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DETROIT, AUGUST 4:, 1885.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLDamguppliememit.

 

 

0120 WING.

 

Baby is only one year old,
Fair and sweet as a dafiodilly;
Eir as bright as the crinkled gold
Hid in the heart of a water lily.
Baby is only two years old,
Tongue like a piping Bob o’Lincoln,
'l'rills more songs than can e’er be told
0r ever a birdie would dare to think on.
Baby is only—who’s been stealing
Out of my arms and off my knee
My baby? The gypsy years came kneeling,
And stole my baby away from me.
W
Ah, wasteful woman, she who may
On her sweet self set her own price,
Knowing he cannot choose but pay,
How has she cheapened Paradise!

How given for naught her priceless gift,

How spoiled the bread and spill’d the wine,

Which, spent With due, respective thrift,

Had made brutes men, and men divine.
—Ruskin.
_ _...__.
UP STREAM.

Though the beautiful river which flows
by the city of Detroit has not the pictur
esque scenery of the Hudson, nor the
volume of the “ Father of Waters.” the
mighty Mississippi, it has yet a peculiar
beauty of its own. Geographically, it is
more properly a strait than ariver; aesthe-
tically, its swift current, clear cold waters,
and the islands which gem its bosom, are
its charms. To the resident of Detroit
“ the river”——as if there was but one in
the world and Detroit had it—is a constant
attraction. On the “hottest day of the
season ” a cool breeze ripples its surface,
and hundreds of people crowd the river
steamers, and for dime can ride all day if
they so elect. The stream of humanity
which formerly thronged to Belle
Isle, our “ Island Park, ” is now partly
diverted to Brighton and Manhattan, two
new resorts down the river on the Cana—
dian shore, which have the advantage of
a longer ride and shorter stay at the dock,
and to,the bibulous-minded, plenty of Can-
adian beer in Canadian “ schooners,’
which I am told hold “ only a thimbleful,
and that all froth.”

Down the river the two resorts men-
tioned, Wyandotte, Grosse Isle and Sugar
Island, the latter at the mouth of the
river, are the principal points of interest.
Recently I took a trip in the opposite di—
rection, taking the Idlewt'ld at four in the
afternoon. Belle Isle’s green expanse lay
on the right behind us as the pretty cot-
tages and summer residences at Grosse
Point, ten miles above the city, came into
distant view, and then the shore lines

faded into soft grey mist as we crossed
Lake St. Clair; its surface dotted in every
direction with vessels of all nautical
classes, from the tiny yacht decked with
flags and pennants, to the stately schoon-
ers and brigs with white sails full set,
skimming like birds before the wind, and
the lazy barge in tow, with the usual
complement of_red flannel shirts fluttering
from the deck. Nobody has ever seen a
barge, bound up or down, by day or night,
that had not a washing out. It is sup-
posed that the idle, inactive life of the
crew predisposes them to exercise at the
washboard for health’s sake.

At the St. Clair Flats, nearly at the
mouth of the river of the same name, is
Detroit’s most popular " watering place.”
Here are the headquarters of a fishing and
hunting club,.which owns most of the
adjacent marshes, and a hotel, the Star
Island House, for those not entitled to
entertainment at the Club House. The
“ scenery” at the Flats is novel, if monot-
onous. The approach on the lake side is
through acanal; a channel in the lake
dredged deep enough to permit the pass-
age of heavily laden vessels, and protect—
ed by embankments, which are lined with
willows. These two parallel lines of
bright green, set in the blue water, and
quite disconnected with any other land,
look queer enough to a stranger. Just
beyond is the Club House, with “water,
water all around,” so that the only means
of passing its brief confines is by boat. It
is the paradise of fishermen, who fish all
day in the channels and bays of the
marshes, and at night gather to relate
their adventures, and brag about the big
fish they did not catch. Just beyond is
the Star Island House, famous for its fish
suppers, (which it is the “ proper thing”
to come up on the Idlewt‘ld to eat, return-
ing on the Ward, a couple of hours later,)
with a pretty lawn set to willows, and a
pavilion on the dock for the accommoda-
tion of picnic parties. As the Idlewz‘ld
swung up to the dock a gentleman sprang
out of his little row boat at the landing at
the side of the house, and lifted out a
magnificent fish nearly three feet long,
whose scaly armor shone with iridescent
hues, purple and rose and silver, as the
triumphant captor pointed out its beauties
to the troop of friends who rushed to ad—
mire his prize. Just beyond the Star Is—
land House, on Butler Island—though
how that can be called an island which
seemsa waste of reeds, just level with
water, I don’t quite see—is being built a

 

large and handsome club house, the ren

 

dezvous of still another sportsmen’s club:
and then we pass the marshes, beloved of
the wild duck,which in the season resound
with the crack of shot guns. and where
always the fattest and biggest bird is the
one to get away. Here was a steam dredge
at work, and I watched with some
curiosity, the process of. deepening a
channel by shoveling out the bottom of
the river. At the end of a beam was a
large cylindrical bucket, having a bottom
which could open and shut. Fancy a
tomato can with two~thirds of its bottom
pulled loose, and if this stretch of im—
agination is not too great, imagine that
loose bottom capable of being shut by
machinery. You scoop the tomato can
into the mud of the river bottom, and the
machinery closes the bottom till it is lift-
ed out and suspended above a scow moored
alongside the dredge, when the bottom
drops out, so does the mud, and the bucket
goes down for another mouthful. I shalI
not take my “alfred-daviti” that thisis the
principle of the steam dredge, but that is
how it seemed to work.

The Idlewz’ld swung round a grassy
bend to call at Algonac, the first stopping
place in the St. Clair River, just as the
sun was dipping below the horizon. It is
a rather pretty Vlllage; “sleepy,” as river
towns are apt to be unless given to man-
ufacturing, but neat and pleasant. At
Marine City a saline odor filled the air,
and the smoke of her salt blocks darken-
ed the sky. A girl in a pink dress gave a
saucy flirt of her handkerchief in return
to a passenger’s salute, and the pious
young man with a freckled face and cleri-
cal tie sorely puzzled a lusty “dock-
wholloper” by asking the number of
churches in the town and the per cent of
people attending them. The stalwart
Irishman didn’t know much about
churches, but bragged considerable over
the salt block. At the Oakland, one of
the prettiest and most charmingly located
summer hotels in the State, the band was
playing awaltz, and we could just hear,
mingled with the lap of the water against
the piers, the dancing feet keeping time
to the rhythm of the music, though the
glow-worm lamps that shone amid the
foliage gave no hint of human presence,
A little further on, semi-invisible in the-
deepening twilight, we passed St. Clair
and Somerville_b‘chool, and then through
darkness and Silence, broken only by the
passage of some river monster with one
red eye and one green one, or With
shadowy sails flapping in the languid

breeze, to Sarnia, on the Canadian side,
and then across to Port Huron, where
under the electric lights I was captured,
“kissed and carried awa’” by waiting

 

friends.

BEATBIX.

  


 

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SYMPATHY,AND HOW

PREfiSlF

T0 EX-

 

We search the lives of great men and
women, admire the works they have left
behind them. and wish we could do some-
thing for the world and its people. Now
I think that God has a work planned for
every human soul he creates; we often
grasp blindly after it; in fact some never
find a mission, their strength is spent in
absorbing, they never dispense, conse-
quently they are failures. Just as the sun
dispenses light, so can the soul give of
its goodness and knowledge. Once get
into the lives about ‘you and you will
find that “What is good for the hive is
also good for the bee.” It is a good idea
to get out of, and away from ourselves.
'We hear much now-a-days about “self
culture.” It says “Make the most of
your powers,” it does not add “for others’
sake as well as your own.” Don’t you
know there is an “active and passive
sympathy?” One sits still and wrings the
hands and cries “What can I do; I am
so sorry, I can see nothing to do, but I
am truly sorry,” the other, instead of
tears and cries, takes hold and does for
suffering humanity. What if the night is
bitter cold and the wind howls, we sit by
our comfortable fire, and say “God help
the poor, it must be terrible to be with-
out fire such a night as this.” Does that
expression make any one warmer? We
sit in our cool room when the thermom-
eter is up among the nineties, and the
least little breeze sifts through the

screens and moves the curtain and fans
our cheek, and we think how comfort-
able it is here with a book and fan; then
comes the thought of those thousands of
women and children cooped up in large
cities, dying for fresh air and blue sky and
green grass, little children who never saw
aflower growing, or picked one. Poor

little blue skeletons! May heaven bless,

those noble men and women who yearly
send so many into country homes, giving
them a little idea of what life can be.

It is not the great things—life is made
up almost exclusively of little things. If
you want to know people you must get
near them; “go down to their level and
bring them up to yours.” When Christ
walked upon earth and taught and
healed, He did not stand along way off——
He laid his hands on them. Some are so
situated that they cannot do much;
temperament, education, ill-health, may
conspire against ambitious schemes.
“ The ladder leading from earth to
Heaven is not made of wooden rungs, or
of cold senseless material.” We are all
dependent creatures, each busy heart feels
its wants and reaches out for help. We
cannot all have large fields of labor, nor
all be great workers, but all around us is
some one to smile at; a gift of a book or
flower, an offered chair, the turning of a
window blind, a pleasant word, the little
opportunities to do good will fill our time
at home or abroad. “ And when it is all
over, and our feet will run no more, and
our hands are helpless, and we have
scarcely strength to murmur alast prayer;
then we shall see that instead of needing

a larger field. we have left untilled many
corners of our single acre, and that none
of it is fit for the Master’s eye, were it not
for the softening shadow of the cross.”

“It isn’t the world-praised wonders that are best
in our Father‘s sight,
Nor the wreaths of fading laurels that garnish
Fame’s dizzy height,
But the pitying love and kindness, the work of
the warm caress,
The beautiful hope and patience and self-for—
gettulness;
The trifle in secret given, the prayer in the
quiet night, .
And the little unnoticed nothings, are good in
our Father‘s sight.”
- SUBSCRIBER.

BATTLE CREEK. \

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FRENCH COOKERY.

It always amuses me to hear French
cookery praised for its economy. The
French chef, we are often told, will take
an old boot top and from it prepare a
savory ragout. The inference is that the
ragout is the essence of leather so modi-
fied and ameliorated by the magic of
cooking that it is palatable and nutri-
tious without further additions, whereas
to the original ingredient, which gives its
name to the dish, has been added spices,
sauces, flavors, this, that and the other,
until the cost of these make the dish any-
thing but inexpensive. Then, reverting
to the original boot-top, the assertion 1s
gravely made that the delicious relish cost
next to nothing. The “economy” of
this mode of cooking was excellently
illustrated in a story published in the
FARMER some months ago, where a
couple of carrots, commercial value two
cents, were so “dressed” with condi-
ments that the cost was close to or above
one dollar. The husband wonders why
they can’t have such dishes every. day,
and points out the economy with carrots
ata cent each, while the wife, who knew

into figures long enough to reckon up for
her bewildered spouse the cost of the
capers, meat extract, etc., which went
to the compounding of this “ simple and
economical dish.”

French dishes do not suit the American
palate. The French are light eaters. A
soup, a few vegetables, and abundance
of thin, light wine satisfy them. The
American is hearty and hungry; he cares
more for quantity than Monsieur, who
demands quality to suit his taste. Liter-—
ally, I suppose the waste from an Ameri-
can kitchen might feed a French family
of the lower classes, because their made
dishes, of a variety of ingredents, would
suit their accustomed taste. The male
American disdains scraps and warmed
over messes, and dislikes the flavors and
combinations of French cookery. I well
recollect my first attempt to introduce a
little “ style ” into our plain home cookery
by preparing a roast of beef a la mode. It
was regarded with grave suspicion, and I
always felt certain that the integrity of
my motives was questioned that night in
the homes of sundry of my neighbors,
who that day had eaten at my table.

We can guard against waste in the
kitchen best by calculating to a nicety
the quantity needed for each meal.
Many housekeepers think there is not

 

enough unless there is some left. The

what made the dish so piquant, drops.

best management provides a plenty;
enough, but not too much; this is not
stinginess, but economy. What to do
with the scraps, the odds and ends of
meat, vegetables, cake and bread is the
economical woman’s constant trouble,
and the wisest forethought arranges for
the least possible quantity to be warmed

over or thrown away.
BRU NEFILLE.
DETROIT.

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READ, AND PROFIT THEREBY.

 

DEAR LADIES :—-I am sorry to see so
great a dearth of letters in our little pa‘
per, and without doubt others resolved
with me, upon reading the Household of
July 7th, to take up the pen and add a
mite to help and encourage our Editor,
knowing that if we fail to edify the read-
ers, we will at least have shown our good
will by making the effort to help.

The busy season of haying and harvest
is upon us. Our folks have thirty tons
of nice prairie hay in the stack, with more
to follow, and in one week more one
hundred acres of wheat will be ready for
the binder, with 50 acres of cats and flax
to be secured as soon as that is done; and
so it follows without argument that there
is a certain amount of labor and care in
the house in connection with all this, and
the long, warm, busy days try the strength
that is not over great, and where there is
only one pair of hands to keep the house-
hold machinery running smoothly, the
time for writing and recreation is some-
what limited. A friend of mine said to
me a few days ago: “ I should think you
might make your work much lighter if
you would follow the hints and many
good suggestions given in the Household
more closely. Now, although I do not
take the paper, I have one of those clothes
pin aprons, and it’s a great help, saves a
great deal of backache, &c. Why don’t
you make you one? And Anna, I. F. N.’s
article on “How to Lighten Labor” is
worth the subscription price of the paper
alone; but you do not let it aid you as you
might, do you?”

Well, this was all good. sound, common
sense, and I had to answer “ No,” and I .
fell to wondering if Household members
all profit as much by its teachings as they
might. Our little four—year—old set me a
good example by adopting at once the
method of A. H. J .’s little one, in putting
on the shoes so the buttons and “little bit
of a toe ” would fall in line, and so I re-
solved to do likewise. Ladies, let us shake
hands, and each one say “ I, too.”

I want to tell you of one of my pet
economies for warm weather. I mean
economy of time and strength. It is in
using yeast cakes instead of soft yeast,
which has to be renewed so often. I have
always been quite a fanatic on the yeast
question, and thought I could not make
good bread without the home-made soft
yeast, but I have been converted to
“Magic yeast cakes,” and my bread is
just as nice as formerly. Here is failure
No. 2 in packing ham without cooking;
mine began to mould in a week’s time.

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cold water. screw on the top, shake till the
air bubbles are all out; fill up with
'water and screw tightly, and it is done. I
have used that which had been canned a
year and a half, and moved from Michi-
gan to Dakota in the bargain, and it was
very nice. Do not use any of the water
in the can for the pies.

Perhaps I will come again and tell you
more about Dakota, thel“Wonderland,” if
you wish me to. Yours to serve,

MRS. G. S. C.
PRAIRIE Horns. Wonsar, D. T.

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CONCERNING AMUSE MENTS.

 

Upon the first reading of Strong Minded
Girl’s article, July 21st, I said, our views
clash; upon the second reading, I thought
could I understand the full meaning of
her words in all their relations, as she
does, we might not differ. There are
some subjects where the differences lie
not in the opinions, but in the under-
standing of the terms used. However, I
can but think her views upon the subject
as generally understood are misleading.

First, are we to regard “ the inner,
calm revealing, our highest authority?”
Man has an intuitive idea that God exists,
but man can not have an intuitive idea of
the aka/raster of God; if we know not the
character of God, we can not know the
will of God, hence the necessity of a
written revelation; and this should be our
highest authority, our guide when we
seek to know our duty toward man and
God. In regard to amusements what says
the Word? No specific duty is enjoined;
we do not read thou shalt not dance, but
we do read. “Thou shalt love the Lord
thy God with all thy heart. and with all
thy soul, and with all thy strength.
and with all thy mind; and thy neighbor
as thyself.” As the compass which points
to the north pole may be made to deviate
by the attraction of a bar of steel placed
near it; so our soul, pointing heavenward,
will deviate according to the power of the
attraction of worldly amusements and
evil.

Second: Is it “far better to depend
on moral strength and the liberty of
knowledge to resist temptations?” Does
“knowledge bring the power of virtue
and freedom?” Knowledge alone does
:not bring safety and liberty. If it does,
then go a step farther, let our youth
know the taste of wine, only taking care
in regard to the “ education of the
faculties, their development and control.”
Control, as though that were always pos-
sible. But take still another step, teach
them all about crime, for “ignorance is
an uncertain safety.” Give me the un-
certain safety of ignorance rather than
the certain fearful results such knowledge
and its practice would bring. Knowledge
is power, but the knowledge of evil is a
power to be dreaded. Even though the
knowledge be not acquired by contact
with evil, but simply through the medium
of the printed page, it is dangerous.

The accounts given in our daily papers
of atrocious murders and crimes are per
nicious. The first reading to our youth
may be shocking, then they are read wrth

  

 

indifierence and finally with a relish.
Who can tell the end?

The third and last statement made by
Strong Minded Girl, that I would like to
notice is: “ At the most amisspent life is a
sad one; it is never the purpose of any soul
to go astray.” The word misspent con-
veys to my mind the having had, or held,
with the power of use, either for good or
evil, which involves the necessity of
choice, and this precludes the idea of mis~
take, taking for granted that all the re-
sults and consequences of the choice are
known. It may not be the purpose of
any soul to go astray, yet it is given unto
each soul to know, and to choose. If
one knows good, and chooses it not, can
it be called a mistake?” Will we not all
be held responsible for the use we make
of life? I would like to know our sister’s
theory of intuitive knowledge, whether
or not she is at one with Schleiermacher.

JANNETTE.

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WHO MAKES POOR BREAD?

PALO.

 

When the FARMER comes to us each
week, and the little Household falls into
my lap as Iunfold it, instead of beginning
to read at once, I look it through to see
who the contributors are and what each
has written about.

When the FARMER of June 23rd came I
looked the Household over as usual, and
seeing that Beatrix’s article was “What
to Wear,” I passed it by without reading
it, (by the way, I did not expect to have
anything new) and turned to Evangeline’s
“Waste in the Kitchen,” as it struck me
at once that it was a new departure for
her.

As I read I came to the conclusion she
must have had sour bread herself that
morning, or she would never have made
such sweeping assertions in regard to
American housekeepers. She says: “In
nine-tenths of the homes they set diaboli
cal stuff on the table and call it bread."
Now, Evangeline, I am heartily glad you
do not live near Tecumseh, for I am afraid
you would never be invited to tea again
after such an uncomplimentary assertion;
perhaps though you might change your
views if you could drop in impromptu to
dinner or tea in the many prosperous
homes around here, for I am sure that
nine—tenths of the housekeepers in this
vicinity make nice, white, delicious
bread.

I begin to think one reason why the
farmers of Southern Michigan are gener-
ally so prosperous is because they have
economical wives. (I wonder if they
would be willing to acknowledge as
much?)

Seriously, however, I do think there is
waste in the kitchen, for the best of
housekeepers sometimes have bad luck,
and older ones than J annette have cause
for tears of disappointment and vexation.
Had some of the other contributors accus-
ed the general housekeeper of waste I
should not have been surprised, but
Evangeline has always seemed to me as a
poetical ideal. I have thought of her as
the Evangeline that Longfellow so beau—

to the ends of the earth and endure untold
trials and privations for “love’s sake,” but
it seems to me duty would be a hard
word.

Her letters would suggest nothing more
commonplace than angel’s food, or the
aroma of tea and coffee. They are so full
of tenderness, courage and hope, and
seem so restful and charming. I am sure
many readers are often encouraged to
bear life’s burden with a more cheerful
and willing spirit after reading her letters;
but I fear. many would be somewhat
angry to hear their bread called “ diaboli-

cal stufl.” OLD SCHOOL TEACHER.

.TECUMSEH .
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SCRAPS.

 

OUR Strong Minded Girl asks what to
the lover is the rose which his lady press-
ed to her lips with a blush and then fold-
ed in a letter to him. That depends. In
all probability he will wonder why she
enclosed that decaying vegetable, and
never a dream of the baptism of love it
has received will cross his obtuse mind.
Bulwer says there is in man an original
obtuseness of fibre as regards sentiment,
compared with the delicacy of woman’s.
And this is true. When love dawns in a
woman’s heart it brings a train of holy
thoughts, of doubts and fears and joys and
confidence, that a man’s coarser nature
cannot comprehend. Even when a
woman speaks, letting language feebly
express her soul, man’s grosser intellect is
but half comprehending. Fine indeed is
that organization that can understand
before she speaks at all, as women some-
times comprehend women. “No man
living or dead has ever understood a
woman for five minutes ata time,” is a
man’s sweeping assertion in regard to his
sex. And he also puts these words into
his hero’s mouth: “It 1s the highest
pleasure in life, that constant, loving
study of the one person One loves. There
is no pleasure like the pleasure of trying
to understand what awoman wants; there .
is no sorrow like the sorrow of failing to
do that; and there is no glory like the
glory of success. It is a divine task for
any man, and the greatest have thought
it worthy of them.” But how few men
do study the woman nature, or seek to
enter her heart of hearts! Yet certainly
if a man has any noble purposes, any
hidden depths in his nature they will de-
velop under love’s influence. This has
been beautifully expressed in the follow-
ing words: “Whatever flowers of good-
ness can find nourishment in the evil of a
man’s nature, choose the opening of love
as the best time for blooming.” If two
souls are to find
“Love’s large cup at overflow, yet ever to be

filled,”

the man must be able to enter into the
fineness and delicacy, the soul of the
woman’s nature and thought. The
faded rose must convey to him some faint
apprehension of the impulses that thrilled
the giver’s heart, and made her love-lit
face flush “like the rose that in the
garden at Damascus grows.”

 

 

tifully portrayed; one who would travel

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us? Whether the beauty lie in form or
color, in motion or repose, how our eyes
love to linger, conveying the impression
to brain and soul! I don’t wonder that
young men fall in love with the pretty
girls; I am in love with some of them
myself, though it is popularly supposed
one woman can never duly appreciate
the charms of another. When to beauty
of face and form is added the charm of an
intelligent mind and womanly heart,
what man can do better than surrender
at discretion? Such a beautiful girl was
my 0123 a ms in a down town car the other
day, I could hardly keep my eyes from
her face. I could think only of a spot-
less, stately calla lily, as I studied the
sweet countenance radiant with the
beauty and pride of maidenhood; and the
creamy white draperies, the soft yellow
hair surmounted by the fluffy ostrich
tips on her bonnet, carried out my
thought. So pure, so fragile and dainty,
one could but w1sh the roses and lilies
of life might ever be her portion. If our
girls only knew how maidenly modesty
and dignity, a gentle reserve, not cold—
ness, of manner became them, surely we
should see less boisterousness, less loud
talk and romping. “Show me a gracious
virgin bearing a lily, not aleering giggler
frisking a rattle.”

 

I WAS an enforced listener to a
tete a tete conversation between two
girls of the “girly-girly” order the
other evening, one fresh from a con-
vent school in Canada, the other a
graduate of one of our interior Union
schools. Their conversation amused and
interested me for a time, carried on as it
was with the utmost abandon and disre-
gard of the half dozen persons within
earshot. The redundancy of adjective
was what first attracted my attention.
The moon, sending a flood of silver light
across the water, was “perfectly lovely,”
so also was the cabbage soup at the con-
vent. Of the stars, “ Oh, aren’t they too
sweet; I just love the stars, don’t you?”
and of a new acquaintance “ Oh he’s just
too sweet, I just love him!” “Isn’t
Tennyson’s Evangeline perfectly lovely ?”
I just love her, she’s so sweet,” and on
being reminded that Longfellow wrote
the poem in question, “Oh yes, so he
did; but iSn’t Tennyson sweet?” Some.
body began singing the “Star Spangled
Banner,” a dozen voices caught and up-
held the melody. “What is that? Isn’t
it lovely! I’ve heard it before, but what is
it? It’s too sweet anyhow; I think music
on the water is perfectly sweet, don’t
you?” The speaker had had “ a perfectly
elegant” time that day, and the pickles
provided for lunch were also “perfectly
elegant.” So much sweetness at last
nauseated me and I fell to wondering
why education, which is supposed to
educate, could not clip this redundancy of
admiration and teach discrimination in
the matter of adjectives as applied to
totally dissimilar objects. Yet who
teaches “the art of conversation” now-
days; and, indeed, do we have any “con-
versation?” Seems to me it is pretty
much all talk. Baxrmx.

 

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SINCE Mrs. A. M. G. A. is acquainted
with the lady to whom she addresses cer-
tain personal inquiries, will she please
make her requests directly to the lady in
question, who can answer them without
the intervention of the Household.

 

MR8. A. M. G. A. says if ladies will try
the recipe for pickles given in the House-
hold of August 26, 1884, they will never
sigh for a better one. Also, that salt
mackerel is greatly improved by covering
with sour instead of sweet cream just be-
fore it is served.

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“A mem’s WIFE,” who sends us the
recipe for cucumber pickles, says it is a
method she has often tested. She put up
pickles in this way in 1884, and used the
last in May of the current year, finding
them excellent to the end. One advan-
tage is they never mould.

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A LADY at Mason wishes to know who
has a FARMER sewing machine in that
vicinity, as she wishes to examine before
purchasing. Mr. Thomas Blakely of
Mason, and Mr. John Thorburn of Holt,
have FARMER machines. There may be
others whom we do not now recollect.

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MRS. G. S. C. wishes to know where
she can get the words and music of the
songs “Good Night, and Dream of Me,”
and “Mrs. Lofty and I.” Probably of
any dealer in musical goods, who if
he has not those wanted in stock will
order them from a wholesale publishing
house at request.

+

“Two of Us” writes from Big Beaver
to know if there is any place in Detroit
where ivory stick fans can be re-covered.
The'Household Editor knows of no such
place, and was very desirous not long.
ago to find some one doing just that
business. On making inquiries she was
told the fans would have to be sent away,
and that the cost would be close to the
expense of a new one. A plain white fan
may sometimes be cleaned with deodor-
ized benzine, but there is always the risk
that it will come out streaked and dis-
colored. A lady friend who had a fan
which was worthless in its present condi-
tion, took it to pieces, examined its “ get
up ” critically, bought satin and cheap
silk for a new cover, and put it on. The
work was done as neatly as she could do

.it, but was hardly a success. She painted
a spray of flowers upon it, and it makes a
very pretty wall ornament.

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Contributed Recipes.

 

CUCUMBER Picnics—Lay the cucumbers in
weak brine four days; drain off the brine and
cover with good cider vinegar. Let them lie
in this one week; then place in fresh vinegar,
spiced to suit your taste. The first vinegar
can be used several times. I have made pickles
by this recipe for several years, and can safely
say they are good and will keep.

BEHIND TIME.
UNION Home.

 

LEMON Cnnm Prim—One and a half pints of
milk; three tablespoonfuls corn starch; one

 

cup sugar; two tablespoonfuls butter; one tea-
spoonful lemon extract; juice of two lemons;
yolks of four eggs. Boil milk and add corn-
starch dissolved in a little milk; when it boils-
again take oil! and beat in the yolks, butter,
lemon juice and extract; pour at once into pie
plates lined with paste; bake in hot oven 20
minutes; then cover with meringue of the
whites, beaten with a tablespoonful of sugar.
Mas. G. S. C.
WOLEIY. D. T.

 

Cucunnnn Proms—To one gallon of
vinegar add one teacupful of sugar; half tea-
cupful of salt; one cup horse-radish, the root
broken in pieces; a few pieces of ginger root;
one tablespoonful each of cinnamon, cloves,
pepper and white mustard seed. Let the
vinegar and spices boil and when cold it is
ready for use. When the cucumbers are picked-
pour boiling water over them; let them stand
until cold; then wipe dry, put in the spiced
vinegar, stirring each time; let stand 24 hours,
and they are ready for use .

A FARMER‘S NIP].

LANSING.

 

POT-PIE Gavan—One and a half cups but-
termilk ;'one and a half teaspoonfuls soda; one
of salt; mix in sufficient flour to make a stifi
dough. Let stand in a warm place to rise an
hour or more; then cut off pieces with a spoOn
drop in the kettle, and boil half an hour
Have the meat well seasoned and gravy thick;
ened. For baked chicken pie, take one cupful
each of buttermilk, water and lard; one tea-
spoonful soda, and a little salt; this makes
crust for two chickens, baked in a pan . Bake
in a slow oven one hour. AUNT NELL.

PLAINWELL.

 

 

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