The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1875-11-26
Letter from CuIIeOka.
Mr., Editor,

The signs of the times are hopeful foI
housekeepers. The sky has never been fill
ed with more suspicious signs, since that
boosted to plOdding Joan, "My work is
done" The men are waking up to the i'm
portance of improvement in the domestic
department. Teachers are lecturing on the
subject, and editors are furnishing household
recipes. The thankful women listen and
look and fortify themselves with Esop's re-
peated injunction, "PhiS FABLE teaches"
Mean time, the romance of life goes on, for
men will WOO and women will marry, as in
that Golden Age when every tree furnished
a feast. 1 wish you had given us the Ideal
hOuSekeeper as Sketched by Rev. Mr.. Stod-
cert, in his lecture, that managing model
who keeps the machinery moving "as it
should" l wish the good woman could
have seen him this morning vending his
solitary way to the depot with his pocket
handkerchief full of eggs. He assured me
that he had consumed all around LynnVllle
and had come to Culleoka for a supply. At
that rate, we shall not be able to give him
an GRAFTON when he comes to deliver that
promised lecture. The leading thought in
his sermon yesterday was the necessity for
persistent effort in the Christian Course. 1t
was attended with good results, for immedi-
ate steps were taken toward securing means
When say editors are furnishing house
hold recipes don't understand me as object
ing. Far from it, they supply a long felt
need of new cook book. My old map is
nearly covered with recipes cut from The
Herald. Even my experience in making the
Poor Parsons Pudding has not embittered
me against ready relief of that sort How
ever, know from the solemn style in which
that settled itself in the pan, that it was in
tended for some orthodox believer in the
perseverance of the saints. 1t required
more fieXibility of fingers and more pulling
motion than l was mistress OF. 1t was not
dainty dish fit to set before the king, and
| only allude to it that no other unfortunate
may be caught by alliterative beauty and the
seeming regard which the name has for the
never plethoric parsonic purse.
The editor of a popular paper once gave
asm pronounced it perfect 1t so CHANGED
that in few days, he dined with lady
friend, who had implicit confidence in all
his utterances. AS a special compliment,
pudding was made for the occasion, from
the recipe correctly copied from his own
columns. The bill of fare was tempting and
epicure ever caused more uire destruction
among the dishes. Finally, dessert was
plight That pudding resisted every effort
and IeSOluteIy refused to surrender. In
vain did he essay with keen Damascus
blade; the plate armor was impenetrable.
The defiant dish was tough, tougher than
the peach pOy which the Yankee bought
from the Johnny Reb: he declared, ''bub,
could stretch 1t across street." After awhile,
it yielded lit e, and minute morsel was
deftly deposited in that convenient channel,
the mouth. But alas! the dental organs
were not equal to the emergency, and that
good old tooth which had 50 long done duty
at roll call dropped out of line. This was
worse DiIem ma than any of the Indian cam
paign, and in tone OF evaporation, the en-
earth did you get the recipe for that abom-
Unable head dish ?" From the -" was the
quiet reply. Now, Mr.. Editor will not con-
Guide nv speech like Patrick Henry "May
profit by their example,"
Many thanks for the last Review. It is a
rich number. The article on Religious Art
is choice reading. 1t is refreshing to find
writer not imbued with that sickly senti-
ment which mistakes a solemn i'm preston
produced by aesthetic culture for true de-
10 HINTS GREAT
tire. The Shadow of Death-the mother is
represented as pictorially the junior of her
Hunt, for in nearly every picture Mary is
painted with the dew of youth upon her
brow. An old woman, poor and a widow, is
foreign to poetic conception. The article on
Alfred Tennvson and his poetry is one of the
best have read. Queen Mary comes in for
a due share of notice. 1t seems to me, If this
drama be not first class, it is because the
characters are so perfectly portrayed. None
of the actors possessed the elements of true
greatness, except Cranmer, and upon him
rested the shadow of a great sin. While
writing upon Tennyson and his themes, l
wish to request you, or some member OF the
Literary Club, to write out the legend of the
Lady of Shalot. Has it an underlying par
abOlic sense? What of the mystic mirror,
the weird weaver and the curse that came
upon her?
We hear but little nO,o of Southern song
steTs. Through the courtesy of Prof Jno. M.
Webb have had the pleasure of perusing
the poems of Henry TimrOd with sketch OF
sad life, but full of noble endeavor. The
war songs have much of the martial spirit OF
the Olden odes. The one called Carolina,
might quicken the pulse-beats even in a
towards veins. Take this,
81 hear murmur as of waves
That grOpe their way through sunless caves,
The bodies struggling in their graves,
Carolina!
And now it deepens; slow and grand
1t swellS, as, rolling to the land,
Carolina!
Shout! let it reach the startled Huns!
And roar with all thy festal guns!
1t is the answer of the sons,
Had he written nothing else the following
verse should embalm him i'll the memory
of all who truly love the martyrs of a fallen
cause:
''In seeds of laurel in the earth,
The blossom of your fame is blown,
And some where, waiting for its birth,
The shaft is in the stone,2
In this connection, would say, am glad
our surviving heroes are rising into recOgni-
ton. love GAINESVILLE more than ever foI
the greeting she gave Hon. Jefferson DAVIS
after the protest against him in - Inc
young men of Culleoka Institute have invi.
| ted him to deliver the annual address before
| their society. In conclusion, wish could
write poetry that might portray the beau
| tifuI bridal scene at the residence of your
| townsman, Mr.. NJ. Ruttle on last Wednes
| which will live in the memory, when youth
| has faded and the sun has set his face toward
| the western slope. Like that soft June nigh
| of which Mrs. Seavy so sweetly sang, 1t can
| not be forgotten, and an attempt at descrip
| ton would be but a breath on the magica
mirror, which makes all the past the pres
| ent seem. May the happy pair find fresf
| flowers to replace each one that's crushed by
| Time, and may all the ebbings of his glass
| ''To them be diamond sparks
| That dazzle as they pass"
and when the joyous day is dead and thu
long night has come
May they, with lamp and light, await,
dust beside the golden gate,
/ The glad, eXultant shout
The Bridegroom cometh, tgo We out"
MRS, SUE T, MOONEY.