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NEW ENGLAND FiUlMER. 



Oct. 



in Ireland they always nick off a piece of the 

 skin, put thein in a pot of cold water, which 

 is gradually heated, but never allowed to 

 boil : cold water should be added as soon as 

 the water bejrins to boil ; when done, pour 

 all the water off', cover the vessel with a cloth 

 aid in a few minutes they are cool enough for 

 use. 



Fish Chowder. — The best fish for chow- 

 der a)e haddock and striped bass. Cut the 

 fish in pieces an inch thick and two inches 

 squire; take six or eight s ices of salt poik; 

 put them in the bottom of an iron pot, and 

 fry tliem till crisp. Take out the pork leav- 

 ing the fat ; chop the poi k fine. Put in the 

 pot a layer of fish, layer of split crackers, 

 some of the chopped pork, a little black and 

 red pejiper, a little chopped onion, then an- 

 other layer of fish, split crackers and season- 

 ing. This do till you have used your fish 

 Then just cover the dish with water, and stew 

 slowly till it is tender; thicken the gravy with 

 pounded cracker; add catsup if you like. 

 Boil up the gravy once, and pour over the 

 fish ; squeeze in the juice of a lemon. Add 

 salt if necessary. 



••SOMEBODY LOVES ME" 



Two or three years ago, the superintendent 



of the Little Wanderers' Home, m , 



received one mornmg, a request from the 

 judge, that he would come up to the court 

 house. He complied directly, and found 

 there a group of seven little girls, dirty, 

 ragged, and forlorn, beyond what e^en he was 

 accustomed to see. The judge, pointing to 

 them (utterly homeless and friendless,) said, 

 "Mr. T , can you take any of these.'"' 



"Certainly, 1 can take them all," was the 

 prompt reply. 



"All ! What in the world can you do with 

 them ?" 



"Til make women of them." 



The judge singled out one, even worse in 

 appearance than the rest, and asked again, 

 "What can jou do with that one?" 



"I'll make a woman of her," Mr. T 



repealed firmly and hopefully. They were 

 washed, and provided with a good supper and 

 beds. The next morning they went mto the 

 schoolroom with the children. Mary was the 

 name of the little girl whose chance for bet- 

 ter things the judge thought small. During 



the forenoon the teacher said to Mr. T , 



in reference to her, "1 never saw a child like 

 that ; I have tried for an hour to get a smile, 

 but failed." 



Mr. r said afterwards himself, that her 



face was the saddest that he had ever seen — 

 sorrowful beyond expression ; yet she Avas a 

 very little girl, only five or six years old. 



After school, he called her into his office, 

 and said pleasantly, "Mary, I've lost my little 

 pet. 1 used to have a little girl that would 



wait on me, and sit on my knee, and I loved 

 her much. A kind gentleman and lady have 

 adopted her, and 1 woulu like for you to take 

 her place, and be my pet now. Will you?" 



A gleam of light fiitted over the poor child's 

 face as she began to understancf him. He 

 gave her ten cents, and told hf-r she might go 

 to a store near by and get some candy. While 

 she was out he took two or three new.-papers, 

 tore them in pieces and scattered them about 

 the room. \\ hen she returned, in a few min- 

 utes, he said to her: "Mary, will you char 

 up my office a litile for me, pick up those pa- 

 pers and make it look nice ?" 



IShe went to work with a will. A little more 

 of this f-ort of m nagement — in fact, treating 

 fier as a kind father would, wrought the de- 

 sired result. She went into the school roum 

 after diinier, with so changed a look and bear- 

 ing, that the teacher was astonished. The 

 child's face was absolutely radiant ; and half 

 fearful of mental wandering, he went to her, 

 and said — 



"Mary, what is it? What makes you look 

 so happy ?" 



'O ! I've got some one to love me ! some- 

 body to love me !" the child answered ear- 

 nestly, as if it were heaven come down to 

 earth. 



That was all the secret. For want of love 

 that little one's life had been so cold and des- 

 olate, that she had lost childhood's beautiful 

 faith and hope. She could not at first believe 

 in the reality of kindness or joy for her. It 

 was the certainty that some one loved her, and 

 desired her affection, that lighted the child's 

 soul, and glorified her face. Mary has since 

 been adopted by wealthy people, and now 

 lives in a beautiful home ; but more than all 

 Its beauty and comfort, running like a golden 

 thread through it all, she still finds the love of 

 her adopted father and mother. 



Shall we who have many to love, and who 

 love us, refuse to be comforted, to see any 

 value and use in life, any work for our hands 

 to do, because one of our treasures may be 

 removed from our sight — from our home and 

 care, to a better? 



And O ! shall we let any of these little ones 

 go hungering for affection — go up even to 

 (iod's throne, before they find one to love 

 I hem? 



THE "WIDOWER'S WIPE. 



Within the year the widower I'ound conso- 

 lation, and this time the wife was young and 

 pretty — that is to say, she was generally so 

 esteemed, being white, plump, hard, and crisp 

 as a turnip just pulled from the ground. She 

 was selfish, indolent, pettish, with small intel- 

 ligence and no reason — a white, blind force. 

 To be married was to be married ; that was 

 all she knew, except that it involved new 

 dresses, a white veil and some fiowers. After 

 that she entertained some vague notion that 



