What a teacup will hold--you should first have been told-- Of barley you gently should boil; The pearl-barley choose--'tis the nicest that's sold-- All others the mixture might spoil. Of carrots and turnips, small onions, green peas (If the price of the last don't distress one), Mix plenty; and boil altogether with these Your basin of Broth when you dress one. Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Two hours together the articles boil; There's your basin of Broth, if you'd dress one. CALF'S HEART. Air--"Maid of Athens, ere we part." Maid of all work, as a part Of my dinner, cook a heart; Or, since such a dish is best, Give me that, and leave the rest. Take my orders, ere I go; Heart of calf we'll cook thee so. Buy--to price you're not confined-- Such a heart as suits your mind: Buy some suet--and enough Of the herbs required to stuff; Buy some le non-peel--and, oh! Heart of calf, we'll fill thee so. Buy some onions--just a taste-- Buy enough, but not to waste; Buy two eggs of slender shell Mix, and stir the mixture well; Crumbs of bread among it throw; Heart of calf we'll roast thee so. Maid of all work, when 'tis done, Serve it up to me alone: Rich brown gravy round it roll, Marred by no intruding coal; Currant jelly add--and lo! Heart of calf, I'll eat thee so. THE CHRISTMAS PUDDING. AIR--"Jeannette and Jeannott." If you wish to make a pudding in which every one delights, Of a dozen new-laid eggs you must take the yolks and whites; Beat them well up in a basin till they thoroughly combine, And shred and chop some suet particularly fine; Take a pound of well-stoned raisins, and a pound of currants dried, A pound of pounded sugar, and a pound of peel beside; Stir them all well up together with a pound of wheaten flour, And let them stand and settle for a quarter of an hour; Then tie the pudding in a cloth, and put it in the pot,-- Some people like the water cold, and some prefer it hot; But though I don't know which of these two methods I should praise, I know it ought to boil an hour for every pound it weighs. Oh! if I were Queen of France, or, still better, Pope of Rome, I'd have a Christmas pudding every day I dined at home; And as for other puddings whatever they might be, Why those who like the nasty things should eat them all for me. APPLE PIE. AIR-"All that's bright must fade." All new dishes fade-- The newest oft the fleetest; Of all the pies now made, The Apple's still the sweetest; Cut and come again, The syrup upward springing! While my life and taste remain, To thee my heart is clinging. Other dainties fade-- The newest oft the fleetest; But of all the pies now made, The Apple's still the sweetest.