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From Ellsworth’s Report for 18-15.
Okra#
Washington City, Jan. 15, 1845
Dear Sir :— I take the liberty to call
your attention to the cultivation of one of
the most valuable of vegetables, destined,
at no distant day, to expel from our
markets one of the most extensive arti
cles of imports, and now admitted free
of duty. I mean okra, whose excellence
in soup is universally known and ac
knowledged. Its ripe seeds burned and
used as coffee, cannot be distinguished
therefrom; and many persons of the
most fastidious taste have not been able
to distinguish it from the best “Java.”
It is very easily grown. The seeds may
be sown in May, in drills 4 feet asunder,
an inch deep and eight inches apart, and
cultivated like corn or peas. It sends up
a strong stalk, and vieids a great abun
dance of seeds, and the “ coffee” made
from it is very healthy. I think it mat
ter of great importance, especially to the
Western States, and herewith* send a bag
of seeds for distribution.
Very respectfully,
J. F. CALLAN.
Hon. H. L. Ellsworth.
Extract from the Farmer's Encyclo
pedia.—Okra, ( hibiscus csculenlis.) —
This plant is extensively cultivated in the
West Indies, from whence it has been
introduced into the United States. The
pods are gathered green, and used in
soups. They form an important ingre
dient in the celebrated gumbo soup of
New Orleans, and other Southern places.
The pods are filled with seeds and a mu
cilage, of a bland and highly nutritious
quality. Hence the okra is frequently
recommended to persons afflicted with
dysentery and other bowel complaints,
eaten either boiled or made into soup.
When buttered and spiced, they afford a
rich dish ; and, with vinegar, they make
a good pickle. The plant comes to ma
turity in the Middle States, and the pods
arc abundant in the Philadelphia mar
ket. Those who become once accus
tomed to this wholesome vegetable, con
tract a great fondness lor its peculiar
flavor. In Louisianna, and other South
ern States, a dinner is scarcely consider
ed complete without okra cooked in some
way or other; and the poor consider it
one of their greatest blessings. The
pods are of a proper size when two or
three inches long, but may be used as
long as they remain tender. If fit for
use, they will snap asunder at the ends;
but if too old and woody, they must be
rejected. One peck of the tender pods
are to be cut crosswise into very thin
slices, not exceeding one-eighth of an
inch in thickness; to this quantity, add
about one-third of a peck of Tomatoes,
previously peeled and cut into pieces.—
The proportion of tomatoes may be va
ried to suit the taste. A coarse piece of
beef (a shin is generally made use of) is
placed in a pot or digester, with about
and a half gallons of water, and a
very small quantity of salt. This is per
mitted to boil a few minutes, when the
scum is taken off, and the okra and to
matoes are thrown in. With these in
gredients, in the proportions mentioned,
the soup is very fine. Still, some think
it improved by the addition of green
corn, Lima beans, &c. The most es
sential thing to be attended to is the
boiling, and the excellency of the soup
depends almost entirely on this being
done faithfully; for, if it be not boiled
enough, however well the ingredients
may have been selected and proportion
ed, the soup will be very inferior, and
give but little idea of the delightful fla
vor it possesses when well done. A
properly constructed digester, is deci
dedly the best vessel for boiling this or
any other soup in; but, where such a
utensil is not at hand, an earthen pot
should be preferred; but on no account
make use of an iron one, as it would
turn the whole soup perfectly black, in
stead of the proper color, viz: green,
colored with the rich yellow of toma
toes. The i. time required for
boiling okra soup is about five hours;
during which it should be occasionally
stirred, and the ingredients mashed.—
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When taken off, the original quantity
will be reduced to about one half, and
the meat “ done to rags,” the whole
forming a homogeneous mass, of the
consistence of thick porridge.
A Domestic Chat.
BY MRS. HELLEN C. KNIGHT.
“ This is pleasant!” exclaimed a young
husband taking his seat cosily in the
rocking chair, as the tea-things were re
moved. The fire glowed in the grate,
revealing a pretty and neatly furnished
setting room with all the appliances of
comfort. The fatiguing business of the
day was over, and ho sat enjoying, what
he had all day been anticipating, the de
lights of his own fireside. His pretty
wife, Esther, took her work and sat down
by his side at the table.
“ It is pleasant to have a home of one’s
own,” he said again, taking a satisfacto
ry survey of his snug little quarters.—
The cold rain beat against the windows,
and he thought he felt grateful for his
present comforts.
“ Now if we could only have a piano?”
said the wife.
“ Give me the music of your sweet
voice before all the pianos in creation,”
lie declared, complimentary, despite a
certain secret disappointment that his
wife’s thankfulness did not happily chime
with his own.
“Well, but we want one for our
friends,” said Esther.
“ Let our friends come to see us, and
not to hear a pianol” exclaimed the hus
band.
“ Hut George, every body has a piano
now-a days—we don’t go any where
without seeing a piano,” persisted the
wife.
“ And yet I don’t know what we want
one for—you will have no time to play
on one, and [ dont want to hear it.”
“ Why, they are so fashionable—l
think our room looks nearly naked with
out one.”
“ I think it looks just right.”
“ I think it looks very naked—we want
a piano shockingly,” protested Esther,
emphatically.
The husband rocked violently. “Your
lamp smokes, my dear,” he said after a
long pause.
“ When are you going to get an astral
lamp? I have told you a dozen times
how much we needed one,” said Esther,
pettishly.
“ Those are very pretty lamps—l nev
er can see to read by an astral lamp,”
declared the husband.
“ Those will do, but you know every
body now-a days wants an astral lamp.”
“ Those lamps are the prettiest of the
kind I ever saw—they were bought at
Boston.”
“ But, George, I do not think our room
is complete without an astral lamp,” said
the wife sharply; “ they are so fashiona
ble—why, the I) -’s and A ’.%
all have them ; I am sure we ought to.”
“ We ought to if we take pattern by
other people’s expenses, and I don’t see
any reason for that.” The husband
moved uneasily in his chair.
“We want to live as well as others
live,” said Esther.
“ We want to live within our means,
Esther?” exclaimed George.
“ I am sure I should think we could af
fore it as well as the B ’s and L ’s,
and many others I might mention —we do
not wish to appear mean.”
George’s cheek crimsoned. “ Mean !
I am not mean,” he cried angrily.
“ Then we do not want to appear so,”
said the wife. “To complete this room,
and make it look like other peoples, we
want a piano and an astral lamp.”
“We want —we want!” muttered the
husband, “ theres no satisfying the wo
man’s wants, do what you may,” and he
abruptly left the room.
How many husbands are in a similar
dilemma! How many homes and hus
bands are rendered uncomfortable by the
constant dissatisfaction of a wife with
present comforts and present provisions !
How many bright prospects for business
have ended in bankruptcy and ruin, in
order to satisfy this secret hankering af
ter fashionable necessaries. Could the
real cause of many a failure be made
known, it would be found to result from
useless expenditures at home —expenses
to answer the demands of fashion, and—
“what will people think?”
“My wife has made my fortune,”
said a gentleman of great possessions,
AUGUSTA, GA. JUNE 21, 1845.
“by her thrift, prudence and cheerfulness
when I was just beginning.” “And
mine has lost my fortune,” answered his
companion, bitterly, “ by useless extrav
agance, and repining when 1 was doing
well.” What a world does this open to
the influence which a wife possesses
over the future prosperity of her family.
Let the wife know her influence, and try
to use it wisely and well.”
Be satisfied to commence small. It is
too common for young housekeepers to
begin where their mothers ended. Buy
all that is necessary to work skilfully
with; adorn your house with all that
will render it comfortable. Do not look
at rich homes, and covet their costly
furniture. If secret dissatisfaction is
ready to spring up, go a step farther and
visit the homes of the poor and suffer
ing; behold dark, cheerless apartments,
insufficient clothing, and absence of all
the comforts and refinements of social
life, then return to your own with joyful
spirit. You will then be prepared to
meet your husband with a grateful heart,
and be ready to appreciate that toil and
self-denial which he has endured in his
business world to surround you with all
the delights of home; then you will be
ready to co-operate cheerfully with him
in so arranging your expenses, that his
mind will not be constantly harrassed
with fears, iest family expenditures may
encroach upon public payments. Be
independent; a young housekeeper nev
er needed greater moral courage than
she now does to resist the arrogance of
fashion. Do not let the A’s and
B ’s decide what you must have;
neither lot them hold the string of your
purse. You know best what you can
and ought to afford ; then decide with a
strict integrity, according to your means.
Let not the censures and approval of
the world ever tempt you to buy what
you hardly think you can afford. It
matters little what they think, provided
you are true to yourself and your fam
i'y-
Thus pursuingan independent, straight
forward and consistent course of action,
there will spring up peace and joy all
around you. Satisfied and happy your
self, you will make your husband so, and
your children will feel the warm and sun
ny influence. Happy at home, your
husband then can go into the world with
a clear head and self relying spirit; do
mestic bickerings will not sour and sully
his heart, and he will return to you again
with a confiding and unceasing love.—
Depend upon it, beauty, grace, wit, ac
complishments, have far less to do with
family joys, and family coinfort, than
prudence, economy, thrift, and good
sense. A husband may get tired of ad
miring, but never with the comfortable
consciousness that his receipts exceeds
his demands.
Beautiful Sketch.
One day the Queen of Sheba gave
Solomon a ring, with many score of ox
en. She bade him bestow it on the wi
sest of his sages. So Solomon com
manded his wise men to appear before
him on the feast of the full moon. They
came from Bethel and Dan, the court and
the school of the prophets.
Then King Solomon, arrayed in the
the regal robes, sat on his throne, the
sceptre of Israel in his right hand. The
Queen of Sheba sat beside him. He
commanded his sages to speak. Many
opened their mouths and discoursed right
eloquently. They told of many things.
The eyes of the Queen shone like dew
drops which quiver at sunrise on the
peach blossoms. Solomon was sad.
At last one rose of courtly mein. He
told of wonderous cities in far off lands.
How the sun scalds the dews of Sahara.
How it forsakes the chill north for whole
months, leaving the cold moon in its place.
He spoke of the fleets that go down to
the sea; he told how they weave wax at
Tyrus, spin gold at Ophir; and of the
twisted shell that comes from Oroba, and
the linen in Egypt, that endures the fire.
He spoke of fleets; of laws; the art that
makes men happy.
“Truly, he is wise,” said the king.
But let others speak.
Another came forth, he was young in
years. His cheek was burning with en
thusiasm. The fire of genius shone in
his eyes like the day star, when all the
others are swallowed up in the light.—
He spoke of the works of the great one.
Told how the Cedar of Lebanon, when
the sun kisses its forehead, lifts up its
great arms with a shout, shaking off’ the
feathery snow in winter, or the pearly
dew of autumn, to freshen the late cal
ma that glitters at its foot. He spoke
of the elephant, the antelope, the jackal,
the eagle, the mule. He knew them all.
He told of the fish that made glad wa
ters as the seasons dance and froiic round
their head. He sang in liquid softness,
of the rose to the stars, spoke of old
chaos, of the world, the offering of love.
He spoke of the stars; the crown; Naz
areth, and the tall ladder Jacob saw.—
He sang again the star of creation.
“ He is wiser than Solomon,” said the
king; “to him belongs the prize.”
But at that moment some men in hum
ble garb, brought a stranger, unwilling
along. His raiment was poor, but
comely and snow white. The seal of
labor was on his hand; the dust of trav.
el covered his sandals. His beard, long
and silvery, went down to his girdle; a
sweet smile, like a sleeping infant sat,
unconscious, on his lip. His eye was
the angel’s lamp, that burns in still devo
tion before the court of Paradise, making
the day. As he leaned on the shepherd
staff in the gay court, a blush like a
girl’s stole over his cheek.
“Speak,” said the king.
“I have nothing to say,” exclaimed
the hoary man. “I know only how
unwise and frail I am. lam no sage.
And Solomon’s countenance rose.—
“ By the sceptre of El-Shaddon I charge
thee to speak thou ancient man.”
Then he began. “My study is my
self; my acts, my sentiments. I learn
how frail I am, I of myself, can do noth
ing. I can listen to that voice within ;
and 1 know all; I can do all!” Then
he spoke of his glees and his glooms,
his hopes; his operations; his faith.—
He spoke of nature; the modest trees,
the pure golden stars. When he came
to Him who “ is all in all,” he bowed his
face and was dumb.
“Givo him the ring,” said Solomon.
“ Ho knows himself, he is the wisest.—
The spirit of the holy is in him.”
“Take back the gift,” said the sage,
“I need it not. He that knows himself
needs no reward. He knows God. He
sees the All of things. Alas! Ido but
feebly know myself—l deserve no ring.
Let me return to my home and my duty.”
— N. Y. Mirror.
Western Heroines#
Cincinnati, May 12th, 1845.
Mr. Cist ; —As opportunity' now of
fers, I will proceed to redeem my prom
ise, by giving you another of “ Old Tim
Watkins’” tales. On the Illinois river,
near two hundred miles from its junc
tion with the Mississippi, there lived at
the time I write of, an old pioneer,
known in those days as “ Old Parker, the
squatter.” His family consisted of a
wile and three children, the oldest a boy
of nineteen, a girl of seventeen, and the
youngest a boy of fourteen. At the
time of which we write, Parker and his
oldest boy had gone in company with
three Indians on a hunt, expecting to be
absent some five or six days. The third
day after the departure, one of the In
dians returned to Parker’s house, came
in and sat himself down by the fire, lit
his pipe and commenced smoking in si
lence. Mrs. Parker thought nothing of
this, as it was no uncommon thing for
one, or sometimes more of a party of
Indians to return abruptly from a hunt,
at some sign they might consider omin
ous of bad luck, and in such instances
were not very communicative. But at
last the Indian broke silence with “ ugh,
old Parker die.” This exclamation im
mediately drew Mrs. Parker’s attention,
who directly inquired of the Indian,
what’s the matter with Parker? The
Indian responded, Parker sick, tree fell
on him, you go, he die. Mrs. Parker
then asked the Indian if Parker sent for
her, and where he was? The replies of
the Indian somewhat aroused her sus
picions. She however came to the con
clusion to send her son with the Indian
to see what was the matter. The boy
and Indian started. That night passed,
and the next day too, and neither the
boy or Indian returned. This confirmed
Mrs. Parker in her opinion, that there
was foul play on the part of the Indians.
So she and her daughter went to work
and barricaded the door and windows in
the best way they could. The young
est boy’s rifle was the only one left, he
not having taken it with him when he
went to see after his father. The old
lady took the rifle, the daughter the axe,
and thus armed, they determined to
watch through the night, and defend
themselves, if necessary. They had not
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long to wait after night fall, for shortly
after that, some one commenced knock
ing at the door, crying out, mother!
mother! but Mrs. Parker thought the
voice was not exactly like that of her
son—in order to ascertain the fact, she
said, “Jake, where are the Indians?”—
The reply, which was “ uni gone,” sat
isfied her on that point. She then said
as if speaking to her son, put your ear
to the latch-hole, I want to tell you
something before I open the door. The
head was placed at the latch-hole, and
the old lady fired her rifle through the
same spot, and killed an Indian. Sho
stepped back from the door instantly, and
it was well she did so, for quicker than I
have penned the last two words, two rifle
bullets came crashing through the door.
The old lady then said to her daughter,
thank God, there is but two, I must have
killed the one at the door—‘they mnst be
the three who went on the hunt with
your father. If we can only kill or crip
ple another one of them, we will be safe ;
now we must both be still after they fire
again, and they will then break the door
down, and I may be able to shoot an
other one; but if I miss them when get
ting in, you must use the axe. The
daughter equally courageous with her
mother, assured her that she would.—
Soon after this conversation, two more
rifle bullets came crashing through the
window. A death-like stillness ensued
for about five minutes, when two more
balls, in quick succession, were fired thro’
the door, then followed a tremendous
punching with a log, the door gave way,
and with a fiendish yell an Indian was
about to spring in. when the unerring
rifle, fired by the gallant old lady, stretch
ed his lifeless body across the threshold
of the door. The remaining, or more
properly surviving Indian, fired at ran
dom and ran, doing no injury. “Now,”
said the old heroine to her undaunted
daughter, “we must leave.” According
ly, with the rifle and the axe, they went
to the river, took the canoe, and without
a mouthful of provision, except one wild
duck and two black-birds, which the
mother shot, and which were eaten raw,
did these two courageous hearts in six
days arrive among the old French set
tlers at St. Louis. A party of about a
dozen men crossed over into Illinois, and
after an unsuccessful search, returned
without finding either Parker or his
boys. They were never found. There
are yet some of the old settlers in the
neighborhood of Peoria, who still point
out the spot whero “ old Parker the
squatter” lived.
Respectfully, G. Redoing.
Cist's Advertiser .]
Juvenile Courage.
We lately met with an account of an
incident which occurred in the town of
Weser in Germany, in which a remarka
ble degree of courage and presence of
mind was manifested by a lad only seven
years of age. He was playing one day
with his sister of four years old, when he
was alarmed by the cry of some men
who were in pursuit of a mad dog. The
child suddenly looking around him, saw
the dog running towards him-—but in
stead of making his escape, he took off
his coat, and wrapping it around his arm
boldly faced the dog, and holding out the
arm covered with the coat, the animal
attacked it, and worried the coat until
the men came up, who, being armed with
clubs, killed the dog. The men reproach
fully asked the boy, why he did not run,
and avoid the dog, which he could so ae
sily have done. “ Yes,” said the little he
ro, “I could have run from the dog; but
if I had, he would have attacked my sis
ter. To protect her, however, I thought
of offering him my coat which he
might tear at till you should come up
and kill him. The men, as well they
might, first admired his courage in facing
the dog; but they were more astonished
at the prudence and firmness of mind
discovered by this phenomenon. The
conduct of this wonderful child furnishes
a useful hint to persons of more mature
age, in protecting themselves from the at
tack of a mad dog.
A Man came to a Printing office to beg
a paper, “because,” says he, “we like to
read the newspapers very much, but our
neighbors don’t take none!”
A young lady from the interior of the
State of New York, (says the Tribune,)
has just been married to her second hus
band: she is now years old, and
married her first husband when she was
ill.