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THE NATIONAL TBIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, OCTOBER 1, 1881.
A MESSAGE FROM THE DEAD.
"A singular discovery was made in Paris one day last
week, during the alterations which are now being
carried out at the General Post Office. In a panel near
one of the boxes, was found a letter, which had been
posted exactly fifty years ago, and which, by some mis
chance, had got stuck in the panel instead of finding its
way into the box. The letter was duly forwarded to the
person to whom it was addressed, who, still more
strangely, was alive, and who received it safely. The
writer, however, had been dead many years." London
Times, July G, 1881.
4 Twas two and seventy years ago,
When " Farmer George" was King,
And all his land a rarceshow,
With blossom of the spring
The time when lovers courting go,
And little birds do sing.
They say that folks are wiser now,
And life has grown completer,
The old days were as sweet, I trow,
Perchance a little sweeter;
The birds upon the cherry bough
Have never changed their meter.
As eager were the hopes of men,
Their joys, alas! as fleeting,
And lovers1 vows as potent then
To set girls' hearts a-beating;
As tender was the spring-time, when
The new-born lambs were bleating.
Some things, thank God, are lingering yet,
And never out of fashion,
The laws of stately etiquette
Have spared the tender passion,
And sometimes human eyes are wet
With tears of soft compassion.
So down time's vista, faint and far,
Two lovers we descry.
Apart they stand, some sudden jar
Disturbs their harmony ;
A cloud hath passed o'er Love's sweet star,
And darkened all the sky.
The youth he watched his true love's face
With angry, scornful glance;
"Adieu," he cried, "disdainful Grace,
I sail to-night for France,
Some happier man may have my place,
And please you more, perchance."
"Adieu, sir!" said the haughty maid,
"Your fancy chimes with mine;
I pray that when the anchor's weighed.
The weather may be fine;
Too long methinks you have delayed
To taste the claret wine! "
And so they part, these silly souls,
With bitter words and sore,
And Time's vast ocean moaning rolls
Betwixt them evermore,
And they must starve on niggard dole
Who feasted heretofore.
Awhile she said, " He loves me well,
I'll die but never doubt him,
To-morrow he will break the spell ;
He knows I could not flout him ;"
Then blank, eternal silence fell.
She sighed and lived without him.
The days passed slowly into years,
The bloom of youth departed,
No eyes beheld her secret tears,
Or saw the wound that smarted ;
Hers was the patient love that cheers
The sad and broken-hearted.
When fifty years had passed away,
Life's pain no more beset her;
This woman, faded, old and gray,
Waits for the life that's better,
Her maid trips in with silver tray :
"Madam, a foreign letter!"
She took it with a wondering smile,
Into her wrinkled hand,
She gazed at it a little while,
She could not understand;
'Twas folded in an ancient style,
The ink was pale and tanned.
What ghost arises from the past
To scare that faitliful breast?
A dead man's message come at last,
By cruel Fate suppressed
" Dear God!" she cried, while tears fell fast,
"I'm ready for my rest."
" O love, forgive," the letter said,
"I cannot leave you so,
Write but a word, ere fate be sped.
Whether you will or no " ;
And then the date the woman read,
'Twas fifty years ago!
She threw the casement open wide,
This lady most forlorn,
A robin whistled sweet outside,
Upon a leafless thorn,
And he sang of Love that had never died,
And the Resurrection morn.
THE UNGRATEFUL WOOD-CUTTER,
Once on a time there lived in a village a -woodcutter
so poor, that he had only his hatchet with
which to gain bread for his wife and children.
"What am I to do?" said he, one day. "I am
worn out with fatigue, my wife and children have
nothing to eat, and I have no longer strength to
hold my hatchet to earn even hitter black bread
for my family. Ah ! it is very bad luck for the
poor when they are brought into this world."
While he was lamenting in this way, a voice
called to him in a compassionate tone, " What are
you complaining of?"
"Am I not likely to complain, when I have no
food? " said he.
" Go home," said the voice, " dig up the earth
in the corner of your garden, and you will find
under a dead branch a treasure."
When the wood-cutter heard this he threw
himself on his knees, and cried out, " Master, how
do you call yourself? who are you with so kind a
" My name is Merlin," said the voice.
"Ah, master, God will bless you if you will
come to my aid, and save a poor family from
"Go quickly," said the voice, "and in a year's
time come back here, and give me an account of
what you have done with the money you will
find in the corner of the garden."
" Master, I will come in a year's time, or every
day if you command me."
So he went home, dug the earth in the corner
pointed out to him, and there found the promised
At the end of the year he went, according to
agreement, to the forest. The voice cried,
"So you have come!"
" Yes, master."
"And how have you fared? "
Well, master: my family have good food and
clothing, and we have reason to thank you every
"You are well off, then, now; but tell me, is
there anything else you long for?"
"Ah, yes, master, I should like to be made
"All right; in forty days you shall be named
"Oh, a thousand thanks, my dear protector."
The second year the rich wood-cutter came to
the forest in fine new clothes, and wearing tied
round his waist the scarf of Mayor.
" Mr. Merlin," called he, " come and speak to me."
" Here I am," said the voice. " What do you
"Our Bishop died yesterday, and my son, Avith
your aid, would like to replace him. A fresh
favor, then, I ask of your kindness."
" In forty days it shall be done," said Merlin.
Accordingly, in forty days the son became a
Bishop, and yet they were not contented.
At the end of the third year the wood-cutter
sought his protector, and in a low voice called,
"Merlin, will you do me another favor?"
"What is it ? " said the voice.
"My daughter wishes to be the wife of a Di
rector." "So let it be," replied Merlin. "In forty days
the marriage shall take place."
And so it all came to pass.
Then the wood-cutter spoke in this wise to his
"Why should I go again into the forest to
speak to a creature whom I have never seen? I
am wealthy enough now, I have plenty of friends,
and my name is respected."
"Go once more," said she. " You ought to wish
him good-day, and thank him for all his benefits."
So the wood-cutter mounted his horse, and,
followed by two servants, entered the wood, and
began to shout, "Merlot! Merlot! I have no more
need of you, for I am sufficiently rich now."
Merlin replied : " It seems that you have for
gotten the time when you had not enough to eat,
possessed only your hatchet, and could scarcely
earn sixpence a day. The first service I rendered
you, you went on your knees, and called me
' Master' ; after the second, a little less polite, you
said 'Mister'; after the third, only plain 'Mer
lin ' ; and now you have the impudence to address
me as ' Merlot.' You think that you have made
your account well, and have no longer need of
me. We'll see to that. You have always been
heartless and stupid ; continue to be stupid, and
remain poor as you were when I took you up."
The rich man laughed, shrugged his shoulders,
and did not believe a word that had been said to
He went back to his home. Soon his son, the
Bishop, died. His daughter, the Director's wife,
also had a bad illness, and she died too. To crown
his misfortunes, a war broke out, and the soldiers
of each army entered his cellars, consumed his
wine and his granaries of corn, and burned his
maize in the field. His house also they set fire
to, so he remained penniless and uncared for.
Harper's Young People.
Have you ever heard of Coventry, an old town
not very far from London, where some of the
streets are so narrow that no wagons can pass
through them, and where the second stories of
the quaint old mansions jut over so far into the
streets that they almost touch each other ?
It was a lovely morning in September. We
had come from busy London, that immense city
where one million people every year ride in the
many railroads that are made under the houses,
saying nothing of the millions who throng the
streets above ground.
All the people know Americans at sight, and
they looked at us as carefully as we at them.
First we went to a tall church that Sir Christopher
Wren, the great architect, said was a masterpiece.
Its tower and spire alone are three hundred and
three feet high : that is about three times as high
as the State House in Boston. The church was
built nearly four hundred years before Columbus
discovered America, and was given by a creat
earl to the monks it is Protestant now for " the
repose of his soul." I suppose that means that
he might get safely to Heaven.
But the thing which most interested us about
Coventry was that here once lived a sweet and
beautiful lady about whom the people never tire
of telling you.
She was the wife of an earl who governed
Coventry. He was immensely rich, but he taxed
his subjects so that petitions came in every day
to have them lowered. Finally, as all their be
seeching did no good, the poor people came to
his wife, Lady Godiva, to beg her to intercede
for them. Her heart was touched, and she went
to her husband, but he was angry, and bade her
never to speak of it again.
Several months went by. He had been away
to some wars in the northern part of England,
and coming home, was so delighted to meet his
wife and darling little boy that he clasped them
both to his heart, asking her if she needed any
thing to complete her happiness. She had money,
an elegant home, and lived like a queen, but she
could not be happy. She said, " While our people
groan under oppression, the most luxurious en
tertainment can afford me no real enjoyment."
Leofric, her husband, again became violently
angry, but said, since he had promised to do what
she wished, he would keep his word ; but she
must ride on horseback, at noonday, from one
end of the city to the other, with no clothing
upon her. He supposed of course that she would
never consent to this. For a moment her noble
womanly heart sank within her, and then she
said, " I will go."
Seeing that her mind was made up, he ordered
all the people to darken the fronts of their houses,
and retire to the back parts of them, while the
devoted lady took her lonely ride. When the
appointed day came, the whole city was still as
death. Lady Godiva's beautiful white horse was
brought to the palace. With a face as blanched
as her charger, drawing her long hair like a scarf
about her body, she mounted, and rode in solemn
silence through all the principal streets. No
sound was heard save that of the horse's hoofs,
as the grateful people waited for their burdens
to be lifted.
And when the ride was over, and the people
opened their doors and unbarred their windows,
a great cry of rejoicing went up from thousands,
for Coventry was free. Lady Godiva, after found
ing several churches, died about the year 1059.
Every three or four years in Coventry a quaint
procession still takes place in honor of this noble
act of devotion to her peojde. The city guard
and high constable lead the column. Then fol
lows a beautiful woman clothed in a white linen
dress, fitted close to her body, with long hair
floating about her, and a large bunch of flowers
in her hand, riding on a cream-colored horse.
On either side of her are two city officials,
dressed in green and scarlet. Two men come
next, bearing the sword and mace, emblems of
the high authority of the mayor, followed by
the mayor himself in his scarlet robes, trimmed
with fur, wearing a cocked hat, and carrying
a white wand in his hand. Then come the
sheriffs in their black gowns; all the different
trades of the city; the Odd-Fellows, Foresters,
and other benevolent societies.
The principal characters of the show are at
tended by beautiful children in costly habits,
riding on horseback. These children are so
small that they are obliged to sit in basket
work seats, which are fastened to the horses'
backs. The men who lead the horses walk with
out their coats, and are decorated with a profu
sion of ribbons. Wide Awake.
PEEPING TOM OF COVENTRY,
When the Lady Godiva rode through the
streets of Coventry only one person ventured to
look, and this act on his part cost him his life.
He is known in history as Peeping Tom.
ORIGIN OF THE GYPSIES,
The latter researches of Potts, Miclosich, and
others leave no doubt as to the Indian origin of the
gypsies, although the exact tribe from which they
sprung has not been as yet definitely ascertained.
Many of the individual words, such as aj?, water,
are identical in Gypsy and Hindustanee ; but the
grammar of the first -mentioned language, as
shown in the mutilated form which remains in
English Ronimany and the more perfect system
of the Turkish Tchingianes, is quite different
from most of modern vernaculars of India, and
has but few points of contact with the other dia
lects. There are in India several tribes whose
characteristic habits are similar to those of the
gypsies of England. The Jats, Naths, and Brin
jaris, for example, singularly resemble them: and
a very good case has been made out in favor of
the first-mentioned as the original gypsy stem. It
is a historical fact that somewhere about the year
420 A. D. a number of strolling minstrels did find
their way into Persia ; they were called Lui-i, and
are described by Firdousi in terms which might
equally well apply to a band of English Rom
manies. The word "Luri" is still used in Persia
for strolling minstrels and vagabonds; while,
under the form Niiri, it is the generic appellation
of gypsies in Syria and Egypt. Arab historians
speak of these people under the name of Zutt,
which is, with much reason, believed to be a cor
ruption of Jat. The gypsies call themselves
everywhere "Bom" or "Romany," which would
point to the "Dom" or "Rom" tribe as their orig
inal stock, the initial letters of the word being
equivalent to their D or R. These people who,
are principally found in Behar, are essentially a
roving tribe. Among other things which distin
guish them from other Hindu casts is their indif
ference to ceremonial impurity, such as that
which arises from touching a dead body, and
their liking for swine-flesh. Now gypsies in Eu
rope are very peculiar in their eating, and are,
perhaps, the only race who will eat animals that
have died a natural death. Mullo baulo, or "dead
pig," is their favorite delicacy ; and one of the
most typical and most amusing of the Rommany
ballads which Borrow has collected, celebrates
the trick formerly so common among them of
poisoning a pig in order the next day to beg its
carcase for food. Saturday Review.
"When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the
tug of war" a line, by the way, which is
generally misquoted is from Alexander the
Great, written by the mad dramatist Nat Lee.
" Plato, thou reasonest well," is in the Cato of
Addison; and from him also comes the well
worn phrases, "Rides in the whirlwind and
directs the storm," and "Still I seem to tread
on classic ground." It is in Pope's Odyssey that
the line occurs, " Welcome the coming, speed the
parting guest," varied in his translation from
Horace by a change of "parting" into "going."
Upon the poet Young, many a loan has been
levied, without much if any acknowledgment.
From his Night Thoughts we get, " Procrastina
tion is the thief of time ; " " Man wants but little,
nor that little long;" "All men think all men
mortal but themselves;" "We take no note of
time, but from its loss ; " and many other familiar
We publish the following exquisitely beautiful poem
by request of a valued subscriber Commodore "Win. B.
Whiting, U. S. N.
AFTER THE FEAST,
BY MItS. KMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
The bells chime softly in the gloom !
The guests are gone ! the fire is low !
I wait, within the echoing room,
To greet my own before I go.
Mine own ! For whom, beside the board
To-duy, no empty chair was set ;
For whom the silent pledge was pour'd,
While trembling tears the eye-lids wet.
No foot-fall echoes on the stair;
No shadow falls across the light ;
No whisper fills the happy air
With the lost music of delight ;
Yet, all my restless thoughts are still'd,
And, waiting by the hearth, alone,
My longing heart is warm'd and fill'd
With the dear presence of its own.
Beloved features, faintly set
In halos of my tenderest thought!
Immortal eyes, whose radiance, yet,
With yearning human love is fraught !
Dear lips, whose kisses, sweet and slow,
Drop, like a balm, on mortal pain !
Dear hands, whose every touch I know,
Yet may not hope to clasp again!
I know not to what clearer height,
In that sweet Heaven, thy thought lias grown
Nor what new fountains of delight,
Untasted here, thy soul has known ;
But, since through changing years, I keep
Thy precious memory green and fair,
I cannot deem that love can sleep,
Or cease its tender vigils, there.
O unforgetting souls, that swell
The swift exulting hosts above,
Where, face to face, with Him ye dwell,
Whose endless years are endless love !
To-night, by some celestial air,
The misty curtain wide is blown ;
Guests of my soul, but grown more fair!
I see you, greet you, claim my own !
THE PERFUMES USED BY THE EGYPTIANS.
The consumption of essences must have been
enormous at the highest tide of Egyptian splen
dor, for the people were actually enjoined to per
fume themselves on Friday; corpses were an
nointed with aromatic essences; sherbets and
sweetmeats were flavored with line vegetable ex
tracts ; perfumeries filled the air in every well-to-do-house,
and saturated the letters and pres
ents which were constantly being exchanged.
The ladies bathed in perfumed water, the men
used scented oils for the hair, and both made use
of red, yellow, and green soap. During great
festivals incense was burnt in all the streets, so
that even the poorest might be regaled by the
mere act of breathing. Nor were there any lack
of narcotics. The mode of preparing opium, in
troduced from Sypot in, Upper Egypt, Avas well
known, and the Sultan Beybars promulgated
several edicts prohibiting the use of hasheesh, a
stupefying and intoxicating preparation of Indian
hemp. In spite of the Prophet's prohibition, the
juice of the grape continued to be indulged in ;
alcohol (as its name indicates) is an Arab discov
ery, and beer the favorite beverage of the an
cient Egyptians was also brewed and drunk
under the Khalifs. Many a jovial song in praise
of wine was sung by Arab poets, and in early
times many Arabs would by no means admit that
the Prophet had forbidden its use. In an old MS.
copyofTha aliba it is said: "The Prophet may
God bless him and accept him permitted wine,
and mercifully allows us to strengthen ourselves
with it at our meals, and to lift the veil of our
cares and sorrows."
ADULTERATION OF CHEESE,
The lovers of Swiss cheese may be interested
in learning that the latest adulteration of that
product is made with potato starch. This origi
nated, we are informed, in France, the birth-place
of oleomargarine. Of course the starch is made
to supply the place of butter-fat which has been
extracted from the milk, and as starch and oil
belong to the same class of non-nitrogenous foods,
it is claimed the one may be substituted for the
other without detriment to the nutritive element
of the cheese, or in any way affecting its digesti
bility. Frenchmen are noted for concocting
curious foods, and if potato starch can be used
successfully as an adulterant of cheese, it would
seem to be an advance on our "lard-oil cheese."
At any rate, we suppose that potato starch can
not be loaded down with the suspicion of being
contaminated with those "terrible germs" con
cerning which so much has been said in connec
tion with the "hog's-lard product." Well, the
inventors seem to be after the dairymen with that
traditional "sharp stick," and what is to be the
outcome of the whole matter remains to be seen.
We have oleomargarine, sueine, lard-cheese, and
potato starch cheese already, while Dr. Lyon
Playfair says he expects to see good cheese yet
made from beans and peas, enriched with oleo
margarine, and so flavored with the extract of
coaconut as to have all the high qualities of the
finest new milk cheese. This is somewhat start
ling, to be sure; but, as an old dairyman said
recently, in view of these possibilities : "Let 'em
bring on their inventions, we are not going to
back down and leave the business ; for if milk
gets out of date, we will go to raising peas and
beans, and put in our best licks for potato starch.
So let the inventors step to the front, and we
will furnish the raw material, whether it be milk
or in the vegetable line, for we are going to stick
to the dairy under any or all its changes." So
many strange things are happening in this won
derful age that it is hardly safe to say that any
branch of business cannot be greatly changed or
modified. But dairymen need not apprehend
any serious change in their business for the pres
ent, and the prices they are now getting for dairy
products have no very bad look for the future,
notwithstanding the formidable array of dairy
adulterations and substitutes. X. A. Willard,
SCIENCE AND AGRICULTURE.
3IacmillanJs Magazine comments as follows on
the relatian of science to agriculture : " The lack
of adequate development in agriculture is due to
two main causes: to the rarity of scientific invest
igation into the principles upon which the tilling
of the ground (and the care of cattle) ought to be
carried out i. e. into the laws of governing the
growth of crops and of beasts and to the want
of adequate scientific training on the part of the
farmer. So far from being an occupation which
any one may follow without adequate prepara
tion, being governed simply by rude empiric
rules, farming is in reality a difficult art, demand
ing wide scientific knowledge and sound scientific
judgment on the part even of him who merely
practices it, and taxing to the utmost the skill
and power of original inquiry of those who desire
to advance its scientific basis. "There is an ur
gent need in this, as in other countries, of scien
tific investigation, as distinguished from mere
empiric trials; of sustained inquiry as distin
guished from scattered and fitful experiments,
into the relations of soil and crops ; of beasts and
food, in order that the tillage of the laud may,
like the practice of other professions in which
man has to struggle against nature, expand with
increasing insight into the laws of nature, instead
of being hampered by blind obedience to tradi
tions, and narrowed by timid experience. There
is no less urgent need that the practical farmer
should be so far trained in science as to be able
to make an intelligent use of the advantages
which science offers him, as well as to be able to
avoid the snares which false science continually
ipreads for him.
Long before Mr. Matthew Arnold lived and
wrote, Dean Swift had sung the praises of the
" Two noblest things, sweetness and light." It is
Swift also who wrote that " Censure is the tax a
man pays to the public for being eminent;" and
who tells us, in his Tale of a Tub, that "Bread is
the staff of life." "Out of mind as soon as out
of sight," comes from the sonnets of Lord Brooke;
and it was his friend and contemporary, Sir
Philip Sidney, who coined the phrase, "My dear,
my better-half." Humphrey Gifford, a writer,
of the sixteenth century, has the following:
I cannot say the crow is white,
But needs must call a spade a spade.
Where the knot is loose, the string slippeth.
FARM AND GARDEN.
Use of Coal Tar ox the Farm. Professor
S. A. Knapp, of the Iowa Agricultural College,
thus recapitulates the uses of coal tar in farm
economy : " The attention of our readers has been
frequently called to the value of coal tar on the
farm, especially in the preservation of woods, and
we are more forcibly impressed with its value as
our experiments begin to assume the authority
of a demonstration. Much has been written of
its adaptation to the needs of the fanner as a
cheap paint for out-buildings; without detract
ing from its value for such purposes, we are led
to believe that this is one of the minor considera
tions in its practical use, and that the great pur
pose to which it will be applied will be in the
preservation of timber and the conversion of
woods liable to decay from exposure to material
value for all purposes. That coal tar does almost
perfectly preserve our soft woods has been fully
demonstrated, so that it docs not belong to the
speculative. Last year, to test for Iowa the value
of our soft wood, when properly treated, we boiled
posts of green basswood, water elm, cotton-wood,
white willow and oak, in coal tar, allowing them
to remain in the tank ten minutes each; then
they were drained and piled up exposed to the
sun one month, afterward they were set in the
ground as ordinary posts. At this date there is
no perceptible difference in their durability; all
are as sound as when set. What is most remark
able, the basswood holds a nail apparently as well
as the oak. In cutting a cross section, the tar
seemed to penetrate quite a distance, filling the
pores and hardening the wood from one-half to
three-quarters of an inch deep, was like cement
and impervious to water. Much depends, doubt
less, upon the method of penetration. The wood
should be green to obtain the best results. Farm
ers are familiar with the decided improvement in
the character of the wood when cut green and
seasoned under shelter. Poplar, cotton wood, and
white willow thus prepared make excellent fuel.
Beech and other woods for mechanical purposes,
when the greatest solidity and tenacity of fiber
are required, are dressed green and oiled, then are
dried under cover. The charring of wood also
adds materially to its durability. Coal tar se
cures all these conditions. When the green post
or board is placed in boiling tar the sap is ex
pelled and is replaced by the tar to some extent;
deeper portions are affected as by rapid seasoning.
The vat for heating the tar may be made like an
ordinary sap pan, and of any length: put in a
barrel of tar and dip the whole post, or as much
as desired. The most particular part to be cov
ered is that just above and below the surface
when set. Where great durability is desired, the
post should be boiled thirty minutes or more ; ten
minutes will answer for boards. A barrel of coal
tar, costing three dollars, will cover 150 posts, if
boiled, or 200 if dipped one-half length. The cost
of boiling lumber in tar is estimated at five dol
lars per thousand feet, and thus prepared, even
basswood is practically indestructible. Treated
with coal tar, the long, slim, white willow posts,
so abundant in the West, become as valuable as
cedar, and are the ready solution of the question,
What shall we do for fence posts? As a paint,
one coat of hot tar is worth more than any known
preparation of oil for the preservation of wood."
THINGS TO MAKE A NOTE OF. "
Lemon Ice. Six lemons, juice of all, and
grated rind of three; one large, sweet orange, juice
and rind; one pint of water, one pint of sugar;
squeeze out every drop of juice, and steep in it
the rind of orange and lemons one hour, strain,
squeezing the bag dry; mix in the sugar and
then the water ; stir until dissolved, and freeze
by turning in a freezer, opening three times to
beat all up together. Many prefer this to ice
cream. Court Bouillon. Have a catfish cut in pieces
in the fish market. Take off" the skin, season the
fish with salt and pepper, and sprinkle with flour.
Fry till about half done. Then take it out and
set in dish on one side the range. Put a large
onion cut in slices on the frying pan ; when it is
cooked soft add a pint of boiling water, a tomato,
half a red pepper, two pods of garlic, a little
parsley, celery, and thyme. Stir in a little flour
and corn till the vegetables begin to boil, then
put in your fish, season with salt and red pepper,
and let the stew boil twenty minutes. Put some
toast in the bottom of the serving dish and pour
the stew over it.
Apples. A more extensive use of apples as
food at our meals, remarks Dr. J. H. Hanaford,
will do much to diminish dyspepsia and bilious
ness. They are "loosening," and therefore tend
to remove constipation a prominent cause of di
gestive derangements. The acid of this fruit
one of the very best known in aid of disgestion
acts favorably on the liver, causing it to secrete
the bile, which is nature's cathartic, thus pre
venting this constipation. While eating them
between meals must derange the stomach like
the use of all food at that time they are really
a very valuable food, demanded especially in
warm weather. They may be too cooling in the
coldest weather, while the more acid berries are
better in the spring and summer.
Quantity of Food. If children are very
hearty eaters their food should be of the simplest
kind, and thus prevent eating more than the sys
tem really needs. The first reason for consuming
food should be necessity, and the second may be
the gratification of the appetite. Usually chil
dren have appetites so strong that they need no
stimulants, no condiments, as spices, pepper, or
mustard. These articles should be reserved for
the failing appetites of debility and age. They
are useful only by way of increasing the appetite
and promoting the dull digestion of what is eaten.
Thev may stimulate the nervous system, and
should be avoided in all imflammatory tenden
cies of the system. The excessive use of syrups,
sugar, and molasses may induce fermentation in
the stomach and long canal. In moderate quant
ities they are useful, and sometimes are strongly
needed. Articles preserved in syrup should be
sparingly taken, as they are usually not easy of
digestion health and growth demand that the
amount of food should vary with the amount of
exercise ; the kinds of food should be such as may
supply the needs of the system ; the amount of
food should be no more than can be easily digested.