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TOE MEAL HEW”W!KEKo 
begin at once, while she is at home. The gir] 
who has the good fortune to live in the coun¬ 
try, and particularly upon a farm, where she 
can have some land at her disposal, has in ad¬ 
dition to the occupations afforded by the 
housekeeping the possibilities of the soil to 
draw upon. As some women succeed partic¬ 
ularly well with poultry, it may not be amiss 
to note here that “incubator”-batched fowls do 
not bring, at the brst restaurants and hotels, 
so good a price as those hatched in the natural 
v ay. People of taste, whose tables are sup¬ 
plied with “market poultry,” say that the 
chicken that never had a mother is far in¬ 
ferior in flavor to the mothered fowl, and it is 
not altogether improbable. Of course, in 
making a choice of occupation for near suc¬ 
cess, one’s surroundings must be considered— 
what there is available in the way of market 
for one’s wares. But, above all, bear ever in 
mind that in order to succeed your work 
must be the very best, and you must never let 
a scrap that is not up to the high mark escape 
your hands. Have the brand that you adopt 
for your work mean what you wish it to 
mean and one always to be depended upon. 
VANITY. 
We can’t all be Nightingales—we can’t all 
be Birds of Paradise, but we can, if we try, 
be just what God intended us to be. Vanity, 
(which Webster defines as “an inflation of 
mind upon slight grounds; empty pride; 
ostentation;) often gets a foothold in our 
little pates, and when this seed once takes 
root it grows very rapidly. It takes a lot of 
“ sitting on” before it is crushed. In fact, it 
is sometimes “ sot on” to an amazing extent, 
and, the moment the pressure is removed, it 
shoots up to its former highr, and, in its 
endeavor to prove that it still lives, seems, 
instead of beiDg injured by the operation, to 
have actually grown an inch or two. 
How we laugh when we see a little Bantam 
with his breast inflated, and his head thrown 
back, strutting up and down the yard with 
majestic tread ! His eye is bright with self¬ 
appreciation and self-esteem, and he imagines 
all the other fowls hold the same opinion of 
him as he holds of himself. How his pride 
would be wounded could he but hear what the 
old Dominique hen said to the little Spanish 
pullet as 1 e strode by 1 With what rage his 
little heart would swell could he but know 
the thoughts that were passing in the mind of 
yonder great Shanghai, as he rests on one 
foot in the corner by the fence I But he 
doesn’t know, so he moves on with imposing 
dignity, keeping time to the tune of “ Me-me- 
1-I-Uh 1 There's only one 'me' in the world!" 
And how many little “BaDtams” we meet 
every day of our lives 1 
No, we can’t all be Nightingales, and if we 
were not born one, what’s the use in trying 
to ape one ? We may make a good attempt at 
imitating, but who wouldn’t rather be a real, 
bona fide Wren, doing fully the duty God 
allotted to him or her as a Wren, than to 
strive to be a Nightingale, and, not succeeding, 
accomplish nothing—neither the mission of 
songster, nor of a home-bird ! If we do the 
duty nearest us, day by day; if we work with 
an earnest zest and zeal, we will ultimately 
find our proper level, be it what it may—eagle 
or barnyard fowl. 
A friend of mine had a boy; a bright fellow, 
too, but unfortunately, he knew he was bright 
(he had heard it so 6ften that he couldn’t help 
but know it), and by and by he overestimated 
his powers, or, rather, appreciated them so 
fully, that, instead of exerting himself to do 
his best, he took it for granted that whatever 
• he did was right. At last came a time when 
he needed to use all his energies to succeed in 
a certain undertaking. His mother, who was 
a wise woman, had noticed the way her boy 
was wasting his powers, so, one morning at 
breakfast she said: 
“ Instead of reading the paper this morn- 
ing ” (she kept up the old-time custom of 
reading the daily news to the family at break¬ 
fast each morning, thus keeping eyen the 
smallest youngster “ posted ” as to the events 
of the day), “ I will tell you a story.” 
Each boy and girl was alert at once. This 
was something new, and a new departure is 
always welcome to a lot of young folks. 
When they were all attention she began. 
This was her story: 
Once upon a time there was a barn-yard 
fowl. He was a nice, glossy, smooth-feat! ered 
chap, and his associates admired him. He 
held his head well, his eye was bright, his step 
firm, and, on the whole, he was “good to look 
upoD.” He received so much attention from 
his brother birds that ere long he began to 
have a very good opinion of himself. 
As he grew this opinion grew also, till one 
day he exclaimed to himself: 
“ I’m an Eagle! Yes, I’m sure I’m an Eagle! 
I’m not like these common birds of the soil! 
All I want is the chance to prove my superi - 
ority!” 
Time sped by and Mr. Rooster would walk 
off daily to some secluded spot where he’d try 
his wings. Yes, he could fly! Verily, he 
began to believe that he really was an Eagle. 
“ Some day ” he said to himself “ when the 
barnyard is full—just at the time when all are 
being fed, I’ll mount the hitching post and, in 
a commanding voice, will tell them that my 
sphere is above, that I must away, that a 
spirit within me calls, and, much as I regret 
to go, I must obey the call, for it is the call of 
duty! Yes, I’m sure I’m an Eagle!” Thus 
mused the cock, and each time he said it, he 
believed it more, till at length the idea be¬ 
came part of himself. One day at feeding 
time he created quite a sensation by perching 
on the hitching post in front of the carriage 
house, and saying in a strong clear voice, 
“ Fellow comrades, I’ve something to say to 
you”—Every eye was upon him, a murmur of 
praise ran from chick to chick, as they noted 
his glossy coat, and his flashing eye. He really 
was a handsome chap! What a figure! Yes, 
they were proud of him. Even the old dirty, 
whity-browny duck, paddling in the mire, 
stopped long enough to “quack” a word of 
praise. 
“ I have,” continued Mr. Rooster “dwelt 
with you for a long time, and I have not been 
unhappy either—why should I be when there 
are so many bright fellows among you ? But 
I am about to go away on a long journey and 
may never see you again, so now will say 
good-bye.” 
Here a deep murmur of regret ran through 
the whole assembled throng of fowls. 
“ I go,” continued he, “ because duty calls 
me. I am not a rooster as has been supposed 
all these months” (for he was yet young); “but 
an Eagle. Methiuks I hear the voice of my 
kind calling, so I go. Farewell! farewell! 
Perchance I may, in the course of time, fly 
hither again, and if it is so decreed, will only 
be too pleased to visit you.” 
The younger cocks crowed, but the old 
fellows laid their heads on one side and 
winked their eyes at each other, for had they 
not seen “Eagles” before? 
“Farewell” came the voice from the top of 
the hitching post. Flap went the wings. 
Yes! he was flying! He rose—higher, high¬ 
er, higher. There! He was really at the top 
of the corn-crib. Here he stopped, not to 
rest, of course, for eagles didn’t tire so easily, 
but once more to say “farewell” and to whis¬ 
per to himself: “Now for that cherry tree.” 
He turned and gazed at the gaping brood 
beneath. “ Cock-a-doodle-doo1" came from 
below. 
All timidity was gone; all fear was cast to 
the winds. Oh, the proud glory of this mo¬ 
ment! To soar, soar, soar, to regions beyond 
the hills! To be free, free, free! To be safe 
beyond that horrid picket fence! To behold 
strange wonders that the heart of cocks and 
hens had never dreamed of! How glad he 
was to be an Eagle! 
“Farewell!” came in a sad, though majestic 
voice from the top of the corn crib. Once 
more the wings were spread; once more the 
majestic form rose- 
But, by gum ! it didn’t either ! It fell 
down, down, doivn. Mercy ! Why couldn’t 
it fall in a decent place while it was about it! 
“ But, the way of the transgressor is hard,” so 
down, down, he came into the filthy pile of 
offal that laid in a pool at the farthest end of 
the yard. It had rained much of late, and 
the pool was deep. Splash I Deep under the 
waters he went 1 When be rose to the surface 
the fire in his eye was quenched, and his 
plumage was no longer gay. He was weak 
and again sank beneath the waves (?). His 
comrades stood by and gazed. The chickens 
couldn't swim, and the ducks wouldn't. Of 
course they wouldn’t, for hadn’t he once 
sneered because they waddled ? He had said 
“ Farewell,” then let him go. He wished “the 
place that knew him once to know him no 
more,” so why should it? Just then Jack, 
the dirty, scraggy, ugly little beast of a dog, 
came bounding by. He dashed into the pond 
amidst screeching and flapping of wings, and 
dragged the poor little rooster to the shore. 
The Eagle—oh ! where was he ! Echo answers, 
where ? 
When our hero reached terra firma again, 
he dragged his stiff limbs to a sunny corner 
by the old watering trough, and as the old 
phrase goes, “ hung himself up to dry.” His 
head hung low, his wings drooped, he was 
enveloped in a steaming vapor, and covered 
with—not dust—but plenty of humiliation. 
But chickens and hens are just like mortals. 
They never forgave this attempt of their 
brother to soar above them. He would 
never have another chance now. His humili¬ 
ation came to stay. He had been tha: morn, 
ing the handsomest fowl in the yard—the 
pride of the rooster world; a great, beautiful 
fellow, and his comrades were ever ready to 
listen to him; but now where was all his 
glory ? Had he been content to be a rooster 
and do as a noble, honorable, upright rooster 
should do, he would still be King of the 
Barn-yard. Where was his glory now? Gone 
to the winds. Who wouldn’t rather have 
been a rooster! 
When Mamma—there! I’ve told it now!— 
finished we all looked at our bonny brother. 
His face was flushed and an angry light 
beamed in his eye, but he said nothing. He, 
however, made up his mind that he wasn’t 
like the barnyard fowl, and that he would 
prove it. So, accordingly, he “gang’d his 
ane gait” and— -failed] But after the failure 
he saw the likeness in Mamma’s descriptive 
tale and profited thereby. 
Who of you who read this is striving to 
jump beyond his limit, thereby neglecting his 
duty? “ Hum drum ”— “ monotony ”— you 
murmur. Yes, I know, but mount each little 
hillock as you come to it, and you will gain 
strength as you go, and if God meant you to 
climb to mountain tops, the surmounting of 
each little difficulty will bring you nearer the 
summit. I’ve aspired to eagledom myself, 
and, although I didn’t fall in just such a place 
as our friend, the rooster, my fall was as 
great. In fact, I may have fared worse, for 
I bumped hard. But the knocks on the head 
that thump sense therein won’t hurt you in 
the end. Look out for that little seed of 
vanity. Root her up, as soon as you discover 
that she, or rather, he, has taken root, for he 
not only sends up great, tall shoots, but sends 
down deep roots, and they wrap themselves 
about, around and across till they form a regu¬ 
lar matted network which will be impossible to 
eradicate. But the blossom smells so sweet! 
And the network of roots is so nice to rest 
upon! So it is, for ourselves, but outsiders see 
the “stingers” within the flower, and the 
odor, though sweet to us, is overpowering to 
others. dora harvey vrooman. 
A TEA DISH. 
Peel and slice tart cooking apples, and 
stew with the smallest amount of water pos¬ 
sible, to keep from burning. Put through a 
collander, sweeten, and flavor with lemon. 
Put in the center of a glass dish when cold. 
Make a boiled custard of a pint of milk, yelks 
of four eggs and white of one; sugar to 
sweeteD, and lemon flavoring. When cold 
pour over the apple. The whites of eggs beat 
to a stiff froth, add a tablespoonful of powder¬ 
ed sugar and pile roughly over the top of the 
custard. Serve as soon as possible. 
MRS. economy. 
BLACKBERRY MUSH. 
To two quarts of ripe fruit add one pint 
and a half of boiling water and a pound of 
white sugar. Boil sloivly 20 minutes, then 
stir in a scant pint of wheat flour, cook ten 
minutes longer, stirring constantly to pre¬ 
vent burning. Turn into a greased mold and 
serve when cold with cream or a hard sauce. 
It is very nice cut into slices and fried 
brown on both sides in a little butter and 
served with a hot sauce. 
DELICATE PUDDING. 
Boil one quart of sweet milk in a double 
kettle so that it will not burn, stir in four 
tablespoonfuls of corn starch made smooth in 
a little cold milk, and then add the beaten 
yelks of four eggs and sweeten with a small 
cup of sugar. Turn into a pudding dish. 
Beat the whites to a stiff froth, add three 
spoonfuls of powdered sugar and a few drops 
of vanilla extract. Spread on top of corn 
starch and set in a quick oven to brown. 
Take out and strew the top thickly with cocoa- 
nut and set away in a cool place. 
MRS. A. G. B. 
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