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DETROIT, SEPTEMBER 16, 1884.

 

 

THE HQUSEHOLDamSmppIememto

 

A JHOTHER'S THOUGHT.

 

Hother, with your children straying
Into danger everywhere,

How, amid your household duties,
Can you keep so free of care?

“ Oh 1” she and, with pleasant smiling,
“ There are angels everywhere!

“Angels guard the little children;
All their wilful fancies rule;

Watch them in the summer playing
By the deep and teeth pool;

Keep their little feet from straying
Going to and from the school.

“ 0;: the winter‘s frozen river,
In .1: .: summer's fever heat,

In tho woods or on the mountain,
In the danger-hauntei street—

What could mothers do if angels
Did not guard the little feet!”

And we are but larger children,
Needing also angel care;

They give courage when we're weary,
Hope and help when in despair,

Whi..~per many a word of caution,
Keep our feet from many a snare.

In and out across our thresho.Cs,
They go with us every day;

Oh, how often have they turned us,
When we should have gone astray!

Oh, how often death had met us,
If they had not barr‘d the way!

And we dimly feel their presence,

Feel their love, and strength, and care;
And amid a thousand dangers,

In life’s battle take our share
Fearless; knowing, like the mother,

“ There are angels everywhere 3"

—Lilh‘e E. Barr.
M“

A STREET CAR CONVERSATION.

*

“ I’m not at all acquainted with her; I
merely know her by sight, but I do not
like her manner, and I believe she is a
wpman without much principle.”

This was the criticism I heard passed

upon a woman, not present to defend.

herself, by Madame in brocaded velvet
grenadine and with diamond soltaires
twinkling in by no means shell-like ears,
in the street car the other day, and I wish
I could reproduce upon paper the intensely
virtuous, President-of—th e-Sewing-Society
air with which she pureed up her lips, as
if dissent from her opinion wasathing
not to be ventured upon by any “worm
of the dust.” Her companion, thin, de-
pressed, “skimpy” in dress and person,
as if nature had been niggardly to her in
the ﬁrst place, and circumstances had
obliged her to make an umbrella-case of
herself ever after, replied in a few half-
deprecating words, partly extenuating,
partly agreeing with one whose opinion
was evidently wont to carry weight
avoirdupois?), concluding:

“She is certainly very earnest in
church work; St —————’s could hardly get
0:1 without her.”

"All done for effect; she has a purpose
in view! I long ago decided she was not
a person I wished to know.”

Somebody pulled the strap and hustled
out, and our amiable backbiters discover
ed it was their corner too, and I lost the
rest of the precious conversation. But I
went on my way pondering on “ the
rar1ty of Christian charity.” Here was
one woman openly accusing another,
with whom in the same breath she ad-
mitted herself unacquainted, of want of
principle. in a crowded car, where might
be present others who knew the lady in
question, or knew her only by reputation,
and who might be inﬂuenced by this de-
cided opinion so publicly expressed. A
thought of the injustice of bringing so
grave a charge as want of principle
against a sister church-member, and the
further injustice of making this charge
in presence of others, seemed not to have
occurred to this fair defamer.

And I thought how often our judgments
of others have no more tangible founda-
tion than the “don’t like the manner"
of some person whom we meet casu .lly,
whom we judge by externals only. How
often such a prejudice keeps us strangers
to those who are true or noble of heart,
but whose real goodness, like the sweet
kernel of a nut, lies under a crust of
reserve and reticence, only to be revealed
by geniality and friendliness on our part.
[And this should teach us the importance
of cultivating the graces of manner, as
well as those of mind.] It is no great
wonder, since our own hearts are such
mysteries to us, that we do not under
stand the motives and intentions of
others, and fail to credit them with
sincerity of effort. But it always seems
to me that those whose hearts and lives
are ﬁlled with low aims and petty ambi-
tions, who are secretly conscious of all
the spite, envy, uncharitableness, malice
and social meanness they cloak with a
gracious exterior, are those who are al-
ways accusing others of “ want of princi-
ple.” They look most for the traits In
others of which they are most conscious
in themselves.

The habit of condemnation and criticism
of others is incompatible with a sincere
friendship. What humiliation it brings
us when we are forced to apologize for
some unkind or untrue remark, born of
this unfortunate propensity to pass judg-

 

ment without sufﬁcient evidence! How

    

soon friendship’s ﬂame burns out, and
chill indifference replaces it! And what
sad tragedies have followed bitter and
unjust judgments! The wife of Andrew
Jackson. attacked by the press of the
country during the campaign which re—
sulted in his election to the Presidency,
was so shielded by her husband’s care
and thoughtfulness that she never knew
that her reputation had been assailed,
every paper containing such assaults
being kept out of her sight. But, sitting
in the parlor of a hotel, she heard gossips
in an adjoining room repeating the
charges—she had been divorced from her
ﬁrst husband, and legal separations were
not so common as now—and the shock
was so great that she died of heart d1s—
ease in a few hours, the physicians trac-
ing her death to the agitation produced
by those scandalous assertions she over-
heard.

Aside from its possible effect on others
we must consider the result to our own
characters. “The habit of adverse
criticism,” says one writer, “is as cor-
rosive to character as acid to ﬁne gold.”
We have gained a victory when we have
forced ourselves to speak well of those
we are tempted to condemn, and every
such victory helps us be just and gener—
ous to the faults of others, which we
perhaps share in common with them. Let
us take the “ high ground" we can afford
to hold, and if we cannot speak kindly of
our friends and acquaintances, double-
bridle our tongues and not speak at all.

BEATRIX.
-——§o

TALE OF A CARPET.

 

“Distance lends euchantment,” there-
fore I rejoice that no one has called
sooner for the tale that hangs by the fact
that the carpet that I took away in May,
came near being the death of me. Allow
me to preface by saying. I have one most
serious objection to rag carpets. They
sift dirt, and the ﬁlth that lies under
some of them is enough in itself, to .keep
a family “weak and wounded, sick and
sore." '

My ambition, therefore, was to have a
carpet that would keep the dirt in sight. I
learned “on paper” that six knots of warp
and one and one-fourth pounds of rags
would make one square yard of carpet of
the best quality, and that all rags over
that amount went into the weaver's steal-
ings. Aunt Celicia came over and helped
me to cut and sew, wind, reel, color,
weigh, pack up and give thanks that the

 

big job was done. The coloring we did


 

2 ' THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

entirely with Diamond dyes. How they
will wear remains to be seen. They are
cheap, easy to effect, brilliant, and may be
durable, but I doubt it.

This is about the way I talked to the
poor old lady whom I had engaged to
weave the fabric: “If what man j people
say is true, Ihave always been cheated by
the weaver. This time I have carefully
weighed both warp and rags, and shall
weigh the carpet when woven. Have one
and one-quarter pounds to the yard, and
shall hold you responsible for any un-
warrantable deﬁciency. Stripe the ﬁrst
30 yards like Mrs. M—’s (a carpet that
she had just ﬁnished for a neighbor).
But, mind. you are to beat th’s carpet
up, and make it as ﬁrm as may be, if it
takes two pounds of rags to the yard!”
To all of which she readily assented.
But alas! she took not Mrs. M—’s but
Mrs. G—‘s stripe for a guide in the ﬁrst
30 yards. and before 20 yards were done
had used up the “blue” that I furnished
to go through 63 yards! Then there was
hurrying to and fro, and a kind neighbor
whose piece was to go into the loom
next, stepped into the breach with two
big balls of blue, which gladdened both
my heart and that of the weaver. Anon
the ﬁrst 30 yards were ﬁnished,
"'homely,” for she had put nearly all of
the dark col us that I furnished for the
the whole thing into it—but “good”—
for sue had made it solid as apiece of
corduroy. But oh! shades of all shams!
it weighed 56 pounds! which you see,
after making allowance for weight of
warp, was something over a pound and a
half of rags to the yard, and the fabric
was but 35 inches wide at that. Now
consternation dire did seize me!

Right in the midst of housecleanine—
without help—material for carpet rags
pretty well exhausted—the last 33 yards
going into the loom next day—and the
weaver with a head empty of all ﬁgures
and calculating machinery! But I stood
ﬁrm. rose equal to the height and depth
of the emergency, went down to the
village again, weighed the remaining
rags by colors, proportioned and wound
a stripe according to my cloth, told the
old lady to “bang away,” make another
good piece of carpet, and I’d have the
deﬁciency in rage made up and on hand
by the time shelneeded them. I did it too!
But it was business, and house cleaning,
poetry and the ﬁne arts generally
stood around ﬁrst on one foot, then on
the other. But at last the carpet was all
done. Bob and I went down and got the
last installment one lovely evening,
Paid the industrious old lady ten dollars,
made her a couple of substantialpresents,
and came away leaving her none the less
happy for all the trouble that she as well
as I had had with that miscalculated
carpet. Nine yards of it are on the ﬂoor
of this, my sewing room, where I now
sit writing on the table of my new sewing
machine. It is very pretty and “awful
good.” ~Thirty yards are on the ﬂoor of
the boys’ room up stairs. I don’t expect,
to ﬁnd any dirt, or but precious little
under it in the spring. And the remain-
ing 24 yards are waiting up stairs in a

 

closet to go on the kitchen ﬂoor, when
the old one begins to break.. This is
nearly all fancy colors, (by mistake)
and although a thing of supposed beauty
may not be a joy for ever-so-long. I
would say then in conclusion: Furnish
not less than one and one-half pounds of
rags and six knots of warp to the yard.
Don’t dye with Diamond dyes. Wind
your own stripe, take the exact measure-
ment of your rooms, (best done, with a
stout string that will not stretch), and in-
sist on having a good selvedge and solid
fabric. E. L. NYE.

METAMOBA.
—-——¢»——

A BIRD IN HAND \VORTH TWO
IN THE BUSH.

 

The most diligent search through Au-
dubon’s mighty volumes will fail to dis-
close any trace of that possible species of
the feathered tribe so unfairly described,
in a low commercial way, as worth only
half as much singly as a “ bird in the
hand.”

Shall we therefore meekly submit to
to the uncompromising statement that is
so constantly ﬂun g at us in its hard and
striking shape, and never even pause a
moment to give a thought to thoe hum-
ble‘ little fellows, snugly perched out of
reach of danger, cooing softly to one an-
other “in the bush?”

The bird in the hand was long ago dis-
posed of;‘ he was eaten up, bones, feath—
ers and all; or he turned stale on our
hands; or after the most careful attention
and lavish expenditure of regard, he slip
ped away on the ﬁrst opportunity. Just
for the time, a moment or two, he seemed
worth all the other birds in the bush, but
not for very lung. He was just a little
disappointing; too old, too lean, or too

small; something that should have been.

better after all our pains and labors. We
started for wild turkeys, or perhaps can-
vas back ducks, and this is only a robin,
barely a mouthful. Still some of the
sportsmen regard us with envy, and even
set up various claims to our bird, so that
his waning value gets a shade ‘ righter at
the sight of other claimants.

All the time, on a slender twig, sur-
rounded by leafy verdure, softly romanc-
ing side by side, perch two little birds of
lovely plumage, casting their bright round
eyes in all directions, two little objects
that make a picture that changes its as-
pect as often as we choose; these are the
dear little delusive “two in the bush.”
They cannot be approached very closely,
and none of the tribe were ever inside a
vulgar cage; thus our only chance of en-
joying them is to watch from a little dis
tance, for curiously enough, if we succeed
in killing them no remains would be
found. Nothing but disappointment
would result from a nearer approach. Oh,
those “ birds in the bushl”—long years of
care and strife have been rendered bear-
able, dark days brightened, pain allayed,
and vigor renewed, bya glimpse of that
fairy pair, ever cooing their dear, decep-
tive lay. Who shall rob us of them—our
sweet, uncaught, unconquered birds?
They are our one safe possession, that
nobody can deprive us of; our exclusive

 

property, out of reach and Slght of every-
body else, and always seem in the act of
ﬂying toward us. -

Commercial moralists shall not have it
all their own way, and convert us into
misers and misanthropes, with hard facts
and hard lines. Far away beyond their
ken, and safe for all time, are our sweet-
est possessions—those “ two in the bush."
Whenever a poor mortal faints by ' the
wayside, and notwithstanding all the
helps of modern science, dies in grief and
sadness, if we could scrutinize his inner
consciousness, we should ﬁnd that life was
too hard for him,through pinning his‘faith
blindly to this rough, curt proverb: “ A
bird in the hand is worth two in the
bush.” ’

“ When the dark hairs of the dreamer are gray,
And his tottering limbs speak of ‘ passing away,’
If the castles he built were but cas¢les of air,
Yet pleasant it was when he built them fair;
and the memory of days when his fancy had ﬂight
Wlll soften the shadows of swift coming night,
And he‘ll eagerly turn to that beautiful and
Where the castles are built,but not built on sand.”
Mas. J. C. GOULD.
Paw Paw.
— ——ooo————--

AUTUMN MILLINERY.

 

It is rather early yet for fall hats and
bonnets, yet fashion journals are giving
us suggestions :n‘. ”o eshadowing coming
modes. Harper’s Bazar, standard au~
thority on the subject of fashions, tells
us the small bonnets so much worn of
late are to continue in favor the present
season and through the Winter, while the
round hats are to be of medium size.
Small pokes, in the "ﬁshwife” shape,
having sharply pointed brims, will be
used as intermediate between the hat and
the small bonnet. Felt and cloth bon<
nets to match wool costumes will be much
worn. This will prove an economical
fashion to many, who will manufacture
a becoming head covering out of a piece
of the new fall suit. Velvet, plain or
repped, will be the leading material for
more dressy bonnets. The velvet is
put upon the frame in verv capricious
fashion, sometimes in loose irregular
folds, sometimes in side pleats across the
crown, and puffed around the brim. J et
will still be employed, and some of these
velvet bonnets will be covered with clus
ters of three beads, put on quite thickly.
Ladies who embroider can make very
dressy and extremely stylish bonnets by
embroidering the material of the crown
and brim in silk the color of the goods,
adding a little gilt if liked.

Lace bonnets are to be much WJrn this
fall, made up over satin-covered frames,
and trimmed with loops of velvet ribbon,
feathers or jet. For these bonnets the
black trimming laces, three inches wide,
are used. Rows of pleated or gathered
lace are placed on the frame, with edges
meeting down the center of the crown,
and covering the bonnet, the outer row of
lace extending over ‘the brim, which has
a white lace pleating inside. Such abon-
net needs no trimming other than a knot
of velvet ribbon inside the brim, and a
cluster of small feathers upon the outside.
Satin-faced velvet ribbon, two inches
wide. is used for ties.

Feathers are still the most popular
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THE HOUSEHOLD. 3

 

age‘of wild birds in wings or breasts, and
mixed clusters. This enables us to utilize
parts of various trimmings, too much
worn to be used alone. The ornament-
ation, whatever it may be, is to be placed
directly on top and in front, the object
being to add to the apparent height and
narrowness. A cockade bow may be used
with a bird on felt or cloth bonnets. With
black velvet, jet or gold beads, and a few
feathers, any deft-ﬁngered girl can beat
the milliner out of a job. But do not
overload the chapeau with trimming.

The round hats are in shape much like
those worn this summer, with high
crowns, and narrow rolling brim that is
narrowest behind. These are trimmed
with a facing on the brim and a smooth
band or folds round the crown, with a
bunch of feathers directly in front. Clus-
ters of wings are much in favor for such
hats. The fancy giHOODS are sometimes
used. Some round hats have full twists
of China crape, a beautiful trimming ma»
terial. The Tam o’Shanter is still popu-
lar for little girls, while misses wear the
pointed and sugar-loaf crowned hats in
felt and cloth.

. __..._____

PRETTY TABLE COVERS.

 

Harper‘s Bazar very truly tells us that a
shabby t..b'.e can be cc nverted into 8 p1 etty
piece of furniture by covering it with a
tasteful spread. .If one has plenty of
money it is easy to obtain handsome ones
at the upholsterer’s, but something may
be saved by making them up at home. If
any one about the house is handy with
tools, and can make a pretty shaped table
in pine, ebonizing or staining the sup—
ports, and covering the top tightly and
plainly with plain velveteen of any pre-
ferred color, ﬁnishing with a fringe at the
edges, avery dainty bit of furniture is
cheaply procured. The tops of these
tables are in various fancy shapes,
“clover leaf,” round, oval, or hexagonal.

We have seen a pretty spread which
struck me as being unique and very in-
genous, made of an old army blanket
dyed a deeper grey, with bunches of roses
and other bright ﬂowers cut from cretonne
appliqued upon it. This applique work
is easily and rapidly done, but must be
neatly executed. The ﬂowers are cut out
with a sharp pair of scissors, and basted
in place, then with a thread or silk of the
general color of the work, the edges are
buttonholed to the fabric. the stitches be-
ing regular and even but not close to-
gether. We have also seen a handsome
felt spread bordered with a band of the
popular “crazy” patchwork in scraps of
velvet, which being mostly dark colors,
were brightened by profuse use of gold
colored embroidery silk. What is called
“waste silk,” put up in ounce packages,
and sold at a lower rate than ordinary
silk, is much used for fancy purposes, as
it comes cheaper. If you happen to
have an old black sewing silk fringe,
which is too sombre for decoration, it can
be brightened and made useful by tying
into it strands of gay embroidery silk.

Discarded velvet ribbon can be used in

straight lines as a border on felt or ﬂan-

 

nel, the edges being held down by fancy
stitches in bright silks. Dress braid in
many rows, worked with the colored silks,
makes a showy and effe;tive border,
quite relieved of its commonness. Two
rows may be put on a little distance apart,
and the space between made into squares,
diamonds, or narrow parallelograms by
short leng1hs between the two. Among
the materials to use we may mention felt,
'ﬂannel, velveteen. and Canton ﬂannel,
the latter is particularly pretty with

a velvet band as a border. All
these goods, even the felt, should
be lined with silesia of similar or

contrasting color, they hang very much
better. For a bedroom or sitting-room, a‘
pretty cover can be male of squares of
cretonne, using one large square for the
centre and surrounding it by others, each
one-eighth its size, two of each kind of
cretonne alike, and placed opposite each
other. Cover the seams with black braid
or velvet ribbon feather-stitched or her-
ring boned with gold colored silk.

An exchange gives these directions for
making a pretty spread, which those who
cannot embroider will appreciate: “Get
the very wide momie canvas, the size you
wish your cover, and enough satin ribbon
to extend twice around the canvas. If
you prefer to use two colors of ribbon in-
stead of one, you can do so. Pink and
blue, or pink and wine color are pretty.
Satin ribbon with cotton back will do as
well as that with silk back. and is less ex-
pensive. It should be about an inch and
ahalf wide. About aﬁnger and a half
from the edge 'of the canvas draw out
the threads the width of the ribbon and
run in one of the ribbons. Half an inch
below this one run in the other. Then
hem the edges. You need nothing on the
edge as fringe or balls. It is prettier
without.”

The ends of table scarfs are some-
times ﬁnished with a band of “crazy”
patchwork. You can make apretty table

scarf by saving your old ribbons and_

silks, cutting them into carpet rags, half
an inch wide, and knitted or crocheted.
Save enough of bright colors to stripe
the ends after the fashion of a Roman
scarf. The body of the scarf may be made
“hit or miss.” An ingenious woman—a
woman with that happy faculty we call
“ knack,” can often evolve a really hand-
some article outofa lot of unpromising
material which another would hustle to
the rag-bag. One makes the best and the
most of what comes to her hand; the other
“never has nothin’” because she cannot
buy it out and out.

h“..—
SOME QUESTIONS TO ANSWER.

 

I wish to say to One of the Girls I am
very grateful to her for sending direc-
tions for Kensington painting, which
I have been wanting to learn so long, and
when opportunity was near, did not have
time to take lessons, and to Mrs. M. A.
Fuller, for suggestions on ﬂoricnlture, as
I dearly love my ﬂowers. I have tried a
number of the recipes givenin the House-
hold; all are very nice.

I wish some of the members would

 

give directions for making wax ﬂowers;
also how to weave hair ﬂowers, if the
weaving is any different from worsted
ﬂowers, which I know how to make.

I have some very pretty patterns for
knitted lace and tidies, also some lovely
braiding, Kensington and canvas pat-
terns in needle work, which I would copy
and exchange with or send to any of the
members wishing them.

Can any one tell me What solution to
use to make cattle horns pure and white
for hand painting? I have seen some
handsome ones, and would like very
much to know how to prepare them.
Perhaps sometime I will tell the members
how to make a pretty foot stool.

I have all the Households put away
very choicely, in a nice book fastened
with paper fastenings, and now would it
not be nice for the Editor to devise some
plan of an elegant case, with The House-
hold printed thereon, to be issued for our
purchase?

Fearing I have wearied the Household
with so many wants, will bid you adieu.

E. E. B.
SALINE.
*6..—

“ MOLLIE MOONSHINE” SHINES
ONCE MORE.

 

Well friends, here I am again, hailing
from still another quarter of the globe, a
very pleasant quarter too, I can assure
you; away off here on the peninsula be-
tween the two arms of beautiful Grand
Traverse Bay. It seems to me Northern
Michigan never presented a more wel-
come sight to weary mortal than it did to
me one bright sunny morning, less than
a month ago. After days of busy pre-
paration and an all night’s journey, we at
last reached a haven of rest, home. Rest,
did I say? Tell me, ye farmers’ wives,
whence cometh rest! Methinks the re-
ply will be, “ In the sweet bye and bye.”
Perhaps I have not yet become accus-
tomed to my new vocation, or have not
adapted myself as readily to existing cir-
cumstances as I may in the future. Be
that as it may, I shall often have recourse
to the Household for hints and help.

As the latest question under discussion
has been butter making in all its various
phases, I would suggest that the Editor
select from the many good methods men-
tioned by our friends, the one seemingly
best ﬁtted for general use, and that we
adopt it accordingly (if convenient), and
table the butter sine die.

Now, how is it about the hired girl
question? Why is it that they are such a
scarce article? Surely not because it is a
disgrace to do housework, for are not the
majority of girls in search of the chance,
and overjoyed at the prospect of doing
housework for some one, and is it not nee:
essary for them to know how before that
particular some one happens to cross their
pathway? I know one model hired girl.
She has lived in the same family nearly
ﬁve years, at a uniform price of two
dollars per week the year round. She
knows just what to do, and at what time
to perform her various duties; and she
does not consider it beneath her to work
at anything her hands ﬁnd to do. In short, _

 


 

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4: THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

she is atreasure. If any of the ladies
know of such a girl whom they can con-
scientiously recommend, and who is at
present disengaged, or wishes a place
for some time, please communicate with
me through our Editor, and greatly
oblige MOLLIE Moonsrmvn.
OLD MISSION.

W

SCRAPS.

 

In one of our exchanges which has-a
Household department, just at present
devoted to repor's of the meetings of a
society‘ of farmers’ wives and housekeep-
ers, who come together to discuss domes-
tic topics, I am not pleased at the manner
in which their experiences are given the
“baptism of print.” “I ain’t never
sorry,” “freezin’,” “biled” for boiled,
and “set” for sat, and other solecisms,
are frequent. Pray why should such

errors be permitted in an alleged report of .

a housekeepers’ club, more than in an ac-
count of the proceedings of any other
meeting, when printed? Is it that farm-
ers' families use incorrect language, and
it must be reproduced “to sound natural?”
There are women who commit the mis-
takes noted above, truly, but my exper-
ience is that they are no more numerous,
numbers considered, in country than in
town. Give us good English, Brethren
of the Press, when you write us up, for
you will hear it amid the lisp of leaves
and babble of brooks, as well as in the
rattle of carts and street cars. The
typical farmer has been the man from
“Wayback,” with hayseed in his hair,
and pants tucked in tops of his boots; his
wife the woman in calico and calfskin,
quite too long in newspaper jokes and
gibes. We have them, but the same
species ﬂourishes in‘ tOWn also. The

_farmer and his family are “coming to

the front," educationally and socially.
Pure English and undeﬁled is not con-
ﬁned to lawyers and theologians, but the
“horny-handed sons of toil” pronounce
it, “not trippin gly upon the tongue,” as
well.

 

COMING up the street the other night I
overtook two small boys, sauntering
along, hand in hand, one perhaps ﬁve
years old, the other yet wearing the kilts
of the three-year-Old. The little fellow:
with torn hat awry on tousled yellow
curls, and a face like one Of Raphael’s
cherubs, was saying over and over, as he
might repeat the rhymes of his cradle
song. oaths as profound as ever fell from
the lips of a graduate in the school of
.vice. That he had any conception of the
meaning of what he was saying no one
could believe; the baby heart was uncon-
scious and innocent, Yet what a shock to
hear such imprecations from such lips!
Who could help reﬂecting on the sur-
roundings that could lead to such a re-
sult? He had learned them from either
his father’s lips, or from his playmates in
the street, of course. And I thought how
mothers in the country, who mourn the
lack of adequate schools, libraries, church
and lecture privileges, are spared the
pain of seeing the results of a “street

 

education, " which, even with the best of
care, town children are apt to obtain
Strange, how widespread and universal is
the vice of profanity, in spite of its use-
lessness and ungentlemanliness. That
argument or assertion must indeed be
weak if a man needs take his Maker’s
name in vain to give it force. Boys swear
under a mistaken idea that it is manly; it
is only a sign of coarseness and vulgarity.
Remembering the oaths one unavoidably
overhears on the streets, from all classes
and conditions of men, one might wish,
perhaps, for the old days when profanity
was punishable by ﬁne or imprisonment,
and vainly calculate the revenues which
would ﬂow into governmental coifers if
every “cuss word” had a penalty attached
to it. B.

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WEDDING BELLs.—On Tuesday, Sept.
2nd, a pleasant party convened at the
residence of Mr. Alfred Noyes, on Vine-
wood Avenue, to witness the marriage of
Miss Ida F. Noyes to Mr. B. N. Beaver, a
wealthy and esteemed citizen of Dayton,
Ohio. Miss Noyes has been for several-
years a popular teacher in the Detroit
public schools, and is known to House-
hold readers through her interesting let-
ters from Florida and Cuba, published in
its columns. She wore pearl—colored
satin mervelleaux, with lace draperies
and ﬂounces, and diamond ornaments,
the latter a present from the groom. The
wedding gifts were quite numerous and
valuable,and included a silver tea service,
silver table and tea spoons, set of gold
lined individual butter-dishes, pair of
silver bouquet holders, set of point lace,
books of poems, etc. After a short
sojourn at romantic Rugby. Tenn., Mr.
and Mrs. Beaver will return to Dayton.
The Household people unite in wishing
them happiness and prosperity.
<O>——~—-—-—

Harman’s Bazar tells of two young
women, who, disgusted with the old
fashioned and homely paper on their bed-
room walls, concluded to experiment in
repapering the room themselves. They
wet the wall with paste, and put the paper
on dry, that is, without applying paste
to it and allowing it to shrink, as is
usual. The Household Editor tried this
labor-saving scheme “ once upon a time,”
and found the paper cracked badly. The
most satisfactory plan she tried was to

 

brush the strip of paper with paste, then '

brush the wall also, leaving the paper to
shrink while this was done. Only the
cheapest grades of paper are liable to tear
when thus handled, and the danger of
cracking off is greatly lessened.
-———--"O>———-

”ANNA," of Wessington, D. T., wishes
“Aunt ’Rusha” would send her recipe for
rhubarb cordial, for her beneﬁt; and also
that some Householder will give direc-
tions for making soft soap when one has
no wood ashes. She will use her initials,
Mrs. G. S. C., hereafter in writing to the
Household.

o>————-

“VIVIAN” says that in the directions
for her knitted rug, “bind oii and scan
together” should read “bind oﬁ and mo
together.”

 

Contributed Recipes.

 

CUCUMBER Prensa—Take green cucum-

bers, wash, and pour over them weak, boiling.

brine, which has been skimmed; pour Off, boil
and skim for three mornings. Boil vinegar,
and into it throw the pickles and scald; place
in bottles and add all kinds of whole spice, and
some red peppers. Then take cold vinegar and
for every one hundred pickles add one-half
pound brown sugar, which boil and pour over
the pickles and seal.

CUCUMBER Carson—Peel a dozen large,
ripe cucumbers, and grate down to the seeds,
being careful not to get in any seeds, as they
make the catsup bitter. Add two grated on—
ions; and let all drain through a sleve over
night. Measure the liquid which has drained
off, and add as much vinegar to the pulp as
there was liquid, (the latter is thrown away).
Stir in one tablespoonful of salt, and add ,the
same quantity of pepper; put in bottles and
seal. This will keep a long time.

MRS. J. W. P.
DETROIT.

 

TOMATO Pusan-avas—Take smooth, “plum”
tomatoes, not over-ripe; weigh them; and pre-
pare a sirup of one pound of sugar to each
pound of fruit, adding as little water as possi-
ble to prevent burning. Skim the sirup and
put in the tomatoes, adding one sliced lemon
to every pound of fruit. Cook till the toma-
toes are clear; skim them out into cans, and
boil down the sirup till there is only about
enough to cover the fruit well. Seal up tight.
For Mrs. W. J. G. Mas. W. B. S.

Deraorr.

 

RIPE CUCUMBER PlCKLES.—Take large, ripe
cucumbers, pare, remove the seeds, and cut
into pieces about two inches square. Steam
these pieces until they are soft enough to cut
readily with a fork. Turn over them boiling
hot vinegar, sweetened a little—a teacupful of
sugar to a quart of vinegar. Let stand over
night. In the morning turn off the vinegar,
which will have taken up so much of the juice
of the cucumbers as to be worthless. Have ready
a second spiced vinegar, boiling hot. made by
adding one int of sugar to a quart of vinegar.
Boil a hand ul of cinnamon bark and cloves
with the vinegar. Put the cucumbers in cans,
and turn over them the hot vinegar, sealing
tightly. MRS. J. H. E.

Newsvso.

[The Household Editor vouches for the ex—
cellence of this pickle, which she has eaten at
Mrs. J]. H. E.’s table, it having been kept three
years.

 

 

 

The our 0038“ made that can be returned by]
its purchaser after three weeks wear, it not foun
PERFECJkY gATIgl-‘A TO Y
in every respect, an tsp ce re nle b‘yse er. Made
in a variety of styles and prices. 801 by ﬁrst—class
dealers everywhere. Beware of worthless imitations.
I«one nuine unless it has Ball’s name on the box.

crﬁecaco conssr co., Chicago. In.

 

 

