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THE H OUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

FLO WEBS.

 

Read b Mrs. Wm. Scadin before the Webster.
I Washt’enaw County, Farmers" Club. bept. 0th.]

0h! let our hearts be all in tun 9,

With the lovely month of June,
June,the month of roses.

Flowers are blooming ever_ where,

Flowers sweet, and ﬂowers rare,

Radiant some in gorgzous hue,

Others transient as the dew.

Lilies, in their robes of white,

Yielding us a pure delight,

Kings of old could not aspire

To rival lilies in attire.

There are violets, bright and sweet,

With faces turned each one to greet.

Almost saying “ Think of me,”

In their sweet simplicity.

The babe, with outstret‘: hed ﬁnger tips,

Quickly the tiny blossom nips.

Eager children in their play,

Search the woods for ﬂowers gay.

Flowers adorn the maiden’s brow

When she takes the marriage vow,

An 1 when the last sad rites are said

Flowers are buried with our dead.

In the morn, at noon or night,

They are always a delight,

But the ones w : love the best

Though we, too, love all the rest,

Are the ones that bloom so soon

In the 10V:1y month of June,
June, the month of roses.

Thorns are there? Ah! yes, we know,
Thorns among the roses grow,
Emblems of the care and strife

That must come t ) every life.

Can we not endure them now?

Thorns once crowned our Saviour's brow.
Y s, we would the roses clasp,

Though the thorns we too may grasp.

But they fade methinks you say.
Al things lovely pass away:
Fairest ﬂowers soonest fade;
Dearest ones are lowly laid.

Brightest hopes are soonest crushed;
Fairest forms must turn to dust;

Yet their memory sweet and dear
Ever lingers with us here.

So the ﬂowers’ scattered bloom
Yields for us a rich perfume;
Though they fade and thorns annoy,
Naught has earth without alloy.

Oh! we love the ﬂowers sweet,
Growing all around our feet.

Then in honor to our King

This shall be the song we‘ll sing;
Lord, we thank Thee for the ﬂowers
That adorn this world of ours.

For the hope that Thou has given
Of that fadeless home in heaven.

 

 

HELPING OTHERS.

" Sometimes I think I never will let
other people’s troubles worry me, but try

only to look out for myself. So often

when you have done your best for others
at great inconvenience to yourself, perhaps,
t hey come out all right, just as easy as if

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you had not concerned yourself in their
behalf.” So said a friend to me the other
day, and continued in that strain until I
felt, when she ﬁnally left me, that this
was a cold, ungrateful world, full of sel-
ﬁsh people seeking their own ends.

Were it possible for each of us to care
only for ourselves and seek only our own
good, it would indeed be a cold, cruel
world. But, thank Heaven, while self-
preservation is the law of life and nature,
the ﬁrst instinct of humanity, there are
generous impulses in every heart however
insensible it may seem, however it may
have been hardened by contact withhuman
misery. How badly the weaker would
fare if the stronger never looked upon
them with compassion! What should set
bounds to a man’s avarice and eagerness
to possess, but the thought of his duty to
his poorer, less favored neighbor! Is it
not a blessing that the sense of duty which
demands of those abundantly blessed with
good things in this life that they shall be
almoners of the bounty of the Great Giver,
brings a glow of most delicious happiness
in its performance? Ingratitude cannot
rob us of our reward—the approbation of
conscience. It is a good thing our reward
does come from within, for as some one has
beautifully and truly said, “Gratitude is
an Alpine ﬂower, that blossoms only in
the most exalted altitudes;” and if we ex-
pect it we are apt to be woefully disap-
pointed, perhaps driven to agree with the
cynic who deﬁned it as “ a lively sense of
favors to come.” But since it makes us,
individually, happier to do good rather
than evil, to be generous and open-handed
rather than miserly and stingy, and exerts
a reﬂex beneﬁt upon our character, making
us nobler and better as well as happier,
why need we mind how the beneﬁts we
bestow upon others are received? Much
has been done for us for which we have
made no adequate return; it is our pleasant
duty to “ pass it along” to our friends and
fellow men.

So long as life lasts, other people’s sor-
rows and disasters must trouble us. We
must keep our hearts open to their com-
plaints, our hands ready to relieve, so far
as we may, their necessities; nor must we
deny them sympathy. “ I wouldn’t give a
cent for a bushel of sympathy,” said a
young girl, more in anger than regret at
her misfortune. Yet to most of us
sympathy is a soothing balm, full of com
fort; it is necessary to us; it is the tribute
others pay our misfortunes.

The person who can hear a story of des

 

  

titution, of great sorrow, of bitter grief,
without being stirred with a generous im-
pulse to relieve and assist, is growing hard
and callous, an icy pall is settling over the
unmoved heart and stiﬂing its best emo-
tions. We may think we shall be happier
if we are unsympathetic, unstirred by
pity or desire to aid, but it is not true.
We miss thereby our dearest, purest
happiness. Nor is it enough to fwd these
nobler emotions, we must put feelings into
acts and befriend the unfortunate in
practical ways. Most of all, we must not
forget to speak the words of cheer and hope
and encouragement which so revive'the
despondent heart and enable it to main-
tain its fortitude against “the outrageous
darts of Fortune.” BEATRIX.
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A DAY AT CHATTANOOGA.

 

On the morning of June 27th,1889, three
tired travellers entered Chattanooga for the
ﬁrst time. I was one of. the number and
the other two were intimate friends. For
several months we had been associated
together, and had been planning for some
time to spend a day at Chattanooga on our
homeward route. We entered the city just
at break of day. Our ﬁrst thought» was
of Mount Lookout, and as we neared
the city, three pair of eyes were eagerly
scanning the windows to see who should
discover it ﬁrst. We soon saw a dim out-
line, which we imagined must be Lookout
and we afterwards discovered that we
were right. It was too early for sight
seeing when we arrived, for nearly all the
city was still wrapped in SI .zmber. And we
began to feel that we needed rest, for we
had traveled twenty consecutive hours.
So we went at once to the Read House,
which is directly opposite the Union depot,
and engaged rooms. Two hours was all
the sleep we could afford, when there was
so much to be seen. But we awoke greatly
refreshed and quite eager to :begin sight-
seeing.

When I read what a traveler-301d Beatrix
concerning Southern hotels,',1 decided that
he had never visited the Read House.
Here we found excellent board, and the
proprietor and his wife showed us personal
attention, which we scarcely expected in a
large hotel. Mr. Read took great pride in
telling how rapidly the city had grown.
At the time we were there the inhabitants
were estimated at ﬁfty thousand and the
citizens were sanguine enough to think
that the population would be increased
twenty-ﬁve per cent injthree years. Mrs.

    
    


 

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Read acted as guide book and told us
what points would be most interesting to
strangers. They were both people to be
remembered with pleasure.

Soon after breakfast we hired a carriage
and driver for three hours. First we were
driven through the principal streets of the
city. The palatial residences set high upon
the bluffs, and surrounded by beautiful
trees and ﬂowers were much admired.
Romantic and poetic visions passed through
my brain. My eyes seemed to pierce the
solid walls and see the inmates of these
beautiful homes alwa; s well dressed, a1~
ways happy and as beautiful as their sur-
roundings. But soon my castles fell to the
ground and I was overcome by weariness,
asI thought of mounting all those steps
and climbing all those bills. '

The next point of interest was Cameron
Hill. Here we alighted for a few moments
to gaze at Mt. Lookout. the Tennessee
river and Chattanooga as it lay spread out
before us. Descending to the city we
drove out on the south side, to the National
Cemetery. We were admitted through a
great iron gate, which swings within a
massive arch of Alabama limestone. On
the outer entablature of the arch may be
read these words: “ National Military
Cemetery, Chattanooga, A. D. 1863." On
the inner entablature: “ Here Rest in
Peace 12,956 Citizens Who Died for Their
Country in the Years 1861 to 1865.”

The cemetery is circular, and contains
seventy-ﬁve and a half acres. It is sur-
rounded by a stone wall and well clipped
osage hedge. Much of the wall is covered
with ivy, which takes away its stiff and
cold look. The grounds are situated upon
a large knoll, the summit of which is one
hundred feet above the gravel drive. Here
our national colors ﬂoat upon the breeze,
borne upon a ﬂag staff one hundred and
ﬁfty feet in height. Near it may be seen
the speakers’ stand, which consists of a
brick rostrum, enclosed by twelve brick
pillars, which support a roof of joists and
purline. It is all covered with English
ivy and presents a very pleasing sight. On
the lawn surrounding this rostrum are
four large cannons. On the sides of the
knoll are the nineteen special interment
sections, each marked by a granite obelisk
surrounded by small marble headstones.
The trees and ﬂowering shrubs are beauti-
ful, and nature’s carpet of blue grass
shows that it has been well tended. The
superintendent’s lodge is a pretty building
covered with ivy. In the porcha massive
book lay chained to the desk, where
visitors inscribed their names. I remem-
bered that certain friends of mine ridiculed
the idea of leaving names in strange places,
but it did not hinder me from writing
mine in the big book. When I am in a
strange place enjoying the beauties which
surround me; it always gives me a thrill of
pleasure to ﬁnd the name of some friend.
I am glad to know that eyes I love have
rested upon the same pleasing views. ‘ We
found the names of two friends there, and
left ours, not for strangers’ eyes, but for
friends who might follow.

After leaving the cemetery we drove to
.Missionary Ridge. When we arrived at

  

Bragg’s headquarters, the driver seemed to
think it proper for us to alight and stand
upon the spot. I can not say that I de-
rived any great satisfaction from the act.
We tried to discover some relic but could
not. One of our number proposed press-
ing a leaf; but mine was soon withered and
I tossed it away. The leaf was no more
interesting than those growing on my
father's farm. Why should I carry it
hundreds'of miles, simply because it grew
on Bragg’s headquarters? Returning to
the city we passed several ﬁelds covered
with blossoms resembling our morning-
glory, which were duly admired.

After taking dinner and a short rest at
our hotel, we entered a street car and were
taken to St. Elmo, a suburban town lying
at the base of Lookout mountain, and
three miles from Chattanooga. Here we
took the incline railway which carried us
to the summit of the mountain, and left us
at Lookout Point Hotel. This structure
has three stories and a basement, with
balconies on every ﬂoor surrounding the
entire building. The upper ones were re-
served for hotel guests, and many cards
about the place announced the fact in
plain type. But our kind and hospitable
hostess had been there in the morning, and
secured us the privilege of wandering
about at our own sweet wills. We spent
two or three hours upon these balconies,
drinking in the beauty which surrounded
us. Below us lay the battle grounds where
Hooker fought his famous battle above the
clouds. From this point we had a per-
fect view of Moccasin Bend and the Ten-
nessee river; Chattanooga lay spread out
1,700 feet below us; and our eyes were able
to range over 500 miles of territory and
view seven different States. We could not
measure the distance or draw the boundary
line of the States; but we enjoyed looking
upon the river, the ﬁelds and the distant
mountains.

Soon after four we took the narrow
gauge railroad and went to Sunset Park.
This is upon the mountain about one and
a quarter miles from the Point Hotel. It
is a charming spot containing one hundred
acres. And our guide-book tells of won-
derful things we might have seen by
traveling over it. But the day was draw-
ing to a close, and we were weary, so we
contented ourselves by taking the path
which led to Sunset rock. This is a
precipice 300 feet high, and from it we had
a ﬁne view of the setting sun and neigh-
boring mountains. Here we met a young
man who was taking pictures, and had
views for sale; but he seemed to lack the
true artist’s spirit. We learned that he had
always lived on the mountain, which fact
probably accounted for his lack of en-
thusiasm in speaking of the beauties which
surrounded him.

On our return trip the street car was
crowded, and two things happened to
form a discord with the sweet music our
thoughts were making. First, two sisters
dressed in widows’ weeds, who had
awakened our sympathy by their sombre
garb, suddenly turned our sympathy into
disgust by showing their pictures, which

 

had been taken at Sunset Rock, and re.

marking in great glee that a certain friend

had told them he did not wonder their huso

bands’ died, because they were so homely.

The next jar upon our sensibilities was
caused by the remarks made by several»
passengers, when the conductor stopped
for a moment to allow a colored woman to
catch up with the car and ride upon the
platform. They thought the audacity of“
“ niggers” very shocking, and that white
people should never be delayed or crowded
for their comfort.

The following morning we resumed our
journey. As we neared the depot I noticed
in large letters over one door “ Colored
Waiting Room.” In all my southern
travels I had noticed that colored people
were not seen in our waiting room and did
not ride in our car. But this was the ﬁrst.
time I had ever noticed that their place was
pointed out in bold, staring letters. I can
not say it would be pleasant for the whites-
to have it otherwise; yet my sympathies go
out for the down trodden race, and I hope
the time may speedily come when they

may be treated with more respect.

OLIVET. C. M. CURTIS.
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WHAT TO DO ' WITH A BARE
CORNER.

Just let me tellfyou what to do with that.
bare corner in the parlor that always looks
so unfurnished. You see you never con-
sidered the possibilities of a common
clothes horse, now did you? Well, try it.
Get one with three divisions in it; set it in
the corner so that the centre division faces
toward the room and the other two along
the walls, meeting in the corner. See?
Have some shelves cut to rest on the three
sets of bars, and to make them ﬁt round
the upright poles mark a semi-circle with
a button mould of the right size and cut it.
out. Paint the rack with white enamel
paint, which you can get for twenty-ﬁve or
ﬁfty cents by sending to the English
Enamel Paint 00., 10 East Fifteenth St.,
New York City. You will need about.
two coats of the paint, probably“ Make
decorative bands of chamois or morccco
leather by cutting an open-work pattern
and underlaying it with red or yellow
satteen, and tack to the front edges of the
shelves with brass headed nails. Or if
this is too much work, pink some strips
of red or russet morocco, and use in the
same way. Then the cabinet is ready for
your china, books, or these decorative
triﬂes that accumulate in every well-regu. .
lated household. You will be surprised to
see what a pretty, graceful piece of turni-
ture this will make.

I suppose everybody knows that this
same style of clothes-horse can be used as
the foundation for a quite pretty folding
screen by covering the panels with gay
cretonne, with bands of plain plush, velvet
or satteen put on top and bottom. A.
pretty screen I once saw was thus made,
only the panels were covered with un-
bleached cotton on which was pasted, on
the centre panel large sprays of roses and
peonies cut from cretonne, and small sprigs.
scattered over the others. The woodwork
should be painted white or ebonized.

 

 

ALIA. KE l‘URAH.

 

 


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OFF TO ALASKA.

At Douglas Island we went on shore to
inspect the great stamp mill. Here is the
Treadwell mine, with its 240 stamps, run
by the power of the drainage of the mine.
The tunnel is 46 feet in diameter; the
monthly supply of ore crushed is 20,000
tcns; the cost of converting it about one
dollar per ton; with an average yield of
four dollars per ton. Two hundred men
are employed, many of them Indians. The
ore after being pulverized is run with water
over aprons or concentrators until thor-
oughly washed, when it is taken up by
quicksilver in amalgam, which is then
chemically removed, leaving . the gold
free. The buildings are extensive and
substantial. We left them, crossed to
Juneau, which lies nearly opposite. This
is the most important town in Alaska,
containing 1,500 inhabitants. Some build-
ings are comfortable in appearance. Two
newspapers are published here. Indian
curiosities are plentiful, but of fabulous
price. Most of the houses are small and
dingy, those of tie Indians are particularly
odorous. There is an Indian Home where
children receive religious and manual
training, being sent to the government day
school. This mission is in charge of Rev.
and Mrs. W. Willard. Near this town is
the celebrated “ Silver Bow Basin,” where
several rich silver mines are located. On a
mountain near is the Ibr-x mine, at an
altitude of 1,800 feet. The Silver Queen
last year shipped the ore at an average
proﬁt of $57 per ton.

While Wrangel is built on a narrow
beach at the mountain foot, Juneau is built
on a foot hill, plainly a landslide from the
mountain in the ages past. One feature
not before noted, but ﬁrst met with at
Wrangel, is the native “ totem poles” or
tribe symbols. These are poles twenty or
more feet in height, erected in front of
their houses and carved from top to bot-
tom with barbaric ﬁgures of men and ani-
mals, uncouth in form, but displaying
much genius. These are reproduced in
miniature for sale to tourists; the material
being wood or slate. Their places of
burial are sometimes very curious; one
near Wrangel being known as the Whale
and Wolf, where there are quite extensive
buildings, surmounted by colossal but
rudely carved ﬁgures of the animals named.

We left Juneau at two p. m. for Chilcat.
That afternoon we saw a shower gather on
the mountain. At ﬁrst a black speck was
visible, then vapor gathered from every
direction. Blacker and thicker grew the
cloud, then it began to roll down the
mountain side. Rapidly it gathered until
the neighboring peaks were involved; soon
all was shrouded in mist and gloom. A
change of direction at last hid the storm
from our view. We passed Eagle glacier,
1,200 feet high, and glaciers show in every
mountain deﬁle. We saw Chilcat, a little
town on the beach, but did not land. At
9:30, Paciﬁc time, we turned the Queen’s
head southward, there being yet an hour
to sunset. By our local time, it would be
1280. In the afternoon a passenger wasi

 

lowered in aboat he had brought on board,
supplies handed over, and with cheers he
started for the shore, where stood two
other huts. He was a prospector looking
for deposits of ore. Soon after we were
hailed by a steam launch from the United
States cruiser Patterson. She took mail
and supplies for the vessel, which was at
work up another arm of the bay. The
mountain scenery, always grand, reached
is climax near the point of return. Oh
ye eternal hills, cloud-capped and snow-
crowned! In your immovable silence and
grandeur ye turn to shame all puny efforts
of man to build monuments of earthly
display! Grand, rugged, vast they stand,
some sharp peaks on which the clouds
burn incense; others like sentinel pillars;
others lie in heaps all linked in icy bands,
or streaked with snow of virgin whiteness.
In every ravine are glaciers and water
falls of wondrous beauty, falling in
sparkling caccades over their rocky beds.
Wednesday, July 23rd, we awoke to ﬁnd
we were in the ice ﬁelds of Glaclre Bay,
the most wonderful, desolate and forbid-
ing country we have seen. Among ice
and towering, rugged mountains we slowly
move on. Mt. Fairweather, 15,000 feet
high, is the crOWning apex. Here is Muir
glacier, a river of ice presenting a front of
jagged broken points, facades, towers and
crags 250 feet high, and two miles across.
Shall I essay to describe it? As well at-
tempt to paint a sunbeam. Stretched
away as far as the eye can reach lies a wide
valley between high rocky mountains,
bare but veined and crossed in their gray
rock with red sandstone, making them
luminous in the sunlight. This valley is
ﬁlled all the way across with ice from 200
to 400 feet in depth, f)llowing the wind-
ings and inequalities, reinforced from every
deﬁle, all being pressed forward and
downward by the accumulations back of
it; tearing, scraping and grinding the
earth as it passes, at the rate of from 10 to
40 fe.t daily, the part forced over the
water breaking off from its weight and the
pressu-e back of it; falling in pieces of all
sizes, shapes and hues, with the noise of
cannonading, and thus ﬂoating, while
miles of water are ﬁlled. A strange
spectacle is the huge rocks or smaller
boulders that ﬂoat on the icebergs, having
become torn from the mountains and. em-
bedded in the ice in its march to the sea.
We lay at the glacier nine hours, giving
any who wished the chance to land and
explore it. Prof. Muir and party were
there encamped. He came on board to
dinner and proved himself a pleasant com-
panion, as well as a learned professor.
Great ﬂocks of gulls circled in front of the
glacier. Their piercing, moaning cries
might pass for the wailing of lost souls.
Weather so cold all were wrapped in
winter clothing, then shivering. Several
canoes of Indians came offering their wares.
One fellow clad in rags opened an old
cloth, showing several twenty dollar gold
piecis and a lot of silver money. One
squaw had her papoose with her, and
contrary to tradition it cried lustily. Left
t. e glacier at three p. m.; were four hours
getting through the ice, which at times

    

 

rubbed so hard the ship shook in ever;
timber. '

July 24th we arrived at Sitka, Alaska’s
capital, really a pretty town. built in a
little plain, encircled by mountains. with
Baranov castle perched aloft on a central
hilltop. This is a large, square wooden
building with acupola; the residence of
the Russian governors. Back of this is
the old Greek church, with its emerald
dome and towers. The United States
buildings give a smart aspect t; the place.
We ran the gauntlet of half a. mile of
squaws and Indians up the wharf and
street, visited the Greek church, saw its
wonderful paintings, said to he one hum
dred years old, its altar vestments and
bishop's mitre, cOvered with gold «and
gems; visited the Mission school, where
nearly two hunired Indian youths are
taught to be clean, to wcrk, and be
Christians, and Indian river with its falls
and sylvan beauty. Returning, we were
favored with a serenade by the band at the
Mission. The boys played nicely. though
they have been in practice less than. a year;
A game of base ball was played between
the ship’s nine and a Sitka nine; the ship’s
boys “inning. Aball was given by the
military in the evening to the passengers,
which was largely attended, although the
evening proved rainy. Sitka claims 1,200
people, 250 of whom are Russians. The
bay is beautiful, being locked in and
studded with islands of various sizes, all.
green with verdure. Mt. Erlgeccmbe. an
extinct volcano, rears its lofty head near,
and snow streaked mountains encircle the
scene. Back of the town is the cemetery,
with its ancient, moss covered stones with
Russian inscriptions, as well as more
modern ones. It is neglected; cattle and
hogs roaming at will. The United States
gunboat Pinta was lying at Sitka.

We left Sitka at four p. In. July 25th;
stopped at Killisnoo awhile. This is a
terring ﬁshery. Saw Saginaw Jake, the
Indian chief here. Rounding Killisnoo
island we passed through Murder Cave into
Prince Frederick’s Sound, and from there
returned by the outward route, stopping
at Nabaimo to coal. We arrived at Taco-
ma at 8:30 p. m., July 29th, with a world
of new experiences to assimilate and ﬁle
for future use. a. L. L.

(To be Continued.) ‘

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PECULIARITIES.

 

 

We all have our peculiarities. Some
are peculiar in one respect and some in an-
other. I have in mind the case of a young
lady; she was one of those real good girls
and worked out for a living. She was
neat and tidy, spry as a cricket, and an.
excellent housekeeper. Of course she had
admirers among the country swain, and of
these there were two whose characteristics
were exactly opposite. One of them
was a very nice, quiet, modest, retiring
young fellow, who blushei as easily as a
ﬁfteen-year old school girl. He was a
church member, with no bad habits;
neither smoked, chewed, drank, or used
profane or obscene language, in fact wasa
model young man. His people were well-


 
  
  
  

 

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to-do, and he was the only son. He had
acomfortable farm of his own and was
considered “ a good catch.”

The other was a ro'ugh, boisterousyoung
fellow, who smoked, chewed, drank and
could swear in seven languages; attended
all the dances with reach, knew everybody
for miles around and wouldn‘t be abashc-d
in the presence of Her Majesty. One
would naturally suppose (my young lady
would have chosen the former for a life
partner, but this peculiar young lady
seemed to prefer the latter, and married
him. To an acquaintance who expressed
surprise at her choice, she remarked:
“ Henry is a very nice fellow, but he is so
green and backward, and his breath smells
just likea calf’s breath.” (He didn’t chew
tobacco.) People are queer, anyway.

LANSING. AUNT BECKY.

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A VISIT TO THE EXPOSITION.

 

Who attended the Detroit Exposition?
I for one spent two delightful days
there, but alas! I didn’t see our Beatrix;
my old enemy, bashfulness, prevailed again
over my good resolutions. When put to
the test my courage all evaporated and I
could not, for the life of me, enter that
pretty Swiss chalet and introduce myself
to our editor.

“ You’ve never done anything to deserve
her notice,” argued my enemy. “ You’ve
never ﬁnished one of the many letters you
have composed and partly written; you
know you are extremely commonplace,
with neither wit, wisdom or talent to re-
commend you, and you had better not ex
pose your ignorance! ”

These arguments being true, were con-
vincing, and I turned reluctantly away,
after vainly trying to decide for myself
which of the several ladies in sight was the
one of interest to us HOUSEHOLDERs.

Yes, I say us; for although I’ve never
before written to the HOUSEHOLD, I’ve
treasured up every paper from the ﬁrst
beginning, and ﬁnd in them a never failing
source of help and comfort. But to re
turn to the Exposition: Didn’t you want
to bring home that beautiful parlor mantel
and grate, only $165; and the brass fur-
niture, and the big white bear that stood

in the for department? By the way, I
could not coax my other half to look at the
furs and diamonds with me—he has a lofty
contempt for such costly triﬂes—but I
visited the stables with him and succeeded
in getting up quite a fair show of enthu-
slasm.

“ 01d Pompey-i’s last days ” as I heard a
young man remark, was to me a veritable
scene of enchantment; it was not alone the
brilliant mimic life before me, but the real
scene was quite as beautiful. The tall
towers of the Exposition pouring down
their ﬂoods of electric brightness, the
broad river melting away into moonlit
spaces, and marked here and there by the

ﬂashing lights of the busy river crafts,

while over and around and through all
percolated the sweet strains of Cappa’s
band, blended past and present and all
united to make me believe myself in fairy-

Avenue past those grand residences. I
never observed before what a ﬁne eﬁect
may be produced by trailing plants and
vines; they adorn the grandest mansion or
transform the most humble cot.

I might go on ad inﬁnitum and tell of
the Art Gallery, the lightning artist, the
girl with a living bracelet of serpents, and
Wonderland, but right there I’ll stop; the
very name makes me feel creepy. Let us
hear from others on the same subject.
EAGLE. CONSTANCE.

W

DISEWASHING .

 

“The idea of a man’s presuming to give

instructions about dishwashing! ” no doubt

some of the ladies will exclaim when they

read this article. But the many com-

plaints of greasy dishes, frowsy dishcloths,

and half wiped dishes would seem to in-

dicate that some instruction is needed in
this matter, and as Jeanne Allison failed

to give any speciﬁc directions in her article,

I venture to make some suggestions, based
on considerable experience and long ob-
servation. ‘

First, let me say how this work should

not be done. Dishes should not be washed
in a small quantity of lukewarm water,

and wiped right out of the dirty greasy
suds, as is often done; but have plenty of
warm suds as hot as the hands can bear

and give each dish a good scrubbing,

turning it bottom side up in the sink or

pan to drain. Put all the dishes back into
the pan right side up, and pour on scalding
water. Wipe with a clean dry towel, wip~
ing the glass—ware ﬁrst. If the wa‘er is
hot, and the wiping cloth dry and clean,
the glass and earthen ware will be bright
and dry. After the dishes are all wiped,
rinse the wiping and dish-cloths out clean
and wring them thoroughly, shake out and
hang up evenly to dry, but do not gather
them up and hitch them all wrinkled upon
a nail, as is often done.

When one of the Roman consuls was de-
posed from his lofty position to a menial
one, instead of sulkin g, he went bravely to
work, saying, “ If the ofﬁce does not honor
me I will honor the ofﬁce.” Let every
dishwasher do the work so well that it will
be digniﬁed, though it may not be a very
digniﬁed occupation. GRANDPA.

MUSKEGON.
MP—

A CAKE FESTIVAL.

It is qu’te probable that many of our
readers have heard of, perhaps been in-
terested in, a form of entertainment to raise
money for charitable purposes which has
met with success wherever it has been
tried, and is known as the cake sale.
The only articles offered for sale are
cakes in all varieties and the recipes for
making them. The refreshments consist
of cake served with coffee at small tables.
At other tables cake is for sale by the slice,
the pound or the dozen.
The recipes for the cakes are copied in
various odd and attractive ways. Some
are collected into small booklets, others
are classed—several recipes for the same
kind, others again include six favorite

so that one could buy the plans and
speciﬁcations for any particular variety
which happened to strike her fancy. There
should be great diversity in the getting up
of these recipes; acookie recipe, for in-
stance, is on a card the size and shape of a
cookie and painted to imitate one. Others
represent slices of cake, chocolate, raisin,
layer, etc.

There should be plenty of nice white
paper in which to wrap the large cakes,
fancy boxes to hold quarters or halves,
fancy paper bags for those sold by the
dozen, and squares of tinted paper for the
accommodation of those inclined to sample
a cake out of hand.

Everycake must be the verv nicest of its
kind; no “ not quite right, but guess it will
do” work. And prices must be reason.
able, considering the quality of the goods
delivered. A cake sale, properly managed,
will prove a success almost anywhere.

 

RIPE TOMATOES ——-Take a crock or jar
as large as you want and ﬁll with tomatoes,
washed clean. Cover them with salt
water, and let stand one week. Drain Off
the water and cover' with vinegar; put a
plate and weight on them to keep them
under the vinegar. When you wish to eat
them, slice and sprinkle sugar and pepper
over them. They will keep till spring. The
above was published in the HOUSEHOLD
of August 24th, 1889, and is republished
by request.

——_...———

CUCUMBER Plenum—Pick, sort, wash,
pack in salt, but add no water as they will
make their own brine. When wanted,
soak till fresh, boil till tender, pickle in
sweetened vinegar, turn Off and repeat,
heating the vinegar each time. This recipe
Mrs. H. C. Bradish furnished the Lenawee
County Horticultural Society. Mrs. J. M.
Blanchard said cucumber pickles scalded
three times, once in strong brine, twice in
vinegar, will keep a year. While in brine
keep covered with cloth and weight.

 

TRY covering a few of the tomato vines
with green boughs cut from trees, to keep
them from being cut by the frost. The
tomatoes will go on ripening till hard
freezing weather comes.

-————-—¢'O.————'
U seful Recipes.

 

MASSACHUSETTS INDIAN CAKE—Three cups
each of cornmeal aid ﬂour: one cup each of
sour milk and molasses; a saltspoonful of
salt; one teaspoonful of rods dissolved in the
miLk. M x well. Bake 1n a moderate oven. in

a deep pan.

PRESERVED C1rnorv.-—Cut the melon in thin
slices, peel and remove the seeds and boil in
clear water till nez rly tender. Make a syrup.
using one pound of granulated sugar for one
pounds of melon, boil and skim. Slice five or
six lemons for each ten pounds of the pre-
serve, and remove all seeds. Drain the melon
carefully and put it with the lemon into the
hot syrup and boil until clear. Then can in
se .f-sealing cans. Add a few raisins to a part
of the preserve. To prepare it for use in
cake, mince meat, etc.. take what you need
from a can of citron preserve. drain it care-
fully for several hours, then cut it into thin

 

 

land. Then too I rode down Woodward

    

kinds, and recipes were also for sale singly,

slices, and use as though it were dried.

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

