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ATLANTA, GEORGIA, OCTOBER 5, 1878.
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By Helping Others we Help Our
selves.—Helping others is sometimes the most
effectual way to help ourselves. The happiness
of men, to a great extent is linked together, and
in laboring, in a proper spirit, to promote the
happiness of others, we cannot fail to promtoe
our own; Selfishness is an ignoble spirit, and
so far as happiness is concerned, defeats itself.
The man who cares only for himself, is a churl,
and, it matters not what he has, the true foun
tain of happiness in his soul is dried up. He
who lives for himself alone might as well not
live at all. In failing to do good to others, he
fails to receive good himself, every end of his
being is'defeated, and his life is rendered a per
fect failure. But every effort that a man puts
forth to benefit others has a reflex influence
on himself, and enlarges the fountain of happi
ness in his own soul. No man can sincerely
labor to lift others up without at the same time
elevating himself. The effort to impart joy to
another heart brings joy to our own. It is rela
ted of a traveler that he was crossing a moun
tain height alone, over untrodden snows. He
had been warned of his danger, and assured
that if slumber pressed down his weary eyelids,
they would inevitably be sealed in death. For
a time he went bravely on, but at length with
the deepening shade and pieroing blast, there
•eemed to fall upon his eyes and brain an irre
sistible weight. In vain he tried to reason with
himself, and in vain he endeavered to shake off
that fatal heaviness. His powers appeared to
be completely paralyzed, and he was about to
resign himself to his fate. At that moment, his
feet struck something that lay across his path,
and stooping down to touch it, he found the
prostrate form of a fellow-traveler, half buried
in the snow. The next moment ‘he had a broth
er in his arms, and chafing his hands, and
chest, and brow, breathing upon the stiff, cold
lips, the warm breath of a living soul, pressing
the silent heart to the beating pulse of his own
generous bosom.’
The effort to save another had aroused his en
ergies, and brought back to himself life, and
warmth, and vigor. The pressure was lifted
from his brain, and he was himself once more.
Instead of sinking down in a dreamless sleep to
die, he pursued his way with greater courage.
‘He Baved a brother, and saved himself.’
You may not be able to de so much, but to
do good to others, although the assistance ren
dered may be but small, will itself prove a
source of blessing. It will assure other hearts
of your sympathy, and will bring greater peace
and satisfaction to your own.
Murdered by a degress.—An atro
cious murder was lately committed in Clayton
county, Georgia, by anegress. She paid a visit
to a neighboring farm house occupied by an
aged lady over eighty years old, named Farmer,
and her two daughters. The young lady was
absent from the house, the negress pretending
to wish some cherry bark for bitters, induced
Miss Farman to go with her to a piece of woods
near by to show her the cherry tree. She chip
ped off a bit of the bark with her hatchet, then
turned suddenly and dealt the lady several
blows with the hatchet, fracturing her skull and
leaving her for dead. She then returned to the
house killed the old lady, took ten dollars, all
the money there happened to be in the house,
and some olothing and coffee and sugar. She
then threw shovels full of live coals into the
beds and left the house. Smoke pouring from
the windows, caused the discovery of the mur
der. The murderess had departed for Atlanta
to spend her blood-earned ten dollars in shop
ping. Suspicion pointed to her, she was ar
rested, put under guard, but escaped in the
night and has not been heard of up to the pres
ent time. The young lady, after lying insensi
ble for hours, returned to consciousness, and
hopes are entertained for her reoovery.
Plant the Apple.—We are glad to see
that the apple is becoming more and more an
artiole of every day food. Nothing is more nu
tritious and healthy as well as palateable. And
in the winter, the apple is invaluable as furnish
ing a relief to the meat and bread diet that fails
on the appetite, and that the system requires
should be changed occasionally, in order that
health should be preserved. We need more ap
ple orchards all over the country; and where
these can be so easily planted and kept in or
der, it seems strange that every farmer cannot
show acres of thrifty trees, laden with the gold
en or russet fruit. A thoroughly practical far
mer advises every young man starting out to
farming to plant an apple orchard if his land is
within ‘the apple belt’ Don’t rely on the
gnarled and decaying old trees; the life of an
orchard, under favorable conditions, is only
abou that of a man. Nothing will lift a mort
age, or run up the profit side of the account,
like a prime orchard in its first years of bearing.
Go for the standard varieties or such as experi
ence has proved to do well in your locality and
soiL Theories are good in tneir place, but a
day spent in driving through your town and
finding ont what fruit-growers have actually
learned and done, is better. Get your trees
from some reliable nursery—the nearer at hand
j the better—and use your own best care and other
' people’s experience in planting them.
Mary Anderson and Charlotte
Cushman.—Mary Anderson, now playing in
New York, is having a regular see-saw time of it
between her hyper-critics and detractors, and
her no less extravagant admirers and puffers.
One set of daily papers rings ohanges on her
‘crudeness’ and ‘boisterousness,* and have low
flings at her ‘republican feet and hands’ and
‘Irish eyes,’ while the other exalt her to the
skies as the greatest genius and beauty the world
has lately welcomed upon the stage. Reading
both Bides as she sits over her morning coffee
in wrapper and curl-papers, Miss Anderson
must feel as she did in her romping school
girl days (that she was a romp her splendid
physique Bhows) when she played see-saw and
cried,
‘Here we go up, up.
Here we go down, down.’
If Miss Anderson is sensible, as a Southern
girl should be, she will not let either praises or
detractions set her pulses throbbing; rather she
will quietly gather the small grains of valuable
suggestion there may be in each and add them
to her sheaf of self-improvement. In such way,
this, as all other experiences, may bring grist to
her mill. Every experience, every bit of work
or study may be turned to account by one zeal
ous of improvement. For ourself, we had no
fault to find with Miss Anderson’s ‘crudeness,’
for that carries with it a freshness and an en
thusiasm we should not like to see sacrificed
even for the sake of greater art. There is a
charm in vivid, fresh impersonations that may
be refined away by too much study, as Edwin
Booth has found to his cost. What we did ob
ject to in Miss Anderson was a certain want of
sincerity and true devotion to her art, shown in
a tendency to make it subservient to mere pret
tiness—to sacrifice a noble pride in it to the
small vanity that oares so much for pretty looks
and attitudes, that causes her to rouge and pow
der between the scenes even when the play ap
proaches its tragio finale, and makes her ob
ject to play Meg Merrilies and similar parts be
cause she has to look ugly in them. Great ac
tresses like Siddons and Cushman,put vanity un
der the feet of art and sacrifice looks any time to
nature. They make the part, not the part them,
and render their own or the dramatist’s con
ceptions conscientiously, though to do so, they
make themselves ugly as Hecate. By their fi
delity and painstaking in following out all the
details of a conception, they often exalted the
meanest and most physically revolting parts.
To true genius, nothing is oommon or unclean.
As in instance, think of Charlotte Cushman as
Nancy Sikes—ragged, squalid, hideous Nancy,
and yet what a thrilling impersonation it was as
she gave it. Most of us have seen Charlotte
Cushman as Nancy Sikes, but few know that
this part was assigned her in her struggling days
by an ill-natured manager in order to humiliate
her. He had conceived an envious dislike for
the gifted, proud-spirited, pure-minded young
aotress, and gave her the part of Nanoy Sikes in
order to keep her down, to humble her ambition.
Poverty forced her to accept it, though she shed
bitter tears at first. But she read the part over at
tentively. It was true to Nature, and Nature could
never be wholly revolting; it must always have
some ‘touch in it to make the whole world kin.’
She set about finding the touches—clothing the
bare skeleton of a part with flesh and blood-
giving it life and interest. A friend tells us in
Blackwood how she did it:
She went down into the city slums; into Five
Points, and studied the horrible life that sur
rounded such a wretched existence as ‘Nancy
Sikes.’ In the first scene ‘Nancy’ only crossed
the the stage, gave a sign to Oliver, who was in
the hands of the officers, then went off. It was
an entrance and exit and hardly noticed, a small
accessory incident in the terribly realistic
drama. But after Miss Cushman created the
character, this silent scene was always tremen
dously applauded. It was curious to see how
quickly the public seized on her clever meaning.
Instead of crossing the stage once, she made
three passages. Before the second the whole
house came down with thundering applause.
Her make-up was a marvel. There was not a
sign of feminine vanity about Mis3 Cushman.
She was always ready to sacrifick her appearance
at any time to the dresses required by her parts.
And surely that horrible perfection of a Five
Points feminine costume was a sacrifice. An
old dirty bonnet and dirt-colored shawl; a shab
by gown and shabbier shoes; a worn-out basket
with some rags in it, and a key in her hand !
She entered swinging the key on her finger,
walked stealthily on the outside of the crowd,
doubling her steps; looked with sharp cunning
at the boy; attracted his attention, winked one
eye and thrust her tongue into her cheek. It
waf-|*;tremendous success |ind every succeedirg
scene sealed down her triumph, and the discom
fiture of the manager. The play had a long run;
and the part of ‘Nancy’ continued to be one of
Miss Cushman’s most powerful and popultr
roles.
‘Oliver Twist’ is one of the rudest of realistio
plays. ‘Nancy Sikes,’as Miss Cushman made
the character, stood out with rough but solemn
tragic power. It was like a revolting sacrifice
in some rude work of early art, when there was
the strength of genius without culture and re
finement ‘Nancy’ has little to say in the play.
Miss Cushman had to gain her effeots by careful
and powerful acting. It was Sardou’s rule,
‘Each sentence contained pages; each word com
prised many sentences.’ The scene was Bill
Sikes and old Fagin the Jew, when she was try
ing to creep out unnoticed to the bridge ren
dezvous, is an example. The talk is between
the two men. But who ever listened to them
when Miss Cushman acted ‘Nancy ?’ All sy m-
pathy was with her; every eye rested on that
poor oreature, who was bliDdly groping to per
form an aot of j ustice. After ineffectual attempts
to steal off, and Bill’s brutal oaths showed her
it was useless, she put pages of despair in the
acts of battering her ragged old hat on a nail
in the wall, sitting down, rooking to and fro,
and biting a bit off a stick ! Then the scene on
the bridge! _ The Old Jew leaning over the par
apet, listening, then moving off like soma de
moniac power to hasten the tragio fate of the
doomed woman. Poor ‘Nancy!’ Her vague
notions of right and wrong—the dull, stunning
sense of degradation in the presence of simple
purity,—Miss Cushman delineated these emo
tions with wonderful skill. Only a few bold
strokes but they disclosed the sad awakening of
the gutter-born wretch. When the young girl
treats ‘Nancy’ with kindness, and showed that
she trusted in her, Miss Cushman’s exultation
was fierce, and the hankerohief was snatched
with hungry eagerness; and when she bowed
humbly down before the memory of her foul
life it was heart-breaking. The murder scene
was always revolting. But how she aoted it!
Hunted to death, the poor wounded woman
crawled in on the stage, writhing with agony,
on her lips almost the odor of sanotity. ‘Par
don !—Bill!—kiss me—I forgive 1’ *
Strange Burial Orders.—The eccen
tricity of man has been frequently shown in the
orders they leave for the disposal of their bodies
after death. Here are a few given by a collect
or of curious human phenomena.
A oopy of The Gentleman’s Magazine for
1733 oontains an account of the funeral of
Mr. John Underwood, of Whittlesea, in Cam
bridgeshire. When the burial service was oyer
an aroh was turned over the coffin, in whioh
was placed a small piece of white marble with
this inscription:
No* Ohnis Moriae. 1733.
The six gentlmen who followed him to the grave
sang the last stanza of the second Book of
Horace. No bell was tolled, none but the six
gentlemen invited to the funeral (and no rela
tion) followed the corpse. The coffin was
painted green, and the deceased lay in it with
all bis clothes on. Under his head was placed
Sanadon’s Horace: at his feet Bentley's Milton;
in his right hand a small Greek Testament; in
his left hand a miniature edition of Horace let
tered
Mvsisamins. J. U.;
and Bentley’s Horace under his back. After
the ceremony was over they went back to his
house, where his sister had provided a cold
supper. After the cloth was taken away the
gentlemen sang The Thirty-first Ode of the
First Book of Horace, drank a oheerful glass,
and went home about eight in the evening.
Mr. Underwood left nearly six thousand pounds
to his sister, on condition of her observing this
his will, ordering her to give each of the gentle
men ten guineas. He also specially desired
they would not oome in black clothes. The
will ended thus: ‘Which done I would have
them drink a cheerful glass, and think no more
of John Underwood.’
An eccentrio character, named Pilkington,
but better known in the neighborhood as Squire
Hawley, was buried a few years ago at Hatfield,
near Doncaster, in his own garden, amid the
graves of his rinderpest-stricken cattle. He was
laid out in full hunting costume, including
spurs and whip, and was placed in a stone cof
fin weighing upwards of a ton, whioh had to be
lowered into the grave by means of a crane.
His old pony was shot and buried at his feet,
and at his head were entombed the bodies of his
favorite dog and an old fox. The deceased left
the whole of his estate to his groom, John Vick
ers, on condition that the funeral arrangements
were carried out according to his expressed
wish. Should he fail to fulfil every detail, the
property was to go to the priest of Doncaster,
for the benefit of the Roman Catholic religion.
From the ‘Beauties of England and Wales,’
1801, vol, ii, p. 3G7, we glean our next instance.
Mr. Tilly, once the owner of Pentilly House,
near Cotehele, Cornwall, was a celebrated atheist
of the last age. He had by rote all the ribald
jests against religion and Scripture, but the
brilliancy of his wit carried him a degree farther
than is commonly met with in the annals of
profaneness. In ridioule of the resurrection, he
directed his executors to place his dead body in
his usual garb, and in his elbow-chair, upon
the top of a hill; and to arrange a table before
him bottles, glasses, pipes and tobacco. In this
situation he ordered himself to be immured
into a tower, the dimensions of whioh he pre
scribed, where he proposed, he said patiently
to await the event All this was done, and
for many years the tower enclosing its ten-
nant remained as a monument of his impiety.
The oountry were wont to shudder as they
The fear-struck hind with superstitious gaze,
Trembling and pale tho un hallowed tomb sur
veys;
And half expected, while fear chill’d his breast,
To see the spectre of its impious guest.
In 1783, the remainsM Margaret, wife of Rich
ard Coosins, of G-.-v.isend, were deposited
under a mural monument above ground in Cux-
ton Church, Kent. In the monument was fitted
a glass door, covered with a green ourtain, and
having a look and key. The coffin, which is a
mahogany one, rests upon trestles, and the lid
is not nailed down. The lid and all round the
ooffin is elaborately ornamented, and the lady
was buried in a costly dress of scarlet satin.
A similar case is noticed by Brewer in his Lon
don and Middlesex, vol. iv. In a small apart
ment leading to the gallery at the west end of
the parish church of Staines, are two unburied
ooffins containing human remains. They are
covered with crimson velvet, and richly embel
lished placed side by side on trestles; they sever
ally contain all that is mortal of Jessie the wife
of Frederick Campbell, Esq., who died in 1812,
and of Henry Caulfield, Esq., who died 1808.
Ceil. Joseph Wheeler.—The Georgia
readers of the Sunny South will be glad to
know that Lieut. Joseph Wheeler, the renowned
Confederate cavalry commander, has accepted
the position of President of the Board of Judges
for the military prize drills at the State Fair to
be held at Macon. Gen. Wheeler is the author
of a system of Cavalry Tactics, published soon
after he graduated at West Point, and is thor
oughly posted in such matters.
We notice in the Alabama papers that Gen
Wheeler is being brought prominently forward
for a place in the United States Senate, to suc
ceed Spencer of that State. Although a native
of Augusta, Ga., Wheeler has resided in Ala
bama since the war, and would ably represent
her in the councils of the nation. He is a man
of untiring energy, a graceful and vigorous
writer, and an eloquent and rapid speaker.
Bryant as an Artist.—A correspond
ent ot the New York Post writes the following
communication to that paper:
I have always been a great admirer of the po
etry of Mr, Bryant, and, since his death, have
noticed all that has been said about his habits,
life and genius, but I remember very little al
lusion to his aptitude in pen-and-ink sketching.
I have lying before me now a pen-and-ink
sketch of his, with his name upon it, made while
he was in the practice of law in Great Barring
ton, Mass. It is composed of several objects
and figures. There are a cottage, a hen and
chickens, and a hawk swooping down upon
them, also nine heads of persons; also a boy
running with a dog, one hand on his head, the
other on the middle of his back; also a woman
standing at an open door with a cat at her feet.
There is a good deal of life, stir and alarm in
the first one, indicating his power in that di
rection, as well as when he painted in words the
water-fowls moving through the air amid the
‘last steps of day.’
This sketch is owned by a merchant of this
city, a Barrington boy, who has preserved it
with great oare for half a century and values it
highly. R.
v Chinese Gardens —In the ornamenting
and beautifying of gardens the Chinese take
rank with any other nation. By means of a va
riety of winding walks, they make a small place
appear twice as large as it really is. Innumer
able flower pots, containing a great variety of
beautiful asters, of whioh they are very fond,
are arranged in beautiful combinations. One of
these white Bpeoies of asters, whioh is as large
as a rose, has long pendant leaves, which the
Chinese use in the proper season for salad.
When the asters are in full bloom, the pots ar
ranged handsomely near a piece of water, and
the walks and alleys well lighted, at night, with
variously-colored lamps, a Chinese garden has
the appearance of one of those 4 enchanted places
we read of in the Arabian tales.
Women and Home.—There is a bundle
ef delight bound up in the Bweet word, home.
The word is typical of oomfort, love, sympathy
and all the other qualities that constitute the
delights of social life. Were the every-day en
joyments of many of our intelligent and affec
tionate families faithfully portrayed, they would
exceed, in moral heroism, interest and romance,
most of those from pen of fiction. The social
well-being of society rests on our home, and
what are the foundation stones ofour homes but
woman’s oare and devotion.?
A good mother is worth an army of acquain
tances and a'true-hearted, noble-minded sister
is more Dreoious than the ‘dear five hundred
friends.'
Those who have played round the same door
step, basked in the same mother’s smile, in
whose veins the same blood flows, are bound by
a sacred tie that can never be broken. Distances
may separate, quarrels may occur, but those
who have a capacity to love anything must have
at times a bubbling up of fond recollections,
and a yearning after the joys of by-gone days.
Every woman has a mission on earth. There is
‘something to do’ for every one—a household to
put in order, a child to attend to, some class of
unfortunate, degraded or homeless humanity to
befriend. That soul is poor indeed that leaves
the world without having exerted an influence
that will be felt for good after she has passed
away.
Married in the Baptist Church, Columbus,
Ga., on the 18th inst., JohnC. Wilson, of Atlan
ta, second son of Dr. Stainback Wilson, to Miss
May T. Cantrell, elder daughter ofT. A. Can
trell of the former city. Rev., A. T. Spalding
and A. B. Campbell officiating. The attendants
were John T. McGuire and Miss Carrie Douglas;
A. Douglas and Miss Maggie Betz; Charles Love
lace and Miss Walton Biggers; Dr. J. T. .Thorn
ton and Miss Annie Berry.
The married pair enter uponjtheirfnew phase
of life with the hearty congratulations of an un
usually large cirole of friends, acquaintances
and well-wishers. Mr. Wilson, who is the son
of the widely known Physician Dr. Stainback
Wilson of this City, is a young man universally
esteemed for his integrity of character and am
iable disposition, while the fair bride has hosts
of friends. No young couple ever entered mar
ried life with brighter prospects for happiness.
May the fair promise be abundantly fulfilled.
Miss Orie Bell a young daughter of our es
teemed fellow citizen Col. Marcus Bell, com
posed the march ‘Gate City’ that was played by
the band on board the splendid New Steamer
Gate City while she steamed down the Savannah
river and out to the Sea, crowded by the Atlan-
tians on their late excursion tendered them by
Col. Wadley. The march was pronounced beau-
tifal. Miss Orie, though only fourteen years
old is possessed of rare musioal talents as well
as other intellectual gifts. *
Thu Chkss Department.—This interesting feat
ure of this paper will be continued regularly after
a while. Mr. Wurm is conducting it with marked
ability.
Billy Embrso* and thr Bio Four.—Remem
ber that on to-morrow (Monday) evening we are
to have the finest Minstrel entertainment we have
ever had in this city. See what the Indianapolis
Journal says of the company :
"Emerson’s minstrels opened their week last
night to one of the largest and most select audien
ces of the season. The audience, in character as
well as in size, was a striking comment in itself
upon the high and refined nature of the perform
ance given by this combination. Billy Emerson
appeared in his amusing specialties, and in the
midst of one of his funniest feats he was presented
with a splendid floral design in the form of a lyre,
with broad and beautiful pedestal, to which was
attached a card upon which was written ‘Billy
Emerson, from his many friends in Cincinnati.’
The ‘Big Four', composed of Messrs. Waldron,
Smith, Morton and Martin, took the house by
storm. In its line, their appearance was the most
brilliant success of the season. If you want to see
one of the funniest and most extraordinary per
formances ever witnessed, don’t fail to visit the
Grand this week and interview the ‘Big Four.’
They are immense. Another fine feature of the
entertainment is the singing and harp playing of
Signor Abecco. Billy Emerson as Alexander, in
‘Blue Glass,’ kept the house roaring, and the
wonderful ‘Ten Thousand Dollar Mystery’ con
cludes a first class performance in every respect.
The Cottage Window.
This elegant pioture, kindly given by Mrs.
Gregory to be raffled for the benefit of,the yel
low fever sufferers, will be disposed of as soon
as the chances are taken. The object of the
gift is such a noble one and the cause so prais-
worthy that it would scarcely require an appeal
to our citizens to lend their aid in the matter.
The picture is on exhibition at the drug store of
Messrs. Pemberton, Samuels and Reynolds on
Marietta St.
The Arkansas Press Associa
tion and the Hot Springs.
The sixth annual convention of the Arkansas
Press Association met at Hot Springs on the 1st
inst. Forty-seven members were present, rep
resenting nearly as many papers.
Among the numerous interesting features of
the convention, was an eloquent speech of wel
come, on behalf of the good people of Hot Springs,
by Dr. W. H. Barry,a former knight of the quill,
and a well-timed response, on behalf of the press
gang, by Gen. Wm. R. Burke, of the Helena
Daily World; the annual address of the presi
dent, Maj. J. H. Sparks, of the Fort Smith Her
ald-, an oration by Prof. James Mitchell, former
ly of the Little Rook Gazette,and poems by Hon.
James Torrans, Mrs. Lillian Rozelle Messenger
and the venerable Wm. Quesenberry.
The convention was in session two days and
transacted much important business. The next
meeting of the association will be at Pine Bluff,
in June, 1879.
The town of Hot Springs is situated in the
mountains of Garland county, about twenty-five
miles northwest of Melvern, a station on the Sb
Louis, Iron Mountain and Southern Railway,
and is connected with the latter place by one of
the best constructed narrow gauge roads in the
Union.
Hot Springs Creek is a mountain torrent gurg
ling through the narrow gorge between the Oil
and Hot Springs mountains a distance of two
miles or more. In the valley or gorge, and im
mediately over the oreek, is built the town. The
Hot Springs, sixty or seventy in number, burst
from the west side of the mountain of that name
and flow into the oreek, or are oonveyed to the
residences, hotels and bath-houses in pipes.
The springs certainly rank among the most
remarkable wonders of the earth,and their great
ourative properties are too fully established to
demand mention here. We believe these ther
mal waters to be Nature’s remedy for a vast
number of the worst diseases that human flesh
is heir to. But in the present unsettled eondi-
tion of affairs they are of but little benefit to the
suffering thousands who would visit them but
for the many disadvantages to be encountered.
For a period of thirty years or more the springs
were in litigation—a protracted suit between
the general government and a number of oitizens
who set up utle to them. Nearly three years ago
the supreme court rendered judgment, in favor
of the government, forever settling the question
of title. During the pending of this suit
no citizen felt that he had any guaran
tee that he would be paid for his improvements,
should the adjustment of the olaims result ad
versely to him. And sinoe the repudiation of
the judgment no citizen feels that he is pecuni
arily safe in erecting a oostly or even substan
tial edifice on the government reservation; con
sequently, only a few good hotels, bath-houses
or residences adorn this truly piotnresque little
city. It is chiefly a collection of rude frame
buildings, constructed for temporary use. The
people of Hot Springs are public spirited and
generous, but they cannot make hospitals of
their homes and nurses of their families.
Sinoe the title to these celebrated springs is
vested in the government, it should make liber
al provision for the hundreds of invalids in in
digent circumstances—should establish a com
modious hospital for their benefit, and so man
age and control these invaluable thermal wa
ters, that they will in fact be the great blessing
to mankind that nature designed them. The
commissioners should also give encouragement
to the citizens to improve and beautify this val
ley, naturally so rich in magnificence, and so
splendid in grandeur. The charming scenery
of Hot Springs and vicinity is not surpassed in
the South, and if the government will only do
its part, this already-famous ‘fountain of health'
will soon be as renowned for its attractions as a
fashionable watering-place as it now is for its
wonderful remedial qualities.
Domestic Affairs.
Parlor, Kitchen and Garden.
Fruit Eating.—When fruit does harm it is be
cause it is eaten at improper times, in improper
quantities, or before it is ripened and fit for the
human stomaoh. A distinguished physician has
said that if his patients would make a practice
of eating a couple of good oranges before break
fast, from February to June, his practice would
be gone. The principal evil is that we do not
eat enough of fruit; that we injure its finer qual
ities with sugar, that we drown them in cream.
We need the medical action of the pure fruit
acids in our system, and their oooling, correct
ive influence.
Ribbons and Silks.—Ribbons and other silks
Bhould be put away for preservation in brown
paper; the ohloride of lime used in manufactu
ring white paper frequently produces discolor
ation. A white satin dress should be pinned in
blue paper, with brown paper outside, sewn to
gether at the edges.
Cheese Biscuits.—Take two ounces of butter,
two ounces of flour, two ounces of grated cheese,
a little cayenne and salt. To be made into a
thin paste and rolled out very thin, then out
into pieces four inohes long and one inch broad;
bake a very light brown and send to table as hot
as possible.
Soda foe Tins.—The best thing for cleaning
tin ware is common soda. Dampen a cloth and
dip in soda and rub the ware briskly; after which
wipe dry, and it will look equal to new.
Rumbled Eggs.—Beat up three eggs with two
ounces of fresh butter; add a teaspoonful of
new milk or cream; put all in a sauoepan and
keep stirring over the fire for nearly five min
utes until it rises, when it should be immediate
ly dished on buttered toast.
Lady Fingers.—Take four eggs, four ounces
of sugar, two ounces of flour; beaHhe yolks and
sugar together; then add the whites and flour;
flavor with lemon; drop on paper and lay the pa
per on pans to bake; sprinkle the cake with su
gar before baking.
To Whiten Knife-Handles.—The ivory han
dles of knives sometimes become yellow from be
ing allowed to remain in dish-water. Rub them
with sand-papor till white. If the blades have
become rusty from careless usage, rub them
also with sand-paper and they will look as nice
as new.
To Extract Ink from Cotton, Silk and Wool
en Goods, saturate the spots with spirits of tur
pentine and let it remain several hours; then
rub it between the hands. It will crumble away
without injuring the color or texture of the ar
ticle. To extract ink from linen, dip the stain
ed part in hot tallow. When cool, wash the gar
ment in soapsuds and the ink will disappear
This is infallible.
Spoiling ‘Sweet Home.’—Peevish and que
rulous tempers spoil the repose of many a house
hold. ‘Better is a dinner of herbs where peace
is than a stalled ox with contention.’ There are
people who are always making a fuss and will
not let you be quiet; these have the knack of
making dining and drawing-rooms intolerable.
They are as unwholesome as even a roomful of
bad air could be. Moping and whining, discov
ering all manner of frets and aches and imagi
nary woes—grumbling at the maids—finding
cause of alarm in everything—such people rare
ly fail in making homes intolerable, and driving
forth those who had hoped for and who were
entitled to find, peace and repose therein.
Badly Cooked Steals.—I am glad you are
giving ns a Domgstio Department and will from
time to time send you such items as my expe
rience have shown to be valuable. I do my own
cooking and I study to give the necessary va
riety in material and mode of cooking that I
think health requires. I am a warm believer in
the virtues of oat meal that I see you, Mrs. B.,
so highly reccommend. It as you say the
cheapest dish because it contains so much nu
triment You can tell that by its ‘filling up—’
satisfying so soon. I find baked quinces and
apples another hygienio article on the table—I
know they have saved many a Doctor’s bill.
Another nice article for tea is Graham Gems.
I make my wheat bread up without lard or but
ter, using only milk—make it as soft as possible
and put down in a hot oven. It rises nicely
and is much more digestible than when made
up with grease. I use soda when the flour is
not fresh or tho milk is sour; otherwise, stirring
and pulling apart in the air a good deal will
answer the same purpose. The air that pene
trates the dough will cause it to be light enough.
Baked beans is a standard dish with us, but the
beans require long and thorough oooking in an
earthen vessel, containing a little water and a
small piece of meat as seasoning. I send you a
few recipes.
Copper Boiler.—A copper boiler or teakettle
may be kept clean by a daily washing in butter-
milk, rubbing dry with a flannel. Fresh milk
may be used, but buttermilk is better.
Knots.—Take three eggs, five spoonfuls
of white sugar, half spoonful of soda dissolved
in two spoonfuls of cold water, a piece of butter
the size of half an egg, flour enough to roll out;
out in strips and tie in love knots. Fry in hot
lard. •
Po ?’T A owrelessly-kept coffee pot will
lmpurt a rank flavor to the strongest infusion of
the beet Java. Wash the ooffee pot thoroughly
,^*Ti mid twioe a week boil borax
water in it for fifteen minutes.