Wants a Recipe for Crystallzlnp Flowers. 
Dear Mr. EditorI would like to have one 
of the Rural girls correspond with me and 
also 6siul tno a good recipe for crystalbing 
flowers. I am a country girl ns you would soon 
think If you saw mo I am 13 years old-have 
brown hair, skin ditto, and gray eyes. Kola 
calls them ween, 1 am rather inclined to bo 
corpulent. If you think this is worthy of a 
place lu your paper you will greatly oblige me 
by publishing It. Wo have a beaut.ifill garden. 
Can't yon come and soo It Air. Editor?- Lilias 
Blanchk Clock., Jsttp, L. 1. 
Must it be always thus? Must T always wait, 
his motion, and do It with the everlasting smllo 
upon my faoo? and he never willing to wait for 
roe an lnstnnt? How often hail the dny been 
made unnlnnsarit bv hla fret tines nnd frowns. 
UNDER THE SNOW 
COTTAGE WOOING 
BY EBFV T. REXFORD 
BT MARIF. 8. I.ADI) 
MY little, frmr-year-old (Ip.rline ! 
9he wn» so fair, so fair. 
With the blue of pansies in her eyes, 
And sunshine in her hair 
She sat at iny feed, nnd prattled 
The afternoon nr ay. 
As I 3 ewrd on a dainty coverlet 
For the bed of little MAY. 
“ go warm l—so nice!” she chattered, 
“ To keep the cold away. 
Let me tlss yon, for I lores you. 
Mamma's Mttle MAT 
And she nestled on my bosom. 
And Ir. nrms that uro empty now. 
And covered my bps with kisses 
Each mother's heart tells her how. 
My little blue-eyed darling ! 
You aro oh ! so fast, asleep 
That you waken not when I call you 
In tho Btlonco strange and deep. 
Your bed t.i among tho rrrcsr.es. 
And 1 would *3 like to know 
If the cold Is kept from my darling 
By Its coverlet of snow. 
A fire is beaming cosily 
Upon a cottage hearth; 
A woman, musing prosily, 
A maiden filled with mirth. 
Are sitting In each corner. 
With chains upon their hands, 
■While near the thoughtful matron 
A youth quite gravely stands. 
“ I long have loved yonr daughter, ma'am 
The youth spoke with a sigh. 
For he met the tperry light that swam 
In the maiden's mocking eye; 
•• Oftttmcs she looks upon mo 
With radiant eye and brow, 
And oft she smiles defiantly, 
As you may too her now.** 
Uprose the woman steadily. 
And muttered words apart: 
lie caught, their meaning readily, 
And soon turned to deport. 
He left the firelight playing 
Upon tho homely hcnrtli. 
The woman sagely pondering. 
The maiden to her mirth. 
Next morn the sun shorn brightly 
Upon the cottage door. 
And the youth agnln stopped lightly 
Its bumble thresh. Id o'er : 
*■ He came to soy farewell, for ho 
Must go at Fortune's call. 
And strlvo to break the bonds that held 
Ills heavy heart in t'urall.’’ 
All doubtlngly she sought bis eye. 
Intent to read Its truth. 
But her scornful smile was softened by 
The gi-av i face of the youth. 
So, shyly she besought him, 
With crimooa brow and cheek. 
To stay and she would wed him 
Upon this day no.vt week. 
Tho parson entered there, Just then. 
The lover said Twas chance: 
Nay, more, 'twas tnoky | and again 
She met his enrnc.-t glance. 
And there, 6ho, half reluctantly, 
And half with secret pride, 
Became, Instead of brtde-to-bo, 
A blushing, happy bride. 
made while waiting for him to come to tho. o 
courses. Lizzie R. Unit all of her own stock¬ 
ings and several pairs for tho rest of tho 'am- 
lly, taking only the time she was obliged to 
wait for ber father and brothers to come to 
their meals. 
“ But I am digressing. I waited until tho 
little French clock struck ton. and then I 
seated myself at tho table to break my long 
fast. Before I had finished, your Uncle ’Siah 
camo In; and (do you believe it ?) he had break 
fasted threo hours previously! He had run 
down to neighbor G.'s on a‘bit of business,' 
and had become engnged In politics; when 
Mrs. G- had called to breakfast, ho had occupi¬ 
ed tho invitation given him, and they had been 
talking ever since, lie didn’t suppose l would 
wait 60 long. I never did wait again, I can as¬ 
sure you, unlesr, I knew he was unavoidably 
detained. There Is no use of making a slave 
of ono's self getting up .dishes, and then lot 
thorn stand till they arc spoiled. Meats, vege¬ 
tables and hisouits are never so good as when 
first taken from the range. So, my dear, never 
allow your victuals and your temper to bo 
spoiled by waiting. 
Alice’s Roclpo for French Cake. 
Dear Mr. Editor -. I see that, some little 
girls about my own ago aro trying to mako 
themselves useful by sending recipes to you 
for tho benefit of your renders. I will send you 
a rocipe for a cake that I somet imes make. It 
is called French Coke;—Two cups of sugar; 
two-thirds of a cup of sour milk ; one-half of a 
cup of butter; threo eggs beaten well; one 
teaspoonful cream of tart ar; two cups of flour. 
I am sure, whoever tries this will say It Is splen¬ 
did.—A lice. 
A Bright Boy is Master Irwin 8 Genter of 
Otsego Co., N. Y„ who writes us in this wlso:— 
“I fun thirteen yoars old and want Webster’s 
Unabridged Dictionary, so 1 thought I would 
got up a club for youi^papcr, nnd got you to 
send mo one, for my pa can't afford to buy mo 
one. How many must. 1 get ? I sond you cloven 
now nnd $27," &c. 
— If you, or any other boy, girl, man or wo- 
may, sonds us t wenty subscribers at $2,50 each, 
or thirty aft $2, ho or sho shall have Webstor’s 
Unabridged Dictionary, cure. 
A MOTHER TO THE BOYS AND GIRLS 
Mn. Editor ;—I am a reader of tho Rural 
and dearly lovo to road tho children’s lottors, , 
because it brings to my mind so vividly tho , 
time when I was a child, and how short tho 
soft, green grass was kept In tho front yard— 
not by the m o of a mower, but by the patter of 
little feot. It was a beautiful green rarpot, not 
to bo compared to Brussels, and tlic number¬ 
less frolicsome games wo played upon it oi;!y 
made us tho more rosy and healthy. Then 
awgy to tho bubbling little brook, and u it . the 
pretty stones upon Its bank we concluded to 
build a chlmnoy, and accordingly placed one 
stone upon another until It was high enough 
fora mantelpiece. Then It grow smaller and 
was finished off, and wo said one to another 
when Easter Sunday came wo would make a 
flro In it and place a kettle of eggs upon the 
top and perhaps they would boll. Wo thought 
so. But In alter yoars when 1 visited t he place, 
the Stones had been removed for a more useful 
pu rposo. 
I write this, wondering If those letters awoke 
In any other breast t he samo feelings they do 
in my own. I’leaso lot mo know; although I 
am only a farmer’s wife I have other cares now. 
But baby Is crying, and, like all other good 
little boys, wants to see his mother’s face and 
receive her warm kiss upon his cheek. Then 
he will put, his chubby arm around my neck in 
a way that says, “ I love my mamma voir 
l dearly.” BekniCi: B. 
Binghamton, N. Y. 
LOVE, HONOR AND OBEY 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS.-No. 3 
sol. Almost any one of our sex la happier If 
she can talk things over "with some man up- ! 
on whose discretion she relics; and in married 
life most wives do, even in the smallest things, 
what “he” llkos, and fancy that they like It 
themselves. Since Independence I’.aa become 
tho fashion, and strong-minded women have 
sneered at their more gentle sisters, there Is a 
great affectation of despising the opinion of 
the men, but it Is all sheer pretence. Almost 
every wlfo chooses ber gloves and her ribbons 
of the tint that her husband admires, and tho 
man she loves almost Inevitably gives her her 
political opinions, and blase*even her religious 
views. Her speech, her dress, her manners 
change under his Influence. What he desires 
her to do she does in nine cajes out of ten. 
Tho tenth case wc find In the divorce courts. 
You may rule your wife as you please, good 
married reader, if you only love and pet her 
enough. Haughtiness and fault-flndlng alone 
v, ill make her restive. And you, dear girt, re¬ 
member that It will be well to chooao a hus¬ 
band good and noble and upright, bo that you 
may obey him to your heart's content without 
losing your own sclf-respcct; lor you will obey 
him If you love him; and If ho bo low and 
mean you will sink to Ills level slowly but 
surely in the course of years. 
WAITING FOR A HUSBAND, 
Answer In two weeks 
BY MAY MAPLE. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA.—No. 3 
I am composed of 42 letters : 
My 5, 3,10 la an enemy. 
My 1. 0,81, 42 Is an animal of prey. 
My 37,12,23 is used by seamen. 
My 30, 40, 23,11,18, 3fl Is one of the senses. 
My 34, 41. 25, 28, 23,10 Is a city in Now York. 
My 28, 1,80, 33,31, 3, 4 is a bird. 
My 33,20, 7, 37, 31, 41 Is iv plant. 
My 0,13,15, H Is worn by monks. 
My 17,31,21,10, 8 In practiced by bad mon. 
My 39,0 Is an adverb; ropoated, is used as a kind 
of exclamation. 
My whole is what we ought all to do. 
L. D. Twitch ell. 
Answer in two weeks. 
look surprised," she continued, ” and no doubt 
wonder how I camo to bo oxacting about our 
dining hour—when you know ! frequently wait 
up half tho night waiting for him to cotnoln 
from the shop, or front business down town. 
Well I may as well give you the benefit of bty 
experience. When we were married I believed 
’ Siah was as near perfection n» most men, and 
I have not changed my opinion In all these 
twenty years that I have Hvod with Mm, unless 
It bo In this way, that most men aro as far from 
being saints aswomer are from being angels. 
*» I was brought up by a systcmal lu mother, 
and of course accustomed tn baring regular 
hours for breakfast, dinner and too. When I 
was domiciled as a petted bride in our own 
cozy cottage, I expected to have tho same sys¬ 
tematic order. But, gracious me ! I soon found 
that I had need to call on all tho gods and god- 
esses for a supply of patience. The ’ bump of 
order' had never been developed in my hus¬ 
band’s cranium. And 1 found myself, like 
thousands of my sister women, a loved wire, 
but nevertheless the veriest drudge to my hus¬ 
band’s carelessness. But picking up and hang¬ 
ing up coats, vests, pants, boots and hats a 
score of times a day, on their proper pegs, did 
not vex m© so much as this continual waiting 
for him at. meat time. Not onotime in ten did 
he make himself ready while the meats and 
vegetables wore smoking warm upon the table. 
Well there came a climax to my waiting. 
"One morning in early summer. It was *he 
second year of our marriage: oh! how well 1 
remember it,—roses were in full bloom and 
climbing In at the windows, nodding at me as 
I passed to and from tho pantry. I was happy 
in preparing tho luxurious breakfast for us 
two. I had planned a bit of surprise. For 
weeks I had watched the growth ol thcilelicato 
climbing peas and the golden blossoms of tho 
broad-leafed cucumbers; and now 1 was to 
reap the reward of my patient labors in having 
green peas and fresh, crisp cucumbers the very 
first of the season lu our vicinity. These I in¬ 
tended as a surprise to 'Sxau. Al half-past six 
o’clock every dish was prepared as nicely as 
Prof. Blott could have wished. 1 stopped out 
to the verandah and called ‘ ’Siah ! '-at first in 
a slightly elevated key,supposing he was at tho 
shop or stable; receiving no answer I called a 
little louder, but with like result. Iran down 
tho gravel walk to tho gate, and out to tho 
LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS 
LOST WOMEN 
Ladies, has it ever occurred to you what a 
commentary upon our eivlltzatlen aro thoso 
lost women? A child strays from tho home 
enclosure, and the wholo*eommun!ty U on the 
alert to And tho wanderer and restore It to Its 
mother’s arms. What rejoicing when it Is found, 
what tearful sympathy, whot heartiness of con- 
gratulai Ion! There is no harsh comment upon 
poor tired feet , be they never so miry, no repri¬ 
mand for the soiled and torn garments, no lack 
of !cl*s«. for the tear-stained face. Hut let the 
child be grown to womanhood, let her bo led 
from tbc enclosure of morality by the voice of 
affection, or driven from it by tho scourge of 
want—what happens ? Do Christian men and 
women go in quest of her? Do they provido 
all possible help for her return, or, if sho re¬ 
turns ol hor own notion, do they receive her 
with such kindness and dollcacy as secures her 
from wandering again? Far from it. At the 
first step sho is denounced 114 lust—lost, echo 
friends and relatives—wc disown you ; don’t 
ever come near us to disgrace us. Lost, says 
society indifferently. How bad these girls aro 1 
And lost, irretrievably lost, Is the prompt ver¬ 
dict, bolting every door between her and all 
respectability. Ahl will not these lost ones bo 
required at our hands in the world hereafter? 
—Mrs. Burleigh. 
CHARADE.—No. I 
Mr first is Contention’s pround boast. 
My last in a contentious home. 
My whole 1 b an official post 
In churches that protest ’gainst Home 
I '3T Answer in two weeks. Q. e. \ 
ANAGRAMS OF NOTED MEN—No. 1 
1. E. R. Coppertoe. 
2. T. N, Sugar. 
3. Tom. 0. Drad. 
4 . The Barret. 
5. Jack. M. Ives. 
Z37~ Answer In two weeks. 
DOUBLE ACR08TD:.—No. 1 
1. A small animal. 2. A city In Ontario. 3. 
A man's name. 4. Not new. 5. An exclama¬ 
tion. <i. A scripture name. Tho initials and 
finals natno two Canadian cities. 
A uswer In two weeks. J. M. Sherk. 
PUZZLER AN3W2E3. - Jan. 3 
Illustrated Rebus No. 1. —Succor thoso in 
need. 
Miscellaneous Fi.vtG.MA No. 1.— When sor¬ 
row is asleep, wake it not. 
An agrams of Cities No. 1. 1, Ogdonsburg; 
2, Copenhagen ; 3, Asplnwall; », .Montevideo; 
5, Bu nos Ayres; C, Port au Prince; 7. Galves¬ 
ton ; 8. Indianapolis; P, M a treat; It, Louisville. 
Chobs-word Enigma No. 1. Killbuck. (Kill- 
buck Creek is a secondary branch of Rock 
River. Tho greater part of its course is in the 
eastern part ol Ogle County, Ill. Boon alter en¬ 
tering Winnebago Co. it is merged in tho Kish- 
waukeo River, a primary branch of the Rock.) 
Word-Square No. 1.— 
SHAH 
11 A R E 
AREA 
SENSIBLE THOUGHTS 
The contented man is never poor, the discon¬ 
tented never rich. 
Moments of triumph are not always moments 
of happpine&e.— Mr*. EUis. 
Friendship Is the wine of existence; love, 
the dram drinking.— Dickens. 
Wi; do not count a man's years until he has 
nothing else to count.— Emerson. 
MEMORY Is the only paradise from which 
nothing can over drive us.—ltichtcr. 
Woman's hopes arc woven of sunbeams'; 
shadows annihilate them.— George Eliot. 
Gratitude Is the throwing out of our hearts 
in tho light of another’s kindness.—JU. W. 
Beecher. 
Problem No. 1 
IV, I **, r 
15. 112, 113, \ 
the sides and hypothenuse of each triangle, 
requited. 
