CELEBRATED HONEY ALMOND PASTE.--Take honey, one pound; white bitter paste, one pound; expressed oil of bitter almonds, two pounds; yolks of eggs, five. Heat the honey, strain, then add the bitter paste, knead well together, and, lastly, add the eggs and oil in alternate portions. INVALUABLE OINTMENT.--Obtain a pint of real cream, let it simmer over the fire, or on the side, till it resembles butter, and forms a thick oily substance, which may be used as ointment for fresh or old wounds, cracked lips or hands. CHAPPED HANDS.--Mix a quarter of a pound of unsalted hog's-lard, which should be washed first in water and then in rose-water, with the yolk of a new-laid egg and a large spoonful of honey. Add to this as much fine oatmeal or almond paste as will make the whole into a paste, and apply this after washing the hands. TO MAKE WASH-BALLS.--Take two pounds of new white soap, and shave thin into a teacupful of rose-water, pouring in as much boiling water as will soften it. Put into a pipkin a pint of sweet oil, fourpennyworth of oil of almonds, half a pound of spermaceti, and set all over the fire till dissolved; then add the soap, and half a pound of camphor that has been first reduced to powder by rubbing it in a mortar with a few drops of spirit of wine or lavender-water. Boil ten minutes; then pour it into a basin, and stir till it is quite thick enough to roll up into hard balls. TO CLEAN WHITE VEILS.--Put the veil in a solution of white soap, and let it simmer a quarter of an hour; squeeze it in some warm water and soap till quite clean. Rinse it from soap, and then in clean cold water, in which is a drop of liquid blue; then pour boiling water on a teaspoonful of starch, run the veil through this, and clear it well by clapping it. Afterwards pin it out, keeping the edges straight and even. Centre-Table Gossip. A WARNING TO LOVERS. The following delicate translation from the German we commend to all just betrothed lovers, or those who are enduring the anxieties and suspense of a long engagement. It has the burden of more than one life in which pride has made a wreck of happiness. HOW IT HAPPENS. FROM THE GERMAN OF EMANUEL GEIBEL. They said to her. "He loves thee not, he speaks False vows, he plays but with thee." Then she grieved And bowed her head, and tears pearled from her cheeks, Like dew from roses. Oh, that she believed! For when he came, and saw her doubting mood, His heart grew wayward: not to show his sorrow, He sang, and played, and drank, and laughed aloud-- Then wept in secret till the morrow.