THE LADIES’ FLORAL CABINET AND PICTORIAL HOME COMPANION. 
UITLE TEA8K. 
Hiding: her gi-andmnmmn's kiiittius nwny, 
Tcncliiiij; the kittens their letters, in iiliiy,' 
CIninhering up to the tnble nnil shelf, 
Having a tea-party all by herself. 
Quiet a minute, in mischief no doubt, 
Pulling the needles ami thimbles about, 
•Sewing her apron, demure ns you please; 
Any one got such a dear little U'ase ? 
Printing her hands in tlie soft, tempting tlour, 
Tumbles and bumps twenty times in an hour; 
Tangling the yarn and unravelling tlie lace. 
Doing it ail with the prettiest grace. 
Mother is scolding her vcr>- l)ad girl. 
Says that she sets the whole house in a wliirl! 
Hooks at her pouting there down at lior knees, 
Clasps to her heart again, dear little tease. 
— Vowag Folkt. 
ANCIENT HYMN. 
Art thou weary, art thou languid, art thou sore dis¬ 
trust? 
“ Come to me.” saitli One—and “ coming be at rest! ” 
Hath he mark to load me to him—if ho bo my guide ? 
In liis feet and hands arc wound-prints, and his side. 
Is there diadem, as mon.arcli. that his brow adorns ? 
Tea; a crown, in ovciy surety-but of thorns! 
If I tind liiin. if I follow, what his guerdon liero ? 
Many a sorrow, manj a labor, many a tear! 
If I still hold closely to liim. wliat liath heat last ? 
SoiTow vanquished, labor ended. .Iordan passed! 
If I ask him to receive me. will he say me nay ? 
Not till eartli and not till lieaven pass away! 
Tending, following, keeping, struggling, is ho sure to 
bless ? 
Angels, martyrs, prophets, pilgrims, answer “ Yes! ” 
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FAEMER SPEEDWELL’S HASTY PUDDING. 
Old John Speedwell was a well-to-do farmer, 
living in the western part of Vermont. 
His family eonsisted of his wife, Phoebe, two 
sons, Amos and Jim, and two daughters. Reli¬ 
ance and Prudence (which names were very aj)- 
propriate, as the elder daughter was a model of 
reliance, and the other was prudence personi¬ 
fied). 
The elder daughter, Reliance, was engaged to 
he married to a .newhVrujg farmer, a young 
I., - 
In those days^tii^^^^Wo butcher to bring 
fresh meat every day, as at the present time; 
bnt people had to rely on their own resources 
for dinner; and, on the morning which opens 
our story, old farmer Speedwell had proposed to 
have some hasty pudding and milk for dinner; 
and, as his word was law, it was agreed upon. 
After beakfast farmer Speedwell and his sons 
went to their haying. Dame Speedwell to her 
. work, and the girls busied themselves about their 
domestic duties. 
At the proper time. Dame Speedwell made the 
pudding, taking care to salt it well, as she knew 
her husband liked a good deal of salt, hung it 
over a slow fire and went up stairs to put the 
winter clothing in camphor. 
It was only a few moments before Reliance 
came into the kitchen when, seeing the pudding 
cooking, and knowing that her mother was apt 
to forget to salt it, she put in a handful of salt 
and stirred it well, so that her father would not 
have occasion to find fault. 
Soon after Prudence passed through the 
kitchen and, reasoning the same as Reliance 
had, she also added a handful of salt, and went 
about her w'ork again. 
Before long Amos entered to get a jug of 
molasses and w’atcr, and soon after Jim, each of 
whom put in a handful more of salt, as they had 
no more faith in the mother’s remembering it, 
than Reliance or Prudence had. 
Just before dinner time, farmer Speedwell re¬ 
turned from work, and when he saw the pud¬ 
ding cooking, said: “ That' puddin’ smells all- 
fired good, but I’ll bet a sixpence wife’s forgot 
to salt it, as she always docs; I used to depend 
on Reliance, till she got her head chock full of 
that young man o’ hem, but I can’t reckon on 
her thinkin’ on’t now; and, as to Pmdcnce, she 
is so cantious she would not dare to salt it any¬ 
how; so I guess I’U salt it myself,” and, suiting 
the action to the word, he put in a big handful of 
salt, stirring it well in. 
Twelve o’clock came, and they were all seated 
at the table, when farmer Speedwell helped him¬ 
self to a good share of the pudding, and took a 
mouthftil; but no sooner had he tasted it than 
he leaped up, exclaiming; “Who salted this ere 
puddin’?” then recollecting that he salted it him¬ 
self, ho left the room, saying: “I should think 
that thundering colt was trying to kick through 
the barn floor!” 
The next w'ho tried it was Amos, who leaped 
up also, and loft to “see what that colt was 
doing! ” 
Then followed Reliance, Prudence and Jim, 
who, each and all, escaped on some pretence, 
leaving Dame Siieedwoll in nmazement, to realize 
the truth of the old adage: “The proof of the 
pudding is in the catiiig.” 
QUAINT MINISTERS. 
Of the quaint sayings of Father Taylor, many 
old and some now ones are finding their way 
into print. James Freeman Clarke lolls us tliat 
once, when his sentences wore getting tangled, 
and the way of extricating himself from the 
verbal labyrinth was not apparent, ho suddenly 
stopped and said: “Brethren, my nominative 
haslost its verb, and can’t find it; but I am bound 
to the Kingdom of Heaven all the same.” Rev. 
Mark Trafton tolls the story that once, when 
demanding support,for superannuates, ho pithily 
remarked; “They deserve to be fed on preserved 
diamonds.” To a prayer meeting, which had 
just been told that repentance was never too 
late, for a sinner blown up iii a powder mill could 
make his peace with Heaven before he fell to the 
earth. Father Taylor said; “Do not trust in 
such a chance, brethren—don’t wait for your 
dying hour before you repent; perhaps you 
never will be blown up in a powder mill.” 
THE GENEROUS BOY. 
One day a gentleman saw two boys going 
along the streets in New Yoi'k. They were 
barefooted. Their clothes were ragged and 
dirty, and tied together by pieces of string. 
One of the boys was perfectly happy over a 
half-withered bunch of flowers which he had 
just picked up in the street. “ I siiy, Billy,” 
said he to hi, companion, “wasn’t somebody 
real good to drop these ’ere posies jest where I 
could find thera.^ And they’re so pooty and 
T.nnlc ^ sliiirn T^ilTv 
"'llV mi'SHim 
HOME, SWEET HOME. 
It is a singular and noteworthy fact, that 
although the song of “Home, Sweet Home” has 
attained a world-wide popidarity, and contains, 
exclusive of the chorus, but eight lines, it is 
rarely printed con-cctly. In a reading-book for 
schools, published in the city of New York, a 
copy of this song, attached to a brief sketch of 
its author, is marred by no less than fourteen 
errors. The following is a literal copy from the 
author’s own manuscript; 
'Mill ijlonsni cs anil paliuios tliongli wc may roam, 
lie It ever so Ininiljlc. tlicie's no place lilto lioinol 
A eiiai'm I'roia tiic sky aeenia to iiallow ns tlicrc. 
Wliicli. seek tliroiigli tlio woilil, is ne'er met with eiso- 
wlicicl 
lloiiio, llonic! sivcot, sweet Ilomcl 
"J'liere’s no place like Home! 
Tliere's no place like Iloniel 
An exile from Home, splendor ilazzles in vain!- 
O, give me my lowiy tliateiicd cotlage again! 
-The hirds singing gayly tliateanie at my call— 
Give me tlieni!—and the peace of mind dearer than .aifi 
Ifonie, Ilonie! sweet, sweet Iloniel 
There's no place like Iloniel 
There's no place like Homo! 
FUN IN THE FAMILY. 
What a healthful thing to have one jolly per¬ 
son in the house, re.ady to laugh at anything 
ludicrous, or even able to create sport at any 
lime. There are enough to reflect on the sad 
side of life, and its irritable side, and its sober 
side. AYc need one or more to show the mirth 
that often trembles just below the surface of 
painful things. A real, impetuous laugh dissi¬ 
pates many illusions, sweeps the twilight out of 
our imaginations, and brings honest daylight. 
But it must be real. No dry, hacking laugh. It 
should bo spontaneous, out-bursting, irresistible, 
infectious. AVe have seen men fall to laughing, 
who had not heard the eause of mirth, but only 
had cauglit the contagion of other men’s laugh¬ 
ing. It is hard not to laugh with;tneu who are 
n earnest about it. 
{lie {bebbl 
something bimeby.” Presently the gentleman 
heard his merry voice again, s.ayiug: “ Oh ! jollj', 
Billy! if here ain’t most half a peach! and 
’ta’n’t much dirty neither. ’Cause you ha’n’t 
found nothing, you may bite first.” Billy was 
just going to take a veiy little taste of it when 
his companion said: “Bite bigger, Billy; mebbe 
we’ll find another ’fore long.” 
Y’es, that shows how a hungry boy was glad 
to get hold of half of a castaway dirty pe.ach; 
but, bettor still, there is a lesson of generosity 
in it. The poor boy wished his playfellow to 
share in what little he had. See, too, how it is 
possible for some people to make a good use of 
what others throw away. 
“ There is a good deal of valuable matter to 
be found sometimes in heaps of rubbish,” saj's 
Professor Try all. 
BUSINESS LIKE HENS. 
Old Starks, an honest Gennan, had a fann 
about three miles from the village of Naples, on 
the Illinois river, and, like most of his countr}'-- 
men who settle in that country, w.as great on 
garden truck—butter, eggs, etc.—which he car¬ 
ried regularly to the town to sell on barter for 
family supplies. 
One day he came in as usual, and Peter Crit- 
zer, the storekeeper, thinking to get a saw on 
the old man, said: 
“Well, Starks, got some more eggs?” 
“ Yah, I have a few.” 
“I paid you a'bit for the last,” said Critzer, 
but wc have had a convention of the storekeep¬ 
ers, and they have resolved to give only ten 
cents in future.” 
“Yah. Veil, my hens they have a meetin’,” 
replied Starks, “ an’ dey i-esolvcs wat dey won’t 
wear ’emselves out layin’ eggs for less than fifr 
teen shents!” And the old man stalked off, 
leaving Pete to stand the laugh of the crowd. 
There are more than 200 plants in one of the 
school houses in Springfield, Mass. Scarcely a 
window in the building but has its row of plants; 
pictures adorn the walls, and all the appliances 
for making the rooms pleasant and a sojourn in 
them profitable, aboimd. 
“ IF I ONLY HAD CAPITAL.” 
“If I only had capital,” we heard a younj 
in say a few cl,a 3 -s ago as he puffed awa 3 ’- at t 
ten cent cigar, “ 1 would do something.” 
“If I onl}' had capital,” said another as he 
walked away from a dram-shop where he had 
just paid ten cents for a drink, “ I would go into 
busines.” 
The same remark might have been heard from 
the J’oung man loafing on the street corner. 
Young man with the cigar, j'ou are smoking 
away your capital. You from the dram-shop 
are drinking yours and destroying your body at 
the same time—and you on the street-corner are 
wasting j'ours in idleness and forming bad habits. 
Dimes make dollars. Time is monej'. Don’t 
wait for a fortune to begin with. If you had 
ten thousand dollars a year and spent it all, you 
would be poor still. Our men of power and in¬ 
fluence did not start with fortunes. I’cii, too, 
can make your ra.ark, if you will. But you 
must stop spending your money for what jmu 
don’t need, and squandering j'our time in idle¬ 
ness. 
' PERSEVERANCE. 
Every American bo}' should have written on 
his memory, with the point of a diamond, the 
history of Cyrus Field, in his efforts to perfect 
the Atlantic telegraph. 
It required thirteen j'ears of the most untir¬ 
ing labor, and “often,” saj's Mr. Field, “has 
my heart been ready to sink. Many times when 
wandering in the forests of Newfoundland, in 
the pelting rain, or on the deck of ships in dark, 
stormy nights, alone, far from home, I have 
almost, accused myself of madness and folly, 
thus to sacrifice the peace of my family, and all 
the hopes of life for what might prove at last 
only a dream. Yet one hope led me on, and I 
have praj’-cd that I might not taste death till this 
work was accomplished. That prayer is answer¬ 
ed, and now, beyond all acknowledgment to men, 
is the feeling of gratitude to God.” 
AVhatever your line of work, remember it is 
only a similar industry and perseverance, that 
will win for you the highest success. You can 
crawl along through life, like the earth wortn, 
with low aims and attainments, and never be 
obliged to make much e.\ertion, but who would 
desire an earth worm’s existence? AVho would 
desire to leave so little record “ on the sands of 
time ? ” 
To Remove Aoid Stains and Restore Color, 
AVhen color on a fabric has been accidentally 
or otherwise destroyed by acid, ammonia is ap¬ 
plied to neutralize the same, aftoi' which an ap¬ 
plication of chloroform will, in almost all cases, 
restore the original color. The application of 
ammonia is common; but that of chloroform is 
but little known. Chloroform will also remove 
paint from a garment or ekewhere, when benzole 
or bisulphide of carbon fails. , 
Snow Podding. 
Two tablcspoonsful of tapioca, soaked over 
night in enough water to cover it, one quart of 
milk, let it boil, three eggs and one cup of sugar; 
beat the yolks, tapioca and sugar together and 
stir into the boiling milk; let it boil till it thick¬ 
ens; flavor to taste; beat the whites to a stiff 
froth and put them in your pudding dish and 
pour the hot pudding over them. 
Cern Starch Paste. 
Corn starch makes the best paste for scrap¬ 
books. Dissolve a small quantitj' in cold 'water, 
then cook it thoroughly. Be careful and not 
got it too thick. AVhen cold it should be thin 
enough to aiiply with a brush. It will not 
mould nor slain the paper. It is the kind used 
by daguerreotypists on “gem” pictures. 
Doing up a Shirt Bosom. 
JIake a gum-arabic powder—put it into a 
pitcher, and pour on it a pint of boiling water 
(according to the degree of strength you require), 
aud then, having covered it, let it stand all night. 
In the morning pour it carefullj' from the dregs 
into a clean bottle, cork it and keep it for use. 
A tablespoonful of gum-water stiircd i n 
pint of starch, that has been made in the usual 
manner, will give to lawns (either white or 
printed) a look of newness, when nothing else 
can restore them after washing. It is also good 
(much diluted) for thin white muslin and bob- 
inet. 
ST - »s:k: - Cmcis. 
Persons who are accustomed to use tca-le^es 
for sweeping carpets, and find that they leave 
stains, will do well to employ fresh-cut grass 
instead. It is better than tea-leaves for pre¬ 
venting dust, and gives the carpet a very bright, 
fresh look. 
A Cheap Sugar Cake- 
Ingredients: Three eggs, quarter of a pound 
of butter, one pound of sugar, one teacupful 
of sour cream, and a teaspoonful of soda; use 
just enough flour to make the dough of a con- 
sistenc}' to roll it out. Flavor with nutmeg. 
Chloride of Lime. 
Comparatively few people know the value of 
chloride of lime. It is only excelled by carbolic 
acid in preventing decomposition of animal and 
vegetable matter, and in removing impure odors. 
It is a good protection against all malarious dis¬ 
eases, and a small quantity should be kept in a 
room in an open dish through the wann weather, 
when such diseases are most prevalent. Cellars 
where vegetables are kept should always be 
supplied with it. It also drives aiyay vermin. 
Some caution is needed in its use, as it rusts 
steel and destroys gilt articles if placed near 
them. It is an excellent bleaching agent, but 
clothes bleached -with it should be well and •' 
thoroughly rinsed, or it will injure them. 
Bans. 
Three cups of warm milk, one cup of sugar, 
half a cup of yeast, make a thin batter and rise 
over night. In the morning, if very light, add 
one cup of sugar and one cup of butter, kneed 
stiff and rise again, then cut into small pieces - 
and roll in hand. Put into pans just to touch, 
lise again, rub with the white of an egg and 
bake light brown. This quantity makes sixty 
buns. Currants or chopped raisins improve 
them. These are much' better than bakers’ 
buns. ■' 
Cheap Home Pudding. 
For a small family, take one pint of milk, the 
yolks of two eggs, three crackers rolled fine, and 
bake. Use three-fourths cup of granulated sugar 
and the whites of two eggs beaten to a stiff 
froth for frosting. AVhen the pudding is done, 
spread the frosting over it, and set it back into 
the oven for a few minutes to brown a very little, 
and your pudding is ready for the table. 
