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THE NATIONAL TEIMJNE: WA&HINGTUS'i T. C, APPJX. 8, "1SS2.
THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD.
This is ho Arsenal. From floor to ceilinjj, ,
Like ft lniRe orjjan, rise the burnished arms;
But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing
Startles the villages with fetraiiRe alarms.
Ah! vrhnt ft sound will rise, how wild and dreary,
When the death-anpel touches Uiomj swift keys!
What loud lament and dismal Miserere
Will mingle with their awful symphonies!
I heir even now the infinite fierec cloru,
Tlir cries of agony, the einlies gioan.
Which, throiifrh the ngos that have gone before us,
In long reverberations reach our own.
On helm ami harnega ringa the Saxon hammer,
Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's
And lou. amid the universal clamor.
O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong.
I. hear the Florentine, who from his palace,
Wheels out his battle-bell with dreadful din,
And Aztec priests u"pon their tcocnIHs,
Heat the wild war-drums made of serpents' skin;
The tumult of each sacked and burning village:
The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns;
Thetoldiers' revels m the midst of pillage;
The wail of famine in be'engurcd towns;
JXbo burst of shell, the gateway wrenched asunder;
The rattling musketry, the clashing blade;
And ever and snon. in tones of thunder,
The diapason of the cannonade.
Is it, 0 man, with' such discordant noises,
With such necursed instruments as these
Thou drownest Nature's fcwect and kindly voice,
And jarrest the celestial harmonies?
Were half the power that fills the world with terror.
Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps nnd
Given to redeem the human mind from error,
There were no need of arsenals or forts.
Down the dark future, through long generations,
The echoing sounds grow fainter nnd then ecaso;
And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations,
I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace!"
Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals
The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies!
But beautiful as songs of the immortals,
The holy melodies of love arise. Longfellow.
Principal and Interest.
"Oh, mother, mother, I am so tired! "
"Cheer up, my child, we have not very far
to go. Come closer, let me brush the dew
from your curls. Now take my hand."
But the child hung hack, sobbing with
wk arm ess and exhaustion, and the pale young
mother, bending over her in the vain attempt
to bog the the hysterical excitement, did not
hear the rumble of advancing wheels until
they passed close to her and a rough, hearty
""What ails the little girl? Ain't sick, is
Mary Ellsw.orth had never seen Farmer
Eaynesford before; yet the moment her eyes
rested on his wrmkled, sun-burned face, with
the shaggy brows overshadowing kind eyes,
she felt that he was a friend, and made an
"Not sick, sir, but Yery tired. "We have
walked a long way."
"Got much farther to go?" asked the
farmer, tickling his horse's ear with the end
of his whip.
Mr. Eaynesford gave a low whistle.
"That's four miles off, andthe little gal is
pretty nigh used up a'ready."
" I know it," said the woman, with a sigh,
" but I have no money to hire a lodging
nearer. In Breckton I liope to obtain work
in the factory."
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat of his
wav-on a thump with his whip-handle that
made old Bonny drop the mouthful of clover
Avas nibbling from the roadside and prick
r his ears in astonishment.
" I won't hear of no such thing!" said he,
energetically. "Why, that child can't go
t v.vniy rods farther ! Here, get iu along with
mc You won't be none the worse for a bit
of supper and a good night's rest. I know
Hannah'll scold," he muttered, as he lifted
the little girl to his side and extended his
hand to the mother; "but I can't see folks
perMiin' by the waj'sidc and never offer to
help 'em. I don't care if she scolds the roof
of the house off."
He drove rapidly along, making occasional
interjectional remarks to his horse, while Mrs.
Ellsworth drew her thin shawl around the
little golden head that already drooped drow
sily upon her shoulder, and thought with a
deep sensation of gratitude upon the shelter
Heaven had provided her in her sorest strait.
It was an odd-shaped old farm-house, gray
with the ntorms of nearly half a century, with
a broad door in one side, overhung by giant
lilac bushes, and a kitchen where even in the
bloomy month of June a great fire roared up
the wide-throated chimney, and shining rows
of tins winked and glitteied at every upward
leap of the flames.
Mr. Raynesfori jumped out of the wagon,
threw the reins over a post, and went in to
conciliate his domestic despot.
"Look here, Hannah," said he, to a tall,
angular-looking female who emerged from a
pantry near by, her face nearly or quite as
sour as the saucer of pickles she was carrying.
"Jest set a couple more plates on the table,
will you ? I've brought home a woman and
a little gal I found a piece below, e'en a most
tired to death. They was calculatin' to walk
on to Breckton, but I thought it wouldn't
hurt us to keep 'em over night."
"I'm astonished at you, Job Raynesford,"
said his better half, in a tone of indignant
remonstrance. " We might just as well hang
out a tavern sign at once and done with it;
you're always briuuing home some poor, mis
erable creetur or other and "
"There, there, Hannah," inlerrupted Mr.
Raynesford, "I'm always willin' to hear to
you when you're anyway reasonable, but it
goes clear ag'in my grain to see poor folks a
Bufferin' and never stretch out a hclpin' hand.
Taint Scriptur nor 'taint human natur'."
" Well, go your own gait, Job Raynesford,"
responded his wife, tartly. " Only mark my
word, if you don't end your days in the
poorhouse, 'twont be through no fault 'o
She shut the pantry door with a bang that
made all the jelly-cups and milk-pans rattle,
while Job, with an odd grimace, went out to
help his guests to alight,
"Don't mind my old woman," said he
apologetically, as Mrs. Ellsworth sprang to
the ground. "She's kind 'o sharp spoken,
but she means well after all. We ain't all
just alike in our notions, you know."
"If all the world Avere like you, sir," said
the young widow, with tears in her eyes,
" there would be less want and suffering, by
Farmer Raynesford pretended not to hear;
he was busy lifting little Mary out
"Set on them blackberries, naunah," said
he toward the close of their evening meal.
"The little gal's so tired she can't eat nothin'
" I was calculating to keep them blackber
ries 'for the donation party, to-morrow," said
Mrs. Raynesford, rising with rather au un
"Nonsense!" quoth the farmer, with a
broad laugh. " I'm having a donation party
of my own to-night. Here, little one, bee if
thoe berries don't put some color into your
All the evening littlo -Mary sat by the
hearth with her bauds in her mother's and
her larjje blue eyes fixed earnestly upon the
kind farmers face.
"What are you thinking about, dearest?"
asked Mrs. Ellsworth once. She drew a long
sigh, and whispered :
"Oh, mamma, ho is so kind to us!"
When Mary Ellsworth and her little girl
sot out next morning upon their long walk
to Brrckion, JobRiyiiesford went with them
to the rate, fumbling uneasily in his pocket,
and glancing guiltily around to make sure
that Hannah was not within seeing distance.
When Mary extended her hand to fray good
bye, to her astonishment, a bank bill was
ihrnst iu:o i.
"Don't say nothin'," muttered Job, with a
sheepish air. " Ton dol lars ain't much to me,
and if you don't chance to get work in the
factory right awav, ii may be a good deal o'
usrt to you. Needn't (hank me you're as
welcome as flowers in May!"
He bent over to kiss the child's fair fore
head, and stood watching them until the two
slight figures disappeared, and oidy the
golden sky and the moving crests of summer
"Ten dollars!" ejaculated Mrs. Raynes
ford, who had witnessed this little episode
from behind the curtains of her milk-rcom
window. "Is Job Raynesford crazy! To
give ten dollars to a poor, strolling vagrant !
If lie don't get a piece of my mind"
And she hastened out, her cap border fairly
standing on end with horror. Job awaited
the coming tempest with philosophic coolness,
his hands in his pockets, and his lips parted
in a good-natured smile. It was not the
first piece of Mrs. Hannah's "mind " that had
been bestowed upon him, nor did he suppose
it was likely to be the last.
"She means well," he said to himself,
when the volley of wrath had been discharged
on his luckless head, and Mrs. Raynesford
had returned to her butter-making, "but
she's got the greatest faculties for scolding
of any woman I ever saw! "
The years flitted by, sprinkling the steep
old farm-house with costal drops of April
showers, and thatching it with the dazzling
ermine of January snows, many and many a
time. Gray hairs crept in among the raven
locks of Farmer Raynesford, the care-worn
wrinkles began to gather around his mouth
and brow. Alas! those swifr-footed years
brought troubles innumerable to the kind
"Twenty years!" mused he, one bright
June morning, " it don't seem possible, Han
nah, that it was twenty years ago this very
day that I caught that ugly fall from the
hay-raek, and got lame for life."
He looked down at the crutches by his
side as he spoke, and sighed from the very
bottom of his heart.
Hannah stood in tho doorway, tossing corn
to a forlorn little colony of chickens. Twenty
years had not improved her in any respect
she was gauntier, bonier and more vinegar
faced than ever. " -!
"Yes," said she, slowly, "and perhaps you
don'c remember that it-was j ust twenty years
ago to-day that you threw ten dollars away
on that woman and her' child. I told you
that you'd cud your days in the poorhouse,
and I don't see but what my prediction is
likely to come true. Didu'tl say you would,
live to repent it?"
"I won't deny, nannah," said the old man,
"but that I've done a good many things I've
been sorry for we ain't none of us perfect,
you know, wife but that is not one of them.
No, I never for a moment repented being
Kind to the widow and fatherless."
Hannah shrugged her shoulders but made
"Didn't you say you were going np to sec
the rich lawyer about the five thousand
dollars to-day?" she asked, presently.
"Yes, but I don't suppose it'll be much
use. If he'd wait a little, I'd do my best to
please him. Jones says he'll bo sure to sell
the old place from over our heads, however;
they tell me he's a hard man. I mean to
explain to him just how the matter stands
"I told you how it would bo long ago!"
ejaculated Hannah, unable to restrain her
vexation. "What, on earth ever possessed
you to sign for Jesse Fail weather?"
""Is'po-ed he was an honest man, and I
wouldn't see an old friend wronged."
"Fiddlesticks!" exclaimed Mrs. Raynes
ford. "That's just your calculation, Job!
There Zelce has brought tho wagon; do
start off, or you'll be too late for tho York
And Job meekly obeyed, only too happy
to escape from the endless discoid of his
wife's rolling loinme.
The rays of the noonday sun streamed
brightly through the stained glass easements
of Mr. Everleieh't. Gothic library. The room
was decorated with appurtenances of wealth
and taste. Velvet cbairs, with tali backs
of daintily carved rosewood, were scattcicd
here aud there; marble vases occupied
niches bctido the doorway, and the rarest
pictures hung on the panelled and glided
wall. But tho prettiest object of all the
one which the rich lawyer olt-nest raised
his 03es from the writing to contemrriate
with au involuntary smile of pride and affec
tion was-a lovely woman in a white cash
mere morning robe, trimmed with velvet
who stood opposite arranging flowers in a
bouquet. She wore a spray of berries, carved
of iink Neapolitan coral, at her throat, and
tiny pendants of the same rare stone in her
shell-like ears, and the slender waist was
tied around with a pink ribbon.
"There, Walter, isn't that pretty?" sho
asked, holding up her completed bouquet
"Very pretty," he answorcd, looking not
at the roses or geraniums, but directly at the
blue eyes and golden curls of his beautiful
"You are not even noticing it," she pouted.
"Because I see something so much better
worth looking at," he said, playfully.
" Do you really love me so very much?"
she asked, throwing down the flowers, and
coining around to his side.
Ho rose and drew her carelessly toward
" My dearest, you are more precions to mo
than the whole world besides!"
She let her head rest for a moment on his
shoulder, and when she raised it there was
a tear ou her eyelashes.
"Oh, Walter, if mamma could only see
how happy we are ! "
There was a knock At the door. Mrs.
Everleigh slipped from her husband's arm
with the prettiest blush in the world, and
wag very busy with her flowers when the
rich lawyer's "righ-hand man" put his
grizzled head into the room.
" The old man wants to sec you about that
"Show him. in. Don't look so disap
pointed, love," he said, as the grizzled head
disappeared. "I shall not be detained three
minutes, and the horses are at tho dooi."
Mary Everleigh never troubled her pretty
little head about business matters, so she
never looked up as the halting sound of old
Mr. Raynesford crutch echoed ou the carpet.
But the instant he spoke she started as if au
arrow had smitten her, aud her tender hands
clasped together, listening as intently as
though her life depended on hearing every,
word. The old man was pleading and sor
rowful her husband politely inflexible.
At length Job Raynesford turned to go.
"Weil, sir," he said, in a subdued tone,
" I don't know much' about law and law
bcoks, but it does seem hard that au old man
should be turned out of the home that has
sheltered him for sixty years, and all for no
fault of his own. They say you -are a very
rich gentleman, sir five thousand dollars
may seem a small sum to you, but it is my
Mrs. Everlcigh's soft voice broke the mo
mentary silence that succeeded this appeal.
"Walter, come here one minute I want
to speak to you."
He obeyed, somewhat surprised; she drew
him into a deep recess of stained glass win
dow, and standing there with the rosy and
amber shadows playing about her lovely
brow, like some fair-pictured saint, she told
him how tweuty years ago a wearied child
and its mother were fed and sheltered by a
kind-hearted stranger; how he had given
them money and kind wishes, when they
were utterly alone and desolate in the wide
"But, my love, what has all this to do with
my business matters?"
"Much, Walter! I am that little child!"
"You, my dearest?"
"I, my husband, and the noble man who,
I am persuaded, saved my life that night,
stands yonder, with gray, bowed head and
"Mary, you must surely be mistaken."
"I cannot be mistaken, Walter. I should
know him among a thousand. You said you
loved me, this morning now grant me one
"What is it, dearest?"
" Give mc that note he spoko of."
Mr. Evcrk-igh silently went to a small
ebony cabinet, unlocked it, and drew out a
folded paper, which he plaeed in her hands.
She glided up to the old man, who had been
gazing out of a window in a sort of reverie,
and laid her soft hand on his arm.
"Do you remember the little golden-haired
Mary whom you found with her mother,
wearied out on the roadside, twenty years
"Dol remember her, lady? It was but
this very morning I was recalling the whole
"And ilon't, vnn rppnni'f -mf9" 1 J.l
smiling up into his face, as sho dre ;, ,.
the diooping curls. "I am little Mar
He stood in bewildered silence. A)
sudden the truth seemed to break upc .
aud he laid Iris baud upon her head v i
"Aud your mother, my child?"
"She has been dead for years; but
my dearest task to be the instrument '
my husband has given it to me. See!'
A small lamp av.is burning in one of tho
niches: she held the bit of paper over the
flame until it fella cloud of light ashes upon
Mrs. Rainsford met he husband at the
door at the instant his crutches sounded on
the little gravelled path.
" Why don't you speak ? Of course I know
you've nothing but bad news to tell, but I
may as well hear it at once. Have you seen
the gentleman ? What did he say ? "
"Hannah," said old Job Raynesford, slowly
folding uj his gloves, do you remember that
ten dollars 1 gave that poor young wanderer
a score of years ago to-day ? "
" Why, of course I do. Didn't I remind
yon of it not twelve hours ago ? What has
that to do with our troubles, pray?"
"Just this to-day I received payment,
principal and interest!"
"What do you mean, Job Raynesford?
."The little golden-baited child that sat
beside our hearthstone that June evening is
Lawyer Evcrleigh's wife, and I have en
her burn the note that has hung liko a
millstone around my neck for many years.
She said it was but paying a sacred debt of
gratitude; but heaven knows I looked for
no such rcwaul."
There was a moment's silence. The old
man was pondering over the past, and Mrs.
Raynesford was so taken by surprise, that
she really could not speak.
"And now, wife, what have you to say
about my financial mistakes?" said Job,
Mrs. Raynesford had no argument suited
to the emergencies of the ca.se, and she wisely
said nothing. t
MARRIED FOLKS WOULD BE HAPPIER
Jf homo trials were never told to neigh
bors. If they kiBscd and made up after every
If household expenses were proportioned
If they tried to bo ngrceablo as in conrt
If each would try and bo a support and
comfort to each other.
If each remembered the other was a
human being, not an angel.
If women were so kind to their husbands
as they are to their lovers.
If fuel and provisions wero laid up in the
high tide of summer.
If both parties remembered that they
were married for worse as well as for better.
If men were as thoughtful of their wives
as they are of tiieir sweethearts.
If there were fewer silk and velver street
costumes and more plain, tidy house
If there wero fewer "please darlings"
in public and more common manners in
If wives aud husbands would take some
pleasure as they go along, and not degen
erate into mere toiling machines. Recrea
tion is necessary to keep the heart in its
place, and to get along without it is a big
mistake. Sunday Courier.
A MAN WITH TWENTY SONS.
Thrc is a gentleman here named John
Gallagher, whose father was in the hat busi
ness from 1S12 to 1832, when he died. In
1S27 there camo into old Mr. Gallagher's hat
store a man who asked to look at a cap. He
was shown a number of caps, and, selecting
one that suited, he stated thai he would take
four of them. The hatter was somewhat as
tonished to hear the man ask for four caps
at once, especially as he said he wanted them
all the same size.
"Have you four sons of one size?" asked
"Yes, sir, I have, and I've got sixteen
others besides," answered the man. The
man wont out and shortly returned, chasing
ifato the store a drove of boys. that looked
like the famous staircase band you might
see iu the theatre, if you ever visited such a
" Hyar they be, mister. These be my boys,
" Well, well, well, I never! Doesn't that
beat all!" ejaculated the old hatter, as he
gazed in wonder at the group of gaukling
young fellows who stood there in all sorts of
awkward attitudes, some staring about in an
absent sort of way, others giggling like school
girls, and the rest getting all tangled up with
each other in endeavoring to keep from tramp
ing on tho boxes and oilcloth malting on the
floor. "This 'ere's Thomas Dittimus," said
the happy father, dragging forth the oldest
of the gang. "He's the first born, and a
mighty good boy ho is, too. ne's about
thirty-five years old."
He was speedily suited with a cap and
told to stand aside. " This hyar one," said
the old stock-raiser, " is the next oldest. His
name is Christopher Holmes. "Step out
here, Peter Malander," commanded the
owner of the bunch of boys. At this a fhird
young man ambled out in front of the de
lighted hatter, who enjoyed the experience
beyond description. "Hyar's another black
eyed boy," remarked the boy-builder. "You
sec every other one is blue-eyed and the rest
is blade -eyed, so far, and this helps to keep
the run of them if you understand the sys
tem." The introductions kept on, and the boys
were all fitted with a cap each, free of cost,
by tho good-natured hatter. The father
stated that there were no twins in the party,
and that they wero all the offspring of one
wife. Tiierc was about a year's difference
in their respective ages, the youngest being
about twelve. Relative to keeping the run
of tho family, tho old man stated that his
wife, the mother of the bf ys, knew them
better than he did, a great ueal that is, she
could call off their names and ages without
having to stop and think, like he did at
"What do you propose to do with your
boys?" inquired the hatter.
"Make farmers of 'em. We're just travel
ing through hyar now on our way to settle
somewhat, but we don't exactly know whar."
THE MAN WHO WAS WARNED.
During the uncertain days following the
close of the war there were certain localities
where a man who had a grudge against a
neighbor got rid of him by writing him an
anonymous letter warning him to leave the
State inside of ten days, or prepare to fill a
grave over which no oue would feel partic
ularly interested in keeping the grass green.
One day Colonel Blank, who had removed to
Arkansas from Southern Michigan, and was
attending strictly to business, received such
a missive. It was the rule to turn as pale
as death, rush home and pack up, sell feut
for nothing, and skcdadlo on the wings of
chain lightning ; but the colonel didn't fol
low it. It struck him that ho knew the
hand-writing, and he went home, buckled
on a knife and a revolver, and took a ride of
three miles in to the country. He dismount
ed at the cabin of a long-haired, long-legged
old swamp owl. named Patterson, who was
in the back yard mending a harness. He
approached him to within three feet, and
after they had seated and disenssed the
weather, the Michigander remarked :
"Patterson, I have got to leave Arkansas."
"Shoo! anything wrong?"
"I've been warned away."
"You don't say?"
" Yes, I've beeu given five days to leave
"And you calkerlate you'll go?"
" Yes, or I'll have to bo waylaid or hung
"Yes, I reckon that's so," chuckled the old
"But I want to take something with mc
to remember Arkansas by," continued the
colonel, "and I came out hereafter your
"Sit still old man, or I'll bore you through.
That's it up with your hands ! If 1 go back
to Michigan and tell 'em I was warned out
of Arkansas, aud that I got up and dusted
without firing a shot, they'll call me a cow
ard. 1 f I carry your scalp back I'vo got
something (o show for the two 3'eais I've
put in here and the $0,000 I've laid out. Old
man, if you know the Loid's prayer you'd
better repeat it quick, for I'm in a dreadful
hurry to get back."
"Say kurnel, don't you liko the country
down here?" asked Patterson.
"Is the climate all right?"
"Chance to make money?"
"Then, knrnol, don't go back! I don't
keer two cents about my scalp; somehow
I've got attached to you, and it'll rip up all
my lender feelings to see you go! Let my
old scalp-lock stay right whar' she is, and
you stay right whar' you bo, and if any of
the boys look cross-eyed at you fur tho next
ten years, I'm a kyotte if I don't drive 'em
into Mexico or make 'em lose 'emselves iu
The colonel is down there yet, nnd old
Patterson never meets him without anxious
ly inquiring if he's got over being home-sick
yet. Detroit Free Press.
SCENES AT THE NEW YORK MORGUE.
No fewer than twenty unclaimed dead
bodies lay in the New York Morgue on a
single afternoon recently. Those that are
found by the police are kept for several days,
and if no one calls to claim them they are
interred in Potter's Field. Such as have
died in the city hospitals without friends
have a small white card nailed at the foot of
their coffins containing whatever particulars
could be ascertained regarding them. There
arc ovr places in the great city where sadder
scenes are visible than at this rarely tenant
less receptacle for tho friendless and home
FRESH FASHION FANCIES.
Watered silk parasols will be used for full
Walking umbrellas have medium and
Bayadere stripes appear on many new
Full apron skirts, looped very high on the
hips, have beeu revived.
Spanish lace trims the handsomest para
sols and coaching umbrellas.
Gilded paragon frames are placed over the
linings of dressy parasols.
Greyhound blue or gray will be a favorite
color for traveling and utility suits.
Fine carving appears on the wood handles
of dressy parasols aud coaching umbrellas.
New parasols and umbrellas have handles
of tho wood of tho natural stick, knobbed,
crutched, and hooked.
V-shaped waistcoats, the V terminating at
the waist line, is a feature in handsome
spring walking jackets.
Bouquets of roses and 'other large flowers
and large bows of ribbons adorn the tops of
Cashmere serges in broad stripes, and with
raw silk broche effects in borders and de
signs, are late novelties.
Shrimp pink, water blue, and pale copper
colored silks line many parasols, the gilded
paragon ribs showing over the lining.
Dress skirts are wider this season. They
measure two and a half yards around at the
bottom- The draperies are more bouffant
and elaborate than last season.
Among the handsomest sash ribbons are
those of faille, very wide, rich tinted, cream
and white grounds, on which are vari-colored
flowers in cheno effects.
When the Y-shaped waistcoats appear in
walking jackets, they are fastened with a
double row of bright silver or gilt bullet
shaped buttons, but the lower part of the
basque fastens with large, flat, round gilt or
White mull dresses made up over rose and
pale blue silesia, and trimmed with a profu
sion of Moresque lace, will be the toilets for
evening wear at watering places and sum
mer resorts during the heated term, at the
height of the season.
The manner in which the sateens are made
up with many flounces, full tabliers, and
panier draperies, much shirring, and two
materials, one plain, the other figured, makes
them as dressy and effective as silk toilets.
They are only a trifle less expensive.
To meet the demand of many the manu
facturers are bringing ottt a limited quantity
of printed lawns. These lawns are of very
soft finish, without starch, and look like
mulls. The figures are large and small
polka dots, and flower and figure designs
resembling those on the foulards, sateens,
The embroidery on some of the cashmeres
for evening costumes is in large applique
designs with open spaces, in which is sus
pended a small tufted ball of zephyr wool.
The same kind of balls adorn the edges of
the embroidery. Both selvages are thus em
broidered, one with a wide and the other
with a narrow band of this kind of work.
The Century for April is, as usual, full of good
things. A portrait of Matthew Arnold, en
graved by Ivingsley, forms the frontippiece, and
Andrew Lang contributes a memoir, "Tunis
and its Bey," handsomely illustrated, which is
a timely contribution to the literature of the
" dark continent," in view of the. French mili
tary operations in that part of tho world.
Lovers of art will find tweuty pages of reading
matter by Lucy M. Mitchell fully illustrated.
Richard Grant White continues "Opera in New
York," beautifully illustrated, and the contin
uation of Howell's interesting story, "A Mod
ern Instance," form a feast of good reading
worth a good deal more than the price charged
for tho magazine.
Harper for April comes to us laden with much
that is entertaining and amusing. George P.
Lathrop commences a series of papers entitled
"Spanish Vistas," beautifully illustrated by
Reinhart. Tho art taste is gratified by two
papers, one by Elizabeth Read, entitled "In
Days Gono By," and tho other, "Athena Par
thenas," by Gildersleve, both illustrated. Tho
tasto for adventure and money getting com
bined is artfully tackled by Ernest Ingersoll
in " Silver San Juan." The scenery along the
Jan Juan River in southwest Colorado is well
drawn and clearly printed, as all Harper's pic
tures aro. The usual installment of first-class
fiction is also given.
Lippincott for April. Volume thrco, number
sixteen, new series of this standard magazine
opens with a handsomely illustrated article by
Margaret Bertha Wright, entitled "In and
About a Normandy Market Place." Charles F.
Johnson, Jr., criticises "Our Substitute for a
Navv," Charles B'irr Todd tells what he knows
about Captain William Kidd, and Helen Camp
bell gives her experience with the Ojibways.
Wide Awake for April. ".How Jacky went
to Church." "I've brought you your doggy,
aunt Prae, said Jacky, in his clear, childish
voice that rang through tho arches of the great
church." Rev. J. S. Bcman tells a story full
of early spring flowers, twittering birds, and
opening buds, entitled "Too Fond of Maple
Sugar. David Ker takes us from the Hudson
to tho Neva ; and a host of other good writers
who possess the Heaven-given talent of telling
stories to boys and girls are contributors to this
number. The magazine is full of engravings,
true and lifelike.
Peterson's Magazine, "the ladies' favorite," as
it is generally called, is before us, for April, and
is even better than usual. Tho steel engrav
ing and fashion-plate aro exceptionally line.
There aro some fifty illustrations for tho fash
ions and for the work-table, giving the latest
styles aud patterns for both. No other lady's
book rivals this in tho high character of its
literature. The stories aro always tho best.
After our English cousins have succeeded
(if they ever do) in passing their little Par
liamentary bill to enable a man to marry his
wife's sister, perhaps they had better try and
pass another bill, enabling a man to live in
the same house with his wife's mother.
Fold white arms ahout me,
lirur, awcet lips, to mine;
Sweetest sweet, without theo
I hut wasto nnd pine.
Lenn, denr face, nhovo me ; ,
Soft hands, hold mine close ;
Let me look nnd love thee,
Oh, my very roso!
Comfort me with kisses
That your soul comes through;
Let the old, dead hlbses
Breathe nnd burn nnew.
Oh, my sweet one, sweetest I
Love oflovcs supremo !
This has been the fleetest,
Nearest, maddest dream.
flulip Eowrke IfartUm.
HINTS TO HOUSEKEEPERS.
Buide's Cake. The whites of twelve
eggs, three cups of sugar, small cup butter,
one cup sweet milk, four small cups flour,
half a cup corn starch, two teaspoons baking
powder sifted thoroughly with the flour,
lemon to taste.
Boston- Brown Bread. -Four cups of
rye meal, three cups of yellow Indian meal,
one cup of molasses, one teaspoon fill of soda,
one teaspoonful of salt. Mix with sour milk
or buttermilk in a soft batter. Steam three
honrs and bake two hours.
Poetlet a la Creme. This is a dainty
dish for an invalid. Boil a chicken, chop or
pound the flesh to a paste, rub it through a
wire sieve, mix with a little cream and two
or three egns. Season with pepper and salt,
put in a mold, steam and serve hot.
Heat the bread knife very hot when
about to cut new bread; this will prevent
Ginger Spoxge Cake. One enp of but
ter, two cup3 of flour, one cup of milkf aoda
To rrigiiten gold or silver jewelry, if
tarnished, brush it with an old tooth brush
wet with soapsuds, and place it in Bawdusfc
to dry. Some ladies keep their jewelry in
sawdust. The jewelers use this method.
There is nothing better to clean windows
with than a chamois skin. Wash the skin
carefully first; after washing the glass rinse
the skin, wring it dry and wipe the glass
with it. No other polish will be required.
Calf's Liver Entree. Cut a calf's
liver into slices, and put them in a frying
pan with a little butter, parsley, and chopped
cloves; add a spoonful of vinegar, or half a
glass of wine, pepper, salt, and spices. Cook
ten minutes and serve.
PARSNir Oysters. Boil parsnips until
tender and mash well. To a pint of mashed
parsnips add a tablespoonful of butter, three
well-beaten eggs, salt and pepper to taste,
and enough flour to hold the mixture to
gether; make into small, flat balls, and fry
in butter until brown.
An easy and quite effective way to keep
tinware from rusting, consists in rubbing
the new vessel inside and out with fresh
lard or butter; then placing in the oven and
keeping hot for several hours ; the heat must
not be so great as to melt the solder, yet it
is essential that the tin be kept very warm.
To Stew Mushrooms. Peel and trim
mushrooms, using stems and top3; wash,
quickly and carefully to get rid of sand ; if
small, do not cut; if large, divide into four;
put into cold milk, barely covering them,
with a tablespoonful of butter, a light tea
spoonful of salt, and a half saltspoohful of
white pepper. Let them boil steadily for
fifteen minutes. A'dd at the conclusion a
heaping teaspoonful of flour, well mixed
with cold water; a final boil concludes the
cooking; do not overcook. I beg to state
that the old idea of cooking a silver spoon
with ninshrooras, and throwing them away
as poisonous if the spoon is blackened, is an
absurdity. If any substance contains a free
sulphnret it will blacken silver. Eggs con
tain this sulphuret, and blacken silver, but
au egg is not poisonous. Poisonous mush
rooms are exceedingly rare, and are never
offered in market.
Almond Ice , Cream. One pint of
blanched almonds, the yoke of five eggs,
one quart of cream, one and a half cupfuls
sugar, one pint milk, one pint water. Boil
the water and sugar together twenty-five
minutes. Put the almonds in a frying pan,
stir over the fire until they are a rich brown.
Remove from the fire and pound to a paste
in a mortar. Cook the milk and pounded
almonds in a double boiler for twenty min
utes. Beat the yolks of the eggs and stir
them into the boiling syrup. Beat thi3 four
minutes, leaving the basin in boiling water.
Take from the fire and gradually beat it into
almonds and milk. Strain the mixture
through a sieve, aud rub through as much
as possible. Stir occasionally while cooling.
When cold add the cream and half a tea
spoonful of extract of almonds. Freeze.
An Omelet. lb is an easy thing to do,
and not ofteu well done. I think the trou
ble lies in the fact that most cooks overheat
their eggs. A simple omelet is not a souffle.
Break all your eggs in one plate; stir rather
than beat up the whites and yolks ; to each
three egiis you use put in a teaspoonful of
cold water (I do not like milk) ; salt and
pepper your eggs moderately (American
cooks use too much pepper); take some pars
ley and chop it; let the parley be fine
(American cooks never chop parsley fine
enough) ; put two ounces of sweet butter in,
your pan (lard for an omelet is an abomina
tion) ; when your butter is very hot pour in
your eggs; just as soon as it is cooked on
oue side, not crisp, turn quickly, and cook
on the other side; double it over when you
serve it, on a very hot plate; the cold water
makes the omelet light and moist.
Roll of Veal. Select a short loin of
white, firm veal, roll and tie firmly with a
string, put in a saucepan with a garnishing
of vegetables and a little water; season with
salt, pepper, and a garnished bunch of pars
ley, and lay a buttered paper over; put in a
moderately heated oven and cook slowly for
about two hours, basting it occasionally.
Drain the veal, strain and free the gravy
from the fat, add a little more broth and re
duce to a denii glaze ; mix part of this with
a quart of the bechamel sauce; pan and dish
up the veal, glaze tho surface with the rest
of the reduced gravy, pour part of the sauce
around and send to table with the rest in a
Tripe a la Mode de Caen. Take four
pouuds of tripe and wash thoroughly. Cut
the tripe in long pieces about three quarters
of an inch wide. Use an earthenware pot.
Cut four onions and two carrots in slices,
with a teaspoonful of chopped parsley, some
thyme and laurel, and a gusset of garlic, add k
salt and put in whole peppers to taste. Place
a layer of vegetables and one of tripe until
tho pot is filled. Add one pig's foot to it
Pour over it then a bottle of white wine, and
stew slowly for eight hours. Above all, do
not take off the cover. When cooked skim,
to take away the grease.
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A CHAMBERMAID'S FORTUNE.
Two years ago Dr. Joseph M. Leon, of
Philadelphia, advertised for a housekeeper,
and a chambermaid from the Continental
Hotel answered the advertisement. So
pleased was Dr. Leon with his new house
keeper that in November, 1880, he adopted
her as his daughter, and settled $30,000 upon
her iu due form of law. Dr. Leon died a
few weeks ago, and by his will bequeaths to
his adopted daughter, "Lotta Jceepbint
Leon," $1,500" erfear during life.