Rensselaer Union, Volume 11, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 March 1879 — Page 5

The Rensselaer Union. RENSSELAER, . - INDIANA.

MY TRAMP. That's he attain I I know his whoop As n« saJi«’. down the lane. No need co slay till he oitUs for “grub. With his face sgaihsc the pane. As I set me here in my easy chair I can note the seauffering g»it Of his sunburnt feet, out 111 go at onoe. My tramp uousn't like wait. Little brown breeches and brim lees hat! 1 could uiriy me yet for awhile, ' Anu ponder, my young king-jlemoerat, With a mother-philoMipher ■ smile. The possible future of your young rule, I'he imperious doetrine learned Bo e irly, alack I "Ho meat! ho bread f' us the store you have never earned; Could divine, of the little tanned, tired feet, What sort of a road, by and by. They would travel apace, and at even time To whatsort of home would hie. “ Ho bread! ho meat!” would he find them there ? These are all the names he knows > For the great God love that makes the home. For the 1 uliuess, the repose. Ah, apple cheek and chestnut curls 1 hat are lying upon my breast! J wonder if thia is typical Of the day 'a end and the rest! And 1 lay my little tired worn-out tramp On his bttie bod ad white, As praj th it the blessed Savior's arms _, May gather him in that night. —Maty U. Sturgei. in Chrittian Union.

THE BABY S PICTURE.

Miss Arethusa Peppard was out of temper. She said she was “ mad.” But it must have been a mild kind of madness, for her pleasant voice had only a dash of sharpness, and no tire flashed from her soft brown eyes. But she was out of temper; no doubt about that, and no wonder. She had left her mite of a cottage early that April morning, and gone over to New York to shop, and in the very first store she entered—a store crowded with people buying seeds, and bulbs, and plants her pocketbook, containing her halfmonthly allowance, had bijen stolen, and she had been obliged to return to Summertown without the young lettuces, and cabbages, and onion sets, and parsley, and radish seeds that she had intended the very next day to plant in her mite of a garden. And every day lost in a garden in early spring, as everybody knows, or ought to know, is a loss indeed, and there’s nothing in the world so exasperating to an amateur gardener, as everybody also knows, or ought to know, than to hear from a neighboring amateur gardener: “ Good-morning, Miss Peppard. How backward you are this year! Your radishes are just showing, and we’ve had at least a dozen a day for three days past. And our parsley’s up, and our onions doing nicely. And you used to be so forward!” So Miss Pepoard, who was a dear little sweet-faceu, wonderfully bright old lady, living in the neatest and most comfortable manner on asmall income, with a faithful colored servant-woman a few years younger than herself, a rolly-poly dog, a tortoise-shell cat and three birds, had two reasons for being sorely vexed, the loss of her money and the loss of the days which she had expected would start the green things a-growing.

*• All the money I had,” she said to Peteona—called Ona for short—as she rocked nervously back and forth in her rocking-chair, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed. “I only wish I could catch the thief. I’d send him to Jail as sure as grass is green.” “ Dat’s sho’ enuff, Miss Peppar’”— Peteona always dropped the “d” “ an’ it’d sarve ’em zackly right, w’en dey war ketched, to be drug to de lockup by de heels.” Then after a slight pause, which was Ona’s way she added an after-thought: “Dono, dough; s’pose dey might as well take de pore wretch by de head.” •‘All the money 1 had,” repeated Miss Peppard; “ five-and-twenty dollars; ana 1 can’t get any more for two weeks, for borrow 1 never did and never will. Arid there’s'tEe garden all laid out and ready for planting, and Mrs. Brown sets out her lettuces and cabbage plants to-morrow morning, and she’ll be sending them here with her compliments—her compliments, indeed!—before ours have begun to head.” “ “If she do, I’ll frow ’em ober de fence,” said Ona. “Better eat them, dough, I guess. Her complimen’s can’t hurt ’em.” “And, oh! my conscience!” Miss Peppard went on (she could invoke her “conscience” thus lightly, dear old lady, because she had nothing on it), “baby’s picture was in that pocketbook. And I can’t get another. Polly said it was the last, and the photographer don’t come that way but once a year.” “ Well, well, you are a pore soul,” sympathized Peteona, “to go an’ lose dat ar picter—dat lubly thing jus’ like a homed angel. An’ yer sister's onliest chile—’cept five. Wish I had dat robber yere dis. minnit; I’d box his ears so he couldtPt’set down fur a week.”

“Ho wouldn’t be here long,” said her mistress. “Of all things in the wide world, I hate a thief. I’d have him put where he'd steal nothing for a year or two at least.” “Might beashe; dar’s she-robbers,” suggested Ona; “an’dey’s all wuss den caterpillars. Caterpillars takes yo’ things right’fore yo’ eyes—don’t sneak in jo’ pockit. Take a cup of tea, Miss JPeppar’. Dar’s no use frettin’ no mo’. An’ de cat’s ben a-settin’ on yer skirt for half an hour, wantin’ you to notice her, pore thing. She jus’ came in off de po’ch a mipnit ago.” Miss Peppard took the tea, and spoke to the cat; but she couldn’t help fretting; and she slept but little that night, and awoke the next morning almost as vexed as ever, and denounced the thief at intervals of about half an hour from breakfast until dinner, although Peteona emphatically remarked: “ Dar’s no use cursin’ an’ swearin'. Miss Peppar’; can't do no good. Wish I had dat robbin’ debbil here, dough.” But after dinner, for which Ona served a soothing little stew and a cooling cream custard, the old lady became a little calmer, and retired to her own room' to write a letter toher Sister Polly, who lived away off in Michigan; and she had just written: “And I can’t make a strawberry bed this summer, as I intended, andl’llhaveto wear my old bonnet, and, dear! dear! how Isb all miss baby’s picturel” When Peteona opened the door sans ceremonie, as she always did, and walked in with a mysterious air. “ Pusson want to see you. Miss Peppar’—man pusson. ’Bout a boy’s age, 1 guess.” “ WhaJ does he look like, and where did you leave him?” asked the old lady, laying down her pen and looking a little alarmed. • -“4)ut-oa. de. po’ch.. J look. de. da’.. An’ he’s a dirty, ragged feller. Shall I broom him off, Mias Peppar’ ? Looks

as dough beort to be broomed off—or gib ■umfin to eat—pore, bony, dirty soul.” “I’ll come right down,” said Miss Peppard; and down she went. And there on the porch stood a dirty, ragged, forlorn-looking boy of about twelve years of age, looking exceedingly “ bony” and half-starved, sure enough. He pulled off bis apology for a cap when Miss Peppard opened the door, but said never a word until the old lady asked him, in a mild voice she never spoke unkindly to dirt and rags: “Well, my boy, what do you want?” “Then you lost your pocket-book yisterday?” he blurted out. “ Yes,” said she, eagerly. “ That is, it was stolen from me; for I felt in my pocket a moment before I missed it. Do you know the thief?” “I’m him,” was the answer; and he raised a pair of dark eyes, that looked like the eyes of a hunted animal, to her face. “My conscience!” exclaimed the old lady, and fell into a chair that stood near, while Peteona darted out and seized him, shouting: “Golly! gotyo’ wish mighty soon dis time, Miss Peppar’. Run for de Constable. I’ll hold him. Could ho|d a dozen like him—or two or free.” “ Let him alone, Ona,” said her mistress, while the boy stood without making the slightest resistance. “Ain’t he to be drug to de lock-up?” asked Ona, with a toss of her turbaned head. “ Wait till we hear what he has to say,” said Miss Peppard. Then turning to trie boy, she asked, as mildly as ever: “Of course you haven’t brought me back ” “Yes, I have,” interrupted he. “ Here ’tis, money and all, ’cept what I had to take to fetch me out here. I found your name in it on a card, and where you lived.” “But, bless you!” exclaimed the old lady, more and more surprised, “ what made you take it if you were going to bring it back? Come into the kitchen and tell me all about it. Ona. give him a drink of milk.”

“ By de Lor’Harry!” said Ona, rolling up her eyes until nothing but the whites were visible, “ nebber hear of such a ting long as 1 lib—gibbin’ hullsale robbers .drinks of milk in my clean kitchen! An’ I shan’t do it. ’Spect robbers gits thirsty as well as odder folks, dough.” And she handed him the milk, which he drank eagerly. “ Now go on,” said Miss Peppard. •.‘TFAydid you steal my pocket-book? and why, having stolen it, did you bring it back? Are you a thief?” “S’pose—l—am,” hestammered; “I don’t want to be no more. I wouldn’t, ’a took it a year ago, when my mother was alive; but she died, and father he went to prison soon after for beatin’ another man; and I hadn’t no friends; and it’s hard gittin’ along when your mother’s dead, and you hain’t no friends, and your father’s in prison.” “’Tain't soft, dat’s de fac’,” said Peteona, gravely. “So I fell in with a gang of bad fellers, but I never stole nothin’ but things to eat till yisterday. I come out of the House of Refuge two weeks ago ” “House of Refuse!” exclaimed Peteona, holding up her hands. “An’ a settin’ in my clean kitchen, on my clean 011-clof! Wot nex’?”

“ I was there for breakin’ a winder and sassin’ a cop,” said the boy, with a show of indignation, “ and nothin’ else, though they did try to make me out a reg’Tar bad un.” And then he went on, under the influence of Miss Peppard’s steady gaze: “And the fellers said I was a softy not to have the game as well as the name, and so 1 went into the store ’cause I seen a lot of folks there, and-1 stole your pocket-book. And—” dropping his eyes and his voice—“ there was a picter of a little baby in it.” “My Sister Polly's child!” cried Miss Peppard, her wrinkled cheeks beginning to glow. “Her onliest child—’cept five,” said Peteona.

“ And it looks like,” continued the boy, bursting into tears—“ it looks like —my—little —sister.” “Your little sister?” repeated Miss Peppard, her own eyes tilling with tears. “Is she— with her mother?” “’8 to be hoped she be,” said Ona, with a sniff, “orsome odder place whar she’ll be washed. Her brudder's dirty nufl for a hull fam’ly.” “She's in a place ten miles or more from here,” said the boy, “ with a woman who used to know mother. Mother gave her fifty dollars just afore she died. She managed to save it and hide it from father somehow, to keep Dolly till my aunt in California could send for her; but my aunt's dead, too, and I’m afraid Dolly’ll have to go in the Orphan Asylum, after all. Father don’t care nothin’ ’bout her. But if she does, if I’m a good boy, I can go to see her; but if Pm a thief— And when I saw that picture I said I wiUrbe good. It seemed as though the baby was a-lookin' at me and wantin’ me to kiss her. Nobody evpr kissed me but hdr**‘and my mother. Here's your pocket-book.” Miss Peppard took it from his hand, opened it, found its contents as he had described them, and then sat for full five minutes in deep thought. “ You want to be a good, honest boy,” she - said at last, “so as to be a credit instead of a shame to your baby sister?”

“ Yes,” answered the boy. , a “It’s mostly yes, ma'am, in dese parts,” corrected Ona. “ Well, I'll try you,” said Miss Peppard. “ You!”—starting from his chair. “ Yes, I. I want some plants and seeds from the store where you sto—took the pocketbook, and I am going to trust, you to get them for me. But before you go there, do you know any place where you can buy a suit of clothes, from shoes to hat, for a very little money ?' ’ “Yes, ma’am.” answered the boy, in a voice that already had,'a ring of hope in it. “ Secondhand Bobby’s?” .

“ Well, go to second-hand Robert’s, buy the clothes— By-the-bye, what is your name?” , “Dick Poplar.” theold you can take a bath?” “ S to be hoped hedo,” said Peteona. “ Yes, ma’am.” “ Take a bath, put on the newvlothes, throw”—with a slight motion of disgust—” the old ones away—” “’S to be hoped he will,” said Pcteona. “ Then go to the seed store and give them the note I will write for you. And here are two five-dollar bills.” “ An’ dar money is soon parted!” exclaimed Peteona. matter ’bout de. fust word.” '< But the bov fell on his knees before Miss Peppard and sobbed outright. ”An he 11 nebber come back ainy mo’,” sang Ona, at the top of her

voice, as she went about her work that afternoon after Dick's departure —“no, he'll nebbor come hack any mo’.” But he did. Just as the sun was sinking in the west, a nice-looking, dark-eyed, dark-haired boy, dressed tn a suit of gray clothes a little too large for him, and carrying a package in his arms, came up the garden path to the door of the mite of a cottags. It was Dick, so changed, Peteona scarcely knew him, and the package contained the seeds and onion sets and young lettuces and cabbages, and before dark he had planted them all, under the superintendence of Miss Peppard, in the mite of a garden, and Mrs. Brown had no chanoe of sending her “ compliments” that season. “ And now, ma’am,” said Dick, after supper, “I’ll go. I thank you ever so much, and I wish my mother had krown you.” “P’r’haps she knows her now," said Ona.

“AndlunZZbe a good boy—l will, judged. ” “With the help cf God,” said Miss Peppard, solemnly. “With the help of God,” repeated the boy, in a low voice. “ But I guess you’d better stay here to-night,” continued Miss Peppard. “You can sleep in the wood house. Peteona will make you up a comfortable bed there.” “Sha’n’t do no such ting!” said Peteona, defiantly. “ Ona!” reproved her mistress. “Till my disbes is washed, I mean, Miss Peppar’,” said Ona. “And then to-morrow morning you can start for that baby. I’ve always wanted a baby. Cats arid dogs and birds are well enougbin their way, but a baby is worth them all.” “Golly! now you're talkin’, Miss Peppar’ !” shouted Ona. I's always wanted a baby—a wile baby—too. Nigger babies ain’t much account. Jus’ as waluble to dar mudders, dough, I s’pose. Niggers is such fools!” “ And if you choose to stay in Summertown,” said Miss Peppard, “you may have a home here until you can better yourself. There’s plenty of work for you; and the youth upon whom we have depended for errands and garden help, etc., is ” “ A drefful smart, nice, perlite boy!” chimed in ’Ona; “ as lazy and sassy as he can lib. An’ I’ll call you in de mornin’ w’en de birds arise, an’ we’ll hab dat ar angel here in a jiffy; an’ won’t- de cat an’ dog an’ birds look pale w’en dar noses is outer j’int. But dar noses ’ll be as straight as ebber.” The very nextnightasweet baby girl with great blue eyes and fair curls sat upon Miss Peppard’s lap, looking wonderingly about, as she ate her supper of bread and milk, at Peteona ana the dog and the cat-and-birds, whose noses, were as straight as ever. And before long Dick Poplar became the most pop’lar—dreadful, 1 know, but 1 couldn’t help it—boy in that neighborhood, he was so clever, so obliging, and not a bit “sassy.” “ De Lor’ works in funny ways, sho’ enuf,” said Peteona, one April day, .about a year after the return of Miss Peppard’s pocket-book. “ Who’d b’lieve me and Miss Peppar’ ebber wanted Dick drug to de lock-up by de heels? An’ all de time he was a-bring-in’ me. an’ Miss Peppar’ de lubliest chunk ob sugar, de sweetest honey-bug of a chile dat ebber coaxed ole Peteona for ginger-snaps. She shall hab more, de Lor’ bress and sabe her!”—pouring them from the cake-box into the little uplifted apron. “Peteona ’ll bake dem de hull liblong day, for ebber an’ ebber, for de blue-eyed darlin’—wid a little time lef’ out for her odder work.” —Harper's Weekly.

Giving Them Bluff.

A soggy big' fellow, with a voice as big as a mother’s love, attended by a pop gun sort of a young man. appeared in a Michigan avenue saloon yesterday, and soon started a small riot. The big one refused to pay for what ho drank, and there was talk of bouncing him, when the little fellow took the bar-keeper aside, and explained: “ You see, my big friend here is only giving you bluff. He is got two or three of the worst teeth in his head you ever saw, and they’ve ached night and day . for six weeks. The dentist won’t pull them short of two dollars, and that’s too much. My friend is therefore going around in hopes to getup a tight and have somebody hit him on the jaw and knock those teeth out and save him the two dollars.” The bar-tender saw the point and was satisfied, and the big man was allowed to go out without settling. The same game was worked in another place, and then the pair entered a cigar store. Here the big fellow wanted to ehew everything up, and he could 'hardly keep still while the little onerxplained the tooth-ache business to the cigar man. “If I hit him on the jaw he makes two dollars by the operation, doeahe?” asked the dealer. “Yes, and then he’ll demand damages of you, beside. That’s his game, j ou see.’’ “ Yes, I see,” slowly replied the -dealer, “ but there’s nothing stingy about me. I’d as soon eave him two dollars as not, and if I damage his jaw I'm willing to pay what he asks. Look out, now, rm going for him!” The big fellow was knocked down in no time, and the little one didn't stay to see any more. When the “late deceased” came to his senses, he was lying on %is back in the slush of the gutter, and three or four bootblacks were asking him if his toothache was “ alle gone.” “lam the tarantula of the West!” began the big man as he got up; but after feeling his jaw he started off muttering—“ but I'll save my breath till I git hold of the infant who put me up to this and then skipped!”— Detroit Fne Press. •

A Lawsuit Extraordinary.

White Mr. Seward was a member of the New York Bar in active practice In 1848, the Postmaster of Syracuse refused to deliver a newspaper to a Miss, Felton, to whom it was addressed, without the payment of letter postage, the sender having placed upon it the initial letter of his name. Miss Felton thereupon sued the Postmaster in trover for the value of the paper, and the case was tried before a Justice of the Peace, who held the postal instructions illegal and consequently gave six cents damages and coSts of $2.89 for plaintiff. The case was carried by the Postmaster to the Cotrrt of Common Pleas, which affirmed the judgment with additional costa of $2195. From there it was carried to the-Supreme Court, of the State, which added $87.65 to the judgment before rendered, add the Postmaster then ap-

pealed the case to the Court of Appeals, where the judgment was affirmed with the additional sum of (76.64, making (136.19 in all. j Not satisfied with this measure of justice in the State Courts, the Postmaster went with the case to the Supreme Court of the United States, where it was elaborately argued by Mr. Seward, and decided by a very labored opinion of the Court, affirming the finding of the other courts and rendering Judgment accordingly, but with what costs the record does not show. The case as decided by the Court of Appeals in New York is reported in 1 Comstock, 637, and as decided by the Supreme Court of the United States in the 12th Howard, 284, in which volume it occupies nine pages.— Bangor (Me.) Whig.

PERSONAL AND LITERARY.

—Gen. Sherman and Jefferson Davis left Vicksburg, Miss., recently on the same railroad train. —A descendant of Eliot, who translated the Bible into the language of the Natick Indians, died a pauper at Cleveland, Ohio, recently. —The financial troubles of Archbishop Purcell have, the Cincinnati Commercial says, had a tendency to depress the price of real estate and to destroy business confidence in that city. —Mrs. Agnes D. Jenks, the celebrated witness, says the Washington Star, is one of the conspicuous characters who can be seen promenading Pennsylvania avenue in that city any fine afternoon. —Rev. Abel Manning, Congregauonalist, of Goffstown, Mass., is now ninety-one years old. He has preached 5,000 sermons, delivering 300 in one year. He ridicules the idea some ministers advance, that there should be but one sermon a week. —When Gen. Veach, of North Carolina, escorted Gov. Jarvis, Senator Vance’s -successor, to the Gubernatorial chair, recently, he shook hands with him, and said, “Now, Jarvis, I’ve done all I can do for you. Be comfortable, and you’ll soon get used to it. God bless you, and make me your successor. Good-by.” —The late Joseph Gillott, the steelpen manufacturer, after he became rich, had a mania for collecting old Italian instruments, and, although he knew nothing whatever about music, he became the owner of over five hundred violins and violoncellos—a large portion of which were made by the great artists of Cremona. After his death they were found lying in dusty heaps, or thrust away in boxes.

—Gen. Sherman is stoutly opposed to the marriage of Second Lieutenants in the Army. When he was staying at Atlanta, Ga., a few days ago, Lieut. Alfred Reynolds, of the Twentieth United States Infantry, called to pay h’s respects while on his bridal tour. “ What is your rank, sir?” said Gen. Sherman. “Second Lieutenant,” was the reply. “ Well, sir, you ought to be put to work on a farm,’’ answered the General. —The Russian language is one extremely hard to learn, and cannot be acquired with the dictionary and grammar. It has so many inflections and puzzling grammatical rules, and these are clogged with such lists of exceptions. sub-exceptions and minor subexceptions and words which, like the comets, have an indefinably erratic course of their own, the student of books becomes bewildered and throws up the study in disgust. —ln a letter to Mr. J. J. Piatt, of Ohio, written in 1875, Bayard Taylor said: “ You know how slow the public is to accept new impressions, but in my case there is now the beginning of such an acceptance—that is, the public is inclined to believe that I have done, or am capable of doing, better work than my narratives of travel. For ten years past I have been persistently snubbed by certain literary critics, by whom at least the sincerity and steadiness of my endeavors ought to have been recognized, and a large class of readers has been influenced by tbeir attacks. . I think the worst of the discouraging period is over, and it has not really hurt me. I am as full of hope, of will, and of new poetic conceptions, as ever before in my life. If I live long enough, my best work is still before me.”

Sow Early.

Spring wheat should be sown as early as possible. It will sprout with slight warmth, and though it may not be out of the ground or showing but slightly, still the roots are growing and spreading. And this is just what is needed If sown late and warm weather comes on, the wheat is rushed forward without stooling or tillering and without sufficient roots to give the plant sufficient vitality to produce good grain. Every florist or worn an who s prout s her tulips and hyacinths in a cool cellar in the dark works 6n this principle. They place them in those positions for the roots to grow first before they bring them into the warm room and sunlightWithout this precaution their flowers will be feeble and imperfect. The roots must grow first, for when warm the plant will push forward all its.force in the production of stem and flowei s to the neglect of roots. This is the reason why it is so important to have spring wheat sown early. Let the roots grow and spread while the air is too cold for the blades. In this way less seed is required, for aS the roots spread, it will cause the wheat to stool so soon, as the genial sun pours its rays upon it. And this explains why corn planted early, so that sometimes it is cut off by frosts, yet throughout the season shows a superiority to late planted. The popular idea is to sow wheat and plant corn when the soil and atmosphere become warm, when it will grow rapidly. But both of these cereals are evidently benefited by giving time for the roots to grow and spread before the forcing influence df'the sun’s richer rays.— lowa State Register. —Mr. Joseph Alexander says the reason why hens eat eggs in winter is because they are dry and eat the eggs to quench their thirst. A neighbor was troubled by his hens eating their eggs; after he heard the explanation of Mr. Alexander he supplied them, with water, and the first day they drank several basinfuls. This seemed to corroborate the theory of thirst. A pauper woman, supported for two years by the Overseer of • the Poor at Jamaica, L. 1., was sent to the Lunatic Asylum, lately, and when undressed S.BOO in cash and a bank-book representing SB,OOO were found on her person. ,>«LSM.buMnew >lvdoll; sugar and coffee •reselling »l(iwTy. Not ab Srfin 'Br. BuH’e CoUKh Svrup; we understand our druggists can hardly supply the demand.

HOME, FARM AND GARDEN.

- Bostonian* fry sausage in egg and Cracker dust —By cutting briers when they are in full bloom, they will give no further trouble, it is said. . —A farmer must be something beside a laborer. He must be a man of resources, and rise by his own energy and emergency. - Exchange. —lt will take a long time to make anything like a radical change in our style of farm horses, but it will be done so surely as men have sense enough to see that a 1,400-pound horse costs no more to raise or keep than the veriest scrub.— Clarkson. I noticed some time ago that some one wanted a cure for garget in cows, Here is a remedy: Take poke-root, out or pound it up fine hnd give about one-half teacupful each day with bran or meal, repeating the dose each day. —Cor. Cincinnati Etquirer. —Do not attempt to keep too many fowls together One hundred in a single yard will not produce half the eggs they will if divided into four parte. It will cost no more for feed, but it will be a little more trouble to attend to them.— lowa State Register. —Pork Fillets and Onions.—Have your frying-pan thoroughly heated; put in a bit of dripping or butter, then put in one pound of pork fillets, half a pound of onions, cut into nice rings; season with pepper and salt, when you will have a nice, tender dish. —Pea Soup.—One pound split peas one turnip, two carrots, about two pints of water; take the bone that was left from the last day’s dinner, boil two hours, then add four potatoes sliced; (this will thicken the soup); boil another honr, and this will dinner three or four persons. —To Pickle Pork.—Make a strong brine that will bear an egg; put it in a kettle and let it come to a boil, and skim; cut your meat in pieces to fit, and put it in large stone jars; now cover it with the brine and set in a cool place.

Pork pickled this way will keep very nice. —Snow-Pudding.—Soak half a box of gelatine in a teacup of cold water; pour on it a pint of boiling water; set in a cool place, but do not let it harden; beat the whites of three eggs, to which addLthree cups of sugar and the juice of three lemons; mix with gelatine and pour into molds to harden. Serve with sweet cream. —I will give a cure for tetter which cured my hands, and I have not been troubled with it any for four years. It has cured several others also to my knowledge. Take two parts of glycerine and one part of alcohol; put in a bottle; shake well, and apply to the parts affected; and in washing the hands use glycerine soap.— Cor. Cincinnati Enquirer. —A good way to cook ham is to bake it. Soak about twelve hours. Wash very clean, trimming away any rusty parts. Wipe dry and cover the part not protected with skin with a paste or dough made of flour and hot water. Lay in a dripping-pan, with the pastecovered side upward, with enough water to keep it from burning. Bake until a fork pierces it easily, allowing about twenty-five minutes to eacb pound of the ham. Baste occasionally with the drippings to prevent the crust of paste from cracking off. When done peel off this crust and remove the skin of the ham.

Currant Growing.

The currant is, next to the strawberry, the most popular of our small fruits. The sale far exceeds that of the raspberry, the blackberry, or even the grape, and there is rarely, if ever, a full supply in the market. Since the advent and general spread of the currant worm very few currants are grown in private gardens. Though there is no real difficulty in preventing their ravages, the matter is almost always neglected until the worms have spread themselves over the bushes and done so much damage to the foliage as to destroy the erop and so injure the plant as to prevent a good crop the next season. Then one more onset of the worms, not promptly met, finishes the bush, and the cultivator votes it cheaper to buy than to grow currants. We have grown currants for the last twelve years on a large scale for a country neighborhood, our crop ranging from twenty to forty bushels, and we have never been able to meet the calls of all our customers. Orders come to us for this fruit from forty, fifty, and even one hundred miles away. It is the only small fruit the price of which has not had to be reduced since the hard times, and last year it brought us as much money per bushel as strawberries at half the cost. We believe that there is not a village of any size in Vermont that will not furnish a market for the product of five hundred currant bushes, say fifteen to twenty bushels, at twelve and onehalf cents a quart. Yet we get so few orders for currant bushes that we have ceased to grow them in our nursery, except to supply our own wants, which call for about one hundred plants a year. The currant comes into full bearing

about three years after the setting of yearling plants grown from cuttings, and when taken care of they wili continue to give improving crops for five or six years longer. With careful pruning they will last much longer, but we prefer to replant after eight vears. The average product will be from two to four quarts per bush, though bushes of some varieties, such as the Red Gondonhi, will frequently yield a peck each. But there is •* an but in everything,” and this very productive kind has the habit of rotting almost before they are ripe. The only kind we would ever plant for profit is the red Dutch. There is very little dq/nand jor the white varieties, though they mtike a nice and almost as nigh-colored jelly as the red; but it is difficult to make purchasers believe it. The white grape is even more productive than the red Dutch, out the branches are not sufficiently erect to keep the fruit clean. The Versailles and cherry currants are very large, and it might pay to grow them near large cities, but we cannot get a cent more a quart for them, and not often more than a quart to the bush. 'oa heavy soil they would probably do better than with us. but so would the other kinds. ' Our currants are planted between the trees in our young apple orchard. The land is kept, in condition to grow fair crops of corn. , In rich garden soil much better results could be obtained. We grow the black-cap raspberry in the same, way, and can make large crops, but the sale is limited. Occasionally we plant a bed of strawberries between two rowe of apple- trees. - This fruit has to be h’ghly manured to do anything, and we notice that the ad-

joining currant bushes show the benefit of the enrichment in their neighborhood. We do not often do this, however. as our orchard ground is not our best strawberry land. The crops there are oftener pease, bean* or corn. The strawberry not only requires rich but moist land for profitable growth. If we could get enough manure we could double our currant crop on the same number of bushes, hut then we could not grow them in the orchard, for it idoes not answer to force the growth of a young orchard in our climate. The worst foe of the currant is not the currant-worm, but the rbbin. These birds have so multiplied iu our grounds that last season they destroyed half our currants, and utterly ruined our raspberry crop. They pick off and drop ten berries to every one they swallow, so that the ground under the bushes is covered with them. Perhaps they do this out of revenge for our killing the worms, which ornithologists say they are so fond of. We leave that question to those of uur readers who have depended on the birds to keep their currant bushes clear of worms.— Cor. Vermont Chronicle.

Feels Young Again.

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