The story of my life ; or, The sunshine and shadow of seventy years / by Mary A. Livermore ... with hitherto unrecorded incidents and recollections of three years' experience as an army nurse in the great Civil War, and reminiscences of twenty-five years' experiences on the lecture platform ... to which is added six of her most popular lectures ... with portraits and one hundred and twenty engravings from designs by eminent artists ...

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THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

oysters, and port wine, and then proceeded to arrange the
layers of fish and crackers, as I had seen it done. It filled
the kettle to overflowing, and after gently
boiling the savory concoction twice as long
as directed, it still remained uncooked on
top, while at the bottom it was chowder indeed, and badly scorched in addition. It
was uneatable. And after dark that night,
the masculine head of the house quietly
buried it in a corner of the garden, that the
incompetence of his wife, as a cook, might AN UNSEEN WITnever be discovered and bruited abroad. NES.
My youngest sister was a born housekeeper. She
seemed to have an intuitive knowledge of domestic affairs,
and enjoyed housekeeping and all the work and care it
brings. She could
"cook perfectly, and
bring most appetizing
Sresults out of most
meagre materials. An
adept in fine laundry
St work, skilled in all
I w a delicate operations deS manded in a household,
she was almost a terror
in household sanitation, so thorough were
her notions of.-cleanliIGNOMINIOUB PATE OF MY FIRST FISH
CHOWDER. ness, and so rigorously
After dark, that night, the masculine head of the house did she enforce her
quietly buried it in a corner of the garden.
views on the individuals of the family. I engaged her to come to my relief as
I would a tutor, and put myself under her instruction,