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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

LOST !

 

Whatf lost your temper did you say?
Well. dear. l wouldn’t mind it,

It isn't such a dreadful loss——
Pray do not try to find it.

Twas not the gentlest, sweetest one,
As all can well remember

Who have en lured its ever; whim
From New Year’s till December.

It drove the dimples all away,
And wrinkled up your forehead.
And changed a pretty, smiling face
To one—well, simply horrid.

It put to flight the cheery words.
The laughter and the singing;

And clouds upon a shining sky
It would persist in bringing,

And it is gone! Then do, my dear,
Make it your best endeavor
To quickly find a better one.
And lose it—never, never!
—Sydn.€y Day/'6.

”W

CITY LIVING V3. COUNTRY LIVING.

 

Busy Bee says she does not know
as she would be contented with city
life. Now my dear Bee, it would de-
pend very much on what circumstances
you were in whether or not you would
like living in the city, I think. I write
from personal experience because I
have lived in the city, and I think that
poor pe0ple are, as a rule, better off on
a farm. They can raise poultry, so
they do not need to buy eggs; they gen-
erally keep cows so that they make
butter; they raise wheat for bread, and
vegetables, fruit—-generallv-—-and al-
though it takes much hard labor be-
fore all those things are ready to be
eaten, yet we have them in greater
abundance than when we are obliged
to pay money right out of our pocket
for every little thing that goes to our
table, as is the case in the c1ty.

One can buy milk, to be sure, but few
buy over a quart or two a day, at most;
and just think how far that will go
toward cooking and a drink for two or
three little ones who are hungering for
“a cupful, mamm i, a Whole big cupful.”

Ah! how it makes the tender heart of
many a loving city mother ache to be
obliged to refuse her dear little ones
that “whole big cupful!”

You can buy vegetables and fruit too,
plenty of them (oh, yes, if you have the
money), but think of buying a peck of
potatoes (many have not money to spare

 

to buy more at a time) and when you
pare them find them so badly decayed
inside that you get but One or. at most,
two meals out of the peck. while you
find the apples no better, if as good. '

You take home a cabbage head that
you have paid ten, twelve. or fifteen
cents for, thinking the while what ade-
licious dish you are going to have for
dinner. and find when you get the loose
leavesoil' that it is full of black leaves,
or decayed spots: you shave and slice
and in the win hope oi saving
enough iron the wreck to make “Ju~_-t
a taste” of cold slaw, only to find that
to the very heart it is nothing but
waste, and you finally heave it into
the s10p pail with a deep sigh and
" Oh, how provoking,” therefore going
without cabbage for want-«perhaps —of
money to buy another, while the far-
mer’s wife has only to go to the garden
or cellar and get another.

Such are some of the inconveniencies
of living in the city if poor. One has
few com'orts and no luxuries, and so far
as the table is concerned you can not
have as much as many of the poorest
farmers.

I could give the statements showing
the cost of living in the city, but it
would require too much of my time at
present and too much space in our
little HOUSEHOLD.

Now for the other side: If you are a
person in a lucrative business with
plenty of means at hand, think how
many pleasures and advantages there
are in the city for yourself and your
children. There are lectures you can
attend, entertainments to suit the tastes
of all. while the church and school
facilities are much better.

It is harder to bring up children in
the city, because there are so many
tempations to lure the inexperienced
or unstable into wickedness. That is
one very serious drawback to city life,
and one with which I, at least, feel
unable to cope.

Women as a rule do not work so
hard, unless it be those who have to be
the “breadwinners,” and they can go
somewhere and enjoy themselves, for-
getting the work at home. On a farm
it is very seldom that the wife can go
anywhere without working hard to get
ready and leaving much undone that
will crowd on her when she returns
home. She is so tired she can hardly

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enjoy herself while away, and her
thoughts are constantly reverting to
the work she “should be doing,” and
she “must get back to get supper” or
“Oh, I must go home or I can not get
up early enough in the morning.”

Yes, if one is rich it is very pleasant
living in the city, but if only in mod-
erate circumstances I think the farm
is really the best place [or any one
with a family of children.

Robert did most truly give the senti-
ments of men. in general, expression
when he wrote “ I know woman is not
only loved and admired for her charm-
in: character and winning ways, but for
her style, figure and mode of dressing.”
What a “ figuw‘? we would cut " in the
ballroom in men‘s clothes!

I have always been glad that l was a
woman, and I pride myself on being
sensible enough to make my clothes in
a sensible and appropriate style, let
the fashions be what they may. Where
there are so many styles surely one can
choose one befitting everv station in
life and occupation, and look neat and
charming, and I have known men who
fell in love with girls in neat calico
dresses, plainly made, who could have
chosen wives from among women who
could wear silks and velvets and have
their garments made in the height of
fashion.

I wonder if some one can not tell us
how to make some pretty, yet cheap
fancy articles for home decoration. I
will in some future number of the
HOUSEHOLD. I do not fancy spades
axes, shovels and like implements
trimmed in ribbon bows and tobacco
lead and put about in everv corner of
the house; nor a rolling-pin gilded and
be-ribboned and hung on the parlor
wall, neither does my taste run to beer
bottles similarly decorated; but I do
like some fancy work, and as my time
to devote to such work is very limited,
as well as the contents of my purse, I
like to find out about things that are
cheap, yet tasty, and useful too if need
be. HONEY BEE.

W

SOME idea of the wide field Whlch is
being reached by the Chautauqua
Circle may be gained from the fact
that during the fourteen years since
its organization more than two hundred
thousand persons have been enrolled as
active members of the society.

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The Household.

 

MY EXPERIENCE IN POULTRY
RAISING.

 

As this little paper seems to be the
rendezvous for our household friends
totell of their joys and sorrows, haps
and mishaps, work and worry, success
and experiences, 1 come as a contribun-
tor, to tell you not of my success, but
of my experience in the art of poultry
raising.

When I was married and moved on
the farm (having been acity less) I was
“perfectly crazy” to have some hens,
and thought I would be equally as
happy if my husband would only build
me a henhouse; after a year or so of
much coaxing, the day arrived when
its erection was actually in progress—
the fowls were secured and placed
within its boundaries.

I started out with eighteen hens and
five roosters. Idecided to keep only
two of the latter, and so in time dis-
pensed with the remainder. Mine
being related, I exchanged one of these
with a neighbor who gave me one of
the same kind—Brown Leghorn.

The first night I observed that my
httle company did not treat their new
mate very cordially. and the following
morning the new arrival hada black
eye and a decidedly red comb, which
indicated that a family upheaval had
occurred during the night.

One afternoon closely following I
chanced to look out of my window and
saw those two roosters (Lick and Sul-
livan) were evidently going to fight it
out. As to the number of rounds I
could not say, but they were engaged
in the warfare for at least one half
hour. Lick finally being defeated, that
night he disappeared, and has not been
seen or heard of since.

I was only getting from two to five
eggs 8. day. Ihada little book, and
everything that was essential to the
management of poultry was inscribed
on its pages. I was very particular to
see that the hens had good ventilation,
were kept warm and had proper food.

The morning after Easter I went out
in gather the eggs, and lo! to my great
astonishment, every nest was full of
eggs, probably thirty! I wondered if
the hens had joined with us in cele—
brating that memorable day, but it
finally dawned on me that my father-
in-law had, during my absence the
prevmus day, visited them and had un-
doubtedly given them a “condition
powder.” It has never occurred since.

As summer approached my hens be-
gan seeking other quarters, and at this
timel had only nine inmates of that
cozy little hen house. There was not
an individual hen that felt the least
inclined to set, nor has there been one
which did; my mother-in-law took pity
on me and brought me over a hen with
eleven chicks. I nursed them and
watched them mature, and when old
enough to paddle their own canoe, they
very suddenly left. She gave me an-

 

other one with-six ducks; two of these
died, and the remaining four are still
with me, but for how long remains to
be seen. Should you enter my hen-
house to-night with me, you would see
Sullivan and three lone hens.

I have abOut decided to give up the
idea of ever making a success of poultry
raising, but at the same time a thought
flashes through my mind, which speaks
thus: Earnest application to the sub-
ject in view will always be rewarded
with success. I think I shall try rais-
ing the White Leghorns instead of the
Brown.

Can any of the HOUSEHOLD readers
come to my rescue and tell me the
cause of this ultimate failure? I have
any amount of time to fuss with them,
and would so much desire to make a
success ofit. I do not like to be ridi-
culed, and my fathercin-law is such a
tease! He says my failure is due to
the fact that I am a Baptist. To be
sure we have had a great deal of rain
this spring; but they escaped that de-

‘luge, and their misdemeanors connot

be thus accounted for. He keeps his
hens on probation the year round and
their food consists chiefly of grasshop-
pers, insects and wind, and they seem
to flourish. Why mine do not per-
haps can be explained by aHOUSEHOLD
friend who has been successful. Let
me hear of your experience.
MT. Canans. LIT l‘LE NAN.

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J LIST GOT THROUGH.

 

Well. who has passed through the
trying ordeal of being afar-mer's wife
when threshing time came to hand?
No doubt I have many sympathizers
among the HOUSEHOLDERS. This,
my first experience. had many pleasant
and unpleasant features connected
with it.

But to begin at the beginning of my
story, for it may help to cheer some
other poor, forlorn schoolma’am just in
the same plight, I was brought up in
town and attended school till I was
seventeen. Then I began to teach the
young idea how to rise upward, and
continued to do so till twenty. Then
a-lack-a—dav, what did Cupid do? In-
troduced me to the best young farmer
in the world—at least I think so. Three
months ago today we were married.
At that time I could not bake, sew or
cook, in fact it would be easier to tell
what I could do than what I could not
do—a much shorter story. I presume
if a proposition in geometry or New-
ton’s laws of motion would aid in the
kitchen work I would have been all
right. We live with my husband’s
mother and I often looked at her and
wondered if I would ever get to be a
model housekeeper, as she is. I thought
to myself, “well, you may learn to do
a great many things, but you can
never learn to make bread or butter.”
Mother went to visit her daughter for
a week and my niece, a girl of four-

 

teen, came to stay with me. We had
six men to cook for and made bread
which was eatable twice; took care of
two churnings of butter and did the
housework. I found the old maxim
true “ We never know what we can do
till we try.” Now, I look at mother
and think “I’ll try and be just as good
a housekeeper as‘ you some day.” I
consider myself a lucky woman to have
such a kind, patient mother~in-law,
who takes so much trouble to teach
me how to work correctly, and such a
kind, loving husband. I would not ex-
change him for the wealthiest town
man in the world.

Garsps'roxa CITY. FRINK‘S WIFE.

[Come again. do, and tell us about
your experiences in learning the new
business. Are you brave enough to
confess to us your failures as well as
your successes? There is much to be
learned from the former, but we all dis-
like to admit ourselves unable to do
what we undertake. We are glad to
welcome Frank’s Wife in. our circle
and hepe she will come again—En]

TEE GHOST AGAIN.

 

 

I thought surely that here amid this
galaxy of literary stars there would be
peace and rest for a Dead Man, but
upon seeing the letter from L. A. I
felt for a moment inclined to mater-
ialize, and gain a foothold once more-
on terra firma. There is an old saying,
“If the coat fits, etc.” I am sorry L.
A. viewed my letter so gloomily. It
may be wise to censure sometimes.
Why not be told of faults if one is too
blind to see them? There may not be
any such women in existence at the
present moment, but if there are, I
hope they will mend their ways. I see
plenty of good ones. Over there is one
who has denied herself many pleasures,
many of the luxuries of life, to be able
togive her children every educational
advantage, and as they leave school
and she thinks she is to have them at
home to enjoy, sees them drift away
from the home circle into other in-
terests and other fields of usefulness.
It seems hard to bear—but she has done
a good work. Son. daughter! be awake
to the fact now before it is too late to
thank her.

Yonder in that house with the vine
covered porch is a woman who married
at fifteen and whose secret thoughts
are full of regret that she enjoyed so
little of young ladyhood; that, just out
of a district school, she had no more
time for a college education. She
might not now be wedded to the beer
she is, if only some one had put out a
restraining hand, or spoken a word
of guidance; and he would have been
satisfied with some one with less in-
tellect, and yet her life is one of
patience and kindness. A proverb to be
read with profit is, " Happiness is found
at our own firesides, and is not to be
picked in strangers‘ gardens.” In the

 

 

 


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The Household. 8

 

red house around the corner lives a
happy woman.
"“Through beat of storm and stress of winter‘s
She kggt the summer in her heart of gold.“
Let us look in her neat work room
'this Tuesday morning. It is eleven
o’clock; dinner is under way, the iron-
ing is done, the towels were folded and
turned through the wringer; some
grain bags her husband brought in
have been mended with paste and a
hot iron, and now she has come into
this sunny room for a short rest. There
is a little dust on the rounds of the
chairs, and they are also very sug-
gestive of last evening’s sociability,
but she considers it just as important
to brush the dust and cobwebs of
ignorance from her brain. She takes
up the Century and reads “Old New
'York;” on the table lies the HOUSE-
HOLD and those two grand books,
“The Life of Christ” and “The Life
of Paul," by James Stalker. Yester-
day she read the story “A Timid
Woman ” in August’s “ Short Stories.”
She went into a pleasant reverie, a
bond of sympathy connected her with
the timid woman who liked to write a
letter to the HOUSEHOLD. Have the
members read any or all of these?
Will some one tell me what is meant
by a “ blue Presbyterian? ”
I shall probably come again, but you
cannot always be sure of a

MARSHALL. DEAD MAN.

 

The term “blue Presbyterian” was
first applied to the Cameronians,

that branch of the Presbyterian
church which seceded under the
leadership of Richard Cameron,

whose opposition to the government
and the established church of England
cost him his life in 1680. The Cam-
eronians were the straitest and strictest
portion of the church, and chose blue
as their distinctive color in opposition
to scarlet, adopted by the cavaliers and
adherents of Charles I. Cromwell’s
soldiers wore it during the civil war
prior tothe execution of Charles I.,
and their reason for its selection was
that verse of the Bible which says:
“Speak unto the children of Israel and
tell them to make to themselves fringes
on the borders of their garments, put-
ting in them ribbons of blue.” “The
true blue dye” was discovers). by a
Scotchman. and probably named from
that line of Hudibras which describes
his badge:

" ’Twas Presbyterian true blue.”

 

MUTUAL RIG-HTS.

 

I believe Belle M. Perry is right
about my having enough to do without
summer boarders, although I had in-
tended to get a good girl to help with
the work. I would like to hear the
rest of what she had to say, as that is
what makes our little paper interest-
ing.~ And as to that talk with my
better half, don’t for a moment imagine

 

that I am not abundantly able to stand
up for my rights. I have always done
that; and if all farmers’ wives enjoyed
the privileges I do, there would be
more contented wives. When we first
moved on the farm eight years ago my
children were all small, and I have seen
the time when the work crowded
pretty hard, so I know just how to
sympathize with Honey Bee. But now
the children are all of school age, and
I get along very nicely.

Why do mothers persist in bringing
up their girls to pick up after and wait
upon the boys of the family'.J I never
knew of but one exception to that rule.
How can it help but make selfish and
exacting husbands? My boys are all
girls, so I cannot practice what I
preach, but I am confident that if

mothers would bring up their boys just'

the same as their girls, they would not
require so much training after mar-
riage. My sister has enough to do to
wait upon her little ones, so when her
husband says, “ Mary, where’s my
socks? ” instead of getting them as his
mother did, she says, “John, they are
in the same drawer they have always
been since we were married.”

I was much interested in Sister
Gracious’ letter recently, because I
have a dear friend who is also deaf, and
would like very much to hear of some-
thing that would benefit her. Does
any one know anything about those
patent ear drums that are so much ad-
vertised? I don’t see why they would
not be a help. I for one have great
sympathy for any one afflicted with
deafness, and always do my best to en«
tertain them when in their company.

Owosso. MRS. GERMAIN.

H..—

ABOUT PICKLES.

 

As the preparation of pickles is the
housewife’s chief business nowdays, the
following will be interesting reading
to her:

For whole mixed pickles, Food says:
Allow half a peek of small green toma-
toes, pick the stems off and wash, pre-
pare half a peek of tender string beans,
a quart of very small onions and half a
dozen small green peppers; break the
ends of the beans and leave whole; take
the outside skin off the onions. Put
the tomatoes in astone jar in strong
salt and water twenty-four hours, the
onions in another jar in brine; cut the
peppers in two twice; take out the seeds
and leave in the brine; put the string
beans in cold water over night; the
next day drain and steam the tomatoes
a few minutes, then put the beans in
the steamer and cook until tender; then
the onions about ten minutes; drain and
mix all together, add the peppers,
put the pickles in two or three jars;
over the top of each jar pour half a
teacup of grated horseradish; heat
enough vinegar to cover the pickles,
pour it over them boiling hot, put an
inverted plate over each jar, then tie

 

up securely and put a cover on top. Let
them stand one week, then drain off the
vinegar and throw away; take fresh
vinegar, add two cups of brown sugar,
some stick cinnamon, ground cloves,
tied in a cloth, and cook ten minutes;
then pour over the pickles. If you have
fresh horse radish leaves, wash and
put a. few over the top of the pickles;
put the plate on to keep them covered
with vinegar, and tie up.

For two hundred small cucumbers use
one pound of coarse salt. After wash-
ing carefully, pack in a jar with the
salt. Pour over them enough boiling
water to cover them and let stand
twenty-four hours. Pour this off and
repeat. Let them drain well and then
pour over them enough boiling vinegar
to cover, in which cloves, cinnamon,
mustard seed, allspice, six green pep-
pers, and a piece of alum the size of a
small egg have been boiled. Cover
tight.

Pour hot brine which will bear up an
egg over three hundred small cucum.
bers, let it stand twenty-four hours,
drain and repeat. Then put into clear
hot water and let stand twelve hours.
Then let them stand in hot alum water
for three hours. Let eight large green
peppers, one large horseradish root
sliced fine, two quarts of white onions,
one dozen bean pods out fine, stand in
brine twenty-four hours, and then drain
three hours. Scald two gallons of
cider vinegar, and one-quarter pound
of black and white mustard seed, one
teaspoonful of cayenne pepper, one
ounce turmeric. Pour this overthe
pickles and when cold add one pint of
prepared mustard.

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COMMENTS.

 

If there is a Dead Man to be heard
from, don‘t let us find fault, for if all
his letters will be as good as the first
one, they will be welcome. In his
aerial flight he can observe in a way
denied us weaker mortals. It may be
well for us to ask ourselves if we are
like any of the women he described,
and if we do resemble the objectionable
ones to turn over a new leaf.

I agree with Aunt Merry, give us
cheery, helpful letters.

I would like to have some of the
members tell me how to furnish the
hired man’s bedroom, as we have a new
house and expect to move in next
month. MRS. WORMWOOD.

 

A MEDICAL journal reports the radi-
cal improvement of a diabetic patient
by copious use of a tea made of whortle-
berry leaves plucked before the berries
have ripened. Two handfuls of the
leaves are boiled in two quarts of water
until the decoction is reduced to one
quart. A quart of this tea, in two
equal portions, was taken daily, and
the patient confined himself to an ex-
clusive diet of meat with much fat and
drank nothing but white wine.

 


 

The Household.

 

A CRITICAL RECAPITULATION. .

 

Some one some time during the sum-
mer said in the HOUSEHOLD, “I will
not write any more on this subject,
for fear somebody will call me radical.”
Ah, my dear madam, you evidently are
made of frail stufi. Whatl afraid to
speak your honest convictions of right
and wrong in behalf of any question of
dress, equipage or moral or religious
conduct? Afraid to be called “radi-
cal?” Do you know how much cause
you have to thank God for having
raised up His grand army of those who,
keeping the “mark of the prize” ever
in view have not been, are not now,
afraid of being called radical? If you
have an honest, earnest, well con-
sidered, well balanced conviction of
truth or right in any way bearing on
any of the thousand and one lines of
transition by which the domestic,
social. civil and religious life of‘our
nation—of the world—is evoluting,
speak them, live them and seek for
better light, for noble, truer, liberty.
I have no patience with those peOple
who will weakly speak a weak word for
right and truth, and then back down
and “beg pardon” for having said it,
for fear they may be called radical.
Ah, bless you, my good friends, were
there no “radicals” humanity would
have been a failure centuries ago!

Humanity’s soul life strikes its roots
deep down into two opposing forces,
right and wrong. The depth of root
and strength of growth attained by in-
dividual forces varies: the term “ radi-
cal” being given from the very nature
of the case to the one whose roots run
deepest, and who thus becomes pos-
sessed of greatest power of resistance.
The battle between these two sets of
radicals began with the conception of
creation. Will it go on forever? No.
It cannot be. Well, then, God and the
right will prevail! So don’t be afraid
of being radical, only be radical for the
right. E L. NYE.

OBTONVILLE.

 

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A CHILD‘S TRIALS.

 

There is a brief period in the exis-
tence of the girl child of the present
time that is fraught with many trials
and perils to her. When a little girl
is about two years old, her silly and
fashionable mother puts her into
dresses that barely escape the ground.
Walking is attended with some un-
certainty at that age at best, and be-
comes positively dangerous when the
child’s steps are made still more un-
steady and uncertain by the dress
which clings about its feet and gets in
the way.‘ I actually heard a mother
say “ Take up your dress, Gladys,” to a
little girl at a muddy crossing the other
day, and the little toddler, already
three or four feet behind her mother,
still further increased the space as she
"lingered to grasp her dress in truly
feminine fashion. I sat with a mother

 

on the piazza and meanly laughed with
her at the futile efforts of her thirty-
months old daughter to regain her
feet. Trotting across the lawn she
tripped on her dress and fell. The soft
grass received her and no harm was
done, but the child could not get up.
The little feet were planted on the
skirt of her fashionably long dress
every time she tried to stand, and she
simply could not regain an upright
position. She tried a dozen times
patiently, then growing tired began
to cry. When tranquility was restored
I put in a protest against the senseless-
ness of hampering the movements of a
child when it needs the utmost free-
dom in the exercise of its newly ac-
quired powers, and mentioned the
danger of injury. But the mother only
said “ Oh, everybody dresses them so!”
BEATRIX.

 

AN exchange says: “ A young lady
attending an evening tea was so unfor-

'tunate as to Spill chocolate on the front

of a delicate dress. 8v soaking in
strong witch hazel the stain was re-
moved Without changing the color of
the goods. A young man upset abottle
of ink over a pair of light summer
trousers. The same treatment removed
every trace of the stain. Another lady
got wheel grease on a light silk, and it
also yielded to the charm of witch-
hazel.”

 

KEEP YOUR EYE ON GODEY‘s ——The
name of the well-known and popular
magazine familiar to so many as
Godey’s Lady’s Book has been changed
to “Godey’s, America’s first maga-
zine.” It was first established in 1830
by L. A. Godey and soon became a

household word. The new Godey’s is

to be much better than the old. In the
first place, the magnificent work of art
“ Godey’s Idea of the ‘World’s Fair,’ ”
which is to be presented to every pur-
chaser of the October number, is said
to be so beautiful and artistic in design
and coloring that every one will want
it. It is a faithful reproductiou of one
of W. Granville Smith’s latest and
greatest pictures, produced expressly
for Godey’s. The publishers’ guarantee
that the Magazine will be filled with sur-
prises and beauties from cover to cover.
First in the contents comes John Hab-
berton’s complete novel, “Honey and
Gall,” a companion to “Helen’s Babies,”
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Useful Becxpes.

 

Tom'ro Carson—Nine quarts of tomatoes,
which should not be overripe, but merely
turned. It is not necessary to peel the to-
matoes, merely to slice them and pack theme
in the porcelain kettle used in making the
sauce. Drain off all the clear juice which
you can from them. Add four tablespoon-
fuls of table salt, two of allspice; one of
cinnamon, half a teaspoonful of cayenne
pepper, a teaspoonful of black pepper and
two teaspoonfuls of cloves. Pour over all a
pint and a half of vinegar. Cover the kettle
containing the catsup and let the tomatoes
simmer for three hours, being careful that
they boil all the time. Let the catsup cool
in the kettle and when it is cold, strain it
through a sieve, bottle it and cork it up.

 

CHILI SAUCE—A peck of ripe tomatoes
and eight while onions. Skin the tomatoes
by putting them in boiling water and rub-
bing off the peel with the hand or a cloth.
Then peel the onions. Chop the tomatoes
and onions together as fine as possible. Put
them on a fire and let them boil for fifteen
minutes. Then add a pint of vinegar, 3
tablespoonful each of powdered cinnamon,
allspice and black pepper. and a teaspoonful
of cloves. Tie the spices in a bag of cheese-
cloth and let the whole. mixture cook for
about five hours, or until it is quite thick.
Be careful that it does not burn. When you
are ready to take it off the fire, strain it if ’
you wishio, though it is not necessary. But
in ‘any case, remove the bag of spices and
add‘ a tablespoonful of ground mustard, a
teaspoonful of cayenne pepper and two-
teaspooufuls of white ginger, and salt to the
taste.

 

GRAPE CATBUP.-B0il seven pounds of;
grapes, merely picked from the stems and
washed 8. little in a bowl set in a keitle of
boiling water. When they have cooked in
this way for an hour, strain through a sieve
fine enough to keep back the skins and
seeds. Add three and a half pounds of
sugar, 3 pint of vinegar, a teaspoonful of

[cinnamon and the same amount of cloves.

Cook the mixture till it is thick. This may
be varied in flavor by changing the spicesr
using one teaspoonful each of salt, ground
nutmeg. ginger and cloves. half a teaspoon-
ful of pepper and allspice, and a quarter of
a red pepper, minced or shredded fine-N.
Y. Tribune.

PEACE SNOWBALLS.-—Boil a cupful of rice
in a large vessel containing a gallon of
boiling water; put ateaspoonful of salt in
the water and see that it boils rapidly, stirr-
ing with afork so that the grains do not.
stick to the bottom. As soon as tender,.
drain; spread a Couple of tablespoonfuls of
this rice on pudding cloths large enough to-
hold a peach; lay a pared and stoned peachr
in the centre of each; tie up and steam for
an hour.