"The music arrives," says the writer, "sometimes in the shape of a single pianist of untiring fingers and unclosing eyes; sometimes as a harp, piano, and cornopean, who are immediately installed in a corner of the room with two chairs, a music-stool, and a bottle of marsala."
"John Leech, His Life and Work. Vol. 1"
William Powell Frith
I hope you will shake it, he said; though, as a man who after three glasses of neat spirit can distinguish between Madeira and marsala, you have every right to refuse me.
"I Saw Three Ships and Other Winter Tales"
Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
The trait revealed the man-it was Cavour; he had just heard that Garibaldi, eluding the Neapolitan fleet, had disembarked with all his men at marsala.
"Cavour"
Countess Evelyn Martinengo-Cesaresco