\‘W\\\\\\\\§»\\\{\\\\\x\\\\% u it i . / ~\./\. DETROIT, AUGUST 18, 1885. THE HOU§EH®LD===§uppllemeimu M0 THER’S GIRL. Sleeves to the dimpled elbow, Fun in the sweet blue eyes, To and fro upon errands, The little maiden hie s. Now she is washing dishes, Now she is feeding the chicks, Now she is playing with pussy, Or teaching Rover tricks. Wrap; ed in a big white apron, Pinned in a checkered shawl, Hanging clothes in the garden, Oh, were she only tall! Hashing the frettnl baby, Coaxing his hair to curl, Stepping around so briskly, Because she is n other's girl. Hunting for eggs in the haymow. Petting old Brindle‘s calf, Riding Don to the pasture, With many a ringing laugh. Coming whene'er you call her, Running wherever sent, Mother‘s girl is a blessing, And mother is well content . ____.__..‘_—_— HEALTH HINTS. f.‘ Blessings on the man who invented sleep," says Sancho Panza, but what shall we invoke upon him who “invented ” in— somnia? Happy indeed those who have never retired to rest, expecting refreshing, healthful slumber, only to find themselves in that condition aptly expressed by the phrase “ as wide awake as an owl!” Med- ical works recognize sleeplessness as a disease, and prescribe for it accordingly. When medicines attack the cause, and cure by removing it, they are invaluable; but when relief is given by the use of sop- oriflcs, as chloral, morphia and the like, the sleep is not natural, and hence not fully restorative, while every time we resort to such means the dose must be larger, and the effect upon the system is more pronounced. I have sufliered much from insomnia, and have tried many things to coax coy sleep to pay me a visit. but have studiously avoided the use of soporifics, believing it is better to be wakeful than stupified in order to sleep. I have tried watching a flock of imaginary sheep, each having a pedigree tracing back to.the “original importation from Spain,” jump over a pair of imaginary bars, say- ing the multiplication table backward, and repeating nonsense rhymes. I have arisen to. a midnight lunch of whatever was to be found on my premises, oranges, apples, grapes or candy; have applied a wet towel to the base of my alleged brain; taken a sponge bath, or sat down to read the dullest book I could find (having gen- erally the best success with something of McCarthy’s) with varying results in woo- ing Morpheus. Usually the sponge bath proves most eflicacious. Sometimes, after mental excitement, a dose of Gelsem- inum—homaspathically prepared, three drops of the “ first dilution ” in alittle wa- ter—will “ send me off.” But not long ago, out ofa learned treat- piss on nerves, brain, etc., etc., I sifted a bit of practical information that has help- ed me very' much. If we observe the position of the eyes during these fits' of wakefulness we will find that though the lids are closed, the eyeballs are turned up- ward, as if looking at some object above their level, forward outlook. The breath- ing, too, is usually short and hurried. Now, if by an exercise of will power, we can turn the eyeballs down instead of up, and at the same time take deep, full, regular respirations, as we do when sleep- ing, we produce a condition favorable to sleep and “she’s got to come, she can’t help it.” I have tried this a number of times, and always. so far, successfully. Tue only trouble is to concentrate the mind on the process of going to sleep; other thoughts must be ban: shed. I do not think it takes over five or eight minutes, perhaps even less, of this regular breathing with the eyes turned downward before “first you know you don’t know nothing.” It is best to try this method at once. as soon as we understand a wakerul night has been laid out for us, concentra— ting the mind on the business of going to sleep. The “philosophy” of It is that it is an excess of blood in the brain which pre- vents sleep. The slow and steady breath- ing, exhalations and inhalations about equal, remove the blood from the brain, wnich, thus relieved, permits sleep. An excellent remedy for weak and in- flamed eyes, when the veins are injected, lids reddened, and lashes matted after sleep by a discharge from the eyes, is simple salt and Water. It is also good-for dimness of vision, a condition we de- scribe as having a “blur” before the sight. Bathe them twice or three times daily in water made perceptibly salt. The sensation is not unpleasant, as one would suppose; tears, you know, are saline. Some prefer hot water to cold, but it is the salt that hath the virtue. A physician of this city says oculists would have less business and people stronger eyes, were this simple restorative more generally known and used. Try this at least before you decide you must wear glasses, for these, once put on,can seldom be dispens- ed wrth afterward. W hen one is conscious sight is somewhat impaired, instead of rushing off to an oculist to get “ fitted,” rest the eyes, give up all work that tries them. Sightis the most precious of our senses, we cannot afford to risk its loss for present gratification: nor to wear glasses the rest of our lives because of a little weakness, when rest and simple salt and water will cure. If you have bunions which make life a misery, get half an ounce of prime tinc- ture of Thuja occidentalt's, and dilute it With one~fourth its bulk of water. Apply night and morning; and if very bad saturate a bit of cotton and bind it over the joint before retiring. It will relieve the soreness and effect a cure, unless the bunion is constantly aggravated by a tight shoe. The same remedy will alleviate the misery of corns, but will not always cure them. It is almost invariably a cure for bunions. however. My favorite remedy for cold and sore throat is the homely one known to my grandmother. red pepper tea. Not the Cayenne pepper of commerce, which is principally brick dust and Venetian red, but the red garden peppers raised for pickles. Make the tea strong, very strong, very hot and very sweet; take half or two- thirds of a coffee—cupful before retiring, and wake up pretty nearly well next morning. Be a little careful about taking cold again. BEATRIX. ——-¢oo-—-—— A RAINY DAY’S Barman... Little did I think when I closed my last letter to the Household, away‘back in the sweet springtime, that the sultry summer would be waning ere I would write again. “ What have you been doing? Getting the twins and the other 17 oil? to the sea- side?” “ Not a bit of it. I’ve been doing ‘ road work.’ ” How Persis and every other conserva- tive woman in our little coterie bridles and champs her “ bit” at that hold state- ment, while every radical remnant of Eve in the crowd smiles and exclaims “One more link loosened in the chain that en- slaves us,” while I, oh ladies! pardon the plebeian performance! place my thumb against my knows, pretend my digits have an ague, and inform you that you both fret and rejoice without cause, for I have only been working on that time honored, undisputed, never-to-beoignored highway that leads direct to the mas— culine heart—namely—the masculine 5"; A1- r- ,.. M:A#m_x;mm.aauw_s:zw 41:: ~-.. w—"r ‘33:: _ s... rum 4: THE HOUSEELOLD. of the necessaries of life, which but a lit- tle of this same money would provide for them? Others, toiling hard early and late, eke out but a miserable existence for themselves and their families, while in a measure, they daily assist in filling the coffers of the already rich. Ah, yes! “All men were created equ al,” and all will surely stand upon an equal footing at last. I think the people of these United States could pay no greater tribute, nor raise a higher monument to the memory of the greatest man of the age, than to help the poor, and not to spend for mere outward show that which might do so much good in the world; but use it, in the name of Grant if they will, to relieve the sufierings of the multitude. My sisters, what say you in regard to this prevailing evil? 2'. e., spending for worse than needless show that which ‘might feed the hungry? MOLLIE MOONSHINE. MAPLETON. SCRAPS. A LADY friend recently confessed to me her exceeding terror during thunder- storms. It was a matter of education, she said; her mother had been very timid, and had brought her up in the same fear. While frankly admitting she knew it to be against reason, and due to early train- ing, she was yet, through her own uncon- querable (is it uneonquerable?) terror, bringing up her own children in the same way. With the first gust of wind and rain and distant muttering of thunder, she began to pale, and called her chil- dren, who with awed faces clustered around her. I was sorry to see this education in timidity continued to an- other generation. Timidity is some- thing to be overcome, not encouraged. Not that I would teach children to be foolhardy, or venturesome, or to fear no danger, but rather point out the danger and how to shun it, and educate them to be courageous. Childhood’s fears are very real; I would never ridicule or-ignore them. Rather explain, and reason away the cowardice. The phenomena of nature are constantly recurring ;one cannot afford to go into nervous spasms over every thunder shower. Scores of storms must be encountered in a lifetime, whereas if lightning strikes us it will strike but once. The chances are one to ten thou— sand we will not stop a thunderbolt; if the one chance is ours, we will never know what hurt us. Accidents are occuring everywhere, all around us, yet we never pause to consider their possibility, why save all our fears to let them loose when a storm is brewrng! No. Teach the danger of seeking shelter under a tree in an open field, or of walking in an open field with scythe or pitchfork on the shoulder, of standing in an open door or looking out an open window, of working about the stove when electricity is play— ing freely, but not the absurd idea going to bed on feathers, or taking off crinoline or corsets when a shower comes up. Yet if a child is nervously apprehensive of a storm, humor its fears and soothe and ex- plain until the terror is outgrown or conquered. It is dreadful to be so timid; it is something to be fought against and subdued. rather than encouraged and in- , creased. As I was going home to dinner the other day I was much amused by the attire and enjoyment of a group of chil- dren from five to eight years of age who were “playing soldier” on the sidewalk. They had furnished themselves with paper uniforms, paper caps and epauv lettes, and with wooden sticks for guns were having “a real good time.” A newspaper had been cut into narrow strips two-thirds its length, leaving the other third uncut; this plain part was fastened around the body under the arms, while the cut portion waved about the legs and permitted that freedom of motion so coveted by childhood. The cocked hats had an air a la militaire, albeit only of newspaper pinned into shape, and a cut paper plume fluttered gayly from the captain’s chapeau. The epaulettes were of folded strips of news- paper, cut into fringe on one end and pinned to each stout shoulder. Boys and girls fared alike, and the parade was a gay one. Mothers who have many chil- dren to look after may perhaps keep them out of mischief by providing paper. pins and scissors, and allowing them to make military turnouts for themselves. Playing soldier is a stock amusement with the children, and to have “uniforms just like real soldiers ” adds a new zest. 3. ——.0.-——— THROUGH some unaccountable over- sight, the letter entitled “ Sympathy and How to Express It,” in the Household of August 4th, is credited to “ Subscriber.” Yet our readers will recognize Evanga- line’s thoughtful pen, and it is her name which should appear as its author. L. A. B. wants to know how she shall prepare cucumber pickles for market. They are usually sold from the brine- Small cucumbers bring the best prices, the best being not over three inches long. We believe they are always sold bylthe hundred, not by quarts or gallons. Make a brine strong enough to bear'up an egg, and after you have packed the cucumbers, pour it over them boiling hot. The brine must cover them, and a weighted board be laid OVcI‘ to keep them down. Keep the scum skimmed off. Unless you have a large crop, kegs are better than a barrel. This is an old pickle-grower’s method which he says he has always found reli- able. ——.»—__ MAYBELLE wishes to know what will take the mildew out of her new muslin. Unless the muslin is printed, a weak chlorine water, made be dissolving chlo- ride of lime in water, and then dipping oif the clear liquid, will do it nicely, as we know by experience. No danger of' rotting the goods, unless the water is too strong, or the rinsing is neglected But if the muslin is printed, what takes out the mildew will be apt to take the pattern too. Possibly by patience in wetting the mildewed spots—if on the white part— with chlorine water. and not allowing it to touch the pattern. the worst might be taken out. If pur readers know of a sure way they will oblige Maybelle by “letting their light shine.” ___....____. Contributed Wipes. BRINE FOR CUCUMBERS.—An excellent brine for keeping cucumbers consists of one pint of salt, one quart of cider vinegar, and three quarts of rainwater; cover with a thick white cloth, washing the scum from the cloth occas~ ionally. A crock or firkin may be used. When wanted for the table, wash in cold water, pack in jar, pour over them hot spiced vinegar, with a lump of alum the size of a walnut for a gallon jar full. They are ready for the table as soon as cold. Jonn’s WIFE. HADLEY. SWEET CUCUMBER PICKLEs.—Pare cucum- bers of table size, cut them lengthwise into quarters or eighths. according to size. Pour over them boiling brine and let stand 24hours' Take out, drain, and pour on boiling water. Drain again. Prepare a spiced vinegar by adding one cup sugar, one teaspoonful ‘white mustard seed, a stick of cinnamon and a few cloves to one pint of vinegar. Let boil a few minutes and turn over the cucumbers. They are good the following day. The Household Editor "eats pickles with avidity” prep ired in this way. MRS. J. B. DETROIT. ROCK CUCUMBER Plains—Wash and pack cucumbers in a crock in any desired quantity. Make a weak brine of Ashton salt (or pure salt) ; boil, skim and pour over the cucumbers boiling hot. For three successive mornings boil, skim, and return the same brine, pouring on each time boiling hot. Then pour off brine, drain thoroughly. Take one~third best cider vinegar, two-thirds water, and lump of alum; boil, skim and pour over cucumbers boiling hot. The next morning drain 01f the above, and pour on cold vinegar (best cider) ; put in some horseradish. Put horseradish leaves over them, and keep the pickles well under vinegar. If this rule is strictly followed your pickles will keep a year. DRIED SWEET Coax—After the corn is boiled, take a sharp knife and cut through each row of kernels from end to end of cob. Then take the back of a caseknife, and press down on the kernels (holding the large end of the ear up); and you will have the inside of the kernel to dry, and the hull will be on the cob. This dried corn will cook in one hour; and after you have tried it you will never resort to the old method. I can recommend Mrs. Bangs method of canning corn. CHEMICAL SOAP (EXTRA)-—Cut four pounds bar soap in small pieces, add it to fsix gallons of rain water; let boil. Then aid two pounds sal-soda, and when cool stir in four tablespoon- fuls of tu*pentinc, and also four tablespoonfuls. of ammonia. MASON. IF YOU WANT Profitable Employment SEND AT ONCE TO THE NEW LAMB KNITTEH 80., For Full Information. An ordinary operator can earn from one to three dollars per da In any community in the Northern States on our ew Lamb Knitter. 100 Varwtm of Fabric on Same Machine. You can wholly finish twelve pairs ladies’ mn- shaped stockings or twenty pairs socks or mitten: in a day! Ski] ed operators can double this ro- duction. Capacrty and range of work doublegnt of the old Lamb knitting machine. Address The New Lamb Knitter 00.. 117 and 119 Main St., west, Jacxsox, Iron. PERsrs. / _ . V” / _r ' ./////z /// //// _,, w DETROIT, AUGUST 18, 1885. THE HOU§EH©LD===SuppIement. MO THER’S GIRL. Sleeves to the dimpled elbow, Fun in the sweet blue eyes, To and fro upon errands, The little maiden hies. Now she is washing dishes, Now she is feeding the chicks, Now she is playing with pussy, 0r teaching Rover tricks. Wrap;~ ed in a big white apron, Pinned in a checkered shawl. Hanging clothes in the garden, 0h, were she only tall! Hashing the frettul baby, Coaxing his hair to curl, Stepping around so briskly, Because she is nother’s girl. Hunting for eggs in the haymow, Petting old Brindle's calf, Riding Don to the Iasture, With many a ringing laugh. Coming whene’er you call her, Running Wherever sent, Mother‘s girl is a blessing, And mother is well content. _.__«._— HEALTH HINTS. f“ Blessings on the man who invented sleep,” says Sancho Panza, but what shall we invoke upon him who “invented ” in— somnia? Happy indeed those who have never retired to rest, expecting refreshing, healthful slumber, only to find themselves in that condition aptly expressed by the phrase “ as wide awake as an owl!” Med- ical works recognize sleeplessness as a disease, and prescribe for it accordingly. When medicines attack the cause, and cure by removing it, they are invaluable; but when relief is given by the use of sop- orifics, as chloral, morphia and the like, the sleep is not natural, and hence not fully restorative, while every time we resort to such means the dose must be larger, and the effect upon the system is more pronounced. I have suffered much from insomnia, and have tried many things to coax coy sleep to pay me a visit. but have studiously avoided the use of soporifics, believing it is better to be wakeful than stupified in order to sleep. I have tried watching a flock of imaginary sheep, each having a pedigree tracing back totthe “ original importation from Spain,” jump over a pair of imaginary bars, say- ing the multiplication table backward, and repeating nonsense rhymes. I have arisen to. a midnight lunch of whatever was to be found on my premises, oranges, apples, grapes or candy; have applied a wet towel to the base of my alleged brain; taken a sponge bath, or sat down to read the dullest book I could find (having gen- erally the best success with something of McCarthy’s) with varying results in woo- ing Morpheus. Usually the sponge bath proves most efficacious. Sometimes, after mental excitement, a dose of Gelsem— inum—homoepathically prepared, three drops of the “ first dilution ” in alittle wa- ter—will “ send me off.” But not long ago, out of a learned treat. ise on nerves, brain, etc., etc., I sifted a bit of practical information that has help- ed me very' much. If we observe the position of the eyes during these fits of wakefulness we will find that though the lids are closed, the eyeballs are turned up- ward, as if looking at some object above their level, forward outlook. The breath- ing, too, is usually short and hurried. Now, if by an exercise of will power, we can turn the eyeballs down instead of up, and at the same time take deep, full, regular respirations, as we do when sleep- ing, we produce a condition favorable to sleep and “she’s got to come, she can't help it.” I have tried this a number of times, and always. so far, successfully. Tue only trouble is to concentrate the mind on the process of going to sleep; other thoughts must be banished. I do not think it takes over five or eight minutes, perhaps even less, of this regular breathing with the eyes turned downward before “first you know you don’t know nothing.” It is best to try this method at once, as soon as we understand a wakeful night has been laid out for us, concentra— ting the mind on the business of going to sleep. The “philosophy” of it is that it is an excess of blood in the brain which pre- vents sleep. The slow and steady breath- ing, exhalations and inhalations about equal, remove the blood from the brain, wuich, thus relieved, permits sleep. An excellent remedy for weak and in- flamed eyes, when the veins are injected, lids reddened, and lashes matted after sleep by a discharge from the eyes, is simple salt and water. It is also good-for dimness of vision, a condition we de- scribe as having a “blur ” before the sight. Bathe them twice or three times daily in water made perceptibly salt. The sensation is not unpleasant, as one would suppose; tears, you know, are saline. Some prefer hot water to cold, but it is the Salt that bath the virtue. A physician of this city says oculists would have less business and people stronger eyes, were this simple restorative more generally known and used. Try this at least before you decide you must wear glasses, for these, once put on,can seldom be dispens- ed With afterward. A hen one is conscious sight is somewhat impaired, instead of rushing off to an oculist to get “ fitted,” rest the eyes, give up all work that tries them. Sightis the most precious of our senses ;. we cannot afford to risk its loss for present gratification: nor to wear glasses the rest of our lives because of a little weakness, when rest and simple salt and water will cure. If you have bunions which make life a misery, get half an ounce of prime tinc- ture of Thuja occidentalt‘s, and dilute it With one‘fourth its bulk of water. Apply night and morning; and if very bad saturate a bit of cotton and bind it over the joint before retiring. It will relieve the soreness and effect a cure, unless the bunion is constantly aggravated by a tight shoe. The same remedy will alleviate the misery of. come, but will not always cure them. It is almost invariably a cure for bunions. however. My favorite remedy for cold and sore throat is the homely one known to my grandmother. red pepper tea. Not the cayenne pepper of commerce, which is principally brick dust and Venetian red, but the red garden peppers raised for pickles. Make the tea strong, very strong, very hot and very sweet; take half or two- thirds of a cofiee-cupful before retiring, and wake up pretty nearly well next morning. Be a little careful about taking cold again. BEATRIX. ———-—-«.—-—— A must: DAY’S RAMBLE.. Little did I think when I closed my last letter to the Household, awayback in the sweet springtime, that the sultry summer would be waning ere I would write again. “ What have you been doing? Getting the twins and the other 17 off to the sea— side?” “ Not a bit of it. I’ve been doing ‘ road work.’ ” How Persis and every other conserva— tive woman in our little coterie bridles and champs her “ bit ” at that bold state- ment, while every radical remnant of Eve in the crowd smiles and exclaims “One more link loosened in the chain that en- slaves us,” while I, oh ladies! pardon the plebeian performance! place my thumb against my knows, pretend my digits have an ague, and inform you that you both fret and rejoice without cause, for Ihave only been working on that time honored, undisputed, never-to-be-ignored highway that leads direct to the mas- culine heart—namely—the masculine 2 THE HOUSEHOLD. stomach. ’Tis a “hard road to trabble” these hot summer days, and every sister should see that she carries a “ rebate.” Whenever the baking and brewing, the broiling and stewing have become mono- tonous to irksomeness, Ihave taken down “de shubble an’ de hoe,” rushed out among my flower beds and gone to rais- ing hob with pig weed and pulst y, clov< r and catnip. And ’tis wonderful—the tranquilizing influence upon the tense and fretted nerves—of a couple of hours’ work out where the lilies and the roses are “a growing and a blowing” under the sky and over the sod. Ah, those lilies! Too lovely to stay. One majestic stalk bore twelve perfect flowers, five inches in diameter, white and bright as frosted snow, with afragrance deep and dainty—equalled only by that of their golden sisters. What lessons of life, of death, of beauty, of peace, these silent, swiftly perishing things do teach us way— ward earth-bound beings, as they lift their sweet faces into the light! ’Tis a dull rainy day—the one we have been wishing for—coming just in the “nick of time ” between wheat and oats. Business on the farm is at a halt while the heavens drip their elixir upon the thirsty earth. I have just finished reading “ Rosario,’: a little book written by Mrs. Clemens and Mrs. Willing, who went in 1880 as mis- sionaries to the city of Rosario in the Argentine Republic in South America. The book is very interesting, as it takes its reader right to South America, and shows her the people, places, customs and country quite defacto. Without in- tent or planning on my part my summer reading, so far, has been mostly “ within the tropics ;" even the novels that I have read for “dessert” have been of fabrics found in tropical territory. Who of the Household have read Miss Woolson’s “East Angels?” The heart that dictated Hrs. Thorn’s death bed confession to Margaret is familiar with the “shams” that are made up in the “green room ” of feminine life. A brave body and a strong, still spirit trying to keep an imprisoned heart from beating its life out against its prison-walls! E. L. N m. Hons-rN-rnn-Hrnns. SCALES OF THE GAR-FISH. Every one seems to have the specimen craze now, and I suppose I have it too. I have lately received from Florida a nice box of gar-fish scales. They are beauti— ful, and do not look a bit like fish scales. They are about an inch long, fan shaped, and hard as a bone. I have given several to friends who wear them as charms on their watch chains. Some of the scales are ivory white, others of a reddish tinge. My Florida friend who sent me the scales says the gar-fish is the terror of every- thing in the southern waters, that fisher- men avoid them, as they will instantly snap the stoutest line, or break the strongest nets. Their teeth are very sharp, and they are covered with a com- plete coat of mail of these scales, and are able to resist the attack of anything on jand or sea. He says this was one he shot ‘ with his rifle while the gar-fish was sun- ning himself on the surface of the lake. I have many more of these scales than I care for, and if any one would like a pair you may have them and welcome, by sending a stamp to pay the postage. MRS. F. A. WARNER. Essr Saemaw. W IN THE HAMMOCK. One more perfect summer’s day at its close, I mused, as I watched from my swinging seat under the grand old trees a sunset so rich in its glory that it thrilled my whole soul into passionate wonder. I felt my heart awed into gratefulness for this beautiful token of the Creator’s love, His thought visible in nature. Then I curled myself in the hammock, placing under my head the book I had been studying, one of Evans’ Metaphys- ical works, hoping thus to absorb some- thing memory had failed to grasp. Grand themes he oflers for contemplation! Not yet convinced of my great and uncon- querable ignorance sufficiently to rest on it and forego the headaches I might, I pondered the questions: Are thoughts, ideas, the only existing things? Is there no external world independent of a per- ceiving mind? How may we become truly spiritual, and how free thought from the limitations of time and space? Can we attain a heavenly state here upon earth? The quotation, “ Every thing ex- ists in the form of husband and wife, without which nothing could subsist," occurred to me again, and I drew the somewhat erratic conclusion that no wo- man need to be unduly anxious about marriage, for her mate exists somewhere and will appear as soon as she is prepared for that state. While thus perplexed in thought over idealistic philosophy, twilight grew ap ace, and clothed the earth in shadows. The calm of nature was undisturbed; one great star dared the dying day, and shone with trembling light in the pale vault of the eastern sky. But now I hear voices, and see ap- proaching my retreat a man and woman. They pause at a little distance, enjoying the calm beauty of the night. I know them and love them. Let me tell you how they seem to me now as the soft light shines full upon their faces. The woman is young, yet not girlish. “Is she pretty and good?” would be the masculine order of putting the question of woman’s good qualities. Her face and manner are pure, womanly, full of earnestness and thought. You will find in her woman’s grace and nebleness, yet she is not beautiful. Her companion is older, and a man having the dignity and strength of middle age; there are even silver threads in his dark hair and heard, yet his manner is chival- rous and youthful. His eyes are kind and full of tenderness, and though the lines of the mouth are very firm, I know he is gentle as well as brave. Thought I, I would like to ask his aid in my metaphy- sical mudd'e, but I will not disturb them by the consciousness of my presence. Perhaps you would not think them husband and 'wife, because of the disparity of years. It used to seem strange to me, but she says they wed because they loved; heart and judgment sanctioned their union, which is surely the grandest reason in all the world. Then, too, all must see how illy life is computed by years; it is thought, pain, soul‘culture, experience, which make us men and we- men. Not everything is to be considered solely in reference to time and material interests. The life and desire of the soul - plan for eternity. Love instinctively finds its own. Whether we pause or hasten amid life’s myriad avenues, what is our own shall find us. However our conduct may appear to others, we act wisely when we have the best reasons for pursuing any given course. We may not judge, since we understand not others’ needs. Love is gradually built: we climb up to sit on the rounds of respect, esteem, ad- miration, confidence, trust, reverence, obedience, knowledge, truth—let any one of these rounds be displaced or broken, the crovvning summit of love is shaken. But our friends, in earn est conversation, have seated themselves on the ground, and are in happy unconsciousness of my close proximity, which surely proves that ideas are the only really existing things to them, and perception fails to inform them that the external world furnishes those ideas a listener and reporter. “But, married people,” you ask, “what will there be of interest to us in their conver- sation ?” Listen, the wife speaks: “ I think with joy how surely we may know our Father’s thoughts through their beau- tiful expression in nature. We may read his love and helpfulness as clearly as on the printed page we come into communi- cation with human thought.” Then lay- ing her hand on his she adds: “ But more glad and strong and happy I am to—night because of the human love, the Divine touching life into radiant glory through a warm, grand, human heart 1” Ah! I thought, those are sweet words; the weariness of the day will vanish in such an helpful atmosphere. That offers, in part, a solution of the question, “ How to become spiritual.” It is through the knowledge and blessedness of human and Divine love. In their lives is spiritual growth, and what is love without that? But what does he reply? Oh! Love fraught with the helpfulness of beautiful expression! I saw him press the warm hand to his lips, and heard him call her, “ My queen!” I know there was the glory and wonder of a new revelation in her eyes. I almost envied her as I said within my heart, love is the strength and beauty of life, truly it is a story of eternal duration. Now he speaks again: “ But the ques. tion of love is a boundless one. ‘ God is love,’ and love is God. Love fills the uni- verse and includes all within it, seeks to build, strengthen and beautify all. Itis the native element of the soul, its life, its power. It must include the race in order to find its completeness of being. Less than that limits its activity, dwarfs its powers, and makes us narrow and sel- fish.” “You think I have not considered love THE HOUSEHOLD 3 in its fullness ?” she asked. “ Doubtless I have not. We shall perhaps never know all of love’s meaning, that would be to encompass all wisdom. The love I spoke of is that which the soul requires to com- plete its own being, since without union nothing can exist in completeness. True love is not wholly individual: as you say, it includes the race. The love-na‘ure of a great and generous heart knows no limit. It reaches out into infinity, builds for eternity. The objects of love may fade and die, love itself is indestructible. Yet law may center in expression upon the individual who is lovely to us, and such expression should be always sweet to us. It does not narrow love, it simply proves the soul’s recognition of some— thing beautiful and helpful. We are self- made in that we recognize what we desire, seek what we need, and in every act of life follow out the inner principle of self- help. Yet it is beautifully ordained that ‘ we be unselfish even in self-help, for we can never build up a fair life-structure without aiding and perfecting all lives, including our own. Some natures are more helpful to us than others, for in our intercourse with each we are restrained by the laws governing and building that life.” “Yes,” replied the companion,‘ let every one understand his own heart and the issues of his life, then he may also know those who love him.” “That is true,” said she, “ and no sel- fish, prejudiced person will ever love you. We must come into harmony with any life in order to give or receive. A natural blending of lives should be proof of her mony, and a safeguard against distrust, for the God-like impulse of humanity is to trust, help. love.” There, said I, not stopping for his re- ply, (which I think had special signifi- cance for her alone) in their lives is help- fulness, the highest law and the other name of life and harmony, the highest law of Heaven. I’ve believed firmly in this truth ever since I began to under- stand it,” “Each finds his heaven when all is harmony in his own life.” And here heaven is more beautiful and expansive because of perfect union; for do not ‘ lives, like rivers, lent, take in a broader heaven?’ Now one question remains, and I really believe it is fairly cleared up right here before my eyes; here is“thought freed from the limitations of time and space,” surely, for it must be past ten o’clock and harvest time, and yet those two are oblivious to everything but ideas. Here, in my haste, and forgetfulness of the " limitations of matter,” I failed to extricate myself gracefully from the hammock, and in my contact with terra firma, womaniike, ut tered an exclamation of surprise, which quickly brought my friends to my side, much surprised to find I had been “so near and yet so far” from them all the evening. Then I had to ask pardon for “ keeping so quiet,” and it was grant- ed, when I told them, through their in- structions, I was a thorough convert to the philosophy of idealism. STRONG MINDED GIRL. Lnsnn. EVANGALINE’S DEFENSE. “ The friend who holds the mirror to your face, And hiding none, is not a'raid to trace Your faults, your smallest blemishes within; Who friendly warns, reproves you if you sin—- Although it seems not so, he is your frit nd. But he who ever flattering, gives you praise, And ne‘er rebukes, nor censures, nor delays To come with eagerness and grasp your hand, And pardon you, ere pardon you demand— Hc is your enemy, though he seem your friend.’ “Old School Teacher,” [think you are just a little bit hard on me in your last article. I am afraid that you did not read “Waste in the Kitchen ” as a good school teacher ought to, or you would see that I was not talking about farmers at all; the article was suggested by reading about so much want and suffering last winter by mechanics and laborers of different kinds, who were thrown out of employ- ment, and had made no provision of any kind for a rainy day, and it was attribut- ed in a measure to incompetency on the part of the wives in managing their households. I have personal knowledge also of much poor cooking and wanton waste in such homes. No, I must say that I think there is a superior article of bread made in our farm homes; in fact if you want to sit down to a well spread table go to a farm house for it. I also have an excellent opinion of the Tecumseh ladies; my brother married his wife in Tecumseh, and she is a fine woman. I am really sorry that I gave offense, although in- noce ntly, for the ladies of the Household have shown me so much kindness that I should dislike to lose their good opinion. EVANGALINE. BATTLE CREEK. ———w———— A CHANCE FOR INVENTIVE GENIUS. I want a new kitchen utensil, some- thing not yet invented. The pressing need of the article is this: We much pres fer salt rising bread to that made with yeast, but generally go without, because of inability to keep the “rising” at ex- actly the right temperature on a common stove, though the pitcher containing it travel from oven to top of reservoir, and all around the stovepipe. Conse~ quently it is late in rising and the bread is not ready to bake till evening. Now if somebody would invent some kind of an incubator to keep it at exactly the right temperature, with a common kerosene lamp for instance, it would rise in six hours. Are housekeepers, like poets, born, not made? I envy housekeepers I know who seem to delight in their work, who would not want any of it lessened because of their pleasure in every detail. I think it must be one of the happiest fates in life to have a work in which you can put your whole heart; to have joy and duty all one. But after twenty years’ faithful trial of it I confess I don’t like it. Not but what my share of it is done, because my loved ones shall not suffer from any neglect of mine. And to come down to particulars I quite appreciate nicely cooked, appetizing meals myself. Then 'clean clothes are a necessity, and where there is much to be done order must be maintained, or the wheels are clogged at once. Occasionally, like Aunt Dinah in Uncle Tom's Cabin, I have " -.-laring up spells,” spasms which always attack me after a visit to a neighbor who is an enthusiastic housekeeper. But the next day the thought of the total hopelessness of it all chills my energies. No matter in what perfect condition you have brought every thing to night, the same routine (with a few extras), must be gone over to-morrow. You can spend the whole forenoon in preparing a dinner which the family and those hired men will demolish in twenty minutes, leaving only a chaos of dirty dishes to be washed, and have the knowledge that the same thing must be gone through at supper time. Moreover, I like to help my bus band in the momentous business of getting along in the world, and house- keeping instead of adding to the family pocketbook is always taking out. Still, as I expect it to be my lifework for the years to come, I should be glad to culti- vate a liking for it if some one will tell me how. HULDAH PERKINS. PIONEER. “-90,—— SUN DRY ITEMS. I have been intending for some time to reply to the lady who had trouble With the chocolate not meltin g, but owing to the advent of baby No. 2, have neglected it. I have never had any trouble with Baker’s chocolate myself, but L. of Climax, says she had the same trouble once, when the cake of chocolate had been exposed to the air for some time. Hope she will try again with better success. I see in the last Household another speaks of failure in packing ham without cooking. I cannot understand it, for I have packed mine in that way for four years, and have kept it perfectly until December. Did she, I wonder, do as a neighbor of mine did, set the crock on the stove while she packed it, and the heat drew the juice of the meat so that the lower portion of it was not good. I want to thank several of the sisters for information about rubbers for the Colby washer; you can obtain good ones at Reading, Hillsdale County, for twenty cents a pair. I can echo D. P. Dewey’s remark about the little paper bringing peace to the household, for now the “ gude men” and I each have a piece to read. I say “long life to it.” M. r. o. BATTLE CREEK. ——-—-...——_ SKELETONIZING LEAVES . One of our correspondents asks if it is too late to prepare skeleton leaves, and if not, would like to know the process. No; it is not too late. There are two pro- cesses for skeletonizing, one of which re- quires the leaves to be soaked for several weeks in rain water, till the cellular matter or “green ” will easily separate from the veins. This is a tedious and unpleasant process, but is said to yield the most per- fect leaves. The other method is to boil them for an hour in a quart of water in which four ounces of washing soda have been dissolved, to which two ounces of :12...“ uwmarmmwmm w .> v -..u.',l 4. THE HOUSEHOLD. slaked quicklime is added. Dissolve the soda in the boiling water, add the lime and boil ten or fifteen minutes, then pour of the clear liquid to boil the leaves in. If atithe end of the hour the parenchyma does not easily separate from the veins by gently rubbing between the thumb and finger, under cold water, boil a little longer, then try again. Care must be taken not to rub hard enough to break the delicate network of veins, and it is necessary to boil more leaves than are needed to provide for damage in skele- tonizing. The skeletons must be bleached, as they are of a dirty white color. To do this lay them in chlorine water, made by addinga teaspoonful of chloride of lime to a quart of water. Some advise the'addition of a few drops of vinegar. Leavethem in the bleach fifteen minutes; if left too long they are brittle and break in making up. Dry under gentle pressure. As regards the best leaves to use, the various sizes of maple leaves, oak, elm, beech, ferns, sumach, give pretty and varied shapes. Large, coarse leaves do not make up prettily. Fine wire and a pair of pincers are the only “ tools ” nec- essary. The leaves are usually clustered as aflat bouquet against a black velvet background, or in a round one to be kept under a glass shade. _...____..._____ ANSWERS T0 CORRESPON DENTS. M. AJR. asks whether, in speaking or writing to awite‘, her husband’s title, if he have onegshoulti be given her, as “Mrs. Judge Smith.”rv N0; the wife is simply Mrs. Smith. The wife of General Grant is known, .in: society, as plain “ Mrs. Grmt.”‘v’l‘he wife of a man elected mayor of aninterior-city‘ provoked much good humored laughter by having her visiting cards .printed"‘i'Mrs. Mayor —-—-.” It is the wives of-small' dignitaries who are most anxiousto assume the titles of their husbands. ‘An eastern paper tells the story oféa happening at a seaside hotel where a pailzofi salt water was placed at the door ofteach guest’s room every morn ing. These pails were labeled "Smith,” “ Browm’? or otherwise, accordzng to the occupant. The: wife of a newly made judge co nvulsed the boarders by afi‘ixing to thespail ather ‘door the legend “ Mr. and. Mrs. Judge Jones.” 'thmber‘”-wants to know if she shall “bang” her hairornot, and would like the opinions of the Household on “bangs.” No, Amber. Life is too short and type-setting too costly to waste either on so trivial amatter. The Declaration of Independence secures to every American citizen of: either-«sex, regardless of age, colory or “previous condition of servi- tude” the right to life. liberty—and bangs. ‘ INFORMATION WANTED. .-"‘:',‘ ' ‘.1.l_’l 3:1 Williso'me one tell us how to 'make good cheese ‘on a small’scale, to weigh from twelveitojflf‘teeh’poutids? I now some- thing 'alitiutf i"it;’”i'1'a've made a few, but wish“ to :knzov'vf‘iithers’ methods. What makes‘ch‘cese strong? I’am a great lover of 2 chéeihibiit want-ave:- mild and soft- 'Should the whey be hurried ofi the curd while warm, or is it best to let it drain partially? What is the rule for salting, and what would be the consequence if too much salt was put in? How long should the cheese remain in the press? Should it be cured in a dry, cool, or warm place? Is it necessary to grease the cheese after the first time? What would be the con- sequence if the curd should be scalded too much, or not enough? MRS. M. C. M. Srs‘rnn Laxxs. Mas. J. P. PHILLIrs, of Wiener, would be obliged if some one would tell her how to bleach a fine white straw hat. Can anybody give the exact “ how to do it?” Sulphur fumes, “ brimstone in a barrel” -is the medium employed by milliners— or used to be, but we are not informed as to the precise method. ——-——-..._.___ Tm! Household Editor acknowledges the receipt of a couple of the gar-fish scales which Mrs. Warner ofiers to give to those who write for them. We infer this fish to be the fresh-water gar-fish or alligator-gar. from the rhomboid form of the scales, which resemble a bit of coarse- grained ivory, and are curiously fluted, almost as if carved. Those who are col- lecting specimens for a cabinet will find them not uninteresting, especially if they study up the natural history of their specimens, in which lies the only benefit of "specimens.” __...____ IN the little book kept by the House hold Editor, in which are entered the names and addresses of contributors, there are many names of those who have written but once or twice. We would be glad to hear from them again, as well as from our more regular contributors. Do not be selfish, but describe your house- hold helps and conveniencies for others’ benefit; if you makeapretty ornament for your home, tell the Household how it was done; if you find away to lighten labor, let your discovery lift the burden for another. Let us help each other by asking questions, giving advice, and dis— closing our needs, our aims, and ambi— tions, thus helping while being helped. ..___...____ Contributed Recipes. PICKLED CABBAGE.— Pack a three gallon crock full of cabbage; if you like onions, take a quart, sliced thin; two quarts vinegar, or sufiieient to cover the cabbage; two pounds of brown sugar; two tablespoonfuls ground mus- tard, two of black pepper, two of cinnamon, two of tumeric, two of celery seed, one of all. Spice, one of mace, one of pulver- ized alum. Pack the cabbage and on ions in alternate layers with , a little s-tlt between; let stand until next day; then scald the vinegar, sugar and spices together and pour over the cabbage. Do this three mornings in succession. The fourth morning put all together over the fire and let boil for five minutes; when cold pack in small jars. It is fit for use as soon as cold. Splendid. RIPE Tortuous—Three cups of ripe toma- toes, prepared; put in one quart boiling water, cook nine minutes; then add one even tea- spoonful soda, half a pint of sweet cream, a piece of butter, salt and pepper. Have some crackers in a dish, pour the tomatoes over and serve hot. DnEssmd non COLD SLAM—Take six hard boiled eggs, chop the whites with the cabbage. Mix the yolks with 3. tables ooonful of mustard, teaspoonful of pepper, a piece of butter size of an egg, melted, and put in a small teacupful of strong vinegar. Mas. T. W. Seamus. Bar-rm CREEK. Sor'r GINGER Unis—Three eggs; one cup butter; half cup sour cream; half cup skim milk; one cup New Orleans molasses; four cups sifted flour; one tablespoonful ginger; two small teaspoonfuls soda. COFFEE CAKE—TWO eggs; one cu}? dark brown sugar; one cup New Orleans molasses; one cup cold coffee; four cups sifted flour; one cup raisins, washed and dried, and then rolled in flour; one cup English currants; half cup butter; one teaspoonful each ground spices; one teaspoonful soda; one teaspoonful lemon extract. CORN Basso—Two cups buttermilk; three- fourths cup molasses; two cups corn meal; one and a half cups white flour; small tablespoon- ful soda, dissolved in the buttermilk; tea- spoonful salt. Steam three hours. To be eaten hot. Slice and steam when you wish to warm up. ' PARKER Honsn ROLLs.—0ne pint scalded milk; let it cool, and add two tablespoonfuls of sugar, two of lard, two of hop yeast; 9. tea- spoonful salt. In winter mix the batter over night; in the morning knead, setto rise again, and at noon roll out very thin, out in large rounds, put on a piece of butter and fold the dough over. Let rise, and bake for tea. In summer mix early in the morning, instead of at night. 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