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THE HOUgflHOLD=m§upplemenm

 

 

TAKE NEEDED REST.

 

O, toiler in life’s weary ways,
Pity thy self, for thou must tire;
Both body, mind and heart have days
They cannot answer their desire.
Birds in all seasons do not sing,
Flowers have their time to bloom and fall;
There is not any living thing
Can answer to a ceaseless call.

Sometimes, tired head, seek slumber deep,
Tired hands. no burden try to lift;

Tired heart, thy watch let others keep,
Pity thyself and let life drift.

A few hours” rest perchance may bring
Relief from w; ariness and pain;

And thou from listless languors spring,
And gladly lift thy work again.

'1‘ W0 GRAVES.

 

“There is in each life some time or spot,
Some hour or moment of night or day,
That never grows dim and is never forgot.
' Like an unfaded leaf in a dead boquet.”

It is the beautiful month of May.
Every trace of winter has disappeared;
the brown earth is green again; the
orchards are one mass of bloom, the trees
pyramids of pink and white blossoms,
everywhere the yellow~faced dandelions
are peeping, early roses are opening,
lilies of the valley are bending before the
gentle breeze, the blue sky overhead
with flecks of fleecy white clouds, every—
thing is teeming with life and beauty.
but was there ever anything perfect?
While “every cloud has a silver lining,”
so every life has its sorrow.

“ Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.”

At any hour, at any season, Death
comes in households where there are
many children) or where there is only one
loved one—and this time he snatched the
“one lam ”—a young girl who had
counted but three happy birthdays since
entering her teens, the sunshine and
light of her home. It was the “ old, old
story,” which we always have heard
which we always shall hear, of woman’s
trust and man’s dishonor, but shall we
lift our hands in holy horror and say
“ Awful! terrible! I never,‘thank heaven!
my girls are pure and innocent; a good
thing she died.” Oh! it is a hard cold
world at best, let us have all the charity
we can, and charity is what we all need,
we have not half enough. We often speak
of the living harshly; we oftener speak of
the de ad harshly. The heart has ceased
to beat, the busy hands are folded meekly
over the breast, the eyes are closed; let
the grave hide the sins. Perhaps we
might have failed where she did; it is not

or us to sit in judgment. We hourly ask

 

a kind Father to forgive, while we with—
hold forgiveness of a fellow creature;
can we reasonably expect to receive more
than we are willing to give? Let us
bring our fairest flowers and strew over
the beautiful dead, and hope that the
spirit has returned pure and white to the
God who gave.

The other grave was made for a loved
and honored wife and mother who had
passed middle life, and who had lain for
months upon a bed of terrible pain and
suffering, but always hearing it with
such patience and courage that those who
were with her, learned a sweet lesson.
that no matter how heavy the burden, .f
we will, we can bear it meekly. But one
night the pain ceased and the poor tired
body was at rest. It was on such a per—
fect day as I have written about, that
many, many friends gathered, the house
full—the yard full—to look at the dear
face wearing such a pleasant smile, to
listen to the comforting words of the
minister, to lay her away in the grave.
We bring our fairest buds and blossoms
and lay them around the dead; we touch
the hands lingeringly, caressingly; and
when we can do no more, wonder if—as
so many believe—this is the end—if there
is no hereafter. If we are ever tempted
to hope, it is by the bedside of our dead
friends. We grasp a shadow—hope
beckons us on “ to a home of perpetual
rest, the streets of which are thronged
with an angelic host, who with songs on
their lips, and with harps in their hands,
tell neither the sorrow and grief which
perhaps wasted their lives.” Ahl Hope
may deceive us sometimes, but the most
beautiful hope of my life is that I may
meet my loved ones, somewhere, some-
time; it is the fairest guiding star held
before me to follow. “It is we who grope
in darkness. They the rest have attain-
ed.” “Sorrows humanize the race; tears
are the showers that fertilize this world.”
What would we know of life if we had
no sorrow and trials! “God knows what
keys in the human soul to touch in order
to draw out its sweetest and most perfect
harmonies. These may be the strains of
sadness and sorrow, as well as the notes
of joy and gladucss. The sunshine lies
upon the mountain top all day, and
lingers there latest and longest at even—
tide. Yet the valley is green and fertile,
while the peak is barren and unfruitful.”
We look upon Death as amonster who
snatches our fairest and best, our loved
and cherished, but it is only apleasant
transition stage to a more glorious and

 

perfect life. “There will always be
doubts and wonders and beliefs. It may
be fancy, but it is a beautiful fancy—that
beyond the worlds lime’s beautiful river
flows among shadows till it breaks into

beauty and bliss.”

EV AN GALINE.
BATTLE CREEK.

——-—-oo‘———

RENEWED ALL EGIANCE.

 

I have long thought I should write
again for the HOUSEHOLD, for every
paper is full of good articles. I see
something I would like to ta is about;
but my best thoughts come in the morn-
ing when I am very busy with my work,
and by the time the dinner work is out of
the way, I am too tired to think or
write. Ipresume it is the same with a
good many others who do their own
work, and as I do not like to leave the
morning work until after dinner, this
is the reason I have not written. I
don’t know when I should have
made the attempt if I had not boiled
ham yesterday and wanted to find
some nice way to use up the remains,
(as I do not like to set it on the
way they did where Beatrix went) but
after spending some time in looking over
my file of the HOUSEHOLD and finding
nothing, I made up my mind I wou‘d
have some of it sliced nicely for tea and
the bits made into hash for breakfast,
and spend the rest of the time writing a
letter. Most of the recipes in cook
books take a French cook and a half
day’s time to prepare; let the ladies send
good recipes that can be prepared quickly,
for haying and harvcst are most here
and we all want something that relishes
in warm weather.

I would like some ginger cookies like
the ones we buy—not mixed and rolled,
but dropped off a spoon. If you want a
cake light that is made from granulated
sugar, roll the sugar line and only use
three-fourths of a cup. Pulverized sugar
is much nicer for light cakes.

For Rosemary’s warts, if they are not
well by this time, put on ammOnia three
or four times a day; it will cure them in
three weeks and is not painful.

I would say to those who are troubled
with the knees of their children’s stock-
ings wearing out, if they will put a piece
of stout cloth firmly on the inside when
they are new, they will be surprised to
see how much longer they will wear,
beside saving much time in mending.
Most of us need to economise in time as
well as money, but a good many fail in

 


2 THE HOUSEHOLD

 

 

 

saving their strength, for fear of being
laughed at and called lazy. I try the
improved methods that come through
our paper, but none have done me more
good than the high stool spoken of by
one of the writers; it is surprising how
much we can do sitting down, and how
much more we feel like taking awalk
with the children if our feet are not so
tired. It gives them great pleasure to
have mamma go to the barn with them,
or to see them do some childish sport;
it may perchance call forth some story of
our own child-days, and thus make them
happy again. We shall never miss the
time nor be sorry for it; for they are so
soon grown and gone into the outside
world. My letter is too long already, for
I would rather read others’ letters in print
than my own. One thing more, I so much
enjoy descriptions of places, as they give
us an idea of the outside world, I wish
those who live in places which are re—
markable for any reason, or very beauti-
ful or historic, would describe the sur-
roundings of their home and country.

X. Y.Z.
BATTLE Casnx.
W
WHICH IS THE WOMANLY WO-
MAN?

 

No. I married her “heart’s desire ”—a
brave yOung man at the age of twenty
years. S‘se made, as all women do at the
matrimonial altar, a solemn vow to “love.
honor and obey” this brave young man,
“ till death do us part.” Bye and bye the
young man was not as brave as he was,
nor as noble, nor as beautiful nor as
strong, nor as good, nor in any sense as
honorable, as lovable, nor as greatly to
be beloved, because he developed the
qualities of moral cowardice, and all the
deformities and cruelties that a swarm of
dissipated habits can honeycomb into a
man’s character. But she “ stuck to him”
till the. last, through all sorts of degrada—
tion, privation, sorrow and sufiEring.
She died first, of course, from sheer in—
ability to live any longer, and to love any
stronger, and finally left the poor wretch
to “bind the children out," and finally
fill a grave that is heaped high with his
dishonor. Nevertheless, this woman evi-
dently found something to reverence in
this poor wreck of: all manliness, up to
the day of her death. Did she do right
to so crucify herself and waste her life in
the act of reverencing so vile a thing?

No. 2 marries about the same as No. 1.
Developments progress ditto. Finally
she consents to a separation. He marries
a new love before he has time to get a
divorce, and is at once besieged by the
affection of his forsaken wife, and im-
plored to take her back to his poor rotten
heart again, because she is such a very
“ womanly woman ” that she still loves,
honors, and longs to obey him, regardless
of all his treachery, cruelty and dissipa—
tion. Is she, now, really and truly, a
womanly woman who can so demean
herself?

No. 3 marries about the same as N vs. 1
and 2, and developments progress in a
like ratio. She bears with the drunken-

ness, the cruelty, the threats to take her
life, the waste of substance, the want of
the necessaries and comforts of life, the
long periods of unexplained absence; but
when the final boast of martial infidelity,
of wanton licentiousness is made, the
long struggle was ended in her heart.
She said: “Go forth from my presence
forever," and there is no appeal. Tie
decision is final. He goes back to his
husks and swine. She feels a great load
lifted from her life, and lives in a new
and purer atmosphere. She knows what
her responsibilities, her duties and her
privileges are, and she takes them up
cheerfully, accomplishing all their aim,
Now, to my mind, she is the type of a far
more noble womanhood than is either of
the others noted.

That there is in woman’s love for man
a certain element of -—shall I say servility?
(in‘some natures it really amounts to
that,) is beyond dispute. But there is
nothing noble in slavery, and the woman
who carries this desire to please her hus-
band to the extent of absolute self-de—
struction, and the protracted wretched-
ness and suffering of helpless children, is
simply a slave, and not a noble, womanly
woman. E. L. NYE.

FLINT.

 

THE HYDRANGEA.

 

The most desirable. and I think the
only Hydrangeas worthy of cultivation
are from J span and China; still there is
no safety in guessing what cultivation
may yet do for the wildlings found along
the banks of streams in our Southern
States. Hydrangeas are not sufiiciently
hardy to withstand the cold of our
Northern winters, except H. Pantsu—
lata, which has proved to be equal t2; all
extremes of Northern weather, like lilacs
and syringes. They require an annual
pruning after bloom is over, as the flow-
ers come with new growth of branch-es.
The tender kinds for the house require
rich soil and partial shade; and although
botanists declare that in the derivation
of the name Hydrangea from two Greek
words, meaning water, and vase, or cup,
they can find no application, I think they
would find one if provided with a good
plant to care for and water as liberally as
necessary at this season, as they are
remarkably thirsty when they have good
roots and are in bloom. They can be kept
over in a dry cellar, and will bloom as
freely as if kept in growth. The color of
the fl mm is changed in depth of shade
and even color, from pink to blue or purt
ple, from the quality of soil or fertilizer
used in growing them, especially by a so-
lution of iron or copperas; and I frequent.
1y notice a deepening of tints in roses
the same way. Apropos of roses, I have
such a beautiful show of them at present
in the garden, I would like admirers of
that favorite flower to see them, especial-
ly the moss roses and Madame Plantz‘er,
which are just as hardy as the old hun—
dred leaved sort of years ago.

I have not lost interest in other sub-
jects discussed in the HOUSEHOLD, but
this paper has no end of subscribers

 

who cultivate flowers, and many among

    

them desire a little help in solving some

floral mystery, and Ilike to assist when

I am able to do so. A question likely to

interest others than the inquirer I answer

above.

Huldah Perkins wrote in April of her

failure in canning corn, which seems

mysterious, for although I do not can it
myself, my sister and other relatives in
Saginaw have done so for several years,

and green peas also, and lose no more
than in fruit, unless by some accident;
and it is done by the process I reported
last autumn, which is identical with that
given by our Editor. If there is “ a kink”
about it I will find where it is and report
it.

I find a teaspoonful of soda added to
the water for washing milk pans or other
dishes is a help this hot weather. I rinse
off all curd or milk with cold water first,
then use plenty of hot water for the next
with the soda, a scald of boiling water
over the dishes turned to drain in a colan-
der and the milk dishes, then turn the last
in the sun. I was taught to omit wiping
milk dishes. M. A. FULLER.

FEN'rox.
.———-..§———-

INFORMATION WANTED.

 

What is the meaning of “manual edu.
cation;" also of a kindergarten school?
The black millers that congregate on the
inside of our screens at twilight; from
whence do they come, whither are they
going, and what is their mission on earth?
Will rain kill young ducks? Particulars
are desired in regard to farmers’ clubs,
mode of conducting, etc.

I know the Editor says avoid personals,
but I do wish E. L. Nye would give us a
bit of her personal history. I am just
dying to know whether she is wife, wid-
ow, or unmarried, and are Gentle’and
True the family cat and dog? If I were
to visit Flint I would not only cast my
eyes up to her windows, but would climb
the stairs and interview her there and
then. BEss.

[By a manual education is meant in-
struction which not only includes knowl-
edge of mechanical principles but their
practical applicationin various handi—
crafts; an education which trains the
hands in some useful employment, as
well as develops the mental powers. The
idea of introducing education in manual
arts into the curriculum of our schools
and colleges, is to teach, in them, what a
boy or girl could only learn in the work—
shop or workyard, and fit the pupils to
enter upon a chosen trade With a knowl-
edge of the mechanical and philosophical
principles involved in their work, that
they may be intelligent workers. A kin-
dergarten is a school for very young
children, where instruction is administer-
ed in homeoepathic doses, suited to the
tender years of the children, according
to the ideas of Froebel. What the child-
ren learn—Which is principally ideas of
number, form, color, etc—is more in the
nature of play than anything else, the in.
struction being given in a way very grati-
fying to childish tastes,, by blocks,
frames of balls to give ideas of numbers,

 

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tle songs with their work, and to go
through a variety of exercises suited to
their years. We cannot give the entomo-
logical history of “the black millers”
without knowing more definitely what
insect is referred to. Will not B. J. B.,
of Burton, answer the inquiry about
Farmers’ Clubs? The Editor would be
glad to hear from some of the lady mem-
bers of the Webster Farmers’ Club, which
ranks with the best of its kind in the
State, concerning its methods of organ

ization, programme of exercises, etc.
Now is the time when such information is
needed, that preparations may be made
by those inclined to form clubs. looking
toward organization in autumn. We
should be glad to hear that many such
clubs will be formed for the coming win—
ter, and proud indeed if a few could trace
their inception to inspiration received
through the HOUSEHOLD. It is only to
save Bess’ life—she is “just dying,” she
says, and we cannot possibly spare her—
that we admit her personal request of E.
L. Nye, which the latter may answer
through the HOUSEHOLD or by private
letter, as she pleases. Perhaps the Editor,
from her vantage ground. does not suffi-
ciently appreciate the desire of the mem-
bers to know more of each other’s per:—
sonality, a curiosity quite harmless and
very natural. Yet we have always felt
that the success of our little paper was in
no small degree owing to the resolute
avoidance of personalities. ~HousEH0Ln
ED]

-—-—.O.-——-

THE RAINBOW.

 

When 'the summer shower is passing
away, and while the thunder is still roll-
ing among the hills, we have often seen
the rainbow. Every one admires the
beautiful arch which spans the sky; it is
caused by the striking of the sun’s rays
upon the drops of water as they fall from
the clouds. These rays are twice re-
fracted and once reflected as they meet
the transparent drops; if you look in the
dictionary you will find that refracted
means bent suddenly and reflected means
thrown back. The colors of the rain-
bow are seven in number and appear in
the following order: Red, orange, yel-
low, green, blue, indigo and violet.
These tints are most vivid when the
background of clouds is darkest and the
drops of rain fall closest. The continual
falling of the. rain while the sun shines
produces a new rainbow every moment;
and a curious fact that is that as each
spectator sees it from a particular point
of view, strictly speaking no two persons
see precisely the same rainbow.

A peculiar sacredness is attached to our
thoughts of the rainbow, on account of
the mention made of it in Genesis, when
after the deluge Noah saw its arch in the
sky. How glad he must have been to
view the sun once more. Then God said.
“I do set my bow in the clouds, and it
shall be for a token of a covenant between
me and the earth.” The story of the
rainbow, as the 'Bible tells it, is to be
found in the ninth chapter of Genesis,
from the eighth to the seventeenth verses.

BATTLE CREEK. Rnons.

 

AN AMERICAN BISHOP IN INDIA.

 

It was my privilege while in Detroit
last week, to atteni a reception tendered
by the Methodist churches of the city to
Bishop Thomas Bowman, the senior
bishop of the Methodist Egiscopal church
of America, who has spent a number or
years in India and in an address delivered
at the reception gave a graphic descrip—
tion of his travels in that far-off country.
I had read a good deal of the customs of
the natives of India, but added consider—
ably to my store of knowledge from the
bishop’s address, and thinking that what
I heard would be as interesting to other
readers of the HOUSEHOLD as it was to
myself, I venture to send a few of the ex-
periences of the bishop.

He was surprised to find the way in
which the natives of India lived so en-
tirely different from What he had been
led to believe from his reading. Every
native was found inside a village or city,
and in all his travels he did not find a
stray hut outside the confines of the
towns. The country immediately sur-
rounding the villages was cultivated, but
by people living in the villages. Out-
side of the cultivated land are thejungles.
On the cultivated land crops are raised
every year, and have been for many
thousands of years; sometimes two or
three crops are raised in a single year.
He was at a loss to understand how this
could be accomplished, inasmuch as no
fertilizing properties were ever applied
to the land. He became so much in-
terested in this seeming miracle that he
devoted some time to its study. He con-
cluded that it was owing in part to the
heavy rain storms which came in the
spring and fall, and also to the fact that
such refuse as Americans would use for
fertilizing purposes was carefully gather-
ed. dried and burned for fuel. From
the burning of this refuse there is emitted
a dense black smoke heavily charged
with vegetable matter, and this settles
upon the Eand surrounding the villages,
and thus keeps it constantly enriched.

Near Bombay, the bishop visited an
immense cave, 45 feet wide and 80 feet
deep. which had been cut out of a solid
rock. 0.1 the walls of this cave he found
beautiful specimens of carving, and
everything indicated a high degree of art.
He was much surprised that history makes
no mention of this beautiful cave.

He found immense numbers of English-
speaking people in south India. In ad-
dition to the regular natives of Europe,
there were a great many natives of India
who had been born of a European father
and a native mother, but these people
promptly resented any reference to their
nativity. He found nothing in that part
of India to indicate heathenism.

The Parsees are another distinct tribe
of natives; they are known as “fire-
worshippers.” or “ sun worshippers,” bit
this appellation is somewhat misleading,

symbols of the great God who created
them. These people live very much as
do Americans, and have every .hing in
common with our own people.

as they worship the sun and fire only as.

sevenths of the entire population of India.

The chief characteristic of these people

is the great care with which they dispose

of their dead. They have beautiful monu-

ments erected, many of which would ex-

el in cost and architecture any church in

Detroit. On the top of these monuments

are placed the dead bodies, stripped of

every particle of clothing, and there they

are left to the rays of the sun and the

mercy of birds, by which the bodies are

eventually carried away, and thus the

monument is made ready for another
body.

The temple of towers at Agra must in—
deed be a magnificent structure. Accord-
ing to the bishop it contains an immense
dancing room, a theatre, and every other

conceivable description of room devoted

to amusement. Lying out in an open
space in front of the temple is huge piece
of marble on which has been engraved ani-
mals and birds of every variety. In the
center of the temple is a large room
directly under the steeples, which are
five in number, rising one above
and within the other. A lady
who accompanied the bishop into the
temple stood still on reaching this spot,
and in a clear voice sang one stanza of
“ Oh for a Thousand Tongues to Sing,”
and five distinct echoes could be heard as
the sound reached each succeeding tower.
This is said to be the only place in the
world where such a novelty can be ex-
perienced. The bishop thinks this mag-
nificent temple could not be reproduced
in this country for one hundred millions
of dollars. It will be seen that this es-
timate is not too high when it is under-
stood that a Mohammedan can walk
around the outside of the structure and
then upon the inside and read the entire
contents of his bible, which is written up-
on the marble, each letter being inlaid
with precious stones. _

The bishop‘s description of the customs
and beliefs of the Hindoos was singular-
ly interesting. T ese natives of India
are never known to kill an animal, they
being of the opinion that each animal rep-
resents the grandparents of some of
their number.

They believe that a woman has no soul,
and would sooner kill one at any time than
an animal. When a woman dies, they
think she will make her appearance again
endowed with the soul of a man.
There is at Bombay a large hospital
where sick, injured and aged animals are
carefully nursed. At this hospital the
bishop met two boys which in every way
resembled wild wolves. They had been
caught in a pack of these animals and
were, under Christian treatment, pro—
gressing rapidly towards civilization. The
Hindoos have no conception of truth or
honesty, according to the bishop, but
have the most profound respect for an
American.

Christianity is making rapid strides in
India, notwithstanding the many con-
trary reports brought over by those who
would injure the cause. To illustrate this
the bishop quoted a controversy he had
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had questioned the captain as to the ad—
vance of Christianity in India, and he re-
plied that he had traveled over the whole
of India and had not met ten native
Christians. The bishop overheard this
reply, but did not immediately deny the
statement, being struck with amazement
at its falsity. , In recounting his exploits
in India the captain very soon after stated
that he had killed thirty tigers. ' The
bishop questioned the truthfulness of the
statement, and stated that he had traveled
over a considerable portion of India but
had never seen a tiger.

“But did you go in search of them?”
he was asked by the captain.

“No, I did not,” replied the bishop.
-‘But might I ask: Did you go in search
of native Christians while in India?”

The captain confessed himself beaten,
and acknowledged that there might be a
number of Christians that he did not see.

The bishop’s address was decidedly in-
teresting but I fear I have tired the reader
in my enthusiasm on this subject. How
ever, this is my first appearance in the
HOUSEHOLD and I promise not to weary
you again. OUTIs.

Owosso.
————QOO——--—-

OUR LITTLE EXPERIENCES.

 

I once heard a good minister say to his
congregation: “ I love to hear your little
experiences, they are great helps to me
in forming the character of my sermons.”
So to us are the letters of difierent ones
writing to the paper; helps to the man,
and guides to the wife, sons and daugh-
ters. How often do we get some new
idea just in the nick of time, or some
useful hint that we had almost forgotten;
there is something we can learn from
everybody, for really we are not all so
wise as the would- be wise. We learn
much from the ways of others, and if
more of us would write our thoughts it
would be better. Our Editor would sift
us, and at least we can help fill up the
waste—basket; perhaps there is many a
good thing goes into that, but who cares
so long as it is “registered.” Little ideas

are not always despisable, neither should ,

the farmer or his family think they are
the most degraded or illiterate of all
people. Ye who are so bashful, rise to your
might, fight the wrong and hold to that
which is right, and we will gain a little
from the experiences of others.

AN I‘I—OVER.
Pnantwnnn.
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THE SHADOW OF A GREAT
GRIEF. '

 

I surely thought that I was forgotten
by all the Housnnonnnns until El. See.
was mentioned by L. B. P. last week.
Shall I tell you, godd friends, why I have
not written for so long? My time and
my whole attention are giving to fighting,
fighting that dreadful disease—consump-
tion. My husband—my earthly all—is
the victim, and can you wonder that I
have neither time nor inclination for
writing? And, after all, what an un-
equal warfare it is? Little by little the
enemy gains the advantage, for in spite
of every exertion, and all the remedies

 

known to medical science, we are driven
back day by day. Physicians make no
improvement in the treatment of this
commonvailment. It defies them arid, as
a reproach to the profession, increases on
every side.

Doubtless many of the members know,
by an actual experience, all that I might

write, but

“ That ’tis a common grief
Bringeth but slight relief.
Ours is the bitterest loss.
Ours is the heaviest cross.”
EL. SEE.
Wasnme-ron.
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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

You can make as pretty a bonnet for
the baby at home as you can buy in the
store for several dollars. Get a half yard
of white surah silk, and shir it in fine
pufis on a muslin lining you have cut to
fit the babe’s head. Turn the edge next
the face over an inch and a half, to form
a ruche round the bonnet, and inside of
this baste a pleating of fine lace. Trim
with white satin ribbon, making a loose
bow on top of the head and another at the
bottom of the crown, and ties of ribbon.

 

AN Ohio farmer can find some good in
the existence of butterine. He quotes the
popular saying that the average farmer
wears out two wives in his life time, says
it is because the farmer's wife must
drudge over the milk—pans and churn in-
stead of resting, and says butterine drives
the farmer to feed the milk to the pigs
and calves, relieving _the wife of the
drudgery of butter-making at a shilling
or fifteen cents per pound it will accomp.
lish a good thing. The farmer can still
have gilt-edged butter on his own table,
what need he care who has to eat “sub-
stitutes?”

 

.A KENTUCKY lady says small cars of
Indian corn are a favorite pickle in that
State. They are pulled for that purpose
when between two or three inches long,
exclusive of the husk, and are said to
make a very good relish.

 

TEE N. Y. Herald says: “If it be
thought desirable to preserve fruit with-
out sugar the simple plan is to stew it
well in a stewpan, and when it is at as
nearly as possible the boiling point to fill
jars or bottles and hermetically seal them
at once. This may be done by the use of
ox or other bladders, or, in the absence
of bladders. of paper that has been gum~
med to ayard or more of cheap calico.
The paper would not stand the strain of
the steam, but if a sheet of paper he laid
on a dresser, and a yard of calico on the
top of it, and the calico then gummed
with a brush, this will make. a perfectly
impervious and tough covering, that will
stand as much strain as a bladder. A
capital paper for this purpose may now
be obtained at almost any butter dealer’s.
It is termed “ grease-proof ” paper, and it
is as impervious as bladder. All the dif—
ficulty about preserving fruit in a green
or pure state, is now, however, obviated
by the cheapness of sugar. Cane sugar
is sold by retailers in cubes at a few cents
per pound. If fruit be stewed with this
sugar, in the proportion of half a pound
or three-quarters of a pound to a pound
of fruit, according to the acidity of the
fruit, all that need be done is to gum a
sheet or paper in the way mentioned,
and place it over the jar or bottle, when

the stewed fruit will be safe for twelve
months if it be placed in‘ a cool and dry
place. Nothing can be more serviceable
or relishable in a family than a good
large stock of these preserved fruits.”
”w.

PERSONAL—Thanks to each and all of
my HOUSEHOLD friends for their words
of sympathy and kindness. Every one I
cherished more than “you can guess, in
these days of heat and dust and other
temporal vanities and vexations of spirit
and flesh that country homes know not
of. The next time that Betty or any
other of the HOUSEHOLD people cast a
thoughtful eye up my windows, please
come bodily up the stairs and call for E.
L. Nye. And if so you desire she will
take your measure for a new dress; or if
you don’t care to talk of fashions and
dresses we will talk of the HOUSEHOLD
and the farms. E L. NYE.

_____..,.___._

THE Rosa Bush—Last week one of the-
little girls who are interested in the-
HOUSEHOLD asked what she should do to
keep off the small green insects which
were destroying the buds on her rose
bushes. Here is a remedy which she may
try next year: Sift fine unslaked wood
ashes over the bushes. getting as much of
the ashes as possible on the under side of
the'leaves. .These aphides are very de—
structive, and the one great drawback to
rose culture. They suck the juice from
the tender leaves and buds, causing the
latter to blast. They increase so rapidly
that when they once appear on a bush,
they soon cover it unless checked by
some means. Another plan is to take a
dipper of water, and, holding it under
the twigs, brush or jar the bugs into it.
This must be done early in the morning,
as then the bugs will fall at the slightest
jar to the bush, and will give Teeny a
chance to prove which she loves best, her
morning nap or her roses. Still another
way is to spray the bushes with tobacco
tea, or blow pyrethrum powder on the in-
fested twigs. "

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WASHING Dresses—I have decided that
no woman need stand up to wash dishes.
All that is necessary is a table some
inches lower than the ordinary height,
and one may rest tired feet while wash-
ing and wiping all the table dishes. I
have often wondered why women do not
arrange to spare themselves so much

work in a standing position. A table
with legs shortened to the proper height
to admit washing dishes, ironing, cleaning
vegetables, preparing fruit, making pies,
cookies and cake, while seated in a com—
fortable chair, ought to be in every wo-
man’s kitchen. We are so foolish when we
make ourselves unnecessary work, or do
not lighten the indispensable labor of
the_kitchen by every means in our power,
We could easily accustom ourselves to do
much of the work mentioned above, sit-
ting instead of standing; it would seem
awkward at first, no doubt. It is only
force of habit which makes us think we
must stand. But suppose our healthy,
stirring neighbor should come in and find
us seated at the ironing table; would she
not think us lazy? If she has good sense
she will go home and do likewise, and
any way, calling a person lazy does not
make them so. Whatever husbands our

 

strength for other work cannot be called
laziness. n.

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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