DETROIT, JULY 22, 1893.

 

 

THE. HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

BRAD 0W8.

 

BY [LY EVA MANN.

 

We love to sit in the twilight.
:’ - The hour when the shadows come.
And gaze from the western window
Upon the setting sun.

The tints of gold and silver.
Of purple and primrose hue.

Are there in glorious splendor.
As painted byangels. too.

We watch the delicate tracery
And see the shadows come.
They fall o‘er dale and hillside
And any the day is done.
But there are other shadows.

Shadows of want and care.
Shadows of disapointment.
Shadows we cannot hear.

Shadows brighten the sunshine.
As the rain and dew the‘flowers;
he beautiful silver lining
Is worth the cloud of an hour.

Shadows delight the children.
As they play upon the wall.
Shadows of rabbits and faces.
Shadows of great and small.

The picture without the shadows
Would not be half so fair.

And a life that is all sunshine
Can never be half so rare.

The wind and ocean billow
Make sailors brave and true;
80 may earth’s deepest shadows

Purify and strengthen you.

There is One above who tells us.
That shadows shall flee away.

And all may be glad and joyful
On the Resurrection Day.

He alone can help us
And lead us safely home

To the land where there are no shadows
And where We ne’er shall roam.

‘ Conceal). .
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IN BEHALF OF MY GRANDMOTHER.

When the God of Israel provided His
chosen people the Jews with a scape-
goat On which should be laid the burden
of their transgressions, He oflicially
recognized a strong trait in human nat-
ure—the tendency to excuse individual
sins and shortcomings by making some
one else more or less responsible. Adam
began it by his famous reference to Eve
in the first law-suit on record, and ever
since mankind has sought to condone its
faults by charging them upon “the other
fellow.” One of Nast’s happiest hits il-
lustrates this foible. The cartoon rep-
resents the members of the infamous
“Tweed ring” standing in a circle, each
men’s thumb pointing over his shoulder

at his neighbor, in answer to the in-
quiry, “Who stole the people’s money?”
It was “the other fellow,” of course!

I am afraid Sister Gracious wants to
make our grandmothers scapegoats for
their degenerate daughters. At least
she hints their hard labor and prone-
ness to the “vice of neatness” was not
commendable, the results a legacy of
weakness and disease to their children.
I know that opinion is a. popular one;
and that we think of the ever—flying
shuttle of the loom that was as much a
part of the house furniture as the piano
is at present, and of their spotless floors
and burnished pewter as evidences of
their unflagging indust ‘y. Lacking
modern conveniences, and much that
makes existence pleasant to us, we are
apt to think they must have lived dread-
fully hard, barren, monotonous lives;
yet I believe that, each in her respec-
tive station. they led as useful, happy,
and with all the rest, much more easy
and tranquil lives than do the women
of the present period.

True. our grandmothers spun and
wove for their households, but they
didn’t think they must have

“Dresses to sit in: to stand in. to talk in;
Dresses to dance in, to ride in. to walk in."

A silk gown was a life’s achievement;
an ostrich feather an heirloom. Their
housekeeping was a. marvel of simplicity
beside that of the present day. Com-
pare, for instance, the dinner table of
1893 and its equipment of food to be
cooked and dishes to be washed, with
the 1793 table at which the diner ate
fish, flesh or fowl with vegetables and
everything else from one plate, and had
his pic placed upon the space his ap-
petite had cleared. Who in these times
would be satisfied with the plain New
England supper of mush and milk night
after night? I believe I would as soon
scrub a floor as sweep a moquette carpet
and look out that moths and carpet
beetles don’t wax fat upon it; and I am
sure I’d rather do it than beat a broom-
stick tattoo on half a dozen rugs.

I am a firm believer in the influence
of heredity. But I believe the fact that
women of the present era are nervous,
anxious of face and weary of eye and
tone, is due less to their grandmothers
than to the lives they are leading, now.
They are hurried and worried by the ins
cessant demands of the time upon them.

 

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know everything that any one else is
and does and knows. The very abund-
ance that it is possible to possess and
enjoy makes them ridden to death by
the hobgoblin Care.

How often you hear the remark, “I’d"
go there or do that “if I had any one
to take care of things!” That’s it!
“flhings are in the saddle and ride man-
kind,” said Emerson. There are a myriad
matters the modern woman conceives
to be imperative claims upon her time
and nervous energy of which our fore-
mothers were blissfully ignorant; and
not content even yet we go on piling up
our pitiful baggage of cares—and blame
our grandmothers because human en-
durance isn’t equal to the load. But we
must keep “in the swim!”

Our granddaughters may have oc-
casion to make charges against us. We
make our children practice on the piano
three or four hours a day and pity the
little Derothys whose day’s stint was
twenty times round a stocking-top. We
think of homespun linen and coveriids,
and ruin our eyes over drawn work and
art embroidery. 'We say we haven’t
any digestions because 0" the boiled
dinners of our ancestors, and eat salads
for supper that would give an ostrich
the colic. Lady Washington‘s parties
were over and her ladyship in short-
gown and night can by eleven; now-a-
days we begin to dress at nine.

What we know of our grandmothers
usually inepireskus with respect for their
courage, their integrity, their Christian
virtues and true womanliness. They
had good sound common sense and
plenty of executive ability. If they were
narrow of mind and rigid in creed, they
only “lived up to their lights." They
gave us some grand men and noble wo-
men; and their pictures show them to
have been placid and serene of face,as if
at peace with themselves and the world.
Not the type of the “ox—eyed Juno,” but
marked with character and firmness.
Who hasn’t longed to inject a little of
their moral backbone into some of their
descendents! But possibly they had so
many children the moral perpendicu-
larity wasn’t sufficient to go round.

I too have some bits of old linen mark-
ed with a thread of‘ dark hair in old
fashioned cz ass-stitch, and antedat-
ing the century; relics of a trousseau
homespun among Scotch heather. The
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sons, every one six feet in stature, and
two daughters, and all but one little
daughter—the bud born in the new
world-grew to man and womanhood,
honest. honorable, hard-working and
God-fearing. Her life’s real heroism
lay in her wifely duty and devotion to
the hot-tempered. proud and inflexible
old Scotchman she called husband,
whose quick temper and stubborn -will
are characteristics of his grandchildren
and great-great-grandchildren to this
day. Men of today may be degenerate,
but I fancy they are a good deal more
comfortable to live with than the
martinets of a past century.

It is told of this old Scotch gentleman
that his oldest son after marriage
brought his wife and little son to the
old homestead for a visit. The child
became a great favorite, and one day
when the mother was punishing him
for some delinquency the old gentle-
man, thowughly incensed, grasped his
stick and snaking it threateningly, ex-
claimed: " How dare you, mad am.strike
my son’s child?” England was equal to
the emergency and made proud answer
to Scotland: "Sir, I’d have you under-
stand he’s my son, too!” And the tale
of the youngster’s stripes was not dimin-
ished through the grandparent’s inter-
ference.

No, we certainly would not change
places with our grandmothers. Our
lives are too rich in privileges and bless-
ings. But we will not blame them for
shortcomings that should lie nearer
our own doors—at least not until we
take note of the burdens we crowd upon
our own shoulders, our bondage to a
thousand non-essentials we have not the
courage to discard. It is not what our
grandmothers did or didn’t do but what
we ourselves are doing that most con-
cerns us. BEATRIX.

 

AN ARGUMENT WITH ERNESTINE.

In a recent HOUSEHOLD Ernestine
puts in her plea for pure alcohol. I
hope some abler pen than mine may be
lifted to answer, yet the spirit bids me
speak and I cannot keep silent. She
tells us that the “prevailing idea among
temperance advocates is, that alcohol is
a poison,” while she maintains that it is
not, but rather a strong stimulant. The
fact is. that “one hundred years ago
alcohol was always spoken of as a strong
stimulant, but modern experiment and
investigation has challenged that de-
finition and it is now classified as a nar-
cotic poison.” Now this, is not alone
the declaration of “radical prohibition-
ists,” but educated men, standing as
high as Dr.‘ Crosby whom she quotes
(wonder if he is the Rev. Dr. Howard
Crosby who advocated wine drinking)
tell us this.

The Legislators of Michigan and of
nearly every State and territory have
passed a law that this truth shall be
taught the children in all our common
schools, and any teacher. who fails to
do this is amenable to law. I would

 

like to refer Ernestine and all others
who, like her,think there is no harm in
pure alcohol to Steel’s Physiology, of
the Pathfinder Series No. 3., a book
endorsed by Prof. Estabrook, who
was long Superintendent of Public In-
struction for Michigan. I would like
to have her read carefully and candidly,
what that book tells us about alcohol,
but for fear that she and others may
not, please let me quote a little:

“Careful experiments sho N that two
ounces of alcohol, an amount contained
in the daily potatious of a very mode-
rate whisky drinker.increase the heart-
beats six thousand in 24 hours. a degree
of work represented by that of lifting
up a weight of seven tons to a height of
one foot; or in other words the heart is
driven to do extra work equivalent to
lifting seven ounces, one foot high, one
thousand four hundred and thirtyothree
times each hour. No wonder a reaction
comes after the earliest effects of in-
dulgence have passed away. During this
time of excitement, the machinery of
life has really been running down. it
is hard work. says Dr. Richardson, to
fight against alcohol: harder than row-
ing, walking, wrestling, coal heaving,
or the tread mill itself.

“During the first flush after taking alv
cohol a sense of warmth is felt, due to
the tides of warm blood sent to the sur-
face of the body, owing to the vascular
enlargement and to the rapid pumping
of the heart, but no fresh heat is de-
veloped; on the contrary. the bringing
the blood to the surface,causes it to cool
faster, reaction sets in, a chilllness is
experienced as one becomes sober, and
a delicate thermometer, placed under
the tongue of. an inebriate, may show a
fall of even two degrees below the
standard temperature of the body.”

Ernestine says alcohol is the life or
force principle of the grain. The Lon-
don Lancet says: Alcohol has been well
termed the Genius of Degeneration. If
we pour a small quantity of it on agrow-
ing plant in our garden, we shall soon
see it shrivel and die. If we apply it to
insects or reptiles, the same potent
poison will secure for them a speedy
death. It creates a progressive appetite
for itself, a craving demand arises for
an increased amount to produce the
original effect. The common experience
of mankind teaches us the imminent
peril that attends the formation of this
appetite.” A single glass taken as a
tonic, may lead to a drunkard’s grave.

Ernestine thinks our W. C. T. U.
workers ought to labor against adulte—
ration and work for pure alcohol; as well
might the Christian pray for a pure
devil, it would be just as consistent.

The law of heredity is, in this connec-
tion, well worth considering. Frances
Galton says the world is beginning to
perceive that the life of each individual
is, in some real sense, a continuation of
the lives of his ancestors! “The dis-
tressing aspect of the heredity of alco—
hol,” says Dr. Norman Kerr. “is the
transmitted drink crave. Men and wo-
men upon whom this dread inheritance
has been forced are everywhere around
us, bravely struggling to lead a better
life,” and shall we have no pity, no
sympathy for such?

I say yes. Then there may be those

 

who were so unfortunate as to have. -'
parents who claim there is no harm in‘ ‘
pure alcohol, in dainty wine sauce, .
brandied peaches, or innocent home
made cider, ignorant that in whatever ‘
form it may appear it is the same dan-
gerous enemy. Shall we pity such
children if they fall? Yes, by all means,
but what can we say of the parents?

May God in His infinite wisdom awa- -
ken every member of our HOUSEHOLD .
to see that there is danger in alcohol,

no matter where it may be found.

“For until we crush it. this monster sin

0f intemperanee will bring to us woe and alarm
Though by devious paths it_1ts way will wm.
There is no one secure from its deadly harm.”

“Marmoon.” ALICE.

 

BETWEEN MAN AND WOMAN.

Having no disposition to become a
champion for or against woman’s suf-
frage, with the permission of the
HOUSEHOLD I would like neverthe-
less to give your readers some thoughts
suggested by “M. E. H’s Views,” along
lines which seem to me to have been
overlooked,or accorded too little weight
in the discussion of this important ques-
tion.

The right, the cold hard factor of
justice in the question of woman’s vot-
ing because of her equality with man,as
also her right to do anything, pursue
any occupation within her capabilities
without limitation on the ground of her
being a woman,and with equal remuner—
ation for equally efiicient work, I at
once concede without any reservatiou
whatever.

The intellectual equality of woman-
kind has been too often demonstrated

- in all ages to admit of any question in

that particular. In the higher. more
refined elements of the mind and heart,
in those qualities which tend towards,
and form the basis of the highest civi-
lization, in the faculty of inspiration,
in lofty ideals, in the earnest reaching
out for better development which stimu-
lates progress, there is no equality—
womankind per se is infinitely superior.

In the divine order of nature, man’s
make up adapting him to almost any
physical requirement and leaving him
free at all times to perform the labor
incidental to his maintenance, it very
naturally and properly follows that in
the duty of perpetuation and support-
ing the race the coarser and heavier
requirements should fall to his lot. The
efficient fulfilling of these req uirements,
the struggle for the wherewithall to
feed and clothe those dependent upon
him, tends to selfishness and all its con-
comitant evils; which tendency if not
counteracted would carry the race to
the “demnition bow-wows.”

0n the other hand the lot of woman,
her share in the perpetuation of the
race,is in the very nature of its require-
ment a renunciation of self. It fosters
and creates opportunity for the growth
of the higher element, the spiritual, ’in
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that is right, that is her due and (in the
highest and best interests of mankind)
is man’s greatest privilege to enjoy and
cultivate."

In the balancing of influences that
mould the race it is in the divine order
of things that the tendency to sordid
a nd mercenary motions engendered by
and in. a measure incidental to man’s
struggle for existence should be counter-
racted by the holier, higher influences
of woman’s abnegation of self in the re-
q uirements of wifehood and mother-
h cod; and in its reflex forces his atten-
tion away from self, induces thought
and regard for others, which in its
g reatest breadth includes all mankind.

While the obligation is mutual and
t he hereditary influence of the father
and mother are equal, it would seem
that because of pro-natal influences
which may be exerted, and the constant
care of and attention to their offspring
required of the mother during the more
plastic years of its life places a larger
responsibility upon her: and if for any
reason the higher qualities of her being,
the finer susceptibilities of her nature
are weakened. by just so much is the
equipoise of transmitted influences dis-
turbed and the race suffers because of
the ascendancy of the grosser, the sel-
fish, element.

The great men whose influence has
been potential for good,from,the earliest
times to the present, demonstrate how
well women have met this resp0nsibil-
ity and show how far away and above
man, woman is in those qualities of
mind and heart which tend towards the
elevation of mankind. Could there as
ahigher destiny for awoman than to
bear a Luther, a Washington, a Lin-
coln, and a Gladstone? Would any de-
velopment of body, any culture of mind
and heart he too dearly purchased, any
sacrifice of time and thought, or self, be
too great to become a worthy mother
of such influences for the betterment
of the world?

If opening all the avenues and oppor-
tunities for employment to women tends
to produce such mothers (we cannot
have great men without great mothers;
whether the world herald the mother’s
name or not she is there just the same).
if the privilege of voting and the exer-
cise of that ’privilege will foster the
womanly character necessary to modify
and ameliorate the influences of man’s
grossness and selfishness, by all means
have them vote. encourage them to do
anything, to have anything on earth
that will help its accomplishment.

It seems to me that being equally in-
terested there should he no conflict; no
arraying of one sex against the other.
It should he the aim of both to promote
on divine lines mankind’s highest and
best deve10pment. Neither can stand
alone; and thanks to anIall-wise Provid-
ence the greater influence, the higher

' responsibility rests with womankind.
And it should he the proud purpose of
every woman, recognizing in its broad-

 

est, highestv nse and fully realizing
her God-giv , 'esponsibility—to so fit

herself mind and body that if in the
divine order she is called to do so the
world may be the better for her having
brought into it and transmitted a hered-
itary influence. Having this aim can-
stantly before her, with a divine con-
ciousness of and pride in her influence
and responsibility, it will not matter
where her lines may be cast, whether
they lead to the ballot-box, whether she
is to elbow and jostle her weary way
alone among the toilers and struggles
for daily bread, or as awife and mother
live alife of ennobling self sacrifice;
her influence will always be for good
and all with whom she is brought in
contact will bless God for a noble wo-
man.

To illustrate my point and at the same
time notice the comparison M. E. H.
makes between the young men of her
acquaintance, those who marry and
those who do not, I would like to know
if in any way, and if so how far, the
feeling that it is better for a woman to
“choose a business that will make her
independent of any one”—bow far the
agitation of woman’s sufirage and her
right to seek employment in any lineof
business—how far the looking beyond
the sphere of her greatest and sublimest
influence to find a career for herself—-
how far the desire to escape them, and
the growing sentiment that the sacrifices
incidentto wifehcod and motherhood
are too great to be borne—how far are
these things responsible? To what ex-
tent may the woman’s counter-influ-
ence to man’s selfishness have been
weakened (say, in those men who pre-
fer a “good cigar,” a “glass of beer,”
the “opera” and “clothes”), and con-
tributed to form characters of sordid
selfishness that won’t admit f the
sacrifices necessary to rear a home, and
refuses to find in the love of wives and
children their own greatest happiness
and highest good? GEORGE.

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A TRIBUTE TO OUR FARMERESSUI

 

I was pleased to read the account
given of Sally Waters, and think she is
a jewel of the first water, in fact one of
those earthly angels whom men rave
over, but perhaps a little too practical
to suit those manly souls who delight to
see women more in the line of depend-
ence than otherwise. I am afraid we
will ultimately lose sight of our light
hearted farmeress, for some farsighted
masculine will realize what a happy
home such a stirring little body would
make and she will be gone from among
us only to appear in the sole of consoler
and general adviser. She will be like
Margaret in Wolcott Balestier’s novel
in the Century, when her husband re-
marked: “I occasionally used to think
that you actually feared a future in
which you wouldn’t be allowed to take
care of yourself.”

And she replies: “Yes, I know. It

was so. And now I like to be taken
care of.”

Though the life Sally Waters is lead-
ing may seem right, she will enjoy be-
ing dependent and will be amply pre-
pared to administer wholesome advice
which the man will gladly take from
such an experienced person. After she
has battled with numerous annoyances
what a relief it will be to have “a man
around seeing to things.” If he rolls
the water fixing the pump and drops
the spout down the well, she can remark
that she never let such trifies triumph
over her, especially if he seems to be a
little put out about the matter. When
the yard needs mowing she can take
her easy chair out on the veranda while
mending overalls or his streaked shirt,
and see him wield the scythe in his
manly fashion, and when he remarks
that the grass is almost too tough to
cut and the scythe won’t hold an edge,
tell him “not to waste his time and
strength warring against the unavoid-
able.” When he says the pesky chick-
ens are scratching into everything,
she can tell him she never saw the time
yet when he left fried chicken on his
plate.

If one of the work horses should sprain
its ankle she can magnanimously tender
him the use of hers,and I fancy him ad-
dressing her in this fashion: “Sally.
you are the most self-sacrificing mortal
I ever saw! I know you wanted Kit to
go to sewing sewing society this after-
noon, but as it is business before plea-
sure I supoose I shall have to take her.
The next time you ask me to- go to
church I shall» shave. put on my wed-
ding suit and go. It doesn’t look just
right to always see the women going
alone. if ever a man needs to put his
trust in the Almighty, itis during hay-
ing and harvest, I tell you. However
I’m no great meeting hand myself, and
don’t fall in with ministers in general.
I think they should earn their living by
the sweat of their brow just like the.
rest of us. But. little wife, as long as
Christianity makes you the woman you
are and you make me the better man, I
shall never say another word. Religion
is the best armor in the world, but the
worst cloak; and when churches are rife
with contention it is indeed the devil’s
harvest. I have never had trouble but
what you were ready to soothe and ad-
minister to me. if you were near me.”

When it comesto the incidental anxie-
ties on the farm, Sally says: “Don’t
worry!” I have passed through similar
experiences. It is a dear school, but
humanity in general will learn in no
other. To most persons it is like the
lights of a ship, which only lighten the
pathway it has passed.

"Sail forth into the sea of life.

0 gentle. loving. trusting wife.
And safe from all adversity

Upon the bosom of that sea

'lhy comings and thy goings be.”

May you, oh independent little we-
man! surmount all obstacles. May I
think of you in th e possession ofa happy
home in the time which is coming,with
One who loves and respects the little
woman who dared to be independent.

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If I were to give the members of the
HOUSEHOLD a motto to take through
life, one that would stand for a warning
and counsel in any strait in which you
might find yourselves, I would give it
in this one word, “Now.”

Don’t waste your time, and your
strength, and your opportunities, by
always meaning to do something. D3

‘ it!

Only weakness comes of indecision.
Why some peOple have so accustomed
themselves to this way of dawdling
along from one thing to another, that
it really seems impossible for them to
squarely make up their minds to any-
thing. Tney never quite know what
they mean to do next; their only pleas-

~ ure seems to consist in putting things

off as long as possible, and then drag-
ging slowly through them, rather than
begin anything else.

Don’t live a single hour of your: life
without doing exactly what is to be doue
in it, and going straight through it
from beginning to end. Work, play,
study, whatever it is take hold at once
and finish it up squarely and cleanly;
and then do the next thing without let-
ting any moments drop out between. It
is wonderful to see how many hours
these prompt people contrive to make

' of aday; it’s as if they picked up the

moments that the dawdlers lost. And
if you ever find yourselves w here you
have so many things pressing that you
hardly know how to begin, let me tell
you a secret; take hold of the very first
one that comes to hand, and you will
find the rest fall into file and follow
after like a company of well drilled
soldiers; and though work may be hard
to meet when it charges in asquad, it is
easily vanquished when brought into
line.

You may have seen the anecdote of
the man who was asked how he ac-
complished so much in life. “\Iy fath-
er taught me,” was the reply, “when I
had anything to do to go and do it”
There is the secret—the magic word
“Now.”

I have chosen for my “pen name”
PLAINWELL. Z. E. R. 0.

W

CHAT.

 

“BURDOCK.” who cannot possibly be
half as troublesome in the HOUSEHOLD
as her namesake is in the garden,comes
for a call, and says: ”fig 77 :53.

“I have been thinking some little
time that there never was a rden
without a weed, so have concl ed to
spring up in the HOUSEHOLD and en-
joy its pleasant surroundings. Who
can tell how long my life will be—how
negligent our good gardener will prove?
If I live as long as the thrifty burdock
under the grape vine in our garden has
lived, I shall not have written'in vain.

' “I have been enjoying the contents of
our little paper all the year and it has
proved quite a help to me. Although I
am an old housekeeper, I am yet a new
one, for I have recently left the school-
room after five years’ work in that

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sphere. One by one h amily ties
been sadly broken until my broth-

er and self remain at the ar old home
to assume the cares of life. Few and
selfish those cares seem after having
had charge of so many, yet my health
was breaking under the strain. So the
noble thoughts contained in the HOUSE
HOLD cheer many an otherwise lonely
hour. -

“Back to myself again. ~I lift up my
head and see all nature lovely. The
loaded branches of the cherry trees and
berry bushes keep nodding a “how do
you do” and the birds are warbling as
though they found some pleasure in
life. The click of the mower is heard
in the distance, and I feel glad the ma-
chine does not come this way for I am
sure there is a better use for me than
making hay of your ugly Burdock.”

 

CLARA BELLE, of Marshall, illus-
trates the virtues of patience and wait-
ing—that kind of warfare which the
Zulus call “fighting the fight of sit
down,” in the following paragraphs:

“The hardest thing in all this world
to do is to simply wait. Almost any of
us could better bear many ills to-day
than the thought of those that may
come to-morrow; but if any blessing
gleams in the future—how we want to
hugry the days along!

‘ We plant the tiny seeds and expect
the fragrant, beautiful flowers to bless
and cheer us by and bye; but every day
we take a walk around the flower beds
to see if they have not pushed their
way upward enough that we may see
them. One girl of my acquaintance
goes so far as to dig up her seeds to see
if they have sprouted yet.

“Mortals are all naturally impatient;
not, i inlan, in auegree to make them-
selves or any one else miserable by their
impatience, but they are always looking
forward to some golden time coming,
and too often letting little blessings of
to-day slip unneeded by, when they
might find much in them worthy of en-
joyment. For nearly every blessing in
the world we have to wait, or more
truthfully it may be said, perhaps, that
we are always desiring most those treas-
ures that we cannot reach, and so are
obliged, if we enjoy them at all, to wait
for them.

“Youth longs for manhood, manhood
for a myriad of goals; there are as many
ambitions as there are ambitious men;
and old age longs for the eternal rest.
All these shall come ‘after many days.’

“Our lives are full of incomplete
things. Often the treasure that the
heart loves most fondly is a treasure in-
complete. And it is not all wrongto
be always looking ahead; neither is it
all right to neglect to notice the little
sunshiny gleams of pleasure to-day. In
looking ahead we learn to labor and
strive, and in waiting we may acquire
patience to wait. Some poor souls
seem to be always waiting and their
prize never comes, not .aven ‘after many
days.’

“Sometimes we honestly strive for
some goal and then direct all our efforts
toward some greater prize, forgetting
about the first, but our efforts are never
lost. Nearly every one of us has re
ceived something in our life which was
deserved for some strug gle made,though
we may not remember the efforts. Bad
as well as good comes always back to us,
for nothing in the world is ever lost.
Every deed and word and thought brings
up happiness or misery or some re-
compense ‘after many days.’ ”

 

CASSANDRA, of St. Johns, entertains

 

a different opinion relative to the mafia

 

 

 

 

of alcohol from that held by Ernestine,
which she embodies below':

“I do not wish to dispute Ernestine,
but infer she does not believe alcohol
to be a poison, as she says ‘There are
no symptoms like the efiects of poisons,’
etc. What is a poison? It has been dos
fined to be ‘any thing whose natural
action is capable of producing a morbid,
noxious and dangerous efiect upon the
organization of anything endowed with
life,’ and eminent authorities in de-
partments of science—in every country
——agree in classing alcohol, chloral,
opium and tobacco as narcotic cerebral
poisons.

“From good authority we learn that
in twenty-four hours, one ounce of pure
alcohol will cause the heart to make
about four thousand more beats than it
naturally should make. Truly then it
accelerates the action of the heart
and as a result ‘increases amount of
heat’ by forcing volumes of blood
through the paralyzed vessels. Tests
made with thermometers show that
the first flush caused by alcohol raises
the temperature about one half degree,
but that it soon sinks two or three de-
grees below 98—the natural warmth.
Let us not lead any to believe that alco-
hol is not a poison. I truly believe it is
as much that as is arsenic, though ‘slow
but sure.’

“We have laws compelling our teach-
ers to teach the efiectsof alcohol,and that
it is a poison, and I wish every child
might be led to believe it and ‘touch
not, taste not, handle not.’

“However, I know the remarks about
adulteration to be true and hope the
day is not far distant when every ine-
briate will Div punished (if not in ac-
cordance with Ernestine’s views) in such
a manner that intemperance may be
lessened."

-._..- ...,.__._.

WE have just learned that the E. E.
Fuller who was so injured at Forest
Hill on July 4 that he died a few hours
later, was the youngest son of Mrs. M.
A. Fuller, of Fenton, so well known to
all HOUSEHOLD readers. Mr. Fuller
was brakeman on the T. & A. A. rail-
road, and fell from his train while hand-
ling the brakes. A special train took
his wife to Alma in time for a parting
word before death separated them. The
sympathy of the HOUSEHOLD is extend-
ed to the bereaved mother, in whom we
all feel a personal interest.

 

tontributed Recipes.

 

FEATHER Own—One egg; one teaspoon- .

ful of vanilla; one tablespoonful of butter;
one cup granulated sugar; half 'cup sweet
milk; one and a half cups sifted flour: one
teaspoonfnl of baking powder. sifted with
flour. Bake in a square pie tin.

GRAHAM CAKE. —One cup brown sugar;
one cup sour milk; one cup seeded raisins;
four tablespoonfuls butter; one teaspoontul
soda dissolved in the milk. Nutmeg, cloves .
and spice to suit taste. This also makes a
fine steamed pu iding, served with any kind
of pudding sauce. Steam two and one-half
hours. Z. E. R. O.

 

 

Spronn Couture—To ten pounds of our.
rants take five pounds of white sugar and one
pint of cider vinegar; 8. tablespoonful each
of cloves. cinnamon and allspice; _cook them
fifteen minutes; skim out the fruit; boil the
juice a few minutes longer and pour oyc
while hot. We find this excellent with
meats. Ros: Tnom

Luann.

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