The Home Circle.
OLD GRANNY SULLIVAN. (By Shaw NoiJson in the Bookfellow, Sydney). ! A pleasant shady place it is, a Pheasant place and cool— The township folk go up and down, the children pass to school. Along the river lies my world, a dear sweet world to me,; I sit and learn —I cannot go ; there is so much to see. But Granny, she has seen the world, and often by her side I sit and listen while she speak»s of youthful' days of pride ; Old Granny's hands arc clasped ; she wears her favourite faded shawl — I atsk her this. I ask her that : she says 'T mind them all." The boys and girls that Granny know, far o'er the seas are they. But there's no love like the old love, and the old world far away ; Her talk is all of wakes and fairs — or how, when night would fall, 'Twas many a quare thing crept and came," and Granny "minds them all." A strange new land was this to her, and perilous, rude, and wild — • .Where loneliness and tears and care came to each mother's child ; The wilderness closed all around, grim as a prison wall ; But. white folk then were stout of hear;—-ah Granny minds it ail.” The day she first met Sullivan —she tells it all to me— How she was hardly'twenty-one and he was twenty-three. The courting days ! the kissing days! —but bitter things befall The bravest hearts that plan and dream. Old Gran.nv " minds it all." Her wedding dress I know by heart—yes ! every flounce and frill ; And the little home they lived in first, with the garden on the hill. ■’Twas there her baby boy was born ; and neighbours came to call. But none had seen a boy like Jim — and Granny "minds them all." They had their light in those old days ; but Sullivan was strong, A smart, quick man at anything ; ’twas hard' to put him wrong. . . One day they brought him from the mine . . . (The big salt tears will fall) . . . ’Twas long ago, God rest his soul !" Poor Granny "minds it all." The first dark days of widowhood, the weary days and slow, The grim, disheartening, uphill fight, then Granny lived to know. "The chikler," ah ! they grew and grew—sound. rosv-chceked, and tall : -"The chikler." still they are to her. Old Granny "minds them all." How well she loved her little brood! Oh, Granny's heart was brave ! She gave- to them her love and faith —all that the goad God gave. j They change not with the changing years : as babies just the same She feels for them, though some, alas ' have brought her grief and shame. The big world called them here and there, and main.- a mile away ; They cannot come —she cannot go—the darkness haunts the day ; And I, no flesh and blood of hers, sit here while shadows: fall— I sit and listen —Granny talks ; for Granny "minds them all.” Just fancy Granny Sullivan at seventeen or so ; In all the floating finery that women love to show ; And, oh ! it is a merry dance ; the fiddlers flushed with wine, And Granny's partner brave and gay and Granny's eyes ashinc . . . ’Tis time to pause, for pause we must : we only have our day ; Yes ; by and by our dance will die, our fiddlers cease to play ; And we shall seek some quiet place where great g- a y shadows fall. And sit and wait as Granny waits — ) we'll sit and "mind them all." RECIPES. —Broiled Steak and Oyster Sauce.— Method ; Broil the steak over a clear fire. Turn it frequently. Serve very hot. Oyster sauce. —Method ; Put about two dozen oysters in a stewpan, with their liquor, add three
cloves, one blade of mace, two ounces of butter, half a teaspoonful of flour, caj’eune, and salt to taste, a nd let them simmer .gently for five minutes. —Panned Tomatoes.— Choose firm, even-shaped tomatoes for this dish. Cut them in halves horizontally, and dip the cut sides- of each in flour ; then put them into a pan in which you have molted two tablespoonfuls of butter or dripping. Cover closely, and keep over a moderate fire until well-browned. Take out the tomatoes and put them, the brown side uppermost, on a hot dish. Dredge into the saucepan sufficient flour to absorb the fat, season with salt and pepper, and stir in a cupful of hot milk. Let it boil up, and pour over the tomatoes and serve. —Eggs a la Guyon.— This is- a capital little lunch dish. Cook a quarter of a pound of rice in some stock until tender, boil a quarter of a pock of peas, strain off the water, and toss them in a pan with butter, a little caster sugar, pepper, and salt. Put the rice on a flat dish arranging it. to form a border round it, then lay the peas in ..the centre, and add four nicely poached eggs laid neatly on the peas, with a strip of fried bacon between or under each egg, and pour a hot bechamel over it.
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The Home Circle., Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 50, 9 February 1907
The Home Circle. Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 50, 9 February 1907
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