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“ MUZZEB’S CHILL UN.”

 

“ My muzzer’s almost trazy,

Her chillun is so bad,
An’ my drate bid sister Daisy
Does make her dreﬁul sad,
So she says.

“ And Daisy is a norful dirl:

Her nice new frock she tored,
An’ tause she had her hair to tnrl
Why she—why she just roared

X ester day.

“ When baby owyed, an’ muzzer said:
‘ Go an’ wreck little Claire:
She put trums in his tradle spread,
An’ chew—dam in his hair
Tozzer day.

“What you sint one time she did?
Why, runned away from me,
She went and runned and hid.
I didn’t know where she be—
l‘ouldn’t ﬁnd her.

“ Dess I’se sometimes norful too—
Of course I is, I know;
But what’s a yittle girl to do
When she don’t wort or sew
Tause she tarnt?

“She dot to try; be tross too.
When she’s so small as me,
That’s all the way she has to do
When she’s tired—don’t you see?
Tourse you do.

" When l’se weally dood and nice
Through all the drate long day.
Papa talls me a ‘pearl of prize,
An’ muzzer’s dlad to say
‘ She was dood.’ ”
——....__.__..

OUR BEST REASONS.

 

“ However our conduct may appear to
others, we act wisely when we have the
best reasons for pursuing any given
course,” says our “Strong-Minded Girl,”
in the Household of August 18th. This is
almost axiomatic in a certain sense, but
who is to judge of the validity and force
of “the best reasons?” If, as Ilnfer from
the sentence which immediately follows,
“We may not judge, since we understand
not others’ needs.” the idea is we are the
best judges of our own conduct, as gov-
erned by what we consider the best rea—
sons, I must take exception to this state
ment as being too broad, so broad as to
be misleading. We may not sit in judg-
ment on another's motives; we may, we
must, as life and society are constituted,
judge acts and conduct. Can we rely
implicitly upon that inner, calm reveal-
ing of which she speaks, as our highest
authority? No. Our acts, if governed
by unbiased judgment, free from pre
judiCe, or passion, or desire, might be al-
ways wise, always right: But this is

imply impossible; we cannot judge im-

partially, dispassionately; we cannot so
abstract ourselves as to give purely im
personal judgment to our own acts; we
are swayed by many inﬂuences outside
an inner revealing or intuitive knowledge.
We see many things not as they actually
are; not as they appear to others, but as
they strike our imagination.

“ Action treads the path
In which Opinion says he follows good
Or ﬂies from evil; and Opinion gives
Report of good or evil, as the scene
Was drawn by Fancy. love 1y or deformed.”

Do not our desires often so warp our
judgment as to make the wrong appear
the better reason? Our opinions are the
measures of soul—growth, and it takes
time for all development, but our deeds
live and act apart from our own Will;
their consequences are felt both in our
consciousness and beyond it. A profound
moralist, in speaking of our relation to
others, says: “We must. in all cases,
view ourselves not so much according to
that light in which we may appear to our‘
selves,as according to that in which we na
turally appear to others,” which is simply
equivalent to saying that in addition to
considering the consequences to ourselves,
of acts which are governed by our opin-
ions, .9 must be able to see how the acts
inﬂuenced by these opinions affect others.
Then is it not true that one who knows
and loves us, and has a warm personal
interest in us; one who has the wisdom
and experience of ye are, can judge more
wisely than we of reasons and opinions,
though to our cruder minds our own
wisdom seems best? Does not a simple,
loving, untaught heart often see through
the mists of sophistry which bewilder us,
and warn us of danger we cannot as yet
recOgnize? Does not the disobedient
daughter who_ has chosen her way ac-
cording to those “best reasons ” which
are sufﬁcient unto herself, but found it
after all the wrong way,often acknowledge
this as she creeps back, humbled and re—
pentant, and ah! so much less conﬁdent
of self, to the mother who warned her of
danger? “None can at all times choose
wisely; as consequences prove.” We ad-
mit it, and so we ask counsel, we listen
to the advice of friends, we defer to so-
ciety, asrepresented by public opinion;
and act wisely when we g1ve this inﬂu'
ence and opinion of others due weight in
our balance. We learn, by and by, that
trust can be misplaced, affection mis-
guided, and thus make our reasoning a
guide to error.

It is no light thing to accept the re—

 

sponsibility of guiding our own conduct,
without the governing, moderating inﬂu-

ence of those whose hearts are bound up
with our lives by love and relationship.
Yet it is in youth, when we most need the
wisdom and counsel of others, that we
are the most arrogant, most certain of
ourselves, most sure our way is best. As
we grow older, we see that though our
own happiness is of more consequence to
us than to any other person in the world,
to secure that happiness it is not our
privilege to ignore the rights of others;
and of these rights inexperience is most
unmindful. We see there can be no per-
fect development, no beautiful life, no
attainment of life’s noblest heights, in
which our obligations to others, reciprocal,
moral and 1e al, are not recognized and
respected. his precludes the idea that
each inner life is a law unto itself; this
principle is the foundation of that moral
selﬁshness by which we persuade our-
selves that our own desires, what we ar-
rogantly assume are the necessities of our
natures, are paramount to all other rights.
No full, complete happiness was ever won ,
no noble life ever builded, by our sacriﬁce
of another. We must take into our hearts
and lives that “higher law,” founded on
the Christ-life, which includes our duty
to others also, as the guide, the balance
wheel, to our inner, calm revealing.

BEATRIX.
——.OO-———

A LESSON.

 

One day a short time since, I gathered
agem of use set in the full beauty of a
rich life.

“My young friend,” said a grand old
lady to me, “ try always to keep in your
heart the beauty and helpfulness of trust;
trust in human life.”

I looked into her calm, happy face with
the serene eyes, and crown of beautiful
white hair, and as the inﬂuence of her
words thrilled my heart with warm, re-
sponsive feeling, I said: “I thank you
for those words and the thoughts they
awake in me. I feel the need of others’
trust in me, that I may more fully believe
in myself. I think we may often inﬂuence
people in the direction of our ﬁxed thought
and belief in regard to them, so they wil,
respond to that thought and belief. Trustl
hope, is half of fulﬁllment.”

“ That is true,” she replied. “ One of
the most helpful, formative inﬂuences of
my early womanhood was the ﬁrm faith
and trust of another heart in my life,-—a
faith which hoped in my strength over all
my failures, a trust believing in the ulti-

 

mate triumph of my womanhood.” She
sat for a few moments in pleasant reverie,
and half to herself asked: “ I Wonder
where that friend is now, and what is the
reward for all the kindness performed for

 

 


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THE HOUSEHOLD.

     

 

others?" Then as if anticipating my de-
sire, she proceeded:

“He was many years my senior; his
warm nature and true manliness .consti-
tuted him my youthful ideal of manhood.
His life was a sorrowful one, but he
gathered rich experience from its ﬁeld.
His rare spirit wooed from the burdened
sears a mighty meaning. He had, I be-
lieve, the most buoyant, hopeful nature I
ever knew. You would think all life a
joy to him, and it was, in a sense, for he
found all the gold of sorrow, all the" value
of pain. Iwas 'self-distrustful, and al-
ways depreciative of my abilities, fearful
of assuming responsibility. Thatirreso—
lution, timidity, was the one burden of
my life like no other, the one sorrow like
none beside. One day when speaking of
some deﬁciency painfully felt, he replied,
“ You are all right!"

Oh, the power of those words! How
strong to lean upon, how full of glad
surprise they were! In them the voice of
supreme faith spoke to my life. They
ocrurred often to my mind, until they be-
gan to grow in me as a desire, a purpose;
and every desire is aprophecy, every pur-
pose a living inﬂuence seeking to become
an actuality in our lives. I was not vain
enough to forget my faults, but my mind
became occupied by the thought of my

strength, and strength and weak—
ness. light and er ror, cannot
dwell together. I tried to realize

the hope of another in my life. thus hope
became my own, and hope seeks to realize
all of life’s possibilities. Trust, hope, it
is, through love, which builds about the
loved one the soul’s beautiful ideal, and
strives to raise the real into oneness with
this ideal. We may read everywhere,
trust, as the thought of God. All the
heart of nature throbs with this helpful
word.”

Here the old lady was interrupted by
‘ two tiny hands placed over her eyes, and

asweet, childish voice from behind her
chair cried: “Guess who it is, Grandma!"

“Oh, you little rogue,” said she, taking
the child up in her arms and kissing her;
“ did you mean to frighten Grandma?"

“No,” replied the little girl, “butI
wanted to see you.” Then climbing up,
the put her arms around the old lady's
neck and resting her head on her shoul-
der, looked laughingly and earnestly into
her face. Suddenly she said, “ Grandma,
how old you are!"

“ Why, what makes you think so, my
child?"

“ Why, your hair is so white,” replied
the child, laying her hand on the soft
white locks, and contrasting them with
the red gold of her own long curls.

Ah! the mystery of the years, the won-
dering question of the child-heart! Those
white locks seem so far along the pathway
of Timel

The old lady smiled, and looking up at
me, asked: “Have you solved the mys—
tery of the years?"

" But in part,” I replied; “yet I see my
life must be in its fruitage of deeds, not

years."

“ That is the thought,” said she. “ The
way of the years is weary and fruitless.

The path of time is beautiful only by the
blossoms of opportunity, hope and fulﬁll-
ment.”

“Ah! little one,” said she, stroking the
child’s fair hair, “it will not be verylong
even to the ‘white hair,’ if love and help-
fulness be the companion of your life.”

S. M. G.

LIIIJI. ___...___

CHAUI‘AUQUA.

 

Nearly eight hundred feet above Lake
Erie’s leVel, nestling amid the clustering
hills of southwestern New York, lies Lake
Chautauqua, that charmed spot which is
rapidly becoming the modern Mecca of
the literary pilgrim. It is twenty miles
long, with an average breadth of more
than a mile. About midway the length,
long points of land approach each other,
leaving only a deep narrow channel,
hence the signiﬁcance of the lake's Indian
name, which means “a bag tied in the
middle.” The lake has no visible inlet,
but a narrow outlet turns and twists its
way into the Allegheny, thence to the
broad Mississippi by way of the Ohio,
and ﬁnally becomes swallowed up in the
blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico.

Nine well managed steamers ply to and
fro during the summer days and moon-
light nights; and competition has this
year reduced season tickets to one dollar,
for which small sum one can ride sixteen
hours per day, if he choose, for six weeks.

Taking the little steamer “ Hiawatha”
one morning for a tour of the lake, we
stopped fulltwenty minutes at the dock
at Mayville waiting for the crowd on the
daily excursion train to settle aboard. It
is such a pretty, quiet little village, strag-
gling over the hills at the head of the
lake, we became enamored with it, and
took up our abode at one of its cottages
during our stay atOhautauqua. It is here
that Judge Tourj ee, author of the popular
American historical novels, resides, in a
pretty, modest home far up Main Street,
where he can command a ﬁne view of the
lake and its distant rim of purple tinted
hills. The Hiawatha does not deign to
stop at Wooglin, a mammoth club house,
ﬁlled with guests, a house as ugly as its
name, but speeds away like a water bird,
straight for Cnautauq ua Point, the Baptist
camping ground. To my mind it is the
ﬁnest and healthiest location on the lake.
Its one hotel, The Grand, is ﬁtly named.
It is large, handsome, and stands upon a
high poxnt, commanding a view of the
entire lake with all its curving shores, a
view that excites an exclamation from
the most phlegmatic gazer. There are
some ﬁne cottages near by, large, airy,
and standing in the broad sunlight, an
item in their favor, for atChautauqua one
is never troubled with torrid summer
days, indeed, it is almost too cool for
comfort some of these August mornings
At the left of the hotel extends a. pretty
grove, and near by a large, rather over-
grown looking tabernacle, where con-
certs as well as religious services are fre-
quently held. Aside from its pure air
and commanding position, there is noth-
ing to attract the chance visitor, and so

 

few linger long, but speed away across

the lake to Fair Point, or as it is now
called, Chautauqua. Here are the classic
shades that once were termed the Metho-
dist camp grounds. but under the gener-
ous management of Dr. Vincent, have be.
come a fostering mother to every class
and every denomination who seek her
privileges.

One’s ﬁrst impression as the steamer
points up to the narrow dock, is that
Chautauqua is a kind of human m‘e nag-
erie, because of the gates which resem-
ble nothing so much as the cages one
sees at a circus. At the right, is a small
window where tickets, costing forty
cents for one admission, or two dollars
for an open sea/rm for a week, must be ob-
tained before you can pass through the
turnstile and worry yourself through the
crowd into the grounds. At the left of
the window and under the same low
roof, an enclosure about twenty by thirty
feet is crowded with people, who peer
out between the slats at the incoming
throng from the boat. As the last one
leaves the deck the gates open and out
pours an eager throng rushing for the
best seats on deck, and thus it is repeated
every hour of the day. The averare daily
attendance during the entire Chautauqua
season this year was estimated to be
twenty thousand. Here. in a magniﬁcent
grove of grand old oak, chestnut and
maple trees, some of them veritable
patriarchs, is a» busy, crowded city of
cottages. Streets and avenues extend in
every direction, but usually leading
directly or indirectly to the commodious
amphitheatre containing the great pipe
organ, and where I judge two thousand
people might be comfortably seated.
Here are delivered at stated hours during
the day lectures on various topics by
prominent professors and lecturers, and
here also Prof. Sherwin gave delight to
all by his charming concerts. The ad'
mission fee at the gate admits one free to
all entertainments here offered, which
are in every respect always ﬁrst class.

Members of the “Chautauqua Course "'
I think will experience a feeling of disap-
pointment on ﬁrst viewing many of the
noted points here. For instance, Pales-
tine and the Pyramids are ridiculous
caricatures, and Jerusalem reminded me
of nothing so much as the piles of elegant
mud pies of my childhood recollections.
The hall in the grove is much handsomer
on the cover of The Chautauquan, as in
truth might 'be said of the other public
buildings. A ﬁne chime of bells echo
eyer the lake at morning, noon and night,
and the great bell of the chime tells each
passing hour. At ten o’clock evening
“drum taps and to bed,” for here one gets
rest as well as recreation.

Whatever temporary drawbacks one
may ﬁnd at Chautauqua, it cannot be
denied that the “Chautauqua ” idea is a
grand one, for it furnishes food for
famished minds, rest for weary bodies
and society for lonely or isolated bread-
winners, and is not that enough? I wish
that every reader of the MICHIGAN FARM-
EB would enroll as a member of the C. L.
S. C. For full particulars address the

 

obliging secretary, Miss K. F. Kimball,

    

 

 


 

 

‘ THE HOUSEHOLD

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Plainﬁeld, N. J ., not forgetting to in-
close stamp for reply.

The boats down the lake stop at'various
points, none of special interest except
Lakewood,the N. Y. , P. do 0. R. R. station,
where are also some of the ﬁnest hotels
and cottages, all ﬁlled to their utmost
capacity.

By far the prettiest part of the whole
trip is down the outlet to Jamestown, a
distance of three miles. It seems as if the
river were trying to see how crooked it
could be, and turning some of the sharp
narrow curves becomes a triﬂe exciting.
No rim of pebbled beach is visible, but
luxuriant shrubs and weeds bend low over
the dark water or half draw back to reveal
a dim, reedy cove, losing itself in the
swampy wood. At every bend, short,
sharp steamer whistles resound, and fre-
quently we pass at given points. Some-
how the loud jest and laugh and song has

\ died away as we glide through the silent
forest, and all seem content to hail the
passing steamer with the “Chautauqua
salute,” so like in its ﬁrst surprise to the
silent fall of large feathery snow ﬂakes.
Gracefully, and as if proud of the achieve-
ment, the Hiawatha glides up to the
dock at Jamestown, and Babel once more
begins .as all join in an unseemly scram-
ble for cars and ctrriages, eager “ to do ”
this pretty city so pertly perched on the
steep hill slopes, at the foot of Chautau-
qua Lake. I. F. N.

Nuns, N. Y.

THE HEALTH QUESTION.

 

The subject of the health of farmers’
wives and daughters, and, in fact, of
women generally,is a most important one.
If women as a sex, or if any class of them,
are enjoying poor health, or fall below
any other class or the average status, it is
well it should be known, the cause ascer-
tained and remedies found. I quite agree
with other members of the Household
that farmers’ wives and daughters do not
have enough of out door air, but Myra
shows them a simple plan of securing a
good quantum. .

There are very few farmers’ wives who
can arrange to go away any length of
time for rest and recreation. If there
are children to be left, the thought of
what may happen to them ﬁlls the
mother’s mind, and the feeling that the
little ones are defrauded of mamma’s
companionship, and she from home for
enjoyment, ﬁlls the heart with guilty
qualms, and does not conduce to rest or
improvement. To take them with her is
still worse, for all the world bears witness
to the fact that children require more
care away from home. They miss the
familiar scenes, the regular hours, and
pleasant freedom; new scenes excite
them, the necessary restraint is irksome,
they grow restive and rebellious, and
mamma ﬁnds her pleasure excursion a
tiresome affair.

A day’s trip, a boat ride, adrive, a few
hours spent in the woods, will make a
grateful change to child and parent, even
if it brings fatigue; but as a usual thing
‘he children are better at home, and the

 

mother with them, unless she can leave
them in good hands, and take with her a
contented mind. But when she can sit
down in the midst of warm weather, the
piazza or yard is a good place to sit in,
and the little ones can safely range about,
content that mamma is there, while her
watchful eye can follow and her eye and
ear can take in the beauties of nature,
while her body drinks in new life from
the sunshine and air.

Nature rebels against overwork, the
penalty must be paid. But is overwork
so general as is claimed? I verily believe
that if women will put brains into their
work, lop oﬁ the non-essentials without
reference to Mrs. Grundy, and put the
essentials in business order, and then use
the leisure saved wisely, they need not, as
a rule, suffer in health from their exer—
tions.

If children suffer from the overwork of
the mother, why is it that the penalty
falls only on the girls? We hear no com-
plaints of the deterioration of masculine
health, and yet the boy with the girl is
the child of his mother.

I have seen the statement several times
lately in the public prints, that the health
of American women is improving, and the
heresy is also promulgated that the
English woman, the synonym for robust
health, is far more culpable than her
American sister in the sin of tight lacing.
List, ye shades!

I would be very glad to see the subject
exhaustively discussed. We cannot too
closely scrutinize a subject of so much
importance. A. L. L.

Ixennsmn.
*0..—

THE VALUE OF FLOWERS.

 

When death enters a beloved family
circle and removes the dear object of care
and solicitude, we naturally turn to
something to replace our loss; our hearts
cling to the material; we beautify the
sacred spot where our loved one rests.

My daughter, now lost to us, loved the
ﬂowers in art as well as in nature. With
her pencil she drew the lovely forget—me-
not and sweet mignonette, with her tiny
brush painted roses, fuchsias and the
clinging vine. .She cultivated the lowly
“Flowers of Thought ” (pansies). She
selected many choice house plants, which
she left to “mother's care,”——think you
not each one now sacred to her memory?
Yes, the ﬂowers have won their way to
my heart and many choice varieties
adorn our yard. Tue ﬂowers are sweet,
silent messengers of hope to the sorrow-
ing heart.

I would say to our sisters, cultivate
ﬂowers. If you have children teach them
to love the beautiful ﬂowers—their hearts
will be more pure, theirlives will feel the
sweet inﬂuence in after years, they will
revert with pleasure to the happy child—
hood days. Where is the mother who
cannot ﬁnd time to care for a few plants
to cheer the sitting room, or some fa-
vorite window.

Now is the time to repot for winter. I
will say for the beneﬁt of those who wish
to slip plants, cut up the end, insert one
or two oats and drop one or two in

 

ground with slips. I have better success
in rooting slips since reading this in Floral
Magazine. I have tried it.

I would say to all who read this take a
ﬂoral magazine, don’t plead poverty, for
at each visit you will feel richer as well as
happier. Don’t say you have no time to
cultivate ﬂowers and don’t need it. you
are the very one; if you can’t have (low
era the next best thing is a picture and
talk of them; if you do have ﬂowers a
paper will be of much interest and great
help.

I have for years welcomed the House-
hold and watched wrth satisfaction its
growth. Many times have thought I’d
like to give my testimony in favor of
this, or experience in that, but others can
write so much better I never have ventur<
ed before. I am interested in all topics.
My heart is in love with ﬂowers, I want
every heart to rejoice and every home be
made beautiful with the bright tokens of
our Father’s love. After the toil of the
day, when one feels too tired to think,
how restful t ) get out among the ﬂowers;
their sweet fragrance and the pure cool
air is certainly invigorating.

MRS. MARY E . HALL.
__..._____

A “BLUE ROOM.”

Luann: .

 

In response to Beatrix’s desire, “ If you
have made a pretty ornament write and
tell the Household about it,” I come to
tell how I made a very pretty rug. The
material is four pairs of old socks, cut
into pieces about an incn wide length.
wise of the sock. Ravel out the strips,
leaving enough room to sew upon the
foundation, which should be a piece of
strong carpet, or coarse canvass about a
foot and a half square. Now sew the
strips upon the foundation, taking care to
have the colors blend prettily, and you
have a pretty rug with no money outlay
at all. except perhaps for coloring.

As some have inquired about the cost
of furnishlng a bedroom, I will tell you
what I did last spring when I was clean-
ing house: The bedroom was already
furnished with bed. stand, carpet and
white cloth curtains on rollers. I like to
see everything in a room match; and fora
bedroom I like blue the best. I ﬁrst pa-
pered the room with paper in which there
was plenty of blue. I then took two
yards of blue paper cambric, cut in lam-
brequin shape, pinked round the bottom,
and put them over my white curtains. I
then took enough of the same cambric to
cover the stand, and edged it around with
lace. For my bed spreadI used an old
blue opera shawl, taking care that the
squares should come straight; the shame
I ruﬂiid, putting in the center ‘sweet-
in one, and “rest” in the other. The
“sweet rest ” is worked knotted stitch in
blue. Then my husband made me some
shelves in the corner, on which I put
lambrequins, pinked and feather stitched
with blue yarn. My rug I put at the side
of the bed.

I was very tired when I had ﬁnished
everything, but as I was surveying it my
husband came in and said, ”Well, little
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room look very nice;” my tired all left
me, and I was glad to know that I was
doing what I could to make our home

beautiful. BONNIE SCOTLAND.

Mason.
-—¢eo———-

A HOME MADE SCRAP-BOOK.

 

During the years I have been a reader
of the Household 'paper I have often cast
a wistful eye to the band, and felt like
asking them “ to open the ring and let an-
other in,” but a moment’s reﬂection upon
my own inability to furnish articles of
pleasure or proﬁt at all equal to the pens
already enlisted, would check my aspira—
tion until the next Household came. I
have glanced over every column and
wondered if I could do half as well as
they do, for I think they all do splendidly.

I will tell the ladies of the Household
how to make a scrap book either for their"
own pleasure or children, or to give to a
friend; these scrap~books are sources of
enjoyment to children who have been ill
and are getting stronger, and some of us
know crippled children or even grown
people who are shut in from busy life by
weakness or disease. We ought to try to
brighten these lives if we can. Gather to-
gether all the pictures you can, cut them
out neatly and carefully with smooth
edges; then there are the Christmas, New
Year and birthday cards, which nearly all
of us have. If you cannot afford to buy a
scrap-book, take paper muslin or common
glazed cambric; cut this into pieces ten
inches long and eight inches wide, three
or four pages will make a book large
enough to begin with. The cambric may
be all white, or any color you choose,
pink, blue, red, or a part of each. On
these pages paste the pictures neatly on
both sides, using your taste as to which
pictures look well together, and ﬁt them
nicely; the covers may be made of the
cambric neatly lined, but if you aim at
durability take light pasteboard covered
on both sides with cambric, and sewed
together over and over, or what is better
ﬁnish in button hole stitch with colored
worsted, then with the scissors make
holes through all and tie the covers and
pages together with a narrow ribbon or
twisted worsted. RHODA.

Bar-rm: CREEK.

 

RAILROAD “ RISING.”

 

Why does not Huldah Perkins make
the quick or railroad rising as it is called,
for her salt rising bread? I make it as
follows: Put three teaspoonfuls of can—
nelle or shorts, or cornmeal, into a teacup;
then on the tip of the spoon take a little
each of sugar, salt and saleratus; mix all
together, then add scalding or boiling
water until it is a thin paste; set in a
warm place and keep warm until it rises,
which will be in from six to twenty-four
hours according to the warmth of the
weather and the heat of the water used.
The hotter the water the longer it takes
to rise. I would say that the corn meal
does not rise like the shorts, it only be-
comes a little foamy. If your shorts or
cornmeal is sour, your using will be
sour. The next morning I make the salt

 

rising as usual, adding this quick rising,
and it is usually up in less than an hour.
For an ordinary baking I add to the sifted
ﬂour one tablespoonful each of sugar and
salt; sponge it and let rise; then mix the
loaves so soft that they stick to my ﬁngers
as I place them in the pan. Bake half or
three-quarters of an hour according to
size. This is nice bread for summer. In
the winter I frequently make hop yeast
bread, as it is sure to rise. LEONE.

Bre BEAVER.
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HOUSEHOLD - HINTS.

 

THE paper bags which come from the
grocer’s are very handy in many ways.
Their best use is perhaps to slip over the
cans of fruit like a cap; this keeps the
light away and keeps the color of the
fruit. A paper bag slipped over the
water pitcher will keep its contents cool,
and ice will melt more slowly if the
pitcher is thus covered.

 

AN omelet pan and a pancake griddle,
says an old cook, ought never to be
washed. Thoroughly rub the pan and
griddle after and before using, with a
clean, dry cloth. Of course these dishes,
if so handled, are never to be used for
any other purpose than omelets and pan-
cakes, and there will be no trouble with
either sticking to the pan or griddle.

 

Goon soups and gravies are never
greasy. The good cook never serves
a gravy on which a stratum of clear
fat is ﬂoating. Generally the soup or
gravy is permitted to get cool and the fat
removed in a solid cake; sometimes there
is not time for this. Then wet a cloth in
cold water and strain the soup or stock
through it. Every bit of grease will re-
main in the cloth.

 

REMEMBER that one of the very nicest,
if not the nicest, ways to prepare
pumpkin for pics is as follows: Cut the
pumpkin in half, put it in a dripping
pan. skin side down, (after the seeds are
removed) in a slow oven; bake until all
the good can be easily scraped from the
rind with aspoon; if it is as brown as
nicely baked bread, all the better; mash
ﬁnely, and to one quart add a quarter of a
pound of butter, while hot. Then make
up after your usual formula.

RUSKED bread and milk is a new d'sh,
very fashionable at city lunch tables, and
a great help to the housekeeper in dispos
ing of stale bread. But perhaps you do
not know what rusked bread is. It is
simply bread dried quickly in the oven
till it is a light wrown. then pounded till
about as ﬁne as rice. It is “just delicious”
with milk and berries, better than bread or
crackers; and we suspect might serve as
foundation for a delicious pudding to re—
place the usual “ bread pudding.”

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“' E. L. NYE’B Guardian ” makes the
“amende honorable” for her mistake in
crediting Bruneiille’s opinions to Beatrix.
No harm done, E. L.; Beatrix was not of-
fended, and Bruneﬁlle will not prove
implacable. ‘

 

F. E. W.—We will give directions for
crocheted shoulder cape next week.
——ow—-———
PANSY.——Letter forwarded as desired.
Let us hear from you in the Household.
-————.eo——

I. F. N. interrupts her series of letters ,

on care of the sick to give us her im-
pressions of Chautauqua in this issue,
but will continue her valuable hints on
nursing on her return to her heme, later.
’———OOO—————

“ STRANGER,” of Plainwell, advises a
trial of bread—making methods advoca-
ted in the Household heretofore. She says:
“I think that if Huldah Perkins will fol-
low the directions for salt-rising bread
given by S. M., in the Household of Ap-
ril 29th, 1884, she will have no trouble in
making good bread. I have made bread
in that way a number of years; can get it
baked for dinner, and raise it by a com-
mon cook stove.” -

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THE Editor takes the liberty to extract
the following bit of encouragement for
”the ladies who have so kindly furnished
recipes for the Household, froma private
letter received the other day. “ Only
two days ago one of my neighbors came
to me with a long face, complaining of
failure to secure good pickles. I went
down cellar and brought up samples of
mine made from directions in the House-
hold, with a feeling very much akin to
pride, and then loaned the two papers
containing recipes at her request.”

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Useful Recipes.

ernn Prensa—Equal parts of chopped
cabbage and green tomatoes. To eight quarts
of this mixture add one pint chopped onions,
one pint chopped green peppers, and one
quart of salt. Mix thoroughly and let stand
over night. In the morning drain until the
juice will drip no longer; then scald for ﬁve
minutes in good cider vinegar, pack into glass
cans, ﬁll up with hot vinegar and seal. This
will keep along time.

 

CHOW-CHOW. —-One—half peck ﬁnely chopped
green tomatoes; ﬁve white onions, chopped;
salt these 'over night; in the morning squeeze
as dry as possible; then add one small table-
spoonful of ground black pepper, one of ground
allspice, two of ground cloves, four of mustard,
one and a half tablespoonful of horseradish,
grated, six peppers sliced very ﬁnely, one-half
pint of white mustard seed. Mix and add one
quart of cold vinegar; then bottle.

 

CHILI Simon—Nine large, or 18 small, ripe
tomatoes, two Chili peppers, one large white
onion. Pare and] chop the tomatoes very ﬁne;
also chop the peppers and onions; then add
one tablespoonful of salt, two of sugar; one
teaspoonful each of ginger, cloves, cinnamon,

and one-half of allspice; one nutmeg, ated.
Boil twenty minutes; then add two sma cups
of vine ar; boil ten minutes longer; cool a
little; t en bottle and cork tightly.

 

TOMATO Carson—Half a bushel of tomatoes,
six onions, half a pound of sugar, one pound
of salt, quarter 1pound ground mustard, two
ounces ground c oves , two ounces black pep-
per, quarter ounce cayenne pe per, a handful
of each leaves. Boil all toget er two hours.
or onger if the tomatoes are very watery, and
just before taking from the ﬁre add one quart
cider vin ar. If it boils after the vinegar is
added it 11 turn dark. Pour through colan-
der; bottle and seal.

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