Tags-“Pia“?upH‘i’uPo‘o‘rsvne-vn‘waic' DETROIT. SEPT. 6. 1590. THE. HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement. THBIC'I 6'30 WNED. JIpon a royal throne I saw one stand, A scepter in her hand, ”With grace and dignity to give command: .And hireling vassals followed in her train, And glorified her reign, .And far and wide extended her domain. “ Long live the Queen!" they cried, with eager voice, And bade their hearts rejoice, That she thus honored was the people’s choice; The jeweled crown and ermined robe she wore, As emblems of her pow'r, Made them exalt her majesty the more. .‘And all went well, for she was wise and just, A woman one could trust, .And with her statesmen wondrous schemes discussed; -And thus her fame spread all the world around, And nowhere could be found "A nobler woman than the queen thus crowned. 'And yet no woman's heart. with all its pride, Can e’er be satisfied If love‘s sweet homage is to her denied; .And, though she be an heiress to a throne, And vast estates she own, Her reign’s a sad one if she reins alone. And when he comes—the arbiter of fate— Ber soul’s own chosen mate, - How dull and tasteless are affairs of state! .‘Her heart, that erst had been a passive thing, Starts up, acknowledging With trumpet tongue its master and its king. . 'With him her honors and her wealth she shares And’i’eels, howe’er she fares, ‘Twice crowned as Wife cf him whose name she bears. The coronet' of gems, the wreath of bays, The attribute of praise, .And all the splendor of triumphal days Vanish before the glory now possessed, When she, Madonna blestl 'With rapture clasps her baby to her breast; .And far removed from all disturbing schism, Receives the sweet baptism '. As one whom God has touched with holy chrism. 'True woman’s heart, in every age and zone, Has one ambition known; To love most fondly something all its own. _And though as Queen she rules with high behest. As Wife is oft addressed, “The crown of Motherhood becomes her best. Josephine Pollard. “(:24 THE EXPOSITION. In spite of the predictions of the croak- tiers, the second Exposition, held in this city August 26th to September 45th, was as successful as that of last season, which all united in saying was “splendid.” The great main building, with its' immense floor space, was perhaps not as crowded with exhibits as last year, but this gave visitors all the better opportunity to see xthe display to advantage. Seine of the .finns which were represented a year ago made no entries, buttheir places were filled by others. It would be impossible to men- tion all the exhibits, so I shall speak only of a few of the more interesting ones. F. G. Smith & Co. dazzled us by a case-fun of diamonds, among which was a tiara and necklace once worn by the beautiful and unfortunate ex~Empress Eugenie. There was one great stone, a fountain of light, valued at $20,000; three strings of real pearls, valued at $5,000, costly rings and brooches, so that in all there must have been nearly $100,000 worth of gold and precious stones enclosed in that one small showcase, which was constantly under surveillance, and nightly escorted to the safe by a detail of deputy sheriffs. “ Guess I’ll come round after I get paid off and buy that diamond necklace for my girl,” said a ycung man to his friend as they paused before the case. “ Huh!” was the reply. “I’m going to buy that twenty thousand dollar stone and apply for a situation as hotel clerk.” The feminine beholders were either dazzled into silence, or exclaimed “ How beautiful!” and “ Which would you choose?” while the masculine contingent, generally, looked on with sublime indifl'erence, which some- times deepened into contempt for those so foolish as to attach such value to sparkling stones. “ If it had been a fine horse, now i” The cracker companies had formed a “ trust” and united in making a unique exhibit. An immense revolving cylinder and an equally immense Wheel were filled with specimens of the various fanCy crackers knownto the trade, and when you look them over you decide their name is legion. The model of a full rigged ship, the “ Dakr ta,” was much admired; as also the fine display of yachts, rowboats, racing shells and other nautical craft made by several boat building firms of the city. I heard a young lady ask her escort, “ What have you sceri that you would like best to own?" and his answer came promptly, “ That sail-boat over there! ” I thought I heard her whisper “those diamonds” as they turned away. Berry Bros’ cottage made of gums used in the varnish business was again on ex- hibition, together with cases filled with specimens of gums, some of which had been boiled and bleached till they looked like molasses candy and quite good enough to eat. Here were reliefs of a Maori woman and child, and a bust of a Maori warrior, made of gum found in Zanzibar. Taylor & Woolfenden showed exquisite and costly laces. fans, handkerchiefs and other goods admired by womankind; New- land & Co., elegant cloaks and furs, among the latter the expensive Russian sable, both made up and in the skins, which, small as they are, are valued at $50 each; boas and capes of ostrich feathers, both black and white elicited some queries as to the possible purpose of their existence. The willingness of the public to sample anything that is “ free ” was exemplified by the crowds which constantly surround- ed the exhibit of Van Houten’s cocoas and Armour's preparations of beef, where cocoa and beef tea were served in tiny cups to all who looked wishful. Mabley & Co. made a large exhibit of men’s furnishings, ladies and children’s garments, china, etc., and the “endless procession” feature of their display was the source of considerable wonderment to “those who had never seen anything of the kind. The Michigan Fish Commission made another display, which was one of the most attractive features in the main building. A tiny waterfall had been arranged, and mosses and small evergreen shrubs height- ened the effect of the painted rocks among which the fish tanks were apparently placed. There were specimens of gold bearing quartz from the Ropes mine in the Upper Peninsula; and one corner on the second floor was taken up by an exhibit of shells, corals, crustacsea, eggs of various species of animals and similar wares for the admiration of the naturalist. Thomas & Huyette, draughtsmen, showed plans and drawings of vessels, etc., and “blue prints” of Detroit and river scenery; Beals & Selkirk exemplified the processes of trunk and valise making, the Garland Stove Company had workmen engaged in making castings, who exp‘ained how the heap of moulders’ sand was used; the Cardiff Iron 8.: Coal Company came up from Tennessee to show us specimens of iron ores and coal, and samples of Southern lumber. A new feature was a fountain in the centre of the lower floor, whose waters plashed in a rcckwork basin and sprayed groups of foliage plants prettily aranged about it. The Armen'an in his red fez was again on hand, with his outfit of alleged attar of roses and the tiny jugs in which he sold a drop of the perfume for five cents. As the real attar of roses is worth much more than its weight in gold, the genuine being sold at not less than a dollar adrop and not entirely beyond suspicion of adulteration at that, I have grave doubts as to whether that perfume ever THE HOUSEHOLD. saw arose. If he’d called it oil of rose geranium, for instance, it would not have sold as well but the statement would have been nearer fact. The exhibit of fancy work was much larger and better than last season’s, and so varied that to behold was like looking through‘ a kaleidoscope. The manufac- turers of crazy quilts are not dead yet, or else their works survive them, for that peculiar style of patchwork was well repre- sented. One, entirely in black, its only embellishment being the ornamental stitches joining the pieces, was pretty; one was surprised to see the difference in color of the black silks, satins and brocades of which it was made. There were some very elaborate samples of drawn work, and of knitted laces, and any quantity of rugs, tidies, lambrequins and drapes, paintings on velvet and silk muslin; but what I ad~ mired most was a lunch cloth of plain linen in an all over design of white and gold. ‘ In the Art'Gallery, Constantin Makofi- sky’s great picture, “ The Judgment of Paris ” was the principal feature. Last year his “Russian Wedding Feast” was admired by thousands. At the marriage of Peleus and Thetis, Eris, the goddess of Discord, angry because she was not in- vited, tossed upon the table while the guests were seated about it, a golden apple, hearing the inscription “To the Fairest.” Juno, Minerva and Venus each claimed the award, and the politic Jupiter, not daring to make a choice which might imperil his royal serenity in the abode of the gods, referred the question to a mortal, Paris. the son of Prism, the faithless husband who deserted the nymph of Mount Ida and married Helen of Troy. Each of the rival 'god- desses ofiered the judge 'a gift. Juno promised royal power, Minerva, invincible success in war, while Venus would con- fer the gift of love, he should be beloved by all. The picture represents the mo- ment when overcome by the dazzling beauty of Venus he gives her the golden trophy, while the ofiended Juno looks haughtily from her chariot and scornful Minerva turns indignantly away. I heard an untaught criticism on this picture which well conveys an artistic truth. An elderly lady, just leaving the room, said “ Venus aint got a stitch of clothes on but some- how she don’t look immodest.” . . There were some good pictures among those in the general collection. The 4 “ Queen of the Montauks” reminded one! of Janauschek’s impersonation of “Meg Merriliesf’ Hopkin’s “Home of’ theglic- ~Gaegoré” is a beautiful landscape, repre: senting a bit of Scotland’s picturesqua' ,. scenery, the home of the lawless but de- voted followers of the McGregors who figure in “Rob Roy.” Two beautiful" Autumn scenes, "‘ October Days” add an- other whose name I have forgotten, were artistic gems and fit companions faggeach other; and “ Can you Break a Five 2"” was another example of that marvelous imita. tion of textures which deluded so man etc, last year, the work of the same artist. “ The Pride of the Farm ” was a girl car~ ryin g a big pumpkin; the question involun- tarily arose—“ The lady or the pumpkin, which?” . The crowd on Saturday afternoon, “Mili- tary Day,” was immense; the grounds were fairly covet ed with people divided between their anxiety to see the soldiers, see the balloon go up. and hear the band. I could think of nothing buta mammoth swarm of bees, as I locked down over the grounds, and especially when the 6:30 boat brought up a crowd of a thousand or more from the city who advanced upon the grounds in solid phalanx. And not the least amu- sing feature of the Exposition was the people who attended it. Some came in as if they owned the whole thing and had come round to collect the rent; others with a bored air, as if they didn’t really want to come but as it seemed the proper thing they’d try to do what was expected of them; others evidently proposed to investi- gate everything, quite regardless of other people’s toes. There was the woman laden with enormous lunch baskets which she carefully bore wi hher wherever she went, while her husband basely deserted her and sought safety in the stock department; there was the mother who bore about in her arms the wailing baby in long clothes toward which spectators’ hearts went out in pity, and the resplendent maiden whose cup of happiness overflowed when an acquaintance in uniform joined her. What a fascination buttons and btue have for most women! We sat on the balcony overlooking the stand where Cappa’s Fourth Regiment band was discoursing popular airs and watched the shifting spectacle before us, the ever changing crowd and the little lake wi h its fleet of sail-boats—a nautical merry-go round, while beyond stretched the beautiful river and the fair Canadian shore, and this is what we overheard as the band played “ The Last Rose of Summer” “Makes a man awful awkward to put him in the middle of a sandwich, doesn’t it,” as a young man ambled by with a girl on either arm, his hands complacently clasped across his stomach and out of step with his fair companions. “Get on to the 01-1 gal with the curls! Isn’t she giddy? See her flirt that fan? “Why she’s fifty if she’s a day! Land alive, what a kitten! She looks as if she .might be Dickens’ ‘ Mrs. Nickleby’ flirt- ing with the cucumber man!” As an acquaintance passed, “ Isn’t he the .most awkward fellow you ever saw? He’s always falling over himself! ” " Isn’t Cappa sweet?” “ 0h, he’s perfectly adorable; he’s got such a magnificent moustache.” A very showy dress elicited this: “Do see that green plaid suit! Why you can fairly hear 1}!!! ” “ I always think of boiled lobster when I see a woman dressed in red.” * “What makes a man stand round in a mom with his-elbows out? Somebody fright ‘togéunch him. There! (as some- hfidv did give him a knock) take in your who saw the old cabinet with its aint I postage stamps, dollar bill, "ahflpgister's". 1? I a , ”wings and don’t fly so high." ’ ‘f f : ’45 V 1 g I a ”at, '4 ‘6 ._ V ’7 1 s 3 if! "v' ' If . v L W5 .. 3 I - V .5‘ I f a V‘ 5 ‘ .t _ “it é‘ -. . I f ‘t .' 7 T; r. if " l‘ a“ . ‘ . I Z‘ ; .. I 1‘ g! . “ Say, that old lady down there, the one- with the umbrella, I saw her standing by the bath-tubs in the main building and ask ing ‘ What’s them?’ ” - And so it went on, “Words, words,. words!” The “ Destruction of Pompey-c7,” as the boys who sold “ all about the play for five cents" called it, was far finer than any one had anticipated. At least 250 people joined in the procession upon the stage. and stood about while the games supposed: to constitute a Roman holiday were in progress. These were trials of strength, slack wire performances and bicycle riding. Whether these “amused the natives” in Herculaneum and Pompeii A. D. '79 I’m sure I don’t know, so please don’t ask me. The play itself is the merest thread on which to hang the games and the volcanic eruption of red fire and pyrotechnics with. Pompeii;” and was presented in an out door theatre, so to speak, and on ascale' impossible in a regular theatre. The im~ mense stage represented a street in Pom- peil, with temples and colonnades and villas, all apparently of solid masonry— and I will not dispel the illusion by telling the secret of their construction. An arti- ficial lake separated the stage from the grand stand, which was nightly crowded with spectators. The canvas Vesuvius- formed the background and from its crater came a shower of rockets, red fire and flame, which, accompanied with detona- tions‘representing seismic convulsions, the falling buildings and the shrieking people, made a wonderfully realistic picture and a beautiful scene, followed afterwards by a display of fireworks which provoked the usual “ Ohs ” and Ahs” from the throng. And if you attended the Exposition and did not see “ Pompey-2‘” destroyed. you made a mistake, that’s all. BEATBIX. —-*— TEE TINTYPI: GALLERY. Of course, as the Farm is supposed to- circulate principally among farmers, all the readers of the Housnnpm) are familiar-- with that pecu iar characteristic of sheep- which leads them to always follow one of their number that may happen to start off in any direction. Let one sheep break away from its companions, and ‘if they do not .at once follow it- will be but a'shoi't time before they have gathered about the straggler. Where one goes, the rest speedily follow; and the farmer’s boy sent to turn the sheep into a new pasture, knows-- his t-sk isas good as done the moment the first beast jumps over the bars. There are a good many traits and char- acteristics of animals which are reproduced in—or are common to—human nature. This disposition to do as others do is one of the strongest and most remarkable, as well as one of the most amusing; and is- observable in all grades of society. One woman puts up lace curtains ather win- dows; her neighbors, observe and, envy, and at 12st imitate. Onefarmer builds a fine barn; his neighbors may "call him which it closes, and is taken from Bul- - wer’s famous novel, “The Last Days Of . it, . um.- . , - , ‘1.»‘4‘131 3's 5" - "". , .9 «fur . 5- yarn» ._~ ~ . THE HOIIREHOLD. a several kinds of names, but end by build- ing or repairing their own. The young people have their little fashions and fancies, as “ catching” as measles, and as harmless, fancies pursued with great interest while they last, dis- carded like last summer’s dresses as soon as their brief reign is over. The autograph album has had its day; the era of gold beads and bangle bracelets is over, the rage for “friendship rings” is cooling as the thermometer rises—it takes so long to get the hundred pennies—but there is one craze that never goes out entirely, that comes in with the opening of the excursion season and holds on till the last county fair is over, and that is the tintype craze. The lads and lasses out fora day’s pleasure no sooner strike the town than they begin to look for a tintype gallery, to have their pictures taken. Sometimes it’s a merry group of half a dozen, sometimes a quar- tette out for a lark, but generally “ one pair of spoons” seek the man of chemi- cals, with serious purpose to be “ took together.” The young man usually takes a chair, the young woman timidly lays one hand upon his shoulder, both “assume a pleasant expression,” and go away blissful with a quarter‘s worth of their counterfeit presentment. Well girls, did you ever think what a story that innocent tintype tells? You may quarrel with the young man and the quar- rel may disclose nim to be anything but a gentleman. You may wish to cut his acquaintance, may be ashamed you ever went out with him. But he has that picture, the two of you taken in an attitude of friendliness—not to say loverly familiari- ty—and however you may desire to repu- diate his acquaintance, he holds the proof that you have been intimate friends, and he can use it in a way to make you hot with indignant shame—if you only knew it. Some day perhaps some man whose opinion you prize very, very highly, comes along. You want him to think well of you—but there’s that picture! What will he think of your havingbeen on such terms with “ thatfellow,” as you call him now? I’ve known girls who rather prided themselves on their collection of tintypes taken with their “ tellers.” But they were girls who went with “fellers,” and it didn’t matter so much. But you-— modest, refined, lady-like girls, steer clear of the tintype gallery, no matter how your amorous swain may coax. You will not be sorry nexr year—when youare “ going ” with some one else. 1,, c, Dar-non. ——__...____. Do not take any stock in the “ plating machine” advertised by W. H. Griffith & 00., Zanesville, 0. It is an old humbug revived; and we are sorry to see several of our generally careful and judicious ex- changes are advertising this old fraud, who “ bobs up serenely ” under a new alias a couple of times a year, more or less. Why one of Uncle Sam’s special agents has not put his thumb on this swindler before this is what we would like to know. At all events the advice we give to avoid this platingmaehine may save ou some mo Lime and disappointment. y ney, NOTES OF TRAVEL. (Continued) July 13th. We rose to find we had reached the mountain range called the Belt. At Livingston we took a second engine, and the climb began. This is the point where tourists leave for the Nati anal Park, and many of our passengers left us. But up we go. The great engines puff and sob, the heavy train drags slowly, but at 10:30 the Bozeman tunnel is reached, at an elevation of 5,565 feet. The tunnel is 3,610 feet in length, and as the train runs ver_. slowly, it takes some minutes to pass through. The lights in the car were burn- ing, but afeeling of dread settles on one when the darkness closes down, knowing he is deep in the bowels of the earth. The rate of speed increased as we neared the opening, as if the train too, was anxious to greet the light. The mountains grew more wooded as we proceeded. Wild flowers were in profusion. As we ascend and descend the mountains we see an oc- casional cultivated field, with irrigating ditches, the water carried in aqueducts where crossing ravines! The scenery is grand, peak rising over peak, cliff and dome mingling their tops in the distance; many of them streaked and crested with snow. The track runs in curves, here on the brink of a precipice that makes one shudder to look down, then through a cut so deep that semi-darkness prevails. Tres tles across ravines look so light one holds his breath while passing over them. Down in the valley a wagon road winds its dusty way, and a cowboy gallops leisurely along, at a speed that beats our carefully moving train. Away on the left stands arow of peaks, hoary and bare; up one mountain face a double row of jagged points formsa lane leading to huge ramparts at its sum- mit. Then again, a high dome, clothed in verdure, will give softness to the rugged scene. At every opening in the gorge the snow peaks look in, with their varied tints of light and shade, as touched by the finger of sunlight. “ Lift up your heads, ye ever- lasting hilts, and be ye lifted up, ye ever- lasting gates, that the King of Glory may come in.” Descending the mountain we strike the valley of the Gallatin river, and follow its course for some distance. This is a fertile section and well cultivated. A few miles further on, and we come to the confluence of the three rivers, the Gallatin, Jefferson and Madison, which unite here to form the Missouri in a rocky canyon, and the track follows its windings for many miles. Volcanic action is clearly seen in this region, by the bearing of the rock strata; they lie in disordered heaps and at all inclinations, wherever exposed. After leaving this stream, the country is arid and bare until we reach another small stream, when approaching the main range of mountains. Helena, Queen City of the Mountains, claimed to be the richest city of its size in the Union, lies near the main range, and the second engine is called upon to help us up the steep incline. A picture awfully sublime lies before us as we go upward, following the windings of the stream. Sometimes the mountain come down in a succession of roi-mded domes, again are cut by ravines. Some times the rocks assume a columnar ap pearance, again they are piled in rude and. fantastic masses, irregular and broken, then in a long ridge with parapet and bastions, ever varying, never wearying the observer. The sky was fleckeei with clouds, and as the shadows felt on we mountains the effect was singular. it was as if a black pall had fallen on those places. The pictures thus given in varying for: and color delight the eye, inspire the mind, and overwhelm every faculty ta the grandeur and sublimity of the scene. One point of interest. forgotten at “the proper point, I will mention here. fitis a place called Painted Rocks, where the Missouri river breaks through the mean» tains in a deep canyon, and the rocks are of the most vivid coloring, forming a a picture of great beauty. But we area long time crossing the mountains. For- ward and back, curving here and them we go, rising at each turn, passing Menu» ment Park at Butler—a place where the soil has been washed from the stone foresa- tion, leaving groups that imaginationcm easily construe as giants, genii or hum.- figures, or monuments for them. The course is much like a switchback, but at last we reach and pass through the Malian tunnel, which is one an.) a half miles long. In going up the dizzy heights one felt as if being conveyed through the air, but when descending the sensation is like flying. The sharp skir of the brake, the rapid rate at which you pass objects. the sense of quick descent, all give a feeding of unreality to the passing events, and a feeis ing of thankfulness is experienced. when the level is gained. A ride of a few hours brings us to Mis- soula, and here we have another ascent to make, the two engines laboring hard at. times. ' Here we passed over agulch on a trestle bridge 226 feet high, the highefi on the route. The State line of Idaho is at Cabinet, in a heavily wooded country.- July 14th we saw the first timothy grassr' since leaving Michigan. Crops look wellr It seemed strange to see cattle and horses all through Montana looking so well, while fields are brown and bare. Do they eat sage brush? Arrived at Spokane Falls at 5:40; the largest town since leaving St. Paul. Large brick blocks, fine residences, shantics, and tents, are all occupied. The mountains are now in the distanoep. and rolling prairie lands with outcropping rock take their places. Irrigation gives good crops, but all not so treated is bare - and brown. No more flowers appear; no... , trees, no smiling fields. Reached Pasco at 11:25 a. m. The first ' experience was a man ask ng for help to get him some food. Is this a point? An much disappointed in the Columbia river. It here rolls through a plain of sage brush; treeless and verdureless, a plain of shifting sand. We follow the Columbia for ashon distance, then crossing it, take the mug, of the Yakima. About 3:30 p. m, we caught sight of Mt. Adams, snow-capped and cloud crowned. High bluffs shut out THE HOUSEHOLD. themountains, but the arid plain has given place to flowers and verdure; usually the result of irrigation. Reached Yakimat at 3:10 p. m. Soon after crossed a river, then followed its course up a canyon picturesque beyond description. Rocks hundreds of feet high, now near, then re- ceding; of the most vivid coloring mixed with the grey. In places they seem hung with delicate drapery, in others are ex- quisitely sculptured into fairy palaces, fitting homes of the gods of the mountain, The canyon widens, and fine farms are seen on every hand, all by virtue of irriga. tion. Clealum Junction is situated in the Yakima valley. Rich mines are worked in its vicinity. John Chinamau hangs out his ” washes” shingle here as " Wing King,” himself, pipe and cat, were in the door of his palace. Again a second engine is taken to make the passage of the last mountain range, the Cascades. Through cuts, snowsheds and ravines, up we go; through the tunnel of Stampede we pass, and then down the “winding, curving, tortuous passage of the western slope, and the mountain passes are mashed. The Stampede tunnel is the "longest on the route, and the descent the most crooked, and consequently most ex- hilarating. A spice of danger wakens the sluggish blood. It was dark soon after we ruched the level, and at 11:30 p. m. we found ourselves safely installed in.a Ta- coma hotel. Tacoma is a wonderful city for push and solid growth. It is substantially built, has rapid transit, electric lights and many other modern innovations, such as young cities like Detroit have not yet grown to. We took a ride on the Sound to Seattle, another city emblematic of the «enterprise of this western coast. New ‘blocks of brick, stone and iron are rising above the debris of the late fire, making docomotion at present rather unpleasant, but full of promise for the future. Electric, arable and motor cars climb the heights swiftly, and descend slowly at the will of 'theoperator. Horses are soon accustomed .to the sight, and pass without noticing cthem. May our metropolis, Detroit, grow .to their level ere long. Mt. Tacoma, the king of the mountain peaks, was in view :from all points here, lifting his snow- crowned head above the clouds. Two pleasant and profitable days spent here, and then, ho for Alaska! -Isru-rnonrx. A. L. L. ‘ DISTRICT SCHOOLS. “One can almost imagine the shades of Lincoln, Garfield and a host of anther 'worthies arising and protesting in vigorous terms against such senti- ments as School Girl expresses in the HOUSEHOLD of the 23rd inst. con- cerning district schools. Why, bless you, School Girl, were it not for these humble and much abused district schools there would be no higher institutions of leaning, for in them and ;them alone are higher attainments in literature. How; many great men, in our own coun‘ry es- pecially, have there been who could point with pride to the district school as their Alma Mater of literary attainments! The writer has no literary accomplish- ments to boast of, but such as he has were acquired only at common district schools, and they were very com- mon fifty- five and sixty years ago when he attended school. The lessons he then learned in the elementary branches were learned more thoroughly then in these too much belittled district schools than in the higher schools of the present day; because there were but few of them taught. And the poems he committed to memory by reading over and over in the old English Reader the “ Beggar’s Petition,” “ Night- ingale and Glow-worm,” “ Bears and Bees,” “ Alexander Selkirk's Soliloquy,” “ Ode to Solitude,” “ Ode to Contentment,” are just as distinct in memory now as when learned sixty years ago, and will never be eflfaced should he live seventy years more. The education obtained at these district schools has enabled the writer to occupy various public positions of honor and trust, from pathmaster up to member of the State Legislature, and from a district school teacher (where all the branches from A B C up to algebra, geometry, astronomy, chemistry, philosophy and history were taught) up to an instructor, or professor, as he was dubbed, in two agricultural colleges. And it will not do for any one to speak disparagingly of the people’s colleges, dotted all over our free northern land, so long as one old pedagogue lives to defend them. It is because of the disparaging re- marks, too often made about our district schools. and the disposition to belittle their influence that they are not more efiicient. Parents are deterred from sending their children to them, as children are con- stantly longing to leave primary nurseries of education and enter higher institutions of learning, higher in name, but by no means more efficient, if as much so, in im- parting a thorough knowledge of the ele- mentary branches, as the despised district school is capable of doing. In this way our common schools are robbed of their best talent both in the pupil and the teacher, and an injury done to many who depend for success on the mere name of having attended some noted institution of learning, or of graduating from such, than on personal effort, without which nothing valuable can be obtained: How many graduated fools there are from our colleges, who think their sheep- skin parchment is a sure passport to success, and make no personal effort to that end! While performing the duties of school in- spector the writer found more failures in applicants who had graduated from higher institutions of learning than were found from those who had received their educa- tion in the common schools. There seems to be too much'fuss and feathers, too much ceremony and military parade, and spelling, in most of our higher schools now, for the real good of pupils. After all, the great mass of the rising generation in a free country must be rocked in the cradle of liberty. must drink their first intellectual draughts from these Pierian springs. Let no one try to disprove their influence or importance, but rather do all in his power to promote and build them up. Musnoox. __ GRANDPA. HOUSEHOLD HINTS. A CORRESPONDENT of the Lansing Re- publican who has a reputation for being an unsurpassed cook, furnishes the following: “As the apple season approaches, any recipe by means of which we may vary the list of eatables in which apples play an important part, may be welcome. If you have never tried apple shortcake, try it now. Prepare it exactly as you would strawberry shortcake, using apple sauce in place of the berries." And by the time apples grow again, you may consider an apple shortcake as great a treat as a straw- berry Shortcake. TRY packing tomatoes picked just as they begin to color pink, as late as possi- ble before frost, in boxes, between layers of thoroughly dried sand so that they do not touch each other, leaving on some of the stem to assist the ripening. Nail on the cover and keep in a dry, cool place. Pack with the stem end up. J. J. Thomas recommended a trial of this plan, which has proved successful in some cases in pro- longing the season of fresh tomatoes. U semi Recipes. C rrnos Pansnnvss.—Pal e the citron deeply and cut into whatever farcifnl shapes you prefer. Make a tolerably strong solution of alum water by adding one small tablespoon- ful of alum to each quart of water, and boil the citron in it for half an hour. Skim out the fruit, cover it w.th cold water, and let it stand until the next day. Put it into a fresh water and boil until it has changed color and is soft; then make a syrup allowing one and a quarter pounds of sugar for each pound of fruit. When it boils add the well-drained fruit and cook fifteen minutes. Mace, lemon Juice or gir ger-rcot flavor this preserve nicely. Cucmrnsn Prcxnns.—A good common pickle is made by putting freshly-picked cucumbers in strong brine, of one heaping pint of rock salt to a gallon of water. Boll and skim the lrlne, and when cod put the pickles in for three weeks, using the cloth and weighted cover to keep them under water. Drain and freshen in cold water which has been boiled, for three days, changing daily for fresh wa- ter: scald in weak vinegar with alum as be- fore, w.th leaves if desired, though a yellow— ish pickfe is proof that it has not been made in brass or copper. Drain from this and cover with strong scalding vinegar. spread with two tablespoonfuls of unground pepper, two red peppers whole, one teaspoonful stick cinnamon and a tables poonfui of whole cloves to a galon. For market, pickles are packed in barn is, half and quarter barrels. in vine- gar. Never handle pickles after they leave brine. Use a perforattd wooden spoon or “stile seeds sown, the foundation laid for too little drilling in reading, writing, and tongs to take them out. nets heme. swimilcgs ;, m.