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THE WISCON



        The Baby.

Ar.othe. little -an.
Upon thesea. of life;
Another soul to save.
Amid the toil and strife.
Two more little feet
To walk the dusty road;
To choose where two paths tneet,
The narrow and the broad.
Two more little hands
To work for good or ill;
Two mnoie little eyes,
Auotther little will.
Another heart to love,
ItecelVing love again;



           Ana as tWe ooy came,
           A thing of joy and pain.
                            [Prureidecn Jour,,aI.

  A TO1CtIIIX ISCIDEXT.-Thevwarhasgiven
birth to many gems of poetry, patriotim, hu-
morous and pathetic, illustrative of the spirit
and varied impressions of the times. A volume
compiled from the newspapers of the day,would
prove a rich contribution to the military liter-
ature of the country. I send below a touching
morcenu, from an unknown pen, copied from
the  Philadelphia  Bulletin. suggested by an
affecting scene in one of the army hospitals. A
brave lad of sixteen years, belonging to a New
England regiment, mortally wounded at Fred-
ericksburg, and sent to the Patent Office Iles-
pital in Washington, was anxiously looking for
the coming of his mother. As his last hour
approached and his sight gren Jim he mistook
a sympathetic lady who was wiping the cold,
clammzy perspiration from his forehead, for the
expected one, and with a smile of joy lighting
up his pale face, whispered tenderly, " Is that
mother ? "   " Then,    says the writer, "draw-
ing  her towards    him   with  all his feeble
strength, he nestled his head in her arms like
a sleeping infant, and thus died with the sweet
vwor  'mother' on his quivering lips.'
             'IS THlAT MtOTHlERt ? "
          Is that mother henling ocer in-.
            As shei sting toy cradll liyvinu-
            ;neeling th-er in tears t efre oi,-
            Say ?-uy sight is groi;ng dim.
          Coines she front the olb home lowv  .
            Out among the osil themr hIlts,
          To her pet bov &ling slowly
            Of w-al'. battle wounds and ilt2
          Mother! oh us.e tavelv battled-
            Battled till the day iras done;
          While the leaden hail rtorm rattled-
            Man to mati and gull to gitn.
          nut nne f.iled-and I snu yt ing-
            Dying in my boyhotxl'e Yeat s,
          Th-e:-no weetiitg-o If-, lenyinig.
            N oile de:ths demiand lio t-:tfl
          Iothl your arosn again around -iie:
            Press agaIn IIIy  achittig  heetd;
          Sinog the lullaby you snaig to nIc-
            ii-s toe, ttother,  crc Ilid-bd.

  ANCE.ST.Y.-It is witlt antiquiry as with an-
cestry, nations are proud of flie one, and indi-
viduals of the other; but if they are nothing
In themselves. tlat which is their pzide ought
to be their lhumrliation-Colton.



SIN FARMER.


         DOMESTIC ECONOMY.

                An Odte to Lamb.

  Kind quarters of the type of innocence
  Whether with peas and mint I must dispense,
  Or go the twain-blaspheming the expense-
  And thus enjoy thee in the fullest sense-
         That Is the question.
  Rear section of young mutton-tender food-
  Just in the dawn of gras-fed iulcy-hoA.-
  Daintles like thee should not e served up nude,
  But graced with all the trimming understood,
         To help digestion.
  Then boll the peas-the fragrant mint prepare-
  Ies thou, prime joint I not overdone, nor rare,



IConcoct the g ravy with exceeding care,
  When all is ready, serve-I shall be there-
         I always am
  Incipient sheep's meat I when on thee I dine,
  Hot be the plate, and icy cold the-water-
  Three slices midway of the leg be mine-
  Then put the rest away-for very flne
         Is cold roast lamb!

    Something Quite too Good for Sinners.

  For the following recipe for making a most
delectable dessert, we are indebted to Miss
Nellie M. Hayes, of Palmyra. It has been our
good fortune, many times, to prove its high
merit as prepared by the fair auther, and we
give it as our impartial opinion that no delica-
cy of the kind was ever so delicious. Try it,
all ye lovers of things especially good.
                ALMtOND CREAM.

  Blanch and pound twenty bitter almonds;
six tablespoons of corn starch, diluted with a
little milk: one quart of milk slightly salted;
let it heat slowly. When scalding hot, put in
the pounded almonds, then stir in the corn
starch as rapidly Its possible, and pour into a
mould.   Any deep earthen dish will answer.
  Frosiing.-Beat the whites of five eggs thor-
oughly, then add six tablespoons of white su-
gar.  Pour over the cream and put in a quick
oven for a few moments, or until the frosting
is slightly brown.

                Wheat Coffee.

  Daring a short visit to Chester county last
week. I received some information concerning
the use of wheat as a substitute for coffee,
which I have found so useful that I feel bound
to do my part in imparting the knowledge to
Dthers, especially to those living in agricultu-
ral regions. I tried the recipe immediately on
my return, and no one at the table was able to
letect the difference.
  I take about two pounds of wheat, scnlal it,