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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume III, Issue 165, 11 March 1864, Page 2 (Supplement)

A “Down East” Yankee lias invented a rat exterminator, consisting of a sort of powder smilf. The animal jerks its head off at the third sneeze. Preserving Better. —Tn Great Britain, butter is often preserved with a mixture of one part of loaf sugar, one of salt-petre, and two of the best salt. These ingredients are thoroughly mixed, and one ounce of the mixture thoroughly incorporated with one pound of butter. The latter is then potted with the usual precautions, the pots holding from lOlbs to 151bs each, and improves on keeping for many months. In summer fresh butter can be kept co'pl and good for a long space of time, by keeping it. in water saturated with salt. The exceedingly selfish and unjust mistake that some dairy producers in New Zealand make in salting butter is in giving from two to 3 ounces of salt to every pound, which is simply damaging the butter and cheating the purchaser.” A Chixd cannot always Know its own Mother.—“ How do you make that out?” asked every one. “By this billiard table.” There was a billiard table in the adjoining room. They asked him to explain himself, and he related that, two years before, a carriage full of nurses was returning from fetciiing their nurselings from Paris, in order to convey them from Burgundy, and stopped for breakfast at this inn. In order to feel at their ease, the nurses had deposited the children on the billiard table. Whilst they were in the dining-room some wagoners had entered to play a game, and in removing the babies had placed them pell-mell on the benches. The nurses, on their return, were much puzzled how to recognize their nurselings ; for we all know that new] v Lorn children arc exactly alike. So they merely exclaimed, “Well, it can’t be helped,” "and took tne children at random from the pile, merely makirm a point that the sex of the child was all right! Thus at the present day, probably not less than twenty mothers are tenderly lavishing on the children of others the endearing epithets of “ my son” or “my daughter.” —Vidor Hugo.