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HOW TO MAKE A LITTLE MONEY
GO A LONG WAY.
A good breakfast, dinner, or supper.-Put 1b of rice and 1b of Scotch barley into two gallons of water, and boil them gently for 4 hours over a slow fire, then add 4 oz. of treacle and 1 oz. of salt, and let the whole simmer for half an hour. It will produce 16tbs of good food.
A savoury dish.-Put 1lb of rice into 5 pints of cold water, boil it gently for 2 hours, by which time it will be a thick paste, then add 2 pints of skim milk, and 2 oz. of strong cheese, grated fine, a little pepper and salt, and boil the whole very gently for another hour. It will produce 9lbs. of macaroni rice.
Sweet rice.-Put lib of rice into into 5 pints of cold water, and boil it gently for 2 hours, till it is a thick paste, then add 2 pints of skim milk and 4 oz. of treacle, and boil all very gently for another hour. It will produce 9 lbs of sweet rice.
Rice pudding.-Tie 1b of rice in a pudding bag, so loose as to be capable of holding 5lbs. Let it boil gently till it swells enough quite to fill the bag. Turn it out, and pour 2 oz. of treacle over it.
The expense of any of these dishes is less than one penny a lb.
Pea soup without meat.-Take a pint of whole peas, and let them soak all night. Next day put them into 3 quarts of boiling water, and let them boil till tender, then mash them together so as to form a paste, and put them back into the water along with a quantity of turnips and carrots, all cut into dice, with some sliced onions. Let the soup simmer gently for 2 hours, then thicken with oatmeal, season with pepper and salt.
DR. D'AUBIGNE.-Dr. Sewall, in his late tour in Europe, in company with an Unitarian clergyman from New England, paid a visit to the justly celebrated writer of the "History of the Reformation,' "Merle D'Aubigné. Soon after their introduction, D'Aubigné inquired of the clergyman to what denomination of
Christians he belonged. With some little hesitancy he replied, that he was an Unitarian. A cloud of grief passed over the face of the pious historian, but again all was as before. The hour passed pleasantly, and the moment of parting came. D'Aubigné took the hand of the Unitarian, and fixing a look of great earnestness upon him, said, "I am sorry for your error. Go to your Bible-study it-pray over it-and light will be given you. God was manifest in the flesh."
THE FABLED PURGATORY.
Is aught dishon'ring to the Lord Taught us in his most Holy Word? Can fabled Romish flames efface Sins unremoved by Jesu's grace?
O! no: that Saviour's name we bless Whom God has made " 'our Righteousness;'
We trust his blood, so freely spilt, Which cleanses us from ALL our guilt.
PRAYER. O God the Father, for Jesus Christ's sake, grant me the Holy Spirit; that I may rightly understand and fully profit by the reading and hearing of thy Holy Scriptures. Amen.
THE BIBLE.-The Bible is the only book in the world which we read with a feeling sense of its reality. We are certain that there is no mistake. The rock upon which we stand never becomes slippery. How firmly does the mind rest, how securely investigate truths which seem inscribed in perpetual marble by the finger of Omnipotence. The discoveries of modern science in many ways elucidate and confirm, but never disprove Scripture. Even geology, the favourite handmaid of infidelity, hangs her blushing head, when detected in a futile attempt to contradict truth itself, the truth of the living God.
RAILING. There is no kind of revenge so poor and pitiful as railing; for every dog can bark: and he that rails, makes another noise indeed, but not a better.
CONFESSIONS OF A RETIRED PUBLICAN. Meeting a few days since with a retired publican, who in his time kept some of the best houses in London, the following conversation ensued.
"With what material do you adulterate porter?"
"You mean second brewing, I suppose?"
I don't know what you call it; I only know that you mix some stuff with it."
"Well, we call that second brewing. We can make a barrel and a half out of one barrel which we have from the brewers. We put in about two quarts of water to six of porter; then, of course, it looks very weak, so we get some of the coarsest sugar, or treacle, and mix with it, then it looks very strong, and tastes very sweet. I have known people to put in a piece of horse's flesh, and that gives it a strong flavour."
"How is it that after persons have drank a little, they want more? It seems to create a thirst."
"Why, when they put in the sugar and things, they take care to put in plenty of salt; so the more they drink, the more they want."
"What do they put in ale?"
"We cannot put so much in ale, because it will not bear it; it is not so thick, and they put much in that they would be found out."
"What do they put in gin?"
"They used to put in vitriol; but the people don't like it so hot as they did, so they are obliged to put in something more mild." He said that he had asked Mr. H.'s foreman what he could put in gin to improve it, and the answer was, We put in all that it will bear, and if you attempt to put anything more in to improve it, you will only spoil it."
'How do they make the crust on
"That comes on by being kept a long time; but many persons get the old dirty bottles and put some fresh in, and sell it for best old port."
2, Cow Walk, Peckham.
Equivalent to the gin £4 11 3 SELF-TAXATION.--Notwithstanding poverty, there is expended annually about £80,000,000 in strong drink. Was it not for this, we should be a flourishing nation. Our population is 27,000,000; out of this take 8,000,000 total abstainers, and 8,000,000 children, we have remaining 11,000,000, who spend £80,000,000 in strong drink, which averages more than £7 per head for drinks which neither satisfy hunger nor quench thirst.
Duty in 1843 on Hops £ 266,895
Total abstainers pay no part of this tax, nor of the £80,000,000 which these liquors cost.
IRISH TEMPERANCE. The following table shews that the consumption of spirits in Ireland has been reduced one-half in four years: -1837, 11,235,635 gallons; 1838, 12,296,342 gallons; 1839, 10,815,799 gallons; 1840, 7,401,051 gallons; 1841, 6,485,443 gallons. It is said that the number of early improvident marriages has much decreased in those parts where Father Mathew has the greatest number of disciples. -Poor Law Gazette.
MEDITATIONS FOR APRIL.
"And the Lord turned and looked upon Peter."-LUKE xxii. 61. Jesus, let thy pitying eye Call back a wandering sheep! False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain, like Peter, weep:
O for such a look as would bring me presently down, like Zaccheus, from the sycamore of my self-conceit and self-righteousness, and from my best beloved sins and idols, and cause me to receive Christ joyfully into my heart, and go with cheerfulness to his house, and receive the seal of his covenant, saying: "My Lord and my God!"-Willison.
"Rejoice in the Lord alway."PHIL. iv. 4.
Rejoice, believer in the Lord,
Who makes your cause his own; The hope that's built upon his Word Can ne'er be overthrown.
The true comforter in all distress is only God, through his Son Jesus Christ; and whosoever hath him, hath company enough, although he. were in a wilderness all alone; and he that hath twenty thousand in his company, if God be absent, is in a miserable wilderness and desolation. In him is all comfort, and without him is none.-Cranmer.
"Call the Sabbath a delight."Is. lviii. 3.
Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we One glorious Sabbath more behold; Our Shepherd, let us meet with thee Among thy sheep, within thy fold.
Philip Henry would often say, at the close of his Sabbath devotions, "Well, if this be not heaven, it must be the way to it." Yes, it is then Christians often feel themselves, like Jacob in his vision, at the gate. They have earnests and foretastes of the glory to be revealed. Perhaps they are never so willing as then to go. Many of them have wished to be re
leased on this day; and many have been gratified. But if they do not leave on the earthly Sabbath, they enter on the heavenly one. For there remaineth a rest to the people of God.-Jay.
"Come unto me, all ye that labour
and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."-MATT. xi. 28. Does the Gospel word proclaim
Rest for those who weary be? Then, my soul, put in thy claimSure that promise speaks to thee: Marks of grace I cannot shew, All polluted is my best; Yet I weary am, I know,
And the weary long for rest.
Resolve to take no rest till you be in the element and place of soulrest, where solid rest indeed is. Rest not till you be with Christ. Though all the world should offer their best, turn them by with disdain; if they will not be turned by, throw them down, and go over them, and trample upon them. Say, You have no rest to give me, nor will I take any at your hands, nor from any creature. There is no rest for me till I be under His shadow, who endured so much trouble to purchase my rest, and whom having found, I may sit down quiet and satisfied; and when the men of the world may boast of the highest content, I will outvie all with this one word: "My beloved is mine, and I am his."-Leighton.
"Faith which worketh by love."— GAL. v. 6.
O might we, through thy grace, attain
The faith thou never wilt reprove! The faith that purges every stainThe faith that always works by love!
Love attempts much for God, looking to the command; and Faith expects much from God, looking to the promise.-Anon.
FOSTER, PRINTER, KIRKBY LONSDALE.
MEMOIR OF OLD CROOK.
I VISITED this dear interesting old man (aged 90 or 91,) with my sister, in August, 1840. He was living with his married grandson, who had several children, and being very poor, had not much time or inclination to attend to his poor old grandfather, who, from age and infirmity, was unable to move, except to creep out when fine, and sit in the little garden belonging to the cottage.
I left my sister's house in August; and in her letters to me afterwards she often mentioned old Crook, as she knew I was much interested about him. This poor old man seemed to be under God's care, blessing, and teaching. "The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him;' and he seemed to be encamped round about this dear old man, so happy and content did he appear in the midst of poverty and neglect.
I read to him a few verses of Scripture on the first day I saw him. He was sitting in the sun under a vine which covered one side of his cottage. He was very deaf, but very anxious to catch every word out of the Scriptures.
Soon after I left that sweet rural part of Hants; my sister thus mentions him in a letter:
August, 1841.-To day after dinner we walked up to see old Crook, and to take him something to eat. He was delighted and grateful. He asked me who that dear lady was who had been to read to him? when I told him, he said with great emphasis, "God bless her dear heart;" and then he went on recounting God's mercies to him in sending so many dear friends to him; saying, "I bless God for making me know so much of his word, but I should dearly love to read it, for I can't remember a great deal. My Saviour is a precious Saviour to me. I pray to him all day long to save me and make me know more, and he hears me-he hears me, blessed be his name. He is a blessed Saviour." Isabel read to him the 27th and 23rd Psalms, which he seemed quite to feast upon; and when she had done, he said, "God bless her dear little heart-God will bless her."
In another letter my sister writes
October 27th, 1841.-I have not much news. Our life is so still and regular, that the days roll over our heads like the waves of the sea, sometimes without a ripple, sometimes more swollen, when like the disciples on the lake, while Jesus was sleeping, my heart begins to sink for want of a stronger faith; but his kind voice always seems to say so gently, "O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?" What can we fear if Jesus be in the ship with us? and "he knoweth our frames he remembereth that we are but dust." Poor old Crook said to me the other day," Mr. B.," the clergyman of the parish, "has read to me such a Psalm, the 118th. Such comfortable words, they are enough to make a man beside himself. I have had much difficulty in thinking who the Holy Ghost is; but after praying to God to teach me, it is all made plain to me; and since that my mind has been so opened to understand the Scriptures-every day I seem to see more in them. Once I used to take great pleasure in having a parcel of foolish books read to me, and I liked to hear them better than the Bible; but now I can't bear them-I don't know how I feel when any one reads them. I feel terrible. I hate the things I used to like so much. I laid awake last night, but I felt comfortable. I was praying to God, and thinking of all my dear friends." Yesterday, in our walk to a village near this, I ran into his cottage to leave him a piece of meat. I told him I could not stay to read to him, as we were going to walk, but that I wished God might be with him to comfort him. He said, "Well, thank you! you will come another day, and I hope you will have a very happy walk."
November 9.-On my last visit to him he said, "We have all great duties to do. I hope God will help us to do them all before we die." I said to him, "I hope you do not think that our salvation will depend upon our doing our duties?" "Oh, no!" he answered, "I know that very well; we can do nothing of ourselves; it is God who must work in all of us." He told me that he had been seeking God for twenty years, and that he was first brought to God by attending a chapel where there was a preacher who explained the Bible to him in very plain language; and then he said, "I have been afflicted with illness more or less these twenty years, so that I have had all that time to be thinking of God; and I do think of him. When I was young and well, I did not think of these things." Jan. 1, 1842.-If you could see how poor old Crook is