DETROIT, JULY 14:, 1888.

 

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD--r8upplement.

 

 

THA T D EPENDS.

“ the is older far,” you say,
“ Than the man . he weds to-day:

‘ He will tire 'of fadirg cheek,
Whitening hair and be dy weak;

" Long for youth and girlish grace—
Love another in her place.”

That depends! If soul to soul
Wedded be, as parts of whole;

If her mind has depths for him,
Filled with knowledge to the brim;

if her heart has held him fast
In the leashes of the past,

laking perfect r eace and rest;
Satisfied with love’s behest;

Two in one, like polar star,
Nothing can their future mar.

Love holds not by voice tr eye.
Silken hair or lips that vie

With the roses. Love complete,
last be God like, strong and sweet.

Love knows neith r age nor time,
Pure. all—healing and sublime.
~Sarah K. Bolton.

____...———

WOMAN.

 

When Eve brought woe to all mankind.
Old Adam called her woe-man;

But when she wooed with love so kind,
lie then pronounced it woo-man.

But now with folly and with pride,
Their husbands’ pockets trimming,
Theladies are so full of whims
That peeple call them whim-men.

._.__m————

Oh, if you would but learn to know

How swrft and sure one word can go,

How would we weigh with rtmost care

Each thought tefore it sought the air,

And only speak the words that move

Like white-winged messengers of love.
—I. E. Dtkenza.

———-OOO--—

THE SWEET GIRL GRADUATE.

 

All the newspapers in all our towns and
villages have published the programmes of
the Commencement exercises of their re-
spective high schools and colleges, giving
more or less extended summaries of the
essays read, and often what is supposed to
be of equal interest and as much import-
ance, descriptions of the dresses worn.
The woman who has been through all these
exciting experiences and grown world-worn
and weary learning the .lesson of a plain,

 

 

practical, bread-and-butter life, smiles a
little to herself at these soarings to Olym-
pian heights, this theoretical solving of
life’s profoundest problems, and then sighs
a little sigh at remembrance of her own
Commencement Day, when the world seemed
her oyster, to open at the tsp of the teacher’s
birch. But her heart goes out to these sweet
young girls, as fresh as June’s roses, with all
their untried ambitions, their inexperience,
their “bitter waters” yet to drink.

After Commencement, what?

How many of those who concluded a
course of study with the summer solstice.
have before thema definite plan by which
they mean to shape their lives? How many,
twenty years hence, will look back upon the
plans and ambitions of their Commence-
ment Day, and be able to say they are what
they then hoped to be, that they have
reached the goal, or are even within reach
of it! We talk of shaping our lives as we
please, of moulding our own destinies, yet I
often think we are in reality like the ball
between battledore and shuttlecock, tossed
here and there by'Fate and Circumstance
as passively—or at least as helplessly—as it.
Much is said about setting our aim high
and moving forward steadily, forgetting
that in so doing we must be blind and in-
different to the rights and needs of others,
whose liv s are linked with ours. George
Eliot says: “ We cannot choose duties; they
are like children born to us; we must ac-
cept them, and do the best we can by them;
we dare not repudiate them.” So a sacri-
fice of our own hopes is often demanded of
us, as offering upon the altar of Duty.

The girl who “went through” her course
merely because it seemed the proper thing
to do, and whose per cent on examination
was only high enough to just let her pass
from class to class, is like “Rip Van Win-
kle’s ” last glass—she “ don’t count.” She
will put her books on the top shelf of a dark
closet, feeling her education is finished, and
“plunge madly into the whirling vertex”
of what she calls enjoyment—picnics and
parties and beaux. No one need waste
sympathy on her “unsatisfied ambitions,”
she has none beyond a wish to marry well.
All her life will be “bound in shallows”
but she won’t mind; indeed, she won’t
know it.

But the earnest student has been grow-
ing, mentally, with each successive term.
For years she has been absorbed in duties
in which the routine of schoolwork has been
the principal feature. She knows the keen
delights and triumphs of intellectual
achievement, and when she goes home,

   

how tame and dull and quiet it seems, as
soon as the first flush of fruition is over!
She finds the home just as she left it, un—
changed in both outward and inward life: it
seems pleasant to be there, yet she misses
something which hitherto to her has been
essential life, and grows discontented and
restless. Her newly awakened faculties
must be exercised, she must still feel she
is growing or she cannot be happy. And
this feeling is often misunderstood by
parents, who think her restlessness due to
loss of love for home, and desire for gaiety;
they blame her education for making her
restless, without reflecting the very aim and
end of education is growth, and that ment: 1
growth must outstrip old ideas as physical
development leaves behind the outgrown
garments.

If at this critical time there could follow
the education in some industrial art, which
should afford exercise for the developed
faculties. work for the hands and money
for the purse, the question what to do with
our girls is satisfactorily answered. There
would be less business for our divorce
courts, fewer women wearing themselves
out in friction against the “ must be ” were
girls as well as boys taught that the right to
labor is a divine inheritance. The girl who
can support herself does not marry for the
sake of a home. and men know it.

“ To her of my love I shall never speak,
’Twould be vain, I clearly see——
- Maria g. ts sixteen dollars a week,
And what does she want of me 1'"

Steady, useful, remnnerative employment
keeps many a girl from entanglements with
silly “dudes” she has no time for nonsense,
the dignity of her work lifts her above the
snares set for the idle and discontented, for
Satan works mischief with idle brains as
well as idle hands.

So, when your “girl graduate” comes
home from school or college, with a lot of
new ideas you are inclined to call “high-
falutin”—whatever that may mean—and
some little refinements you sarcastically
refer to as “ putting on style,” and a great
wish in her heart to do something to help
herself and to continue the work you have
aided her to begin, which you refer to in
confidential interviews with your wife as
“d— nonsense,” take all these things
into consideration and instead of bidding
her make puddings and mend shirts, help
her to a life which shall satisfy in some
measure her newly formed ambitions. The
old thought was that the girl whose educa-
tion was “finished,” was to sit waiting at
home for some one to come and marry her

and take her to a home of her own. But

 

nowdays, the girl who believes in herself


 

  

INTENTIONAL SECOND EXPOSURE

4:

THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

 

but. a facsimile of her husband's, there
are a variety of questions and subjects,
upon which they entertain vastly different
ideas. Take for instance, temperance and
public morals. If as is said woman’s in-
fluence is refining, if wherever she is in'
troduced there comes with her courtesy,
cleanliness, sobriety, morality and order,
certainly then giving her the ballot would
have a beneficial effect upon politics; for in
their present state they are filthy and cor-
rupt-nothing but acesspool. If there is
any one thing that needs reconstruction it
is politics. The democratic party of to—day
differs materially from Jefferson’s time.
There are none of the old school republi-
cans. There are. no statesmen like Henry
Clay, John C. Calhoun, Daniel Webster.
The popular cry is not for the best men,
but the most money. Scarcely a man is
considered elegible for Congress unless he
represents a silver mine or a pine forest, or
owns the whole Pacific coast. The time
has gone by when the best men are sifted
out from the masses—like wheat from the
chaff and gold from the dross—to represent
the people. Men come forward and beg the
office: they not only beg but are willing to
pay for the privilege of “getting there.”
Whether true philanthrophy prompts the
act, is best determined by the manner in
which they serve their party. There was
never a time when so much money was
represented in Washington, when enter-
tainments were so princely; the receptions
are miniature courts, and this in our boasted
land of liberty, our America that plants her
stars and stripes on every shore, and waves
a welcome to all countries, to come to our
land of freedom and equality. To what are
we drifting, unless it be to that aristocracy
that we have claimed we had 1.0'.
(To be continued.)

 

F———-—

FOR THE GIRLS.

A handsome paper rack is made of two
thick pieces of cardboard, the edges bevel-
ed and gilded. The board intended for the
back is much larger than the front; these
boards are laced at the side with gold cord
from the top to the bottom of the smaller
piece. Any design may be painted on these.
but a very novel and pretty one represented
an old man, seated at atable, reading by
candle-light. There are many flowers that
can be appropriately used as patterns, a
spray of dogwood blossoms, for instance.
Ribbon bows are used at the corners of the
case.

A pretty little thing to strike matches on
is made of ribbon about three inches wide
and seven long. it is fringed out at the
bottom about an inch and hung from the
top with a narrow ribbon of the same
shade. 0n the bottom of the wide ribbon
just above the fringe is a piece of sandpaper
about one and a half inches wide and as
long as the ribbon is wide. A similar piece
one-half inch wide is glued on at the top:
between these pieces of sandpaper on the
ribbon in gold are the words, “I mind not
your scratches if you keep me in matches,”
in quaint lettering.

A pretty square table cover is made of
olive felt, just the size of the table and
pinktd around the edges. Number nine

 

olive ribbon was sewed on the cloth about
two inches from each corner; this ribbon
was brought down and tied in a loose bow
on each corner of the table. About three or
four yards of ribbon will be required.

if you wish a piece of the new white and
gold furniture, now so stylish, buy a Shaker
rocker, and apply two coats of white paint,
then, after it is thoroughly dry, two coats of
varnish; add fancy cushions to back and
seat, or add ribbon bows. The gold paints
enable you to put on the rings of gilt on

the frame.
o.———-—

FASHION ITEMS.

 

For traveling dresses designed for long
journeys by rail or steamer, homespun,
cheviot, serges and rough-finished fabrics
are preferred. They may be made up with
a pleated lower skirt, and a long drapery
nearly covering it. andaplain basque or
pleated Norfolk jacket. Waistcoats and
jackets are liked for these dresses. as they
look less plain than the severe basque. The
waistcoat is often a full blouse of surah or
silk, made long enough to fall over and con-
ceal the band which confines it to the waist.
The same idea is pretty for street dresses,
and one can vary her costume by having
one blouse waist of silk the color of her
dress and another of cream or other con-
trasting color.

Percale collars, chemisettes and surfs are
worn again with wash dresses, as also white
pique and Marseilles vests and chemisettee;
these are especially pretty with the sateen
dresses so much worn. This may be called
“the sateen season"—fully one-third of
the dresses one sees in our streets on a
pleasant afternoon are of this material,
made in every conceivable style and of all
degrees of “fit.”

For boating parties, young girls wear
straight skirts of blue flannel, with perhaps
a few tucks, and blouse waists which can be
braided with white if desired; the sleeves
are loose and full, with wristbands, and
the re is a sailor collar. Around the neck is
carelessly knotted a large silk handkerchief
of navy blue, cream or red silk: and the
hat is anavy blue sailor with a band of
white ribbon.

White bonuets ; for',~" wear with white
dresses are of white chip or fancy straw,
faced with black velvet and trimmed wi'h
large clusters of tine flowers, though scarlet
poppies, rests, and yellow daffodils are all
favorities. A large upright bow of ribbon
is added on one side, or the (lowers are
veiled in puffs of white brussels net, which
also forms the ties.

Hats which are very becoming to some
faces have narrow rolled brims coming
over the forehead, and covered with loose
folds of velvet. The remainder of the hat
is covered with blackjace laid in pleats
from the crown down to the sides. The
joining of the lace in the middle of the
crown is concealed under a bow of ribbon,
and the front is trimmed with a few flow—
ers and upright loops of ribbon.

Ayoung lady who likes novelty and is
not afraid to “lead the style,” may wear a
basque out very short and pointed in front,
with a twisted belt or series of folds to
dr fine and yet conceal the union of skirt
and waist. Such a bodice should have full

 

loose folds sewed in with the shoulder
seams and narrowing to a point in front.
A lace cascade or jabot down the front is
a dressy addition. The skirt of such a
dress may have one deep flounce entirely
around theskirt, and a panel of six flounces
on the right side. The drapery is disposed
in deep straight folds sloped and folded
back on each side of the panel in an irregu-
lar cascade. 1f of wool goods the edges of
this drapery may be heavily buttonhcled
in silk of a darker tint. This style is very
becoming to slight, short figures, as the
long straight folds apparently increase the
height.

Ginghams, which may be bought for in
to 25 cents, and which, though not. as fine
as the 40 cent goods, still wear and wash
quite as well, are made up with plain un-
lined waists to be worn with wide belts,
and have surplice folds in front. The skirt
has long very full drapery pleated under
the belt at the back, and an apron with
sides Shirred on cords for convenience in
ironing. These dresses look very neat and
trim, and though not quite as fashionable as
sateen, are serviceable. The woman who
can do up her own wash dresses can dress
very nicely indeed on a limited sum, for all
Cotton goods are marvelously cheap. But
she needs one wool dress for outdoor wear
on damp days and rainy ones, when a
cotton dress gets limp and stringy. But
the individual who has to pay for having
such dresses “done up” will do well not
to yield to temptation when she inspects the
dainty cambrics, lawns, batistes and white
goods on the merchants’ counters, for by the
time she has paid her washwoman 75 cents
for amanipulation of it which “ runs ” the
colors, and sends it home stiff as a board,
she is fain to conclude there’s “no money”
in wash dresses for her.

—-—--+o+—

 

Useful Recipes.

 

VASILLA lca Grimm—Put one pint of milk
into a pail set in a kettle of hot water, or use
a double boiler. Beat two eggs, 8. small hair"
cup of flour, one cup sugar, and when the
milk is boiling hot add to the mixture. Boil
about fifteen minutes. stirring often. Take
from ihr- stove: add one quart of cream, an-
other cup of sugar, and one and ore-half
table-Spoonfuls of vanilla. Stir well, and set
away in cool: then freeze.

 

Cuocor..\'ru Cumin-Beat two eggs very
light, and add two cups of sugar. Heat one
pint of milk to the boiling point and pour
over the rggs and sugar slowly, beating it at
the same time. Rub five. tablespoonl‘uls of
chocolate into sufficient milk to dissolve and
add to the mixture. Beat it thoroughly and
set the dish back upon the. stove or in the
double boiler to cock till it thickens. Then
cool it and add a little vanilla flavoring. When
the cusrard is cold beat in one quart of cream
and freeze.

 

h‘nnrmixu.—To freeze a cream, adj net
the parts of the freezer properly, pour the
mixture into the can and give the handle a
turn or two to sec- that it works right, before
packing. The ice may be broken small by
placing in a canvas bag and pounding with a
wooden mailer. There should be three times
as much ice as salt. Do not pour or! the wa_
ter which farms in the freezing process un-
less it is likely tooverflow into the can. Half
an hour will be sufficient to freeze it.

 

 


 

 

 

 
 
  
   

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DETROIT, JULY 1%, 1888.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THA T DEPENDS.

“ She is older far,“ you say.
" Than the man i he weus today:

‘He will tire of fadir g cheek.
Whitening hair and bcdy weak:

" Long for youth and girlish grace—-
Love ancther ir. her place.”

That depends! If soul to soul
Wedded be, as parts of whole:

If her mind has depths for him,
Filled with knowledge to the brim 2

If her heart has held him fast
In the leashes of the past,

Making perfect r eace and rest:
Satisfied with love’s behest;

Two in one, like polar star,
Nothing can their future mar.

Love holds not by voice (r eye.
Silken hair or tips that vie

With the roses. Love complete,
Must be God like, strong and sweet.

Love knows neith r age nor time,
Pure, all-healing and sublime.
-—Sarah K. Bolton.

.__—...-——-————

WOMAN.

 

When Eve brought woe to all mankind.
Old Adam called her woe-man:

But when she wooed with love so kind.
lie then pronounced it woo-man.

But now with folly and with pride.
Their husbands’ pockets trimming.
Theladies are so full of whims
That people call them whim-men.

__.—....————

Oh, if you would but learn to know

How swaft and sure one word can go,

How would we weigh with r tmost care

Each thought tefore it sought the air,

And only speak the words that move

Like white-winged messengers of love.
—I. E. Dikenza.

———¢w——

THE SWEET GIRL GRADUATE.

 

All the newspapers in all our towns and
villages have published the programmes of
the Commencement exercises of their re-
spective high schools and colleges, giving
more or less extended summaries of the
essays read, and often what is supposed to
be of equal interest and as much import-
ance, descriptions of the dresses worn.
The woman who has been through all these
exciting experiences and grown world-worn
and weary learning the lesson of a plain,

 

 

practical, bread-and-butter life, smiles a
little to herself at these soarings to Olym-
pian heights, this theoretical solving of
life’s profoundest problems, and then sighs
a little sigh at remembrance of her own
Commencement Day, when the world seemed
her oyster, toopen at the tsp of the teacher‘s
birch. But her heart goes out to these sweet
young girls, as fresh as J une’s roses, with all
their untried ambitions, their inexperience,
their “ bitter waters” yet to drink.
After Commencement, what?

How many of those who concluded a
course of study with the summer solstice,
have. before thema definite plan by which
they mean to shape their lives? How many,
twenty years hence, will look back upon the
plans and ambitions of their Commence-
ment Day, and be able to say they are what
they then hoped to be, that they have
reached the goal, or are even within reach
of it! We talk of shaping our lives as we
please, of moulding our own destinies, yet I
often think we are in reality like the ball
between battledore and shuttlecock, tossed
here and there by "Fate and Circumstance
as passively—or at least as helplessly—as it.
Much is said about setting our aim high
and moving forward steadily, forgetting
that in so doing we must be blind and in-
different to the rights and needs of others,
whose liv s are linked with ours. George
Eliot says: “ We cannot choose duties; they
are like children born to us; we must ac-
cept them, and do the best we can by them;
we dare not repudiate them.” So a sacri-
fice of our own hopes is often demanded of
us, as offering upon the altar of Duty.

The girl who “went through” her course
merely because it seemed the proper thing
to do, and whose per cent on examination
was only high enough to just le: her pass
from class to class, is like “Rip Van Win-
kle’s ” last glass—she “don’t count.” She
will put her books on the top shelf of a dark
closet, feeling her education is finished, and
“plunge madly into the whirling vortex”
of what she calls enjoyment—picnics and
parties and beaux. No one need waste
sympathy on her “unsatisfied ambitions,”
she has none beyond a wish to marry well.
All her life will be “bound in shallows”
but she won’t mind; indeed, she won’t
know it.

But the earnest student has been grow-
ing, mentally, with each successive term.
For years she has been absorbed in duties
in which the routine of schoolwork has been
the principal feature. She knows the keen
delights and triumphs of intellectual
achievement, and when she goes home,

 

how tame and dull and quiet it seems, as
soon as the first flush of fruition is overi
She finds the home just as she left it. un—
changed ih both outward and inward life: it
seems pleasant to be there, yet she misses
something wh’ch hitherto to her has been
essenti:-.l life, and grows discontented and
restless. IIer newly awakened faculties
must be exercised, she must still feel she
is growing or she cannot be happy. And
this feeling is often misunderstood by
parents, who think her restlessness due in
loss of love for home, and desire for gates} :
they blame her education for making her
restless, without It llecting the very aim and
end of education is growth, and that ment: 1
growth must outstrip old ideas as physical
development leaves behind the outgrown
garments.

If at this critical time there could follow
the education in some industrial art, which
should afford exercise for the developed
faculties, work for the hands and monry
for the purse, the question what to do with
our girls is satisfactorily answered. There
would be less business for our divorce
courts, fewer women wearing themselves
out in friction against the “must be ” were
girls as well as boys taught that the right to
labor is a divine inheritance. The girl who
can support herself does not marry for the
sake of a home, and men know it.

“ To her of my love I shall never speak,
‘Twonld be Vain, [clearly see——
Maria g ts sixteen dollars a week.
And what does she want of me?"

Steady, useful, remunerative employment
keeps many a girl from entanglements with
silly “dudes ;” she has no time for nonsense,
the dignity of her work lifts her above the
snares set for the idle and discontented, for
Satan works mischief with idle brains as
well as idle hands.

So, when your “girl graduate" comes
home from school or college, with a lot of
new ideas you are inclined to call “high-
falutin”—-whatever that may mean—and
some little refinements you sarcastically
refer to as “ putting on style,” and a great
wish in her heart to do something to help
herself and to continue the work you have
aided her to begin, which you refer to in
confidential interviews with your wife as
“d——— nonsense,” take all these things
into consideration and instead of bidding
her make puddings and mend shirts, help
her to a. life which shall satisfy in some
measure her newly formed ambitions. The
old thought was that the girl whose educa-
tion was “finished,” was to sit waiting at
home for some one to come and marry her
and take her to a home of her own. But
nowdays, the girl who believes in herself

 


 

 

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may dare to seek any congenial work, and
be more honored in the doing than it she
sat idly at home. So do not ridicule your
daughter’s new-born aspirations: nor her
desire to support herself. I have heard
fathers wonder why their girls were not
contented. saying they had good homes and
ought to be satisfied, when the daughters
did not have five dollars they could call
t‘ieir own once in six months, and any lit-
tle proposed improvement in the home sur-
roundings was met with “ I can’t afford it 3”
Do not grudge the dollars for afew new
books, nor for papers and magazines, and
take an interest in them yourself. There
must be home advantages and social
privileges, and “things like other folks,”
if you will keep your caged birds singing.
The young woman just from school must
not be made to feel the home life is non-
progressrve, but that in its atmOSphere she
can continue to develop.

And the girls must remember that rarely
is it given us in this world to do that work
which we feel would be most congenial.
We want to do something so grand, so use-
ful. that the “beiitting cares” seem con:
temptible by contrast. In looking for the
stars we are apt to stumble over obstacles
an humbler light would reveal. We dis-
dain the small things, forgetting that in de-
tails lies the perfection of the whole; we
want to mould our lives as we will, though
others may have claims upon us which we
ought not to ignore. A giving up of one’s
cherished hopes for a life of self-sacrifice
seems terrible, yet a blessing invariably fol-
lows if we do not rob our sacrifice of its
merit by complaints. There is not a trouble
in the world which patience will not out-
wear, notasorrow it will not soften.

But here Iam, talking of patience and
self sacrifice and “sweet girl graduates,”
all in the same letter. Is it, I wonder, be-
cause, looking backward, those who have
“cometo forty year” realize through their
own experiences, what heights and depths
of happiness and pain a score of years will
bring to even the most joyous hearts?

BEATRIX. ‘

——ooo————

A DAY IN JUNE.

 

The poet who sings, “ What so rare as a
day in J une,” would hardly have proceeded
so beautifully in description, had he been
obliged to sit by a fire to keep warm, and
watch the dull rain falling lazily outside.
Thought is the product of environment,
the inspiration and thrill which nature
communicates to us through the influence
of beauty and truth. It weaves itself about
fact and fancy, constructing and recon—
structing with wonderful rapidity.

I sometimes think, if we knew how much
the inner nature is changed by a new
course of thought, if we could see clearly a
fresh gathered experience lying upon our
hearts with all the fruition experience
yields, we would regard this subtle, recep-
tive soul-power with wonder as well as
consternation. One of the grandest and
deepest lessons of life is to search out those
powers of thought and those influences in
nature which place us, in a large degree,
beyond the control of morbid and unhealth-
ful expression either in body or mind.

  

Nature is rich in aids and devices to beautify
the body and build up the soul. As I watch
the childr en running over the sunny grass,
chasing each other in familiar games under
the joyous excitement of childhood, 1 ques-
tion it naturally the time should so early
come when they put all this glee and health-
ful exercise away for the “ accomplish-
ments” of young ladyhood. And we see
the merry child a “young lady” grown,
carefully guarding herself from any direct
rays of sunshine by a parasol, her lungs
compressed, breathing only half the
“breath of life” she should, turning from
nature to art for the secret of power and
beauty, all this proving how few there are
who search for the true understanding of
oeing.

Do you know what is in the air? There
is beauty, there is power and life. Breathe
and live. Not the little puff in the upper
part of the lungs, but breathe deep and
long; take meals of air, until the warm cur-
rent sweeps along the veins, until the eye
glows, and the cheek flushes with the
vitalized blood.

Do you know the wondrous chenistry of
the sunbeam? It has hidden fire in the
rock, it has stored flame in the dark recesses
of the earth. It forms the precious stones,
and in its secret laboratory flashes into them
all its brilliant hues; it waves in the field,
trembles in the leaves, flashes in the bow of
heaven, quivers in the dew. It lies upon
the bosom of the rose, it flows in the stream.
lt warms and thrills our complex being into
j )y, both through what we see and all we
feel. Let there be sunlight, and let its
shining burn upon the altar of life, purify-
ing the entire being.

Nature is the great physician. She in-
vites us all to partake of her abundant
vitality. She woos us to her forests and her
streams, she fascinates us by the magic of
her lights and shadows. She is sincere in
expression, rugged, but genuine. She
takes us close to her great, loving heart;
she caresses, while our pained hearts throb
against her calm bosom. Into the mystery
of her life and healing power she invites us.
Freely we may come, and, seeking, freely
we receive.

The month of June records a day of rare
pleasure spent in the rustic park of this,
the “Parlor City” of the Empire State.
The park comprises about one hundred
acres out from the city, and is a wild and
picturesque spot to one who dwells among
the fair fields of Michigan. Nature has
given the place charms, while man has
interfered little with the “forest primeval.”
The fragrant pine and hemlock mingle
with the commoner trees of the wood; over-
hanging the gorges paths are cutout or
formed by the rocks, and drives encircle
the whole. At the top of the great hill,
there is to had a lovely view of the city be-
low, encircled by its shining rivers. Yet
the pleasure was not so much in seeing, as
in feeling, and in the restfulness and deep
suggestiveness of the place. The beautiful
wood where we gathered the young winter—
greens, the fine, pure air, the freedom and
joyous influence of the place, all charmed
the soul into sympathy with nature, until
it seemed as though the springing hope of

 

the heart, and the griefs and perplexities
of maturer years faded into the far away.
Nature draws us near to the soul of things.
where peace and strength abide.

Then the rare sunset on the quiet hills,
where the snowy daisies spread like the
misty milky way across the sky; the glory
of red and gold thrown wide across the.
blue heaven, while the shadows creep down
the hillsides to the wild flowers at their
feet and the shining river below. The
wonder and beauty of the sunset is a thing
eternal in its story to the human heart,
thrilling again and again its picture deep
into the gallery of the soul whose answering
sympathy allies it to the great spirit of
nature, which is Love. s. M. G.
BISGHAMPTON, N. Y.

_.___...___—_

JULY 4TH, 1888.

 

Why do we, the people. celebrate the
Fourth? That is, what are our motives in
gathering together to carry out the pro-
gramme of the day as arranged by our com-
mittee? We surely are a long way off from
love and reverence for our valiant fors-
fathers, or a desire to show our grateful
remembrance of their noble action on the
fourth of July, one hundred and twelve
years since.

The enterprising townspeople arrange
foracelebration and give their money to
help it along, in hopes of making extra sales
or coining money by “running a stand.”
Then we farmers attend if we have time, or
are not haying, and spend what we can
afford. So far, so good, but that is as far as
it goes. Who of all the participants really
values the day for its associations, or cares
for anything more than to have a good time
or to “make something? "

In this day love of self overbilances love
of country. If danger threatened the nation
every heart would leap with patriotism, and
lives would be willingly laid down for her
safety. Yet 1 wish that men would mani-
fest their patriotism in time of peace. It is
one of the highest attributes of man, and is
next to religion as a sentiment. Indeed I
believe that a patriotic man without re-
ligion is a better person than a religious
man without patriotism. The truly patri-
otic are never truly bad. There is some-
thing so noble and uplifting in real patrio-
tism that the most ignorant citizen if he
loves his country can not fail to be a better
father and a better husband, as well as a
better citizen because of that sentiment.

Parents then should teach their children
patriotism by example and precept. If they
do not learn it in childhood they will not
acquire it later.

I remember riding past a home one In-
dependence Day and seeing two children on
the top fastening a large Union flag to the
chimney. “ What apretty way,” I thought,
“of remembering the day! So much more
expressive than the fire cracker and the
pistol.” Yet these are not out of place so

long as they serve their purpose, and the
oration and the fireworks are commendable
Observances on the Fourth. But surely
climbing greased poles and footracing, and
the spirit in which they are witnessed are to

 

childhood again lay fresh and sweet upon

PBISCILLA.

be deprecated.

  

 


 

WOMAN AND HER SPHERE.

 

{ Paper read by Mrs. E. T. Sprague (Evangeline)
before the Calhoun County Farmers’ Insitute,
Feb. 23rd, 1888.]

( Concluded.)

We are told by these advocates of
woman’s rights that giving her the ballot
will elevate her position. I hardly think
that it is necessary to open up new spheres
of action, for we have evidence of what
woman can and has done for herself with-
out the ballot; but would it be advisable for
all women to pursue the same course?
That woman has asphere and profession
that God and Nature have assigned her is
very evident, and that is family life.
Duties to the SZate and public life she may
have, but the public duties of women mus
bear to their family ones the same relation
that the family duties of men bear to their
public ones. Instead of talking so much to
woman about her rights, teach her her
duties. Woman’s education in a great
measure is too limited; when she reaches
womanhood she is unfitted for the duties
that await her. Then where does the
trouble lie? With the mothers. Mother-
hood, the crowning glory of woman, is
shirked in every conceivable manner.
Women enter the marriage state with little
or no idea of its duties, their sole aim has
been to get married. We have two dis-
tinct classes of women. The class who
marry young, supposing a home can run
itself; their health becomes impaired, their
beauty faded and gone, with the excitement
of society, ignorant, untrained help to do
their domestic work, and care for their little

ones. In direct contrast to these women
who are perishing from too much care
stands another class who have developed
their brains but not their muscles, but who
are eminently fitted to go into houses with
all the modern improvements, discharge
the duties, shoulder the cares and perform
the labors; but would beg rather than be
paid domestics; would prefer starvation, be
dependents—anything would be preferable
to being called “hired help.”

Christian democracy has not yet at-
tained development. Domestic labor
has not yet realized its true dignity.
These agitators of woman’s rights
have not looked at this matter as they
ought. Their cry is reform. They say
to men: “Throw away your whisky, bil-
liards, etc., and reform.” Man was never a
greater slave to his appetite than woman is
to her pride. Fashion and position are
idols before which she bows in silent
homage. Does a strange woman rap at the
door of society for admittance, what is the
first question asked about her? If she is
educated, refined, if she would be a desirable
addition to society? on no! but rather
“Who was her father? What does her hus-
band do for a living. Does she keep hired
help? Has she got a sealskin cloak?” Oh,
woman, give of your best, show that sweet
sympathetic nature that is rightfully yours,
measure your own sex by true work, by
capacity of brain and soul, by what lies
inside that body rather than by what decks
the outside. Instead of opening up new

ways, strange avenues for women, better
straighten out some of the old ways. Try

THE HOUSEHOLD.

gery,” remove some of the obstacles that
lie in its way. Teach the daughters that
it is frilly as much of an accomplishment to
makea loaf of bread properly, as to sketch a
landsc tpe, that a correct eye and artistic
taste can be shown as weil in the arrange-
ment of a tea-table, storeroom and pantry.
as in giving an artistic air to drawing-room
and parlor; in hanging a picture or draping
a curtain; that a well cooked and served
meal is quite as satisfactory at times, as a
symphony from Bsetliove. . Housework
demands brain as well as muscle. Domestic
economy is just as practical as political
economy.

No woman can develop her brain without
enlivening her finger ends, and if after the
training and development of a good liberal
practical education, she looks down upon
labor with contempt, and studies every pos-

fiuence will surely fall upon those who are
obliged to do it, and they in turn will
have a like contempt. The class who go to
factories, printing ofiices, shops, behind
counters, should be in good respectible
homes relieving the mother’s cares, caring
for the sick, honored and reSpected. The
girl who does as little work as she can for
the money, and hopes in time to marry, so
she will have some one to take care of her,
shows just as much sense as her mistress,
who probably accepted her first ofi‘er for
the very same reason. When housework
becomes an inspiration, when it is fashion-
able to work, to bake and brew, broil and
stew, the ones who get as far away from it
now as possible will be the class that we
shall depend on for help.

Educate the daughters, show them their
true sphere, train them for it, so that their
duties will be performed, not avoided, and
when the time comes that woman has the
ballot, as come it surely will, she will not
bring an ignorant vote—to-day shows the
evil effect of that—but rather good broad
views, impartial judgment, and good prac-
tical common sense.

There will always be women who have “a
mission,” who spend their lives laboring
for their sisters who are abject slaves
trodden under foot and bound with chains.
At their death they receive an ovation, and
in time a monument is raised by subscrip-
tion to perpetuate their memory.

1 am thinking rather of another class of
women who live lives of self denial, self
abnegation, and self sacrifice; women who
are tied to husbands whose evil habits make
life as miserable and unendurable as
though they were tied to a corpse, caring
for the little ones, bringing them through
infantile disorders, bearing with the
whims and caprices of invalids, shoulder-
ing the little cares, the daily prosaic duties,
the friction of all the littleness and petty
annoyances of the day. The world never
hears of these women, their families
scarcely know they are entertaining
angels, they are never fully appreciated,
until they be beneath the willow. 1 would
like to say to these women with a mission:
“Do the duty that lies nearest you, and from
self denial to self denial, from one duty to
another, you will rise to a majesty of
moral strength, that is impossible to any
form of mere self indulgence. It is of souls

 

reform on the so-cailed “domestic drud-

 

sible art and device to shirk it, her in- .

 
 

3

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and self discipline that the living temple
of the perfect hereafter is to be built. The
pain of the discipline is short, but the
glory of the fruition is eternal.” Make the
home what it should be, and our jails and
prisons will lack inmates. Mix your
religion with a little of the beauties of
mother earth, and it will be just as good
and much more effective. Woman’s sphere!
it embraces and includes a great deal. It
is found in the home nest, rearing the wee
birdies, training the wings for tlight into the
outer world, building the character of our
future men and women. In the pulpit, in
the editor’s sanctum, on the rostrum, hold-
ing an audience with words of truth and
eloquence, on the deserted battlefield min-
istering to the wounded, in hospitals, at the
bedside of the suffering, bathing the aching
forehead, closing the eyes in death.

“ The mission of woman permitted to bruise.
’l‘he head of the serpent, and sweetly infuse,
lhro the sorrow and sin of earth‘s registered

curse
The blessing that mitigates all. born to nurse
And to soothe, and to solace, to help and to

es

The sick world that leans on her: to watch
and to wait

To renew, to redeem, and to regenerate."

Teach the daughters that it is not the sole
aim of woman to marry; that she can at-
tain for herself an independent, useful and
happy existence; there are reSponsible
places that she can creditably fill, her in-
fluence can be refining and ennobling. It is
far better to fight the battle of life single
handed than give her hand where there is
no heart. Married life to be truly blest,
truly happy, depends entirely upon the
aflinity of the two who are united.

If soul to soul
Wedded he as parts of whole.
If her mind has depths of him
Filled with rapture to the brim,
If her heart hath held him fast,
In the leashes of the past.
Making perfect peace and rest
5a istied w‘rth love‘s behest.
Two in one! Like polar star,
Nothing can their future mar.
Love holds not by voice or age,
silken hair or lips that vi).
With the roses, love complete,
Must be God-like, srong and sweet.
Love knovvs neither age nor time,
Pure, a1 healing and divine.

w
ONE SOLUTION OF THE HIRED
HELP QUESTION.

When the spring work set in my husband
said: “ You can’t get along alone and had
better look for a girl.” I looked, and
made some inquiries, but as I didn’t want
a poor one and couldn’t get a good one, I
proposed to invest about onehalf of the
“ hired help money” in household conven-
iences and do without a girl, and my pro-
position was finally accepted. First, new
walks were laid at all outside doors, which
saves much dirt being tracked into the
house. Second, new door and window
screens all round. Third, a Grand oil stove,
and no one will believe how much it lightens
work till they try it. 1 do all the work for
a family of six on it, and do not use its full
capacity. And the kitchen is also provided
with a good house tank filled from the wind
mill, and a good cistern and pump.

With all these conveniences I do my
work, but 1 think I owe some of the credit
to Beatrix’s prescription of lemon juice. I
hope the husbands of the HOUSEHOLD
family will provide their wives with house-
hold conveniences and lemons. M.

 

thus sculptured and chiseled by self denial

Scnooncaarr.

  

 


 

4:

THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

 

“0 WHERE SHALL REST BE FOUND?”

——

Surely not on a farm at this season.
HOUSEHOLD letters for a few weeks have
not been among the possibilities, and all on
account of. my “tower.” My three weeks
of summer vacation from the farm were
Spent in Kent and Muskegon Counties, in
cities, villages and country ho 'es, and a
very pleasant time it was. Remembering
the saying that “Short visits make long
friends,” I only tarried so little time with
our numerous “cousins and our aunts,”
that neither the party of the first or of the
second part were wearied, but I have set
apart an immense picture gallery “in my
mind,” and it is crowded with beautiful
views, my mental camera producing them
at will, and they will not fade for many a
day or ever disappear entirely.

That day’s drive winding through the
second growthiimber that crowded close
up to the wheel track, gathering green
bouquets of sweet fern and running vine
and great armfulls of fragrant hemlock
boughs, the light emerald tips on the dark
background of old branches making each
little twig a thing of beauty; then up long
sand hills that had two tracks, the one for
the ascent being planked; past acres and
acres of vineyards, small fruits and vege‘
tables for the Chicago and Muskegon mar-
kets;around the high bluffs where the old
forest trees leaned obliquely over our head s,
the natural bluff rising sheer from the
water, but a road was built of timbers and
slabs and we could go on and on; across
Mona Lake on a sort of pontoon bridge
nearlyahalf mile long, rising and falling
with the tide, the water coming up between
the planks at every step of the horses’ feet,
and for some distance the bridge sank to a
foot or more below the surface; then leaving
our vehicle and walking “Indian file”
up and down, in and out, until we stood on
the wreck-strewn shore of Lake Michigan
where the white-capped waves were rushing
landward, and we were children again
throwing our boats out to sea, each swell
bringing them nearer and the under tow in-
variably sucking them down so that, al-
though they came almost within arms
length, we could never quite grasp them
againgthen in the inlet going out hand in
hand with cautious steps on a piece of nar-
row timber that settled to the wettin g of feet,
all to see and poke with our parasols those
great sturgeon that were vainly trying to
get out of their prison cribs, Oh! it was all
enjoyable.

Then all the beauty and bustle of Muske-
gon and Grand Rapids, for although the
latter stands second to Detroit it in no way
resembles it. Sometimes in driving we
looked up, up, to where the buildings were
far above the street, and other streets were
built up as far above the original level, hills
that only the cable cars could climb, and
short streets that were only a flight of stairs
and no drive-way at all. The broad, shal-
low river is spanned by many bridges and
furnishes power for the immense furniture
factories that make that city famous all
over the world. At Cedar Springs we en-
joyed more of the home life, the Children’s
Day exercises, lectures and sociables being
always appreciated.

It is good for any one to leave their own

 

cares and crosses for a time and go out into
other homes, for they will surely find that
there are many kinds and degrees of trouble.
Though we visited the widow and the
fatherless, feeling that their bereavement
could not be measured, yet when we went
out from one beautiful city home knowing
of the life of absolute fear and danger be-
cause the husband and father, after eighteen
years of domestic felicity, had become a
raving maniac, his one overwhelming pas-
sion being to murder the wife whom he had
so fondly cherished, and having now been
for ten years an “incurable.” Knowing so
much as we learned there of the horror of it
all. the feeling that it was a grief so heavy
that the lives of wife and children were
blighted by it, with no hope of release,
then it was that we realized, as never be-
fore, that there is trouble worse than death.
Taking that view of it, it is something to
be thankful for when we can close the eyes
of our own loved ones after their peaceful
death and know that they are at rest safe
from such sufferings as those wildly insane
brains must endure.

This is not just such a letter as I meant
to write, for I intended to tell the Horse:-
HOLD sisters of some of the home made
fancy work that I learned about, but that
must now wait until another from

Wasnrxcron. El. SEE.
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ONE WOMAN’S VIEWS OF WOMAN
IN POLITICS.

Woman in politics will be as woman is
in all things else, fickle, false and fierce.
She will leave home withaballot in her
hand, which before reaching the poll will be
changed more times than there are candi-
dates. In conventions, in the holding of
(nice, she will prove false to friend and
country. Wherever she meets opposition
she will be fierce and unreasonable. There
will be wrangling and wire-pulling in ways
that never entered into the heart of man.
In debate you will hear not arguments tut
sharp, personal, bitter, slanderous retort.

vae woman unlimited power and you
make of her a tyrant. In her judgments
she would be guided every time by her
sympathies rather than the merits of the
case. She would seek to control our morals,
our religion, our consciences, by legislation.
The foregoing does not refer to the " As
votes my dear John so vote I” woman.
That class do but little good and but little
harm. Neither does the foregoing refer to
the perfect, noble type Of womanhood which
is occasionally found, but to that class
which will and do assume leadership in
order that self may be elevated. Nor is
this merely prophet y, for such woman has
been in the past, and such woman will be
in the future. “That which hath been is
now, and that which is to he hath already
been.”

At the Woman’s Convention did not the
utterances of Mrs. Stanton, one of the
strongest and best of the women suffragists,
prove how fierce and vindictive woman can
be? '

The Female Sufiragist Society at Washing-
ton passed resolutions calling upon all
women to withdraw from the Methodist
Episcopal church it their pastor supported
the General Conference in regard to non-

 

admittance of women delegates. Seeking”.
to control our religion, is it not?

The noble women of the W. C. T. U...
who have bravely fought the liquor traffic
with some success and many failures, now
assert that is suppression can come only
through the prohibition party, that the only
salvation for our country is to put its tru-t
in this prohibition party, and yet the W.
C. T. U. say to that party, “Unless you
put a sulfrage plank in your platform, we'
will no longer support you.” With them
the right to vote outweighs “ for God and
home and native land.”

Some prominent woman—4 can not rc--
call her name nor her exact language—but
it expressed this idea, that woman shou'd
and would cast her vote for the best man,
irrespective of party. Exactly likeawoman!
How is one to know which is the best un-
less personally acquainted with each can—
didate in the field? One can not rely upon
the press, fer the press exalts or defames
according as it is for or against the victim
([ should say candidate). Vote for the man
rather than the party; for the man rather
than measure! The man represents the
principles of the party, not the party the
principles Of the man. You will not find a
strong protectionist at the head of a free
trade party. and if he were he would not
act otherwise than as free traders dictated.

What would be the result of woman in
politics? It would be to increase what is
called the floating vote, and that would
prove a curse to the country. There would
be lack of stability and an uncertainty
that would greatly injure business. It
would be “ Give me this, give me that. or I
will join hands with the anarchist: I
will support the other party,” voting one
year with one party, the next with another,
whose avowed principles are as dilierent as
good and evil. Any one can see what the
result would be.

Talk about civil service reform! if woman.
were in politics she would be decidedly
Opposed to it, she would be civil in nothing.
In fact woman in politics will beacorn--
plete failure, and the results extremely dis--
astrous. Jaxxama.

 

900——

U sei‘ul Recipes.

 

ENGLISH CHEESE Castes—Four ounces ct
butter beaten with a wooden spoon in a. warm
pan until it is creamed; four ounces of pow-
dered sugar; beat well, then add the yolk of
one egg, beat, and add one whole egg; heat
again and stir in four ounces of clean cur-
rents. Line patty pans with rich put! naste',
fill half full, dust with sugar and bake in a
good oven.

 

LEMON Casualties—Prepare the lemon by
grating the yellow rind of two good-Sized
ones. One pound sugar; one half pound but-
ter; one and a fourth pounds flour. Mix, and
set in a cool place or on ice for two hours;
then cut into squares or circles. Dust the
crackers with granulated sugar, Or brush
with white of egg.

 

TOMATO BUTTER—Five quarts tomatoes;
six quarts of apples: stew, separately, mix
well, then add six pounds of sugar; two table.
spoonfuls of grourd cloves and three table-
spoonfuls of cinnamon. Let boll up and put
into jars and seal.