578 
July 30 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
From Day to Day. 
SONG OF THE WESTERN MEN. 
A good sword and a trusty hand ! 
A merry heart and a true! 
King James's men shall understand 
What Cornish lads can do ! 
And have they fixed the where and when? 
And shall Trelawney die? 
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men 
Will know tne reason wny! 
Out spake their Captain brave and hold : 
A merry wight was he: 
If London Tower were Michael’s hold, 
We’d set Trelawney free! 
We'll cross the Tamar, land to land: 
The Severn is no stay ; 
With “one and all” and hand in hand ; 
And who shall bid us nay? 
And when we come to London wall 
A pleasant sight to view, 
Come forth ! Come forth ! Ye cowards all; 
Here's men aS good as you. 
Trelawney lie's in keep and hold; 
Trelawney he may die; 
But here’s twenty thousand Cornish bold 
Will know the reason why. 
—Rev. R. S. Hawker, Rector of Morwenstow. 
* 
When onions, fish, or other highly-fla¬ 
vored food is cooked in the frying pan it 
is likely to convey the savor to anything 
The foundations are made like the crino¬ 
line and featherbone stock foundations; 
a number of styles are seen, suited to all 
sorts of figures. Silk, ribbon, or dress 
material is readily draped over such a gir¬ 
dle, which may be finished in any wav 
desired. 
* 
The handsomest canned raspberries we 
have seen this season consisted of Golden 
Queen and Cuthbert mixed, one-fourth of 
the red fruit and three-fourths of the yel¬ 
low. The syrup was a vivid ruby red, the 
light berries showing up handsomely in 
it. Golden Queen is a seedling of Cuth¬ 
bert, with all its good qualities, and though 
its color renders it undesirable for mar¬ 
ket, we find it an excellent berry for home 
use. We like the yellow color, and think it 
of superior quality. 
* 
Duck and linen hats are to be a feature 
of outing wear; they are much more orna¬ 
mental than last year. The material is ap¬ 
plied over a wire foundation, and bound 
around the edge, the shapes following all 
prevailing models. Plain white duck, un¬ 
trimmed, or with a white cord knotted 
Feed or nurse it at regular intervals, 
not more than once in three hours after 
it is 6 weeks old. 
Don't feed it simply because it cries. 
Decrease the amount of milk on very hot 
days. Too much food and too frequent 
feeding are among the commonest causes 
of sickness. 
Bathe it daily. The glands of the skin 
carry off nearly as much poisonous matter 
as the bowels. They both must he kept 
open in hot weather. Dry the skin well 
after bathing. 
Air it. Out-of-door air is necessary. 
Keep the head shaded from the direct sun¬ 
light. In hot weather take the baby out 
early in the morning, before 9 o’clock, 
when it is cool. Again late in the after¬ 
noon and early evening, but not late at 
night. 
Give no solid food to a baby less than 
1 year old. For the first year of life food 
should be all milk. For the second year 
chiefly milk. 
When the baby has diarrhoea, stop all 
food and give only barley water until the 
doctor comes._ 
An Ancient Yew Tree. 
The first evergreen we can recollect was 
an old yew tree, laden with rosy fruit, 
which grew by the balustrade of a stone 
stairway, leading to a moat-encircled 
tower. We remember the warning against 
following it. To remove the flavor, aftei 
washing the vessel put a little vinegar in 
it, and put on the stove, permitting the 
vinegar to heat, then wash out, and there 
will be no further reminiscence of the 
highly-flavored food. 
* 
When the Red Astrachans are fit to 
use, trj r this simple dessert: Pare apples 
and remove the core, then put in granite 
kettle and boil until thoroughly cooked. 
Remove the apples and continue to boil 
the water, adding sugar until a pink jelly 
is formed. Place the apple in a tall glass 
and pour the apple jelly around it. Place 
a spoonful of whipped cream on top. 
* 
When Baby Alice first saw a cow with 
a bell around its neck, says the Little 
Chronicle, she thought it so funny that 
nothing could induce her to leave the spot 
She stood watching the cow until it slow¬ 
ly walked away. Then, when the bell began 
to ring, she turned delightedly to het 
mother, exclaiming: “0 mamma, does the 
cow ring the bell when she wants the calt 
to come to supper?” 
* 
With the coming of the high girdle a 
demand was created for belt foundations, 
as it is a difficult matter for the inexperi¬ 
enced to put the bones in a belt just right. 
AN ANCIENT YEW TREE. Fig. 253. 
about the crown, cost 98 cents; with a 
plain band of black velvet $1.19. Wide- 
crowned sailors, with band of black, blue 
or emerald velvet and wide flat bow cost 
$1.98, and are extremely pretty. Very sim¬ 
ple round hats of brown grass linen, 
trimmed with bands and pompons are 
$3.50 to $5.50. These are as serviceable 
as a straw hat, very light and cool, and 
very becoming. Soft felt hats for outing 
wear have also made their appearance; 
they are shown in all the pale shades, 
white, cream, champagne', fawn, dove and 
French gray, costing from $2.25 to $5.50. 
They are very light, and always in favor 
for mountain wear. 
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The following instructions for the Sum¬ 
mer care of the baby, sent out by the New 
Y’ork City Board of Health, are needed by 
many women in every community. This is 
the season when infant mortality is al¬ 
ways highest: 
Nurse it. Nothing equals mother’s milk 
for a baby food. If you cannot nurse the 
baby, use fresh milk, which, in hot 
weather has been boiled and prepared ac¬ 
cording to directions. Nurse the baby 
part of the time if you cannot nurse it all 
the time. 
Do not give it condensed milk, or any 
prepared baby’s food. 
those beautiful berries, for children some¬ 
times eat them with fatal results, while 
clippings of the dark foliage are poison¬ 
ous to horses and cattle. The tree of oui 
recollection was a mere baby compared 
with the one shown in Fig. 253, though 
perhaps a century old; it is probable that 
the tree illustrated has seen five cen¬ 
turies or more, though we have no data 
concerning it. Yews live to a great age, and 
within recent years specimens have ex¬ 
isted in Great Britain with a tolerably clear 
title to a record of a thousand years. These 
trees are much favored in Great Britain 
for what is called topiary gardening, their 
dense foliage being clipped into many fan¬ 
tastic forms; columns, pillars, balustrades, 
peacocks, horses, ships, etc. Such clipped 
yews have been a feature of some old Eng¬ 
lish gardens since the time of Queen Eliza¬ 
beth, and though modern taste approves a 
more natural style they are still retained 
for old associations’ sake. There is a fine 
example of the Elizabethan garden, in¬ 
cluding many ancient yew trees, at Had- 
don Hall, familiar to many Americans 
through the recent popular novel, “Dor¬ 
othy Vernon of Haddon Hall.” 
Such as are thy thoughts, such also 
will be the character of thy mind; for the 
soul is dyed by the thoughts.—Marcus 
Aurelius. 
Charity Sweetheart’s Letters. 
The smell of the newly mown hay made 
me feel lonely thinking of the happier past, 
for there are many changes since Father 
left us. He was always satisfied with his 
little girl, and the years were full of duties 
that were pleasures. As time passes on 
we look backwards, and the years that are 
gone gain value seen by our clearer vision. 
James Whitcomb Riley, the old home poet, 
touched a chord that vibrates in the hearts 
of many when he wrote: 
Never any censure there, 
Only honest praise; 
And all things were pleasant 
In the old days. 
After the haying is over the fields al¬ 
ways look so clean around the house, and 
I promised the boys we would go up to 
Little Mountain for blueberries. It is a 
treat they always expect during vacation 
to go off for a whole day with me, and 
tnough I find it tiring, and the lunch bas¬ 
ket falls to my share to carry, yet I like 
to indulge them. But the morning we 
had set to go I heard a “thud, thud” in 
the yard, and found Grant had little 
Cleveland down and was pounding 
him. “Take a man of your own size,” 1 
said shaking him off. “Let me alone,” he 
said, fiercely, and then Sherman held up a 
big branch of apples nearly ripe that was 
almost the half of Grant’s tree, and I had 
both regret and sympathy for the angry 
boy, for the tree was his own, and I had 
planted it. 
When the children were born I asked 
Brother for a bit of ground near the back¬ 
door, that was overrun with weeds, and 
spaded up a square of it, calling it the 
baby’s garden. In it I planted an apple 
tree of the earliest variety, and kept it 
clean with a crop of beans. By the follow¬ 
ing season it was ready for flowers, and 
I sowed pansy seed that grew and flour¬ 
ished till the little one’ noticed them, and 
as he grew older the garden was extended 
till it became quite ornamental, while the 
two younger boys could not be left out, 
and 1 had to dig and plant for them a lit¬ 
tle garden and a tree. Grant is of an in¬ 
vestigating turn, and he was always dig¬ 
ging around to look at the roots of things. 
He had an eye for mechanics, and was 
forever in mischief with his childish ex¬ 
periments, so that Auntie had to help him 
cut very often, and shield him from those 
who did not understand him. His apple 
tree had grown well, and he was always 
ready to share with the rest his early 
fruit, for the other boys had later apples 
that came when his were done. But Cleve¬ 
land had been swinging on a laden branch, 
and it had given way, making a rough 
gash in the side of the tree, and spoiling 
its symmetry and beauty. I smoothed the 
edges with a pruning knife, and covered 
the place with melted wax at once. 
“I didn’t mean to do it, Auntie,” my 
little nephew kept saying, but Grant 
scowled at him, and we did not go for 
blueberries that day. I told the children 
it was no use to try to go anywhere to¬ 
gether unless they fel friendly towards 
each other and could forgive, even to sev¬ 
enty time seven. ‘'Well/’ said Cleveland, 
in a conciliatory tone, “this is the first 
time, and I didn’t mean to do it.” 
After the children were in bed and 
Brother and his wife had gone to spend 
the evening with a neighbor, I sat a long 
while mending a rent in one of the jackets, 
and some holes in the shirts, and it seemed 
to me that I was of some use after all. 
Minty says: “It’s so nice to be able to 
leave the house, for Charity doesn’t care 
to go out,” and she forgets that she is 
talking of my home, and that it is my 
house to which her coming has caused me 
to take second place. Of all things the 
hardest to live through is to be supplanted, 
to have the things you have worked for 
all your life taken from you by the changes 
that come in families, and to be made to 
feel that what was yours is yours no 
longer. Sometimes I feel sorry that I did 
not go away when Father left us, never to 
see the old place again, but when the 
children come to me for help, and seem to 
consider Auntie indispensable, I feel con¬ 
tented. Now and then Minty is jealous; 
she does not like them to depend on me, 
but all children are alike in turning to 
those who are willing to do the most foi 
them, and I try not to be impatient with 
them, though 1 know quite well if I should 
be laid aside they would turn to the next 
one who was ready to mend their jackets, 
and take them over the hard places. We 
are queer mortals, for we all want to be 
first, whether it is a school prize, our 
work or play. I never noticed so much 
till late years, but if you pay attention you 
will find that each of us thinks his own 
path the roughest and his own way the- 
wisest. charity sweetheart. 
