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THE NATIONAL TBIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, FEBRUARY 11, 1882.
They say this life is barren, drear and cold ;
Ever the same sad song was sung of old,
Ever the same long, weary tale is told ;
And to our lips is held the cup of strife,
And yet a little love can sweeten life.
They say our hands may grasp but joys destroyed.
Youth has but dreams, and age an aching void,
Whose Dead Sea fruit long, long ago has cloyed,
Whose night with wild, tempestuous storms is rife
And yet a little hope can brighten life.
They say we fling ourselves in wild despair
Amidst the broken treasures scattered there,
Where all is wrecked, where all once promised fair.
And stab ourselves with sorrow's two-edged knife
And yet a little patience strengthens life.
Is it, then, true-this tale of bitter grief.
Of mortal anguish finding no relief?
Lo! 'midst the winter shines the laurel's leaf;
Three angels share the lot of human strife,
Three angels glorify the path of life.
Love, Hope and Patience cheer us on our way.
Love, Hope and Patience form our spirit's stay,
Love, Hope and Patience watch us day by day,
And bid the desert bloom with beauty vernal,
Until the earthly fades in the eternal. Temple Bar.
A Good Knight.
Wayne, in Golden Days,
upon a time, when the
Once upon a time, when the great emperor,
Charlemagne, ruled over half Europe, there was
among the armies opposed to him a good knight
Do you know what is meant by "a good
knight?" He was a hrave, manly gentleman,
who vas dressed in shining armor, and rode on a
beautiful horse, up and down through the coun
try, helping everybody who was in distress, and
always bound to protect any poor woman who
was in danger.
No good knight was ever afraid of any foe, and
every good knight would have scorned to tell a
lie. When they helped others, these noble
knights had such fine and gracious manners that
everybody loved as well as admired them.
The best knights generally belonged to the
Christian army, but there were some noble ones
among the Pagans; and Rogero was the noblest
Pagan of all.
He had been brought up by a strange old man,
who was a magician, and this old man loved him
very dearly, and was so afraid he might fall into
the hands of the Christians, that he often kept
him for months together, in a strong castle,
perched on the top of a mountain, whose sides
were smooth, shining rocks, which nobody could
In spite of that, Eogero sometimes succeeded
in getting away for awhile, and going in search
One day, as he rode through the wood, he saw
a strange knight approaching, clad in glistening
white armor, and mounted on a coal-black steed.
Now, it was the custom, when stranger knights
met, that they should joust with each other, to
see which was stronger. He would have been a
base and craven knight who should have feared
to do this.
But Rogero was no craven, nor was the stranger,
so they rushed toward each other at once, eager
for the combat.
Rogero usually conquered his enemies very
easily, but this time he was obliged to do his
very best, and for a long while it was uncertain
which would win the victory.
At last, however, Rogero's lance struck the
helmet of the stranger such a blow that it fell
off, and with it a cloud of beautiful golden hair
ame rippling down over the armor of the white
Roero paused in bewilderment. The knight
before him was certainly a lady, and the most
beautiful lady he had ever seen.
Her face was covered with blushes at being
discovered, but Rogero immediately took oil his
own helmet, and when she saw his noble, gener
ous face, she felt that it was no disgrace to be
conquered by such a knight, and, in fact, the two
fell in love with each other immediately.
The lady's name was Bradamant, and she was
a Christian, nearly related to Charlemagne. She
had taken arms to prevent the Pagans from
gaining a foothold in France, as they had in
Of course she was very much troubled to find
Rogero was a Pagan, and she talked to him so
beautifully, and explained to him so well how
much better it was to be a Christian, that he was
soon quite convinced, and declared his intention
to be baptized.
But you know merely being baptized would
never make anybody a Christian, though Charle
magne used to think it would, when he told his
captives that they might choose among three
things to be burnt, or hung, or baptized!
Now, Rogero was really in earnest, and he
would have been glad to go and fight on the side
of the Christians, but he thought it would be a
very mean and un-Christian thing to desert his
own king at a time when the Pagans were in
treat peril and distress, especially as he knew he
was one of their best knights, and that his de
sertion might turn the day against them.
So he was very much troubled, but he decided
to help his own king till he was fairly out of
danger, and then to tell him frankly that he was
a Christian, and if the Pagans chose to keep
him a prisoner, very well; if not, he would join
Bradamant thought this was pretty hard. Still,
she was glad to have her hero do what he thought
his duty, although it would separate him from
her, and they might even have to fight against
They parted sorrowfully, yet full of high cour
age, because each was going to do what seemed
Rogero went thoughtfully on through the
wood for many days, relieving the suffering and
conquering every knight who opposed him, till,
one day, he came upon a whole group of knights
who were quarreling.
He rode in among them, and, having found out
their difficulty, he began to lay about him with
his sword to reduce them to good order.
He dealt some excellent strokes, and yet, in
spite of that, he was surprised to see them all
suddenly yield and fall down like dead men.
For a moment he was proud of his success, but
then, glancing down, he saw how he had gained
it, and was covered with shame.
Among other things which the old magician
had given his favorite Rogero was an enchanted
shield, made of pure gold, ornamented with bril
liant precious stones.
This was so dazzling that if any one should
look upon it, he instantly fell stunned to the
So Rogero always wore a richly-embroidered
silken cover upon it. Now, during the fighting,
the cover had become unfastened, and the shield
had flashed before the eyes of all the combat
ants, though Rogero had not known it.
"Ah!" said Rogero, sadly, "that was not fair.
A knight who wins by unfair means is no better
thah a churl."
He knew the knights would by-and-by recover,
so he was not anxious about them.
But he thought if the secret of the shield
should ever be known, it would be said that he
had always won his victories by magic, though
nothing could be more unjust.
"Ah!" thought Rogero. "I would rather never
win at all than not to fight fairly."
So he took his beautiful golden shield, and,
giving one last affectionate look at it, threw it
into a deep pit, where no one would ever find it.
"Now," said he, "I am a man again, just like
other men, with no help from falsehood ! "
And he wTent on his way, conquering more
surely than ever. He might have said :
" My strength is as the strength of ten, because
my heart is pure."
Still his heart was heavy, as he wandered on
toward the East, for he heard nothing more of
Bradamant, and did not know whether he should
ever see her again.
By-and-by, he came to the borders of Constan
tinople, and joined himself to a king who was
fighting against the King of Constantinople.
He did as many wonderful deeds as a hundred
other men ; but at last he was overpowered and
taken prisoner, and, as the King of Constantino
ple had seen what a dangerous enemy he was,
he put him down into his deepest dungeon, so
that he could not possibly escape unaided.
It was dark and cold, and he had very little to
eat ; so he was unhappy enough, and thought he
should die there. But one night he saw the
glimmer of a light, and, in a few minutes, a man,
with his face concealed, came towards him, bring
ing him bread and meat and wine to revive
him, and then told him to follow him closely and
silently, and he should be released.
"But who are you?" asked Rogero, in surprise.
" I am Leo, the king's son' said his visitor ;
"and I have the keys of the prison. But if we
are discovered we shall both be executed."
" Why, brave, generous man," asked Rogero,
"have you risked your life to save a stranger and
an enemy like me?"
" Because I saw you in the battle, and you are
the bravest knight I have ever seen," replied
Leo. "I would gladly save you for your own
sake; but I have a boon to ask, which could only
be granted by one as brave as you. I will not
ask it till we are safe, however."
Of course, Rogero thought he would gladly do
anything for his preserver, for he could not
dream what the boon would prove to be; so he
followed Leo silently out of prison.
"When they were in a safe place, Leo threw off
his disguise, and showed himself to be a slender,
thoughtful-looking man, with a gentle face.
Then he told Rogero his story in these words :
"Many hundred miles away from here is a
rich kingdom ruled by the Emperor Charlemagne.
The fairest maiden in the kingdom is his niece
Bradamant. who is so high-spirited that she has
herself gone forth in the armor of a knight to
fight against the Moors. Her parents have at
last, however, found her and brought her home
again, and now that Charlemagne was every
where victorious, she need fight no longer, and
they wish to give her in marriage. Long ago, I
heard of her beauty, and sent ambassaders to ask
her hand. Her parents and the Emperor approve,
but the maiden herself is loth to marry, and has
begged the Emperor to declare that she shall
marry only him who can conquer her in the joust.
It is therefore proposed that I shall go and try
my fate. But, you see, I am a scholar and not a
fighter, and I fear to lose her entirely. Now, if
you will wear my armor, and fight for me, you
will certainly win the victory, and I may claim
my bride. Is that too great a service for me to
ask in return for your freedom?"
As you may suppose, Rogero was stunned. He
almost wished that he had died in his dungeon.
But he saw only one thing to do. He thought
ingratitude was base, and that he ought to re
ward his preserver in the only way possible to
him, and he promised to do what was required.
In the meantime, Bradamant had no fear. She
felt sure that when Rogero heard the proclama
tion of the Emperor he would appear to joust
with her, and that he alone could conquer.
When it proved that Leo had actually come
to court, she looked at him rather scornfully,
perfectly sure that she could win the victory
So she covered her beautiful face with her
visor, and, as Rogero had done the same, she sup
posed it was Leo who opposed her. All the court
gathered to see the combat.
Rogero began rather feebly, and everybody
thought Bradamant would win; but
thought within himself:
"Now, if I do my best, Leo will have Brada
mant ; but if I do not do my best, I shall be a
traitor. I must do my best, come what will."
So he began to fight manfully, only being care
ful not to wound Bradamant. She, finding her
self hard pressed, fought as she never had fought
before, so that the fight endured all day till sun
down. Perhaps she thought rather bitterly of
Kogero, and wondered how he could desert her
in such a crisis.
But the end came at last. Rogero unhorsed
Bradamant, and rode quickly away. He ex
changed armor with Leo in a thicket, and then
rode on through the wood as fast and as far as
Bradamant's distress knew no bounds. Now,
at last, she told her parents of her betrothal to
In those days a betrothal was almost as sacred
as a marriage, and some of the courtiers declared
Bradamant belonged to Rogero, in spite of all.
The Emperor was very much puzzled. How
could Bradamant keep both promises, the one to
Rogero, the other to the man who should con
quer her? for both were sacred.
At last, some one suggested that Rogero and
Leo should fight, and whoever won should marry
Bradamant, and a proclamation was made, calling
on Rogero to appear.
Now, as we know, he was far away in the
wood, and knew nothing of the proclamation.
But Leo, who dreaded this unknown Rogero,
determined to search for his own champion to
fight with him when he should appear, for he
had no idea that would be Rogero fighting
He sought for a long time, and at last found
Rogero's horse without a rider. Much troubled,
he went on, and discovered his hero, faint and
pale, lying almost dead by a fountain. He tried
to rouse him, but Rogero auswered, feebly :
" Take Bradamant and let me die."
Then the truth flashed across the mind of the
generous Leo, and he said, quaintly :
" You shall have Bradamant, for you will die
without her. And I I shall suffer, but I shall
You may be sure Rogero did not die after this,
but he married Bradamant and they lived hap
pily ever after.
I read this story in an old Italian poem of
Ariosto. The poem was full of knights and
heroes; but I know of no more truthful, fair,
and unselfish hero than Rogero, and that is why
I have chosen to tell you of him.
I suppose you think there are no god knights
now ; but if you are ever tempted not to play
fair at marbles, or to desert anybody who has
been kind to you, I hope you will remember
Rogero, and think whether it was not something
besides his horse and shield which made him
A Good Knight.
EATING BEFORE SLEEPING.
The Journal of Commerce maintains that it is
more healthy to eat just before going to bed than
to retire with the stomach empty, and it presents
the following reasons : The lion roars in the for
est until he has found his prey, and when he has
devoured it, he sleeps over until he needs another
meal. The horse will paw all night in the
stable, and the pig will squeal in the pen, refus
ing all rest or sleep until they are fed. The ani
mals that chew the cud have their own provision
for a late meal just before dropping off to their
nightly slumbers. Man can train himself to the
habit of sleeping without a preceding meal, but
only after long years of practice. As he comes
into the world, nature is too strong for him, and
he must be fed before he will sleep. A child's
stomach is small, and when perfectly filled, if no
sickness disturbs it, sleep follows naturally and
inevitably. As digestion goes on the stomach
begins to empty. A single fold in it will make
the little sleeper restless, two will waken it. and
if it is hushed again to repose, the nap is short,
and three folds put an end to the slumber. Par
egoric or other narcotic may close its eyes again,
but without food or some stupefying drug, it
will not sleep, no matter how healthy it may be.
"We use the oft-quoted illustration "sleeping as
sweetly as an infant," because this slumber of
the child follows immediately after its stomach
is completely filled with wholesome food. The
sleep which comes to adults long hours after par
taking of food and when the stomach is nearly
or quite empty, is not after the type of infan
tile repose. There is all the difference in the
world between the sleep of refreshment and
the sleep of exhaustion. To sleep well, the
blood that swells the veins in the head dur
ing our busy hours must flow back, leaving a
greatly diminished volume behind the brow that
lately throbbed with such vehemence. To digest
well, this blood is needed at the stomach, and
nearer the fountains of life. It is a fact estab
lished beyond the possibility of conk'V.ietion
that sleep aids digestion, while the process of di
gestion is conclusive to refreshing sleep. It needs
no argument to convince u? of this mutual rela
tion. The drowsiness which always follows the
well ordered meal is itself a testimony of nature
to this interdependence.
SALT FOR THE THROAT.
In these days, writes a correspondent, when
diseases of the throat are so universally preva
lent, and in so many cases fatal, we feel it our
duty to say a word in behalf of a most effectual,
if not positive, cure for sore throat. For many
years past, indeed, we may say during the whole
of a life of more than forty years, we have been
subject to sore throat, and more particularly to a
dry, hacking cough, which is not only distress
ing to ourselves, but to our friends and those
with whom we are brought into business contact.
Last fall we were induced to try what virtue
there was in common salt. "We commenced by
using it three times a day morning, noon, and
night. We dissolved a large tablespoonful of
pure table salt in about half a small tumblerful of
water. "With this we gargled the throat most
thoroughly just before each meal-time. The re
sult has been that during the entire winter we
were not only free from coughs and colds, but
the dry, hacking cough has entirely disappeared.
We attribute these satisfactory results solely to
the use of salt gargle, and most cordially recom
mend a trial of it to those who are subject to
diseases of the throat.
A larger proportion of the population go to
school in Burmah than in any other part of
India. There is a national system of monastic
education in which are included 2,645 schools,
with 65,320 pupils. Nearly every Burman man
or boy comes under instruction of some sort for
a part of his life at a kyoung (or monastery),
and it is partly by reason of the religious and
secular teaching imparted at the kyoung that
these institutions have acquired and retain so
strong a hold on the veneration of all Burmans.
One of the hardest woods in existence is that
of the desert ironwood tree which grows in the
dry washes along the line of the Southern Pacific
Railroad. Its specific gravity is nearly the same
as that of lignum vitse, and it has a black heart
so hard, when well seasoned, that it will turn
the edge of an axe and can scarcely be cut by a
well-tempered saw. In burning it gives out an
intense heat, and charcoal made from it is hardly
second to anthracite.
A BOOTBLACK HERO.
The following is one of the many interesting
and thrilling incidents of the recent fire in New
" I saw the outbreak of the fire," said Wright
to a reporter of the Herald ; "and hardly was the
smoke issuing from the top story on the Beekmau
street side when windows were thrown up or
glass was broken through, and dozens of voices
cried 'Fire!' and 'Help!' I naturally paid most
attention to the people in the upper stories, be
cause from the fourth and fifth floors only at this
time was the smoke pouring out. I then caught
sight of the two men in the corner room on the
fourth floor, who were apparently cut off from
all chance of escape, and who were crying lustily
for assistance. There seemed to be no way of
helping them, they were so far from the ground,
but I saw that there was a wire running into the
window where they stood and stretching across
the street to the top of a high telegraph pole. It
seemed to me, suddenly, that if the wire could be
loosened from the pole they could lower them
selves almost to the ground anyway, and just as
soon as that idea got into my head I set about it
without thinking of the hard work in my way.
"It was no ordinary wire," continued Wright,
"but a half-inch cable that had been put up to
hold a Hancock and English banner in the last
Presidential election. I had a large nail or spike
in my pocket, and calculated that I could unfas
ten the wire with that when once I got to the
top of the pole. It was not an easy climb, though,
for the pole was covered with sleet, and some of
it was frozen, so that I found it very slippery.
Besides, the pole was very large around at the
bottom. The regular climbers, you know, always
wear irons with spikes in them, and I don't think
I ever should have got up to the crosspieces if it
had not been for the voices of those men who
were waiting for me to save them. When I got
to the crosspieces I found them covered with ice,
and I took the spike out of my pocket and scrap
ed a clean foothold for myself. I didn't lose
much time when once I got a crosspiece to hold
on to, and when the wire was in reach I used
the spike again to untwist it. It seemed like
hours to me those few seconds in which I was
loosening the wire and when at last my end of
it dropped down and I saw one of the men in the
burning building take hold of it and begin to
descend T felt so happy that I nearly fell from
the pole. He went down like a circus performer,
hand over hand, that man did; but the next one
was too much excited and slid part of the dis
tance, cutting his hands very badly I believe. I
was told that a third man came down the same
way, but I did not see him. The wire was longer
than I had any idea of, it reached within six or
seven feet of the ground; " and then the poor boy
limped away to brush the coat of a customer. He
had hurt one of his feet pretty badly in his per
ilous rescue sprained it apparently and when
some one of his admirers thrust a two dollar bill
in his hand he said with a laugh to the reporter:
"Well, that will buy some arnica, anyhow."
Wright is a mulatto, and came to this city
from Philadelphia not long ago, and was for some
weeks in the hospital in the latter place suffer
ing from rheumatism in his feet. He had by no
means fully recovered from the old complaint
when he inflicted his new injuries in a service
that ought to entitle him to the medals of all the
humane societies in the world.
NOT HEART DISEASE.
When an individual is reported to have died
of disease of the heart, we are in the habit of re
garding it as an inevitable event, as something
which could not have been foreseen or prevented,
and it is too much the habit when persons suddenly
fall down dead, to report the heart as the cause :
this silences all inquiry and investigation, and
saves the trouble and inconvenience of a post
mortem. A true report would have a tendency
to save many lives. It is through a report of the
disease of the heart that many an opium-eater is
let off into the grave that covers at once his folly
and his crime ; the brandy-drinker, too, quietly
slides around the corner thus, and is heard of no
more ; in short, this report of disease of the heart
is the mantle of charity which the polite coroner
and sympathetic physician throws around the
graves of generous people. At a scientific con
gress at Strasburgh it was reported that of sixty
six persons who had suddenly died, an immedi
ate and faithful post mortem showed that only
two persons had any heart affection whatever
one sudden death only in 33, from disease of the
heart. Nine out of 60 died of apoplexy one out
of every seven while 46, more than two out
of three, died of lung affection, half of them
from congestion of the lungs, that is, the lungs
were so full of blood they could not work:
there was not room enough for air to get in to
support life. It is, then, of considerable practi
cal interest to know some of the common every
day causes of this congestion of the lungs, a dis
ease which, the figures above being true, kills
three times as many persons at short warning as
apoplexy and heart disease together. Cold feet,
tight shoes, light clothing, costive bowels, sitting
still until chilled through after having warmed
up by labor or a long, hasty walk ; going too
suddenly from a close, heated room, as a lounger
or listener, or speaker, while the body is weak
ened by continual application, or abstinence, or
heat by a long address; these are the fruitful
causes of sudden death in the form of congestion
of the lungs ; but which, being falsely reported
as disease of the heart, and regarded as an inev
itable event, throw people off their guard in
stead of pointing them to their true causes, all
of which are avoidable; and very easily so, as a
general rule, when the mind has once been in
telligently drawn to the subject. HalVs Journal
Live with the world -who so has nerve
To make the world his purpose serve ;
But, if you leave your lofty level
To do the world's vile command,
You were as well to let the devil
Keep all your gear in hand.
Who spouts his message to the wilderness
Lightens his soul, and feels one burden less ;
But to the people preach, and you will find
They'll pay you back with thanks ill to your mind.
The marble bears his name, and tells his story.
But you'll forgive me, if I hint the truth :
You gild the monument in honest sooth,
Not for his honor, but for your own glory.
A VALLEY OF ROSES.
The Maritime vale of Santa Barbara, for sixty
miles facing the Pacific Ocean, we consider the
moat attractive in California. The soil is extra
deep, dark alluvium. By the formation of the
coast it is sheltered from the rude trade winds
elsewhere so unpleasant on our shores. San
Francisco being in north latitude 37. degrees
Santa Barbara is 34i degrees north 3 degrees
southwardly. Here flourish in luxuriance the
fig tree and the olive, the prune and the almond,
the orange and lemon, the nectarine and the
pomegranite. Here grows Alfalfa clover, giving
three cuttings a year and pasture through the
winter. Here flowers bloom perennial. Here
only is a paradise of roses and other fragrant
flowere cultivated for commercial perfumery.
Here the bee pastures all the year, the hivers
gather honey every day, and abstaining them
selves, they give to man nearly their whole pro
duction. Only in stress of stormy weather they
draw upon their hoarded sweets. Feathered
songsters never migrate from this elvsinm
Man's dwelling is enlivened by the chirp of birds
and their music gives perpetual cheer, unchecked
by winter frosts. Happy, thrice blessed are they
whose lot is cast where happiness is so lightly
wooed and won! Here in mid-December the
company's rose-gardens are a sight to charm the
eye, when, day by day, children gather ever
blooming flowers for extraction of perfame for
the toilet. At Kezanlik, in the foot-hills of the
Balkan range, in Roumelia, Sonth Turkey, nortfo
latitude 42A degrees, is a valley devoted to rose
culture exclusively for like purposes, but there
the sale of nosegays to many villages is ex
tremely profitable. There, a3 here, the hair and
clothes of all who work among the roses retain
the perfume for a week of absence from the
valley. Baltimore Sun.
For over fifty-four years 'Squire Shelton of
Aberdeen, Ohio, " Gretna Green " of America,
on the Ohio River, performed the marriage cere
mony for runaway couples from Kentucky and
other States, making 4,000 persons happy or
miserable. His successor, 'Squire Beasley, who
began twelve years ago, has married 2.900
couples, mostly under age.
THINGS TO MAKE A NOTE OF,
Bread Puddings. Pour one pint of boiling
milk over half-pint of fine bread crumbs, add to
these three eggs well-beaten, the rind of half a
lemon grated, and sugar to taste; butter some
small moulds and pour in the mixture. Bake
until a light brown, turn them out on a dish, and
sprinkle white sugar over them. Serve with
treacle or jam.
Tukkey Dressed With Oysters. For a
ten-pound turkey take two pints of bread crumbs,
half a teacup of butter in bits (not melted), one
teaspoonful of powdered thyme or summer
savory, pepper, salt, and mix thoroughly. Rub
the turkey well inside and out with salt and
pepper, then fill with first a spoonful of crumbs,
then a few well-drained oysters; strain the
oyster liquor and use to baste the turkey. Cook
the giblets in a pan, and chop fine for gravy- A
fowl of this size will require three hours in a
Lady Cake. Beat half a pound of butter and
one pound of pulverized sugar to a cream.
Flavor with four ounces of bitter almonds,
blanched and rubbed to a paste in a mortar.
Whisk the whites of seventeen eggs until they
stand alone and add them to the butter and sugar
a spoonful at a time. Sift in very slowly one
pound and a quarter of flour and the last thing
stir in a teaspoonful of soda dissolved in half a
teaeupful of rose water. Bake immediately in a
moderate oven, and ice the cake when it is cold.
Ginger Loaf Cake. Beat to a cream one cup
of sugar and one cup of butter, add one cup of
molasses, one tablespoonful of ground ginger,
three eggs thab have been well beaten, and three
cups of sifted flour with a pinch of salt. Dis
solve a teaspoonful of soda in boiling water and
add to the mixture the last thing before baking.
Bake slowly about an hour.
Tapioca Pudding. "Wash a cup of tapioca,
and let it soak in a bowl over night. The next
morning, pare and quarter five mellow apples
and put them in a pudding dish, add sugar to
taste to the tapioca, and pour it over the apples.
Flavor with vanilla, or, if preferred, grate nut
meg over the top. As tapioca at sorbs much
water fill the baking dish nearly full of cold
water and bake slowly until it is clear and the
apples are tender. Serve cold with cream.
Floating Island. Beat the whites of four
ess in a bowl until thev stand alone, then beat
in a tablespoonful of powdered sugar, and currant
jelly a teaspoonful at a time until the whole is
of a delicate pink. Beat all very hard for half an
hour or until it is smooth and will drop from the
spoon. Serve in a glass bowl surrounded with a
custard made as follows : Boil one pint of new
milk and pour it over the yolks of four eggs that
have been well beaten. Return it to the kettle,
and stir it over the fire until it thickens, taking
care that it does not curdle or scorch. When it
is cold add sugar and Yanilla to taste.
Croquettes. Roast one chicken, or if it is
tough boil it until tender. When cold chop the
meat very fine ; also a slice of cold ham. Put
both into a saucepan with a tablespoonful of but
ter, ditto of flour, and a gill of cream. Season
with salt, cayenne pepper, and chopped parsley.
Cook about three minutes, and when it is cool
add two well-beaten eggs and let it come to a
boil again. When quite cold form it into cro
quettes of any shape desired. Dip each one first
into beaten egg and then in rolled cracker until
well coated. Fry in butter a delicate brown, or
butter and lard mixed, if the lard is very sweet.
Muffins Beat one teacup of butter and one
teacup of sugar to a stiff cream; beat four eggs
very light (yolks and whites separately), then beat
them into the sugar and butter till quite light.
To four quarts of flour put a half-teaspoonful of
salt pour into the flour a cup of good yeast, or as
much as you take for four quarts of flour, then
stir in the sugar, butter and eggs, with two quarts
of sweet milk, let it rise over night, and bake in
well-buttered muffin rings in the morning. If
wanted for tea, set to rise in the morning. This
recipe makes a large quantity of muffins, and
may be divided easily, making one-half or one
fourth the quantity, as desired.