The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1854-10-06
"DIoGENEs ON APPLE FRITTERs.

Soyer, the great cook, has written a book, in
which the art of the kitchen is set forth In rather
novel manner. The two heroines go among the
poor and impart the receipts of the great chef Do
genes says that We beg readers not skip this
extract, because its lengthy:
Although this book onght to be In every gentle
mans kitchen, still wedo not think that M. .Soyer
has made the most of hts subject. Could he mot in
his second edition give w few scenes something
like the following :.
dppk Fritters was alovsly night. The warm
breezes hoated by, laden with the perfume of
.fowers-sweet incense, rising up from Natures
kitcheni The moon shone brightly a birds eye,
covering The earth with it's chaste rays until the
landscape seemed silvered and pure as wedding
cake
Let us walk In the garden said chers Hor.
tense, ciaspiog dear Eioise to her heaving bo-
Ia few seconds the two noble and enthusiastic
girls were meath the orchard trees.
DO you perceive those apples remarked Hor-
tense scarcely able to repress her emotion.
Why this grief sighed the gentle Eloise. Then
turning her large pale grey eyes In the direction of
the fruit, she added, in disappointed TONE They
are baking apple if mistake note'
They are! they are = cried chere Hortense,
bursting into an agony of tears.
Poor girl they reminded her of her home.
Some moments elapsed before chere Hortense
could resume her wanted camness. At length
with an effort she said, Forgive me, dear Eloise-
y, ApOIe.
/ always think OF him.
You must, indeed, have loved sighed EIoise.
Loved aye child, madly r continued Hortense.
The day we parted, remember we had apple frit.
ters for dinner. He himself prepared the dainty
for me- As he peeled and sliced crossways, a quar-
ter of an inch thick the rosy fruit before him, he
bresthed in my ear the first ayowal of the love he
felt for me. He then placed in basin about two
ounces Of flower, little salt, two teaspoonfuls Of
oil, aud the yolk Of an egg. moistened BY degrees
with water, and all the time he kept stirring up the
compound with spoon. thought should have
tainted, for my heart was breaking"
Dear Hortense:' exclaimed Eioise. All. how
you must have suffered
1t 10 past now sighed the brave girl. Then, re.
Stunning her story, she said, when the whole form.
ed q smooth consistency to the thickness of cream
he beat the white Of an egg till firm, mixing it with
the batter. could endure my agony no longer
'Alexis' l cried, beware how you triHe with
mev
Proceedl you interest me greatly remarked
Eloise. What was his answerp
Hortense with an effort continued when the
mixture was hot he put the apples in one at time
turning them over with a slice az they were doing
Suddenly he turned towards me, his face glowing
with passion
Nay, say not sol interrupted the kind Eloise ;
perhaps the heat OF the fire, aud not passion, had
tinged hfs cheeks
Heaven grant your words prove true = sobbed
the loving girl shall never forget the expression
OF his eyes. 'Hortense,' he whispered, the spple
tritters are now cooked. Let u.s. perhaps, for the
last time, eat together
For few seconds Hortense was speechless from
grief Rising from the NOISY bank, she gasped out,
'Elose, AZ you love me, let US hurry home shall
die II ! remain here -
And the frittersy inquired the gentle Eleise.
They were excellent continued Hertense In
calmer toner. That evening he presented me
with the receipt for making them, together with
lock ofhis hair which. however, formed no part of
the receipt Two hours Afterwards he was ON his
road to London and the reform Club. But to this
day, even the sight OF an apple makes me tremble
Alas such Il the love of poor, fond woman
That night Eliose slept little She was thinking
over the story of the "Apple Fritters."