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DETROIT, OCT. 3, 1891.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

“ GOOD—LIKE YOU.”

 

When I removed my little girl,
Her clear, gray eyes were nrieved and wet:
She owned her fault, for pardon plead,
And spoke some words I can’t forget:
"If you were little just like me,
Would ever you be naughty, too?
If I were only all grown up,
I could be always good—like you!"

She meant it! Her sweet innocence,
Which sent so sharp and sure a dart.
Knows nothing of the wicked moods
That sometimes sway her mother’s heart.
Wrath, envy, folly, discontent.
The selﬁsh impulse,—not withstood.—
Theee things accuse me. yet my child
Believes that I am always good.

On Sabbath days the man of God
Reproves me often, unawares;
Ashamed. I hear his earnest voice
My own unworthy deeds declare.
And nobler lives rebuke my own;
But none had ever shaft so true
As she whose loving faith declared
"I could be always good—like you!"

__....—-—

BE CAREFUL.

 

Last year at one of our Michigan
summer resorts a lady lost a valuable
diamond ring. As it could not be
found, the inference at once was made
that it must have been stolen. and
suspicion fell upon a woman of ex-
cellent reputation. The opportunity
had been hers, undoubtedly, and the
person who had lost the ring was not
slow in voicing her suspicions, with the
result that a suit at law followed.
Nothing could be proved against the
accused party, who however felt very
keenly the aspersion thus east upon her
character. Now a paragraph in the
local paper explains that a lad recently
found the ring under a grating, among
the miscellaneous siftings of the build-
ing to which it belonged. Thus the
unjust charge is refuted, a woman‘s
character cleared. But the thought
comes—suppose the ring had never
been found! The shadow of suspicion
would always have rested upon an in-
nocent individual. For we are so apt
to believe evil of a persou, rather than
good, and apparently many are 10th to
give the accused even “the beneﬁt of
the doubt” which a jury if legally im-
paneled must take into consideration.”
A jury of one’s casual acquaintances
is apt to ignore this. To be accused, in
the minds of the virtuously self-right-
eous, is equivalent to guilt; they forget
that thoughtlessness or malice may

 

accuse anybody of anything, circum-
stances combine to fasten the accusa-
tion, and an innocent person be most
unjustly injured in the estimation of
his little world of friends and acquaint-
ances. _

Some time ago a lady was shopping
ina city a few miles from the towu
where she resided. When leaving the
store she inadvertantly picked up a
half yard of ribbon with her gloves,
and not noticing it, walked out. She
was accused of stealing the scrap, the
accusation given publicity in spite of
her protestations of innocence, and the
unfortunate affair so preyed upon her
mind that it at last drove her to suicide.

The moral of this is: Be careful! Be
my careful how you accuse any one
of wrong doing. Nothing but absolute
certainty excuses a person in making
a charge of theft or misappropriation,
or any misdemeanor, against another.
Many cases arise where it is better to
suffer loss than complain; it is always
better to suffer than to accuse and be
mistaken. It is so easy to be mistaken.
You are sum; you left your ring on the
washstand and the servant must have
taken it—and yet you ﬁnd it on the
piano and remember at last that you
left it there yourself. If you have
hastily charged the girl with taking it.
or signiﬁcantly said the ring could not
get away without hands and she has
been the only person in the room since
you left it, no after acknowledgment
of your error, no apology however
sincere, can remove the sting of that
hasty accusation from the heart, or
cure the wounded sensibilities of an
honest girl.

I have known mothers who would not
hesitate to accuse their children of
taking things that were missing, de-
spite their protestations to the con-
trary. To the insult of suspicion they
added the further indignity of incre-
dulity—making them little liars and
thieves, quoting the Bible to show
them where they will “ go to " because
of their wickedness. I call that a
greater sin on the part of parents than
the childish fault. If you have told
your little boy he must not touch the
raisins in the cupboard drawer, what
right have you to call him a thief if he
disobeys? Punish him for disobedience
by all means, but unless you have ex-
plained to him the difference between

 

what is his and what is yours, don’t
call him a bad name because he does
not understand there are some things-—
raisins for instance, in which there is
not a community of interest. I do not
believe in hiding things to keep them
away from children. Obedience and
self restraint and respect for the
rights of others are .not thus taught. I
should show the raisins, " stand treat "’
with a stem apiece all round, say they
meant mince pies and "cakes with bugs.
in them,” and that they must not be
touched, then put them where I wished
to keep them. And punishment would
overtake the youngster who trans
gressed. the prohibition—not because he
stole; oh no! but because he was disobe~
dient. Then I might add a lecture on
the rights of the individual to the
family stores.

But to return. \Vhatever is missing,
be careful how you jump at conclusions.
Make no hasty charges; they are often.
hard to sustain. both in law and before
the bar of your own conscience.
Wherever the reputation of another is
concerned—that good name which is
more greatly to be desired than great
riches—it is impossible to be too can-
tious. BEATRIX.

 

CRISP AND CR ETICAL.

 

The Editress has asked for some.
spicy letters and I have been waiting
for just that call. I am as spicy as a
bottle of chow-chow. being principally
on the order of mustard and vinegar.
I spent six weeks in the country this
summer, visiting old friends in Chic
and Indiana, most of them living on
farms. The air was delicious, the
weather charming, the cooking fairly
good, and the way the women had to
work outrageous. I visited thrifty
people mostly—people who owned large
farms, fine barns built on the most ap
proved modern plan, with pumps and
troughs convenient for watering stock,
etc, so arranged that never a single
bucketful need a man ever lift or carry
for any purpose; but at the house the
well and cistern were situated distances
varying from ablock to three bloaks
from the house, and the invariable step
or three to reach the kitchen, and in.
nearly every family the wife and
daughters were lugging water to cook
and wash and scrub. I wonder if any
body ever thought that a tidy house.

 


 

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keeper will use in a single day, during
threshing time for instance, as much
water as ten cows or horses will drink
ﬂaring twenty-four hours! Think of
one person—and that one a woman—
tugging that water into the house by
the pailful, beside doing loads of other
work! That is one of the things that
kept me half angry all the time I was
away. I met Jake Brady on a village
street with his trousers in his boots and
tobacco juice round his mouth, and he
said: “Why Lib, I’ll be durned if you
fibrr‘t look as young as ever! Why
Nance is about your age and she looks
twice as old! Come and get into the
wagon and go out with me and stay all
night.” On the way “out” I asked
something about what Nance had been
2})ng for twenty-ﬁve years. I learned
that she had ﬁve children and never kept
my help; that she never went anywhere;
that they owned four hundred acres of
land and-$3,000 in bank; that the boys
hated farming and were not much ac-
count and‘the one girl was always sick.
Linsistei the next day that Nancy ac-
company me to the city, but she said she
had. nothing ﬁt to wear. Her best dress
was a black alpaca made about three
years ago, and her best bonnet an old
broad-rimmed black straw hardly ﬁt to
wear towork in the garden. There was
not a- single horse on the place, out of a
number, that we could take for a drive
without going on the dirt roads because
they were not shod. Nance never had
a minute to see the sun set, and she said
when I called her attention to the
beauty of the sky one evening that she
had not seena sunset for two years.
That was her time to take care of her
milk. I helped with the work every
minute I was there, and I said some
spicy things too during that time to
Both Jake and Nance. I dressed Nance
up in my clothes (nothing particulary
stylish either) and sent her down the
road to meet J ake, and he didn’t recog-
nize her, but thought it was some right
good looking woman coming along.

I fairly ached to get up an insurrec-
tion among the women. I had a mind
tohirea hall or a modern barn, and
speak on some of these things, because
this was not a solitary instance of farm
life as lived by women. A woman is
iike a beast; she may .be kept down be-
cause she does not know her strength.
Let her ﬁnd the halter off some day
and get a taste of liberty and learn what
her services are worth, and she will
never be the same docile animal again—
never will she work the same in har-
ness. Jake said, well, he knowe‘d
Nancy had worked hard but he had
too, and then I said: “Well, you are
both silly. What do you look like
now? Why like two old worn out
horses; and your children are making
fun of you, and you are ashamed to go
anywhere because you have no idea
how other people act and dress. What
is‘the good of all your land and money?
You haven’t even got a common bowl

  

 

and pitcher in a guest’s room! I shall
never come to see you again if 1 think
I shall have to go out to the pump to
wash my face in the morning along
with the hired hands.” No woman
minds working hard to get the things
that money will buy; but there is no
use in this age of people living like
they had to seventy-ﬁve years ago. I
could write abOut other things I saw

but this is enough today. I hope no
one’s feelings are hurt.
ST. LOUIS. DAFFODILLY.

 

A LAZY HOLIDAY.

A prOphet is proverbially without
honor in his own country, and so is a
summer resort. Because I-Iuronia
Beach is only a few miles from Port
Huron, people of the latter place as a
rule speak disparingly of the Beach,
and wonder how people can go up there
and live in the sand, with nothing to
be seen but the water. Then these
same people pack their trunks and go
to Bay View or Petoskey, or Old Mis-
sion, and live in the sand and look at
the water.

To be sure the Beach is not a very
good place to improve one’s mind. A
young lady who has been spending a
few weeks there has an uncle who
ﬁrmly believes that “ Satan ﬁnds some
mischief still,” etc. He remonstrated
with her about the wrong of wasting
one’s time, and suggested that she
make collections of stones and classify
them. “ But I never studied geology,”
was the answer. “Well, then study
botany and analyze all the wild flowers
you can ﬁnd.” “ But I don't know any-
thing about botany, and this is fall,
when everything has gone to seed. By
the time I had learned about the ﬁrst
germs it would be time for me to go
back to town,” she protested. “Then
read improving books,” he said as
a last resort. “Improving books”
foosooth! Fancy reading “The Decline
and Fall of the Roman Empire” in a
hammock! Perish the thought!

So for the people who must always
be living with an object in immediate
view I would not recommend Huronia;
but I am not one of those praiseworthy
persons, and was delighted when Made-
moiselle walked in one hot morning last
week and announced that “ the family ”
were all down town and that I was to go
up and and spend the day and night
with her, and that we would have the
cottage all to ourselves. Of course I
agreed, and we started for the car.
There was not one in sight, so we went
into the nearest place for ice cream
soda. We had just dipped in our spoons
when we saw the car coming; one taste
of the soda decided us; we would take our
comfort and catch the next car. A dar-
ing resolution in Port Huron, where the
cars run according to their own sweet
will and not for the accommodation
of the public. As the season has closed
at the Beach only the motor car runs

 

up from Fort Gratiot, and conversation
is necessarily abandoned as soon as the
car starts, but we bore this inﬂiction
with good grace, knowing that we had
allday before us. -

W's reached the cottage just in time
to remove the dust from our faces be-
fore going to dinner. The large dining
hall looked a little deserted with only
one family besides ourselves there, but
the meals were as good and attendance
as irreproachable as in the height of
the season. After dinner we returned
to the cottage and took our books out on
the piazza, where mademoiselle made
herself comfortable in the hammock
with plenty of cushions. and I found
perfect bliss in a hammock chair. By
the way, I would like to recommend the
book I read that afternoon to all who
care for a bright, amusing story. “ An
American Girl in London" is excellent
c3mpany for a holiday. I was so
absorbed in it that not until my friend
said, “ There is going to be a thunder
shower,” did I look around at the black
clouds which had gathered in the north
and hung low over the lake. To the
south all was clear, and the sun shone
on the water as dazzliugly as before;
while to the north the lake had turned
dark, and the boats with sails ﬂying
looked ghostslike in the peculiar light.
Then the rain came, gently at ﬁrst, but
soon with sufficient force to make us
glad to take refuge in the house, es-
pecially when it began to hail. I never
saw such hailstones. Vt'e picked up
some quite as large as hickory nuts, and
in a few minutes the ground was as
white with them as if there had been a
snow storm. The lake looked very
beautiful during the storm; but it was
soon over and the sun shone as brightly
as before. Only the big waves and wet,
glistening sand showed that there had
been any disturbance of the atmos-
phere. We put on rubbers and short
skirts, and went down to watch the
waves. There is something about the
water which makes the most grown up
of us behave like children. As we
watched we grew quite excited, and our
remarks were very much like this:
“See, there comes a big one!” “Oh, it
broke too soon!” “That one was in
such a hurry that it tumbled over
itself.” “ See that wave chase the one
ahead of it!" “ Ah! that wasa beauty!
how far up it came! ” It is odd how the
waves for all their similarity are so
different from each other when vou
come to watch them. I would not like
to say positively that we did not
dig holes in the sand for the water
to ﬁll, and draw pictures with sticks;
perhaps it is just as well not to say any-
thing more about that part of it. The
supper bell reminded us that the pure
air, which had the quality that only the
word washed can describe, had made us
extremely hungry, and we hastened to
make ourselves respectable and betake
ourselves to the hall. After supper we
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and watched the moon rise over the
water. It was one of the most beautiful
sights I ever saw. At the right of the
cottages the trees showed dense and
black: far to the southwest we could see
lights on the Canadian shore; but most
lovely of all was the lake itself. Large
boats passed up or down, leaving trails
of light behind them. As the moon rose
higher, there seemed to be a silver
path over the water, tracing below her
course in the heavens. I wish the
English language had more adjectives,
or that those we have were notso over-
worked. It is so hard to be enthusiastic
without being conventional. I remarked
that the effect of the moonlight on
the water was divine. and it sounded so
hackneyed that I immediately added,
“ There are no ﬂies on that moon,” at
which Mademoiselle was shocked. But
we enjoyed it immensely, even if words
of the proper kind did fail us.

It is customary for the boarders to
buy milk and take the cream over to
the dining hall for coffee, as that fur-
nished by the establishment is rather
thin. Late in the evening we decided
to make chocolate, use the cream which
had risen, and trust the Lord to make
some more rise before morning. So we
lighted the alcohol lamp and soon had
the kettle boiling. After our im-
promptu lunch, Mademoiselle said that
she had reserved the chief delight of
the evening for a climax, and took me
up on top of the cottage, on which was
built what she called a “ lookatory.”
As we sat up there with no one else
awake anywhere around us and looked
about, we had no desire to make irrev-
erent remarks on the scenery. It was
so still and beautiful that it might well
silence the most determined Philistine.

At last we went to bed, and I fell
asleep to the noise of waves breaking
on the shore. Thus ended a rareiy per-
fect day. E. C.

PORT HURON. .

—..._
.uwnunvna IS—IS BE 3T.”

"‘ I know as my life grows older._

And mine eyes have clearer light

That under each rank wrong somewhere,
There lies the root of right;

That each sorrow has its purpose.
By the sorrowing oft nngnessed; _

But as sure as the sun begets morning.
Whatever is—is best.”

I often think that as steel is put into
the hot ﬁre in order to temper it. per-
haps we mortals need sorrow and
trouble to discipline us. While life
might be a little bit more pleasant if it
rolled smoothly along, the “flowery
bed of ease” more comfortable than the
one stuck full of thorns, I doubt if it
would be worth the living. Sorrows
come into our homes uninvited, trouble
and adversity almost crush us. Not
always are we responsible for it; it is
the harder to bear knowing it is
brought upon us by our dearest on
earth. As the cruel knife in the hands
of a skillful surgeon proves the best
benefactor, so the person we look upon
at the time as our deadliest enemy

 

proves our dearest friend, in that he
shows us our weak points, holds up the
mirror wherein we see our faults most
faithfully portrayed.

There is always a grain of comfort
to the one writhing and smarting under
poverty, adversity or wrong, that there
is some one worse off than he. If a
person has good health he is highly
blessed, even though he may not pos-
sess one farthing but that earned
each day. The world has added beauties
to the eyes that give light to a healthy
body. But the poor ,peevish invalid
sees every thing through blue glasses,
unless the soul has been tempered in
the crucible. If we could each one
take this truth, “Whatever is—is
best,” into our hearts and believe it
sincerely we should be so much happier.
It is a great deal to cultivate a habit of
cheerfulness. Cultivate it until it be-
comes a habit; it will brighten up our
homes, its influence will be felt by
every one entering the door; a content-
ed cheerful spirit—“wealth cannot give
it, the deepest poverty cannot take it
away.”

We want faith in our fellow beings;
hope in a blessed hereafter and charity
not alone for ourselves, but every one
with whom we associate. “As we wish
to be judged let us judge others." In-
stead of waiting to heap our offerings
on cofﬁns and graves, let us pick up the
stones that lie thick along the pathway
and strew ﬂowers. Oh! it takes such a
little to make some one glad! The
nature filled with sunshine will diffuse
itself; its rays will light up some dark
corner, warm some poor freezing soul,
throwing smiles where there are frowns,
helpful words where there are curses,
always showing the sunny side of our
nature, making our lives bright no
matter how dark the surroundings.

We often think sometimes we will
do so and so when we have time—when
the babies grow up, when the farm is
paid for—oh! dear friend the skies will
never be any bluer than they are today,
the sunshine never be any brighter, the
birds sing sweeter or the grass be
greener, or our opportunity larger. The
shadows are lengthening as we near
the sunset, each in his small way, till-
ing one acre or ten acres, or it may be
only a fence corner; let it be planted
to the ﬂowers that never die, of bright
colors and sweet fragrance, of little
charities, of gentle courtesies, lead-
ing the blind, guiding uncertain
footsteps into the right path, doing in
our imperfect way what seems right.
We cannot always study our own com-
fort, self must be forgotten, even though
it means self denial and disappointment.
“ To grow means often to suffer." Life
is made har‘der byachaﬁng, discontent-
ed spirit. To be able to say “Even
though I suffer I will be strong; there
will come a rift in the clouds, it is al-
ways darkest just before the dawning,
it will usher in a glad tomorrow.” Let
us do as well as we can: taking up the

 

thread, weaving the curious web in
life’s loom, here a sombre shade. there
bright spot, dropping a stitch, here a
bright stripe, there a black one. im-
perfect all the way through. smiles and
tears, joys and sorrows, humming.
murmuring ever the glad refrain,
“Whatever is—is best."

BATTLE CREEK. EVANGELINE.
—-.O.-———

DOES THE END J US'I‘IFY TEE
MEANS?

 

If the end beagood and laudable one,
then the answer to this question can
only be in the afﬁrmative, however
wrong and unjustiﬁable the means may
seem to us. The Bible furnishes a num-
ber of instances in proof of this, where
the means were such as would hardly
be justified now. or even be tolerated.
Take for instance the case where
Abraham and Isaac got their wives to
lie (which is worse than lying one's
self); where David got Jonathan to lie
to his father: where Peter not only lied
but cursed and swore, all to save his
life—and what will not any one do to
save his life? Still. a lie is an evil and
sin to be avoided, though made to ac—
complish such laudable ends. Then
take the case of the Lord‘s hardening
Pharaoh's heart so that he would not
let the children of Israel go. causing
those ten terrible plagues to be in-
flicted on the Egyptians, the last of
which was the destruction of so many
innocent children: of the slaughtering
the men, women and children (in what
now would be considered a barbarous
manner) of the land where the Israelites
were going; of the casting into the den
of lions, to be devoured before they
touched the bottom, not only those who
caused Daniel to be cast in but also their
innocent wives and children; Christ’s
advice to his disciples to “make to
yourselves friends of the mamon of
unrighteousness” etc., in St. Luke
16-9; and many other instances in the
Bible which prove the end justiﬁes the
means, especially when of divine origin.

But to relate one or two modern oc-
currences of human origin: A certain
person went into a new section of the
country and built a mill. where all the
farmers had their grain ground. In
the course of time the community de-
sired to build a church, but failed to
agree upon a site. or to raise the funds
with which to build it. But the miller
went to work and built ajﬁne church
which he donated to the public. A
large concourse of grateful citizens
assembled at the time of its dedication
and passed resolutions thanking the
donor for his Christian liberality.
What was their amazement when he
told them he had built the church out
of the extra toll he had taken out of
their wheat; in other words he had
stolen enough of their wheat to build
the sacred ediﬁce presented to them!

Another instance came under the
writer's notice. A certain church
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some repairs on their church, and ap-
pointed committees of ladies to solicit
aid. One of them went intoa saloon
where the proprietor was gambling and
solicited a donation. She was asked to
wait till the game he was playing was
ﬁnished, when whatever he won he
would give her. He won and gave her
815, which was put with the general
fund and used to make repairs; but
when found out a great hue and cry
was raised by some, and threats made
to tear out the repairs made with " the
devil’s money,” as it was called.

Now, was not this church built with
stolen wheat which no one had missed,
and these repairs helped to be made
with money won at the gaming table,
just as good as though effected with
money obtained otherwise?

If I have in my purse of gold coins a
bogus one, are the gold ones depre-
ciated any in value, or the bogus one
enhanced for being associated as they’
are? Nevertheless a lie is a lie; steal-
ing is a sinto whatever good purpose it
may subserve, and these cases only
prove that there are exceptions to all
rules, and that the end does justify
whatever means are used, when the
end is a laudable one.

Musxaeox. GR AN DPA.

MAN‘S DUTY TO HIS FAMILY.

 

We read of “ man‘s inhumanity to
man,” and that a man‘s ﬁrst duty is to
his family. We are a people of many
minds and there are no two women who
will think just alike as to what a man's
duties are. From the ancient Chinese
down to our modern Christian days.
man has treated woman and his family
in a great diversity of ways, and I am
thinking we are very far from being
the “model man" yet. Now I would
not stir up strife among the HOUSE-
HOLDERS by calling out opinions that
“ my man” is better than all other men,
or that he is abrute; but what shall a
man do to be just right in doing his duty
to his family? It is a broad and long
question for women to write about; and
I for one think our pride and being led
by the nose in following the fashions
leads us into many errors and troubles
as to what our duties are. For remem-
bering the theory that we are all born
“free and equal,” we poor men have not
all the same chance of being very good
to our wives and families as others have.
Although poverty-stricken a man can
be a man “for a’ that, and a’ that.” Per-
haps Bruno’s Sister may have a good
idea by this time what a man’s duties
are. I’d like to know.

PLAINWELL. ANTI-OVER.

THE LITTLE LADY .

 

 

The little girl has this dinned into
her ears from morning till night:
“Don’t soil your dress!” “Don’t be a
tomboy!” “Be a little lady!” Later
the corsets are put on. The sleeves
are tightened to show the delicate

 

  

 

arms. The skirts are multiplied, with
perhaps a long train, and then COmG
“nerves” and the doctor. One of our
popular physicians told me his practice
was almost exclusively among women.
Now suppose instead of being told so
often to be “a little lady,” the girl had
been givena light hoe and spade, a
space in the garden, and her father
had offered a prize of a half dollar for
the. ﬁrst vegetables she raised, and
placed on the table for the family to
eat! If this course was more generally
pursued the doctors’ purses wouldn’t
swell to fatness taking care of nervous
women. It is money in the father’s
pocket to excourage gardening among
the girls. Fifty dollars spent in put-
ting on a small glass addition, or taking
cut one side of the room and adding
large windows with shelves and
brackets, and buying a few plants to be-
gin the small conservatory would be a
good investment, and work wonders
with the feeble wife and children, be-
sides enlarging the mind and provid-
ing a way to surely escape insanity or
the thousand and one ills that attack
us women. Better hoe corn or saw
wood, with the light tools now made.
and be healthy, merry and wise, than
be a society queen in the doctor’s hands,
as many girls are.

DETROIT. SISTER GBACIOUS.

REC EIVED

 

THE Lculics’ Home Journal for October
is pleasant reading. Among the inter-
esting and varied contents is an article
on keeping boarders, which it would be
missionary work to place in the hands
of all the “ boarding-house missuses ”
in the land, .in the interest of their
“victims.” It is worth the Journal’s
price for a year to any woman who con-
templates taking boarders.

 

GOOD Housekeeping keeps our house-
keepers uo to the mark in their work;
and the October number is as helpful
as any number yet issued.

 

THE Hmnc-Jlaker, edited by Mrs.
Croly, has a quaint literary ﬂavor; and
one is not surprised at ﬁnding rem-
iniscences of old Colonial times and
events, and directions for compound-
ing dishes whose names sound queerly
in our Northern ears. Yet it is pleas-
ant reading.

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

PEARS to be canned must have
reached a certain deﬁnite degree of
ripeness. If still hard and green when
canned, it will not be satisfactory; if
overripe, it will be almost flavorless.
The right time to use it is just before
it is perfect to eat out of hand, when it
is yellow, and quite mellow, but not yet
quite at the “melting” point. The

shape will be kept best by cooking the
fruit in the cans, but it may be cooked
in kettles in rich syrup, if care be used.

The pears are peeled, halved and cored
if desired, and dropped at once into
cold water. When enough for one can
are ready, they are placed in the hot
syrup, cooked until they change from
opaque white to a semi-transparent ap-
pearance, and can be pierced by a straw.
Then with a silver fork, or a spoon, re-
move them one by one to the can.—
Rurul Nut l'orklvr.

 

FOR a homemade mattrass twelve
yards of ticking are required; the piece
which is left in at ends and sides must
be six inches wide. Stuff it smoothly
with hay and tie with cotton twine. A
long needle made expressly for this
purpose is required, and can beobtained
at any upholstering establishment. It
is best to stuff a little more thickly in
the centre than at the edges, and have
ready bits of strong, heavy cloth to
fasten on both sides where the twine
comes through. The manufacturers
generally use small disks of leather,
but these, unless previously punched,
are hard to penetrate with the needle,
and the bits of cloth will answer the
purpose.

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A CORRESPONDENT requests the re-
publication of a recipe for chow-chow
given last season. Reference to our
ﬁles shows the recipe for chopped
pickle, furnished by Mary, of Saline, to
be the only formula of that character
published last season. . It is given,
hoping it may prove the one wanted.

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Useful Rec1pes.

 

PEACH MAnMALADE.—Pare and quarter the
peaches, removing the stones. To each
pound of fruit allow three-quarters of a
pound of sugar anda cup of water. Boil
slowly two hours, stirring and mashing it
ﬁne. Small and imperfect fruit is economi-
cally used this way. Crabapples should be
boiled till tender, then put through a colan-
der, and the same proportions as above will
make good marmalade.

 

CHOPPED P1cnns.—Half-peck green toma-
toes; one dozen large green cucumbers: two
large onions; two heads of cabbage; three
large red peppers; coffee-cup of grated
horseradish; ten cents’ worth of white and
black mustard seed (each); two ounces of
celery seed; half pint of salt. Put salt, to-
matoes and cabbage together, after chop-
ping; let stand three hours, drain dry. Add
two pounds of sugar and vinegar enough to
cover (cold).

 

CHow-Cnow.—Une large red cabbage; one
large cauliﬂower; two quarts each of small
string beans, green tomatoes. cucumbers
and silver-skin onions. Shave the cabbage
ﬁne, removing the hard core, and break up
the cauliﬂower. Mix all together with one
pint of ﬁne salt. Let stand over night and
drain thoroughly. In the morning rinse
with cold water and drain thoroughly. Add
one ounce each of white mustard seed and
celery seed, and a small box of ground.
mustard. Cover with vinegar and boil:
twenty minutes. Mix a tablespoonful of
tumeric with half a pound of sugar and stir

 

into the pickle while cooling. Seal in jars

 

