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JUNE 13, 1887.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-f-Supplement.

 

 

WOMAN.

Most fluttered and least trusted of the race,

Dropt for a whim and followed for a face.

Loved for their follies, their devotion scorned,

In presence slighted and in absence mourned.

Their hearts. their characters. by men abused:

Who never think their help should be refused:

Seated by kings and trampled in the mire,

The best and worst they equally inspire.

Cursed for their weakness, hated when they‘re
strong:

Whatever happens, always in the wrong.

Tact is their genius. Add yet one thing more,

Woman is lost when woman proves a bore.

————999——-—

CITY GARDENS.

 

Every city is beautiful in proportion to
the interest felt by its inhabitants in their
individual surroundings. Stately public
buildings and imposing business blocks are
not more an index to the wealth and
public spirit of a community than are trim
lawns, turf-bordered avenues and vigorous
trees. Detroit has the reputation of being

, a beautiful city, and deservedly, for there

are few homes, relatively speaking. except
among the very poor, Where the grass plot
is not kept closely shaven and a few flowers
are not taught to bloom. Those who have
no gardens, whom brick ’walls and stone
pavements crowd too closely, ornament
their piazzas with hanging-baskets, or
fasten under the windows boxes of trailing
vines and gay foliage plants. Err—Governor
Alger’s grounds have but one flower bed,
which is planted to palms and great white
hydrangeas, plants which correspond well
with the severely plain architecture of the
house—ordinary bedding plants would look
ridiculous in juxtaposition with it. The
Bagley mansion, standing 011 a smooth
shaven lawn unbroken by a single flower
bed or shrub, gives the impression that it is
literally overflowing with bloom. because
every window has its box of plants. every
balcony its drapery of vines. Part of the
western side of Allen Sheldon’s house is
literally covered with a dense growth of
Ampelopsz’s Vetchiz‘, as level and thick as
a close out turf; it is very beautiful. A
disused fountain in the grounds of the
Avery home has its basins, of which there
are several, crowded with plants in bloom,
and is perhaps more beautiful than if it car-
ried out its original design.‘ Ampelopsis,
both A. quinquefolz'a and A. Vetchiz’,
wistaria, clematis, coboea, honeysuckle, are
lavishly employed to turn piazzas into
bowers of verdure and clothe angles and
comices with foliage; while stately
dracaenas, cannas and agaves, the leopard-
llke farfugium, the rubber tree and a variety

 

of palmlcannot name, are lavishly em-
ployed to ornament entrances, or as in-
dividual plants upon lawns.

In certain places where dense shade pre-
vents the growth of other plants, and keeps
the grass thin and sickly, ferns are em—
ployed to beautify. A large bed, perhaps
four feet in diameter, has for its centre a
beautiful specimen of Maidenhair, with
polypods and Pteris encircling it; it is as
handsome and far more unique than any of
our ordinary bedding material.

Among the many fine gardens in this
city, is that of Mrs. Thompson, founder of
the “Thompson Home for Old Lidies.”
It is at the corner of Fort and Shelby
Sireets, and wins much admiration from
passers-by. It is better known, per-
haps, to strangers than any other, because
of its locatim so near the business centre.
I pass it several times daily, and much
enjoy its beauty and fragrance. more, pos-
sibly, than its owner, for the windows on
that side of the house are rarely open. and
the resident, an elderly lady, is almost
helpless. In shape it is a parallelogram,
extending nearly to the alley, the street
bounding two sides of it. In the centre is
a fountain, where all day showers of spray
fall from the upturned throats of swans into
the green bISlll below, and trim brown
sparrows flutter their wings and quarrel on
the edge. A line statue of St. George and
the Dragon is well to the fr011t;-it took a
prize at the Centennial Exposition, I am
told. A beautiful vase is crowded with
liydrangeas and fuchsias. a bronze female
figure stands sentinel near the side door.
and astatue of Phyllis. in short petticoit
and laced stomacher, implies a flirtation
withagardener Corydon whose garments
rather need a coat of paint, and who seems
to stand awaiting her, partly concealed
behinda shrub. There ace several flower
beds laid out about he fountain: one is
planted to crocus and hyacinth bulbs; I
always know spring is surely cone when
the yellow-headed “Cloth of Gold ” faces
sun or snow, as chances. The hyacinths,
elected by the Elitor of the Gardener’s
.lIonthly “president of the Bulb Republic,"
follow in quick succession; when these are
done blooming it is usually late enough to
put out bedding plants; this year scarlet
geraniums occupy the bed. In another,
tulips, single and double, nod their gay
cups like dowager-duchesses over a choice
bit of scandal, and later, foliage plants,
centaurea, coleus, etc, are planted in rows
or sections. There is one little bed which
is always carpeted with portulacca, and an-
other with a caladium for a centre, and

 

l1elir1tr<me and rose geranium, two of the
sweetest things that grow, nestle. under its
bread leaves. A larger oval bed is planted
with . garden cowslips for a border and
clumps of white “grass pinks ” at each
end: there are always pansies there too, and
later, great white lilies uphold their
Chalices to be dew-filled, and then rifled by
the busy humming-birds that haunt the
place. There is a clump of Yucca a little in
the background which puzzled me not a lit-
tle at first to place its sharp, lanceolate
leaves—“ Spanish daggers ”—which pierced
the snow all winter and were yet green in
spring. But when the tall flower stem ap-
peared, a branching candelabra wreathed
with cup-shaped flowers. I knew it. and
was childishly delighted to have. solved the
emundrum at last.

A. space the width of the garden and
about eight feet deep, is devoted to old—
fashioned flowers, and serves also as :1 sort
of floral l1oSpital for plants not needed else-
where. There are the sword-like leaves of
the yellow iris growing up with perennial
p.1lox. and great clumps of day llles. the
yellow buttercup we knew in childhood as
“golden button,” prmies, columbine. the
\Iercury among flowers with its wings and
spurs, and always srm1etall-growing plants
for a background, the bronze hi on 11 discs of
sunflowers with their yellow frills, or the
metallic foliage of the castor oil bean. which
is, by the way, a very stately and ornamen-
tal plant when thrit'tily grown. Some
choice budded roses are just coming into
bloom, and sometimes make me Covet my
neighbor s——il~r.\"eis. All these are set in
n1o:aic in soft emerald turf. to which the
dull brown of the house, mined by the
vines which clamber over tne bay windows,
makes a fine background.

A friend who visited nae a couple of
years ago, was: very lavish in praises of the
beauties of the country, the delights of
country living, the advantage over city
brick kaud stone the charm of forest and
held, and rather cmnniserated me for being
compelled to a city life. We were going
fora ride in a few moments, and as I never
use words when I know a better argument,
I waited. When the carriage came I di-
rected our course through some of the finest
parts of the city, past the Grand Circus and
Cass parks, and along the beautiful-
residence streets away from business. He
took it all in, the elegant homes and their
beautiful appointments, the clean. smooth
streets, with lines of trees between curb and
pavement, and finally settled back with a.
little sigh: “Well, they say ‘God made
the country and man made the town,’ and


 

2 THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

man has made this town exceedingly
beaufiful. I should like to live here!” I
felt that I had fairly won my revenge, and
magnanimously refrained from saying “I
told you so.” BEA me.

”—QOO—

MONEY.

 

Perhaps one of the best tests we have of a
man’s practical wisdom is the way he uses
his money, and the manner in which he
makes it. saves it and spends it. .While no
man should consider it the chief end of life
to accumulate money, neither is it a trifling
matter, for it represents. to a large extent,
the means of physical comfort and social
well being. Burns tells us

" Not for to hide it in a hedge,

Nor fora train attendant;
But for the glorious privilege.
0f being indepenc‘ent.“
But itseems almost impossible to avoid the
two extremes; the inordinate desire to ac-
quire and hoard wealth indulged until one
becomes a perfect miser. orto sow the easily
accumulated wealth broadcast. The apostle
tells us that the man who will not provide
for his household "‘ is worse than an infidel.”
Every man is justified in working hard and
being prudent and saving, in order to lay by
for that “rainy day” that is quite liable to
come; but that does not necessarily mean
being niggardly and miserly. The provi-
dent and careful man is having a good deal
of discipline, for he must necessarily be a
thoughtful man, and he makes a great effort
it he succeed in life with this object; it is of
itself an education, for he must exercise
patience. perseverance and self-respect; and
too, he needs to have a thoroughly good
opinion of himself, “he will not then suffer
from that horrible self-distrust, which makes
some men let themselves drift on and on
with the tide, instead of taking the rudder
into their own hands and steering straight
on direct for the haven where they would
be.”

There is no class of people who place so
little value upon money as those who work
for day wages. One would naturally sup-
pose that a higher value would be set upon
it, and self-denial and frugality would be
practiced; but living from hand to mouth
will soon eat and drink it all up, and then
dependence is placed upon the frugal in
times of commercial crises. This causes so
much “social helplessness and suffering.”
There is no work of reform that needs more
laborers. Socrates said, “Let him that
would move the world move first himself.”
Aclass that never provides for the future
must perforce be an inferior class. It is
in God’s ordinance that there should
be a working class, and if they cultivat—
ed a spirit of self-help they would be
" leveled up to a higher standard, instead
of pulling others down to theirs.” Re—
ligion, virtue and intelligence are advanc-
ing. One great writer says: " All moral
philosophy is as applicable to a common
and private life, as to the most splendid.
Every man carries the entire form of the
human condition within him.” A great
many men have dated their downfall to the
time they commenced borrowing. Shaks-
peare says

“Neither a borrowerfnor alender be ;_
For loan oft loses both itself and friends;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry."

 

 

 

This is an age of fast living. Men live
beyond their means in order to keep up
with their neighbors; they spend their in-
come, and finding that insufficient, borrow,
but there always comes a pay day. We can
overestimate the power of money. Rich
men and subscription lists have not
accomplished all the great things: there
have been thinkers, inventors, artists and
discoverers among manual laborers. In
fact, money proves more often an impedi-
ment than a stimulus to action. But there
is no life so miserable, no life that dwarfs
the soul and hardens all the better feelings
of a man, as to isolate himself from soziety,
and know no pleasure beyond piling up the
glittering gold. Once let a man cultivate
this inordinate desire of conquer-lug wealth,
and gloating over it, and hoarding it, he is
ruined forever, for there is no passion so
irrepressible.

There is a strong tendency in the human
heart to covet money. There is nothing
that affords us more comforts and luxuries,
nothing that brings us so much misery and
discomfort. How sad. and fearful too, it is
to see a man whose highest aim is to heap
up money that he .vill never enjoy, that he
knows he can not take with him, for the
same space of ground is accorded us all.
Think of an instance where a man through
stinginess and a keen business tact had
accumulated two hundred thousand dollars;
the last words he said after signing his
will were “ Well; if the children take half
the comfort spending it that I have making
it, 1 shall be glad”

“ Oh! cursed lust of gold 3 when for thy sake
’l‘he fool throws up his interest in bothworlds,
First starved in this, then damned in that to

come.”

That money, rightly used, is a good
thing is a fact that cannot be denied; used
judiciously, it surrounds us with all the
comforts and many of the luxuries of life.
It is a good feeling. the feeling that one is
independent as far as worldly goods are
concerned; a person has a good footing in
society; he is treated with much respect if
he has property that he has amassed by
honest means, and uses it in a manner that
shows it is not his idol. It is the love of
money—not money itself—that is the root
of evil. Sir Walter Scott said “that the
penny siller slew mair souls than the
naked sword slew bodies.”

I have read of an eminent man of busi-
ness whose life had mainly been spent in
money making, and he had succeeded. On
his death he turned to a favorite daughter,
and said “ Hasn’t it been a mistake?” he
had been thinking of the good other men
had done, of the happiness they had derived
from so doing, while he had turned his
attention exclusively to piling up gold for
his children, but he must leave it all. what
had been the sole aim of. his life. A great
many consider that the most successful life
in which a man gets the most pleasure, or
honor or fame. Not so. That man suc-
ceeds best who does the greatest amount of
useful work and human duty; who gets the
most manhood. The men of mark in

society, are men of sterling character, of

disciplined experience, of moral excellence.

Such a man can look down, without the

slightest feeling of envy, upon the person

of mere worldly success, the man of money-

bags and acres.” EVANGELINE.
BATTLE CREEK.

 

A WOMAN ’S VEXATIONS.

No sooner are we settled, with many of
our long felt wants supplied, than some
new vexation dodges up. We have been
congratulating ourselves upon the comfort
and neatness of our little flat in a large
building, situated in a desirable part of the
“South Side,” convenient to cars, with
elevator, coal brought up and garbage taken
away, a laundry where the washing, no
matter how large, is done for 50 cents, etc,
etc., all for $20 per month. With every-
thing new and clean to start, it is not very
hard for two women to work down town
and keep house quite respectably. When
Vashti announced that the dentist had
moved into fiat 258, which is next door, I
knew the shadow of our happiness had
come. We have thought perhaps that a
country village was too thickly settled. I
have learned that it may be the same way
in these w nderfully convenient buildings,
where so many people make themselves
homes in cities. She is a female dentist
who deluded me through my sympathy with
working women, to employ her to fill a
both. She caused me to lose two days
from my work and the best part of two Sun-
days, charged me $10, and after howling
about a few days longer I paid a man 354
more to get the tooth cured.

This female dentist may not be a repre-
sentative. I hope not, but my faith in the
sex in that profession is hopelessly wrecked.
She is too intimate with a body. I don’t
like to be disturbed in my Sunday devo-
tions of reading the newspapers, to lend a
cup of sugar, nor to share my coal tickets,
nor to be broken in upon just as I get ready
for bed to be asked to lend $6 50. Neither
is it enjoyable to be entertaining one’s par-
ticular friends, and have a female dentist
drop in and monopolize the precious evening,
not yet to be disturbed at the only square
meal one has all day, to hand out a pinch of
salt, and then see your only porcelain ket-
tle go with the dentist, and not get home
for a week, when you bring it back yourself.
I am undecided whether to protect myself
With a succession of falsehoods, to ask the
prayers of the church, or to move. What
would the HOUSEHOLD sisters do with
such a placid, good tempered neighbor with
whom we cannot get angry?

I am not unconscious of the perils that
environ me when I touch the sensibilities
of my own sex, but I have a gift to speak of
the present cheap craze, an illusion which
really seems to me must result in a calamity
to the intellects of women before long.
While men are bustling about multiplying
laws, dabbling in lawsuits, building rail-
roads and taking care of the country gen-
erally, women have started out without
yoke, curb or rein, under the fascination of
that word cheap, to wade through mud and
mire and rain in the mad pursuit of ad-
vertised “bargains.” It is come to be a
malady and we are all infected by it. A
tour of observation through the aisles of the
magnificent stores of our excellent city,
discloses the fact that nearly all the cheap
garments and low priced articles on sale
are the product of women’s labor, and the
principal purchasers of these articles are
women. Masculine ears are tingling under
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'wages paid to women, and yet we find that
the demand for low prices when they pur-

chase, is longer, louder and more persis-

itent from women than from men. They
“bargains,” and merchants

.flaming advertisements, to s itisfy this craze.
.Does a woman ever stop to think that for
every cheap garment she buys and con-
gratulates herself on the money she has
saved, some other woman is starving for
that extra pittance? That nickel or quarter
was pinched from the wages of Some
Itoiler, who very prooahly sat up more than
half the night to make what you have saved
-by your heartless demand for cheap gar-
Iments. All the declarations and proclmna-

' ‘tions made for a thousand years will not

make this different. lt' every woman in
:the city of Chicago would employ a seam-
stress and pay her fair wages. could you
buy elaborate night robes for 81, when you
know that the work on the garment is worth
that sum, and yet it has been made for ten
cents? Would men then find it possible to
crowd hundreds of women into narrow
rooms and grow rich off their toil? No, not
if one half these women were employed as
they should be by women who have homes.
Every woman who does not do her own
sewing can lend a hand in this much talked
of reform. Let us get rid of this malady
which cries out continually for things cheap.

This sewing business is just the right place, ~

.and it is in the power of almost every
Woman to doa little of the work of salva-
tion. DAFFODILLY.

CHICAGO.
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OUR PICNIC.

 

One day last week the word went around,
*‘ Let us all go to the lake on Saturday for a
day of recreation and rest.” Several famil-
ies expressed themselves pleased with the
plan, accordingly we sent a messenger
Friday evening and engaged five boats, but
on reaching the place at ten sharp Saturday
morning found only two left, as other par-
ties had arrived before us, and the pr0prie-
tor, thinking “one bird in the hand worth
two in the bush,” had let them go; but we
soon found plenty others for half the money,
and loading in our dinner-baskets," boxes
and pails, jumped aboard and rowed away
to an island about a mile distant, where,
amid much merry chatter. we Spread our
table-cloths and eatables upon the grass, and
partook of a most bountiful dinner. A few
flies and one small lizzard put in an appear—
ance, otherwise everything went well. After
gathering up the fragments that nothing he
lost, and while resting in the shade, we
heard several pistol shots fired in quick
succession at a short distance, which has
since resulted in thirty-five days in jail for
the main actor, as the balls came too close
to a party on the water. We then went
around Long Point to see the new cottage,
just erected for resorlers. The occupants
came out to see the circus, and I think were
much pleased, as we heard the familiar gig—
gle as we sailed away. On reaching the
island we found some of our party had been
fishing, and had quite a string of fish to
take home, while a few of the ladies were
evidently able to paddle their own canoe, as
they were complaining of blistered hands.

 

We again loaded in our baskets and
steered for Luke’s Landing, where, seated
on the green sward, under the old oaks, we
ate from our baskets and drank of good cold
water our fill, then hitching up the horses
we started for home, promising ourselves to
go again. We reached home before» sun-
down, and if tired we at least had had a
change. Rusrrc.

PLAISWELL.
————.-O*———

A MAN’S IDEAL.

 

A prominent resident of this city, more or
less renowned for his bright sayings, recent-
ly undertook to give his ideas on “A Model
Wife.” Chief among all. virtues he placed
the ability to cook a good square meal. N ow
my ideas of a model wife would demand a
great many achievements in advance of her
cooking abilities, and do you want to know
what I would require in the composition of
a model wife? Well, I will tell you. First
of all, I would not have a crank of any de—
scription; by “crank” I mean a woman who
is given to devoting her entire time and
energies to one subject. I would not have
a wife who could only cook a “good square
meal,” to the exclusion of all other house-
hold accomplishments, or who would de-
vote her time to sweeping or cleaning to the
neglect of preparing a “good square meal;”
or what is worse still, in my estimation,
looking after the heathen of foreign lands,
or constantly talking temperance work to
the almost total eclipse of all domestic
duties. I would want my wife to devote
her time to her husband and her home first,
then if any time remained after they had
been fully cared for, I would not object to
her putting in a word for temperance or the
poor heathen. I can put my finger on a
large number of ladies in this city, ladies of
families too, who can be seen at all hours of
the day or night, trotting around on what
they are pleased to term “temperance work.”
and I never see them but I drop into a
reverie on what the sufferings of their
families must be.

I would want a wife to be educated suf-
ficiently to be able to converse with me on
all the topics of the day; but I would not
want her to be so talkative that I would
have no chance to interpolate my side of the
argument; if there is one thing in woman
which I utterly abhor it is to hear her tongue
clattering along at a 2:10 gait, with voice
pitched to an exceedingly high key; in an
attempt to say something, which she seldom
accomplishes. With these preliminaries at-
tended to, I would then look to my ideal’s
culinary achievements. Now, I am just as
fond of a “good square meal” as my neigh-
bor, but I will not demand of a wife that
she be able to prepare all the delicacies of a
Delmonico dinner; not at all. If she can
bake a good loaf of bread, I will prize that
above all cakes that were ever pierced with
a straw nipped from a convenient broom;
the plainest cooking is good enough for me
if it is prepared with an eye to all the little
ins and outs pertaining to economy. After
the cooking I should think the care of the
house would follow. Now, in this little
item of household work I should think a
great many women err. My model will
keep her house clean and tidy without any
effort at overdoing the matter. I do not

 

like to see a woman going around the house
from daylight to dark, sweeping here and
dusting there, merely to grat fy a whim.
More tact is required, I take it, in this
matter of sweeping and dusting, than in
any other branch of woman’s work, and
three minutes’ consideration by the brain
forces will oftentimes save as many hours
of hard labor.

Personally, my ideal must have a disposi-
tion and temper that are both mild; she will
also have an inclination to study, she will
love music and be able to entertain friends
with her musical abilities.

In appearance she will have dark eyes,
either brown or black. and dark hair. She
will not he too fleshy, neither will she be a
skeleton; she will possess natural charms
sufficient to enable her to dispense with
everything smackingof the artificial. Now,
methinks I hear some of the girls say, “Oh,
he wants the earth!” Not so, ladies, the
artificial so largely enters into the composi-
tion of three-fourths of the women we meet
upon the streets of this city that it has be-
come a source of great disgust to me, inas-
much as no efforts are now made to shield
the Shams. ’Twere better, girls, to allow
the face and figure to remain as nature en-
dowed them than to apply artificial means,
for which sooner or later many unhappy
moments will arise.

And last, but in no wise least, I will have
my model wife acquaint herself with my de-
sires and comply with my requests in so far
as practicable without detriment to her
health or neglect of her household. If I
desire to light my pipe or cigar and sit down
in an easy ‘Bhair in the sitting-room for a
quiet smoke I do not care to be told to go
out in the yard to smoke, especially if the
mercury is capering around the freezing
point. If I desire to go to the theatre my
model will not be so narrow-minded that
she will have conscientious scruples against
it. As an educator I place the theatre
second to none other, and if those whom
we find constantly crying it down were
more frequent visitors I think their views
would entirely coincide with mine.

Now with these various accomplishments
combined in one woman, I will have no
hesitancy in saying “with this ring I thee
wed, and with all my worldly goods I thee
endow." When such a woman is found I
will be enabled to establish a "model home,”

governed by a “model wife.”
OUTIS.

DETROIT.
—————¢o.—-——

A NUT TO CRACK.

 

Here is, a question which we will present
to the readers of the HovsnuoLn, asking
for expressions of individual opinion upon
it: If a woman has money or property be-
longing to her before marriage, is it or it
not her duty to turn it over to her husband,
giving him control of it and the income
from it; or is it expedient for her to retain
it in her own name and management, and
use the profits which may arise therefrom,
as she prefers. We would like the ideas,
either theoretical or from practical ex-
perience, of our readers; and have space
also for any masculine opinions which may
be proffered, which treat the subject from
the husband’s standpoint.

 


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4:

THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

THE GUEST CODE.

 

Harper’s Bazwr has an excellent and
suggestive article on the duties of a guest
to host and hostess, from which we make a
few extracts which seem pertinent to the
conditions of ordinary life:

The first article in the code is punctuality.
Never keep people waiting.

A model visitor comes when she is asked
and goes away on the moment; no lingering
another week, or waiting fona later train.
We are apt to visit our friends when it is
convenient for us, and not when it is con-
venient for them.

The guest should be as agreeable as she
can. Very few of us are as agreeable as
we might be. We allow indolence, self-in-
dulgence, a selfish preoccupation, to inter-
fere. The truly ageeable person is not al-
ways the great wit or fine scholar, or
brilliant conversationalist, but some quiet
body who is simpatica, one who is receptive
and agreeable, who makes the cool day
seem warmer, the warm‘ day seem cooler,
who carries her temperature with her.

Never join in the family quarrels. If
there is any antagonism do not take sides;
avoid unwise partizanship over any little
matter of difference. Family relatives can
do a good deal of innocent quarreling among
themselves without mischief, but it gives a
quarrel great cohesion if a third party joins
in.

Never find fault with a friend’s servants.
People may dislike and distrust their own
servants, but they never forgive others for
doing so. They d) not enjoy being told of
their faults any more than of the back-
sliding of their children.

No guest should thrum on the piano, or
play pianoforte solos unless invited. Music
is often delightful, but it can be agreat
bore. A great talker is apt to be tiresome
anywhere; there should be wisdom and
moderation in all things.

The model guest should be always espec.
ially attentive to her hostess. In no
country in the world, by a strange over-
sight in manners, is so little attention paid
to the lady of the house. as in America. ,She
is allowed to take all the trouble, to be the
deus ea; machine, to keep the house, to ar-
range for the guests, and then be left out
of everything that is pleasant. Her daugh-
ters often snub her, her sons laugh at her,
and her guests forget her. This argues a
lack of good breeding. It can hardly be
the absence of good heart; but it is a lack of
manner.

A model guest is not only under certain
obligations while she remains in the house;
but she is under greater ones when she
leaves it. She must carry no word of gossip
away which might injure any of its in-
mates; she should give no hint as to the
family secrets, of health or disease, or of
quarrels, nor reveal anything learned by
chance. A guest is under the same moral
responsibility as is the family physician or
lawyer; neither must reveal anything.
What harm has been done by the vagabonds
of society who abuse the hospitality of their
hosts by going from one house to another,
carrying the secrets of internal economy
with them!

Even if a guest has been objectionable,

 

she should not be criticised when she de-
parts. She came as a friend, if she has
abused a friend’s privilege, she is not
asked again, but she is not talked about.
“He who tastes my salt is sacred; neither
I nor my house shall attack him, nor shall
one word be said against him.” And the
guest shouli respond. “ Whose bread I have
eaten, he is thenceforth my brother.”
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“JACK.”

 

WHAT a sad story is that of “Jack,”
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps’ contribution to the
June Century! Jack, the son of a drunken
Fairharbor fisherman, born in storm and
shipwreck, takes early and of nature to his
father’s vices, is borne home to his mother
dead drunk at twelve years, and returns to
life from his maudlin sleep to find her still
in death, and with the last restraint re-
moved—“by the time his mother’s grave
was green with the scanty Fairharbor grass,
rank weeds had overgrown the sorrow of
the homeless boy”—treads the downward
path, with intervals of Sobriety, in which he
tells his messmates he has “reformed.”
The curse of heredity is upon him; he is
heir to an estate to which none dispute his
title, the alcoholized brain-cells of the
inebriate. The story ends with atragedy.
as forcibly pictured as Dickens gives us in
the finale of the story of Nancy. In a
passion of drunken jealousy he ships for a
fishing-trip, not knowing that the blows
showered upon “Teen” carried death
with them, and when told what he had
done, is stunned with the magnitude of his
crime, for in his rare sober moments he still
loved the yellow-haired girl who swore truth
to him “by the Rock of Ages,” though
neither comprehended the meaning of the
oath; it was the one thing “Jack” held
sacred, because his mother’s memory was
connected with the beautiful old hymn. It
seems as if no man withahuman heart
could lift the whiskey glass to his lips, after
reading this story, without remembering
its moral, and that in fostering the habit—-
which like Vishnu, entreats humbly for a
mere foothold, and ends by conquering
everything—he may be preparing the path
his son, and perhaps his son’s son, must
tread, by virtue of constitutional inclina-
tion. For more and more those who study
the subject are convinced that the alcohol
habit results in a diseased condition of the
brain, which is transmissible like any
hereditary disease, and develops in the
offspring of the intemperate man, into a
desire or predisposition to the use of liquor
almost impossible to control at best, and
utterly uncontrollable except under con-

ditions of strictest abstinence.
BE ATRIX.

DAFFODILLY sends us the latest addition
to the HOUSEHOLD collection of photo-
graphs, a fine cabinet of herself, for which
she will please accept our thanks. By the
way, it may not be improper to quote the
observation of a_. lady who was lately study-
ing with great interest the pictures already
collected. “Well,” she said, in her bright,
positive way, “they’re a lot of very nice
looking people, anyhow; their pictures show
them to be bright, intelligent, earnest
women.” And the compliment was well
merited.

 

' HOUSEHOLD HINTS. '

 

IF you can clean ribbons with anything
satisfactorily, you can do it with benzine.

 

A PASTE for labeling glass bottles may
be made by heating starch on a piece of tin
while stirring until the color becomes yel-
lowish brown. Boil in water and make a
thick paste. It may be kept from souring
by adding a few drops of creosote.

 

NEVER enterasick room in astate of
perspiration, as the minute you become cold
your pores absorb. Do not approach con-
tagious diseases with an empty stomach,
nor sit between the sick and the fire, be
cause the heat attracts the vapor.

 

DR. MIAL, of England, is reported as
treating ingrowing nails successfully by
simply painting the irritated soft parts
twicea day with a solution of tannin—an
ounce of fresh tannic azid dissolved in six
drachms of pure water, with gentle heat.
The painting is continued until the nail
has grwwn to its proper length and breadth.
Pain and lameness quickly disappear. No
other treatment is employed.

 

MISS CORSON bakes bread in this manner:
After the bread or biscuit dough is put into
the buttered pans cover them with a folded
towel, and place the pans where the same
gentle heat will strike them, turning them
about to insure an even rising. Do not put
the pans where it is impossible to bear the
hand with ease. When the dough has
risen to twice its original volume, brush
the bread and biscuit with melted butter, or
with a little milk in which sugar is dis-
solved, and then put them into a moderate
oven to bake; the butter will make a crisp
brown crust; the temperature of the oven is
about right when the hand can be held in it
without burning while one counts fifteen
quickly.

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Contributed Recipes.

LEMON P1E.—One teacupfui sugar; one
tablespoonful butter; one egg; juice and
grated rind of one lemon; beat all together
-Stir one tablespoonful of flour in a coffeecup
with alittle cold water, fill with boiling wa-
ter: when cool stir all together and bake in
an open crust. Beat the white of an egg with
a tablespoonful of sugar, spread on top and
return to the oven to brown slightly. '

Bass.

 

RICE PUDDING.—T0 a quart of new milk add
one well beaten egg, 8. teacupful of boiled
rice and one of raisins, and a small cupful of
white sugar. Grate a little nutmeg over the
top and stirin a pinch of salt. Bake in an
earthen dish till done, or until the liquid 18
creamy, not till it has become whey. After
it is done stir in a lump of good sweet butter,
and serve.

Asruaaous ON Tonga—Boil the aspargus
in salted water until tender. Stir a very lit-
tle flour into a couple of tablespoonfuls of
butter, drain off the water in which the as-
paragus was boiled, and stir kin the butter.
Have ready some thin slices of bread toasted
brown, dip the asparagus on the slices and
add a couple of tablespoonst of hot sweet
cream or rich milk. B.

Dunou.

 

 

 

 

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