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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

PATIENCE.

 

Like a blind spinner in the sun.
I tread my days;
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways;
I know each day will bring its task.
And being blind. no more I ask.

I know not why, but I am sure
That tint and place.
In some great fabric to endure
Past time and race
My threads will have : so from the ﬁrst.
Though blind. I never felt accurst.
—Helen Hunt.

Art thou alone, and does thy sohl complain
It lives in vain?

Not vainly does he live who can endure.
0 be thou sure,

That he who hopes and suffers here, can earn
A sure return.

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STORIES AS A MODE OF THINKING.

It was my good fortune to listen to a
series of lectures delivered by Prof. R.
G. Moulton, professor of English Liter-
ature at the University of Chicago, be-
fore the University Extension class in
this city just prior to the holidays, on
“Stories as 3 Mode of Thinking.”
While it is impossible to synopsize such
a series (though the lectures were in
themselves outlines of themes opening
new worlds of thought and study for the
reader, as the artist’s sketches aﬁeld are
but the beginnings of pictures to be
elaborated into ﬁnished work later on)
there were some thoughts so excellent
that I am sure many HOUSEHOLD read-
ers will enjoy them, 6 mm in the second
telling. I have therefore written out
what I remember -of the lecture which
treated more particularly of the uses
and abuses of ﬁction. and will append a
resume of the second lecture on “Specul-
ation about Fairies,” in which the lec-
turer took the White Lady of Scott’s
Monastery as illustration.

A great many people, said Professor
Moulton. deprecate ﬁction. Many who
deprecate it in this ege would have ta~
booed it in the last. But if we depre-
cate or taboo it, we deprive ourselves of
the eﬁorts of some of the ﬁnest minds of
the world. The three greatest poets of
our age, Browning, Tennyson and Wil-

 

. liam Morris, have chosen ﬁction as a

nude of expression; so also those other

three great minds, George Eliot,

W and Dickens. And I confess
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Moulton named my own favorite Thack-
eray: before Dickens, who always has
seemed the most popular, though I
think Thackeray(whose delicate hu mor,
he said, is akin to that of Plato) is be-
coming,r better known and appreciated
more highly in consequence, Plato,
whom we have always regarded as the
great philosOpher, wrote entirely in
ﬁction; his dialogues, in which he puts
words and arguments upon the lips of
the great men of his own and the pre-
vious age, are purely ﬁctitious. One of
the oldest books extant,which has come
down to us through centuries, fEsop's
iables,is a collection of. incidents w lose
very ﬁctitiousness made them survive
the ages. And our Lord chose also a
form of ﬁction in which to'instruct his
disciples—-“And without a parable spake
he not unto them.” And what is a par-
able but a ﬁction?

Professor Moulton said the usual
advice to young people runs something
like this: "You have not much time for
reading and should make the best use
of what you have. Let me advise you
tolet ﬁction alone and conﬁne yourself
to that class of reading which, dealing
with facts,is of an improving character.”
He would give a diametrically opposite
impulse, and would say: “You have not
much time; improve it by becoming ac-
quainted with the broad world of ﬁction,
and leave to those who have leisure for
its study, the narrower circle or facts.”

Just here it occurs to me that this
advice applies with equal force to the
reading of history, which is always
advised as highly instructive. Certain-
ly a general knowledge of historical
facts is valuable; and a thorough know-
ledge oi the conditions and circum-
stances that make history is a life study.
But does not the mere reading of ordi-
nary historical details laden the mem-
ory with barren facts of no particular
moment? I ﬁnd éven so pepular and oft
commended record as Guizot’s History
of France a chronicle of wars, insurrec-
tions, murders, plots and counter-plots,
which I would not place in the hands of
ayoung person half as quickly as I would
a good story.

The lecturer went on to say that ﬁction
contains more truth than facts. a seem-
ing paradox he proved in this way:
Biography is conceded to be a very in-
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vital facts of his career, the sources oi
inspiration of his genius, the incidents
which guided his life and which are inc
teresting and valuable, but also a host
of irrelevant facts which make up nine»
tenths of the individual’s history To
get this one-tenth that is proﬁtable, we
must read the nine—tenths of irrelevancy
with which it is diluted. In ﬁction, all
these extraneous matters, all that is
foreign to the purpose of the story, is
left out. and only those things told. us
which go to work out the design

The great obj action to ﬁction in mosx
minds is that it is "made up.” We are
excited about imaginary wrongs and
griols. Why allow our emotions to be
played upon by a “made up” tale? But
the “made up” may be an epitome of
human life gathered from mar; y sour es
and harmonired into the po trayal of a
great principle or a great truth. The
experiments of scientists are “made up"
in that they do not represent the
elements, the acids and the gases,in the
form in which they occur in nature.
Yet we do not discredit them on that
account; in fact science has secured its
greatest impetus from experimentation,
it is thus facts are established. And
ﬁction is experiments with human lives.
Literature has been deﬁned as the
science ct life; and ﬁction is the experi
mental side of that science. In fact,
ﬁction is the type of humanity, while
biography is the fact of the individual...

Professor Moulton made a wide dis-
tinction between novel-reading and the
study of ﬁction. Of the former, he had
no good word to say; of the latter,it was
in effect the placing ourselves in sympat
thy and harmony with the best minds
of the literary world. And what do
you think he made the test between the
novel-reader and the student of ﬁction?
The number of times you can read 'a

book. The novel-reader reads once any"

is done. If the book is mentioned/he
says, “Oh, I’ve read that!” The student
of ﬁction reads twice, thrice, six, eight
times or more. One reads fer passingC
amusement, the other for the art of the
story. And the art divides itself in“

three lines, the background, dramatic?"

or otherwise; the character. and these-
tion. The plot is the application or

artistic handling to the sequence of“

events; the personages and the ﬁction
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discover these;thus we see how story em-
bodies and provokes thought on impor-
tant subjects. He alluded very amusingly
to those who read only for the plot,con-
sulting the last chapter in advance to
ﬁnd out “how it ends:” and spoke of our
idea of the word plot as meaning a mys-
tery, instancing Collins as an example
of the plot—novel writenwherc the mys-
tery is well maintained through three
volumes; and deﬁned plot as the bring~
ing design out of the chaos of incident.

The lecturer called attention to the
decay of reading in the present age.
People read the newspapers, the maga-
aimﬁhe reviews; they scan the columns
of the papers up and down, reading the
head-lines and liking best the papers
that give the most news in such form,
skimming through them and looking
for the next new event. Even an editor
would be surprised to know that his
paper was read seriously—and remem-
bered. And this habit of skimming is
destructive of the reading habit,that is.
reading for the beauty and style—the art
——of the author and for the true signi-
ﬁcance of what he has written, so that
the real charm of books is lost upon us
and we read only for the narrative.

And no teacher ever Spoke more truly.
The very abundance of reading matter
in this age is destroying the habit of
reading and making our heads like
sleves,into which a vast amount is pour-
ed, only to run out or be crowded out by
more, and still more.

BEATRIX.

—-———-.o.———-—-

A WOMAN’S EXPERIENCE.

I want to tell the discouraged ones
like A. G. S. some of my experience.
At the age of seventeen I went to live
not only with my mother-in-law but all
the sisters, brothers. cousins, neighbors
and all that pertained unto my
mother-in-law. I felt like Mr. Macaw-
ber. “the “eye of the world was upon
me.” I had not learned that excellent
practice of keeping my lips shut close,
so I used to have lots of sympathy and
many conﬁdential friends. I know now
that many were lying to me and the
rest were awfully tired of me, but my
heart ached just as A. G. S.’s does and
I am so sorry for her. But the weak
are always with us just like the poor,
and just think what a deprivation it is
never to be able to listen to the charm-
ing chat when the family gather round

{the ﬁreside and the new magazine is cut,
and never speak to any one except with
somuch trouble! Perhaps that broth-
er-in-law would like to talk over his
troubles just as we do. and how long the?
nights are to one all drawn out of shape
and suffering with that dreadful paral-
ysis. Suppose it had been one of those
bright children who are in school how
you would shrink if you felt the chill

, drawing near your heart and had to

have one of them to the mercy of the
world. Would i’t a mother like to

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his vow when he says, “Do not fear,
mother, I will care for him?”. Perhaps
it was so with A. G. S.’s husband, and
he feels terribly to think she has so
great a care, and yet does not say any-
thing about it because he is sensi-
tive. There are some things we do not
like to talk about even to our best
friends. A. G. S. says this cripple
cares so much about eating. Doesn’t she
know that about three~fourths of this
world care for but little else, and the
others are almost killing themselves to
outdo each other in cookery ? I would
like to be able to make a feast once a

car for just such lame. bait and blind,
for you see the strong ones are just eat-
ing every day.

The Spartans used to take all their
boys who were not likely to make good
feeders and ﬁghters and expose them
on Mount Taygetus. When they did
not die of exposure they were devour-
ed by wolves. The girls were served
in the same manner if they were not
strong enough for mothers, but ethat
practice is not consistent with our re-
ligion and we must take care of the
weak.

To read sometimes about the moth-
ers-in-law we might anticipate a hu-
mane law sometime that would work
like this : After a woman had got the
last child cared for (ﬁrst think of doing
the clothing, cooking and spanking for
a family of ten!) there would be an ex-
aminer appointed to see if she was old
enough to give place to the daughter-
in-law. If so she must be humanely
and quietly put to death! We hear but
little said about the father-in-law, so
we are to suppose he survives. What
this world needs today is evening up,
so that if one cannot do fancy work and
have things so reﬁned, her home can
be ﬁlled with choicest guests, such as
the charming Dickens, the tender
Whittier,and scores of great historians
I could name. It is coming, in the
great eagerness you see in people to
learn something to-day which will make
them better, so that if a man lose his

life in this world he is only ﬁnding his .

true life after all.

I expected to ﬁnish my education
even if I was married. I had just begun
teaching and to excel in music, which
I loved. I was the mother of three
children before I was twenty-one ; ﬁve
more have been added. I live on alarge
farm where almost everything is done,
have had almost all kinds of help, and
used to think I should die under so
much care, but I am alive. So is my
mother-in-law, halo and hearty at eigh-
ty-four. I have been disappointed too.
You see Mary was younger than I, yet

so much comfort for she was all I had ev-'

er hoped to be ; and she used togead to
me when I was tired, play and sing for
me; a poem was so much sweeter when
shared with her, and I pray that A. G.
S. will never feel as I did when I knew
that my darling was dead. How small
all the petty things looked when I

 

knew my child could never speak to me
again ! But I go often to a sacred spot,
and take a long curl of soft brown hair
from among my treasures, and then it
seems even death is a good; it weeds
from our hearts selﬁshness and sin; it
makes us love nature better: every-
thing beautiful seems connected with
even our loss, and you know the great-
est thing in.the world is love.
CECIL.

 

CLUB 3.

 

It is a long time since I have written
to the HOUSEHOLD. not from any lack
of interest, but perhaps the matter of
clubs has as much to do with it as any-
thing- Counting up on my ﬁngers I
ﬁnd that I must plead guilty to a mem-
bership in nine organizations. There
is not one to spare, but the one known
as the Monday Club stands among those
in which I am most interested. The
studies for this year are Egyptian his-
tory—the beginning of all history—and
one must indeed study it to understand
the all-absorbing interest that may be
awakened.

The Monday.Club is not a youthful
organization. Ten or twelve years ago
it was formed as a Chautauqua Circle.
After completing the course the mem-
bers studied Shakespeare for a few
years; then they were known as Tour-
ists, spending one whole winter in Lon-
don. Last year it was the Emerson
Club. but now a name has been selected
that signiﬁes nothing but the time of
meeting and that will abide whatever
studies are pursued. The programmes
are prepared and topics divided for‘
twenty-ﬁve meetin gs. and as one custom
of former years remains, that is to use
the last meeting of each month for
“current events,” the programmes will
last the eight months of the club year.

These current event evenings prove
very instructive, for then every mem-
ber has a part and they bring the latest
discoveries and appliances of science
and the choicest literature as their
themes, and these are interspersed with
choice music. _

For the regular work there are no
text books and when a subject is assign-
ed the members may search where they
choose, but no one ever fails, and the
information gained on some subjects is
surprising. Rawlinson’s Ancient Egypt
is good authority, then we search the
Encyclopaedia Britannica, Berkley’s
“Pharaohs,” the “Egyptian Princess;”
we sail with Miss Edwards in the Philae
“One Thousand Miles up the N lie.” we
study “Court Life” with Butler and
even read the “Pillar of Fire” and every
book we may ﬁnd that gives us knowl-
edge of Egyptian history, literature
and art. [Of course the Monday Club
has .not overlooked Georg Ebers
“Udarda” and the “Bride of theLNile.”
—ED.]

The President appoints a leader for
each evening who gives out} the
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twenty - ﬁve to thirty ladies and
but ﬁve or six topics for an even-
ing, the work is not heavy. Each takes
her choice in the matter of delivery,
Some prefer carefully written papers,
but many familiarize the subject 'and
relate the substance in their own lan-
guage We meet at the homes of the

_members and each reader or speaker

in turn takes her place in the space
between the double parlors so that all
hear and see. We are arranging to
have some public lectures on the sub-
ject by foreign talent. and altogether
the course is proving most delightful.
In glancing over the programme the
“hard names” seemed appalling, but
after a few evenings our tongues seem-
ed to adapt themselves to the pronun-
ciations so easily that we have no far-
ther trouble.

One wise arrangement seems to pre-
vail by common consent and that is that
not even “a cup of cold water” ls offer-
ed to a guest. One club of which I was
a member committed suicide by servmg
refreshments. At ﬁrst it was only bon-
bons, then one or two kinds of fruit. but
the spirit of rivalry was kindled and
every evening found the refreshments
more elaborately served until it became
too burdensome, and the society died of
gastronomy.

As a ﬁnale for the season we shall
probably go away to Nettleton’s Is-
land or some other romantic spot, as
heretofore, for a pic~nic; or invite our
husbands to a grand banquet, but for
the present we will attend strictly to
business and try to ﬁll our heads instead
of our stomachs.

A few days ago aneighbor said: “Ro-
meo is so quiet I really get lonesome
here.” and I thought—with good rea-
son—but replied that I had not found
it so; in fact I lived “in a perfect
whirl.” There are ﬁve good, well-
equipped churches here,but I never saw
her go to one of them for service, and
she does not know how a Sunday school
is managed. She has no ticket for the
lecture course and belongs to no society
that helps others or helps herself ; she
does not care to reai anything more
than the daily papers and has not a
child, a bird, a cat or even a plant
because they might “make dirt.”
Her husband spends most of his time
down town, and she spends her’s brush-
ing imaginary dust from her ﬁne fur-
niture. Who wouldn’t be lonely?

Bonito. EL. SEE.

A SADDENED LIFE.

 

I suppose Theopolus thinks Little
Nan a model wife because she builds the
ﬁres these cold mornings. No doubt
she is. but it seems to me that any hus-
band who loves his wife would himself
attend to that duty. Mine always does,
but I have a sick baby who often keeps
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taken sick when but three months old;
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could creep; and is now fourivears and
three months old and does not walk; his
teeth are decayed and gone, and he is
all the care a baby would be and more,
for he is so heavy I can hardly lift him.

We were invited to a Christmas
dinner, and though it was quite an effort
to go so far—twelve miles—we ﬁnally
decided we would go. I thought I would
try to leave care and trouble behind;
but on entering the dining-room I saw
a table set for the children. When they
were all seated I saw a vacant chair; I
looked round for my little boy and saw
he was still in the sitting-room. I went
for him, and when I saw those a year or
more younger than he who were able to
feed themselves, I felt hard and bitter
for a moment. I rose from that Christ-
mas dinner and resolutely put my trouble
under my feet. I was as gay as any of
the guests; I played a id sang and we all
sang together, but the reaction came
the next dav,and I was glad to go home.
I do not notice how different my boy is
from other children till I see him among
them, and then I see all my pleasure
has been mixed with pain. and I feel I
have been sorely afﬂicted. Sometimes
I resent it, try to be ﬁrm and bear it
with cold, calm indifference: sometimes
I am hard and cynical; then again with
God’s help I try endure it patientlv,and
feel that He knows best. And there is
always hOpe. What an inspiring word!
It holds more encouragement than any
other word in our language, and I often
think that were it not for hope, many
overburdened hearts would break.

A. G. S. and Honey Bee have my
deepest sympathy, as do all who are in
trouble. I fear I should not be willing
to tak: A. G. S. ’s burden. but she may
be glad that it is not one of her own
dear ones who is thus afil‘cted. two
have more than once had my heart set
on a new dress and had to do without it;
though I should not care to be a gay
butterﬂy of fashion. I should like to
have plenty of calico dresses that I
might always present a neat and respect-
able appearance and not be ashamed if
a neighbor calls unexpectedly. There
is one bright spot ahead—the hope of a
new house in the Spring, and I am en-
joying the anticipation.

MRS. A. DO.

W

TEE FASHIONS.

 

“Coming events cast their shadows
before.” Hence I make no apology for
introducmg the subject of fashions in
mid-winter, when we are glad to feel
“our warfare is accomplished” for three
months to come so far; as dressmakers
and milliners are concerned. But the
subject of fa hions is always interesting;
there is always a dress for some special
occasion on one’s mind, or the making
over of an old one is a rock ahead; and
too, mid-winter models are in a way
“feelers” put out by the modistes to test
the preferences of their patrons and get
an inkling of what it will be safe to offer
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You have all, I dare say, read about
the Empire dresses, seen the pictures
of the short-waisted, puff-sleeved, low-
throated gowns and despairingly sigh-
ed, saying, “Must we come to this!”
Well,no; at least not yet. Young ladies
and young matrons adopt the Empire
styles for evening and party wear in
to wn,having them made in crepe,China
silk. and rich brocade and velvet,so that
a swell ball-room looks a little as we
fancy Josephine’s court at the Tuilleries
may have appeared, but for ordinary
wear for every day people, waists are of
their usual length, the bell skirt stays
by us, and so does the military collar.
A concession to Empire styles is often
seen, however,in the very wide Empire
belt which gives—not a short-waisted '
effect but a short-waisted idea.
which is better. A breadth of soft
silk or wide peau de soie ribbon is allow-
ed to assume soft,irregular foldsaround
the waist, coming up almost to the bust.
ending in a sash bow and ends at the
back or fastening under a square bow
without ends at the left in the front.
Surplice folds, bretelles or soft puffs
compose the upper part of the corsage,
carrying out the Empire idea. On
young, trim ﬁgures the result- is quaint-
ly pretty. The elbow puff has been
shortened till it now comes midway the
upper arm; or the giqot or mutton-leg
sleeves are made very, very full at the
top and close-ﬁtting from wrist above
the elbow.

To remodel an old dress is not now a
difﬁcult task. Either velvet and silk
are stylishly used in combination with
wool goods. You have, say, a blue
camel’s hair gown you wish to renew.
You will buy plaid silk in which blue
of the tint of your material predomin-
ates. Of this you will make the puffs on
the sleeves, the wide wrinkled belt, the
stock collar described in the HOUSE-
HOLD last fall—which is a bias six inch
wide piece of silk laid softly on the usual
high collar—and if you choose, a very
narrow rufﬂe of the plaid silk to head a
ruffle of the goods on the skirt. Or you
may have a loose vest of the silk under
jacket fronts, using it also for sleeve
puffs and collar. Velvet may be em-
ployed, if you prefer, making collar,
puffs, and wide belt of it, and putting
three or ﬁve narrow bands around the
skirt. The lower part of the sleeves
may be velvet and the puﬁ’s of the wool
goods.

As if our woes were to be multiplied,
we are threatened with a revival of
1830 styles. Does any body remember
what women wore then ? Who has an
old fashion book that we may know what
we are coming to? Poke bonnets, for
one thing, caverns of straw lined with
tinted silks and adorned with great os-
trich feathers and immense bows.

The new skirts have gored front and
sides and very full backs pleated to
spread like a half opened fan, so hung.
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To get this effect, the back breadths
are usually half-lined with crinoline. I
am afraid the narrow foot trimmings
which were such artistic borders are to
be abandoned in favor of very much
wider rumes or ruches, some of which
are half a yard or more deep. But
these are only "indications,” it’s to be
hoped they will not be received with
favor.

Newcomb & Endicott put a. consign-
ment of new challis on sale the second
day of the new year. Rather “rushing
the season.” to be sure, but they were
so pretty it was pleasant to look at
them. Challis lend themselves admira-
bly to ﬂower patterns, they are so soft
and pliable, so the patterns are near-
ly all in ﬂower designs,bouquets of two or
three sprays, Dresden designs of scat-
tered sprigs; and many have the satin
stripes introduced last year as a novel-
ty. These sell at 85 cents; the plain
at 60 and 55 cents. One especially pret-
ty piece had a ground of apple green,
sprinkled with little bouquets in which
appeared the palest tint of pink, with a
lighter green and some white. It was
very pretty. Made one think of spring.

BEATRIX.

 

KEEP OUT OF DEBT.

 

Josh Billings says: “Never run into
debt, not if you can ﬁnd anything else
to run into. ”

I think this would be a good motto to
frame and hang in a conspicuous place
in the kitchen (for those who are in-
clined to fall into debt), and see if we
cannot, in the year just opening, econo-
mize in household expenses. -

There is plenty for one to come in
contact with without running into debt.
It is, however, in some cases, an un-
pleasant necessity, but-very unwise to
make a regular practice of “charging
it,” without thinking of “ pay-day,”
Which, when it comes, brings bills
always surprisingly large.

On every hand we see people living
on credit, putting 01f the day of reckon-
ing, and -when that day draws near
they have to make a desperate eﬂ'ort
either by borrowing or begging to scrape
the money together; and then struggle
on in the same routine; “ with the
canker of'care eating at their hearts, to
the inevitable goal of bankruptcy.”

If people would only get a “move on”
at the beginning instead of. the end,
how much misery they would save
themselves!

I have a perfect horror of debt, and
shun it as I would a pestilence.

When you are free from debt there is
a nourishing sweetness in cold water;
a toothsomeness in a bread crust; “ Be
sure of it. he who dines 'out of debt,
though his meal be a biscuit and an
onion, dines in 'the Apollo.’ ”

There is no necessity for running
“stare accounts.” Pay as you go. I
_ know people who live on what they ex-

post to earn next month, their pocket-

book is always empty, they are always
in debt; there’s the grocer’s bill, meat
bill, rent to pay and nothing to wear;
isn’t this enough to take the bloom
from the cheek, and peace from the
pillow?

One feels so free and independent
when out of debt; what matter should
there be a rent in your garment, a patch
on your coat. or a hole in your hat, as
long as there is money to invest in new.
How much worse off you would be if
you hadn’t the receipt for these in your
pocket. and as long as the latter is in
your possession you can face any man,
and not hear, on the contrary “that still
small voice” whispering, “I owe that
man,” and feel like a convict guilty of—
debt.

We are on the entrance of a new year,
and a good time to turn over a new leaf.
Do away with the account system and
pay as you go. Take out your pocket-
book, consider attentively the useful-
ness of your purchase. and in many
cases articles you really thought neces-
sary when you had things “charged,”
now that you pay “spot cash” you ﬁnd
you can very comfortable get along
Without. LITTLE NAN.

Mr. CLEMENS.

 

RELIGIOUS APHORISMS.

 

Not for a long time have we come upon
such pithy, to-the-point, witty and
apropos sayings as were embodied by
Rev. Wallace Radcliffe, of the Fort St.
Presbyterian Church in this city,in his
address on the occasion of the installa-
tion of the new minister of the West-
minister Presbyterian Church, also in
this city. Here are a few of them:

“Pew rents do not have summer va-
cations.”

“Salvation is free,
costs money.”

“Your minister is non Paul, but then
Westmihister church is not the San-
hedrim.”

“If the church is the army of the Lord
the trustees run the commissary depart—
ment.”

“Sunday sickness is healed only by
the unction from the Holy One.”

"Children cry for sweets when they
may need oil or the slipper—the same is
a parable.”

“A congregation as well as an indi-
vidual may have the dyspepsia.”

“The end of a sermon is only its be-
ginning.”

“Perfection is never in the pulpit,
and it is seldom in the pews.”

"The congregation is often tried with

but the Gospel

the pastor. The pastor is often tried
with the congregation. And these two
are equal.”

“Harvest does not come every two
months.”

“There are some things which even
the young people do not know.”
“When the sons of God come together
Satan always has a pew in the middle

 

“The front seat is stro igly built and
is not infected.”

“The patron saint of church collec-
tions is St. N ickel-us.”

“The benediction is not an oﬂciai
order for overcoats.”

“The rusty lock creaks loudest, and
the do-nothings make the most noise
in the church.”

“The croaker and the contentious one
we may endure, but the whispering wo-
man in man’s clothes who can stand?”

“It is the glory of God to conceal a
thing, but it is the reproach of His peo-
ple that they wash their linen upon the
house-tops.”

“Faithful are the wounds of a friend,
but that is no reason for sharpening the
tongue whenever the pastor appears.”

 

HONESTY writes: “ I have been
wondering whether Theopolus really
sighs for ‘the good old days,’ as he calls
them, or is simply trying to get up an
argument ? I, at least, am thankful
that we do not have to dip candles and
spin wool and ﬂax as our grandmothers
did; and in my thirty-eight years of
h0usekeeping have found I have plenty
to do with things as they are in modern
times. As for building the ﬁres—well,
if the wife always wore the trowsers
and carried the purse perhaps she
might be persuaded to build the ﬁres,
but as it has never been my lot to wear
the ﬁrst or even know thecontents of the
latter, I shall not decide the questiou.
One thing I do know, and that is that
many a man makes his wife a beggar
and athief. You may ask how, and
perhaps I may come again and tell
you.”

 

Useful Recipes.

 

Porno BALL Yawn—To one cupful of
mashed potatoes add two tablespoonfuls of
sugar and one of salt, one yeast cake soaked
in just enough water to soften, and mix well.
Set away until the day before you wish to
bake, then at noon take another cupful of
mashed potatoes, add the same amount of
salt and sugar, but not the yeast cake, and
mix well with the ﬁrst cupful you made.
Let it rise until night, and put one cnpful
in the sponge. saving the other cupful for
the next time. The sponge must be quite
thick; keep in a cool place in summer and
warm in winter. Mix the bread rather
hard.

 

BAKED SIFTED Porno—A nice way to
warm over mashel potato is to press it
through a “potato Sifter,” this leaves it very
light. It is well to grease the pan or baking--
dish, then sift the potato directly into it.
Lay bits of butter on top and bake to a dell-
cate brown. It makes a pretty dish for lunch
or breakfast.

 

SPIOED Luna—For a dainty dish of cold
meat. boil 8. leg of lamb in water enough to
cover, to which add a handful of cloves and
whole allspice and a stick or two of cinnam 11.
Let it stand in the water in which it was
boiled to become cold. Slice very thin.

 

aisle. ”

 

Bast can be cooked in the same style. .

  

 

 

