Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1843-12-16

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led il IN had oyory thing else ready =
Anne had left some little nice trout a.
prepared to ny, ! pat them ~ aurrnsi
that | knew was called frying pan, an'
thoro they dried away to coal In at
tempting to cut the bread cut my thumb
It has been ever since nearly useless ti
mel
. "Whut stufTisthat2' asked my HUSBAND
whom poured out tho coIloo. ! burst IN
to tears, and confessed my ignorance. -
lou should have boiled ii, my DEAR h'
said The next morning did boil II
but it was so thick il could not be dFehk
How to clarity it none OF us knew--wt
drank tea for the present have my
beds to make, my rooms to sweep, and my
tables to set, but am well and strong
and should not mind it, for ! really feel
better after the exercise, if | only knew
how. Anne lett us large baking OF
bread. looked forward with dlsmay TO
the time when that should be eaten up
We were reduced to the last loaf, and
begged my husband to tide over to the
nearest neighbours 1.-TWO miIes) and get
some eaven--lor knew that bread re-
qured leayep, though not how to make it,
and unfortunately my receipt book was
in a package Of books not yet arrived.
"The good dame sen me some hard,
bitter cakes; which she called turnpike
emptyings.. How ito apply them | did
not know, bu! grated them into nay flour,
and rose in my own esteem but, alas!
my bread did not rise! You laugh, my
dear friend; laugh too, some times; but
assure you that | cry oftcner. All day
and all night, | waited for the dough to
rise. la the morning, it was the same
lump as when mixed t.--My husband
suggested that it might rise in the oven;
this seemed to me bright thought; and
into the oven it went; but, alas! it came
out even more solid than it went in. My.
children were actually crying for bread,
and had nothing better than a stone to
give them. | went to my room. Ny
beautiful Petrarch was lying on the ia
Bile. | looked at it for moment with a
with sort OF oathing. woul d
gladly give oli my knowledge Of Italian,
OF which have felt proud, 10 know how
to make bread! But said my conscience,
you might read Italian, and make bread
too. The time spent in getting half a
dozen lessons, would have sutficed to ac-
quaint you with this essential art
''Do you remember how we used toI
laugh at Uncle John, when he came down
from the country, and would tell us that
we did not know anythlngl Vain glory
ing as we were in being the first scholars
in Madame C's. school: "Learn to make
bread, girls" he would say, the staff of
iile--Iearn to make breadm
"But know how to make cake, I'm
Gle, you replied, Fiddle de dee? said
Uncle John, that is an easy matter-but
learn to make bread, Did you ever hear,
girls, the story of the Queen of FranceI
who when she was told that her subjects
wanted breaL asked why they did not
eat pecrussA8f'I do not understand you
Uncle,' saia--1 Perhaps not, bat you'll
may one OF these days Poor Uncle
John, it seemed to me his ghost was at
my elbow While was watching that
bread. could make cake--so could
Rose. once made some on wacor'un-
der the eye OF my mothers pastry cook
but OF what use was cake, when we wan
ted bread?
$50 return 10 my story While was
lamenting my good-for nolhingness, my
husband came in, and asked if he should!
unpack my piano?-'No--,' cried, 81
never will touch my piano again till |
know how to make bread. Get me al
horse, if you love me, and let me ride O.
yer to that woman, and ask what She
meant by sending ma those detestableI
turnpike emptyings.' BY the time | got
10 Mrs. Gates, my feelings were some-
what subdued 50 that asked very meek
Iy how to use the turnpike
"Gracious me!' exclaimed the good
woman, 4 thought you knew as much as
hath blushing confessed did not,
md she gave me the directions. went
nome, kneaded up my bread, and that
EVENINGS meal, OH the nice loaf ofmy
'wn making, was it seems TO me, one OF
he happiest Of my life.
My greater difficulty vas overcome,
'ut every day and hsur | experience he
vii ofmy ign ORANGE. have obtained a
aw lrishwoman.--She is strong and
Wiling, but more ignorant than one OF
ur savages. If only knew how to d.
ect, she could execute. Yesterday my
husband had some pork sent him, with,
inf rnuch rel1ertion avnectad II RI come [
5 from the market, all cut up and pre-
aredS but TO my utter horror, the ami.
nails we're whole. am sure the family,
onsisting Of my husband, myself, Pat,
ar raw lrishmans Blddy and Rose, lnI
ont council over tl1e swine, were group
or Hogarth.
All, my friend, You who Iiveat home I
case, little know the trials ofladies -