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Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
Hints for the Housewife.

Bread.-Bread again? Yes, bread
again-for can a subject of such vital
interest be discussed too often? No
mistress of a house, nay, no woman in
whatever sphere, ought to feel herself
thoroughly educated for the conduct of
life who can notat least superintend the
process of bread-making in such style as
to produce the resultant of fair and
fiaky loaf with which to grace the family
board. With the following recipes, pre-
viously tried by her own hands, house
keeper has, in the course of one year,
successfully taught five raw, untutoted
servants how to make beautiful breed.
One of the cooks thus taught is at pres
ent the pride and treasure of a large
boarding establishment.
Yeast.-Take large handful of home
gathered hops, or two-inch square OF
the pressed article of commerce. and
boil it to a strong tea. At the same
time put into another kettled eight large
peeled Irish potatoes, or enough small
ones to make one quart when done
boil these rapidly, and when sufficiently
tender, mash up fine, of course taking
them out of the water in which they
were boiled; to the potatoes add half
pint of sifted meal, half pint of flour
one gill of sugar, and one gill of salt
Over these ingredients pour the hoptea
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
The Value of Forest Trees.

There is folly in this haste to be rich.
A keen axe, in a stout woodman's hand,
will destroy in an hour what it has taken
a century to produce, and what a CEN
tury cannot replace. A few cords of
wood represent snug sum, but what
are the dollars in comparison to a per-
petual fountain? A few acres added to
farm are dearly purchased by cursing
the land for generations with drought
and barrenness. 1t is gratifying to find
that the good common sense of our peo-
pie has led them, to some extent, to see
the evil that is done, and to repair the
injury. In Ohio, in one or two of the
New England States, and especially in
the young, vigorous States of the North
west, large plantations are beginning to
grow up, which, there is reason to hope,
will soon add to our supply of wood, and
prevent the distressing droughts of our
summers.
The history of the Isthmus of Suez
has taught us, recently, a striking lesson
in this respect. A few years ago the
whole region through which NJ. de Les
seps' famous canal now passes hundreds
of richly laden vessels, was a sterile
desert-the rainfalls amounting often to
less than an inch during the year.
| There were no trees to be seen far or
near. When the energetic Frenchman
began his gigantic enterprise, he at once
directed thousands of trees to be planted
in proper localities; they grew up,
thanks to careful irrigation, and now the
astonished eye of the traveller beholds
blooming prairies and stately forests,
where once all was waste and wild desert.
But still greater change has come over
the climate rain falls now frequently
and abundantly, the soil produces rich
ly; and if that man is to be counted a
| benefactor who can make blade OF
grass to grow where none could be raised
before, true glory belongs to him who
has thus created, as it were, fertile
land, capable of maintaining thousands
of industrious and happy citizens
From the " Wonders Of Water" in Charles
1Scribner d Co.'s Illustrated Library o
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
WHOLE NUMBER 255.

return the whole mixture to the kettle,
and let it come to a good boil. Pour
the yeast now into large tin bucket or
earthenware jar, provided with a close
fit ing cover. If wanted quickly, pour
in cupful of old yeast, and set it in
warm place to ferment. If no such
haste is needful, fermentation will follow
of itself in longer or shorter time, as
the state of the temperature must de-
eide. When well risen, pour the yeast
into carefully cleansed bottles, which
only half fill, and cork tightly. This
yeast will keep sweet and good two
weeks in summer, and as long as it
lasts in winter.
Light Bread, or Risen Biscuit.-For an
eight o'clock breakfast make a sponge
thus: The day before, at eleven o'clock
a. m. in winter, or at three p. m. in
summer two large Irish potatoes, boiled
and mashed fine, Lwo tablespoonfuls of
-four, and two tablespoonfuls of fine
brown or coarse white sugar !; mix
smoothly with one pint of boiling water.
When cold, add five tablespoonfuls, or
one gill, of good yeast. Make up your
bread with this sponge, in winter, at
four o'clock in the afternoon, with two
and half quarts of -four, two eggs, well
beaten, and one spoonful of lard and
butter mixed. If simple bread is pre-
ferred, the eggs, butter, and lard may
be omitted. Put the bread to rise in a
moderately warm place, in a vessel
covered, but large enough to admit of
swelling. In the morning work well at
halfpast five o'clock, set it to rise for
for one hour, and then bake one hour
in regularly heated oven.
M,s6fns.-The incest mullins are made
in this simple fashion: Early in the
morning take off piece of light bread
| dough, say what has been made from
one quart of -four, for a family of eight
persons. Thin this to the consistency
of batter by the addition of sweet milk.
After beating it till smooth, let it rise
| all together for an hour then on deli
cately creased griddle drop the batter
from a spoon, and so soon as lightly
Drowned on one side, turn on the other.
To be served up hot, and torn open
instead of cut with knife.
Chaney's Thin Biscuits, or Notions. Take
one pint of -four and make into dough,
as soft as can be rolled, with sweet milk,
a salt-spoonful of salt, two ounces of
butter, and two ounces of lard. Roll
out with the bread-pin into round cakes
nine inches in diameter, and of wafer
like thickness. Stick well with fork.
In baking, do not allow them to brown,
but remove from the oven while they
retain their whiteness, yet are crisp, and
will melt in the mouth.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
Dolls, Wedding Party.

There was a doll bride and doll
bridegroom, and dozen or fifteen little
girls in the neighborhood were invited
to bring their dolls to the wedding. So
they came along, some of the dolls be-
ing brought in the girls arms, and
some, more stylish. coming in carriage
without any horses. Though the weather
was cold, the carriage had no blankets
or fur robes to cover the dolls, which
was certainly great oversight on the
part of somebody. However, they all
reached the place in safety, and we be-
lieve none of the dolls took cold.
The bride was a tall, styGsh-looking
doll, made of wax. Her dress was of
white Swiss muslin. She had a satin
sash, long veil, and wreath of flow
ers on her head, and held lace hand
kerchief in her hand. AS she was not
able to stand alone, there was a stick
behind her which held her up, and her
feet were fastened to thin, fiat piece
of wood. With these helps, she man.
aged to stand up pretty we'll, though
some thought she looked little stiff.
Perhaps she was proud of being bride.
The bridegroom had once been rather
nice-Iooking young man, but his face
showed signs of bad usage. In fact, he
looked little dissipated, which is bad
thing for any young man, especially for
bridegroom. He couldn't stand up
straight, and part of the time was ac-
tuaIly living on the floor in one corner
Of the room. He had on a black velvet
Jacket and trowsers, with gilt buttons.
He also had little shirt, and pair of
shoes; but as one of his feet came off
before the party ended, he only needed
one shoe. The bride didn't seem to
care much for him, nor did he appear
to care much for himself. That's the
way it is sometimes.
The invited guests-that is, the dolls
who came to the party-were variously
| dressed. One had on blue silk dress,
| with white lace overskirt, looped up
with rosebuds. She had a watch and
chain, a bracelet, necklace, and car
ried a lace handkerchief The dress OF
another was trimmed with white lace
and blue velvet. Another had on red
| merino dress, and a white apron. Still
another had white Swiss dress, trim
med with red silk. She had string of
| beads around her neck. One baby doll
had white long-clothes, and a red sack,
with a veil and wreath. There was one
unfortunate doll in the party that had
at some time met with one of those ac-
cidents which will occasionally happen
| to dolls She was a sister to the bride,
and had once been very beautiful; but,
sad to say, her face one day got smashed,
SO that eyes and nose and mouth all
went to pieces, leaving only the back of
the head. Now, such an accident, hap
pening to child, would have killed it
dead right on the spot; but it didn't
kill the doll deadl The doll doctor
made a new face for it out of bit OF
white muslin, and made new eyes, nose
and mouth with black ink, and the doll
never knew the difference
The little girls had fine time play
ing with their dolls and with each other.
They had a nice supper, and all went
home happy. None of the dolls got
sick from eating too much. How it was
with the children, we don't know.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
VOL. VINO. "a
My Hickory Fire.
BY HELEN HUNT

BY
Obi helpless body of hickory tree,
What do burn, in burning thee?
Summers of sun, Winters of snow.
Springs full of sap's resistless flow:
All past years joys of garnered fruits;
All this years purposed buds and shoots;
Secrets of fields of upper air,
Secrets which stars and planets share;
Light of such smiles as broad skies fling;
Voices which told where gay birds dwelt;
Voices which told where lovers knelt;-
oh, strong white body of hickory tree,
How dare burn all these, in thee.
But too bring, as to a pyre.
Sweet things to feed thy funeral fire,
Memories walked by thy deep spell;
Faces of fears and hopes which fell;
Faces of darlings long since d lead :
Smiles that they smiled. and words they said
Like living shapes they come and CO.
Lit by the mounting flames red glow,
But sacredest of all, o, tree.
Thou hast the hour my love gave me.
Only thy rythmic silence stirred
While his low-whispered tones heard
By thy last CLEAN of Pickering light.
saw his cheek turn red from white;
o cold gray ashes, side by side.
With yours, that hours sweet pulses died
But thou. brave tree, how do know
That through these fires thou dost not go
As in old days the martyrs went
Through fire which was a sacrament?
How do do know thou dost not wait
In longing for thy next estate p
Estate of higher. nobler place,
Whose shapes no man can use or trace.
How do know, if could reach
The secret meaning of thy speech.
But thy song of praise should hear.
Ringing trium phant, loud and clear
The waiting angels could discern.
And token of thy Heaven learn?
oh, glad, freed soul of hickory tree,
Wherever thine eternity,
Bear thou with tn ee that hours dear name,
Made pure, like thee, by rites of hamel
-Scribner's, for March.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
Newspaper Courtes1es in Texas.

The Golden Rule was long since read
out of politics, but seems to be nowhere
so thoroughly ignored as in Texas. A
week or so ago, a Democratic paper in
that State had its Office completely de-
st1oyed by fire. The editor of its Re-
publican rival is evidently a new conner.
Not understanding the approved Texan
method of conducting political combats,
he offered the burned out journalists
the free use of his presses, type, etc.
The offer was accepted, and there was
no interruption in the publication of
either periodical. The man of generos-
ity soon realized vividly that virtue is
its own land only reward. From the
whole Republican press of the State
there arose howl of reproach for his
violation of the great Texan maxim,
Never to give aid and comfort to fallen
foe. He was denounced as a traitor,
and was threatened with being read out
of the party; but he maintains his po.
sition manfully, and shows no sign Of
backing down before the illjudged zeal
of his accusers.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
The Dot Game.

Each player must be provided with
pencil and paper. Let one of the party
read aloud, distinctly, and not very fast,
and, as he or she reads, let the rest
each make dot for every word read.
"Easy enough to do that"-is it? Try.
Probably at the first trial not one of ten
bows or girls will succeed in following a
moderate reader accurately, even for a
single page. When the page is read,
count the words, and then let each
player count his dots, and see who has
been accurately up to "time."
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
FOR THE BOYS AND GIRLS.
The Terrible Ball.

The Terrible Ball.
Give me your ear, good children ALL
I'm going to set up terrible ball &
From only the least little speckle of snow.
And. to make the lesson pointed and plain.
I'll just remark that life. in the main.
Is, etcet'ra-you know and hope you'll be sOOd
In future to show how you've understood.
Three lovely, little artless boys,
All of them being mothers joys:
To make SNOWFALL. as big as the earth;
The ea5 bigeEed @Eed nS & see on the hill
Was in session, under the cross Miss Sto9kcy;
Hockey from stookey, they worked With will.
They rolled and relied till no longer small.
Then, Ike pumpkin fair and round.
They kept it rolling on the ground
Bigger bigger, bigger. biggerI
The boys could hardly push it along.
1t grew mighty stout and strong.
Now, this mammoth ball that began as [ R pill
This hill was SIS so wonderful steep and high.
That even the coasters would pass it by;
It sloped right down at fearful grade.
To the meadow where stood a cottage red
Where these little children were born and bred.
Halo !" they cried. let's have some fun.
pig @efe s the ef ohdren three
Thus giving vent to their youthful glee.
That they'd made so big on top OF the hill.
With an air that said, % Now, 1 think I've got
Resolved to roll all the way to the bottom.
The ball was swift. the ball was big,
Alas for Stookey's innocent pig
Alas for lovers who walked that way,
They ne'er in their lives forgot the dayl
Alas for the learned Professor Gath
Who happened to stroll in the snowballs path
And alas, alas, for those children three.
Who shouted and cheered in tn pretty glee
Rolling, growing; demolishipg all.
On and on went the terrible ball
It left the cattle down on their knees,
1t crushed the fences and bent the trees;
Even the hay-stacks went ker-fop.
1t wouldn't turn and it wouldn't stop,
But still rolled on with steady motion,
Making bee-line for the oceanI
With laugh and shout and merry hCet,
Those children followed in glad pursuit.
Hooray hoorayP' they cried again,
And gave the chase with might and main
They gave the chase with main and might,
But the ter rible ball rolled out of sight.
And now comes the saddest part of all.
1OhI that cruel wicked, terrible baIlD
When at last the three little artless boys,
Tired of running and making noise.
Resolved to go home to their little bed,
Where oh where was that cottage red
Where, oh! where7 Ask the terrible ball
Never a home had those children small
Gone clean gone with picket and paling-
And all their joy was turned to wailingl
MORAL.
Hence it is, and so see
Thus and so, it seems to me,
As I'm sure you'll all agree.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
Russian Peasant Huts.

Nothing drearier can be imagined
than these log huts, with roof of
boards and often but a single window
which seem dropped without the least
order upon the bare plain. Though
sometimes miles from any town, they
had often no apparent shop O any kind,
nor street, nor winding path, nor tree,
nor shrub, nor window flower to relieve
the hard monotony. The poorest High
land shieling has its gorse and heather
and its mountain setting; for the Irish
cot there is the little garden and the
encirclng green; over the mud hut OF
the Egyptian the palna waves its plumes;
but neither nature or art cheers these
mean abodes which subserve only the
rudest necessities of existence. Enter
them, and you see but few clumsy ar
ticles of furniture of the PEASANTS own
manufacture, with nothing to raise the
thoughts above groveling cares but the
little picture of the Madonna, or some
patron saint, hung high in the farthest
corner of the room, before which lamp
is suspended, and kept, if possible, al
ways burning, and to which all the
events of the humble household are
made known. Yet as the prison cap,
tive finds world of delight in the un.
folding of the tiny flower or the weav
ing of a spiders web, so, doubtless
| even here the loving human heart sees
much to make life sweet and desirable
"A Russian Journey, By Edna Dean Proc
tor.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
An EnOch Arden who Stayed.
From the Wilmington On. c. Journal

We learn that a gentleman from
Brunswick county, who some years ago
emigrated to the far West, has lately
returned here. to find that his wife, be-
lieving him dead, had married another
man, by whom she has had one child.
The first husband, who, by the way,
was as poor as church mouse when he
left here, but is now worth some
100000, has succeeded in regaining the
person and the affections of his legiti-
mate wife.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14

IT is a singular fact that at a colored
masquerade in Paterson, N. j., the other
night, there was but one black mask in
the ballroom. All the other masks
were white.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14
"W11FR1p CuMBERnEpE.n is the title

"W1LFRID CUMBERMEDE," is the title
of a very interesting book of nearly five
hundred pages, by George Macdonald,
and just issued from the we'll known
publishing house of Charles Scribner
& Co., of New York. The press of the
country speak very highly of the work,
and it certainly is a valuable accession
to any first class library.
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14

ONE horse drew thirty-seven members
OF the Salem Society for the Prevention
of Cruelty to Animals to meeting of
the society one muddy evening last
week
Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-03-14

The snow is 2S feet deep at Banner
City, Idaho.
The Portland daily press., 1872-09-23
For Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Portland, April 1e. 1872. II ~
The Portland daily press., 1872-09-23
POETRY.
The First Parting.

BY MARIAN DOUGLAS.
s'Yes! 1 am off tomorrow morn!
Next week l sail for Indy!
And you will be glad when l am gone
Say, shan't you be, Lucindy?"
A Summer flower, herself the maid
Stood mid the sweet syringas, II,
A June pink in her hairs smooth piai"'
A rosebud in her fingers.
plucked from the tall bush in the yard,
Whose white flowers waved ABOVE her'
And parting never seemed 50 haru
As just then, to her lover.
Her lip began to grieve; the red
Upon her cheek grew paler
at seems a strange choice, Tom," she said,
"For you to be a sailor;
"And when the wild, black clouds see.
And when the nights are windy,
d" "Bless your soull you'll pray for me;
know you will, Lucindyr'
The rosebud from her hand he took
"Ths flower" he said, ''I'll save it.,
And keep 1t pressed within book,
Remembering who gave it.
81 never cared, as women do,
For garden beds and posies,
But somehow-why, never knew
always loved white roses.
"They seem just made for weddin's; when
come again from Indy
My bride, you'll wear white roses then;
Come, Won't you?-say Lucindy?
sudden flame upon her cheek,
Her eyes the quick tears fling
The answer gave she would not speak,
Lest she might seem too willing.
For, "rom," she asked, chow can it be?
Here all my life you've known me;
No word Of love you've said to me-
No sign you'v ever shown me-"
And he said, ''True, but though hain't,
My love, I've wished you knew it,
And tried to speak and felt too faint
At heart to dare to do It,
"But when my mind was fixed to go
A sailor, out to Indy,
1 said, I'll have Yes or No
o say it's Yes, Lucndyl"
eyes, Tom, it's yes!' she whispered; "when
learned that you were going,
found you had my heart; till then
Twas yours without my knowingp'
Soft on her cheek fell, wet with dew,
A rose-leaf from above her;
A warmer touch her red lip knew
The first kiss of her lover!
Though stilled the song and hushed the laugh,
And hot the tears are starting,
What joy, that life can give, is half
So sweet as loves first parting?
Atomic for October.
The Portland daily press., 1872-09-23

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