DETROIT, MARCH 18, 1893.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

OUR W )RDS.

 

it is no: so much what you say,
As the manner in which you say it;
It is not. so much the language you use.
As the tone in which you convey it.

“Come here!" i sharply said.
And the baby cowered and wept:

"Come here!" I coued and he looked and smiled
And straight to my lap he crept.

The words may be mild and fair.
And the tones may pierce like a dart:
’Iha words may be soft as the summer air.
And the tones may break the he irt.

For the words but come from the mind,
And grow by study and am;

But the tones leap forth from the inner self,
And reveal the state of the heart.

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A VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY.

 

Although much has been written about
.Arctic explorations and the subject is
‘ more or less familiar to us all,the person-
al narrative of one who has made aPolar
voyage possesses peculiar interest.
Lieut. Robert E. Peary, who returned
from Greenland last September, recent-
ly lectured here, and gave us a graphic
. account of his famous trip across the
northern extremity of Greenland. in
which he went four degrees further
north than any other explorer, proved
conclusively that Greenland is an island,
and reached a point only five hundred
miles from the North Pole.

Lieut. Peary is evidently a modest
man. He made no boast of his perils or
his achievements, but contented him-
:self with telling us the story of his trip
and something of the people and coun-
try, in an interesting but unsensational
manner. With a party of seven, in
which his wife was included—the size
of the party being governed by the de-
sire of reducing as much as possible the
quantity of supplies to be carried —he
set sail in the whaler Kite from Brook-
lyn. in July, 1891. He was sent by the
Philadelphia Academy of National
Science, and based his plans on a radi-
cal departure from the usual methods of
his predecessors, who have invariably
endeavored to travel by water, follow-
ing the indentations of the coast and
relying upon their vesselsjto carry them
where they wished to go—provided the
ice would admit. Lieut. Peary propos-

ed to cross the interior of Greenland
and see what could be reached in that
way. -'

Topographically. Greenland is like a

  

 

. “Solitude.”

loaf of cake upon a plate. There is a
narrow coast line, which answers to the
rim or edge of the plate, then a range
of mountains rising to the interior,
which is a vast plain of snow and ice,
the “ice-cap” which corresponds to the
cake’s/ frosting. Rain never falls in
Greenland; the moisture is precipitated
as snow, and for centuries this has been
accumulating in the valleys 'till it is in
some places from a mile to a mile and a
half in depth, the altitude being from
5,000 to 8,000 feet above the sea level.
It was this ice cap which tne explorer
proposed to utilize as a great highway
to the Polar ocean.

The Kite landed the party at Wales
Sound in August, and the first work
was the building of the house Which was
to be headquarters and home—aLhouse
(named Red Cliff on account of the prox-
imity of brilliant sandstone clifis) in
which architecture was not considered
and picturesqueness had no part. but
which seemed a palace to the Eskimo,
who came from scores of miles around
to inspect it and the queer people who
lived in it. Fur garments and fur sleep-
ing-bags had to be made, dogs and
sledges and Eskimo drivers got togeth-
er preparatory to the long journey con-
templated.

In the spring the expedition started,
part of the party and Mrs. Peary re-
maining behind at Red Cliff, while the
Lieutenant with two sledges and two
full teams of dogs started for the north.
They had forty miles of hard hauling
over bluffs and broken ice before they
reached the vast ice-cap of the interior,
which they found, as expected, a great
level plain on which traveling was com-
paratively easy. After a part of the
journey was accomplished. the rest of
the party was sent back and Lieut.Peary
and a Norwegian named Astrup went on
alone, with a single sledge containing
their supplies. So level and monotonous
was this great ice-field that it was he.
cessary for one to go on ahead and set a
small guidon or flag to indicate the
direction to the dogs, who soon learned
its object and to follow it. Lieut.Peary,
planting this signal and looking back to
the little light sledge with its two dogs
and its one driver in the midst of the
pathless plain, as illimitable and void of
landmark as the ocean, felt the scene
an inspiration for the artist,the subject,
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Pole than yet reached, in a land a white
man’s foot never trod before, Lieut.
Peary flung out the Stars and Stripes,
and looked out over a Polar mean and
archipelago never before seen by his
race. Then began the return journey.
In all 1,300 miles were traveled, as the
bee llies,entirely on foot,the dogs draw-
ing only the supplies necessary -his
food and theirs. Not a monotonous
journey, by any means, but fill of perils
from the numerous crevasses: some so
wide a detour had to be made. others
narrow and bridged by drifted. snow
through which the foremost dogs often
plunged. As these crevasses were from
500 to 5,000 feet deep, the necessity of
caution is obvious.

The Eskimo of Greenland number but
233—men, women and children. They
are the oldest tribe in America. and
completely isolated. The residents of
the southern portion are of Danish de-
scent, and have but slightly modified
the fashions of their forefathers. They
are an undersized people; dark in com-
plexion, as if tanned by the smoke in
their igloes; “ mortal homely,” with
obliquely set, sharp, small, beady black
eyes; round faces; fiat, thick noses;thick
lips and low frontal development.
Their hair is coarse and worn long, on
being apparently unacquainted with
combs,adds to their generally disreput-
able appearance. The only fabric they
know is fur; the only ornament of the
women a cord of seal on which is strung
a few bits of ivory, worn as a necklace.
Their clothing consists of long boots
made of tanned seal with the fur inside,
and within these seal stockings, and
coats and trousers of fur. Mention was
made of a coat of blue fox worn by one
man which, at our values, would be
worth $500. Both sexes wear an inner
garment made of the skins of sea birds.
The only distinction in dress is that the
women‘s boots are longer and their coats
have a hood attached in which the baby
Eskimos are carried, sometimes until
they are two years old. The dress of
the children is the counterpart of that
of their parents.

Eskimo house keeping is the perfection
of simplicity. They live on meat the
year round; it is their sole diet, and is
eaten raw and often frozen. The seal,
walrus, musk-ox and an occasional polar
bear furnish it. Animal life in these
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one would suppose. Sea-birds resort to
adjacent islands in enormous numbers,
the common seal abounds; and the
lecturer gave us an account of an ad-
venture with walrus which came near
depriving the world of one of its most
intrepid explorers. A herd of 150 was
discovered, and one was shot. Its cries
and the blood which stained the water
so infuriated its companions that it was
only by the constant discharge of five
Winchester rifles—which Mrs. Peary
was kept busy reloading—that they were
kept from capsizing the boat; One par-
ticularly furious fellow came so near as
to almost seize the gunwale. The
walrus is a formidable- looking creature,
being armed with two gleaming tusks
about two feet long, which in spite of its
nngainliness it uses with as much ease
as a soldier his sabre.

Shut in as they are by eternal snow,
the cornmonest articles of civilization
are marvels to the Eskimo. Needles
and knives are especially precious to
them. An Eskimo woman will give all
she possesses for a needle, and a man
offered Lieut. Peary his wife and two
children for a bright new twenty-five
cent knife. An enterprising Yankee
with ten nollars’ worth of cutlery might
buy up all Greenland, be monarch of
a Polar continent containing 750,000
square miles, and build his palace at
U pernay ik, which as shown on the can-
vas,consists of three houses-egovernor’s,
assistant governor’s, and priest’s—with
a few native huts.

As fashions are ever the same in Es-
kimo land, and as the fur clothing is
never changed until worn out,the family
sewing of an Eskimo woman is akin in
simplicity to the rest of her housekeep-
ing. Yet to make and repair, with
their clumsy tools,must be considerable
of atask. I meant to ask the lecturer
if Eskimo women want to vote, and have
clubs and “Circles” and what are their
views regardi 3g the revival ofcrinoline,
but he disappeared so quickly at the
close that I hail no chance. The for
bugs in which they sleep must be warm
indeed, for we were told that in them
both Lieut. anzil Mrs. Peary slept com-
fortably in the open air at a tempera-
ture 35 degrees below zero. Part of
the women’s work is preparing the
skins of sea-birds for the inner garment
before mentioned. They tan these
skins by chewing them, and as the
feathers are left or. and 50 or 60 skins
required for a garment,somewhat of the
strength of jaw of the Eskimo woman
may be inferred.

The only domestm animal and beast
of burden is the dog. These are ap-
parently half-wolf; intelligent, strong,
hardy brutes; more or less well-trained;
somewhat resembling the collie in ap-
pearance, and an indispensable aid to
the explorer. The team of fourteen
dogs was shown in many of the stere-
opticon views with which the lecture
was illustrated, and always with Lion,
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harnessed in our aceeptation of the
word, but attached by long thongs to
the sledge, giving them much liberty
of movement; and one of the vexations
of the journey was the knots into which
it seemed their amusement to tangle
these thongs. They are fed but once in
twenty-four hours,their food raw frozen
meat, and it was characteristic of Lion
that he never manifested any enthu-
s1asm until the dinner hour approach-
ed.

One picture showed them after a

stormy night almost buried in snow;
one had risen on his fore-paws and was
surveying the scene with a most dis~
gusted expression, as of saying in dog-
language, “ What beastly weather!”
Five of the dogs accompanied the lectu-
rer and were shown on the platform
with one of. the sledges used and a driver
in full Eskimo costume; they seemed to
enjoy the notice and petting of the
crowd.
_ We had a glimpse of an Arctic sum-
mer, a vision as brief as the season it-
self; a mention of green turf, a rippling
little rill on its way to the great glacier
just beyond, brilliant hued Arctic flow-
ers gemming the sod, a bumble- bee and
a butterfly swinging by on lazy wing,
and over all an Italian sky. But most
that he told us was of eternal snow,
mountains and rivers of ice, glittering
bergs and wind swept stretches of drift-
ed snow,against which they eptrenched
themselves by digging Eskimo fashion
into it, putting up a sail to break the vio-
lence of the Wind,and feeling very luxu-
riously comfortable!

Lieut. Peary will start on another ex-
pedition next June, proceeding as be-
fore up the west coast of the island,and.
utilizing the experience and informa-
tion gained already, hopes to get yet
nearer the ultimo thule of the Arctic
voyager, the end of the earth’s axis. If
the channels between the islands north
of Greenland are narrozv,and the islands
easily traversed, he miy reach it; if
there are broal expanses of ocean the
feat is p ‘oblematical.

’Whut a won'lerful fascination there
is in these Arctic researches to make
cultured men like Peary willing to un
dergo the privations and perils, the
eternal battle with cold, the possible
death by starvation, the chance that at
the bottom of some treacherous crevasse
they may find sepulchre and their fate
be a matter of surmise, for its sake!

BEATBIX.

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A USEFUL LIFE.

 

Since my last letter a dear old father-
ly friend has been called home. Sudden-
ly,without a moment’s warning, he was
gone,and the wife to whom he had been
the tenderest and best of husbands for
many years is so utterly alone that in
assisting there I have lived over again
many scenes in my life of other years.
When my own good father died, in the
same sudden way, it was mine to go
through all the rooms of the old home

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and gather up all his clothing, take all
charge of his unfinished correspondence
and even write his Obituary, and I have
done likewise in this instance and with
much the same feelings.

In one of my HOUSEHOLD letters,
about three years ago, I stated that in
a room above my owu was a valuable
scientific collection that I meant to

. write about some day,but the year of my

residence there was over-full and now
the Doctor cannot give either history
or classification, so much of their value
will be lost because there are no labels
or arrangement by which the specimens
may be known.

The Doctor was married in 1836 and,.
with his bride,took passage on a sailing
vessel for the then almost unknownSand-
wich Islands. He was sent by the Amer-
ican Board as a medical missionary,
and they were four months on the ocean.

Their home was in Kailua, Hawaii,
and they labored zealously to save the
souls and bodies of the natives. These
being among the first missionaries the
inhabitants were wild and uncivilized,
but they were not cannibals as some
suppose, though they did sometimes
offer human beings as sacrifices to their
gods. There are some hideous idols in
his museum and even some rare forma-
tions of lava that were worshipped as»
such. The lava is from that greatest
volcano in the world, Manna Loa, be-
side which the better known Vesuvius
is but a plaything.

Of course the first work was to master
their language and indeed until that
time they had no written language, so
all their characters are from our own
alphabet, and Only thirteen letters are
used, but they make free use of all
vowels. Uncultured as they were their
greeting, “Aloha,” which being trans-
lated means “Love to you,” seems full
of good promise. At that time all the.
flour and most of the food of these mis-
sionaries was sent from the United
States by this slow transit. For twelve
years they labored there with unflag-
ging interest, but the wife and three of
the four children found graves in that
distant land and, in feeble health, the
doctor and his ten years old son again
started on an ocean voyage, this time
on a whaling vessel, and were six.
months on the water before reaching-
New York. Four years afterward the
doctor was again married, intending to
return to the Islands. By advice of the
Board he did not go in the flesh but in
his spirit, and with deepest interest, her
was ever with those people whom he
had learned to love because of their need
of him. So he settled in Romeo,giving
his only child every educational ad-
vantage, and the connection of Dr. Geo-
P. Andrews with the Detroit Medical
College proves how well the son im-
proved his opportunities, for the doctor
of whom I write was the father of this
well-known pathologist, of Detroitpwho
returned to his native land in 1890 and
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lulu. The improvement in transporta-
tion in the past forty years is shown by
this return trip, as the son was on the
ocean but a single week from San Fran-
cisco instead of “ doubling Cape Horn,”
as in earlier years.

We read and hear of really good men,
but to know one such as Dr. Andrews
had been through all the eighty-three
years of his life establishes our faith in
Christianity and in all mankind; for his
pure, childlike trust, his words and
works known of all men were so unos-
tentious that he seemed a true disciple
of the meek and lowly. As a practition-
er he ranked with the best and as a
husband he was my ideal,-so tender and
thoughtful that he seemed almost to
live for the good that he might do for
his feeble wife and all who shared his
liberal hospitality. His kindly face,
framed in silver, looks down upon me
as I write in saintly benediction. It is
something to be thankful for, during a
whole life time, to have known such a

man. EL, SEE.

Rouse.
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TABLE MANNERS.

 

Most of us are probably familiar with
the sensation experienced on reading
in the HOUSEHOLD “just what we
meant to say” at some future and more
convenient season. Just so I felt when
reading Cassandra’s remarks in the
HOUSEHOLD of March 4th. As the
Irishman said, she “took the shoes and
stockings right out of my mouth.”

I don’t think that manners make the
man entirely, but I do think good man-
ners are an indispensable adjunct,
especially table manners.

So many mothers seem to think that
if they set their children a good ex—
ample, that is all that is necessary.
With some children it may be, but
the majority have a large amount
of human nature in their make-up, and
will invariably follow the worst exam-
ple. That is, if the head of the horse
is careless at table, his children will be
careless; if he eats with his knife so
will they, unless some counteracting
influence stronger than a good example
makes itself felt. Of course it makes
it harder for the mother to exert this
influence if the father fails to realize
his duty in the matter, but by begin-
ning early, in fact as soon as the child
begins to eat at the table, she may
spare herself much future annoyance.

It is scarcely fair that the mother
should have all the responsibility; but,
if it cannot be helped, let her be care-
ful how she depends on example alone.
When I see a man shovel in his food
with his knife. I think “His mother
taught him table manners-by ex-

ample.

Sister Gracious, don’t be worried
about heap skirts. The mighty Worth
says “ It shall not be,” that he has no
intention of sanctioning the wearing of
crinoline of any sort. and thinks we
need have no fear on that score.

BATTLE CREEK. V. I. M.

 

FATHER AND SON.

 

f Abstractof paper read by Mrs Lucy Swift before
the Farmers" Institute at Grand Blanc. With
response]

Filial affection is certainly one of the
most natural elements of the father’s
nature. That he represses, restrains
and renders useless this most beneficent
endowment is the accusation we bring.
We find him withholding praise when
praise is due; throttling appreciation
when an expression of it is necessary to
good results; find him smothering his
affections—the most potent element for
good in his nature. We read between
the lines of history that this is no new
feature of civilization. The stern, un-
compromising nature of Frederick
William has ever found its counterpart
in varying degrees among the sons of
men. Inconsistent with this statement
would seem the warm welcome the
father ever accords his male issue.
Unlike natures, the feminine failing to
understand the masculine, has been
given by those who have made it a
study, as the cause in many cases of
discord between man and woman. But
no such cause can be assigned in the
case of father and son. When do we
first see the signs of this divergement‘?
Not at the cradle, for there all that is
noble and loving in the manly nature
shows itself. Time passes and out from
the cradle walks this young creature,
fully fledged, with all the attributes of
his kind—its plastic nature and un-
formed character, ours to make or to
mar. Very soon the dominant nature,
which is such a strong factor of the male,
begins to assert itself, and as “Greek
met Greek” has the father ever met the
awakening.

We believe the father loves his boy.
We believe, too, what the poet says:
“Gold is found hidden beneath the
roughest ground,” but of what good to
struggling humanity is that deposit
unless brought to the surface? And
what good to the boy the latent alien-
tion that fertiliz as no part of his nature?
Just as certainly as the needle paints to
the pole does the nature of a child
gravitate toward ten ierness and loving
justice; and jllzt as you plant at this
time of your child’s life, shall you sure-
ly reap. The propagation of courage
among the Spartans .began in baby-
hood, and it produced the most intre-
pid people of ancient times. If the boy
holds the father at a distance (as a
father said to me), it is on the father’s
own measurements; and if he turns to
the mother with the 'confidence and
affection denied the father, it is because
he has seen in her look and action the
self-sacrificing love she bore him, even
if her sense of justice has caused her to
rebuke him with severity. The family
skeleton is often the alienated relations
of father and son, relations that bear
sorrowful traces on the faces of mothers,
and desolate otherwise cheerful homes.
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fathers. realize that weariness of body
detracts much from the genial part
of their natures, but the son, with his
strong young nature, knows nothing of
this. It would seem easy for the father
to look back and make fitting allowance.
M. Quad tells us: “The son is about
what the father was at his age, and if
the father would take as much interest
in learning the nature of his sons as in
the colt he is breaking, much trouble
would be avoided.”

A boy is amenable to reason. Power"
makes autocrats of us all and nowhere
do we see a greater display of it than in
the father who lays down rules and laws
without fitting explanation. We listen
to the cry of old age, and it is ever of
the ingratitude of children. It is in
the nature of things to love that which
is lovable, honor that which is honor-
able, respect that which is respectable;
and that parent who has had for his
motto, Justice tempered wfth loving
tolerance, need have no fears that the
sting of ingratitude will imbitter his
closing years. A few favors, privileges
generously, lovingly granted,are better
investments for a boy that all your ac-
cumulations of years after he has be.
come hardened and sordid towards you.
If the boy hates the farm and leaves it.
it is because he has always heard it de—
preciated, it’s labors called drudgery,
heard other vocations lauded,industries
that have :annoyances and vexations of
which we know nothing. Living so
near the very heart of nature,whv have
we parents grown so hard, so sordid, so
craving? To be the sole owners of a
few acres of God’s green earth is better
than to wear a crown, and we may, if
we will, so live these rural lives as to
transmit blessings instead of calamities,
so live them as to be pointed out as
G id's most favored people.

Geo. W. Hubbard. of Flint, respond-
ed hy saying: Mrs. Swift’s paper
furnishes a creed for families, and re-
lated, as apropos- to t is discussion of
the sterner sex a little anecdote. Re.-
marking at his family table on the he
cessily of economy at the present prices
of pork and eggs, he expressed himself
as wishing, if he were to be changed in-
to an animal, he could be just now eith-
er a hog or a hen. “My dear,” replied
Mr.Hubbard’s better half, “you already
have half your wish and are not a hen.”
The boy’s life is a drama in four acts:
Bibyhood, “teenhood,” manhood and
age. The hrst act is one in which the
Wife plays the star part, the father sees
results and pays the bills. Build your
boy before ten years of age. If you have
thrown around him the armor of love,
and wisely formed his character from
day to day, a satisfactory structure,
able to stand the storms of life,
should be the result. In teenhood
the real business of life has just
begun. "I‘is said “Like father, like
son,” but inherited characteristics may
manifest themselves. Let the father
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Strive to be in sympathy with your boy,
to better understand him. Bovs must
possess the faculty of work and all pos-
ei bilities lie open to them. The broom
'boys and lamp-cleaners of twenty-five
years ago are the prosperous business
men of to-day. Tell the truth and im-
press on your boy the value of honesty.
Put up the danger signals for him from
your own past experience. Hold him by
love. Take him t) large cities and show
him different phases of life, good and
evil. Boys of good character are always
in demand. Capital is asking for invest-
ment. Advise boys to treat capital as
a sweet-heart. Said nothing about
mothers, as every family has a good
mother.

Congressman-elect Aitkin being call-
ed for said a man’s life is forméd in his
boyhood. Spcak appreciative words to
the boy and teach him to have an object
in life.

 

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WE T‘WO~A REVERIE.

We own neither houses or lots. No
bank-book reveals the balance to be
drawn; and what we have comes by the
.sweat of our bro as.

No dainty viands are spread upon our
table—and yet we live in a grander
state than many possessing millions.
We have no liveried lackeys, for we do
not ride; we are too poor to afford such

.a. luxury.
No piano or guitar break into music

2 at touch of loving hands, yet-—

' '"Our lives are as psalms. and our foreheads wear
‘A calm. like the pen] of beautiful hymns."

’W e do not envy those around us who
'have wealth; their lives seem to be full
of anxiety,each day bringing new trials;
love seems to be. crowded out in their
eagerness to grasp another coin, and
each one pressed closer when ban k-stock
lowers.

All our days are not sunshine. Often

' ‘the sky is cloudy, and some dark days

libring rain drops, still beyond all dark-

ened days we can discern a luminous
margin that deepens into surrounding
brightness.

Old Time pours into our lives an elixir
and home abounds with happiness and
more treasures than Croesus ever saw.

Our wardrobe does not contain silk
or broadcloth; no tailor plies his needle
on our homely garments, yet a certain
luster shines about a clean gingham
sun-bonnet and a genuine homespun
garment.

While walking down the street, we
are bowed to from the other side;people
pass us who seemingly cast a look of
scorn at our out-cf style appearance,
wrapping their skirts closer around
their forms, in order to give us plenty
of room. Perhaps they think we are
lonely! Far from it—they do not see
what “beautiful throngs of angels we
have for company.” They do not know
but that “we two,” in days that are
past, lived in luxury. and our earthly
possessions were cancelled in a moment;
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folded ‘in a napkin,‘ the rough hand of
adversity shook out.” They may be
robbed of their rich domains, and title
and happiness be trampled under their
feet; should they pause in their splen-
dor to consider such a question, I dare
say they would have more charity for
such as “ we two,” and like the dew
from heaven which falls gently on the
drooping flower, refreshing and reviv-
ing it, so they would seek to heal the
wounds inflicted by misfortune. ' And if
the storms of adversity should whistle
around them, we pray they will whistle
as bravely as “we two ” and perhaps
the two whistles may make melody.
M'r. CLEMENS. LITTLE NtN.

FLOWER N OTES.

 

I have in my mind a most desirable
plant which although well-known is not
generally included in home collections.
I refer to the Lemon verbena (Aloysa
citradosa). I presume a description
would be superfluous, but if every one
who has plants will start a lemon'ver-
bena, the most satisfactory method be-
ing to buy one, I am positive they will
after a time never be without one, as it
exhalesnthe mos t delightfully refreshing
odor,soothing to the nerves as all lemon
scents are wont to be and is really a
nerve stimulant. The Spanish, French
and Mexican women use their lemon
teas, l have read, as we do our cup
from the Chinese herb “that cheers
but not inebriates.” The lemon ver-
bena is quite hardy and may be kept in
a cellar through winter if more con-
venient, be set in the border in summer,
and we may use the steeped leaves if
needed or inhale the perfume as re-
medy for headaches.sleeplessness,faiut-
uses, or even neuralgia,for I know such
odors are a heavenly balm to tortured
nerves. No plant is such a source of
remedial sweetness as lemon verbena.

I always winter feverfew in the gar-
den with a little light mulch—not so
much as to hold me and snow, as that is
worse than none.

The “Marvel of Peru” is the Four
o’Clock and old as the hills, but seldom
seen cultivated to best perfection, as it
will not survive our winters out of doors;
but its tubers if stored in a frost-proof
cellar as we do dahlias will give more
and better flowers year after. year. I
have heard of their being planted in
tubs and wintered in them,allowing the
soil to dry and remain so through win~
ter.

While visiting a friend a short time
ago my attention was called to a sickly
rose bush, dying from a cause of which
the owner was entirely ignorant. One

glance told the trouble—a perfect
lattice-work of almost invisible- web
enveloped limbs,leaves and stems,where
the tiniest of spiders were traveling in
and out by dozens; and as the pot stood
in the sunshine they were wide awake.
All who possess roses, fuchsias and any
plants with fading foliage should look
out for spiders and scale at this season.
Euros. [13.3. M. A. FULLER.

 

CHAT.

MRS. .l. L. D, of Grand Blanc, says
she has often felt she would like to be
counted among the HOUSEHOLD con-
tributors, and now comesto express her
sympathy for Bonnie Scotland in her
trouble and sorrow. She says:

“ I too have passed through the same
grief within the past year. I had to
part with a dear mother and lay her to
rest. I hope that your mother may be
spared to you, but if God in his wisdom
thinks best to call her home, there is
no word I can say that will assuage
your grief; thers is only One who can
comfort you, ‘He who doeth all things
well.’ I know full well the many heart-
aches, and hours of sorrow; life seemed
a blank to me, and I could hardly pick
up the thread and go on, notwithstand~
ing the kind friends who tried to cheer
and comfort me. There is no friend
like a mother, we realize it all the more
after she is taken from us.”

 

DEWDROP comes also with a gentle
reminder that not always are we free
from selfishness in the love that would
keep our dear ones with us, though
they are suffering the pains of disease.
She says:

"Bonnie Scotland wonders if any one
remembers her. Yes, I remember her
quite well and can sympathize with her
in her sorrow as I am personally ac~
quainted. Her mother has lain on a
bed of languishing and misery for over
four months, suffering the untold pain
of three cancers; the physician said
months ago there was no help. Can
you, Bonnie Scotland, wish your moth~
er to stay here and see her suffer so?
Take your trouble to our heavenly
Father and ask him to take her from
this world of care and sorrow. She has
been spared to see her family of eleven
children grow up into manhood and
womanhood. The father needs our
sympathy; they have lived together
many years, clung together together in
poverty and plenty and lived to a good
old age. How he will miss the loved
companion through so many years!
But let us hope to meet them both

‘lu Heaven above
Where all is love
There‘il be no sorrow there.’ "

 

Contributed Recipes.

 

LEMON Pm.—First, make a rich paste and
bake it in a deep pie-tin. Dissolve one heap-
ing tablespoonful of cornstarch in a little
cold water and pour on 1% teacups of boil—
ing water; stir‘unlil smooth; add a piece of
butter the size of an egg; one cup sugar; the
beaten yolks of three eggs, and the juice and
grated rind of one lemon. Pour this into
the shell that has been previously baked and
return to the oven and bake. When cold
spread over the top two-thirds of a cup of
thick sweet cream whipped, sweetened and
flavored, and then sprinkle on fresh grated
cccoannt. MAUD MULLER.

 

UOCOANUT CAKE—F0! the cake, use any
good recipe for layer cake, either white or
yellow. Filling: Stir smooth one heaping
tablespoonful of flour in a little cold water;
add boiling water, stirring constantly, till
it is as thic s as you want it to spread on the
cake. then set over hot water to cook. Add

one cup sugar, 3 piece of butter half the size

of an egg, 9. little salt. half cup dessicated

cocoanut. or more if desired. Spread this

between the layers, frost the top. and sprinkle

thickly with cocoanut. V. I. M.
BATTLE Canal.