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expression of consternation at the danger, and joy at her escape. It was one of those odd combinations in which the ludicrous triumphs over the fearful. As she rose from the tub, like Venus from her shell, or Cowper's Rose, “all dripping and drown'd,” I laughed until Ibrought upon myself her just indignation. I do not feel myself called upon to say how many loaves of bread, under my apprenticeship, came out of the oven as heavy as a bad joke, or as sour as an unkind one; how my pickles turned soft and yellow; how I filled a bed without curing the feathers; how I put pepper instead of alspice into a batch of mince-pies; how many chemical separations instead of affinities took place in my baked beans and Indian puddings; and how my pan-dowdy disconcerted all the family, except my cousin Sam, a black-eyed boy, with a raging appetite, who dined with us every Sunday, and who affirmed that the paste was not tough, and that he did not mind if the apple cores did choke him a little. These mis

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I may claim the sympathy of the lawyer who blunders in his maiden speech, of the doctor who kills his first patient, and of the preacher who soothes his first hearers to sleep. This acknowledgment, however, I will make en passant, that my mother's persevering tuition in cookery has saved me a thousand mortifications, to which I have seen ignorant housewives ex

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It were a goot motion if we give over pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between Master Abraham and Mistress Page. PARson Evans.

It was beginning to be a subject of deep calculation with me, whether a brunette should wear pink or yellow riband on her bonnet; and I had decided on the former, when one Sabbath, on entering the meeting-house, I observed a stranger outside the porch, and on glancing at the gallery, after I was seated, I again perceived him there. I thought he looked at our pew more than was correct, but, some how or other, I kept looking at him to see whether he would become more attentive to the exercises, and thus our eyes repeatedly met.

After service he came to the porch, for in

New-England people retire from their pews with a silent bow to their acquaintance, and introduced himself to my mother as Mr. Packard from Boston, the son of a friend. He remained a few days at the village on law business, for he was an attorney, and though my mother was one of the most unostentatious women in the world, yet before he left us she made him understand that I could skewer a goose, roll puff paste, complete a shirt, and make a list carpet, as well as I played on the spinet and worked tent-stitch. She was on the point of telling him that I could spin a little, but I protested against any thing so old-fashioned. According to my motto, I “gave over pribbles and prabbles,” and married, at the age of seventeen, Edward Packard. I remember the moment, when, after a short ride, I first entered my adopted home in the North Square, one of the most genteel quarters in the then town of Boston. The new carpet, new chairs, and new mahogany, with its virgin hue, undarkened by wax and turpentine, are all before me. My mother was with me, and though she held one

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A HOUSEKEEPER. 17

of my hands, and my husband the other, I could
not restrain my tears from falling, happy though
they were.
I felt half ashamed to praise the parlour fur-
niture, though I secretly said, “It is mine.” On
recovering from my shyness, I visited the vari-
ous apartments, and I think I was most attract-
ed by the nicely sanded kitchen, not even ex-
cepting a closet, which I might now call a bou-
doir, fitted up expressly for me by my husband.
How bright were those new tins and brasses,
arranged with ostentatious glitter on the walls
and dresser . How comfortable that suspended
warming-pan! How red and clean those bricks,
that extended to the right and left, leaving space
for a family in the corners. A settle, too, that
glory of New-England kitchens, was there, now
banished for the inhospitable chair, which ac-
commodates one instead of three " I had often
presided in a parlour, but never before was mis-
tress of a kitchen'
A council had been called previous to my

marriage, of the number of “help” which we

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