I will not let thee once repine At having come with me to dine: 'T will be my pride to hear thee say, Come, dine with me; yes, dine with me; BARLEY WATER. AIR" On the Banks of Allan Water." FOR a jug of Barley Water Take a saucepan not too small; If her duty you have taught her, For a jug of Barley Water, Half a gallon, less or more, From the filter that you bought her, Ask your wife to pour. When a saucepan you have brought her Polish'd bright as bright can be, In it empty all the water, Either you or she. For your jug of Barley Water ('Tis a drink by no means bad), Some two ounces and a quarter When 'tis boiling, let your daughter Lemon rind should be. For your jug of Barley Water (I have made it very oft), It must boil, so tell your daughter, Juice of a small lemon's quarter Add; then sweeten all like tea; Strain through sieve your Barley Water"T will delicious be. BOILED CHICKEN. AIR" Norah Creina." LESBIA hath a fowl to cook; But, being anxious not to spoil it, Searches anxiously our book, For how to roast, and how to boil it. Sweet it is to dine upon Quite alone, when small its size is; And, when cleverly 'tis done, Its delicacy quite surprises. Oh! my tender pullet dear! My boiled-not roasted-tender Chicken I can wish No other dish, With thee supplied, my tender Chicken! Lesbia, take some water cold, And having on the fire placed it, Oh! the Chicken meant for me In the saucepan left to simmer. Oh, my tender Chicken dear! My boil'd, delicious, tender Chicken! Rub the breast (To give a zest) With lemon-juice, my tender Chicken. Lesbia hath with sauce combined Broccoli white, without a tarnish; 'Tis hard to tell if 'tis design'd For vegetable or for garnish. Pillow'd on a butter'd dish, My Chicken temptingly reposes, Should the savor reach their noses. My boiled-not roasted-tender Chicken! Thy meal is light, For supper, e'en, my tender Chicken. STEWED DUCK AND PEAS. AIR-"My Heart and Lute.” I GIVE thee all, I can no more, Stew'd Duck and Peas are all the store A Duck, whose tender breast reveals And better still, a Pea that peels Though Duck and Peas may fail, alas! At least for luncheon they may pass, If seasoned Duck an odor bring From which one would abstain, The Peas, like fragrant breath of Spring, Set all to rights again. I give thee all my kitchen lore, I'll tell thee how 'tis cook'd, before The Duck is truss'd from head to heels, And streaky bacon, which reveals A most delicious smell. When Duck and Bacon in a mass A spoon around the vessel pass, A bunch of parsley, and a leaf Of ever-verdant bay, Two cloves-I make my language brief— Then add your Peas you may! And let it simmer till it sings In a delicious strain, Then take your Duck, nor let the strings For trussing it remain. The parsley fail not to remove, Dish up your Duck-the sauce improve In the accustom'd way, With pepper, salt, and other things, I need not here explain: And, if the dish contentment brings, CURRY. THREE pounds of veal my darling girl prepares, And stews them in a pan until they 're brown'd. What's next my dexterous little girl will do? And, when the dish has stewed for half-an-hour, P. S. Beef, mutton, rabbit, if you wish; THE RAILWAY GILPIN. JOHN GILPIN is a citizen; For lineage of renown, The famed JOHN GILPIN'S grandson, he To our JOHN GILPIN said his dear, "To-morrew is a leisure day, "My sister takes our eldest child; JOHN soon replied, "I don't admire That railway, I, for one; But you know best, my dearest dear, "I, as a linen-draper bold, Will risk my limbs, and go." PUNCH |