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DETROIT, JULY 23., 185-38..

THE

'HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

 

 

ROLL-CALL.

Let us shoulder all those border 5.
Lying all along our way:

And anticipate the dutie e
That await us every day.

Let’s be strong to meet the harvest,
That has come to ts again;

W th its ceaseless mind of labor,
With its host 0! hungry men.

When the little silver time piece.
Chimes the m gic hour of four;

When the Ens: is ilushed with rose-tints.
We woud like jllSt one 1. up more.

We must. rise and light the ﬁre,
And the breaktast table set,

Skim the milk, av d feed the chickens,
Mix the bread and breakfast get.

Though the baby’s screaming murder—
Equilibrium we keep;

For we have {our extra farm hands,
Husband has a chance to sleep;

30 we tiptoe round in silence,
And we hush—a-bahy—bye,

Till the darling's off to dreamland
And we heave a thankful sigh.

Then we mould the bread and biscuit.
There are cherry pics to make,

Ginger cookies and some cruilers,
And a loaf ot jelly cake;

And there‘s beef to stew for din ner,
There are peas to pick and shell,

For those crock hands nev'er falter.
At tleven ring the bell. '

But as if an evil genius
My bad temper would provoke,
The wind of course has shifted.
And the kitchen stove will smoke;
And the small boy drives the tedder,
And the next in size the rake,
But we should not note their absence;
1! the oven would only bake.

But at last we rise triumphant,
As we see the tire burn;

And far oti‘ across the meadows
We fam liar forms discern.

And at last the dinner-‘8 ready,
Each man‘s hunger is appeased;

And we feel while washing dishe s.

We have passed it by forever,

It, at last, has reached an end.
Best to weary ones is coming,
Day and night in twilight blend.

Then the cricket in the corner
Chirps his cheerful little strain:
And the rcbin in the tree-top.

Sings his one “ cheer up “ refrain:
And like silent benediction,

Peace and quiet settle round.

And we think. 3 st for a moment.
heaven upon the earth was found.

0 l the picture of the country,
Painted soft in colors bright,
And our city cousins—really,
Are just crazy for a sight:
But to grasp the situation.

To understand a country life,
Don‘t ask the summer boarder,
Interview the farmer‘s wife.

BATTLE CREEK. BVAXGALlNl-S.

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BELLE ISLE.
Detroiters are begining to Speak of their
beautiful wave-washed park as “the island,”
as if there were but one imand in the world
and Detroit had it. And indeed, this city
is the only one, so far as my knowledge
gees, which possesses an iﬁl‘ll'ld park so
large, so beautiful. so convenient of access.
Originally Hog island, then christened
in champagne “Belle Isle”—-“besutiful
island”——by a gallant gentleman in honor
ofalovely lady of ﬁfty years ago, with so
courtly a grace that every lady present at the
baptism may have fancied herself the belle
thus complimented. it was something less
than ten years ago purchased by the city
for a public park, and has since been
cleared and embellished with much labor
and at many thousands of dollars’ expense.
It has been a bone of contention in the
council, and roundly “cussed” by the
economical taxpayer; the work done upon it

 

"Time‘s ietlock ” we have seized.

We must not forget the agent,
Who each year makes this his route '
He has a stylish turnout,
Greeley h: t and well blacked boot.
Sometimes it is a binder
Quite as often ‘tis a plow,
And he will talk f or three straight hourl-
On the why, which, wherefore, how

Then we ﬁre up the. cook stove
And the {lat ironswe heat;
Then press out the shirts and napkins,
LLkewzse tablecloth and sheet;
And again we note the clock-hands
Point 1?. at mystic hour of four:
Then proceed to till the kettle,
And prepare a meal once more.

And again we wash the dishes,
Set them on the shelf away;
And we vote without dissenslon

has been criticised. condemned and ap~
proved, almost in the same breath, by those
censors of public expenditures~the news-
papers. But the work has progressed
steadfastly, till of late all unite to praise
and rejoice in its beauty. and thousands
vi~it it every week to enjoy its refreshing
shade and cool breezes.

Though I have lived in Detroit eight
years, it was not until this summer that 1
set foot upon its soil, though 1 have rid~
den for hours at a time upon the steamers
which convey passengers to and fro. You
can spend the day, an’ it please you, riding
back and forth, for the modest s-un of ten
cents; it takes an hour to make the round
trip. and unless the day is too tropical and
the boats uncomfortably_ crowded, it is 3.

:‘rs: resi‘
Belle
made me
willing to View its charms at a respectful
distance. But, once introductd to those
Charms, 1 wan? to spend all my lehure there.

noon. The talesl heard at my
deuce here of the business habitx' or
Isle. inocqnlttws and rattlesnziktm

The oitl (Elir‘ll «lock, which was a mere
platform on wlairh one sweltewl in vllnr
shine or dissolved in a r‘iioWe)‘. has been
replaced by a large, commmliou- revered
wharf on the. American side. of tn:- island.
At the let't is me boat-house, where in my
thirst for statistics [counted ‘lils’ roe'hoats,
either rocking gent'y on the :ippLes' u: the
canal or stored under cover. One of Inese
can be rented for twenty-live certs an
hour, and an additional dime secures ' 1: oil-
cloth covered pancake yclept by courtesy a.
cushion. A broad graveled avenue. with
branching tout walks an drive-ways. leads
from the. dock to the Casino. a substantial
building with broad verandas entirely sur-
rounding it, from whose stunmit llotters the
stars and stripes, extending the aegis or their
protection over the wine and bottled beer
which may be obtained inside " for a con-
slderation.”

A canal crosses the lower end of the
sland, which is spanned by a number of
rustic bridges. made of wood with the bark
on it, which add not a little to the pictur-
esqueness of the view. The canal winds
about among the trees, terminating in an
artiﬁcial lake studded with little green
islands, some. of which were glowing with
beds of scarlet geraniums. A carriage way
separates the river and this " hand-made"
lake, which loses by its juxtaposition with
the larger body ol water. The canal is
generally ﬁlled with boats gliding to and
fro, and it is quite the fashion for young
ladies and misses to take a. turn at the oars.
There are no rocks or ravines on the island;
the landscape- gardener has had little to
work upon beyond forest and greensward,
and this cincture of still water, now ticwing
darkly through dim shadows, now basking;
in the sunshine, with its bridges and its
hosts, is quite an addition to island beauties,

Separating the curving driveway and
footwalks leading.r from the dock is a row of
maples which when they attain surhcien;
size will malt-.2- a beautiful shade for the
avenue; the line of trees is bordered by a
trimly kept edg‘ng of turt‘ and between its
green conﬁnes ﬂowers are thickly planted.

Many o: The .solthl trees have beds of
panJo-s or petunia-L: around their trunks,
and though .‘it-usanda of people pass to and
fro, no one seeur to ever gather a
and om 5

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where tut: is newly laid is the

 

 

 

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“0 WHERE SHALL REST BE FOUND?”

 

Surely not on a farm at this season.
HOUSEHOLD letters fora few weeks have
not been among the possibilities, and all on
account of my "tower.” My three weeks
of summer vacation from the farm were
spent in Kent and Muskegon Counties, in
cities, villages and country he "res, and a
very pleasant time it was. Remembering
the saying that “Short visits make long
friends,” I only tarried so little time with
our numerous “cousins and our aunts,”
that neither the party of the ﬁrst or of the
second part were wearied, but i have set
apart an immense picture gallery “in my
mind,” and it is crowned with beautiful
views, my mental camera producing them
at will, and they will not fade for many a
day or ever disappear entirely.

That day’s drive winding through the
second growthiimber that crowded close
up to the wheel track, gathering green
bouquets of sweet fern and running vine
and great armfulls of fragrant hemlock
boughs, the light emerald tips on the dark
background of old branches making each
little twig a thing of beauty; then up long
sand hills that had two tracks, the one for
the ascent being planked; past acres and
acres of vineyards, small fruits and vegc'
tables for the Chicago and Muskegon mar-
kets; around the high bluffs where the old
forest trees leaned obliquely over our head 5,
the natural bluff rising sheer from the
water, but a road was built of timbers and
slabs and we could go on and on; across
Mona Lake on a sort of pontoon bridge
nearlyahalf mile long, rising and falling
with the tide, the water coming up between
the plan ks at every step of the horses’ feet,
and for some distance the bridge sank to a
foot or more below the surface; then leaving
our vehicle and walking “Indian ﬁle”
up and down, in and out, until we stood on
the wreck-strewn shore of Lake Michigan
where the white-capped waves were rushing
landward, and we were children again
throwing our boats out to sea, each swell
bringing them nearer and the under tow in-
variably sucking them down so that, al-
though they came almost within arms
length, we could never quite grasp them
again; then in the inlet going out hand in

' hand with cautious steps on a piece of nar-

row timber that settled to the wetting of feet,
all to see and poke with our parasols those
great sturgeon that were vainly trying to
get out of their prison cribs, Oh! it was all
enjoyable.

Then all the beauty and bustle of Muske-
gon and Grand Rapids, for although the
latter stands second to Detroit it in no way
resembles it. Sometimes in driving we
looked up, up, to where the buildings were
far above the street, and other streets were
built up as far above the original level, hills
that only the cable cars could climb, and
short streets that were only a flight of stairs
and no drive-way at all. The broad, shal-
low river is spanned by many bridges and
furnishes power for the immense furniture
factories that make that city famous all
over the world. At Cedar Springs we en-
joyed more of the home life, the Children’s
Day exercises, lectures and sociables being
always appreciated.

It is good for any one to leave their own

 

cares and crosses for a time and go out into
other homes, for they will surely ﬁnd that
there are many kinds and dogmas of trouble.
Though we visited the widow and the
fatherless, feeling that their bereavement
could not be measured, yet when we went
out from one beautiful city home knowing
of the life of absolute fear and danger be-
cause the hue band and father, after eighteen
years of domestic felicity, had become a
raving maniac, his one overwhelming pas-
sion being to murder the wife whom he had
so fondly cherished, and having now been
for ten years an “incurable.” Knowing so
much as we learned there of the horror of it
all. the feeling that it was a grief so heavy
that the lives of wife and children were
blighted by it, with no hope of release,
then it was that we realized, as never be-
fore, that there is trouble worse than death.
Taking that view of it, it is something to
be thankful for when we can close the eyes
of our own loved ones after their peaceful
death and know that they are at rest safe
from such sufferings as those wildly insane
brains must endure.

This is not just such a letter as I meant
to write, for I intended to tell the HOUSE-
HOLD sisters of some of the home made
fancy work that I learned about, but that

must now wait until another from
WASHINGTON. El. SEE.

____—w—-—-——

ONE WOMAN’S VIEWS OF WOMAN
IN POLITICS.

Woman in politics will be as woman is
in all things else, ﬁckle, false and ﬁerce.
She will leave home withaballot in her
hand, which before reaching the poll will be
changed more times than there are candi-
dates. lu conventions, in the holding of
ofﬁce, she will prove false to friend and
country. Wherever she meets opposition
she will be ﬁerce and unreasonable. There
will be wrangling and wire-pulling in ways
that never entered into the heart of man.
In debate you will hear not arguments but
sharp, personal, bitter, slanderous retort.

GE've woman unlimited power and you
make of her a tyrant. In her judgments
she would be guided every time by 'her
sympathies rather than the merits of the
case. She would seek to control our morals,
our religion, our consciences, by legislation.
The foregoing does not refer to the “ As
votes my dear John so vote I” woman.
That class do but little good and but little
harm. Neither does the foregoing refer to
the perfect, noble type of womanhood which
is occasionally found, but to that class
which will and do assume leadership in
order that self may be elevated. Nor is
this merely prophecy, for such woman has
been in the past, and such woman willbe
in the future. “That which hath been is
now, and that which is to he hath already
been.”

At the Woman’s Convention did not the
utterances of Mrs. Stanton, one of the
strongest and best of the women suffragists,
prove how ﬁerce and vindictive woman can
be? '

The Female Suﬁragist Society at Washing-
ton passed resolutions calling upon all
women to withdraw from the Methodist
Episcopal church if their pastor supported
the General Conference in regard to non-

 

admittance of women delegates. Seeking
to control our religion, is it not?

The noble women of the W. C. T. U.,.
who have bravely fought the liquor traffic~
with some success and many failures, now
assert that its suppression can come only
through the prohibition party, that the only
salvation for our country is to put its tru-t
in this prohibition party, and yet the W.
C. T. U. say to that party, “Unless you
put a suffrage plank in your platform, we‘
will no longer support you.” With them
the right to vote outweighs “ for God and
home and native land.”

Some prominent woman—I can not rc--
call her name nor her exact language—but
it expressed this idea, that woman shOufd
and would cast her vote for the best man,
irrespective Of party. Exactly like a woman!
How is one to know which is the best un-
less personally acquainted with each cant
didate in the ﬁeld? One can not rely upon
the press, fer the press exalts or defames
according as it is for or against the victim
u should say candidate). Vote for the man
rather than the party; for the man rather-
than measure! The man represents the
principles of the party, not the party the
principles of the man. You will not ﬁnd a
strong protectionist at the head of a free
trade party, and if he were he would not
act otherwise than as free traders dictated.

What would be the result of woman in
politics? It would be to increase what is
called the ﬂoating vote, and that would
prove a curse to the country. There would-
be lack of stability and an uncertainty
that would greatly injure business. It
would be “ Give me this, give me that, or I
will join hands with the anarchist; I
will support the other party," voting one
year with one party, the next with another,
whose avowed principles are as different as
good and evil. Any one can see what the
result would be.

Talk about civil service reforml if woman
were in politics she would be decidedly
opposed to it, she would be civil in nothing.
In fact woman in politics will beacom--
plete failure, and the results extremely disr
astrous. Jaxxnrrn.

U sei‘ul Recipes.

 

ENGLISH CHEESE Carina—Four ounces of
butter beaten with a. wooden spoon in a warm
pan until it is creamed; four ounces of pow-
dered sugar; beat well, then add the yolk of
one egg, beat, and add one whole egg: beat
again and stir in four ounces of clean cur-
rants. Line patty pans with rich pun naster
ﬁll half full, dust with sugar and bake in a
good oven.

 

LEMON Cinemas—Prepare the lemon by
grating the yellow rind of two good-sized
ones. One pound sugar; one half pound but-
ter; one and a fourth pounds ﬂour. Mix, and
set in a cool place or on ice for two hours;
then cut into squares or circles. Dust the
crackers with granulated sugar, or brush
with white of egg.

 

TOMATO Bertram—Five quarts tomatoes;
six quarts of apples: stew, separately. mix
well, then add six pounds of sugar; two table--
spoonfuls of ground cloves and three table-
spoonfuls of cinnamon. Let boll up and put "
into jars and seal.

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

  

  
 
 

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DETROIT, JULY 21, 1888.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

ROLL—HALL.

Let us shoulder all those burder s,
Lying all along our way;

And anticipate the duties
That await us every day.

Let's be strong to meet the harvest,
That has come to us again;

W th its ceaseless rourd of labor,
With its host ot hungry men.

When the little silver time piece,
Chimes the nglc hour of four;

When the East is ﬂushed with rose-tints.
We would like just one s ap more.

We must rise and light the ﬁre,
And the break! ast table set,

Skim the milk, av d feed the chickens,
Mix the bread and breakfast get.

Th ougn the baby's screaming murder——
Equilibrium we keep;

For we have four extra farm hands,
Husband has a chance to sleep;

80 we tip‘toe round in silence,
And we hush—a-baby-bye,

Till the darling‘s oii’ to dreamland
And we heave a thankful sigh.

Then we mould the bread and biscuit,
There are cherry pies to make,

Ginger cookies and some crullers,
And a loaf ot jelly cake;

And there’s beef to stew for dinner,
There are peas to pick and shell.

For those clock hands never falter,
At eleven ring the bell. '

But as if an evil genius
My bad temper would provoke.
The wind of course has shifted,
And the kitchen stove will smoke;
And the small boy drives the tedder,
And the next in size the rake,
But we should not note their absence;
If the oven would only bake.

But at last we rise triumphant,
As we see the fire burn;
And far oil“ across the meadows
We fam liar forms discern.
And at but the dinner’s ready,
Each man’s hunger is appeased;
And we feel while washing dishes,
"Time's fetlock “ we have seized.

We must not forget the agent,
Who each year makes this his route:
He has a stylish turn-out,
Greeley hat and well blacked boot.
Sometimes it is a binder
Quite as often ‘tis a plow,
And he will talk for three straight hours
On the why, which, wherefore, how.

Then we ﬁre up the cook stove
And the ﬂat irons we heat;
Then press out the shirts and napkins,
Likewise tablecloth and sheet;
And again we note the clock-hands
Point tt at myatic hour of four:
Then proceed to till the kettle,
And prepare a meal once more.

And again we wash the dishes,

Set them on the shelf away;
And we vote without dissenslon
There was never such a day;

We have passed it by forever,

It, at last, has reached an end,
Best to weary ones is coming,
Day and night in twilight blend.

Then the cricket in the corner
Chirps his cheerful little strain:
And the robin in the tree-top,

Sings his one“ cheer up " refrain:
And like silent benediction,

Peace and quiet settle round,

And we think, 5 .st for a moment.
Heaven upon the earth was found.

Obi the picture of the country,
Painted soft in colors bright,
And our city cousins—really,
Are just crazy for a sight;
But to grasp the situation.

To understand a country hfe,
Don’t ask the summer boarder,
Interview the farmer‘s wife,

BATTLE Cans. EVANGALINE.

BELLE ISLE.

Detroiters are begining to Speak of their
beautiful wave-washed park as “the Island,”
as if there were but one island in the world
and Detroit had it. And indeed, this city
is the only one, so far as my knowledge
goes, which possesses an island park so
large, so beautiful, so convenient of access.
Originally Hog Island, then christened
in champagne “Belle Isle”—“beautiful
island”——by a gallant gentleman in honor
of a lovely lady of ﬁfty years ago, with so
courtly a grace that every lady present at; the
baptism may have fancied herself the belle
thus complimented, it was something less
than ten years ago purchased by the city
for a public park, and has since been
cleared and embellished with much labor
and at many thousands of dollars’ expense.
1t has been a bone of contention in the
council, and roundly “cussed” by the
economical taxpayer; the work done upon it
has been criticised, condemned and ap-
proved, almost in the same breath, by those
censors of public expenditures—the news-
papers. But the work has progressed
steadfastly, till of late all unite to praise
and rejoice in its beauty, and thousands
visit it every week to enjoy its refreshing
shade and cool breezes.

Though I have lived in Detroit eight
years, it was not until this summer that I
set foot upon its soil, though I have rid~
den for hours at a time upon the steamers
which convey passengers to and fro. You
can spend the day, an’ it please you, riding
back and forth, for the modest sum of ten
cents; it takes an hour to make the round
trip, and unless the day is too tropical and
the boats uncomfortably_ crowded, it is a

 

   

noon. The tales i heard at my ﬁrst resi-
dence here of the business habits of Belle
Isle mosquitoes and rattlesnakes made me
willing to view its charms at a respectful
distance. But, once introduced to those
charms, 1 want to spend all my leisure there
The old ope-n dock, which was a mere
platform on which one swelteretl in sun-
shine or dissolved in a shower. has been
replaced by a large, commodious covered
wharf on the American side of the island.
At the left is the boat-house, where in my
thirst for statistics I counted 1:58 rowboats,
either rocking gently on the ripples or the
canal or stored under cover. One of these
can be rented for twenty-ﬁve cents an
hour, and an additional dime secures an oil-
cloth covered pancake yclept by courtesy a
cushion. A broad graveled avenue, with
branching foot walks and drive-ways, leads
from the dock to the Casino. a substantial
building with broad verandas entirely sur-
rounding it, from whose summit ﬂutters the
stars and stripes, extending the aegis of their
protection over the wine and bottled beer
which may be obtained inside “ for a con—
sideration.”

A canal crosses the lower end of the
siand, which is spanned bya number of
rustic bridges, made of wood with the bark
on it, which add not a little to the pictur-
esqueness of the view. The canal winds
about among the trees, terminating in an
artiﬁcial lake studded with little green
islands, some of which were glowing with
beds of scarlet geraniums. A carriage way
separates the river and this “ hand-made”
lake, which loses by its juxtaposition with
the larger body of water. The canal is
generally ﬁlled with boats gliding to and
fro, and it is quite the fashion for young
ladies and misses to take a turn at the ears.
There are no rocks or ravines on the island;
the landscape gardener has had little to
work upon beyond forest and greensward,
and this cincture of still water, now ﬂowing
darkly through dim shadows, now basking
in the sunshine, with its bridges and its
boats, is quite an addition to istand beauties.

Separating the curving driveway and
footwalks leading from the dock is a row of
maples which when they attain sufﬁcient
size will make a beautiful shade for the
avenue; the line of trees is bordered by a
trimly kept edging of turf and between its
green conﬁnes ﬂowers are thickly planted.
Many of the isolated trees have beds of
paneles or petunias around their trunks,
and though thousands of people pass to and
fro, no one seems to ever gather a blossom,
and only where turf is newly laid is the

 

very delightful way of spending an after-

 

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THE HO USEHOLD.

 

some large beds of foliage plants and the
ubiquitous scarlet geranium, and several in
designs pricked out in altern antheras. Cer-
tain old stumps have been utilized as sup-
ports for rustic bark-covered boxes, ﬁlled
with ﬂowers and vines which seem growing
out of the stumps. In front of the Casino
is a very unique bed; bark covered slabs set
upright form the centre. which is perhaps
ﬁve feet high, in this a tropical looking
palm is set and vines trail over the edge;
around this is another, lower circle, also de-

ﬁned with slabs and ﬁlled with plants, and-

then a wider circle slightly raised, and
sweet wit-h ﬂowers. Rustic seats, made of
boughs of trees still clothed with the native
bark, are scattered thickly in shady spots
and wherever a pretty view may be ob-
tained. The magniﬁcent forest trees, some
of which must have been saplings when
Cadillac sailed up the broad Detroit, have
been spared wherever possible and have
aided not a little in making the park beauti-
ful; we had rot to wait for the trees to
grow. There isatool‘house. made in the
guise of a rustic cottage, which I have
decided shall be the model for my humble
cot when my Spanish galleons enable me to
own a summer home. 1 cannot describe it,
further than that it is made of slabs and
boughs of trees with the bark on, and is
altogether too pretty to store wheelbarrows
and spades in. I never saw so pretty and
tasteful a cottage—one so in harmony with
my idea of summer life in the woods—at
any summer resort. There is a bate-ball
‘diamond,” and a parade ground; a
police-station for the warning of evil doers;
a deer park where are kept a dozen or so of
these timid animals, which seem to have
lost all fear and readily approach to take
from your hand your contributions of fresh
clover or fruit. A pair of eagles seem very
uncomfortable in conﬁnement, and viciously
pull and jerk at the dry sticks which form
their nest; and several species of owls wink
and blink at the curious behind the wire
netting which baﬂies their attempts to
escape. Snake stories are now regarded as
ﬁctions of a disordered imagination.
Mosquitoes? Welllshould say yes. But
I have seen them just as numerous when I
lived at home on the farm. Sitting at
twilight in a spur commanding a view of
rippling waters and rainbow-tinted clouds,
we listened to his gentle song, acloud of
ﬁsh-ﬂies, gauzy-winged, innocuous crea-
tures, settled upon us as lightly as thistle‘
down, a wandering ﬁreﬂy let his pale lamp
in the grass at our feet, but when a big
pinch-bug came tumbling along in its
awkward, ungainly fashion, Fidus Achates,
who had been distraitly fighting these
various insect callers, jumped up in a great
hurry, exclaiming, “Great heavens, the
mosquitoes are getting bigger and bigger.
Let’s go home!” _

A dozen of us made a little picnic party
here on the Fourth, by way of expressing
our approbation of the good work done by
the signers of the famous Declaration one
hundred and twelve years ago. There were
thousands of people on the island, the
Casino was overﬂowing, the canal crowded
with boats, everybody was parspiring and
good-natured. There were family parties,
from the grandmother to the babe in arms,

 

 

and the lone man who was celebrating on his
own responsibility; there was the young
man with his best girl, who wanted her as
Achilles wanted Briseus, all to himself,
and was vainly seeking a spot where he
thought he could enjoy a tete a tete, and
there was the youth'who had ventured to
incur the ﬁnancial responsibilities of two
girls and divided his attentions as impar-
tially as the peanuts he bought; there was
the giddy young thing of forty who was so
afraid of snakes, and the restless woman
who was always sure a location a little
further on would be more shady, and in-
sisted on picking up the picnic parapher-
nalia and moving onward. There was the
industrious workman whose holidays were
rare, with wife and little ones. and the
dude endeavoring to swallow his cane. Yet
among all these, of differing rank and
station in life, meeting on a common plane
of democratic equality, I heard not one
quarrelsome word. no loud talking, no dis-
turbance, no lawlessness, everybody was
peaceful and well-behaved. Even the street
arabs were quiet; and the squirrels came
down from the tree tops and whisked about
in search of a free lunch, and were not
molested beyond an occasional “ Hi there!”

Some one has called public parks “the
breathing places of cities.” And to the
little children who grow up in tenements,
and the workmen whose days are spent
amid the deafening noise of machinery,
the quiet, the shade, the green turf, the
ripple of song from the bird in the tree-top,
must seem to a soul capable of being lifted
above sordid cares, glimpses of the " peace
which passeth all understanding.”

BEATRIX.
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ON THE HILLS.

 

Not the ancient seven of classic story,
but the grand old “Pompey Hill,” which
has purer air and water, and is nearer
heaven than any other inhabited spot in
this State. It is noted for its beautiful
scenery, its cool breezes whose wings are
never scorched by sultry suns, its long.
snow-drifting winters; and celebrated for
its distinguished sons to be found in every
part of the Union: in the senate and legis-
lative halls, in the judiciary of the nation,
in the armies of the Union, in the profes-
sions, and in all useful pursuits. Those
born and educated in this town have linked
themselves with the growth and welfare of
the nation, and at the great reunion held
here sixteen years age, the children of
Pompey came from the Atlantic and the
Pacific coast, from the north and the far
south of our country. Looking out over its
fair ﬁelds, emerald slopes, and fertile val'
leys, I do not wonder the sons and daugh-
ters of old Pompey exclaim with all their
hearts,

“ Thy name 1 love.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills."

It is really not my fault that I was not
born on this celebrated Hill, but as the
birthplace and early home of my mother
and her ancestors, it is full of interest to me.
The old homestead where the family settled
at the beginning of the century is still oc-
cupied by one of the descendants, a
bachelor uncle past middle life whose eye is

 

as keen and heart as merry as any youth’s.

I feel the past arise; scene after scene
seems to pass before the mind in the slow-
moving kaleidoscope of time, and one
catches something of the delicate adjust
ment, the ﬁne ‘relation of events each to the
other, and their wide-reaching inﬂuence
upon the generations which have come
down from the “Fathers.” There arises
the early struggle of the pioneers upon this,
one of the frontier stations of civilization,
when the forests covered the land as with a
pail. The ﬁrst settlers placed their homes
upon the hilltops where they could get light
and air and look out over the great ocean
of waving green. Here they felled the trees
and cultivated with painful toil the slender
crops. Amid all their toil and privation
they founded the old academy which has
been of national consequence, It stands
here to-day, time-worn and weather-beaten,
yet every crack and crevice crowded with
memories of the past. -

Wandering about the old homestead, I
see again the old house peopled by those
who have gone “into the silent lands;”
there are faces at the lonely windows, and
the departed enter through the open door.
I see the shadows fall across the sunny
ﬂoor, the shining myrtle creeps around the
yard, and the roses blossom just as they
used to do ﬁfty years ago. I can see “the
mother” as a child. There are no white
hairs above her brow, her check is round
and fair. The great hope and wonder of
childhood ﬁll her being. The mystery of
life thrills the soul. and the loneliness of
death unfolds its story to the child heart.
Even here by this window, she used to sit
and “weep and wonder.” Ah well! it is
for us that life teaches the low, sweet com—
munion of sorrow. It touches us with a
blessing springing out of the eternal calm.
Nature stamps her fairest features clearest
upon our hearts. Life gathers into deepest
remembrance the most beautiful inﬂuences,
and from the seeming shadows about us
fashions Some tender reality to soothe our
pain.

I have seen for the ﬁrst time the row of
white stones bearing the family name in
the cemetery. What a beautiful country this
quiet city overlooks! They who fell asleep
here made the wilderness blossom, they
struggled with privation, trial and storm.
until their rugged hearts grew weary and
they were laid on this lovely eminence
facing the lighted east, where the sun daily
climbs over the embosomed hills and kisses
the waving grass above their dust. Here
one feels in the presence of peace and
holiness, the peace of life immortal, and
the holiness of Godl

How many graves bear this one name I
know! Perhaps these lives have touched
me nearer in inﬂuence, yet I feel as I look
at the other stones, “They all belong to
me.” There is nothing at all “our own."
As the great overshadowmg sky, the sunny
landscape, and the soft sweeping air are the
heritage of all, so is that we call death and
sorrow the heritage of all. We are bound
by the mighty relationship of life, united-
by the inﬁnite links of love. We cannot

step outside this unity, and the heart-throb
of one hu-nan life touches and vibrates the
chord of universal sympathy. _ Even while

 

 


 

THE HOUSEHOLD.

    

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our hands cling tothe frail dust, and our
tears fall fast upon the earth billowy with
our dead, life woos us with the promise of
the future. The luminous presence within
shows us all we have hoped for, all we
have loved, even more that we have
dreamed, eternal in the future!

Ponrnr HILL, N. Y. S. M. G.

_-____w

HOME ADORNMENTS.

 

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ll’apcr read by Mrs. K. II. Bangs. of Paw 1’an

at the joint meeting of the West Michigan and

State Horticultural Societies]

Home is one of the dearest words to the
American people, and by an instinct
divinely implanted and carefully nurtured
by all English-speaking people, we cluster
around it high and holy thoughts. When
all else fails us, we turn with assurance to
the trinity of “ Mother, Home and Heaven.”
With many, the idea of the three is so
interwoven, interlaced, and bound about
WlZ-I‘. the bands of close association, that
they are inseparable. These ideas are
safeguards, protecting us as armor in our
struggle with the world.

The French, in the poverty of their
language, have no word with which to
translate our “home.” They have man-
sions, houses, and palaces, but no home.
To a close observer, or the careful student,
this furnishes a key to much in the char-
acter of the volatile Frenchman, for surely
our homes have much to do with the forma-
tion of those qualities that make or mar
hair-an lives. Our welfare as a nation de-
pends largely upon our homes. The ten-
dency of the times is toward massing all
forces and in this mad rush and push fora
grand aggregate we lose sight of the in-
dividual power or unit, in which the most
of :s are more intimately interested and
responsible.

Great minds are turning back and looking
to tee homes of the common people for the
preservation of this nation, seeking for its
perpetuation in the home education; and
what shall we do but make them worthy
such hope and trust, clustering around them
all that is pure and of good repute.

Not often is a great climax reached at one
bound, but it is usually the culmination of
many minor efforts, each factor doing its
own complements] work.

Again, it seems instinctive to adorn our
persons, our homes, and whatever we hold
dear; nor is this conﬁned to civilized races,
nor'even to the human. The feathered
tribes dress their gay plumage and parade in
the sunlight; the sombre-relied birds have
compensation for their lack of bright
feathers, and by their song call our atten—
tion and claim our admiration. Even the.
modest violet lifts her head as high as she
can and sends forth her fragrance to at-
tract our notice, then refuses to be distilled,
proving the love of embellishment universal.

I ﬁnd in most homes decoration is left
entirely to the women and children, more
from habit and custom than for any other
reason; but, unaided, woman only imper-
fectly accomplishes even this, work—but
when there is unity of purpose you will ﬁnd

the result satis factory.

Do not plant all trees for the money there

particular in our American homes

world of ours that dollars and cents will not
buy. A small lawn well kept is more orna-
mental than a large one where vegetation
runs riot, trees and shrubbery untrimmed,
the whole lumbered up with farming im-
plements of styles old, middle-aged. and
new. This plan is expensive, and though
very common I would not recommend it.
Tidinrrss out of doors, no less than indoors,
has a peculiar charm for all. it gives
an air of thrift, shows up the owner’s
ability in more lights than one. There is
not thought enough given to this matter.
Give it a careful consideration and you
will ﬁnd more in it than you are willing to
trust entirely to the weaker portion of your
household. Think that your surroundings
not only aid in the education of your chil-
dren, but you stamp upon them your own
character. Make them fair to look upon,
not forgetting that everything has its in-
ﬂuence.

The good minister who was troubled be-
cause his sons, one after another, left the
home nest for the sea, seeking a solution of
the problem, asked his youngest son. who
replied: “Father. we have lived under the
inspiration of this picture of the sounding.
foaming ocean bearing a sailing vessel.”

Gath;r around you the works of the best
authors. Do not clutter up your table with
a superfluity of books. A great deal has
been said in the last decade about a dearth
of reading matter in our homes, until now
peeple are rushing with characterisric
impetuosity to the other extreme and they
read too much, and mental indigestion is
the result. Assimilation is not carried on
and the last estate is nearly as bad as the
ﬁrst.

I heard a woman not long since, rather
boastingly declare that about twenty papers
and periodicals found their way weekly
into her home and were read. too. ller
mind did not grow in proportion to the
amount of food consumed. None can, when
gorged to that extent. A little reading
every day, and a greater exercise of thought.
of brain power, would produce a ﬁner effect
in the way of adornment. Cheap pictures?
Yes, I would use them. sparingly, if the
state of one’s ﬁnances would not allow of a
greater expenditure. lwould prefer a steel
engraving to a chrome. such as are given
with every twenty-ﬁve cents’ worth of
laundry soap. Bits of coloring can be
given with a bouquet of cut l owers, or with
two or three potted plants. Will; easy
chairs made from old barrels, and tables
from drygoods boxes. 1 have but :ittie
syrnpaihy. The real ouilay r: seeds the
satisfaction in the result, and exiterience
usually proves that. a good article could have
been purchased at the store for bu little if
any more money.

Again, adorn your homes with good man-
ners. 1 must own to a great lack in this
and to
this in great measure we may trace the dis-
satisfaction with life in the country, and the
many sneers “countryfolk ” receive are
largely due to this cause. There is no rea-
son why gentility and politeness should not
reign in a country home as well as in any
part of the world. Politeness, deﬁned as
digniﬁed complaisance and kindness, not

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is in them. There are things aﬂoat in this

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made to ornament every home; and it will
become an element of strength as well.

The ideal home should be the home in the
country. Nowhere else can so much of
beauty and brightness, so many of the good
things of life, and so few of its ills, be
brought together as there, if to our home
I fe we give the best there is in us.

-————-——.o.————

A SUNDAY SERMON.

 

Sam Jones. the much talked of revivalist.
preached in Windsor on Sunday. July 1st.
and all Windsor and part of Detroit ﬂocked
to hear him. His peculiar method of im-
pressing religious truth upon an audience
has been so often mentioned in the papers
that we are not. astonished at his utterances.
which often savor of irreverence, and are so
slangy and uncouth that they would not be
for one moment tolerated from any one but
Sam Jones. The valiant Jones, who does
not disdain to, as he says, “ light the devil
with his own arsenal,” is not prepossessing
in appearance. He is tall and lank and
awkward; his gestures are uncouth, his
long arms are constantly in motion and re-
mind one of the arms of a windmill in a
high wind; he wipes his brow. strokes his
moustache with both hands, and draws
down his thin share nose between thumb
and foreﬁnger almost constantly.

The ﬁrst part of his discourse in the
afternoon was not unlike that of any other
preacher. Perhaps ne saw his audience
was surprised and disappointed, and ques-
tioning Whence this man’s fame? for at
the last he branched out in a fashion
peculiarly Saul Jones-ish. Some things he
said were so coarse as to be disgusting to
persons of any reﬁnement whatever; these
1 shall not repeat—they were not worth it.
Some savored oi irreverence, and some
sustained his reputation for originality.

ne thing he said was: “Yes, you sit back
and sing ‘ Jesus paid it all.’ ‘ Jesus paid it

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all,” just as if you had nothing to do
about it. 1 tell you Jesus didn’t pay it all;

He calls on you to plank down all you’ve
got. and if ’taint enough He’ll raise the rest
of it.” Speaking of narrow-minded and
illiberal persons he said: "Such persons
have souls so small I could cram them all
into my vest pocket and never know there
was anything there except when l was feel-
ing for my toothpick." And again: “ Their
souls are so small you could pack ’em into a
sardine box. put a one cent stamp on it
and send it straight through to hell without
any more postage.” (it will be observed
Air. Jones does not use the reviseu edition
of the Scriptures.) lie quoted that pas-
sage which says "Even the devils believe
and tremble," and told his hearers they
believed but did not know enough to get
scared; he quoted again, “ Believe and be
baptized;" and said according to that all
that was wanted was a puddle of water
somewhere andturu the devils in and you’d
have alo: of Christians slashing around.
lie caused a peculiar sensation among his
audience when he said. after meditatively
scanning the sea of faces before him: “I
don’t think lwaw ever before tangled up
with such a crowd of ulgy men as I see

here to-day." Some of those present

 

snobbishness, should be cultivated and

    

evidently resented the personal reference.


 

THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

 

but were calmed when he continued:
“Thank God it is no crime to be ugly.
When God wants a good woman he makes
her as symmetrical as an angel, but when he
wants a good man He makes him ugly as a
mud fence. I never sawa pretty man who
wasworth killing.” TlllS amends honorable
was evidently relished by some of those
present, who by rights ought to have given
the preacher a quarter for his “ taﬁy.”

“ My wife’s husband,” by which title Mr.
Jones is fond of referring to himself, does
not believe in the Scripture doctrine of
giving in secret, letting not “ the right
hand know what the left doeth.” His
laudations-of his own liberal giving made
some of his hearers a triﬂe tired. This is
how he “makes money out of the Lord:”
.“ I bought a suit of clothes for a drunkard
out in Texas, to give him a start. A few
days afterward a man made me a present
of a new suit. The suit I got was worth
$75; the one I bought for the drunkard was
$30; I made 545 on that deal.” He excused
the length of his discourse by the remark:
“Don’t get tired, I’m watching the clock.
1 don’t often get a lick at you and I want
to make the most of the opportunity.

Mr. Jones delivered some hot shot on the
prohibition question. “ You can’t pray
whiskey out of the country; you’ve got to
vote it out. What are you whining round
God for, asking Him to put it out, when
God don’t vote, nor the angels don’t vote?”
“ A preacher too pious to make prohibition
speeches ought to have his wings budded so
he’d have no use for street cars. Men who
are nothing but ministers of the gospel are
small potatoes. God wants ninety-nine
per cent man and one per cent preacher.”

Mr. Jones has a plan of levying contri-
butions which is quite unique. The purpose
of his visit to Windsor was to help the
church raise the debt of 8500 on the organ.
Over half the sum was donated at the
morning service, and Sam struck the after-
noon audience for $280, which, with the
former donations, would wipe out the $500
debt and leave the church a balance of
3100. He informed the audience there was
to be “no sneaking,” and ordered the
main entrance doors to be locked. This
not being done promptly he said: “Lock
these doors, all of them; 1 mean business 1”
Then he informed us the only means of
exit would be the narrow door back of the
pulpit, to reach which every person must
pass by the extended plate designed to
hold the lucre. He was “going to shake
hands with every member of the congrega-
tion before they went out,” he said, and so
he did—those who contributed. And the
donations were liberal, for the plate was
emptied again and again before the crowd
in the church, packed as closely as possible,
got past the “ stand and deliver ” point.

I confess that, so far as I am concerned,
a little Sam Jones goes a good ways. I
don’t want any more of that style of
preaching. He was constantly urging his
hearers to “ do as Jesus did,” but I could
not help thinking it might be as well to talk
as Jesus did instead of using so much slang,
such outre expressions, and trying so hard
to be funny and make people laugh. There
are classes of people to whom what I have
heard called his “homely originality of style”

 

 

might appeal with force; he might address
an audience of coal miners or dock whol-
lOpers with effect, but to the ordinary
church-goer his methods savor too much of
irreverence for things they have been ac-

customed to regard with veneration.
BEATRIX.

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THE FRONT HAIR.

The American Cultivator gives some
useful information to the girls with hangs
in a late issue, which we reproduce for the
beneﬁt of our Michigan girls:

One of the most trying things to the
average woman during the summer is the
arrangement of the front hair. It is in
this season of the year that the fortunate
possessor of the straight bang enjoys un-
ruffled serenity, for no matter how warm
the day, there is no danger of the hair
coming out of curl, while her less fortunate
sisters are in an agony of dread lest the
perspiration shall straighten their curls. It
is a pity that the straight bang is not, more
becoming to the majority of faces, it is so
easily cared for and kept in place, but aside
from children and very young girls this ar-
rangement of the front hair is not recom-
mended. To be sure. occasionally will be
met women who have retained their youth-
ful faces, even though their hair is gray,
and with such people the bang does not look
out of place, but, on the contrary, is most
becoming. As these kinds of faces are very
rare, and few women care to make frights
of themselves, even for the sake of comfort,
the curled front is the most used, owing to
its suitability to all faces.

There is a great deal in cutting the front
hair at ﬁrst, and if this can be done by an
experienced person, it will sit much better
and give less trouble in doing up, as few
people can cut the hair the same length on
both sides. If it is cut right at ﬁrst and
trimmed occasionally it will be much easier
to care for. When this is done at home cut
thick enough for two rows of curls. Comb
down that intended for the ﬁrst row and cut
the length required, cutting a little shorter
at the sides than the centre. Now, comb
down the top row and cut the same. with
the exception that it must be a little shorter
than the bottom. The length at ﬁrst will
depend upon whether the forehead is high
or low, as the latter should have a shorter
bang than the former to look well.

When doing up the front hair it is a good
plan to roll the upper row of curls toward
the back and the lower row toward the front,
and when brushed or combed out the bang
will have a pretty, ﬂuffy appearance that it
will not possess if both are rolled the one
way. There are many kinds of crimpers
and curlers in the market, but the kind we
like best is a tiny black wooden roller with
a loop of elastic at one end. It makes a
loose puff that is very soft and ﬂuffy when
brushed in place. The objection to this
roller is that with the heat it is apt to grow
sticky, but this can be overcome by cover-
ing it with thin paper. Some use tissue for
this purpose, but common writing paper is
good, cut to tit the roller and fastened wish
mucilage. Before doing up the front hair
always brush it thoroughly. Cold tea is
said to be excellent to keep the hair in curl,
many women using this in preference to
any other proparation. Wet the hair with

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the tea before doing up, roll up and let re—
main fill morning. When let out it will be
very soft and easily handled. Another
very good preparation is to get an ounce of
quince seeds, put in a quart of water and let
simmer for twanty minutes, then strain,
bottle, add a little scent, and it is ready for
use. This preparation is said to keep the
hair in curl in the warmest weather. The
white of an egg is also good for this pur-
pose. Athin solution of isinglass is liked
by some to keep the hair in curl. Any of
the above recipes are good if used correctly.

W»...

A FAIR LANDSCAPE.

 

I will not speak on politics, nor infringe
on “woman’s rights,” but will talk of
something pleasing to the eye. 0n the
east end of our farm there is one of the
most extensive and beautiful landscape
views in the county or‘ Allegan. Standing
on one foot of ground and casting your
eyes around, you can see a large part of
three different counties, Allegan, Kalama-
zoo and Barry, six different townships,
and by movingalittle two more, making
eight--Gun Plains. Otsego,Martin, Wayland~
Cooper, Alamo, Orangeville and Prairieville.
In the early morning with the sun behind
you, to look down on the villages of Plain-
well and Otsego, the one three, the other six
miles distant, is a very interesting sight; on
a clear day the pines in Wayland, some
twelve miles distant, are very plain. In
winter and summer alike, to me there is
always something grand to look on the
works of nature, and whenIam on that
hill 1 often think I am not shut out entirely
from the world.

If I were the housekeeper 1 would always
have a ﬁrst and second class dishcloth, and
they would each hang on their own peg.

PLAINWELL. ANTI-OVER...

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U seful Recipes.

 

SPICED Cashews—Nine pounds of fruit;
four pounds of sugar: one pint of vinegar;
one ounce cinnamon; one-half ounce cloves.
Boil the syrup, tying the spices in a bag;
cook the fruit till the skins break: then dip
out and boil the syrup till it is thick, and pour
over the fruit.

 

GRAPE Jnnnv,Sprcnn.-Take half ripe grapes,
crush, cook and strain. Take equal quantities
of juice and sugar; to each quart add one-half
teaspoonful of cloves and one tablespoonful
of cinnamon. Boil twenty minutes, and turn
into jelly glasses.

 

PLAIN Summer—Make a rich lemonade
with twice the quantity of sugar ordinarily
used. Pour a spoonful of boiling water over
a little of the thin yellow rind, and when it is
cool add to the lemonade. Strain into the
freezer. It will take a little longer to freeze
than ordinary cream.

 

Swan'r PICKLED Patents—Eight pounds of
fruit, four pounds of sugar, one quart
of vinegar, two ounces of stick cin-
namon and two ounces of whole cloves.
Tie the spices in a muslin bag, boil sugar,
vinegar and spice and skim; put in part of
the fruit and cook till it can be easily pricked

with a fork, take out and put in the rest.
When cooked. boil the syrup down to one-
half the original quantity and r over the
peaches. This recipe is as good or plums,
pears or sweet apples as for peaches, and has
been satisfactorily tested by many house-
keepers.

 

