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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, MABCH 4, 1882.
BY ELLA WIIEEIiKtt.
If nil the ships I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me
Weighed down with gems and wealth untold,-
Ah well ! the harbor could not hold
So many sails as there would be
If all my ships came in from sea.
If half my ships came home from sea
And brought their precious freight to me,
Ah well ! I should have wealth as great
As any king who sits in state.
So rich the treasures that would be
In half my ships now out at sea.
If just one ship I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me,
Ah well ! the storm clouds then might frown;
For if the others all went down,
Still rich and proud and glad I'd be
If that one ship came back to me.
If that one ship went down at sea
And all the others came to me
Weighed down with gems and wealth untold,
With glory, honors, riches, gold,
The poorest soul on earth I'd be
If that one ship came not to me.
0 skies be calm ! O winds blow free !
Blow all my ships safe home to me.
But if thou sendest some a-wrack
To never more come sailing back,
Send any, all, that skim the sea,
But send my love-ship home to me.
A Perilous Ride.
Archibald Forbes, in Youth's Companion.
The Khyber Pass is that gorge through the
hill country of the Afrecdis which affords the
only thoroughfare between Cabul and Peshawur,
between Afghanistan and the Punjaub, or, to
speak yet more broadly, between Central India
Down its gloomy defile Alexander the Great
swooped into the broad plain to fight for the
passage of the Indus.
Nadir Shah descended it on that incursion, the
crowning spoil of which was the Peacock Throne
from the fair palace of the Great Mogul, whose
marble front is reflected in the clear waters of
In the year 1812, a British force numbering
sixteen thousand souls was exterminated in its
sullen glen; and I have stood on the Cabul gate
at Jellalabad, whereon the startled garrison
watched the halting approach of the sole fugitive
from that luckless host.
When in the early winter of 1S7S, war broke
out between the British power in India and
Shere Ali, the Ameer of Afghanistan, it was by
the Khyber Pass that the division under General
1 Sir Sam Browne marched on that invasion of the
mountain-kingdom on which Britain has squan
dered so many lives and so much gold.
It was Christmas tide. Sir Sam's force had
reached Jellalabad, about half-way between
Peshawur and Cabul, and was lying there, on
the garden-studded plain through which the
Kabul River meanders, till the spring sun should
melt the snows in the passes and on the mountains
, that intervene between Jellalabad and Cabul.
There were to be some three months of enforced
inactivity, and that period I had other schemes
ibr disposing of than in idling away the days in
.a region where, at that season, the temperature
.at night was below zero, that of noonday over
one hundred in the shade. Three of us. Lord
"William Beresford, Captain Onslow, and myself,
had made our plans for returning to India, and
were waiting only for the celebration of the
Christmas Festival in camp.
It was a merry feast we had in that great head
quarter tent up in this remote region, whither
everything had to be carried on camel-back. By
what scheming our indefatigable caterer a cap
tain in a Goorkha regiment had got together all
"ihe dainties, we did not venture to inquire ; we
simply wondered, consumed them, and drank his
health with the British equivalent for a " tiger."
After dinner in the headquarter tent, we all ad
journed to the open air camp-fire of a Hussar
regiment, where around the mighty blaze songs
and chornsses resounded from the fur-clad circle
It was not all merriment; occasionally the
strain was plaintive, and the stalwart troopers,
standing in a ring, shaded their bronzed faces
with, their hands, or gazed into the glowing
embers with wistful eyes, as the simple, pathetic
words carried their thoughts half across the
globe to the firesides around which sat the loved
ones at home.
Next morning by daybreak we were on the
road for Peshawur. It was not quite a holiday
trip, for Peshawur is some eighty miles from
Jellalabad, and the whole distance was studded
The lions in our path were not Afghans proper ;
as Sir Sam's force had marched up, they had all
fallen back in the direction of Cabul. But all
the rugged region between us and the plains was
infested by semi-independent tribes of hill-men,
who live mainly by plunder, and who, relentlessly
hostile to the British invasion, beset our line of
communications, and made short work of strag
glers and of detachments feeble enough for them
to venture on attacking.
Only the day before we started, the down
going mail escort had been surprised, two troop
ers killed, and the mails, containing poor Sir
Louis Cavagnari's dispatches to the Viceroy,
The same day, the servants of a chaplain,
journeying up toward the force, had been mas
sacred, and the clerical appurtenances, including
a full set of canonicals, had fallen a prey to the
upper Shinwarries, who must have wondered
exceedingly what they meant.
"We had been offered an escort, if we would
wait a few days ; but we were in a hurry, and
we held, if we three, with three trusty servants,
the whole of us well-mounted, could not take
care of ourselves, an escort of half-a-dozen troop
ers would not very materially contribute to that
"We three had our revolvers and swords. The
servants, who were natives of India, had their
tulwars a light sharp sword, with which the
native cavalry soldiers are almost exclusively
There were three posts held by our fellows
along the road, one at Dakha, one at Lundi
Khana, and one at Ali Musjid; and the work
cut out for us was to run the gauntlet between
In the cool morning sunshine, we jogged
quietly along, saving our horses for a gallop, if
necessity should arise. There was no danger on
the first few miles of plain country ; but beyond
Ali Boghan there is a narrow glen flanked by
precipices which rise into pinnacles; and here
we apprehended trouble.
As we approached the glen, we heard yells
from above. These attracted our attention to a
strange spectacle. Up against the sky-light, not
two hundred yards distant, and perched on the
loftiest pinnacle, a tall hill-man was dancing a
He was arrayed in the stolen canonicals of the
chaplain, put on rather mixedly, and he bran
dished in his hand some sheets of paper, which
we conjectured to be Cavagnari's looted dis
patches. The fellow, as he capered about on his pinna
cle, showered derisive epithets down upon us ;
and as our servants informed us, made contu
melious remarks concerning our matenal rela
tives, and expressed his intention of defiling
As we stood laughingly watching the fellow's
antics, my man had ridden into the gorge. Snd
denty we heard a couple of shots, and he came
back to us at a gallop, with the intelligence that
the hill-men held the debouche of the glen, and
that as he had come round a turn into their sight,
two of them had fired at him. He had seen four
Should we go back, or take our chance ? Ber
esford solved the question by putting spurs to his
horse, and on we went at a gallop, we three abreast,
the servants behind.
Fortunately the bed of the glen was fairly
smooth ; and a bend covered us from the party at
the debouch, till we were close on them.
With a shout we wheeled into view, sending
the spurs home. A spattering volley met us,
seven shots I reckoned ; Onslow counted eight ;
Beresford was too eager for a return shot with
his revolver to count at all.
We were on them before they had time to load
again. They tried to block our path with their
long jezails, and one fellow cut Onslow's boot-leg
with his knife. We rode down two, and I think
Beresford wounded one, but we did not stop to
A few shots followed us as we galloped on, but
there were no casualties, except a bullet through
a mess-tin on my servant's saddle.
All day long we rode through what may be
called a dribble of bullets. There were no more
lions actually in the path ; but from the rocks
overhanging our path, came shot after shot as we
rode along. We got used to the fusilade after a
while, and jogged along maintaining Our conver
sation. The night had almost fallen as we passed
through the terrifically grand canon through
which the Khyber stream cuts its way above the
rocky fortress of Ali Musjid. Here the naked
black crags all but meet overhead.
The only path is in the stony bed of the rivu
lets, whose very waters are poisonous. It is a
fearsome place ; but yet we were safer here than
in opener parts of the pass, for the precipices were
too abrupt to give foothold even to the nimble
We halted for the night at Ali Musjid, where
we found a regiment of cavalry, and a battery of
field-artillery "horsed" as a gunner put it by
elephants. These huge brutes were picketed by
chains in a long row just in front of the spare
tent -which was assigned to me as quarters for
About two a. m. a fearful din awoke me. The
hill-men were making a chapao, or night attack,
on us. It was not a very formidable affair, for
they never charged home; their object was to
stampede some horses and then capture them.
In this they did not succeed, but they stam
peded an elephant, which they did not seem to
care to capture. What with the firing and the
return firing, the horrible yells of the hill-men,
the alarm calls in our camp, and the bullets
whistling about them, the poor elephants became
almost unmanageable from fright, and all the
efforts of the mahouts standing at their heads
were put forth to soothe them.
I had turned out on awakening, but recogniz
ing that the affair had no seriousness, and real
izing, too, by the angry hum, that a good many
bullets were infesting the night air, I concluded
to turn in again, and let things take their chance
while I tried to go to sleep.
There had been a little lull, and I was just
dropping off, when I was suddenly startled by a
wild squeal right in front of my tent, followed
immediately by the sharp rattle of a chain, and
the loud "Kubber dhar!" (Take care) of a ma
hout. One of the elephants had got a ballet through
the ear, and the quick pain had maddened her
into breaking loose. I realized the trouble in a
dreamy kind of way, and was just rolling out of
the dhoolie in which I lay, when crash the
whole tent came down around me and flattened
I ran the narrowest chance of being flattened
out ever so much more. The elephant actually
slouched over me as I lay under the canvas folds,
and trod into splinters the dhoolie out of which
I had j ust rolled. I felt the pad of her great foot
brush my chest as I lay on my back. If she had
put it down there, I should not be writing this
In the morning we recommenced our ride. It
was less dangerous than on the previous day, be
cause we were nearing the plains and British ter
ritory, but, nevertheless, there came now and
then a dropping shot for the first few miles.
These had ceased, and we were congratulating
ourselves on our good fortune ; when suddenly
at a turn where the track crossed by a little ra
vine, Onslow uttered a low exclamation, and
pointed to a flat rock not a hundred yards on our
Yes, there lay there, undeniably, a squad of
h ill-men, watching us intently and silently, their
jezails in the hollow of their arms, ready for in
The road was too rough for speed. It would
have been as bad to turn back as it seemed to be
to go forward ; and so we moved on, all our eyes
on the hill-men, and ready for a dash the moment
we had cleared the narrow rocky bed of the cross
They did not fire, they did not move. Was it
an ambush, then? Just" as we were emerging
from the stream bed, lo ! under a rock on the left
of the road lay two more hill-men, and a third
who had been standing up, moved towards us,
and made as if to present a pistol at us.
Now, at last, as it seemed, we must fight. On
slow let drive at the man who had moved forward,
and missed him. But as the bullet sped, the man
fell on his knees, and wildly shouted,
"Sahib! Sahib! belatee pawnee! belatee pawn
ee ! " (Master, master, soda-water.)
Yes, the men in the road were natives bringing
basket-loads of soda-water up the pass, risking
their lives on the chance of a passing customer,
and with a final market at Ali Musjid. And the
detachment on the rock above were members of
a tribe who had been bribed into non-aggression
and into supplying small parties as picquets, to
guard the lower section of the pass.
STRIKING A LIGHT,
People who light their pipes, cigars, or lamps,
or kiudle their fires by the instantaneous ignition
of friction matches, have, unless they are old peo
ple, very little conception of the labor and tribu
lation attendant upon the same process fifty years
ago. Every well-regulated family at that time
was provided with a tin box of tinder, produced
by the combustion of rags, and a flint and steel,
and matches which had been dipped into brim
stone. When fire was wanted the flint and steel
and tinder were produced, and the tinder being
ignited by sparks precipitated from the steel by
means of the flint, a match was touched to the
burning mass, and being lighted, was applied to
some prepared kindlings and a fire thus produced,
the whole x)rocess occupying from five to fifteen
minutes, according to the skill or luck of the
operator. This was attended with so much labor,
and productive at times of the use of so many
naughty words on the part of the person operat
ing, that fire was generally kept all night.
This was done there were few stoves, and hard
coal had not come into very general use then
by covering the huge and blazing back-log in
the fire-place with ashes, and in the morning
there was generally found in its place a bed of
live coals, which, by the application of fresh
wood, and with the aid of the then universal
bellows, usually produced a blazing lire in from
fifteen minutes to half an hour. Sometimes,
however, from some cause the back-log would
be wholly consumed, leaving nothing but a bed
of ashes. In this case, particularly if there was
an absence of dry kindling in the house, some
member of the family must take the shovel, and
oftentimes, through the snow knee-deep, trudge
to the nearest neighbor's "after fire." Andome
times, indeed, the nearest neighbor's fire would
be out too, in which case the walk would have
to be extended till the fire was procured. The
live coals wrere borne home upon the shovel,
often carefully guarded with the hand to prevent
blowing off, placed between two brands, the bel
lows set vigorously at work, and the fire thus set
ablazing. In lighting a candle, a live coal was
taken tip with a pair of tongs and blown upon
with the mouth until a blaze was produced.
Pipes were lighted by placing a live coal upon
the tobacco, and cigars by holding the burning
coal to the end and puffing with all one's might.
The first improvement on this in New England
was the substitution of a bottle of phosphorus,
into which, the cork being removed, a brimstone
match was thrust, and being thus ignited the
bottle was quickly closed in order to retain the
strength of the liquid. This was such an eman
cipation from the thraldom of the tinder-box and
flint and steel and other inconveniences of the old
method that people rejoiced greatly, and believed
that the nejtlus ultra in this direction had been
reached, and every well-regulated family was
provided with its bottle of phosphorus, while
the flint and steel and tinder-box were laid aside
to be used only in case of emergency. This in
vention was known by the name of " loco-foco
matches." Directly, however, there was another
invention, that left the phosphorus bottle as
much in the shade as the other had the flint and
steel. This was the application of a preparation
of phosphorus and brimstone to the tips of
matches, which only required to be drawn be
tween the folded leaves of a piece of sand-paper
to produce a light, so that the smoker had only
to carry his matches in one vest pocket and his
folded sand-paper in the other to light his pipe
at any moment. These latter were known as
"Lucifer matches," as taking, it is presumed, of
the character of the scriptural " son of the morn
ing." But the spirit of invention was not satis
fied to stop here, and the result was the present
world-used friction matches, that alike serve all
people, and the making of which at the present
time, in all probability, consumes almost as
much wood as there was burned by the whole
United States for all the purposes of warming
and cooking a century ago. Providence Star.
OUR LOVED ONES GONE BEFORE,
They never quite leave us, our friends who have passed
Through the shadows of death to the sunlight above,
A thousand sweet memories are holding them fast
To the places they blessed with their presence and
The work which they left and the books which they
Speak mutely, though still with an eloquence rare,
And the songs that they sung, and dear words that they
Yet linger and sigh on the desolate air.
And oft when alone, and as oft in the throDg,
Or when evil allures us or sin draweth nigh,
A whisper comes gently, " Nay, do fiot the wrong,"
And we feel that our weakness is pitied on high.
In the dew-threaded morn and the opaline eve,
When the children are merry, or crimsoned with
We are comforted, even as lonely we grieve,
For the thoughts of their rapture forbid us to weep.
We toil at our tasks in the burden and heat
Of life's passionate noon. They are folded in peace.
It is well. We rejoice that their heaven is sweet,
And one day for us all the bitter will cease.
We, too, will go home o'er the river of rest,
As the strong and the lovely before us have gone.
Our sun will go down in the beautiful west,
To rise in the glory that circles the throne.
Until then we are bound by our love and our faith
To the saints who are walking in Paradise fair;
They have passed beyond sight, at the touching of
But they live, like ourselves, in God's infinite care.
THE OLD-FASHIONED BANKER.
The old-fashioned banker, we read in London
Society, used to go to his office so punctually that
you might set a elock by him. When he dined
at the club or hostel he used to observe the man
ners of his customers, and, if he thought them
extravagant, he showed them little mercy in
"the shop" or the "sweating-room." He would
stay in the office till the accounts were balanced;
and we have known of clerks being kept up for
hours until the error of a penny could be recti
fied. Old Simeon, of Cambridge, gave a man
20 to detect the error of a penny in his accounts.
The old-fashioned bankers were the men who
kept up to the last the powder and pig-tail, the
top-boots, and knee-breeches. The half-holiday
was an institution totally unknown.
The country bankers sent up to town heavy
parcels by Pickford's van, a guard with a blun
derbuss keeping watch over them. In those days
of expensive postage itwTas a great object to send
letters by private hands. A Manchester bank
calculated that it saved the pay of two clerks
by this system. If any of their customers were
found to have booked places at the coach offices
it was soon arranged that they should take let
ters to town. Sir Eowland Hill's innovations
have nowhere been more efficacious than in the
province of banking. The banker in old times
never concerned himself with literature. He
would be regarded as going to professional per
dition. He would be looked upon as the Cam
bridge candidate for honors who falls in love or
betakes himself to poetry.
"When the news came to Lord Chief Justice
Ellenborough that a young banker named Rogers
had just published a poem on "The Pleasures of
Memory," he exclaimed, "If old Gozzy" allud
ing to the respective head of the firm with which
he was banking " ever so much as says a good
thing, let alone writing, I will close my account
with him the next morning." An absurd story
is told of an old banker, of a single pint of
porter being invariably placed at the bottom of
his staircase for his laundress. In course of time
the pint was exchanged for a pot. A customer
forthwith remonstrated with him : "I must say,
sir, that if you go on doubling your expenditures
at that rate, it may be time for your customers
to look after their balances."
A dispute from a singular cause took place at
the office of a banker in the Chaussee d'Antin.
Mr. Benjamin F , the cashier, who has filled
that office for the last twenty-five years, was at
his post, when a collecting clerk named Pierre
Doulley presented himself with a draft for 10,000
francs, drawn by a London banker. The notes
were counted out and the man left the place. In
a few hours after Doulley returned, and, address
ing himself to the cashier, said :
"There is a little mistake between us: there is
a difference of 1,000 francs in our account."
" I never make mistakes," replied the cashier,
indignantly ; "for twenty-five years my balance
has always been correct to a sou."
" But the error," said Doulley. "is against your
self, as you have given me 1,000 francs too much:
I am as honest a man as you are I have been em
ployed as collecting clerk for thirty-five years in
the same house. There is your note, I will not
"Insolent fellow!" cried the cashier; "do you
dare to insult me ? I will not take your note.
I regard any man as an enemy who wishes to
prove to my employer that I am capable of mak
ing a mistake. Take the note, or I will turn you
out of the place."
Pierre Doulley was not to be thus repelled, and
from words the parties came to blows ; but the
clerks of the house hastened to separate them.
The cashier not wishing to avow an error, which
he would have regarded as a stain on his long
established reputation for correctness, was fain to
put up with the loss of the note ; and Pierre Doul
ley carried the 1,000 franc note to the Mayor of
his arondissement, to be distributed among the
SOME NEW GEOGRAPHY.
" Of what is the surface of the earth compos
ed?" " Of corner lots, mighty poor roads, railroad
tracks, base-ball grounds, cricket fields, and skat
" What portion of the globe is water ? "
"About three-fourths. Sometimes they add
a little gin and nutmeg to it."
"What is a town?"
" A town is a considerable collection of houses
and inhabitants, with four or five men who ' run
the party ' and lend money at 15 per cent inter
est." "What is a city?"
" A city is an incorporated town, with a Mayor
who believes that the whole world shakes when
he happens to fall flat on a cross-walk."
" What is commerce ? "
" Borrowing $5 for a day or two and dodging
the lender for a year or two."
" Name the different races."
" Horse race, boat race, bycicle race, and racing
around to find a man to endorse your note."
" Into how many classes is mankind di
vided?" " Six; being enlighted, civilized, half civilized,
savage, too utter, not worth a cent, and Indian
"What nations are called enlightened?"
" Those which have had the most wars and
the worst laws and produced the worst crimi
nals." " How many motions has the earth ? "
" That's according to how you mix your drinks
and which way you go home."
"What is the earth's axis? "
"The lines passing between New York and
" What causes day and night ? "
" Day is caused by night getting tired out.
Night is caused by everybody taking the street
car and going home to supper."
" What is a map ? "
"A map is a drawing to show the jury where
Smith stood when Jones gave him a lift under
" What is a mariner's compass ? "
"A jug holding four gallons." Detroit Free
We have long warned the American people to
eschew the wear of celluloid collars and cuffs as
perilous articles of dress. The police of Berlin
after careful analysis, now declare them to be
so charged with oxide of lead and camphor as to
cause danger of blood poisoning. They are also
pronounced objectionable because of their in
flammable character. Insurance Times.
Celluloid is now being used in the manufacture
of artificial eyes. The material is lighter than
glass, and the non-iriable quality renders it far
more trustworthy in emergencies. Exchange.
AN ARKANSAS PECULIARITY.
There is a politeness, a kind of cordiality, in
Arkansas that you will not find in many
other states. Now, "Colonel" is a title of
politeness. In Little Rock when " Colonel " is
introduced to you, you at once know that the
gentleman is perfectly willing to go with vou
and take a drink. When " General " is intro
duced, you know that he is willing to take sev
eral drinks. " Captain is less fortunate ; you
only owe him a nickel cigar. A characteristic
of western people is their forgetfulness of proper
names. In this city hundreds of people who
associate together daily only know each other
by titles. Yesterday a gentleman approached a
group of " standers around," and, extending his
hand, began to receive congratulations.
" Wnvj Colonel," he said to one man, shaking
his hand heartily, " I am overjoyed at seeing
you. How is your health ? "
"First rate, Colonel. I am delighted to see
you. Why, sir, I was saying yesterday that I
had rather see you than any man in the State.
Excuse me a moment. Say," he added, turning
to an acquaintance and drawing him aside,
" who is that man ? He seems to be well ac
quainted with me, but blamed if I know him
from Adam's off ox ! "
" You ought to know him. He is your law
partner, and only left the city yesterday to at
tend court in a neighboring town. Little Pock
A JUDGE OF TOBACCO.
Peter Eay, the oldest employee in Lorillard's
tobacco factory in Jersey City, died on Saturday
evening at his home, 192 South Second street,
Williamsburg. He was a mulatto, and had
served the Lorillards during four generations of
that family. He was first employed in 1789 by
the grandfather of the present senior member of
He was an athlete, and it is said that once in a
friendly wrestling match between the old Hugue
not founder of the house, who was an admirer of
feats of strength, and the colored man, the latter
got the best of the encounter. He was promoted
step by step until he became the superintendent
of the snuff factory, which position he held until
a few weeks before his death. He said he was
107 years old. He was able to attend to his busi
ness almost to the end of his life. His property,
real and personal, is estimated at from $50,000 to
$100,000. It was claimed for him that he was
the best judge of cut tobacco living, and that he
could tell in a moment the particular district
that had grown any sample shown to him. He
had not been well for some time, but his death
was caused by old age. jYeic York Sun.
THINGS TO MAKE A NOTE OF.
Suet Pudding. One cup of milk, two of suet
(scanted) chopped fine, three of flour, one cup of
seeded raisins (chop part of them), one teaspoon
fill of cloves, one of cinnamon, a little nutmeg,
one teaspoonful of soda. Steam three hours.
The longer they are cooked the better they are.
Sauce. One cup of sugar, one-half cup of
butter, one egg beaten to a stiff froth, one-half
cup of boiling wine.
Steamed Pudding. One cup of sweet milk,
two eggs, two tablespbonfuls of melted butter,
one-half cup of sugar, one pint of flour, two tea
spoonfuls of baking powder. Steam one-half
hour. It is nice with a cup of raisins added to it.
Chocolate Pudding. One pint of grated
bread crumbs, one quart of scalded milk, seven
tablespoonfuls of grated chocolate, the yelks of
five eggs added to the bread and milk, butter
the size of a walnut, sweeten to the taste, bake
thirty-five minutes. Whites of five eggs beaten,
one teacupful of sugar. Mix and spread on the
pudding. Bake a few minutes.
Steamed Corn Bread. Three cups of corn
meal, one cup of flour, two cups of sweet milk,
one cup of sour milk, one cup of molasses, one
teaspoonful of soda, su little salt. Steam three
hours and bake one-half hour.
Hickory-Nut Cake. One and one-half cup
of sugar, one-half cup of butter, three-fourths of
a cup of sweet milk, two cups of floxr, two tea
spoonfuls of baking powder, whites of four eggs,
one and one half cup of chopped nuts.
Delicate Cake. Whites of three eggs, one
cup of sugar, one-third of a cup of butter, one-and-one-half
cup of flour, one-half cup of milk,
two teaspoonfuls of baking-powder.
Snow Cake. One-and-one-half cup of pow
dered sugar, one cup of flour, whites of eight
eggs, three-fourths of a teaspoonful of cream-of-tartar.
-This is just as good as the "Angel's
Food " so much spoken about lately, and much
Molasses Drop Cake. One cup of butter,
three teacups of molasses, three eggs, one teacup
of sour milk, one tablespoonfnl of soda. Stir
quite stiff and drop on tins. Bake one to try,
for they are not good if too stiff, If right, and
eaten warm, they are splendid.
Angel's Food. Take the whites of eleven
eggs, a tumblerful-and-a-half of granulated su
gar, one tumblerful of flour, one teaspoonful of
vanilla, one teaspoonful of cream-of-tartar; sift
the flour four times, then add the cream-of-tartar
and sift again, but have the right measure before
adding the cream-of-tartar; sift the sugar and
measure. Beat the eggs to a stiff froth ; on the
same dish add sugar, then the flour very gently,
then the vanilla; do not stop beating until you
put in the pan to bake. Bake forty minutes in
a moderate oven. Try with a straw and if too
soft let it remain a few minutes longer. Turn
the pan upside down to cool. Use a pan that
has never been greased. The tumbler to hold
two and one-fourth gills. To be cut with a sharp