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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

MOTHER T0 SON.

 

Do you know that your soul is of my soul such
part ‘

That you seem to be ﬁbre and strength of my
heart? ,

None other can praise me as you, dear, can do:

None other can please me, or pain me, as you.

Remember, the world will be quick with its
blame,

If shadow or blight ever darken your name;

“ Like mother, like son,” is a saying so true—

The world will judge largely of “ Mother,’
through you.

Be yours, then, the task,—if a task it shall be,
To force this proud world to do homage to me;
Be sure it will say, when its verdict you‘ve won,
“ She reaps as she sowed—for this man is her
son.” —00lman‘8 Rural World.

W

ADVICE TO THE GIRLS.

 

Some time ago Beatrix complained that
now the summer campaign had opened on
the farm there were too few letters for the
little paper, and her cry for help has ever
since preyed upon my mind, among my many
cares and different kinds of jelly.

I am going to write a letter to the girls;
they have not been lectured in some time on
that thread—bare subject of keeping house.
But the girls who have read these things be-
fore are married now and out of the way, so
this will do for the younger ones who ﬁnish-
ed their school-days and education inJune,
and who will one and all some day be some-
body’s wife, perhaps.

I will tell you ﬁrst what the coming Prince
Charming admires, and expects you to be:
Pretty, stylish, accomplished, and amiable,
.soft white hands and all that; but whether
you have any knowledge of house-work he
neither knows or cares. But when you are
his wife, and installed in that pretty new
house, he expects you to (1011? those Cinder-
ella rags of ignorance, and suddenly become
the chief among good cooks and house-
keepers. I am afraid, though you think this
very unreasonable, it is perfectly right and
natural to some extent; we all admire these
charming, butterﬂy girls, with their bright
eyes, bangs and bangles, their light-hearted
gaiety, the outcome of a care-freelife; and is
it not good if in their youth and blossoming
time they can have freedom from care and
labor, and enjoy life to the uttermost, while
yet hope beckons fairly? Who can tell how
soon for them the grass will lose its green-
ness, the ﬂower its glory? So mother gives
Nellie the best of everything, with little to
do, and says, “Let her be happy while she
may,” remembering no doubt a time long
ago when she was a girl, and a new bonnet
gave her more pleasure than a set of dia—
monds would now.

 

Now for the other side: After marriage
you’ll ﬁnd, my dear girls, the young man
who never seemed to eat anything “when
he came to tea at papa’s,” will develop an
awful liking for chicken-pie or plum—pud-
ding, or in fact, anything that’s a trouble to
make; and cooking one dish, with manuna
to see evelything else, is not like getting
dinner or tea alone, with George’s mother
and aunt (who have come unexpectedly)
waiting in the best room; and when you
set those biscuits on the table before them,
anything else but light, and yellow with
soda, and pretty soon George says, “Did
you make these, Nellie?” I hope you will
be able to maintain that repose of manner
“which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere,”
and be pleasant and agreeable; but I am
much mistaken, poor child, if you don’t
wish you had invested more time and cap-
ital in the biscuit business, and less in lawn—
tennis. You ponder and wonder wearily on
what can be the matter with the provoking
things, made them just as you did before,
but the trouble is here, (you cannot learn
this from a recipe book, or your mother,)
you need lots of experience, and must learn
where danger lies before you can avoid it.
Such knowledge is made up of a million
triﬂes, and it is only after many mortifying
failures that victory will perch on your ban-
ner; the time and place for these failures is
of your own choosing, and when you manu-
facture a pie with the crust so hard your
brother says it makes his teeth ache to bite
it, with the juice all run out and calmly
making a smudge of itself on the oven-bot-
tom, I think you will be glad mother is there
instead of George, to help you investigate
the cause of the pie-shipwreck.

To be brief, try, girls, to strike a “happy
medium;” be as gay and jolly as you like,
but don’t be idle and waste time over too
much knitted edging and foolish gossip.
Remember the new home and wedding out-
ﬁt may be all you could wish, but that will
not prevent “ a pebble in your shoe,” if your
miserable cooking makesa cross old dyspep-
tic of George.

I wonder why it is, too, that women take
so little interest in acquiring a knowledge of
business. Liable to be left alone any time
with more or less property to look after, and
densely ignorant of the state of their affairs,
they are helpless in the hands of strangers,
or friends who do not always prove them-
selves to be such. I have been told the
world is ever more ready to help those who
ask nothing of it, than those who do.

You can talk to the men of your family on
the subject, listen when they discuss differ-

 

try to learn the whole at once, and I’m
thinking it would be a stupid person who
could not learn considerable, without much
trouble either. You need not look far in the
newspapers to ﬁnd a widow or orphan de-
frauded by guardian or executor, because
they knew nothing of business. “ If you want
your individual rights well taken care of,
take care of them yourself.” You remem-
ber how Miles Standish courted Priscilla,
and the result of it. E. B. C.
WA'rnonserLi-z.

___._«._..___._

A HINT TO MANKIND..

 

“The mills of the gods grind slowly,”
but when we look back no longer than
twenty-ﬁve or thirty years, we can hope-
fully and truly say,‘they are grinding and
no mistake. We are very impatient; we
want to see great good accomplished in our
lifetime, that we may enjoy it. We have to
acknowledge that they do “grind exceed-
ingly small.” God manifested inﬁnite
patience, when he waited so many thousands,
perhaps millions, of years for this earth to
be ﬁtted for the habitation of as intelligent
creatures as now occupying it. He has
waited for man to work out his devel-
opment for the high destiny among the
“ Sons of God,” for which he was intended
when placed in the Garden of Eden, and
so few, comparatively, have succeeded in
attaining, at the end of six thousand years.
He is still waiting for us, and teaching us a
lesson in patience.

From my earliest recollection in reading, -
till now, I have scarcely taken up a paper
or book, but somewhere on its pages, oc-
cupying a larger or smaller space, was the
exhortation, or recommendation at least, to
women to be cheerful, no matter how weary
or how ill; always meet man with a cheer-
ful countenance. Why? He has so many
cares, so many perplexities, labors so hard,
that it is his just due. It is given out as the
universal panacea for all the ills that un-
happy marriages are heir to; as a remedy for
the vices that wayward and wicked hus—
bands are given to, who, while assuming
themselves to be sovereign lords, masters
and protectors, by the strangest kind of
inconsistency make themselves out to be
irresponsible machines in the hands of the
“ weaker vessel.”

More frequently now than formerly, do
we see the other side held up to view. I
found a poem the other day, in the Inter-
OGean, by Margaret E. Sangster, that did
me a “world of good,” ﬁlling my soul with
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thought the other ladies of the HOUSEHOLD
who had not read it, might be’ encouraged
asIam. Sohereitis:

“A PLEA FOR CHEERFULNEBS.

“ The deer little wife at home, John,

With ever so much to do,

Stitches to set, and babies to pet,
And so many thoughts of you;

The beautiful household fairy
Filling your heart with light,

Whatever you meet to-day, John,
Go cheerily home to-night.

“ For though you are worn and weary
You needn‘t be cross and curt,

There are words like darts to gentle hearts,
There are looks that wound and hurt.
With the key in the latch at home, John.

Drop troubles out of sight,
To the dear little wife who is waiting,
Go cheerily home to-night.

“ You know she will come to meet you,

A smile on her sunny face,

And your wee little girl, as sweet as a pearl,
Will be there in her childish grace,

And the boy, his father’s pride, John,
With the eyes so brave and bright;

From the strife and the din, to the peace, John,
Go cheerily home to-night.

“ What though the tempter try you,
Though the shafts of adverse fate
May bustle near, and the sky be drear,
And the laggard fortune wait!

You are passing rich already,

Let the haunting fears take ﬂight,

With the faith that wins success, John,

Go cheerily home tonight.”

Equally with cheerfulness, the matter of
dress and personal appearance is insisted
upon.

A wife, no matter how weary, must dress
with taste and look pretty to the eye, if
she would retain her husband’s love, and
ad inﬁnitum 8t ad museum; and then I
always ask myself how shall he look? Has
a wife no eyes, no ears, no nose! If this be
true, man’s love and woman’s love are not
the same and ought not be called by the
same name.

Not long ago, a friend of ours, with her
husband, had occasion in company with us
topass through a certain town, which shallbe
nameless, as in this respect it is no different
from other towns; and while waiting in our
carriage for our husbands to transact some
business, we noted the personal appearance
of the people who were continually passing
and re-passing on the sidewalk. Some
men were tidy and had a cleanly look;
some faces shaven; some with a beard well
kept; but a large number were as attractive

.as grizzly bears. Clothes dirty and whole
appearance untidy, faces with hair bristling
in all stages of growth; some with mouths
foul and discolored; some with, red noses
and blear eyes and shufﬂing gait, some look-
ing like talking animals walking on two
feet instead of four. And we wondered if
any woman was pleased to see them com-
ing. We mutually wondered if it were
really true that the wives of these men did
not care how their husbands looked!

One day last winter an acquaintance of
ours called on an errand. The weather
was very cold. While riding along the
road he had been chewing tobacco and
spitting. Having a long heavy beard,
the colored saliva occasionally fell upon it
and froze in streaks of brown ice. The
sight sickened me so that I turned away
and could not look at him. And other
friends of ours who also use this poison
have such foul breaths, as only tobacco can
give, that it is a distress to be near enough
to them to converse. Their physicians tell
these same men that tobacco is injuring
them very seriously, but appetite is stronger
than love or reason, yes, than love of life.

I notice that most farmers coming in
from work at the close of the day, if they
wash face and hands, feel that is all the
effort they can possibly make towards
cleanliness"; they are too tired to change
dirty, odorous boots, pants and coat, but sit
down with the family in” their working
clothes, coming directly from the barn and
hog-pen. The wife is sweet and clean, but
her husband refuses to make himself so, be-
cause he is too tired, he says.

‘I do not wonder so many farmers’ sons
leave the farm in "disgust and so many
farmers’ daughters refuse to marry farmers.
They see nothing before them but hard
work, eating and sleeping; sleeping, eating
and hard work, and the immortal soul cries
out against such a life.

1 know there are “exceptions toall rules;”
but then you know the “exceptions prove
the rule.” LUNA.

BEDFORD.‘
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MIDSUMMER FASHIONS.

Happy is the woman who can lose the key
of the sewing—machine and let her needles
rust in her needle-book duringthe days Sirius
and the sun rise and set together. But it is
often the case that an unexpected journey
or visit, a wedding, or even that mild form
of dissipation known as a picnic, necessi-
tates a new dress, and to the discomfort of
sewing when the needle sticks in the goods
is added the further perplexity of not know;
ing what is “the latest” mode of making
up. Midsummer dresses must be either
modeled on past styles, or hints of autumnal
fashions. The distinctively new feature
which is promised us for early fall is the
double apron drapery in front. This is
simply a long apron, falling nearly (and by
“nearly” is meant [within two or three
inches) to the foot of the skirt, and above it
. a shorter wrinkledgapron, of the same out-
line, coming a littleabelow half the length of
the skirt, or looped with ribbons above that
point. The lower part of these aprons is
sometimes left toﬁfall straight on the edge
of the panel set inCthe side of the skirt, and
looped very high, quite to the belt, on the
other, While the shorter apron is drawn to a
point about a quarter of a yard from the
straight edge of theglower. This is very
pretty where bothzare edged with a frill of
lace.

A neat way to make up a soft wool goods
is to cover the foot :of the foundation skirt
eight inches deep with the material, and set
a shirred breadth on the left sidefor a panel.
This breadth should have a cluster of shirrs
at the hip and another half way down the
skirt, leaving the lower part to fall full like
a ﬁounce. The apron is draped short on the
left side and falls to the foot on the right,
and the back widths continue'straight and
full acness the back to [the left, where they
are caught up to the belt. The basque is
very simply ﬁnished, :having the two back
forms below the waist turned up to form
loops, while the sideEback forms are sloped
to the fronts, the mMing left open two
inches; this givesia pretty shape to the bot-
tom. Velvet revers ,are added in front,
which begin atjlthe shoulders and meet at
the waist line; the [cuffs are of velvet but
the'collar should be like the dress.

 

A very pretty and also new way to make a

wool dress, like cashmere or nun’s veiling,
more dressy, is to sew rows of inch-wide
satin or watered ribbon in rows upon the
goods to be pleated for the kilt, and across
the bottom of the apron when it is long on
one side and draped high on the other. This
is newer than lace. The fan overskirt—
which is an apron laid in ﬁne pleats to the
belt, the pleats being deﬁned almost to the
foot, and the sides drawn up to the belt-is
very dainty when three rows of satin ribbon
edge it. Still another mode is to stripe the
long apron with rows of wider ribbon, be—
ginning at the belt and ending in loops at
the lower edge.

Chemisettes of linen and mull or of
pleated surah or china crape, are much
worn. The dress has revers or a rolling
collar of velvet, and the chemisette collar
and little mannish tie ﬁll the V-shaped
space at the throat. These are becoming to
slender ladies.

Linen cuffs seem to have regained lost
popularity and are much worn; the latest
styles are deep and turn up outside the dress
sleeve.

The girls will be glad to know about the
later ways of dressing the hair. The “ Rus»
sian bang” is “all the rage;” this curves,
or is pointed in the middle and is very short
on the temples; it is crimped to make it
ﬂuffy and much less hair is cut for it than
for the Langtry bang, and it is also much
shorter, so that girls look less like Shetland
ponies than heretofore. It is fashionable to
have a forehead again. The back hair is
still worn high, in small ﬂat braids pinned
closely to the head, to deﬁne the shape as
much as possible. Though the hair is worn
high, it is nottoo high, but midway between
“ too high” and “ too low.” Many mothers
are having their girls’ hair shingled, espec-
ially those from four to eight or nine years
of age; other girls still cling to the long
ribbon-tied braids, which are sometimes
looped half their length under a ribbon bow.

EDUCATION.

What wondrous beneﬁts there are in a
good practical education, and What great
differences there are in the modes and

opportunites of obtaining it! Our common
schools appearzto be on the wane, mainly, I
am thinking, because our children must be
educated at the “higher school,” graduate,
and have a name in the world, Could we
but remember how James A. Garﬁeld,
Stephen A. Douglas, and most all of our
great and practical men, struggled for their
education in the common schools, it would
be a great beneﬁt to many. Fight the
school, ﬁght the teacher, and spoil the child,
is toooften the case. In, the high as well
as the cemmon schools of old England,
the master is supreme ruler; his word is
law. At Westminster, Harrow-on-the-Hill
or Eton, no rich man’s son dare break the
rules more than a poor man’s, and should he
get into trouble there would be no use in
going home to complain, no matter if it
were young Gladstone, Salisbury er the
Prince of Wales. Milk-and-water kind-
ness never made a man of a boy yet. Our
children are precious jewels, but however
rich we are and. free from cares, the stern

 

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ourselves, with self conﬁdence like the

main-brace in a ship.
PLAINWELL. ANTIOVER.

—__—..._

THE INSANE KING.

 

(Concluded from last week.)

The facilities for the exhibition of the
royal corpse on its “paradebett,” as the
German has it, were about as illy conceived
and carried out as could be. The chapel is
so small that only a few could enter at once,
and there was no attempt to keep a continu-
ine passing through. The people were wild
to see their King once more, and the crush
of the crowd at the door-ways was frightful.
Soldiers and gens-d-arms failed to keep
back the frantic mob. The three days in
which he lay in state would have sufﬁced for
thousands more to have seen him comfort-
ably, if the matter had not been managed
with the usual stupidity of Germans. The
most ludicrous scenes took place. At ﬁve
o’clock in the morning people besieged the
palace doors, standing hours in the mud
and cold rain, to come away perhaps with-
out seeing him, or with their clothes half
torn off if successful. Persons who went
into the patient but persistent throng, with
whole suits on, came away tattered and
torn, carrying only the handles of their um-
brellas; one woman lost her back hair, an-
other that unmentionable article with which
women are wont to disﬁgure their natural
shapes; these the soldiers facetiously ele-
vated on their sabre points. At a more
private doorway ofﬁcers could enter with
their wives and friends; some laughable
things occurred here. A young officer was

followed and claimed by half a dozen ladies“

in turn, each saying to the guard, “That
ofﬁcer in advance is my son.” The courte-
ous lieutenant who escorted a friend and
myself was begged by so many ladies that
he would take them in also, that he was
quite unable to answer the guard as to the
number in charge, and ﬁnally, looking at
the train in his rear, he said, desperately:
“All ladies in black belong to me,” and the
ofﬁcer good-naturedly passed him in with
his numerous friends.

We went up through the narrow passages
and low—arched corridors of the old building
to a little gallery across the front of the
chapel. There was a hush in the place,
only low whispers were heard, and the
rustle of dresses, as the mourning-clad ﬁgures
of the ladies passed forward to look over the
balcony. Here, on an elevated catafalque
covered with ermine, surrounded by his gen-
erals and a guard of honor, who stood night
and day outside the rows of tall waxen
tapers burning about his couch,- the poor
King, who would not be seen in life, was
laid that his people might have a last look
at the really beautiful face and kingly
form; the casket was raised at the head and
faced the front of the chapel; thus the ﬁgure
seemed to be half-standing, with the feet on
a great bed of ﬂowers, the offerings of royal
and noble families. The dress was tunic
and breeches of black velvet and long black
stockings of the order of St. Hubert; the
cloak, of the same material, lined with
white, and ﬁnished at neck and sleeves with
ﬁne lace, was thrown back over the sides of

 

the cofﬁn; a richly chased chain was about
the neck, and one of the shapely hands
rested on the sword kilt.

The tenantless house of clay was all that
remained to this people of their once-loved
King; the soul had deserted its fair home,
yet [one looked at him with the thought,
“What a superb man he must have been
when the light of intelligence illumined the
ﬁne countenance ;” for even in death,

“ Before decay‘s eﬂ’acing ﬁngers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,"

there was still a fascination, a grandeur in
the face, a nobility of expression not at all
compatible with acts of cruelty, which uni~
ted to a kingly demeanor must have won
and enchained the hearts of all who knew
this man of royal lineage. In the presence
of death all his faults were forgotten, only
the love his people bore him was remember-
ed, the love born with them for their ruler,
and there were sincerely sad faces bent
above him; and silent tears fell as the ill—
fated life was recalled, the life so full of
brilliant promise.

The city was ﬁlled with an eager crowd
of Bavarians and foreigners to witness the
last honors that could be paid the deceased.
Odeons Platz was a scene of constant bustle
as the vast populace moved hither and
thither in the excitement of the moment,
and with the desire to catch aglimpse of the
foreign princes and great generals who had
come totake part in the ﬁnal sad rites in
memory of this scion of the ancient house of
Wittelsbach. Officers dashed here and
there, carrying orders, dislodging ambitious
persons from advantageous positions, and
keeping the way clear for the carriages of
the princes as they rolled into the hof—gar-
ten and under the arches of the palace-en-
trance.

Along procession followed Ludwig II. to
his tomb in old St. Michael’s Church, and
the streets and open spaces were ﬁlled with
the multitude, a black, surging sea of hu-
manity.

The military,~ the students of the war
school, of different public institutions, the
civil authorities, and many Catholic orders,
headed by bishops and priests from all parts
of Bavaria, carrying banners, candles and
cruciﬁxes, assisted in making up the long
concourse. Among the religious orders,
two of Sisters of Charity were noteworthy
in their snowy bonnets of quaint shapes
and black dresses, as being the only women
in the train of mourners; for it is not the
custom for women to take part in the public
burial of their male relatives or friends, so
no lady related to the King could follow his
remains to the grave, though I afterwards
saw some going to the service in the church,
which was attended by the court and public
ofﬁcers only.

The bearers of the casket, twenty-ﬁve in
number, called gugelmanne'r in German,
were completely enveloped in long black
robes and cowls, only the eyes being visible
through openings; these are the same gar—
ments that one sees to-day at burials in
Rome, and the wearers look like some hid-
eous wizards; they bore the colored armorial
escutcheon of the King, delineated upon a
dark ground, each had two tapers crossed,
and the last one an efﬁgy of the holy St.
George.

The most interesting and splendid part of

 

the procession grouped itself around the
open, black-canopied hearse, which was
drawn by black-caparisoned horses and
hung about with the Bavarian coat-of-arms,
the wreaths and ﬂowers which had been in
the chapel. The pages, handsome young
boys of noble birth, marched on either side,

while directly behind it walked the Regent, _
Prince Luitpold, on one hand the German" '

Crown Prince, and on the other. Crown
Prince Rudolph, of Austria. Following
came representatives of all the royal houses
of Europe, a brilliant galaxy of princes, gen-
erals and royal ofﬁcers in full court uniforms.
Some of the broad-breasted old generals
were covered with medals and decorations
won for distinguished services, and in the
sunshine the gay red, blue and green of the
gold and silver embroidered suits of Cos-
sacks, Hussars and Uhlans was a dazzling
and gorgeous spectacle. Blue and white
plumes waved from the military chapearnt of
the generals, and handsome Russian, stal-
wart Austrian, or dark—faced Portugese,
looked from beneath black or scarlet feath—
ered helmets.

St. Michael’s Church, in which the dead
monarch was laid to rest, was completed in
the year 1590, the builder being Duke Wil-
liam V. the Pious, who is buried here with
his wife. It has continued to be the place
of sepulture for the royal families of Bavaria
since its erection. Here were buried Fried-
rich Michael, Prince of Zweibrucken, and
his wife, father and mother of Bavaria’s ﬁrst
King, Max Joseph 1.; and later, in 1824,
Eugene Beauharnais, vice—king of the Lom-
bardo-Venetian Kingdom, who followed
Napoleon I. through all his battles with the
motto “ Honor and Fidelity” as his watch—
word. He was afterwards Duke of Leuch-
tenberg and Count of Eichslatt. A little
daughter of his is also entombed here, and
his wife, Augusta Amalie, the daughter of
King Max Joseph I, who survived her hus-
band twenty-six years, having died in
Munich in 1851. The last interment in St.
Michael’s occurred in 1875, and was that of
Prince Adalbert of Bavaria, an uncle of
Ludwig 11., brother. of the Regent and son
of Ludwig 1.; the centenary fest in honor of
the latter, for which all Munich was pre-
paring, and which was set for the 8th, 9th
and 10th of July, is now indeﬁnitely post-

poned. DELIA BENTON.
MUNICH, Bavaria.
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BOTANY IN ,COU NTRY
SCHOOLS.

 

I have wondered much of late why botany
is seldom or never studied in a district

school. Surely there it would be most in-

teresting and most useful. I studied botany
last spring, and although deeply interested,
found it difﬁcult to collect the required
twenty-ﬁve specimens of wild ﬂowers. Now
in the country this task would be simply
fun. Fifty specimens might be obtained
with less trouble than our twenty-ﬁve.
From the advent of the Anemone Nem-
orosa—or Wind-ﬂower, as it is so appro-
priately called, and the Hepatica, there is a
constant succession of wild ﬂowers, thit
are perhaps considered so much a matter of
course as to be hardly noticed. With a
teacher interested in his pupils, a botany


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class in the country would be delightful.
What boy or girl would not like to ﬁnd
without help from any one the correct
names of some of the profusion of ﬂowers
in woods and ﬁelds? This is possible after
some earnest study. I have been surprised
since I studied botany to ﬁnd how many
familiar ﬂowers 1 have always called by
wrong names.

After school hours the class could take
long walks with the teacher, ﬁnd new ﬂow-
ers, and observe the growth and arrange-
ment of different plants and trees. For
ﬂowers are after all only apart of botany.
We were obliged to accept the statements
of the book iuregard to many things, such
as the thirteen-ranked arrangement of the
leaves of the Houseleek, for instance. It
is very possible that these out-door lessons
would be far more valuable than those
learned by rote in a school room. I hope
that before long botany will invariably be
one of the studies taken up during the sum-
mer term. in all district schools. _

Pour Hunon. E. C.

_.__-’w——.

SCRAPS.

A FRIEND says, in a personal note: “We
nave just had a delightful shower, and -——
is out wading in the mud. I have said I
should never check the ‘ tomboy ’ element in
a girl. but I am sorely tempted to do so this
year. Yet such health is a pleasure to look
upon; green currants, apples the size of
plums, cherries, etc., fail to aﬂfect it.” I
am one of those who believe “tomboy-
ishness ” and good health are intimately
related. Whoever saw a girl who earned
the epithet of tomboy who was not a pic-
ture of health? The trouble is that as soon
as mothers began to lengthen their daugh-
ters’ dresses, they begin to lecture upon the
proprieties, and insist upon “ lady-like be-
havior,” which to their benighted com-
prehension means sitting in a chair indoors,
keeping their clothes clean and knitting
lace or doing patchwork, in short, apeing
niddle-aged manners. These mistaken
essons in what constitutes young lady.
100d come at a time when rapid physical
Levelopment is taking place, and when to

alance the constitutional inertia of the
period outdoor exercise is an indispensable
adjunctto secure health. Instead of being
sent out of doors to romp and run, and get
brown and rosy, the girl is encouraged to
cultivate a languid grace and fair com-
plexion indoors, and when some old
doctor is called in to prescribe for the young
miss, who has grown so much of a lady that
.-she seems about to be translated to another
:and a better world, instead of ordering out-
.door air and exercise, he still further dis-
;gusts nature by his doses of nauseous drugs.
«Bless the tomboys! They may tear their
. clothes to tatters “ teetering ” on a sapling,
; amuse us by their agility at a ten rail fence,
:and shock us by their unconventional man-
:‘ners in sundry respects, but they make the
'real, live women of the world. They are
healthy, they are happy, they are innocent.
Their abundant, overﬂowing vitality, their
bright interest in all that pertains to out-
door living, are safeguards. The tomboys
have no anxiety about beaux, no overwhelm-
ing interest in dress, and it is positively re—

 

freshing to meet a dozen-year-old girl who
has not a “steady beau” and knows noth-
ing about ﬂirting. There’s no maudlin
sentiment about the tomboy; all she wants
is a good time; and her relations with her
boy friends are just what they ought to be
in youth, a jolly good comradeship with no
sentimental nonsense about it. If -I had as
many children as John Rogers of martyr
memory, and every one girls. I would
bring them up in true tomboy fashion, let-
ting them climb trees, slide down haystacks,
row, ride the old sober-minded horses
bareback round the pasture, believing that
though “the neighbors” might be scan-
dalized, so long as the young heads were
ﬁlled with pure “outdoor” thoughts and

the lungs with fresh air, my girls were safe '

from certain temptations which assail the
young.

I, TOO. cannot accept the doctrine ad-
vanced by Mercy, that the destiny of the
human race lies so entirely in woman’s
keeping. True, she has a great power,
wonderful inﬂuence; yet to say that the
destiny of any man lies in any woman’s
hands, is to put upon her a greater respon-
sibility than her Maker intended, a more
preservative power than lies in her prov-
ince. The experience of actual life fails
to bear out the position. Many a mother
trains her sons “in the nurture and ad-
monition of the Lord,” and ﬁnds her in-
ﬂuence. exerted to its utmost, neutralized
by the father’s example, or by the curse of
hereditary weakness coming from past
generations. I am not one of those who
believe that woman is, by nature, en-
dowed with greater moral attributes than
man. True, I admit that woman is, gen-

erally speaking, ﬁner in feeling, more .

sensitive. with more delicate perceptions,
a more exact estimate of right and wrong, a
less accurate sense of justice, because she is
more often biased by her affections, and
morally purer. Yet this nicer adjustment
is the result of education. A great English
author has said “There are no natural sex
lines in the virtues.” Temperance,
chastity, purity, conscientiousness, are mat-
ters of education. Woman has not been
endowed with a greater soul than man; it is
not her mission to drag him from a lower
standpoint to the plane of her own higher
life. That she does so, is true in many
cases, but that does not make it true that
she was created to do it. Educate a boy and
girl together, absolutely apart from all out-
side inﬂuences, and you will ﬁnd them alike
in their code of moral ethics, except so far
as hereditary tendences may differentiate
than. But in our living, boys and girls re-
ceive a different moral education. The
father allows his boys to go with him to
places he would never let his daughters
enter, and thinks nothing of it because they
are boys; he assumes they will some day
obtain such knowledge. He is less choice
in his language before them, and in many
such ways they are educated in a coarse-
ness which obliterates the ﬁner sensitive-
ness retained by his daughters, who have
avoided contact with these contaminating
inﬂuences. I admit woman’s reﬁning,
elevating inﬂuence upon humanity, but Iam
not inclined to credit her with supernatural
attributes nor superhuman powers. Man,

 

like woman, has the power of choice, he is
“the arbiter of his own destiny.” Virtue
is the absolute surrender of the will to
moral sentiment; woman may encourage
the growth of such sentiment, but she can-
not make it develop in a barren soil.
BEATRIX.

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AN INQUIRY.

Will some of the patrons or writers of the
HOUSEHOLD give a recipe for making grape
wine. Having quite a quantity of grapes
growing, I would like to make some for
medicinal and household purposes, not for a
beverage; no, indeed, I am too strong an ad-

vocate of temperance for that. s. A. G.
DEARBORN.

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

IN canning tomatoes, if you wish them to
keep, as of course you do, reject every
lumpy or solid portion. Then, by using the
same care as with fruit, yom' tomatoes will
keep equally as well.

Do you know how much nicer tomatoes
for the table are when peeled with a sharp
knife than when the skins are loosened by
pouring boiling water on them? They are
very much nicer when kept on ice till they
are needed for the table, also.

INTO a quart of warm water put ﬁve drol s
of ammonia; with a stiff bristle brush give the
engraved parts of your silver a brisk brush-
ing, and polish dry with a ﬂannel‘cloth. If
silver is washed in this way daily, it will
not need a scouring with whiting, &c.,
every two weeks.

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Useful Recipes.

Bonus!) GREEN Coax—Gather the corn not
more than an hour before cooking, if possible.
Strip of! the outer husks, turn the inner ones
away from the cob, and remove the silk, then
replace them, and secure them at the end
with a bit of cord; put the corn into boiling
salted water, boil ﬁfteen or twenty minutes,
according to size, remove the cord and send
the corn to the table. If preferred to remove
the husks before serving, as is perhaps the
neatest way, the corn should be rolled in a hot,
dry napkin. This is the Southern fashion,
and is said to give us corn in its best estate.

PEACE AND TAPIOCA PUDDING.—For this
pudding there will be required one can of
peaches, a generous half-pint of tapioca,
threeofourths of a cnpful of sugar, half a
teaspoonful of salt and one quart of water.
Soak the tapioca over night in cold water; in
the morning turn it with the water into a
double boiler and cook for an hour. 0n re-
moving from the stove add the salt, sugar and
juice of the peaches, and stir thoroughly. Pour
a layer of the mixture into a well-buttered
pudding dish, then lay in the peaches and

pour over the fruit the remainder of the
tapioca; bake in a moderately hot oven for
one hour.

SCALLOPED CODFISH wrrn Caressa—Soak a
pound of salted codﬂsh six hours in tepid wa-
ter, then boil it. When cold, pick into ﬂakes
with a fork and season with pepper. Heat a
cup of milk to a boil, stir in a tablespoonful
of butter rolled into two of prepared ﬂour;
mix with the picked ﬁsh and pour into a bake
dish. Strew grated cheese thickly on top and
bake in a quick oven to a delicate brown. It
is yet nicer if you add a raw egg to the mix-
ture before cooking it. . -

 

