The Somerset reporter., 1890-12-04
FARM, GARDEN AND
HOUSEHOLD.
Queen victotias Dairy and Poultry
Yard.

The dairy Is of stone, erected. ~ the
Inscription on the frieze tells Us, In the
twenty first year of victoria's reign. II
Is attached to the dwelling house of the
iiAiry-woma1, or rather the dwelling.
mouse Is attached to II. The day Was OPP
pressively waIT, and the transition from
the outer air into its cool dim precincts
was most grateful.
The room is ihirty-seven feet long by
twenty-three wide. 1t is lined through
outdoor. wslls, and high roof-witl
tiles In cool tones; bass relief 10 some OF
these tiles represent the seasons and kin.
bred subjects. Medallion busts of TIT
royal family are inserted In the walls
The dairy was built before the marriage
Of the Prince Of Wales, and Of those who
have married into the royal family the
only medallion Is that Of the late Emperor
Frederick. On small brackets at one end
stands marble busts Of Victoria and Al.
bert. BY way Of added decoration, bits
Of precious old china are ranged on
shelves In shallow recesses. Under the
tables the floor Is sunk few inches, and
this cavity Is kept filed with water. while
pretty fountain In the centre of the
room is constantly playing. The RECEIPT
acles for milk are of white china trimmed
with gilt, and the cream, to the eye, was
delectable.
The butter, of which numerous pats lay
upon the cool marble, was truly golden,
though not more so than l have seen In
New England Kitchens. The dairy
women, who was Scotch, said 1t was the
buttercups which the cows ate that gave
to 1t its golden hue.
do you think so2" said.
"Certainly," was the reply. Butter is
always yellow after buttercups come
And"-triumpba ntly-"that's why they
are called buetercups, because they make
the butter yellowW
In an enclosure hard by the dairy were
feeding Myrrh, Dewdrop, and Totsie, and
the rest of the herd of high bred Jerseys.
Across the way from the dairy stands
the svia-y. a long low pavilion, In the
upper st ry of which the poultry-keeper,
who Is woman, lives. Within its hand
some wtllkept precinct are pencilled and
black Hsmburgs, Dorkings, game fowl
and Plymouth Rocks. Plymouth Rocks
In roy al aviary! Shade Of George Ill
They are excellent layers, the poultry
woman told me. The royal table Is sup
piled with fresh eggs from the sviary
but not the royal kitchen.
One solitary golden pheasant-gorge-
Qua creature had his house and run to
himself, his mate having died. There
we're only two varieties Of doves In the
pretty dove cot, the ring and carrier
dover.
A superb white peacock, who was
preenlng his feathers, and In the opera
ton spreading wide his tall In . complete
circle, was let out that might see him In
all his glory. He at once started of 10
pursuit Of rival. with whom he would
fght to the death II not prevented.
Broods of small white turkeys not
many days from the shell were summing
themselves on the green lawn, secured by
wire MEETINGS from the depredations OF
jackdaw, which, Notwithstanding the fact
that he is a ''great frequenter Of the
church." IL an arrant thief and chicken.
killer. Here, at Windsor, he Is housed
royalty In open spaces of the masonry
near the summit Of the great round tow
or, left for that purpose by the architect.
An artificial lake with . small island,
shaded by weepingwillow, serves as a
swimmiDg-pond for the ducks. The
aviary stands 10 . sunny dell, and never
had fowls q more charming roosting.
place. The woman unlocked q door to
show what she said she did not show to
every one, ''but you have come so far
viz, the rooms fitted up for the Queen
when she drives around to see her poultry
There are two of these room, carpeted
and cOzily furnished. In glass cases
against the walls are stuffed fowl-pheas-
ants, Seabright bantams, . pigeon once
tossed into her carriage rs token Of
goodwill when she was In Ireland. q
curious Japanese pair, and even . fluffy
white duckling-favorites Of gifts.
sat down and fingered here for little
time. In doing SO seemed to come neal
the home life Of the good Queen whose
domestic virtues have 80 endeared her to
her people.-Mrs. Frances A. Humphrey
In Harper'e Bazaar,