‘v—l—r'l—wr—WvI—u 1* WNWVFHHw—nr‘y— BIN" Nah-'3 S'OD'UII'" fiFTH / . __ n g £ ’ . y /' 7 , 1. a i : j —_ 4 r y 1 9/, ‘ 1 t r 1,: ‘ 7 , l -. x,» x . ¥ ‘ r " - //’/ //’ //1 ’l/ ,_-; 111‘. //// i I, - T ‘ P, '6 if 4 DETROIT, APRIL 4:, 1891. THE H O USEHOLD-"Supplement. HAPPY WOMEN. impatient women, as you wait In cheerful homes to-night, to hear 'The sound of steps that, soon or late, Shall come as music to your ear; Forget yourselves a little while, And think in pity of the pain 01 women who will never smile To hear a coming step again. Babies that in their cradles sleep, Belong to you in perfect trust: Think of the mothers left to weep, Their babies lying in the dust. And when the step you wait for comes, And all your world is full of light, 0 women! safe in happy homes, Pray for all lonesome souls to—night. —Phaabe Gary. H— MAN OR WOMAN? {Reply to address delivered by Mr. Chas. Baker before Grand Blane Farmers‘ Club on the question “ Who has been productive of the most profit on the farm, men or woman?” by Mrs. H. R. Dewey] Some months since there appeared in the columns of the Housnnonn of the them- can FARMER (a very able paper it is too, edited and managed exclusively by a woman), a very graphic account of how a woman, a farmer‘s wife, was once sur- prised by unexpected company, at a time when the family larder was wofully empty. Such times may occur in the best regulated families. The corner grocery and the country store were alike far distant. But she rallied her woman’s genius and rose, w0man-iike, equal to the occasion. With a warm welcome for her guests, from the materials at hand, namely, "a slice of cold hymn, a drumstick and chicken wing, two cookies, a cold boiled egg, a cold potato and a little dab of raspberry jam,” supplemented by unlimited tact, immacu- late table linen and cut glass dishes she set forth a sumptuousrepast for six people. Her guests feasted right royally and de- parted, congraulating themselves on the lovely visit they had enjoyed. The account read well. But this woman was honest. Your admiration for her housewifely genius is lost in a nobler senti- ment, as you read her closing declaration, “ This is all a lie.” And she proceeded to demonstrate the fact that it was impossible for even a woman to make something out of nothing. That was reserved for a man to try to do, as witness the present oc- casion. As the gentleman read his paper I listened for a similar conclusion, but I listened in vain. I did not hear him say, as did the lady I have mentioned, “ Tale is all a lie.” Hence we are to conclude I suppose that he fully means all he asserts. I too am glad this discussion has arisen, else we would have failed to truly appre- ciate the over-weaning modesty of the gentleman and his views on this question. His position is only equaled, in my mind, by that of a young Englishman who ad- vertised fora wife. He said he was not very particular. He only stipulated for two things—£15,000 and an angel! The gentleman in his able effort speaks of our grandmothers and their labors. Yes, they did spin and weave, made butter and cheese, dipped tallow candles evenings, cooked over a fireplace and baked in a brick oven, sat up nights to make all the clothes their families were, and they raised ten children apiece, which is a little better than some do in these degenerate (t) days. Yes, they did all those things, and they were old ladies at forty, with bent shoulders and dim eyes and stiff j )ints , and took to caps, spectacles, little capes and foot-stoves, and ever after sat in the chimney corner, with the everlasting knit- ting needles which women of those days were never expected to be without. But can you imagine one of our grandmothers at the age of forty, givinga charming reci- tation, or singing a lovely song to enter- tain an audience of her townspeople and the public generally, as the gentleman’s charming wife has sometime favored us? All honor to those noble grandmothers, say 1. They labored well, but not always wisely. Had they not done so much they would have transmitted to their descend- ants stronger emstitutions and hardier nerves. Our grandfathers had none of the improved implements considered so indis~ pensable by every farmer today. They sowed grains by hand, cut grain with a cradle or sickle, and grass with a scythe. But I never heard a man acknowledge himself inferior to his grandfather. The efforts of some of the best minds are bent to the invention of labor-saving imple- ments. Surely it would seem a little selfish to limit all these solely to man’s work. This is not merely an age of muscle, but an age when brawn and brain work to- . gather to accomplish the best results, and that we, as a club, have among us a man who estimates woman by her muscular ability at the washtub or the scrubbing— brush, I blush to learn. Truly, ” History repeats itself.” When Adam sinned he immediately laid all the blame on Eve, saying, “This woman, Lord, who then gavest me tempted me, etc.,” and in all his failures man has been following her ex- ample ever since, and sheltering himself behind the ample mantle of woman’s boundless charity. Indeed, I saw in the columns of one of our most progressive newspapers the other day, a premium offered for the discovery of a man who, when any disaster, of whatever nature or whatever cause occurred, would not blame his wife for iti Prohibitionists assure us whisky is the cause of nine tenths of all the crimes in the world. Anti-tobacconists claim the “vile weed ” is the cause of nine-tenths of all crimes. Philanthropists and educators assert ignorance is alone responsible for nine-tenths of all crimes committed. Vege- tarians claim that to the baneful effects of a “meat diet” are due ninetenths of all the crimes the world is groaning and suffering under. And this gentleman, this representative Grand Blanc farmer, solemnly assures us that woman is respon~ sible for ninetenths of the crimes of the world! This is only forty-five tenths. Who, or what, I beg, is responsible for the rest? I only wonder the, gentleman did not attribute the great depression of the agricultural interests of the country, and the difficulty of settling the “silver question," also to woman. There is no place or vocation that woman’s destiny calls her to fill, that de- mands so much ability in so many varied trades, as that of a farmer’s wife of today. Let us sum up, candidly, the long line of her multitudincus but every day duties. She must be housekeeper, cook , seamstress, laundress, dairymaid, housemaid, gover~ ness, soap-maker, paper-hanger and white- washer; oftentimes tailoress, dressmaker and milliner; a raiser of poultry, a maker of gardens, a nurse of young lambs, pigs, calves, colts, chickens and children. Es- timate if you like, the money value of this work at the prices paid by the day for such labor, and there is not a farmer in Genesee County rich enough to pay for it. Of course she is mother, wife and nurse. Expected always to be able to preside in dainty array at her husband’s table, to entertain not only her own, but her hus- band’s guests with intelligent conversation and graceful manners; well versed in the current news of the day, able to use her dextrous fingers either in fabricriing taste- ful articles for the adornment of the house, in furnishing music for the enj )yment of the family, or in scrubbing the back door steps, or sweeping the barn if the husband is not overly tidy. Found always on the right side in the temperance cause, often TEE HOUSEHOLD. 7 aw'orker in the church, a teacher in the Sunday school, able to breathe a prayer at lie bedside of the dying, “to rejoice with those who rejoice,” and to comfort those who mourn. For all this what does man offer her in return? Board and clothes through life, the honor of writing her name Mrs. Some- body, and after death the moumful privilege of having inscribrd on her tomb- stone, “ Here lies Susan Jane, relict of John Smith,” or if she survives him the use during life of one-third of that property she has been so instrumental in accumulato ing! Really, Mr. President, after all this if aman grumbles because he is sometimes expected to help wash or clean house, he is undeserving of a good wife. That woman as a farmer’s wife responds tothese demands, is undeniably true, and should you ask me why she consents to fill this place, I can only answer truthfully, it is frbm her sense of man's overwhelming need of her, “ God’s last, best, gift to man.” “ Love gives itself, and if not given, No genius, beauty, state or wit, No gold of earth or gem of heaven Is rich enough to purchase it.” It is quite true, as the gentleman has said, there are splendid farms in our town-‘ ship owned and operated by men who have lived all their lives in single blessedness. But in every instance you will find that some good old mother, or some unselfish maiden sister, has put, as Mrs. Josiah Allen says, "her shoulder to the wheel;" haslabored through summer’s heat and winter’s cold; has cooked for woodehop- pers and sheep-shearers, for “haying hands” and “ harvest hands,” for com-cut- ters and cornhuskers, has “entertained angels unawares,” in the guise of threshers and ditchers andhay-pressers; has made and sold butter, cheese, lard and tallow; has sold eggs, chickens, ducks and turkeys; has picked berries and pears, picked over beans and picked geese, has sold feathers and paper rags, and sometimes even old iron. All this she has done to help swell his purse and increase his airs. I have several such cases in my mind now, and for every dollar’s worth of property these men represent, they are as fully indebted to these unselfish women, as to their own efiorts. If a fellow farmer has lived single through selfishness on account of the ex- pense, I pity him. If, poor unfortunate fellow, he is not to blame, and heaven has denied him the sweet comfort of wife and children to brighten his path through life I still pity him, and am glad he has a fine farm and fine buildings, for he needs some- thing to comfort him in his lonely pil- grimage from youth to old age. Yes, it is true, Eve did listen to the voice of the tempter, and she has been doing it ever since, in listening to man and succumbing to his influence. Look at her history through all the ages, ever kept in subjection to man. Dying for liberty likeJoan of Arc; sacrificed to man’s ambi- tion as Empress Josephine; burnt at the stake as a witch in the name of religion in early New England days; denied in those early times even the privilege of giving audible thanks to her God, but remaining with meekly covered head while man poured forth his eloquence! Pure elo- quence i suppose, barring the taint of woman in his blood. And thus on and on, until even in the full glory of our nineteenth century’s civilization, man goes forth with the ballot to tax woman for State, county, school, town and all other taxable purposes, denying her the poor privilege of saying how much of her prop- erty shall be expended in the education of her children. Woman’s name stands high in literature, in astronomy, in science and art Carrying the badge of the th Cross, she is wel~ comed as an angel of mercy on all the bat- tlefields of the civilized world. The most selfdenying of missionaries, the most zealous‘of temperance workers, wherever poor fallen humanity needs tenderness and care, woman goes to succor and to bless. In our own country ’8 history who did more than a woman, who wrote one single book, towards awakening and educating public sentiment to the great national curse of slavery more than all the debates in Con- gress for nearly a hundred years had done, Deemed worthy by the Great Father to be the mother of the visible representation of God’s love for humanity, “Last at the cross and first at the tomb,” her name has be- come a synonym for moral courage, un- selfish love and devotion. And yet- “ Never mind her, she’s only a woman,” says that noble creature man. Mr. President, nothing so fills me with indignation as the oft repeated flings at woman, as woman. The oft vaunted “ liberty of the press,” is, in this respect at least, a thing to be ashamed of. It is very cheap wit, and is far too common. The habit of indulging in this kind of talk is a feul blot on the character of many an otherwise noble gentleman. Gentlemen, we as women do not ask you to be gener- ous, simply to be just— just to woman, and just to the nobler impulses of your own natures. The gentleman speaks of $8,000,000 paid annually by this people for cosmetics alone. I acknowledge it with shame, and deeply deplore it. But what about the amount expen led annually for whisky and tobacco? Manly indulgences, which go far towards filling our jails and prisons. Masculine vices, bringing in their train a long array of human misery, disgrace and death! Eight million dollars for cosmet- icsl But it costs this government more than a billion of dollars every year to take care of the 800.000 paupers, the 315,000 criminals, the 30,000 idiots and the 75,000 drunkards that whisky makes. Cosmetics are not criminal, they are simply silly. We also plead guilty to the charge of false hair and false teeth, and I only regret that in this age of electricity and invention some genius has not invented for farmers’ wives a Patent Electric Reversible Double Back Action Backbone, for I'm sure they need it. It has been my privilege, and pleasure also, to meet during the past twenty years, many of the representative farmers and stockbreeders of our State. The business they are engaged in has cultivated in them a depth of thought, a power of comparison, a faculty of reasoning from cause to effect! second to none. It seems to be the custom of these gentlemen to go about visiting their fellow farmers and breeders in trios or quartettes. They sometimes indulge in a. little mild gos:ip along with their after dinner cigars. I have sometimes listened! with a little quiet amusement to remarks like these: “ Yes, A.’s a good fellow, no. wonder he succeeds. His wife is so ill-- terested, and as well informed regarding the business as he is himself. She enter- tains sonicely.” Or the reverse—not often, however: “Yes, B.’s a fine man, andhis is a good fl vck or herd, but I don’t just like his wife, she’s so distant. Don’t like to’ entertain stock men, perhaps.” And I: make the assertion that the most successful breeders of fine stock, the best farmers and salesmen are those whose wives are most closely identified with their husbands’ business interests, making these interests doubly theirs and dignifying the common avocations of farm life with wifely love and womanly charm. ' Mr. President, it seems to me this is not a question of comparison. The farnn home can only become the ideal home when man and woman shall both con-e tribute their best and noblest energies, the man in his province, the woman in hers, towards making it so. There is an old saying credited to a. Jewish Rsbhi,” God could not be every- where, therefore he made mothers,” and I think the audience will join me in accord- ing the palm to woman, after man has done his brightest and his best, for “ The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world.” ——--OOO——-—- POLISHING HORNE. I can say With Ruth that I have often, thought it was selfish to receive so much help as one does from reading the Housm- HOLD and return none. The reason I have never attempted to give help was because I felt that others more experienced that myself could do so much better than 1, s01 have kept still and profited by their wisdom. In the last Honsnuom) I found a ques- tion I could answer, and will tell Bess all I know about pullsling horns. Last winter my brother went to the slaughter house and returned with a basket of horns. We made them up in different ways, both use- ful and ornamental. Hat rack, brush- holder, pen-holder stand and footstool are among our li>t; they received lots of at- tention and praise. First we took a rasp and got the rough- ness of! the horns, then scraped them with glass as smooth as possible; then rubbeds them first with cearse and then fine sand paper until very smooth. Emery paper comes next; rub them with this and their emery powder and woolen cloth-this leaves them very smooth and bright. Andi last we rubbed them with olish (have forgotten 'he name of it) usually used to polish brass instruments. Rub with the polish till they become warm, and I am sure you will be satisfied with your work. Hoping I have made this plain to all, It will retire and return another day. Amna. E. HAY. THE USE OF QUININE. The excellent article on the use and abuse of quinine does not apply to my practice (which is safe though simple) in 'the use of that valuable drug. By order of my physician I commenced taking large doses of quinine in good brandy in the summer of 1844, and we have continued its use—minus the brandy —to the benefit of our entire family, in‘ cluding hired help. Being fully convinced of the excellence of temperate habits, I have preferred equal parts of milk and sweet crc am. When the milk is strained and placed in the pantry, we fill a quart bowl with milki for family use—which is used in sickness as follows: For each dose of quinine we take a teacupt'ul from oi! the top of said milk. Add a teaspoonful of the best grade of sugar and a small dose of red pepper. Dissolve the quinine in a spoonful of the milk and cream, and give to your patient, who should immediately drink the contents remaining in the teacup. The medicated nutrition is readily assimilated in the atom ach, and is not liable to have a bad effect on the system, be it ever so weak. I have not employed a physician since fifteen years ago, and I have outlived many of my good pioneer neighbors, who (evidently) had good reason to believe that their chancrs excelled in relation to old age. Too little attention is given to keeping the bowels in proper condition. Rhubarb excels in medicinal qualities as a diuretic and ca- thartic medicine. JAMES KERR. LOWELL. ———...——_— LIMED EGGS. A correspondent inquires for the best re- cipe for packing eggs, in such amanner that they can be kept a year if necessary. We know of nothing better than liming. Limed eggs are a recognised grade of goods. The following is the method gen- erally recommended by dealers: One bushel of stone lime; eight quarts of salt; two hundred and fifty quarts of water. The lime must be of the best quality, clean and white, the salt clean and 'the water pure. Slake the lime with a portion of the water, then add the balance of the water and the salt. Stir thoroughly at in .tervals and let stand until settled and cold. Dip off the clear liquid into the cask or tub in which you mean to preserve the eggs, till it is about fifteen inches deep, then put in the eggs and when they are a foot deep, spread over them some of the liqu'd which is a little milky, made so by stirring up some of the very light lime particles that settled last, and do this every time a fresh lot of eggs is added. The object of this is to have the fine lime drawn into the pores of the shells, thus sealing them. Too much of this milky lime-water will make the eggs difficult to clean when they are taken out, by sticking to the shells; too little will make the whites of the eggs thin and watery, because the pores are not suf- ficiently closed. When the cask is full to within four inches of the top, spread upon the eggs a cover of stout factory, and THE HOUSEHOLD. spread on it two or three inches of the lime that settled in making the pickle. It is of the greatest importance that the pickle be kept constantly over this lime. A tin basin punched full of large holes and its edge covered with leather, and having a long handle attached, is very con- venient to use in putting the eggs into the pickle. Put only fresh, newly laid eggs into the pickle. Keep the cask in a cool place, but where the temperature will be just above the freezing point. When the eggs are to be marketed, they must be taken up and washed and dried, after cleaning off any lime which may adhere to them. The proportion given above can be re- duced to suit the quantity of eggs to be limed. MORE OPINIONS. I am a constant reader of the HOUSE- HOLD, and enjoy it very much, so I will give you a mushroom call (short ) I have enthused over the poem “ The inelcome Guest.” I have been amazed at the elas- ticity of the spinal column of the lady who ironed her table linen immediately after washing. I always iron them as Silene does, but without the starch. I do not think good linen requires starch if thor- oughly dried and nicely sprinkled. Hive always looked upon Mrs. Carlyle as a‘martyr, and her husband as selfish, with the “milk of human kindness " nearly dry; you know he said we were “ mostly fools.” Grab your temper, Huldah, for the sub- ject of suffrage will be discussed indefinite ly. But don't try to stop woman’s mouth; men will tell you it’s a great undertaking ! I do not think any woman who is wife and mother can combine home and public life successfully. " No man can serve two masters.” Never give up the training of children for something higher, for there is nothing higher ; they are God’s gift. Household conveniences beget' angelic tempers. Any one in doubt—try it. The following quotation is my opinion on letter writing : “ When absent far from those we love. Is there a charm the heart can f- ttzr? As years roll on and still we rove. Is there no cure? Ah. yes -a letter." I like “ Scarlette” the best of anything I have used in-late years for coloring cotton red. I sometimes use apple jelly or boiled cider for pie timber, making them as lemon pies, minus eggs and some sugar, using more cornstarch. Where has Bruno’s Sister gone? I al- ways feed tramps, because I would rather feed five who are undeservlog than send one away who is needy and honest. I have good recipes for cooring blue, green, yellow, orange and red for carpets ; will send if any one would like them. While reading Polly's article these words came to me‘: “If you have a word of cheer, speak it while I’m alive to hear.” I forgot to say I do not think “ it pays.” People are getting to think they cannot spend a social evening without refresh- ments, and consequently entertaining at church sociablecomes to be a bugbear with many. Do let us think of more than ju eating. ; . If I fetch up in the waste-basket, I may not be alone. L. L. D. l Gasss LAKE. '——-*..————-—' ONE MORE UNFORI‘UNATE. In two papers received today, published. at different points, atale of woe is told, the incident related in each being the same. In its touching pathos it is well cilcilated to reach the hardest heart. It recites that on Thursday night, Feb. 5th, a woman about thirty years of age tottered into a low restaurant in Park Street, New York, and asked for a cup of collie, saying she had no money. The coffee was given,anll she took a crust from her pocket and at- tempted to eat, but witha wailing cry sank back and expired. Sue had a face that spoke of arefined education and train- ing; her clothing, worn and coarse, was clean. She was emaciated, but showed no signs of dissipation. She was identified as Annie Muller. In her pocket was found some Salvation army tracts and leaflets, and on a piece of neatly folded paper,s. story of suffering and agony of spirit was written, which no one can read without being touched to the heart. How often when an unfortunate is named the remark is made that “they are per- fectly hardened, glcry in their sin, and. would scoff and scout the idea of reform and repentance.” Ah! if we cruld only find the way to their hearts through the mask of sinful bravado, we might findlt weeping tears of blood for their lost in- nocence. This poor oulcist found a name- less grave in the potter’s field. The lines mentioned are here subjoined. A. LL. HOMELESS. “ 0n the street. on the street. To and fro with Weary feet, Ac .ing heart and acn ng head; Homeless, lacking daily oread: Lost to friends, a d joy and name; So d to sorrow. sin arr-i sham .; Wet with rain and chilled my storm, Ruined, w.etehed ion -. fo lom: Weak and wan. with we my feet, Still 1 wander on the strec . " On the street, on tha stre-t, Still I walk with weary feet; Lonely mid the city 5 dn, Limp in grief. and woe tild sin, Far from peace and far from home, No cue can‘ng where I roam; No kind baud stre cued forth to save, No bright hOpe beyond tie gr .ve; Feeble, faint, with weary Let, Still 1 wander on the street. ‘ On the street. on the street, _ Whi her tend my wand axing feet? Love and hope and joy are dead—- Not a place to lay my head; Every door againsn me sealed, Hospital and Potter‘s Field, These stand open. Wi ler yet Swings perdition‘s yaWning gate, Thiher tend my wanderl .g eel. On the street. on the street. 0n the street, on the street, Late [walk with w ary feet. , Oh! that this and life might end; Oh! that i might fi ld One Friend— One who would not from m a turn. For my prayer of sorrow spurn. Ohl that [that Frienl C'Jll'd see—- He would pitying look in me, Such asl have kissed his feet, Onihe street, on the street. On the street, on the streeti Might 1 here a Saviour meetl From the blessed far-off years Comes the story of her tears Whose sad heart w th sor ow brota, Heard the words of love He s toke; Beard Him bid her anguish cease; Heard Him whis er: ‘Go in peace!" Oh! that I might kiss His feet- 0n the street. on the street l" '- A v- o a emerge-«eaves.» . ' _- 4 ~ . THE HOUSEHOLD. GEL? WITH CONTRIBUTORS. l‘ldus Achates expresses a desire to know whether my undertaking to adopt the little girl last spring was satisfactory or not. No, [did not meet my anticipations (which in sverything are greater than I realize), and I ht her go.. . ’ I do not wish to discourage any one tom 3 like undertaking, and I still think Bea-duty for people under some circum- iganees, ‘but I hardly think it proves en- tirely satisfactory where there are other drildren in the family of the same age. Fay, of Flint ([ wonder who sheis ?) asks lie experience of some one whose house ~mntaina a front hall. Our house is built with such a hall, and Iseems to meI would not want to do without it. It is ten feet wide and eighteen bet in length, and the stairs go up at one side to the hall above, into which the diambers open. The double parlors are on'one side (below of course) and sitting- .room on the other; but I would prefer to have the hall at one side, so that the par- hrs and sitting room would not be sep- arated by it. Have a hall, Fay, by all means, and have it large enough for the laircase too; and be sure not to have the lairs “scrimped” in their proportions. 'lhree feet is none too wide, with broad steps, but be careful not to have the steps be high; eight inches being plenty enough hr the “riser.” , Pshaw, Evangeiinei I think you are too lard on your sex in general. You don’t find a “‘ Marion Jones " very often. Give fire ninety and nine their dues, even if the hundredth one does perhaps neglect her home in her zeal to help the human race. Stranger, in her article in reply to Evangeline (March 14th) voiced my senti- ments exactly in that respect. Thanks, Huidah Perkins, for your kind words. I, in turn have always enjoyed your letters to the Housnnom), and once when looking over the household de- partment of another paper, I came across a communication from you, and felt it like hearin g from an old friend. fliere are many others I would like to mention by name, but space forbids. I extend a hearty welcome to new comers, one and all. ELLA R. WOOD. Mr. HOME FLOBICUL'rUnn, published by James Vick, is a neatly bound, attractive volume of above 200 pages, written by E. I. Rexford, whose contributions to the loricultural literature of the day have made him well and favorably knbwn to-ail lovers of flowers. The volume in question treats of everything connected with garden, green- house andwindow culture of ii )wers, rather too sketchll’in some cases to be entirely satisfactory to the amateur, who will find a good deal left to be developed by ex- periment and experience—~quite enough to make her garden “ no walk-over.” Still, onecannot expect a cyclopedia of floricul- tural information in 200 pages, and for $150. The flower-lover will find the book pleasant and instructive reading, and can get is; W. applying to James Vick, Roches- a, I I CHAT. The little HOUsEHOLD seems so near and yet so far as we think of entering the open door and adding a fagot to the flame of conversation. The HOUSEHOLD cupboard appears once in a while to get in a condition like that of the ancient Dame Hubbard’s, and the demand at times is so much greater than the supply that it is necessary to call for a literary picnic. Now if we can not bring a cake frosted with wit and wisdom, or a pie as made by the HOUSEHOLD “Grandpa,” perhaps a little sandwich will be acceptable to fill in a chink when the cake and pie are exhausted and gaunt famine is abroad again. It may be unnecessary to say how many useful hints we at different times glean from the columns of this excellent little home paper which is rightly termed THE HOUSEHOLD, for they are legion; and how much benefit one may derive from its pages only those can testify to whom it is a weekly visitor. We have never had the pleasure of meet- ing our kind Editress, yet we would be glad to stand in her presence and receive her friendly greeting. Yes, we would like to meet all with whom we have become ac- quainted through their writings in the HOUSEHOLD. _ in response to Bass, in the HOUSEHOLD of March 14th, who inquires how to polish horns, I will send directions as copied from another paper. I have not had time for such work, nor have I the horns, so I can not speak from experience on the sub- ject. If she should try this way, will she please report her success or failure in the HOUSEHOLD. To polish horns: “ If the pith is not out, it must be boiled out. There is no pith in old horns. Rasp or file down through the white or rough, scrape as smoothly as possible with glass; rub with pumice stone on a woolen cloth until per- fectly smooth; pulverize a hard woolpoal, sift it and rub with a woolen cloth; then dip the rag in the soft oil (not kerosene) and in the coal and rub, next rub with the hand and finally with an old silk handker- chie .” Many useful and ornamental articles can be made from horns, even cows’ horns, such as hat racks, cornucopias, pincushions, ink stands and footstools, etc. Perhaps sometime we may describe a few useful articles for the benefit of those who wish to know. Remembering the adage, “ Short visits make long friends," I will say adieu. TWINS. ——-...——\ A CORRESPONDENT of an exchange says she economizes in her washings by spread- ing small tea-towels over the tablecloth where the boys rest their elbows and coat sleeves, thus making one tablecloth last a week. We can suggest an improvement on thisidea. Just teach the boys that they do not come to meals to lounge on the table, that it is bad manners to put the elbows upon it, and that they can eat in perfect ease without leaning against the table or spreading themselves all over it. That saves the tea towels and keeps the tablecloth presentable. o INFORMATION WANTED. I am getting rags ready foracarpet, one— half of them is very nice hit and miss, and the other half will have to be colored. Will some of the readers tell me what colors will be the prettiest; some that will not fade. I know my hit and miss won’t fade. The rags to be colored are pure white, most of them, and some are faded dresses and linings, etc. Will some one tell me where I can get a parrot that can talk well, and what the price will be. Will some one please send me a recipe to cure corns. ' , A good way to please small children is to take the covers of baking powder cans when you are baking and put some of the dough in them and let the children bake it themselves, it will amuse them a long time. RONALD Can-ran. E. A. D. HOUSEHOLD HINTS. Ir a Wooden field rake, minus the handle, be painted and hung in the back hall it will prove very handy for the small people to hang coats and hats on, and these arti- cles will not so often be thrown down any- where. To reduce the friction of the domestic machinery follow the general law of physics. Lessen the resistance and give the works plenty of play; this lessens the wear and tear and keeps the machinery moving smoothly, no “hot boxes,” no “ spark arrester ” necessary. LILLA LEE gives a word of warning to this effect: “Sage tea and borax have been knOWD to produce paralysis when applied to the hea ." It is possible but hardly probable that paralysis would follow such application, but we should look further for the cause. A person who had used hair dye of any kind, and followed it with sage tea and bcrax, might mis- takingly ascribe the effects of the lead in the dye (restorative) to the last application. The sage tea (without borax) was recom- mended by a physician, and we know a lady who used it for several ye ars——at least three years—continuously, and still’kept her head level. Her hair was always thin, but though white with age, remained soft and was easily crimped. Contributed Recipes. INDIAN Banan.-—Here is your good. old- fashloned raised “Indian -bread:" To two quarts of boiling water add meal; boil thick as for mush. Put a little salt in the water. Bet away to cool. When kneading your bread for the last time. take out enough for one small lost. and to this add the mush, one egg, one cup sugar, flour to make stir! enough for loaves. Let rise as you do wheat bread, and bake. This makes two small loaves, and is considered very fine. Fro CAKE."an and a half cups sugar; half cup butter; half cup sweet milk; one and a half cups flour: half cup cornstarch: one tea- spoonful baking powder; whites of six eggs, well beaten. Bake in layers. Add half pound chopped figs to boiled frosting, for filling; plain boiled frosting for top. ' ADA.