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HINTS FOR THE HOUSEHOLD.
of cold water, pepper and salt. Joints to be boiled may be put Put the mutton with the grits into hot or cold water. If liked and seasoning into a stewpan to under-dressed, plunge them into simmer, and skim it frequently. boiling water, which shuts in the After an hour put in the vegetajuices; but the general way is to bles, and let all simmer another put the meat into cold water, and hour or more.
The broth can be let it slowly come to a boil. The thickened with oatmeal: plenty of under-dressed way makes the bread should be eaten with it. meat more nutritious, and it goes farther; the cold-water way makes
BEEF BROTI. pot liquor, because the juices of Take some beef bones, 3 or 4 of the meat boil out. This pot quarts of cold water, some crusts liquor will make, with a little ad. of bread or hard biscuits, a few dition, good soup. We think the blades of mace or other spice, some cold-water way best. But then, marigold flowers, or a bunch of it must be boiled gently, and not parsley, pepper, and salt. Crack fast, and never let stop simmering. the beef bones into pieces, put Just before the pot boils, the scum them into the cold water to simwill rise to the top of the water; mer, beside a slow fire : skim occait must be skimmed off, or it will sionally. In au hour's time add fall back on the meat, and make it the other things; and after two look very nasty. The cook must hours more, a good broth will be keep on lifting the lid every now ready, which may be served with and then, and skimming the seum bread or boiled rice and potatoes. off; but the lid must be kept on all the time she is not skimming
BROKEN-BREAD PUDDINGS. the pot. The fire for boiling must Take scraps of bread, crust or not be a great fire, as for roasting, crumb, no matter how stale, milk, but a moderate and gentle one. 2 or 3 table-spoonfuls of chopped Salt meat takes longer boiling suet, an egg or two, sugar and than fresh meat-twenty minutes salt. Break up the bread into to a quarter of an hour a pound small pieces, and put it into a is required for boiling it. The deep pie-dish greased; cover it time of boiling is a quarter of an with as much boiling milk as will hour per pound from the time it soak it, in which has been stirred actually boils.
the suet, sugar, and salt; when
nearly cold, pour over the top the MUTTON BROTH.
eggs beaten up; mix all well toTake 2 lbs. of mutton, 2 table-gether with a spoon, smooth the spoonfuls of grits, 2 or 3 onions, top, put a few pieces of dripping 3 or 4 turnips, oatmeal, 3 quarts or butter on it.
BOOKS RECEIVED. The Mothers' Illustrated Penny Almanac, for 1872.-The Pearl Almanac, for 1872.-Illustrated Leaflets for Mothers, in assorted packets|(Book Society).—Pithy Sayings.—Child's Companion (Religious Tract Society). — Old Jonathan (Collingridge). - Beeton's Penny Cookery Book (Ward & Co.).—Sunday School Times (Clarke & Co.). — A Voice to Mothers (Shaw & Co.). - Poor and Happy (Seeley).
I HAVE sometimes said to myself, “There is no weariness like a mother's.” But I suppose men would
pooh! pooh! and think, "Ah! silly creature, if you had only the care of our business !"Still, they have never been mothers. The work of tending and training
children, although so important, yields but slow apparent results; and it does sometimes beget in one a restless desire for what we call a “great work,” and a wish to satisfy our hearts with a little present success. This patient, silent endurance behind the great scenes, preparing the figures for appearance when those now acting on the world's stage shall have dropped quietly below the foot-lights, is so wearying, with so little present reward, that we cannot wonder that mothers' hearts do sometimes grow sad and faint.
My story is from the life of a pastor's wife, in a region where life was largely made up of inconveniences, a great deal of hard work, a great deal of advice from the deacons' wives, and upon all, the blessing of the “full quiver."
At that time the work of foreign missions was comparatively in its infancy; and a returned missionary was a person much sought after.
Mrs. Vinton, the celebrated mission labourer, had just returned from Burmah, and was visiting some Churches in our VOL. VIII. No. 11.
neighbourhood; and my husband, with his usual zeal, was anxious to have her visit our Church, to revive the sympathies of our people in missionary work. One day, he came hurrying into the house and handed me a letter, saying, “She has promised to come.”
Without stopping to read it, I said,"Is she coming to our house?” “Why, yes," he said ; "didn't I tell you she was coming to give us one or two addresses to arouse the interest of our Church in missionary work? She is just home on a visit from her great mission field, and is thrilling large audiences with her pathos and eloquence." And here he waxed warm with the energy of his subject.
My good husband, his sympathy was largely with his work; and he had forgotten my overtasked frame, and that one of our children just then was very sickly. But he had given her the invitation, and as best I could, I must endeavour to welcome her with Christian hospitality. How well I remember my brooding about her visit! What a great work she was doing, how successful she had been, and how much people were praising her on all sides! What a brilliant career, mixed with but few trials ! . These thoughts, hurrying through my brain, contrasted sadly with. the view I took of my own position. My humble means, scantilyspread table, my few efforts for Christ mostly interfering with my home duties; and then, last, I thought of that ailing boy. He had been ill with whooping-cough for three months. We had several times despaired of his life ; and latterly I had been obliged to give up everything, and carry him in my arms almost continually. I had hoped to be of some service in the Church of God; but how different my work from hers ! And again my mind ran suddenly from a poor, tired, over-worked pastor's wife, to a very successful missionary, home on a visit, and praised in all the Churches. I am afraid that I had some hard thoughts of God; but I prayed for submission and contentment, and arranged my household for her coming.
When she came, she more than answered my previous ideas of her. She was a tall, commanding woman, very tastefully attired. Her hair, which was freely sprinkled with grey, was so dressed as to give her an Eastern appearance, and, withal, a majesty I could not but admire. During the evening, she told us something of her work; of years of teaching; of hundreds converted; of Churches and schools formed. It did indeed seem as if the Spirit had descended in almost pentecostal blessing.
On the evening appointed for her address to our people, every one was eager to hear her; and as I sat at the parsonage window, and saw crowds press into the church, I wondered if any would be as impatient in staying at home as I was.
The next morning I was feeling very far from rested, as was often the case. I tried to be as cheerful as possible, because of my visitor : but I need scarcely have made the effort; for her face
and whole bearing were so calm and placid that I felt rested as I sat in company with her. She drew her chair near to mine, and took out of a small bag a piece of plain knitting-work, which she said she “kept to fill up odd moments." As I think of her now, and hear the pleasant click of those needles, I seem to recover a portion of the soothing they gave me then. Presently, after looking very kindly at me, and then at my boy, she said, "I have been reminded of a part of my life in Burmah so many times since I have stayed with you."
“Indeed !” I said; and my heart stood still for a moment, and I wondered what in my weary life could remind her of such cheering success in God's work.
Seeing my surprise, she said, “During a part of my life in the jungle, one of my children fell sick with cough and a sort of jungle fever, and remained so for two years; and I had to tend and care for him so long, and the climate so increased the care, that at last I said, in rebellion, Why not take me to Himself ?”
I looked at her with a feeling that no words could convey, and renewed the conversation in only very broken sentences. How rebuked I felt for all the thoughts which I had indulged! In the midst of peril and the company of entire strangers, she had endured a trial similar to my own, and of far greater duration. How foolish for me to suppose that the trials of other Christians were less than my own! How we murmur sometimes, and our hearts become restless, when we ought to be trusting in the goodness of our God! Then, immediately after, how strengthened I felt! Who knows, I thought, but God may be preparing me for a time of labour and abundant reward ? I took up my burden, and it seemed to have lost half its weight at once.
Mrs. Vinton passed from my household, and went back to her great work. But the lesson she taught me has left its fragrance yet. I am much older now; the almond-tree has blossomed, and those that look out of the windows are dim. My children, instead of being a burden, are part of them, in their turn, bearing the burdens of life; and others are where they are learning why all burdens are sent. But even now I am glad to go back and study that early lesson afresh.
Tired mother, will it be of any service to you ?
HERE A LITTLE, AND THERE A LITTLE.-Impressions are made on children, as on rocks, by a constant dropping of little influences. What can one drop do? You scarcely see it fall; and presently it rolls away, or is evaporated; you cannot, even with a microscope, measure the little indentation that it has made. Yet it is the constant repetition of this trifling agency which furrows, and, at length, hollows out, even granite itself.
THE ORPHAN IN THE FAMILY: "A Father of the fatherless is God in His holy habitation. He setteth
the solitary in families.”—Psalm lxviii. 5, 6. HOSE who have read M. de Liefde's interesting book
on the Charities of Europe, will remember his description of a visit to Neukirchen, near Moers, where a simple, strongly-built, two-storeyed house, set in a garden, is the nucleus of the “Society for the Education of Poor