FRIED MUSH.-Have water boiling hot, sift in meal, and let boil. Add to each three cups of meal one teacup of flour and a teaspoon of salt. Let pudding, or mush boil, when well cooked, pour into a dish to mould. In the morning turn out upon a plate, cut into slices and fry in pork fat until brown. Serve with honey or syrup.

TO MAKE NICE APPLE SAUCE.-Peel, core and quarter apples. Add for one quart of sour apples, one teacup sugar dissolved in one teacup hot water. Stew slowly until tender, but not broken up. If apples are very dry a little more water may be added, but avoid the too common mistake of drowning a few pieces of apples in a sea of water.

STEAMED EGGS.-In a bright basin or new deep tin pie plate, sift a layer of bread crumbs, some bits of butter, a little pepper and salt. Break eggs carefully in, lay bits of butter over them, sprinkle with pepper and cover with new milk. Place in the steamer over a kettle of boiling water and steam carefully until set, but not too hard.

SALT PORK.-Salt pork may be cooked in a variety of ways. Freshened in sour milk and water twenty-four hours then rolled in corn meal and fried brown, or freshened and rolled in flour before frying, it is by no means an unpalatable dish. Fried pork with batter is a very good way of preparing salt pork. Freshen pork twenty-four hours, fry until half cooked, be sure and have it quite brown. Dip each slice of pork into a batter made of one teacup sweet milk, two well-beaten eggs, flour to make of the thickness of griddle cakes, then fry until batter is brown.

The bill of fare we give below is easily prepared on a farm: Corned Beef Ragout.

Soused Mackerel. Boiled Potatoes.

Bread.

Butter. Coffee.

Rice Fritters. Fruit.

There is a great aversion to any kind of hash, and it is but little wonder for by the ordinary mode of preparing it is an indigestible, unsavory mess.

CORNED BEEF RAGOUT.-Cut cold corned beef in slices. Wash free from salt a piece of butter size of a hen's egg, place in kettle, with two chopped onions, then lay in the slices of corned beef. Let cook a few moments, stirring often. Dredge with flour, and sprinkle in a little pepper; when meat has browned pour in a little water, for a ragout for a family of five, a pint and a half of water will be needed. Let stew half an hour and serve very hot.

SOUSED MACKEREL.—Soak salt mackerel forty-eight hours in water, changing water frequently. Boil fish a few moments only very carefully, that it may not break. Place fish in jar, add a teaspoon of whole mustard, a few cloves, a clove of garlic, or if garlic is not at hand, a few raw onions sliced. Pour hot vinegar over, cover tightly. This will be fit for use in forty-eight hours, but will keep a week in hot weather. Very nice for breakfast.

RICE FRITTERS.-One teacup cold boiled rice, two well beaten eggs, two teacups sweet milk, flour to make a batter stiff as for griddle cakes, one heaping teaspoon baking powder, a little salt. Fry on a hot griddle. Eat with butter and sugar rubbed together, and seasoned with a little nutmeg. A very nice way to use cold rice.

. Another excellent breakfast bill of fare is :

Beefsteak Toast.

Danish Potatoes. Graham Breakfast Cakes. Butter. Fruit.

Coffee.

Bread. BEEFSTEAK TOAST.-Chop cold beefsteak very fine, add a small piece of butter, a little pepper and salt and a little gravy if at hand. If not, add for one pint of chopped meat, one teacup of water, heat meat until hot, then place a spoonful or two upon pieces of toast which have been soaked and well buttered.

DANISH POTATOES.-Cut two or three slices of salt pork in half-inch squares. Fry until a crisp brown. Add one quart cold potato, chopped, not too fine, and two raw chopped onions and a little pepper. Stir well and when thoroughly hot, serve.

GRAHAM BREAKFAST CAKES.-One teacup sugar, one egg, onehalf teacup butter, one teacup sweet milk, one teaspoon cinnamon,

ROASTED CODFISH.-Select a piece of thick, dry salt fish. Do not wash or soak. Place before the fire and toast both sides until a deep brown. Lay fish in a flat dish and pound with a dull knife until well beaten to pieces. Pour boiling water over fish, let it remain five minutes, then pour off. Repeat this process three or four times, then pour off all water from fish, butter and pepper and place in the oven a few minutes. A delightful dish with baked potatoes.

APPLE FRITTERS.-Beat two eggs very light. Add one cup sweet milk, three teacups flour, in which you have mixed three teaspoons baking powder, one teaspoon salt. Mix to a batter, then add two teacups chopped apple. Fry in lard, to a nice brown dropping a spoonful of dough for each cake into the boiling lard. Many appetizing dishes may be prepared from apples beside the inevitable pie.

Our next article will endeavor to present suitable bills of fare for luncheon, that meal which so often is a perplexity to the burdened housekeeper. -Mary Currier Parsons.

CABBAGE AND CORN BREAD. Editor of GOOD HOUSEKEEPING:

I see the following in the Richmond (Va.) Christian Advocate: GOOD HOUSEKEEPING (for the Homes of the World)-Clark W. Bryan & Co., Publishers, Holyoke, Mass., and New York--for November contains many good things for the household, of at least the latitude where it is published, but they or we have many things to learn over before their system of cooking will be in harmony with ours. If there is any one North that knows how to cook cabbage, or bake corn bread, we have never heard of them, and yet their publications are filled with receipts for this very thing.

I have a very strong opinion on the cabbage question myself, and think that the rank malodorous abomination served North, South, and West of our country as "boiled cabbage," is a libel on that delicate and excellent vegetable. But as is well known, we swear by Marion Harland in making our corn bread, and she is, we all thought, a Virginian, and hers one of the principle of the publications alluded to,-can it be that she doesn't know? and that when we partake of our light, crisp Southern corn bread, according to Marion Harland, that we are eating something as alien to the true article as the Richmond Advocate's version of "Boston brown bread" might be to that luxury dear to the Hub?

Joking aside, no doubt readers of GOOD HOUSEKEEPING, and writers, are alike anxious for "more light," eager to learn where we may improve, knowing we never are so wise that we may not learn more, and one, at least, among them, will be thankful for any illumination on the subject of corn bread and cabbage, the Christian Advocate may induce its friends to give us.

NORTHERN "HOUSEKEEPER."

families in general are made up of similar material, the only difference between one and another being such as locality or circumstances naturally produce.

The household of which we write is not a limited one, but comprises eight souls and compasses in its complete catalogue the sacred trinity of men, women and children. In detail, then, in this family circle of eight persons, there are two mothers'-in-law,-those terrible beings, according to the newspaper funny men of the period,―o -one father-in-law, three mothers, two fathers, two grandmothers, one grandfather, three daughters, two sons and three generations, covering ages from three years to sixty and over. And these all Dwell Together in Unity. Some doubting Thomas, upon reading this, may possibly, quite probably, indeed, rise in his place and say a smart thing or two about the lack of spirit and temper, grit, if you will, to be found among the members of such a household. But we can put him down in a trice, by the simple announcement truthfully made, that some of these-pardon the expression, but it fits the case better than any other-are "spunkier than blazes," and yet they Dwell Together in Unity. ask, patient reader, for the formula, mixture or recipe by means of which this desired end is wrought out? Well, here it is. One part and a large one of Well Grounded Family Affection, well assimilated with more or less Thoughtful Consideration and a large supply of well sifted Charity, enough to cover from sight the petty foibles and little weaknesses of humanity. This preparation, when taken after being well shaken together, in a spirit of determination that whatever may come, no strifes or dissensions, no jealousies or bickerings shall cross the threshold inwardly, will keep the atmosphere of the household so peaceful and pure that they who abide there may Dwell Together in Unity.

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One of the most potent ingredients of the mixture in the case of which we write is the one that holds in daily keeping and conduct the "Olive branches round about the table" of the household. Welcome messengers of peace and good-will to all who abide under the roof-tree. Golden links, binding generation to generation and creating a bow of promise that seemingly spans the heavens of family existence-weaving golden threads into the woof of individual household life.

One of the pleasantest and most highly prized privileges of the head of this household is to be able to say, what few others can say truthfully, in such minute detail and circumstance, that for a long series of years he never returned to his home without finding the family hand of welcome extended at the railway station or some other outpost, and that the crossing of the home threshold was and is, the signal for the appearance of smiling faces, glad voices and pleasant greetings.

And the family adieus are cut off from the same pattern, into which are woven the colors of regard and affection, fadeless and ineffaceable. Blessings float out on wavings from balconies or windows of the home whenever the railway train bears one away from the household realm. And how these wafted blessings rest like balm on the wounds and bruises which come here and there, during the days of absence, in the fierce struggles of business life. How they nerve and strengthen the flagging spirits and help to stay uplifted hands until the going down of the sun of daily exertion. Blessings, how restful in hours of weariness and exhaustion and how comforting in moments of discouragement and perplexity.

It was through the medium of intimate relation with such a home that GOOD HOUSEKEEPING had its origin. It is from such continued intimacy that it has its inspiration of conduct and continuance. And from such a source comes the bit of leaven leavening

the whole lump which finds illustration in the conduct of these pages, and binds the larger family circle that gathers semi-monthly around the table of GooD HOUSEKEEPING, to discuss its freshly laid bills of fare, so pleasantly and strongly together. Ours, then, we make bold to say, is a mission second to none other in import and promise-that which, in its completion and fulfilment, shall demonstrate that the interests of the Higher Life of the Household in the Homes of the World, have no weightier matters to take to heart as a rule of life, than the simple proposition of Dwelling Together in Unity.

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O! the bitterness of parting cannot be done away Till I meet my darlings walking where their feet can never stray;

When I no more am drifting upon the surging tide,

But with them safely landed upon the river side; Be patient, heart, while waiting to see their shining way,

For the little feet in the golden street can never go astray.

-Unidentified.

THE WINDING OF THE SKEIN.

I held the skein for her one night,
When the shadowy glint of the firelight
Danced fitfully on the opposite wall.
Polly and I, and that was all,
Were there to see the ghostly ball;
Tongs and scuttle, hearth-dogs and cat,
Venus de Milo and mandarin fat,

Table and lamp, and chairs where we sat,
In rythmic measure went round and round,
In rythmic measure with never a sound.
While Polly's arms as she wound and wound,
Looked like a fiddler drawing his bow
Across his fiddle to and fro;

The strings were those of the skein, you know
I held the skein.

I held the skein. I'd known her long,
And my heart had learned the same old song
That hearts have sung since hearts were made,
Thrilled in the sunlight or sobbed in the shade.
But my lips were mute, for I was afraid
To speak my thoughts. So I held my peace
And borrowed hope, and took new lease

Of a friendship I hated yet dreaded might cease
For Polly was oddish and queer in her ways,
Her yeas were nays and her nays were yeas,
And it often took me days and days

To find out if she was vexed or pleased,
Or if I'd been wounded or only teased;
But her ladyship was this night appeased;
I held the skein.

I held the skein, the last few strands;
Were stretched out further and further still
And as they escape, my outstretched hands
Somehow-well Polly wasn't ill,
(You see the yarn might have dropped), until
And, perhaps a suspicion of ache in the head
Only a little bit tired, she said,
That nestled close under a beard that was red,
But is auburn now. And she calls me Ned,
And says it was really very ill-bred
To kiss her and hold her waist instead
Of the skein, and she'll never trust me again.
But she has, years have flown since then

I held the skein.

-Oakland Week.

DYING FIRES.

The log on which the hearth-fire long has fed
Is nigh consumed, and now the flame burns low
With one faint blaze of feeble, flickering red,
That ghostly figures on the wall doth throw.
But now the wind comes breathing soft along,
It flames again and lights the gloom about,
Then lower sinks, as quick the wind is
gone,
Then flickering fades and with a puff goes out.

Love's fire for long has fed upon the heart,

And nigh consumed it through a feeble flame, From out the ashes now and then doth start, Casting weird shadows on the troubled brain. But mem'ry's wind comes breathing softly by, It glows again and for a time is bright. Then the thought passes and lips sadly sigh, As it dies out and leaves behind but night. -Edward A. Fuller.

BY THE FIRE.

She sat and mused by the drift-wood fire,
As the leaping flames flashed high and higher,
And the phantoms of youth, as fair and bright,
Grew for her gaze in the ruddy light;
The blossoms she gathered in life's young days,
Wreathed and waved in the flickering blaze ;
And she laughed through a sunny mist of tears,
That rose at the dream of her April years;
And ever and aye the sudden rain,
Plashed on the glittering window-pane.

Sobered and saddened the pictures that showed
As the drift-wood logs to a red core glowed,
And the fancied figures of older time
Passed with the steadied step of their prime;
The daisies and snowdrops bloomed and died,
Red roses and lilies stood side by side,
While richer, and fuller, and deeper grew
The lines of the pictures August drew;
And ever and aye the falling rain
Streamed thick and fast on the window-pane.

The drift-wood died down into feathery ash,
Where faintly and fitfully shone the flash ;
Slowly and sadly her pulses beat,
And soft was the fall, as of vanishing feet;
And lush and green as from guarded grave,
She saw the grass of the valley wave;
And like echoes in ruins seemed to sigh,
The "wet west wind "that went wandering by,
And caught the sweep of the sullen rain,
And dashed it against the window-pane.

-All the Year Round.

"JOHN."

I stand behind his elbow-chair,
My hand rests softly on his hair-
Hair whose silver is dearer to me
Than all the gold on earth could be ;
And my eyes of brown
Look tenderly down
On John, my John!

The firelight leaps, and laughs, and warms,
Wraps us both in its ruddy arms-
John, as he sits in the hearth glow red,
Me with my hands on his dear old head-
Encircling us both,
Like a ring of truth,
Me and my John.

His form has lost its early grace,
Wrinkles rest on his kindly face;
His brow no longer is smooth and fair,
For time has left his autograph there;
But a noble prize,

In my loving eyes

Is John, my John!

WANTED.

HE.

-Unidentified.

room;

SHE.

wear.

-Unidentified.