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*1 JOHN n. SISALS. - Kdltor and Proprietor IV. B. SISALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor, HRS. MARY E. BRYAB (•) Aeeoclate Editor. ATLANTA, GEORGIA, OCTOBER 5, 1878. The Bed Cross. ygg- See the Red Mark on your pa per. It means that your subscription is out, and that we hope you will find it convenient to renew right away. along $2.50 without delay, and missing a number of the paper. Don’t Lend this Issue. Send avoid We have used a very inferior quality of paper this week, because our regular supply from the splendid Marietta Mills failed to reach us in time. Those who are filing the numbers should not lend this one as it will easily wear out. 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.