Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-04-28
Sally Sly and Jenny X
HUMOROUS REPORT ON BUTTER.

Monthly Visitor. There is a good moral
conveyed in it, told with a rich vein OF HUI
NOR that is capital. 1t is from the pen Of
S. d. Little, Of the Nlerrimac IN. H. Ag-
riculiural Society:
The beneficence Of the Creator is manifest
in SO disposing to our tastes, and so adapting
these to the varieties with which we are sur
rounded, as to make life a scene OF enjoy
ment instead Of a burden. 1t might have
been that necessary food would have been
noisome, as it is sometimes to the diseased
stomach, had it not have pleased the Creator
to have ordered it otherwise. Bread is the
staff of life, but butter is given to make it
slip down easier, and with IA better relish.-
But it depends something on who makes the
butter whether it answers this purpose. But
ter made in Joe Bunker's family, needs to be
eaten in the dark then to make it pass well,
one or two other senses should be laid aside
while that made by his brother Jonathan
may be eaten in the full blaze of noon you
would wish that your neck was as long again,
that you might have the pleasurable sensa-
ton of swallowing prolonged. Perhaps "A
bit of the history Of their better halves will
explain the whole matter.
Joe's wife was Sally Sly-when a small
girl she was sly-she would not half wash
the milk pail, but sly it away and let it sour.
She was sly at school, and did not half get
her lessons, but would have her book in
sight when Tecitlng-but as she grew older
she learned that to get well married, she
must appear well, and SO she bent all her
cunning to get a superficial education in ev-
efything, from roasting a pntatoe TO playing
the piano. Poor Joe fell in love with her,
and Glove has no eyes"-so he married her.
But soon after she entered OF housekeeping,
his eye sight came, and he saw his fix, that
it was "lor better or for worse :" and he
thought it was all for worse. Like a true
philosopher, he concluded 10 endure what he
could neither avoid nor cure, and get along
t~olerabIy well only when he came to her but
terror his mother was a real butter maker.
Every time be saw or TASTED Of Sally's butter
he felt the horrors. Her manner of making
butter was somewhat as follows She
thinks il of no consequence whether The milk
pail is sweet or sOur-sets the milk in a
warm room, because it is easier than to 20
in the cellar, and ii some dirt should blow
into the pans she thinks every man must eat
a peck of dirt" and in no place will ii slip
down easier than in butter-she lets the
cream pots be open, and when she churns
forgek the poke; leaves the cream nearly at
blood heat that 1t may come quick. When
she takes it out Of the churn she picks out
the bodies of all flies and spiders-the legs
and wings are so small they can be swallow
ed. She works out half the butter milk and
sets it away in a warm place for use. Poor
Joe has seen SO much butter of this kind that
he declares butter does not agree with his
health and will not taste it. Yet his wife
wonders why he does not try it, and marvels
that he does not keep a dairy, and make but
ter for market.
Jonathan was d younger brother Of Joe,
and he had occasion to eat at his brothers.
enough to know why he could not eat but
ter and he declared he never would marry
without knowing what his bread would be
buttered with. Following the bent of his
fancy he made several attempts at matrimo-
ny, and Julia Juniper almost caught him
for there was always good butter on the Ia
Bile at tea, but he was determined to know
who made it. On inquiry, she says: "La
me mother makes the butter | take lessons
on the piano"
"Well," says Jonathan, 81 want a wife
that takes lessons on the churn--I shall look
further"
After several unsuccessful attempts, and
just ready to despair, he started in pursuit Of
stray cattle before breakfast, and wandered
through the forest into the corner of the next
town, and weary and hungry, called at a de-
cent looking house and asked for some re-
freshment which was most cordially granted,
for the family were what were called Scotch
lrlsh-ln religion Presbyterian, and i'll hos
pitallty boundless.
Here he found the butter exactly right
though the weather was hot, the butter kept
its shape as well as bees wax. He catechi-
sed the old lady about her house-wifery, for
the bread was as right as the butter. The
old lady said her health was feeble-she
could do but little, and Jenny had the whole
management. He made some round about
inquiries concerning Jenny, and learned that
she was a hearty, black-haireG, black-ey0d
lass of about two and twenty had never seen
a piano or attended a ball, but knew the AS
sembly's catechism, could sing Old Hundred
to a charm, spin flax and darn stockings, and
was then gone to town with butter. He lin
gered, but she was delayed, and when his
excuses for staying were exhausted, lie star
ted. He could not get the good butter out
of his mind, and, how it happened | know
not, he soon found his way there again, and
the result of his adventure was he made "A
wife of Jane Mexican. And now one lump
of his butter is worth more than all Joe's
would make in "a month. There's no trouble
in going to market-the keepers of genieel
boarding houses in the neiehboring villages
send and take it at the highest market price.
Now the main difference in these two wo-
men arises from the manner of training, tho
there is no difference in natural disposition.
Old Madam Sly never looked on to see that
Sally did up her work right, but suffered her
to shy of her work as she chose, and though
a good house-keeper herself, was altogether
too indulgent, and like some other mothers,
thought more of getting Sally well married
than of making her fit for a wife-while old
madam Mexican was determined Jenny
should be fit for any mans wife, whether she
got married or not. Perhaps there is no more
certain criterion by which to Judge of a wo-
mans general character for neatness and