The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1842-09-08

10 ColloIu 10 my nuspdiiu . CiCutusluuCSs.
Anne was to be my woman of all work,
she was country bred, and highly recon.
mended, and The other, Rose OBrien, was
to be my children's nurse.
I'VE senr on Anne some weeks before US
to unpack the furniture, and set the house
in order, aud when we arrived, in nice or.
der il was and Anne had found time TO do
up a cour,ship, and the very day we arriy.
ed, she set off to be married ioa young farm.
err al the head OF the river, telling me very
coolly, that she should think might have
expected as much--that all girls that came
10 the West, calculated to be married =
Il submi,ted-l could do nothing else.
Rose had been brought up to nursery.work,
and was almost as ignorant as myself OF all
other household work, and besides her hands
were full, with my baby, who was cutting
! her eye-leeth.
The FIRST morning after our arrival, |
determined TO be energetic, and do my best
to make my family comfortable till could
supply Anne's place, SO hurried on my
dressing gown, and wen, down TO the kltch'
en- 10 make the coffee. But how was 1t 10
be made ran up 20 ask Rose. She had
always seen i, made in grecgue,' SO had
L, but we had none. though, if lei il,
soak long enough 10 boiling water, Il would
be as good as if poured through gtecque.
Accordingly, | soaked it TILL | had every
thing else ready. Anne had left some nice
little ,rou, all prepared to fry. Il put them
in ulensi that knew was called flying
pan, and there they dried away 10 coal.
In attempting TO cut the bread, cut my
thumb, II has been ever since nearly useless
TO me
'Wha, stuff is tia, ? asked my husband,
when poured out the coffee. | burst into
tears, and confessed my ignorance. You
should have boiled it, my DEAR he SAID
The mex, morning | did boil il, but il was
: SO thick that i! could not he drank. Hon
TO clarity it noue Of US knew-we drank
tea for the present. | have my beds &c
make, rooms TO sweep, and my TALES 10 set
but am well and strong, aud should moi
mind ii, (lor really feel The better for The
exeIcise,) if only knew how. Anne el
US large baking Of bread | looked for
ward With dlsmay to the time when tina
I! should he eaten up. We were reduced t
the last loaf, and begged by husband L
ride ever 10 the nearest neighbours (,wt
miles, and get me some Ieayen-sor ! knew
that bread required leaven, though not how
TO nuke ii, and unfortunately, my receip
book was in package Of books not arrived
The good dame sen, me some hard, bl!
ter cakes, which she called turnpike emp
,yings.' How TO apply them | did no
know but grated them into ny Hour, an
| rose in my own esteem; but, alas m,
bread did no. rise You laugh, my dea
friend laugh too, sometimes; but, | as
"a sure you, that | cry much ottener. Al
day, and all ulgh,, waited for the dough
10 rise. In the morning, il was the sam,
lump as when | mixed II. My hua5an
u seemed 10 me bright thought and int
~ the oven it went; but, elias /, came OF
s. even more solid than il wen. in. My chi
g. dren were actually crying for bread, an
10 had nothing better than stone 10 Civ
~ them. | went 10 my room. My beaui
OIL full Pelrarca was lying on the table.
u looked at it for q moment with sort ,
y loathing. would gladly have given a
" my knowledge Of Italian, of which has
OF felt proud, to know how TO make bread
y But said my conscience, you might req
~ Italian, and make bread, too. The tin
I'll spen. in getting half dozen lessons, wou
nave suficed TO acquaint YOU with this e
y sential art
gu DO you remember how we used 10 Iaua
y at Uncle John, when he came down fro
an the country, and would tell US that we q
nc y, not know any thing VAN. glorylng,
H. We we're, 10 being the first scholars
" Madame &c. school! Learn TO mall
bread, glrls, he would say, the staff OF Ii
= learn TO make bread
as But know how TO make cake, Uncle
~ you replied. Fiddle de dee said Unc
10 John, that IS an easy matter-bul leal
u 10 make bread. Did you ever hear, girl
Il the story Of the Queen Of France VIII
III when she was told that her subjects wante
g bread asked why they did not give thGt
cake / do not understand you, uncle
Go said |. Perhaps not, you may one I
- these days. Poor Uncle John, il SCENE
IS 10 me his ghost was a my elbow while VIZ
watching tina, bread. | could make cal
de so could Rose. once made some on
q wager, under the eye of my mothers pas
ry cook, but Of what use was cake, when y
e. wanted bread
Ia To return TO my story. While ! vi
Iamcniing my good for nolhiuguess, m
&c. husband came 10, and asked if he shou
iul unpack my piano - No--no,' cried, {
ur never will touch my piano again ill kuo
los how to make bread. Get me horse, if yo
Is love me, and let me ride over to that w
siT man, and ask what she meant by seudln
I'd me those delestable turnpike emplyings
en- BY the time got TO Mrs. Gates my foe
1l ings were somewhat subdued; so that
g. asked, very meekIy, for directions how
by use the turnPikes.
ut Gracious me = exclaimed the good w
sc man. thOuDht ynu knaU no ,rurh q