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DETROIT; AUGUST 23, 1590.

 

 

,THE

HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

HA VING COMPANY.
The Better read “My dearest Sue.
Next Thursday I will spend with you;
I won‘t enjoy my visit, though,
If any trouble 1 bestow."

“ 0! I‘m so glad,“ cried Mrs. White.
“For company is such delight
But looking round her in dismay.
“I must get ready rigntvaway.";

Armed with a dust pan and a broom,

She went to work in every room,

She oi‘ed and polished, cleaned and rubbed
And mended, scoured, washed and scrubbed.

Then in the kitchen she began,

'While perspiration down her ran.

At pies and puddings, cakes and bread.
As if an army must be fed.

She toiled and fretted, cooked and baked.
She hurried, w0‘ ried, stewed and ached.
When Thursday came. she, nearly dead,
Just managed to crawl out of bed.

And Mrs. Company came, too;

They kissed and hugged like women do,
And then began tired Mrs. White

To make excuses, never right.

'- Oh, dear! my house“ (then waxen clean)
“ Is ‘most too dirty to be seen-

So shut your eyes—you're looking stout—
Take off your things—I‘m just worn out.

"‘ You must excuse my cooking. too,

It isn‘t fit to offer you.“

('Twas fit for kings.) “ Too bad you come
Just when I’m upside down at home."

And thus she welcomed and distressed
And spoiled the visit of her guest,
Who wished she hadn’t come to be

A tired woman‘s “ company."

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MOUNT MCGREGOR AND WOOD-
LAWN PARK.

 

Everybody remembers how eagerly the
’bulletins from Mount McGregor were ex~
pected five years ago this last July, when
"Grant lay dying on the mountain top. The
place will long be famed as the spot wh:re
the soldier-statesman breathed his last. It
is ten miles from Saratoga, and said to be
twelve hundred feet above it. A narrow
gauge railroad conveys passengers to the
summit, winding around the side of the
great hill, now crossing a trestle, now run
ning along a shelf blasted from the moun-
tain, so that on one hand you look straight
down into the tops of full grown trees and
on the other stare blankly at a solid wall
of rock so near you could apparently
touch it from the car window. Mount
MeGregor I should judge to be one enor-
mous rock, scantily covered with soil, the
result of ages of gradual disintegration
and vegetable accumulation. Everywhere

ghe rock crops out in ledges showing dis-

 

placed s’rata; in the crevices wherever a
handful cf soil gives foothold, the wild
shrubs of the forest maintain a precarious
existence. There is alittle station a couple
of miles from the top where another engine
was attached—“one pushcc, one pullee ”—
and a feW minutes more brought us to
within ten or fifteen feet of the top, Where
we left the cars and ascended on foot. On
the northeast the mountainjforms a bold
bluff, its wind-swept side and summit show-
ing it to be composed of solid rock. The
descent is almost perpendicular, and again
you look into the swaying tree tops which
fill the ravrne‘fand cling to the hillside.
From the bluff a beautiful view is obtained,
long stretches of fertile farleands, dotted
with houses and barns, orchards and grain-
fields; here atiny lakelet cradled in its basin
among the hills, there a church spire
gleaming white in the sunshine. Slope
rises above slope until they are lost in the
blue lines of the Green Mountains across
the border in Vermont. \Ve looked mwr
the Hudson river, without seeing it. A
faint blue haze hung over the landscape;
it is rare, they say, to have a perfectly
clear atmosphere. We sat down on one
of the rustic seats and took our fill of
beauty and the pure, bracing 'air at one
and the same time.

The cottage where Grant died was given
to the Grand Army of the Republic by its
owner, Banker J. W. Drexel, r.-f Philadcl‘
phia. It is in charge of a fine-looking
man who wore the Grand Army uniform.
Everything is as nearly as possiblejas
when it was occupied by its last tenant.
There is the bed upon which he died, the
clock stopped at the moment of his death
—July 23d, 1885, five years the‘ day we
visited the place. In an adjoining room
is the floral offering sent by the G. A. R ,
a very large pillow of immortelles,’ the
design a sword and the general’s star, and
also a mammoth “ gates ajar ” likewise in
immortelles. In the room back of this
were the great leather covered chairs in
which General Grant slept during that
wearisome period when he could not lie
down; the table at which he wrote, his
writing materials, and other articles he
used, just as he left them. I could not
help feeling, however, as if really correct
taste and a true appreciation of sentiment
would have retired from public gaze,
however reverent and sympathetic, the very
ordinary hose and undershirts exposed in
a glassfronted cabinet. N apoleon’s cocked
hat might excite an emotion quiescent
under the sight of his very unheroic flannel

 

under—drawers, though both were worn at
Waterloo. Hero worship demands some-
what of the ideal, not the painfully prosaic.
There were many visitors that day, but in
that little cottage there was the hush and
quiet that prevail in the presence of death
itself.

The following day we visited Woodlawn
Park, at Saratoga. the summer residence
of Judge Hilton, whose peculiar adminis-
tration of the A. T. Stewart estate has
given him a somewhat unenviable notoriety.
It comprises 1,800 acres about a mile
out of the village, though the street—North
Broadway ——is lined with elegant residences.
among them being “ the bottle house,” the
residence of Judge Dillon, of New York.
which is a curiosity in itself. Its exterior
walls are covered with stucco, with the
bottoms of bottles embedded in it; there
are all sorts and conditions of bottles, from
the harmless pmrbottle to the expensive
champagne. ‘he judge is “strictly tem-
perate,” and his fancy for a decoration so
at variance with his principles is a freak,
evidently. A thirsty friend once para-
phrased the Aucicut Mariner’s famous
line into “Bottles, bottles everywhere.
and not a drop to drink.” John Morrissey,
gambler, pugilist, and ear-member of Con-
gress for New York, has his beautiful
lawn decorated by a fighting gladiator and
a magnificent statue of the Apollo Belvi-
dere. Upon one lawn we saw bananas
and orange and lemon trees in fruit, grow-
ing and apparently flourishing in the open
air, while tine specimens of palms and
other stately and costly tropical plants
were largely used for the decoration of the
lawns and wide verandahs.

Woodlawn is entered between stone gate-
ways surmounted by marble statues and
busts. The landscape gardener who laid
it out was an artist and made the most of
its natural capabilities. Every vantage
point has been seized and utilized to af-
ford a fine vista or a glimpse of distant
landscape. As the surface is diversified
by hills and natural terraces, agreeably
broken by level stretches, and the wood
has been judiciously cut out, the effect is
very fine. There are eighteen miles of
drives, maintained at great expense, men
being constantly at work upon them. Hay
is the only crop raised, and large quanti-
ties are cut yearly; we passed the barns
and stacks at which the men were still at
work. Every Winter when snow falls in

. sufficient quantity to permit, Judge Hilton
, orders the drives rolled, thus packing the

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paved streets are bare, and the public are
at liberty to drive there. as much as they
please.

Judge Hilton has two residences——
“ cottages ”—at Woodlawn, not more than
a stone’s throw apart. One, “The Way-
side,” built of stone and wood, is his home
when he chooses to pay Saratoga a visit in
winter; the other is of brick, and occupied
in summer. Both are beautiful, but “The
Wayside” was rebuilt twice before it
suited its capricious master. There is a
small pond on the grounds, fed by springs,
shut in by a fringe of trees, and with a
boat house which indicates its use.

Judge Hilton’s “ Naboth‘s vineyard ”
is close'under his aristocratic nOSe. He
has arrania for buying land to add to
Woodlawn, and after the initial purchase,
taken under mortgage foreclosure at a low
figure, has paid exorbitant prices for par
eels he coveted. But there are two old
couples, Irish by birth, owing about four
acres each, who will not sell “for love
nor money” though offered many times
the value of their holdings. To all over-
tures they reply they have enough to last
them while they live, and probably derive
much satisfaction from the knowledge
they have something whichamany-time
millionaire covets and which his millions
cannot buy. So there they stay, their
characteristic unthrift and untidiness in
strong contrast to the immaculate trimness
of things all about them. The Judge also
wanted to buy the Drexel residence, as he
owns the land on three sides of it, and it is
but a small lot of perhaps an acre. But
here again his desires were thwarted, and
Drexel’s refusal to sell broke up a life-
time friendship. Hilton planted a willow
hedge along his “ line fence,” to shut off
Drexel’s view of the park, and Drexel
turned his back whenever the Judge rode
by, showing even rich and benevolent
men are not above the gratification of
petty spite in school-boy fashion. Drexel’s
last will and testament also provided the
place should not be sold, but that it should
be kept up and some of the family should
spend some portion of every summer there.
Saratogians speculate as to the probability
that Hilton will at his death leave this fine
park to the towu; and are divided between

their wish to secure so great an addition to
their ” attractions” and a wholesome awe
of the increased taxation which would
necessarily follow the maintenance of such
a large domain in proper order. But the
owner’s previous record for generosity is
not such that it is worth while to worry
much over the ultimate destination of the

property.

St. Christina’s Home at Saratoga is a
noble charity of which I had never before
The Home and the beautiful
grounds surrounding it were given by a
wealthy resident of Albany as a summer
home for sick and poor children, in loving

heard .

memory of his dead daughter Chris ina

Same seventy or eighty are sent here every
year from the city to gain lealth and
grow fat and happy in country air and

sunshine.

ten miles from the former station, is Round
Lake, owned by the Round Lake Associa-
tion, a semi pleasure, demi-religio-educa-
tional resort, after the order of Chautauqua
and Bay View. It is quite a noted place, a
great many conventions and assemblies
being held there, as well as the famous
Round Lake camp-meetings. There is a
large auditorium, with wooden roof and
canvas enclosed sides, and a grand organ;
lots of boarding-houses, shops, cottages,
postofiice, telephone, etc. It is regularly
laid off in avenue s, and shaded by plenty
of fine trees. Here too is the George West
Art Museum, the gift of Hon. George West,
of Ballston, who claims to be the largest
manufacturer of paper in the United
States, and who came to America without
a cent, saved money on a salary of $5 per
week, married on $7;and proposedto build
his own monument—the Art Museum——
before he died so he could see how he
liked it. The collection is very good in
some points, especially archaeology, though
a rather miscellaneous aggregation.
Round Lake itself is, as its name indi-
cates, set in a perfectly circular basin
among the wooded hillslopes which form
its cradle. Its waters are blue as a June
sky, its expanse unbroken by even the
smallest ofislands. It is said to be full of
fish, but we watched the embarkati n of
two fishermen armed with every modern
device of the angler’s art without one as—
piration to follow their example and engage
in that laziest of occupations, going a fish-
ing. I shall always remember Round
Lake, because, as the little girl said, “I
was so s’prised” there. We arrived late,
hungry as hunters, breakfast only a
memory. We dined abundantly and bound
ourselves never to tell how much we really
did eat on that occasion. Being conver-
sant with the usual schedule of prices at
“resorts,” especially for “transients,” the
landlady quite took my' breath away by
charging but twenty-five cents for the

meal. BE .vrmx.
M...—

MY TRIP TO FLORIDA.

 

I have just been reading and enjoying
E. C.’s “Trip to Goderich,” and it occur-
red to me that some of the HOUSEHOLD
readers might be interested in hearing
about my trip to Florida.

The drive was taken March 29th, 1889.
I had been spending several months in
Southern Georgia, and could not think of
coming north without entering the State
I had so often dreamed about and longed
to visit. When we first talked of visiting
Florida, we thought nothing less than St.
Augustine or a trip to the Gulf could
satisfy us. Later, we decided thatatrip
to Tallahassee would be interesting and
more economical. But when vacation
arrived and the contents of our pocket-
books had been counted, and we began to
realize that our week’s vacation contained
only seven days; we decided that a drive to
Monticello would be very enjoyable.
Monticello is a small town, located ten
miles from the Georgia line and twenty-
two miles from the place where we board-

rail, but wished to enjoy the scenery, sos
hired a double carriage and a coloredtr
driver for the trip. The carriage arrived:
at seven, and we soon stood upon the
porch with our wraps and a lunch basket,
receiving the kind wishes of those who»
were to remain at home, and determined».
in our own minds to leave all care behind
and enjoy the outing to the best of our
ability.

The day was perfect, not even a cloud
in the heavens to remind us of a storm.
In the early morning we needed iightr
wraps, but by ten o’clock were glad to lay'
them aside. The roads are excellent, and
wound through the forest at least half the -
distance. The Southern forests are al-
ways pretty, but in March and April they
are especially lovely. All winter we had5
admired the magnolias, pines, live and:
water oaks, and had wished many times
that our Northern forest could keep its
bright mantle on twelve months in a year.
At this time the deciduous oaks, the sweet
gum and some other varieties were just
putting forth fresh foliage, and the light'
green of the new leaves blended well with
the dark green of the evergreens. Every"
where flowers greeted our eyes and called
forth exclamations of delight. Some-
times it was the Cherokee rose, which had
climbed to an unusual height and covered
some trees with beautiful snow-white blos-
soms. Even the yellow jessarnine was not
unheeded, though we had picked many a .
bouquet before. This is a vine that blos-
soms in February and continues in bloom
many weeks. It is very plentiful in the
South, and much admired for its delicate
fragrance. In some places the pink
azaleas grew in such profusion they seemed
to forma wall of pink. The dog-wood
trees, which grow large and more perfect
than at the North, were in full bloom, also
the pink crab apple; so the whole forest"
seemed one huge bouquet. And mocking "
birds added to the pleasure of the occasion
by singing their sweetest songs. Southern

trees, but we had seen so much of this
we hardly noticed it. 2* never admired
it as some do, for a tree covered with
long gray moss was always a solemn

dwelt upon death and old age when I
viewed it.

One distinctive feature of the South is
the absence of bridges. A stream that
can be forded b j, a. h )rse is seldom brid ged, .
We crossed a stream where the water was
so deep we were obliged to lift out reet
from the bottom of the carriage to keep-
them dry. We were in such an amiable
mood that day this little excitement only
added to our pleasure; but I usually felt
like exclaiming with Miss Ophelia, "‘ Oh'
how shiftless!” We had much sport look--
ing for the Florida line, and wondering
if we should notice the difference when we
passed from Georgia into Florida. We“
did not notice much difference in the-
vegetation, but after entering Florida, we-
saw several colored women plowing; and.
as we had never seen them thus engaged.
before, we concluded that must be a dis-

 

 

On the Ballston & Schenectady railroad,

ed. We could have reached the town by

tinetive feature. Plowing in the South is

moss was festooned from many of the-~

sight to me, and my thoughts invariably -.

 
 

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not much like plowing in the North.
There they use a small shovel plow, often
with only one mule attached, and only
plow the ground three inches deep. At
that season they were preparing the ground
for the cotton crop.

We reached Monticello about eleven.
After resting a short time at the hotel, we
began to look about the town and seek out
a suitable spot for our picnic dinner. We
soon discovered the desired place under a
large live oak, and proceeded to enjoy our
well filled lunch basket.

The town is not noted for its fine build-
ings or any natural curiosity; and there
were no orange groves to wander through.
But we saw some fine fig trees and a few
small orange trees. We purchased a
bouquet which contained orange blossoms,
and tried to imagine the beauty and fra-
grance of a real orange grove. Nearly
every garden had a variety of rare rose
bushes which were in full bloom at this
time. The roses of the South are so
beautiful I never found words to express
my admiration for them. It seemed as
though I must love them as I would per-
sonal friends. The wisteria covered the
front of many houses with delicate bluish
blossoms, resembling our sweet pea in
shape.

The landlord attire hotel tried to add
interest to the place by telling us of some
nobleman who had onceresided there. But
I did not remember the name over night;
for I never admired a foreigner, even
though a nobleman, half as much as I do
a good American citizen. And I would
sooner meet some of the successful women
in our own country than to see the Queen
of England.

We bade farewell to Monticello about
four p. m., and reached home soon after
seven, somewhat tired with our drive of
forty miles, but well pleased with our
holiday. 0. M. CURTIS.

OLIVET.
—-—ooo-—-——

KINDNESS TO THE LIVING.

As I was passing the cemetery one of
those hot days the last week in July, there
came out of the gate two poor women, on
foot. They had been to shed a few tears
and place a few flowers on the grave of
a friend recently buried. They looked
tired and heated, and they must have
walked more than half a mile in that boil~
ing sun for this purpose. I could not
help asking myself how much would they
have incommoded themselves for this
friend if she were alive and well.

And the thought is just as applicable to
the larger share of humanity. When we
are all alive and stirring we are all too
careless about speaking a kind, gentle, ap-
preciative, encouraging or sympathizing
word. We are too careless or selfish—
which is it?-—to ineommode ourselves very
much for the pleasure or benefit of others.
If we knew they would live but a few
weeks, we would feel we could not do
enough for them. How much happier we
would bepand our friends also, if we could
only live each day as if we knew it was to
be the_last for either us or our friend! In-

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stead, we all act as if we expected we were
to live here always. The avenues of our
hearts get choked up with the weeds of
envy and jealousy; if our neighbor or
friend has some attention that we do not,
or buys something which we think we
cannot afford, how easy to an undisciplined
nature comes a twinge of jealousy or an
envious feeling, though we may have
many things the person envied does not,
and perhaps they are much the more de-
serving.

Is there anything that causes more
trouble than envy and jealousy! How
many things will the jealous person try to
ferret out to injure the one of whom they
are jealous! They often are the origina-
tors of many false reports, causing many
bitter tears to flow and many excruciating
pains in the heart.

Envy and jealousy both arise from
selfishness, and how can the selfish person
be tender and considerate of any one who
does not do as they wish them to, who does
not administer to their selfish desires? We
all know many charming people who
seem almost without a flaw until interests
conflict, or they wish us to see the things
in which both are interested through their
eyes; and because we cannot they accuse
usand we accuse them of being selfish, of
wanting everything their own way. We
think the other party the most disagreeable
person we ever met; and we are apt to say
some not particularly kind things. (But
it does not pay; the more a person gives
their mind to this kind of thinking, the
faster they will slide down to the level
of those meannesses, if they were ever
above them.) But let those persons die,
how quick then we are to see the good,
lovable qualities and recognize the worth
which we overlooked while they were
with us!

Let us each aim forahigher stand in
life; let us strive more effectually to be
what we wish people to think we are. Let
us cultivate love and a kindly feeling
where now it is perhaps only simulated.
Some noted person has said “ Our-highest
aim is the measure of our ability.” Let us
look for yam; everywhere; not only to find
good but to do good while we and our
friends are living and can see and feel
grateful to us.

How many hearts there are all about us
aching in loneliness for the sympathy
which will be lavished on their senseless
clay when they have no need of it! These
do not “ wear their heart on their sleeve;”
they are those who always carry a smile
on their faces, but you never get far below
the surface until ytu have proved yourself
a friend indeed.

In looking over one of our papers I saw
in a Chicago correspondents letter an
account of some young ladies who became
interested in a poor family, and found
work for two of the girls. The warm
weather and confinement told severely on
them. One of the young ladies, a judge's
daughter, offered to send one of the girls
away to a resort for rest and recuperation,
but the employer would not consent to
sIare her because he was pressed with

 

work. So the judge’s daughter went
every day for two weeks, leaving home a:
six o’clock in the morning and returning at
seven in the evening, and filled the girl’s
place that she might have the needed vaca
tion. Not until the rested worker had re-
turned was it learned that the substitute
was a judge’s daughter. Does this not:
read like a fairy story? It is told for
truth. If it is true, there is hope for this
wicked old world yet. I wonder if i am
acquainted with any young ladies who
would sit in a tailor's shop ten hours .1 day
for half that number of days that some
other girl might rest? How many are the
g rls who will assume all the work of the
kitchen and dairy that mother may take a
few weeks‘ rest, when the needed rest may
mean life or death; and in any case hap‘v
piness or misery, the misery of a continued
weariness in both body and mind, or the
happiness of a rested body, as well as the
happiness one must feel in being thepos
sessor of a daughter who would feziits.
pleasure to bear some of her burdens, a
daughter who would be glad to suffer
some of the heat and the weariness, that
mother may rest and be cool and brighten
herself up! Would not many more girls
think of this and feel it a pleasure to do if
mothers made their daughters companions,
if they lived in intimate social relations, so
they understood each other’s thoughts and
feelings on all subjects?

I have known mothers and daughters
who were more strangers to each others’
hearts than to any of their neighbors. .7,"
have known mothers who never said,
“ Daughter, I am very tired and my head
aches; if you will get dinner for father and
the boys I will go and lie down and rest
awhile.” Instead it would be, “ Jane, go
and get the _p0tatoes and other vegetables
ready, and when time put them cooking,”
and then walk off, nothing more said.
Even when she got up and returned to the
living room, the mother would take up
her work, and the daughter would go to
her room (as soon as the dinner dishes were
washed) to do something in which she. is
interested, or to read a borrowed novel.
she does not wish her mother to see. This
way of living is growing beautifully less,
I am glad to say; since Young America has
come to the front there is a different order
of things, but there is room for a. vast.
amount of improvement in the matter of
showing and feeling more kindly thoughb
fulness between members of one family.
and also between members of the unit-ten
all family. God speed that day.

Rrvnnsinn. POLLY

 

THE Detroit Exposition opens on the
26th inst, and continues ten days. The
headquarters of the Farmer: on the
grounds will be in the picturesque Swiss
chalet which was purchased at the Flower
Show last sprin g, and which will be located
in “ Newspaper Row,” at the northwest:
corner of the main building; and here we
hope to see many 0‘: our friends. We shall
have samples of the sewing machines fun
nished by the FARMER on hand, and invite
those interested to come in and insper.
them. _

 


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ZERO}! A. SCHOOL GIRL’S STAND-
POINT.

.téilthough I have never occupied the un-
enviable position of district school ma’am
".I have oecuphd the equally unenviable
and unsatisfactory one of district sch 01
girl. 'I attended a district school from the
ttime I was old enough to say my letters
and count as far as twenty, until a few
years ago when I entered a high school.
:Since then i have had to unlearn a great
deal that I had learned at the country
school, and learn more thoroughly some
things that were thought too inconsequent
to be remembered when I studied them

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. ince I left I have had no desire to re-
turn to the scene Of my earliest schooldays
any longer than to visit my old school-
unates in the old schoolhouse. But only
a few of the boys and girls of my age at-
‘tend regularly now. The boys have be-
- come engrossed in farm work, at least the
most Of them, and are only found in their
places during the winter months, when
they spend the most of their time in re-
"viewing arithmetic and neglecting the
other studies.

“Some of the girls have married, and
others, backed by a third grade certificate,
have entered the range of country school
teachers, while the girls and boys who still
. scramble for the back seats at the begin-
ning of each term are studying the same
lessons out of the same books that they
were studying when i left them.

The latest edition of youngsters who
laily add reinforcements to the paper
wads on the ceiling and f :esh ink blots to
".‘he pine desks, are wriggli: g their way
“Enough the series of dog-cared readers
"which have descended from their older
brothers and sisters.

Although I am only a school girl, in-
experienced in educational work) I do not
believe that the average district school will

. ever be of much advantage to the scholar
~ after he has obtained the rudiments of his
education, until higher wages are paid so
that “teachers may be obtained whose
education has not been limited to the
mango of these same schools, with the
'~ theories and methods gleaned while in at-
‘ tendsnce at summer normals and teachers’
ainstitutes. SCHOOL GrnL.

I'

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"TO MAKE'GOOD COFFEE.

 

 

'Some of the sisters of the HOUSEHOLD
' will probably smile at the presumption of
a man giving directions about culinary
’Inatters; but living in different families for
twenty winters in my early life, “ boarding
round” while teaching district schools;
living for a number of years in the latter
'part of my life among Spanish families on
the Pacific coast, and having traveled some-
' what extensively in the South, in both of
. which latter places the people justly pride
' themselves on making good cofiee; and
having done my own cooking for three
years in California, I have the vanity to

’ think my rare opportunities for observa.
"fion warrant me in believing I can give

one to get right up and howl, put a heap-
ing tablespoonful of fresh, finely ground
coffteintoatight linen bag, add to this
in the coffee pot a cup of cold water for
each spoonful of coffee, set away to infuse
till morning, boil slowly for ten or fifteen
minutes before serving, and you have the
strength all extracted, and a clear amber
beverage, requiring no settling material,
and good enough for the gods or any
mortal to drink. GRASDI’A.
Mcsrrmon

-——-.Q.———-———

SEVERAL THINGS.
Has anybody missed me? I have been
traveling most a week. Who knows into
what ruts they fall by years of round-and
round until lifted out, and then how they
long to get back into them, like the Prisoner
of Chillon to his celll It is a strange sensa-
tion to one very rarely from home to find
herself in a large gathering and realize
“ Nobody knows me;” and a very different
feeling when on the train you unexpectedly
meet a friend of your childhood.
I did not get out of Michigan, so on my
friend’s table lay the HOUSEHOLD. I
asked " What do you think of one hun-
dred and forty- seven napkins a week?” as
I glanced at her neat. breakfast table spread
with a red cloth and napkin in ring at each
place. “ Why, the absurdity!” she re-
plied. “ We use our napkins a week, won-
der if she uses twenty-one tablecloths! ”
and here followed some good words for the
HOUSEHOLD. Just now while looking over
the HOUSEHOLDS I find the Sabbath ques-
tion will not down. Isaiah says: “ If
thou turn away thy foot from the Sabbath,
from doing thy pleasure on my holy day,
and call the Sabbath a delight, not doing
thine own way nor finding thine own
pleasure, then sh alt thou delight thyself in
the Lord.” The foundation principle of
the gospel is self-denying love for the sake
of others. One may be strong enough to
forsake the assembling together, but what
of the weak brother who in such diversion
might be led into sin? “ NO man liveth
to himself alone.”

And now about work for children. As
soon as baby can close a door or bring a
paper let him do so, but do not tie him to
one monotonous set of things every day.
Children love to do what you are doing,
and quite an experience has taught me
that the time to teach children is when
they want to learn; they will be awkward
and hinder, but mind, they are trying to
learn now with an enthusiasm that will not
come again if repeatedly told “Oh go
away, don’t bother now.” Grandma asks
this, I suppose for the benefit of those not
grandmothers yet. About family govern-
ment, when the first half of my family
gathered around my knee I could have
given advice freely, but the experiences
that have accumulated with the coming
of the rest make me very silent. Of one
thing I am fully pe'suaded and that is,

by neglect than by an undue share of love.

time made by the older ones.

 

gnome valuable hints on cooking.

.fll‘o make a cup of coffee that will cause

    

that the unlucky last baby is spoiled more

Don’t forget the baby in the demands for

Demon,” and I fear it is true there is
such a demon thrusting work upon us that
steals our time from our children and
starves love out of the family. Oh for
divine wisdom 'to teach us what is essen-
tial and what non essential in our lives!
MRS. SERENA STEW.

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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

WRAP left over bits of piecrust in tissue
paper and put them in a cool place,
and they can be used at the next day’s
baking.

 

HUCKLEnnnnr pie is rather tasteless
stuff. >Try the juice of half a lemon or
a tablespoonful of cider vinegar in each

pie.

 

IT is recommended that new linen table-
cloths, napkins and towels be not put
through the wringer before hanging up,
but put upon the line dripping wet. The
fine wrinkles and creases made by the
wringer are hard to iron out. If hung up
while wet, there are no wrinkles.

 

A COMMON mistake is to boil green corn
too long. When tender and fresh ten
minutes is long enough, and even the
oldest and hardest of green corn will cook
in twenty minutes. Corn cut from the
cob should cook in ten minutes. Always
put green corn into boiling water.

 

THE Northwest says: To clean and re
store the elasticity of cane chair bottoms,
couches, etc, turn up the chair bottom.
etc, and with hot water and a sponge
wash the canework well, so that. it may be
well soaked; should it be dirty, you must
add soap; let it dry in the air, and you will
find it as tight and fi m as when new, pro-
vided the cane is not broken.

 

Contributed Recipes.
Toruto CATSE’P ——One peck ripe tomatoes:
one ounce salt; one ounce mace: one table-
spoonful each of black pepper and celery
seed; seven table=p"onfuls ground mustard;
one teaspoonful each of cayenne pepper and
ground cloves. Boil the tomatoes till thor-
oughly cooked, put fhrough a colander and
then through a hair sieve. Return to the fire,
add the seasoning and boil five hours. taking
care to stir frequently, and almost constantly
during the last hour. Let stand twelve hours
in a cool place, then add a. pint of strong
vinegar. Bottle; sealing the corks with hot
wax. The celery seed should he put in thin
muslin bags. KIT.
BEDFORD.

 

CUCUMBER PICKLES —To a gallon of cider
vinegar add a teacup of salt. Wash small
cucumbers and put, in as long as the vinegar
covers them. Cover with aplate and small
weight to keep them under the vinegar. These
are crisp and sour.

To KEEP GREEN Comm—Cut the corn from
the cob. and to each gallon add a very small
cup of salt: stir we‘l together, put in a stone
crock and cover with a white cloth and plate
and a weight on that. The cioth must. be
rinsed each morning for two weeks, and then
the corn is fit for use. DILL.

 

I have just read an article on the “ Work

Ft NEON.