Motherly talks with young housekeepers: embracing eighty-seven brief articles on topics of home interest, and about five hundred choice receipts for cooking, etc.Beecher, H. W., Mrs.
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Motherly talks with young housekeepers: embracing eighty-seven brief articles on topics of home interest, and about five hundred choice receipts for cooking, etc.
Beecher, H. W., Mrs.
Cooking; Home economics
This victim of a selfish and heartless custom has so well portrayed
the annoyances that spring naturally from it, that few words of ours
are needed. But, in justice to the writer, we must assure our readers
that this is no fancy sketch; the half of what the landladies of these
gratuitous hotels are called upon--no, compelled--to endure has not
been told. Happy, if when sick, without help, or unable to afford to
keep any, they do not find it necessary to furnish two or three extra
meals, at different parts of the day, after the family have been fed,
the table and dishes all cleansed, and the weary provider has just sat
down to that large basket of long-delayed mending. Long delayed! And
why? Because the time and strength which might have been given to that
work have been frittered away for those who have no legitimate claim
upon either, and who, perhaps, taking notes of everything which their
presence compels the lady of the house to neglect, go away and requite
her hospitality by criticising her housekeeping and remarking upon her
inefficiency! Or it may be, these long-suffering ladies are rung up at
midnight to receive unscrupulous and untimely guests; or, instead of
one child to look after, they are expected to act as nurse to three or
four. We have tried and known it all, and confess _we don’t like it_.
Aside from the fatigue and inconvenience, the pecuniary tax is often
much heavier than the poor victim can afford to pay. We think the
meanest kind of pilfering is that practised by self-constituted guests.
We would ride, in the darkest night, over the roughest corduroy
roads ever seen at the West in her earliest days, until we found a
_log-tavern_, on the edge of a “clearing,” with no private room, no
eatable food, and a bed already fully inhabited, before we would thus
trespass on any one upon whom we had not strong claims of hearty love
or relationship, and especially without warning. And one who has ever
tried this alternative, will acknowledge that we could not well express
our abhorrence of the practice of “visiting for one’s own convenience”
more forcibly.
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