The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-04-05

A quaint offer of marriage, says. the
New York Times, written more than 100
| years ago, is carefully preserved in the
| family of the young wooer's descend
ants. 1t was addressed not to the young
and decorously, to her parents The
| father of the "Betsey'' referred to had
ten daughters, and as he was a clergy
| man for fifty years in a small New Eng
land town, it may be surmised that his
| affirmative answer to spare his seventh
| was as quickly asserting as Ii final.
The wooer was also clergyman, and he
and his Betsey passed their entire mar
| ried lives in the same pastorate, Minis
| tiers of those days living and dying with
| their hocks. Here is the lovers plea:
Both reverend sir and worthy madam,
Sort wedloeks bands first was talked in
When happy man in Eden dwelt alone.
The smiling God, a spouse did form of
That friendship might their joyous souls
inspire
And knit their hearts in seraphic fire.
With wedlock chain / wish myself to
If from your lips the answer should prove
kind;
Betsey, your seventh. wish you to i'm
That we may join our hands as well as
| hearts,
And live in love and share each others
While fieeting time whirls on with rolling
years
Till grizzly death dissolves the silken
chain
That we may rise and mingle souls again.
New York women are wearing black
tulle nightgowns. The material is black
tulle and is so made up as to show the
soft, graceful folds that are possible only
to such a delicate and piaphanous fabric.
A deep rolling collar which forms a Y
at the. neck is edged by frill of rich
black lace, and is already recognized by
clever women as a most becoming ar
rangement for a plump white throat.
Folds of tulle sweep across the front
of the gown, while the material is brought
up at the left side beneath the collar and
caught by wide bow of am-white
gauze ribbon From this the tulle falls
straight to the bottom in folds that cling
| closely to the figure, the bottom itself
| being untrimmed.
The sleeves are put in very full, but
fall only to the elbow, where they are
caught in and Joined to a deep fall of
lace The last touch of color is supplied
by the monogram of the wearer, elabo-
rately wrought in cream-colored silk, at
the left of the front.
This particular ornament is considered
altogether Indispensable by the devotees
to this latest specimen of the most choice
and exclusive lingerie. Extraordinary
and unusual as they may seem, black
nightgowns promise soon to become the
reigning fad among fashionable danes.
1t is unnecessary to rehearse the excel
| lence of apple dumplings, either baked
| or DOlleu. ANY expert pastry MAKER says
the New York Tribune can easily make
a baked dumping by inclosng medium
sized tart apple, peeled and cored, in
square of good piecrust. A process that
is often omitted, but is absolutely neces-
sary, is the basting of these dumplings
in order to cook the apple through and
keep the crust from becoming too dry
and hard 1t will do this If 1t is not bast-
ed with syrup. Let the dumplings bake
thirty 1 or forty minutes minutes or tn nearly
and pint of water, favored, If you WISH
with half cup of claret or the juice of
a lemon. Pour thus syrup in the bottom
of the baking pan, lifting the dumplings
on a rack above 1t, and haste them for
ten minutes. Take them up and pour the
They may be served with a. hard sauce
of two tablespoonfuls of butter and eight
of sugar, favored with nutmeg. The pie
crust over the dumplings should be thor
oughly done before beginning to haste
them.
mo wonder we poor girls are puzzled
about what we ought to do when we make
our entrance into society, considering how
we are crammed with contradictory adj
vice" complains a coming debutante says
the New York Tribune. i hope, Effie
mamma said to me the other day, that
when you come out next winter you will
have the sense not to assume the tiresome
insincerity that is in vogue nowadaysi 1t
seems to be thing now for women to fiat
ter each other ad nauseam, and the worst
of it is that in order to appear at all
cordial one has to follow suit to a GER
tain extent. When Mrs. Sweet called me
dearest and ''love"at every sentence this
morning, it seemed only civil on my part
to drop in an occasional dear" She paid
me so many compliments that felt bound
OF reciprocate, so that our conversation
sounded like the court language of the
Chinese, who, am told, ask after your
lovely, glorious health and you are sup
posed to answer, MY poor, ugly body is
shines like the morning" Modern CONVEX
sation is really quite as absurd. Mrs.
Sweet and J. for instance do not care in
the least for each other. In fact we are
rather a ntagonistic; and yet, to hear her
talk to me, you would fancy l was her
1 to see how much fiattery she can crowd
into the space of five minutes, and people
always see through it, Depend upon it.,
my. dear, sincerity is altogether the best
q 'Efiie,' began mamma. day or two
later. I do trust that when you go about
have too much of it. Don't be afraid of
saying nice things to people; it makes
them feel pleased with themselves, and
consequently with you. There's Mary
Blunt She is really kind soul, and I
! respect her immensely, but she acts on
went with me yesterday to the graduating
exercises at Miss HIS school. / knew
that she was interested in education and
children, and wanted her to hear Flea
nor Mary always thinks that true friend
ship calls for absolute plain-speaking. and
she began to criticize the child in her
slow, conscientious manner. II think
her voice is decidedly less nasal than it
used TO be- she said, intending to be com
plimentary; and when / asked If she
thought he child pretty, why, yes" she
answered hesitatingly, but, Of course
at that age you cannot really tell What
a pity il is she did not inherit your nose
instead Of her father'sr' And afterward
when / told her / intended to take 10 BIZ
cycling she exclaimed, Good gracfoust
What will happen next2"
" But mamma, l protested. If I say
nice things 70 everybody. as you tell me,
shall / not be like Mrs. SweetY
" oh, i forgot all about that laughed
my inconsistent parent; but, whatever
you do don't be Ike Mary Blunt"