The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-11-02

Last summer while resting among the
wild scenery Of Vermont we met some OF
the distant relatives Of the dear old man,
whom we all remember with love and rev.
erence, Horace Greeley. Two elderly Ia
dies, one bright and quick and smart and
ready of cute Yankee speech. The other
well, like Halpine's Quaker,
'Stiif and stately,
sa. ersce sssrShffa ah,f sna Md roned lately
in cnrving palms.
She 1t was who told us in precise language
a great many new things we had never be-
fore learned about Mr. Greeley's early life
and priyatons; his likes and dislikes, his
tenderness of heart, his abstemious habits
and the self denial that he practiced IN
his every day life. The other told us COM
mon things that we were the gladdest to
hear; funny incidents connected with his
boyhood, how lie dressed, how he went to
singing school in Blair's little red school
house, which OF the girls in those long ago
winter evenings accepted OF his compa-
nv" on the homeward walk; about the
plays and songs and bees and quiltings'
and the dear old lady so forgot herself
that her laugh was like q girls, and she
would bring her seft palms together in
honest, enthusiastic emphasis.
We shall always regret that we did not
make a note OF every word they told me-
We did jot down a few things, slyly, es-
pecially how "Aunt Greeley" made brown
bread for the boy during his growing
years, aud how in his manhood, when af-
aicted'with dyspepsia, the careful cook
compounded doughnuts that he could eat
with relish, aud with no unpleasant re-
suits. The cider, that was the usual ac-
commencement, he did have to forego.
The brown bread the kind that made the
bov Horace grow long and lank. and out
of his trousers and roundabout-wa made
after the old, honest, Yankee fashion, and
baked long enough after it was done, prob
ably to insure sweetness, this way: Two
ouarts OF Indian meal, one quart OF rye
flour, one spoonful OF salt, one teaspoonful
Of saleratus and half a teacupful OF molas-
ses; lastly, put in one teacupful OF good
foaming yeast. How good it wasl How
good il did taste in the old Vermont win
ters-those bleak. dreary, cheerless, cruel
winters Of dear old New England.
The recipe for doushnuts VIC 'ottod
down from the old lady's lips; the dough
nuts that the poor dyspeptc liked 80 we'll
The formula for making them he sent to
his. cousin because her husband was simi'
larly afflicted. Had they been strangers
this common disease had made them akin
One mint OF sour cream, three eggs, two
cups OF sugar. pinch of.salt-no butter,
no lard two spoonfuls Horfords baking
powder phosphatic-si sified into one quar-
OF -four; mix soft and quickly and fry in
hot lard. Safe and good and very satisfac-
! tory. Yes, be liked thickened milk, too,
made the way his "mommy' made 1t
Q Eggs rolled in -four and the little lump'
dropped in boiling milk that had not beer
J skinned, generous lump OF good buttel
/, put in il, salt sufficient. and when barely
: cooked poured into deep tureens.
9 Blu. there wss another phase OF "Cous
in Hod's" character into which we had {
d peep. An old yellow valentine wrappe'
l. in yellow. white lace in the till OF Salome'
J, "cbist" was brought to view. The edge
d Of the paper were cut out like pretty EN-
At broidery. and doves with bills touehinI
7, bills stood like sober walters all aroun'
y the center OF the precious old relic. B
following the lines round and round, pick
ie ing ont word at time we imade on
'e from the ragged chifography these lines
m love thee not for RIGHTEOUSNESS,
Of Though few are half 50 fair,
,oi Bu, for an earnest heart and mind