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THE FAHMEIIS CABINET. 



VOL. I. 



Only because we do not duly appreciate and 

 improve the means we have. Let our intel- 

 ligent farmers be convinced that the sillc 

 business is profitable, and then we can hope 

 that every exertion will be made to extend 

 the cultivation of the mulberry and raising 

 of cocoons. 



It is a matter of regret, that any one should 

 view the subject as a wild project, and say, 

 that although it may be a good business for 

 a few years, if found lucrative, every body 

 will engage in it, and glut and ruin the mar- 

 ket. We wish the subject could be represen- 

 ted to our fellow citizens, as to impress them 

 with the importance of examining the sub- 

 ject, on the broad scale of greater national 

 importance tiian any agricultural subject ever 

 yet pursued. 



But if doubts and fears shall remain, we 

 only ask them to commence the culture of 

 the mulberry on a limited scale for a few 

 years, not to interfere with any other agricul- 

 tural pursuit. Let the experiment be made 

 upon some of our almost barren and useless 

 portions of poor, dry, stony, and gravelly 

 soil. 



It may be asked, if the silk business can be 

 made more profitable than any crop, why not 

 take the best and richest land 1 — a fair ques- 

 tion indeed, but such land is not best for the 

 Chinese mulberry, and it would be desirable 

 to have every patch of poor, waste, dry land 

 devoted to some useful purpose.— Northampton 

 Courier. 



Family Receipts. 



To Pickle Tongues for Boiling. — Cut 



off the root, leaving a little of the kernel and 

 fat. Sprinkle some salt over it, and let it 

 drain twenty-four hours: then for each tongue 

 mix a table spoonful of common salt, the 

 same quantity of coarse sugar, a small quan- 

 tity of saltpetre reduced to a powder, and rub 

 it well into each tongue every day. In a 

 week add another heaped spoonful of salt. 

 If rubbed every day, a tongue will be suffi- 

 ciently pickled for drying in a fortnight; but 

 if only turned daily in the pickle, it will re- 

 quire four or five weeks. Tongues may be 

 smoked, nr dried pkiin, as may best suit the 

 taste. The longer kept after drying, the 

 higher will be their flavor. If hard, they 

 ehould be soaked three or four hours before 

 boiling. When dressed, allow five hours 

 for boiling, as their excellence consists in 

 being made exceedingly tender. 



How to make P^^rpetual Ycst. 



Take a pound of fine flour, make it the 

 thickness of gruel with boiling water, add to 

 it half a pound of loaf sugar, mix them well 



togetiier, put three spoonfuls of well purified 

 yest in a large vessel, upon which put the 

 above ingredients, and they will soon ferment 

 violently. Collect the yest off the top, and 

 put it into a small neck pot, cover it up from 

 tlic air, and place it in a dry or warmish 

 place; when used in part, replace with flour 

 made into a thin paste, and sugar in the for- 

 mer proportion. I saw this used afler it had 

 been five months made. No yest is necessa- 

 ry except the first time. 



The Birth of the Flowers. 



The flowery days of spring have come, the 

 brightest of the year ; 



Of mossy banks and waving woods, and spark- 

 ling waters dear; 



When soft south winds with breath of balm, and 

 fragrant scent of flowers, 



Float o'er the vale and smiling lake, and wave 

 the leafy bowers. 



On its thorny stem the opening rose gives its 



first young blush to light, 

 And violets on their moss-grown bed shun the 



rude gazer's sight; 

 While deep within the lonely glen the lily waves 



her bell, 

 Pure as the mountain breeze which stirs the 



foliage round the dell. 



From high Linden's flowery top is heard the 



wild bee's hum. 

 As flitting through the scented air they hurried 



to their home, 

 When the sun goes down in the seas of gold, 



and skies are blue above, 

 And the wood-robin's cheeiful note rings through 

 the dusky grove. 



The primrose springs along the banks where the 



yellow daisies shine, 

 And the morning flowers their tendrils shoot, 



and round the casement twine; 

 Where the budding shrubs o'erhang the lake and 



dip in the mirror'd flow, 

 The wild plum's clustering blossoms float, and 



sweet wild roses grow. 



The rabbit leaves his leafy couch to range^the 



green wood free ; 

 The squirrel wakes from winter's sleep and 



bounds from tree to tree ; 

 The song of thrush and blackbird rouie the 



echoes of the wood. 

 And journeying sea-fowl shake their plumes, 



and skim along the flood. 



The humming bird sips the opening sweets and 



flits from flower to flower, 

 Now tangles his wings in fragrant shades, now 



darts to his wild wood bower ; 

 The yellow bird builds with thistle down where 



the orchard blossoms shine. 

 And the oriole waves her waving nest where 



the leafy branches twine. 



