DETROIT, MAY 3, 1890.

 

 

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All the bells of Heaven may ring.
All the birds of Heaven may sing.
All the wells on earth may spring,
All the wind on earth may bring
--All sweet sounds together;
‘Sweeter far than all things hear-d,
Hand of harper, tone of bird,
Sound of woods at sundown stirred.
"Welling waters‘ winsome word,
Wind in warm, wan weather:

One thing yet there in, that none
Hearing ere its chime be done.
Knows not well the sweetest one
Beard of man beneath the sun,
fieped in Heaven hereafter;
80ft and strong and loud and light,
Very sound of very light,
Beard from morning s rosiest height,
When the soul of all delight
Fills a child's clear laughter.
-—Su'inb<trne.
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THE FLOWER SHOW.

Those who were fortunate enough to at-
tend the second Flower Festival in this
city the week beginning April 2lst went
away repealing in the superlative degree
adjectives applied to the first festival, held
in April, 1889. If that was due, this was
finer, ifinest; it was "superb,” “magni-
ficent,” "perfectly gorgeous,” “divine,"
“enchanting,” “bewildering," according
to the emphasis of the admirer. The Rink,
where the first show was held, was en-
iarged and made more nearly adequate to
the exigencies of the occasion by connect-
ing with it the Armory, a large building
immediately in the rear, an enclosed stair-
way connecting the two. The two floors
of the Armory and the large floor space of
the Rink were entirely filled with flowers,
plants, pictures, booths, and people.

The visitor, entering through the
arched doorways of the Armory and as-
cending a stairway, found himself in a
large room with picture-lined walls, and
opening from this several other rooms,
also filled with pictures. , Those interested
in art would linger longest in the “ Church
room,“ devoted exclusively to the work
of F. S. Church, a Michigan artist with
both American and Continental reputation;
and many who have never seen the ori-
ginals are yet familiar with his work
through the copies of his paintings which
have appeared in Harper’s Magazine. Mr.
Church’s pictures are uniquely beautiful,
fanciful, original, dainty and quaint in
imagery. Witness “ Beauty and the
Beast,” a tawny tiger lapping at a pool
where “ Beauty," a pink pond-lily, ba’s'ks
n the ripples; “Retaliation,” where a

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quartette of graceful maidens have made a
target of Cupid and are transfixing him
with arrows; and “ Who Are You?” alittle
maiden trudging along on the beach, ap-
palled at sight of the_ young mermaid
whose identity she questions. Then there
is “The Sibyl,” a nineteenth century pro-
phetess whose outstretched arms frame the
dried, parchment-like face of the mummy
upon which her eyes are bent as if she
were reading the past in the ghastly relic
of a life burnt outages ago. A very beauti~
ful thing is “ The Viking’s Daughter,” an
airy floating figure with a flight of sea-
gulls following; and ” Twilight,” a misty,
ethereal form with feet upon an owl, the
head outlined against the crescent moon,
and all the glory of her hair floating back
and up, to indicate that she is descending
upon earth. Here too is the original of
one of Church’s most famous pictures,
“ Knowledge is Power,” a young girl, in
college cap and gown, instructing the
lions that lie crouched at her feet. The
maiden‘s air of gracious dignity, and the
attentive, subdued acquiescence of the
beasts are inimitable.

Upon the second floor of the Armory were
found the flowers—a part of them. Here
were the orchids, a magnificent display from
Short Hills’ Nurseries, N. J. the finest show
of these regal flowers ever seen west of New
York and Boston. There were cypripedi-
ums in infinite variety, and the individual
who did not remark that they looked like
our wild lady-slipper can get a week’s en-
gagement as a freak at Wonderland.
Cattlyeas, oncidiums, laelias, anthuriums
and other choice, rich, and exquisitely
colored and formed blooms were numer-
ousiy exhibited, both growing and out.
Some remarks about these exhibit were
original, to say the least. Not a few
frankly confessed they could not see the
beauty they expected—as one woman said
“I can’tsee nothing into them,” jerking
her head backward to indicate the locality.
One young miss said to her companion,
“Now let’s go see the orchistsl ” while a
third wandered about looking for “the
orchards.” Then here were rbses, magni-
ficent displays by local florists. About
the carnations, than which I’m sure no
one could grow finer, a knot of florists had
gathered, discussing markings and habit
and hardiness with animated interest.
Roses, and wonderful hyacinths, with
heads so heavy with perfume that they
drooped over the supporting stakes, dif-
fused a delicious fragrance.

The floral designs were finer than those

 

last season. There was a vase in white
carnations, filled with red roses, resting on
a mat of pansies; a lyre, also in white car-
nations, with ferns and the feathery twin-
ing asparagus at its base; a deer's head and
antlers in wh te immortelles, couched

among wildwood ferns and bracken, and

an Easter design, a open, empty tomb
having over it the words “The Lord is
Risen.” There were also baskets of ex-
quisite roses, and mantles banked in
flowers.

Among the booths on the floor of the
rink were great beds of lilies, hydrangeas,
azalias, rhododendrons, double petunias,
and everywhere palms and ferns and
tropical plants. The stairway between the
two buildings was banked in plants—this
was “ The Rialto ” bridge which figured so
conspicuously in the announcements of the
festival; considerable imagination was re-
quired to make it resemble the Rialtc of
our dreams of Venice, but then, what’s in
a name? The Golden Book, in the Venec
tian Room, may have been as remarkable a
production as is alleged for all most of the
thousands of spectators could tell. I
pceped round a pillar, and over the heads
of seven children of assorted sizes, and past
a silk hat and a pair of bushy mutton‘chop
whiskers, and had a lengthy view of some-
thing that looked like a barn with a wind-
mill attachmen't, but before the very
leisurely lady in soiled gloves who turned
the leaves with a paper cutter finished her
tete~a-tete with a dowager in diamonds and
gray satin and decided to afford the com-
mon herd outside the ropes a view of the
next page, a well directed elbow-thrust,
accentuated by a steady pressure to the
left, convinced me that a woman who
weighs 130 pounds has no business to at-
tempt to hold her ground against one of
200 avoirdupois, unless indeed in a wordy
argument at long range. 80 I left, right
away. -

There were 23 booths, each in charge of
the managers of some one of the charitable
associations of the city; Catholic, Protes-
tant, Jew, met on equal terms. Each
charity chose a country, built its booth to
correspond with its typical home or archi«
tecture, and dressed the attendants as nearly
as might be in the costume of the country.
Thus Grace Hospital managers selected
Iceland as their country. The booth. was
entirely white, being covered with paper
sprinkled with mica powder to resemble
the snow huts of the Icelanders, with
fringes of icicles from the saves and from

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with white furs, the attendants, dressed in
white trimmed with swansdown; and as
Iceland’s chief products are snowballs and
polar bears, the ladies contented them-
selves with selling ice cream soda and pure’
white Easter lilits. The Hebrew Widows
and Orphans’ Association did a thriving
business in wood carvings, chamois skin
articles, edelweiss and cyclamen in a
pretty Swiss chalet; seventeen young
ladies, dressed in the costumes of the
seventeen Swiss‘cantons, being the sales-
women. The Helping Hand Society,
which strives to fulfill in its works the
aim indicated by its name, chose Japan for
its country, the Chrysanthemum for its
flower, and the booth is said to be a copy
of a shrine in one of the temples in
Kamakura; Japanese napkins, toys, tea,
etc., were sold.

The yellow and red dome2of the booth of
the Home_of the Friendless indicated the
national colors of Spain, where dark-eyed
girls sold Spanish cigarettes and fans.
This was afavorite resort of immaculate
young men, who recognized in the seno
ritas the society belles of “their set,” and
won smiles by buying all sorts of things
they didn’t want “ for charity’s sake.”

Somebody must have picked up and put
down bodily within the rink the quaint
farm home in which the German Gretchens
and Katrinas spun flax and sold the modest
lily of the valley. The daughters of Erin,
whose toil was for 9. Kindergarten, dwelt
in “ Blarney Castle,’, and they do say some
of them had kissed the famous stone that
so limbers the tongue and were thus helped
to dispose of the china, linen, and fancy
articles which were their stock in trade.
The Mexican eagle soared over the booth
where Fairbanks Relief Corps sold goods
from the land of the Montezumas; and that
“the Dutch have conquered Holland”
was manifest where the courtly tulip
bloomed in masses in and about a funny
Dutch windmill, to swell'the funds of the
Children’s Free Hospital. The booth
most generally admired for its artistic
elegance was that of the Open Door, “The

Temple of Diana,” whose Ionic columns-

and pure whiteness set oif the chaste
Grecian costumes of the attendants; these
dresses were really charming for their
beauty, and were carefully copied from
classic models. '

The most gorgeously robed ladies were
found inthe Arabian, Turkish, Egyptian
and Russian booths. The costumes worn
by those in the Arabian booth were made
by Syrian women who chanced to be visit-
ing inthis city. Oriental goods, and figs,
dates, perfumes and spices were sold, and
singularly, as it seemed, the modest mig-
nonette was the floral emblem, not quite
regal enough for the showy costumes. But
the mignonette is aweed in Arabia, and
probably for that reason was selected, as
some day the golden-rod, weed of waste
places though it is, may be America’s
chosen floral symbol. A mummy was
one of the attractions at the Egyptian
booth. Ididnotgoto see it,soIcannot
say whether it was a joke or not; by the
timeIhad made the grand roundtothis
point, and been pushed and pulled and

hustled and trodden under foot of men
and women, I wouldn't have minded being
a mummy my self for the sake of a chance
to -est a minute. At the Russian booth,
where the ladies interested St. Luke's
Hospital sold hydrangeas and beautiful
goods of Russian design, some of which
were especially ordered from that country,
the costumes resembled those of the
guests in the “Russian Wedding Feast,”
the famous painting which was ur-
hibited at the Exposition last fall
and described in the Houssnonn. Es-
pecially was this noticeable in the headgear
and the girdles and necklaces of beads
imitating pearls. The Turkish booth was
the most elaborate of all; here was a whole
harem full of houris gorgeous beyond de-
scription. Around this locality elderly
male flirts gathered like moths round
candles, attracted, of course, by the
Turkish coffee and pipes, though I did
hear one of them say with a grin, as he
was dislodged by a handsomer man who
hadn’t spent any money as yet, “ Very
fetching costumes, hey, old boy?”

America was ruled by “Uncle Sam,”
thin, active, alert, in the dress in which we
always see him depicted, and he made
himself very much at home in the plain
interior among the Puritan Priscillas who
were dispensing ginger ale to a thirsty
public. There was something humorously
appropriate in having Uncle Sam dealing
in ginger; he generally puts some into
whatever he undertakes.

Anybody there? Well now! There were
14,000 people there the first afternoon and
evening, and they all came next day and
brought their sisters and their—etc, etc.
The crowd was so great one could only
subm't to be carried with it and see what
was possible under such circumstances.
With all the care and expense and elaborate-
ness of preparation, there were “kickers,”
of course. No provision had been made
for furnishing water to strict teetotalers;
this increased the consumption of milk,
lemonade, ginger ale and other mild
liquids, but the woman who wanted a
drink of water, straight, and could not get
it without paying for it, was mad. One
woman flounced away frOm “ Iceland”
indignantly, saying “ Ten cents a glass for
soda water! 'It’s abominable!” And the
lemonade glasses were exasperatingly
small to the thirsty imbiber, but there was
no law to prevent his buying more if he
wished to drink deep, and it was all for
charity too, if the beverage was “-ade”
without the lemon toward the last. It was
all for charity, too, that our society maids
and matrons bared arms and necks and
dressed themselves like Turkish houris and
Grecian goddesses, to be gazed at by " the
common he ” at twenty-five cents a head.
And the “ herd” improved its opportunity;
it doesn’t get the chance every day. One
ordinary-appearing man, turning on his
heel, said to his companion, “ Oh demmitl
let’s go where there’s better looking ones,
them's all too old." A middle-aged woman
of severe aspect pointed to a “draped ”
lady, saying to her companion “Look at
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the sums expended for expenses-and the
costumes of the ladies been given outright
to the charities represented, their aggregate
would have exceeded the amounts earned
by sales, even including the subscriptions
to the “Golden Book.” But that leaves
out of the account all the pleasurable ex-
citement of the occasion, the admiration,
the mutual (IfOi‘lS, the planning and the
fuss-and-feathers so dear to us that in all
circles and communities the average
human being will spend seventy-five cents
to get up a fair or bazar to earn a quarter
for charity or missions. Many of the
picturesque peasant costumes were simple,
inexpensive and suitable, and faithful.
copies of the dresses worn by the women
of the countries indicated.

Anyway, the Flower Festival was a
great success. The amateur salewomen
carried on an extendve business in their
various wares, and when the show is over,
and the quaint little booths are dismantled
and the unsold goods packed up, and that
solemn moment when the bills are audited
arrives, the probabilities are that there wilt
be a tidy balance for Charity, in whose
name the sacrifice—oh no, the fete, was-
planned. Banners.

THE ROD OF CORRECTION.

What a great difference in grandmothers s
My first recollection of my grandmother
is as she stood at the side of my mother,
pleading and begging her not to whip me
for mischief Ihad done. “Just try her-
this time,” she said; and oh, the shame I
felt, for I knew I deserved the whipping?
Never to my dying day will I forget that
sweet, placid face, always ready to help-
and shield any one in trouble.

Well, I am not positive myself what
Master Six-years-old would have done if
asked to clear up the room, but I am.
certain that he would not have said “I
don’t have too,” for slang is one of the
things my children shall not use in my
presence. In our district school this
winter our teacher had; trouble with only
one pupil, and that boy gets on an average
two whippin gs a week at home. He is so
hardened whippings do not hurt him, and
he rather expects them, and it seems to me
that when children are punished at school
it would do no more good than if they are-
incessantly flogged at home. Now there is
a little boy in our neighborhood who
runs away, and he invariably gets a
whipping when he gets home; now I think
if some of these times he did not get the
whipping he would be more surprised
and punished a great deal more. it has
been my experience that you can do more
with kindness than you can with a peach
sprout. I have heard of people whipping
their children, and then telling them to say
“ I thank you, mamma (or papa), for whip-
ping me and making nie a good boy.”
Was there ever anything so absurd? It
only teaches the child to lie. Let me whip
Master Six-yearscld and he cries and flies-
in apassion; but let me talk to him and
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ache,” and he will be ready to burst out
crying.

Little children have their childhood
such a short time let us not make it miser»
able and unhappy for them just because
we have the power and authority. Not
long since a lady lost her little one, and
the child was sick only twenty-four hours.
The little one had a fancy for playing in
the water pail. Aday or so before the
child died a neighbor called, and the child
being reproved said: “ She is old enough
to mind now, I would slap her hands.”
“No,” the mother said, “I can set the
water pail out of her reach.” She told
me after the child’s death she was glad s e
did not whip her that day.

I believe' 1n making children obey, but I
have noticed that those that do the most
whipping have less control of their chil-
dren than t ose who take other means.
That " Chicago terror ” showed his bring-
ing up; if he had been taught true polite-
ness he would not have made such a
nuisance of himself. I am a very incap-
able mother I can name you; but if i can
only live to see my children grow up good
Christian men and women, I will feel re-
paid for my efforts. Iwant an improve-
ment on the father and mother.

I am glad to tell Polly there are excep-
tions in ladies’ associations, of which I was
a member, but does she not think the
present generation an improvement on
the past, and if so, is it not on account of

the advantages thrown around us?
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GOVERNING CHILDREN.

Having just read—, with much pleasure,
the communication of Grandma in a late
HOUSEHOLD on the above subject, I am
led to contribute the views of a Grandpa
on this all important matter of training up
children. In an experience of twenty-five
years as teacher in primary schools at an
early day, where the management of un-
ruly children was made obligatory, I long
since learned that governing children
301er by love, or by appeal to their better
nature, will do very well as a sentiment,
but utterly fails of general application.
When, as is often the case, the nature of a
child is low down, but a little removed
from that of the brute, it is not love that
_ Solomon
does not say “Spare the rod and spoil the

child," but he says many things akin to
this; When that poor young man was

about to be hung a few years ago, just be-
fore he was launched into eternity, he
pointed to a weeping woman in the crowd,
and said: “ There is the woman who is
responsible for my being here. She is my
mother, and when I was a child indulged
my wayward inclinations, did not reprove
me for associating with vicious characters,
and now I am to be hung for murder!"

To have children do right, parents and
teachers must set good examples and do
right themselves. Example will thus be
found to be far more eflective than precept.

A few years since the writer had occasion
to call at the home of a certain county

. M in one of the interior counties of

theState. No sooner did thewife of the

 

official appear at the door than she greeted
the writer with a cordial shake of the

hand, calling him by name. The recogni-

tion not being mutual, “ Why,” said she,

“I went to school to you when I was a,
child, and you used to whip me every day,

and it was the best thing that ever hap-

pened to me.” This of course was con.

siderably overdrawn, as the writer found

by experience the better way to keep chil-

dren out of mischief is to keep them busily

employed in some useful occupation, and

watch them closely, prevention being~
found far more efficacious than any cure.

It will be very rare indeed when children

or even grown persons will get into mis-

chief when a watchful eye is upon them.

If a person leaves the gate open and pigs

get in and root up the yard he has no right

to pound the pigs; the one who left the

gate open should be pounded.

I hope I shall not be considered a tres-
passer in the ladies’ department of the
FARMER, but plead my age—near three
score and ten-and my long experience as
an excuse for my call. GRANDPA.

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SUNDAY OBSERVANCES.

Perhaps our Editor will allow me to go
back to the subject of Sunday observance,
if I am careful not to infringe upon the
rights of others in their belief or practice.

First, I am thankful that my days are
these good days, when every person can
worship just as his conscience dictates. I
am thankful I was born and bred in the
Protestant faith, being a descendant of the
Fren h Huguenots. And there is one
thing more I am thankful for, that is, that
the days of the Inquisition are among the
things that are past. Those who believe
one thing have no right to meddle with
those who believe differently, as long as
they keep within the law of the land.
There is no religious sect, no matter what
its creed, but has some good points, and
there are none that are entirely free from
imperfections. The New Testament
abounds in its exhortations to be charit-
able. “ Charity covereth a multitude of
sins.” Let us remember it when we feel
disposed to criticise any person’s life or
Christianity; now when there are so many
difierent beliefs in our land, and every one
thinks his interpretation of the Scripture
is the correct one, how could these things
be satisfactorily discussed in the small
space of our'_HousEHor.D for the good of
any? No one has any right to tell me I am
less righteous than they; they cannot read
my heart.

I have a friend who thinks it a great
sin to ride for pleasure on the Sabbath.
There is nothing I enjoy more than a ride
in the early morning in the warm weather.
About twice during the summer, I say to
the man who drives for me, “ Let's get up
at our usual early hour on Sunday morn-
ing. and get the chores and breakfast out
of the way, and takes ride in the nice fresh
air,” and we are ready to start long before
the dew is off. The air is so fresh and in-
vigorating I cannot enjoy it enough. I al-
ways take a book for the company of it,
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studying the book of nature. We take a
wide circle, getting home just as the church
bells are ringing; we are tired by this time,
we rest and r ad the remainder of the
day, with the exception of meals and
chores. Do you think we have kept the
Sabbath any less ” holy ” than those people
who went to church in the heat of the day,
faint and weary with the previous six days’
work; and who try to listen interestedly to
a preacher who is also overcome with the
heat; the only way the listener can keep
awake is by watching some uneasy hungry
child, or by comparing the bonnets or the
variety of light wraps, or the set of the
basques of those who have no wrap, or the
difference in the mode of doing up the
back hair of those who sit in the line of
vision. Yes, th it back hair is an interest-
ing study; one looks so soft and smooth and
yet full of life, others uneven, rough and
standing out in every direction, some
twisted into a little hard uneven knot,
others with an attempt at French twist,
and so on from the nicest to the untidy.
By and by they hear, “ Let us pray," and
they are glad, they are so weary. Then
the ride home of from one to five miles in.
the heat, then hurry off the Sunday dress
for something cooler and home-y; then
dinner. Every one is hungry and tired,
and if not cross a little bit inside if any-
thing goes a little wrong they are good
enough to be canonized; unless they are
of that easy class whom nothing ruffles,
and if they are, the rest ”of the family is
just so much more exasperated. We'll
not follow these any further through the-
day, for you all have ith'ltliiliillCe with
this way of spending the S1 J lath day
Do you think the Lord isany better pleased
with this way of spending the‘day he gave
us for rest? You need not answer, only to
your own souls; the matter lies between
each person individually and his God.
Speaking from my own experience,
there is nothing that will lift the heart and
cause it to sing peans of praise, as will a
ramble on the bank ‘of a purling, babbling
brook, o: a stroll through the woods, where
in viewing the Work of nature the soul is
involuntarily liftéd up to the Creator.
Such a holy awe isseldum felt in'a church;
though no one enjoys a good sermon or a
good prayer-meeting better than I,*for'-I
call myself a good Methodist. ' So again I
say I am glad and thankful we' live in a
free country where every one has a‘_ “right to
serve God and workout their own salva-
tion in their own way. "
How many hundred people in large
cities never go inside a church! What
shall they do on Sunday? they'cannot sit
and hold their hands all day, nor sleep nor
read their Bible. Alas, that is a sealed
book to a large number of these. What .
are the children to do? Is it not better
that the parents take the children and
their lunch and go to the parks where they
can get a breath of air such as God intend»
ed all His children to breathe, and get a
sight of green grass that they may lie down
upon, clasped to Mother Nature's breast,
and look up into green trees where birds
sing and flit here and there to cheat prying
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their content they can chat pleasantly with
their acquaintances while taking in the
pure oxygen that gives them strength for
another week’s toil. Isn’t this better than
staying at home with the children quar-
reling or tormenting the poor cats and
dogs, their elders spending the day over a
sensational novel, or scolding and grum-
bling btcause some one else is getting along
a little better than themselves?

There isa class even in our little city
who never step inside a church. Every
Sunday morning as soon as mild weather
comes; they come up the river hunting or
fishing, or just for the row. Husband
says, " They ought to be prosecuted; they
ought not to be allowed to hunt and fish
on the Sabbath.” His frow replies, “ I
know it is not right, but- it is much better
for them than to be sneaking into the back
doors of saloons, or going into some ham
or shop to play cards, or doing many other
things which are worse." Is this not true?
If solet us refrain from censuring (very
one and everything we deem misguided.
Let us remember the New Testament tells
us over and over again to be charitable; let
us be willing every person should have the
same privilege we claim for ourselves of
being his own judge of what is right or
wrong for themselves. I hope no one will
think I favor Sabbath desecration, for I do
not, but [am always thankful, if people
will not do the best they know how, that
they are not doing the worst. Harmless
amusementis very ditIerent from crime.

We are not appointed judges of our
neighbors; there is One infinitely wiser
than we, who will mete out to us, one and
all. our just deserts. M. E. II.

union.
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VACATION DAYS.

 

i wonder how many members of the
Honsrmorm will spend their summer vaca-
tion' away from home? I will tell you of
two girls that spent a week with me last
summer. They were so pleasant and agree-
able the remembrance of their visit has
been a pleasure to me ever since. Mother
was having company at the same time, and
I knew I would have to help her. I was
in‘a. dilemma how to entertain my visitors
while I was busy. They arrived about
dusk, and the next morning I begged to be
excused, but they said " Oh! let us help
you!" We all worked with a will and in a
. short time my portion of the work was
completed and we. were at play. As they
were "city girls” everything. was new-to
them. We spent the week roaming about
the fields and woods, riding horseback and
picking cherries. We had tea on the
lawn several times and a picnic on the
river. At the close of the week I was sorry
to see them take their departure.

Pom-mm. KATIE.

Macaaom is good if it does not break
In cooking, swells to nearly four times its
bulk and is of a yellowish color; the im-
ported, which can be purchased at Italian
stores, is the best; it must never be soaked
or wet before boiling, or put to cook in
cold or lukewarm water. If soiled or
dusty, simply wipe it with a clean cloth.

 

A DAY AT TfiE SUGAR BUSH.

 

Spring, with all its beauty, fresh life
and hope seems to have come suddenly
upon us this morning; and as we have
‘been watching for just such a day for a
trip to the sugar bush, we invite “ Daf-
fodilly” and “ Chip” to leave their fiat and
accompany us. Fortunately they are only
with us in spirit, for after the lunch pail
and children are packed into the buggy
there is no room for anything more solid.
The faces of the children suggest, in con-
tour and color, the Snow apples they have
eaten so freely all winter, and they are
wild with delight. Robins hop and fly
.about, and sometimes one unusually fat
and wise-looking stands upon a fence post
as we pass and nods replies to what they
tell him about our trip. Here a nice yard
full of Holstein cattle attracts our attention;
in an adjoining field a lot of Shropshire
sheep with lambs frisking about make a
pretty picture. There is a busy cackling
about the barns, and the doors of the farm
houses stand open, while an occasional
carpet fluttering on the fence tells of the
opening of the spring campaign. The
beauty of every stone by the roadside, the
moss on the old walls, the little rippling
streams at the outlets of the drains, all
form topics of talk, while every now and
then some one questions Tom why he
whinnied so much yesterday for the cow
which had stood in an adjoining stall all
winter. They tell him she has only gone
to the farm for the summer, and wonder
how much they understood each other.
An old log house reminds one of pioneer
times. The doors and windows are gone,
but the fringe of jessamine growing in the
deep embankment at its base tells us that
some one lived there once who had a love
of the beautiful.

A two mile drive brings us to the bush,
a beautiful grove of about ten acres. There
is a rude shanty, barrels and pails scattered
about, while in two huge iron kettles they
are boiling down the “last run," of sap.
Everything tells of spring. The sun shines
warm, bees hum about; the soft wind plays
with the dead leaves, pretending they are
birds, whirling them about singly or in
flocks in such a way as to often deceive us.
The trunks of the maple trees bear the
scars of many tappings, while here and
there lies a trough hollowed from a log—
the trace of primitive sugar making. What
we see now is but amateur—the work of
two half-grown boys. We spread our
lunch at the foot of a noble oak, a dozen
gather around it, and we find with a touch
of dismay that there is but one pie and
that a luscious one, but everything tastes
good, and for once we escape the dish-
washing. There is no lack of amusement
to suit the taste, the dreamer asks no better
spot, the girls carpet their playhouses
with moss; the boys kill snakes and play
with the dog at the pond. One of them
finds a strange ball done up in a leaf and a
girl who reads Harper’s Young ' People re-
cognises it as one of the cocoons W. H.
Gibson writes about and receives it as a
great treasure. Meanwhile the sap in-the
kettles is kept boiling vigorously, and as

 

soon as there is sign of boiling over, more
from the barrels is thrown in. It requires
constant attention, and they tell us that
from the two barrels of sap they only ex-
pect about two gallons of syrup. The
hour for us to go comes altogether too
soon, and we leave the grove and group of

.friends with a sigh. We thought there

would be nothing left to notice on our re
turn, but the trio, tired and subdued, rouse
exclamation points over a pair of mud
turtles sunning themselves ona log, the
bright green of the sumach’s brancheS, the
yellow of the sweet brier, the blue birds
and butterflies. We bid our imaginary
guests good bye at the gate and feel that
all have had a happy time.

" I lean my heart against the day,
To feel its soft caressing:
And will not let it ass away
Before it leaves ts blessing."

Tuoxas. A. B. J.

 

SYMPATHY FOR THE SORROW'I'UL.

 

Florence thinks the Housnnonn is a
cheer in more ways than one since its
columns are open to words of sympathy
for the sick and the sad. Some have
already expressed their appreciation of
this new departure. How we love and
cherish the friend who comes to us with
true words of sympathy in our hours of
loneliness and sorrow! And when our
little paper comes to us laden with mes-
sages of comfort to the bereaved, it is
more highly prized by us than ever before.

The “angel of death” has visited so
many of our homes and robbed us of our
dear ones and left us desolate. We are re-
minded of this as we see the hearthstone
cold and vacant, and we know the bright
faces that clustered there of yore will
never come back again. Then ”there’s
the little empty cradle " and the silent play-
thing all “ wreathed with and memories "
of happy hours, never more to return.
These sorrows should soften the heart and
make us more sympathetic and tender
towards others, and also teach us to fulfill
the words of our text, “ It is better to go
to the house of mourning than to the houSe
of feasting. ms. H. B.

Amos.

 

Useful Recipes.

 

Bron Walrus-One pint boiled rice. warm:
one cup sour milk: but‘er size of a walnut;
thrre eggs: teaspoonful ra‘t and o 'e of 30‘s.
si'ted with one pint of flour. sin- the milk
into the rice, add the but‘e-, yolks of eggs.
well beaten, the whites beaten s‘itf, then the
flour. This rule will make rieep noasrs ry
adding a small cup 0' sweet milk.

 

BREAD Pancnxas.-Cup br! ad crumbs as k- :1
over- night in a quart of milk. in the morn-
ing mash flneand run through a sieve. Afd
two beattn eggs; half cup flour: ta' l srorn-
fat of sugar; teaspconful of salt. A very

itt‘e s"da may be necessary. There cakes
requ're more baking than ordinary p ~nears.

 

DARK Carnal—Three cups of molasses; one
cup coffee sugar: one cup buttrr, or use half
butter andhalf lard; four eggs; ore cup of
await milk; seven an! a half curs flour: rne
teaspmnful each of cloves. nutmeg. o'nra-
or n. 'al‘apice and soda: three cups of stoned
raisins; three cups of currents rn ’ two cups
of slice ‘ citron. This or aka 3 two large loaves.

 

 

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