THE GUINEA POEM.

Otago Witness, Issue 2779, 19 June 1907, Page 72

THE GUINEA POEM.

A CHEQUE FOR £1 Is brs b.-en Mat to tb« writer • f this verse— Miss A. 8., 348 Castle Street. Dunedin— Alone the did the washing — Her back she nearly broke: She could have aaved all trouble - By using BAPON Boap.

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gifted Quen of Roumania — " One is never really weary of life, one is only weary of oneself." Perhaps going out somewhere every day is the mmd-tonic you need. All unconsciously, yon may be letting your love of home, your devotion to your family, narrow your interests, and cramp your horizon down to such narrow limits that its very* monotony has gradually brought about weariness of mind, weariness that sometimes only amounts to indifference, sometimes, intensifies to a positive pain of longing unrest. To give up society- altogether is as grave a mistake as to cultivate it too much.

We owe it to ourselves, to our families, or to our children to keep and form such friendships or acquaintances as by their sympathy and influence shall round out our lives to harmony of companionship and kindliness of interest-. A few friends, real friends, whose very memory is a refreshment; a- few acquaintances, whose visits given and returned make a pleasant change without being the drag of mere empty conventional "calling." For those who enjoy the theatre, opera, or musical entertainments of any kind I think an evening spent thus from time to time, far from being an extravagance, is a sensible and practical mental stimulant, especially:, of coarse/ when we are fortunate enough to have something really good to go to. Whafc a fillip to the roead-time oomrenation, wibach has a. trick of flagging so dully. If you don't like the theatre on principle, acd cannot definitely say to yourself what change it is yon want, try a week-end in tows if you are a country woman, or a week-end in country or seaside if yon live in town. Don't take half a dozen things with you "to finish." Just put a novel, or a sketchbook, or that cherished bit of art work which yon are longing to begin, into your dress basket, and forgot all about home and family and duties till you come home on Monday. I don't much believe in the practicability of holidays' at home, or "rest core" in your own house, though I must confess I knew one woman once who took a iortnight's holiday from all her duties in her own home, and painted all the time, never even knew what was for dinner ! I used to say,

— Change of Work — -was play enough ; now I think that it is not so true of mental as of bodily weariness. There are times of mental weariness when bo work of any kind should be attempted, only a fresh interest, or a beloved old interest for which in the ordinary' course of life we have no time, may -be taken up. Do yon know those lines by Frederick Langridge? — Ok, brother toiler! When my heart waa dried I had this grace '. . » to smile and stand

aside, And lo! my work went forward in the dark, As doth a meadow's, in the growing tide.

Perhaps while ire take tins little rest, or change, or idleness of mind our wori, too, may go forward in the dark.

a favourite dish, especially in the South Island, it is only considered as a sort of ' ' preliminary canter " in most households, except in the case of old people and young children. I think there is an inclination to monotony in these three dishes in succession: — "3, grilled steak; 4, fried chops; 5, fried sausages."

Seagull. — I am not by any means a keen breakfaster, but even I should rebel, I think, against nothing but ' ' tea " for one summer breakfast, and openly mutiny on nothing but ' ' coffee " for some cheerless winter morning. And I wouldn't promise to be too sweet-tempered on a breakfast of merely " honey," or guarantee myself against grumbling if only allowed "toast" on the third morning.

Mrs A. H. — Some of your summer breakfasts are very dainty, as for example : " No. 5, Blackberries with clotted cream, water melon and wheat meal biscuits " ; but I do not think ' ' fruit sandwiches " would be a sufficiently solid breakfast for any but a household of women.

Jessie T. — Onions and parsnips are rather strongly flavoured vegetables for summer breakfast use, especially dressed as simply as you suggest. Both these vegetables also are in season in late autumn. Are not parsnips supposed to require a touch of frost to render them perfect ? H. W. — I like your summer breakfasts, with the exception of the fried onions. Your winter list, however, contains only five real breakfast dishes. One cannot count ."porridge and milk" a complete breakfast for a family. Wenna. — I don't think that cabbage, parsnips, and carrots would combine successfully with "Spanish cream" for a

All these three lists will be published for the benefit of my readers, and I hope that the senders will feel some recompense for their trouble in knowing how useful and how appreciated they will be. Hoping that you will all continue your interest in the competition, — Yours interest in the competitions. — Yours EMMELINE.