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Little Dutch Gretchen came over the sea
With an aunt instead of her mother,

“As like,” so little Dutrh Gretchen told me,
“ As like as one pea to another.‘

Little Dutch Gretchen fell sick on the way.
A—sailing upon the dark water;

The captain came down to the cabin each day.
And called her his patient Dutch daughter.

Little Dutch Gretchen took pretzels and beer,
Hoping she soon would be better;

And at last when the end ofthe journey was near.
Dutch Gretchen sent homeward a letter.

" I’m better,” Dutch Gretchen wrote first on the
page,
“ And my aunt is as kind as my mother;
But never a prison bird, shut in a cage,
Longed more to give one for the other.

“ There is a look, and a tone, and a tenderer way,
A bosom more gentle to lie on,

And, mother, a love that will never grow gray.
And a heart that is blessed to die on.

'5 So, mother, I’ve said to the captain to—night,
To Bremen I’ll sail back most gladly,

To tell you, if ct anging one’s mother is right,
It’s a trade that will cheat a child sadly.”

And little Dutch Gretchen went home o’er the sea,
And gave back her aunt for her mother;
“ For they’re not ml the same.” said Dutch
Gretchen to me,
“ Though like as one pea to another.”

——Oopied for the Household by Bessie M. Gar-
lock, of Howell.

 

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I have been asked to “please answer
my own puzzles.” that is. the questions I
gave to the HOUSEHOLD readers a few
weeks ago. The first was “What shall
the wife do when her husband neglects or
refuses to furnish her conveniences for
doing her work, while at the same time
he makes use of all modern improvements
in his own?”

What would I do? That depends. It
1s a question one cannot answer for «an—
other, since circumstances, disposition
and temperament of both men and wo—
men must inevitably differ in every in-
stance. The plan successful in one case
might fail utterly in another, owing to
individual idiosyncracies. The woman
who thus suffers must take the problem
to her own heart, and solve it by her own
ingenuity and woman’s wit, aided by her
wifely love. Many will fail through want
of harmony with the person to be influ-
enced, a misconception of the right meth
ed, the attempted enforcement of the
wrong. For that reason, every loving
wife should carefully study her husband’s
disposition and temper, that she may

be exerted upon him. There would be
far less of marital unhappiness and dis~
content if each would study the other’s
character and individuality, and accomo-
date themselws to the other’s nature.
Such a perfect harmony of thought and
purpose is so charming in married life,
gives such satisfaction and content, that
it is worth the careful observation, the
self—abnegation, the study necessary to
secure it.

A few general principles apply to such
a question as we have before us. Com.
plaining, fault—finding, fretting, are in-
variably unwise; they operate against the
wife’s influence. Tears may gain a point
at first, but few men sympathize with a
“Job Trotter” even in petticoats; there
is no argument in tears, and, the ”pathet-
ic dodge ” soon encases the husband in an
armor of indifference. A torrent of words
from a scolding woman may overhear re»
sistance, but inclines the sufferer to seek
refuge in flight. What then is left for a
woman to do, if she can neither scold nor
cry?
I believe there is a great deal in begin-
ning right. The newly wedded wife is
timid about insisting on her wifely rights
in business. She has a natural but un-
called-for reluctance to ask for money or
make her wants known. Her lover an-
ticipated her wants, why should all this
be changed on the wedding day, and she
be compelled to ask for what is her just
right? So she goes without, in her foolish
pride, letting her husband remain un-
thoughtful of her needs. The custom of
providing an over—abundant trousseau is
another hindrance to the just cr nception
of his duties by the young husband. He
finds his wife costs him little or nothing
for a year or more after marriage, and
comes to think she can get along with
“little or nothing” the rest of her life;
and too, many begin housekeeping with
much to buy and little to buy with. and
the natural impulse on the loving wife’s
part is to help along on the hard road by
doing without all but the bare necessaries
of life. To a certain extent, this is right
and commendable, but it is possible to
carry the idea too far, so that one is edu-
cated in selfish absorption for his own
purposes, while the altruism of the other
makes her own life barren of much it
should hold for the family’s sake.
I should try to begin right. When the
returns from the first harvest came in all
should not be invested in farm imple—
ments and machinery, or even applied on

 

know in what way her influence may best

lice present good entirely to a problem—
atical future. The life of the mind and
heart is more necessary to the true aim of
existence than the physical life. I should
claim, and prove the justice of try claim
by sound logic, that a modest percentage
of that sum was ours, to be employed in
making home pleasant and providing
helps to my work; and by consultation
with, and deferring to the taste of the
“other partner,” I should aim to inter-
est him in the work of building a shrine
for our household gods; nor should I be
afraid to let him know it took money to
do it, just as well as to carry on the farm.
There are few men so thoroughly in grain~
ed in selfishness that by beginning right
they may not be made to take a just view
of the wife’s work; they are not designed-
1y unkind, in most cases; it is carelessness
and want of thought. They would not

make the woman’s sacrifices; often they

think them uncalled-for because they do

not understand the woman—nature; if she

chooses to make them, it must be because

she chooses, and that is her affair.

But if I had to manage a husband
whose selfishness was ingrained in his
very nature, till it had become his real
self, I should attack him through that
selfishness, I should try the “ Rarey
method ;” he should feel, through his own
selfish nature, the power of selfishness
in another operating against him. The
ways of doing this must depend on time
and place. If my household conveniences
were not what my husband’s means war—
ranted, and I had been refused better
without due reason, the results would
be apparent in domestic machinery sadly
out of gear, and consequent discomfort
to the head centre. Without one cross
or impatient word, “tranquil as a sum—
mer morn” myself, I should make him
feel “ the times were on: of joint.” For
instance: If I had used an old “elevated
oven” stove till the Men would not bake,
and I could not have a new one when
profits warranted it, there would be such
a season of “ slack” bread and raw pie-
crust as would strike terror to his soul.
To protest and grumble would be return‘
ed the pleasant answer “It’s too bad,
but that oven is so poor.” When the new
stove came. as come it would after a
penitential season such as I have indicat-
ed, his favorite dishes, “done to a turn,”
would be his reward. Instead of doing

“ the best I could ” I should do the worst
I knew how, but all the while, like
usam'lof Posen,” I should be ” the in—

 

a possible mortgage. I should not sacri-

 

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other circumstances, I might go to town
and buy what I needed, and order the bill
sent to my husband and “ have it out ”
in that fashion; this, never, though, un-
less certain it was selfish want of appre-
ciation of my needs, not financial inabil-
ity, which denied me. Under any cir-
cumstances, however, I should not join
the foolish sisterhood who “ get along”
with nothing while their husbands try
all the new fashions in farm helps, for
to “ suffer and be still” in such unneces-
sary ways I do not consider noble or dig-
nified.

As for the other conundrum, in which
the small boy threw the piece of apple in
his father’s face because he could not
have the whole, I should have felt that
duty to the child demanded aprostrate
position across my knee, and the prompt
and energetic “reversion of the magnetic
currents." What the father actually did
was this: “ There, there, Freddy, don’t
cry, you shall have it.” He took the
apple from the six year old owner, and
gave it to the three year old; picked up
the discarded piece and ofiered it to the
elder, who refused it and began to cry.
Then the father slapped his mouth.

BEATRIX.

-—--—-uo———

FROM OVER SEAS.

One who has never taken an ocean voy
age naturally feels some nervousness and
excitement over the first one. I did not
escape this feeling, and on the morning of
sailing,as it was rainy, experienced some
blueness and misgivings at leaving the
dear native land. The weather brightened,
however,about the hour of departure, and
a goodly company gathered at the Jersey
pier to say “ Bon voyage” to the passen-
gers by the “ Waesland.” There is the us-
ual bustle in looking up baggage and get_
ting it safely on board,then we go over the
steamer, examine our quarters, wonder—
ing if we can ever sleep in those narrow
boxes of beds, to say nothing of dressing
in such tiny rooms with the boat rolling
and pitching about, perhaps. She seems
now, however, only bound on some
sunny pleasure trip instead of a long
journey over a trackless waste of waters,
for the cabins and state rooms are filled
with flowery tributes, the offerings from
friends to those who leave home behind,’
braving the possible discomforts of an
ocean voyage to $8”. the treasures of the
old world. We come back on deck to
witness the final preparations for leaving,
which the pompous purser superintends
with an air of owning the vessel as well
as passengers. At last the friends who
have come to see us off, are warned they
must say the last good—byes by the
sounding of the hoarse fog-horn, the
gang-plank is taken up, the great doors
shut down between the faces of loved
ones, those on the pier crowd to the end,
waving us away with hearty huzzas. We
watch them through tear-dimmed eyes,
as our vessel moves across the bay. Soon

we pass the forts and the Bartholdi
pedestal, straining our sight to see as
long as possible the Brooklyn bridge,
perhaps the longest in the world, and the

spires and notable buildings of the me-

tropolis of our country. At last they are

swallowed up in the distance, and toward
night even the line of old Manhattan
beach fades from our vision. Our pilot
leaves us and we are fairly launched on
the bosom of old ocean. What has it in
store for us, sunny days and a fair voy-
age. or storms and the unpleasant experi—-
ence of seasickness likely to follow?
How strange to one at least was the first
night, with no companion, tossing on the
great waves, in her ears that ominous
sound of the fog~hornl One has a feel-
ing of desolation; of isolation from all
the world, never experienced before.
The first day out proves sunny, and the
passengers begin to make themselves
comfortable and at i-ome. Getting ac-
quainted on ship-board is an interesting
feature of ocean travel. The process is
not a long one. We are a little world of
ourselves now, bound together for the
time being in our close quarters and by
our common separation from home and
the dear ones. The formalities which
seem a part of us on land fall aWay quick-
ly, and one sees I believe the best and
friendliest side of his fellow traveller.
An old sea—voyager can rarely be an un-
so :ial fellow.

It is fortunate perhaps that we get
very indolent, as there is little to do and
it is pleasant to lie lazily on deck, watch—
ing the swelling, white-capped waves,
the sea gulls dipping their tireless wings,
occasionally a sail moving slowly along
the horizon. We begin to talk now of
America as far away and all are quite ac-
customed to what at first seemed small
quarters. The few who felt some qualms
at the rolling of the vessel straggle back
to their place at the dining table. Eat-
ing is one of the chief amusements. To
Americans who are accustomed to throw
down their food in the ten and twenty-
minutes alloted at railway stations.
wading through the long bill of fare,
which is the regular table d’hote of the
continent, seems a tiresome thing indeed.
The Germans, who make up the most of
the passengers, take kindly to this slow
feeding process and wash down the
queerly cooked German dishes with
copious libations of wine and beer. The
fare is very good in the main, and the
attendance excellent. The Red Star Line
has many points in its favor as a route
from America to Europe. Landing one
directly on the continent, the changes in
England and crossing the channel are
avoided. For some this will be found
very pleasant. Our captain is unlike the
accepted notion of the chief officer on a
great ship;he is as gentle and low—voiced
as a woman, firm one can see by the close
set lips, yet the eyes have a merry twinkle.
A fog finds him at his post on the bridge,
all night it may be. Our journey has
been so free from the disagreeable fea~
tures, storm and fog, that we have not
missed him often from the head of our
table. Every trifle which can vary the
monotony of each day is turned to the
best account. The steerage passengers
amuse themselves at night dancing and

 

singing to the music of an accordeon. the

sailors who are off duty by performing

athletic feats. One is tied fast to another,

thus joined they execute some difficult

figures and finally. extricate themselves
from the knotted ropes. Another, sitting
on a small bottle, which is turned on its
side, places his feet on a broom handle.
Sitting on this unstable seat he threads a
needle. One day I went to the bottom
of the ship, 500 feet itis from the deck,
to see the great engine, the machine for
distilling water, the pumping engines,
and the indicator, which tells us while we
are looking, that the main shaft is mak—
ing 58 revolutions per minute. We go
down, down the open, iron stairway,
backwardglest we become dizzy and fall.
Everything is black and the ladies gather
up their skirts to keep them from the dirt
and the oil. which drips from every part
and keeps the whole vast machine run—
ning smoothly. Whata noise! We can
scarcely hear the polite mate’s expiana‘
tions. It is from here that we hear the
the beat. beat, subdued by the time it.
reaches us, with which our good vessel,
straining and creaking. bears on her way.
In front of the great furnaces are the
stokers; black and perspiring, they look
in the red glare like veritable inhabitants
of the lower regions. They endure the
intense heat four hours,when they are re—
lieved and after fourhours’rest go on duty
again. We expend some pity on them for
spending so much of their lives down in
this dark uncomfortable place,and I won-
der if, for any sin committed in some
previous existence perhaps, these poor
fellows are passing through this sort of
purgatory. We are glad to leave the
stifling air and mount up again into the
sunshine.

We congratulate ourselves as the days
go by on the favors Neptune has shown
us. The tempestous anger of the sea-
god has been withheld, and all the grand
sights of old ocean in its calm and pleas-—
ant aspect have been granted us. One of
these was a view of nine or ten icebergs,
the largest several hundred feet in length
and ahundred in height. With glasses
we could easily see the ribbed and water
worn appearance of the sides and
the Wide fissures on the glistening
tops. We spent the morning in
their company, but they seemed
the rightful occupants of the wide
waters. ourselves some intruders, and we
did not venture too near to disturb their
privacy. Another day, which had seemed
only a repetition of other fair days was
crowned as one of the best, for we not
only saw some of the live monsters of the
deep, huge whales, spouting and splash-
ing, but later, at sunset, a strange and
beautiful effect of light on the waves.
Near us the water was glassy and smooth,
sea and sky dull and overcast, far olf-
near the horizon, was what appeared to
be a lake of fire from which the waves
leaped like tongues of flame to the leaden
clouds. The whole remains a picture in
my mind, lovely and yet startling, worth
crossing many miles of ocean to see.

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steamer of the Allan Line, the first one
we have seen, for ships are not very so-
cial. We give this one a greeting by
burning our red light and they respond
with a yellow one. We wish them as fair
and safe a' voyage asours has been, set-
ting ofi towards the home we have left,so
long ago it seems now. All night we
keep near the southern English coast and
in the morning are in sight of Dover’s
White Cliffs, Shakspeare’s cliffs. some
one calls them. Later we pass the town
with its castle and fortifications. There
is a soft, gray light over the cliffs, which
is particularly beautiful. At only one
point do we near France sufficiently to
distinguishthe low-lying coast. Again
the ship isa scene of bustle, the sailors
clean the decks. furl anl put clean
covers over the sa=ls, the waiters are
scouring and polishing the dining room,
everything literally shines, the stewards
make up the beds freshly and we seem
somehow quite turned out of our com—
fortable places. The passengers discard
their rough sea-suits and appear in such
fresh garb one concludes that fine
feathers have a great deal to do with mak-
ing fine birds.

Our first glimpse of a continental town
is obtainedjust at night, when we reach
old sea-walled Flushing, with its fort
and odd red-tiled houses. Here we take
on a German looking pilot, who wears
little gold ear-rings and is said to know
nothing else but how to take ships up
he Scheldt river. However true this
may be, he pilots our vessel safely up be-
tween the low, green banks of Holland
and Belgium. On either hand stretch
long, regular lines of trees; wind-mills
lift their long arms against the crimson
sunset; queer, low houses With thatched
roofs nestle among the green, and from
some of the tiny churches sweet-toned
bells send out their evening chimes. Soon
the lights of Antwerp shine over the
water and we are landed at its great ship
ping docks. There are joyful greetings
between loved ones long separated, hasty
partings between steamer friends, and
some misgivings, some heart sinking for
those who have no friends to meet them
and hear for the first time this strange
jargon, the Flemish tongue. The sun-
shine of the morning dissipates any feel.
ing of sadness however, and we look
about with wonder in our eyes at the odd
sights which this quaint old city aflords.
Of some of its interesting places I will
perhaps write you in a future letter.

DELlA BENTON.

Axrwmr. Belgium.

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CHILDREN’S FANCY STOCKINGS.

 

I send directions for knitting children’s
stockings, furnished by a neighbor who
has alittle trot of her own to knit for,
knitted with stripe and vine, using two
colors; for convenience we will say red
and gray: When your stocking is long
enough to begin to stripe, Commence by
knitting once around with the red, _six
times with the gray, then four times with
red, until you have three stripes of red,
then seven times around with gray. Be—
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have the right number of stitches so you
can knit in fives; first five red, and then
five gray, having no two colors come to-
gether, using gray for foundation. Using
two balls, commence with the red.
knit five red, then five gray,
until you have knit five times
around, carrying it one stitch farther out
every time around (this makes the leaf
diamond shaped); the sixth time around
knit only the first stitch red,
nine gray, then knit once around
with red, then you have the vine half
done. Commence again, one red, nine
gray, once around, then five red, five
gray, same as before, only turning the
leaf the other way; stripe as before. Care
shouid be taken that the under thread is
left rather loose. else it will draw too

tight. AI'NT NELL.
PLAiNWELL.
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TRUE VS. FALSE PERCEPTIONS.

 

It is a curious and sometimes most un—
pleasant experience to a person who has
been taught to believe that law in gener—
al is justice, and who has never in experi-
ence found it otherwise, to suddenly
wake up to the feeling that theory and
practice have all this time been entirely
mistaken.

It is well to sift theories carefully be—
fore accepting them as demonstrated
truths, but if, after careful scrutiny we
find no flaw, and time sanctions our con-
clusions, we should by unexpected events
find ourselves doubting the correctness
of our long settled convictions, we should
be very slow to decide that our later light
was not delusive.

The person thus tempted to look upon
former beliefs as mistaken should care-
fully consider if the change be not in
himself. While one walks in harmony
with law, its justice is unquestioned, but
when one in spirit or conduct violates
law, they feel its repressive force.

It is one of the natural traits of human-
ity to justify itself. The person is right,
and whatever opposes is wrong. The
person who agrees with us is personified
wisdom, while the fellow who will not
admit the soundness of our views, is at
best a conceited bigot. All persons are
not guaged to this extreme point, but
with most it is only a difference of de—
gree. There are some timid, self distrust
ful souls, who pin their faith to the sleeve
of some other person, great in their eyes,
but even these humble souls share these
feelings vicariously through their chosen
idols. Even with little children this
trait is prominent; it is generally some
other child that is in the wrong. In ad-
vanced life, in our social, moral, political
and religious associations, we and our
side are right, the other wrong.

This feeling when governed by settled
and well-defined laws of action is natur-
al. necessary and proper; but when a per-
son finds himself at war with the state of
things which has long contented him, it
may be true that himself and not the law
is wrong. .

When any one departs from the path
of rectitude, it is well if law aswell as
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that great criminality is attained at a
bound. Step by step we climb to the
height of perfected humanity, or step by
step descend to the lowest depth of misery
and sin. When the consciousness dawns
on us that the “ times are out of joint."
that long established law and usage has
suddenly become irksome and unjust, try
some pretty thorough self-examination
lest a “ beam be in your eye."

If a clerk has allowed himself to con
trast his own plain surroundings with the
palatial possessions of his employer until
the law that bids him "Covet not that
which is not thine own." seems unjust
and tyrannical, the remedy should be ap—

plied to himself 1?}: fault is not in the
law.

Thedeepcr one goes in crime. the great-
er the restraint oilaw. “No rogue- c’sr felt
the hll’er draw, with awed. (minim vi the
LAN.” Yet the w rdict cf gill good people
who do right in the rye of the law, 15
that law is justica and its, rcualvics are

richly deserved.

When one feels strongly, their feelings
control or warp their judgment. and
what in moments of clear unperverted
reason seems entirely right and just, in
moments of stormy, overwhelming pas-
sion or desire is changed to rankest in—
justice to the distorted perception of the
unfortunate.

But that which in our calm rational

moments reason points out as the anchor.

to hold us firm, must be our only hope
when the storms of passion have made
chaos of our senses and hurled reason
from her throne. As the bewildered
wanderer will often, when nearing known
localities fail to recognize them, so the
way-marks of truth and morality seem
false and treacherous altogether, to the
infatuated and bewildered wanderer from
the path of right.

How strange it seems that some young
girls should seem imbued with the idea
that their simple, innocent minds should
have knowledge superior to their parents,
and even to the accumulated wisdom of
the ages. or more still, be able to give a
new interpretation to the Divine law!

All these testify: Only in marriage is
the perfection of human love: all else is
sinful, unhallowed and degraded; and
yet we see these deluded beings insist
“this is only social prejudice." Poor
creatures, may God in his mercy direct
them and turn their steps from ruin and
despair.

The home is the unit of the State and
Nation. If that is desecrated and de—
spoiled the fair fabric is shattered and
will soon lie in ruins. While the hope of
the State is in her defenders, her sons,
her pride is in her daughters, and her

honor and that of her sons is in their

keeping. May they prove faithful to

their trust. A. L. L.
Ixsnlsmn.

 

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“THE CUP THAT CHEERS.”

 

I often wonder when I see so many
sensible people who possess such sensitive
nervous organizations, drink so freely of
strong tea. I know many who put so
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forenoon’s work has all been accomplish‘
ed they say " I must have a good cup
of tea or I shall not be capable of perform-
ing my afternoon’s work.” This seems
equivalent to placing an amount of
money at interest with the view of the in-
terest being their support for the year, but
in the end interest and part of the princi~
pal are both consumed. or in other words,
the excesses of our youth are drafts upon
old age, payable with interest about thirty
years after date. I believe that if one is
obliged to do a heavy day’s work it
should be done quietly and with least ex-
citability possible. I know that tea drink-
ing does not affect all in the same way or
to the same extent, but according to our
organization or nervous sensibility, If all
were made as nervous as I am after taking
a cup of strong tea I am sure there would
be more who would cry out its dangerous
effects. We often hear ladies quite well
advanced in life say “ I used to make my
tea strong but I can not drink it so now;”
and quite often we hear others say they
cannot drink it at all. I think if we
must drink tea at all that it should be in
moderation. Moderation is firmness and
firmness is commonly successful. It is by
little things, little influences acting upon
us, small decisions made by us, that every
one of us is going, not by leaps, yet surely
by inches, either toward eternal happiness

or woe. Pnnsrs.

Mason. '
W

A DESERVING CHARITY.

 

“Bessie” desires to learn through the
Housnnom) of.some:hospital in this city
where donations of Sunday school papers
would be acceptable. The Home for the
Friendless is a deserving charity, which
cares for destitute and homeless children,
and where donations of not only Sunday
school papers but more substantial arti-
cles would be most thankfully received.
The last report states the Home has seven-
ty—flve children to care for, and a worse
than empty treasury, srnce the expendi—
tures have been $1,000 in excess of the re-
ceipts for the past year. The Home cares
for the waifs and strays of humanity,
shelters them and brings them up to be
respectable, honest children, and finds
homes or situations for them at asuitable
age. It is a charity which extends its shel-
tering arms to betrayed and forsaken wo-
men, seeking to save them from further
descent into vice, and give them the help
needed to make them self—supporting.
Contributions of cast—off clothing, food,
etc., are needed; and it would be a gra-
cious deed in our generous-hearted farm-
ers and their wives to send to this Hume
of the Friendless a barrel of apples, of
flour, of potatoes, out of their own abun-
dance, to help feed these friendless ones
who are here aided in the true spirit of
charity, which helps humanity to help 1t—.
self, and “thinketh no evil. ”— [Housm-
nom En]

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Soar non Gnome Gamma—A recipe
for making soap that will take grease spots out
of clothes is as follows: Powdered fuller’s
earth, one ounce; just moisten with spirits of
turpentine; add salt of tartar, one ounce; best
potash, one ounce; work the whole into a

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

THE Rural New Yorker says the suspi-
cions of even a very wise old rodent may
be allayed by covering the steel trap set to
catch him with a white cloth on which a
few cake or cheese crumbs have been
scattered. The rat ventures on the cloth
for the coveted luxury, and the thin goods
does not in the least prevent the spring-
ing of the trap beneath it.

IF yes have an abundance of good
grapes this fall, try to keep them as long
as you can. Take the fine, perfect bunch-
es, with the scissors remove every broken
or poor berry, cover the end of the stem
with. melted sealing wax, and put them
away in a dark, cool, dry place, on news—
papers, spreading papers over them. Do
not let the bunches touch each other; look
them over occasionally and remove those
that show signs of decay.

 

 

AN old Dutch woman told a correspond-
ent of the Indiana Farmer how to pre—
serve grapes in a fashion novel to many,
but which we have heard advocated by
some good housekeepers, heretofore. We
give it, and will not some lady who has
plenty of grapes try it, and report her
success to the Housnnonn?

“Take a sweet, clean, bran-mew crock
or jar, one that has never been used be-
fore, and after picking and sorting and
washing the finest of your grapes, which
should be well ripened, put in layers of
fruit and sugar, until the crock is filled
within an inch of the top. Then stand it
in the oven with a moderate heat until it
is slowly heated through, or until the fire
goes down. Repeat this several times,
each time gently pressing the top under
and stirring lightly. If you have any ex-
perience whatever in preserving, you will
know by the glossy appearance of the
fruit when it is done enough to keep. The
flavor is said to more nearly resemble that
of fresh fruit than in any other way.”

 

T. D. CURTIS, the well known authority
on dairy matters, gives some hints on
setting milk which may solve Aunt Nell’s
perplexity.

“Set your milk for cream-raising as
soon as possible after it is drawn from
the cow, and before it has time to cool.
Every degree of temperature lost is a

cream from the milk. The cream rises
fastest when the temperature is falling;
slowly when the temperature is station—
ary;and little, if at all. when the tem-
perature is rising. The watery and
caseous portions of the milk, being better
conductors of heat, cool and shrink faster
than the fat globules. This makes the
fat so much the lighter relatively, and
hence it rises more rapidly, by force of
gravity. In shallow setting and agradual
fall of the temperature, the cream will
rise SiOle and be dense, and sometimes
if the air is too dry, leathery. In deep,
setti g, the cream is always more liquid,
contains more milk and caseous matter.
and is less dense. It needs more airing
than cream raised by shallow setting, and
seldom makes good-flavored and good-
keeping butter if churned sweet. It is
best to churn the cream as soon as it
takes one. slightly acid taste. It should
never be allowed to sour enough to cause
a coagulation of the cream and a separa—
tion of the whey from the solids—a
practieo'followed in some of the western

 

paste with a little soap.

waste of the force that separates the ‘

cream into the cream jar just before
churning. The chances are that it will
not churn as soon as the other, and will
remain in the butter-milk and be wasted.”

Another authority says 50 degrees is
the lowest point to which milk should be
cooled, and it should not rise above 58
degrees.

 

 

GODEY‘s LADv‘s BOOK comes up smiling
and bright for November, with a fairly
good table of contents and plenty 'of fine
illustrations. It ranks among the best of
our two dollar fashion magazines, and
makes a specialty of its paper patterns,
one of which is given each subscriber
who desires it, each month. J. H. Haul-
enbeek, Philadelphia.

—'—OOO———

BABYHOOD for October is full of good
things; one of its most valuable articles
being on “Precocious Children,” by that
sparkling writer, Marion Harland (Mrs.
Terhune); another on the “Care of Baby’s
Eyes,” by Dr. E. S. Peck, is full of good
suggestions, while mothers will welcome
the hints embodied in “Nursing Sick
Children.” We can cordially recommend
this little magazine to our readers, feeling
sure they will find on trial we have not
commended it too highly. Babyhood Pub-
lishing Co., 18 Spruce St. N. Y.

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A Ho usnmrme INVENTION—At the
annual fair of the Mechanics’ Institute at
San Francisco, Cal., an apparatus was
shown for putting up fruit in glass jars,
cooking it by steam. Seven or eight jars
are filled with raw fruit, and set into a
tray provided with holes just large enough
to hold each jar. This is set part way in-
to a boiler partially filled with boiling
water, the steam from which cooks the
fruit thoroughly in from 20 to 30 minutes.
There is far less loss from breakage, and
the entire operation is performed much
more expeditiously and easily than when
the fruit is cooked first and then put in
the jars. This invention will commend
itself to our housekeepers who put up
large quantities of fruit, and we hope soon
to see it obtainable at our hardware sup—
ply stores. '

 

 

 

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