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enable them to utilize to the best advantage the food resources of whatever spot they may be in, and out of common and perhaps despised material to make a pretty, an appetizing, and a wholesome dish, is the problem which Mrs. Helen Campbell has solved in a little manual which she styles The Easiest Way of Housekeeping and Cooking.” While going over much of the ground that Miss Parloa covers, common to all good receipt or cook books, Mrs. Campbell has aimed to make her suggestions and lessons available for any part of the country. She seeks to develop in young housekeepers a reliance on their own resources, and the ability to make much out of little, instead of remaining mere copyists, who can do nothing that is not prescribed, and who are helpless unless they can lay their hands on every delicacy and every convenience. The first part of her book treats of the situation and arrangement of the house, of ventilation, drainage, and water supply, of the daily routine of household work, of fires and lights and things to work with, of washing-day and cleaning house, and of food, condiments, and vegetables. The second part is devoted to marketing and cooking, and in connection with the last are given several hundred practical receipts, which are based neither on a parsimony that is niggardly nor a luxury that is extravagant.
15 The Easiest Way of Housekeeping and Cooking. Adapted to Domestic Use or Study in Classes. By HKLEN CAMPłońe 16mo, pp. 283. New York: Fords, Howard, and ulbert.
It is impossible to speak of the novels of the month with anything like enthusiasm. With the exception of The Glen of Silver Birches,” a bright and clever Irish story, by E. Owens Blackburne, and Lenor Dare,” an equally clever tale, by Virginia F. Townsend, based on incidents that are not uncommon in American life, they are either exceedingly tame or exceedingly artificial. For the information of those of our readers to whom fiction is indispensable, and who are indifferent as to its quality, so that it be sweet and pure in its tone, we simply announce their titles, as follows, Don John,” a new volume of the “No Name Series”; The Leaden Casket,” by Mrs. A. W. Hunt; Lost in a Great City,” by Amanda M. Douglas; The New Nobility,” by John W. Forney; Ida Vane,” by Rev. Andrew Reed; and The Wards of Plotinus,” by Mrs. John Hunt.
16 The Glen of Silver Birches. A Novel. By E. Owrx's BLAckBURNE., “Franklin Square Library.” 4to, pp. 36. New York: Harper and Brothers. 17 Lenor Dare. By VIRGIN1A, F. Towssend. 12mo, pp. 451. Boston: Lee and Shepard. * Don John. “No Name Series.” 16mo, pp. 331. Boston: Roberts Brothers. * The Leaden Casket. “Leisure Hour Series.” 16mo, pp. 424. New York: Henry Holt and Co. *9 Lost in a Great City. By AMANI, A M. Douglas12mo, pp. 468. Boston: Lee and Shepard. 21 New Nobility. By John W. FoENEy. 18mo, pp. 395. New York: D. Appleton and Co. 22 Ida Vane. A Tale of the Restoration. By Rev. A.NDrew RFEp. 12mo, pp. 440. New York: Robert Carter and Brothers. ** The Wards of Plotinus. ... A Novel. By Mrs. John HUNT. “Franklin Square Library.” 4to, pp. 64. New York: Harper and Brothers.
UR Record is closed on the 23d of March. —The Forty-sixth Congress adjourned finally March 4. The three per cent. Funding Bill passed the House March 2, and on the following day was vetoed by President Hayes. The Apportionment Bill fixing the number of Representatives at 319 passed the House March 3. The Senate, February 22, passed a bill repealing the tax on bank deposits, and also the House joint resolution appropriating $30,000 for a monument to George Washington. The Japanese Indemnity Bill, directing the payment to the government of Japan of $1,463,224, and $248,000 as prize-money to the officers and crews of the United States ship Wyoming and steamer Takiang, or their legal representatives, passed the Senate March 3. The appropriation bills were all passed before the close of the session. The River and Harbor Bill amounted to $11,141,800, or $3,000,000 more than was ever appropriated by any similar bill. James A. Garfield and Chester A. Arthur were publicly inaugurated President and VicePresident of the United States March 4,
President Garfield in his inaugural address promised full and equal protection of the Constitution and the laws for the negro, advocated universal education as a safeguard of suffrage, and recommended such an adjustment of our monetary system “that the purchasing power of every coined dollar will be exactly equal to its debt-paying power in all the markets of the world.” The national debt should be refunded at a lower rate of interest, without compelling the withdrawal of the National Bank notes, polygamy should be prohibited, and civil service regulated by law.
An extra session of the Senate was opened March 4. On the 5th, the following cabinet nominations were made and confirmed: Secretary of State, James G. Blaine, of Maine; Secretary of the Treasury, William Windom, of Minnesota; Secretary of the Navy, William H. Hunt, of Louisiana; Secretary of War, Robert T. Lincoln, of Illinois; Attorney-General, Wayne MacVeagh, of Pennsylvania; Postmaster-General, Thomas L. James, of New York; Secretary of the Interior, Samuel J. Kirkwood, of Iowa.
The following United States Senators were clected or appointed during the month: John
I. Mitchell, Pennsylvania; James W. McDill, Iowa; Angus Cameron, Wisconsin; A. J. Edgerton, Minnesota; William P. Frye, Maine. Alexander II., Emperor of Russia, was assassinated in St. Petersburg, March 13, as he was returning from a parade. Two bombs were thrown at him, the second of which inflicted terrible injuries, from which he died soon afterward. His eldest son succeeded to the throne, with the title of Alexander III. The Irish Protection Bill passed the British House of Commons February 25, by a vote of 281 to 36.—The Irish Arms Bill passed the Commons March 11, and the House of Lords March 17. It prohibits the possession or carrying of arms except by license; permits the search of houses from sunrise to sunset, and empowers the authorities to prohibit and to regulate the importation and sale of arms, dynamite, and nitro-glycerine. The maximum penalty on summary conviction is three months imprisonment, without hard labor. The bill is to remain in force five years.-A number of arrests were made in Ireland under the Coercion Act. The British forces were routed by the Boers February 27. General George P. Colley and many of his soldiers were killed. Subsequently an armistice was signed, and the Boers substantially accepted the British conditions of peace. Levi P. Morton, of New York, was confirmed as Minister to France March 21.
February 19.-The village of Brevières, in the Department of Savoy, completely destroyed by avalanches. Fifteen persons killed.
February 27.—Fifteen children burned to death in the Catholic Orphanage, Scranton, Pennsylvania.
March 4.—Italian bark Ajace wrecked on Rockaway shoals. Fourteen sailors lost.— Coal mine explosion near Evanston, Wyoming. Thirty-five men killed.
March 5.-News of an earthquake on the Mediterranean island of Ischia. Half the town of Casamicciola destroyed, and one hundred and twenty-six of the inhabitants killed.
March 7.-News of the loss of nine vessels and one hundred lives off the Aberdeenshire coast in a storm.
February 24.—At Washington, D. C., Hon. Matthew H. Carpenter, United States Senator from Wisconsin, aged fifty-six years. March 2.—News in London of death of M. Edouard Drouyn de Lhuys, the French statesman and diplomatist, aged seventy-five years. March 9–In Copenhagen, Queen Caroline, widow of King Christian VIII., aged eightyfive years. March 15.—At Presidio, California, Brevet Major-General Emory Upton, U.S.A., author of Infantry Tactics, in his forty-second year.
- y (£ifist's HE Legislature of Maine has repeatedly, in years past, passed a law giving a bounty for bears killed, and as often repealed it. In 1874 (over $2000 having been paid the previous year in bounties by the State) a bill was introduced for a repeal by a member from the shore, giving as a reason that hunters would kill them for the meat and pelts without the bounty. This brought up a member from the backwoods, who said: “The gentleman don't know what he is talking about. Most of the b'ars are killed when coobs, when meat and pelts are worthless.” “Then,” said the gentleman from the shore, “let them grow till they are of value.” The country member replied: “I would like to ask the gentleman what them b'ars would live on while growing I'll tell you, sir—on our sheep, and now and then a baby.” Bill for repeal did not pass.
SoME years ago a wealthy Senator of one of our Western States, happening to be in Boston, was invited to a dinner party at which were several gentlemen conspicuous in the literary as well as in the financial world. Among the former were Mr. Longfellow and Mr. Bancroft, and next to the latter our Senatorial friend
IN Upper Georgia once there was an honest, plain, unlettered farmer who sometimes preached, or, as he said, “tried to preach.” He was a hard-working man, and despised laziness. In the neighborhood, and a frequenter of the meeting-house where our farmer-preacher occasionally held forth, was a man named John Templin, who was noted for the quality that the preacher most contemned. The brethren had for the greater part of the time to support Templin's family, for which end he did not hesitate to solicit contributions for the necessaries that very little exertion on his part would have secured. At one Saturday meeting, the minister being absent, our farmer-preacher
comparing notes about the good-for-nothingness of John Templin. On reaching the nineteenth verse, he paused over it for some moments, then smiled, leaned his arms on the pulpit, and fixedly looked at Templin. The verse reads, “And he made a covering for the tent of rams' skins dyed red, and a covering of badgers' skins above that.” “There!” said he, still looking at Templin; “I knowed it was somewheres in the Bible, or by good rights ought to be, about beggars. You see, brethren, how they done with beggars in them good old times. They skinned 'em. Now I names no names, and I makes no insinniwations; but there are some people which, if they had lived in Moses's times, and them times in general, instead of goin' about beggin', when other people was a-workin' and supportin' of theirselves, would have ben stretched on a pole.”
MR. John GREIG, who, for the session commencing in 1841, represented the Canandaigua District in Congress (in place of Francis Granger, who resigned to accept the office of Postmaster-General), was a well-preserved Scotchman, as well in purse as in person, and very fond of entertaining in a princely manner. He had invited a small dinner party in order to entertain a Scotch friend who had but recently ar
If you pose yourself, and feel “easy and comfortable,” you get something like this. What are you going to do about it?
the porch and looked down the avenue to see if he could get a sight of his friend, when, lo! there comes “Sandy,” much as if he had a hundred pounds or so upon his shoulders—in fact, he was a sheet or two in the wind, as it were. Greig took in the situation at once, and hastening down the avenue, met the happy guest, and readily got him beneath his roof. Although “Sandy” was glorious, his mental powers were yet steady. He said: “John, I'll tell ye hoo it a' came aboot. While waiting at the hotel for the oor to come, I saw some Yonkees at the bar a-drinkin' som’at I coodna tell by sight what its name may be. It was a mixture of sugar and lemon and lumps of ice, and may be some else; but the bar-keeper shook the mixture between twa tumblers until it foamed and sparkled like an aurora borealis; then he put in some sprigs resembling meadow-mint, and then the Yonkees quaffed the liquid through a sprig of rye straw, and they drank wi'a leer, as if it was unco guid. I stepped to the bar-keeper and speered to ken the name o' the liquid, when he said it was a “jollup,' or “jewlip,' or something like to it in the soond. I telled him I'd tok yun; but, oh, mon, it was no bod to tok! The fak is, John, afoor I kenned what I was aboot, I had made 'way wi' seeren, a through a bit o' rye straw.
Noo, John, if I had but kenned the power o' the thing, and had quot at six, my heed would no feel as if the pipers and the fiddlers were playing lively reels in it, and a score o'lads and lassies were dancing in glee al aboot it. Noo, John, if ye be minded ever to try yon Yonkee “jollops,' tok my advice and be content wi' six at a sittin'. Mind ye, if ye try seeven, ye maun be waur nor Tam o'Shanter or mysel'; six is quite enough, John.”
THIS is not so very bad: A young lady in Boston had gathered a Sunday-school class from among the newsboys of that city. One Sunday she was striving to impress upon their minds some good advice in regard to the future, when it occurred to her that the word was perhaps a little beyond the comprehension of the class. Putting the question to the boys, “Do you know what the future means?” there was a dead silence for a moment, which was broken by a bright little fellow, who quietly suggested it might mean “further particulars in the next edition.”
AND here is a Boston Sunday-school boy who, when asked to stand up and “say his verse,” did it thus: “Be not overcome of evil, but come it over evil with good.”
AN old and respected citizen in a country town in Virginia, being a member of the Masonic lodge, was visited by a committee of that body, and the accusation preferred against him that he made too free use of the bottle, which the committee informed him was inconsistent with the character of a good Mason. The old gentleman stoutly denied the accusation, and insisted that the committee should go with him to the post-office, as he was sure that the testimony of Captain P , the postmaster, with whom he had been long intimate, would exonerate him from the charge. Accordingly, accompanied by the committee, he went to get the evidence of his friend, when the following conversation was had : “Captain,” says he, “you have known me for a long time f" “Yes,” said the captain; “nigh on to thirty years.” “Well, captain, I think I can say that during all that time I have hardly ever taken a drink that you have not j'ined f" “That is about correct,” said the captain. “Now, captain, I want you to tell these gentlemen if in all that time you ever saw me when you thought I had more than I could carry.” “Well,” said the captain, “I don't think I ever did; but I have seen you many a time when I thought that it would have been better if you had made two trips with your load.”
THE late Bishop Wilmer, of Louisiana (the Cousin Joe), and Bishop Wilmer, of Alabama (the Cousin Dick, of the following anecdote),
being in Italy together, the latter was enthusiastically pointing out to the former the architectural beauties of a ruin, when his Louisiana reverence rather wearily protested, “It’s all very fine, Cousin Dick, but, nevertheless, a cheerful field, fragrant with new-mown hay, would please me better.” The Bishop of Alabama replied, “Well, Cousin Joe, there is this in favor of your view of it—there is not an ass in all Italy that would not be of the same opinion.”
A CHURCH dignitary, whose jurisdiction embraced a vast region of the West, and afforded several kinds of climate, was greeted by a clerical friend with no end of questions as they were riding up town in a crowded car. Inquiries spiritual were poured in at a rapid rate, and then the matter of his temporal environment was the subject of discussion. The Western shepherd was speaking of the extremes of temperature to which they were subjected in the district where he resided. Suddenly his New York friend asked, “How does your wife stand the heat 7”
A peculiar look stole into the countenance of the ecclesiastic from beyond the Mississippi, as he quietly answered, “My wife has been dead a year.”
The infelicity of mentioning an elevated temperature in connection with the departed was too much for the Knickerbocker. He left at the next corner.
MY friend overheard two little fellows, brothers, and but a few years apart in their ages, talking over Sunday-school matters after they had gone to bed, just before Christmas. It seems that Jimmy, the elder, had somehow just been placed in rather an advanced class, which he of his own option saw fit to name the Bible Class, and Tommy, the younger, had only lately come up from the infant school room, and had rather different and more simple lessons, although in the same room with his advanced brother. Says Tommy, “I’m up to you now, Jim, for I'm in the upper school, anyhow.” “No,” says the profound Jim; “you are like people when they die—they are only in paradise; they are not in heaven quite, but they are on the road to heaven, you know, Tommy,” apparently wanting to give Tom all the comfort he could with the let-down of his ambition. And the fact was, their two classes were actually side by side in their seats. “On the road to heaven” is encouraging, and ought to remind the rector that his teaching is not all in vain.
THE conservative and courteous bishop of some two-thirds of the commonwealth of the Keystone State gives a humorous incident that actually occurred during one of his visitations at one of the principal towns not a hundred miles from Harrisburg:
Good Judge L– is not only an earnest Churchman, but very fond of showing his neighbors the way to church also. At any special service he is sure to have a couple or more of his legal friends in his pew with him, being very attentive himself both to the service and to his friends, showing them the places in the prayer-book, and trying to keep them contented. At a recent visitation of Bishop H the judge was seen passing the books, and at every change in the service handing over other books, and then devoutly continuing his own duties. It was Sunday morning, and by the time the solemn litany was reached, the visitors, having no especial interest in the affair beyond pleasing the judge, and consenting to listen to a good square sermon, which he had promised them, whenever in the sacred programme it should be presented, began to tire of the “performance,” and with a freedom more becoming the court-room or street than the sanctuary, one of them, finding
as snow. His appearance is venerable. He resembles an Old Testament character. One evening he came through his car, the light falling on his hoary beard and on the punch, highly polished and glittering, which rested on his breast. The Doctor and the Rector are struck with his picturesque aspect. “That's the Urim,” says the Doctor, pointing to the punch. “No,” replies the Parson; “that's the Thummim.” The pun was pardoned for once, as was likewise the slip in grammar, which Bible students will recognize.
THE following, somewhat typical of the many Western folk who visit Europe, is too good to be lost:
Randolph Rogers, America's genial and accomplished sculptor, was showing some of our far Westerners through his studios at Rome.