. wafim-.. . HM”... «-_._..n.....«..r “and" .. .v I _. ._« _. A . g .. .. . .- ,u ., w, , . .~ .. ,. . .. I. 4.“. w- . MW .1... = “flaws wreafimm. awaimwc: . at.” m, ._.g . ' .-_ A » . l l' V’ ., Wuwu‘fl’V-‘tw “may” 5'.“ ‘ “kn/nus», hr‘v."”_ «straw ., "as«"u.\‘ .. DETROIT, JAN. 14, 1893. THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement. PATIENCE. Like a blind spinner in the sun. I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each day will bring its task. And being blind. no more I ask. I know not why, but I am sure That tint and place. In some great fabric to endure Past time and race My threads will have : so from the first. Though blind. I never felt accurst. —Helen Hunt. Art thou alone, and does thy sohl complain It lives in vain? Not vainly does he live who can endure. 0 be thou sure, That he who hopes and suffers here, can earn A sure return. m...— STORIES AS A MODE OF THINKING. It was my good fortune to listen to a series of lectures delivered by Prof. R. G. Moulton, professor of English Liter- ature at the University of Chicago, be- fore the University Extension class in this city just prior to the holidays, on “Stories as 3 Mode of Thinking.” While it is impossible to synopsize such a series (though the lectures were in themselves outlines of themes opening new worlds of thought and study for the reader, as the artist’s sketches afield are but the beginnings of pictures to be elaborated into finished work later on) there were some thoughts so excellent that I am sure many HOUSEHOLD read- ers will enjoy them, 6 mm in the second telling. I have therefore written out what I remember -of the lecture which treated more particularly of the uses and abuses of fiction. and will append a resume of the second lecture on “Specul- ation about Fairies,” in which the lec- turer took the White Lady of Scott’s Monastery as illustration. A great many people, said Professor Moulton. deprecate fiction. Many who deprecate it in this ege would have ta~ booed it in the last. But if we depre- cate or taboo it, we deprive ourselves of the efiorts of some of the finest minds of the world. The three greatest poets of our age, Browning, Tennyson and Wil- . liam Morris, have chosen fiction as a nude of expression; so also those other three great minds, George Eliot, W and Dickens. And I confess .. "it fillet in the order of mania ' mien-ions trio, Prof. «0' Moulton named my own favorite Thack- eray: before Dickens, who always has seemed the most popular, though I think Thackeray(whose delicate hu mor, he said, is akin to that of Plato) is be- coming,r better known and appreciated more highly in consequence, Plato, whom we have always regarded as the great philosOpher, wrote entirely in fiction; his dialogues, in which he puts words and arguments upon the lips of the great men of his own and the pre- vious age, are purely fictitious. One of the oldest books extant,which has come down to us through centuries, fEsop's iables,is a collection of. incidents w lose very fictitiousness made them survive the ages. And our Lord chose also a form of fiction in which to'instruct his disciples—-“And without a parable spake he not unto them.” And what is a par- able but a fiction? Professor Moulton said the usual advice to young people runs something like this: "You have not much time for reading and should make the best use of what you have. Let me advise you tolet fiction alone and confine yourself to that class of reading which, dealing with facts,is of an improving character.” He would give a diametrically opposite impulse, and would say: “You have not much time; improve it by becoming ac- quainted with the broad world of fiction, and leave to those who have leisure for its study, the narrower circle or facts.” Just here it occurs to me that this advice applies with equal force to the reading of history, which is always advised as highly instructive. Certain- ly a general knowledge of historical facts is valuable; and a thorough know- ledge oi the conditions and circum- stances that make history is a life study. But does not the mere reading of ordi- nary historical details laden the mem- ory with barren facts of no particular moment? I find éven so pepular and oft commended record as Guizot’s History of France a chronicle of wars, insurrec- tions, murders, plots and counter-plots, which I would not place in the hands of ayoung person half as quickly as I would a good story. The lecturer went on to say that fiction contains more truth than facts. a seem- ing paradox he proved in this way: Biography is conceded to be a very in- structive form of fact. The biography of any noted man gives us not only the -_:_ , , , ' . ’ .1 . '..__..u..»¢..;._-..~..ww..-.. as vital facts of his career, the sources oi inspiration of his genius, the incidents which guided his life and which are inc teresting and valuable, but also a host of irrelevant facts which make up nine» tenths of the individual’s history To get this one-tenth that is profitable, we must read the nine—tenths of irrelevancy with which it is diluted. In fiction, all these extraneous matters, all that is foreign to the purpose of the story, is left out. and only those things told. us which go to work out the design The great obj action to fiction in mosx minds is that it is "made up.” We are excited about imaginary wrongs and griols. Why allow our emotions to be played upon by a “made up” tale? But the “made up” may be an epitome of human life gathered from mar; y sour es and harmonired into the po trayal of a great principle or a great truth. The experiments of scientists are “made up" in that they do not represent the elements, the acids and the gases,in the form in which they occur in nature. Yet we do not discredit them on that account; in fact science has secured its greatest impetus from experimentation, it is thus facts are established. And fiction is experiments with human lives. Literature has been defined as the science ct life; and fiction is the experi mental side of that science. In fact, fiction is the type of humanity, while biography is the fact of the individual... Professor Moulton made a wide dis- tinction between novel-reading and the study of fiction. Of the former, he had no good word to say; of the latter,it was in effect the placing ourselves in sympat thy and harmony with the best minds of the literary world. And what do you think he made the test between the novel-reader and the student of fiction? The number of times you can read 'a book. The novel-reader reads once any" is done. If the book is mentioned/he says, “Oh, I’ve read that!” The student of fiction reads twice, thrice, six, eight times or more. One reads fer passingC amusement, the other for the art of the story. And the art divides itself in“ three lines, the background, dramatic?" or otherwise; the character. and these- tion. The plot is the application or artistic handling to the sequence of“ events; the personages and the fiction may be embodiments of ideas mam lations; it is the student’s hm“ i . ’ , ‘ i, f...“ L I . "a We: ”£55211: _,..,_g....‘ mes-h... “ WW: ‘ emu-«n» rmr r «Wm 2 The Household. discover these;thus we see how story em- bodies and provokes thought on impor- tant subjects. He alluded very amusingly to those who read only for the plot,con- sulting the last chapter in advance to find out “how it ends:” and spoke of our idea of the word plot as meaning a mys- tery, instancing Collins as an example of the plot—novel writenwherc the mys- tery is well maintained through three volumes; and defined plot as the bring~ ing design out of the chaos of incident. The lecturer called attention to the decay of reading in the present age. People read the newspapers, the maga- aimfihe reviews; they scan the columns of the papers up and down, reading the head-lines and liking best the papers that give the most news in such form, skimming through them and looking for the next new event. Even an editor would be surprised to know that his paper was read seriously—and remem- bered. And this habit of skimming is destructive of the reading habit,that is. reading for the beauty and style—the art ——of the author and for the true signi- ficance of what he has written, so that the real charm of books is lost upon us and we read only for the narrative. And no teacher ever Spoke more truly. The very abundance of reading matter in this age is destroying the habit of reading and making our heads like sleves,into which a vast amount is pour- ed, only to run out or be crowded out by more, and still more. BEATRIX. —-———-.o.———-—- A WOMAN’S EXPERIENCE. I want to tell the discouraged ones like A. G. S. some of my experience. At the age of seventeen I went to live not only with my mother-in-law but all the sisters, brothers. cousins, neighbors and all that pertained unto my mother-in-law. I felt like Mr. Macaw- ber. “the “eye of the world was upon me.” I had not learned that excellent practice of keeping my lips shut close, so I used to have lots of sympathy and many confidential friends. I know now that many were lying to me and the rest were awfully tired of me, but my heart ached just as A. G. S.’s does and I am so sorry for her. But the weak are always with us just like the poor, and just think what a deprivation it is never to be able to listen to the charm- ing chat when the family gather round {the fireside and the new magazine is cut, and never speak to any one except with somuch trouble! Perhaps that broth- er-in-law would like to talk over his troubles just as we do. and how long the? nights are to one all drawn out of shape and suffering with that dreadful paral- ysis. Suppose it had been one of those bright children who are in school how you would shrink if you felt the chill , drawing near your heart and had to have one of them to the mercy of the world. Would i’t a mother like to 3 ~ how that her‘ stalwart son would keep his vow when he says, “Do not fear, mother, I will care for him?”. Perhaps it was so with A. G. S.’s husband, and he feels terribly to think she has so great a care, and yet does not say any- thing about it because he is sensi- tive. There are some things we do not like to talk about even to our best friends. A. G. S. says this cripple cares so much about eating. Doesn’t she know that about three~fourths of this world care for but little else, and the others are almost killing themselves to outdo each other in cookery ? I would like to be able to make a feast once a car for just such lame. bait and blind, for you see the strong ones are just eat- ing every day. The Spartans used to take all their boys who were not likely to make good feeders and fighters and expose them on Mount Taygetus. When they did not die of exposure they were devour- ed by wolves. The girls were served in the same manner if they were not strong enough for mothers, but ethat practice is not consistent with our re- ligion and we must take care of the weak. To read sometimes about the moth- ers-in-law we might anticipate a hu- mane law sometime that would work like this : After a woman had got the last child cared for (first think of doing the clothing, cooking and spanking for a family of ten!) there would be an ex- aminer appointed to see if she was old enough to give place to the daughter- in-law. If so she must be humanely and quietly put to death! We hear but little said about the father-in-law, so we are to suppose he survives. What this world needs today is evening up, so that if one cannot do fancy work and have things so refined, her home can be filled with choicest guests, such as the charming Dickens, the tender Whittier,and scores of great historians I could name. It is coming, in the great eagerness you see in people to learn something to-day which will make them better, so that if a man lose his life in this world he is only finding his . true life after all. I expected to finish my education even if I was married. I had just begun teaching and to excel in music, which I loved. I was the mother of three children before I was twenty-one ; five more have been added. I live on alarge farm where almost everything is done, have had almost all kinds of help, and used to think I should die under so much care, but I am alive. So is my mother-in-law, halo and hearty at eigh- ty-four. I have been disappointed too. You see Mary was younger than I, yet so much comfort for she was all I had ev-' er hoped to be ; and she used togead to me when I was tired, play and sing for me; a poem was so much sweeter when shared with her, and I pray that A. G. S. will never feel as I did when I knew that my darling was dead. How small all the petty things looked when I knew my child could never speak to me again ! But I go often to a sacred spot, and take a long curl of soft brown hair from among my treasures, and then it seems even death is a good; it weeds from our hearts selfishness and sin; it makes us love nature better: every- thing beautiful seems connected with even our loss, and you know the great- est thing in.the world is love. CECIL. CLUB 3. It is a long time since I have written to the HOUSEHOLD. not from any lack of interest, but perhaps the matter of clubs has as much to do with it as any- thing- Counting up on my fingers I find that I must plead guilty to a mem- bership in nine organizations. There is not one to spare, but the one known as the Monday Club stands among those in which I am most interested. The studies for this year are Egyptian his- tory—the beginning of all history—and one must indeed study it to understand the all-absorbing interest that may be awakened. The Monday.Club is not a youthful organization. Ten or twelve years ago it was formed as a Chautauqua Circle. After completing the course the mem- bers studied Shakespeare for a few years; then they were known as Tour- ists, spending one whole winter in Lon- don. Last year it was the Emerson Club. but now a name has been selected that signifies nothing but the time of meeting and that will abide whatever studies are pursued. The programmes are prepared and topics divided for‘ twenty-five meetin gs. and as one custom of former years remains, that is to use the last meeting of each month for “current events,” the programmes will last the eight months of the club year. These current event evenings prove very instructive, for then every mem- ber has a part and they bring the latest discoveries and appliances of science and the choicest literature as their themes, and these are interspersed with choice music. _ For the regular work there are no text books and when a subject is assign- ed the members may search where they choose, but no one ever fails, and the information gained on some subjects is surprising. Rawlinson’s Ancient Egypt is good authority, then we search the Encyclopaedia Britannica, Berkley’s “Pharaohs,” the “Egyptian Princess;” we sail with Miss Edwards in the Philae “One Thousand Miles up the N lie.” we study “Court Life” with Butler and even read the “Pillar of Fire” and every book we may find that gives us knowl- edge of Egyptian history, literature and art. [Of course the Monday Club has .not overlooked Georg Ebers “Udarda” and the “Bride of theLNile.” —ED.] The President appoints a leader for each evening who gives out} the topic, sand as there are from 'megtwake in the night. The Household. 8 twenty - five to thirty ladies and but five or six topics for an even- ing, the work is not heavy. Each takes her choice in the matter of delivery, Some prefer carefully written papers, but many familiarize the subject 'and relate the substance in their own lan- guage We meet at the homes of the _members and each reader or speaker in turn takes her place in the space between the double parlors so that all hear and see. We are arranging to have some public lectures on the sub- ject by foreign talent. and altogether the course is proving most delightful. In glancing over the programme the “hard names” seemed appalling, but after a few evenings our tongues seem- ed to adapt themselves to the pronun- ciations so easily that we have no far- ther trouble. One wise arrangement seems to pre- vail by common consent and that is that not even “a cup of cold water” ls offer- ed to a guest. One club of which I was a member committed suicide by servmg refreshments. At first it was only bon- bons, then one or two kinds of fruit. but the spirit of rivalry was kindled and every evening found the refreshments more elaborately served until it became too burdensome, and the society died of gastronomy. As a finale for the season we shall probably go away to Nettleton’s Is- land or some other romantic spot, as heretofore, for a pic~nic; or invite our husbands to a grand banquet, but for the present we will attend strictly to business and try to fill our heads instead of our stomachs. A few days ago aneighbor said: “Ro- meo is so quiet I really get lonesome here.” and I thought—with good rea- son—but replied that I had not found it so; in fact I lived “in a perfect whirl.” There are five good, well- equipped churches here,but I never saw her go to one of them for service, and she does not know how a Sunday school is managed. She has no ticket for the lecture course and belongs to no society that helps others or helps herself ; she does not care to reai anything more than the daily papers and has not a child, a bird, a cat or even a plant because they might “make dirt.” Her husband spends most of his time down town, and she spends her’s brush- ing imaginary dust from her fine fur- niture. Who wouldn’t be lonely? Bonito. EL. SEE. A SADDENED LIFE. I suppose Theopolus thinks Little Nan a model wife because she builds the fires these cold mornings. No doubt she is. but it seems to me that any hus- band who loves his wife would himself attend to that duty. Mine always does, but I have a sick baby who often keeps ‘ My baby was taken sick when but three months old; he was two and a half years old before \ he sat alone, over three years before he area—z-..“ _.___ - -~ ~* could creep; and is now fourivears and three months old and does not walk; his teeth are decayed and gone, and he is all the care a baby would be and more, for he is so heavy I can hardly lift him. We were invited to a Christmas dinner, and though it was quite an effort to go so far—twelve miles—we finally decided we would go. I thought I would try to leave care and trouble behind; but on entering the dining-room I saw a table set for the children. When they were all seated I saw a vacant chair; I looked round for my little boy and saw he was still in the sitting-room. I went for him, and when I saw those a year or more younger than he who were able to feed themselves, I felt hard and bitter for a moment. I rose from that Christ- mas dinner and resolutely put my trouble under my feet. I was as gay as any of the guests; I played a id sang and we all sang together, but the reaction came the next dav,and I was glad to go home. I do not notice how different my boy is from other children till I see him among them, and then I see all my pleasure has been mixed with pain. and I feel I have been sorely afflicted. Sometimes I resent it, try to be firm and bear it with cold, calm indifference: sometimes I am hard and cynical; then again with God’s help I try endure it patientlv,and feel that He knows best. And there is always hOpe. What an inspiring word! It holds more encouragement than any other word in our language, and I often think that were it not for hope, many overburdened hearts would break. A. G. S. and Honey Bee have my deepest sympathy, as do all who are in trouble. I fear I should not be willing to tak: A. G. S. ’s burden. but she may be glad that it is not one of her own dear ones who is thus afil‘cted. two have more than once had my heart set on a new dress and had to do without it; though I should not care to be a gay butterfly of fashion. I should like to have plenty of calico dresses that I might always present a neat and respect- able appearance and not be ashamed if a neighbor calls unexpectedly. There is one bright spot ahead—the hope of a new house in the Spring, and I am en- joying the anticipation. MRS. A. DO. W TEE FASHIONS. “Coming events cast their shadows before.” Hence I make no apology for introducmg the subject of fashions in mid-winter, when we are glad to feel “our warfare is accomplished” for three months to come so far; as dressmakers and milliners are concerned. But the subject of fa hions is always interesting; there is always a dress for some special occasion on one’s mind, or the making over of an old one is a rock ahead; and too, mid-winter models are in a way “feelers” put out by the modistes to test the preferences of their patrons and get an inkling of what it will be safe to offer for spring styles. --....._....._A ‘.'~\~..- » y. . 'f_,. '. '4... -.‘ You have all, I dare say, read about the Empire dresses, seen the pictures of the short-waisted, puff-sleeved, low- throated gowns and despairingly sigh- ed, saying, “Must we come to this!” Well,no; at least not yet. Young ladies and young matrons adopt the Empire styles for evening and party wear in to wn,having them made in crepe,China silk. and rich brocade and velvet,so that a swell ball-room looks a little as we fancy Josephine’s court at the Tuilleries may have appeared, but for ordinary wear for every day people, waists are of their usual length, the bell skirt stays by us, and so does the military collar. A concession to Empire styles is often seen, however,in the very wide Empire belt which gives—not a short-waisted ' effect but a short-waisted idea. which is better. A breadth of soft silk or wide peau de soie ribbon is allow- ed to assume soft,irregular foldsaround the waist, coming up almost to the bust. ending in a sash bow and ends at the back or fastening under a square bow without ends at the left in the front. Surplice folds, bretelles or soft puffs compose the upper part of the corsage, carrying out the Empire idea. On young, trim figures the result- is quaint- ly pretty. The elbow puff has been shortened till it now comes midway the upper arm; or the giqot or mutton-leg sleeves are made very, very full at the top and close-fitting from wrist above the elbow. To remodel an old dress is not now a difficult task. Either velvet and silk are stylishly used in combination with wool goods. You have, say, a blue camel’s hair gown you wish to renew. You will buy plaid silk in which blue of the tint of your material predomin- ates. Of this you will make the puffs on the sleeves, the wide wrinkled belt, the stock collar described in the HOUSE- HOLD last fall—which is a bias six inch wide piece of silk laid softly on the usual high collar—and if you choose, a very narrow ruffle of the plaid silk to head a ruffle of the goods on the skirt. Or you may have a loose vest of the silk under jacket fronts, using it also for sleeve puffs and collar. Velvet may be em- ployed, if you prefer, making collar, puffs, and wide belt of it, and putting three or five narrow bands around the skirt. The lower part of the sleeves may be velvet and the pufi’s of the wool goods. As if our woes were to be multiplied, we are threatened with a revival of 1830 styles. Does any body remember what women wore then ? Who has an old fashion book that we may know what we are coming to? Poke bonnets, for one thing, caverns of straw lined with tinted silks and adorned with great os- trich feathers and immense bows. The new skirts have gored front and sides and very full backs pleated to spread like a half opened fan, so hung. that it projects out from the heels in- . stead of falling in a horizontal line. . 4. The Household. To get this effect, the back breadths are usually half-lined with crinoline. I am afraid the narrow foot trimmings which were such artistic borders are to be abandoned in favor of very much wider rumes or ruches, some of which are half a yard or more deep. But these are only "indications,” it’s to be hoped they will not be received with favor. Newcomb & Endicott put a. consign- ment of new challis on sale the second day of the new year. Rather “rushing the season.” to be sure, but they were so pretty it was pleasant to look at them. Challis lend themselves admira- bly to flower patterns, they are so soft and pliable, so the patterns are near- ly all in flower designs,bouquets of two or three sprays, Dresden designs of scat- tered sprigs; and many have the satin stripes introduced last year as a novel- ty. These sell at 85 cents; the plain at 60 and 55 cents. One especially pret- ty piece had a ground of apple green, sprinkled with little bouquets in which appeared the palest tint of pink, with a lighter green and some white. It was very pretty. Made one think of spring. BEATRIX. KEEP OUT OF DEBT. Josh Billings says: “Never run into debt, not if you can find anything else to run into. ” I think this would be a good motto to frame and hang in a conspicuous place in the kitchen (for those who are in- clined to fall into debt), and see if we cannot, in the year just opening, econo- mize in household expenses. - There is plenty for one to come in contact with without running into debt. It is, however, in some cases, an un- pleasant necessity, but-very unwise to make a regular practice of “charging it,” without thinking of “ pay-day,” Which, when it comes, brings bills always surprisingly large. On every hand we see people living on credit, putting 01f the day of reckon- ing, and -when that day draws near they have to make a desperate efl'ort either by borrowing or begging to scrape the money together; and then struggle on in the same routine; “ with the canker of'care eating at their hearts, to the inevitable goal of bankruptcy.” If people would only get a “move on” at the beginning instead of. the end, how much misery they would save themselves! I have a perfect horror of debt, and shun it as I would a pestilence. When you are free from debt there is a nourishing sweetness in cold water; a toothsomeness in a bread crust; “ Be sure of it. he who dines 'out of debt, though his meal be a biscuit and an onion, dines in 'the Apollo.’ ” There is no necessity for running “stare accounts.” Pay as you go. I _ know people who live on what they ex- post to earn next month, their pocket- book is always empty, they are always in debt; there’s the grocer’s bill, meat bill, rent to pay and nothing to wear; isn’t this enough to take the bloom from the cheek, and peace from the pillow? One feels so free and independent when out of debt; what matter should there be a rent in your garment, a patch on your coat. or a hole in your hat, as long as there is money to invest in new. How much worse off you would be if you hadn’t the receipt for these in your pocket. and as long as the latter is in your possession you can face any man, and not hear, on the contrary “that still small voice” whispering, “I owe that man,” and feel like a convict guilty of— debt. We are on the entrance of a new year, and a good time to turn over a new leaf. Do away with the account system and pay as you go. Take out your pocket- book, consider attentively the useful- ness of your purchase. and in many cases articles you really thought neces- sary when you had things “charged,” now that you pay “spot cash” you find you can very comfortable get along Without. LITTLE NAN. Mr. CLEMENS. RELIGIOUS APHORISMS. Not for a long time have we come upon such pithy, to-the-point, witty and apropos sayings as were embodied by Rev. Wallace Radcliffe, of the Fort St. Presbyterian Church in this city,in his address on the occasion of the installa- tion of the new minister of the West- minister Presbyterian Church, also in this city. Here are a few of them: “Pew rents do not have summer va- cations.” “Salvation is free, costs money.” “Your minister is non Paul, but then Westmihister church is not the San- hedrim.” “If the church is the army of the Lord the trustees run the commissary depart— ment.” “Sunday sickness is healed only by the unction from the Holy One.” "Children cry for sweets when they may need oil or the slipper—the same is a parable.” “A congregation as well as an indi- vidual may have the dyspepsia.” “The end of a sermon is only its be- ginning.” “Perfection is never in the pulpit, and it is seldom in the pews.” "The congregation is often tried with but the Gospel the pastor. The pastor is often tried with the congregation. And these two are equal.” “Harvest does not come every two months.” “There are some things which even the young people do not know.” “When the sons of God come together Satan always has a pew in the middle “The front seat is stro igly built and is not infected.” “The patron saint of church collec- tions is St. N ickel-us.” “The benediction is not an oflciai order for overcoats.” “The rusty lock creaks loudest, and the do-nothings make the most noise in the church.” “The croaker and the contentious one we may endure, but the whispering wo- man in man’s clothes who can stand?” “It is the glory of God to conceal a thing, but it is the reproach of His peo- ple that they wash their linen upon the house-tops.” “Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but that is no reason for sharpening the tongue whenever the pastor appears.” HONESTY writes: “ I have been wondering whether Theopolus really sighs for ‘the good old days,’ as he calls them, or is simply trying to get up an argument ? I, at least, am thankful that we do not have to dip candles and spin wool and flax as our grandmothers did; and in my thirty-eight years of h0usekeeping have found I have plenty to do with things as they are in modern times. As for building the fires—well, if the wife always wore the trowsers and carried the purse perhaps she might be persuaded to build the fires, but as it has never been my lot to wear the first or even know thecontents of the latter, I shall not decide the questiou. One thing I do know, and that is that many a man makes his wife a beggar and athief. You may ask how, and perhaps I may come again and tell you.” Useful Recipes. Porno BALL Yawn—To one cupful of mashed potatoes add two tablespoonfuls of sugar and one of salt, one yeast cake soaked in just enough water to soften, and mix well. Set away until the day before you wish to bake, then at noon take another cupful of mashed potatoes, add the same amount of salt and sugar, but not the yeast cake, and mix well with the first cupful you made. Let it rise until night, and put one cnpful in the sponge. saving the other cupful for the next time. The sponge must be quite thick; keep in a cool place in summer and warm in winter. Mix the bread rather hard. BAKED SIFTED Porno—A nice way to warm over mashel potato is to press it through a “potato Sifter,” this leaves it very light. It is well to grease the pan or baking-- dish, then sift the potato directly into it. Lay bits of butter on top and bake to a dell- cate brown. It makes a pretty dish for lunch or breakfast. SPIOED Luna—For a dainty dish of cold meat. boil 8. leg of lamb in water enough to cover, to which add a handful of cloves and whole allspice and a stick or two of cinnam 11. Let it stand in the water in which it was boiled to become cold. Slice very thin. aisle. ” Bast can be cooked in the same style. .