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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, DECEMBEI 24. 1881.
For The National Tribune.
This world is over-full of woe
Men garner less, of wheat than chaff
Yet 'tis our duty here below
To bear life's burden with a laugh,
To keep our hearts alive
To what is honest, just and true,
For others sake, as well as ours,
And keep the bright side e'er in view
Screening carc' nettles o'er with flow'ra.
'Tis hard to do it, we'll admit.
On all occasions, for the years
That follow where Tune's pinions flit
Bring anxious thoughts and burning tears;
E'en though our eyes be wet,
If we but strive to do our best,
We may succeed in lifting up
The weight from some heart seeking rest,
And turn to sweet griefs bitter cup.
J f thus we help one single soul
('Tis written in the book of fate)
Ourselves shall feel, beyond control,
The subtle power, soon or late,
We've done for other's needs,
Which, like winged messengers, return,
Their voyage ended, bringing cheer
To him whose heart wa- made to yearn
Since first he saw them disappear.
OUR NEW WALK.
1)Y JIMMY 15110 WX.
For once I have done right. 1 always used to
think that if I stuck to it, and tried to do what
was right, I would hit it some day: but at last
I pretty nearly gave up all hope, and was begin
ning to believe that no matter what I did, some
of the grown-up folks would tell me that my
conduct was such. F.ut I have done a real use
ful thing that was just what father wanted, and
he has said that he would overlook it this time.
Perhaps you think that this was not very en
couraging to a boy ; but if you had been told to
come up stairs with me my son as often as I
have been, just because you had tried to do right,
and hadn't exactly managed to suit people, you
would be very glad to hear your father say that
for once he would overlook it.
Did you ever play you were a ghost ? I don't
think much of ghosts, and wouldn't be a bit
afraid if I was to see one. There was once a
ghost that used to frighten people dreadfully
by hanging himself to a hook in the wall. He
was one of those tall white ghosts, and they are
the very worst kind there is. This one used to
come into the spare bedroom of the house where
he lived before he was dead, and after walking
round the room, and making as if he was in
dreadfully low spirits, he would take a rope out
of his pocket, and hang himself to a clothes-hook
just opposite the bed, and the person who was in
the bed would faint away with fright, and pull
the bedclothes over his head, and lie in the most
dreadful agony until morning, when he would
get up, and people would say, " Why how dread
ful you look your hair is all gray and you are
whiternany sheet." One time a man came to
stay at the house who wasn't afraid of anything,
find he said "I'll fix that ghost of yours: I'm a
terror on wooden wheels when any ghosts are
around, I am." So he was put to sleep in the
room, and before he went to bed he loosened the
hook, so that it would come down very easy,
and then he sat up in bed and read till twelve
o'clock. Just when the clock struck, the ghost
came in and walked up aud down as usual, and j
finally got out his rope and hung himself; but j
as soon as he kicked away the chair he stood on j
when he hung himself, down came the hook, and j
the ghost fell all in a heap on the floor, and j
sprained his ankle, and got up and limped awaj7,
dreadfully ashamed, and nobody ever saw him
Father has been having the front garden walk
fixed with an askfelt pavement. Ask felt is some
thing like molasses, only four times as sticky
when it is new. After a while it grows real
hard, only ours hasn't grown very hard yet. I
watched the men put it down, and father said,
"Be careful and don't step on it until it gets
hard or you'll stick fast in it and can't ever j!;et
out again. I'd like to see half a dozen meddle- I
some boys stuck in it and serve them right." As !
soon as I heard dear father mention what he'd
like, I determined that he should have his wish,
for there is nothing that is more delightful to a
good boy than to please his father.
That afternoon I mentioned to two or three
boys that I knew were iretty bad boys that our
melons were ripe, and that father was going to
pick them in a day or two. The melon patch is
at the back of the house, and after dark I dressed
myself in one of mother's night-gowns, and hid
in the wood-shed. About eleven o'clock I heard
a noise, and looked, and there were six boys com
ing in the back gate, and going for the melon
patch. I waited till they were just ready to be
gin, and then I came out and said, in a hollow
and jjrotuberaut voice, " Beware ! "
They dropped the melons, and started to run,
but they couldn't get to the back gate without
passing close to me, and I knew they wouldn't
try that. So they started to run round the house
to the front gate, and I ran after them. When
they reached the new front walk, they seemed to
stop all of a sudden, and two or three of them fell
down. I didn't wait to hear what they had to
say, but went quietly back, and got into the
house through "the kitchen window, and went up
stairs to my room. I could hear them whisper
ing, and now and then one or two of them would
cry a little; but I thought it wouldn't be honor
able to listen to them, so I went to sleep.
In the morning there were five boys stuck in
the askfelt, and frightened 'most to death. I got
up early, and called father, and told him that
there seemed to be something the matter with
his new walk. When he came out and saw five
boys caught in the pavement, and an extra pair
of shoes that belonged to another boy who had
wriggled out of them and gone away and left
them, he was the most astonished man you ever
saw. I told him how I had caught the boys
stealing melons, and had played I was a ghost
and frightened them away, and he said that if j
I'd help the coachman pry the boys out, he would
overlook it. So he sat upon the piazza and over
looked the coachman and me while we pried the
boys out, and they came out awfully hard, and
the askfelt is full of pieces of trousers and things.
I don't believe it will ever be a baudsome walk;
but whenever father looks at it he will think
what a good boy I have been, which will give
him more pleasure than a hundred new askfelt
walks. Ifarjwrs Young People.
THE MYSTERIOUS BOX.
David Ker, in Golden Days.
We noticed him, I remember, from the very
first; and we had three good reasons for doing so.
In the first place, he was the very last passenger
to come on board, arriving, indeed, just when the
bell was ringing as a signal to clear the ship
In the second place, he was rather a remarkable-looking
fellow altogether tall, gaunt, sal
low and stern, with a long, lean face and a cold,
gray eye, and, as we all declared, a manifest air
of mystery about him, even from the beginning.
Last, but by no means least, of our grounds of
suspicion, was the fact that our mysterious fellow-passenger
brought on board with him an ob
long wooden box, very much like an overgrown
pistol case, of which he seemed far more careful
than of the well-worn leather portmanteau, which
was the only other article of baggage that he
seemed to possess.
It was evidently not very heavy, for one sailor
shouldered it with ease. It could not be called
inconveniently large, for when its master begged
to be allowed to keep it in his state-room instead
of stowing it in the hold, neither captaiu or pur
ser made the slightest objection.
It was not labeled "Glass, with Care," or any
thing of that sort, as we could all see for our
selves ; and yet its master's nervous anxiety lest
it should be damaged, or even buinped against
anything hard, was so marked that every one be
gan to have dismal suspicions as to its possible
But just at first we had something else to think
about, for the first three days of our vojage were
a perfect chapter of accidents.
To begin with, we were thrown late at start
ing, by having to wait more than an hour for the
mail. Then, when we were just outside the Nar
rows, on came a fog as thick as buckwheat jior
ridge, which forced us to lie-to till late in the
afternoon, keeping up all the while a chorus of
bells and iog-horns worthy of a Chinese wedding.
And as soon as the fog cleared, it was succeeded
by a pour of raiu which inspired a facetious
saloon-passenger to ask the captain, at dinner
time, whether fishing was allowed on the after
deck. At length the rain went off in its turn, and
now we began to hope that this was the end of
our troubles ; but we soon found it to be only the
beginning of them.
The red and angry sunset on the second night,
the ghostly haze around the full moon when it
rose, the short, uneasy panting of the wind, all
forboded further mischief; and the older "salts"
looked meaningly to windward, and prophesied
" dirty weather."
The prophesy was not long in fulfilling itself.
About midnight I was awakened bv a crash as if
twenty cart-loads of bricks had tumbled through
the roofs of as many glass-houses, and found my
self standing bolt-upright in my berth, like a sol
dier in a sentry-box. The next moment 1 had a
fine perspective a iew of my toes high overhead,
while a kind of waterfall of cushions, blankets,
pillows, soap, towels, boots, and what not ,-went
pouring through every part of the room. Then
burst forth a deafening chorus of shouts, groans,
screaming women, crying children, the rattle of
dishes, the crash and jingle of broken glass, and
we were fairly "in for it" at last.
For the next twenty-four hours, in the graphic
words of our old boatswain, "everything blessed
on board was inside-out and upside-down." Plates
and cups, knives, forks and spoons, eddied cease
lessly from side to side of the table.
Hasty feeders stuck their forks into themselves
in place of their meat; the sou) meant for the
mouths of the guests emptied itself into their
laps instead; and just as one dignified old gen
tleman was raising his coffee-cup to his lips as
solemnly as if he were taking poison, the ship
gave a sudden lurch, and the boiling coffee Hew
like a fountain-jet into his spotless shirt-front,
making him wriirgle like a speared eel.
But by morning of the fourth day the gale
seemed to have spent its force, and we were at
liberty to turn our attention once more to the
mysterious passenger and his equally mysterious
The former seemed quite as anxious to preserve
himself from contact with anything on board as
he had been to preserve his package, for he never
spoke to any one. and always answered as shortly
as possible (when he answered at all) whenever
any one spoke to him.
As for the box itself, it was a greater puzzle
than ever. The stewards reported that he ha'd
warned them so earnestly against touching it, or
even going near it, as to imply that the contents,
whatever they might be, were something very
dangerous indeed. But, as if he had his doubts
whether even the fear of some unknown peril
would be strong enough to keep them from med
dling with the precious package, if they got the
chance, he spent the most of his time below, and
as he had taken a whole state-room for himself
(or, rather, for himself and his box), there was no
risk of any one disturbing him there.
"I think he's a Fenian carrying over one of
those dynamite torpedoes to Liverpool," said a
young British officer, homeward-bound from
"More likely a bank-clerk absconding with
specie," grunted a big red-faced cotton-spinner
"Box ain't heavy enough for that," objected a
" Perhaps after all, it's nothing more wonder
ful than a rare statue or picture for some muse
um." Every one looked disappointed, for this last
idea, which had somehow never occurred to us,
now seemed natural and likely enough, and it
was a sad come down after all our romantic im
aginings. But just then a new turn was given to the dis
cussion by a long, wiry, keen eyed Cape Codder,
who had hitherto been perfectly silent. Taking
his short pipe out of his mouth, he said, slowly
and emphatically :
"Taint that, boys; but I reck en J could tell
yer what it is!"
"What? What? cried every one eagerly?"
"A baby," answered the Yankee, with the
solemnity of perfect conviction.
At this there was a shout of laughter so up
roarious that a passing steward peered amazedly
into the smoking-room to see what all the fun
could be about. But the gentleman from Cape
Cod was not a whit abashed.
"Laugh as much as you like, boys; but what I
say, I stick to. Every day, reg'lar, at breakfast
and at tea, I've seen that air critter, after he'd
had his share, start for his state room with a cup
of milk and a hunk o' bread, and if that don't
mean a baby somewhar roun', I'm a Mexikin !"
There was a general start, for we now remem
bered to have seen the stranger do this and won
dered that we had not noticed it before.
For a few moments every one was in high glee
at the apparent solution of the riddle; but the
remorseless New-Yorker speedily blighted our
"Guess you're consid'able out there, stranger,"
objected he. "For the baby that could be four
days aboard ship, or anywhere else, either, with
out raising one squall, has got to be discovered
yet. I've got three ot 'em myself, and 1 guess I
ought to know.
This unanswerable argument threw us all back
to where we were before, and a sullen silence fol
lowed, broken at length by a dashing young
sophomore from Harvard one of the briskest
and boldest spirits of our company.
"Baby or no baby," said he, firmly, "I'm
bound to get at the ins and outs of this job,
somehow. Either I'll know what's inside that
box before it goes ashore, or I'll never wear the
crimson of old Harvard again ! "
But this valliant pledge seemed likely to go
unredeemed, after all; for, as if the man of mys
tery had known of the plot hatching against
him, he seemed to be, if possible, more vigilant
Day followed day, until at length we came in
sight of Queenstown, where the stranger was to
land, and the secret of the box was a secret still.
But the time came at last. Breakfast was
hardly over that morning, when a steward (sent
on purpose by the ingenious sophomore) tapped
at the door of the stranger who had retired as
usual with his milk and bread announcing that
the captain wanted him. Scarcely had he dis
appeared when the Harvard youth popped into
The next moment a tenible cry startled us all,
and, rushing to the spot, we found the mystic box
open, and the sophomore struggling in the coils
of a hugh black-and-white snake!
For a moment all was confusion, but the stran
ger, who had just returned, sprang like light
ning to the breakfast-table, filled a cup with milk
and set it in front of the snake. Instantly the
latter unwound itself from its captive, who reeled
helplessly against the wall.
"You're more frightened than hurt, young fel
ler," said his rescuer, coolly, "for this snake's
quite a harmless sort, and as tame as a pet cat
into the bargain. I kept him dark while I could,
for I didn't want him hurt, after stumpiu' all
Louisiana to git him for the London Zoological,
but you'd best not touch him a. 'in, for his breed's
mighty fond of a fool, and T guess that's why he
w:is so spry to git hold of you .'"
In the centre of the grounds of the Naval
Academy, at Annapolis, Md., half way between
the Superintendent's residence and the cadets'
quarters, there is an obelisk of gray granite, twenty
feet high, surrounded by chains passing through
upright cannon, with the inscription on one side,
"William Lewis Herndon," and on the other,
"September 12, 1S57." It was erected hy sub
scription among his brother officers, amonir them
the present Admiral C. R. P. Roclgers, to the
memory of a gallant officer who lost his life in
the wreck of the Central America, on the date
given. Commander Herndon was the father-in-law
of Chester A. Arthur, now President. Twenty
five years ago officers of the navy were assigned
to the command of American steamers owned by
private persons, particularly to the command of
those of the Panama line, then largely owned and
controlled by the late Cornelius Yanderbilt.
Commander Herndon was Captain of the Central
America, of this line. The testimony would go
to show, it is said, that she was unseaworthy. In
any event she foundered 100 miles from our
Atlautic coast. Captain Ilerndon bore himself
very gallantly. He saw the women and children
in the boats, and. only when the ship went down,
secured life preservers for himself and crew. They
were in the water all night, and a schooner, that
happily came that way, found herself in the early
morning sailing through a group of men in the
sea, struggling to secure the attention of those on
board. They Avere all rescued with the exception
of Captain Herndon. He had exerted himself
greatly in providing for the safety of his passen
gers and crew, and was dead of exhaustion when
picked up. Congress passed a resolution
" That Congress entertains a high sense of the
devotion to duty, the coolness, courage, and the
conduct of Commander William Lewis Herndon,
in command of the steamer Central America,
during the prevalence of a hurricane on the 12th
of September, 1857; that to his widow be appro
priated a sum equal to the salary of a commander
for three years of full sea service." Miss Herndon,
her daughter, was married to Chester A. Arthur,
then a young lawyer, seventeen or more years
ago. She died two years since.
There are two other monuments in the yard,
and in the beautiful chapel are five tablets
commemorative of conspicuous acts of gallantry
by officers of the navy. On the right as you enter
is that to Lieutenant-Commander Alexander
Slidell Mackenzie. He was on the Asiatic service
in 18G7, when news was brought to the Admiral
that savages on the Island of Formosa had in
captivity the crew of an American vessel wrecked
on their coast. Commander Mackenzie was
detailed, with a force, to attack them. Leading
the assault he was struck down by a lance. The
tablet has on it a bas-relief picturing the scene of
his death, by Larkin Mead.
Next is that to the memory of Lieutenant Hugh
McKee. The Coreans, in 1871, had badly treated
the crew of an American vessel, also wrecked on
their coast. It was determined to punish them,
and an assault was ordered on their citadel.
Kanghoa Island. Hugh McKee led the naval
battalion, and was the first man over the ramparts,
where he received mortal wounds. The fort was
thereafter named Fort McKee, and his death was
suitably avenged. He was twenty-seven years
old, and Mackenzie twenty-six.
On the other side of the church is the tablet to
Lieutenant John G. Talbot and three men of the
United States steamer Saginaw, which was
wrecked on Ocean Island, at the time wrongly
marked in the charts. Lieutenant Talbot volun
teered, as did four of the crew, to fit out the
whale-boat and to seek assistance. The Sandwich
Islands, the nearest inhabited laud, were 1,500
miles away. The boat was unseaworthy, but in
it the little crew reached the island of Kauai, on
the 19th of December, 1870. She was swamped
in the breakers as they attempted to land, and,
weakened by long exposure and want of food,
Lieutenant Talbot and three of his companions
were drowned. One man, now serviutr as a irun-
ncr in the navy, managed to cling to the boat
and was saved by the natives. King Kalakaua,
who lately visited New York, sent a steamer to
Ocean Island and brought off the ship's crew.
These lines conclude the inscription :
"Greater love hath no man than thK
That a man lay down his life for his friends."
Near is the tablet erected by his shipmates as
were all those mentioned to the memory of En
sign Jonathan M. Wainright. A pirate ship in the
Gulf of California had committed many depre
dations on the Mexican coast. The United States
steamer Mohican, then in the harbor at Mazatlan,
started in pursuit of the pirate and succeeded in
destroying her, and making her crew captive.
In the assault Ensign Wainright was particularly
gallant, but received mortal wounds. "As a me
morial to the Christian heroism of Lieutenant
Alfred Foree," is the beginning of the inscription
on the next tablet. Lieutenant Foree lost his
life in a very brave attempt to rescue his com
manding officer and a boat's crew from drowning
in the surf off Grey town, Nicaragua. In the
naval cemetery, near the Academy, is the grave
of the gallant Gushing, only one of whose extra
ordinary exploits was the destruction of the con
federate ram Albemarle. His daring was almost
past belief. It will be remembered that he ran a
steam launch past miles of confederate batteries,
up to the side of the Albemarle and destroyed
her with a torpedo, and his own boat at the same
time, and escaped by swimming. The list of his
feats is a long one. Among them it is told
of him that he walked into a confederate fort
unrecognized, found his way into the comman
dant's tent, put a pistol to his breast and forced
him. with threats of instant death, to walk arm
in arm to Cushing's boat, when the dare-devil
lieutenant rowed him captive to the Federal ship
Jaw-breaking words that may be found below.
The German Switzers who live in the French
cantons recently formed a political society, the
members of which are called :
grupp. A Welshman, having seen the society's name,
reminded an English newspaper that there is a
small village in North Wales called:
Just across the sea from that village is a town
in the Isle of Mull known as :
When the German scholar saw the Welch words
he took a long breath and brought out the follow
ing immense fellows, both of which he found in
an old book :
hungsverhaltnsszkundiger. Thereupon an American professor points to a
Greek work of 78 syllables and 1G0 Greek letters.
It may be found in Aristoplaues in the "Ekkle
siazousia," and is as follows:
"Polyphrasticontiuomimegalondaluton" is also
a good round mouth-filling word, but very likely
the reader's jaws are unhinged by this time and
so no more will be presented to-day. Philadel
An ancient and remarkable clock has been
recently set up in the reading-room of the mu
nicipal library of Rouen. A single winding
keeps it running for 14 months and some odd
days. It was constructed in 1782, underwent
alterations in 1816, was bought by Rouen for
1,000 francs in 1838, and has recently been re
paired and just set going.
The microscope shows the hair to be like a
coarse, round rasp, but with the teeth extremely
irregular and ragged.
And there they sat a-popping- corn,
John Stiles and Susan Cutter;
John Stiles as stout as any ox,
And Susan fat as butter.
And there they sat and shelled the corn,
And raked and stirred the fire,
And talked of different kinds of ears,
And hitched their chairs up nigher.
Then Susan she the popper shook,
Then John he shook the popper,
Till both their faces grew as red
As saucepans made of copper.
And then they shelled and popped and ate,
And kinks of fun a-poking ;
And he haw-lnwed at her remarks,
And she laughed at his joking.
And still they popped, and still they ate
John's mouth avos like a hopper
And stirred the lire, and sprinkled salt,
And shook and shook the popper.
The clock struck nine, the clock struck ten,
And still the corn kept popping;
It struck eleven, and then struck twelve,
And still no signs of stopping.
And John he ate, and Sue she thought;
The corn did pop and patter,
Till John cried out : ' The corn's a-fire !
Why, Susan ! what's the matter? "
Said she : " John Stiles, it's one o'clock !
You'll die of indigestion !
I'm sick of all this popping corn !
Why don't you pop the question?."
TOM CORWIN'S BIT OF AMERICAN SILK.
The statement that the ladies of Philadelphia
are engaged in encouraging silk culture in this
country, and that they propose presenting Mrs.
Garfield with a dress made from the "first''
cocoons spun by American silk-worm larvaC is
now one of the current paragraphs of American
newspapers. Silk-worms were at work in thi
country as long ago as 1841, and no further away
from Cincinnati than College Hill. At that time
Mr. P. J. Laboiteaux cultivated six acres of
morns multicaulis on a farm nine miles from
Cincinnati. Here were grown the silk-worm
and here on primitive looms Mr. Laboiteaux
manufactured silk. For his determined enter
prise the Ohio Legislature voted him a purse of
money aud resolutions of thanks and Hamilton
county awarded him a silver medal, which is
still held m the Laboiteaux family. Anion" the
interesting Telics of Tom Corwin is a vesfpat
tern cut from a piece of silk woven on the
Laboiteaux farm. Cincinnati Enquirer.
THE BIGGEST DIAMOND OF THE CENTURY,
On Saturday night one of the greatest diamonds
of the world, the largest which has been found
this century, was exhibited. It was discovered
in the claim of Mr. Porter Rhodes, in the Kimber
ley Mine, South Africa, and by its remarkable
whiteness completely disposes of the charge
against Africa of being the nurse of tawny dia
monds. The surface diamonds had, indeed, a
yellow hue, but now that the miners have gone
below the trap, they find in Jagersfontein and
other famous regions of the Griqua diamond-fields
the clearest blue-white stones. The Porter Rhodes
diamond was brought to light on February 12,
1880, and before it left the diamond-fields 500
(winch was placed to the credit of the local hos
pital) had been paid by spectators admitted to
see it, and .00,000 had been offered for it in vain
by a syndicate of London jewelers. It weighs
150 carats, is still uncut, but is so cloven that the
" table " and one of the " steps 5; are already formed,
and it will lose less than most diamonds in the
cutting, being expected to produce a net weight
of about 100 carats, when it assumes the form of
a brilliant. Mr. Rhodes says he will not take
100,000 for the diamond. It was shown to the
Queen early in the year, and Her Majesty on the
occasion presented Mr. Rhodes with a watch.
Fancy giving 100.000 for a gem that is to say,
at 5 per cent., paying 5,000 a year, or 100 a
week, for the privilege of wearing it ! Its great
purity of color and compactness of shape make it
a beautiful object, even in its present rough state.
Mr. Streeter shows near it models of other
famous diamonds, the Koh-i-Noor ( 106 1-1 tf carats )
with which Mr. Rhodes has been enabled to com
pare it at Windsor, the Star of the South (the
great Brazilian stone), the Dresden Drop, &c,
together with the unique jewel, the Mackel
diamond, in which a smaller stone has been
embedded by some freak of nature. Here also is
the red diamond, like the ruby, but shooting
back the rays of the electric light with a direct
ness characteristic of the diamond: the creen
diamond, with the stone of Ceylon, smaller
stones carried for years in a pith box behind a
negro's ear, great milk-white pearls, and the
lustrous shells from which they have been taken;
pink pearls, and the topazes which display a
luminous star blazing in different quarters of
their convex hemisphere as the lights fall on
them difieientlv. London Times.
THINGS TO MAKE A NOTE OF,
Lemon Mince-Meat. One lanre lemon, three
large apples, four ounces of beef-suet, half-pound
of currants, half pound of stoned raisins, four
ounces of white sugar, one ounce of candied orange
and citron. Chop up the apples and beef-suet, mix
them with the fruit and sugar : then squeeze the
juice from a large lemon into a cup; add a glass
of sherry. Well mix the whole: it is fit for im
Seed Cake. Beat three-quarters of a pound
of butter to a cream, with a wooden spoon; then
add one xound of sifted sugar. Beat them to
gether, till like snow. Add nine eggs, one by
one, into Mhe batter. Beat it twenty minutes,
then mix in lightly one pound of flour, well dried
and rolled. Put all into a pan, with three folds
of paper under it ; and bake it in a well-heated
oven, but not too hot. Add a wineglass full of
v Spanish Ckeam One ounce of gelatine, three
pints of milk, six eggs, eight tablespoonfuls of
sugar. Soak the gelatine one hour iu the milk,
then let come to a boil ; beat the yolks of the
eggs with the sugar, and stir in ; let it simmer,
take off the fire, and pour over it the whites of
the eggs, beaten to a froth ; flavor with the lemon
or vanilla extract.
Gixgerbkead Cake Take half-pound of
butter, half-pound of sugar, two ounces of "-round
ginger, a dessertspoonful of carbonate of soda, a
pinch of salt, and two teacupfuls of flour of rice.
Mix these well together, then add one pound of
syrup, a gill of rich milk, aud seven
beaten. Stir into this mixture as much flour aa
will bring it to a proper consistency. Let it lie
over night; put into a buttered tin, aud bake for
an hour, in a moderate oven. Any seasoning mav
be added. Some pieces of lemon-peel are a great
Fig Roly Pudding. One pound of flour, six
ounces of fresh beef-suet, half-teaspoon ful of salt,
one pound of figs, one teaspoonful of baking
powder. Chop the suet very fine, aud remove all
strings; mix well with the flour, salt, and bakin
powder; make into a paste with iced water, aud
roll out into a sheet. Cut the figs into long slices,
cover the paste with them, tie in a cloth, and boil
in fast-boiling water for two hours.
Plain Chicken Fkicasse. Cut up the
chickens, and wash well in salt water; put them
in a pot, with enough cold water to cover theni
add (for two chickens) one-half pound of salt
pork, cut up in thin strips; cover, and let heat
very slowly; then stew, until the fowls are ten
der. Cook slowly if they cook fast, thev toughen
and shrink. When almost done, add, if desired
a chopped onion or two, some parsely and penper;'
cover closely again, and when it has heated to
boiling, stir iu slowly a teacupful of milk, con
taining two beaten eggs, and two teaspoonfuls of
dour; boil up again, and add one tablespoonful
of good butter. Arrange the chicken nicely in
a deep dish, pour the gravy over, and serve hot.