I have several times given my readers extracts from letters that I thought interesting, but I have never had Buch a delicious specimen of orthography as the following. It is from a small nephew of mine, at Home, to his big brother, lately come out to New Zealand. It loses much by my not being able to show the very arbitrary divisions ho makes in his words, of which divisions there are many, owing to the smallness of his noto paper. The fact, too, of the letters "s" and "c" being as often turned the wrong way as the right made the deciphering of the whole no easy matter :
Orgerßt 9,1889. Dyer Hcibert,—i hope yor cwito wel wev had grate fun with the baroe we have bords for biijis ercrors plasise and we go down the cichin garden and all over the plas. it is orferli guli having a litel baroe. the hens hav been king veri well, good by from JKoqer. we \>la oricit a grate deal and 1 of us runs for Jack bicoa of his leg. i hope you like beeng at nyooseeland. good In from JSOGEH. This is phonetic spelling with a vengeance. The same small boy delights more in hearing of battles than anything else, and when haviDg that of Waterloo read to him, expressed much contempt for Napoleon's generalship, saying: "If I had been Napoleon when his cavalry could not break the British thquares 1 would have brought up my artillery and thmathed them." Apropos of artillery, I see by the papers that we are to have cur little friend, the Maxim gun, back for the Armament Court in the Exhibition. General Strange seems quite sad at parting from his handy little weapon, of which he may say, as a fisherman in the Lower Harbor did of his boat when giving me a eail iu her, that " she never played him d dirty trick yet." He has fired nearly 20,000 rounds out of it, and the little Bpitfire is as brisk and ready as ever; even when tho water was once forgotten in the waterjacket round the barrel it didn't •' turn a hair," although over 300 rounds had been fired, ninety of them without stopping. What a bustle there is in the Exhibition now ! I was through it again this week. In the Armament Court a huge gun was being hauled in by a squad of gunners, to the admiration of a crowd of men and boys peeping through the doorway, and on all sides cases were being unpacked and bays in course of decoration. But of this part of the work I shall have more to say probably in my next letter, when it will be further advanced, the artistic details being what I take almost the most interest in. When all is in order we shall have landmarks to guide us but in its present state of universal confusion I lose my bearings at once, and were it not for my cicerone should be completely lost, unless I carried some pebbles to mark my track like Hop-o-my-thumb. I didn't mean to write about dress at all iu this letter, but must describe one or two that were worn by Miss Warner and Miss Deorwyn in 'Dora' and 'The Barrister,' the only plays I have seen given by this company. In the first, one of Miss Warner's costumes was of exquisite finish and simplicity. The material was of a soft creamy white, falling in graceful folds, with delicate gold embroidery round the hem and crossing the bodice. In ' The Barrister' she first wore a walking costume of pale blue Liberty silk of a perfect fit, and secondly one of grey and cherry color, while Miss Deorwyn looked very handsome in a magnificent gown of ruby velvet with broad cre»m-colored stripes down the front, and a hat to match.
I have not seen such acting as Mr Warner's in New Zealand before, and I cried over the pathos of the first piece. His daughter's actiDg, too, was almost equally affecting. It was a relief to have such a hearty laugh as one had over ' The Barrister,' to recover one's spirits. At the race meetings here I have heard so many people complain of the narrowness of the seats that I am glad to be able to tell them that they are being altered. I never could discover the discomfort myself, so am afraid I'm not a " real princess." As I have slept profoundly on the deck of a cutter with a brown paper parcel for a pillow, lam sure I should not have detected the presence of the parched pea under one mattress even, much less a dozen.
Next week our tennis courts will be opened, and the gay season will begin ; so I will give one or two recipes this week for fear of having no space for them afterwards. I have devoted too much to the outer woman of late, and have, I fear, neglected the " inner man." One never hears of the "inner woman," so I suppose wo are too etheieal to eat.
These are two recipes for afternoon tea cakes which I have tried lately, and which have been much approved by their consumers. They are from a useful little book called 'The Afternoon Tea Book,' by Agnes C. Maitland:— " Little chocolate cakes—4oz butter, 6oz sugar, soz flour, 6oz grated chocolate, 5 eggs, 10 drops vanilla, spoonful baking powder. Beat the butter and sugar together till creamy; add alternately half the chocolate, an egg, and half the flour and an egg, till all the ingredients are mixed, Beat well the whole time.
Bake in greased patty pans in a quick oven for fifteen minutes." As they don't look very distinguished, having the appearance ot the more plebeian gingerbread, I put a little chocolate or ordinary sugar icing over them after they are cooked. For doughnuts " mix together 6oz flour, 2oz sugar, half-teaspoonful baking powder ; rub in 2oz butter, beat two eggs, and with them wet the mixture to a paste; roll out thin, cut iuto rounds Uin across. On each round lay a little jam ; lay another round over it, being careful to pinch the edges together. Drop into hot fat, and fry a golden brown." I find it best to wet the edges of the lower round before placiDg the other on it, to ensure its sticking close, and not allowing the jam to ooze out. They are best hot, being very light and spongy, but are also good cold. I vary them by leaving out the jam and flavoring the pasty mixture with a little spiee; you can then make it up into fantastic shapes-knots, rings, etc. Always sift sugar over before serving in a folded napkin. Great care must be taken to have plenty of "friture," and quite boiling. As I hear people lament over the difficulty of keeping up a supply of breakfast dishes, I mean to turn my attention to them next; but I never give a recipe that has not been tested by Martiia.
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FEMININE FANCIES., Evening Star, Issue 8042, 19 October 1889, Supplement
FEMININE FANCIES. Evening Star, Issue 8042, 19 October 1889, Supplement
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