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DETROI‘I‘. NOV. 2 1889.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

EVENING THOUGHTS.

 

The day has gone, the shadows close
Around my place of rest;

And ere my eyelids seek repose,
Thy name, oh Lord, be blest.

At peace with all the world and thee,
The spirit takes its ﬂight,

To speak in accents, pure and free.
or all the heart's delight;

To lisp the glory of thy name.
Of all thy love has done

To lift the mind and thrill the frame
Of this thy h.lpless one.

And may thy guardian spirit hold
Me in thy strong embrace,

And may my visions ne‘er untold
Aught but thy shining facet

Oh, that my life might aye be strong,
A sacriﬁce might be;
My humble acts one endless song,
on God, to thee, to thee!
-—F. F. Buckner.

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IL TROVATORE .

There is no amusement I enjoy so much
as a good play or opera. “ Society” may
“have its receptions, its dinners and balls,
but I greatly prefer the theatre. It is
more satisfying and more pleasing—to me.
I could not help thinking of the great
change in popular ideas since the days of
the Puritans the other evening, as I scanned

the aud'ence assembled to see and hear the

Boston Ideals’ rendition of I l Trowtore,
and saw there men and women whom I
recognized as prominent “ pillars” of our

churches, and connected with every

branch of church work. I dare say that
not so very many years ago the church
member who dared enter a “ play house”
would have been read out of the congre-
gation with bell, book and candle. Man-
‘ners and customs change with the times.
I do not wonder that the old Puritans were

_ stern and harsh and cold, and frowned on

all merriment and gayety; they brought
very Calvinistic views of God’s mercy with
them across the water, and their pioneer
life was not calculated to ameliorate their
doctrines. A little handful on the shores
of a dark and unexplored continent;
around them the awful loneliness and
silence of the primeval forest, bearing
about with them the consciousness of their
own weakness and of the impossibility of
retreat, what wonder the “heavy-hearted
Puritan went trampling down the ﬂowers”
as his watchful eye searched every covert
for an unseen foe! Think of plowing with
a musket slung along the plow-beam, and
of stacking armsgin the church porch for

fear of a sudden attack by savages! Such
an attitude of constant watchfulness, such
sense of eternal peril and menace of death
could not fail to make men stern, guarded
and suspicious.

But I wanted to tell you something
about Verdi’s pretty opera, airs from which
your girls play on the piano and your boys
learn in their band practice. I l Trovatm'e,
translated, means “The Troubadour,”
Maurico, a part taken by the Chevalier
Scovel, who was once a resident of this
city. These Italian operas have little plot,
just enough to hang a succession of solos,
duets, trios and choruses upon; and the
knowledge one gets of the story must be
gained principally by the acting, since
though it is Italian opera in English, the
singing rivals that of a church choir in un-
intelligibility. But this opera is founded
upon a drama of the ﬁfteenth century.
Maurico, the troubadour, loves Leonora
and has a dangerous rival in the Count
di Luna. The curtain rose upon a chorus
of male voices, in which a young man
with a feather in his cap seemed laboring
to impress some truth upon the minds of
his fellow singers; next a duo between
Leonora and her attendant, Inez, in which
the former wearsacostume of ashes of roses
satin slashed with crimson velvet. Leonora’s
two lovers, Maurico and di Luna, occasion
her a great deal of anxiety; di Luna avows
his passion and threatens Maurico, who
appears at this point, clad ina complete
suit of chain armor—real or imitation—
“ which the wonder is how ever he got into
it,” and reproaches Leonora for her presum-
ed faithlessness, is reassured, turns the pr ow
of his brazen helmet upon di Luna and
would have carved him up in the most
scientiﬁc fashion of the period had not
Leonora interposed in a ﬁne soprano solo,
and ﬁnally thrown herself betwegn the two
and under their crossed swords, making a
very pretty tableau for the curtain to
descend upon.

One of the prettiest scenes is the gipsy
camp, where on the stage set to represent
a forest glade, with hills and a moun~
tain torrent in the background, the band
in their gay gipsy attire are disposed in
picturesque attitudes. A ﬁre burns in a
brazier suspended from the three crossed
sticks which have come to be the well-
known symbol of the gipsy kettle; and all
unite in a musical chorus to which four
stalwart men keep time on two anvils.
Azucena, the chief of the gipsies and sup-
posed mother of Maurico, reclines on a

 

.couch of furs; Maurico sits near by,

 

gloomy and sad; and occasionally, after
the approved fashion of lovers in opera,
“sighing like a furnace.” Azucena
watches him furtively, half in fear of his
unsocial mood, half is fond anxiety. At
length the band departs in search of food,
and Azucena addresses Manrico. Almost
unconsciously, as she recalls former days,
she reveals to him the secret of his birth,
and that he is the son of his rival’s brother,
who is thereby made his uncle; but he
swears vengeance upon those who wronged
himself and his mother, and starts right
out without a lunch or good bye, I suppose
because he did not desire to lose his appetite
for gore.

Leonora, in the next scene in which she
appears, wears awhite satin and brocade
bridal dress, with a lace veil, and is at-
tended by a bevy of white clad sisters or
nuns. Whether she is about to become
the bride of Heaven or Maurico I’m sure I
could not ﬁnd out from her vocal gymnas-
tics, which were wonderful as showing
wha‘. may be done with the human voice;
but it went to my economical heart to see
her magniﬁcent train dragged about over
that dirty matting, which is really a dis-
grace to the managers of the opera house.

Azucena is apprehended by a band of
soldiers, accused of being a witch or
sorceress, I fancy. This scene was intense
in its interest. She struggles in their
grasp, ﬂings them off with rude force,
begs, implores, threatens, all in vain; the
cords on her wrists are tightened, and still
struggling with all the passion imaginable
to the situation in act and voice, she is
borne away. I saw Scalchi in this role
once, some six or seven years ago. and the
memory of her dramatic energy and superb
vocalization remains with me yet; I can
still see her as she stood, disheveled by her
struggle with the soldiers, lifting her
chained hands and fairly shrieking her
anathemas in that magniﬁcent contralto of
hers.

Maurico, in ablue velvet and silver suit,
hears of what has befallen Azucena, and
the glow of the ﬁre in which they are
about to sacriﬁce her already shines into
the room where he is, but he lingers to
give the audience a charming air descrip-
tive of his ﬁrm determination to rescue her
at any peril to himself, until I am sure the
poor woman would have been badly
scorched had the scene been aught but the
mimicry of the stage. Then he is himself
put in prison through the agency of his
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with death. Leonora, in black velvet and
black lace, decolle‘e and en traine, bribes
a soldier to show her the tower where
Manrico is conﬁned; here she listens to the
music in the chapel where her lover re-
ceives the last rites before his execution,
and then pours out her love and longing in
a volume of melody. Manrico comes to
the barred window, and through it the
lovers exchange as they suppose a last fare-
well, one ofthe most beautiful and melo—
dious ducts in the whole opera, and which
won an encore. Di Luna now appears,
and Leonora vainly intercedes for her
lover’s life, which he at last promises to
spare if she will renounce Manrico and be.
come his wife. This, as a ﬁnal alternative,
she accepts, but while di Luna goes to re-
lease Manrico, she takes poison. In the
last act Manrico and Azucena are seen in
prison; the latter in an agony of apprehen-
sion and terror; every passing footfall she
fears is the approach of her accusers to
carry her to the stake; the burden of her
song is “They will burn me," Manrico
soothes her till at last she falls into a
troubled sleep, in which she tosses rests
lessly and mu ters “ They will burn me.”
Leonora ent . rs the prison and tells Manrico
he is free; at ﬁrst he is overjoyed; but as
he learns the price of his liberty he re-
proaches her as a traitress and spurns her.
Then she tells him what she has done,
and how foiled the conspirator, and dies in
his arms. The prison is ﬁred, and the
dead Leonora and the living Azucena, who
has swooned on realizing she is to burn in
prison instead of at the stake, are supposed
to be consumed in the ﬂames. Manrico
vanishes; in his grief at Leonora's death and
his purpose to square accounts with di
Luna, he forgets his mother‘s peril. We
do not have the conﬂagration, of course,
but red ﬁre seen through the barred win-
dows makes a sufﬁciently realistic scene.
loan that good acting where the be-
holder is so carried away by the represen-
tationas to forget that it 2's acting; where
the interest centres on the stage to the ex-
clusion of all surroundings, where the
music melts the heart, and the pathos of
the story may perchance dim the eye.
And judged by this standard, the Manrico
of Scovel, the Azucena of Von Doenoﬁ?
and the Leonora of Romcldi, are grand.
BEATRlX.

M“

CEEBOYGAN COUNTY.

In response to our Editor’s request for a
short description of our surroundings as
compared to my old home in Bridgewater,
I would say the contrast is great. There
the winter usually begins from No-
vember 10th to 201h; here we have snow
in October, there is a little on the ground to-
day—Oct. 22—fell last night, but will be
be gone in one hour, but the weather is
not very cold. Crops are nearly all gather-
ed, and such nice ones! Potatoes especially
turn out so well, no small ones to speak of.
Wheat was an excellent crop this season;
our neighbor just across the road raised as
ﬁne a ﬁeld of wheat as I ever saw in
Washtenaw County. Our oats looked
well but the rust prevented them from

 

maturing and giving a ﬁrst class crop.
Apples do well here; also all other fruits
except peaches. This is a natural plum
country; wild plums grow luxuriantly
about the woods in the soil best adapted to
them. Young apple trees hung full last
year, but the cold wave of New York State
seemed to take a westerly course and con-
sequently we have no apples here this year.

I am not a good band at describing
climate, crops, etc., but will do the best I
can. Our northern climate has been a sur-
prise to me so far. I expected to ﬁnd bitter
cold weather during the months of Decem-
ber and January, but with the exception
of a few days, our winter was not uncom~
fortable. To be sure we have a griat
quantity of that highly necessary article—
snow, though there was not much last
winter; usually the people tell us they have
from two to three feet, but as the roads are
opened there is little difﬁculty of getting
ayout to market. Last winter was an ex-
ception; there was just enough Snow to
make the ﬁnest sleighing imaginable. A
large gang of men with teams worked in
the woods all winter, not a moment lost on
account of snow or cold weather. And
now if any who chance to read this imper-
fect description of our northern land should
desire a home among kind-hearted people,
where there is plenty of hard work but a
good rich soil that responds readily to
proper treatment, here is a good place for
them. We need more settlers; one after
another comes, and the country is fast im~
proving. People here welcome the new
comer warmly, it will pay any home
seeker to come to Cheboygan County to
look around.

We are very proud of our little home.
Our cottage is small and inconvenient, we
intend to build the upright in the spring,
but we know it is not the house but the
heart of the inmates that is of the most im-
portance. Our little town of Wolverine is
situated in a valley. We have two dry
goods stores at present and three new stores
in process of building, one of which I un-
derstand is to be used for dry goods. We
have a drug store, two hardware and three
grocery stores; three ﬁne hotels and many
ﬁne residences, also the large veneering

. mill which employs quite a number of

hands; a saw mill; 3. beautiful little church

nestles beneath the brow of the hill; a good '

and stylish high school building, two
stories, nicely ﬁnished, offers the best of op-
portunity‘ for educational purposes; with-
al it is a nice little town. There are two
other ﬁne buildings which it is hoped in
good time when prohibition gains the day
may be ﬁlled with useful goods and some-
thing to make the people of Wolverine
better and more comfortable. We have a
large clearing west of us; an English com-
pany owns a section and is clearing and
improving it wonderfuly. The settlers are
very accommodating here, one has only to
ask for the loan of anything and they are
very welcome. I think a great deal of my
north woods neighbors; there is room for
many more, hundreds of acres and so
cheap. We always have plenty of the best

of wood; there are m things to make
life pleasant here. If we could only have

THE- HOUSEHOLD.

a few of the educated noble souls of old}.
Bridgewater, whose conversation furnisheda
food for thought that tends to elevate and
ennoble all whom they speak with, if we-
could have more such people how good

and content we would be! I always prized.

education but never did I realize its great;1
importance as I do now, and feel more-
gratitude towards my parents than ever
before. As for schools we have excellent~
advantages, now; as the pe0ple are not as

few in number the best of teachers of high

culture and reﬁnement are employed. My

husband is one of the ofﬁcers, also has the."
ofﬁce Polly claims is ﬁlled only by imbeciles

——pathmaster. The school building recent-

ly put up in this district is one of which
the people of old Bridgewater would be
justly proud.

I like it here very much in some respects.
We have some very kind, pleasant people,..
no community could have shown more re-
spect and kindness at the time of our great
bereavement last May.

I will be pleased to answer all inquiries
as to the good and bad conditions of a life
in this county. We like it, and think it
promises to become a ﬁne county. Land‘
is cheap and rich, roads good, and we are
near town. Letters addressed to Box 66%
will reach us. MAYBELLE.

Worvnnms.

 

AN OUTING.

After washing, ironing, baking, churning:
and mopping, just as the school bell rang:
for half past eight Wednesday morning,
Oct. 9th, I turned my face to the east,
equipped for a visit about twenty miles dis--
tant; resolved to leave all'care and work.
behind me, for at least three days.

The ﬁrst three miles I rode alone, then;
took up a companion, who was to ac-
company me on this visit. We drove over»
a good country, and stopped at noon at a
wayside inn to get refreshments for our-
selves and horses, but nothing of import-
ance occurred except being charged double-
price for our dinner; that settled the ques.
tion of patronizing that house on our re-»
turn trip.

At two o'clock we started on and reached
our destination about sundown, where we ,.
met a warm welcome from our friends.
Between the two small villages, adistance'
of seven miles, we saw only one team on the-
road.

As this county was building a new
county house, and an acquaintance of mine
was boarding the hands, and it was only a
short dr‘ve, I proposed we all drive over
and view the prospect, so we started out
over a beautiful level country with smooth.
hard roads. I was sorry to ﬁnd one of the
ladies who kept the boarding house sick
with rheumatism; however one of them
volunteered to show us around. The farm
contains about 200 acres of ﬁne farming
land, witha large brick structure nearly
completed, provided with all modern im-_—
provements at a cost of about $20,000.,
There were twenty-two persons who ap-

peared to be comfortably situated in the-
old home. As we were looking around we.

 

saw a mulatto woman wandering to and.
fro in the orc hard, with apples in herapronp

 

 

 


 

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD.

constantly talking; she said as we passed
her, “ They will not let you stay here.
They make big loaves down there, but you
will not get any.” We were told this in-
mate would wash dishes and assist in other
work quite nicely when asked by the
matron. One old lady sat by the window
apparently doing the weekly darning; in
the kitchen we saw a large tray that I
should think would hold two bushels that
was used for mixing bread. At one side
of the new house was a beautiful grove,
looking so pleasant and inviting that we
drove down to the lower end, and there we
saw a small lot enclosed by a picket fence,
the paupers’ burial lot; the graves were
marked by a plain slab, but I think per-
haps they rest just as peacefully as though
sleeping under costly monuments. Here
we saw ﬁve or six great, noble, sleek look-
in g cows being driven up from the pasture.
Taken all together, everything looked so
nice and clean that I expressed a wish to
stay, but supposed they would not take me
in that county, the elderly gentleman of
our party remarked that some reform in
my conduct was needed ﬁrst. With a
look at the pigs and chickens we wended
our way out at the white gate.

As the next day was the time set for my
companion on the way over, with her hus-
band and son, to leave us, we all drove to
Kalamazoo, nine miles distant. After the
horses were taken care of we had our din-
ner, then went to the Central depot, and as
the train came up bade them good bye, to
meet again, when, were, and under what
circumstances, the good Father only
knows. After loitering around town a
short time, and buying a bit of ribbon,
Puss and I jogged quietly homeward over
a dry, dusty road, where the effects of the
drouth was seen in the diminished streams
and the pale looking wheat ﬁelds, reaching
home at seven P. M. A nice shower fell the
next morning. BESS.

u—Q'.—_

TALK ABOUT SUCH THINGS.

 

The spirit moves me to venture a few re-
marks on the subject introduced by Jan-
nette; a subject of universal importance.
But it strikes me she is ambitious, if bash-
ful. Ah! there’s the rub; to forget self.

If any one should call on me with the

appearance that J annette imaginatively
' frightened herself with, I th‘nk no one
need be at loss for a subject to commence
with. I should certainly have a great
anxiety to know “what the matter was”
with her feet, or their handles.

Courage, J annette; I have visited the
Editor woman often, she is not at all for-
midable and you would be at no loss for
topics of conversation.

What a blessing the weather is to the
general genus homol It acts as an open
sesame to many who are neither shy, sen-
sitive or ignorant. It may open the door
to other topics, and not be “ stupid.” A
remark may not be a platitude, an allusion
to some recent change or present condition
may lead to some remark on the charming
appearance of the clouds, or some beautiful
bit of autumn scenery. If people are con-
genial, you are away discussing paintings,

 

books, etc., if not people. and a grand time
results. Very shy persons, very sensitive
ones and egotists, are, I think, usually the
most difﬁcult to get on with in conversa-
tion, whether they are the entertainers or
the entertained.

Shy people are usually diﬂident, lack
conﬁdence in themselves, and are too much
afraid of saying the wrong thing to say
anything; the sensitive are watchin :, ner-
vously afraid “something is meant agin
them,” and the egotists want to say it all,
or have their high opinion of themselves
bolstered by the toadying phrases of the
other.

Another type hard to manage is the
absent-minded persm, the one for whom
one has to ﬁnd the “tongue and ears,” also.

The “art of conversation” is a gift to
many; the art of “prattling” toamuch
larger number. How useful, and yet how
exasperating is the person who will maun-
der on without rhyme or reason, babbling
like a little brook, and with about as much
sense!

I hardly think it an art that can be
“taught.” It can be acquired. Persever-
ing practice is the key to success. Of
course brains and intelligent understand-
ing of general topics must be the basis.
Close attention to what is under discussion,
an interested manner, a readiness to con-
fess a want of knowledge if one lacks it, an
intelligent question, an apt remark, are
often quite as much aid in conversation as
a ﬂow of words. With elderly people,
allusion to matters pertaining to their
earlier days will often start amost inter-
esting and instructive conversation. With
children what you will, so long as you do
it with your might. They want things
lively, and fun. art, science, or gossip will
be welcome, if it is ﬁtted to their capacity
and dished up with vim. Let the book-
worm and the politician talk to you; if
your washwoman is like mine she will
spare you all trouble of looking up topics;
interest your city cousin in your country
life and surroundings.

Our own affairs and those of our friends
have points that deal in gensralities to
all persons interesting; novels, authors,
science, morality and religion, have their
time and place for discussion. To have our
wits about us, to be genial, sympathetic,
interested and tactful; observing of sur.
roundings to suggest the ﬁrst words, will
generally ﬁll the bill. To accustom our-
selves to talk freely of whatever is found
of interest; in daily happenings, in chance
reading, in aword in‘ conversation, all these
furnish safe topics, and practice makes
them ready.

A young man, ambitious to become a
public speaker, applied to a popular orator
for “points.” “ Speak on all proper
occasions that offer, and do your best. In-
form yourself on all topics, that you can,

and be ready to speak on them.” This was
his lesson, and this is like unto it: Con-
verse and conversation results. “ Say

something, if it isn’t cunning,” said a little
girl of my acquaintance to her silent friend.
A laugh drove away the shyness, and they
were soon very merry.

I am very fond of gossip—save the

 

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mark—but scandal is my detestation. I'
thoroughly enjoy an hour with a lady who .
tells me in a spicy way of her household:
happenings and doings, of the kind words-
spoken and kindly acts performed, and I
like to repeat to friends the kind things I .
hear said of them. Who said, stop?

IxoLEsmn. A. L. L.
——e-9o————

AN OLD FRIEND BUT A NEW CON-w
TRIBUTOR.

I believe the old saying runs thus: ‘
“ Nothing venture, nothing gain,” and so I
thought as I perused our spicy little sheet
this evening; and I resolved to proﬁt by the
above and venture just a little; hoping '
this will meet with favor from our kind.
Editor I thus proceed.

I am doubly interested in Simon’s Wife,
and how many there are of us who have-
just her experience, at least in part. As
none of the readers have told her what to-
do for the lice that inhabit her small tur-
keys Iwill do so. If she will take salty
butter, 9. little soft, catch the young tur-
keys, rub this around their eyes, on top 01"
their heads and under their wings; but the-
most particular place is on top of the
wings under the tuft of feathers that covers
the quills of the large feathers of the
wing, beginning when they are a week old
and continuing twice a week until six
weeks old, I do not think they will die
from that cause; at least I never have any
that do.

I would say to Jannette that I cannot.
sympathize with her as regards her awe
for Beatrix, for it seems as if I am just as.
well acquainted with her as though she
were an old and tried friend, I almost be-
lieve I should “talk her arm oﬁ ” if I had
an opportunity; my other half says I am -
equal to the emergency, which I would not
have you believe. Now about our con-
versation, I do feel so sorry for a person
who lives in this enlightened age when
newspapers, books and magazines are so
easily obtained and can ﬁnd nothing bet-
ter to talk about than himself or his neigh-
bor. We get news from all parts of the
world in our papers; in our magazines we
ﬁnd articles upon history, music, art,
science, etc.; if we have none of theseat our
disposal it is good to exchange ideas upon
work of different sorts, if not upon house-

work why perhaps upon church work; for
goodness knows there is need enough for
such ideas as well as downright work.

And now, with the exception of sending
what I call a good recipe for lemon pie to:
Snip, I will bid you all good night.

A FRAUD.

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iCONOMY OF LABOR IN THE HOUSE-
HOLD.

 

’{Read before the Liberty Farmers‘ Clu", Oct.5,
by Mrs. El a Wet erby.]

This is a subject which should interest
«every housekeeper, old or young; how we
can perform our household duties with
least labor, and by so doing gain some
time that we ran call our own, to devote to
"visiting, reading, study, fancy work, or to
whatever our tastes and inclinations lead
ms.

I suppose foremost among the means of
‘saving labor are labor saving machines, and
there are many for the house as well as the
farm. Those ladies who possess the most
-of these machines ﬁnd the most time to
work green dogs on blue cushions to be-
queath to posterity as samples of their
handiwork (rich legacies, them). But let
me tell you what my labor saving machines

«consist of: A. sewing machine, cistern
pump, and clothes-pin bag. Now some of
; you, the men especially, will want to know
what kind of machine the latter is. Well,
-it is made of good strong cloth, just like
a planting bag, only on a larger scale, and
'ladies, if you have never tried one, do So.
I ﬁnd it a great invention; saves time and
labor, and is much handier than holding
two or three clothes-pins in my mouth
while I hang up a garment. Now some
one wants to remark on the size of my
mouth, but don’t, please. Most of the ladies
know how handy a woman ﬁnds her mouth
many times. I suppose some of the men
think they do too, and wish we would keep
clothes pins in them more of the time.

A kitchen implement which is a saving
—of time and labor and conducive to good
nature is a sharp butcher-knife. I was re-
minded of this by my own experience the
other day. Now I know a great many
husbands are so careful of their wives
that they never sharpen the knives for fear
they will get cu‘; but never mind, sharpen
them yourselves and run the risk. I can
tell you it is economy of labor, and I can
prove it. The other day I had a chicken
to dissect. I knew that knife was dull (for
1 have one of those careful husbands), but
was in a hurry and thought I would not
spend time to sharpen it (economizing
time you see), so I went to work and I
sawed and pulled and pulled and sawed;
after spending as much again time as I
should, I got it in pieces. And it was in
pieces sure enough; see the time, labor and
patience thrown away, all for want of a
:sharp knife! I might have had time to
read a good love story that day if I had had
asharp knife—or no chicken. I tell this
‘for others to proﬁt by; it has a moral, you
:see.

Among the many labor~saving machines
:a‘re found the washing machine, patent
churn, carpet sweepers, dishwashers and
hosts of others. I can’t advertise them, for
I never tried them, but I do think of all the
machines for turning out labor a good
smart woman beats them all, and there’s
no patent on her either. She ought to
“vote, she wants to vote, she shall vote. and

_, vote for less labor and higher wages.
* A good way to economize labOr is to put

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less furbelows on our own and the chil~
dren‘s clothes, and thus spend less time at
the ironing board. I have—yes, I actually
have—slept, and slept well, too, on sheets
that were not ironed at all! When dry
take from the line, fold nicely, snap them
out, and I warrant you just as good a
night's rest on them as though they had
been through the :ressing process. Better
press less and rest more, for more press
means " so tired,” and “so tired ” means as
a general thing hasty words and sour looks.
Better gain the rest and give our family
kind words and pleasant looks; they will
be dearer to their memory in years to 0 )me
than ﬁnely laundried linen. I have heard
girls tell of spending two or three hours
ironing a white dress. The foolishness of
it! Better been cultivating their minds,
pulling out the weeds and sowing new
seed which would bear rich fruit, if not in
this in other generations.

Then let us have plainer food which will
take less time and labor to p epare, and
save our children from becoming dyspep-
tics. See how little time and labor the
housekeepers of long ago spent on their
cookery, and where do we to day ﬁnd as
healthy a people as they were. By having
a place for everything and everything in
its place, I will venture to say an hour
will be gained every day. I knew a lady
whose house was generally pretty well
“stirred up,” especially her pantry. Ask
her for an article for kitchen use, she
would go in the pantry, stand and look
around and say “Well now, let me see; I
thought I put it in such a place,” but
several minutes would be spent in searching
for it, minutes which might have been
gained for rest.

One might quote any number of old say-
ings, which if acted upon would save
much labor, patience and time. “ A stitch
in time saves nine.” We all know that to
be true, for we can mend a small rent in
much less time than we can a large one.
“Haste makes waste,” “More haste, less
speed,” and so on. Act upon them all and
leisure will be yours.

But there are many poor tired mothers,
with large families to care for; mothers
who hunger for mental food, but no
economy Of labor seems to bring them the
coveted time for feeding the mind. With
no labor saving machines, and no means for
hiring help. how can they ﬁnd time for
even the much needed rest? Are there
any such near us? We who ﬁnd time for
pleasure, then instead of working green
dogs let’s try and lift some burden from a
tired mother’s shoulder, and we may count
our time we‘ll spent.

Well, I am like a great many public
speakers, I don’t practice what I preach.
I preach for others to practice, for I never
could learn to act on the homely old saying
of “letting my head save my heels,” and
so I keep on treading around, taking two
steps where one would do; but I will say in
conclusion, ladies, economize all you can;
and there are many ways; but if you use
your spare time in fretting and talking
about your neighbors, better do as I do,
kc ep treading.

 

ONE OF THE GIRLS

Ihave just begun the third year of the
Chautauqua course, and if any of the
HOUSEHOLD readers are taking the course,
would like to hear from them on the sub-
ject. I think it is grand.

I am one of “ the girls” for whom Minnie
Whiting was inquiring, and if Beatrix’s
fashion notes have been as much help to
her as they have to me, I am sure she feels
as thankful as I do that we have some one
to whom we can apply for information.

We tried the “ Liberty Salad ” that was
mentioned in the HOUSEHOLD some time
ago, and found it quite a success. If any
one has any more new ideas in that line,
please give us the beneﬁt of them. We
are obliged to tax our brains severely at
times to provide some new entertainment
for our lodge “ socials,” and catch at new
ideas as a drowning man does at straws.

EMERALD .
——..‘——

ABOUT Alumna—Snip wishes to know
how white aprons should be made. The
ladies whom I know who wear them—and
they seem quite popular among the house-
keepers—have them made quite long,
wide enough to protect the sides of the
dress, yet not very full—that is, they are
not gathered very full to the belt. The
favorite decoration seems to be lace and
insertion, set across the bottom, witha hem

between. —-B .
———.o.-—

A GOOD many of our best housekeepers
seem to prefer to mix cream-of—tartar and
soda in the Old way, rather than use baking
powders, on account of want of uniformity
in their strength and the adulterations that
are practiced. If the cream-of-tartar is
pure and the measuring exact, this is un-
doubtedly the best way. The careless,
unexaet housekeeper will always get better
results from baking powders, because a
quarter of a spoonful more or less will do
no harm. Dr. Wiley says there is no need
to be alarmed at any injury to health from
the use of baking powders, though the
current belief that the chemical agents used
in their manufacture are expelled in the
baking. is an error.

‘——-«.—._.
Contributed Recipes.

MARBLE CAKE—Light Part: Ore and a
half cups white sugar; half cup butter; half
cup sweet milk; two and a half cups ﬂmr;
whites or four eggs; two teaspo Jnfuis baking
powder. Flavor with vanilla. Dark Part:
One cup brown sugar; half cup butter: half
cup molasses; half cup sweet milk: half cup
chopped rais'ns; two and a half cups ﬂour:
two teaspoonfuls baking powder: yolks of
four eggs; one teaspoonfui of cloves.
allspice and cinnamon. When both are pre-
pared, drop a small spoonful of each in alter-
nate " spots ” in a well greased cake tin. The
above is sufﬁcient for two large cakes.

WACOUSTA. LAUREL VANE.

 

LEMON Put—The juice and grated peel of
one lemon; one cup sugar; one cup cold wa-
ter: one heaping teaspoonful cornstarch: one
tablespoonful melted butter; three eggs. re-
serving the whites of two for the meringue.

Beat the eggs thoroughly, add the sugar, beat
again. add the other ingredients. and beat all
thoroughly together. Bake to the consistency
of a thick custard. A FRAUD.

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

DETROIT, NOV. 9. 1889.

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE MOTHE/a’JN-LA W IN REAL LIFE.

 

Who was it. when I wed my wife,

Wished me a long and happy life

From trouble free. unvexed by strife?
My mother-in-law.

Who was it taught my wife to bake
‘A loaf of bread or fancy cake
And appetisin g dishes make?

My mother-ln-law.

W no gave us counsel when we went

Housekeeping money freely spent

(in things for use and ornament?
My mother-in-law.

Who taught my wife to take delight

in making all around her bright,

And meet me with a smile at night?
M y mother-'in-law.

Who was it when my wife was ill
,‘csestowed upon her care and skill
And saved me a nurse's biil?

My m )tber in-law.

Who then my little ones prepared
Each morn for school who for them cared
and all their li tle sorrows shared?

My mother-i .l-law.

Who was it when their prayers were said.

So snugly tucked themi :to bel

And, till they slept, beside them staid?
My mother- 11 law.

Who of my clothing' then took care!

'Who overlooked my underwear

and kept each garment in repair?
My mother-in-law.

Who com as the ﬁrst to sooth my woes":

Wno loves my friends and hates my toes?

Who buys my children lots of cl )thes?
My mother-in-law.

‘Wno oft tome her aid has lent

To buy the coal and pay the rent?

Who'd gladly see me President?
My mother-in-law.

A loving grandmother is shc.
A generous friend she‘s been to me.
For ever honored let her be,
My mother-ln-law.
Basia/e Cow-hr.

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OBSERVATIONS.

 

The elder-down or Jersey flannel, as it

' is variously called, which sells at from 50

to 65 cents per yard, 27 inches wide, makes
warm, cheap and pretty cloaks for young

children. It. is nearly always striped,

black and red, brown and red, pale blue
and white, or pink and white or grey, and
is very soft and warm looking. It should
be lined when made up in little cloaks, but
requires no wadding unless for greater
warmth a sheet of the glazed cotton is put
between outside and lining in the plain
round waist. The same material makes

 

warm and comfortable underskirts for
ladies' or children’s wear.

French ﬂannels in stripes of two colors,

7 inches wide, at 50 and 65 cents a yard,
are popular for morning wrappers, and
often made up as tea-gowns with fronts of
surah or plain cashmere of the color of one
of the stripes. There are revers turning
back from the full fronts, and these are
cut so that the stripes run toward the
waist line, giving a slender effect.

It is well to know that velvet sleeves are
made for many dresses which are trimmed
with that material. There are velvet
revers, cuffs, collar, panel in the skirt if de-
sired, and velvet sleeves. This helps out
in remodeling an old dress especially.
Velvet sleeves are also seen in jackets and
cloaks, but are not as pretty as in dresses.

Velvet ribbon is a fashionable trimming
this winter. It is put on in rows round
the bottom of the skirt, across the bottom
of the Directorie polon rises. borders
panels, and is arranged perpendicularly as
stripes on corsages. A very striking cos—
tume seen here had the front of the skirt
laid in wide kilt pleats turning toward the
front, where they met. Down every pleat
was a row of two inch black velvet, set on
not quite an inch from the edge of the
pleat, the end at the bottom being turned
under to make a loop. The next pleat
folded partly over the velvet, narrowing
toward the waist. The effect was quite
pretty and novel.

Plush has quite gone out of favor, and
velvet has its “innings” now. Velvet
brocades are again in style, in combi-
nations with silk and velvet for dresses and
mantles.

Fringes-the sewing silk fringes of forty
years ago—are again popular. They are
very rich and heavy, and costly, ranging
from $1.25, $1.50, $2 and $2.50 per yard
up to $6 and $8 The $1.50 and $2 are
used most for ﬁnishing the ends of sashes,
trimming mantles and dresses. There are
pieces designed lor the fronts of dresses,
with V-shaped netted headings from which
fall strands of silk three feet long; these
are from $9 to $15, and I heartily agreed
with the salesman who directed my atten-
tion to them and who said he’d " look at
ﬁfteen dollars a long time before he would
exchange that sum for one of ‘those
thmgs.’ ” But then, he was not a woman.

Faille Francaise and peau de soie are the
most popular silks just now. The former
is a heavy rep silk and has been popular
for some time. Its worst fault is the
proclivity to wear shiny; but this, sales-

 

men at various silk counters have assured
me, is something all silks will do. The
peau de soie is a revival of the old fasnioned
goods known to a former generation as
padusoy; it is a lovely soft, lustrous goods,
and 23 inches wide, is sold at from $1.15
to $1 25 and $1.33 per yard. One of its
best qualities is its “ non mussability”—t0
coin a word. I saw a dress of this material
taken from close packing in a small valise,
well shaken, hung up, and when wanted to
wear there was no; a wrinkle in it. The
salesman who showed me some patterns
the other day twisted it as awashwoman
would wring a sheet and it snapped out
again as lustrous and smooth as ever.

The leg o’mutton sleeve is one of the
most popular shapes this year. It is
gathered into the armhole so as to stand
up around the top of the shoulder. The
shirt sleeve has a deep plain cuff, and is
gathered slightly to the cuff and also to
the armhole. Another model has the
upper half of the sleeve gathered to the
under part, to make horizontal wrinkles
around the arm.

()ne of the prettiest cloaks I have seen
for a girl of twelve was of dark green
cloth with seal brown stripes half an inch
wide occurring at intervals of about four
inches. It was made at home, too. There
was a plain long waist, without seams in
the back or front, but shaped to ﬁt loosely
by the under arm seams. This part was
lined. and to it was gathered the straight
skirt, made just full enough to hang well,
and sewed in with a cord as large as a
small slate pencil covered with the goods.
A cape which seemed to be a straight piece
of the material gathered to the neck and
shaped around the shoulders, came half
the length to the elbow, and was trimmed
with a bias band of green velvet; the cape
had square corners in front. There was a
standing collar of velvet, and a green satin
bow and ends at the throat.

Black lace dresses are as fashionable as
ever and will be much worn this winter for
evening dress. Young and old ladies wear
them. There seems a return to the use of
lace for front drapery, with silk back
breadths, instead of making the entire
dress of lace.

One of the Paris “Exposition dresses”
brought back by a Detroit lady is of velvet
and brocade. There is in front two for-
ward turing pleats of velvet, meeting in the
centre, and widening toward the bottom.
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at the top under a passementerie ornament,
the other. on the other side, makes a loose
puff at the top. The back is a width of
the brocade set in between these velvet
sections, and is not over an eighth of an
inch wide at the top, ﬂaring, fan fashion,
to the foot. The entire skirt is lined with
black silk, so that not a seam shows, and
the bottom is ﬁnished with a doubled vel-
vet pleating, inside of which is a double
ruche of pinked silk. The basque is velv
vet, very short over the hips, with the
back out in long rounded points; an Em-
pire girdle of velvet crosses the brocade
front, with narrow sash pointed at the ends
and ﬁnished with a passementerie tassel.
Sleeves of velvet, full, with deep cuffs.
BEATRIX.

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MY EXPERIENCE WITH MORNING
CALLERS.

One Friday morning about ten o’clock I
was busily engaged doing my weekly
sweeping; not that I wish to have it under-
stood that I sweep but once a week, but a
general and thorough job at moving fur-
niture and making a more complete reno-
vation than upon other days of the week,
when a voice at the foot of the stairs
called out “ Are you up stairs? I rapped
several times and couldn’t make you hear,
so I came right in; I thought perhaps you
were up stairs.” I recognized the voice as
belonging to one of my neighbors who,
often drops in, with or without her work
to sit and chat a While. “ Yes,” I replied,
coming to the head of the stairs, “ I am
sweeping, just step up stairs where we can
chat, and at the same time I can keep on
with my work, it’s sweeping day you
know,” I added apologetically, “ and
where there is only one pair of hands, every
moment must be improved if one gets
through before dinner time.” I gave her
an easy chair in one corner of the room, as
much as possible out of the dust, and
while she commenced with “ I just ran in
to see” etc., I ﬁnished my sweeping; then
while the dust was settling, or being car-
ried out through the open windows I made
the bed, also the one in the adjoining
room, then dusted and tidied the room,
and all this without seriously interrupting
the conversation. The consequence was
that by the time the chamber work was
ﬁnished and we had returned to the sitting
room her errand was accomplished, and
after a few minutes’ further chat, in which
time I was preparing the potatoes for din-
ner, she took her leave, without having
hindered me a moment in my work.

Of course it would not always be practic.
able to manage in this way, but by a little
judicious planning. work of one kind or
another may nearly always be carried on
during these morning calls, which from
the very fact of being so perfectly uncere-
monious give one an opportunity for doing
as one would not' feel at liberty to do
during an afternoon call. Had it been
biking day my friend would have been in-
vited to take a seat in the kitchen in a com-
fortable chair where her presence would
not have been the slightest hindrance to

my work. Had she happened in on a
Monday, I should have said “ Now won’t
you take this chair out here in thewash
rooms where we can chat, and at the same
time I can keep on with my washing, as I
always like to get it out of the way before
it is time to get dinner.” These morning
callers who drop in unceremoniously do
not wish to interfere with our work, and I
am sure would be far better pleased to be
thus entertained than to feel that they were
keeping us from necessary duties.

FLINT. ELLA R. WOOD.

 

AIDS TO CONVERSATION.

 

After an absence of about three years (if
I remember correctly). I again attempt an
entrance to our HOUSEHOLD. I have been
compelled through continued ill health to
give up almost entirely an attendance upon
the several societies with which I have been
so pleasantly associated, and to likewise
lay aside the pen. However, my interest
and attention have not been in the least
diverted from the HOUSEHOLD during my
silence. And though I cherish no thought
of remembrance by its readers, I have a
hope that I have not been wholly forgotten
by Beatrix. During a month’s stay in De-
troit last June, I resolved again and again
to call upon her. The failure to carry out
my intentions was not occasioned by a
mind picture similar to Jannette’s—not-
withstanding there may have been need of
it—but of the reverse. I could muster no
thought only of pleasantness. I aim not to
discuss or philosophize on this occasion of
my coming, but I do want to say that if
culture and opportunities for reﬁnement
have not been ours to make use of, or if
ours, they have been neglected, then we
cannot hope to converse as intelligently and
well as the favored ones. Methinks it is
useless to expect, or try to main'ain an
equal power of usefulness in any relation
of life unless we are timely and properly
ﬁtted for it. Now, where is the power by
which we may overcome diﬂidence in con—
versation and timidi'y of action in the
presence of those whom we know to be
superior and good conversationalists? One
great essential is to store the mind with the
best ideas we can acquire, whatever posi-
tion in life we may till; then I know no
better or surer aid than in that daily life
and practice, to allow no impure thought
or desire to hold possession of the mind,
and to be ever vigilant as to the manner
and expression of the thoughts we utter.
Thus the way is surely opened to improve-
ment in individual character and training.
Be courteous from simplicity of heart, and
honest in purpose, with the sincere desire
to be earnest and true. As Beatrix quotes:
“ Verily, courtesy is the sister of charity
who banishes hated and cherishes love.”

With our faces hopefully turned toward
the broadening light of continued effort
in the right direction, we may not my
ho pe to kindly and unmistakably ﬁnd true
courtesy and friendship, even from those
who are intelligent and wise beyond our-
selves; but the goal may be won by us, and
we at last stand upon treasured heights.

 

those who make the most of themselves,
and those who cannot, or will not, from-
lack of appreciation or circumstance, is in-
the coarseness or abruptness with which
many times the lines of distinction are
over-reached. Truly reﬁned sensitive per-
sons often secretly endure and suffer from
such attacks rather than be guilty of the
kind of resentment necessitated by them;
were approach made without these assaults
upon sense and feeling, kindness and good
will would be the result instead of abhor-
ent indifference.

I ﬁnd I am tarrying too long, and so will.
leave as I want to come again before long,
although I have not half had my say up )n
this theme Of conversation.

Manxona. MERCY.

 

LAUREL’ S OPINIONS.

That different people have different
thoughts and opinions on the same subject,
never strikes me so forcibly as when read-
ing the HOUSEHOLD. Now for instanoeI do
not think Evangeline’s “ Week” a bit
more unreal than the “ Cloudy Week;” in.-
deed judging from my own standpoint, I
think that of the two the latter is the most
overdrawn. And again I think there is
some truth as well as poetry in “ Simon’s
Plea,” not that I believe in “taking up”
for the men in general, but give every one
his due. Now to prove that I am not al-
ways on the “ contrary side ” I will say
that I heartily agree with all that has been
said against using tobacco, indeed I do not
think enough can be said against the per-
nicious habit, although practically I know
but little about it, as neither my father or
husband use the weed. I have made
Evan geline’s Lady and Yellow cake many
times, always wi .h excellent results. I
make it exactly like the re cipe, I never saw
the necessity of using more ﬂour than the
recipe calls for. I have made and baked
them in separate loaves. I have marbled
them together, and have baked them in
layers, alternating them together with
cocoanut or icing between, and always had
delicious cake. I never hesitate about try-
ing any of Evangeliue’s recipes, thinking
it might prove a waste of time or material;
on the contrary I always expect something

good. LAUREL \‘ANE.
Wacousu.

 

LEMON PIES.

Snip asks for a recipe for a good lemon
pie, and as I have had considerable ex-
perience with that article, good, bad and
indifferent, I'll send her the recipe my
husband’s mother taught me to use, and if’
she will follow it she may get compliment
ed as I did, the other day, thusly: “ You
do make the nicest lemon pie and I want.
you to tell me how.” [The recipe will be
found on the fourth page.——ED.]

Before guessing about who wrote the
article signed “Simon’s Wife,” is out of
order I’d like to guess “ Evangeline ” and
I imagine I’m not alone in the surmise,
from the tone of one or two letters in the

last HOUSEHOLD.
Will some one send directions for making
a pretty crocheted sacque for an infant?

 

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LOVE AND MARRIAGE.

 

These are themes which have occupied
the 'pens of the poet and the writer of
ﬁction in all ages; and form, even when
allowance has been made for all extrava~
ganees that have been said or written con-
cerning them, most important ingredients
in true happiness. In marriage, indivi-
duals pass into what may be almost termed
a new existence, a step so grave and
solemn that very few approach it without
some trepidation.

The impelling motives to marriage are
various and differ according to the peculiar
mental constitution of the individual.
Some men have been captivated through
some chance evidence of the excellent
domestic qualities possessed by a lady ac-
quaintance, others have become suscepti-
ble to face and form, while still others are
attracted by wealth. In fashionable circles
the desire of title and position is often a
powerful consideration in bringing about
this weighty transaction, although it is of
all others the one which should be least
mingled with selﬁsh feelings, marriage
being “the most important die that man
can throw, next to the great cast for
eternity.”

The best, the purest and the most re-
liable motive on which this important step
should hang is, I need hardly say, love, a
feeling which, for want of a better deﬁni-
tion, may be described as the highest form
of friendship. Both parties should see in
each other qualities which are agreeable,
which they esteem and which they love;
all fused together, however, by the ﬁre,
more or less ardent, of affection and imagin-
ation. Love is proverbially blind, and
it is well, therefore, before the mind he-
comes subjugated by its inﬂuence, that
there should be consideration given to the
value of certain qualities which are cer-
tainly connected quite intimately with a
happy issue of the marriage relationship.
These qualities are ﬁrst, health, for a sick
husband or a sick wife is anything but a
desirable prospect in marriage. Then will
follow the domestic qualities; and every
man who contemplates matrimony should
settle the question as to whether his future
wife is possessed of those qualities which
ﬁt her to discharge the various duties de-
volving upon the mistress of a household.
Numerous have been the eloquent de-
nunciations of the wrongs of oppressed
nationalities and down-trodden peoples,
out if the countless injured husbands who
are compelled to either sew on buttons for
themselves or resort to numerous devices
in lieu thereof could be heard, they would
tell a tale of forlorn and outraged help-
lessness which would cause many a heart
to bleed. The writer never sewed on a
button in his life until after he had mar-
ried a supposedly thoroughly domestic
wife, and therefore testiﬁes as expert
authority.

Accomplishments, in their bearing on
domestic happiness must Of course be
viewed in reference to the position of the
parties in life. In some cases there is but
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the great majority of families some music
and a moderate taste for reading will be
found to answer every purpose, but in the
higher classes of society where more time
must be ﬁlled in, the range of accomplish-
ments must, of necessity, be higher.

Beauty, whether of face or form, is an
element which, though not ranking as an
essential, plays a more important part than
might at ﬁrst sight appear in domestic hap-
piness. It seems generally agreed that the
woman should not look for this quality in
the man, but in w0man we all wzsh it. The
variety of tastes and Opinions as to what
constitutes beauty happily gives a wide
choice in the matter. As to beauty alone,
without good sense, wit or intellect, it is,
in my personal estimation, a very poor
acquisition, the commanding properties of
which are lost whenever its owner speaks.

The matter of dress is one which also has
considerable weight in the scale Ofdomestic
happiness, for this is the rock upon which
many a matrimonial bark has struck—and
capsized. We of the masculine fraternity
are, on the whole, oblivious of our own
useless expenditures in this direction, but
we never fail to lavish the greatest eon-
demnation on those of the opposite sex
who are ever wasting money on

" Dresses to sit in, and stand in. and walk in,
Dresses to dance in, and ﬂirt in, and talk in,
Dresses in which to do nothing at al ,

Dresses for winter, spring, summer and fall.”

Good temper is a quality the value of
which speaks for itself. Congeniality of
taste and sentiment is also a great point;
still one of the greatest authors of whom
we have any record, it is said married a
woman of exceedingly small intellectual
caliber, that he might rest his mind by not
bringing it in contact with one that stirred
it up, and they lived happily. If
Katherine, after being tamed by Petruchio
to call the sun the moon when he wished
it, had kept up the same monotonous
unanimity on every point without Offering
any opinion of her own to vary conv rsa-
tion, her husband must in the end have al-
most wished her back again in her former
position of a shrew, who, though trouble-
some, had yet the freshness of an inde-
pendent mind. On all great questions,
however, I believe in thorough unanimity.
With congeniality Of taste and sentiment,
there should be general powers of com-
panionship, as well as sufﬁcient strength
of characer to enable the partners to stand
the trials and emergencies of life.

When all these points have been ex-
amined, however, there still remains the
money question. Universal disgust can
only arise when youth marries Old age
from pecuniary motives, as such marriages
can only be regarded as contracts concern-
ing the dowry. “ Married for a home,” or
as “a last chance” may be classiﬁed in the
same category. Still the dollars and cents
question cannot be ignored.

Early marriages, governed by affection
alone, although so vigorously opposed
through presumably prudential motives,
are in a great majority of cases‘ the haven
of happiness and bliss. Happy to them-
selves, their love is the sweetener of do-
mestic life. The prospect of rising be-
comes an incentive to industry. The

natural cares and toils are softened by the
ecstasy of love. The husband feels the
inﬂuence in a powerful degree and de-
votes his energies toward making his
young family happy, being roused into
activity by the most endearing of all
human motives. The wife on the other
hand, instigated by the same design,
makes his home comfortable and his
hours of repose happy. She uses what he
earns with economy, and while he is pro-
viding food and raiment for their bodies
she is busied in the maternal duties of a.
happy and contented household. Thus,
while they secure to themselves the most
sober and tranquil felicity, they become
by their marriage amiable, active and
virtuous members of society.

DETROIT. OUTIS.

 

THE B ABY.

 

I have not been a reader of the Houssk
HOLD very long, but now I enjoy it and re
ceive beneﬁt as well as pleasure. I would
like to ask some questions of those who
have had experience.

I looked for and expected there would
be more answers to “Dill.” My baby is
nine months Old, when ﬁve weeks old we
had to feed her with cow’s milk. At ﬁrst
I watered it, then gradually gave it to her
stronger, till now for about two months
she has had whole milk. i keep two
bottles, one for night and one for day, and
cleanse them with ashes. What I would
like to know is this: What is the cause of
her want of sleep? She seems healthy in
every way but that, hardly sleeps any
during the day and not well at night.
Would eating meat (beef or chicken), she
is very fond of it, be the cause? or is it the
whole milk? I would like to know also,
what would be the effect on her if we
would go to the city where we would be.
likely to get different cows’ milk? I
would be very thankful for answers to the
above questions. DA is)".

Heavens m.

 

A SHORT CALL.

I would like to say to E. L. Nye the
possibly it is not asin for her, but the:
are tOO many who make Sunday a day 0:
mere pleasure. “Let us not therefore
judge one another any more; but judge
this rather, that no man put a stumbling
block, or an occasion to fall in his
brother’s way.” It is a hard thing to do
always, but we have help if we ask.

I receive both pleasure and proﬁt in
reading the HOUSEHOLD. It is my ﬁrst
visit and will send a few recipes, and give
one for baking powder that costs less than. -
twenty-ﬁve cents a pound, and which I.

like very well. IIANNAII.
———-——.O.——

S. A. H., of Norvell; Clo S. Pin, of Oak-
ley and Zilpha, Of Mason, have furnished
recipes for lemon pie. As their rules differ
in no essential particular from the two we
give this week, we do not ﬁnd it necessary
to duplicate by publishing them, though
thanking the writers for their prompt

 

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CHICKEN PIE EVERY DAY.

Ihave learned many good things from
like HOUSEHOLD, and as I am not one bit
tnelﬁsh—at least I guess not—l want to tell
you something I have learned lately,
ithough not from the HOUSEHOLD. My
thiends all know, or if they do not, I do,
thew fond I am 0. chicken pie, and I have
dormd a way that is so simple and quick
chat. one can have chicken pic every day,
providing she can get the chickens. After
the chicken is cooked tender remove the
large bones, put it in a dish and season to
We. Novthicken the broth remaining
(in the kettle and put plenty in the dish
'with the chicken. Take two cups butter-
~.milk, one cup sour crea m, soda to sweeten,
and two eggs, stir as thick as you can
«'with-fﬂour and spread it upon the chicken
:rnd bake, and you have a chicken pie with
:so little trO'ible. Perhaps some of the
HOUSEHOLDEM may have known this way
ZIbe‘lore. It so, why have you not told us?

About this courtesy. The Bible tells us
"the: “charity covers a multitude of sins,”
and if courtesy be the sister of charity,
”then it is evident that a person who is
willing and anxious to sit in judgment
upon her friends, has not this true
rewirtesy. I hold that true courtesy is a.
kindly feeling discreetly. manifested. It
springs from a pure and benevolent heart.
Eﬁ‘requent intercourse with genteel society
may give it a polish, but is no p-trt of the
substance. True courtesy cannot be as—
sumed, it must be cultivated. It is idle to
The polite in manner, it we do not enter-
=..'~.tiu kind feelings in the heart. Sucha.
course is only wearing the cloak of
hypocrisy around the form of corruption.
It is this sham courtesy that I deplore, the
\kind that will allow us to say pleasant
(things, which we do not mean, merely to
«make people feel good.

If out Of the kindly feeling Of our hearts
we cannot say anything good, and be
zsimere in saying it, I say let it remain un-
rsaid. Flattery and insincerity go hand in
hand. Let us be true to ourselves, and
when we say anything let us mean it. “ Let
, your communication be yea, yea; nay, nay!
for whatsover is more. than these cometh

«of evil.” Eamon.
A nslox.

 

“PLEASANT CHAT.

“i had not intended to come again so soon,
"dint I know I can give Snip a recipe for a
"good lemon pie,” so while I am here I
might as well have my say about some
”other things.

To begin with I do believe that I shall be
obliged to go directly against the teach-
ings of Beatrix on the oilcloth question.

. Ihave always saidIdid not like it, and

would newt use it, but this summer my

. patience has been particularly tried by the

men. We have had one who seems to
think the table is made to rest himself on,
at least he almost reclines on it. I cannot
keep a neat looking cloth by using two a
week, and I do not feel like washing more
When that number, as I have all the work to
do for ﬁve, one a dear little mischief of

 

two years and four months. I really think
I will get an oilcloth for next summer.
While there are only Mr. E i, 1 ttle Horace
and myself through the winter, we can
keep tablecloths so I would not be too
much ashamed to have the Housnnonnnns
call on me and stay to dinner, and I al-
ways have enough to eat. It does not
generally put me out much to have unex-
pected company. Having lived most of
my life in Detroit I have lots Of city com-
pany; this summer I had three, six weeks,
and live, one week; my only regret is that
my time is so occupied that I cannot re-
turn these visits; at least I can only spend a
week or two there. I too went to the Ex-
position, but although I stayed ﬁve days I
did not get down to see our Beatrix. I
think she will survive it, but I really want
to see her and the album. I ho )e to next
time. How I would enjoy a chat with
Simon’s Wife, and in fact all of the HOUSE-
HOLD contributors, but if we all met at
once, I fear the neighbors would have to
put cotton in their ears.

Oxronn MR3. ED.

A NEEDED RES 1‘.

 

So many have told of their vacations,
excursions and visits I will mention mine.
It was not long, only three weeks, but so
pleasantly spent that on returning from
such a trip one picks up her household
duties with much more energy. For most
farmers’ wives, especially those in moderate
circumstances have to be their own hostess,
servant, washwoman and cook, and a rest
from such multiplied duties does one good.
I think as a rule they do not go enough,
but work on and on, often thinking they
can not afford the much needed rest.

Our visit took us to the southen part of
the .State, in Lenawee and Washtenaw
counties, visiting relatives and old friends
who had not been seen tortwo years. Many
things had undergone a change, but the old
home that brings so many remembrances,
good and bad, pleasant and sad, will never
change in one’s heart; and on our return
home it was necessary for us to halt for
our team's sake, we made it convenient to
stop with a. man who evidently thought it
more blessed to give than to receive, and
we started homeward the next morning,
feeling that we are indeed one people
here below.

Will some one send a tested rule for
pickling onions. CLO S. PIN.

OAKLEY .
—————9.._
A HOUSEKEEPERS’ BAG.

 

It seems rather early to write about
Christmas presents; but if we wish others
to be beneﬁtted by our hints I suppose we
shall have to begin now. This seems to
be an era of bags, and one of the ni:est
presents for the young housekeeper, or an
old one either, is a housekeepers’ bag. The
bag may be made of any material and de-
corated in any way the maker may fancy,
provided it is capacious in size. It is the
contents that make it valuable, and they
are varied indeed. A goodly supply of
holders, both for the ironing table and for
use about the stove; a number of neatly

 

 

hemmed dishcloths, towels and dusting
cloths; table mats, crocheted Of knitting
(:0 ton or carpet warp; tray and carver’s
cloth made of butchers’ linen with an ap~
propriate design outlined in colored cot-
tons, are all_suitable to be put in one of
these bags;.and probably if you begin to
ﬁll one you will think of many other
things, perhaps some which will be es-
pecially useful to the one for Whom it is
intended; for “everything goes ” in one of
these bags which will make work easier in
dining room or kitchen.

I am quite sure that a housekeeper’s bag
presented to a busy woman would cause
her to think gratefully of the giver many
times before another Christmas.

A yard of India linen or other ﬁne
white goods will make four lovely hand-
kerchiefs; which, nicely hemstitched and
with a monogram worked in one corner,
would make a present no one need be
ashamed to give or receive.

I wish to thank all who write for our
little paper. Almost every letter con-
tains something helpful to body or mind.
Long may the Housnaonn, its Editor and
contributors prosper is the wish of

Ossno. MIG‘NON.

 

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

To be very sure your pickles are where
they ought to be, safe under brine, and be
able to dismiss them from your mind en-
tirely until you want them, put the pickles
in a thin cloth—cheesecloth or muslin—
bag, then put over them a board or a plate
with a weight on top to keep the bag under
brine, and every pickle is bound to “stay
put.”

IF you have no ice, and have a piece of
meat you wish to keep fresh for another
day, salt it slightly and wrap in acoarse
towel, then in a large cloth, and put it six
inches deep in a box of shelled corn. oats,
or wheat. The secret is the complete ex-
clusion of the air.

 

Contributed Recipes.

BAKING Powmm.—1‘wo and a halt ounces
tartaric acid; four ounces bicarbonate of
soda; three-fourths pound cornstarch. Mix
through a sieve thoroughly. HANNAH.

 

LEMON Pm —Mix and let come to a boil one
cup sugar. one cup water and small lump
butter; thicken with three tablespoonfuls
ﬂour mixed smooth; let cool; pour over the

grated rind and Juice of one lemon mixed
With the yolks of two eggs. After the pie is
baked pour over it the whites of the eggs.
well beaten with two teaspoonfuls ﬁne sugar;
let brown four minutes. o

I use Lsda's pie crust, a recipe 1 got out of
the HOUSEHOLD a few years ago: it is splendid.

Oxnow. Mas. En.

LEMON Pin—First, a good crust, under only.
Take a good sized lemon, grate the rind and
squeeze out the juice: then take a large
tablespoonful of cornstarch, mix with a little
cold water in a teacup and pour boiling water
on, stirring it rapidly and it will be clear and
thick: stir this with the grated rind and juice,
then beat the yolks of two eggs and one whole
egg and a cup of sugar to a froth and stir in
just before putting in the oven. It will not
take long (0 base, as the cornstarch is cooked
before putting in. Beat the whites of two
eggs to a. stiff froth. add four teaspoanfnls
sugar. spread over the pie and return to the
oven and brown a triﬂe. EDNA.

 

     
   
   
   
  
  
     
 
   
    
   
   
   
   
   
  
  
   
  
   
  
     
  
  
  
  
  
   
 
 
  
  
  
    
   
   
  
 
   
 
   
 
    
 
  
 
 
  
 
  
   
  
  
  
 
  
  
   
   
  
   
    
   
  
   

 

