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me Cherokee Georgian. Canton, G-a., WEDNESDAY, - AUGUST 11, 1875. A; Agricnltnral. TH® BOKGIAB OF OUR KITCHENS. Schiller, in his poem of “The Real and the Ideal,” very properly says: The space between the ideal of man’s soul And man’s achievement, who hath ever passed? An ocean lies between us and that goal Where anchor ne’er was cast. This is true of woman as well as of man, of American women especially, and con cerning them particularly in the detail of cookery. Why it is that in the United States a meal of average quality is abso lutely unattainable in a private family, who can say ? Os course, in that complement of th© scavenger’s cart, the boarding house, or in mansions, where the dwellers commit their stomachs to the hollow of the hand of the Hibernian cook, we do not look forth 6 delicacies—not even for the decencies of the table; but there are at least two or three millions of families in the country where the wife or the mother, proud of a practical ed ucation in the household affairs, is house keeper or cook. Os these it would be too much to expect that they should adopt the economy of the nation whose pot-au-feu, lather than whose eagle, should be its na tional symbol, or display that exquisite taste which more than atones for paucity of resource. We have come to consider the ragout or salmi in the same category with hash —American hash at that; and as for soups and broths, they require too much care in preparing and too much time in eating to suit our business-like taste. Nev ertheless we Americans have at least pass able mutton and fair beef; our poultry is better than the average; in butter and flour we excel the world; in vegetables and fruits we surpass it infinitely. God, indeed, has sent us dinners; how comes it that we have no cooks save such as are of infernal origin ? It cannot be because of ignorance. Let any one who will consult the household columns of any of our hundred and fifty ♦aid agricultural papers, and he will find there ample evidence that, at least theo retically, the farmer’s wife and daughter are acquainted with the culinary art. Ag gravatingly so, we might say, because on their own showing they are sinning against light. On paper these women will devise Apician banquets. They will show you how to prepare rolls to whose lightness saleratus did not contribute, or Indian bread of alluring pale golden hue that do not eat like perspiring putty adulterated with sawdust. They will concoct soups ——*— ■ . - . that would raise an 'appetite beneath the ribs of dyspepsia, and even boil a potato— for Soyer was right when he made the boil ing of potatoes and the toasting of bread crucial tests of culinary proficiency—till the tuber, bursting with a foamy efflores cence through its selfish and reluctant skin, in the words of Moore, himself an Irish p.<et; Turns to thy lip and half blushes That thou should’st delay to bite. A* to meats, be the same of fish, flesh or fowl, what is there that they cannot boil, bake, roast, broil, stew, or—alas’—fry ? While in th?, matter of tempering dulcet creams, or preparing lucent syrups tinct with cinnamons, or jellies tremulous and translucent, they rise into the very poetry of cooking. Nay, has not one artist of the preserving kettle whose soul was in her art ns thoroughly as ever was that of Mr. Vin cent Crummlcs’s conscientious tragedian— who when he had to play Othello blacked himself all over—begun her recipe for the making of cherry preserves by insisting that the fruit shall be culled and atoned, of a cool afternoon, in the shade of a tree, by a maiden of snowy fingers, clad in a fresh and becoming print dreso? Alas, that the distanc s of the "household column” should lend so flill and false en chantment to the view of the household tables over which these poets of the pots and pans preside! For let one but enter the home of the average American farmer, where the cook is the heiress to all the ages of domestic economy from the landing of the Mayflower, and what shall he find ? For drinks, turbid coffee that has been mer cilessly boiled, or lea on whose rank tide an axe might swim. For vegetables, potatoes clammy with a sense of their own indiges tibility, the odorous cabbage or the taste less squash or turnip, three parts waler and one part filler. For meats, steak in the pre paration of which the atrocity of lard has lieen superadded to the enormity of the frying pan, or the inevitable mutton, which is never quite cooked enough or quite warm enough ; or the adamantine corned beet, so dear and destructive to the American stom ach, which is covered with salty crystals. But, Brinvillers and Borgia, the desserts! What cou’d not the misdirected ingenuity i achieve, if confined to legitimate channels, which here devises the accursed pie which fa burned on top, raw at the bottom and tolled in the middle, its contents being Imsswood chips with a tang of apple or book-binder’s scraps preserved in brown sugar And as for the leathery peaches the flaccid pickles and the soggy cake, their adequate realization must be left for the choked tongue of nightmare to attempt to - tell. Oh, woman ’ heaven’s last, best gift to the kitchen, must you and your daughters continue to marshal families Ute saleratus way to dysfM'jk'.i* ’ Can you never learn that the gridiron and the clear, glowing bed of coals, whvrvon St. Lawrence W'nsulf wouhl have deemed it a luxury to be Vroitel. toiler beflt the lordly steak, unnaac erated with the brutal pestle, uncon lami nated with factory lard,and will sooner woo jl to tutu to pale pink, delicate amber and tender brown (with a sensitive elevation at the corners, forming a central chalice for the reception and perservation of its own juices) than the flying pan, accursed of gods and abhorred of men ? Know you not that by thinly slicing potatoes—not left over from yesterday’s noonday dinner—in to cold water, wiping the same dry in a towel, dusting them with pepper and salt, frying them in l>oiling lard, and as soon as they put on the rich golden brown hue of a Cuban belle, removing and draining them, you can compass that which at Saratoga has brought fame and fortune to the artistic restaurateur? Is it not in you to pour boiling water on your coffee and to set the pot over a shovelful of embers in the hearth box, where it will just simmer and not boil? Can your finer female sense not apprehend the difference between fanning a smokeless fiie with a generous slice of bread till the surface of the latter turns delicately golden, then brushing the same with fresh butter, and burning bread on the top oi a dirty stove, then swabbing it in melted, rancid oleomargarine? Alas, if experience can be relied on, we fear not. Priscilla is joined to her saleratus and frying-pan; let her alone. ’ New York World. Agriculture in Georgia. One of the most valuable documents ever sent out from any agricultural association is the proceedings of the spring meeting of the Georgia State Agricultural Society which has been provided by Mr. Malcolm Johnston, the Secretary. It is full of useful knowledge. Every page is a gem Those who desire to learn pure and practical wis dom on the subject of agriculture can find more in these pages than in any ordinary library. One who but a few years ago looked upon a land desolated by invading armies, to a people bereft suddenly of $12,000,000,000 of property, cannot but view with astonish ment and sincere delight the evidences of prosperity and intelligent labor which every where crops out in the proceedings here published. There were gathered together 208 farmers and planters, delegates from every part of the State, and well may a visitor have said that no more intelligent body was ever assembled at any similar meeting North or South, East or West, for not only the papers read but the clear, pointed discussions thereon show that a reading, thinking, live, active people were there assembled. No false basis of puffing carries the value of the bonds of Georgia far beyond those of her Southern sisters. Iler crops of cotton annually produced at a lessening cost, her home production of corn and meat annually increasing, and more spindles every year added to the number already so profitably humming within her borders, all betoken that she is with cer tainty attaining a position of prosperity at - home-whiclLwilL conlinuaHy add to. the confidence manifested in securities she puts forth and Insure the investment of capital in her great undeveloped manufacturing re sources. Where a people go about their work with such a will and earnest desire to learn as pervades everything said by these ' Georgia farmers in their council, they can neither be kept under by the most iron heel of despotism or the wildest ravages of air or water. Plain words are these of Mr. Pool, of Warren, but he speaks to the point, and ’ crop statistics of Georgia show that this phalanx of followers gains in numbers with every recurring year: You talk of hard times. I think this the best time for a man to start out as a farmer and make money that I ever knew. The ’ way to make it is to pursue a right policy — ' keep out of debt, live within your means, make all your supplies al home, and do everything with good judgment. The proper policy to pursue was forcibly illus trated before the war, ns w< 11 as now, by the condition of the people in different sections of my country. On one side of the comity we have oak woods, and on the other side piney woods. Before the war, all above Warrenton, they raised a great deal of cot ton and but little corn; while below, they raised but little cotton and a good deal of corn. The result was, those above Warren ton were always in debt and borrowing money; below, they were generally out of debt and had money to lend. The same state of affairs exists now.— N. 1”. IForW. How to Cook a Husband.—As Mrs. Glass said of the hare, you must catch him. Having done so, the moae of cooking him ' so as to make a good d»h is as follows: Many good husbands arc spoiled in the cooking; some women go about it as if their husbands were bladders, and blow them up; others keep them constantly in hot water, while others freeze them by con jugal coldness, some smother them in hatred, contention, and variance; and some keep them in pickle all their lives. These women always serve them up with tongue sauce. Now it <a mot be supposed i that husbands will be tender and good if; ' managed in this way; but they are, on the contrary, very delicious when managed as ; follows: Get a large jar, called the jar of carefulness (which all good wives have on hand,) place your husband in it, and set him near the fire of conjugal love ; let the fire be pretty hor, especially kt it Ims cleai; above all, let the heat be const tint; cover him over with affection, kindness, and subjection; garnish with mod cat, becoming familiarity, and the spice ot pleasantry; and if you add kisses and other confectionaries, let them be i accompanied with a sufficient portion of scctecy, mixed with prudence and modem- j tion. We should advise all good wives to try this receipt, and realize how admirable a dish a husband is when properly cooked. Over bees, aud more than 800 woody species of plant*, are embraced in the flora of the United States; and of the trees, 250 species are tolerably abundant in one region or another, 120 ot them growing to a large size. Opportunity for Work. Examples of greatness and goodness be fore us bid us work, anil the changing present offers ample opportunity. Around us, everywhere, the new crowds aside the old. Improvement steps by seeming per fection ; discovery upsets theories and clouds over established systems. The usages of one generation become matters of tradition, for the amusement of the next. Innovation rises on the site ot homes reverenced for early associations. Science can hardly keep pace with the names of publications, qualifying or abro gating the past. Machinery becomes old iron, as its successor usurps its place. The new ship dashes scornfully by the naval prodigy of last year, and the steamer laughs at them both. The railroad engine, as it rushes by the crumbling banks of the canal, screams out its mockery at the barge rotting piecemeal. The astronomer builds up his hypothesis, and is comforting him self among the nebula:, when invention comes to the rescue; the gigantic telescope points upward, and 10l the raw material of which worlds are manufactured becomes the centers of systems blazing in the infinite heavens, and the defeated into space, with his speculations, to be again routed, when human ingenuity shall admit us one hair’s breadth farther into creation. There is no effort of science or art that may not be exceeded; no depth of philos ophy ’that can not be deeper sounded ; no flight of imagination that may not be passed by strong, soaring wing. All nature is full of unknown things; earth, air, water, the fathomless ocean, the limitless sky, lie almost untouched before us. What has hitherto given prosperity and distinction has not been more open to others than to us ; to no one, past or pres , ent, more than to the student leaving the school-room to-morrow. Let not, then, the young man sit with folded hands, calling on Hercules. Thine own arm is the demi-god. It was given thee to help thyself. Go forth into the world trustful and fearless. Exalt thine adopted calling or profession. Look on labor as honorable, and dignify the task before thee, whether it be in the study, office, counting-room, work shop, or fur rowed field. There is an equality in all, and the resolute will and pure heart may ennoble either. The Effects of War.—War, like in temperance, is a giant evil in its ramifica tions, reaching and contaminating all of the interests of society. Like the river with its poisoned fountain, its corrupting influences reach every nook and retreat, sending a wi lespread desolation wherever man is found. Under its withering influ ences, more deadly than pestiferous mias ma, it blasts every rising cripples industry, exhausts natural resources, fans the fires of jealousy and hate, widens local chasms, excites malicious animosities, prac tically closes the doors of the churches and the halls of learning, and thus fearfully de grades our fallen humanity. In its abso lute sway, its tyrannical assumptions, it seizes not only the public treasures, but lays a ruthless hand on the national con science, transferring the individual moral sense to the censorship of a superior in military position, making might the syn onym of right. The inferior is thus com pelled to yield his moral convictions to a superior in command, ever subject to the caprices of men by no means models of purity, or to the supposed emergencies or accidents of war. In such circumstances and under such influences private virtue must become dwarfed, and vice assume gigantic proportions. The Sa’ ba’h, a ne cessity, not only of man’s moral but of his physical nature, is violated, desecrated, becoming a day of hilarity and carnage. Familiarity with crime makes it less odious, while scenes Os cruelty and bloodshed can not fad to callous the heart, brutalize and destroy, in some degree, the more enno bling and the finer sensibilities of our higher nature. A Dig Puff.—lt is not often that I puff a hotel, but where I pay my bill at the rate of $4 a day for sleeping in the “milky way" and feeding on a bill of fare, it’s a privilege and a pleasure to mention such an institu tion. The Kimball house, in Atlanta, Ga., ought to travel with B-tnrim’s show as a curiosity. It is the largest hotel, I presume, In the world. Many peophe-wtorgO'rtip in the sky parlors to repose never Come down but go right on through to heaven, without change of elevators; and those who have written bick say they could smell the hair oil on the hair of th .-clerks all the way up. The balls are so l ing and winding that many waiters get lost while going- after a pilcher of water and are never heard of un til their remains are found years after. I went in there one morning and ordered breakfast. A small colored toy took my order, and it was so far out to the ki'ehen that he was grown and gray-headed when he got back. It is a very large house —ho- tel! Many travelers going South and re turning by this city order their m-als in ad vance, and frequently when they get back they have to lay over a week to make con nections. The hotel is a verv large one, aud eveiy thing about it is very large, from the feet of the clerks, the mouths of the waiters, up to the bills. It is provided with all modern conveniences, hot and cold water, bay windows, idiots, dir y sheets—everything to make the traveler happy, including an undertakers estab lishment for the accommala’ion of such boarders as starve to death wh.le waiting sot the waiters. It is a very large hotel, and everybody stops there just once. — Cor. Cin cinnati Enquirer. It is the opinion of the d<»ctor that the lawyer lives by plunder, while the lawyer thinks the doctor lives by pill age. Pure Expressions.—Every word that falls from the lips of mothers and sisters es pecially, should be pure and concise and i simple; not pearls, such as fall from the I lips of a princess, but sweet, good words, that little children can guile r without fear of soil, or after shame or blame, or any re grets to pain through all their life. Children should be taught the frequent use of good, strong, expressive words— words that mean exactly what they should express in their proper places. If a child, or young person has a loose, flung-together way of stringing words when endeavoring to say something he should be made to “try agun," and see if he can not do better. It is painful to listen to many girls’ talk. They begin with “My goodness I” and in terlard it with “oh's I” and “sakes alive I" and “so sweet I” and “so queenly I” and so many phrases, that one is tempted to be ]ieve they have bad no training at all, or else their mothers were very foolish women. There is nothing more distinguished than the twaddle of ill-bred girls; one is provoked often into taking a paper and reading, and letting them ripple and gurgle on, like brooks flow, they know not whith r My heart warms with love for sensible girls and pure boys; and, after all, if our girls and boys are not this, I fear it i« our own fault, for this great trust rests in the hearts and hands of the women of our land. If we have a noble, useful purpose in life, we shall infuie the right spirit into those around us. “Shoo Fly” in the Church.—The Western Catholic is responsible for the statement that “Shoo Fly” has been paro died for Sunday schools, after this fashion : “Sa-tan, don’t bodderme; Sa-tan, don’t bodder me; Sa-tan, don’t bodder me, For I belong to company G. I hear, I hear, I hear, I hear de organ’s tone; I feel, 1 feel, I feel. Religion in my bone !” Brewster, Sharp & Dowda, publishers of s THE CHEROKEE GEORGIAN, Beal Estate Agents, Examine Titles, FAY TJA2CEIS, FURNISH ABSTRACTS, Make Collections. ATTEND PROMPTLY TO ALL BUSI I NESS IN OUR LINE. OFFICE OF THE CHEROKEE GEORGIAN* CANTON, GEORGIA. THE CHEROKEE GEORGIAN, A Weekly Newspaper, PUBLISHED AT CANTON, GEORGIA. And Devoted to the Interests of Cherokee Georgia. THE XV ill contain, from time to time, the Lateut News, and will give it# readers an interesting variety of LITERARY, MORAL, AGRICULTURAL, EDUCATIONAL, TEMPERANCE AND POLITICAL. READING MATTER. It is a Home Enterprise, and every citizen in Cherokee and adjoin ing counties should give it his encouragement and support. Ihk Georgian will be AN EXCELLENT ADVERTISING- MEDIUM, and merchants and others, who wish to secure the vast trade from the mountain counties, would do well to avail themselves of the advantage* which it offers. a ' h Job Work of A.ll Kinds Will be executed at The Georgian office, in the neatest style and an the most liberal terms. BARTER of all kinds taken for Job Woik and subscriptions. r '* TERMS OF 1 THE GEOROIAN. One Yea -, Eight Months 1 Four Months ... ~ *>’’ A liberal discount will be made to clubs. BREWSTER & SHARP, Proprict/re. J. 0. DOWDA, Business Manager. ------ , i ■ i.. The Greatest Medical Discovery- OF THE Nineteenth. Century. 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