[Acute gastritis, which carried off Charles Pfaff last week] This obituary of Charles Pfaff takes a moment to reflect on the Pfaff's scene and its various participants.

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Acute gastritis, which carried off Charles Pfaff last week, removed the proprietor of a "wine cellar" whose supply of the "rosy" kindled more genius than ever met in a New York wine cellar before or since. Such bright spirits as Artemus Ward, Miles O'Reilly, Mortimer Thompson, Fitz James O'Brien, William J. Rose, Walt Whitman, T. B. Aldrich, Fitzhugh [sic] Ludlow, Nat Urner, Charles  Dawson Shanly and George Arnold met there and matched the flavor of their wits against the flavor of "Papa" Pfaff's wines. The majority of them died long ago, and those who survive have lost the relish and eager ambition that belonged to them when Pfaff's was at its prime. They are only philosophers now. Then they were poets, wits and true disciples of Bacchus.
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