The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1848-05-24
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A*CHAPTER ON EATING.
- ~ : -.'HuNGER1Ne man,

gSs Mr. LeonItias Boyd had pnrtaken of
plentiful breakfast; he had read the morn
ing8papers through; he had stood directly
in front ofthe fire, with his hands clusped
rnder his oat.skirts, and was thorough.
lyswnrm; he had kicked off his slippers,
md drawn on his nicely polished boots;
he had muffied up in his sack, neck-cloth
and gloves, put on his hat, and was pas
sing down the door.steps, when voice
from behind arrested his progress; for
Mrs. Lenoidas Boyd exclaimed, "Don't
forget the salt, my dear!' and a moment
after, nor the saleratus and s,archr
rs men go, Mr.. Leonidas Boyd was
good man, "a kind husband, and an indul-
gent father. Not day passed but his
handkerchief was tied halEclozen knots
toiremind him Of things hc never would
remember; not a day in which he did not
say ..Y Yes;ny child and 81 will my dear!"
10 requests he was sure to forget. The
butchers bill, the conl-man's bill, The
hourman's bill, the house rent, were all
quickly settled, and cheerfully he bought
cotton cloth, new dresses, bonnets and
school books; but there was ever mvs
terry to his masculine understanding. He
could not comprehend what became Of the
minor groceries that went into his house
and as he paced with quick steps the road
sleading.to his place ofbusncss, his ,nedi-
Station ran thus:
S Don't forget the salt, my deaI!'' No.
won't forget the salt; but wonder whit
has become ofthe last bought! "Sarch
and sa1nratns too. Inever taste snlnrat-
US II, any thing; tho cook must throw tha,
away; and Istarch--let me see; that goes
into my, shirts; but it can't take pound
Tor shirt. There's, "sonp," too, and a
Z lew more eggs, my dear" Las, week
twas Hsome indigo, and a new mop; n
little sand and some soda;' tomorrow it
willsbe Bristol brick and pound OF gin
gerWhat women want Of SO many
things, cannot imagine; but my wife shall
have what she wants if she is rational
aboutswhnt she calls" "house keeping
Every town has its Lenoidas Boyds;
men whose perceptions are obtuse on the
subject of small domestic needs; men TO
whom little wants are no wants at all, and
to whose minds what they do not see used
is sure TO be wasted; men who wonder
where the salt COOS; mon who think wo.
men make too much ado about house
Keeping; men, in short, who are great con.
l,oissures ofthc culinary art in general,
but have no conception Of it's multiplicity
oftletails, and buy butter, sugar, lard,
pepper and spice and verify think that
they; are doing their wives great favor.
Eating is on the whole a serious business.
When we take into consideration the sus.
tanning of vital energies and the conse-
quent actions, the office Of cook becomes
tone of solemn interest: and the incessant
demands made bysthat orifce with which
the human face divine, is garnishcd, seems
/ but reasonable. The republican some
S.times wonders ifroyalty condescends to
roast potatoes and eat bread and butter,
and thinks that Victoria should, like the
sfairies,sbe fed on broiled rose-l leaves; or,
if mortal, on pound cake and custard; at
Ahe farthsst, should Her Majesty choose a
bitof flesh, let It be "squb. angel" or
some ,chernb oysters:-Prince Albert
might have flour and.twenty black birds
baked in pie," and have high precedent
therefor; and Montezuma, ,sye read, relish
ed his stewsor fricasee Of tender little chill.
yydrep;sa dish difficult to be furnished often
ii, q private farnilysBut common people
with common appetites will submit 10
coarse fare; and eyer since our great
randmother Eve got into the foolish hnb-
sit ofwaiting uponzA Adam and handing him
apples, 1t has fallensto womnn's lot to be
In cooking animul. Ages ago it was es-
tablished as q fact that the way TO man's
heart was through his stomach. The
Irishman sitting byhis peat fire, begrimcd
with smoke, thinks ..s.-
d ..T he best comfort, under the sun,
s Is tolsit by the fire till the 'taters is DONE"
n a .Dutchman smiles when he sees sniis
/. aud sscralls, and tastes sourkrout. The
taaoi1ihorrls sneqroiWiil dance after eating his