The Abbeville press and banner. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, April 18, 1888, Image 3
* ?:
KEV. DR. IALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S SUNDAY
SERMON.
Subject: "The Angels of the Grass."
Text: "If then God so clothe the grass,
which is to day in the field, and to-morrow
is cast into the oven : how much more will
fie clothe youp?Luke xiL, 38:
The lily is the queen of Bible flowers. The
rose may have disputed her throne in modern
times and won it; but the rose originally
had only five petals. It was uuder the long
continued and intense gaze of the world that
the rose blushed into its present beauty. In
the Bible train, cassia and hyssop and frankincenss
and myrrh and spikenard and camphire
and the rose follow the lily. Fourteen
dtimes in the Bible is tie lily mentioned; only
twice the rose. The rose mav now have
wider empire, but the lily reigned in the time
of Esther, in the time of Solomon, in the
time of Christ
Caesar had his throne on the hills. The
lily had her throne in the valley. In the
greatest fermon that was ever preached,
there was only one flower,and that a lily. l"he
Bedford dreamer, John Bunvan, entered the
house of the interpreter, and was shown a
cluster of flowers, and was told to "consider
the lilies."
We may study or reject other sciences at
our option. It is so with astronomy, it is so
wirti chemistry, it is so with jurisprudence,
it is so with physiology, it is so with geology;
but the science of botany Christ commands
us to study when he says: "Consider the
lilies." Measure them from root to tip of
petal. Inhale their breath. Notice the
gracefulness their poise. Hear the whisper
of the white lips of the Eastern and of
the reJ lips of the American lily.
Belonging to this royal family of lilies is
the lily of the Nile, the Japan lily, the Lady
Washington of the Sierras, the Golden Band
lily, the Giant lily of Nepaul, the Turk's Cap
Hlv th? Afrioan "lilvfrom the CaDe of Good
Hope. All these lilies have the royal blood
in their veins. But I take the lilies of my
text this morning as typical of all flowers
and this Easter day, garlanded with all this
opulanceof floral beauty, seems to address us,
saying: "Consider the lilies, consider the
azalias, consider the fuchsias, consider the
geraniums, consider the ivies, consider the
eyacinths. consider the heliotropes, consider
the oleanders." With differential and grateful
and intelligent and worshipful souls, consider
them. Not with insipid sentimentalism,
or with sophomoric vaporing, but for grand
and practical and everyday and, if need be,
homely uses, consider them.
The flowers are the angels of the grass.
They all have voices. When the clouds
speak, they thunder; when the whirlwinds
apeak, they scream; when the cataracts
speak, they roar; but when the flowers speak,
they always whisper. I stand here to interpret
their message. What have you to say,
oh ye angels of the grass, to this worshipful
multitude?
This morning I mean to discuss what flowers
are good for. That is my subject: What
are flowers good for?
L I remark, in the first place, they ara
euuu iyr vi wuuo yk vmuvu??m v%?. v.
That was Christ's first thought. All these
flowers seem to address, us to-day, saying:
"God will give you apparel and food. W a
have no wheel with which to spin, no loom
with which to weave, no sickle with which
-to harvest, no well sweep with which to draw
water; but God slakes our thirst with the
dew, and God feeds us with the bread of the
sunshine, and God has appareled us with
more than Solomonic regality. We are
prophetesses of adequate wardrobe. If God
so clothed us, the grass of the field, will he
not much more clothe you, oh ye of little
faith?"
Men and women of worldly anxieties, take
, this message home with you. How long has
God taken care of you.4 Quarter cf the
journey of life? half the journey ot life?
three-quarters the journey of life? Can you
not trust Him the rest of the way ? God does
not promise >ou anything like that which
4-V?a Rrtwon Pmnornr V?oH nn hi* tflhlfl at VftSfc
f- expense?500 nightingales' tonguas?but He
has promised to take care of you. He has
promised you the necessities, not the luxuries
?bread, not cake. If God so luxuriantly
clothes the grass of the field, will he not proTide
for you, his living and immortal children?
He will.
No wonder Martin Luther always had a
flower on his writing desk for inspiration
Through the cracks of the prison
floor a flower grew up to cheer Picci
ola. Mungo Park, the great traveler and
explorer, had his life saved by a flower.
He sank down in the desert to die, but seeing
a flower near by, it suggested God's merciful
care, and he got up with new courage and
traveled on to safety. I said the flowers are
the angels of the grass. I add now that they
are the evangels of the sky.
11. If you insist on asking me the question:
What are flowers good for- I respond: They
. are good for the bridal day. The bride must
have them on her brow, and she must havo
them ill her hand. The marriage altar must
| be covered with them. A wedding without
: flowers would be as inappropriate as a wed
ding without music. At such a time they are
for congratulation and prophecies of good.
80 much of the pathway of life is covered
up with thorns, we ought to cover the begin,
nuig with orange blossoms.
? Flowers are rppropriate on such occasions,
for in ninety-nine out of a hundred cases it is
the very best thing that could have happened.
The world may criticise and pronounce it an
inaptitude, and may lift its eyebrows in surErise
and think it might suggest something
etter; but the God who sees the twenty,
forty, fifty years of wedded life before they
have begun arranges all for the best. So
that flowers, in almost all cases, are appropriate
for the marriage day. The divergences
of disposition will become correspondences,
recklessness will become prudence, frivolity
will be turned to practicality.
There has been many an aged widowed
soul who had a carefully lo.ked bureau, and
in the bureau a box. and in the box a folded
nat>er. and in the folded nauer a half blown
rose, slightly fragrant, discolored, carefully
pressed. She put it there for;y or fifty years
ago. On the anniversary day of her wedding
she will go to the bureau, she will lift the
box. she will unfold the papar and to her
eyes will be exposed the half blown bud, and
th3 memories of the past will rush upon her.
and a tear will drop upon the flower; and
suddenly it is transfigured, and there is a
stir in the dust of the anther, and it rounds
out, and it is full of life, and it begins to
tremble in the procession up the church aisle,
and the dead music of a half century ago
comes throbbing through the air; and vanished
faces reappear, and right hands are
joined, and a manly voice promises: "I will
for better or worse,'' and the wedding march
thunders a salvo of joy at tht departing
crowd; but a sigh on that anniversary day
scatters the scene. Under the deep fetched
breath, the altar, the flowers, the congratulating
groups ar_- scattered, and there is
nothing left but a trembling hand holding a
iaaea roseouu, wnieu is puc into cne paper,
and then into the box and the box carefully
placed in the bureau, and with a sharp, suddeu
click of the lor-k th9 scene is over.
Ah. my friends, let not the pl'phecies of
the flowers on your wedding day be false
prophecies. Be blind to each other's faults.
Make the most of each other's excellences.
Above all, do not both get mad at once! Remember
the vows, the ring on the third finger
of the left hand, and the benediction of the
calla lillies.
III. If you insist on asking me the question:
What are flowers good fori I answer, th -y
are good to honor and comfort the obsequies.
The worst gash ever made in the side of
our poor earth is the gash of the grave. It
is so deep, it is so cruel, it is so incurable that
it needs something to cover it up. Flowers
for the casket, flowers for the hearse, flowers
for the cemetery.
What a contrast between a grave in a country
churchyard, with thj fence brokeu
down, and the tombstone aslant, and the
neighboring cattle browsing amid the mullein
stalks and the Canada thistles, and a '
Juns morning in Greenwood the waves of
roseate bloom rolling to the top of the
mounds, and then breaking into foamine
crests of white flowers all around the pillows
of dust It is the difference between sleeping
under raps and sleeping under an embroidered
bla.iket. We want Old Mortality with
his chisel to go through all the graveyards of
Christendom, and while he carries a chisel in
^ one hand, we want Old Mortality to have j
some flower seed in the paltn of the other
hand. 1
''Oh." you say, "the dead don't know; it
makes no difference to them" I think you I
are mistaken. There are not so many steam- |
?*rs and rail trains coming to any living city
as there are convov3 comiug from hoaven to
earth; and if there be instantaneous and constant
communication between this world and
the better world, do you not suppose your
departed friends know what you do with
their bodies? Why has Go<l planted "gollen
rod" and wild flowers in the forest and on
the prairie where no human eye ever seas
them? He planted them there for invisible
intelligences to look at and admire, and when
invisible intelligences come to look at the
wild flowers of the woods and the table
lands, will they not make excursions and see
the flowers which you have planted in aflfectipnate
rememberance of them?
When I am dead I would like to have a
handful of violets?any one could pluck them
out of the grass, or some one could lift from
the edee of the oond a water lilv?nothine
rarely expensive, no insane display, as sometimes
at funeral rites where the display takes
the bread from the children's mouths, and
the clothes from their backs, but something
from the great democracy of flowers. Rather
than imperial catafalque of Russian czar, I
ask some one whom I may have helped by
go?r>el sermon or Christian deed to bring a
sprig of arbutus or a handful of china asters.
It was left for modern times to spell respect
for the departed and comfort for the living
in letters of floral gospel. Pillow of flowers,
meaning rest for the pilgrim who has got to
the end of his journey. Anchor of flowers,
?< !./. r'V.mcfinr, hrtna which we have
UilD Vlil i^Muu
as an anchor to the soul, sure and steadfast.
Cross of flowers, suggesting the tree on which
our sins were slain.
If I had my way, I would cover up all the
dreamless sleepers, whether in golden handled
casket or pine box, whether a king's
mausoleum or potter's field, with radiant
and aromatic arboresence. The Bible says,
in the midst of the garden there was a sepulcher.
I wish that every sepulcher might
be in the midst of a garden.
IV. If you insist on asking nae the question,
What are flowers good for? I answer, for
religious symbolism. Have you ever studied
Scriptural flora? The Bible is an arboretum;
it is a divine conservatory: it is a herbarium
of exquisite beauty. If you want to illustrate
the brevity of the brightest human
life, you will quote from Job: " A man
cometh forth as a Hover and is cut down."
Or you will quote from the psalmist: "As
the flower of the field, so he flourisheth^ the
wind passeth over it and it is gone." Or you
-.;ii from leninh '"All flesh is erass.
and the goodliness thereof is as the flower
of the field." Or you will quote from James
the Apostle: "As the flower of the grass, so
he pnsseth away." What graphic Bible syir holism!
All the cut flowers of this Easter day will
soon be dead, whatever care you take of them.
Though morning and night you baptize them
in the name of the shower, the baptism will
not be to them a saving ordinance. They
have been fatally wounded with the knife
that cut them. They ara bleeding their life
away; they are dying now. The fragrance
in the air is their departing and ascending
spirits.
Oh yes! flowers are almost human. Botanists
tell us that flowers breathe, they take
nourishment, they eat, they drink. They
are sensitive. They have their likes and dislikes.
They sleep, they wake. They live in
families. They have their ancestors and
their descendants, their birth, their burial,
their cradle, their grave. The zephyr rocks
the one, and tho storm digs the trench for
the other. The cowslip must leave its gold,
the lily must leave its silver, the rose must
leave its diamond necklace of morning dew.
Dust to dust. So we come up, we prosper,
we spread abroad, we die, as the flower?as
the flower!
Change and decay on all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me!
Flowers also afford mighty symbolism of
Christ, who compared Himself to the ancient
queen, the lily, and the modern
queen, the rose, when he said: "I am the
rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley."
Redolent like the one. humble like the other.
Like both, appropriate for the sad who want
sympathizers, and for the rejoicing who
want banqueters. Hovering over the marriage
ceremony like a wedding bell, or folded
like a chaplet on the pulseless heart of the
dead.
Oh, Christ! let the perfume of Thy name
be wafted around the earth?lily and rose,
lily and rose?until the wilderness crimson
into a garden, and the round earth turn int J
one great bud of immortal beauty laid
against the warm heart of God. Snatch
down from the world's banners eagle and
lion, and put on lily and rose, lily and rose.
But, my friends, flowers have no grander
use than when on Easter morning we celebrate
the reanimation of Christ from the
catacombs. All the flowers of to-day spell
resurrection. There is not a nook or corner
in all the building but is touched with the incense.
The women carried spices to the
tomb of Christ, and they dropped spices all
around about the tomb, and from those
spices bave gryvu all the flowers of Easter
morn. The two white robed angels that
hurled the stone away from the door of the
tomb, hurled it with such violence down the
hill that it crashed in the door of the world's
sepulchre, and millions of the stark and dead
shall come forth.
However labyrinthian the mausoleum,
however costly the sarcophagus, however
architecturally grand the necropolis, however
beautifully parterred the family
grounds, we want tliern all broken up by
tha T.nrH of resurrection. The forms that
we laid away with oar broken hearts must
rise again. "Father and mother?they must
come out. Husband and wife?they must
come out. Brothers and sisters?they must
come out. Our darling children?they must
come out. The eyes that with trembling
fingers we closed must open in the luster of
resurrection morn. Toe arms that we folded
in death must join ours in embrace of reunion.
The beloved voice that was hushed
must be retuned. The beloved form must
come up without its infirmities, without it3
fatigues?it must come up.
On, how long it seems for some of you.
"Waitiner?waitins forthe resurrection. How
Ion;! how long! I make for your broken
hearts today a cool, soft bandage of Easter
lilies. Last night we had come in the mails
a beautiful Easter card, on the top of it a
representation of that exquisite flower called
the "trumpet creeper," and under it the inscription:
"The trumpet shall sound, and
the dead shall be raised." 1 comfort you this
day with the thought of resurrection.
When Lord Nelson was buried in St. Paul's
cathedral, in London, the heart of all England
was stirred. The profession passed on
amid the sobbing of a nation. There were
thirty trumpeters stationed at the door of
the cathedral, with instruments of music in
hand, waiting for the signal, and when the
illustrious deud arrived at the gates of St.
Paul's Cathedral these thirty trumpeters
gave one united blast, and then all was silent.
Yet the trumpets did not wake the
dead. He slept right on.
But I have to tell you what thirty trumpeters
could not do for one man, one trumpeter
will do for all nations. The ages have rolled
on, and the clock of the world's destiny strikes
9, 10.11, 12, and time shall be no longer!
Behold the archangel hovering. Hetakes
the trumpet,points it this way, puts its lips to
his lips, and then blows one long, loud, terrific,
thunderous, reverberating and resurrectionary
blast. Look! Look! They rise!
The dead! The dead! Some coming forth
from the family vault. Some from the city
cemetery. Some from the couutry graveyard.
Here a spirit is joine 1 to its body, and
there another spirit is joined to another body,
and millions of departed spirits are assorting
the bodies and then reclothing themselves in
forms now radiant for ascension.
The earth begins to burn?the bonfire of a
great victory. All ready now for the pro/.aeolAn
rof.Ancfi?nn?<i/l hnmnnitV' TTnwiiril
and away! Christ leads and all tho Christian
dead follow, battalion and battalion, nation
after nation Up, up! On, on! Forward,
ye ranks of Go.l Almighty! Lift up your
heads, ye everlasting gates, and let the"conquerors
come in! Resurrectiou! Resurrection!
And so I twist all the festal flowers of this
church with all the festal tlowers of chapels
and cathedrals of all Christendom into ono
great chain, and with that chain I bind the
Easter morning of 1S83 with the closing
Easter of the world's history?Resurrection!
May the GoJ of peace that brought again
from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great
Shepherd of the sheep through the bloo.i of
the everlasting covenant, make you perfect
in every trood work to do His wilL"
A Rum-Cursed Man.
Recorder Smyth, of New York, one day
recently, gave a temperance lecture in General
Sessions, that met with the approval of
all his auditors, not excepting the horrible
oramnlfl ha Vi?M nn Jnmes Wood W3S 8T
raigned for shooting at his wife. The Recorder
said:
"Wood, you are a member of a family of
eminent respectability both in this city and
Brooklyn. Your wife is a lady of refinement.
You alone have been a disgrace and a discredit
to your family. They are the sufferers.
You drink and that is tho causo of your
trouble. When in liquor you become insane
and violent. For God's sake let rum alone.
The wife that you promised to cherish and
protect you assaulted. It was not your fault
that you did not kill her. and then you would
have been here on trial for murder. She,
like all women, has written me a letter begging
for clemency for you who showed r.o
clemency to her. On this account, on the account
of your family, your friends who have
come by the dozen in your behalf, I will not
send you to State prison. But rum has sent
you to the penitentiary-fqr two years and
eight months. The women and children are
the real sufferers. God help theoi." <
RELIGIOUS READING.
The Land of Rtit.
Beyond the valley lying low,
Through which our feet someday shall go,?
Beyond the hill's so purple haze,
That stretches far beyond our gaze,?
There is a place, so happily blest,
Which here we call The Land of Rest.
A land with hills and valleys fair,
And many of our loved are there;
So silently, and one by one
They went the lonesome journey on;
All, with white hands upon their breast,
Went out into The Land of Rest.
I long that happy bourne to see,
I long to know how it will be
When first these eyes of mine behold
The land of which the prophets told.
Of my inheritance possessed,
When shall I reach The Land of Rest?
0 blessed land! 0 time so slow!
Not with reluctance I shall go,
But on my lips a happy song,
That it the dav looked for so Ions.
Has come to take me to that blest?
That peeceful land, The Land of Re9t.
?[Helen A. Manvill, in Good Housekeeping.
What Christianity Does.
"It might bo well," says President Carter,
of Williams college, to ascertain fairly
whether it has been a wholesome thing
to believe in Christ, as Lord, before declaring
Christianity to be a lie. It is not a
Christian, but a recent positivist writer, one
who rejects Christianity, with a scorn no
less fine and intense than the quoted agnostic,
who nevertheless writes the answer to
that sneer.
" 'What needs admitting or rather proclaiming
by agnostics who would be just is
that the Christian doctrine has a power of
cultivating and developing f aintliness which
has had no equal in any other creed of phil?AMU?.
1*4- rrofo A**m hnlrl nf A nmm
uaujjujr. If UUil IV goua uim uxs*v? V ? r ,
ising subject, ona with a heart and bead
strong enough to grasp its full import and |
scope, then it strengthens the will, raises
and purifies the affections, and finally
achieves a conquest over the baser self in [
man of which the result is a charactor none
the less beautiful and soul-subduing, because
it is wholly beyond imitation by the less
spiritually endowed."'
A Shepherd Boy'* Prayer.
A little lad was keeping his sheep one Sunday
morning. The bells were ringing for
services at church, and the people were going
over the fields, when the little fellow began to
think that he too would like to prav for God.
But what could he say? for he nad never
learned a prayer. So he knelt down, and
commenced the alphabet. A, B, C, D, and so
on to Z. A gentleman, happening to pas?tbe
other side of the hedge, beard the lad's voice,
I anrl lnnlrintr thrnncrh thn bushes Saw the little
fellow kneeling, with folded hands find closed
eyes, saying A, B, C.
"What are you doing, my little man?"
The lad looked up.
"Please sir, I was praying."
"But what were you saying your letters
for?"
"Why, I didn't know any prayer, only I
felt that I wanted God to take care of me
and help me take care of the sheep. So I
thought, if I said all I knew he would put it
together and spell what I wanted."
"Bless your heart, my little man, he will,
he will, he will; when the heart speaks right,
the lips can't say wrong."
The prayer that goes to heaven comes from
the heart.?[The Sunday Hour.
Chri?t*llke Life.
Rev. Dr. E. A. Read of Holyoke in an excellent
sermon from the text: "Then said
Jesus to thera again, peace be unto you; as
my Father has sent me, even so send I you,"
said Christianity must be personified and
clothed in flesh nnd blood. Words are the
vehicles of thought and those who scorn
creeds are making a great mistake. But
truth was before the creeds, which were born,
not made. Men believed in Christ absolutely
before they put that belief into words. The
life was there, and the life is what we want.
Dr. Reed said that we wanted no creeds
merely to be spoken trippingly on the tongue.
If he believed in a probation after death he
would accept it with feverything that
went with it; but if the Bible
doesn't teach it then we
have nothing to do with it. Creeds alone
can never conquer the world, but creeds
founded on the truth of Christ and exemplified
in holy lives aro resistless. Men may
shut their Bibles, but they must see the holy
** * * 1 * mu.?*
lives aLOIll/ lueiu. xuua v?o wru mo uuura
wisdom in tbe means of converting the world.
The wisest text book cannot take the place of
the living teacher. What we want upon earth
is saints. Christianity will gain power and
make progress in proportion to thedevotednes8
or Christians. In closing Dr. Reed emphasized
the thought that in the text Christ
offers the highest calling possible to man.
PfniOiial Hund-to-Hanil Work.
One of the co-workers of President Finney,
Rev. Elijah Buck, tately died. ^ To a corre
j sponaenc or me Hrvangeiisi; ne empnusizeu
the importance of personal, individual work,
and gave the following illustration: "When
a young man, a college student, ho visited a
village in New York, and found only one
individual in the village who made a profession
of religion. It was a desperate case,
and a man of weaker faith would have given
up the thought of a revival in that town.
He went to the only pious man in that village
and proposed to him to 'invite the Lord
Jesus Christ to come to that town on the
business of redemption, and to remain (here
until the business was all done up.' (I
make use of terms which the good
man used in his conversation with
me.) The two praying men met and implored
the Redeemer of men to visit the town in
efnrfnH
ljUC3UIVU. X UOil WltWJ liuuivutuwij aw>* w\4
out and visited every house in town, to inform
the people of the fact that Jesus had
been invited and was surely expected that
very day. They prayed in every home, and
found every home actually prepared for their
coming and for the presence of the divine |
Gurst. Conviction seemed to have taken
hold upon every individual, and the revival
had already begun. The result need not be
stated. It was a sweeping work of grace,
widely extended and deeply sealed. It was
the result of personal work with the individual
Homo Kvangreliza'ion.
The Union's Boston correspondent describes
a movement undertaken in that city
to promote evangelistic work, and the plan
appears so promising that it may be commended
to the careful consideration of
Christian people of all denominations in
j xflis city and vicinity. It is probable that
? good deal more might be accomplished
I the way of carrying the gospel to the
multitude, by united work among the
churches. The Boston society is unsectarian
and so calls to its aid all who feel
moved to enter the field in any kind of
religious work.
The question is often asked, Where are the
workers? That evangelistic society has its
eye on them and is able to call them to any
service to which they may be fitted, whether
to assist in reyival services, in Sunday
schools, in mission schools, or in house to
| house visitation. On the other hand, there
are good people in evory community, and
probably in this, who are willing to work if
they can be set about it. Pastors often make
i a good u*e of them, but there are fields not
j included in auv special pastoral care which
1 need to be cultivated. There ore outlying
I country districts, sparsely settled and dei
prived of church privileges, which lay
evangelists and Christian workers should |
pre-empt und cultivato till such time as organized
church work can be attempted. This
is in the line of the Christian alliance work, I
which was so ably discussed at Washington I
not long ago, and would do much to promote !
practical union among different denomina- j
tions.?[Springfield Union.
J-iiqnor in iins anu uianu>av>.ii>v.. I
Colonel Switzler, Chief of the Bureau of j
Statistics in Washington, at the request of ;
the National Druggists' Association, entered
into an extensive correspondence and collected
statistics in regard to the amount of
alcohol used in the arts and manufactures.
The result is that Mr. Switzler estimates that
only about ten per cent, of the total production
of alcohol is used in the arts ancl manufactures.
This is a much lower estimate than
formerly, but probably more nearly correct.
The Misses Leitch, American missionaries
in Ceylon, are carrying on most effective
temperance work. A book of temperance
songs, and several of John B. Gough's lectures.
have been translated into the Tamil I
language, which is spoken by 16,000,000 of
people in Southern India, as well as the peo-1
* pie of Ceylon. 1
7 . ** ; 5* ' /
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
A Difference of Opinion?An Awful
Blunder?Pedestrinnism?Devoted
to Music?Speaking
Freely, Etc., Etc.
Minister (dining with the family)?
"So your pupa lets you have a second
piece of pie sometimes, Bobby. I'm
afraid he is very indulgent.
Bobby?"Yes, sir: ma says lie indulges
altogether too much, but I don't
think so.''?New Y</rk Hun.
An Awful BlunderDruggist
(in alarm, to boy)?"James,
run to Mrs. Smith's at once. I've made
an awful mistake!"
James (seizing ins nat)? uuorpmne?
quinine?arsenic?poison "
Druggist?"No, no; slie sent for 10
cents' worth of 1 cent stamps, and I sent
her ten twos I"
Pede9trianism.
Dumley?"I've made a bet with Robinson
that I can walk from Twenty-third
to Forty-second street in eight minutes."
Brown?"You'll lose, Dumley, sure."
Dumley?"Think so?"
Brown?"I know so; too many saloons
on the way."- - Epoch.
Speaking Freely.
Minister (making a pastoral call)?"It
grieves me, my dear madam, to discover
| traces of tears upon your face. Bemem!
ber, Mrs. Hcudricks, that he whom the
Lord loveth He chasteneth. If you
would speak freely to me, I might - ?"
Mro iTornlriWa?''Oh it is nothinc.
Mr. Goodman. "We are to have fried
onions for supper and I have been peeling
them; that is all."?Epoch.
The Origin of a Phrase.
"It is dillicult to account for the
origin of a great many phrases incurrent
use,"' remarked McSwilligen, "or even
to see their relevaocy.
"Yes," replied Squildig.
"Now there's that expression, 'on its
last legs,' meaning something about to
end. Its approp lateness is very doubtful.
For instance, a kangaroo is nearly
always on its last legs, but where can you
find a more striking example of vitality?"
?Pittsburg Chronicle.
Devoted to Sfasic.
lie (to Miss Breezy, of Chicago")?
Li ttaii nrofor ATicQ Rrpp/v. tVlP
TT JL11UU VIW jvu |/!V4vt)
Italian or German school of music ?"
Miss Breezy (hesitatingly)?"Well, I
hardly know what to say, Mr. Waldo.
When I hear'Sweet Violets ' from the
hand-organ I think nothing can be
sweeter than the Italian, and then again
the strain of ' White Wings ' from a little
Cerman band will leave me in doubt
which I prefer. I am passionately fond
of both schools."?New York Sun.
He Felt Small.
An editor living on the prairie, who
never saw a tree In his life, but who is
noted for his "truth and veracity," tells
of a man who was out hunting and was
overtaken by rain. He crept into a hollow
tree for protection. When the rain
was over he tried to come forth from the
tree and found himself unable to do so.
| He was a great reader, and while thus
imprisoned lie renecteu mac ne was ia
the habit of borrowing his neighbor's
paper, thus cheating the printer, ana he
felt so small that he slipped out of the
tree without any effort.
Raiher Inappropriate.
A New York merchant, who does an
extensive commission business in Cuba,
had bcrn entertaining a wealthy citizen
of Havana for several days. On a recent
Saturday the Cuban and his wife were
to sail for home. At the last moment,
the merchant thought it would be the
proper thing to send some flowers to his
departing friends on board the ship. So
he hastily despatched an olfice-boy to a
florist's to purchase some flowers. "Get
about twenty-five dollars' worth, and I
will leave the selection to you," were his
instructions to the boy, after telling why
! he wanted the flowers. He then accompanied
his frieuds to the steamer, and
just as "all ashoie'" was cried, the officeboy
rushed up the gangplank carrying
i two broken columns?one bore the in
j scription: "We mourn your loss," and
the other, "Gone to another shore."
Woman Abroad and at Home.
j "Oh, woman, woman!" shrieked an
I orator in a speech the other night, "thou
j art the light, the life, the salvjrtion of
the world! I shudder when I think of
! what this world would be without thy
j gentle, refining, ennobling influence.
I bow at thy shrine, ncknowledging thy
purity and truth. There is nothing so
beautiful, so glorious, so true,so perfect,
as a woman! I reverence and bow down
before thee:"
And when ho went home he said to the
woman who was so uufortunate as to be
his wife:
"What did you let the fire get so low
for? You knew I'd comc home half
froze. You're just like the rest of the
women; you haven't a thought beyond
vnnr nose. Stir around and eet me a
cup of hot tea, can't you? See if you
can do that much for a fellow. I'd just
like to know what y<?u women think
I you're good for, anyhow?"
Two For One DollarThe
other day as Dr. Blank wns particularly
busy he was called out to see
two gentlemen of Irish extraction?"extraction"
is good in this connection?
I who had business that would hrook no
i delay. Said the one of the two who
I served as spokesman: *
"How much fer to pull a tooth?''
"One dollar," said the dentist.
"Wan daller! Ee the powers, ye have
ver money an'ycr fun, too! "Well, Putsey,
turning to the other, who was evidently
thesufFcrcr, "what will ye do?"
The two men held a whispered con|
vernation for a moment. It was evident
J that they regarded the fee us pretty
steep.
*4*'""""o T Iim'o it sjiid tlinsnokfis
.... r
man all at once. "Wud ye pull two fer
j thedaller, docther?"
The dentist smiled. ''Yes," said he,
W jruess I could pull two for the same
price.
I '\A 11 right, Patsey, that's whnt ye do:
have two av ycr teeth pulled fer the daller,
an'there's another out agin the next
toothache!"?Boston Trrinscrijit.
A Journalist's Glass Eye.
Mr. William M. Lnffan, of the New !
York Sun, has a glass eye, says the Jour-1
mi list. It is a very accurate match to ;
the other, and is hardly noticeable. One
i evening in the long ago, when O'Donovan,
the sculptor, and I.affan were both gay
young Bohemians, they met for the first
time, and finding cach other charming
companions, with similar tastes for
art and literature, they proceeded to
drink to better acquaintance. One drink
fallowed another until, at one bar where
they stopped for a aightcap, the dispen
ser of liquid intimacy measured out
their whisky in a medicine graduate
glass. This struck O'Donovan as a peculiarly
weird proceediug, and he looked
at Lnffan to see the effect apon him. To
his horror, there was a fly crawling
around on Laffan's eye-ball; O'Donovan
rubbed his eyos, and looked again.
There was the fly wandering around the
iris aud over the pupil, and Laffan calmly
endured it without winking. O'Donovan
gazed for a moment to make sure,
and then with a yell of terror, dashed
out into the street and sought his boarding-house,
where he took to his bed, and
awaited the advent of the del. trem.
A Chinese Merchant's Funeral.
A recent letter from San Francisco to
the Chicago Tribune descr.bes what the
correspondent calls "the most extraordinary
Chinese fuueral ever seen in
America." The deceased, says the writer,
was Loo Muck, a Chinese merchant, who,
thirty-five years ago, founded the Gsee
Kun<r Ton? Lodge of Freemasons in this
city. The general impression among the
thousands of American people who gazed
wonderingly at the funeral procession
was that it was a pageant of one of the
powerful societies of highbinders. American
Freemasons who witnessed the ceremonies,
however, recognized in the display
a formal funeral of a brother Mason.
Loo Muck founded the order in San
Francisco. Masonry has spread among
the Chinese so that there are now, it appears,
18,000 members of the order in
this State. Delegations had come from
all parts of the Pacific coast to attend the
funeral. The procession took an hour
and a half to pass. A band of Chinese
Masons in long blue gowns, with long
black swords in their hands and bands of
I red, white and blue ribbons tied across
their foreheads and streaming down their
backs, led the way. Then came a company
of several hundred Chinese soldiers
in bright blue tunics and carrying short
broad-swords and highly ornamented
[ shields. A band of cavalry in red, green
and orange uniforms, with quivers of
arrows and long double-edged swords
. slung across their backs, followed. Then
came in long array some foot soldiers,
spearsmen and warrior3 with broad battle-axes,
warriors on foot, mounted warriors
riding with short stirrup leathers,
numerous bands of Chinese music in
hacks, and finally the hearse, drawn by
four black horses. On top of the hearse
was a gorgeous catafalque of paper and
tinsel in the Chinese style. The coffin
bore upon its sides the square and compass,
with thejletter "G" in the centre. The
standard bearer who preceded the hearse
carried the Masonic emblem. Preliminary
ceremonies were all Masonic. Pre
cisely as the bell on St. Mary's Cathedral,
contiguous to Chinatown, had announced
midday the Deputy Grand
Master gave the word that the hour of
nigh twelve had arrived. On this the
ofhcers of the Grand Lodge lifted the
casket. The display of com, oil and the
pot of incense, with other signs only
known to the craft, were fully understood
by American Masons in the great
crowd of spectators. The blowing of
the trumpet by the high prie3t and the
incantations, with certain signs well
known in the higher degrees of Freemasonry,
showed that the Chinese have
a knowledge of the craft that would
gain them admission to an American
lodge if they only understood our
language.
The display astonished American Masons,
many ot whom followed the strange
procession to the cemetery where the
dead Master was interred in the orthodox
Mongolian style, the banners and badges
of the mourners being burned in a great
bonfire at the gates, while a liberal
feast of roast pork, poultry and drinkables
of many kinds was spread before
the tomb for the spirit of the departed
to entertain his friends. As each carriage-load
of mourners passed out from
the cemetery Chinese stationed at the
gates han'led them money, while dimes
and nickles were flung into the fire to
establish the financial credit of the departed
in the other world. Altogether
the pageant was indescribably strange.
Ueautifnl Colors From Poplar Wood.
"It is not known outside of the trade,
and not known to every one in the trade
for that matter, to what we are indebted
for odd but richand beautiful shades of
yellow, green, orange, Drown ana rea
that are so fashionable and so much admired
in ladies' dress goods, and which
first appeared five or six weeks ago,"
said a ary-goods dealer.
"What is the secret?''inquired a reporter.
"There is no sccret about it," replied
the dry-goods man; "no one seems to
have mentioned it, that's all. Those peculiar
shades are the production of the
common poplar wood in all its varieties.
The young Lranche3 and shoots of poplar
trees are used in obtaining the dye. They
are cut up into small pieces and crushed
and braved in mortars. The pulp they
make is thrown into vats of boiling alum
water. To every three gallons of water
a pound ol alum is added, which proportion
of the preparation is maintained
to every ten pounds of poplar pulp. The
pulp is boiled half an hour. The boiling
is followed by slow filtration of the
liquid. As the filtered fluid cools it
thickens and clears, th; owing down a
resinous substance of a greenish-yellow
hue. A second filtering is made when
the liquid has become perfectly clear.
Placed in porcelain vessels, it is left exposed
to the air during three dry, fair
days. The light and air oxidize the result
of the two filterings, and leave a
substance of the richest golden tint it is
possible to imagine. This is the primary
color from which all the other shades
mentioned are produced. It is in itself
the dye used for those charming effects
in silks and all fancy dress-goods of one
golden shade?a shade never made pos- j
sible by any other dye, although ancient
fabrics show jilainly that they were
tinted by a similar dye. The poplar was
undoubtedly known to the ancients as a I
rich dye wood.
"The various shades ot green, orown.
etc., which are based on this poplar
golden yellow are made by the mixture
of pigments and dyes, which dyers
; know how to combine for producing
| the desired results. The colors made
with the poplar base are not only rich
I and beautiful but lasting."?Chicago
Tribune.
A Western Tragedy.
John Edmundson,a prosperous farmer
living six miles west of Sterling, Kan.,
was sitting in the front room of his house
| cleaning and loading his repeating rifle
when by some mischauce the weapon
was discharged, the bullet passing upward
through the ceiling. A heavy fall
in thfi imner room was heard a second
later and Edmundson, rushing to the I
second story,pushing open a door against
which was some heavy body, was almost
crazed to find his wife lying on the floor
dead with a bullet hole in her right tcm!
pie. The poor woman had been cleaning
the room a few moments before the fatal
shot was fired and it wa9 supposed that
she was leaning over brushing a chair
when the rifle hall passed through the
floor and without warning pierced her
head, causing instant death.? Kanm
City Times.
TEMPERANCE.
A Song of Ten Cents.
Sing a song of ten cent*?
A glass of "good old Rye'1;
Four-and-twenty like it
Make an adequate supply.
When that Rye has soaked him through
A fellow cannot budge,
And ain't he just a pretty sight
To go before a judge!
?Sifting*
The Black Bottle.
The Macon (Ga.) Telegraph tells the following
true story, that " would fitly adorn a
temperance lecture." Happening into a
millinery store, the reporter noticed a lady
who was buying a hat for her little girl.
The child made herself sociable with him,
and remarked, prattling artlessly: "We dot
lots o' money now."
"Where did you get it, my little girl?"
"Papa broke de bottle."
This called for some explanation on the
mother's part, and she finally related how
ber intemperate husband bad oeen rerormea
I five years Defore, at the time their oldest boy
died This is the tale she told, beginning?
as the story of many a reformed life has begun?at
a loved one's death-bed:
The little fellow slowly turned his eves
toward his father and said: "I'm going to
die, papa, for I see the angels beckoning me
to com<>. This is Christmas morning, papa;
please let me see what Santa Claus put in my
stocking.
My husband went to the mantel and took
down the little stocking. It was empty. He
stood still and stared at it for a minute, and
God only knows the agony of his heart in
that short time. He turned to speak, but
our boy would not have heard bim had the
poor man's breaking heart allowed him utterance.
Our boy was dead!
The day before New Year's my husband
called for the whisky bottle. May God forgive
my feelings at that minute, for I wished
that he, too, was dead. I obeyed him mechanically.
To my surprise he took the bottle in his
hands, and, pouring the whisky on the
ground, said: "1 will drwK no more; ana me
money I would spend for whisky we will put
In this bottle, and all enjoy the contents."
You can imagine how happy I was! He
had sworn off many times Defore, but I
knew he was in earnest this time. We made
a calculation, and estimated that whisky cost
him five dollars a week.
Well, it was decided to put five dollars a
week in the bottle, for five years, come what
would. The time was out last New Year's
Day, and the big black bottle was broken,
ana it contained one thousand dollars. But
this was not all. We saved enough in that
time, outside of the bottle, to buy a little
home.
"But are you not afraid, in breaking the
bottle, your husband will break his resolution?"
"No; because we have started another
hnttl?-hank." said the ladv. with a happy I
smile.
The husband is a Macon mechanic, wellknown,
and enjoys the respect and esteem
of all. He says he never knew how much
genuine pleasure there was at home with
his loved ones until he got sober enough to
appreciate it, and to fill instead of empty
the fat black bottle.
W. C. T. U. Bulletin.
The W. C. T. U. at Philippopolis, Turkey,
has thirty members.
Melrose (Mass.) W. C. T. U. conducts an
afternoon lecture course.
nntinn law {
UD0 rebuilt UL X/UliUW o iwai vpvtvu MO? W
the closing of 150 saloons in Fargo.
Miss Henrietta G. Moore, of Ohio, is lecturing
rno3t acceptably to Illinois audiences.
A total abstinence revival under the leadership
of Bishop Ireland u in progress in St
Paul, Minn.
A Y. W, C. T. XJ, of 30 members was recently
organized at Geneseo, 111., by Mrs. J.
Ellen Foster^ _
The W". C. T. U. of Carthage. 111., recently
received a bequest of $1000 to carry on their
work in Hancock county.
Mrs. Jenrne McClurkin is working most
efficiently as state organizer of W. C. T.
Unions in West Virginia.
A lady writing from Atlanta, Ga., says:
"Our city is drowned in whisky and the papers
suppress the facts systematically."
The International Distillery at Des Moines,
Iowa, which has not been in operation for
over a year, is preparing to move out of the
State.
Count Leo Tolstoi, the famous Russian
literateur, has organized and placed himself
at the head of a temperance association at
Mockar, called the "Society of the Temperate."
The members are pledged not to drink
intoxicating liquors of any sort nor to sell or
offer them to any one. but to labor to convince
others, especially children, of the
dangers of intemperance.
The corner stone of the W. C. T. U. Building,
Los Angeles, CaL, was laid lately with
appropriate ceremonies. The W. C. T. U.
and juvenile temperance societies participated
in the exercises. Judge Wm. A. Cheney
delivered the principal addresa The stone is
Arizona sandstone and bears the words:
"The battle is not yours, but God's." Work
*Ua KniMinrr l'fi nrAOTflCQirH* TCaU Afifl ifcS
upuu 1UD UUllUilij MS, f -ri
completion is a matter or a very short time.
The Annual Minutes of the National TV. C.
T. XL, just issued, make the most ample
showing ever yet attained by the society.
Pennsylvania alone has 1051 local unions.
The annual leaflet of thirty-eight pages
(suited to enclose in letters) enumerates fortytwo
separate departments of work, each one
of these being under the care of a special
National Superintendent, with an associate
in every State, and she with an associate in
each local union.
Business Aspect of the Ram Power.
A brief calculation will show the loss to all
lines of legitimate business through this
damnable traffic in liquid ruin. It is entirely
nrobable that there is not a saloon in any city
whose average sales are less than $-5 per day.
Even the enormous percentage of profit which
is made by the saloonist would leave but a
narrow margin out of this average, when the
first cost of rum, rent, fire, gas, taxes and
Other expenses are taken out. Then the higher
class of saloons, those in the more freaueaS
business streets, sell anywhere from $100 to
<500 worth a day. Let us put the average
for all classes of saloons low enough, and assume
that it is <10 per day all around. In
the city of Toledo, we are informed at the
internal revenue office, there are over six
hundred saloons. The amount paid over
their counters, at the above average, is $13000
daily. This is over $1,89s,000 yearly, not
counting illegal Sunday sales, which are
very large. The estimate is clearly low enough
if we make it $2,000,000 yearly. Think
of what ?2.<XW,(K;u a year :oses to me city auu
to all legitimate lines of business, and you
will begin to have a faint idea of what the
rum traffic costs Toledo, in a business way,
every year. It does not do a penny's worth
of good to the buyers or to their wives, their
families, and their dependent ones. It is that
much cut off from their necessities and comforts.
If there were not a rumhole in this
city, that two millions would be nearly all
spent with the business men in legitimate
lines. The men who now pay it out for rum
would then spend it for more and better food,
for better clothing for themselves and their
families, for furniture, home comforts, and
luxuries. They would dwell in better houses,
would exist on a highor plane. Let the merchants
of the city think of the value to themselves
of the added expenditure of over $0000
per day by retail consumers. They can then
begin to realize what a loss to themselves is
the rum traffic so long as it exists. And what
is true of Toledo is true of any other city or
village in the country in proportion to population
and number of saloons.?Toledo Blade.
* * a# o flllAW.
Notwithstanding the fact Milwaukee brewers
recommend their beer as "non-intoxicating,
healthful, refreshing, and invigorating
conducive to health, prosperity ana happiness,
and beneficial alike for ola and young,
male and female," the Northwestern Life Insurance
Company, whose headquarters are in
that city, will not issue a policy to any member
or employe of these brewing companies.
This position was not taken from a moral
standpoint, but because statistics snow that
these men die, as a rule, before their time.?
Every Week.
The Misses Leitch, American missionaries
in Ceylon, are carrying on most effective
temperance work. A book of temperance
songs, and several of John B. Gough's lectures.
have been translated into the Tamil
language, which is spoken by 16,000,000 of
people in Southern India, as well as the people
of CeylonThe
Ohio Legislature has passed a township
local option bill, also a bill providing
fcr scientific temperance instruction in pub1
lie schools.
: - . - '
* . > ^ vy -/
"OTSS
. 7 . :*
HOUSEHOLD MATTERS. .
Some Hints on Bread-Makinjc.
When Lena came to us, the motherfriend
who sent her wrote: 'Don't meddle
with her bread-making till you see * .
what she can do." This accorded with
a motto of my own: "Results, not methods,"
but the baking of bread had always
seemed to me too important a matter
to be left entirely in a servant's care.
Nevertheless, mindful of this injunction,
I kept resolutely away from the kitcheu
on baking day, and went to the supper
table with an apprehensive heart.
Good bread is the one indispensable
article in my household creed. I had
been trained in the school of old-fashioned
bread-making, whose methods yet
fill the pages of our cook books beginning
with this formula:
' Sift two quarts of flour; make a hole
in the centre for your sponge. Take one
pint warm water, a gill of yeast, a little
tiolf otir trt o Via f for Koinff onpftftll
to leave the sponge surrounded by flour*
and set in a warm place." ? |
This makes a light, sweet, porout
bread, somewhat similar to Laker's
bread, but free from chemical impurities,]
I learned to whiten it by adding in the
morning a cup of new milk. With all
my care, however, there would be uneven
streaks in the loaves, caused by tha
flour surrounding the sponge drying
unequally.
Lena's bread, on this eventful evening,
surprised me by its cake-like quality,
fine, sweet, firm and perfectly blended.
Afterwards I watched her while making
bread and learned the secret of her
method.
A quart of warm water or milk is first
put into the pnn with a tablespoonful
of butter, another of sugar, a cup of
yeast and a little salt. The flour is sffted _
and is stirred in gradually, and when tha
batter is sufficiently thick no flour i* spread
over it to become dry and crusty J
before morning. Another principle of %
the new method is that with bread, as
with cake, too much Sour makes the " i<jj
compound dry and tasteless, and bread
made by the rule, "mix until it will not , * .Jj
stick to the board," will become stale
much sooner than that which is mixed ~
more lightly and softly. r
* * J il.l ..i ?.4. t??
1 iouuu, ioo, mat my yeuat, uiauc i/jr
my mother's rule, soured sooner than
Lena's and I soon saw the explanation^
I boiled my potatoes, mashed with them!
a tablcspoonful of flour and poured over
the boiling potato water in which I had
meanwhile scalded a handful of hopt.
This scalded the flour but did not cook
it thoroughly. Lena grated her potatoes
into a quart of boiling water, sifted into .. - ^
the mixture two tableapoonfuls of flour (
added the water in which a handful of hops
had been boiled, half cup of sugar
ana a little salt, ana auowea 11 w cuu& -j
'for ten or fifteen minutes, stirring frequently
before adding the yeast. By
this process the flour was thoroughly ^
cooked and the yeast would keep for
\ceeks. &?*at
The time of Lena's reign was a household
jubilee. Such tempting rolls as sto
prepared for our tea-table; such spongy
dumplings with our stews, or their apple
confreres for desserts; Such light, flaky 1*
steamed puadings witn this tender bread
sponge ior cover ana appies, uerijcj* .
'peacnes, or jellies for lining. jReally, it
seemed as if this marvelous breadmake
cou!d change the lifeless dough into
nothing that was not tempting ana tooth- ; V
some. Her-resignation, to take an incumbrance
in the shape of a husband,
brought woe and wailing into the household,
and we have quite decided that
we shall never look upon her like again*
?Daughters of America.
; Recipes.
Steamed Pudding.?Half cup each
sugar and butter, three eggs, one cup
sweet milk, three heaping teaspoons baking
powder, two cups flour. Steam one
hour, serve with sauce.
Uice Soup.?Wash half a tea-cup of
rice and put it on in a pint of water to
boil; when done, drain and add a quart
of milk; let it boll live minutes; season
with butter, salt and neDDer. /t'
' * * * * ? yrNfffi
Omox Soup.? Peel and chop a very *''2.
large onion; fry in butter until brown;
put a quart of milk on to boil; add the N
onion; let it simmer half an hour; seasoa
with pepper and salt and serve.
' Lemon* Custard.?Six eggs, beaten
separately, one and one-half cups sugar,
tablespoonful of butter, juice (only) of
one large or two small lemons, mix the
whites in last, bake immediately. For
two custards, on puff paste. ,v
Cream Cake.?Take two eggs, beat,
iu coffee-cup, then fill with good thick
cream, one cup sugar, one cup flour, one
teaspoonful of baking powder, or onehalf
teaspoonful soda ana one teaspoon4ful
cream tartar. Flavor with lemon,
and bake in moderate oven.
Broiled Potatoes.?Cut cold boiled
potatoes into slices a third of an inch
thick. Dip them into melted butter and
fine bread crumbs. Place in a double
' ' M ?? ..At
broiler and Droit ever a nrc uut ia uut
too hot. Garnish with parsley and serve
oa a hot dish; or season with salt and
pepper, toast till a delicate brown, arrange
on a hot dish and season with butter.
Boiled Leo of Mutton.?Leg of mutton.
when boiled to a turn, is a very acceptable
joint, and also a very profitable
one for small families, ns many excellent
dishes may be prepared from that not
used at the first meal. Hare mutton is indigestible,
but it should not be over-done.
Put the leg in an oval boiler, cover it
with plenty of fast-boiling water, slightly
salted; skim off the rising scum, aa it will
discolor the joint if it comes in contact i
with it. A medium-sized leg of mutton
-..I-nfl "AAfln trA ^AllfO OnH o Violt* +f%
I C<] U'l W ulul 'J uwmo
boil. A puree of young spring turnips*
with a sauce made of melted butter and
flour, with small capers added to it, is the
raos1: popular sauce to serve with boiled
mutton. The capers do not need cooking,
but should be added to the sauce
before serving.
C.VCI.IFLOWKH WITH WHITE S.\UCE.?
Select a white, close cauliflower, and after
cutting off any undesirable green
leaves put it in a pan of salt (about a tablespoonful;
aud water. Leave in water
two hours. Cauliflower so often contains
worms and slugs that this precau- ;
tion is necessary. The salt and water
will cause insects of any kind concealed
in the heart of the vegetable to come to
the surface of the water. Wash afterwards
in fresh water, tie up in a thin cloth
or a piccc of white mosquito netting.
This prevents it from breaking up in the
nn* (IP TvViftn liftinor in nnrl nut. Put into
boiling water with a pinch of salt. Boil
until tender. The sauce is proj ated by
taking one pint of milk, apiccc of butter
half the size of an egg. let the milk como
to a boil while you mix a dessert spoonful
of flower to a creum with alittlecold
milk. Add a Utile salt and a dash of
nutmeg and pour into the boiling milk;
stir constantly while it boils for a minuto
or two. Pour over the cauliflower.
The courts of Ohio and Indiana have
decided that a hotel can make no extra
charges for meals sent to the room of a
person not physically able to attend tha
table.
U