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DETROIT, FEB. 20, 1892.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE PBE'I‘ l‘Y SIMPLETON.

When fair Belinda sweetly smiles.
And airily before you trips,
You‘re captured by her artless wiles
And must admire her rosy lips.
You know that she is very fair.
You see that she has Splendid eyes;
But ah. rash lover. have a care.
And find out if Belinda's wise.

For beauty. trust us. is not all
A wife in these days shall possess;
Her conversation’s apt to pail,
If she canjalk of naught but dress.
She need not he too deeply read,
You do not want a priggish bride;
But still take care the pretty head
Can beast some little brain inside.

In courtship all she said was sweet,
For you had died to win a glance:

Her little platitudes seemed neat,
Breathed mid the pauses of the dance.

You would have felt a heartless fiend
To criticise when by her side;

Nor would the lady have demeaned
Herself to answer, had you tried.

But when you‘ve won her for a wife,
And ante-nuptial glamor dies.
What food for matrimonial strife
Her crass. inconsequent replies!
How terrible to find her dense.
And never grasping what you mean!
You‘ll think one gleam of common sense
Worth more than finest eyes e’er seen.

- Days come when love no longer gives
Illusions as in hours of yore;
And hapless is the man who lives
To find his wife become a bore.
Then keep, if you’d avoid that day,
The wise “Spectator’s” golden rule-—
Don't be by beauty led away,
And choose for wife a pretty fool.
«London Pit/H71.

 

A BLIGHTED LIFE .

 

Upon the list of victims of the fire at
the Indianapolis Surgical Institute I
saw a name I recognized as that of a
person I have often seen in this city,
and never without a feeling of pro-
found sympathy and commiseration.
He was a total stranger; though we
were neighbors in the same great
building and often met in the halls and
stairways we never had exchanged even
the “Good morning” which business
etiquette permits those who meet
under such circumstances—for he could
not lift his eyes to my face so terribly
was he crippled by disease. I had
heard, through others, the sad story of
a bright career blasted, and his mis-
fortunes excited my deepest pity.
“Poor fellow!” I said to myself again
and again, at.’sight of that tall figure
bent almost double, so that like Paul

 

Scarron, he might have compared
himself to the letter Z; and though still
young, perhaps thirty-two, his case
was hopeless.

His story, as it was told me, was this:
He graduated with honor at the State
University and also at a certain well
known medical college, with high
hopes and boundless enthusiasm in his
chosen profession. He had “worked
his way” through college; and I have
noticed that young men who have
energy and intellect to do that are
those who make their mark in the
world; they have the elements of suc’
cess in their characters. Any boy can
“go through college” with his father’s
bank account behind him, but those
who go through on their brains instead
of money are those who reap the
benefits of college training. And he
had just begun to practice, with all a
man’s determination to succeed if
faithfulness and merit could Win suc.
cess. There was another reason why
he should work; there was some one
waiting for the title of “the Doctor’s
wife ’7 when he should be able to offer
her a home; he was building the nest.

But there came a day when he had to
visit a patient at some distance", and a
storm came on. He was wet through
and through, but he made his visit and
drove home. And when next he went
out iuto the sunshine. it was as a hope-
less criople, who should never stand
erect again. Imagine, if you can, what
this meant to him! Not yet even in
life’s prime, the way so bright be-

fore him, so much to hope for, so
much to win-all his ambitions,
his plans, to be renounced! The

woman he loved was not cast in heroic
mould. She was sorry for him; very
sorry, of course; but she couldn’t
marry a cripple! And he gave up love
as well as ambition; and set himself to
learning anew business by which he
could earn enough for his wants—he
did not care for more.

The room where I sat all day, look-
ing over papers and grinding out
“copy,” was next to his and I soon
learned, I thought, to know his moods.
Some days his room was still as death,
the occasional fall of a tool or the
scraping of a chair, or the voice of a
caller, a10ne broke the silence. What
ghosts of dead hopes haunted that
silent room only he could have told.

Other days he sang incessantly; some-
times I thought seriously of sending
our office imp with a prayer for a
moment’s respite, for be nearly drove
me frantic. .College glees, bacchanal
songs to love and wine, the refrain of
the latest topical song, and especially
some jargon about

" Saginaw and Mackinac.
Kalamazoo and Timbuctoo "

(I don’t know where he got it, but he‘d
sing it an hour at a time), succeeded
each other all day—but always the
songs were gay and rollicking.

“My neighbor’s a cheerful young
man,” I said to our foreman one day.
“Is he half as funny as his songs?”
And I was told that he (the foreman)
had complimented “the Doctor ”——as
he was always called——0ne day on his
cheerfulness, and this was his answer:
“You think I’m ‘cheerful’ because I
sing? I sing so I can’t think. Days
when I can’t sing I’m in hell.” And in
the bitterness of the last sentence was
told the anguish of a lifetime of physi-
cal and mental suffering. And I was glad
after that for the days when the Doctor
sang, and thankful for the grace which
had kept me from complaining. Then he
moved away, and I saw him Occasionally
as he went to his work and I to mine.
And then he dropped out of sight en-
tirely and no one seemed to know what
had become of him. One is soon for-
gotten in the hurry of the business
world—forgotten even sooner than in
the social “swim.”

And now, he is dead! It was an
awful death, but somehow I feel sure
“ the Doctor” was not sorry to die. It
was a blessed relief from the constant
pain that racked that poor, distorted
figure, and the deeper torture of a
proud spirit hopelessly devouring
itself. Life had no fair outlook, there
was nothing to hope for; and we may
trust the All-Knowing will mercifully
forgive the bitterness and hardness of
a heart so wrung by life’s saddest dis‘
appointments. BEATRIX.

 

BESS desires a correction in her last
week’s letter. Plainwell is located at
the intersection of the Grand Rapids &
Indiana and Lake Shore & Michigan
Southern railroads, instead of Chicago
& West Michigan. The mistake was
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2 The Household. A ‘

 

FIVE HUNDRED A YEAR.

 

Why does not some one who knows
tell us about housekeeping on $500 a
year?- Mine is only borrowed ex-
perience, but I should think it would
depend entirely on the high contract-
iing parties.

Take the woman who has expensive
tastes, is ambitions to shine in fashiona-
ble society, has little knowledge of and a
distaste for housework. Let her promise
to {eve and honor the man who does not
pay his tailOr. must have his cigars and
beer, wear bright red neckties and is
one «of the boys. They rent a house
and buy furniture on the installment
plan and before it is paid for come to the
conclusion that marriage is a failure.

The sensible, self-reliant woman who
lhas made up towels, table linen and
bedelothes. and who does not care
whether the people on Ascutney Street
call or not, can marry the equally
sensible, persevering young man of
good habits who has saved enough to
"build a little house on the lot he has
:asked her to share. And if their two
hearts beat as one (and they will have
'to be economical hearts) they will live
on five hundred dollars a year and save
money—at least it has been done.

But what has been on my mind is the
“fathomless depravity of mankind, and
the poor judgment of two-thirds of
them. I have a superior article I would
Bike to introduce if people were not so
ungrateful or indifferent, for “‘ ’I‘is with
our judgments as our watches. none go
just alike, yet each believes his own.”

I am acquainted with a woman who
thinks the children must have a gold
ring from the time they are three
months old, and the baby‘s picture
itaken every fortnight, while the
butcher and baker go unpaid. An-
other wears gauze vests all winter and
sits with a shawl around her shoulders
so that the eldest girl (she has five) can
uhavqa plush dress. and she is a “cheap
girl" after all. A third allows her
children to read family story papers,
1the worst of their kind, and choose
their own companions without a
:thought of the influences. Perhaps she
does not know that “what we are de-
,pends on the life we lead. the people
we meet and the books we read.” I
:know of men who will not work for
less than two and one-half dollars a day
‘with board, whose families are sup-
‘ported by the town and church, and
'when they do earn an honest dollar it
is never spent intelligently. Then
there is the girl who makes a mis-
sionary of herself by marrying a man
“to reform him; and men—their name is
legion—who drink, smoke, gamble and
sit on the front seat at variety and
minstrel shows without a thought of
"better things. These are not all there

'are. It takesa great many different

{kinds of people to make a world, and
often I have congratulated myself that
I was not one of them. When my

friend called—she who has all her life
by example as well as precept been
trying to convert the world to right
principles—I told her all about it and
how, although we had sermons,
lectures and innumerable good books
and papers, the world was so imperfect.
Her reply had the added meaning that
quoted words often have—“To bring
everything to a state of perfection, if
there is such a thing, it appears to me
that there is no other means than with
diligence to work unceasingly on one’s
self.” E. B.

 

FROM A NEW COMER.

 

for “more copy” well nigh brought
tears to my eyes. Come now, sisters of
the HOUSEHOLD, let us reason to-
gether; we know we have the banner
HOUSEHOLD of the innumerable ones
of our day, a gracious little visitor;
and of course we en joy—sitting at our
ease——the productions signed Beatrix,
A. H. J., A. L. L. and others.- But
right here comes in that wonderful
Golden Rule—pat. Let us not forget
to appreciate the timely fashion hints
and helps in the home, the otime and
the painstaking thereof. I shall ever
remember, with much pleasure in my
first housekeeping days. the-helpful
diary of Ruth Edwards when the
HOUSEHOLD was a part of the FARMER
proper. I often query who she was,
and where she is.

Let me hurry and tell you before the
children—whom some “old bach ”
writer is pleased to call the “delirium
tremens of matrimony ”—come trooping
in from school, an incident illustrative
of—what? A friend of mine (not like
“Jo’s” in “Little Women”) has a
dear “wee laddie” of between three
anda half and four years of age, who
rather excels in the dispatch and ac-
curacy of errand-running. One morn-
ing his mother requesting his services
in that line found Master Tommy
“ otherwise engaged ” and of course not
in the mood, but finally “ ’cluded” to
go cheerfully. Upon his return, his
mother expressed surprise at his un-
usually long absence. But he said “Mrs.
Buown” wanted him to go an errand for
her. “All right,” mamma says, “ but
I fear my little boy looked cross be-
cause of it.” The little fellow drew
himself up to his full stature and said
emphatically: “Do you suppose I would
gwoul' (growl) at the woman I didn’t
live with? ” Mamma thought volumes!
How much I enjoy the occasional
book-browsing in our columns!

Too true, ’tis pity, the article ” Inhu-
man Humanity.” A. H. J .’s “ When,”
finds a response in many a mother-
heart. A. L. L., always good; half
right at least, Miss Indignant; greet-

ings to all. There they come—the
children—bless their hearts! laughing

and shouting “supper for four,” so

 

away goes PEGGY BECK.
ROSEVALE-ON'BOUGE.

hwy“; ; i" 1; ”L. M..~tn;?..1-——.M~rzxzzatm~ ' ' > ..

Let us rally to the call. That plea}

HELPED BY THE “ HOUSEHOLD."

 

I want to tell you how much good
Evangeline‘s article entitled “Mother’s
Difficulties.” did me. I think I was in
a mood to appreciate it, for it came on
one of those blistering days in Septem-
ber when we were putting up a Wind-
mill, our fourth baby was only three or
four weeks of age, and cur help was
so slow! The work seemed piling
mountain high almost. and as I read it
the tears started and I said to myself,
“That woman has been ‘through the
mill,’ or she never could draw apicture
so true to life.”

I have been very much interested in
all the discussions on the subject of the
care and training of the little ones,
and feel that it is a high and noble
calling to be a mother; but how few of
us realize the great responsibility of
bringing a never dying soul into ex-
istence and training it for an eternity,
and how inadequate to the task are the
wisest and best of us without Divine
aid! Let us make this our study and
our business——we who are mothers—to
know how to meet the requirements of
each individual nature, and call out all
the best qualities, feeling that our
country’s future rests largely with us,
and that “as we sow, so we shall also
reap” is just as true in this sense as
any way it can be taken.

Now let me leave my recipe for spice
cake on the pantry shelf and then I’ll
close, before I “ wear out my welcome,”
but would say that if this doesn’t find
its way into the big basket I may call
again and tell you about our “bran
coffee,” at some future date.

And now about the cake: I call it
my “poor man’s plum pudding," for it
is delicious steamed and served with a
sauce for dessert, and as it will keep
almost indefinitely in cold weather it is
nice to have baked against a day of un-
expected company. If for dinner you
want a pudding steam it; and if for
supper you wanta cake why slice it
OE, and you are all right; see? It is
certainly very much more easily pre-
pared than a boiled plum pudding, and
healthier too, I think. I hope you will
like it. ZETTE.

[The recipe will be found on the
fourth page—elm.) -

 

 

INQUIRIES.

I would like to ask through the
HOUSEHOLD what is the matter of my
calla. I have not hadablossom this
Winter. It is in asouth window and
has plenty of heat and water.

Also, will you tell me if it is not cus-
tomary for a woman, after the death of
her husband to drop the use of his
initials and use only her own; thus, be-
fore “ Mrs. Geo. W. Brown;” after his

death, “Mrs. M. A. Brown? ”
M. s. E.
[[t is a matter of individual prefer-

ence. Both are proper and customary.

 

——-—ED.j

  

 


 

 

The Household.

   

     

3

 

IN CONFIDENCE.

 

Reading your little paper only oc-
casionally, I missed what Hattie E. Rix
had to say on this grave question, but
the idea of A. H. J.’s to inform a child
of ten of Nature‘s creative laws is
positively revolting to me and un-
doubtedly to others. What is an in-
nocent girl of that age to do with the
knowledge, of which she is not able to
understand anything? Can any one
see harm in letting achild believe that
a baby is sent by God, or as German
children believe, that a stark has
fished it out of the baby-pond, far, far
away? I myself believed something
iike this, until at the age of ten I was
rudely awakened from this sweet be-
lief, not by my mother—who was too
wise a woman to rob her oldest little
daughter, at so tender an age, of her
innocence—but by a schoolmate, a few
years my senior. To this day I cannot
forgive her; she made me look with
different eyes than innocent ones, and
never after did I greet a little brother
or sister with the same joy as before I
was initiated. Children will not thank
you for destroying their little world of
imagination so early, nor will they
censure you—it otherwise brought up
strictly truthful—for having kept from
them what they were not able to com-
prehend, and for having let them be-
lieve in some poetical fiction instead.

Having raised many girls from child-
hood to girlhood, and having seen
them enter womanhood, I have often
heard them express sorrow at having
been robbed of their childish fancy too

‘300n. ZEILA.
PHIL“; ELPlIIA, Pa .

 

[In our criticisms of others’ opinions
let us always be just, and especially
let us be accurate. In her letter, A. H.
J. does not advise telling children of
ten the mysteries of creative laws, but
said few under that age could under-
stand or be intrusted with such
knowledge. She says it is still a puz-
zle to her, and that much must depend
upon the disposition and characteris-
tics of the child. Few of us credit
children with all the reflection and
thought that go on in their minds,
silently. Every mother is occasionally
startled bv some question from her
child which reveals depths of reflection,
observation and reasoning she never
suspected. A. H. I. would “tell it
early” to avoid exactly what Zeila ex-
perienced in her own childhood, the
enlightenment, not wisely or well, of
schoolmates. The truth, told by a
judicious mother, is infinitely prefer-
able to the confidences of a schoolmate.
Zeila’s mother’s words, wisely put,
would not have been half so revolting
to her childish apprehension as those
of her young friend.

H. J .’s way is the wisest—tot frankly'
acknowledge there is something to be
told by and bye and promise when they
are old enough they shall know. Could

    

 

It seems as if A. '

 

    

we but stop their ears to the confidences
of others there would be no trouble.
Ignorance, mistakenly considered in-
nocence, has proved many a girl's uni
doing. Remembering, this a mother
must carefully consider all things before
she gives the confidence—Eu]

 

A PLEA. FOR SPIDERS‘ WEBS.

 

Now don‘t hold up your hands in
horror, please don’t, and say “The
dirty thing!" for time was when all the
good I could see in spiders’ webs was
a‘means to develop the muscle of the
housewife as she wielded broom and
duster to exterminate them. But let
me tell you what changed my mind.
Last spring my father was taken sud-
denly ill with acute inflammation of
the kidneys; and after twelve hours’
suffering which seemed unbearable,
with no relief from the poultices or
any other remedy which could be sug-
gested, in came one of those blessings
in the shape of a neighbor who has a
remedy for everything, who said; “I’ve
heard that an application of spiders’
webs is good for inflammation, try it!”
Then began the search from garret to
cellar. Not one could be found. An-
other neighbor bethought himself of
the basement of his barn, and shortly
brought a dozen or more of the velvety
things a foot or more square. We ap-
plied them to the seat of the pain,
covered with awarm flannel, and in
less than half an hour the sick man was
resting quietly, and until his ultimate
recovery, whenever there was a return
of the pain, one application never failed
to give relief. I have known of their
being used twice since, once in inflam-
mation of the bowels and once for
pleurisy, both times with grand success.
They are not drawing, only soothing.

What I wish to say is when the house-
cleaning mania is on, leave some webs.
Of course I don’t mean the little annoy-
ing ones that persist in gathering in
every convenient corner, but the great
fatherly ones that we find in the wood-
shed loft, or the dark corners of the
cellar; and just beg the head of the
family to leave some extra large ones in
the barn basement. If it happens that
some overly, neat person tells, with
horrified look, that she saw webs as
large as a checkerboard in Mrs. B.'s
cellar, never mind; just wait until she
is suffering from pain, and then heap
coals of fire upon her head in the shape
of cobwebs. In this case at least I think
the end justifies the means. I have
heard that webs taken as pills would
break the ague; but think I should pre-
fer an external to an internal applica-
tion.

Beatrix says she wants to be buried
under apile of letters; let’s bury her
good and deep so that she will make the
missives fly lively as she struggles out.
Let us do our part to make our little
paper a success.

Fie, Indignant, let Grandpa stay. My

 

experience with grandpas is that they
are ablessing, even if they do reach
second childhood, and then I guess if
any of us had the grippe three times
we would be glad if we had strength
left to peep. 0

Can Mrs. Fuller tell me if the Manettia
vine and Jase'nlinnidcs Granvlifiora will
live out of doors during our Michigan

winters. JOHN‘S WIFE.
ALGANSEE.

 

A CHRISTMAS PRESENT.

 

Christmas has passed and the new
year is here. Little we know what it
will bring of joy and sorrow in the days
and weeks to come, for we can not look
into the future. or know what an in-
fluence our lives may have on those
around us.

Beatrix‘s influence reached miles
from Detroit, and chose me a Christmas
present. Could she have looked into
afarmer’s sitting room, and seen my
aged grandfather hand me a copy of .
Arnold’s Poems, with the remark, “ I
suppose you read Beatrix on ‘The
Light of Asia’ in the HOUSEHOLD,” I
know that she would have been as glad
as I that she wrote it. What a. history
my brown and gold volume will ever
have for me! “The Life and Teach-
ings of Gautama,” “Prince of India,"
and founder of Buddhism, which today
is the religion of nearly one-half of all
the world’s population, and who died
580 B. 0., written by an eminent man
of the present time and given me by a
loving and loved grandparent! And
how I enjoy reading the sublime poem
that has been put into the mouth of
Buddha, and also the addition of a
standard book to my little library.

Let me quote a few lines from “The
Light of Asia,” to be read while you
keep in mind the pen picture of Arnold
as given in the HOUSEHOLD of Decem-
ber 5th, 1891.

“ Om. amitaya! measure not with words
The immeasurable; nor sink the string of
thought
In’o the fathomless. Who asks doth err;
Who answers, errs. Say naught!

“ Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes,
Or any searcher know by mortal mind?
Veil after veil will lift, but there must be
Veil upon veil behind.

" This is enough to know, the phantasms are,
The Heavens. Earths, Worlds, and changes
changing them.
A mighty whirling Wheel of strife and stress
Whicn none can stay or stem."
Come one and all and tell us what
you are reading these long cold winter

evenings. “ 89."

 

EVERGREEN, of Algodon, says: “I
saw some cute sayings of children in
the HOUSEHOLD recently, and will tell
some of the remarks of my twin boys,
five years old. One day when it was
quite muddy they came tramping into
the house and I said to one, ‘Go clean
the mud off your shoes; see how muddy
they are!’ ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘that isn‘t
mud; that’s rusty! ’ When we butchered
they stood at the window watching the
process of scalding and dressing the

hogs. One came running to me, say
ing ‘Oh ma! they are peeling the pig.

~now' ‘ ”

 


The Household.

   

 

A PLEASANT LETTER.

The head line of Puck is the tren-
chant sentence “ What fools we mortals
be;” it should be supplemented by these
words, "‘and desperately selfish a1-
together.”

Here we go on week after week en-
joying our HOUSEHOLD and wondering
how in the world Beatrix can keep it
up to its always interesting state, and
at the same time don't realize how
much real tired feeling and pathos is
in that cry for “More copy!”

Now I’m not preaching unless it be

to myself, for I know how the weeks
' slip by while the children have colds
and whooping cough and grippe, and
the dear knows what, and the letter
planned for the HOUSEHOLD remains
safely stored away in our heads and
hearts instead of being written and
sent to our beloved little paper.
. Now all in favor of writing more and
oftener and helping to cheer the heart
of our Editor manifest it by the usual
sign of the society. Carried, Mrs.
Secretary.

Oh well now, Indignant; what‘s the
use of your bringing up all that about
the men and the “bald headed row,” etc.
Don’t give Grandpa a chance to think
we women lie in wait to pick up stray
sentences which don’t just happen to
suit us and retaliate in a. way that
really gives him the advantage. He
didn’t say anything to make a fuss
about anyway. Instead of brooding
over that just sit down and tell us how
beautifully you darned that burned
place in your cashmere, or something
like that that Will help us over some
' hard places.

Where in the world, Dafiodilly, have
you been? Your voice sounds a little
hoarse and weak as if you had been
having grippe. Come oftener and in
bigger slices. You know you are one
of my kindred spirits.

I can’t stop to speak to each one in—
dividually, so will just say “Hello,
everybody! ” EUPHEMIA.

 

SISTER SENSIBLE TO SISTER GRA-
CIOUS.

The article entitled “False Guides”
in the HOUSEHOLD of the 6th. is so
foolishly written, and capable of doing
so much harm, it is really downright
wicked! Family newspapers are the
educators of the people, and many a
doubt and perplexity have been re-
lieved or en:irely removed by reading
these very household columns she
makes so much fun of. Take her table
that she tried to make out of broom
handles, and afterwards threw in dis-
gust on the wood pile. If she had read

 

over the directions again carefully, and
mixed the work with a little patience
and gumption, she would have suc-
ceeded well enough. I am now writing
this on a stand made of those same dis-
carded handles (or others like them)
and it has been in constant use for.

 

.,t.flfifihm u..- —_—__. a.»

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three years. Furthermore, there are
five articles of useful furniture in this
room, all made by myself from direc-
tions in the household columns of dif-
ferent papers. Sister Gracious must
be a most miserable cook if she cannot
get up an appetizing dinner from the
many good recipes that appear every
week, and I don’t blame the head man
for going to stay at his mother’s if she
did not make her fifty cent dinners
acceptable. It has been done, and she
can do it by faithful attention and care-
ful reading of newspaper recipes.

For years I have kept a scrap book
made from cuttings. It is arranged
under heads, alphabetically. and I saved
a child’s life, probably, by carefully at-
tending to one of the “bits” pasted in
my book under the head of “medi-
cines.” The poor mother came to me
at midnight; her child was choked up,
and seemed dying of croup. She had
no medicine in the house that could
relieve him. I hastily ran my eye over
my scrap book column and found a short
bit about given a child kerosene that
was choking with phlegm. A teaspoon-
ful was given; the poor boy vomited
and was relieved of the trouble. I sup-
pose Sister Gracious would have
scorned any neWspaper advice, and the
child would have died while she was
hunting up a doctor, and getting his
prescription put up.

As for the young wife greeting her
husband with a smile after reading a
newspaper article to that effect, and he
was so astonished and suspicious, it
shows her smiles were few and far
between. The article referred to ought
te have been cut out, pinned up above
her toilet table, and read till she had
it word for word, by heart. No, no!
Sister Gracious! you musn’t speak
lightly of our household columns. If
you will give me your address Iwill
send you a box of newspapers cuttings
that will make you and your whole
family more happy and comfortable.

SISTER SENSIBLE.

 

RECEIVED.

 

THE “ Martha Washington Cook-
Book ” is a new aspirant for the house-
wife’s favor. It seems a very good co 1-
lection of recipes and culinar y informa-
tion, but is marred by a good many
typographical errors. Still, it is worth
a quarter. F. T. Neely, Chicago, Ill.

 

THE Ladies’ Home Journal for Feb-
ruary contains a large number of
articles written by the daughters of
distinguished men, gathered. we pre-
sume, for the purpose of proving the
truth of the old saying, “ Like produces
like.” The result is a very interest-
ing contribution to the magazine liter-
ature of the day.

 

THE February double number of the
Yowth’s Companion is as delightful to the
young folks as every issue of this ex-

 

cellent periodical. Homer Green,
Mrs. Scarborough, Walter Besant and
Sir Morell Mackenzie are among the.
contributors. The Companion sends.
out this year a handsome calendar or-
namented with a picture of the fine
new home into which it will move in a.
few months, and in which all its depart—
ments will be brought under one roof. -

 

THE Review of Reviews for February
has two character sketches, from op-
posite sides, of the political career of
David B. Hill, with two fine portraits,
which in view of the prominence of Mr.
Hill as probable candidate for the
Democratic presidential nomination
will be read with interest. There are
many other very timely and impor»
tant articles. The frontispiece is a
portrait of the late Cardinal Manning.
The numerous—and generally excel»
lent—portraits of distinguished men
and women with which the Review is
abundantly illustrated are avery pleas-
ing feature of every number; we all like
to know “ how people look.”

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Contributed Recip

 

FROSTING WITHOUT Essa—One cup of
sugar; five tablespoonfuls of. milk; boil
four or five minutes; stir until cool, and put“
on a cold cake.

 

CABAMEL FBOSTING.—TWO cups of medium-
brown sugar; one cup of sweet cream; two
tablespoonfuls of butter; boil until it
thickens. Beat till nearly cold. Spread be-
tween and on top of cakes.

 

CABAMEL CAKE.-—TWO cups of sugar: one
half cup of butter: one cup of sweet milk;-
two eggs; two cups of flour; two teaspoon-
fnls of baking powder.

 

FIG CAKE—One cup of sugar; onehalf
cup of butter; two eggs; one-half cup of
sweet milk; one large spoonful of baking
powder; two scant cups of flour. Bake in
four layers. Take one cup of sugar, one-
half pound of figs chopped fine; one-quarter
cup of hot water, and a few drops of vanilla.
Boil ten minutes; spread between the cakes,.
ice the top and place split figs upon it in
fancy shape.

 

S'raamu) RAISIN PUDDING.—One half cup
of molasses; one cup of milk: one cup of
raisins; one-half cup of butter; two cups of.
flour; two eggs; two teaspoonfnls of baking
powder. Steam one hour: Sauce for pud-
ding: One cup of brown sugar; three table-
spoonfuls of flour; two tablespoonfuls of
butter; three cupsnf boiling water. When
thoroughly cooked add one teacnpful of
currant or cherry juice. “89.”

 

Poon Man’s PUDDmG.—One cup of brown
sugar; two eggs; pinch of salt; one cup of
cream (just about as it would be in your
crock or pail, well stirred up\--_thin and
sour): one and one-half cups of flour; one;
teaspoonfnl of soda; a teaspoonful of each
kind of spices and a cupful of raisins. The
fruit of course is just as one fancies as to-
quantity, andIoften make it without any.
I hope you will like it. and if you should.
fail it is probably because your cream is a
little too thick. Zmn.