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LOVE MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND.

 

Sometimes I’m faint and weary
Of this work-day world and life,
With its endless round of duties,
With all its cares and strife.
So tired of unmended stockings,
Of buttons—that won’t stay on,
Of answering unnumbered queitions
From Harry, Dick and tom .
Tired—of planning the dinners,
And furnishing brains for the cook,
With scarce an hour of quiet thought,
And never time for a book.
I marvel that we as women,
Gave up our girlhood s life,
And took upon us the worries
That fall to mother and wife,
Till I envy each single maiden
With no greater grief or care
Than the cut or ﬁt of a dress,
Or the smoothness of her hair.
But when the day’s work is over
And stilled each wee lisping tongue,
When quiet reigns where all day long,
The childish voices have rung,
And when in the gathering twilight
I draw out the easy chair,
I feel that this world would be empty
But for loved ones that are there;
When I thisk of the love that is mine,
That makes my burden its own,
I'm grateful for my lot in life—-
That I’m not a maiden lone.
And so the problem now is solved,
My question an answer found,
T’was ever thus and e’er will be,
That love makes the wogld go round.
—Hattie Tremaine Terry, in Good Housekeeping.

————ooo——

HOME HOSPITAL HINTS.

N0. 1—THs: MEDICINE CHEST.

It is a generally admitted fact that as a
rule, we use too much medicine, and vain-
ly attempt a cure without understanding
or removing the cause of the ailment. I
certainly do not advocate the use of much
medicine, but I would like to introduce
an old adage in a new dress, viz., “In time
of health prepare for sickness.” As long
as we continue to violate the laws of
health and persist in a blissful state of
ignorance of sanitary science and hygiene,
just so ling will our poor bodies' be
racked with divers aches and diseases.
With the best of painstaking, however,
accidents will happen, and sickness, that
unloved legacy of the former injudicious
generations, will come.

Every house and housekeeper should
have some kind {of a receptacle
where all things necessary for the care
and cure of the sick should be stored, and
kept handy and familiar to all the house-
hold. You will feel the force of these re-
marks some midnight, when miles away

 

from a physician, grim Disease comes
knocking at your door, and you have not
athing at hand to defy his attacks. Of
course, when disease has fairly entered
the house procure a physician at once if
the case will warrant it, but in the mean-
time be prepared to avert as much as
possible the necessity of calling on medi—
cal aid.

In this connection I venture to offer a
few hints which experience has taught
me the value of—an‘i I trust they will be
supplemented by others from the various

.members of our Household.

Prepare two rolls of bandages, one of
large pieces, the other of sm all strips such
as are in every-day demand where there are
children in the family; also three other
rolls, one of old linen, one of squares of
thin strong cloth, to be used for poultices,
etc., and another of pieces of soft ﬂannel.
Next get a pound of “cotton wool ” if
you can, if not batting will do. A ball of
No. 14 white knitting cotton, and a. few
skeins of white silk thread will often
prove useful. Provide your box with a
sharp, small pair of scissors, one or two
surgeon’s needles, and a glass medicine
tumbler, showing different measures, and
costing ten or ﬁfteen cents. Get the
“ gude mon” to make a small bundle 0f
splints, which let us hope you may never
need, but which are worth the long keep
ing when once you do.

Next provide a generous roll of arnica
court plaster and a small bottle of arnica,
say two ounces, and you are prepared for
all the stubbed tc es, cut ﬁngers ‘ and
bruises that the smaller members of the
family are generally heir to.

As Ihave said, I do not advocate the
use of much medicine, but a few simple
ones seem indispensable, and among these
I would include the “ yarbs ” our grand-
mothers used so effectively. Of the sup-
ply to be obtained at your druggiSL’s, I
would suggest, regardless of all the
“’opathies,” a small bottle each of cam-
phor, ammonia, quinine, sweet oil, lime—
water, and Perry Davis’ Pain Killer, or a
kindred preparation. I want to tell you
a simple remedy for the smarting and
itching, not only of scarlet fever, measles,
erysipelas, but of all poxes and rashes
from those. made by mosquito bites, down
—or up. his a hospital remedy which
you need not be afraid of, and is simply
carbolated oil, and is prepared by mixing
thoroughly ﬁfteen drops of strong carbolic
acid with six tablespoon fuls of sweet oil.
If it prove too strong, add more oil, drop
by drop, till it is just right, so as to stop

the smarting in a moment. It not only
soonhes and heals, but lessens the chance
of infection in contagious diseases. An-
other preparation which should always be
at hand is a bottle of carron oil, 2'. 6.,
equal parts of lime water and sweet or
linseed oil, for scalds and burns. Apply
the mixture to the burn and cover with a
linen cloth saturated with the oil, and the
pain will instantly cease.

Get half a dozen good sound bricks and
keep them where they can be had clean
and dry at a moment’s notice. Add also
a generous supply of ﬂax seed, ground
mustard (pure), ginger, and a small cake of
mutton tallow, and you will ﬁnd yourself
prepared for all the ordinary emergencies
of life, and at so triﬂing an amount of
trouble and expense you will wonder you
did not attend to the matter long ago.

I have by no means mentioned all that
would be useful, perhaps even necessary;
it is not my purpose to play the part of a
physician, neither to recommend any—-
thing that might in the hands of the ig-
norant or careless prove a misfortune-
I have, however, reserved mention of
several articles which belong more appro-
priately to another subject, and which I
shall treat in my next letter. I. F. N.

DAYTON, 0., August 11, 1885.

-—-...—_
VicrUALs vs. CAKE, AND A Big.
SER’I‘ATION ON DRESS.

 

Beatrix’s advice to those who prepare
picnic lunches, etc., etc., elicits a hearty
" So mote it be ” from my gastric head!
quarters. Go to a picnic, a social, atea,
a — anything, where people wear their
good clothes and eat, and it is cake, cake,
cake, eternal cake, ' l the body is sick,
and the mind dull as a small boy’s jack-
knife. Not long ago a farmer’s wife went
visiting and left seven kinds of cake for
the men’s lunch; the most abominable
freak in cake, yet.

“There was silver cake and gold cake,
sponge cake and fruit cake, jelly cake and
hickory nut cake, and some of that darned
spotted cake,” said one of the men to
me.

‘ And you feasted,” said I. “Not if I
know my own heart, (see stomach, heart,
heart stomach, synonymous terms in the
masculine lexicon). Why I’d rather have
this chunk of gingerbread than the whole
mess,” added he as he helped himself to a
quarter section of a chef d-auere in mo-
lasses, sour cream, ginger, eggs, and
ﬂour.

Surely it would be in far better accord

 

 


 

2 THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

 

with the principles pictured in our glori-
ous old stars and stripes, if our American
housekeepers would stop this nonsense
and get “something to eat” when they
undertake it. Something that will nour-
ish and refresh the body, and at the same
time tend to keep the spirit channels
through the same light and free; and the
farmer’s wife or daughter who has not, at
all seasons, materials suited to this end
at hand, and skill to prepare them, is de-
frauded of her birth-right.

To change the subject somewhat ab—
ruptly,‘am I the sole member ever posses-
sed of an opinion counter to that set forth
by our chief? Isupposel am! But—if I
get black-balled in consequence, I must
unfurl the banner of “Opposition” once
again, and " on to the breach ” that I’m
bound to make in theline of her “dress"
defenses. And yet as pertains to her, in
dividually, I shall not seek to demolish or
demoralize either breastwork or bastion,
because I know from experience that the
wearing of stays. hoops, bustles, high
heeled shoes, dresses containing cloth
enough to drape a funeral train, and all
the toggery that can be hitched on to the
angles and artistic curves of the costume,
is not incompatible with the possibility of
a protracted sublunary existence when
the wearer “ occupies a chair,” while she
does her share of the work in the world’s
vast vineyard; awork calling into play
during its performance only the muscles
of the hand and the “ weight” of the
head.

But change the “seat of war” fromthe
chair and desk in an editor's eyrie to one
of the prosperous farm houses that en-
hance the beauty of our Michigan. The
housekeeper whose heart and hands are
joined in the work she ﬁnds awaiting her
from garret to Cellar, soon learns that her
c‘ anatomy " must be as free and un-
burdened as that of the robin that alights
on her window-sill and trills her a. matin
at dawn. One by one the “ weights.” the
“incumbrances,” and the “ restrictions”
are laid aside, until ﬁnally the “ sin that
so easily besets”——the love of the same—
passes away, and the frail little woman,
and all the world, wonders by What al-
chemy she is enabled to handle such a
host of work, and keep cheerful, healthy
and happ v. A very simple problem. Here
is its solution: a

It did not take her long to learn that in
her peculitr orbit of mistress, maid,
cook, scullery, hostess and all the rest,
her brains and her heels must act in con-
cord, con=equently there must be no
“French” heels spiked under the latter,
and she clothes her feet with “ common
sense.” Soon she discovers that perfect
liberty and harmony of action between
hands. am 3 and shoulders, and bet ween
loins, vertebrae and lower limbs is also
imperative if she wishes to attain success.
And forthwith these be all released from
the duds that did drape and cucumber,

restrain and fatigue more than the tasks
assayed.

I speak that I do know, and testify that
I have tested to my ample satisfaction.
Freed from stays or corsets, bustles,
hoops, heels, cumberons skirts, bands,

belts and straps, I can “get there” on
time, every time; but toggle me up in
these, and it takes all my strength to en-
dure the tug and pressure and lug them
around. So, my dear friends, although I
always keep a supply on hand, I only
wear such things to weddings and funer-
als, and when “ I've nothing else to do.”

E L. NYE. .
Hons-1x THE HILLS.

[E. L. Nye is mistaken. Beatrix has
written nothing in the Household
on the subject of corsets, aside from a
possible mention in some article on pre—
vailing styles, which could not furnish
pretext for this arraignment. Another
contributor, Bruneﬁlle, several months
ago advocated corsets, but as she—happy
woman—is now traveling in Europe, and
don’t care two straws whether Americans
wear corsets or not, she will doubtless be
very willing to have the attack shifted to
Beatrix‘s shoulders. Just here it may
not be inapropos to say that Beatrix does
not expect her opinions to be received as
the ultimamtz‘o, does not resent criticism.
and is not only willing but desirous that
those who differ with her should avail
themselves of the right never denied
them, to express their opinions as frankly
as she herself has done]

__.._..._.__

OUR DI FFE RENCES.

I feel like saying with Lanier, “ Opin—
ion, thou intriguer, gray with guile, let
me alone.” Iwould be free to ﬁnd my
Lord in love and faith, in ﬂesh and human
heart, in thought, in sea and land and sky_
But often must I hunger for my brother’s
gr ice, because I will not swear his Rubic's
true, “ Religion hath blue eyes and
golden hair.” Again, Icannot sit bva
sister’s side, because harsh opinion de-
mands my admission, that “Religion
hath black eyes and raven hair.” .

Opinions are always misleading, be
cause they are formed on the lowest plane
of the mind’s action and comprehension
in thought. It is only when we climb to
a. higher plane of being that we perceive
realities, and judge according to the uni-
versal principles of truth.

I read J annette’s comments on my
views with pleasure and interest. When
Isaid, “The inner, calm revealing is our
highest authority," I did not express an
opinion, but gave an experience. I wish
farther to explain and defend my posi-
tion. By the inner revealing I mean
faith, intuition, spirit, the word which is
“ever in our hearts,” the idea or image
of God in which we are made, and which
is the light of every life. There is no
light outside this revelation. Those
Souls in which this is a latent conscious-
ness are 1n the path of darkness and sin.

Jannette says, “Man has an intuitive
idea that God exists, but can not have an
intuitive idea of the character of God,
hence the necessity of a written revela‘
tion.” etc.

We are acquainted with persons or
things only as we know their attributes

or qualities. Hence it is impossible to
have an idea of a being without some
knowledge of what constitutes that being,
and no “written revelation ” will ever

 

I

be comprehended by us unless it applies
to our intuitions. Accepting an “exter-
nal word,” it is beneath the revealing of
the word within us. By closing the eyes,
we can reproduce in the mind any object
in nature which we have seen. We can
do this only because of the form internal
corresponding to the external. Knowl-
edge is the discovery of these correspond-
ences. Some one has said, “A .man’s
face and knowledge reveal his God.” True
it is that our conception of the Inﬁnite is
limited by the spiritual powers within us.

Whatlight can we gain from a “ written
word,” which does not, shine from our
own spirits? of which the inner revealing
is not the interpreter? Words are
symbols, meaningless in themselves.

Our ideas are the torch by which the
printed'page is illuminated. There is a
point in our being where we touch the
Divine, and share its calm. SJmB one
says, “There is guidance for each of us,
and by low listening we shall hear the
word.”

Exception is taken to my statement
“It is by moral strength and knowledge
temptation is resisted.” If not by these,
the divinest forces of life, by what
power do we resist error? Jannette
carries knowledge and its power into
crime and vice, and speaks of the
“knowledge of evil.” Rigntly appre-
hended, this is impossible. Evil means
darkness, error, illusion, ignorance.
Knowledge SWeeps these away, as the
mists disperse before the sun. All crime
is, the result of ignorance. Knowledge
means, in a sense, power, completion;
complete education includes the spiritual
nature, the grand and controlling factor
in man’s triune constitution, and this
will correct all the errors of sense, sin.
Good only is positive.

My last statement, “At the most a
misspent life is a sad mistake,” unless
taken in its interior sense, may lead to
misconception. I could as well have ex-
pressed my idea by asinful life, which
means essentially the same to me. That
is, a life lived beneath its possibilities,
mistaken, and not in harmony with the
idea of God, which it should have
realized. In the present stage of human
progress and unfoldment, in many of the
lives I have opportunity of knowing, in
part, I see people burdened with all
sorts of illusions, errors and prejudices,
and thus they set out on the path of life.
Sometimes they will be free, but now
they err, and suffer and sin; (which means
mistake, error,) and I see that “having
the power to choose go 9d and evil, and
this precludes the idea of mistake, taking
for granted the results of the choice are
known” etc., is a thing practically un-
known to them. To choose implies a
knowledge of the things or conditions
contrasted in choice, and of the results
of such choice. This knowledge is pos-
sible only by the elevation of the soul to
a much higher plane of life than the many
attain in this brief existence. Granted
the “necesssity of choice,” you cannot
“preclude the idea of mistake ” among
the wisest, for though climbing toward

 

the Divine, none can at all times choose

 


 

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3

 

wisely, as consequences prove. In ac-
cordance with one of the deepest laws of
our being, we suffer when we fail or err;
but no soul will sin when the foggy at-
mosphere is cleared away, and all stand
upon the shining hills of day, and this
period every life will know.

My theory of intuitive knowledge is
asked by our sister. I have not read
philosophy or theology far enough to
have found it there, nor do [know if I
could state it in concise sentvnces. But
I have watched my sister‘s little bird,
taken from its parents and mates when it,
could but tWitter afeeble note, and seen
how each day it raises a sweeter voice of
praise for its frail, imprisoned life. How
could the question but come, who taught
the bird to sing? Then I thought, it has
a note given it from the eternal spirit of
song and love, it joins the chorus of
creation! It is a visible effect of Divine
cause. It is the effort to realize the
thought of God which thrills all nature’s
life. Then I have sometimes shut out
the life of sense, and in my spirit’s being
worn for a time the crown which God
grants every life, but which the eye of
sense the much obscures. Then I have
felt my soul catch a sweeter, diviner note
in the refrain, and as I touched the realm
of causes from whence light ﬂows into all
the paths of darkness and doubt, I shared
the eternal calm and my spirit felt, it is
well, all creation shall join the immortal
chorus. There is no soul but through
its imprisoned life is climbing up to G )dl

Sl‘RONG-nINDED GIRL.

.__—...._—_—

“ONE DAY.”

Lnsmn .

It was one of those unusually busy
mornings, which will come to nearly
everybody’s home, but with patience and
perseverance [had conquered one thing
after another; the clock hands pointed to
nine, and I surveyed nicely browned
loaves of bread and biscuit, a pan of
doughnuts, another of cookies, two pies,
a jelly roll and a loaf of white cake was
baking, nothing remained but to beat
some frosting, so I pulled the big rocker
out on the porch, and proceded to beat
the whites of eggs—with a Dover egg-
beater? No, that required too much ex-
ertion, the weather was growing warm, I
had a fork and broad plate, I could rock
and beat and look around, and it is what
I saw and what I thought that I am geing
to tell you about. One corner of the
porch is ﬁlled with house-plants, nearly
every one in blossom, from lovely rose
pink to crimson, a peach tree shades
them. ’ It came ur and grows on its own
responsibility, and we do not like to cut
it down. A beautiful green lawn stretches
away to the east and south with everg reens
and maples, there is no “apron front”
here; a hedge of nearly two years’ growth
makes a green border for the front.
Next a corn ﬁeld; not a hill is missing, it
is just in the tassel. There is breeze
enough so that the plumed heads nod and
bow, makinga musical rustling sound.
A large oak tree throws a grateful shade
near the center of the ﬁeld,a little beyond is
a ﬁeld of oats, and then along stretch of

wheat all ready for the binder. Directly
west is the orchard, showing more darkly
green from the ﬁelds of green about it.
It seems as if we need never murmur or
repine, or think that fortune has been
chary of her smiles to us, with such sur-
roundings, making such alovely home.
The sky has been clear and cloudless all
the morning, so clear and blue that if one
were ever so fretted and worried with
earthly cares, they could grow calm look-
ing into the clear space overhead, but now
it is ﬁlling fast with zephyr like white
clouds; they are in the most fantastic
shape, sailing along through the heavenly
blue, with sails all spread; bound for
some port is a ship, how steadily she
moves, nothing impedes her progress.
What a delightful rest, if we could leave
this busy, bustling earth and be on board
going—where? t.) the great Beyond. We
do not know what it is, none ever return
to tell us, but it seems an oasis in our
desert, thinking that we are going there
sometime. We picture the beautiful
waving palms, the fountains and silvery
streams, green mossy banks, and all
around and about such perfect rest and
peace. Now I can see a perfect throng of
white winged angels, advancing with out-
stretched hands. It may be that mother’s
hands are there; those dear patient hands
that toiled early and late, kind and gentle
and soothing to aching heads and bodies,
that never rested till cold in death, or the
baby’s little dimpledones that we saw last
folded so gently over the stilled heart,
with lilies of the valley and daisies, ﬁow-
ers not more pure and fair than the waxen
ﬁngers holding them—oh! how they
beckon us away, and through the half
shut blinds, come the words, ﬂoating
softly to my ear:

“ But they grew tired long ago
And I saw them laid to rest,
With folded hands and brows of snow.
On the green ear h‘s mother breast."

We do not know what the next year
will bring us, it may be a mound in the
graveyard, another link in the heavenly
chain, another angel face in our dreams.
My ship has been boarded by the angel
crew. it his sailed out of sight, and I am
called back to reality, my plate has upset
in my lap, the cake is done brown, and a
small voice is coaxing for ahandful of
cocoanut, “Please don’t put it all into

the frost, mamma."

EVANGALI NE .
Ban-Ln Cnnnx.

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THE BEST AND MOST WHOLE-
SOME BREAD.

 

' Rather more than ayear ago the best
methods of making bread were very fully
and satisfactorily discussed in the House-
hold, to the great assistance, we are told,
of many housekeeuers who had not we
viously secured results quite up to their
standard. Yet as our circle of readers is
constantly widening, and as there are al-
ways novices in housekeeping science to
be taught the best ways, we make no
apology for reproducing Juliet Corson’s
method, given in Harper's Bazaar, by
which she says the best and most whole-
some of bread can be made and baked in

 

less than three hours. with very slight

 

loss of the nutritive elbments of the flour
on aceount‘of the rapidity of the fer menta-
tion, and at the least possible cost. Com-
pressed yeast must be used, and it must
be fresh, because then the fermentation
is most active. If this system of bread-
making be not generally adopted by
farmers’ wives, there are times in every
family when the bread “runs out,” and
the quickest method of replenishment is
a necessity. Try this in some such emer-
gency;
“To make a small loaf of bread and a
medium size pan of raised biscuits use
four cupfuls of ﬂour, two of water, an
even teaspoonful of salt, and a cake of
fresh compressed yeast about half aninch
thick and two inches long by one inch
wide. Dissolve the yeastin a cupful of
water made lukewarm, or about 98 (legs.
Fahr. ; put it into a bread bowl, with about
acupful of ﬂour, or enough to make a
batter which will hold a drop let fall from
the mixing spoon; beat the batter until it
is quite smooth. then cover the bowl
with a large towel folded several times
and place it where a moderate degree of
heat will strike it equally; if the bowl is
set on the chair near the ﬁre, it must be
turned frequently, and never allowed to
get so hot that the hand cannot be borne
on the outside of the bowl in perfect
comfort; strict attention must be paid to
this point, for it is upon it that the sue.
cess of the bread depends. It' the heat is
me great, it will scald or heat the sponge
so much that fermentation can not take
place; remember, then, never to place the
sponge where the hand our not be held
indeﬁnitelv with comfort; in cold weather
the be wl may be setjnverasaucepan or tea.—
kettle of hot water, but it must be watch-
ed Constantly. and be removal as soon as
the teat becomes so great as to t n-langer
the “scalding " of the sponge. If the
temperature is suitable, and " the yeast
fresh, the sponge or batter will be ready
to use in about half an hour; when it is
ready it will be like a thick foam, all full
of the holes or air-cells caused by fer-
mentation; when the sponge is “scalded,”
the bubbles are small and infrequent, the
batter dries against the bottom and sides
of the bowl and does not rise in a foam;
when the sponge is light and foaming,
mix with it an even teaspoonful of salt,
dissolved in a second cupful of lukewarm
water, and about three more cupfuls of
ﬂour. or enough to make aeoft dough,
which can be turned out on the bread
board and kneaded by usin: a little extra
ﬂour to prevent the dough from sticking
to the hands; knead the dough for about
ﬁve minutes, or until it is smooth and
shining, and does not stick to the board
or the hands; then put half of it into a
buttered Russian-iron bread pan, and the
rest in small pieces or biscuits in a butter-
ed iron dripping pan; the biscuits may be
shaped like French rolls by ﬁrst making

' them into balls about two inches in dis

meter, and then making a deep crease
down the center of each one with the
handle of a wooden spoon or spatula
rubbed with dry flour; brush this depres—
sion with melted butter or lard, to prevent
the closing as the dough rises the second
time. After the bread or biscuit dough
is putinto the buttered pans cover them
with afolded towel, and place the pans
where the same gentle heat will strike
them, turning them about to secure an
even rising. Do not put the pans where
it is imposslble to bear the hands with
ease. When the dough has risen to twice
its original volume, brush the bread
and biscuit with melted butter, or
with a little milk in which sugar is dis-
solved. and then put them into a moder-

,ate oven to bake; the butter will make a

crisp brown crust; the temperature of
the oven is about right when the hand
can be held in it without burning while
one counts ﬁfteen quickly; or the follow.

 


 

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ing test (of Gouﬂfe, the chef of the Paris
Jockey Club) may be employed: Put a
sheet of white letter-paper into the oven,
and close the door for a few moments, if
the paper takes ﬁre or chars, the oven is
too hot; if it turns light buff or wood
color, the heat is right for bread, biscuit
or cake. When the oven is too hot open
the door or the proper dampers for a few
moments, and then test it again. Of
course the heat of the oven should be
Iregiulated before the bread is ready to
a e.”
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ANSWERS . FOR INQUIRERS.

 

When I wanted to use wool in place of
cotton batting in making bedding, I went
to the carding mill, asked for “wool
batts,” and got them at eighty cents per
pound, but wool brought a fair price in
market at that time. Two pounds of
these make a nice comfortable, and four
pounds a “daisy. With proper care in
using and in renewing the covers when
they need it, I cannot see why the wool
may not last as good as new for alife—
time, and then still be soft, light, warm
and comfortable for the next generation.

If tradition tells truly, a large and a
small trough, made out of pine logs, have
stood behind our smoke house over
twenty years, never having been empty,
the large one always holding soft soap,
the small one lye and soap grease. And
just here, ladies, allow me to say, I would
as soon try to keep house without a broom
or teakettle, as without soft soap.

I wish to thank the lady who told us
to make a paste of ﬂour-and-water and
wet the edge of the lower pie-crust with
it, then press the upper one well down
upon it, to prevent pies from boiling out.
I have tried this on something less than a
square mile of the great American pie
this summer, and not a pie has boiled
out. It is quickly done, too, and minutes
count these hot days. E. L. NYE.

lnrxnons.
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WHO MAKES POOR BREAD?

“It ain’t I, Kitty,” for I use E. S. B.’s
recipe. By the way what has become of
her, has she not got something else good
for the suﬁering kitChen people? I had
always been a “ salt rising ” bread maker,
but was very fond of yeast bread. I had
tried a great many times, but failed to
make good bread,’ until E. S. B.’s recipe
came, and I have had splendid bread ever
since. Have not tried to make salt-ri sing
since. I have varied from her rule some;
only make enough for two bakings, raise
it all at once; take only a handful of salt,

sugar and ﬂour; put it with the potatoes

and potato water and one yeast cake,
then let it rise. Take some wetting for
your bread, and a little more salt. It
makes lovely bread. Try it, all you who
have “ diabolical stuff.”
SIsTnn Lamas.
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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

MRS. M. C. M.

 

Gmss stains can be taken out by
wetting the spot in warm water, rub-
bing it with soap and as much common
baking soda as will adhere. Let remain
half an hour, and then wash out in warm
water.

 

ONE of our exchanges gravely cautions
its Household readers not to eat pie baked
without an opening in the top crust, as

a number of people were once made quite.

sick- by eating a pie of this unwholesome
nature! !

 

A LADY mends bags and rag carpets in
a very expeditious manner. She dissolves
some glue; and while hot stirs it into a
thick ﬂour paste which has been boiled.
Use this paste on the patches. putting
them on smoothly, pressing the edges
down well. Lay a weight on the patch,
or dry with a warm iron, placing a news-
paper over the place.

 

IT is a mistake to use cheap sugar for
putting up fruit. The best fruit and the
best sugar give the best results. The im-
purities in cheap sugar form a scum, and
are not .wholly removed by cooking,
making the juice turbid and dark colored
as well as injuring the ﬂavor. Use an
enameled or porcelain lined pan, and a
wooden spoon. Gather fruit for pre-
serving in dry weather.

 

Harper’s Bazar says the little red ant
and the large sized black ones can be
driven out of the pantry by the use of
pyrethrum, sprinkled under the paper on
the shelves, and on the edges of the frames
that hold the drawers. Not neatly served
in asauce plate, set on ashelf, with the
expectation that an odorless powder will
drive the vermin away by its mere pres-
ence. Cockroaches dislike borax, which
should be used as is the pyrethrum for
ants. Flies and mosquitoes are extermin-
ated by burning pyrethrum in the room,
with closed doors and windows. Pyre
thrum is perfectly harmless to man or

beast.
———Q.*_—

BABYHOOD, the new magazine devoted
to nursery matters, keeps well up to the
promise of its initial number. The in-
experienced mother of that wonderful
being, the “ﬁrst baby,” will ﬁnd it in—
valuable in instructing her to care for the
young life, and the woman who “ knows
all about babies” can yet get new light
on avariety of subjects from its pages.
Babyhood Publishing Co., 18 Spruce
St., New York City.

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DEAR ladies, if your communications
do not always appear in the issue of the
Household in which you expect them, do
do not hastily “jump to the conclusion”
that they are rejected. Copy for the
Household goes into the compositors’
hands as soon as the FARMER is published,
and Thursday noon generally sees the
little paper made up ready for the press.
If your letter comes in later, it must wait
over till another week; sometimes if it
comes on Wednesday there is so much al~
ready“ set” that there is no room for it,
for men can not stand round idle waiting
for possible letters. And even if your
letter is on time and put in type it may
be crowded out, since even a Household
has its limits. At least, don’t begin to
scold the Editor till you have been slight-
ed for at least three weeks.

 

HENRIETTA, of Richﬁeld, is reminded
that the Household does not publish an,—
onymous communications.

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' Contributed Recipes.

 

SPONGE PUDDING.—Three eggs; one cup of
sugar; one cup ﬂour; six tablespoonst of
cold water; one teaSpoonful of baking powder.
Steam three- quarters of an hour. Sauce: One
tablespoonful of butter; two of sugar; one-
small tablespoonful of ﬂour. Mix the ﬂour
with cold water; stir smooth; stir butter and su-
gar together. Turn a coffee cup of boiling water
into the ﬂour and water; then turn this on the
butter and sugar. Have ready the beaten
white of one egg and stir it in last . If too!
thick, thin with boiling water before the egg
is added. A delicious pudding. Mus. J. B.

DETROIT.

 

BBINE FOR Plexus—Three gallons of wa-
ter; three at cider or vinegar; three quarts of
salt; half pound of alum. Add peppers if you
choose. Heat the brine and pour into the
barrel used for pickles. Wash the cucumbers
and drop them in as you gather them. Put a
weight on to hold the pickles under the brine.
This is an easy method, and my pickles always
keep a year; would keep longer if desired.
Half these ingredients can be used for a smaller
amount of pickles. MRS. M. S.

Wasnsponr, N. Y.

ROAST SALT Foam—The following is a way
of cooking a farm house staple which is novel
and palatable, affording a desirable change
from the usual methods of cooking: Take a
piece of salt pork, fat and lean mixed if you
have it, freshen well with plenty of water, par-
boil it, and spread with a dressing of bread
crumbs, ﬁnely chopped onion, a small piece of
butter, pepper and salt, and a couple of well
beaten eggs. Roll well together and tie
tightly. Place in a dripping pan, with a little
water; dust with ﬂour and a little pepper, and
roast until a nice browu.

BEN. PERLEY Poonn’s 1’1ch]: RECIPE.—
Major Poore, a well known writer on agricul-
tural topics, drops into the culinary department
long enough to furnish the American Cultivator
with the following recipe for “ crisp, hard and
green” cucumber pickles: “To each hundred
of cucumbers, put a pint of salt, and pour on
boiling water sufﬁcient to cover the whole.
Cover them tight to prevent the steam from
escaping, and in this'condition let them stand
24 hours. They are then to be taken out , and
after being wiped perfectly dry. care being
taken that the skin is not broken, placed in
the jar in which they are to be kept. Boiling
vinegar (if spice is to be used it should be boil-

ed with the vinegar) is then to be put on them,
the jar closed tight, and in a fortnight deli-
cious, hard pickles are produced, as green as
the day they were upon the vines.”

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