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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

QUITE ANOTHER THING.
" If I were married. and the one
I chose for love loved me,
I’d try to keep my way of life
Much as it is," said she.
" Thus. if I cared to take a walk
With some nice. pleasant man.
Or have a conﬁdential talk
All on platonic plan-
I’d quite expect my husband to
Make way. as husbands sh )uld—
In short. allow me what I wished—-
Of proper latitude.
To visit theater and balls
With either gentlemen—
Receive nice notes and frie idly gifts,
And all such things. and then-—"

“Then,” said the listener. eagerly.
" You'd let him do the same,
And go about with charming girls,
And have his little gems?
You’d like to see him just as gay
As if he were not wed.
With other women? ’ " Would I though?
I'd have his life." she said.

—-—'..———_

SORCERY.

 

I saw the new moon over my right
shoulder the ﬁrst month of the new
year and therefore had reason to believe
I should have at least thirty days of
“good luck.” And it was a piece of
good luck, pure and simple, that gave
me the opportunity to see the famous
prestidigitator,Hermann, perform some
of his feats of legerdemain, It may be
rather unﬂattering, but it is certainly
very apposite that Monsieur Hermann,
the magician, should personally so cor-
respond to the popular physical concep-
tion of Mephistopheles, for certainly
some of his work savors of sorcery and

 

evil imps. He is tall,thin and dark,w3.th a
broad forehead narrowing to a pointed
chin,the outline of the face resembling g
a circle com pressedintoa triangle with ?
curving instead of straight sides. His
black moustache and imperial, heavy
high arched eyebrows and big black ‘
eyes worn very wide open give him a

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sardonic, sarcastic expression quite in ‘

keeping with one’s idea of an adept at i

the black art. And M. Hermann is to

be congratulated on living in the nine- ,
tecnth century, for three hundred years
ago the feats which bring him money
andapplause would have been consider- i
ed good and sufﬁcient cause for an auto- ‘
da-fe. '

He took oﬂ his white gloves, folded .
and rolled them. together, rubbed them
between his palms an instant, and presto,

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they were out of sight. Any pious dea-
con, seeing the playing cards follow his
hands as if magnetically attracted, then
go sailing through the air up into the
ﬂies. over the audience, clear up among
the gallery gods, and apparently dis-
appear as they skimmed along, would
have had good reason for his faith that
the devil lurks in the spotted paste-
boards. But that was the merest baga-
telle to what follow ad. H3 borrowed a
handkerchief from a lady, and a boy
from the audience. H3 bade the lad
hold the folded kerchief between his
palms, and when he opened them, Her-
mann took out a dozen dainty mouchoirs
one after another; he burned the hand-
kerchief to a cinder, laid a bit of paper
on the cinder and drew out the original
unharmed. He took egg after egg from
the mouth of his ebony assistant. “Mr.
Boomski," and broke them in our pres-
ence to convince us they were eggs.
He placed an orange, 8. lemon, an egg
and a walnut on separate tables. All
except the orange disappeared without
hands and when with a knife he cut the
orange he took from the inside of it the
1emon,from the lemon the egg,from the
egg the walnut. He unfolded a large
silk handkerchief. shaking it and turn-
ing both sides to the auiience that it
might be seen It was merely an inno-
cent piece of silk. Then he threw back
the lapels of his coat and turned around
several times to show us there was no-
thing concealed about his person; he
threw the handkerchiefover his should-
er a moment and almost instantly drew
from under it a glass dish ﬁlled with
water in which goldﬁsh were s wimming.

the audience, and proposed to make an
omelet with them and some eggs in a
brass pm. He broke the eggs into the
pan in which he had put the rings,
covered it a moment, and when he lift-
ed the cover those eggs had hatched
into three pretty pigeons to whose feet
the rings were hung with ribbons.

He borrOch a silk but from a man. in
the audience, and took a whole hand-
ful of silver money from it, to the sur-
prise of its owner. It was truly the
magic hat, for after he had taken cards
enough to stock a gambling room out of
it, the moment he pulled at a tiny tear
in the sweat band, yards upon yards of
paper came spinning out in a narrow
ribbon, which after he had let fall in a

great pile upon the ﬂoor, he thrust a
cane into and began to whirl about till
out of the white wheel came,with a me-
lancholy, protesting quack, a most as-
tonished duck, which when released
from its paper fetters waddled off under
a chair, turned about and surveyed the
audienceiacross the footlights as if pleas-
antly excited by its size.

But what seemed a most remarkable
feat to me was this: He took a sheet of
white paper, a. little larger than the
HOUSEHOLD (after having “wiz ze la-
diees’ permission.” pushed up his coat
sleeves and unbuttoned and turned back
his ends to convince us he resorted to
no gamblers’ expedients), pinned it into
the shape of a cornucopia, sho wed us it
was empty, held it upright 32 second and.
lowered it full of ﬂowers; these he piled
upon a wire stand, and again showing
us the paper was empty, ﬁlled it again
in the same mysterious fashion. I was
watching him through my opsra glass,
narrowly, but confess I couldn’t “catch
on” to the trick,or discover where those
blossoms came from.

I pass over the slate writing, table
tipping, cabinet tricks, spirit hands and
music and luminous spirits, because they
are old and we all know how they are
done; for the same reason. Mme. Her-
mann‘s feat of supporting herself on an
i upright rod by one elbow and being
5 finned into a recumbent- position, be-
40:1l156, though apparently wonderful, I

ave an idea how might be done. But
the new trick which the great practi-
tioner of legerdemain has “CJmposed”
beat me. From a stout support across

 

. the stage depended two pagodas ﬁfteen
He borrowed three rings from ladies in ‘

or twenty feet apart—large enough to
contain an undersized indvidual in a.
sitting posture. These hung by stout

they were not only empty but totally

stage. Then he proposed to make a
Chinese boy take the journey from one
of these pagodas which he called Pekin,
to the other, which he named San Fran-
cisco. The boy appeared and stepped
down into the audience to convince us
he was alive and no ghost. Then he
got into the Pekin pagoda, giving us a
celestially idiotic grin as he curled him-
self up in Chinese fashion. ”The magi~
clan shut the door, and Ya-ko—yo must.

 

ropes from the support, and were turn--
ed about before us, that we might see .

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The Household.

 

 

for the rope supporting his pagoda be-
gan to slacken perceptibly and that of
the ether to grow taut, and in less than
half a minute when Hermann opened
the other pagoda there sat Ya-ko-yo,
with the same slant-eyed grin he wore
in Pekin, though he had arrived in San
E'rancisco. Then, to convince us it was
really Ya-ko-yo the door of the Pekin
pagoda was opened and it was found
empty. How do you suppose he did it?
A feat in which housekeepers should
be interested was this: An assistant
brought on two wooden boxes, in one of
which was a quantity of coffee beans, in
the other ordinary white navy beans.
He took two cylinders of polished brass,
showed us the y were empty, even mea-
suring outside and inside with a foot
rule to convince us. One be ﬁlled with
the coffee, the other with beans, placing
them on tables ﬁfteen feet apart. A
third vase-like cylinder he ﬁlled with
bran and put on a stand between the
tables. A few of his “magic passes,”
and be proposed to offer the audience a
cup of coffee. Sure enough, when he
took the top off the cylinder he had ﬁll-
ed with the coffee beans it was full of
smoking hot coffee: the white beans
had been magically metamorphosed in-
to cubes of white sugar. while from the
bran-ﬁlled receptacle he poured a gener-
ous quart of milk. “Mr. Boomski”
ﬁlled atray of tiny cups with the coffee,
added the cream and sugar and passed
down the main aisle, distributing them
among the audience. .I did not taste it,
so cannot tell you whether the magi-
sian’s brew tasted of brimstone Or not.
Of course it is all deception, “slight
cf'hand,” but his deftness and quickness
of motion. out-travel the eye, and “the
closer you wa‘ch the more you don’t
see-” BEATRIX.

u—Ww

SOME “DON"TS” FOR WIVES.

 

Now that the holidays are over, most
of us can again don our "thinking cap,”
——and what furnishes us with more ideas
then our welcome little HOUSEHOLD!
ﬁrst as we think, but we don’t all think
alike, that wouldn’t be “uman natur”
as the old man expressed it. We must
be careful that our prejudices dig no
graves in which to bury other people’s
rights. I have known parents so strict
in their ideas of amusements they have
driven their children to undesirable re-
sorts. Home should be earth’s heaven
«as a place of peace and enjoymentmot
an abode of contention and ﬁghting for
the principle of the thing. “It is evil
to him who evil thinks.” If I enjoy
a game of cards,with a clear conscience,
and my associates in said game are plea-
sant, nice people. and the home even-
ings are made enjoyable for husband
and sons, I have nothing to fear. I
have known mothers so genial in their
natures, so broad in their views of
ﬁfe and its proprieties, that their in-
ﬂuence over the maturing young men
and women was unbounded. The home

 

evenings were made attractive with
reading, games and cards.
Inasmall town west, where I was

stopping a few days, I by chance made.

the acquaintance of Mrs. A—, who
carried On a small dress making and
millinery establishment; she was a wo-
man who much prided herself on her
reputation as a devout church Chris-
tian. One afternoon, a couple of young
people strolled into her shop, and spy-
ing a checker-board, seated themselves
for a game of checkers. The game had
advanced but afew moves, when they
were requested to removethemselves and
checker-board to the back sitting-room,
as the minister might pass the open
door. That night, she kept one of her
girls sewing on a new black silk dress
until three o’clock Sunday morning,that
she might wear it to morning service.

A struggling young minister was
obliged to give up his preaching in a
small church, owing to a scandal that
caused a great disturbance in the reli-
gious atmosphere of his small congrega-
tion. Deacon L—-—-,who was the one prop
of the small church, made an early call
on the new minister and his family,and
being anxious to learn whether there
was any deﬁling element in the make
up of this man of God, he spent most of
the forenoon in their home. The ﬁre
needing replenishing, the minister
moved his chair to one side; in one mo-
ment, great horror shone from the dea-
con’s eyes, his blue lips become tightly
drawn together—one end of the box
that held the wood was an old dilapidat-
ed checker-board; it was one of the few
boards taken with the house, and for
want of better material, used to piece
out a wood-box. Purgatory and all its
brimstone ﬁres were made to consume
that young minister's reputation, for
that gray-headed deacon’s religion was
all in his month.

There are several farmers’ wives of
my acquaintance, who attend to the
milking, and even pitch the cow hay
(manure) out, as a neighbor‘s little son
expressed it. I asked if they found it
convenient to take that chore upon
themselves, in connection with their
house labors. They all answered it was
a very distasteful duty. Some of them
had gotten into the habit, by offering
their help during harvest or hurrying
time on the farm; the men found it con-
venient to shirk the milking, and put
forth the argument that the “women
folk” were better calculated to mani-
pulate the cow’s teats then themselves.

Two of the women had been farmers’
daughters and had been obliged
to help at milking time, because

their brothers wouldn’t,—one fair
young girl, just coming into her teens,
milked all the cows, her father’s hands
being crippled, while her brother idled
over the ﬁelds with his gum—her big
brother was afraid of the cows, she in-
nocently remarked.

A word about kindling the ﬁres.
When the nights get biting cold,_and

 

the mornings more biting from the frost
that has crept in as the ﬁres died out,if
there is a man or boy within calling,and
he is willing like a good man to make
the ﬁres, just let him and be thankful.
Never mind the muss of kindling and
ashes,a little patience and a reproof that
doesn’t sound like a scold, may correct
that fault. I think men think more of
wives who demand little attentions from
them and do not stay ready to take up-
on themselves the little drudgeries of
life. Many women spoil the best of
men. Every woman should expect from
her husband the little courtesies he is
pleased to show other women, and as an
equivalent, it should be her desire to be
as pleasing to his eyes.

As to which shall carry the pocket-
book, much depends on the make up of
the family. Some women are the bank-
ers and through their economy the
pocket-book does not lose much of its
plumpness, while other women handle
money as something earned only to be
spent. I believe that most husbands
who have conﬁdence in their wives’
management are willing and had rather
they would carrv the pocket-book.

Women should be the gentle,reﬁning
element, for she is the home-maker, and
her personal magnetism makes or un-
makes most men. A newspaper item is
going the sounds concerning a man that
had been married forty years. and had
never kissed his wife! What manner
of man can he be! oris he so unfortunate
as to he possessed of a wife who does not
invite kissing? Whoever is to blame,
the wife is to be com passionated for
losing so much of the sweets of life.
Kisses and a kind word do much to
straighten out the little misunderstand-
ings that are a part of the piece-work
of a whole life; they are the oil,frequent-
ly applied, that makes the domestic
machinery run more smoothly. Some
men are lovers all their married life.
some only during their courtship.
Something is owing to the man's train-
ing from a boy, but much more to the
wife’s personal,home inﬂuence. A man
picks out for a bride a girl with sweet,
winning ways, hair becomingly arrang-
ed, dress trim and pretty. What is
the awakening, after a few months of
married life, to learn that the smiling
eyes and dimpled cheek can easily
straighten into the moat sullen counten—
an ce; slovenly,ill ﬁtting garments greet
his eyes,that were once so charmed with
the tasteful, becoming house dress that
anticipated his coming.

Treat a man as though he were a
great. good natured bear. Remember
he has an appetite, pander to its taste
occasionally, and give him all the pet-
ting he wil allow without growling
Be careful not to step on his toes in an
argument; make yourself so pleasing to
his sight that he will want to put his
great paws around your neck and hug
you occasionally, but never take it upon
yourself to curry his for that ‘ it may
shine like the silky beaver’s, nor follow

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The Hohsehoid.‘

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after expecting to keep clean his mud
tracks. Be satisﬁed that he is a bear,
' and that he is pleased with your com-

puny-

OOLDWA'rna. WIND BLOWN LEAVES.

 

WOMAN, HER WORK AND ITS WORTH.

 

[Extract from a paper read before the Essex
Farmers Club by J. T. Danielle, of Union
Home] '

Sir Walter Scott thus deﬁnes a true
woman: “Her very soul is in home,and
in the discharge of all those quiet vir was
of which home is the center. Her hus-
band will be to her what her father is
now—the object of all her care, solici-
tude and affection—she will see nothing,
and connect herself with nothing, but
by or though him. If he be a man of
sense and virtue. she will sympathize in
his sorrows, divert his fatigues, and
share his pleasures. If she become the
portion of a churlish or negligent hus-
band, she will suit his taste, also, for
she will not long survive his unkind-
ness.”

While woman is the creator of the
best in the home—and when invested
with the sacred relations of wife and
mother is seen at her best——yet in what-
ever walk of life she may choose to enter
and pursue is her inﬂuence felt, and
and that on the side of purity and right;
and I am constrained to believe that,to-
day, there is no nation on the face of
the earth that accords to woman a high-
er position or renders to her more real
deference and sincere regard, than does
our own nation. '

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In an article of this nature some ref-

erence may properly be made to the
subject of the enfranchisement of woman
which has been under discussion since
1851. The question resolves itself into
this: “Has woman an inherent right
to the franchise? and if this is a right
belonging to her, has man either a
moral or a legal right to deprive her of
it?” Many strong and forceful argu-
ments have been brought forward, both
pro and con, and I think I see in the
political horizon the dawn which is
soon to usher in the day of universal
suffrage. But, and if that day shall
come, will it prove absneﬁt and a bless-
ing to woman? If she secure the fran-
chise, will she not, with its acceptance,
need to renounce—to some extent, at
least,‘—her claim to protection and def-
erence, on the ground of her physical
weakness and moral superiority which
she had heretofore claimed from man?

The world is moving forward. One
principal evidence of this is seen in the
new avenues opened to woman, and in
the manner in which she is entering
and occupying the same—in art. in
science, in literature, in theology and
in medicine is woman found, and found
occupying with credit to herself and with
beneﬁt to all. In 1880 there were in the
United States women engaged in the
following ceilings: Preachers l65,jcur-
enlists 288.anthors 320,physicians 2,432,
artist‘s 2,061, teachers 154,375, and these

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'numbers have doubtless been largely-

increased; to day a large proportion of
the industrial and higher walks of life
are creaitably occupied by woman.

Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe’s “Uncle
Tom’s Cabin” doubtless exerted a great-
er inﬂuence, and was more potent, in
moulding public sentiment in opposition
to American slavery, than was the logic
and eloquence of those gifted men, Wil—
liam Lloyd Garrison and Wendell Phll-
lips; her book having been translated
into more languages, and read by more
people than any other book extant——
the Bible alone excepted. The works
of Mrs. Lewes—familiar to you all over
her nom-de-plume of “George Eliot”—
rank high as literary productions, and
stamp their author as a close and keen
observer of human nature as seen in the
walks of daily life. I need not here
mention Mrs. Browning, Mrs. Hemans,
the Cary Sisters, and many others
whose literary productions place them
in the front rank, and among the fore—
most minds of the age, and who works
and their worth, in elevating and in
bettering humanity, Time cannot tell-
Eternity onlv can determine.

In art, the name of Rosa Bonheur has
a world-wide reputation. as a correct
delineator of the domestic animals and
of demestic scenes; her famous “Horse
Fair” being a principal attraction of the
Paris exhibition of 1853; and during the
Seige of Paris in 1870-1, her studio and
residence at Fontainebleau were spared
and respected by the special order of
the Crown Prince of Prussia.

“Music hath power to tame the savage
mind;” it also brings rest to the weary
and comfort to the sorrowing. Jenny
Lind, Madam Patti, Clara Louisa Kel-
logg and many others who might be
named have, by their musical powers,
brightened the path way and brought
joy and comfort to the hearts and into
the lives of thousands. The names of
Florence Nightingale and Clara Barton
stand forth as bright exponents of the
many who have gone forth on missions
of mercy,and though all have not found
their work in the hospital or on the
battle-ﬁeld, amid the wounded and the
dying, yet they have been found where
want and woe cried aloud for relief,and
cried not in vain.

One of the most beautiful buildings,
of the many beautiful ones which will
be seen at the Colombian Exposition,
was designed and supervised entirely by
women.

But, it is in the home that woman is
at her best, where she exempliﬁes all
those quiet virtues which enshrine her
in the hearts of her family, and give to
the inmates of that home a forctaste of
the Christian’s home in Heaven. And
man may not hesitate to give a high
and holy place to woman when he re-
members that it was into woman’s keep-
ing that God gave the earthly care of
the early years of the Savior of man.
kind.

“Last at the cross and ﬁrst at the

 

 

sephulcher,was woman.” Let not man,

then, fail to place a high and intrinsic

value on the work and worth of woman

*—

SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE
OF.

It is a beautiful place, and the crowd
of faces about me express only joy and
mirth, while here and there, music and
all the wiles of art serve to completely
banish all thought of care and toil. I
am so glad, and seem for a time to rest
and forget, and then—the small, warm
hand clasped in mine is gone! where?
where? The crowd is just as happy,the
beauty and music are still here, but not
for me. I look only for one face; listen
for one voice; and wander about in a
wild search for a path to some other
place where I hope to ﬁnd them. I
often reach an impenetrable wall, and
at last am told that at a point beyond
is the only passage through. I seek
it anxiously, but shrink from its perils.
Slender lines are swaying over a dark
abyss,and all who cross must grasp those
lines and sway upon them to the farther
shore.

It is horrible to think of; every in-
stinct rebels, but I must ﬁnd my child!
I grasp the metallic lines and spring
away. A series of physical thrills, re-
sembling those received from an electric
battery, follow,and I am upon the other
shore. I notice a black, shriveled ob-
ject in a very familiar blue print wrap-
per lying at my feet, and somehow re-
alize that it is my cast-oile body, and
that heaven lies before me. I pass into
a most beautiful valley. There are
banks of lilies and roses, music and
sweet perfume, and lovely faces appear-
ing everywhere; but I walk among them
with a heavy heart and look into each
face with the one eager question. At
last he comes! I clasp him to my heart
and awake, in the power of that “Hor-
rid Old Man of the Sea.” My treasures
are sleeping peacefully about; I am on
earth and glad to don the blue printand
proceed to the day’s routine. Rider
Haggard’s Wild pen is, no doubt, re-
sponsible for some points of my vision;
and yet the question lingers; to one
possessing mother love in its highest de-
gree, can there be any happiness in
earth or heaven without her children?

This paper may fall into the hand of
some one who, burdened with the care
of several little ones, often feels weary
and discouraged; and, without serious
thought, perhaps wishes for-the liberty,
leisure and dainty surroundings of a
childless wife. If so, [bag of her to
imagine herself free from the chubby

 

. clinging baby-hands; no longer wearied

with the wants and restless questions of
her older child, quite sure of never
again hearing the call for “Mama;” and
see if she does not resume them with
joy, or at least the assurance that what-
ever life may be with them it would
certainly be to her a blank without

them.

Thomas. A. H. J.

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The Household.

 

 

COLUMBLLN CLUBS.

 

Several inquiries have been received
asking about the work and topics
which should be handled by a “Colum~
,bian Club,” formed by those who pro-
pose to attend the great Exposition this
summer, and wish to be prepared to in-
telligently study it. It is .thought best
to answer these letters through the
HOUSEHOLD, with the idea that other
clubs may be in progress of organization
to whom such hints may be useful.

The papers and magazines have been
so full of Columbian literature that
material is plenty and information
readily accessible. As the theme is so
well worn, and the winter so far under
way, the study of the life and times of
the Great Discoverer may be disposed
of at acouple of meetings. The ﬁrst
thing to do is to arrange a scale of topics
something after this fashion: “Birth
and Eirly Life of Columbus;” “Youth
and Manhood of Columbus :” "The
Theories ol Columbus;” “Opinions of
Geographers and Navigators oi the
Period;” "The Court of the Spanish
King,” or “Queen lsabella and King
Ferdinandz” “The Great Discovery;”
“Subsequent Voyages;” “The Closing
Scenes of Columbus’ Life.” These
topics may be made to covlsr everything
in the history of Columbus, and one
should be assigned to each member of
the club, to study and prepare either
paper or discourse upon. It is well to
limit the length, say ten, not over
ﬁfteen minutes, to avoid prolixitv. Y on
can tell a good deal in ten minutes, and
two meetings certainly should discover
America.

Next, take up the Exposition; its
early inception and beginning. While
New York was wondering where she’d
put it when she got it (of course she ex-
pected to have it 1) Chicago raised the
guarantee fund, found a site and cap-
tured the prize. The buildings have
been hastily described in the HOUSE—
HOLD ; a “ World’s Fair Guide ”costing
ten cents, gives further details.

it is rather late in the day to make
an exhaustive study of the 86 nations
and colonies that propOSe to make
exhibits. We would suggest there-
fore that the time be spent in gaining,
as much as possible, an idea of the
signiﬁcance of the statuary and adorn-
ments of the buildings, and giving the
rest of it to learning what is going to
be exhibited. And we know of no better
method of doing this than by general
reading and study of the papers and
magazines, especially those published
in Chicago, which of course give a good
deal of space to matters pertaining to
the Exposition. If a dozen people are
engaged in looking up information on
a certain subject a vast amount can be
obtained, which classiﬁed'and arranged,
will do much toward aiding us to see
what we are most particularly inter-
ested in seeing. It was often remarked,
after the Centennial Exposition at

 

Philadelphia, how few of those who
attended were able to give any account
of what they had seen ; they had brought
away only a confused idea, impressions
having crowded out impressions till
only a miscellaneous jumble remained
in memory. To study the Columbian
Exposition in its entirety, the whole six
months would need to be given to it;
few of us can afford that luxury and the
best plan will be to obtain an idea of
what there is to see, decide what is
most in harmony with our tastes, and
spend the greater part of the time in in-
telligent study of those things, after, of
course, obtaining a general outline of
the whole. And the whole, like P. T.
Barnum’s circus, is going to be “the
biggest show on earth.”

 

CHAT.

 

Mrs. W. (3., of Hopkins, asks the
HOUSEHOLD what she shall do with her
nice new woolen blankets, which, the
ﬁrst time they were sent back from the
laundry, came home smelling like old
grease and looking as if they had been
burned. To hang them out of doors in
the frost for several days will remove
most of the odor, in time, but we fear
the appearance cannot be much improv-
ed. They have been improperly wash-
ed. it is not safe to send blankets or
other ﬁne woolens to an ordinary laun-
dry. Tnere are laundries which make
such goods a specialtyand by some steam
process return them delightfully soft
and White, but the expense is greater
than for ordinary washing. If any of
our readers can help Mrs. W. C., we
shall be only too glad to receive and
publish their suggestions.

 

“MUZIK,” of Vassar, writes:

I am a farmer’s daughter and a con-
stant reader of the HOUSEHOLD. I en-
joyed Little N an’s “Music" ever so
much. My father has “set his heart”
on my being a book-keeper, but I’m
afraid he will be disappointed as I am
determined to bea music teacher. Am
afraid I have that contagious disease
“the blues” rather oftener than I ought,
as we have no piano. lhave ﬁnished
music on the organ and walk, nearly a
mile every day to practice on the piano.
1 really think Shakespeare told the
truth when he said:

"The man who hath no music in himself,
And is not moved with concord of sweet Sounds.

Is ﬁt for treasons. stratagems, and spells.

I never yet have seen a person at all
reﬁned who disliked music. Why don’t
the girls write more? The young people
surely haven’t all either disappeared 0r
got the “Grip.”

 

THE HOUSEHOLD feels complimented
whenever exchanges copy from its col-
umns, but is dec1dedly not pleased when
the credit which journalistic courtesy
demands is omitted—as it not infre-
quently is. A part of A. H. J .’s article
on “Money and Reading Matter,” in the
HOUSEHOLD of December 10th, 1892, is
appropriated by the Farmers” Voice of
J anuarv 28th without pr0per credit,and

' as if original in that paper.

 

RECEIVED.

 

We have received from Hunt a Eaton,
189 Woodward Are, the following
books:

“Godiva Durleigh,” by Sarah Doud-
ney, a story which is more possible in
plot and better in execution than “ A
Child of the Precinct,” noticed hereto-
fore in these columns. Godiva is the
daughter of a philanthropist whose
work, “to right the wrongs of the de-
fenceless and reform abuses,” though
ideally beautiful and practically efﬁcient
leaves her at his death poor and de-
pendent. The manner in which she
conquers her cousins’ prejudices and re-
gains the lover temporarily distracted
by a prettier face will prove interesting
to the girls for whom the tale is
written. $1.50.

“Aunt Liefy” is a short story by
Annie Trumbull Slosson, relating a
singular adventure which happened to
“Miss Staples,” “a grown-up woman.
hard featur’d and harder natur’d” and
changed her, by the feeling that
she “had folks of her own,” into “Aunt
Liefy,” with a tender heart for others”
troubles, kind to birds and cripples
and little children, and with a garden
full of “growin’ things” that humanized
her hardness. The little booklet of 50‘-
pages has a half dozen illustrations and
is cloth-bound. Price, sixty cents.

“ The Wonderful Counseler” contains
all Christ’s recorded sayings, arranged
chronologically for easy memorizing
and dedicated to the Y. P. S. C. E.
Price, 50 cents; cloth.

“Life and Conduct,” by Rev. Camer-
on Lees, “Handbook of Christian
Evidences,” by Rev. Alexander Stewart;
“The Church of Scotland” (sketch of
its history), Rev. Pearson McA. Muir,
and “The New Testament and Its
Writers,” by Rev. J. A. M’Clymont,
are four little volumes, written by emi-
nent clergyman of Scotland, and sold
for 25 cents each. The history of the
Church of Scotland seems especially
interesting.

 

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Contributed Recipes.

 

Oaxa- WITHOUT Bees—Two cups fresh
buttermilk; two cups sugar; half cup butter;
teaspoonful soda; half teaspoonfnl cinna-
mon; one cup English currants. This is a
good cheap cake, when eaten warm or the
day it is baked.

 

Panama's—One pint of bread crumbs,
crowd the cup solid full. soaked in three pints '
sour buttermilk, put through colander; put
two tablespoonfuls of cornmeal, three level
teaspoonfuls of soda and two ditto of salt in
a pint cup. ﬁll up with sifted ﬂour, stir into
the buttermilk, and add another pint of ﬂour.
beat thoroughly. then three eggs, the yolks
and whites beaten separately, stir the beaten
yolks into the batter and beat again. Just.
before you are ready to bake them, stir .in
the beaten whites. It you choose, a table -
spoonful of molasses or sugar may be added
with the cornmeal. Mae. )1. M. F.

Dmnorr. ' '

    
 
  
   
   
  
  
   
  
  
   
  
   
  
  
   
    
 
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
   
  
   
  
   
  
  
   
  
  
   
  
  
  
  
  
   
    
  
 
   
   
  
   
    
 
    
    
  
  
  
   
   
  
  
  
 

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