Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1851-07-04

MiM Porrjdg ge-make thin batter with In
dian meal and wheat flour, a spoonful Of each
and pour into quart Of boiling milk and wa
! Ter, equal portions OF each. Salt it to the taste
! Boil ten Minutes.
Re cruel 0nd Corn Ne1l Gruel-NIake a
thin paste of ground rice or Indian meal. anc
| pour into boiling water, or boiling milk and
water. Let tho rice boil up once, but the corn
meal must tol halfan hour. Season with salt
, sugar and nutmeg. A little cream is great
improvement.
Arrov-root and Tapioca Gruels-Jamaica,
arrow.root is the best. Make thin paste, and
pour into boiling water, aud favor with sugar
salt d nrtmeg. "A little lemon iuce improves it,.
Tapioca must be soaked in twice the qnanli-
ty OF water over night, then add milk and wa
ter, and boil until it is soft. Flavor as above
Dropped Egg.-Salt some boiling water, and
drop in a raw egg ont Of the shell. taking care
not TO break the yolk take it up as soon AS the
white is hardened. Dip some toast in hot wa
Ter and put salt Or butter upon it, and lay the
egg on TO it.
UerJ Drjnk-Balm tea s often much relish
ed by the sick. Sage tea is also good Balm,
sage and sorrel, mixed with sliced lemon, and
boiling water poured on, and then sweeened
is a fine drink. Pcnnvroyal makes good
drink 10 promote perspratjon.
Herb drinks must be otten renewed, as they
grow insipid by standing.
Oijcr Simple DriHkS.-Ponr boiling water
on to tamarlnds, or mashed cranberries, or
mashed whorteberries, then pour of the water
and sweeten 1t. Add little wine, if allowed
Toast bread very brown, and put in cold
wafer, and it is often relshed. Pour boiling
water on to bread toasted very brown, and boil
1t one minute, then strain it and add little
sugar aud cream.
Simple '|ine iVhey-Mix equal quantities
Of water, milk and white wine. Warm the
mix and water, and then add the wlne.-
Sweeleu to the taste.
great Iarorite Nth inrq.;dg g-Takc one
third brisk cider, aud twuthirds. water swpc,en
It, and crumb in toasted crachcr, and rrate on
nutmeg. Acid lcllis will answer or this, when
cider cannot be had.
" a'er Grucl-To two quarts of boiling
water, add one gill of Indian meal and a heaped
table spoonful OF flour made into paste and
stirred IN the water Let it boil slowly twenty
minutes. SAT-. sugar and nutmeg 10 the tasl
Oatmeal makes Il fine cruel IN the same way.
Sage for LraiidS WASH one large spoon
inl OF Sago, boil it in little water. with pinch
ot salt aud rne or two sticks of cinnamon, until
looks c ear then add "A pint Of milk, boil all
We'll together and swecrn with loaf sunar.
PICTrEE FOR BAcnELoRs.-lf in that
chair yondcr-not the one your feet lie upon
but the other beside yOu--closcr yet---wcrc
seated swcct-taccd girl, with pretty little
loot IylnT out upon the hearth a bit of lace
running round the throat, and the hair parted
to charm over a forehead fair as any in
your dreams, and if You could reach an arm
through that chair-back without fear of giving
offence, and suffer your fingers to play idly
with those curls that escape down the neck
and if YOU could clasp with your other hand
those little white taper tngeis Of hers which
lie SO tcmptnglv within reach, and so talk soft
ly and low in the presence OF the blaze, while
the hours slip without knowledge and the win
ter winds whistle uncarcd for-it' IN short, YOU
were no bachelor, but the husband of such Il
sweet imagc--dream call it, rathcr-woud it
not be far pleusancr than a cold single night
sitting counting the sticks. reckoning the length
| of the blaze and the height of the falling
snow
Surely Imagination would be stronger and
purcr If it could have the playful tancies of
dawning womanhood to delight it. All toll
would be torn from mind-labor. if but another
heart grew INTO this present, -qulckcning it,
warming 1t. cheering II, bidding it ever God
APttu' llcF laVe "ouiu make Il htIo rlch as n
raIlIoo" atop OF all such nolscsomc things as
we Lonely souls cal trouble licr smiles would
illumne the blachcst OF crowded cares and
darkness that now seats You respondent IN your
solitary chair for days together weaving bitter
tnncle', dreaming bitter dreams, would grow
light and tim, and spread and float away, chas-
ed By that beloved smile. Your friend, poor
fellow, des-never mind; that gentle clasp OF
her fingers, as she steals behind You telling you
not to wecp-lt Is worth ten friends.
our sister, sweet one, Is dcad-buricd.-
| Ihe worms are busy with all her fairness -
How 1t makes yon think earth nothing but a
| spot to dIg graves upon. 1t is moro. She say,
as she leans upon your shoulder, touch your
chcek, and your wet eye turns TO meet those
other eyes. God has scnt hls anTc', surely !
Your mother-aIas for i. she is gone ],
! IuCrc any uHl'Iu''S 10 VONtn alone ana NOME