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THE HOUSEKEEPER.

FRENCH CREAM-CAKE.-Sugar, one teacupful; flour, two teacupfuls; milk, onehalf teacupful; eggs, three; baking-powder, one teaspoonful. Bake like jelly-cake, but have the layers thicker. When done, split open with a sharp knife, and place one above another, having the crust down, with mock cream between each layer, made thus: One pint boiling milk, beat well and stir in two eggs, one cup of sugar, two tablespoonfuls of cornstarch, and lastly add one-half teacupful of butter. This cake is better two or three days old. It makes a very nice dessert.

POTATO PUDDING.-Peel, boil and mash two pounds of potatoes; when ready, take three eggs and well beat them; now gradually add three-quarters of a pint of milk, two or more ounces of moist sugar, and a pinch of powdered allspice; finally, blend the whole well together, and bake for three-quarters of an hour. Serve with or without sweet butter sauce.

NICE MOLASSES COOKIES.-One cup molasses; one-half cup cold water; one-half cup of lard or butter; one heaping teaspoonful of vinegar; one teaspoonful of ginger.

AMERICAN RAISED WAFFLES.-One pint of sweet milk, one heaping teacupful of butter, three eggs, a teaspoonful of thick brewer's yeast, one quart of flour, and another teacupful of sweet milk, in which is dissolved a quarter of a teaspoonful of soda. Let it rise until light, then bake as other waffles. Serve with butter and 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.

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

to put into the pans; let it rise an hour, or until it has risen an inch, and bake two hours. It should be very well baked.

ARROWROOT BISCUIT. - Rub together three-quarters of a pound of sugar, and the same weight of butter, until they rise. Beat three eggs well, and mix with it, then stir in two cups of sifted flour, roll them out thin, cut them with a biscuit-cutter, place them in buttered tins, and bake in a slow oven.

MACCAROONS.-One pound sugar, onequarter pound blanched and pounded almonds, whites of three eggs; sprinkle sugar on paper; drop in little cakes.

GOOD DOUGHNUTS.-Two cups of sugar, two cups of sweet milk, two eggs, one teaspoonful of saleratus, two teaspoonfuls of cream tartar, one teaspoonful ginger, little nutmeg.

GRAPE JAM.-Boil the grapes in just water enough to make them tender, strain them through a colander, then in one pound of pulp put one pound of sugar; boil this half an hour; the common wild grape makes a nice jam.

TO MEND CHINA.-Take a very thick solution of gum arabic in water, and stir into it plaster of Paris until the mixture is of proper consistency. Apply it with a brush to the fractured edges of the china, and stick them together. In three days the articles cannot be broken in the same place. The whiteness of the cement renders it doubly valuable.

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.

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, obedience to orders, strict discipline and stupidity in the old-fashioned military servant is wittily illustrated in a story told in a French paper, at the expense of a captain of the Melun garrison. The officer, who had been invited to dine at a neighboring castle, sent his valet with a note of 66 grets," adding, as the boy started, "Be sure and bring me my dinner, Auguste, when you have left the letter."

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The soldier took the letter to the castle, and was told, of course, "It's all right." "Yes, but I want the dinner," said the lad; "the captain ordered me to bring it back, and I always obey orders."

The baroness being informed of the good fellow's blunder, carried out the joke by despatching a splendid repast. The officer, too amused to make any explanation to his servant, merely sent him back at once to buy a bouquet to carry with his compliments to the baroness. Successfully accomplishing this feat, the brilliant Auguste was handed a five franc piece from the lady.

"That wont do," says the honest fellow; "I paid thirty francs for the flowers."

The difference was made up to him, and he returned to the fort, quite proud at having so ably discharged his duty.

A gentleman was chatting with a little girl on a railway train, when she suddenly looked up in his face and said:

"How

"You look like Abraham Lincoln." "Do I?" said the gentleman. do you know I'm not ?"

"He's dead," with an astonished look at the questioner; 66 they killed him."

66 Well," said the gentleman, "didn't Abraham Lincoln have a brother?"

The child looked puzzled for a minute, and then quietly remarked:

"My father saw Abraham Lincoln." "Did he ?" said the gentleman. "Yes; after he was dead he saw him. Did you ever see him ?"

"No," said the gentleman, "I never saw him."

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"Then," said the child, triumphantly, of course you aint his brother!"

The Detroit Free Press relates that a man named Wilton, sixty-four years of age, from Fayette, O., and the father of nine living children, appeared at the Central Market recently, and took a stool at one of the eating stands. While munching a piece of "huckleberry" pie, he suddenly ceased to chew, and said to the girl in attendance, "My dear, I want to marry; I love you; will you marry me?" She tried to pass the question off as a joke, and asked him if he'd have another fried sausage; and when he implored her to believe that he was in solemn earnest, she said she'd mash a dried-apple pie over his aged head if he didn't go away. He went away, but before he left the market he "proposed to two widows, offering each a heart full of love and a good home for life, but failing in each case.

An Indianapolis girl closes a love-letter with:

"The ring is round, the dish is square, and we'll be married the next State fair. The bell shall ring, the drum shall play, and we'll go dancing all the way. Answer MARY."

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The people of Nebraska, who are ardent in their hatred of heresy, hold that when a minister refuses to call off the sets at a dance, it is sufficient evidence of heretical tendencies, and they give him twenty-four hours in which to leave the district.

Professor Smith said in a lecture in Philadelphia last week, that "Flirtation is sometimes assisted by the use of albumen;" but the compositor got the remark into shape in this ruinous fashion: "Flirtation is sometimes arrested by the use of aldermen."

"Charley, did you ever hear it said that if you find a four-leaved clover, and put it in your shoe, the first lady you walk with will be your wife?"

"No, never heard of it before."

"Well, I found one this morning, and you are the first one I have walked with. Wonder if it's true."

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THE COTTAGE.

BY MARY HELEN BOODEY.

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 flit 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.

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, uneonscious 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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