anaheim-gazette 1875-11-20

ANAHEIM VOL. 6. Mamma's Flower-Girl. When skies are fresh and pearly, Forth goes our little maid. Up in the morning early, In garden-trim arrayed. She flits among the bowers, No bird more blithe or gay. And cills the choicest flowers For dear mamma's bouquet. Her basket soon discloses Sure lilies, painles—see! And dewy Damask roses With spice from Araby. Yet she herself is brighter Than any or the whole, The lilies are not whiter Than darling Minnie's soul! Peterson's Magazine Sam's Near-sighted Sister. "There you are, all right, now; you can't make a mistake. Had you been left to your own devices, I suppose you would have seated yourself in a coal-bin, instead of a car," said brother Sam, laughingly, as he gave me a hurried kiss, and then jumped from the train, while "all aboard! all aboard!" sounded in our ears. The mistakes, which my near-sightedness caused me to make, had long been a subject of mirth in our household. I had once, while threading the mazes of the city, lost my way; and brather Sam, who was always appearing at the most inconvenient of seasons, came up in time to hear me making a touching appeal to a cigar holder in the form of an Indian, Nights taken place during my absence? The sitting-room had a most unfamiliar look. All the furniture was changed. My friends, whom I had been visiting during the past two weeks, were not there! I gazed into the strange faces by which I was surrounded, and found that all eyes, with a puzzled, curious look, were closely scrutinizing me. The room seemed to be swimming around with me. I turned toward the door, exclaiming: "Ben, Ben! Where's Ben?" forgetting, in my bewildered state, to use the formal "Mr." But no "Ben" was visible. Instead, there stood at the door a young man, who now advanced, and bowing to me, remarked: "I must ask your pardon, miss, for I have made a blunder, which has caused all this confusion; but the darkness, and the fact of my being a stranger in the place, must be my apology. I find that I took one young lady to church and have brought another one back. As my acquaintance with Miss Delia is so very slight, and the darkness absolutely precluded my seeing your face, I do not know that I was so very much to blame." The mystery was soon explained. My escort, Mr. Denman, was visiting in the family of Mr. White, and had gone to the lecture in company with Miss Delia White, who had that day returned home from a visit. As the gentleman had had no previous acquaintance with the young lady, in the darkness everything had become mixed; consequently I had home with Mr. Denman, unconsciously leaving her to provide for herself. My new friends were very hospitable. Now I sauntered tired of hearing ter and mirth be alone. I heard a step, was approaching his large straw. "Miss Bessie ing himself do you look like ing your golden "I should life while," I replied very pleasant to obeyed." Command rising upon what a willing He seemed r went on in the compliment. I did not like especially from much better be Delia., Looking glimpse of her Mr. Denman's eye of mine. "She is playbe he," and she does she looks to-day happiness to ad "You think, it is so supremely Certainly," I young ladies have eye of their man entered into the make a mistake. Had you been left to your own devices, I suppose you would have seated yourself in a coal bin, instead of a car," said brother Sam, laughingly, as he gave me a hurried kiss, and then jumped from the train, while "all aboard! all aboard!" sounded in our ears. The mistakes, which my near-sightedness caused me to make, had long been a subject of mirth in our household. I had once, while threading the mazes of the city, lost my way; and brother Sam, who was always appearing at the most inconvenient of seasons, came up in time to hear me making a touching appeal to a cigar holder in the form of an Indian, which stood outside of a store. As the figure, very naturally, paid no attention to my question, I supposed he was hard of hearing, and I elevated my voice accordingly. Sam reported this at home, with additions and variations, and never ceased to teaze me about it, until a still more ridiculous mistake diverted him. On an unlucky evening in summer, wanting some fresh water from the pump, which stood just outside of our door, I took the pitcher, and running out, recklessly seized the hand of a man who was passing, and proceeded to pump it. The stranger stood for a moment, regarding me attentively; then, not comprehending the situation, and supposing that I took him for an acquaintance, he bowed politely and remarked: "I beg your pardon, miss, I think you have made a mistake." Of course, Sam was at the front window, and saw it all, and did not fail to rehearse the scene for months afterwards. Now, I was on my way to visit a schoolmate, who resided on a farm, and Sam declared that if a white-faced cow should meet me at the station, I would probably embrace it, supposing it to be my friend. When the train stopped, however, Susie Laneton was there, punctually, to meet me—and for once Sam was wrong. "Ben is coming home soon," my friend remarked next day. "You never have seen my brother. I want you to be friends." A few days after Ben made his appearance, while we were sitting at the tea table. "A lady is going to deliver a Temperance Lecture, over in Paradise, this evening," remarked Ben, after awhile. "I saw the hand-bill at the depot. What do you all say to going?" "You and Bessie might go," replied Mrs. Laneton, "in the buggy." And so it was managed. A drive of three miles brought us to Paradise. Ben, after helping me out, at the church, proceeded to put his horse under a shed, where the other horses were resting. The small house was crowded to excess. The speaker was calm and earnest, and a goodly harvest of pledges was reaped. Then the crowd surged out. "Excuse me a moment, while I untie the horse and bring him around," said Ben. He disappeared in the darkness, for it had set in to rain; It was a thick, drizzling mist, and you could not see a foot before you. "Very well," said I, and he left me on the porch, with other ladies. Presently I heard a sound of wheels, and straining my eyes, I faintly distinguished the outlines of a horse and buggy. "All ready!" said a voice. "Yes," I replied; and guided by the sound, I stepped out into the misty gloom, and was quickly assisted into the quaintance with Miss Delia is so very slight, and the darkness absolutely precluded my seeing your face, I do not know that I was so very much to blame." The mystery was soon explained. My escort, Mr. Denman, was visiting in the family of Mr. White, and had gone to the lecture in company with Miss Delia White, who had that day returned home from a visit. As the gentleman had had no previous acquaintance with the young lady, in the darkness everything had become mixed; consequently I had gone home with Mr. Denman, unconsciously leaving her to provide for herself. My new friends were very hospitable, insisting upon keeping me until the next day. "It would not do to risk you again on this dark night," said Mr. White, laughing. "You have developed a reckless fancy for running off with strange young men, and there is no knowing whether you would make so good a choice the next time." "I think I deserve some credit for the choice," said Mr. Denman, coming to my rescue with a compliment, and bowing low. "What is to be done about Delia?" asked Mrs. White directly. "Nothing at all," replied her husband. "She has taken care of herself long ago. There is not a family within ten miles of us with whom she is not acquainted. So she is in no danger of suffering for a shelter. But we must send word to Mr. Laneton's, or they will be worrying over the disappearance of their young visitor." Mortified and ashamed, I tried to apologize. "I am forever making some mistake," I said, "owing to my being near-sighted." "I do not think your being near-sighted had anything with your not seeing in the dark," said Mr. Denman, bowing courteously again. "You certainly did as well as I. The fault was mine if any one's." A messenger was dispatched, and in due time returned with the information that Delia had gone home with Ben when it was discovered that both had been jilted. She sent word that she had decided to spend the night at Mr. Laneton's. The next morning was bright and clear, and my friend Susie drove over with Delia White. "So, Bessie," said she, "you jilted brother Ben at the first opportunity. The next time I send you forth with him, or any one, I shall tie you together." This little episode served to make me feel pretty well acquainted with the White family; and as they were old friends of the Laneton's, we young people exchanged visits frequently. Delia was disposed to be quite sociable; and when she came to visit us, Mr. Denman was sure to be the one to drive her over. "Brother Ben" was always my escort when Sue and I went to Mr. White's. Sometimes we would all go in the large family carry all; sometimes Ben and I would go in the buggy, while Susie rode on horseback; and sometimes Ben and I would have the horses, while Susie and some other member of the family would go in the buggy. It was very plain to see what was Susie's idea. She had told me significantly that she wished me to like her brother Ben, and now she was taking every opportunity to throw us into each other's society. "She is playful be," and she does she looks to-day happiness to adhere to "You think," is so supremely "Certainly," "I young ladies have eve of their man entered into the ring?" I started. He so plainly of it ried on so openly not been blind tiring to have even words. He no asked, "Did you not had told you; about it. They stay to the wedding This was cooler me that they wi Why did he not that? Delia had dis ran up, exclaims we want you for us and drawing her him off. Ben took my grass. After co nary topics he are you not going "Certainly," I have succeeded so gracefully but exceedingly pres sure every one s occasion. "Yes," said hecess. You will sh you? This was very fine "I did not know about it." But you musl to come off next get along without ask you to be one "Why are you it?" I inquired. If a fellow caw own wedding wh be?] he exclaims "Your own we the trees seemed ing around." "Yes," said he pose it was? "I—I thought I stammered. Ben laughed ad whistle. "Well; you are I supposed," he is significantly, "I other views for us suppose I was so to Mr. White's? for the pleasure o old gentleman on o lady!" My cheeks burst to reveal what ha this point. But come..." nest, and a goodly harvest of pledges was reaped. Then the crowd surged out. "Excuse me a moment, while I untie the horse and bring him around," said Ben. He disappeared in the darkness, for it had set in to rain; it was a thick, drizzling mist, and you could not see a foot before you. "Very well," said I, and he left me on the porch, with other ladies. Presently I heard a sound of wheels, and, straining my eyes, I faintly distinguished the outlines of a horse and buggy. "All ready!" said a voice. "Yes," I replied; and, guided by the sound, I stopped out into the misty gloom, and was quickly assisted into the buggy. "This is rather a rough night for you," said my escort, "and my horse is so restive that I dared not leave him for a moment to help you." "Oh!" I replied. "I am not easily annoyed, and it is rather fun to be out in the dark and rain. Had it not been for your voice, I should not have been able to find you, for I could not see at all." "No," said my companion. "And we shall have to trust to the instinct of the horse to take us home, for I cannot distinguish the road. They are rather primitive in this little out-of-the-way village," he continued. "Do you consider public speaking a woman's vocation?" I asked, after a little while. "A woman has a right to any vocation which she can discharge well. All women cannot speak in public, but neither can all men; and such had better turn their attention to something else. Private exhortation is the forte of some, writing of others. We each have a gift, and should seek to cultivate it, and use it for the good of our fellow-creatures." I felt rebuked. I had lived to the age of nineteen without once considering what gift I had received which could be cultivated for the benefit of those around me. The novelty of hearing a woman speak in public had brought me out this evening. I had no higher motive. I felt ashamed or myself, and I began to think more highly of Ben. He evidently had loftier views of life, a nobler character than I had supposed at first. "Home again!" said my companion, after much more conversation of this kind; and I could just discern the outlines of a house through the mist. Lights appeared at the door. A boy came forward, saying: "I will take care of the horse," and I followed Ben into the sitting-room. Was I dreaming, or had one of those magic changes described in the Arabian EIM GA SUPPLEMENT. ANAHEIM, CAL., NOVEMBER 20, 1875. my absence? unfamiliar was changed. visiting durnot there! bes by which that all eyes, were closely seemed to be I turned forgetting, the formal Instead, man, who to me, remiss, for I has caused darkness, and anger in the I find that I h and have As my accies so very solutely preI do not to blame." dined. My letting in the had gone to Miss Delia turned home man had had the young had behad gone consciously self. been partners and had come off victorious. Now I santered off by myself. I was tired of hearing voices, tired of the laughter and mirth around me. I wanted to be alone. I was not happy. Suddenly I heard a step. I looked up. Mr. Denman was approaching, fanning himself with his large straw hat. "Miss Bessie!" he exclaimed, throwing himself down on the grass beside me, "you look like a queen; the sun is crowning your golden hair as with jewels." "I should like to play queen for a little while," I replied. "I think it must be very pleasant to have all of one's commands obeyed." "Command me!" said my companion, rising upon one knee. "You shall see what a willing subject you have." I laughed and replied, "I dare not usurp the authority of another sovereign." He seemed not to understand me, but went on in the same strain of playful compliment. I did not like this style of conversation, especially from him. I thought he might much better be saying pretty things to Delia. Looking up just then, I caught a glimpse of her and Ben through the trees. Mr. Denman's eyes followed the direction of mine. "She is playing the queen now," said he, "and she does well. How pretty she looks to-day. There is nothing like happiness to add beauty to any face." "You think, then," I asked, "that she is so supremely happy?" "Certainly," he replied. "Are not most young ladies happy when they are on the eye of their marriage, at least if they have entered into the hand with this finger." I have been rather selfish, but I am going to do better." "You have not been selfish, one bit," replied Susie. "But they insist on having me at home, now, and I must go." "Well, then," said I, "I will give you up for only a little while. You must come back some time before my wedding. You know you are to be my bridemaid." "I declare, Bess," broke in Sam, "you are getting more and more near-sighted! Susie is not going to be your bridemaid, for she will be acting a conspicuous part in a little drama at home, about that time; and we will all go together on our wedding trip." I blushed at my own stupidity, then kissed the bride elect, and finally, burst into tears because everything had turned out just as I wished, although I had not planned it. One evening in June, Paul Denman and I were pronounced man and wife. Brother Sam remained to my wedding, as he said he wished to be sure that I did not run away with the wrong man. But the next morning he went to Paradise, was married the day after, and then from there he and his wife joined us at Albany, and we took our trip to Niagara together.—Peterson's Magazine. Ferguson's Biscnits. Ferguson took it into his head in his wife's absence the other day that he wanted a plate of nice warm biscuits for tea. There being no mother-in-law, or any other female about the premises, Ferguson also made up his mind that he would be for once entirely independent. THE FIRESIDE. Home Conversational Training. There is no nation more fluent in conversation than the American. The French are more voluble, perhaps, their language permitting greater rapidity of pronunciation than the English. Our best conversationalists are not rapid talkers. One trouble with us is, each one likes to do all the talking; therefore Americans are not good listeners. But mere talking is not conversation. In almost all home circles there is much talking done during the day, but we fear there are few who do not reserve their most brilliant conversational powers for other assemblages than the home group. Many a father comes home tired; he has worked hard and talked a great deal, told amusing anecdotes and displayed much wit. He has come home to rest. He takes out his paper and is soon oblivious to everything around him. Wife would like to tell him many of the little harassing afflictions of the day, and would like to hear some of his interesting experiences, but if he were a deaf mute he could not be more silent, only an occasional grunt answering her many attempts at conversation; and the children, except the good-night kiss, and often not even that, are not noticed. Such a home, whether the abode of wealth or otherwise, cannot be a healthy or happy one. As a parallax, draw around the evening lamp of another home circle. The father tells the anecdotes from the paper as he reads them; the mother As my account is very so very minutely pre-defined to blame. I did not like this style of conversation, especially from him. I thought he might much better be saying pretty things to Delia. Looking up just then, I caught a glimpse of her and Ben through the trees. Mr. Denman's eyes followed the direction of mine. "She is playing the queen now," said he, "and she does it well. How pretty she looks to-day. There is nothing like happiness to add beauty to any face." "You think, then," I asked, "that she is so supremely happy?" "Certainly," he replied. "Are not most young ladies happy when they are on the eve of their marriage, at least if they have entered into the bond with the right feeling?" I started. He never had spoken to me so plainly of it before. It had been carried on so openly, that, of course, I had not been blind to it; but it is always starting to have even facts put into plain words. He noticed my surprise and asked, "Did you not know it? I thought they had told you; they are all so pleased about it. They will certainly wish you to stay to the wedding." This was cool conceit indeed! To tell me that they were so pleased about it! Why did he not leave it to others to say that? Delia had discovered us now, and she ran up, exclaiming, "come, Mr. Denman, we want you for another game of croquet," and, drawing her arm through his, she led him off. Ben took my companion's place on the grass. After conversing awhile on ordinary topics, he said, suddenly, "Bessie, are you not going to congratulate me?" "Certainly," I replied, "I think you have succeeded admirably. The flags are so gracefully hung, and the grounds look exceedingly pretty and inviting. I am sure every one seems to be enjoying the occasion." "Yes," said he, absently, "it is a success. You will stay to the wedding, won't you?" This was very abrupt, and I replied that "I did not know, I had not thought much about it." "But you must stay," he urged. "It is to come off next month, and we cannot get along without you. Delia is going to ask you to be one of the bridesmaids." "Why are you so deeply interested in it?" I inquired. If a fellow can't be interested in his own wedding, who in the world should be? He exclaimed. "Your own wedding!" I echoed, while the trees seemed to be dancing and whirling around. "Yes," said he, "whose did you suppose it was?" "I—I thought it was Mr. Denman's," I stammered. Ben laughed again, then gave a low whistle. Well, you are more near-sighted than I supposed," he said, and then he added, significantly: "I think Mr. Denman has other views for himself. Why did you suppose I was so constantly running over to Mr. White's? Did you suppose it was for the pleasure of conversing with the old gentleman, or to make love to the old lady!" My cheeks burned, and I did not care to reveal what had been my thoughts on this point. But come," said he, "I think their Ferguson's Bisenits. Ferguson took it into his head in his wife's absence the other day that he wanted a plate of nice warm biscuits for tea. There being no mother-in-law, or any other female about the premises, Ferguson also made up his mind that he would be for once entirely independent of woman's invaluable assistance and make the biscuits himself. So he built up a rousing fire, rolled up his sleeves, tied on one of his wife's aprons, and stove into the flour barrel, made ready, and then commenced vigorously kneading the sticky conglomeration of flour, water, etc. He was just meditating to himself what an easy job it was, to be sure, what child's play woman's work was, etc., when Johnny, his youngest hopeful poked his head into the door and yelled: "Dad, the chimney on fire!" Ferguson didn't stop to consider that he had a pint of dough hanging on each fist, but grabbed a pail and rushed out to the pump, filled it with water, climbed to the top of the house, and after nearly suffocating to death from the smoke, managed to extinguish the flames, having torn a good-sized triangle rent in his best breeches on the projecting eave-trough, and left a generous amount of dough on the floor, door-knob, pump, and nearly all the way up to the chimney. He then returned to the kneading-board, but while in the act of rolling the dough into biscuits, and tucking them in at the sides, as he had seen his wife do, he was startled by an unearthly yell from the pantry. In his haste to ascertain what could be the matter in that direction, he knocked his tin of biscuit (bottom side up, of course) on the floor. With an imprecation he rushed to the pantry and there behold Johnny standing on tip-toe on a stool, and holding over his head an inverted pan, which he had just tipped up in the eager expectancy of filling his stomach and pockets with some of those delicious ginger-snaps, which he had silently observed his mother bake that very morning. But, alas! instead of the much coveted cookies, he pulled down upon his devoted head a pan full of—milk! and stood screaming lustily, while the skimmed extract of cow streamed down his frightened countenance, mingled with his tears and running down his neck and legs. To add to his discomfiture his stern parent, who was not even provoked to laugh at the ridiculous object before him, grasped him by the coat collar, and placing him across his knee gently, administered to a well calloused region a series of energetic slaps. At this stage of affairs, Ferguson's better-half appeared on the scene, drove the two from the house with the broomstick, cleared up the musss, and set things to right generally. Ferguson now says that it is easy enough for him to make biscuits, but he considers it beneath his dignity as a man to fool with work that properly belongs to a woman—Danbury News. Such a home, whether the abode of wealth or otherwise, cannot be a healthy or happy one. As a parallax, draw around the evening lamp of another home circle. The father tells the anecdotes from the paper as he reads them; the mother laughs her sweet, low laugh, and the children burst into merry ha! ha'! To watch them as they ask questions and listen to the answers and patient explanations,the wonderment interest and thought imprinted on their young faces is a picture for an artist. This home education is a heritage more valuable than land or money; and one beautiful recompense in life is that in making others happy we bring happiness to ourselves.—Baltimore American. SALT-RISING BREAD.—I have a little knowledge concerning the making of salt-rising bread, which I hope may be as beneficial to others as it has been to me. The morning before the bread is to be made take one tablespoonful of fresh corn meal and one teaspoonful of new milk; on this pour a half teacup of boiling water; let this mixture stand until the next morning in some warm place, like the tin oven of a cook stove; then stir a pint of warm water and flour together,and when of the right consistency stir in the meal mixture,and if the flour is good and the meal fresh the risings will be up or running over in an hour or in two hours and a half at the longest. When light and ready to sponge have ready sifted flour,into which pour about a half a pint of boiling water,scalding a little of the flour;then add cold water until cool enough for the risings;stirring them thoroughly into the flour.After sponging one-half or three-quarters of an hour mold into loaves.I much prefer water to milk for wetting the flour,and to housekeepers who have their milk to try this way seems best. OATMEAL BREAKFAST CAKE.—For a common oblong baking-tin (8 by 12 inches),take one-half pint of "B" oatmeal and one gill of "A" oatmeal(Akron),and add three gills of water;mix well,pour into the pan(olled),shake down level,bake from twenty to thirty minutes,或 until browned both at top and bottom;cut with a sharp knife into two-inch squares,and serve warm.To bake in a spider,make one-fourth of an inch thick,cover close and bake fifteen minutes.它 should never be more than half an inch thick.The best way is to use the same pan all the time,或 in any case,know how much will be necessary to make it right depth in whatever pan you use。它 is not necessary to brown it—some people prefer it softer If Canada or Scotch oatmeal be used,take equal parts oatmeal and water. CURRANTS AND THEIR USES.—No fruit yields more bountifully when well cultivated,或will endure more neglect than currants,但when the ground is kept free from weeds by hoeing,和a good firm surface fully little "I—I thought it was Mr. Denman's," I stammered. Ben laughed again, then gave a low whistle. "Well, you are more near-sighted than I supposed," he said, and then he added, significantly, "I think Mr. Denman has other views for himself. Why did you suppose I was so constantly running over to Mr. White's? Did you suppose it was for the pleasure of conversing with the old gentleman, or to make love to the old lady?" My cheeks burned, and I did not care to reveal what had been my thoughts on this point. "But come," said he. "I think their game of croquet must be over now, and it is nearly supper-time." We met Mr. Denman and Delia, who were coming to look for us, and now we exchanged partners. "I suppose Ben has been seeking your congratulations," said Mr. Denman, after awhile. "I don't know but I was rather premature in my remarks; but I thought you knew all about it. What did you think?" "I thought," said I, "that you were to be Delia's bridegroom." "I!!" exclaimed Mr. Denman. "Why, Bessie, have you so entirely misunderstood me! I had hoped to be your bridegroom." Some little time after this, we heard voices calling us, "Bessie! Bessie! where are you?" "Mr. Denmar, do come to super!" And a merry crowd burst upon us, and dragged us from our hiding place. Paul Denman and I remained to Delia's wedding. He was groomsman, and I was bridesmaid. Then we all took our way to the city; the newly wedded pair on their bridal trip; Paul and I to our respective homes; Susie going with me to make her promised visit. Paul Denman, of course, was a frequent guest at our house. I rather dreaded Sam's teasing propensities, and at first I found him somewhat inconvenient; but he soon subsided and left us undisturbed. I knew this cessation of hostilities was owing to Susie. She had no much tact, and coervived so kindly to keep him out of our way. After awhile I began to fear that I was neglecting her; but when I apologized about it, she smiled so amiably, and begged me not to worry, "as she could take care of herself," in one own words, that my good relations melted away, and I continued as before. The winter sped on rapidly. Spring came. Then Susie began to talk of going home. "Oh, I cannot spare you!" I replied. "I should mix you drunkenly." I knew to add to his discontinuity his stern parent, who was not even provoked to laugh at the ridiculous object before him, grasped him by the coat collar, and placing him across his knee; gently administered to a well calloused region a series of energetic slaps. At this stage of affairs, Ferguson's better-half appeared on the scene, drove the two from the house with the broomstick, cleared up the muss, and set things to right generally. Ferguson now says that it is easy enough for him to make biscuits, but he considers it beneath his dignity as a man to fool with work that properly belongs to a woman.—Danbury News. Old Virginian Hospitality. I remember a case in which a neighbor of my own, a very wealthy gentleman whose house was always open and always full of guests, dying, left each of his children a plantation. To the eldest son, however, he gave the home estate, worth three or four times as much as any of the other plantations, and with it he gave the young man also a large sum of money. But he charged him with the duty of keeping open house there at all times, and directed that the household affairs should be conducted always precisely as they had been during his own life-time; and the charge well nigh outweighed the inheritance. The new master of the place lived in Richmond, where he was engaged in manufacturing, and after the death of the father the old house stood tenantless, but open as before. Its troop of softly shod servants swept and dusted and polished as of old. Breakfast, dinner and supper were laid out every day at the accustomed hours, under the old butler's supervision, and as the viands grew cold his silent subordinates waited, trays in hand, at the back of the empty chairs during the full time appointed for each meal. I have stopped there for dinner, tea or to spend the night, many a time, in company with one of the younger sons, who lived elsewhere, or with some relation of the family, or alone, as the case may be, and I have sometimes met others there. But our coming or not was a matter of indifference. Guests knew themselves always welcome, but whether guests came or not the household affairs suffered no change. The destruction of the house by fire finally lifted this burden from its owner's shoulders, as the will did not require him to rebuild. But while it stood its master's large inheritance was of very small worth to him—Alanik. Owen has 1,000 Granges in operation. CURRANTS AND THEIR USES.—No fruit yields more bountifully when well cultivated, or will endure more neglect than currants, but when the ground is kept free from weeds by hoeing, and a good dressing of manure applied about the roots in autumn, the fruit is so much enlarged as often to be taken for a new and improved variety. Old bushes are almost worthless to transplant, and are soon outstripped by those raised from thrifty cuttings, which commence to bear a little the second season after setting. It is said if the buds (three or four) are removed from that portion of the cutting set beneath the soil, that they will not snucker. It may seem almost superfluous to offer any suggestions with regard to the uses of so common a fruit as the currant. To make pocket mucilage, boil one pound of the best white glue and strain very clear; boil also four ounces of isinglass, and mix the two together; place them in a water bath (glue kettle) with half a pound of white sugar, and evaporate till the liquid is quite thick, when it is to be poured into molds; dried and cut into pieces of convenient size. This immediately dissolves in water, and fastens papers very firmly. COW BREAD.—Sour milk, a quart; two eggs; soda, two teaspoonfuls; molasses, four teaspoonfuls; salt; meal. Into the milk mix the meal and mozzarella to a thin batter, beat the eggs, dissolve the soda in water, add a little salt, stir all into thin batter, bake it in pans in a hot oven. POTATO Cakes.—Take mashed potatoes, flour, a little salt, and melted butter—to make them sweet, add a little powdered leaf sugar; mix with just enough milk to make the paste stiff enough to roll; make it the size and thickness of a muffin; and bake quickly. A mixture of chloride of lime in water to which a little sorter acid has been added is among the many rottings recommended to remove ink stains from linen. VAN SAMSONE—Chap equal quantities of lime wet and fat pork; a handful of egg; a little salt; heat all in a mortar and mill out like doughnuts and fry them. GAZETTE. INTERNATIONAL TRAINING. Ination more fluent in continent American. The French perhaps, their language her rapidity of pronunciation. Our best convernot rapid talkers. One is, each one likes to do therefore Americans are But mere talking is. In almost all home much talking done during fear there are few who do most brilliant conversaother assemblages than Many a father comes has worked hard and real, told amusing anecyed much wit. He has rest. He takes out his oblivious to everything life would like to tell him he harassing afflictions would like to hear some experiences, but if he he could not be more occasional grunt answerempts at conversation; except the good-night at even that, are not nowhether the abode of rise, cannot be a healthy parallax, draw around of another home circle. the anecdotes from the ads them; the mother AN Episode at the Mechanica' Fair. The following amusing description of a visit to the Mechanics' Fair of one uninitiated in the mysteries of the telegraph is from the Mechanics' Fair Daily, and will be appreciated by those versed in electrical phenomena: Had the consequence been foreseen, it might have been avoided. And had it been avoided, our reporter would have still been "moody." As it happened, it is recorded and must so go before the public. He was rather above the medium height, and the limbs of his pants and the sleeves of his coat were evidently intended for a person of smaller stature. His boots were just to the contrary, and his hat—well, his hat was a dilapidated "stovepipe." When he entered the pavilion, it was noticed that he was somewhat bewildered. He stood as if transfixed, for a time, and gazed about him with manifest wonderment. The great fountain was playing, and while his eyes were fixed intent upon the topmost spray, his hands were gracefully folded under his coat-tail. He finally seemed to comprehend the situation, and started on his tour of inspection. He examined everything with the closest scrutiny. The aligator at H. Grubber's stand was an object of intense interest to him. It was noticed that while he looked upon it, his chin was seen to drop and his eyes distand as though he anticipated an immediate attack; and when he had got several yards away, he was observed casting divers suspicious glances in the direction of that amphibious animal. But when he Ninger's Wealth. The will of Isaac M. Singer, the inventor of the Singer sewing machine, in contested in the Surrogate's Court of Westchester County by his second wife, Mrs.Mary Ann Singer, known as Mary Ann Foster. At the preliminary hearing before Surrogate Coffin, at White Plains, on Tuesday, Rauben W. Van Pelt, of Yankees, appeared for the constant. The opposing counsel were John K. Porter and Charles O'Conor, representing Mrs. Isabella Singer, the widow named in the will, and J. C. Carter of this city, on behalf of David Hawley, of Youkens, the surviving executor. The amount involved is stated to exceed $10,000,000. The testator, by his will, divides his real and personal estates into sixty equal portions for convenience of distribution, and apportions them as follows: To his wife, Isabella Engenia, four portions; to his son Adam Mortimer, six portions; to his daughter Winanetta Engenia, five portions; to his son Washington Merritt, six portions; to his son Paris Engenc, six portions; to his daughter Isabel Buncha, six portions; to his five children born of Mary McGeniagal, called Matthews, of San Francisco, California, ten portions; to his daughter Alice, born of Mary E. Walton, in this city, two portions; to seven of his children born of Mary Foster (the constant), ten portions. He does not leave any of his estate to his daughter Violette Thrasseus, wife of William P. Proctor, as she has acquired a fortune through her husband. whether the abode of noise, cannot be a healthy parallax, draw around another home circle. The anecdotes from the leads them; the mother low laugh, and the to merry ha! ha's! To ask questions and liases and patient explanation, interest and thought young faces is a picture. This home education is valuable than land or beautiful recompense in making others happy we ourselves.—Baltimore HEAD.—I have a little thing the making of salt. I hope may be as benign as it has been to me. The bread is to be teaspoonful of fresh corn boonful of new milk; on cup of boiling water; on stand until the next warm place, like the stove; then stir a pint and flour together, and consistency stir in the flour is good and risings will be up or hour or in two hours longest. When light image have ready sifted pour about a half a liter, scalding a little of cold water until coolages, stirring them thorough. After sponging quarters of an hour mold with prefer water to milk milk, and to housekeepers to try this way seems KPAST CAKE.—For a baking-tin (8 by 12 half pint of "B" oatmeal oatmeal (Akron), and water; mix well, pour oil), shake down level, into thirty minutes, or at top and bottom; knife into two-inch warm. To bake in a fourth of an inch thick, five fifteen minutes. It more than half an inch way is to use the same or in any case, know necessary to make it whatever pan you use. Why to brown it—some softer. If Canada or issued, take equal parts MEIRK USES.—No fruit fully when well cultivated more neglect than the ground is kept hoeing, and a good tain was playing, and while his eyes were fixed intent upon the topmost spray, his hands were gracefully folded under his coat-tail. He finally seemed to comprehend the situation, and started on his tour of inspection. He examined everything with the closest scrutiny. The alligator at H. Gruber's stand was an object of intense interest to him. It was noticed that while he looked upon it, his chin was seen to drop and his eyes distand as though he anticipated an immediate attack; and when he had got several yards away, he was observed casting divers suspicious glances in the direction of that amphibious animal. But when he reached the telegraph stand of Heald's Business College, it was apparent that he had met an object that was of curious interest to him. When questioned by our reporter, he said that he had "chance times heard of them things, but this here one was the first that Providence had permitted him to look at." And then the sounder went click-click-a-click, and he turned round with a start, held his hands up as if in awe, and listened attentively. There was no one in the office at the time, and as he listened to the monotonous click, click, click, it was evident that his mind was grappling with the problem, how that thing could be making such sounds without any visible operating force. Acquaintance, however, begot familiarity in him, and familiarity, boldness; so he pushed his head through the window, and gazed long and silently at the little apparatus, that was constantly going click, click, click. This done, he wandered around to the side, where the register sits on the counter, and watched with childish interest its maneuvers. Suddenly drawing himself up to his full height—his countenance assuming an expression that indicated a determination to comprehend this mystery—the drew close to the side of the counter, and resting his elbows thereon, reached forth his hands and took firm hold of the small gilt railing, evidently intending to fix himself in a comfortable position, when—"Holy Moses!" he cried, and his feet flew from under him, his knees quaked, his features were awfully contorted, and his arms wrenched most fearfully, but still he kept a fast hold of that little railing. "Gosh! Booh!" he shouted, and yet he did not loose his hold. "Oh, you darned spirits that keep up that informal rappin'," he continued—and he continued his hold. Great drops of mental agony stood boldly out upon his forehead, and every muscle in his brawny frame seemed snarled and kept up a ceaseless twitching—and he still held on. "Oh! Mary Jones, my own dear wife, you'll have to milk the cows yourself from this en;" and he looked imploringly in the direction of the reporter who had now emerged from his seclusion. "Captain," says he, "I'll never be able to tell my young'uns what I see at the Fair," and the briny tears trickled down his fast paling face. "The spirits has got me, and it won't be long 'till the cor'ner will be peel'in me." This was more than the sympathetic heart of the reporter could endure, and he quietly turned a thumb-screw, and the stricken man rolled upon the floor. He had hold of the poles of the galvanic battery—simply this and nothing more. Recovery was sudden; so was his exit at the door; and the last heard of him, he was aboard the train, bound FARRAGUT AT TEN. I preached one Sunday in the parlors at Long Branch. The war was over, and Admiral Farragut and his family were spending the summer at the Branch. Sitting on the portico of the hotel on Monday morning, he said to me, "Would you like to know how I was enabled to serve my country? It was all owing to a resolution I formed when I was ten years of age. My father was sent down to New Orleans, with the little navy we then had, to look after the treasury of Burr. I accompanied him as cabin-boy. I had some qualities that I thought made a man of me. I could swear like an old salt; could drink as stiff a glass of grog as if I had doubled Cape Horn; and could smoke like a logomotive. I was great at cards and food for gaming in every shape. At the close of dinner, one day, my father turned everybody out of the cabin, locked the door, and said to me: 'David, what do you want to be?' I mean to follow the sea.' Follow the seal Yes, be a poor, miserable, drunken sailor before the mast, kicked and cuffed about the world, and die in some fever hospital in a foreign clime.' No,' I said.' I'll tread the quarter-deck with such principles as you have, and such habits as you exhibit. You'd have to change your whole course of life if you ever become a man.' My father left me and went on deck. I was stunned by the rebuke and oviewhelmed with mortification.' A poor, miserable, drunken sailor before the mast, kicked and cuffed about the world, MERIT USES.—No fruit fully when well cultivated more neglect than the ground is kept hoeing, and a good apple applied about the fruit is so much ennobled taken for a new and Old bushes are almost untouched, and are soon outlived from thrifty cuttance to bear a little the setting. It is said that four are removed of the cutting set be they will not sucker. Superfluous to offer regard to the uses it as the currant. mucilage, boil one white glue and strain four ounces of inain two together; place (glue kettle) with white sugar, and evapoquite thick, when it molds, dried and cutient size. This imminent water, and fastens milk, a quart; two spoonfuls; molasses, salt; meal. the meal and moor, beat the eggs, disater, add a little salt,ker, bake it in pans in Take mashed potato, and melted but sweet, add a little corn—mix with just the paste stiff enough line and thickness of quickly. potash of lime, in wassatic acid has been many recollections ink stains from Chay equal quantifat pork, a handful heat all in a marble glanin and dry them. ANOTHER ENTRAGEDIMARY BRIDGE.—Another bold engineering enterprise is about to be undertaken in France, at Lyons. It is that of an iron bridge to connect the plateau of Fonviers with that of the Croix-Bonnez, which are two heights at a distance of 1,000 feet from each other. This arcline bridge will consist of three spans, the central one of 450 feet and two others of 250 feet each, resting on open iron columns in a line with the houses on the quays. The platform of the bridge will be 220 feet above the road, and nearly 170 feet above the human. In a majority of cases, the mounting of an fault direct man's attention to what they would otherwise hardly notice, besides the malformed whiten to strike, furnished spots for the thoughtless, and degrades a man to the level of his unfit. the sea.' Follow the seal. Yes, he a poor, miserable, drunken sailor before the mast, kicked and cuffed about the world, and die in some fever hospital in a foreign clime.' No,' I said. Tread the quarter deck and command as you do.' No, David; no boy ever trod the quarter-deck with such principles as you have, and such habits as you exhibit. You'd have to change your whole course of life if you ever become a man.' My father left me and went on deck. I was stunned by the rebukes and overwhelmed with mortification. 'A poor, miserable, drunken sailor before the mast, kicked and cuffed about the world, and to die in some fever hospital! That's my fate, is it? I'll change my life, and change it at once. I will never utter an oath. I'll never drink another drop of intoxicating liquor. I will never gamble.' And as God is my witness, I have kept those three vows to this hour. Shortly after I became a Christian. That set settled my temporal as it settled my eternal destiny."—Leaves from the Tree of Life. WOMEN IN THE GARDEN.—However aghast some "fine ladies" may regard the idea of working in the garden, I consider it one of the most wholesome means of exercise within our reach. Wholomma, especially, because we have an object—and an interesting one in taking this exercise—the growth of flowers and plants. Before commencing work in the garden, put on a pair of worn out gloves, a broad brimmed sun-hat and a pair of good stout boots—if not about, then wear a pair of this overshoe. The companion of the soil is very liable to produce a "wold." Don't be afraid that the labor will hurt you, even if you become very tired; on the contrary, it will strengthen you, give you may chants, and may add years to your life. There is not a spring that I do not spend two weeks at least at work in the garden, and I tell you that to me there is nothing so agreeable. I may say fascinating; and this feeling is doubled when I see the fine flowers and good vegetation growing, and put them on the table from my own handwork—MARGAREY, in Garrisonian Telegraph. Two hundred Hinden pilgrims were recently drowned at the Mahkingen shrine on the Thames valley, by the sudden flooding of the dry land of simulate current in which they were lifesaving for the night. Queens things are done in St. Louis counts.' When a revenue officer is convicted of conning with the whisky ring in defand the government, they give him the freedom of the city!