1869. 



NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



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smooth, add half a cup of boiling hot vinegar,' 

 and half a cup of rich milk or cream. Chop a 

 crisp white cabbage and pour this dressing over it 

 just before serving. 



Liemon Pie. 



One lemon — squeeze the juice and grate a por- 

 tion of the rind; yolks of two eggs; four spoon- 

 fuls of white sugar; half a spoonful of butter; 

 half a SDOonful of flour; a third of a tumbler of 

 milk. Bake like a custard, in rich paste. Beat 

 the whites of the eggs with a tablespoonful of 

 sugar to a stiff froth, and spread over the top. 

 Brown in the oven. 



Ano'her Lemon Pie, 

 To be baked with an upper crust. One lemon — 

 squeeze the juice and grate half the rind; a pota- 

 to, as large as the lemon, grated ; a cup of sugar 

 and a cup of water. Mix well, adding a little salt. 

 Cream Pie. 



One cup of sugar; three eggs; one cup and a 

 half of flour; a teaspoon of cream of tartar, and 

 half a teaspoon of soda; spice and salt. This 

 makes two pies on round tins. Split them when 

 cool. 



For the inside— one cup of sugar; half a cup of 



flour ; two eggs well beaten together ; stirred into 



a pint of boiling milk. Flavor with lemon or 



vanilla. 



A Nice Dish for Breakfast. 



Toast stale bread nicely ; drop eggs in boiling 

 water till tue whites are coagulated ; dip the toast 

 in butter with a little hot water added, or simply 

 spread with butter; cut the slices in three or four 

 pieces, lay an egg on each, with a sprinkling of 

 salt and bit of butter. 



Torturing Neuralgia 

 Has been speedily relieved by a flannel bag of 

 hops sprinkled with vinegar and made very hot. 

 Cover it with hot, dry, flannel, to retain the heat 

 as long as possible. Mary. 



Parsonsfield, Me., March 14, 1869. 



Lemon Pie. 



Take one large lemon ; cut off" the outside skin, 

 so that no yellow is left, and then cut round in 

 very thin slices ; lay them evenly on your crust, 

 only one thickness ; scatter over a little flour and 

 one cup of sugar ; add four tablespoonfuls of wa- 

 ter, and your pie is ready for the top crust. Bake 

 in a slow oven. , 



Another "Way. 



For three pies, take two lemons ; grate off the 

 yellow ; roll them till soft, and squeeze out the 

 juice in a cup; chop the lemons very fine; take 

 two cups of water; a cup and a half of sugar; 

 half a cup of flour; put in the lemon juice; stir 

 them all together and pour on your crust; then 

 cover as soon as possible, and set in a quick oven. 

 Bake half an hour. Leah. 



Guilford Centre, Vt., March 15, 1869. 



Remarks. — We are glad to find our lady cor- 

 respondents once more resuming their pens to aid 

 us in filling the portion of our paper set apart for 



their special benefit. We have other communica- 

 tions on hand which we shall make room for at :ui 

 early date, and are always pleased to receive com- 

 munications on subjects of practical intcres^t, es- 

 pecially on questions pertaining to Domestic Econ- 

 omy. We resume, this month, the scries of articles 

 by Miss Hale, interrupted by the illness of the 

 author. £,d. 



A RARE3 DOORSTEP ACQITAINTAWOE. 



There is a little old Genoese lady comes to sell 

 us pins, needles, thread, tiipe, and the like roba, 

 whom 1 regard as leading qui e an ideal life in 

 some respects. Her traffic is limited to a certain 

 number of families who speak mure or less Italian, 

 and her days, so far as they are conccrntd, m-sn 

 be parsed in an atmos])here of sympathy and 

 kindliness. The trutti is, we Northern and New- 

 World folk cannot help but cast a little romance 

 about whoever comes to us from Italy, whether 

 we have actually known the l)eautv and charm of 

 that land or not. Then this old lady is in her.-clf 

 a very lovable kind of person, with a tender 

 mother-face, which is also the face of a child. A 

 smile plays always upon her wrinkled visage, and 

 her quick and restless eyes are full of friendliness. 

 There is never much stuff in her ba-kei:, how- 

 ever, and it is something of a mystery how she 

 manages to live from it. None but an Italian 

 could, I am sure, and her experience must test 

 the full virtue of the national genius for cheap 

 salads and much-extenuated soup-meat. I do 

 not know whether it is native in her, or whether it 

 is a grace acquired from li)ng dealing with those 

 kindly-hearted customers of hers in Charlesbridge, 

 but she is of a most munificent spirit, and returns 

 every smallest benefit with some present from her 

 basket. iShe makes me ai^hamed of things I have 

 written about the sordidness of her race, but I 

 shall vainly seek to atone for them by open-heart- 

 edness to her. She will give favor lor favor ; she 

 will not even count the money she receives; our 

 bargaining is a contest of the courtliest civilities, 

 ending in many an "Adieu!" "To meet again !" 

 "Remain well !" and "finally !" not surpjssed if 

 rivaled in any Italian strtec. In her inett'eciual 

 way she brings us news of her different custmners, 

 breaking up their stout Saxon names into tinkling 

 polysyllables which suggest them only to the 

 practiced sense, and is periectly patient and con- 

 tented if we mistake one for another. She loves 

 tliem all, but pities them as living in a terrible 

 climate; and doubtless in her heart she pur- 

 poses one day to go back to Italy, there to die. 

 In the meantime she is very clii.er(ul ; she, too, 

 has had her trouijles, — what troubles I do not re- 

 member, but those that come by tiJinc,--s and by 

 death, and that really seem no sorrows until they 

 come to us, — yet she never complains. It is hard 

 to make a living, and the h juse-rent alone is six 

 aollars a month; but still one lives and does not 

 fare J50 ill either. As it dues nut seem to be iu 

 her to dislike any one, it must be ouc of a harm- 

 less guile, felt to be comforting to servant-ridden 

 householders, that she always speaks of "tliose 

 Irish," her neighbors, with baud breath, a shaken 

 head, a hand lifted to tlie clictk and an averted 

 countenance. — Atlantic Month/]/ for April. 



THE UNHOLY DESIRE OF DRESS. 



You wish to dress your wife better than your 

 circumstances will allow. She wants to have you. 

 She is a woman of spirit, as it is said, and she 

 does not mean to be a drudge. "Why should our 

 neighbors," she says to her husband, "dress any 

 better than we ? They are made of the same flesh 



