Chapter on Spices.
Q.What are nutmegs?
A.The nutmeg is the kernel of a large, handsome tree, like a walnut. It is enclosed in the same sort of spongy coat as the walnut; the husk opens at one end, when the fruit is ripe.
Q.What is mace?
A.That which is found between the outer coat of the nutmeg and the kernel.
Q.What is cinnamon?
A.The dried bark of a tree which grows in the East Indies and the island of Ceylon.
Q.What is pepper?
A.The produce of a creeping plant which grows in Java, Sumatra and Malacca.
Q.What is ginger?
A.The root of a plant which grows in the East Indies.
Q.What are cloves?
A.The flower buds of a tree which grows in Malacca.
Q.What are carraway seeds?
A.The seeds of a plant growing wild in many countries.
IDLE MARY.Oh, Mary, this will never do!This work is sadly done, my dear;And then so little of it too!You have not taken pains, I fear.Oh no, your work has been forgotten,Indeed, you’ve hardly thought of that;I saw you roll your ball of cottonAbout the floor to please the cat.See, here are stitches straggling wideAnd others reaching down so far;I’m very sure you have not triedIn this, at least, to please mama.The little girl who will not sew,Must neither be allowed to play;And then I hope, my love, that youWill take more pains another day.
IDLE MARY.Oh, Mary, this will never do!This work is sadly done, my dear;And then so little of it too!You have not taken pains, I fear.Oh no, your work has been forgotten,Indeed, you’ve hardly thought of that;I saw you roll your ball of cottonAbout the floor to please the cat.See, here are stitches straggling wideAnd others reaching down so far;I’m very sure you have not triedIn this, at least, to please mama.The little girl who will not sew,Must neither be allowed to play;And then I hope, my love, that youWill take more pains another day.
IDLE MARY.
Oh, Mary, this will never do!
This work is sadly done, my dear;
And then so little of it too!
You have not taken pains, I fear.
Oh no, your work has been forgotten,Indeed, you’ve hardly thought of that;I saw you roll your ball of cottonAbout the floor to please the cat.
Oh no, your work has been forgotten,
Indeed, you’ve hardly thought of that;
I saw you roll your ball of cotton
About the floor to please the cat.
See, here are stitches straggling wideAnd others reaching down so far;I’m very sure you have not triedIn this, at least, to please mama.
See, here are stitches straggling wide
And others reaching down so far;
I’m very sure you have not tried
In this, at least, to please mama.
The little girl who will not sew,Must neither be allowed to play;And then I hope, my love, that youWill take more pains another day.
The little girl who will not sew,
Must neither be allowed to play;
And then I hope, my love, that you
Will take more pains another day.