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TUB LADIES FLORAL CABINET. 
escape from Jupiter's ire, had the precious pots at once 
conveyed to the banqueting; hall, where with eager alac¬ 
rity she spread their delectable contents before the assem¬ 
bled gods, who to her intense delight smacked their 
celestial lips with beaming'satisfaction and passed their 
plates for a third supply. 
Other details equally truthful and interesting are 
passed over for want of space. Sufficient has been said 
to show that Dulchaz is a marvellous marmalade, which 
may be prepared as follows : Gather as large a quantity 
of Rose petals as you can secure, selecting for the pur¬ 
pose Roses of the most powerful fragrance, and those 
that are fully expanded. When a sufficient quantity 
of petals has been gathered, weigh them; then take 
exactly the same weight of sugar, which dissolve in 
water to form a syrup as for peach or other preserves. 
Add the Rose petals, and when the preparation reaches 
a boiling point, permit it to remain precisely one min¬ 
ute beyond. Then take it off. and when sufficiently 
cool put the Dulchaz in small glass jars and seal 
securely. 
An easy transition now leads us to speak of 
, LIQUEUR DE ROSES. 
Falstaff would have considered cakes lamentably in¬ 
complete without copious libations of ale, hence in 
view of such an illustrious example, our aspirations may 
be considered perfectly legitimate should we sigh for a 
pendant to Dulchaz; and this unreasonable desire may 
be gratified, for a sublunary nectar quite in keeping 
with the transcendant qualities of the former prepara¬ 
tion, is known as Liquer de Roses, or may be styled in 
the vernacular Rose cordial. Petals may bo gathored as 
for Dulchaz, choosing the most fragrant varieties. To 
each quart of pure cognac add eight ounces of Rose 
petals; place the vessel containing the mixture in acool 
situation and allow it to stand for about two weeks. 
Then remove the petals, strain the liquor and add four 
ounces of sugar to each quart of the preparation, which 
will be strongly impregnated with a most delicious 
Rose flavor, and will give out a delightful aroma. 
A few drops are sufficient for a glass of water, 
which thus flavored forms a wholesome and refreshing 
driuk. 
ROSE PERFUME 
is another Rose preparation which, though compara¬ 
tively little known, is nevertheless so satisfactory and 
desirable that should it be new but to a small majority, 
it is for that reason well worth mention here, for by a 
very simple method one may secure an agreeable and 
lasting perfume. A self-sealing glass jar which will 
contain a quart is a suitable receptacle. A supply of 
petals gathered under the same conditions as for the 
foregoing preparations will be necessary ; then begin by 
a thin layer of fine salt in the bottom of the jar, fol¬ 
lowed by a layer of Rose petals, thus continuing in alter¬ 
nate layers until the vessel is full. It is then to be her¬ 
metically sealed and placed in some dry, cool situation 
where it may remain until the following Winter. When 
brought out and opened, a powerful and most agi'ee- 
able oder of Rose will be given out, soon filling the 
largest apartment, and the preparation will retain its 
strength for years. F. Lance. 
SLEEPING SUMMER. 
I wonder if in this good magazine I cannot find a 
wee comer where the little ones may gather about and 
listen to some of the wonderful fairy stories that good 
Dame Nature has whispered to us? We want but little 
space, and we’ll carry on our chatter in low tones. And, 
moreover, just as soon as can be, we are all going out 
into the woods and fields, and won’t be in your way at 
all. Come on, children, I guess we can cuddle down in 
this nook and watch the snow fairies as they fly about 
so swiftly in their duties and cares of the Sleeping Sweet 
Summer. 
Soho! you tho’t Summer was dead, did you? Not 
very much 1 Not any more than you were last night, 
when you lay so still and quiet all tucked up in the 
blankets, your bright eyes shut and your rosy cheeks 
pressed upon the soft white pillows. That’s just what 
our sweet Summer is doing—sleeping. Her bright eyes 
and all the pretty wild flowers are close shut; her lovely 
form, the level meadows and high hills and rolling prai¬ 
ries, tucked softly in between blankets and feather 
beds of the softest white snow! And you know that 
all the fairies in creation are keeping watch over her 
thro 1 the long, dark, cold nights. But the other mom- 
ning as I walked up town ever so early, *1 saw sevei'al 
of the fairies—you know people who were bom on Sun¬ 
day can see fairies, and I was born on a holy Sabbath 
day. So these little brownies were perched on a tree by 
my path; I guess they were waiting for me. 
“ Ho, ho ! why don’t you look up ? ” they cried. 
I had been looking down because it was very slippery, 
and I did not wish to fall down and roll around on the 
ground; but when I heard those soft saucy voices I 
stood right still and stared hard up in the nearest tree 
for them. 
Soon I saw them—the little wee brownies—oh, dozens 
of them, dancing and prancing and bobbing and nod¬ 
ding. 
“Is it possible, little ones, that you are come again?” 
I asked. 
I really don’t remember ever seeing the little brown 
rascals until four weeks later than this, before. 
“Now don’t you suppose we know our own busi¬ 
ness?” they shouted; and as I remembered their business 
was to “ do the will of the Lord,” I assented. 
(If you don’t believe the fairies in brown and green 
and white are all servants of the Father in Heaven, get 
your prayer-books or Bibles and read the 147th and 
104th psalms.) 
So the tiny brown buds—I mean fairies—told me that 
Summer was beginning to stir even this early in the 
year ; true, she was just turning over and going to set¬ 
tle down for a little longer nap, but the fact that she 
stirred was a sign that her sleep was nearly done, and a 
signal that all the little workers must spruce up and be 
ready for duty. The little brownies on the tree branches 
—shall 1 tell you what they were doing? Setting wee 
