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THE HOUSEKEEPER. FRENCH CREAM-CAKE.-Sugår, one tea- to put into the pans; let it rise an hour, or cupful; flour, two teacupfuls; milk, one- until it has risen an inch, and bake two half teacupful; eggs, three; baking-pow- hours. It should be very well baked. der, one teaspoonful. Bake like jelly-cake, but have the layers thicker. When done,

ARROWROOT Biscuit. — Rub together split open with a sharp knife, and place three-quarters of a pound of sugar, and the one above another, having the crust down,

same weight of butter, until they rise. with mock cream between each layer,

Beat three eggs well, and mix with it, then made thus: One pint boiling milk, beat stir in two cups of sifted flour, roll them well and stir in two eggs, one cup of sugar,

out thin, cut them with a biscuit-cutter, two tablespoonfuls of cornstarch, and lastly place them in buttered tins, and bake in a add one-half teacupful of butter. This

slow oven. cake is better two or three days old. It

MACCAROONS.-One pound sugar, onemakes a very nice dessert.

quarter pound blanched and pounded Potato PUDDING.-Peel, boil and mash almonds, whites of three eggs; sprinkle two pounds of potatoes; when ready, take sugar on paper; drop in little cakes. three eggs and well beat them; row grad

Good DOUGHNUTS.-Two cups of sugar, ually add three-quarters of a pint of milk,

two cups of sweet milk, two eggs, one teatwo or more ounces of moist sugar, and a pinch of powdered allspice; finally, blend

spoonful of saleratus, two teaspoonfuls of the whole well together, and bake for

cream tartar, one teaspoonful ginger, little

nutmeg. three-quarters of an hour. Serve with or without sweet butter sauce.

GRAPE JAM.-Boil the grapes in just NICE MOLASSES COOKIES.-One cup mo

water enough to make them tender, strain lasses; one-half cup cold water; one-half

them tbrough a colander, then in one pound cup of lard or butter; one heaping tea- of pulp put one pound of sugar; boil this spoonful of vinegar; one teaspoonful of

half an hour; the common wild grape ginger.

makes a nice jam. AMERICAN RAISED WAFFLES.-One pint

To MEND CHINA.-Take a very thick of sweet milk, one heaping teacupful of

solution of gum arabic in water, and stir butter, three eggs, a teaspoonful of thick

into it plaster of Paris until the mixture is brewer's yeast, one quart of flour, and an- of proper consistency. Apply it with a other teacupful of sweet milk, in which is

brush to the fractured edges of the china, dissolved a quarter of a teaspoonful of

and stick them together. In three days soda. Let it rise until light, then bake as

the articles cannot be broken in the same other waffles. Serve with butter and

place. The wbiteness of the cement ren

ders it doubly valuable. sugar.

NICE FRENCH CAKE.-Two cups of sugar, one-half cup of butter, four eggs, one cup of milk, three cups of flour, one teaspoonful of soda, and two teaspoonfuls of cream tartar. This makes two loaves.

FELONS.—To cure a felon, prevention is better than cure. When a soreness is felt, immerse the finger in a basin of ashes and cold water; set it on the stove while cold, and stir it continually, without taking it out, till the lye is so hot that it cannot be borne any longer. If the soreness is not gone in half an hour, repeat it.

GRAHAM BREAD.-Four quarts of unbolted wheat; a teacupful of good yeast; half a cup of molasses; one teaspoonful of salt; mix with warm water enough to make a stiff dough; let it rise about six or eight hours; wet your hands in cold water

CURE FOR Poison FROM Ivy. — Steep pokeroot in hot water, and bathe the parts affected with the resulting liquor.

FACTS AND FANCIES.

The traditional union of fidelity, obedi- The Detroit Free Press relates that a ence to orders, strict discipline and stupid- man named Wilton, sixty-four years of ity in the old-fashioned military servant is age, from Fayette, O., and the father of witlily illustrated in a story told in a nine living children, appeared at the CenFrench paper, at the expense of a captain tral Market recently, and took a stool at of the Melun garrison. The officer, who one of the eating stands. While munching had been invited to dine at a neighboring a piece of “huckleberry” pie, he suddenly castle, sent his valet with a note of "re- ceased to chew, and said to the girl in atgrets," adding, as the boy started, “Be tendance, “My dear, I want to marry; I sure and bring me my dinner, Auguste, love you; will you marry me?” She tried when you have left the letter."

to pass the question off as a joke, and The soldier took the letter to the castle, asked him if he'd have another fried and was told, of course, “ It's all right.” sausage; and when he implored her to be

“Yes, but I want the dinner,” said the lieve that he was in solemn earnest, she lad; “the captain ordered me to bring it said she'd mash a dried-apple pie over his back, and I always obey orders."

aged bead if he didn't go away. He went The baroness being informed of the away, but before he left the market he good fellow's blunder, carried out the joke “proposed” to two widows, offering each by despatching a splendid repast. The a heart full of love and a good home for officer, too amused to make any explana- life, but failing in each case. tion to his servant, merely sent him back at once to buy a bouquet to carry with his

An Indianapolis girl closes a love-letter compliments to the baroness. Success

with: fully accomplishing this feat, the brilliant

“ The ring is round, the dish is square, Auguste was handed a five franc piece

and we'll be married the next State fair. from the lady.

The bell shall ring, the drum shall play, “That wont do," says the honest fellow;

and we'll go dancing all the way. Answer “ I paid thirty francs for the flowers.”

MARY." The difference was made up to him, and he returned to the fort, quite proud at hav.

The people of Nebraska, who are ardent ing so ably discharged his duty.

in their hatred of heresy, hold that when

a minister refuses to call off the sets at a A gentleman was chatting with a little dance, it is sufficient evidence of heretical girl on a railway train, when she suddenly tendencies, and they give him twenty-four looked up in his face and said:

hours in which to leave the district. “ You look like Abraham Lincoln."

“Do I?” said the gentleman. “How Professor Smith said in a lecture in Phildo you know I'm not?”

adelphia last week, that “Flirtation is “He's dead,” with an astonished look sometimes assisted by the use of albumen;" at the questioner; they killed him." but the compositor got the remark into

“Well,” said the gentleman, “ didn't shape in this ruinous fashiou: "Flirtation Abraham Lincoln have a brother ?"

is sometimes arrested by the use of alderThe child looked puzzled for a minute, and then quietly remarked :

'My father saw Abraham Lincoln." "Charley, did you ever hear it said that “ Did he?" said the gentleman.

if you find a four-leaved clover, and put Yes; after he was dead he saw him. it in your shoe, the first lady you walk Did you ever see him ???

with will be your wife ?”' “No," said the gentleman, “I never “No, never heard of it before." saw him."

“Well, I found one this morning, and “ Then," said the child, triumphantly, you are the first one I have walked with. “of course you aint his brother!"

Wonder if it's true."

soon.

men."

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THE COTTAGE.

BY MARY HELEN BOODKY.

Love likes the cottage; there it often dwells
In peace and quiet, weaving precious spells
About the hearts of those who sojourn there,
Filling with blessings all the ambient air,
And wreathing round the hearthstone fadeless flowers
Whose incense grows more sweet as fit the hours.
O happy he whose bosom knows content;
Who deems his years of life not poorly spent
In the unceasing round of daily toil,
His greatest care to keep all free from soil
The pure white conscience by his God bestowed
To warn him of the snares along life's road.
It was my fortune, on a summer eve,
To view a scene that I would fain believe
Has many counterparts on earth; if not,
For lack of words it should not be forgot.
Sink slowly, O Sun, on the western lea!
For dear are thy parting rays to me;
And sweet is the hour of eventide,
When day unto night doth so gently glide;
Soft is the song of the evening breeze-
Musical murmurer amid the trees-
But sweeter by far was the song I heard
When hushed and silent was every bird ;
Sweeter, and softer, and fuller in tone,
Than the voice of air over roses blown.

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Through the open door of a farmer's cot
I saw and heard, yet betrayed it not
By sign or sound, for my heart was stirred,
And eagerly treasured each chanted word.
The farmer's wife was both young and fair,
And the rich waves of her shining hair
Were drawn away from a tender face
That told of every household grace.
Her eyes were veiled by the lashes long,
For she viewed her babe as she sang her song
The rosy, helpless, unconscious child,
That lay on her lap, and, sleeping, smiled.
The sunset light like a halo fell
Around the two, and as in a spell
I looked and listened, well-pleased to hear
The mother's lullaby chanted clear:

“Night is coming, baby darling,

Night is near;
All along the sun's bright pathway

Shades appear.

“ All the flowers in the meadows,

Sweet and fair,
Soon will close their dewy petals

From the air.

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