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THE NATIONAL TBIBTJNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, NOVEMBER 12, 188.
KITTY AND THE FAIRY.
BY J. S. SLATER.
Kitty Clover, s-izinp: over all her sister's heads, one clay,
Saw a fairy, bright and airy, gaily dancing on his way.
Quickly culling to him falling low upon her knees she
"Gentle fairy, bright and airy, though I'm but a lowly
Vet. I measure time by pleasure, while the hours with
Chaee the gleaming moments teeming o'er with life's
Dance, I prythee, then, for me.
In the top of yonder tree,
Pleasure' latest roundelay
Ere thou gocst on thy way."
The fairy broke a horn from the crescent moon,
And danced on the edge of a Spanish doubloon
That hung in the top of a sycamore tree,
For a jolly good fellow was he, was he
A jolly good fellow was he.
"Gentle fairy, bright and airy," then said Kitty, "tell
Will a feather bear together on its down both me and
Can you ferry such a wherry through the boundless
realms of space
And the gleaming brightly beaming rays of sunshine
Can you truly such unruly things as feathers in the air
Govern .surely and securely and direct them anywhere?
Then I prythee sail with me.
O'er the land and o'er the sea,
So we reach yon shining sun
Ere his daily course is run."
Then the fairy played a tune on golden strings,
"Which he wove of dust from a butterfly's wings,
And. sailed on a feather with Kitty in glee,
For a jolly good fellow was he, was he
A jolly good fellow was he.
Gaily dancing on the glancing sunbeams up the feather
Higher, higher, drawing nigher to the goal, and Kitty
As the shining silver lining of a cloud revealed a star
Twinkling, gleaming, sparkling, beaming, on a broad,
bright crimson bar.
Whose extending colors blending with the azure dome
Dimmed the glowing Day-God, throwing gloomy shad
ows on the sky.
" Come, I prythee, let us go
Back to earth where flowers grow "
Kitty cried. The fairy laughed
Never turning back his craft ;
But he flung Kitty up on the crimson bar.
And made a big fiddle of the twinkling star,
And played till he charmed the fishes from the sea
OIl, a jolly good fellow was he, was he
A jolly good fellow was he.
Half cloud covered Kitty hovered on the crimson-tinted
Till the twinkling stars came sprinkling over her their
Then reclining on the lining of her cloudy couch, she
To the fairy, bright and airy, sailing on the ether tide
"Fairy, whither art thou? Hither come, and bear me
Where sweet flowers kissed by showers toy with winds
that gently blow.
Come, I prythee, bear me home,
Nevermore from thence to roam.
Come, the sun has said good-night
And I'm trembling with affright.
The fairy made them wings out of love's young dreams,
Then down they sailed in the wake of Venus' beams
And landed safe in a cottage by the sea
O, a jolly good fellow was he, was he
A jolly good fellow was he.
Now the fairy bright and airy lives the rolling sea be
side. And sweet Kitty, full of pity for poor mortals, is his
Where the clover struggles over rocky clifl's to catch the
There is Kitty, full of pity, often found beneath the
There she's keeping watch till peeping stars, like eyes,
shine thro' the night,
And the beaming moon comes streaming o'er the earth
a silv'ry light.
Then she hastes to Kamla's dell ;
And each mortal knows full well
That to meet her by the way
Fortune brings without delay.
Then Koli fashions for his fair young bride
A girdle of sand from the ocean's tide,
And weaves her a robe from foamings of the aea
For a jolly good fellow is he, is he
A jolly good fellow is he.
Fred Myron Colby, in Golden Days.
It was the morning of a sultry June day. Some
ten or a dozen men. stalwart and hardy xnoneers
all of them, accoutred for the forest that is to
say. with muskets and axes upon their shoulders
stood under the elms before the door of an am
ple farm-house. Among them was the master of
the cahin, Colonel Winthrop Hilton, pouring
some honie-brewed beer from a large pitcher into
pewter mugs, which lie distributed among the
men: for although the owner of one of the most
valuable farms on the Swamscott, and a colonial
officer besides, he was one of the hardest-working
settlers in the section.
At early sunrise he had led his men to the
meadow, and five acres of the best grass that a
scythe was ever swung through lay wilting in
the warm sunshine. And now they were about
to start for the woods to finish some labor begun
there on the previous day.
As the men were drinking their beer, the gal
loping of a horse was heard, and presently they
saw a horseman swiftly approaching them.
"It's Old General," observed one of the men.
"No other horse around here has got just such a
strip of white in the forehead."
lie had hardly ceased speaking when the rider
drew up before them, and throwing the reins over
a post, dismounted. x
" Well, Berty, you have been spry, as usual,"
said the colonel. " Did you see Major Stevens? "
" No. I didn't, father. Mrs. Stevens says he's
away hunting Indians."
"Hunting Indians? There's none of them
around, I hope."
"Mrs. Stevens says a party of them went
through Kingston yesterday. They shot two
men and scalped a woman. That's the party the
"Weil, if he is after them, everything is all
right. We ain't likely to be disturbed," said
Colonel Hilton. "The major i6 one of the best
Tndian fighters in the country."
A fair-faced, middle-aged matron, who had
come to the door upon the arrival of Berty. at
tli is moment spoke up.
"J wouldn't go to the forest to-day, father. If
there are Indians about, there may be danger."
"And have I not faced it a hundred times,
mother? But there is none. They have proba
bly done all the mischief they intended, and are j
miles away by this time. The trees that we felled
yesterday must be peeled. To-morrow we have
that hay to get in. and the rest of haying is com
ing right on. What say you, men shall we go
" I don't see as we run any more risk in going
than in staying," answered a sturdy settler. " If
there are Indians, we have got our weapons and
can fight; but it ain't at all likely that they will
come near the settlement,"
"You hear, mother?" observed the colonel to
his wife. "But if you fear the least for yourself,
we will stay."
"It is not that; it is the risk you run that T
was thinking of. We women will take care of
ourselves if we are molested, and there will be
Berty to help us."
The. pioneer kissed his wife. Though they had
been married for fourteen years, they never yet
had left each other for any length of time with
out that expression of endearment.
" Take care of her, Berty," he said, as he walked
away at the head of his men; "and if the hay
needs stirring in the afternoon, you might do
something about it."
Mrs. Hilton stood gazing from the threshold
after her husband until a turn in the road hid him
from sight, then giving a few directions to Berty,
she went to the kitchen to direct her help.
It was many years ago, in the old colonial
time, and the place was old Exeter, New Hamp
shire. Near the falls of the Swamscott a little settle
ment had grown up, which the inroads of the
aborigines had not left unmolested.
More than once had the yells of Indians startled
the settlers, and the blackened ruins of an old log
fort showed that at one time their visit had not
These bloody forays were becoming less fre
quent, however, and the pioneers were looking
forward to an early period of peace and undis
Colonel Winthrop Hilton was the most promi
nent man in the settlement, and a recognized
leader. He owned a wide territory of cultivated
land and a large tract of forest, had a grist and a
saw-mill on the Swamscott, and his house was
the largest in the little settlement. He employed
a large number of men out of doors, and Mrs.
Hilton was at the head of a domestic establish
ment of three or four stout, buxom maids.
Berty was their only child, a handsome, manly
little fellow of nearly fourteen. Accustomed to
the hardy toils of frontier life, he was already
proficient in the use of the musket, and his father
had once told him that he bid fair to become as
good an Indian fighter as old John Chamberlain
himself, which flattering tribute had added as
much as two years to Berty 's consequence.
Upon this particular day the boy felt as though
he was the protector of the farm-house and the
director of its interests, and he went about Ms
duties like a little man.
In the first place, he groomed Old General, and
turned him out to feed in the small inclosure
back of the barn. Then he had a brood of young
turkeys to feed, and when these important tasks
were completed, at his mothers direction he went
into the kitchen to help Janet do the week's
Berty did not like this lat
well, a distaste that he shai
The butter was Ion"
was sultry, and the d,
rnntr flip mnrmn- '
xk churn was rather j
s glad enough when
assumed a sufficient
out of sorts, and Berv "
the yellow particles I1'
consistency and he was1?
1 that he could have
He now went to the barn, where he amused
himself with his swing a few minutes, after
which he hunted for hen's eggs in the great bay
and under the well-worn caves.
Remembering his father's injunction regarding
the hay, about an hour before noon he went down
into the meadow, armed with the smallest fork
that he could find among the clumsy utensils of
There for awhile he was very busy, shaking
out the sweet-scented clover that was crisping
rapidly in the hot sun. The small, boyish figure
dressed in homespun, with the ragged straw hat
surmounting the bright face and the golden
locks, was not an ungraceful adjunct to the beau
tiful summer landscape stretched around,
The wooded hills were misty under the soft,
violet haze. The waters of the Swamscott, flow
ing close at hand, sparkled as though every rip
ple was a diamond, and the leafy verdure of the
forests that walled in the little town never looked
so emerald in the world before. It was a scene
of peace, of beauty, of rustic cheer.
We said that Berty was busy a long while, but
after a spell he began to weary of his self-imposed
toil. He was only a boy after all, and boys are
always fonder of play than work.
So, he threw down his spreading-fork and wan
dered to the banks of the river, directing his steps
to a certain deep pool, where he knew he would
see the fish at their gambols.
There they were, sure enough great fellows,
too chubs, pickerel, suckers, and perch, a tempt
ing sight for one possessing piscatorial tastes.
Berty, like all boys, was a born angler. The
finny creatures looked as if they wanted to be
caught, and he could not resist the temptation to
try his skill ; so, turning his pockets inside out,
he found he had everything about him necessary
to make the implement of the angler, and seating
himself on the sward, he presently improvised,
from a bent pin and a snarl of twine, quite a good
The next thing was to cut a pole to which to
tie his string. With knife in hand, he advanced
toward a clump of alders, thinking all the time
of the scaly treasures he would carry home to
dinner. Just at that moment he glanced up at
Berty stood spellbound at the first look, for
this was what he saw: A score of painted savages
creeping around the corner of the tool-house, arms
The next moment one of them sprung into the
air, and a puff of smoke issued from one of the
cottage windows, while the loud report of a mus
ket rang among the slumbering woods. This
was followed by an Indian cry that almost froze
the blood in his young veins.
Berty's first thought was to rush up and help
his mother fight the savages, but the boy's fron
tier training led him to devise a better plan than
that. The probability was, if he attempted it, he
would be captured by the Indians before he could
enter the house.
His second plan, and the one which he fol
lowed, was to creep up beside the fence in the
rear of the barn, slip the bridle upon Old Gen
eral, and ride over rock and brush to his father,
and acquaint him of the attack. The colonel and
his dozen Indian fighters, the boy thought, would
easily drive the savages away.
It was not a hazardous undertaking. The In
dians were busily employed in their siege of the
farm-house, the inmates of which were appar
ently making good defense.
The large barn stood between him and the
cottage, and he found Old General ruminating
quietly. It was but the work of a few seconds to
put the bridle upon the docile beast.
Then he found a musket that was laid away in
the barn, and springing upon his horse's back he
galloped away like the wind.
Several Indians came out to see what the clat
ter meant, but the boy was out of harm's way,
and they returned to their comrades.
Berty kept on, never looking backward after
he had fairly started. It was not a long distance
to the clearing where his father wsfi at work, and
he knew the way well.
Old General slackened his pace as he advanced
into the timbers, and before long he fell into a
slow walk altogether. How still and slumber
ous the forest was! The drone of the insects
sounded lazily on the oppressive air.
Berty began to suspect that he was at fault, for
he had been thinking that he was getting near
where he knew hipjather had been felling tim
ber. Ah! there was the sound of ringing axe-strokes,
and close at hand. Berty's face brightened, for
he saw that he was right among the fallen tim
ber, which lay in such a manner as to impede
altogethor Old General's further advance.
He now dismounted, and leaving his horse to
browse, sprang hastily over the network of tim
ber in the direction of the echoing axe-strokes.
Presently he heard the voices of men one
singing a merry song and soon he was where he
saw them a dozen strong settlers, heads bare,
jackets off, and sleeves rolled to the elbows, labor
Among them was the tall form of his father,
with feet upon a fallen trunk, and plying an axe
The boy rushed forward and was about to cry
aloud, when beheld the dark figure of an In
dian upon the opposite side of the clearing in the
act of leveling his -gun upon the unconscious
Quick as thought Berty raised his own weapon
to his shoulder and fired. He saw the savage fall
headlong, uttering his death-cry, and shouting,
"Indians! Indians!" the boy dropped down
among the fallen tree-trunks.
Instantly every brawny wood-chopper did the
same, where, grasping their arms, they were ready
to defend their lives as dearly as possible.
They were trained Indian fighters, and, though
almost taken by surprise, would have repaired
their mistake by the. most daring bravery.
A doze- -1tiskyi( now "e seen crawling among
the unde1 n' ; -0 -. aakets of the pioneers
.,t. A .' :s7l .V'l JWbsi. Several ?. t- o rui
. .-uns f'j h-a& tiie others, with h,'ciis yells.
scattered like she?.
Two or hree of the whites sprang from cover
n onW to p. -suf th n'j'-Mihj ;r as.
" liuiu, mem " cried Colonel Hilton. "It is not
wij to follow the marauders. I ,t us hear what
Berty has to say."
" They are besieging mother at the house," said
the boy. " We must hurry and rescue her."
"Of course we must?" cried the settlers, in a
How did you escape, Berty?" asked the colo
nel. "I was down in the meadow, and the Indians
didn't see me. So I mounted Old General and
came like the wind."
"And was just in time to save your fathers
life. God bless you, Berty ! May we find your
mother safe! "
They at once started for the settlement. Long
before they reached it they saw the columns of
smoke rising toward the sky.
" Oh ! " exclaimed the colonel, in agony. " They
have burned mother out! "
And he and his men hastened their steps to a
But it was not so bad as that. It was only the
smoke from the burning barn and out-houses.
The great farm-house stood safe, and frequent
musket-shots told that the inmates were still on
the alert. The Iudiaus were unusually still, and
by their very silence showed that they were plot
ting new mischief.
Behind the dense clouds of smoke that rolled
from the burning barn the pioneers crept up
nearer the scene. At last they could see what the
savages were doing.
They had filled a hay-rack with some of the
clover from the meadow, and having set fire to
the combustible material were pushing it slowly
up to the front of the farm-house.
Wearied with their protracted siege, the 'red
men had resorted to iis ruse, which promised
A score of painted warriors were shoving the
loaded rack toward the door, being themselves
safely protected from any shot from the house by
the intervening load.
"We're just in time," whispered Colonel Hil
ton. "Creep up a little nearer, and each one of
you select his man. We'll see if we can't make
them a little noisier."
They advanced a few feet and halted. The
savages, not suspecting any danger from any
other quarter, directed their whole attention to
They were entirely ignorant of the proximity
of the whites until the death-dealing rifles were
fired into their midst. Half a dozen of them fell
dead or severely wounded at the tirst fire. The
remainder turned at once and fled.
And now from the right there was a "loud
shout, and a score of whites rushed in. Rifle
shot succeeded rifle-shot, and more Indians fell.
Scarcely more than half of their number reached
" Glad to see you alive and well, colonel." cried
the rough, hearty voice of Major Stevens. "'Didn't
know but that the reds had taken all your scalps ? "
"Much obliged, major. If it hadn't been for
Berty we should have fared pretty roughly," re
turned the colonel, and he related the brave feat
of our hero to the listening whites.
"Well, youngster, you're a cute one, ant ..o
mistake. John Chamberlain is glad to shake
hands with you."
The speaker a tall, rugged-looking man, clad
in the leggius and frock of a hunter advanced'
and shook hands with Berty
"Here's something to remember me by," he.
continued. " When you look at it, remember that
John Chamberlain gave it to you."
As he spoke, the hunter slipped over Berty's
head a cord with a medal attached to it.
But what the boy treasured as most precious
was his mother's kiss on his forehead, when she
heard the story of her son's manly thoughtful
ness and his brave feat of arms.
None of the women-folks had received any in
jury, and that night the farm-house was noisy
with rejoiciug. The settler's loss was easily re
paired. Strong arms took hold and helped him,
and before a month was passed another barn
stood on the site of the old one, and was filled to
the ridgepole with a generous crop of hay.
For manj' years no other Indian depredation
scared the good people on the Swamscott, and
Berty Hilton from a boy grew to be a man.
But no braver deeds marked,his manhood than
the one he performed when, in his boyhood, he
saved his father's life and much blood at the set
tlement by swift speed and a sure hand.
SOLOMON AND THE BLACKSMITH.
The story goes that during the building of
Solomon's temple, that wise ruler decided to treat
the artisans employed on his famous edifice to a
banquet. While the men were enjoying the good
things his bounty had provided, King Solomon
moved about from table to table, endeavoring to
become better acquainted with his workmen. To
one he said :
"My friend, what is your trade?"
"And who makes your tools ? "
"The blacksmith," replied the carpenter.
To another Solomon said :
".What is your trade?" and the reply was
"And who makes your tools?"
"The blacksmith," replied the mason.
A third stated that he was a stone-cutter, and
that the blacksmith also made his tools.
The fourth man that King Solomon addressed
was the blacksmith himself. He was a powerful
man, with bared arms, on which the muscles stood
out in bold relief, seemingly almost as hard as
the metal he worked.
"And what is your trade, my good man ? " said
"Blacksmith," laconically replied the man of
the anvil and sledge.
"And who makes your tools?"
"Make them myself," replied the blacksmith.
Whereupon King Solomon immediately pro
claimed him king of the mechanics, because he
could not only make his own tools, but all other
artisans were forced to go to him to have their
THE STORY OF A BLACK "EARL,
A pawnbroker of Pesth called at a jeweler's
hop to inouir :ts to the value of a black afcme
that he h.i'A 1 I beer: cfffi-1 K.ux a . p
The jeweler iouim
a black pearl, and pronounced it very valuable :
but said he had never seen a black pearl before,
and could not set a price upon it. He referred
the pawnbroker to a jirominent jewelry house of
Vienna. To the latter the man repaired and re
peated his inquiries; but no sooner had he dis
played the pearl then a police officer was sent for,
and he was arrested on the general suspicion that
he could not have come honestly by it. This,
however, proved to be a mistake. It was satis
factorily shown that he had paid arrears of taxes
for a poor neighbor of his in Pesth, and had thus
saved him some trouble and distress, and in return
this man gave him the pearl. The donor of the
precious stone had been a trusted servant of the
distinguished Count Bathyanyi, and had received
as a souvenir from his master before his execution
a scarf-pin that the latter had always worn.
Pressed for money, he sold the gold of the pin,
but kept the stone. He did not suppose it to be
worth much, and now gave it to the pawnbroker
as the only return heould make for the hitter's
aid. Biedermann, the Vienna court jeweler, whose
suspicions had caused the pawnbroker's arrest, is
a distinguished expert in precious stones. He
says that the English crown formerly possessed
three black pearls among its precious adornment,
but they were stolen some two hundred years
ago. They were the only stones of the kind
then known to exist in the world. How Count
Bathyanyi came into possession of his has not
JOHN PLOUGHMAN'S PROVERBS.
Fie who boasts of being perfect is perfect in
You cannot get white flour out of a coal-sack.
Every head lias a soft place in it, and every
heart has its black drop.
All men's faults are not written on their fore
heads; and it is quite as well they are not, or
hats would need very wide brims.
There's fire in the flint, cool as it looks ; wait
till the steel gets a knock at it and von will see.
The best men are men at the best, and the best
wax will melt.
Being all of us full of faults we ought to keep
two lears, and learn to bear and forbear with one
another. We ought to use our neighbors as
looking-glasses to see our faults in.
Every one must row with such oars as he has,
and as he can't choose the wind, he must sail
with such as God sends him.
If the cat sits long enough at the hole she will
catch the mouse.
The morning hour carries gold in its mouth.
He who drives last in the row gets all the dust
in his eyes.
An honest man will not make a dog of himself
for the sake of getting a bone.
A rogue's purse is full of holes.
He will have blisters on his feet who wears
Little expenses, like mice in a barn, when they
are many, make great waste.
Hair by hair heads get bald.
FARM AND GARDEN.
Joking Stock. It is excellent practice U
rock in the best possible condition by the
e winter comes. Experience teaches that.
ntering into winter quarters in good con-
can be kept without difficulty; while an
1 beginning the winter in poor condition,
au-nding an abundance of feed, careful
Aiuoing and the best attention, will invariably be
. n poor order in the following spring; particular-
y is this the case with common stock. Fat stock
consume a less amount of food than poor stock,
because there is not so much required to keep up
the animal heat. Tribune Farmer.
Cooking Food for Hens. When eggs are
scarce it pays well to give extra care to the hens.
Generally, cooking food for animals docs not pay,
but in the cold months, or at any time when hens
are wanted to do their " level best," it does pay
to cook food for them. It is a good plan to keep
a big iron pot hidden under the kitchen table,
and into it throw parings of all kinds, all sorts of
table refuse, and fill up with small potatoes.
Cook nntil very soft and keep it on the back of
the range all night, in order to have it warm in
the morning. Before feeding mash all well, and
stir in bran, meal, or middlings.
The Health of the Cows. The following is
from The Country Gentleman: "Health may be
promoted by studying the effect of different foods.
A fruitful cause of disease in cattle is the stead y
feeding of dry, woody, fibrous food. Thi3 produces
impaction of the manifolds, and a general derange
ment of the system. In the rations generally
given, it will be noted that there is more or less
oil meal advised. Oil meal seems to have a similar
effect upon the system to turnips or other roots.
It produces a gentle relaxation of the bowels,
and counteracts the effect of dry, fibrous food. In
many dairy districts flaxseed is purchased at a
moderate price, say fron S1.30 to 1.50 per bushel,
and it will pay the dairyman, or feeder of cattle
or horses, to buy a few bushels of flaxseed and
grind it with his other grain. One bushel of flax
seed mixed with twenty bushels of corn and oats,
and all ground fine together, will, by reason of its
oil, render them slightly laxative, and assist ma
terially in giving a proper action to the digestive
organs. This will answer instead of oil meal.
It will show its effect by gi vinga soft, mellow skin,
and a glossy coat. By studying the effects of food,
the feeder may prevent most of those diseases
that render the services of the farrier necessary.
Food is all the medicine that is needed.
THINGS TO MAKE A NOTE OF
Pickled Raisins. Leave two pounds of large,
fine raisins on the stems, add one pint of vinegar
and half a pound of sugar: simmer over a slow
fire half an hour.
Butter. Take a new flower pot, wash it clean,
wrap it in a wet cloth and set over butter,
will keep it as hard as if set on ice. Milk, if put
into an earthen can, or in a tin one, will keep for
a long time, if well wrapped in a wet cloth.
Apple Jelly. Pare and stew sour, juicy
apples (greenings are nicest) in enough water to
1 wo- am, cfrnin jm directed for current jelly,
ah"1, u ,ttnu j Mm' r .'-
pot thsui together i.'t :
minutfa. skiiamin ' h.
Bakt.i- K ;.! These
qui ft- - r ''Hi rv--jd a
better developed by the baking process. Tin-
oven should not be too hot, and the beets must
be frequently turned. Do not peel them until
they are cooked, then serve with butter, pepper,
Honey Cakes. Three and one-half pounds of
flour, one and one-half pounds of honey, one-half
pound of butter, one-half pound of sugar, half
a nutmeg, one tablespoonful of soda; roll thin
and cut in small cakes: bake in a quick oven,
cover tight and let stand till moist. They will
keep a long time.
Banana an d Apple Taut. Make crust of fine
flour and fresh butter. Make little erust, but
make it good. Slice apples fine, and put in dish
with three or four bananas sliced, only adding
sugar and perhaps a little syrup, if you have got
it. Cover crust over fruit ; brush a little melted
butter over top, strew white sugar on, and bake
twenty minutes or more, as required.
Oyster Omelet. One dozen large, fresh oys
ters chopped into small pieces, half a teaspoou
ful of salt sprinkled on them, and then let them
stand in their own liq uor half an hour. Beat six
eggs, the yolks and whites apart, the former to a
firm, smooth paste, the latter to a solid froth.
Add to the yolks a tablespoonful of rich, sweet
cream, pepper and salt in sufficient quantity, aud
then lightly stir the whites in. Put an ounce
and a half of butter into a hot frying-pan. When
it is thoroughly melted and begins to fry, pour in
your egg mixture and add as quickly as possible
the ovsters. Do not stir, but, with a brcad-bladed
omelet knife, lift, as the eggs set, the omelet from
the bottom of the pan to prevent its scorching.
In five minutes it will be done. Place a hot dish
bottom upwards over the omelet, and dexterously
turn the pan over with the brown side uppermost
upon the dish. Eat without delay.
Manchester Pudding. Boil three table
spoonfuls of grated bread-crumbs in half a pint
of milk, which has been previously flavored with
vanilla or lemon-peel, for three or four minutes;
add to it when off the boil the yelks of two eggs,
a piece of butter the size of an egg, eight lumps
of sugar, and half a gill of brandy. Place a layer
of any rich jam (greengage, strawberry or apricot)
at the bottom of a pie dish, pour in the mixture
when cold, ornament the edge of the dish with a
border of puff paste, and bake for an hour. This,
pudding may be eaten either hot or cold; if
hot, whip the whites of the eggs to a stiff froth
with a little sugar, spread it over the top of the
pudding, and return it to the oven for five min
utes to set. If to be eaten cold, merely sift some
powered sugar over it and serve. Sufficient for
four or five persons. From CasselVs Coolcery.
Nothing is better to clean silver with than al
cohol and ammonia; after rubbing with this take
a little whitening on a soft cloth and polish in.
the usual way ; even frosted silver, which is so diffi
cult to clean, may be easily made clear and bright.
He who turns up his nose at his work quarrels
with his bread and butter.