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DETROIT, APRIL 4:, 1891.

 

 

THE H O USEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

HAPPY WOMEN.

 

impatient women, as you wait
In cheerful homes to-night, to hear
'The sound of steps that, soon or late,
Shall come as music to your ear;

Forget yourselves a little while,
And think in pity of the pain

01 women who will never smile
To hear a coming step again.

Babies that in their cradles sleep,
Belong to you in perfect trust:
Think of the mothers left to weep,
Their babies lying in the dust.

And when the step you wait for comes,
And all your world is full of light,
0 women! safe in happy homes,
Pray for all lonesome souls to—night.
—Phaabe Gary.

H—

MAN OR WOMAN?

 

{Reply to address delivered by Mr. Chas. Baker
before Grand Blane Farmers‘ Club on the
question “ Who has been productive of the
most proﬁt on the farm, men or woman?” by
Mrs. H. R. Dewey]

Some months since there appeared in the
columns of the Housnnonn of the them-
can FARMER (a very able paper it is too,
edited and managed exclusively by a
woman), a very graphic account of how a
woman, a farmer‘s wife, was once sur-
prised by unexpected company, at a time
when the family larder was wofully empty.
Such times may occur in the best regulated
families. The corner grocery and the
country store were alike far distant. But
she rallied her woman’s genius and rose,
w0man-iike, equal to the occasion. With
a warm welcome for her guests, from
the materials at hand, namely, "a slice of
cold hymn, a drumstick and chicken wing,
two cookies, a cold boiled egg, a cold
potato and a little dab of raspberry jam,”
supplemented by unlimited tact, immacu-
late table linen and cut glass dishes she
set forth a sumptuousrepast for six people.
Her guests feasted right royally and de-
parted, congraulating themselves on the
lovely visit they had enjoyed.

The account read well. But this woman
was honest. Your admiration for her
housewifely genius is lost in a nobler senti-
ment, as you read her closing declaration,
“ This is all a lie.” And she proceeded to
demonstrate the fact that it was impossible
for even a woman to make something out
of nothing. That was reserved for a man
to try to do, as witness the present oc-
casion. As the gentleman read his paper
I listened for a similar conclusion, but I
listened in vain. I did not hear him say, as
did the lady I have mentioned, “ Tale is
all a lie.” Hence we are to conclude I

 

suppose that he fully means all he asserts.

I too am glad this discussion has arisen,
else we would have failed to truly appre-
ciate the over-weaning modesty of the
gentleman and his views on this question.
His position is only equaled, in my mind,
by that of a young Englishman who ad-
vertised fora wife. He said he was not
very particular. He only stipulated for
two things—£15,000 and an angel!

The gentleman in his able effort speaks
of our grandmothers and their labors.
Yes, they did spin and weave, made butter
and cheese, dipped tallow candles evenings,
cooked over a ﬁreplace and baked in a
brick oven, sat up nights to make all the
clothes their families were, and they
raised ten children apiece, which is a little
better than some do in these degenerate
(t) days. Yes, they did all those things,
and they were old ladies at forty, with
bent shoulders and dim eyes and stiff j )ints ,
and took to caps, spectacles, little capes
and foot-stoves, and ever after sat in the
chimney corner, with the everlasting knit-
ting needles which women of those days
were never expected to be without. But
can you imagine one of our grandmothers
at the age of forty, givinga charming reci-
tation, or singing a lovely song to enter-
tain an audience of her townspeople and
the public generally, as the gentleman’s
charming wife has sometime favored us?
All honor to those noble grandmothers, say
1. They labored well, but not always
wisely. Had they not done so much they
would have transmitted to their descend-
ants stronger emstitutions and hardier
nerves. Our grandfathers had none of the
improved implements considered so indis~
pensable by every farmer today. They
sowed grains by hand, cut grain with a
cradle or sickle, and grass with a scythe.
But I never heard a man acknowledge
himself inferior to his grandfather. The
efforts of some of the best minds are bent
to the invention of labor-saving imple-
ments. Surely it would seem a little selﬁsh
to limit all these solely to man’s work.

This is not merely an age of muscle, but
an age when brawn and brain work to-

. gather to accomplish the best results, and

that we, as a club, have among us a man
who estimates woman by her muscular
ability at the washtub or the scrubbing—
brush, I blush to learn. Truly, ” History
repeats itself.” When Adam sinned he
immediately laid all the blame on Eve,
saying, “This woman, Lord, who then
gavest me tempted me, etc.,” and in all his
failures man has been following her ex-

 

ample ever since, and sheltering himself
behind the ample mantle of woman’s
boundless charity. Indeed, I saw in the
columns of one of our most progressive
newspapers the other day, a premium
offered for the discovery of a man who,
when any disaster, of whatever nature or
whatever cause occurred, would not blame
his wife for iti

Prohibitionists assure us whisky is the
cause of nine tenths of all the crimes in the
world. Anti-tobacconists claim the “vile
weed ” is the cause of nine-tenths of all
crimes. Philanthropists and educators
assert ignorance is alone responsible for
nine-tenths of all crimes committed. Vege-
tarians claim that to the baneful effects
of a “meat diet” are due ninetenths of
all the crimes the world is groaning and
suffering under. And this gentleman,
this representative Grand Blanc farmer,
solemnly assures us that woman is respon~
sible for ninetenths of the crimes of the
world! This is only forty-ﬁve tenths.
Who, or what, I beg, is responsible for
the rest? I only wonder the, gentleman
did not attribute the great depression of
the agricultural interests of the country,
and the difﬁculty of settling the “silver
question," also to woman.

There is no place or vocation that
woman’s destiny calls her to ﬁll, that de-
mands so much ability in so many varied
trades, as that of a farmer’s wife of today.
Let us sum up, candidly, the long line of
her multitudincus but every day duties.
She must be housekeeper, cook , seamstress,
laundress, dairymaid, housemaid, gover~
ness, soap-maker, paper-hanger and white-
washer; oftentimes tailoress, dressmaker
and milliner; a raiser of poultry, a maker
of gardens, a nurse of young lambs, pigs,
calves, colts, chickens and children. Es-
timate if you like, the money value of this
work at the prices paid by the day for
such labor, and there is not a farmer in
Genesee County rich enough to pay for it.
Of course she is mother, wife and nurse.
Expected always to be able to preside in
dainty array at her husband’s table, to
entertain not only her own, but her hus-
band’s guests with intelligent conversation
and graceful manners; well versed in the
current news of the day, able to use her
dextrous ﬁngers either in fabricriing taste-
ful articles for the adornment of the house,
in furnishing music for the enj )yment of
the family, or in scrubbing the back door
steps, or sweeping the barn if the husband
is not overly tidy. Found always on the
right side in the temperance cause, often

 


 

 

 

   

TEE HOUSEHOLD.

  

 

7 aw'orker in the church, a teacher in the
Sunday school, able to breathe a prayer at
lie bedside of the dying, “to rejoice with
those who rejoice,” and to comfort those
who mourn.

For all this what does man offer her in
return? Board and clothes through life,
the honor of writing her name Mrs. Some-
body, and after death the moumful
privilege of having inscribrd on her tomb-
stone, “ Here lies Susan Jane, relict of
John Smith,” or if she survives him the
use during life of one-third of that property
she has been so instrumental in accumulato
ing! Really, Mr. President, after all this if
aman grumbles because he is sometimes
expected to help wash or clean house, he
is undeserving of a good wife. That
woman as a farmer’s wife responds tothese
demands, is undeniably true, and should
you ask me why she consents to ﬁll this
place, I can only answer truthfully, it is
frbm her sense of man's overwhelming
need of her, “ God’s last, best, gift to
man.”

“ Love gives itself, and if not given,
No genius, beauty, state or wit,

No gold of earth or gem of heaven
Is rich enough to purchase it.”

It is quite true, as the gentleman has

said, there are splendid farms in our town-‘

ship owned and operated by men who have
lived all their lives in single blessedness.
But in every instance you will ﬁnd that
some good old mother, or some unselﬁsh
maiden sister, has put, as Mrs. Josiah
Allen says, "her shoulder to the wheel;"
haslabored through summer’s heat and
winter’s cold; has cooked for woodehop-
pers and sheep-shearers, for “haying
hands” and “ harvest hands,” for com-cut-
ters and cornhuskers, has “entertained
angels unawares,” in the guise of threshers
and ditchers andhay-pressers; has made
and sold butter, cheese, lard and tallow;
has sold eggs, chickens, ducks and turkeys;
has picked berries and pears, picked over
beans and picked geese, has sold feathers
and paper rags, and sometimes even old
iron. All this she has done to help swell
his purse and increase his airs. I have
several such cases in my mind now, and
for every dollar’s worth of property these
men represent, they are as fully indebted
to these unselﬁsh women, as to their own
eﬁorts. If a fellow farmer has lived single
through selﬁshness on account of the ex-
pense, I pity him. If, poor unfortunate
fellow, he is not to blame, and heaven has
denied him the sweet comfort of wife and
children to brighten his path through life
I still pity him, and am glad he has a ﬁne
farm and ﬁne buildings, for he needs some-
thing to comfort him in his lonely pil-
grimage from youth to old age.

Yes, it is true, Eve did listen to the
voice of the tempter, and she has been
doing it ever since, in listening to man
and succumbing to his inﬂuence. Look at
her history through all the ages, ever kept
in subjection to man. Dying for liberty
likeJoan of Arc; sacriﬁced to man’s ambi-
tion as Empress Josephine; burnt at the
stake as a witch in the name of religion
in early New England days; denied in those
early times even the privilege of giving
audible thanks to her God, but remaining

with meekly covered head while man
poured forth his eloquence! Pure elo-
quence i suppose, barring the taint of
woman in his blood. And thus on and
on, until even in the full glory of our
nineteenth century’s civilization, man goes
forth with the ballot to tax woman for
State, county, school, town and all other
taxable purposes, denying her the poor
privilege of saying how much of her prop-
erty shall be expended in the education
of her children.

Woman’s name stands high in literature,
in astronomy, in science and art Carrying
the badge of the th Cross, she is wel~
comed as an angel of mercy on all the bat-
tleﬁelds of the civilized world. The most
selfdenying of missionaries, the most
zealous‘of temperance workers, wherever
poor fallen humanity needs tenderness and
care, woman goes to succor and to bless.
In our own country ’8 history who did more
than a woman, who wrote one single book,
towards awakening and educating public
sentiment to the great national curse of
slavery more than all the debates in Con-
gress for nearly a hundred years had done,
Deemed worthy by the Great Father to be
the mother of the visible representation of
God’s love for humanity, “Last at the cross
and ﬁrst at the tomb,” her name has be-
come a synonym for moral courage, un-
selﬁsh love and devotion. And yet-
“ Never mind her, she’s only a woman,”
says that noble creature man.

Mr. President, nothing so ﬁlls me with
indignation as the oft repeated ﬂings at
woman, as woman. The oft vaunted
“ liberty of the press,” is, in this respect
at least, a thing to be ashamed of. It is
very cheap wit, and is far too common.
The habit of indulging in this kind of talk
is a feul blot on the character of many an
otherwise noble gentleman. Gentlemen,
we as women do not ask you to be gener-
ous, simply to be just— just to woman, and
just to the nobler impulses of your own
natures.

The gentleman speaks of $8,000,000 paid
annually by this people for cosmetics
alone. I acknowledge it with shame, and
deeply deplore it. But what about the
amount expen led annually for whisky and
tobacco? Manly indulgences, which go
far towards ﬁlling our jails and prisons.
Masculine vices, bringing in their train a
long array of human misery, disgrace and
death! Eight million dollars for cosmet-
icsl But it costs this government more
than a billion of dollars every year to take
care of the 800.000 paupers, the 315,000
criminals, the 30,000 idiots and the 75,000

drunkards that whisky makes. Cosmetics
are not criminal, they are simply silly. We
also plead guilty to the charge of false hair
and false teeth, and I only regret that in
this age of electricity and invention some
genius has not invented for farmers’ wives
a Patent Electric Reversible Double Back
Action Backbone, for I'm sure they need it.

It has been my privilege, and pleasure
also, to meet during the past twenty years,
many of the representative farmers and
stockbreeders of our State. The business

 

they are engaged in has cultivated in them
a depth of thought, a power of comparison,

a faculty of reasoning from cause to effect!
second to none. It seems to be the custom
of these gentlemen to go about visiting

their fellow farmers and breeders in trios or
quartettes. They sometimes indulge in a.
little mild gos:ip along with their after
dinner cigars. I have sometimes listened!
with a little quiet amusement to remarks

like these: “ Yes, A.’s a good fellow, no.
wonder he succeeds. His wife is so ill--
terested, and as well informed regarding
the business as he is himself. She enter-

tains sonicely.” Or the reverse—not often,

however: “Yes, B.’s a ﬁne man, andhis
is a good ﬂ vck or herd, but I don’t just like
his wife, she’s so distant. Don’t like to’
entertain stock men, perhaps.” And I:
make the assertion that the most successful

breeders of ﬁne stock, the best farmers and
salesmen are those whose wives are most
closely identiﬁed with their husbands’
business interests, making these interests
doubly theirs and dignifying the common
avocations of farm life with wifely love
and womanly charm. '

Mr. President, it seems to me this is
not a question of comparison. The farnn
home can only become the ideal home
when man and woman shall both con-e
tribute their best and noblest energies, the
man in his province, the woman in hers,
towards making it so.

There is an old saying credited to a.
Jewish Rsbhi,” God could not be every-
where, therefore he made mothers,” and
I think the audience will join me in accord-
ing the palm to woman, after man has done
his brightest and his best, for “ The hand
that rocks the cradle, rules the world.”

——--OOO——-—-

POLISHING HORNE.

 

I can say With Ruth that I have often,
thought it was selﬁsh to receive so much
help as one does from reading the Housm-
HOLD and return none. The reason I have
never attempted to give help was because
I felt that others more experienced that
myself could do so much better than 1, s01
have kept still and proﬁted by their wisdom.

In the last Honsnuom) I found a ques-
tion I could answer, and will tell Bess all I
know about pullsling horns. Last winter
my brother went to the slaughter house
and returned with a basket of horns. We
made them up in different ways, both use-
ful and ornamental. Hat rack, brush-
holder, pen-holder stand and footstool are
among our li>t; they received lots of at-
tention and praise.

First we took a rasp and got the rough-
ness of! the horns, then scraped them with
glass as smooth as possible; then rubbeds
them ﬁrst with cearse and then ﬁne sand
paper until very smooth. Emery paper
comes next; rub them with this and their
emery powder and woolen cloth-this
leaves them very smooth and bright. Andi
last we rubbed them with olish (have
forgotten 'he name of it) usually used to
polish brass instruments. Rub with the
polish till they become warm, and I am
sure you will be satisﬁed with your work.
Hoping I have made this plain to all, It

 

will retire and return another day.
Amna. E. HAY.

  

 

 

 

 


 

   

THE USE OF QUININE.

 

The excellent article on the use and
abuse of quinine does not apply to my
practice (which is safe though simple) in
'the use of that valuable drug.

By order of my physician I commenced
taking large doses of quinine in good
brandy in the summer of 1844, and we
have continued its use—minus the brandy
—to the beneﬁt of our entire family, in‘
cluding hired help. Being fully convinced
of the excellence of temperate habits, I
have preferred equal parts of milk and
sweet crc am.

When the milk is strained and placed in
the pantry, we ﬁll a quart bowl with milki
for family use—which is used in sickness
as follows: For each dose of quinine we
take a teacupt'ul from oi! the top of said
milk. Add a teaspoonful of the best grade
of sugar and a small dose of red pepper.
Dissolve the quinine in a spoonful of the
milk and cream, and give to your patient,
who should immediately drink the contents
remaining in the teacup. The medicated
nutrition is readily assimilated in the atom
ach, and is not liable to have a bad effect
on the system, be it ever so weak. I have
not employed a physician since ﬁfteen years
ago, and I have outlived many of my good
pioneer neighbors, who (evidently) had
good reason to believe that their chancrs
excelled in relation to old age. Too little
attention is given to keeping the bowels in
proper condition. Rhubarb excels in
medicinal qualities as a diuretic and ca-
thartic medicine. JAMES KERR.

LOWELL.
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LIMED EGGS.

 

A correspondent inquires for the best re-
cipe for packing eggs, in such amanner
that they can be kept a year if necessary.
We know of nothing better than liming.
Limed eggs are a recognised grade of
goods. The following is the method gen-
erally recommended by dealers: One
bushel of stone lime; eight quarts of salt;
two hundred and ﬁfty quarts of water.
The lime must be of the best quality, clean
and white, the salt clean and 'the water
pure. Slake the lime with a portion of
the water, then add the balance of the
water and the salt. Stir thoroughly at in
.tervals and let stand until settled and cold.
Dip off the clear liquid into the cask or tub
in which you mean to preserve the eggs,
till it is about ﬁfteen inches deep, then put
in the eggs and when they are a foot deep,
spread over them some of the liqu'd which
is a little milky, made so by stirring up
some of the very light lime particles that
settled last, and do this every time a fresh
lot of eggs is added. The object of this is
to have the ﬁne lime drawn into the pores
of the shells, thus sealing them. Too
much of this milky lime-water will make
the eggs difﬁcult to clean when they are
taken out, by sticking to the shells; too
little will make the whites of the eggs thin
and watery, because the pores are not suf-
ﬁciently closed. When the cask is full to
within four inches of the top, spread upon
the eggs a cover of stout factory, and

 

THE HOUSEHOLD.

spread on it two or three inches of the
lime that settled in making the pickle. It
is of the greatest importance that the
pickle be kept constantly over this lime.
A tin basin punched full of large holes
and its edge covered with leather, and
having a long handle attached, is very con-
venient to use in putting the eggs into the
pickle.

Put only fresh, newly laid eggs into the
pickle. Keep the cask in a cool place,
but where the temperature will be just
above the freezing point. When the eggs
are to be marketed, they must be taken up
and washed and dried, after cleaning off
any lime which may adhere to them.

The proportion given above can be re-
duced to suit the quantity of eggs to be
limed.

 

MORE OPINIONS.

 

I am a constant reader of the HOUSE-
HOLD, and enjoy it very much, so I will
give you a mushroom call (short ) I have
enthused over the poem “ The inelcome
Guest.” I have been amazed at the elas-
ticity of the spinal column of the lady who
ironed her table linen immediately after
washing. I always iron them as Silene
does, but without the starch. I do not
think good linen requires starch if thor-
oughly dried and nicely sprinkled.

Hive always looked upon Mrs. Carlyle as
a‘martyr, and her husband as selﬁsh, with
the “milk of human kindness " nearly dry;
you know he said we were “ mostly fools.”

Grab your temper, Huldah, for the sub-
ject of suffrage will be discussed indeﬁnite
ly. But don't try to stop woman’s mouth;
men will tell you it’s a great undertaking !

I do not think any woman who is wife
and mother can combine home and public
life successfully. " No man can serve two
masters.” Never give up the training of
children for something higher, for there is
nothing higher ; they are God’s gift.

Household conveniences beget' angelic
tempers. Any one in doubt—try it.

The following quotation is my opinion on
letter writing :

“ When absent far from those we love.
Is there a charm the heart can f- ttzr?
As years roll on and still we rove.
Is there no cure? Ah. yes -a letter."

I like “ Scarlette” the best of anything I
have used in-late years for coloring cotton
red.

I sometimes use apple jelly or boiled
cider for pie timber, making them as lemon
pies, minus eggs and some sugar, using
more cornstarch.

Where has Bruno’s Sister gone? I al-
ways feed tramps, because I would rather
feed ﬁve who are undeservlog than send
one away who is needy and honest.

I have good recipes for cooring blue,
green, yellow, orange and red for carpets ;
will send if any one would like them.

While reading Polly's article these words
came to me‘: “If you have a word of
cheer, speak it while I’m alive to hear.”

I forgot to say I do not think “ it pays.”
People are getting to think they cannot
spend a social evening without refresh-
ments, and consequently entertaining at
church sociablecomes to be a bugbear with

 

    

many. Do let us think of more than ju

eating. ; .
If I fetch up in the waste-basket, I may

not be alone. L. L. D. l
Gasss LAKE.

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ONE MORE UNFORI‘UNATE.

 

In two papers received today, published.
at different points, atale of woe is told,
the incident related in each being the same.
In its touching pathos it is well cilcilated
to reach the hardest heart. It recites that
on Thursday night, Feb. 5th, a woman
about thirty years of age tottered into a
low restaurant in Park Street, New York,
and asked for a cup of collie, saying she
had no money. The coffee was given,anll
she took a crust from her pocket and at-
tempted to eat, but witha wailing cry sank
back and expired. Sue had a face that
spoke of areﬁned education and train-
ing; her clothing, worn and coarse, was
clean. She was emaciated, but showed no
signs of dissipation. She was identiﬁed as
Annie Muller. In her pocket was found
some Salvation army tracts and leaﬂets,
and on a piece of neatly folded paper,s.
story of suffering and agony of spirit was
written, which no one can read without
being touched to the heart.

How often when an unfortunate is named
the remark is made that “they are per-
fectly hardened, glcry in their sin, and.
would scoff and scout the idea of reform
and repentance.” Ah! if we cruld only
ﬁnd the way to their hearts through the
mask of sinful bravado, we might ﬁndlt
weeping tears of blood for their lost in-
nocence. This poor oulcist found a name-
less grave in the potter’s ﬁeld. The lines

mentioned are here subjoined.
A. LL.
HOMELESS.

“ 0n the street. on the street.
To and fro with Weary feet,
Ac .ing heart and acn ng head;
Homeless, lacking daily oread:
Lost to friends, a d joy and name;
So d to sorrow. sin arr-i sham .;
Wet with rain and chilled my storm,
Ruined, w.etehed ion -. fo lom:
Weak and wan. with we my feet,
Still 1 wander on the strec .

" On the street, on tha stre-t,
Still I walk with weary feet;
Lonely mid the city 5 dn,
Limp in grief. and woe tild sin,
Far from peace and far from home,
No cue can‘ng where I roam;
No kind baud stre cued forth to save,
No bright hOpe beyond tie gr .ve;
Feeble, faint, with weary Let,
Still 1 wander on the street.

‘ On the street. on the street, _
Whi her tend my wand axing feet?
Love and hope and joy are dead—-
Not a place to lay my head;
Every door againsn me sealed,
Hospital and Potter‘s Field,
These stand open. Wi ler yet
Swings perdition‘s yaWning gate,
Thiher tend my wanderl .g eel.
On the street. on the street.

0n the street, on the street,

Late [walk with w ary feet. ,
Oh! that this and life might end;
Oh! that i might ﬁ ld One Friend—
One who would not from m a turn.
For my prayer of sorrow spurn.
Ohl that [that Frienl C'Jll'd see—-
He would pitying look in me,
Such asl have kissed his feet,
Onihe street, on the street.

On the street, on the streeti

Might 1 here a Saviour meetl

From the blessed far-off years

Comes the story of her tears

Whose sad heart w th sor ow brota,
Heard the words of love He s toke;
Beard Him bid her anguish cease;
Heard Him whis er: ‘Go in peace!"
Oh! that I might kiss His feet-

0n the street. on the street l"

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GEL? WITH CONTRIBUTORS.

 

l‘ldus Achates expresses a desire to know

whether my undertaking to adopt the little
girl last spring was satisfactory or not. No,
[did not meet my anticipations (which in
sverything are greater than I realize), and I
ht her go.. .
’ I do not wish to discourage any one
tom 3 like undertaking, and I still think
Bea-duty for people under some circum-
iganees, ‘but I hardly think it proves en-
tirely satisfactory where there are other
drildren in the family of the same age.

Fay, of Flint ([ wonder who sheis ?) asks
lie experience of some one whose house
~mntaina a front hall.

Our house is built with such a hall, and
Iseems to meI would not want to do
without it. It is ten feet wide and eighteen
bet in length, and the stairs go up at one
side to the hall above, into which the
diambers open. The double parlors are
on'one side (below of course) and sitting-
.room on the other; but I would prefer to
have the hall at one side, so that the par-
hrs and sitting room would not be sep-
arated by it. Have a hall, Fay, by all
means, and have it large enough for the
laircase too; and be sure not to have the
lairs “scrimped” in their proportions.

'lhree feet is none too wide, with broad

steps, but be careful not to have the steps
be high; eight inches being plenty enough
hr the “riser.” ,

Pshaw, Evangeiinei I think you are too
lard on your sex in general. You don’t
ﬁnd a “‘ Marion Jones " very often. Give
ﬁre ninety and nine their dues, even if the
hundredth one does perhaps neglect her
home in her zeal to help the human race.

Stranger, in her article in reply to
Evangeline (March 14th) voiced my senti-
ments exactly in that respect.

Thanks, Huidah Perkins, for your kind
words. I, in turn have always enjoyed
your letters to the Housnnom), and once
when looking over the household de-
partment of another paper, I came across a
communication from you, and felt it like
hearin g from an old friend.

ﬂiere are many others I would like to
mention by name, but space forbids. I
extend a hearty welcome to new comers,
one and all. ELLA R. WOOD.

Mr.

HOME FLOBICUL'rUnn, published by
James Vick, is a neatly bound, attractive
volume of above 200 pages, written by E.
I. Rexford, whose contributions to the
loricultural literature of the day have made
him well and favorably knbwn to-ail lovers
of ﬂowers. The volume in question treats
of everything connected with garden, green-

house andwindow culture of ii )wers, rather
too sketchll’in some cases to be entirely
satisfactory to the amateur, who will ﬁnd a
good deal left to be developed by ex-
periment and experience—~quite enough
to make her garden “ no walk-over.” Still,
onecannot expect a cyclopedia of ﬂoricul-
tural information in 200 pages, and for
$150. The ﬂower-lover will ﬁnd the book

pleasant and instructive reading, and can
get is; W. applying to James Vick, Roches-
a, I I

 

CHAT.

The little HOUsEHOLD seems so near and
yet so far as we think of entering the open
door and adding a fagot to the ﬂame of
conversation. The HOUSEHOLD cupboard
appears once in a while to get in a
condition like that of the ancient Dame
Hubbard’s, and the demand at times is so
much greater than the supply that it is
necessary to call for a literary picnic. Now
if we can not bring a cake frosted with wit
and wisdom, or a pie as made by the
HOUSEHOLD “Grandpa,” perhaps a little
sandwich will be acceptable to ﬁll in a
chink when the cake and pie are exhausted
and gaunt famine is abroad again.

It may be unnecessary to say how many
useful hints we at different times glean
from the columns of this excellent little
home paper which is rightly termed THE
HOUSEHOLD, for they are legion; and how
much beneﬁt one may derive from its
pages only those can testify to whom it is
a weekly visitor.

We have never had the pleasure of meet-
ing our kind Editress, yet we would be
glad to stand in her presence and receive
her friendly greeting. Yes, we would like
to meet all with whom we have become ac-
quainted through their writings in the
HOUSEHOLD. _

in response to Bass, in the HOUSEHOLD
of March 14th, who inquires how to polish
horns, I will send directions as copied
from another paper. I have not had time
for such work, nor have I the horns, so I
can not speak from experience on the sub-
ject. If she should try this way, will she
please report her success or failure in the
HOUSEHOLD.

To polish horns: “ If the pith is not
out, it must be boiled out. There is no
pith in old horns. Rasp or ﬁle down
through the white or rough, scrape as
smoothly as possible with glass; rub with
pumice stone on a woolen cloth until per-
fectly smooth; pulverize a hard woolpoal,
sift it and rub with a woolen cloth; then
dip the rag in the soft oil (not kerosene)
and in the coal and rub, next rub with the
hand and ﬁnally with an old silk handker-
chie .”

Many useful and ornamental articles can
be made from horns, even cows’ horns,
such as hat racks, cornucopias, pincushions,
ink stands and footstools, etc. Perhaps
sometime we may describe a few useful
articles for the beneﬁt of those who wish
to know.

Remembering the adage, “ Short visits
make long friends," I will say adieu.

 

TWINS.

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A CORRESPONDENT of an exchange says
she economizes in her washings by spread-
ing small tea-towels over the tablecloth
where the boys rest their elbows and coat
sleeves, thus making one tablecloth last a
week. We can suggest an improvement
on thisidea. Just teach the boys that they
do not come to meals to lounge on the
table, that it is bad manners to put the
elbows upon it, and that they can eat in
perfect ease without leaning against the
table or spreading themselves all over it.
That saves the tea towels and keeps the
tablecloth presentable. o

 

 

INFORMATION WANTED.

 

I am getting rags ready foracarpet, one—
half of them is very nice hit and miss, and
the other half will have to be colored.
Will some of the readers tell me what
colors will be the prettiest; some that will
not fade. I know my hit and miss won’t
fade. The rags to be colored are pure
white, most of them, and some are faded
dresses and linings, etc.

Will some one tell me where I can get a
parrot that can talk well, and what the
price will be.

Will some one please send me a recipe
to cure corns. ' ,

A good way to please small children is
to take the covers of baking powder cans
when you are baking and put some of the
dough in them and let the children bake it
themselves, it will amuse them a long time.

RONALD Can-ran. E. A. D.

 

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

Ir a Wooden ﬁeld rake, minus the handle,
be painted and hung in the back hall it
will prove very handy for the small people
to hang coats and hats on, and these arti-
cles will not so often be thrown down any-
where.

To reduce the friction of the domestic
machinery follow the general law of
physics. Lessen the resistance and give
the works plenty of play; this lessens the
wear and tear and keeps the machinery
moving smoothly, no “hot boxes,” no
“ spark arrester ” necessary.

 

 

LILLA LEE gives a word of warning to
this effect: “Sage tea and borax have
been knOWD to produce paralysis when
applied to the hea ." It is possible but
hardly probable that paralysis would follow
such application, but we should look
further for the cause. A person who had
used hair dye of any kind, and followed
it with sage tea and bcrax, might mis-
takingly ascribe the effects of the lead in
the dye (restorative) to the last application.
The sage tea (without borax) was recom-
mended by a physician, and we know a
lady who used it for several ye ars——at least
three years—continuously, and still’kept
her head level. Her hair was always thin,
but though white with age, remained soft
and was easily crimped.

 

Contributed Recipes.

 

INDIAN Banan.-—Here is your good. old-
fashloned raised “Indian -bread:" To two
quarts of boiling water add meal; boil thick
as for mush. Put a little salt in the water.
Bet away to cool. When kneading your bread
for the last time. take out enough for one
small lost. and to this add the mush, one egg,
one cup sugar, ﬂour to make stir! enough for
loaves. Let rise as you do wheat bread, and
bake. This makes two small loaves, and is
considered very ﬁne.

Fro CAKE."an and a half cups sugar; half
cup butter; half cup sweet milk; one and a
half cups flour: half cup cornstarch: one tea-
spoonful baking powder; whites of six eggs,
well beaten. Bake in layers. Add half pound
chopped ﬁgs to boiled frosting, for ﬁlling;
plain boiled frosting for top. ' ADA.

 

