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THE HOUSEHOLDm=§upplememmo

 

A WOMAN‘S WISH.

 

Would I were lying in a field of clover,
0f clover cool and soft, and soft and sweet,
With dusky clouds in deep skies l anging over,
And scented silence at my head and feet.
Just for one hour to slip the leash of Worry,
In eager haste, from Thonght’s‘impatient neck,
And watch it coursing in its heedless hurry
Disdaining Wisdom’s call or Duty’s beck!
Ah: it vi'ere swoet, where clover clumps are meet
ing
And daisies hiding, so to hide and rest;
No sound except my own heart’s sturdy beating,
Rocking itself to sleep within my breast—

Just to lie there, filled with the deeper breathing
That comes of listening to a wild bird’s song!
Our souls require at times this tn 1 unsheathing—

All swords will rust if scabbard-kept too long;
And I am tired-so tired of rigid duty,
80 tired of all my tired hands find to do!
I yearn, i faint for some of life’s free beauty,
Its loose beads with no straight string running
through!
Ay. laugh, if laugh you will, at my crude speech;
But women sometimes die of such a greed—
Die for the small joys held beyond their reach,
And the assurance they have all they need!
——.l{ary Ashley Townsend.

C———...____

SOUNDS OF A SUMMER NIGHT-

cm.

The unmeaning tinkle of a pianasounds
from around the corner, and is drowned
by the clatter of an empty wagon over the
rough pavement and a fervent “G’lang”
from the impatient driver. A baby wails
dismall'y next door, and the maternal slip-
per falls with thrilling distinctness upon
the urchin who calls out “ Ma, Ma! want
a jink o’ ater.” An amorous couple, “a
bad case of spoons,” take possession of
thehorse-block and punctuate the min-
A troop of
lads march by to the lively music of the
harmonica; then the rustle of silken
skirts and gay girlish voices—and giggles
—-tell of late revelers homeward bound.
Some bibulous soul who has partaken too
freely of Sandwich spring water breaks
into ribald song and is “ run in ” after a
wordy altercation with a policeman. All
the dogs in the block gather under the
window and inaugurate a concert, “ dem-
nition bow-wows ” sure enough. A boat
on the river sends forth an unearthly
scream, and a locomotive cheerfully and
promptly responds. Sleep, coy maiden,
elusive as our hopes of happiness,will not
be wooed, nor visits tired eyes till the
last pedestrian's foot-falls die away and

the great bell in the City Hall
'5, some out three strokes. tower

 

COUNTRY.

Floods of moonlight lie over broad
fields of clover; the stars are dim before the
greater glory of the Queen of Night. The
highway is a broad path of silver stretch-
ing away between shadowy belts of ver-
dure. The lights are out in the farm-
houses; the silence is not the quietude of
death, but rather the cessation of activity;
yet there is a hum of wings in the air,
buds are breaking, leaves are unfolding,
lily chalices are filling with dew, roses are
hiding jewels in their hearts. An owl
calls from the forest; a bird chirps a reas-
suring note to his mate guarding the
opaline eggs in their swinging palace of
twigs; a belated wagon toils heavily
through the sand. There is a lisp of
leaves in the tree-tops as an idle zephyr
from the south coquettes among them, a
rustle through the long grass, a ripple
and murmur adown the serried ranks
of corn. Upon all the gentle dew from
Heaven descends, a benison which revives
and renews. Quiet and peace reign, and
sweet and refreshing slumber visits earth’s
toilers. BEATRIX.

—-——..._.__

OUR FOREIGN POPULATION.

 

Dear ladies of the Household, I pre‘
sume you all have seen the vivid picture
of “Our Foreign Element," portrayed by
Beatrix in the issue of May 27th. If you
haven’t I hope you will at once do so. I
am wondering if with you, as with me, it
has set those atoms that physiologists call
brains, all coursing and running riot in
their chambers, like so many vivacious
children shut up in the garret on a rainy
day, or in rural language, like the seeds
in a dried gourd, which the more ’tis
tossed about, the more it rattles without
rhyme or rhythm. My poor head has
fairly ached in trying to arrange the
thoughts that like weeds cumber and al—
most smother the few clear cut ideas I
possess. Want of practice makes it very
difficult for us to arrange our thoughts
on paper, though we well know there are
ample forces, needing only mental dis-
cipline and drill to form the order in
which they should move, in order to ex-
press with precision what we feel, and
know, and desire to say. Ihave somewhat
on my mind that wants to be said, some-
thing my sisters may well ponder when
at their “household” work, something
not born of that picture, but wakened in-
to active li'e by it. We do not live for
ourselves alone. As wives and mothers
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hands. Our work and thought is not
all for the present, our boys and girls
will soon be the men and women of the
near future. I would not have it other-
wise. I would not like to be Without the
consciousness of having done well those
peculiar duties that no other bands could
accomplish, but I would like to end this
clashing of thought and jarring of imag—
ination going on. either by gently admin-
istered anodynes, or by having my say
out. I have taken a dose or two of blessed
assurance that “a native born American
would not be in that business,” but the
charm is wanting in power; it has too
much the flavor of catnip. Too much
like the turning the squalling baby over
on my lap, and patting him gently on the
back to quiet him, while the colicky pains
are unremoved. I am forever asking
myself, why may not the native. born
American yet be compelled to take up
that business. Why not be forced down
to occupy the same grade of semi-brutal
life of the Polack woman, whose portrait
is so skillfully presented to you by
Beatrix. What has made the diiference
between her and you, for thank God there
is a difference? Will the causes of that
difference ever keep on their working?
What will be the future of the American
woman? Will her condition of to-day be
the condition in the future of “our
foreign element,” or shall the condition
of our foreign element of today in some
near or distinct future become the lot of
our native born? In the moulding pro-
cess now going on, what will the end be?
Shall action and reaction be equal, as it
was taught us in our school philosophies.
and a condition between the two finally
prevail? Will like causes produce like
effects? The eifete dynasties of the old
world producing in that Polander her
squalid equality with the brute, also
produces specimens of another class,
specimens of a superb womanhood, so
far removed from that in the picture
of Beatrix, that the most refined
and cultured American will feel proud
to call them sisters. I have had the op
portunity of seeing them on their “native
heather” in various parts of Europe,
their real condition, their social life, and
wondered how in the same land, under the
same laws, with the same sunshine of God
falling on them, could be so much differ-
ence. The Household picture is not only
true, alas, too true, but too common there
to awake surprise or evoke comment.
Society there has too much else on hand
to even spend the time to explain to the

  


 

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wondering American how such differ—
ences can exist, and wonder that they
should be observed at all. To them ’tis
second nature. Here the difference
forces itself on our notice. There the dif-
ference has been so long and slowly
maturing. that it has ceased to attract at-
tention. Our equality before the law,
our opportunities for change of circum-~
stances, our culture in common and
higher schools, our minds awakened by
teaching, fed by books, freshened by
periodicals, broadened by change. re~
joicing to call no man master, can scarce-
ly if at all comprehend the cramping.
dwarfing processes that have brought
such degradation to millions of our
fellow women in other lands. Yet travel-
lers agree in saying that however burden-
ed down, women are women still all
the world over. Tender in pity, true in
love, blind in devotion, sublime in self-
sacrifice; even those I’olack women with
arms akimbo, heavy laden, perfumed
with garlic, scavengers of the city, are
moving onward under the inspiration
of woman’s love. Filth there may be,
ignorance dark -as Egyptian night,
“awkward as cows,” every' graceful out»
line of humanity displaced by the coarser
muscular development. yet there is with-
in heart and love, self denial and self
sacrifice, not of the kind, it is true,
that the native born American woman
has daily and hourly m her experience,
yet the heart and the love are in kind the
same, notwithstanding the disgusting
surface appearances that make the Polack
femininity hideous. Too true “unremit-
ting toil is their lot, they know noth-
ing else;" pray God it may not long be
so. Like patient oxen ever toiling to
profit their thankless masters, so these
women, victims of vicious social systems,
and caste degradation, have toiled and
grovelled side by side with the brutes
they did'not even own,till their bodies and
faculties alike have been warped from
their original intent. by that kind nature
that callouses the hands of toil, and
broadens the shoulders of the toiler for
the enforced but unnatural load. We see
them here with us, but not of us.

Human nature can not bound at one
leap from the low and servile with its
coarseness and bestiality into the lithe
elegance of freedom and culture. But
that picture must soon become only a
remembrance of bygone days, or else
slowly but surely the descent of the
native born American must come.

An American woman who has no
travelled, can not have the remotest con-
ception of this peasant life of Europe.
The relations of landlord and tenant, of
noble and serf, of a state of plebeianism
fixed by law, perpetuated by poverty and
despair, which has only the privilege of
sufiering and toiling that others reaping
the golden grain may cast them con-
temr tuously a few handfuls to keep soul
and body together; looking upon them as
acommon herd, possessing souls without
rights or such rights as their superiors
are not bound to respect; this, so un-

   

Beatrix paints one hardly comprehended.
We cannot understand how 0 11' foreign
element can have accumulated the in-
gredients that make so sad, so dark 8.
picture.
Beatrix is right: “ Not one woman in a
thousand would, if she could, live as they
do, for the sake of all their health and
vitality.”
Yet what does the picture suggest for
us. How about the future for the little
ones for whom we toil and are anxious?
What is the outlook for the American
woman?
Another day I may try to answer some
of the inquiries I have suggested to my
sisters. E.
NEWAYGO, June 101h.

_.___...____

HOW TO TREAT CALLA LILIES.

 

When a Calla lily begins to droop, and
the leaves turn yellow and die. which is
usually at about this time of the year,
give very little water, and two or three
weeks later turn the pot on its side in a
safe, shady and dry place, and let remain
withoutvfurt-her care until the middle of
.September;then take from the pot and
shake free from soil, and clear from dead
leaves and stems and it is fit' for re-
potting. Place at the bottom of the pot
lumps of charcoal and broken pets for
free drainage, next (if for two bulbs) a
quart of hen manure, then good Soil, in
which plant the bulb, and water freely
with warm water. As soon as a flower
fades remove the stalk close down; by
this way you save the strength of the
bulb and insure a greater number of
blooms.

Callas delight in warmth and moisture,
but I fail to see reason in nearly cooking
them, as many do; and as an acquaintance
of mine did quite, this spring. In her
zeal to heat up her lily to induce another
bloom or so, she set the pot on the
kitchen stove over a mild fire, and left it
to enjoy an Egyptian temperature, but
the fire sometimes burns without coaxing,
as it did in this case, and she had a fine
lot of cooked lilies. In cold weather a
warm corner and a dish of hot water near
them, often, left to exhale a moisture
around them, is a benefit, as is also
sponging the 'leaves. I think the glossy
leaves and beautiful flowers will repay
any care they require, which is in reality
quite little.

There were many orders for Sweet
Alyssum this spring, and that reminds me
to say that a dusting of Scotch snufi over
the young plants will save them from
the small turnip fly, which is apt to de-
stroy them and Myosotis (forget-me~not),
Carbolic acid, a teaspoonful to a quart of

the leaves of rose bushes, will save them
from insects. Chimney soot about the
roots is a good fertilizer for roses, as well
as an insecticide. Milk and water, two
quarts of each, with an ounce of kero-
sene, makes a sure preventive and cure
for pests on young plants of melon,
cucumber and squash, and all the said
remedies mixed for cabbage worm.
Chloride of lime is surest and best for cur-

warm water, applied to the under side of .

everthey appear. The lime must be
kept in aclosed can from the air. or it
will become so sodden as to be unfit for
asecond sifting. I never had occasion
for more than one application a season.
nor lost either currants or bushes after
using it.
[have choice varieties of bedding or
house plants to spare: Geraniums, Coleus.
Fuchsia,Golden Feather, J usticia, Forget-
me-not, Begonias, Centaureas, etc. The
Geraniums are of various colors in flower
and foliage, double and single, plain and
fancy leaved. Six plants for fifty cents.
thirteen for a dollar. This ofier will last
until I give notice in “ my corner " here.
MRS. M. A. FULLER,
Fssrosvnnn, Genesee 00., June 7th.
_____...____
LIFE ON THE PRAIRIE.
Six 'weeks ago I took the western bound
train from Jackson en route to Dakota.
After a journey of two days, rendered
pleasant and unpleasant by the usual oe-
curances of railway travel, I arrived at
Wessington, which, by the way, is a
thriving little town of some two or three
hundred inhabitants, doing a good busi-
ness in the coal and lumber trade, and is
is also a good market for grain. The town
is only three years old, has a fine school
building, one church, good hotel, and a
number of stores and restaurants. Towns
here on the prairie grow up with remark-
able rapidity, and people are coming
in and settling here in great numbers.
from nearly every State in the' Union.
On the train with me was a lady from
Maine, going to Columbia,Dakota,whither
her husband and sons had preceded her,
and got the home in readiness. After a
good night’s rest in Wessington, I enjoy-
ed what was to me quite a novelty, a ride
over the rolling prairie. It seemed to me
like one vast meadow, and when we
reached our little home we seemed to be
the very center of it all, for look as far as
we could on either side of us, nothing but
land met our gaze, with the little houses
of the settlers dotted around here and
there, showing to us that we were not the
only ones in all this vast country.

To the south and west of us, as a grate-
ful relief to the monotony, lie the Wes-
sington Hills. they extend about forty—five
miles in length, the nearest point to them
from our place being about five miles
away. It is said that coal has been dis-
covered there of late, which, if true, will
make that useful article somewhat cheap
er to us. We went on a little excursion
to the Hills a few days ago, and felt well
paid for going. The day was perfect; over
us bent the bright sky of Dakota, and
about us was spread the beautiful prairie,
in its dress of green, sprinkled thickly
with flowers of every hue. Everything
conspired to fill us with happy thoughts,
and as we gazed on all this loveliness, we
were almost ready to exclaim, “This is
indeed the garden of the world." The
little three year old daughter stretched out
her chubby hands and said, “P’ease get
the baby posies,” and when her papa filled
her lap with them her blue eyes danced
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rant worms, sifted over the bushes when-

dozen of us entered the grove, which is

  

 


  
  

 

 

 
 
  
  
    
 
   
 
   
 
 
  
 
   
    
     
   
  

THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

situated at the foot of the hills and was a
feast to our eyes. We who had all our
Zives lived near the groves of New York
and Michigan, miss the dear old trees,
and hope in a few years to have them near
our own doors. Alovely little stream,with
clear, Iimpid water, fed by springs, winds
through this grove. and then goes on
winding in and out between the hills, its
b mks being lined with trees and shrubbery
nearly all the way. It is thought were it
not for the prairie fires which sweep
through every year, that trees would be
found here as well as in the States. We
were surprised to see at the entrance to the
grove a veritable log house, and we almost
forgot for the time that we were the in-
habitants of the prairie. as we spread our
blankets under the wide spreading
branches of an old elm, and ate our
lunch, while the merry laugh and joke
went round as we gave ourselves up to
the enjoyment and pleasure of the day.
We found many familiar trees and shrubs
there, like those we had seen at the old
home, and they seemed like old friends.
"The proprietor of the place invited us in—
to the house to look over a collection of
«gates which they had found around the
hills; they were very pretty, and I should
think they had nearly a peek of the bean-
tiful stones,in a state of nature, rough and
unpolished, except a few which had been
sent to Chicago andgdressed; some were
sprite valuable, he had one which was fill-
(:41? with delicate fern leaves in outline,
for which he had been offered $25. After
coking at these we got into our carriages
and commenced the ascent of the hills;
Vie went up, up, for a mile or more, and
then picketed the horses, and walked up
to the top of the highest peak, from which
we: obtained a very extended view of the
region around. Wessington, ten miles
sway,was plainly seen by us, while Wool-
sey, about fifteen miles from us, we could
see but dimly. The glare of the sun hin-
dered our seeing Huron, which lay about
twenty miles to the northeast. We wish-
ed in vain fora glass to aid our vision,
but the grove in the valley, with the
stream winding serpent-like at our feet,
with its outline of grass and the homes
dotted around here and there, (showing
us how numerous indeed were our Migh-
bors) made a picture worm 3’ an artist’s
pencil. .Of course we spent some time in
search of. agates, but did not succeed in
finding any of much value, but we all
agreed-as we parted at night that we had
had a good time, and the trip was worth
repeating. ‘

The soil here is very rich, with a sub-
soil of much worth to back it. Our tread
upon the moss covered ground sounds
crisp, and we think of the time when the
bufialo roamed here, at its will, only sub‘
ject to the dread hand of the wild In-
dian, but the bones of the buffalo lie scat-
tered, bleaching in the sun and enriching
the soil, while the redskin is a thing
of the past here. The summers are very
pleasant, while the winters are said to be
very cold; but as the air is dry, and being
a non-conductor of heat, renders one less
sensitive to the same degree of cold than
worst air; it is as one has, remarked, “a

 

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robe of Arctic. for that envelopes all."

Though lying far from the sea and hav-
ing a clear atmosphere, there is no' lack
of rain during the summer season. and
everything grows as if by magic. I
wish every one who is prejudiced as to a
life on the prairie, might visit the James
River Valley, and see for themselves its
advantages. The air is as good a tonic as
one needs, and is exhilarating like wine.
so that if one is not cautious in their ram
.bles, will go quite beyond their strength,
particularly before they have become ac~
climated. Although we dearly loved the
old home in Michigan and the kind
friends who have been left behind, yet
we think we are going to be very con-
tented here, and trust to find friends
among the good people of Dakota who
shall occupy a warm place in our hearts.

ANNA.
Wnssmorox, Beadle County, D. T.

[Thanks for the. kind and appreciative
words concerning the Household. We
hope to hear again from the “ Land of the
Dakotas,” and of our friend’s experiences,
especially after a Dakota “blizzard.’—-—
HOUSEHOLD En]

___w___.__
A CORRECTION.

Beatrix did not ask whether one could
not do good general cookery as well after
half a dozen lessons as after half~a-
dozen years of practice. The question,
as originally propounded in the FARMER
of Jan. 29th, was whether it was not pos-
sible for a wom an “ in a very short time,
measured by weeks and months,to master
the details of the culinary art and serve
as palatable a meal as if she had done the
work all her life.”

In the Household of April 22nd, I made
the following assertion, which I am pre-
pared to prove by my own experience and
that of my schoolmates, my pupils, and
my girl friends: “Certainly any woman
who has respectenough for the work to
do it with her brains, can learn to cook in
six: months." “English as She is Spoke "
must be wofully misleading if this indi-
cates that good general cooking can be
mastered in “ half a dozen lessons." Two
of our Household members, E. S. 8., of
Brighton, and F. E. W., of Chelsea, have
given their experience, going to show that
a woman can step from the schoolroom
intoa home of her own. and in a short
time have the domestic machinery “in
good running order." I still insist that it
is the woman, not the svork, that makes
success or failure. I do not wish to be
understood as saying that amother should
not teach her girl how to do housework,
if the girl is at home, but if a woman
takes up some work, as teaching, music,
painting, telegraphy, or any of the trades
now open to her by which she can earn
her living, is there any law. human or
Divine, written or unwritten, that Oh-
liges her to know how to do housework,
because she may get married some day,
and have to do it?

It seems to me that when a woman
takes up some business, as so many do
nowdays, with the intent of making it her
life walk, there is no more sense in her

 

learning housework because she may get

 

married than there is in learning dress—
making because she wears dresses. We
do not expect such “ difl‘usion of energy ”
from the

other sex: we say
“ Jack at all trades, master of
none " of a man who can do a

little of everything, and it is a want of
concentration and set purpose. and free-
dom from perplexing, diverting cares
which beset us, that keep a woman
from doing as good work in any business
as a man. I have heard it stated by one
who “ spoke as one having authority"
that “a woman should know how to do
everything she can ever be called upon to
do." It is no more true of a woman than
of a man, and no one expects it of him.
Moreover, I take exceptions to E. L.
N.’s dissent to my advice to mothers to
teach their sons respect for all woman. “I
stand by my guns ” and reiterate, “Teach
respect to all women, if for no other rea~
son than that they are women.” Shall
we set growing lads to measure worth and
guage respect accordingly? A pretty lot
of “ Daniels come to judgment," truly!
Certainly teach them discrimination, and
to respect real merit, this is entirely com—
patible with the courteous respect which
is every woman’s birthright. When I
enter a crowded car and a man, perhaps
a laborer with his basket, rises to give
me his seat; when I take my place in line
at the box-office for my theatre tickets
and a gentleman says, “Madame, can I
assist you ?” takes my money and saves me
a weary wait for my turn; when I call on
business at a busy man’s office, and he
waives men’s business to attend to my
small wants with a courtesy he does not
show his equals; whenever Ifind strong.
helpful men’s hands held out to help me.
not because they know anything what.
ever of my “worth or works,” but simply
because I am a woman and as such entitl-
ed to consideration and respect and as-
sistance, I thank Heaven for that respect
for women, innate in all good men and
trained into some bad ones, which sd
helps us all. No, indeed, it doesn’t hurt a
man, young or old, to show respect to all
women, whatever their class or rank; it
helps smooth life‘s rough places for the
women, and I am not sure but a reflex in-

fluence helps the men, too. BEATRIX.
A “'ELCOME NEW COMER.

 

May a stranger from “away up north
on the sand ” enter the Household for a
few moments’ chat? I have long wanted
to step in, but feared the Editor’s scowl
and the “waste basket." So here I come
for the first time.

Will some one of the many readers of
the Household tell me why my canned
fruit molds? I have to throw away a
third ofa can, and what is left is often
tasteless. Some of my fruit will look all
right, but when it is opened it will be all
St ft and fit for the swill barrel. Any en-
lightment on the subject will be thank-
fully received.

“ Them’s my sentiments, too,” E. L. N.
in regard to “frozen things and square
meals” for farmers. What we want is
plain, substantial food, with plenty of it.

 

When I say plain. I mean something that

  


 

4: THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

we haven’t got to fuss and stand over a
hot stove a half a day to make and when
done have it like the little boy’s “ two

sucks of orange,” “ not very fillin’.” women who sometimes rush into print,

It is almost haying and harvest time;
so bring forth your good recipes, ladies
of the Household. I will tell of a simple
way to keep fresh meat sweet for a
number of days: Take a stone crock,
put your meat into it and cover it with
sour milk; when the milk gets bloody,
pour off and put on more; keep it cover.
ed all the time and you Will have no
trouble. Never mind if the milk does
stick to it, it will wash 01!. Try it, please.

I will say Mr. H. H. Hayes’ method of
canning sweet corn is a good one. I have
used it successfully for three years. Use
quart cans, they are plenty large enough.

I begin to fear this letter is too long, so
I will close. ' AUNT ’RUSHA.

Bnooxs, Newaygo County .
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GOUNTRY VS. CITY LIFE.

 

A remark made by one lady concerning
another the other day impressed me very
much. It was to this eifect: “She ought
to; think of the chance she has had.
brought up in a city with all its advant-
ages!”

Is there truth in this? Does the city
ofier greater advantages than the country?
Is there a greater inspiration in brick
walls and stone pavements than may be
found in the leafy woods and lily clothed
fields of God? Have not the majority of
our best thinking minds, the men and
women who have swayed the world intel-
lectually, been born and reared where, as
Longfellow says of Agassiz: “Nature,
the old nurse, took the child upon her
knee, saying, ‘Here is a story book Thy
Father has written for thee !”

While allwill concede that life in the
city oflers better educational advantages
in the way of schools, are the people
really more intelligent, taken not individ-
ually, but as a community, than their
country neighbors? If our city cousins
‘are ahead intellectually then it is time
to be up and doing, for certainly the ad-
vantage is not a God-given one. Because

our boys are to be farmers, and our
daughters farmers’ wives, is that any
reason why they should not be able to
take part in the conversation, or feel at
home in theisociety of cultured, intelligent
people? _

I wish that everv one who ‘has not. al-

ready done so, would read Whittier’s

beautiful poem “ Among the Hills.” Do
not ha. satisfied with reading it once, but
read it many times, until you see the

whole beautiful truth of it.
MRS. W. J. a.

HOWELL, June 7th.
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A BREAD MIXER.

 

May I say to the lady who some time
ago inquired about bread mixers, that I
have a Btanyan mixer, manufactured in
Massachusetts. I like it very much. It
saves time and labor, besides making a
better and more uniform quality of bread
than by hand-mixing.

If she cares to know more about it, and
will write to me, I will gladly give her all

the information I can.
rate. G. s. PRESTON.

SCRAPS.

 

I WONDER whether some of those

not, happily, in our contented Household,
complaining that their husbands never
ask them to go out with them, take them
for a drive, or even give them an oppor-
tunity to go to town without “catching
a chance,” so to speak, are. not a little
responsible for this state of things. Have
they not many times, when first married,
refused to accompany the husband, giv-
ing trivial reasons, or letting that
woman’s bug-bear, “ the work,” keep
them at home when invited? A husband
when “just caught” may be educated to
a good many things, and a wife can help
him to have thought of her pleasure and
convenience without seeming to claim
anything whatever. Do not refuse to go
when your husband says “ come,” and if
he forgets to ask, gently remind him that
four kitchen walls are not all the world to
you.

 

SAYS Beecher, in a recent sermon from
Plymouth pulpit, on “The Spirit of the
Cradle:”

“Take care of the schools and have
more of them, and if you are going to
take care of the schools, take care of the
school teachers. If you are going to
take care of the school teachers, under-
stand one thing. You never will be able
to have the best schools for the children
of the poor, until you make it the interest
of men and women to devote their lives
to that business, just as professional
men devote their lives to their occupa-
tions. Reduce salaries everywhere, but
increase them in schools. The teachers
of our common schools are more value to
the children of the whole community
than lawyers, doctors, and ministers
rolled up in a bundle all together.”

This is a matter for some of our eco-
nomically inclined school boards to pen
der upon; those, for instance, who offers.
teacher twelve dollars a month and
“board ’round.”

 

THE London (England) Spectator thinks
W. D. Howells’ “A Woman’s Reason,”
might have been better entitled “ Strug-
gles of a Young Lady to Earn her Own
Living, Related by a Gentleman who is
Convinced she can Do Nothing of the
Kind.” Marriage Mr Howells considers
the proper destiny of woman, and argues
that her efforts to embrace any profession
are sure to fail, because she will accept
the married life if it comes to her reach.
But our own Miss Phelps gives nobler
counsel when she says: “ Girls, first
make up your minds that you will be
something! All the rest will follow.
What you shall be comes more easily and
clearly in due time.”

HOUSE HOLD HINTS.

 

is generally much approved by the child—
ren, and which is recommended by phy-
sicians for delicate people, is made by
taking a pound of figs and boiling them
in sweetened water till they are soft.
Have ready some rice cooked very dry,
and serve a fig with a spoonful of rice.

A are bunch of peacock’s feathers, ton--
prettytothrow away, yet not showing

. half their beauty when thrust behind the

clock or over the looking-glass, is often
seen in farmers’ houses. You can make-
a fashionable wall ornament by cutting
out a fan-shaped piece of cardboard, and
covering it with the feathers, being we
ful to sew them on regularly and leave no»
vacant spaces. Finish with a bow and
ends of ribbon. '
THE Boston Journal of Che histry tells
how tomake liquid glue by the easiest
and most promising of processes; “ A.
few pieces of carpenter’s glue were broken-
up and thrown into a wide-mouthed bot-
tle, covered with common vinegar and
corked. In a short time, with occasional
shaking, they dissolved, forming a strong
and excellent glue, superior tomost of the
liquid glues sold in the stores. Sometimes
the cork is left out and evaporation takes
place, but it is only necessary to add a
little vinegar, cork and shake it, when it
will soon be ready for use, just as gum
arabic mucilage that is dried up is restor-
ed by the addition of water, only more
quickly and effectively. Its strength is
certainly not inferior to hot glue, while it
is always ready. It possesses, however.
one disadvantage; if tightly corked, the-
cork becomes glued fast, and is not very
easily removed, while if the cork is not
put in tightly it evaporates rapidly.’
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Contributed Recipes.

 

Sor'r GINGER CAKE—One cup molasses, one»
cup sour cream, one egg, one tablespoonful of
ginger, one-half teaspoonful salt, one teaspoOn-
ful soda, two and one-third cups flour. Bake
slowly. Aux'r ’Rnsna.
Bnooxs,Newaygo Co.

 

Sruawnnaur Pie—Make a crust as for any
pie, roll quite thin, line deep pie tin and fill.
with berries, adding half a cup of sugar. If
you have berries which you fear will spoil,
scald them up, make a tart pie, and after it is
baked beat the white of one egg to afroth, add
atablespoonful of sugar and spread over the
top. Brown delicately in a hot oven, and serve-
soon. M. B.
Dnrnorr. June 12.

 

 

 

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