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DETROIT, AUGUST 5, 1884.

 

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S WAN SONG.

 

BY AN OLD BIRD.

 

Boy, dost thou hope to win her?
(‘ease thy sighing!
Eat a good hearty dinner,
Love defying!
Let all thy thought to—night of her go free,
To—morrow all her thought shall turn to thee.’

Man, ( ost thou hope to hold her?
No more kneeling!
Shrug thy derisive shoulder,
Prove nnfeeling!
So, as she deems thy passion doth decay,
Her love for thee shall strengthen day by day.

-—-——¢o.—-——-——

A TALK WITH CORRESPON-
DENTS.

 

DEAR LADIEsz—The number of House-
hold correspondents is increasing rapidly,
for which evidence of interest the Editor
is indeed grateful. To make room for all,
for we wish everybody to come, and come
often, and to give the contents variety
and “spice,” the Household Editor recom-
mends that words of approbation for the
department be omitted, or expressed in a
private line or two to the Editor, who is
ever pleased at words of kindly appreci-
ation. But the “little paper” is a suc-
cess; we all know it, and we do not need
to take up space to reiterate what is al
ready evident. “Aunt Nell’s ” way of
showing appreciation is one which ap-
peals to us most forcibly. Show the pa
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to become subscribers and contributors,
thereby increasing the eﬂiciency and
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when any question is asked to which you
can give an answer from experience,
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one else give exactly your method, the
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or undesired, but simply because the
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better way, we want to know it. Please
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a standing invitation to “ come again."—
TnE HOUSEHOLD EDITOR.

CON FIDENCES.

There are two sides to every topic of
discussion, and often we ﬁnd the horizon
of our reﬂections enlarged by the showing
of an unsuspected side to a question one

 

one supposed that not only its two sides
but all sides had been considered. Such
was my experience recently in reading
El See’s commentary on the question of
winning a child’s conﬁdence by a pa‘ient
attention to all its little conﬁdences, con-
sidering none “too trivial for a hearing.”

The idea that El See advances, that “tat-
tling or gossip would thereby be encour-
aged,” was a side I had not even suspect-
ed, but all suggestions on so important a
subject merit careful consideration, and I

 

am very glad to have such advanced. It

had pondered so often and thoroughly,

 

is only by impartial and careful investi-
gation that the highest truths are reached,
and theories must stand the test of prac-
tical demonstration, or take their place
with the exploded bubbles of the past. In
my experience I have discovered none of
the danger that E1 See foresees, but quite
the contrary. Children and youth must
have some conﬁdential friend to whom
their little secrets, important to them if to
no one else, may be conﬁded, and with
whom they may discuss the varied occur-
rences and impressions of persons and
things that fall in their way.

The mother is the natural conﬁdant of
the little one, but if she makes light of
the little secrets. retails them with an air
of merriment or sarcasm to others, or
teases the child over its ingenuously ad-
mitted preferences, she will soon lose its
trust. How often have I had a heartache
for achild who with blushing face and
wounded heart, heard its mother tell its
innocent secret to assembled company,
with faces covered with smiles at its con;
fusion. The little wronged, outraged
heart would remember the bitter lesson
long, and the best efforts of the mother
would need to be exerted long to undo the
work of that thoughtless moment.

Besides, if a child is encouraged to put
its thoughts into words, a watchful moth~
or will learn more of the child’s natural
bent, its impulses, purposes, disposition
and passions, and also of the character
and inﬂuence upon it of it’s associates,
and can thus better judge what is best or
most necessary on her part, to counteract
evil or promote good in itself and its sur-
roundings.

Out of the abundance of the thoughts,
half formed and incomplete though they
be, in the brain of the young. the heart is
ﬁlled and the mouth will speak, and happy
for it if a patient, careful mother receives
the overﬂow.

We will concede that " tales out of
school” are better not told, also that chil—
dren, even if truthful, with their quick
sympathies are “liable to see things one
sided, and exaggerate actual happenings.”
Their quick feeling and unreasoning re-
sentments on the other hand, only make
the truth more evident that they will
talk to somebody, and I submit is it not
better for them to talk to mother, sure of
her sympathy, and with trust in her judg-
ment, than repelled there, discuss the
question with their schoolmates, their
sympathies or resentments rising higher
as they "talk it up," until the “mole hill
becomes a mountain." I have always

 


 

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listened to my children if they had com-
plaints to make, tried to soften asperities
and soothe resentments; often by ques-
tions got the full facts of the case, and
convinced them of error, and when un-
able to do this,~or convinced that injus-
tice had been done them, have been able
to disarm resentment by convincing them
no wrong had been intended, and that
mistakes would occur. The occasion is
also offered to show a child what are and
what are not proper subjects to speak of
in a general way, and the result has been
that whatever faults have been laid to
their charge, no one has ever called them
“ tattlers ” or “ gossips.”

The thought intended to be conveyed
is, that the child or maiden may tell
“ mother ” even her most secret thoughts,
secure that they will be held inviolate,
and that from her richer experience,
counsel may be had to guide their uncer-
tain steps. I think it a great mistake to
encourage achild’s complaints by “tak-
ing sides," but there are cases where a
sensitive and timid child has been most
woefully imposed upon by incompetent
teachers, and exacting, insolent school—
mates, forwant of a hearing at home. I
have never been obliged to send “ notes
to the teacher,” or “ take my Ruth from
school for being called a tattler,” but
others may have a diﬁerent experience,
ani in all cases each should act as seems
best under the circumstances. and “ be a
law unto themselves.” A. L. L.

GBEENFIELD.

____._..._.___
A WIFE’S DUTY.

We hear a great deal said nowadays
about the relation of man and wife," just
how much she shall bear and so on. One
writer has very justly remarked, "Mar-
riage should never be the result of fancy.”
The evening party is no place to judge of
a person’s real character, society always
appears at its best; art ﬁeial, ﬂimsy; shal-
low by daylight, we would hardly recog-
nize what we considered divine in gas
light. Poor old humanity has so many
garbs in which to appear, a face for com-
pany, and another for home, agreeing
with this one to his face, slurring him the
instant his back is turned, wreathed
with smiles one moment, black with
rage another. It is not always best that
the parties be similiar in disposition, but
they ought to thoroughly know each
other, before uttering words which death
alone ought to undo. Suppose a gentle-

. man contemplates purchasing a watch,
does he give it a passing glance, as it lies
in the show case, or put it in his pocket
to test it as to its accuracy as a time
keeper? A man should not show less
consideration in selecting a wife; the mar—
riage relation is the most sacred, intimate,
and enduring of life.

Symmetry is a law of Heaven, and it is
sad, indeed, to see a want of symmetry
in this matter; and beautifully has God
ordained that certain dispositions should
come together, and that certain traits of
character should balance or control other
traits. “Let every one take his mate, or
none,” Says one writer. Like should

have like. They must weather the
storms, or bask in the sunshine of life
together; hand in hand, loving and truth-
ful, with no anger or hatred or jealousy
garnered against each other, looking for.
ward to the everlasting youth of Heaven,
where they two shall be one forever. One-
half of the trouble in married life arises
from deceit. A wife should feel that her
husband’s interests and her interests are
one. There should be no comparisons
drawn, as for instance: “If my husband
were only as nice looking as Mr. A., or
gentlemanly like Mr. B.” You probably
thought he was perfect when he came to
see you; before marriage his ways were
agreeable and nice. and you bent every
energy to please and gratify his tastes.
You won him by your graces, now keep
him with the same. Don’t let him think
another woman is better looking, dresses
more tastily or keeps house better than
you. Play on the piano, as well as the
dish pan. Half the women forget that they
have a husband to dress for or to enter
tain; they will live in the kitchen, wear
greasy dresses, do their hair in a wad,
and aspire to nothing higher than
household drudgery. My word for it you
are losing him; he married you for a com-
panion, not a slave. When he comes in at
night tired and fretful from his business,
don’t meet him with “ the baby’s been so
cross; my bread was sour; Mehitable has
had a fuss at school, the teacher is com-
ing to board next week; the pigs have
been in the garden, and Mr. Stubbs has
sent in the most unmerciful meat bill, I
know it is not right.” You would get
cross and swear yourself at such a tirade.
Put on your blue muslin that he used to
think so becoming, twist a rose in your
hair, have a smile on your face as bright
as circumstances will allow, and go down
to the front gate to meet him, take his
arm and tell him how the baby’s got the
cunningest new tooth, is a perfect sun-
shine, and if there is any bad news, keep
it until his stomach is full; it makes lots
of difference", if you don’t believe it, try
it. Married life has its ups and downs;
there should be such perfect love and con-
ﬁdence, that both can concede, and yet
be satisﬁed. Jean Ingelow says:

“To marriage all the stories ﬂow,
And ﬁnish there,
As it with marriage came the end,
The entrance into settled rest,
The calm to which Love's tossings tend
The quiet breast.
For me Love played the low prelude.
Yet life began but with the ring."

It is in the home circle that we see the
real character, and happy the wife who
can say of the husband of her choice-

“ But I look up and he looks down
And thus our married eyes can meet,
Unclouded his, and clear of frown

And gravely sweet.”
EVANGALINE.
BATTLE Cain-x, July 25th.

——————Qoo———

RECIPES WANTED.

 

I would be grateful if some of the la-
dies would give directions for making
pretty and durable mats for the ﬂoor; also
recipes for making sauce and pickles
of melons, if it can be done, as you know
our fruit is scarce, scarcer, scarcest, but
our melons rival those of Syria.

ANNA.

 

Wessmerox, Dakota, July 29th

 

WESTERN GLIMPSES.

 

Two weeks in Chicago, that city of
beautiful residences, of ﬁne boulevards
and parks, rendered me quite at home
and familiar with the principal points of
interest. I enjoyed exceedingly the stirr
ing scenes of the convention, witnessed
the nominations for the two highest of-
ﬁces of this government. and came away
with renewed conﬁdence in the success
which is sure to attend the “Plumed
Knight” and his followers in the coming
election. One of the most interesting
things in Chicago is the splendid painting
of the battle of Gettysburg. Ascending
a stairway we are in the centre of a cir-
cular panorama, the ground about us,
being made up with old war trappings.
arnsy wagons and hospital tents, repre-
sents the foreground of the picture. 80
realistic is this that it is hard to tell where
the canvass begins; the ﬁgures, nearly
life size, are grouped in battle array;
some in the agonies of death are borne
from the ﬁeld by comrades; the perspec-
tive is so wonderful that the illusion is
perfect, and we believe the real battle is
taking place before our eyes, and this
beautiful landscape is the country about
Gettysburg. The artist, born in Paris.
spent several months in this country
making sketches and drawings prepara-
tory to the creation of this remarkable
and artistic work, which occupied two
years in its completion. The canvas is 50
feet high and 400 feet long, thus measur
ing 20,000 square feet. The artist has
also painted the siege of Paris, now on
exhibition in Chicago, and other pictures
of similar character and of historical in-
terest. As often happens, the artist whose
brain conceived and whose skilled hand
executed these works of art receives but
a small share of the proﬁts, while the
stock company that built the ﬁreproof
building for the grand undertaking, is
coining money. Another place in Chica—
go of interest to a lover of water, wnere
not works of art but of nature are ex-
hibited, is the natatorium or swimming
school, which is open certain hours of
the day for ladies; here in the comfort-
ably warm water and in the most ab-
breviated costumes, consisting only of
closely ﬁtting sleeveless waist and Turkish
drawers, women and children splash
about and take lessons in the useful art
of swimming. There is a certain fascina-
tion about the place, andI could spend
hours at the lake ﬂashing in light and“
reaching white hands enticingly shore-
ward.

From Chicago to Rock Island the ride
is through the fertile, well cultivated but
rather uninteresting country of northern
Illinois. Just before dark we cross the
“Father of Waters,” the wooded bluffs
crowned by residences catching the last
rays of the setting sun. From Daven-
port, Ia., the point at which we leave the
Mississippi, our way is through the great
grain ﬁelds, the garden spot of Iowa. I
rose early to see something of these
seemingly endless ﬁelds of wheat and
corn. A dummy engine at Council Bluffs
takes travelers over the yellow waters of
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city claiming 50,000 inhabitants. Just
now the business portion is a chaos of
stone and other building materials, some-
what unsightly, but speaking well for its
future prosperity. ' Many ﬁne new
residences and public buildings, among
the latter a splendid courthouse, are in
process of erection; the streets are being
paved with a pink tinted granite, cut in
.oblong shape; this is ﬁnished with a cov-
ering of asphalt, the whole apparently
making an excellent pavement; these
paved streets are swept twice a week, the
contract being one-half mill per yard, the
sumtotal footing up nearly $20,000 per
year. The depots are ﬁlled with a motley
crowd of emigrants of all nationalities.
Hereadozen Chinamen, their thin, sal
low and pinched faces suggesting the
consumption of unlimited quantities of
opium, and there another group, “p’oh
white trash” our colored friends would
call them, clad in nondescript costumes,
with barefooted children, all healthy
looking however, having rich brown
skins, are westward bound. Leaving
Omaha and traveling southwest—by a
branch of the Union Paciﬁc, we pass
through a rich farming and stock raising
country.

We stop some time at Lincoln, the
capital of the State, a city of 20,000 peo-
ple, and follow the valley of a sluggish
little stream, the waters of which,
dammed and turned from their proper
channel to prevent the necessity of many
bridges, stand in black pools beside our
way. Along the streams grow oaks and
walnuts, but back a few miles the country
is almost treeless and fenceless, except
where pasture lands are enclosed. Cot-
tonwood, which grows easily, is being
planted extensively for shade and to break
the severe winds that prevail here. There
are not many orchards or fruit trees, the
chief crop being corn. Only vast prairies,
great upland slopes covered with billowy
grain ﬁelds that stretch away to where
the earth and sky seem to meet, or splen‘
did corn waving its broad swords in a
never ceasing battle with the winds. The
air is very clear, and one can easily see
the long arms of wind-mills, or little
houses fully twenty miles away. A
meadow near our course was occupied
by a prairie dog town. Above numerous
mounds appeared little black heads; at
the sound of our coming these quickly
disappeared, and the feet twinkling for
an instant in the air were gone also.
Another occupant of these dog towns
was aspecies of rabbit, not seen in the
east, two or three times larger than the
ordinary animal of this name, and called
here jack rabbit. It has a cunning trick
of affecting lameness when pursued,
hopping along on three legs, then sud
denly recovering the use of the fourth
and with long bounds leaving its follow-
ers far in the rear; they are so ﬂeet footed
that the swiftest hounds can scarce over-
take them.

Beatrice is a thriving little city of 5,000
for more people, in the midst of beautiful
rolling prairies, which are well watered
by the Big and Little Blue rivers. The
Lown boasts of several papers; one pub-

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lished in the interest of woman suffrage
by one of the brightest women of Ne-
braska, Mrs. Clara Colby, is a racy and
readable sheet. Beatrice has acanning
factory, a cheese factory, brick yard,
broom factory, and everywhere is heard
the busy sound of the hammer. The
season is a rainy one, yet the crops are in
ﬁne condition. It has stormed, hot just
showered, every night for weeks, but
clears off beautifully every morning. It
is very warm too during the day, but
there are such cool winds that one does
not seem to feel the heat very much.
Taken altogether this part of Nebraska
seems to be blossoming like the rose. and
her people think this a veritable “garden
of the gods.” Neither are they slow in
chanting the praises of their State in the

matter of climate, fertility and beauty.

DELIA BENTON.
BEATRICE, Neb., July 26th.

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THE BUTTERY WAY.

 

Evangeline's letter, published July 8th,
is in the key of my wish for a Household
cataloguing of butter making methods,
and more especially such new ones as
the “moving of the world” is perfecting
and placing within easy reach of ‘those
who practice what is call mixed
farming. Therefore, by leave of the
court, I rise to get up to show you Where
Iam in butter—and then—but ’twill be
time enough to tell th t when I get there.

Of the butter that I make from the
good milk of cows well treated and cared
for, having good pasture and a little grain
in summer, good fodder, more grain and
some vegetables in winter, with plenty of
pure living water and a supply of salt
where they can help themselves when-
ever and to whatever they need of these
two essentials; plenty of bright tin pails,
pans, sweet stone jars, and wooden tubs,
luxurious dish towels, and all the etc. etc.
etc.’s, down to the dainty skimmer and
paddle to stir the cream in the cream jar
after each skimming; with a milk room,
having two windows, milk bars, broad
shelf and the coldest and hardest of cold,
hard clay ﬂoors “done oif” in a large,
airy, deep cellar, in which things neither
would melt in' summer, nor freeze in
winter—for summer dairy work and a
pantry equally well located and equipped
for Winter dairy work; all hands that
bear a part in the work never forgetting
that in all things pertaining to milk and
butter, cleanliness is godliness, I will
only say, the tribunal of city experts in
testing butter ﬁnd no fault with it.

This then, is where I am in butter, and
I am not satisﬁed. I want a domestic
service reform. In short, I want a
change in methods. And even though
we may not make any better butter, I am
sure it can be manufactured with labor
lessened by half, both for the men and
women.

First cause for “ change,” I have taken
some of the worst colds I’ve ever had,
working in that same good cellar.
Sec'ond, all the “lugging " of milk and
cream and butter, down and up those cel
lar stairs, is not another straw but awhole
haystack of straws on the back of the

 

 

men’s chores, in the course of aseason.
And lastly but not leastly, there is
more lifting, setting, skimming, slop-
ping, working (over butter) and dish
washing in the manufacture of ten
pounds of No. l butter, made by the or-
dinary and old process, than need go the
making of a hundred pounds, if we had
the manufacturing of pure butter reduced
to an exact science, with everything neat.
handy, convenient, thoroughly consistent
and above ground. Such, at least, is my
honest conviction. I don’t exactly see
the “how” of it, but the “ why” is plain
enough, and the “how " is not far from
taking tangible shape.

Just a few days before Evangeline's
letter came, Hi said as he came out of the
cellar with two empty milk pails and
two full ones in his hands, “I am satis-
ﬁed that an underground cellar is no
place for milk.” This remark he has
made many times before, and this time he
added, “ I believe an ice house and dairy
room combined would be just the thing,
don’t you?”

“The cellar is often too cold,” said I,
“ and an ice house would be colder yet.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking of it, and I
believe it could be ﬁxed so as to be just
the boss arrangement, anyway,” said he,
and here the subject was dropped. 80
you see, Evangeline’s poetry was in con-
ﬁrmation of his theory, and if it is not
asking too much, will she be so kind as
to give plan in detail, of her combined
ice house and dairy room? for “I can‘t see
it” yet. And if she gets her creamery,
will she please tell the Household whether
it saves as much labor as it is cracked up
to do?

I wish to ask a few questions and then
take my seat in this butter convention,
to listen for answers amongst the “ex-
periences.” Wnat is the least number of
good cows necessary to make a creamery
pay? Does washing butter detract from
its ﬁne ﬂavor and brilliancy? (My own
answer to the last question is aﬁ‘irmative.)
Which, in point of neatness and dispatch
is preferable, and which best preserves
the “grain” of butter, a patent butter
worker, or the time honored ladle and
bowl? Do any of our Household readers
use the self gauging butter print and

shipping box illustrated and described in
an editorial in the MICHIGAN FARMER,
June 17, 1884? E. L. NYE.
Mn’ramona, July 19th.
”’0"

A CHAT 0N VARIOUS SUBJECTS.

 

On receipt of the Household this even-
ing I was glad to see the article from the
pen of our Strong Minded Girl, from
which I infer her health has improved; I
sincerely hope so. As the beginning and
ending of butter-making, and all the way
through is cleanliness, thereby re—
taining the ﬂavor of the milk, I think the
easiest and surest way is to keep every
vessel used in the process for that special
purpose; at least so I was taught and so I
practice, and so far I have been rewarded
with good butter. I am aware that many
are not as “notional,” but if so managed
the tins are always bright, and when well
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and not wiped at all, but drained and put
out in the sun through the day, or about
the stove in winter, we may feel sure
there is no chance of failure in that di-
rection. We have had some good letters
on this subject in the Household. and the
writers may agree with me on this point,
but I know personally many who do not;
but use milk pans for fruit or about
cooking, and wash them with other dishes
and with the same cloth, wringing it out
to dry them with, and the result is
poor butter. Another rule with me is to
never cover the crooks of butter with
cloth, as it absorbs the exudation, and
soon become rancid, which in a short
time will spoil the butter. I did not in

tend writing a letter on this subject, but
just give the few hints others failed to
give.

Now I will tell how I have saved our
squash, cucumber and melon vines from
destruction from bugs, after they had be-
gun to colonize on the squash leaves in
startling numbers: I gathered a large
quantity of tansy and boiled it up, and
when cool gave the vines a good sprink-
ling with itithis I did twice, and there are
no signs of them in the garden. I saw
this recommended for the cabbage worm
in a Wisconsin paper, and thought it
might not be relished by other pests in the
garden.

A lady inquires what is the best clothes
washer? No doubt each of the opinions
of the different readers will differ, but I
prefer the “Little Joker,” from its ease
and lightness of operation, and exceeding
simplicity of make. (I have no interest
in its sale whatever.)

Iwould say to the lady who had the
trouble with her snow-ball shrub, dig
away the soil around it and replace with
good, rich mould, give a severe pruning,
now we are having rains, and dissolve a
little copperas in the water to water the
roots a few times, and next spring wash
the shrub with whale oil soap suds.

If the strawberry was never quite equal
ed it is nearly so in the Antwerp rasp-
berry, I believe. We have had Blackcaps
in great abundance many years, but Ant-
werps only a few, and they are “ just the
berry,” the right one at the right time;
no sharp acid, nor sharp thorns about
them, but rich, sweet and deliciously
ﬂavored fruit. Every farmer should raise
berries; they say they prefer buying,
which simmers down to doing without, or
at most a quart of musty ones from the
grocery. When farmers do not have good
fruit in abundance, and a vegetable gar-
den, I think it is owing to their shiftlcss-
ness.

But I came to speak of ﬂowers, which
are the next in importance for home en-
joyment. The best plants for winter
blooming are from slips set in June, kept
in good thrifty growth in pots planted in
the garden soil, or set in boxes of soil in
the veranda or Window, as most conven-
ient. Such plants will begin to bud and
bloom by this time, but it is better to re-
move the most of the buds until autumn.
Pruned into good form by pinching in any
irregular shoots, they can be made orna-
mental and worthy of care. I think in.

 

best not to defer bringing plants from the

garden later than the middle of September
if intended for winter blooming; as the

nights grow cold. and house-plants
should be subjected to as little change in
temperature as possible. Plants that
have blossomed in beds, if expected to
thrive in the house through winter, must
be lifted in September, and the old wood
and straggling branches cut away, leav-
ing very little of the tops, and potted in
rich soil. Do not over-water, but give
them a rest for a new start. I have a
splendid stock of young plants of very
many varieties, all of the best. Many are
now budding. I will send as usual six
plants for ﬁfty cents, which is very cheap
indeed; but that is just what I rooted
them for, and cared for them. I could not
keep the varieties separate and named for
that price,nor sell a full order of one sort,
but give amixed collection of blooming or
foliage plants. I can send three different
plants for basket for twenty cents.

MRS. M. A. FULLER.
FENTON, Genesee Co.

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QUERIES ABOUT BUTTER.

 

While the members of the Household
are discussing the butter question allow
me to put a few queries: Mrs. R. S. says
that washed butter will not keep. I do
not wish to contradict her, but I ﬁnd there
is a difference of opinion about her state-
ment, and would like to have it proved.

Evangeline does not allow the cream to
sour before churning. I have understood
that such butter will not keep; how is
that?

Do any of the ladies use borax to pre-
serve butter? I have read that it was ex-
cellent for this purpose, and would not
injure the ﬂavor of the butter.

WillEvangeline tell us how she man-
ages to get such a good price for her but-
ter? Does she deal directly with consum-
ers in the city, or through merchants?

Now just one more, in regard to the
churn; which is the better, the barrel-
churn, or one on the up—and-down dasher
principle?

Before I leave the subject, let me quote
a little from the Home Journal for the edi-
ﬁcation of Mrs. R. E. who says that it is
“ impossible to make good butter unless
we have everything nice and clean to
work with:”

" The scientists of the present day claim
that the germs of disease hide in the
crevices of a milkpan. and that nothing
but conscientious application of absolute
1y boiling water will remove the danger.”

Does A. H. J. really mean to teach us
that in washing dishes a clean wiping
cloth does away with rinsing the dishes?

I am greatly interested in the House
hold. and am often instructed by it.

MRS. G.
LAPEER, July 21.

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A CORRECTION.—“ One of the Girls ”
writes us, saying: “It was an oversight
on my part not to say that in painting on
satin a drop of megilp, which is bought
like paint, in a tube. for ten cents, must
be mixed with the paint before putting
on to prevent the oil from spreading.”

 

SOME QUESTIONS.

 

I wish we had more girls like the-

” One” from Howell. I am very grate-
ful to her and also to Beatrix for the very

plain directions for the work I asked for

for. I think One of the Girls must have
other handsome pieces of her own work,
which we would all be glad to have her
describe. ,

Does not Mrs. R. D. P., of Brooklyn
makeamistake in adding the morning
cream just before churning? Ihave al-

ways supposed that in so doing, the-

morning cream was wasted or remained
with the buttermilk, because it is not
usually as sour as the cream that has been
standing in the cream-pails. The sweeter
the cream, the longer it takes to churn
it, and if some of the cream is sweeter
than the rest it will not come as quick.
and will be wasted. I would like to hear
from others on this subject and know if I

am wrong. The night before churning
I always stir my cream thoroughly
hang it down in the well, and the next
morning churn without adding mor4
cream and it is just the right tempelature
to make good hard butter.

I would like to know how many of the
ladies are members of the Grange. I at-
tend the Grange and would not miss it
for a good deal. Our meetings are not
large, but very pleasant and proﬁtable to
those who attend. We always have
literary exercises, and this summer we
have our meetings in the afternoon at
private houses and each member furnishes
something for a picnic supper.

ALBION, July 23rd.

PRUDENCE.
—-——QO*————

Contributed Recipes.

AUNT EM, of Pontiac, cheers the Editor by
words of kindly appreciation concerning the
“little paper,” and contributes the following
recipe for

MUSTARD PICKLES. -—Take small cucumbers,
onions, string beans and pieces of cauliﬂower;
put in a. jar and sprinkle with salt and let stand
twelve hours. en pour off the liquor and
cover all with vinegar. Add one cup whole
pepper spice and cloves , a piece of alum as

arge as a walnut; cook three minutes. Take
as much ground mustard as will thicken the
vinegar, mix with cold vinegar and stir untii
it thickens, then pour on the vegetables, and
add three red peppers.

 

 

 

   

   

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