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PATIENT WITH THE LIVING.
Sweet friend, when thou and l are gone
Beyond earth's weary labor,
When small shall be our need of grace
from comrade or from neighbor,
Passed all the strife, the toil, the care,
And done with all the sighing,
What tender ruth shall we have gained
Alas, by simply dying?

Then lips too chary of their praise
Will tell our merits over,

And eyes too swrft our faults to see
Shall no defect discover.

Then hands that would not lift a stone
Where stones were thick to cnmber
Our steep-hill path, will scatter flowers

Above our pillowed slumber

Sweet friend, perchance both thou and I,
Ere love is past forgiving,

Should take the earnest lesson home—
Be patient with the living;

To-day’s repressed rebuke may save
Our blinding tears to morrow;

Then patience—e’en when keenest edge
llay whet a nameless sorrow.

’Tis easy to be ger tle when
Death’s silence shames our clamor,
And easy to discern the best
Through memory’s mystic glamour;
But wise it were for thee and me,
Ere love is past forgiving,
To take the tender lesson home—-
Be patient with the living.

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HONEY MAKING FOR WOMEN.

 

The culture of small fruits afiords
scope for a woman’s energies in money—
making. The consumption of such pro-
ducts is annually increasing, keeping
pace with their abundance and cheapness.
The time will perhaps come when every
farmer will give a part of his attention to
providing palatable food for the family
table, instead of bending all his strength
to the pursuit of the “ almighty dollar ”
to be returned to him from fat stock and
grain crops. Until that time, seemingly as
remote as the millenium, people will go
without or buy their berries and garden
vegetables. We have glowing narratives
regarding the returns from small fruit
culture; it is a characteristic trait of
humanity to be willing to make much of
its successes and drop the mantle of obliv-
ion over its failures. But the business is,
after all, fairly remunerative, exception-
ally so under favorable circumstances.
The profits from smallplots of some fruit
especially adapted to the soil and locality,
towhich high culture could be given by
virtue of its small area, might not make
one rich, but would yet return a fair
equivalent for labor, which otherwise

trouble with us, as a sex, is that we want
big profits and smooth sailing; we think
because we work hard we ought to be
well paid; we get discouraged too easily.
There are few communities where too
much fruit is grown. Most of our large
growers ship directly to the large markets
and the home market is almost bare of fine
fruit. This is a woman’s opportunity. If
she sees and catches it she is a lucky wo
man. There is no fruit which responds so
generously to care and cultivation as the
currant, and what housekeeper does not
know it to be one of the most delicious of
fruits for jellies, jams and spiced fruit?
Yet where can the residents of our coun-
try villages buy a bushel of currants in
the open market? A dozen quince trees,
which might find plenty of room to grow
on the waste land around the barns and
out-buildings, would yielda little spend-
ing money which would come so easily
we would hardly realize its source.
Strawberries andraspberries require more
attention during the berry season, but
“ they pay.” Information as to varieties,
culture, etc., is to be gained from the
columns of the FARMER. Try your wings
in a short flight at first, till you see what
you can do, and then you may venture
more. An objection to fruit-raising will
be ofiered by some willing ones, who will
find themselves without means to market
the product, even if they were successful
in raising it. If several neighbors were
engaged in the business, a small boy
might be hired to deliver the fruit; or the
grocer’s wagon might call in the early
morning for the fruit gathered the pre-
vious afternoon. Where this is imprac-
ticable, might not one’s neighbors prove
consumers? One could afford to sell at
low prices where there was no expense in
marketing. “ Appetite grows by what it
feeds on;” to “to work up a market,” I
think I would be pressing in my invita-.
tions to tea, or send a little pail of berries
as an inducement for them to come again
with ducats in their pockets. In some
communities it might be thought "mean”
to take pay for a few quarts of berries, or
early peas, or Lima beans, but why? No
one applies epithets to the grocer because
he accepts a nickel for a bar of soap, nor
expects a merchant to give away spools of
thread because he has plenty of them.

But if the means of marketing berries
are not at hand, the ambitions woman can
put up her fruit in cans, make jellies,

goods are of good quality, uniform. and
to be obtained regularly at any givers
place, the rest is easy. Good things don"
go begging in this world. We buy milL
lions of cans of fruit and vegetables
yearly, the “tinned goods” of commerce.
Yet fruits put up in glass, outside a cam
ning factory, are better and safer. The
jellies of commerce are frauds, made of
geletine, glue, and kindred substances,
with “ fruit flavors ” composed purely of
chemicals. “ Cheap and nasty,” one can.
not help saying of them. A consignment
of nice quart cans, just as out up for
home consumption, of fresh fruit and»
sugar, instead of glucose and market re-
fuse, ought to sell well at remunerative
prices. A grocer will sell such fruit on
commission, or it may be placed
among one’s town friends. Once prove
the article yousell to be good and reliable.
and the demand will increase annually.
Alady in this crty has built up agood»
business in this line, putting up canned
and spiced fruits, jellies, marmalades,
jams, pickles, and preserves for ladies
who spend the fruit season out of town.
and yet wish their preserve closets well
lined. In this work, as in everything
else, it is “ no good” to get impatient and
give up, declaring the scheme a failure,
because success does not attend the first
effort. All such ideas must be “ worked-
up,” as men—merchants, lawyers, doc-

tors, breeders—“work up ” atrade. They
do not step at once into a full fledged and-
successful business; not “ by a large ma:

jor1ty.”

Florieulture is a branch of horticulture
which affords an opportunity for women.

Several ladles are doing quite a nice little
business in seeds and plants in this State,
among whom I may mention our well—
known correspondent. Mrs. M. A. Fuller,
of Fenton, whose courage and persistence
have earned her success.

Now that almost every home has its
window filled with plants, or its little bed
of blossoms in the garden,vthe demand is
better. Many—most, in fact—of our
seedsmen have their seeds grown for
them by others, people in the country,
sometimes a thousand miles away, who
take a single variety of flower or vegeta-
ble seed, and grow as large a quantity of.
seed as is desired, warranting it pure and
true to name. How well the business
pays I am not informed.

M. B. 0., of Hudson, suggested the.

 

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has given people to understand that her

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was by no means the most unprofitable
quarter acre on the farm. To the list she
gave might be added those sold by drug-
gists, as smartweed, pennyroyal, thor-
oughwort, wormwood, etc. These are
usually sold in small compressed packa-
ges, and the man who packs them would
be the best buyer, probably. Just at
present the seeds of figwort (Screphu-
taria nodosa) have a commercial value,
since it is avaluable honey plant, and
many beekeepers are sowing it for bee
pasturage. Patent medicine makers
sometimes hire the herbs and roots used
in their peculiar preparations grown for
,them. It is my private opinion, however,
that in the manufacture of these alleged
medicines, “a little goes a good ways,"
and the demand is not likely to be ex-
tensive. It might be mentioned that one
Michigan man sold $108 worth of sage
last year, and another raised 250 bushels
of pop-corn. Silk culture is receiving a
faint boom again by certain parties who
probably have an axe to grind; but I can
only say, as has been said before in these
columns, that it seems a more laborious
.and uncertain business than any I have
mentioned; and that the parties who have
.,eggs to sell at $5 per ounce, and the propa-
gators of Russian mulberry trees, are the
ones who make money, rather than those
.who toil hard to raise the cocoons, for
,which they can find no market.

We will be glad to have these few hints
on a subject of so much interest to many
of our readers, supplemented by any
suggestions from others who are inform-
;ed of ways in which women may earn

money. BEATBIX.
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GROWING OLD.

 

"‘Time wears slippers of list; and his
tread is noiseless. The days come softly
'daw-ning one after another; they creep in
“at the window; their fresh morning air is
grateful to the lips as they pant for it;
”their music is sweet to the ears that listen
to it; until, before we know it, a whole
life of days has possession of the citadel,
and Time has taken us for its own.”
There is one trying crisis inlife which we
are obliged to feel—we women I mean—
that we are growing old, that we have
lived one half of the years allotted to us—
that we have climbed to the summit of
the hill, the next step is decadence. We
take a good square look in the mirror;
the check is no longer rounded, rosy
with youth, the eyes are not as bright.
there is the least draw-down to the corners
of the mouth, a few gray hairs, and there
- is no mistake about the mass of little
fine wrinkles about the eyes, and one or

two quite distinct lines across the fore?

head. Then co mes the settled conviction
that it will never be a young face again.
To be sure there is a feeling of sadness,
there is almost a spasm of the heart; it is
as if some dead face, long since laid away,

' had suddenly appeared to us, as if some

memory, npt forgotten but buried from
sight, had so’ftly, silently, unveiled itself,
confronted us from out the past. This
feeling of regret soon passes, and then

-arises the question how to grow old

gracefully and worthily. These change

 

come in daily life just as spring merges
into summer, summer into autumn and
autumn into winter; each change pos-
sesses an especial beauty and fitness.

There isawonderful beauty in growing
old, although few women believe it; there
is-often complete atonement for loss of
form and color in ripened intellect and
softened temper. When two friends have,
from force of circumstances, been separ-
ated for years and again meet, how com-
mon the expression “ Why, Time has
touched you kindly, you have not
changed, you look and act just as you
used to.” Now this is morally impossi-
ble; this body of ours is supposed to
change every seven years, and our spirit-
ual self goes through perpetual change
and renewal. We cannot remain station-
ary, we must advance or retrograde. Let
us take an unmarried lady, for instance,
who has passed the meridian between
youth and old age. Of course the society
of honorable, well informed gentlemen
is quite as agreeable and pleasant as ever;
her conversation may be as brilliant and
witty, her influence pure and true, but her
listener will prefer bright eyes to intel-
lectual conversation, and the satisfaction
of his heart to improvement of mind.
“It is reckoned among the compensa~
tions of time, that we suffer less as we
grow older; that pain, like joy, becomes
dulled by repetition, or by the callousness
that comes with years. In ohe sense this
is true. If there is no joy like the joy of
youth; the rapture of a first love; the
thrill of a first ambition, God’s great
mercy has also granted that there is no
anguish like youth’s pain, so total, so
helpless, blotting out earth and heaven,
falling down upon the whole being like a
stone. This never comes in after life, be-
cause the sufierer, if he or she has lived
to any purpose at all, has learned that
God never meant any human being to be
crushed under any calamity, like a blind
worm under a stone.” It is pleasant in
declining years to have children and
husband to lean upon; it is then our home
possesses the most attractiveness, but to
a woman who is all alone, the close of life
will be more or less solitary. “ Yet there
is a solitude which old age feels to be as
natural or satisfying as that rest which
seems such an irksomeness to youth, but
which gradually growsinto the best bless-
ing of our lives; and there is another
solitude so full of fancy and hope, that
it is like J acob’s sleep in the wilderness,
at the foot of the ladder of angels. The
extreme loneliness, which appears so far
off, sad, may prove to be but as the
quiet, dreamy hour, ‘between the
lights’ when the day’s work is done, and
we lean back, closing our eyes, to think
it all over, before we finally go to rest, or
to look forward with faith and hope in-
to the coming morning. A life in which
the best has been made of all the mate-
rials granted to it, and through which the
hand of the Great Designer can be plainly
traced, whether its web be dark or bright,
whether its pattern be clean or clouded,
is not a life to be pitied: for it is a com-
pleted life. It has fulfilled its appointed
course, and returns to the Giver of all

 

breath, pure as he gave it. Nor will He
forget it when He maketh up His
jewels." I have read that old age is

p sleep, and not decay, that what we call

second childhood is but a history of the

intervening years. When the second
childhood is true and genial, the work of
regeneration approaches its consumma-
tion; and the light of heaven is reflected
from silver hairs, as if one stood nearer
to paradise, and caught reflection of the
resurrection glories. The whole record
of our life is laid up within us. The
years leave their debris successively upon
the spiritual nature, till it seems buried
and lost beneath the layers. On the old
man’s memory every period seems to
have obliterated a former one; but the
life which he has lived can no more be
lost to him or destroyed, than the rock
strata can be destroyed by being buried
under layers of sand. If we see morose~
nose or peevishness in an old person, we
may know it is the natural disposition
no longer hedged in and kept in decency
by the intellect, but coming forth without

disguise. It is seldom that the affections
are calloused; every other faculty may be
complete in the Chrysalis, but this will be

shown as long as life remains. To grow
in age is to come into everlasting youth.

To become old in years, is to put on to
the freshness of perpetual prime.

EV ANGALINE.
BATTLE CREEK.

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A WELCOME NEW-COMER.

It is a pleasant thing for me to say.
that from the hundreds of agricultural
papers I see every week, I choose to read
first the MICHIGAN FARMER, in whose
columns I have found so many excellent
hints on the problem of living.

Country born, my heart is in full
sympathy with the women who live in
quiet farm houses. far away from the din
of a great city. This is why I come to
ask a place in the clean pages of the
Household. It is a luxury to send my
mind across the country, from home to
home, by means of these messages I find
here. Coming as most of them do, from
the hands of busy housekeepers, I
readily appreciate the undercurrent
of feeling that prompts writing un-
der difllculties, and I long to pour
out the burden of my woes and ask
for counsel about living on “nothing
a year” in dirtier dirt than most of
you have ever dreamed that a respectable
woman could live. How some of you
would weep and tear your hair perhaps,
and wear yourself out scrubbing, and
wish yourself back in the sweet clean
country. If I am welcome I will some
time give you some of my experiences in
brewing and stewin g, and working all day
in an office and housekeeping at night
with a gasoline stove, which by the way
is one of the most charming inventions I
have ever used. Every family, both
large and small, ought to have one.

In reply to Brunefille of last week, we
have a patent coffee pot with adetachable
muslin sack instead of a seive, and like it
very much, although I have a leaning to
egg for the flavor, and I think I can make

 

 

 


 

THE HOUSEHOLD 3

 

first class coffee in the old way. The

brands of coffee named by this lady are

(the best, though we use Laguyra, which

is very good for variety and costs only 25

ecents per pound. ‘ DAFFODILLY.
CINCINNATI, Ohio.

[Our new correspondent is assured of a
hearty welcome, and we shall be pleased
to hear of the housekeeping exploits of a
“‘ business woman.” Undoubtedly her
[experiences will prove interesting and
waluable to other housekeepers—En]

 

SCRAP BOOKS.

 

Awell arranged scrap-book is quite a
valuable addition to the library. One is
thus able to preserve and have at hand
lmuch literary matter that would be other-
wise lost, or as good as lost because not to
be got at without much trouble. Classifi-
cation and judicious selection are the two
great requisites. Poetry, scientific, bio-
graphical, historic, and miscellaneous
vclippings should be arranged under their
appropriate heads. to be referred to in a
moment on occasion. Now we have so
many illustrated papers, pictures of noted
men and women may be added, taking
care to select those of good artistic value.
The likenesses of eminent men in such
papers as the N. Y. Graphic, Harper’s
Baza-r and Weekly, and a few others, are
worthy of preservation. We may never
see these great men, but we gain a little
idea of them from such representation—
and are sometimes most wofully disap-
pointed when we see how very ordinary-
~,looking some of them are. The Mark
Twain patent scrap-books, though rather
expensive, are most convenient, as the
pages are already gummed and there is“
no daubing of paste. If you have not a
scrap-book make one; and do not be afraid
to “ put your mind ” to the selection and
arrangement of the items. A scrap-book
is a good index of character, an indi-
cation of literary taste, a measure of cul-
ture, and its neatness and order a hint at
the possession of Similar virtues in other

respects.
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HINTS FOR THE GIRLS, BY ONE
OF THEM.

 

I wonder if that little girl has used up
all her peacock’s feathers? If there are any
left I will tell her how to make a fan.
Buy one of the round Japanese paper
fans, with a polished handle; beginning
at the edge, sew or glue the eyes, or tips
of the plumes, on in rows till both sides
are covered thick and firmly; then in the
centre where the work leaves off, draw
two pieces of ribbon in such a way that
there will be a bow on each side, short and
full; then, or rather at first, gild the handle
with gold powder which can be bought for
ten cents at any place where artists’ ma‘
terials are kept.

If she has one of the old-fashioned
looking glasses that our grandmothers
used to own, with a wide wooden frame,
she can make it look like a gorgeous
modern one by painting the frame with
the same gold or bronze powder. It Will
look as well as a brass frame, and can be
re-painted when it begins to look worn.

 

If she can paint at all, she can make it
more “stunning” by painting hollyhocks
or any kind of striking flowers on each
side; but if she does this she cannot gild
it, but must paint it black or stain it, if
the frame is worn to need it. If the
painting is brought on to the glass it will
make it still more fashionable.

Can some one tell me what to do to
make my hands not perspire? I spoil my
gloves the first time they are worn in any
weather, and in evening colors it is of
course serious. And furthermore, what
gloves are now fashionable that can be
made to do for sober times and dress?
Something that will go with all dresses
that harmonize in color.

And lastly, I want some skeletonized
leaves. Ican’t make them but do want
some. Has any one got them to spare?
Every one need not speak at once, because
times are hard here, and I can do without
them. I suppose. I thought maybe Honor
Glint might be in that line of trade.

ONE OF THE GIRLS.

HOWELL.
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SCRAPS.

I WONDER how many parents of the
children who are attending school this
winter have visited the schools since the
term began. I venture the assertion not
one-tenth of them have given any atten-
tion to this important duty. Parents
seem tojthink they have fulfilled their sole
obligation when they send the children
away with well-filled dinner pails at nine
in the morning. Even those who profess
themselves, and really are, alive to the
value of a good, eflicient school, content
themselves with the reports the children
bring home, and never darken the school-
house doors from year’s end to year’s end.
A father who would not trust a hired man
to train a young colt Without his person-
a1 supervision, nor to feed his sheep and
cattle without keeping a watchful eye
upon the meal chest—a mother who counts
the silver spoons daily and carefully
scrutinizes the hired girl’s domestic per—
formances, will yet commit the care of
their young children to a stranger, a
person of whom they know absolutely
nothing, whose only recommendation is a
paper certifying a certain educational
proficiency and a “ negative affirmation ”
as to character, for a term of months,
satisfied all is well if there is no open
disturbance. For seven hours daily these
plastic minds are entrusted to a stran-
ger's training, and no concern is felt con-
cerning the outcome, nor the manner in
which the educational work is conducted.
Is this prudent? Is it right? If evil comes
of the neglect who shall bear the onus of
blame? Who but the parents, who so
failed in guardianship. Shame on the
selfishness that takes more care for the
feeding of stock or the care of household
belongings than for the welfare of immor
tal souls. Visit the schools, not on “ de-
clamation day” or the triumphant
“last day,” but while the usual school
work is in progress; not once a term, but
frequently. By your presence in the
schoolroom you encourage the teacher by
proving your interest in his work, and

 

 

incite him to more earnest endeavor, and
also stimulate the children by showing
them that you regard their advancement
as worthy your attention. You gain a
just idea of the teacher’s influence and
ability; the very interest you show
represses insubordination and strengthens
rightful authority. The teacher, parents
and pupils should form a triumvirate
having a common interest; but there can
be no community of interest where one
party holds itself aloof and shirks its re
sponsibilities. Visit your schools fre-
quently, then, to see that your children
are profiting by them.

 

PRUDENCE seems to believe woman’s
intellect inferior to man’s, and points out
how far she fails to equal him in some
particulars. There is always an injustice
done when two dissimilar things are
compared. Mentality differs in the sexes;
all admit it. Difference, however, by no
means proves inferiority. Mental qualities
are largely the result of education, sur
roundings, and often heredity. Remem-
ber howlong woman as a class has allowed
man to do her thinking for her, accepting
his deductions and conclusions as correct
because his is the dominant sex. Why,
even in “ merry England,” no longer ago
than 1862, a Wife was sold by her husband
in the market place of Sheflield, standing
there with the halter, emblem of her
subjection and servitude, about her neck
In the parallel Prudence draws between
the two as regards the matter of educa-
tion, I would suggest that social condi.
tions, not the shallowness of the feminine
intellect, are in fault. Girls have been
taught for centuries to make marriage the
end and aim of their lives. When they
leave school they do so with the thought
that wifehood is the next step. Their
very education is to that end; they are
taught accomplishments while their
brothers are taught business principles.
The boy is educated with the idea that
the real business of life opens before him
when he turns his back upon the school.
Education is a means to an end to both;
to the girl it means marriage; to the boy,
a stepping-stone to his life—work. A faulty
system, I grant you; false to the core.
hurtful in its outcome. But don’t let us
blame the girl for what years of custom
have made her. And let us be thankful
that the times and customs are changing,
and that with truer education women are
proving themselves not inferior if yet
dissimilar in intellectual power. I might
multiply instances where women
have proved what they can do under a
training which develops their possibili-
ties, but will only say that the consulting
entomologist of the Royal Agricultural
Society of England is a woman, and that
a lady of our own State, Mrs. Lou Reed
Stowell, of Ann Arbor University, has
just enjoyed the very honorable distinc-
tion of being elected Fellow of the Royal
Microscopical Society of London, the
third woman admitted to this select body
of scientists. A lady was last year elected
Fellow of the New York Academy of
Sciences, an honor never before conferred
on woman; the same lady was also given a

 


4. THE HOUSElI-I’OLD.

 

secretaryship in the American Associa-
tion for the Advancement of Science, the
first time a woman has held oflice in that
body. Still another of these inferior in-
tellects obtained the degree of Doctor of
Science at the University of London, in
mental and moral philosophy, the most
severe test of philosophical scholarship in
England. We must remember, in all such
discussions, that it is but within the
memory of the present generation tha
schools and colleges have opened their
doors to women, or that they have enjoyed
to any extent the educational and indus
trial privileges of the other sex.

 

Trauma are people who are always com
plaining of their treatment by the world.
They complain of its injustice, of the
neglect of friends, the ingralitude of
those on whom they have conferred ben-
efits, the selfishness of socrety. Yet
there is nothing truer than that man
meets in the world, himself. The spirit
he takes into the world is the spirit with
which it receives him. If we propose to
walk through life with our elbows out,
we will get many a sharp knock and
sturdy blow in the ribs; whereas if we meet
our associates with friendliness and good
will, with regard for their rights and
privileges, not forgetting their sensitive-
ness, the sharp corners will be softly
cushioned. Courtesy disarms resentment.
Suspicion and fault-finding and jealousy
beget their kind. There is no noble life
whicb,is not lived above the level of the
discontent and uncharitableness which
fills our intercourse with each other.
Society will not seek us unless we possess
qualities which it admires and to which
it gives homage. It will not seek out the
dull, the melancholy, the friendless;
it has no kinship with such. If we would
be social favorites we must cultivate
social qualities, friendliness, responsive-
ness, geniality; we must be bright and
quick, with nimble tongue and rapid
thought. In short, we must not expect to
receive, but to give.
look for appreciation of favors vouch-

safed, are reminded that gratitude is an
Alpine flower, which blossoms only in the
loftiest altitudes. B.

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

 

WHITE flakes in butter during the
winter are a great cause of annoyance to
the butter-maker. A correspondent of
the Rural New Yorker believes they are
composed of flakes of dry cream, which
cannot be softened, but which may be
prevented. As such preventive he re‘
commends the following: Two hours
after the milk is strained, cover the
pan with another pan; but the covering
need not be perfectly air-tight. Let the
milk stand from 36 to 48 hours, according
to the warmth of the room; but not any
longer. All the cream will have risen
then and will be soft. Keep the cream
jar covered with a cloth.

 

Paar. L. B. ARNOLD does not regard
koumiss, a fermented drink made of milk,

And those who.

In the process of making, the milk is
soured till vinous fermentation sets in,
and the milk sugar is converted» into
alcohol. Its excessive fermentation in-
jures the nutritive properties of the milk,
and it is only to be recommended for use
because of the alcohol in it. Let us not
deeply lament that we cannot furnish
this “valuable medicinal agent ” to our
sick ones.

 

You can cover an old rocking chair or
an easy chair that needs a new dress,
with brown canton flannel, putting a
stripe of pretty, gay eretonne down the
back and across the cushion. A narrow
band of black velvet, featherstitched with
gay silk, should cover the seam.

 

GLUE that will not harden in the bottle,
but will remain liquid till wanted for use,
can be made by using whiskey to dissolve
the glue instead of water. Put the glue
and whiskey in a bottle, cork tight, and
in three or four days it will be ready for
use, without the application of heat.

 

AN excellent furniture polish is made
of ten cents worth of beeswax placed in
a tin cup and melted in a hot oven. Into
this pour two ounces of turpentine, and
let it stand to cool. Apply it briskly to
the furniture with a woolen rag, and give
it a finishing rub with an old silk hand-
kerchief. This polish is almost equal to
a coat of varnish.

LETTERS from “ Old School-Teacher”
and “Edith Grey ” were received “just in
time to be too late ” for this issue."

——--§O.'——-

By an unfortunate oversight the name
of the lady who furnished the recipes for
corn bread in our last issue, was omitted
in “ making up ” the paper. We are
happy to give “ Sister Mary,” of Milford,
credit for her good works.

_______...__

WHAT has become of all our House-
hold correspondents? There has‘been a
most unusual and most lamentable dearth
of letters for this department for the last
two weeks. Mollie Moonshine, E1 See,
May, Mrs. Fuller, Honor Glint, 0., Daisy,
our virtues in the guise of Prudence,
Patience and Mercy; our “old standbys,”
A. L. L., A. H. J., and E. L. Nye, and
numbers of others, literally “too numer~
ous to mention,” are remembered by the
Household Editor, who desires to hear
from them, all, right speedily. L. B. P.,
also, will be charged with having broken
her promises of amendment in the mat-
ter of contributing, unless we hear from

her soon.
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Useful Recipes.

 

A New WAY 10 Far Grantee—Select good
sized oysters, drain them and drop into vine-
gar flavored with celery. Let them stay in the
vinegar until they are slightly sour, then take
them out and put them to drain. Cut a thin
slice of breakfast bacon into bits and fry it
until it curls up, then pour in the oysters,
season and stir slightly. Toast small squares
of bread very brown, dip in hot water, lay in ‘a
hot platter, sprinkle a pinch of salt over each,

quantity of bacon, as enough liquor stews out.

of the oysters to prevent sticking to the pan,

and too much bacon flavor is not desirable. T0>
flavor vinegar with celery the stalks which are-
insufiiciently blanched, are as good as any.

Cut in small pieces, crush, and put in a jar
filled with vinegar to use when needed.

 

FRIED Formosa—Cut cold boiled potatoes-
into slices half an inch thick, handling care
fully so as not to break. Fry in pork drippings
or butter till brown, turning to brown both
sides. Season with pepper and salt. They are
very nice served hot with no further dressing.
To make a gravy for them have ready a pint of
milk into which a teaSpoonful of flour has
been smoothly mixed . Pouralittle water into
the pan to cook 01! the browned butter, add
the milk and stir till it begins to thicken, then
pour over the potatoes.

 

CHARLOTTE Rosana—Make a sponge cakeof
three eggs, yolks and whites beaten seperatelyg‘
one heaping cup of sugar; one scant cup flour,
in which one teaspoonful of baking powder
and a pinch of salt have been sifted; quarter
of a cup of boiling water. Bake in a large pan.

‘Line the mould with this cake. Fill with

whipped cream, made by whipping one pint of
rich cream to a froth, adding one cup of sugar
and the beaten whites of three eggs. Flavor
with vanilla. Or, fill with Bavarian cream.
made as follows: Whip on pint of cream to a
stiff froth. Boil a pint of milk with a teacup-
ful of sugar, and add a teaspoonful of vanilla.
Soak half a box of gelatine one hour in half a
cup of warm water and add to the milk. Add
the beaten yolks of four eggs, and take from
the fire instantly. When cold and just begin.
ning to thicken, stir in the whipped cream.

IF YOU WANT
Profitable Employment

SEND AT ONCE TO

THE NEW lAMB KNITTER 80.,

For Full Information.

An ordinary operator can earn from one to three
dollars per day in any community in the Northern
States on our New Lamb Knitter.

100 Varieties of Fabric on Same Machine.

You can wholly finish twelve pairs ladies’ full-
shaped stockings or twenty pairs socks or mittens
in a day! Skilled operators can double this ro-
duction. Capacity and range of work double hat
of the old Lamb knitting machine. Address

The New Lamb Knitter 00..
117 and 119 Main St., west, Jacxson, Mien.

 

 

 

 

The OILY CORSET made that -rm be returned by
its purchaser after three weeks ear. if not found
PERFECT !.Y gATl F \ETOIEY Mad
In every respect, and tar es to un .e b se er. 9
in a variety of styles and prices. 801 y first-clam
eaters everywhere. Beware of w ,rthless imitations.
one nuine unless it has Ball’s .zume on the box.

 

 

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