§ . . . .\ \mxmwomxx‘x.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\V \x null”. §\hg\\\"” . . H. \ "\Nrm. . /( 9—! .l.1lil ...u. . § \\\ DETROIT, NOVEMBER 3, 1.885. THE HOU§EHOLD=m§upplemenm THE FARMEB’S DA UGHTER. In the morning early, When the dewdrops shine. See the pretty milkmaid Ont among the kins; Cheeks like rosy pippins Gathered in the fall— Ohl we love the busy one. Dimpled chin and all 1 That‘s the farmer's daughter Everybody knows, And she carries sunshine Where e’er she goes; Soon, the milking over, From the garden fair She will pluck the tender peas And the berries rare. Hark! her sweet song echoes Up among the hills; Hear the last low ditty As her pail she fills! Prettier than a picture, Homeward now she goes. With her lips and glowing cheeks Like the sweet June rose. Now she’ll make us happy at the morning meal; For she bath a heart to share . Others’ woe‘and weal; Little helpful fingers, Little busy hands, In a careful, tender way, Meeting our demands. She‘s her father‘s comfort; She’s her mother’s pride; Not a treasure half so dear In the world so wide. Cheeks like rosy pippins Gathered in the fall; Oh I we love the busy one, Dimpled chin and all. --lrs. M. A. Kidder. ~—-————oeo——-—— AUTUMN LEAVES. What dweller in the country misses the pleasure of a woodland visit when the leaves are turning gold, and the forest aisles are strewn with autumn beauty? One walks with reverent feet through these avenues where gold and crimson trail .their falling splendor everywhere. Nature, so rich and beautiful in her teachings, holds sacred less ens among the dying leaves. Shall we not grow strong in thought and purpose through rambles in her pleasant paths, and through “wise passiveness‘!" Not all life’s lessons are learned in action, nor by study. Our hungerings and thirsts are multitudinous, and through myriad avenues flows life’s fullness. _ The character of one’s thoughts on a woodland trip partakes largely of his prevailing mood: my two companions and myself seemed somewhat in the mood of these, “the melancholy days ” of the year. Somehow, we were not surprised when on our homeward way, reaching the edge of the wood and the descending slope of the long hill we had traversed, we found a peculiarly arrayed woman sitting on the ground watching our ap— proach. Her attire was rather mirth- provoking; she presented a “ mixed ” ap- pearance. As we were about passing her, one of our number paused from curiosity to question her, and announced to us the woman desired to give us “descriptions,” or “ readings,” as she called them. “Fortune telling, probably,” said I. “ most miserable of all speculations. Let us prove our good sense by giving her brief audience. in that case.” As we approached nearer, fixing serious, wise eyes upon me as perhaps the most sceptical of our trio, she said: “ To you. life presents many aspects and hues as various as the scenes along that woodland path,” pointing to a faintly defined path leading near us through autumn’s varie- gated beauty, then down a gentle. mossy slope, delicate with tracery of fern and trailing vines, beyond traversing a bare, low, desolate spot, without beauty or ap parent usefulness. Human life traced in Nature’s pictures, thought not without suggestiveness, I mused. It always seemed to me as though there were lives like the sunny hillsides, glad and joy-bearing; others like the marsh over there,so desolate and be re ft of beauty. Lives there are like that sheet of water lying below us. so still that even through the trees it looks like glass. Then others are like streams I’ve seen whose waters are broken by rock and steep, into anm and fall, spray and torrent. Here she interrupted my wandering thoughts by say ing: “I will give you another picture of your life-course. It is not unlike a ship at sea whose port seems undetermined, for she enters various har- ' bors, and even partially unloads her car- go sometimes, but finds it necessary to reload and pursue her course still fur— ther." “Grim picture that,” I remarked. “ There’s no life without its anchor. You have given me a sufliciency of life’s pho- tographs, pass on and show Marion some- thing brighter.” “Young lady,” said she, addressing Ma- rion, “ You are like one viewing sublime scenery at a distance. It seems like a real possession of the senses, and the per-— ceiver does not note the rocks and briar— paths, the depths and impossible heights which lie between him and the point of view most delightful. You do not calcul« ate distances.” “But,” said Marion. “it is better to keep the eyes fixed on something grand. even though we do not calculate all the briar-paths and rocky heights lying before our climbing." “Young lady," continued the old wo— man, “intense anticipation of. great things is a poor working hypothesis. En- thusiasm is the sunlight of life, and to ‘keep the eyes fixed on something grand ' is right, but remember, in action one must begin on a level with his every-day thought and experience and climb up. You are impractical in striving for the attainment of your goal. Your experiences are too narrow. As a woman, you require a sphere of action where woman’s energies may find useful channels, woman’s plans prove her hopes; where your theories may be demonstrated and became practical, teaching experience. Go out into the world of working humanity, and dream less.” “ And you," said she turning to Alice, “are like a young girl holding a letter, unopened, glad in its possession, yet re- luctant to admit that she is glad. Antici- pating pleasure from its contents, she holds it, fearful lest on Opening it prove disappointing. You hesitate to enjoy, because anticipating sorrow. Know the good. the wisdom of the hour is fixed and certain. Fear not to enjoy or to suffer. Remember this, the ruling line of life is good. Believe it, pursue it, ignoring fear.” Curious to know something of our wood-visitor, we questioned her half suspiciously, but all questions as to per— sonality or history were evaded. And soon she picked up her bundle and passed on out of sight. We gathered our autumn beauties from the ground and went home through the fields, wondering at the cor— rectness of the stranger’s “ readings.” Not long afterward who should we find our character reader to be but one of our number who had declined the invitation to go with us! She had disguised herself most admirably, and no wonder she could read us! For who can speak so plainly to our lives as those who best understand us? s. u. o. LIIJI. 2 THE H.0'USI41H0LI). COMPANY, CREAMERY AND CON- UNDRUJIS. The long busy summer has passed. it brought with it. not only the pressing work of a farmer’s home, but many a guest to our house to be entertained and enjoyed. Friends from the east, west and south have surrounded our board, cheered our spirits, and gilded many an hour. Not only have they seemed to brighten our household but to take possession of it for a time, and insist on my leaving it for a week’s rest and visit with my mother. As I returned and they departed, I began to realize how much good they had done me. I feel much younger than one year ago, when suffering so keenly the sting of the arrow sent to our house by the Angel of Death. I am very grateful for the love and sympathy, yes, and the presence of friends. This afternoon Ifound time to look over the Honsnnonns of the last month, (knowing that several had been laid aside partially read) and noticed for the fist time Aunt Nell’s article of Sept. 15th. I do not know why she did not S‘lCCH‘d in getting the cream sooner from the milk. I would like to give her my experience in using the Fairlamb cans. They hold five gallons each; are constructed with a tube extending from the bottom nearly to the top. closed at the top, so that the can may be used t) tie full extent. the object of the tube being to admit the cold water in- to the center of the milk, thereby Cooling it more rapidly, and sending the cream to the surface in less time. Each can as soon as filled with milk, is placed in a tank near the well and surrounded with cold water. The cover of the can is al— ways suspended two inches above the top of the can, so that it may keep the top of the milk warmer than the bottom, and yet allow an opening for the escape of odors and impurities of the milk caused by bad water, weeds, overheating of tne cows, etc. After standing open from half to threevfourths of an hour the can is closed, the water drawn off, the tank re- filled with cold water. The milk is skim- med with a skimmer each day about two o’clock; one can having stood less than twenty—four hours. The yield from the can set in the morning is equal to the one set the evening previous, showing that the cream rises inside of eight hours. Now as to results: We have kept an ac count of the sales of our cream tickets, and are sure that we have realized more from our milk than we should, had we made butter. One word of advice to read- ers of the HOUSEHOLD. Should any com- pany of enterprising gentlemen in your vicinity wish to start a' Fairlamb cream- ery, do not withhold vour patronage; you have no idea of the relief it affords the housewife, and the numbnrless journeys down cellar saved. My husband, or son, cares for the milk at the time of milking, I visitthe tank only when I choose. My whole care in the matter consists in wash- ing the pails and cans. Ido not feel like being very explicit on the first conundrum, for ’tis hard to te’l what another should do, when you are unacqu'iin'ed With the material she has to do with. My theory is, that both should understand at the beginning of married life that. there adjoin: Company and both are. expec‘ed to use the best of theirjudg- tnent for themselves and for each other. I happen to be among the number who do not be lieVe men in general are so incur- ably selfish. That they are, many times, thoughtless I know, but few are so heart- less that they may not be shown the true character of their position, and become willing to make amends. Just what this poor woman in question should do I can- not say, for it “ depends wholly upon the man.” This I know, I would certainly find some way out. In No. 2 I think I can state more ex— plicitly what ought to be done. Tne father should have punished the three year old for the indignity offered him by throwing the apple into his face. For re- fusing to accept the piece given I should have made him understand he could have no apple that day. Ishould always ask an elder child to share with a younger, but never compel them to give up any- thing. What the father diddo, I will not venture to guess, for that also “depends whollv upon the man.” F. E. w. CHELSEA. - —————-...—-—_- THE OI‘HER SIDE. As there has been quite an interesting discussion in the HOUsnnOLD of late on inventions for housekeepers and how to obtain them. will you allow me to have my little say? Now don’t laugh when I tell you I have neither cistern nor well, washing-machine nor clo'hes—wriog- er, patentcburn or cream-r}; but [have two good tubs, plenty of clothes-pins. and ~t gool FARMER sewing IIIMHIIIIE‘, Which I pr ze very highly. On the mar 'mnri, my husband has everything—1mm a spring-tooth harrow to a binder. and if he keeps up with the times in farming, he cannot do without farm Ifllpltfllll'nl‘. The products of the farm make' our in- come, and if theJand is not pl‘uptrlv worked, the consequences would be tad- ure in crops. Then supposing some debt is due, which it has been expected the crops would be sufficient to meet. What then would be the consequence? Our work is different. We can, if in limited circumstances, economize in tools, but they cannot; too much depends on suc— cess. Sometime I expect to havea new house, together with all the conveniences to work with, and when that time comes, I shall not do as Old School Teacher ad- vises, buy them with the butter and egg money, which she says is “mine,” for in our home that money goes into the same purse as wheat money, and the purse is not “ yours " or “mine,” but ours; but we will go together and use our united judgment in both article and prices. In the meantime I will continue to do as I have been doing in the three short, happy years of my married life; trying to economise in every way possible, making our old home homelike, and more than all else, avording anything akin to selfish— ness. The men folks bring the wood and Wale ter, also do the churning for me, and with this help I do the work for four in the family, all of my sewing, and find plenty of time to read, do fancy work, and tend my flower g irdeu. I expect to bl»; voted an old fogy, but I don’t care BONNIE SCOTLAND. Mason. -———‘.._____' FROM THE SUNNY SOUTH. DEAR HonsEHOLD:-—By residence and choice I am now aTennesseean. Solomon allowed that a good wife might plant a vineyard with the fruit of her hands, by which he no doubt meant any good wo- man. Setting a visionary vineyard over against the picture of Malaria, Pauperism. Yellow Fever and Sudden Death, pre- sented by the kindest of friends, I consol‘ idated mv effects as only a woman can, promised indiscriminately to correspond with everybody, and took passage in the Buckeye State, leaving Cincinnati for Memphis the 29th of August, to accept the position of stenographer with it met- cantile firm in the latter city. As nearly every one 1115 at some time or other broken up housekeeping I need not tell about those last days of selling and packing, visiting and being visited, prey- ing on the neighbors, hurrying and wor- rying, &c., the. It was Saturday evening when we went aboard the boat. i fully intended to shed a few tears as I should watch “ my native land fade o’er the waters blue,” but at nine o’clock we were still at the wharf. Drowsiness so overcame patriotism that I just put up my bangs and went. to bed. The next morning we were well 'on the way. The boat was heavily loaded and made long stops at landings. The weather Wis clear and warm. This was my first trip on water. I enjoyed the complete freedom from work and care, the first tine in many years. Several hours of eacnday’ were passed lying in my berth with open door dreamily watching the changing pictures disclosed at every turn of the river. The quiet of the sum- mer day fille 1 me with ineifable peace. The soft breeze bore upon its wings no sound of human strife, no echo of the wailsent up by a life going out in despair. Thus the tranquildays knitted themselves together into a whole week before we reached Memphis. I have been accustomed to think of the South only in connection with that his— toric epoch when the sunlight fell on glaring steel and floating banner, and of Memphis inthose later years of sadness when good people questioned whether it were worth while to struggle on in the very shadow of death; even considered the expedien :y of burning the city to the ground to prevent a recurrence of the terrible scourge. I was therefore delighted to recognize on every hand evrdence of a progressive spirit and the prosperity which rewards energy and toil. Ihave found the people courteous and friendly. Labor has lost its opprobrium. The best of all is that Memphis is a clean city. We have plenty of good and T H IE H 0 U S .E H 0 L D s. I - \f-e pure water. Fuel is comparatively higher, but groceries and other goods a'iout the .same as in Cincinnati. D \FFODILLY. Mnnrnrs. Tenn. —__...._..__. BULBS FOR FORCING. I notice in some of the catalogues of ibulbs for forcing into winter bloom cer- tain new varieties offered, but I doubt if anything will ever supercede the hyacinth for that purpose. I can imagine no more agreeable odor than is exhaled from their dainty cups, nor more enduring beauty. "We have kept a spike of flowers fresh over a month by keeping the most of the time after the buds opened, in a cool, partially darkened room. Jonquils and Roman hyacinths, tulips and narcissus make fine Winter flowers and the expense is trifling. I cannot understand why so many deny themselves the real enjoy— ment those flowers might afford them. "The bulbs will bloom in the garden for years after, although not considered suitable for winter blooming again; and what delight to every member of the family, and to the neighbors as well, is a bed of flowering bulbs! When I consider the enjoyment that is gained for the mother and children in this way, I think it an important duty to raise flowers. I was asked to give explicit directions for potting bulbs in the HOUSEHOLD. The directions given by all florists, whether amateur or professional, are nearly the same, as it is an exceedingly simple roperatiOn. The soil for the purpose is an equal mixture of clean sharp sand, rich loam and very old manure from the field or pasture (fresh manure will not do at all for bulbs), mix thoroughly and fill the pots three—fourths full. In this plant any bulbs suitable for forcing, three inches below thesurface, except in case of hyacinths where the crown of the bulb should be above the soil. I use six- inch pots for single bulbs. After plant- ing, water thoroughly and set in acool room or cellar, dark if possible. If the cellar is light, manage to darken a cor net (for them; set on a shelf 0r table. Six weeks will give them time to form roots, but they can remain longer if necessary, and can be brought to the window one or more at a time. They require another ablution when introduced to the light, and will very, soon develop bloom. One or two doses of weak liquid manure will be beneficial. In planting bulbs in beds, the soil is similarly prepared, only giving ' a few inches more of covering. This is the whole theorypf bulb raising in a nut -shell;all after requirements are met by keeping the soil rich and mellow, and providing a light cover of leaves, or light vines planted over them. Lilies require greater depth of plant— ing, at least twelve inches below the sur— face, to prevent injury to the bulbs by freezing and thawing, so frequent in this latitude, besides shelter from the heat in our hot, dry summers. A matting of wines or small plants with fine roots is a help in shading the soil above lilies; but I only intended to say of them now that L. «longifimmm, L. candidum and L. Hom'sii are fine for forcing. treated much as the hyacinth. There are many of our garden perennials good for this purpose. The Astilbejaponica will furnish fine white flowers. and the graceful Dz‘elg/tra, or “bleeding heart,” is very useful in bououet making. Eupato’rz'um is a winter bloo mer and the flowers, for designs and for making up with larger ones. are unsur— passed. Mus. M. A. FULLER. anron. -————-.O