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USEFUL RECEIPTS.

To Clean Black Lace Veils.-These are cleansed by passing them through a warm liquor of bullock's gall and water; after which they must be rinsed in cold water, then cleansed for stiffening and finished as follows. Take a small piece of glue, about the size of a bean, pour boiling water upon it, which will dissolve it, and when dissolved, pass the veil through it, then clap it between your hands and frame.

Gold Lacquer.-Take fine sulphur and pulverise it, then boil some stale spring water, pour it hot upon the powder and stir it well together, boil it, and pour into it an ounce of dragon's blood; after it is well boiled, take it off, and filter it through a fine cloth, pour this water into a matrass (a chemical vessel) place in the liquor what you wish to colour or lacquer and boil it, and it will be a beautiful gold colour.-J. BART

LETT.

To take out Paint from a Dress.-After a paintspot has dried, it is extremely difficult to remove it. When fresh (having wiped off as much as you can), it may be taken out by repeated applications of spirits of turpentine or of spirits of wine, rubbed with a soft rag or a flannel. Ether also will efface it, if applied immediately. If the paint has been allowed to harden, nothing will take it off but spirits of turpentine, rubbed on with perseverance.

To remove the Smell of Paint.-Take three or four broad tubs (such, for instance, as hold about eight gallons), fill them with cold water, and put into each an ounce of vitriolic acid, which you can obtain from a druggist. Place these tubs near the wainscot, in a newly painted

room. This water will absorb and retain the effluvium of the paint. Next day fill the tubs with fresh water, and add to each another ounce of vitriolic acid. Repeat this a third day, and on the fourth the smell of the paint will not be perceptible.

Common Cement.-Mix together half a pint of vinegar and half a pint of milk. When they have formed a curd, take the whey only, and mix it with the whites of five eggs, beating the whole very hard. Then sift in, gradually, sufficient quicklime to convert the whole into a thick paste. This will be found useful for broken bowls, jugs, &c. Rub both the broken edges, and then cover the crack with it, allowing it a fortnight to dry Another good cement may be made by mixing together equal quantities of melted glue, white of egg, and white lead, and boiling them.-R. BENNETT.

Clothes Balls.-Take four ounces of fuller's earth, dried so as to crumble into powder, and mix with it half an ounce of pearl-ash. Wet it with a sufficiency or lemon-juice to work it into a stiff paste. Then form it into balls, and dry them in the sun, or on the top of a moderately warm stove. When quite dry, put them away for use. They will be found efficacious in removing grease spots and stains from articles of clothing, first wetting the spot with cold water, and then rubbing on the ball; afterwards drying the place in the sun or by the fire, and then washing it off with a sponge and clean water.

Fine Home-Made Candles.-For these the ingredients are in the following proportion :-Take

ten ounces of fresh mutton fat or suet, a quarter of a pound of bleached white wax, a quarter of an ounce of camphor, and two ounces of alum. Cut or break up all these articles, and then melt them together, skimming them well. Have ready the wicks (which should be previously soaked in lime-water and saltpetre, and then thoroughly dried), fix them in the moulds, and pour in the melted liquid, proceeding as in making common mould candles. Candles made in this manner of the above materials, are hard and durable, and will not run; burning also with a very clear light.

To Clean the Rust from Iron or Ste.-Scrape off as much of the rust as you car. Then grease the iron all over with lamp-oil, (any other oil will do,) rubbing it in well. Put the iron in a place where it will be out of the way, and let it rest for two or three days, or more. Then wipe off the oil, as thoroughly as possible, and rub the iron with sand-paper till it is perfectly cleaned from the grease. Sand-paper is to be had at any oil or Italian warehouse, its price is usually a penny or three halfpence a sheet. For want of oil or sand-paper, rusty iron may be cleaned tolerably well by greasing it with a bit of pork-fat, and afterwards rubbing it with common sand.

Packing Household Articles.-In packing for the removal of a family to a distant place, let all the boxes and trunks be numbered, and the numbers put down in a book; let some one who overlooks the whole of the packing, set down every article, denoting the exact box or trunk in which it is placed, and the order in which the things are put in, beginning with those at the bottom. By this means, after arriving at the place of destination, you will know, by consulting your book, where to find whatever you want; and which of the boxes it will be best to open first. Also, in a long sea-voyage, if there is occasion to have a trunk brought from the hold to get out of it any particular article, your book will tell exactly in which of your trunks that article is. For want of such an inventory, we have seen, in crossing the Atlantic, three or four trunks brought up belonging to one family. opened, and searched, before the right one could be found.

To Wash Vials.-In most families are gradually collected a number of vials that have been used for medicine. It is well to have a basket purposely to keep them in, and once in a while to wash them all, that they may be ready to send to the druggist's when new medicine is wanted. Put into a wash-kettle some sifted ashes, and pour on it a sufficiency of cold water. Then put in the vials, (without corks,) place the kettle over the fire, and let it gradually come to a boil. After it has boiled a while, take it off, and set it aside; letting the vials remain in it till cold. Then take them out, rinse, drain them, and wipe the outsides. You may wash black bottles in the same manner. If you have occasion to wash a single vial or bottle, pour into it through a small funnel either some lye, or some lukewarm water in which a little pearl-ash has been dissolved; shake it, and let it stand awhile to soak. Then rinse it well in cold water, two or three times. If it still smells of the former contents. soak it in more pearl-ash water, (with the addition of a little lime,) or in more lye.

RECREATIONS IN SCIENCE.

To set a combustible body on fire by the contact of cold water.-Fill a saucer with water, and let fall into it a piece of potassium, of the size of a peppercorn (which is about two grains). The potassium will instantly become red-hot, with a slight explosion, and burn vividly on the surface of the water, darting at the same time from one side of the vessel to the other, with great violence, in the form of a red-hot fire

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I am the eldest of a numerous family ancient origin; and although, the nobi..., aye, even royalty itself, are intimately acquainted with me, yet I have to support all my relations. I am a traveller, for I may be found at all times, in all quarters of the globe. I dwell in the sea as well as in land, and in the air too. I belong equally to the Christian, Heathen, Mussulman, and to the beast as well as to man. I am possessed both by sailor and landsman, and may be seen in the heat of battle. I am found in Africa and India, amongst the savage nations. I belong also to some strangers of the "deep;" even the great sea serpent and hippopotamus are intimately acquainted with me. I enter into the composition of both man and woman, still I belong to the vegetable, and mineral, as well as to the animal kingdoms, I am seen in the daytime, in the parks, regattas, races, and I always attend public balls, theatres, &c., although I never leave my own habitation. I am engraven indelibly in every heart, and no lady ever walks out without me. I have existed in all ages. lived like Adam, in the garden of Eden, and was possessed equally by Noah, Daniel O'Connell, and Queen Victoria. I am present at marriages, baptisms, deaths, and funerals. No painting is complete without me, still I am never seen in a picture I am found in every family and every estate in Great Britain. To sum up all my qualities, I am never seen at night, but I appear in the dawn of day, and you may see me whenever you like in a looking-glass. Now may I not well say, "I am in all things?"

GEORGE EVANS.

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When my first arrives (which it frequently does), my second is employed, and few old persons can rest without my third.

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No rose can boast a lovelier hue
Than I can, when my birth is new;
Of shorter date even than that flower,
I bloom and fade within an hour.
Though some in me their honour place,
bear the token of disgrace,
Like Marplot eager to reveal
The secrets I would fain conceal.
Fools, coxcombs, wits, agree in this,
They equally destroy my peace;
Though 'gainst my will to stoop so low,
At their command I come or go.

QUERIES. 1.

When did a barber imprison some letters in the alphabet?

2.

Why is it more difficult to spell Brown than Green?

ENGLISH COUNTIES; HISTORICAL
ENIGMA.

First tell that favourite of the Nine,
Who did so pleasingly combine
The poem offering to our view
Triumphs of Temper rare and new.
-Next let the poet's name appear
Who held Imagination dear;
Whose lines declare, in easy strains,
Its joys, its pleasures, and its pains.
-The hard sublime now please to tell.
Who wrote of Heaven, of Earth, and Hell;
Whose lofty strains and noble verse,
Does many wond'rous things rehearse.
-Last, among those who merit fame,
Pray tell the instructive poet's name,
Whose Hermit many a moral brought,
To those who read with care and thought.
-Now take these poets as they stand,
Close united hand in hand;

And their initials soon will bring
A Shire where once was kill'd a king.

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MARCUS WARLAND; OR, THE LONG MOSS - SPRING. (Continued from page 340.)

Ir would be difficult to describe the feelings of Marcus while perusing this shameful forgery. That Florence should have been deceived by the handwriting he could not wonder, for it was the exact counterpart of his own; that, being deceived, she should feel insulted, wounded, and outraged, as never woman was before, he could not wonder. His greatest wonder was, that Delaval had not shot or stabbed him, in the first storm of his anger. Crushing the vile paper in his hands, he looked at Florence, who was no longer the cold, rigid statue, but the Galatea, warmed by the divine breath of love. Their hearts rushed to each other in that lightning glance, and their hands, involuntarily extended, sealed by their pressure the reconciliation that glance expressed. The words that came to their lips were too sacred to be uttered in the presence of others. They did not, could not speak. Neither did Delaval, who again grasped the hand of Marcus, and, throwing his arm over his shoulder, drew him closely to his side.

In the burst of emotion that followed the perusal of the letter, Letty's agency and promised explanation were momentarily overlooked. She waited impatiently for the subsiding of their full and passionate feelings, then twirling her fingers, and coughing elaborately, she recalled their attention to herself.

"Do you really know, my clever darkie," asked Patterson, "who wrote that abominable thing? If you can enlighten us on this subject, you shall have more money in your purse than you can spend between now and Christmas. Speak and tell us all about it."

"Well, master, you must let me have my own way," answered Letty, speaking with consequential deliberation," and I'll tell you what I knows, and clarify the whole subject. I seen a long time how everything going wrong. Ever since Miss Florence drop that 'ere letter and pick it up, she no had no peace, no satisfaction of her life. She told me never mention Master Marcus' name, long as I live, and

VOL. VII.-NO. LXXXV.

I knowed that wa'n't nateral. So I thinks and thinks, and does nothing but think, how to bring matters right, when I heern of the camp-meeting, and sot off. Then I made bold to go to Master Patterson's. I got 'quainted with Creasy, one of his house-women, at the camp-ground. She got religion there, and she so happy; she love everybody and everything, and me too. She invited me go home with her, and that was jist what I wanted. I made myself agreeable o' purpose. Well, when I gets to Master Patterson's, and I feels sorter at home, and talks kinder familiar like, I asked who visited her master, and if she 'membered who was there when he sent a bundle of papers to my young mistress. Says Creasy, says she, 'Nobody here that time, 'less it was Master Pellam. Yes, Master Pellam was here, one, two, three day then.'"

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"Pellam!" repeated her auditors, looking at each other. Florence turned a remorseful look toward her uncle. had been suspecting-she could not help it-his immaculate irreproachability.

"Another wound in the back!" said Marcus, involuntarily, "another coward thrust!"

"Well, as soon as she tell me this," resumed Letty, animated by the impression she had made, "I questions and questions her, all in a roundabout way, just like a Christian for all; and this is what I finds out. One morning, when Master Patterson gone to the plantation, she see Master Pellam in the next room. Upper part of the door all of glass, so she see him good as could be. He never 'spected Creasy close by. She mighty quiet body, you know; keep still as a mouse, think a heap tho'. Well, she'member seeing him take up a letter off the secretary, pull it out of the 'velope, and sorter ponder over it. Then set down and write away on the same paper a long time. She 'member too how he keep looking over one shoulder and then t'other, as tho' somebody right there. S'pose he thought ole Satan 'hind him. So he be, sure enough. Then he put it in the kiver, and stick it in a little book, and clap some newspapers on top on't, and made up a sorter of a bundle. She never thought of no harm, Creasy didn't, but she mighty obsarving person, and got a powerful strong memory. 'Sides, Creasy

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may err in their judgment of men. I regret too that I allowed him to prejudice me against a very estimable young man. Mr. Warland," added he, walking majes

she say she 'members, seeing Master Pellam giving the bundle to her master, and ask him to send it to Miss Florence, 'cause she like to read the news." "This is true," said Patterson. "I re-tically forward, and extending his aristomember his staying at home that morning, on the plea of having letters to write, and I unlocked my secretary for his use. I had read him Warland's letter the night before at least a portion of it."

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"The packet came in your name," said Florence. Had Pellam's been mentioned, I might have suspected, something treaherous. Yet, even then, blind and wilful girl that I am, I fear I would have been guilty of the injustice and wrong that through life I shall vainly rue."

Marcus bent down, and said something to her in a low voice, that brought a rich glow to her cheeks and a smile to her lips, but no one else heard the words he uttered. "I told the servant that it was sent by Pellam; but I suppose he forgot or neglected the message," said Patterson. "I was not aware that he possessed this wonderful talent of imitation. But what motive could have prompted an act of such gold-blooded malice? Have you ever injured or thwarted him, Warland?"

"I have been so unfortunate as to cross his path," answered Marcus, looking unconsciously toward Florence, "and I cannot wonder that he does not look upon me as a friend. He has sought to injure me more than once, and the weapons have been turned against his own breast. One never forgives the man whom they have wronged. This is the secret of Pellam's deadly inalice. He has more mind than I have given him credit for, and, like yourself, I was ignorant of his peculiar valent for forgery."

"I was aware that he excelled in penmanship," ," said Mr. Alston, who had been watching for a favourable opening for a speech. "He was distinguished for this when a boy, and amused himself by imivating the hand-writing of others. Had my nephew and niece confided to me the very unpleasant circumstances which have come to my knowledge this evening, I think I could have explained them in a satisfactory manner. I regret that I ever encouraged the visits of this exceedingly anworthy young gentleman. I considered him quite irreproachable, but the wisest

cratic hand with an air of dignified selfapprobation, "I make you welcome at this time and hereafter to Wood Lawn, and I trust all unpleasant remembrances will be buried in oblivion."

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"But, Letty!" cried Florence (while Marcus was receiving with due respect the ostentatious but sincere amende honorable of her stately uncle), "I fear you have betrayed my trust. How could Pellam have discovered the secret of my dis guise?"

"I knows that too, Miss Florence," replied the all-divining Letty, "and I'll tell you all 'bout it. When we were in that strange place where Master Marcus lay sick, you 'member one night how you took off your fixings just to let his father see how pretty you bei Well, that night arter you came back, in your room, you sat down near the window, and I looked out t'other one. Says you, I hate to put this ugly stuff on my face any more, but I must. That dear, good man, how he seemed to love me, and how I love him too! Here, Letty, mulattofy me again.' Then I fixes you up just as you was afore, and you went out, and you says, 'I wonder if he will know me now.' Then I noticed that the curtain was a leetle one side, and I looked out a sudden and sees a man looking right into the window, and the moment I sot eyes on him, I knew it was Master Pellam, I did. I never let on a word 'bout it, 'cause I know 'twould scare Miss Florence. Soon as he see me, he dart off like ole snake, nobody know where. I scared almost to death for fear he tell on Miss Florence. But he go off, say nothing, do nothing. I thought he all this time in Texas. I wish he where he ought to be, and all his kinfolk, that I do."

"Wherever he may be," exclaimed Marcus, "retribution shall follow him." "Amen!" uttered Delaval.

"Oh! he is not worthy of your resentment," cried Florence. "Surely Marcus, surely, brother, you would not condescend to wreak your vengeanee on one so far beneath your contempt? The man who

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