tore and masons, to rebuild the old shell, and to keep up its old sin of curling, whose cold, heart can cherish ; and as time passed swift- 
the work of tearing down, tossing about, ham- dead eyes saw nothing special in this world ly on, with it went one after another to a 
mering and hallooing fairly began, the very to sparkle about, and “didn’t believe in Mansion prepared for them by their Saviour, 
clogs refused to stand at the corner of the lay in’ everythin’ to Got) as some folks did,” —Dame Vinegar going first, and poor Scotch 
street where dogs were wont to congregate, (with a glance at the tiny woman,) who had Lady Lury “ganging” reluctantly after, 
betaking themselves to other and more lost a husband and two sons, and “didn’t Other homeless ones came to fill their places; 
peaceful quarters. know as whimpering hid mend the matter” but I began to take no note of anything 
However, the work of repair went on re- —this creature was evidently intended for save her. 1 had long ago possessed myself 
gar'dless of this open scorn, following one of an old maid, but bad somehow failed of her of this information concerning her;—She 
nature’s most beautiful laws; and when it highest estate. This vinegary boarder had been in the institution some years; was 
became apparent to the most wilfully blind, glowered at me in a savage way, which brought there raving with brain fever from 
became apparent to the most wilfully blind, 
that the house was destined to he fine and 
stately, of good parts and grand prospects, 
following another beautiful law of (human) 
nature, it was remembered, with a slight 
tinge of shame, that good things sometimes 
came out of Nazareth, even that “They” 
threatened to send me into the dark hall, a third rate hotel whither she had been 
except for Maud, who constantly appeased 
her with sly compliments about her im¬ 
proved appearance, all of which was received 
with genteel complaisance and a scornful 
look at the third lady, a delicate, shrinking 
were given to good deeds at times like other being who hobbled about the room in a pili- 
mortals, and it was expedient, not to say fill way, victim of an accident which bent 
Christian duty, to patronize the establish¬ 
ment, which establishment, in time, became 
“ Our House.” 
her fragile form almost double. A rare, 
pale face was hers, — full of patient, un¬ 
speakable suffering that went deeper and 
Our House is now a first-class boarding- higher than the poor deformed body; and 
□use; which statement being clearly made when her great blue eyes were raised to 
bouse; which statement being clearly made when her great blue eyes• were raised to 
iu the beginning, the great public will con- mine in answer to a sort of magnetic attrac- 
sider a sufficient ending, and with nervous tion, she blushed and turned quickly away, 
sensitiveness and a uauseous feeling at the Something about her face and air attracted 
taken after the terrible railroad accident 
which crippled her for life. She had made 
unavailing inquiries for persons unknown; 
and not finding them, destitute, helpless, 
hopeless, had become a permanent resident 
of this benevolent house. She was not. old 
with years, for they numbered fewer than 
my own ; but her hair was white as snow, 
and her skin had the transparency of age. 
They called her Miriam Wade, yet I knew 
she had been married. 1 knew it only by 
intuition; but this, after all, is the most 
stomach, will repeat as a benediction, “ From 
all such, good Lord deliver us!” But O, 
mine in answer to a sort of magnetic attrac- satisfactory way of ascertaining truth ; for 
tfon, she blushed and turned quickly away, what you learn from testimony is quite likely 
Something about her face and air attracted to he false, and what you reason out is al¬ 
ine strangely, and I wondered what could ways dubious; but that which comes as in- 
me strangely, and 1 wondered what could 
lie the history of that maimed, but still beau- 
unreflecting Public, as the giant cypress of 1 tiful life. T must have expressed this in my 
spiration is infallible. More than this I 
could not learn, and my utmost efforts failed 
Cliapultepec exceeds in majesty and beauty 
the vulgar thistle of our roadside, so Our 
House, in high seclusion and tin question able 
gentility, towers above the lesser establish¬ 
ments of your limited ken. Determined to 
be above the possibility of reproach, the pro¬ 
prietors of Our House established certain 
laws, the first and most important being 
founded upon this fact: the human family is 
gradated—some high in the scale of being; strangely compounded smells, some light and 
others higher; only the superior class was much dreariness and disease, and in one 
desirable in such a grand institution, there- lust, room Death, or its presentiment, for the 
fore women only could be received into its pale sufferer, on a low- bed, moaned in- 
immaculate precincts. None of the lower cessantly. 
existences need apply. The wisdom of this “ It’s all over noo, acushla ! I’m ganging 
condition is self-evident, needing no com- aff, noo, to me home, wi’ me bonnie bairns, 
meat. Number two, based upon the as- where God is glide, aye wi’ aye; it’s all over, 
sumption that youth, even in the feminine all over, gainging aff tegither, acushla, God 
species, is favorable to frivolity and flirtft- keep ye!” 
tious, provocative of mirth and joyaucc, ac- With a great pain born of this cry “all 
companied with more or less of beauty—clc- over,” we traversed the house, seeing every 
ments producing discord, envy, and conten- where that for each one all was indeed 
tion—number two, therefore, declares that “over,” though they knew it not; all over 
age and imbecility are absolutely essential to 
acceptance. Number three requires each 
applicant to he without visible or invisible 
means of support, i. e., utterly indigent. 
Lesser requisites stand recorded which are 
not, pertinent, and would therefore be im- pain, then—Ileaveu. 
pertinent, to mention. 
“ They ” never consulted me about the 
management of tlie house; and without the 
persuasions of Queen Maud, I should have was that, this House, a world in itself, epit- 
remained in obstinate ignorance of its inte- omized the life of millions of suffering in¬ 
terior to this day. But after those brown 
eyes had shone on me for a long time in 
earnest entreaty, and Her Majesty’s dimpled 
look, for she arose and hobbled across the to gain from her the confidence 1 craved, 
dim hall to the opposite room. Then I dis- In that strange atmosphere of age and un¬ 
covered that Maud was waiting for me, that beeility, everything morbid and unwhole- 
site had said “good night” ami kissed both constant labors wearing upon me 
... . fearfully, I lost all the bounding vivacity 
the little woman and Dame Vinegar, and, wh icb had made life pleasurable; the merrjf- 
devoutly wishing 1 were even the latter, that ment. died out of my heart, and even Maid, 
I might touch those charming lips, I (V>l the Queen of Sunshine, could no longer 
lowed her through other rooms where were l,l in g warmth and rest to me. I had wan- 
many old ladies of different patterns, more <lcr , (!,J t! '!' from her, into a mysterious 
, " , , , ' , , realm oi phantasm, where darkness brooded, 
strangely compounded smells, some light and flnd eVL .,.' vviM for * n) Umt . haunted me, bore 
much dreariness and disease, and in one Miriam’s image. Did T love this poor, 
lafit room Death, or its presentiment, for the maimed creature? Was her soul the real 
pale sufferer, "on a low bed, moaned in- counterpart of my owm, which could uot fail 
cessantlv oneness with me ? II so, it. was a 
' „ , , . T , . strange love, lor she gave me only intense 
It s all over noo, acushla . I ra ganging p.,;,, j could scarcely exist In her presence, 
aff, noo, to me home, wi’me bonnie bairns, It seemed llml the lightest step of those 
where God is glide, nye wi’ aye; it’s all over, poor, broken limbs was on my naked heart, 
all over, gainging aft' tegither, acushla, God 1 grew paje, emaciated and restless,sleepless 
keen ve!” and old like my charges. I toiled early and 
, „ , , ... late, to drown thought in weariness. T took 
With a great pain born of this cry “all long journeys front Ottr House, to break the 
over,” we traversed the house, seeing every- potent, $pefl; but all in vain. Wherever I 
where that for each one all was indeed went that beautiful face haunted me by day, 
“over," though they knew it not.; all over mid my dreams at night were hideous with 
the struggle, and care, and delight; only fe* ^ned shapes. Now it wtw a, host of 
i ... , . , ... r Harpies who charmed but to devour me— 
was left a few last hours in those illy-vcnti- creatures with her face joined to vultures’ 
luted apartments, a few more satirical mock- bodies; now she was Ithukikl. ami at her 
eries of other genteel Ixiarding establish- touch sprang up before me every sin of my 
ments, a few last cords unloosed, a little P ast *U'<\ to goad me with remorse; I was 
pain, then—Heaven. I.vion, chained to a turning wheel, while 
^ ’ , T ... . . round me serpents twined and hissed. I 
I liat night I received three distinct un- gathered up all the remaining forces of my 
pressioiis from Our House, which molded nature, and struggled to conquer the mad 
my subsequent action entirely. The first ness which was overpowering me. I changed 
was that this House, a world m itself, coil, n, - v comwms of action entirely, and placed nay- 
„ <• . ,r • • self constant y in her vicinity, but her weird 
omized the life of millions of suffering m- illt iuence grew still stronger w on relations 
digent ones, full of disease and impurity, became closer, and alie, too. changed. The 
blind, crippled, and silling in the dark—the triumphal look of a soul that had suffered 
L Ov CD 
or Doting }.lcoplc. 
“HOE YOUR OWN ROW.” 
I think there are some maxims 
Under the sun. 
Scarce worth preservation * 
But here hoys la one 
So aouud and so simple, 
’Tis worth while to know; 
And till In the single line, 
Hoe your own row ! 
If you want to hare riches, 
And want to have friends. 
Don’t trample the means down. 
And look f**r iue ends; 
But always remember, 
Wherever you go. 
The wind mu <il practicing, 
Iloe your own rowt 
Don’t Just sit and pray, 
For Increase of your store. 
But work ; who helps bimseli. 
Heaven helps more. 
The weeds, while you’re sleeping, 
Will come up and grow, 
But if you would have the 
Full oar, you must hoe! 
Nor will it do only 
To hoe out the weeds. 
You must make your ground mellow 
And pul in the seeds; 
And when the young blade 
Pushes through, you roust know 
There's nothing will strengthen 
Its growth like the hoe ! 
Thorn 'k no use ot saying. 
What will be, will be; 
Once try il my lack-brain. 
And see what you’ll see ! 
Why Just small potatoes. 
And few in a row ; 
You'd better take hold, then, 
And honestly hoe! 
A good muny workers 
I’ve known In toy time— 
Some builders of houses. 
Some builders of rhyme! 
And they tbut were prospered, 
Wore prospered, 1 know. 
By the intent and meaning of 
Hoe your own row! 
I’ve known, too, n good many 
Idlers who said, 
I’ve a right to my living. 
The world owes ine bread ! 
A rlyht, la«V lubber ! 
A thousand times No! 
’Tls his, mid his only, 
Who hoes his own row. 
[Selected. 
the struggle, and care, and delight ; only 
was left, a few last hours in those illy-venti¬ 
lated apartments, a few more satirical mock¬ 
eries of other genteel boarding establish¬ 
ments, a few last cords unloosed, a little 
That night I received three distinct im¬ 
pressions from Our House, which molded 
my subsequent action entirely. The first 
digent ones, full of disease and impurity, 
blind, crippled, and silling in the dark—the 
blind bewailing, Hie indolent crying out 
NETTIE AND LIMA BEANS. 
BY JOHNNIE. 
“ Nettie, will you pick some beans for 
dinner, dear?” 
Nettie was very tired that Saturday 
morning; but she remembered how much 
more tired mother was, for the last night’s 
vigil with u sick child had been a sorry 
preparation for Saturday’s duties; so Net¬ 
tie’s “sundown" was donned, and the bask¬ 
et swung on her arm with a brisk air. Once 
out, of mother’s watchful sight, though, her 
step flagged and her face clouded. For a 
while she worked mechanically at the dis¬ 
band slid coaxingly into mine, her darling against labor, the overshadowed ones moan- 
lips uttering as a final argument, “ You may ing ever "All is over! all is over!”—few to 
be an * old and indigent’ female yourself, care for any of them; here and there a ra- 
Percv, some time, and be compelled to re- dianl child of love to shine down cheerful 
tire to tills sweet seclusion!” dignity con- words on them. That night. I pledged 1113’ 
sented to be appeased; and on a memorable life to work for God’s sufferers, devoting my 
the severest pangs and conquered all things, agreeable task, a naughty feeling of diseon- 
and sloshy evening we waded to the door of whole being to the struggle. 
the institution, shivered on the steps with 
nervous embarrassment and wet feet until a 
soft, subdued light shone on us through the 
openflig door, and a small voice quavered 
out: 
“ Please to come in, mem ?” 
Queen Maud boldly advanced, and to¬ 
gether we made a tour of those sacred rooms, 
since repeated often with infinite profit and 
amusement. In the parlors genteel registers 
made the air quiver with warmth, and a 
moonlight radiance diffused itself from the 
gas-jets; but parlors were public property, 
and “ladies” must, be sought in their own 
rooms. Up the winding staircase we went, 
wondering what we were breathing for air, 
My second impression * was that this 
brown-eyed Maud, called Queen, because 
all hearts were loyal to her, was a veritable 
waif from Paradise,—a speck of prismatic 
foam which had drifted down to me on the 
ocean of life, from its home ’rnid the En¬ 
chanted isles; in a word, the highest ex¬ 
pression of all that ivas bright, beautiful 
and good. That, night l determined that 
her love was the only light which would il¬ 
lumine the dark pathway I must tread in la¬ 
boring for Humanity. But I did not, tell her 
that—just then. 
Nor did I disclose to her my third impres¬ 
sion, that which the beautiful-faced cripple 
made upon me with her luminous eyes, 
ami why the Matron held her lace kerchief which seemed to transmit some inner light; 
to her nose. A strong glare of light is vul- her pathetic, patient, still-beautiful lips, her 
gar, therefore the upper hall was unlighted; pearly-white and deeply-wrinkled cheeks, 
ditto the first room we entered, holding out and the bands of silvery hair which lay 
our hands to protect ourselves from malicious upon her blue-veined forehead. In thinking 
chair-rockers and tmamiable bed-posts, Maud 0 f her that night, and always after, I forgot 
cheerily saying, “ Good evening, ladies!” the distorted form, and was conscious only 
while I stumbled along, feeling at a disad- of that rare spirit which had evidently stif- 
vantage, being a man. fered so much. What could her history be? 
In this first room were three hoarders, No physical pain ever brought such a look 
embodying, it would seem, all the necessary to a human face ; bodily pangs do not, beau- 
requisites and more. The Queen seated her- tify ; there was tempiat on, trial, irimnph 
self right royally on a narrow’ bed, and with revealed in it; there was long-bearing of the 
her sweet voice, tenderly modulated by un- cross; there was self-crucifixion in the look 
feigned interest, inquired into the prevailing which irradiated her face. No common 
state of health ami happiness in the house, grief, which comes to ail alike, but some 
that looked to heaven alone tor rest and joy, 
gave place to a weary, anxious expression of 
pain arul fear. She grew less ethereally beau¬ 
tiful, yet there was an added charm to her 
face; for never could 1 fix my eyes upon her 
that the rich rose tint did not hover over her 
cheeks and brow; il I but touched her hand, 
she shivered through all her being, A* I 
approached her, she wodld shrink away 
from me as if in fear. When I entered the 
sick chambers, where she lavished the sweet¬ 
est acts of tenderness upon ray unfortunate 
charges, she instantly changed to stone. Not 
a caress from her then,not a look, except the 
hall-frightened anxious one, and so<»u she 
would llit away. 1 suppose in reality she 
hobbled away,* awkwardly, too; but to me 
she seemed to glide. She was no longer 
crippled, bent and withered. Her very inis- 
lortlines vanished utterly from my miml. 
Wlmt could 1 he end be? Only time could 
solve the mystery; and so, oppressed with a 
nameless fear, waiting for some awful blow 
to fall upon and crush me, I drifted ou to 
my late.—[Concluded next week. 
--- 
Americans, Napoleon and Eugenie at a Unit. 
In Lippincoll's Magazine for October wo 
find this memory of Louis Napoleon be¬ 
fore his fall:—It seems but yesterday that 
the writer beheld his Imperial Majesty iu all 
tent in her heart, with the poverty of her 
lot. But conscience began so stern a re¬ 
proof, that Nettie was soon heartily 
ashamed and penitent. As she stooped to 
gather some beans that grew close to the 
ground, her little black kitten, who lmd been 
rubbing himself unheeded against her, pul 
both paws in her lap and begged, in his 
way, to be petted. So she caught him up, 
and told him how wicked she had been to 
repine when she had such a pleasant home 
and loving parents and sisters, and “just 
work enough to do to keep her well, and 
prevent her poking loo much over books or 
music.” 
Just then, a bee buzzed in her face out of 
a bean flower, and reminded her of “ the 
shining hour,” she too, must improve; so, 
setting “ Cuffee” down,she set to work once 
more with a will. 
“ There’s poetry” she laughed to herself, 
“in picking violets; why should there not 
be in picking Lima beans? There are ser¬ 
mons to be found in stones, why not in 
beans ? At least, I’ll look for them. 
“ Well, here are the seven ages of man’s 
his glory at a ball iu the Tulleries. A whole ,, “ t „ 
crowd of Yankees of both genders was to be ® XMrtw , C(J • fl °" 1 '? * up to the 
introduced by a minister who was as green dry yellow pods winch were passed by in their 
as any of his compatriots, ami whose rush at prime, and are now only w aiting to begath- 
him vvlien he appeared, ami familiar seizure ered when the Irost comes. What use, I 
introduced by a minister who was as green 
as any of his compatriots, and whose rush at 
him when he appeared, and familiar seizure 
of his arm, might have discomposed the 
nerves of Diogenes. The presentation was 
pretty much like that, by which Sir William 
Temple, Lord Palmerston's brother, mortally 
wonder, are the little blossoms? They can 
never hope to come to maturity before that 
time. Perhaps their mission is only to shed 
Like a gleam of sunshine that she was, she 
made the whole room radiant, and the faded, 
wrinkled faces before her brightened with 
grand sacrificial gift which only God’s 
chosen can make to Him had been given 
from her spirit. The mystery held me fas- 
srailes and blessed her with every look and cinated ; and as my life became closely con- 
word. nected with the Institution after that night, 
A small lady, in a faded gown, hooked I tried in all quiet, ways to win her confidence and what a beautiful dress! She was treated 
offended his countrymen at Naples, when he a sweet fragrance around the present stalk 
said to old Bomba, “ Your Majesty, Lady and die. 
Elinor Butler and the restt of the English,’ “ How plump and full many of the pods 
Lady Elinors being the only title m the lot. , , , ‘ , ' . .. 
The on ly American presented by his Excel- oo c nm : as 10 ( * t i0in U P tn l ' ie 
lepey was a tremendously tall judge, to whom Dglit, I see they contain only the smallest 
the emperor was obliged to look up in a beans. Others, again, that seem so thin I 
most neCk-strBtcbing style. His Majesty, often pass them by, are crowded close with 
not liking to be looked down upon by law, j.jp e ones. Let me interpret the allegory :— 
any more than to be elbowed by diplomacy, m, , . , , - , 
made the conversation brief enough for the TJje OR60are the empty-headed people 
very soul of wit. lie disappeared, and the who make so fair a show in the world by 
Empress came in. IIovv beautiful she looked ! externals; and the others those unpretend- 
awry and too small on all sides for its tiny 
wearer, sat beside the bed rocking back and 
forth nervously and fondling the dimpled 
and trust. 
Our House came, at last, under my own 
supervision, as I was selected to he its pipy- 
worse than the Emperor. Somebody’ bad 
blundered. There she stood for some min¬ 
utes facing the universal Yankee nation, 
who made no sign. At length, supposing, 
in her modesty, she had been gazed at long 
enough, and preferring doubtless the music 
lniml betorc mentioned, pouring out lier lit- sician. Going about among its inmates 1 in ber modesty, she had been gazed at long 
tie story, repeated day after day, to all who won, by gentle tenderness and sincere inter- enough, and preferring doubtless the music 
came. The second, a tall, angular creature, est, the story of each life,'the pet tv griefs in the ball-room to the silence of the hall of 
whose shoulders went up to meet her ears, which seemed to each the greatest ever , e a universal courtesy to 
* . ’ _ “ ' the snectntors who miniomnunlv/ reel inn.tral 
aud could not. get back, and whose thin, 
gray hair fell upon them in vicious attempts 
borne; I comforted the sufferers with the 
divinest hopes bom of Christ which mortal 
the spectators, who unanimously responded, 
without a word on either side having been 
said. 
“How plump and full many of the pods 
look and feel; yet, as I hold them up to the 
light, I see they contain only the smallest 
beans. Olliers, again, that seem so thin I 
often pass them by, are crowded close with 
ripe ones. Let me interpret the allegory :— 
The plump ones are the empty-headed people 
who make so fair a show in the world by 
externals; and the others those unpretend¬ 
ing persons, whose well-filled minds provide 
us such a rich store of mental food ; or, bet¬ 
ter, those are sinful pleasures, these spiritual 
joys, and light from above is needed to re¬ 
veal the emptiness of the one and the ful¬ 
ness of the other.” 
High on the top of the pole hung a fine 
bunch, which Nettie, being short of sta¬ 
ture, essayed to reach by jumping at them ; 
but her gymnastic efforts resulted only in 
upsetting her basket and pulling off the 
blue ribbon that tied her two long braids. 
Then she mounted an old chair that stoo’’ 
near, but even standing on tip-toe she could 
hut just touch the lowest pod. Gazing rue¬ 
fully up at. them, as they waved triumphantly 
above her head, she thus mused: 
“ Well, there they must hang, I suppose, 
and grow old with the rest until the frost 
comes, and not until next winter shall we 
enjoy them. How we weary ourselves in 
this life, striving after things which are kept 
above our reach, and how often ii happens 
that in our efforts we scatter the beans that 
arg already ours, and quite overlook the ripe 
ones hanging all around us.” 
Picking up her scattered beans, and placing 
“ Cuffee” on her shoulder, she walked rather 
seriously up the box-bordered path to the 
house, and “ Cuffee,” as he rubbed bis face 
against hers, heard her murmur something 
he could not understand about “ So good ; 
j so noble ; so far above my reach ; not now, 
! but by and by—after the frost comes.” 
“ Nettie, dear,” calls a voice from the 
house, “are the beans ready?” 
-♦♦♦- 
LETTERS FROM GIRLS. 
To Hake Zepliyv Flowers. 
Kitty wants to know how to make zephyr 
flowers. Yon will want fine wire, such as 
they make hair flowers with; coarser wire 
for stems, and zephyr of the different shades 
and colors. Take a yard or two of the fine 
wire, and wind it round a very fine knitting 
needle, taking care to wind it even and as 
close as possible. When you have it all nicely’ 
wound, and while it is still on the needle, 
push it all as closely together as ymu can, so 
that it will look even. 
Now take out the needle, and carefully 
stretch this little coil a little very evenly— 
practice will show you just how much. 
Take hold of the end of the wire and stretch 
out the coil about the length of your finger; 
then bend this coil round into the shape of 
the leaf you want to make, and twist the 
ends firmly together. With a pair of old 
shears, cut off the wire, leaving the end long 
enough for the stem to your leaf. 
You must split your zephyr—that is. sep¬ 
arate the strands. Now take your wire for 
your leaf, fasten one end of the zephyr 
round the stem close up to the leaf, then 
wind it directly over the top point, drawing 
it into one of the little notches of the wire, 
then down the, hack of the leaf, and round 
the first notch on the right side olThc stem ; 
then let it cross the other thread into the 
first notch on the left, of the top. Ill this 
way, keep winding until your leaf is finished, 
always allowing your thread to cross in the 
center of your leaf. 
The best time to make them I think is 
when you cun have the natural ones to look 
al. For flowers, make as many leaves as 
you need, then arrange them in their proper 
shape, and with a thread tie them to a large 
wire, long enough for a stem. 
For dahlia blossoms, the leaves should be 
pointed; the center leaves small, and each 
row a little larger, until it is as large as a 
natural blossom. You cannot make all 
kinds of flowers look natural; so select 
those that, you can imitate the most closely 
in color ami shape. If there is any thing 
you do not understand, I will answer your 
questions through the Rural New-Yorker 
as well as I can. —Hattie. 
To Make a New Siaud of an Old One. 
Dear Mr. Editor : — Perhaps Kitty 
would like to know how to make a very 
pretty stand for her mother’s parlor. Take 
an old stand that has been her grandma’s, or 
auntie’s, perhaps, and varnish it; then cut 
the pictures out of some old books that are 
not in use; also, buy some painted Chinese 
pictures; then make a paste of flour and 
glue and paste the pictures on the stand; 
then give it another coat of varnish; the 
varnish gives a glossy look to the pictures; 
it makes a very pretty stand. —Gussie. 
To Make Shell Vases. 
We live close to the St. Lawrence River 
and I get mv shells on the shore. First I 
cut two or three pieces of pasteboard the 
shape of the vases one buys, and sew them 
together to form a vase, sewing a bottom in 
it to keep it straight; then take some glue 
and put on the vase; then I put the shells 
on, either in rows or to form a flower. I 
line the vase with tissue paper. It makes a 
very nice one. I am a little girl eleven years 
old.— Anna Johnston. 
Ella's Jelly Cake Recipe. 
Dear Mr. Editor :—I am eleven years 
of age and am learning how to cook. I have 
a very’ nice recipe for Jelly Cake. I take the 
weight of six eggs in sugar and ot three in 
flour, half teaspoonful of sod a, one ot cream 
tartar; beat the yolks and whites separately 
I am going to try’ Ella's recipe for cake. 1 
have just learned how to milk, und milk two 
cows. I can make cream biscuit, cake and 
wheat batter-cakes and help my mother put 
up fruit.— Ella Grace Sutton, Fairfax, 
Virginia. 
