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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, FEBRUARY 18, 1882.
HOW THE KING LOST HIS CROWN.
The King's men, when he had slain the boar,
Strung hhn aloft on the fisherman's oar.
And, two behind and two before,
In triumph bore him along the shore.
An oar ! says the King : 'tis a trifle !'"'' . n
Did the fisherman frown and the good wife sigh .
A trifle, sir! was the Fool's reply:
Then frown or laugh who will : for I,
Who laugh at all and am only a elown,
Will never more laugh at trifles!
A Runner next day leaped down the sand.
And launched aakifl" from the fisher's strand;
For he cried, An army invades the land!
The passes are seized on either hand !
And I must carry my message straight.
Across the lake to the castle gate I
The castle he neared, but the waves were great,
The fanged rocks foamed like the jaws of Fate;
And lacking an oar the boat went down.
The Furies laugh at trifles !
The swimmer against the waves began
To strive as a valiant swimmer can.
Methinks, said the Fool, 'twere no bad plan
If succor were sent the drowning man !
To succor a perilled pawn instead.
The monarch, moving his rook ahead.
Bowed over the chessman, white and red,
Gave Check! then looked on the lake and said.
The boat is lost, the man will drown .'
O King! beware of trifles
To the lords and mirthful dames the bard
Was trolling his latest song; the guard
Were casting dice in the castle yard;
And the captains all were drinking hard.
Then came the chief of the halberdiers,
And told to the King's astounded ears :
An army on every side appears !
An army with banners and bow and spears !
They have gained the wall and surprised the town!
Our fates are woven of trifles!
The red usurper reached the throne ;
The tidings over the realm were blown ;
And, flying to alien lands alone
With a trusty few, the King made moan.
But long and loudly laughed the Clown:
We broke the oar and the boat went down.
And so the meenger chanced to drown :
The messenger lost, we lost the town ;
And the loss of the town has cost a crown ;
And all these things are trifles I
J. T. Trowbridge, in Our Continent.
Fred's Castle.
Matthew White, Jr., in Golden Days.
WANTED FOR THE ONLY SON OF A GENTLE
MAN, as playmate and companion at studies, a
respectable boy, about fifteen years old, and of fair ele
mentarv education. Apply, with reference, to F. G.
FANWORTH, City Hotel, between 11 and 12 o'clock.
Entire charge will be taken of the boy.
"Yes, mother, that's the very thing forme!'
cried Fred Danning, enthusiastically, when he
read aloud the above advertisement from a morn
ing paper.
"So you still dislike the idea of going out on
your Uncle Stephen's farm ? '' returned Mrs. Dan
ning, with a half-sigh.
" But I think a position like this would be so
much pleasanter, pleaded Fred ; " and who knows
what may come of it? This Mr. Fanworth is
probably very rich, and if he takes a fancy to
me he can get me into some nice business when
his son grows up. Besides, the work won't be so
.hard as "
"But I thought you wanted to go to work so
TbaSly, Fred?" interrupted his mother quietly;
. and for a moment the boy was silent, while his
face flushed, then he said:
" So I do ; but if I can accomplish the same
end in a more convenient way, and that without
being under obligations to a relation, I don't see
cprhy I should hesitate, do you?"
And Fred looked up in his mother's face with
'ah expression in his clear blue eyes that was so
very like him when he was a little boy and wore
velvet suits, and had everything he asked for,
that Mrs. Danning was forced to bend down and
kiss him, anxLsay he should choose for himself.
"Three cheers for you, mother! See if our
fortune won't be made over again now, if I can
only get the place!" and with a hasty good-bye,
the impulsive lad snatched up his cap and was
off with a dash for the City Hotel.
Mrs. Danning meantime resumed her never
ended needlework, resolving to say nothing to
her husband about the matter until Fred's return.
The Dannings, as my readers have probably
already gathered, were once well-to-do people,
but some four years previous to the opening of
our story, the husband and father was smitten
with the disease which had kept him an invalid
confined to his room ever since.
Fortunately, the city house in which the family
lived was their own, and Mrs. Danning had some
little money coming to her every year from the
investment of a legacy, besides which, and the
slender sum she and her daughter Lucy earned
by fine sewing, they had nothing.
Therefore it was that Fred, now that he had
attained the age of fifteen, and had received a
fair amount of education at the public schools,
resolved to be a burden to his family no longer;
so, having possessed himself of two letters of
recommendation one from his teacher, the other
from his pastor he resolved, as we have seen,
to "go to work."
On reaching the hotel, Fred found, to his dis
may, that there were a number of applicants for
the position there before him, but as they all
presented a decidedly miserable and unhealthy
appearance, he was not much astonished to find
that, after having been conducted, one by one,
into the august presence of Mr. Fanworth,
they speedily left it again, with anything but a
cheerful expression of countenance.
It was therefore witn a confident step and a
lighter heart that our friend took his turn in the
ranks, for his own clothes although plain were
always neat, and he spent, perhaps, more time
than was actually necessary in keeping every
thing about himself in the same tidy state.
Mr. Fanworth proved to be a tall, youngish
man, smoothly-shaven, and with a chin that
Fred thought must be twice as long as his fore
head was high.
"I've come to " the lad began, when the gen
tleman interrupted him with :
" Oh, yes, I know ! You needn't say it all over.
I suppose you can read, write, and figure eh?"
"Oh, yes, sir!"
"And are a pretty bright sort of a lad eh?5'
eying him keenly from head to foot.
"That's not exactly for me to say, sir," replied
Fred, nothing daunted at Mr. Fanworth's rising
inflections, as perhaps he would have been had
they proceeded from an old gentleman with a
long beard and spectacles.
"Well, I think you'll do. What did you say
your name was?"
For a second or two Fred was so astounded at
this sudden decision in his favor that he nearly
forgot it.
"And can you come immediately to-morrow
morning?" was the next question.
"Where that is, how far or do you live here
in the city, sir ? "
"No. My place is called Eenberry Lodge; is
situated in the interior of the State, and, if we
leave early to-morrow, we can be home the same
night. Will you go with me? I cannot wait
any later."
Fred thought for a moment. It was very soon,
and so far away, too; but then the gentleman
had seemed so taken with him, had not even
asked him for his reference.
There might never be such another" opening;
life on a farm loomed up so dull in comparison,
and
" I'll go, sir," he said.
Then followed a few directions in regard to
baggage and the precise time of leaving, at the
conclusion of which Fred hurried home with all
possible speed, to tell of his great good fortune
and pack his trunk.
"What does he pay?" asked Lucy, as, after
the first exclamation had subsided, she was look
ins over her brother's clothes, to see that all
buttons were in their places.
"Pay!" repeated Fred, as if he did not quite
comprehend.
"Or has the gentleman adopted you?" con
tinued his sister.
"Why, to tell the truth, I never once thought
about that point!" exclaimed the boy, in some
what anxious tones. Then he added: "But I'm
sure it's all right; though, to be positive, I'll ask
Mr. Fanworth, in the morning, before I start.
He seems to be such a regular first-class business
man that I've no fear but that he'll give me
what's right."'
Mrs. Danning wanted to go herself and see
about the matter, but Fred so disliked the idea
of having his mother concern herself in regard
to the aflair, which he looked upon as a purely
business transaction, that she reluctantly gave
up the idea, striving to console herself with the
thought that her son did seem manlier for his
years than other boys.
And how enthusiastic he was, to-be-sure!
"I'll write you the longest letters, Lucy, tell
ing you all about the elegant things I see, the
nice people I meet, and how famously we two
young Fanworth and I get on together."
And thus, in the fullness of his heart, Fred rat
tled on, planning all sorts of happy results that
were sure to spring from his association with the
Fanworths.
There was no danger of oversleeping himself
on such a morning; so, having said a brave good
bye, and dispatched his trunk by the expressman,
Fred hurried off, to arrive at the depot a full
half-hour before the time appointed.
Mr. Fanworth appeared in the course of ten
minutes, and, in answer to young Danning's
questions in regard to salary, quoted the last
line of his advertisement, adding:
"You shall be treated like my own son; like
him, be allowed a reasonable amount of pocket
money ; and, when the time comes, be given an
equal chance with him in business. Of course,
you are neither adopted nor bound-out, yet you
will enjoy all the advantages of the one, without
the disagreeable features of the other."
This sounded fair enough surely, and Fred
settled himself comfortably in the cars, confident
of the realization of his brightest dreams.
Occupying himself with such pleasing reflec
tions, varied by observing the different objects
of interest along the road, the youth almost for
got the home he was leaving further and further
behind, as the train sped swiftly on.
During the journey, Mr. Fanworth said scarce
ly a dozen words, beng engaged most of the time
making calculations in his note-book.
The early auturs.n twilight had already closed
in when the cars stopped at the station for Een
berry Lodge, from which the Lodge itself, it ap
peared, was distant some eight miles.
And here the castle in the air Fred had erected
showed the first signs of approaching dissolution ;
for, in place of the handsome carriage and pair
waiting too meet them, a rather rickety-looking
farm wagon, with one horse, was backed up to
the platform by a man whose clothes seemed to
be rfli patches.
Fred and his employer having taken their
seats in this rude vehicle, and the luggage hav
ing been put in behind them, the horse was
started off, and the last stage of the journey to
Eenberry Lodge began.
It was now quite dark, and as the road lay for
the most part through the woods, the man was
forced to drive very slowly, and it was, therefore,
after nine, when, at last, the wagon turned out
of the main highway and came to a standstill
before a long, low building that ought to have
been only one story in height, but which, by dint
of making the ceiling of the first floor very low,
and running that of the second very high up
into the roof, had been expanded into two.
" We're here," Mr. Fanworth condescended to
to inform his son's companion, as he clambered,
over the wheel to the ground.
This was almost the first remark he had made
since leaving the cars, but now that he had
reached his own domain, his tongue seemed to
be loosed; for, while the man was carrying in
the trunks, he pointed out in the starlight the
barn, the corn-crib, the hennery and the sheep
fold all of which appeared to Fred to be much
more nicely adapted to their respective purposes
than was the house itself. About the latter,
there was all this time not the faintest sign of
life.
When the driver returned to the wagon, the
farmer (for such Fred now knew the man to be)
led the way into the kitchen, where he lit a can
dle, with which he preceded the lad up stairs,
down a long, narrow passage-way, opened a door
at the end of it, and then, giving the light to
Fred, left him.
Fortunately, the train had not stopped for din-
, ner until late in the afternoon; and, as Mr. Fan-
worth had then taken occasion to fortify both
himself and charge with quite a bountiful re-
past, Fred did not inch mind being thus sent
supperless to bed.
On entering the sn ill room indicated, he found
it to be almost destsuteof plaster, with an iron
bedstead in one coiier, no carpet on the floor,
neither wash-stand iior bureau, a single chair
with But Fred iolutely determined to look
no further: so blowns out the candle, to enable
him the more easry to keep his resolve, he
quickly undressed, fnd uttering the humblest
prayer he had ever Ireathed, crept into bed.
The sun was shinilg in brightly at the window
when Fred opened iiis eyes the next morning,
but it was not that ihich had awakened him.
"Come, ain't youoing to get up to-day? I
want you, and be quck about it, you'd better! "
These were the wrds, spoken in a very high
key on the other sidlof the door, which, coupled
with a vigorous appl nation of boots and knuckles
to the same, arousel our hero from the sound
slumbers his long dtp's journey had induced.
Speedily recalling to mind where he was, he
got up, and announcing that he would be ready
in a very few minute, proceeded to dress him
self. But the voice stillkept on crying out: "Hurry
up now, quick!" an finally demanding that the
owner of it to be lettn.
Fred then opened the door, and beheld a boy
of about his own aje and size, with red hair,
whitish blue eyes, a mg nose, and a very freckled
face.
On being admittd, the lad stared at bis des-
tined "playmate an
the most complacen
companion at studies " in
manner, finishing up with
-. . .i
a long, low whistle
.expressive of trie most un
'&
bounded astonishmett.
"Mr. Fanworth's on, I suppose," said Fred, as
pleasantly as he coul. " Good morning ! "
"Yes, I'm JinimVj" returned the other, with
both hands in his packets, as if to show that not
on any account woutl he allow one of them to
be shaken. " I've cane to tell you that you can
wash at the pump lown stairs, and then bring
me up a pail of wate when you're through."
Fred quietly did a he was bid, and was then
summoned to breakast, which the whole family,
including the one voman servant and the hired
man, ate in the kithen. Then he was ordered
to clear off the tabh and put away the dishes,
after which he wa called to "the library"
(which boasted pehaps twenty -five books),
where he was infomed by Mr. Fanworth that
he was expected to indertake the education of
Jimmy.
The latter was siting sulkily at a small desk,
and as soon as his ather had left the room he
began to talk very kst to Fred about hunting
and fishing, describhg his guns and rods, and
offering to show Ks young schoolmaster the
luckiest spot for troit in the whole State.
Then, when Darning attempted to find out
how much he kne? of history, geography, or
arithmetic, he stornijd and went on so about the
hatred he bore the hooks, teachers, and every
thing connected in aiy way with school, that it
was dinner-time before Fred discovered that his
pupil scarcely " r .
The afternc .otf
pies. Mr. Fan'
ant, out-door
and his hireu ..
barvestipg ap-
doing the pleas-
while Danning
red to carry the
heavy barrels to the hoase and store them in the
cellar.
This occupation kept them all busy until
nightfall, by which tine Fred was so worn out
that he was glad to bejsent to bed, after a scant
supper, at the primitive hour of seven.
Once in his room, he threw himself on the bed
and made no effort to shield himself from the
fragments of his stitely castle in the air, that
now came tumbling thick and fast about his
ears.
He saw it all now so clearly. His own impul
sive, thoughtless will, that, in spite of home
warning, had brougtt him so far away to such a
desolate spot, boasting neither post office nor
railroad and with the nearest
neighbor
three
miles off!
Mr. Fanworths olect in bringing a lad from
so great a distance vas only too apparent. He
wished to educate life son and secure an assistant
on his farm at one md the same time, and for
the expenditure of a ery small amount of money.
He evidently calctlated on the isolated situa
tion of "Eenberry lodge" to prevent the un
lucky "playmate aid companion at studies"
from speedily giving up the position.
"It was my choice my choice!" almost
groaned Fred, as 1b reflected bitterly on the
eagerness with which he had rushed into the
trap. "I wonder if tver there was such another
blinded, stupid, foolish fellow as Fred Danning?
Oh, mother, mother if I had only taken your
advice! What will you think when you hear "
But, at this point, it suddenly occurred to him
that there was a verr small chance indeed of his
family hearing anything from him at all.
"Then there's nothing else to be done!" ex
claimed the lad, under his breath. "I must
leave here and get back to New York, some ivay,
and at once ! "
He looked at his trunk in the corner. It was
a small leather one, tnd by some might be called
a large satchel.
Fred was tired, to-be-sure, but at the same
time, that afternoon's tussel with the barrels of
apples had hardened his muscles to that extent
that he found his trunk not such a dead weight
to carry, after all, when he tried it.
Silently he made all his preparations, counted
over again his little store of money which
would scarcely suffice to carry him three-quarters
of the distance home by railroad and then lay
down on the bed, to sleep until midnight.
His excited state of mind, however, would not
allow him much repose, and, in the course of an
hour, he arose, put on his coat and hat, took his
shoes in one hand and the large satchel in the
other, blew out the candle, and then noiselessly
opening his door, advanced slowly and carefully
along the hall, down the stairs and out intt) the
starlight.
Oh, how the 'boy hated this sneaking manner
of leaving! but, under the circumstances, it
seemed to be the best, if not the only way.
He recollected having seen on a time-table
that a New York bound train passed the little
station in the woods at about seven o'clock in the
morning. If he could only catch this, and ride
as far as his money would carry him, he felt that
he would find some way of covering the re
mainder of the distance.
Buoyed up by this hope, he quickly put on his
shoes, shouldered his luggage, and set bravely
out on the road, which there was no chance of
his mistaking,
And what a walk that was ! The wind swept
the woods on either hand with a dismal, wailing
sound, owls hooted mournfully in the branches,
and more than once Fred thought he detected
that crashing of the underbrush which wild
beasts make in their path. And then the little
trunk grew heavier and heavier, thereby causing
its owner to halt every few minutes, and be
grudge the precious time wasted while he sat
upon it to recover breath.
" I think I can imagine now," he sighed, dur
ing one of these intervals, "why Mr. Fanworth
was so anxious to have me bring all my things
with me at once."
Three or four times the weary lad felt that he
could not move another step, but the thought
that he was, in some sense, atoning for his folly,
sustained him, and he finally reached the little
railroad-station just as day was dawning.
There was no ticket-office, and Fred was the
only passenger that boarded the train when it
came along.
He paid his fare to a point within thirty miles
of home, reserving enough funds in his pocket
book to express his trunk and buy something to
eat on the way ; then, completely wearied out,
he curled himself up in his seat, and slept
soundly until the conductor shouted:
" Ten minutes for breakfast! "
Having refreshed himself with a cup of coffee
and a roll, Fred composed himself to sleep again,
I for, according to the programme he had mapped
out for himself, he intended to walk all night
long. And he did, arriving home the following
morning an hour ahead of his trunk, foot-sore,
dusty, tired, but so thoroughly cured of castle
building that he went out to his uncle's farm the
next week, without having looked at a single
advertisement.
FIRE-PROOF PAPER AND INK,
Fire-proof paper and ink for writing or print
ing have long been sought for, and it is now said
that German inventors have been successful in
producing them. According to an industrial
newspaper of that country, paper possessing fire
proof qualities was made with chemically treated
asbestos fibre and ground or finely divided wood
fibre. Ninety-five parts of asbestos was used
with five parts of the wood fibre, and by aid of
glue, water, and borax, were made into a pulp,
which yielded a fine, smooth paper, which could
be used for writing purposes. It had the unusual
quality of sustaining the influence of a white
heat without injury. Fire-proof printing and
writing inks were made by combining platinum
chloride, oil of lavender, and lamp-black and
varnish. These ingredients produced a printing
ink, and when a writing fluid was wanted, Chi
nese or India ink and gum arabic were added to
the mixture. Ten parts of -the dry platinum
chloride, twenty-five parts of the oil of lavender,
and thirty of varnish, are reported by a local
writer to yield a good printing ink of this valu
able kind when mixed with a small quantity of
lamp-black and varnish. When the paper printed
with this compound is ignited, the platinum salt
is reduced to a metallic state and becomes a
coating of a brownish-black color. A free flowing
ink for writing on the fire-proof paper with an
ordinary metallic pen may be obtained, says the
same authority, by using five parts of the dry
chloride of platinum with fifteen parts of oil of
lavender, fifteen parts of Chinese ink, and one
part of gum arabic, adding thereto sixty-four parts
of water. When the paper is ignited, after being
written upon with this ink, the platinum ingre
dient causes the writing to appear transparent,
and, as a consequence, it is claimed that such
writing as has become black or illegible will
become readily legible again during the process
of heating the paper.
A GLIMPSE OF THE SPLENDID PAST.
Five hundred years before the birth of Christ
there was a city in Italy called Sybaris. It was
a magnificent place, and the wealth and luxury
of its inhabitants was so great that the name
Sybarite exists to this day as a pseudonym of a
devotee of sensual pleasure. It was at one time
so populous, that it could send 300,000 men
into the field, yet its annals are lo3t and its great
men unknown. All the information we learn
about it is the fact of its greatness, and that its
ruins are to-day under the bed of a river in
southern Italy. It seems there was a quarrel
amongst the rulers of this mighty city, and the
discontented joined with their enemies, the Cro
tonites, who succeeded in capturing Sybaris.
drove out its inhabitants, and, to make its ruin
complete, changed the course of a river so that
it swept over the remains of the once mighty
municipality. To-day the ruins are covered by
a bed of slime and earth from sixteen to twenty
feet deep, and soon the work of bringing the re
mains to light will be undertaken. It is believ
ed that the memorials of a very distant past will
he brought to light equal to, if not exceeding
in interest, those of Pompeii. We live after all
in a very old world. Mighty nations flourished,
and prosperous cities gathered wealth to them
selves long before history begun to keep its rec
ords. In these days of the marvelous applications
of science to our daily life, it is well to remember
the might of the past, in" order that wTe should
not become too conscious of the splendor of the
ae we live in. DemoresVs Monthly for March.
A cannon-ball feebly propelled may fall short
of the mark and be in vain, while a rifle-ball
urged on by a measureless force may bury itself
deep in the heart of the obstacle. A fit and
timely word, a warm God-speed to a strug
gling, despending, half-despairing soul, a cheery
commendation, a helping hand extended to a
human brother or sister staggering under a bur
den of toil and care, or under a heavier burden
of sin and shame, a broHaerly exhortation, breath
of prayer for some sick or needy one, has each
behind it the Power of God, and may issue in
results which Time cannot weigh which only
eternity can measure. W. P. Breed.
A LITTLE MORE ABOUT ANTS.
Professor Morse, in the February Popular Sci
ence Monthly, explains what has puzzled a great
many people why ants build their homes as we
so often see them, right in the sidewalk between
the bricks or paving stones, where there is so
great a chance of being stepped on. The reason
is that it is the best place. That is the whole of
it ; the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
This is proved by the fact that instead of being
exterminated, the ants thrive. But there is also
other evidence. The creatures want the warmth
of the sun-heated bricks or stones to hatch their
eggs, and, making their homes close under them,
they secure free of transportation the best of in
cubators. Besides this, the sidewalk gives them
a sure supply of food. The human procession
that moves by all the while performs more or
less of the labor of the undiscriminating Jugger
naut, and does not crush merely the occasional
ant. It grinds flies, caterpillars, and many other
insects. All these the ants pull in and put into
their storehouses as food ; and besides these, there
is a vast amount of crumbs, bits of fruit, grain,
etc., dropped on the walk that the ants pick up
and carry off. It is enough to support them.
Evidently, therefore, they select their homes
where food is easiest to be obtained, and where
the conditions are best for raising their young.
This is plainly attended by a certain amount of
peril, and by the loss of more or less life, but
probably not more than attends higher creatures
in their efforts to make a living. When we think
the ant is stupid, we generalize on a short sup
ply of facts. Many of the foremost minds in
natural science have turned their attention lately
to a study of the character, social conditions, and
habits of the ant. The result is the discovery
that, if he only had the spare time, the ant has
far better field for criticizing us than we for be
littling him. Except that the ant keeps slaves
he stands in the front rank in intelligence in this
nineteenth century, and we entertain the lively
hope that he may yet see the wisdom of emanci
pation, learn the high moral significance of the
doctrine of equal rights, and turn from ant slav
ery to anti-slavery, as it were.
We regret that the great minds which find so
much to admire in this diminutive creature have
not yet begun work upon his moral character.
Sir John Lubbock, it is true, has kept a number
in bottles, but civilization by the bottle is not
the true method. We have tried that on the
Indian and it is a failure. We ought to do bet
ter by the ant than by the Indian, for certainly
his case has received far more attention and of
a higher intellectual order. Hartford Courant.
THINGS TO MAKE A NOTE OF.
Spanish Cream. Beat the yolks of three eggs
with a half cup of granulated sugar; beat half
an ounce of isinglass in three pints of milk ; when
it is dissolved, and the milk risen to a boiling
point, stir them slowly into the yolks ; boil once
more, and then stir in the frothed whites. Pour
into moulds, and set away to cool. This is very
good the second day after it is made.
Mysterious Pudding. To make a delicious
pudding, follow this rule, but do not tell the
family of what the pudding is made until eaten :
One cup of molasses, one cup of suet chopped
fine, one of raw-grated potato, one cup of raw
grated carrot, one cup of fruit, either raisins or
English currants, a little salt and a pinch of soda.
Steam for three hours ; eat with sauce. The
grated potato makes the pudding light, and the
carrot helps to give it a rich, brown color.
Baked Apple Pudding. Six apples well
stewed, quarter of a pound of butter, half of it
stirred into the apple while hot ; add sugar to
taste ; when cold add six eggs, well beaten, to the
apple. Pound and sift crackers, butter your dish
and put a layer of crackers and a layer of pre
pared apple, and thus until you have filled your
dish: let the crackers be the upper layer and put
the remainder of your butter in small bits upon
it. Bake half an hour.
Mother's Brown Bread. Three pints of
corn meal, one pint of rye meal, one cup of mo
lasses, two cups of sour milk, one teaspoonful of
soda, one quart of warm water, one teaspoonful
of salt. Bake three hours in a moderate oven.
Lemon Jelly. Soak half a box of gelatine
in a cup and a half of warm water; when the
gelatine is dissolved, add a cup of sugar, the juice
of three lemons and a cup and a half of boiling
water; add the white of an egg, beaten light,
and the shell; let it come to a boil, strain into a
mold and set away to cool.
Dressing for Sandwiches. One half pound
of nice butter, two tablespoonfuls of mixed mus
tard, three tablespoonfuls of salad oil, a little red
or white pepper, a little salt, yolk of one egg ; rub
the butter to a cream, add the other ingredients
and mix thoroughly; set away to cool; spread
the bread with this mixture and put in the ham,
chopped fine.
Chocolate Icing. Take three cupfuls of
white sugar; pour on it just enough water to
moisten it; let it boil till perfectly clear; beat
the whites of three eggs very light and add to it
three ounces of grated chocolate; then pour on
it the boiling sugar and beat until cold. It is
much improved by adding two lumps of citric
acid dissolved in a teaspoonful of water and
mixed with the sugar.
Lemon Jelly Cake. Take two cups of
sugar, one-half cup of butter, one cup of milk,
three eggs, two teaspoonfuls of cream tartar, one
teasnoonful of soda, three cups of flour; mix,
and bake in fine thin layers. For the jelly,
grate the rind of three small or two large lemons,
and add the juice of the same with one cup of
sugar, one egg, one-half cup of water, one tea
spoonful of butter, one tablespoonful of flour;
mix with a little water, boil till it thickens ; then
w Vvof-opn the lavers of the cake. This is
a
great favorite witn us
week before needed.
It is better to make it a
It is wonderful how men change to a changed
heart ! Being ennobled ourselves we see noble
things, and loving find out love. Little touches
of courage, of goodness, of love in men, which
formerly looking for perfection we passed by,
now attract us like flowers beside a dusty high
way. We take them as keys to the character,
and door after door flies open to us. Stopfora
Brooke.
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