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THE HOUSEHOLDamSsupplement.

 

 

COMPENSA TI 0N .
She folded up the worn and mended frock
And smoothed it tenderly upon her knee.
Then through the soft web of a wee, red sock
She wove the bright wool, musing thoughtfully:
“ Can this be right? The great world is so fair,
I hunger for its green and pleasant ways,
A cripple prisoned in her restless chair
Looks from her window with a wistful gaze.

' The fruits I cannot reach are red and sweet,
The paths forbidden are both green and wide

0 God! there is no boon to helpless feet
So altogether sweet as paths denied.

Home is most fair; bright are my house: old ﬁres;
And children are a gift without alloy;

Butwho would bound the ﬁeld of their desires
By the prim edge of a mere ﬁreside joy?

“ I can but weave a mere thread to and fro,
Making afrail woof in a baby’s sock;

Into the world's sweet tumult I would go,
At its strong gates my trembling hand would

knock.”

Just then the children can e, the father too,
Their eager faces lit the twilight gloom.

“ Dear heart,” he whispered, as he nearer drew,
“ How sweet it is within this little roomi

“ God puts my strongest comfort here to draw
When thirst is great and common wells are dry.
Your pure desire is my unerring law;
Tell me, dear one, who is so safe as I?
Home is the pasture where the soul may feed,
This room a paradise has grown to be;
And only where these patient feet shall lead
Can it be home for these dear ones and me.”

He touched with reverent hand the helpless feet.
The children crowded close and kissed her hair,

“ Our mother is so good. and kind and sweet,
There’s not another like her anywhere!"

The baby in her low bed opened wide
The soft blue ﬂowers of her timid eyes,

And viewed the group about the cradle side,
With smiles of glad and innocent surprise.

The mother drew the baby to her knee,
And smiling said: “ The stars shine soft to_
night;
My world is fair; its edges sweet to me,
And whatsoever is, dear Lord, is right."
—.llay Riley Smith.

 

THE NEW HOUSE.

 

Without doubt some of the many read-
ers of the FABMER are planning and saving
for the new house they wish to build as
soon as circumstances will permit. And
I think the woman who is to do the work
in that new dwelling ought to have avoice
in its planning,and her future labors
lightened, ro far as possible, by the con—
venience of its arrangements. It is Joa-
quin Millerpthe “wild-eyed poet of the
Sierras,” I believe, who rails against the
two-story farm house because of
the constant going up and down stairs,
which he declares an unnecessary evil
which is killing women by inches. It is

 

much better to build a house one story
high, he thinks,and eminently practicable
in the country, where the land a man’s
house stands on is not computed by the
square foot. But the two-story house is
so much more imposing in appearance,
“looks so much better,” the builder will
say, that probably our critic’s advice, like
much other good counsel, will be disre-
garded for fashion and custom’s sake.
But one thing can be secured, and that is
rooms all on the same level on the ground
ﬂoor. It is not infrequently the case that
for no conceivable reason there will be a
step or two between two or three of the
rooms. The eﬁort to surmount thatstep
is equal to the force expended to cross
ten times the distance on a-ievel. The
house in which I am living at present has
a descent of four steps from the dining-
room and china closet into the kitchen,
from which open the pantry and cellar.
There is no earthly reason for the change
of level, but the energy wasted in going
up and down these steps scores of times a
day is easy to understand. As illustrating
how unheedin g and careless both men and
women are in planning their homes, the
present tenant called upon the owner of
the house, who was just building a nice
brick house for his own residence. The
new house was built exactly like that oc-
cupied by the tenant, even to the steps.
On being asked why he reproduced so
grave a fauli, the owner seemed at ﬁrst
confused, then surprised, and ﬁnally
owned he . never once thought he could
build the kltchen on a level with the rest!

The many disadvantages of small bed‘
rooms have been mentioned in these
columns, hence I shall only remind house-
builders that whereas they spend but little
time in their parlors, more than one-third
of every twenty-f )111‘ hours is passed in
their sleeping-rooms. Good sense would
indicate therefore that the latter should
be ample and convenient, even if the par-
lors suﬁer diminution in consequence.
Too often the farmer plans for an impos-
ing parlor, in which the pieces of furni-
ture are like upholstered oases in a Brus-
sels carpet desert, while his own bedroom
is “not big enough to swinga cat in,”
if he had occasion to thus maltreat a use-
ful domestic animal. Arrange for a bed-
room adjacent to the sitting room rather
than the kitchen. A kitchen bedroom is
apt to catch all the odors of cooking,
washing, etc, and unless great care is ex-
ercised in ventilating it becomes redolent
of “smells.”

A farmer who has a windmill can in

most instances arrange to have the water
conveyed into the house, and if possible
it should be done, for only the housekeep-
er knows how much hard, heavy work
this saves her. Having the water, a sma11
additional expense provides for its heat-
ing, and a little planning locates the bath
room. It is very nice to have plate glass
windows and rooms ﬁnished in hard
woods, but a bathroom is better than
either, or both. By the very nature of
their occupation farmers are brought into
close communion with Mother Earth. Her
embraces are healthful, but leave their
traces. In most farm houses a bath is so
much trouble for want of any conveni-
ences, that it is omitted from one week’s
end to another. Indeed, I once knew a
well to-do farmer’s daughter who declared
she had never taken a bath in her sixteen
years from the cradle. and who seemed
utterly unable to understand the necessity
of such ablutions. I was reminded of
Samuel Warren‘s description of the ablu-
tions of “ Tittlebat Titmouse,” hero of
“Ten Thousand a Year," who oiled his
hair and eyebrows, dressed himself ready
to go out, and then dipped the corner of
a towel in water and passed it carefully
over his face, sedulously avoiding the
outlying regions of his neck and ears. and
then hung up the towel with the air of one
who has accomplished the whole duty of
man.

Dust and perspiration clog the pores of
the skin, and the impurities of the system
cannot be thrown off through the outlet
nature has prepared. Many who complain
of biliousness and dose themselves accord-
ingly would ﬁnd a course of hot baths
would do them more good than medicines.
“ Fresh from the bath one feels very
much like an angel,” some enthusiast has
said. I believe there is more virtue in ex«
ternal applications of either hot or cold
water than in the copious libations which
are the latest cure for diseases of the
stomach. However this may be the bath-
room ought to be recognized as indispens
able in every farm house. Bruneﬁlle be‘
wailed the untidiness of farm hands, but I
wonder whether her house boasted a'
bathroom or any convenience which made
personal cleanliness possible. Ithink as
a general thing hired men’s rooms are not
usually provided with either water-set or
towels. A Jackson genius has invented _
a bath tub with a heating apparatus be-

neath it, by which a barrel of water may '
be heated to the bathing point in ten
minutes. Such an invention ought ti.
meet with a large and ready sale.

I saw a suggestion in one of our ex

 

 


 

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changes not long since which I thought
valuable. It was to make the foundation
walls of the house double, with an air
space between to be ﬁlled with rubble; the
result being a cellar so thoroughly pro~
tected as to be absolutely frost-proof.
Double windows were provided. so ar-
_ ranged that one set could be removed in
summer. A house thus built would not
need “banking up.” The necessity of
surrounding the house with litter to keep
the cellar from freezing is not conducive
to the tidy appearance a man ought to
maintain about his home. When stable
manure is used, as is sometimes the case,
the practice is something more than un-
tidy: it is abominably ﬁlthy and very uno
healthy. The unpleasant odor penetrates
every room and seems to ﬂavor the very
food. At every thaw the eﬁiuvia is un-
bearable. No extra warmth is secured.
and even if there were it cannot excuse a
man for compelling his family to live in a
a barnyard. Bank the walls with earth,
with leaves, with straw, with anything
but manure. if you regard health or de-
cency, but if possible insure the necessary
pretection when the house is built.
Were I planning for a new house of
" my very own,” one of my ﬁrst thoughts
should be for an“out-door sitting-room,” a
wide, roomy piazza; if possible two of
them, one for morning and another for
afternoon shade. Not a shelf three or
four feet wide, like a narrow ledge on the
face of a perpendicular cliff, but roomy
enough to accommodate the tea- table and
its adj uncts,a settee or lounge where “the
boss " could enjoy a noonday siesta, and
where my own cool lawn dress
and easy chair should he—
get envious thoughts in the minds of trav-
elers on the dusty highway. Southern
people live during summer on the broad
and ample porticoes which surround their
homes, and surely a vine-hung piazza,
perfumed with roses.swept by the breezes,
and commanding a pleasant view is the
most charming of parlors for a summer
afternoon. an'rnrx.

HOW SHALL SHE CHOOSE?

 

“A penny for your thoughts, Alice,"
said a sweet-faced girl to a friend who sat
near her, dreamily watching from an
open window the passers by in the street
below, and thinking her own peculiar
thoughts.

At her companion's words, she turned
and said, “Emma, my observations have
recalled to my mind a previous thought,
that marriage is in many cases a farce,
and I feel rather to pity than otherwise,
many young people who marry; though,”
she added with a smile, “ they would bid
me reserve my pity for myself. "

“There is truth in what you say,” re-
plied her friend, “but you must remem-
ber you do not view this matter from the
standpoint of experience."

“I know that,” returned Alice. “ nor
do I wish to yet. You are happy, but
your happiness would not satisfy me. I
do not pity you, but Iw0uld have Roy
more earnest and enthusiastic in his love

for aman, he cannot be too tender, can-
not express too often his love for her.
Men are absorbed and forgetful after
marriage."

“ Alice " said Emma, laying her hand
on her friend's, “every one has his in-
dividual manner of expression. It is all
right when we understand and consider
this. You are inclined to magnify the
husband's faults. There are defects in
the lives of both, but my dear friend,
when love’s glad sunshine is mirrored in
the eyes, and its content ﬁlls the heart,
for all the defects, our ideal is near. Love
is the great builder. Your present ideal is
cold, it asks perfection while you can not
return the same measure; you do not,
cannot, now estimate the power of love
to build. When it comes to you, it will
give you new pov‘ver to create, it will
bring its own satisfaction. While you
will meet with disappointment, again
your anticipations will be more than met.
Remember, the man who loves you is to
you a different person than he is to an-
other. He manifests to you his weakest
points, as well as his grandest self. Others
may call your choice commonplace, but
love, pure and true, is never common-
place. You can afford to bear the world‘s
criticism, if you have won a possession so
rare and beautiful."

Looking wonderingly into her friend’s
earnest eyes, Alice replied: “I see apower
in the warm depths of your eyes, which I
have not yet grasped. I have built life thus
far without it, but I know you are better
for it; and I believe however good a
woman may be. she is far better when
she loves. I thought once I had loved,
but though I have suﬂfered, my heart is
cold. You do not know, I think; in my
early womanhood, I had a friend who
was pure and true, I know. He gave
me the ﬁrst love of his young manhood,—
could it have been only fancy? I (1 rather
whatIhoped were love be fancy, than
that love I trusted should have proven
faithless. I trusted him; my heart, gay
and untried by suffering, was happy and
full of hope. In time he left me to take
his place among the world’s workers. He
wrote often, and thanked me for the help
and sympathy my letters brought him. I
seldom saw him, but with my growth I
felt he must be advancing also, and
though he sometimes seemed careless
where he should not show neglect, my
trustful heart found quick excuse. I
made him all Iwished him to be. He
was my ideal, though unconsciously I
built above and beyond him. In him I
lived my better life. I brought all honor
and manly virtue to his heart and guard-
ed it there. My affection became a
beautiful part of my life. Its inﬂuence
was like that of a prayer. But there
came a change I could not but feel; I
knew we were drifting apart. He was
not keeping himself pure and unspotted
in the midst of temptations. He knew I
felt it, and though I would gladly have
borne with him if he had tried to be
pure as he once was, he became indiffer-
ent, and wrote me he was‘not worthy of
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for you. Oh! when a women gives up al

see why it were not best that he should
have been true, and that my trust should
have been kept unbroken. Now I doubt
every one; my heart aches and I cannot
go on for weariness.”

”Dear Alice,” said her friend softly,
“let your pain teach you its lesson. Why
ask for release from it? Your work is all
unwrought. the morning only dawn;
while you cry out in weariness. But the
Father knows you cannot go on. So rest
here till your heart has shed its bitter
rain of tears, till its sobs are stilled and
its murmurings hushed, till its pain dies
into waiting peace. Rest till you forget
the wrong, till you feel the sweet breath
of the morning. Rest till you believe in
love, hope, and trust. It is sweet to
know perfect trust, but you can go on
without it. Keep your belief in it, cher-
rish your faith and hope in the better
things. In the calmer, richer seasons of
your life, you will see that this strife is
to the deep-ﬂowing current of being
but as the foam cresting the great waves
of the sea. Pardon me if I grieve you,
but I do not think you really loved your
friend. He who was so base as to prove
false, could not satisfy you. Your ideal
need not suffer; since he was unworthy,
withdraw it from his life. Principle.
honor, and trust are not crushed through
the baseness of individuals.”

“Perhaps you are right,” said Alice,
“that I did not love him. I have thought
sometimes,” she added thoughtfully,
“his deception was a greater grief to me
than his loss, for I do not feel a part of
myself lost in his absence. Doubtless I
needed this lesson. It has taught me as
only experience can teach, though it is
full of bitterness. I have always thought
there must be some who would be true.
Others I have seen who seemed noble,
butI cannot trust yet. Trust must be
taught me now; before, it came uncon-
sciously to my heart. Like aﬂower in
the sunshine, it grew, not because it
chose, but because it must. You know
how a little child’s ﬁngers will close
about yours when placed within its own.
clinging, like tendrils, unquestioningly.
As’ the child grows older, its clasp
loosens, and that warm hand-embrace
comes again only with the hand which
has the touch of no other, the pure heart-
trust only with the promise which brings
content. But I have better formed ideas
in regard to love and choice, than I ever
had before. The false and unworthy
considerations for which people marrv,
have led me to deﬁne to myself a better
method. Let me tell you my idea: First,
love should not be a prerequisite of choice.
That is, awoman should know a man,
observe his tastes, criticise his habits,
study his character, before she thinks of
love, and he should do likewise. Where
worth and true character are beyond
question, the matter of choice should be
decided by adaptation, physical, mental,
and spiritual. Some marry where there is
physical adaptation only, others where
there is mental, and more where there is
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richer its fragrance. Even when its
petals are beingcarried away by the wind,
the heart of the ﬂower breathes sweetness.
I think love should so fulﬁll the desires

and needs of life, as to yield peace and.

content. Him only I could love, who
would help me to the life I see above and
beyond me, yet waiting for me. My
need of him must teach me love, and he
must need me as he feels the need of no
other, or I should not be content. The
one question of grave importance will
he: would he satisfy my heart in affection,
and my mind in desire and effort to grow.”
“My dear,” said Emma, “your ideas
are good, I wish more might think as in-
telligently as you on this subject. Make
use of your excellent sense and you will
choose wisely, I know. But after all,
your choice will not be a man whom the
world will consider remarkable. In fact,
I believe when you marry, people will
ask, ‘ Why did she marry that man?’ ”

“Well, I shall be too well satisﬁed to
care if the world does question my ‘ex-
cellent sense,”’ laughed Alice. “The
masses are not famous for right judgment,
or deep comprehension. The individual
has been the reformer, the example, and
guide of the masses.”

STRONG MINDED GIRL.

Jscxsox. __..._

TREATMENT OF THE HAIR.

 

Concerning the falling out of the hair,
complained of by Susie McG. in the last
Household, Dr. C. H. Leonard, in his
work on “ Hair, its Diseases and Treat-
ment,” says:

“The causes of the falling of the hair
are multitudinous. Sometimes it is due to'
abuse in dressing the hair, as crimping it
too tightly, burning it with curling
irons, orthe use of irritant coloring mat-
ters; or it may be due to the “ old age’ of
the hair itself; for hair, as well as man,
has its time of ripening, age and death.
When it becomes fully developed, and
its life matured, it becomes contracted
just above the bulb and falls out, the life
germ remaining to ﬁll the emptied follicle
with a new hair at no distant time. *

* * When the falling out is caused by
disease, worry and loss of nerve nutri-
tion, the reason is that there is not suf-
ﬁcient blood brought to the papilla of the
hair shaft, and hence the cell formation,
at the root of the hair, is not rapid enough
to keep the hair follicle preperly disténd»
ed. * * * Hence at this interval the
follicle through its cirCulary compressing
ﬁbres, strangles or cuts in two the mass of
soft hair eells just forming into a hair
shaft and the hair falls out. Often a lit-
tle bulb is seen at the end of the hair,
after ithas been subjected to this choking-
oﬂ process; this has led some observers to

say the root has been thrown out; but this V

is not the case.”

As regards treatment, Dr. Leonard says
this must be varied as the causes are
Various. Yet as the thinning of the hair
accompanies an enfeebled or vitiated
constitution, that is ﬁrst to be built up by
tonics. The circulation in the scalp has
become sluggish, and must be stimulated.
Attention must be paid to the hygiene of
the hair, which he reminds us is not a
collection of. ﬁlamentous plants depend-
ing upon dirt for sustenance, but a
physiological organ whose life is kept up
by the same material which furnishes

food for the brain~cells. The scalp

 

  

should be thoroughly washed at least
once a month, and he recommends the
yolk of an egg as an excellent deturgent.
This is to be well rubbed into the roots of
the hair and on the scalp, and washed out
with warm water and castile soap, rinsing
with clear cold water, and drying by
brisk rubbing with towels. If oil is
needed he recommends a pomade of co-
coa-nut oil, but cautions against too free
use. Frequent trimming is conducive to
rapid growth. The scalp, rather than
the hair, should receive the brushing, to
insure a quicker circulation in the fol-
licles and so incite growth. As a local
application to aid the growth and prevent
falling out, the authority given recom-
mends the following: Tr. cantharidis,
two drachms; tr. nux vomica, one half
ounce; tr. capsicum, one drachm; castor
oil, one and one-half ounces; cologne
water, two ounces. Apply with abit of
sponge night and morning, after brush-
ing the hair. Another prescription, a
lotion, which he commends, but advises
should have the quantity of rose water
increased, as it is rather strong, is as fol-
lows: Tr. cantharidis, one ounce; dis-
tilled vinegar, one and a half ounces;
glycerine, one and a half ounces; spirits
rosemary, one and a half ounces; rose
water to make eight ounces.

Among various remedies recommended
by those who have been beneﬁtted by
their use, we may mention camphorized
alcohol, cinchona bark in bay rum, and
sage tea. A recipe recommended to pro
mote the growth of the hair, consists of an
ounce of borax and an ounce of camphor
diluted in two quarts of water. Use this
as a wash twice a week, and clip the ends

of the hair occasionally. It is said to
much promote the gromh and thickness

of the hair.
——...—_

FAITH’S ARRAIGNMENT.

 

The pleasant little Household is again
at hand, and a welcome guest it is. As I
look at it, and think of the time, labor and
thought expended on its make-up, I do
not wonder that our good Editor some
times loses a very little. of that great stock
of patience which it must require to edit
a paper, and gently hints that some of
our readers have forgotten that they were
ever young, and then seeming for a mo
ment to forget the reverence due to one so
great and holy, speaks of Our Father In
Heaven as “the Great Originator,” and
proceeds to tell the girls how to adorn
themselves in all the “pomps and vani-
ties” of this world, giving as an excuse
for fashion and folly the fact that God
has created that which is perfect and
beautiful, and therefore we ought to im'
prove upon the appearance of the temples
He has made, by casting cloth about them
in all manner of fantastic shape, wearing
a bustle, some bangs, and ﬁnish out with
a few “ nodding plumes.”

Now, girls, while Beatrix tells you how
to adorn the “outside,” let me whisper
to you not to forget the “ornament of a
meek and quiet spirit,” which is in the
sight of God of great price, and while you
seek to be beautiful in the eyes of the
world, be sure that your souls are pure

 

 

 

and white, in the sight of Him who seeth
not as man seeth.

Daisy’s deﬁnition of a “ soda streaked”
Christian and mine hardly agree. To ilo
lustrate the case I will relate an incident
that occurred not long ago in our little
place: We felt the need of a band of
Christian workers, so some of us agreed
to forma Ladies’ Holiness Society. We
invited professing Christians to meet one
afternoon, and that none should feel
slighted, [ invited all those with whom I
was acquainted and said to a young friend:
“Go and tell Mrs. -— about the meeting
to-morrow. She answered: “What is
the use? She will not go.” “Well, go
and tell her anyway, and then she will
have-no excuse.” “What shallI tell her?
“ You may say that it is a ladies’ prayer
meeting, for you can not explain it very
well.” “ You had better leave off that
word prayer, or you will not see her
there?” Sucha Christian as that is one
whom I should call "religion-streaked,”
but where the religion has struck clear
through they will be in the class and
prayer meetings every time it is possible
for them to get there. They ’do not ex-
cuse themselves because the children get
sleepy, or plead work as an excuse for
neglecting what is their duty, but are
anxious to be found at their Father’s
House. I think I used to be somewhat
religion-streaked mySelf, but now I will
go to meeting if I do have to wear a last
year’s bonnet. That was the time when I
was pursuing the medium course advocat
ed by One Woman.

Now do not suppose for a moment that
I am one of the “ holier than thou” peo—
ple mentioned by Daisy; for I feel myself
to be one of the weakest and most un—
worthy of all my Father’s children, and
the nearer we get to God the more we feel
our own imperfections.

The incident Daisy told certainly is a
sad one, and it is against such “pillars in
the churches,” that I would lift up my
voice. If we serve the Lord, let it be
with our whole heart, soul, mind and
strength, and be assured that no one will
get the Christian’s reward, except the ear—
nest followers of the Son of God, “for by
the works of the law shall no man be jus—
tiﬁed.” FAITH.

Denna).

[The Household Editor pleads “ not
guilty” to Faith’s charge of irreverence
in using the term “ Great Originator” as
applied to Deity. It is synonymous with
“ Creator,” and equally proper and rever-
ential, even in an anthropomorphic

sense]
——-—§O._

SOFT SOAP WITHOUT ASHES.

—I—_—

' Some little time ago our correspondent
at Wessington, Dakota, (from whom, by
the way, we would be glad to hear once
more,) asked for directions for making
soft soap without the lye obtained from
wood ashes. The following from the
N. Y. World, may give the desired in-
formation:

“ Soft soap differs from hard in having
potash for its base instead of soda. The
making of soft soap requires experience
and care, it being an easy matter to overdo

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the supply of alkali. The following is
said to make a jellydike, semi-transpar-
ent substance that will not separate or taint
as it grows older: Procure 12 pounds of
the true potash f commerce; avoid cheap
salts of soda pu up in tin cases. Let the
grease be pure grease, free from bits of
meat, bone, &c. Break up the potash and
put it into a forty gallon barrel made of
soft wood—a hardwood barrel is not suit-
able ; pour on 20 gallons of soft water
and let the potash dissolve. In about 12
‘ hours add 14 pounds of grease and ten
gallons more water. If the weather is cool
it will be necessary to melt the grease ﬁrst.
.Stir every few hours with a wooden plun—
ger, and in a week or ten days the ope ra-
tion should be completed and the soap

made.”
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THE ROSE GERANIUM.

There are few plants for the house that
are more useful than the Rose Geranium,
as its fragrance is so generally liked and
the leaves so useful for bouquets and de‘
signs of any size or make. It requires
mellow soil, as do all geraniums, in fact
any plant; and I would not reiterate this
caution so frequently if I did not so often
see soil in ﬂower pots hard and lifeless,
and in which no plant could ﬂourish-
Soil from the woods in a large proportion
is the very best for the Rose Geranium
and plenty of it. We only use small pots
for ﬂowering plants, not for those es peci-
ally for foliage.

The next and equally important requ i-
site is pure air, andcool, also, for our fa-
vorite is no hot—house’production,iand is
really well suited in a partially shaded
spot in the garden until the cool nights of
October drive it to the shelter of the
house, where it will still ﬂourish if well
treated and shower baths not stinted.

MRS. M. A. FULLER.

FnNTON .
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SCRAPS.

NEVER before, in the ﬁve years I have
lived in this city, have Delaware and
Catawba grapes been so cheap and plenty.
Catawbas have retailed as low as eight
cents per pound, and Delawares at ten.
Concords, “ the grape for the million,”
have sold at six and seven cents.
ConsequentlyI have feasted on the two
former varieties, and will not sav “thank
you” for the latter. The Concord may be
vigorous, hardy and productive, but to
my notion it is not to be named in the
same day with the other sorts, so far as
ﬂavor or quality are concerned. It is
insipid as a glucose gum drop when com-
pared with the sweet yet sprightly Del-
aware, or the rich, vinous Catawba. More-
over, we can eat either of these varieties,
to use an old expression, “as long as we
can see them,” without the unpleasant
sensation of repletion which follows
moderate indulgence in the tougher-
pulped Concord. This leads me to say,
do not plant entirely of Concorde. simply

because they are hardy and can be raised

without trouble, but add a few vines of
better varieties to eat out of hand, and
give them the care and protection nec-
essary to ensure an abundance of deli-
cious and healthful fruit. “The best is
none too good.”

Hm is another way to make a rag

 

rug: Cut rags nicely, as for a rag carpet,
using delaines, ﬂannels, or other soft
goods; cut on the bias, as the effect will
be much better, and gather through the
center with a strong double thread,
drawing it up considerably, about as
much again as for a ruﬂie; string one
piece after another without sewing and
with no regard for lengths, but sprinkling
in the bright bits of color among the
sober shades. When gathered, weave in
like rag carpeting. The rug is said to
resemble chenille, rich and velvety. Cot-
tons should not be used if the best result
is desired. .

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

JUDGE Samuel Iiller, in the Rural
World, says: “As the war in Egypt is
likely to make gum arabic scarce and
high in price, those who have peach or
plum trees can make their own mucilage.
Lumps of gum will be found on almost
every tree, which, when dissolved in
water, makes a most excellent substitute.
I have been using it all summer, and ﬁnd
it to answer the purpose ﬁrst rate. If
this same juice was clariﬁed, and while
in the soft state sweetened with pure
sugar and a little spice, it would be much
better to eat than the pernicious stuffs
that are sold by confectioners as gum
drops, and which are, no doubt, made of
some animal offal, and doctored up with
chemicals, and which should have gone
to the glue pot at the start. There have
been times here, after rainy weather, that
pounds could have been gathered.”

A CORRESPONDENT of the Inter- Ocean
gives us a new way to bake potatoes:
“If fuel is scarce or much ﬁre is needed
to heat the oven, just put the potatoes on
top of the stove, laying some nails er a
hoop wound with wire under them, turn
the spider over them, and but little ﬁre
will be required to cook them well and
quickly.”

NATHANIEL OWEN tells how to make a
doormat out of corn-husks in an ex-
peditious mannerw “Take a piece of soft
pine board the size of mat required,
rounding off the corners; across this board
nail with lath nails strips of lath a third
of an inch apart; then take short fence
staples, placing the husks within the
staples, drive into the grooves already
made by the lath. Short husks will do

for a mat made in this way. If no lath ‘

are handy tie the husks together over the
staples with strong cord. This kind
will want washing occasionally. When
husks are worn out draw out the staples
and renew the mat, greasing the staples
if rusty.

SEVERAL requests have been sent in for
Aunt ’Rusha’s recipe for rhubarb cordial.
We would be glad to receive and publish

the formula, if she will kindly furnish it.‘

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Contributed Recipes.

Arm Dmnmes.-—8elect good tart cook-
ing apples, pare, cut in halves and take out
the core; make a dough as for soda biscuit;

 

roll rather thin anl cut in squares. Fold two
pieces of apple in each square; place in a greas-
ed tin in a steamer and steam at little more
than one-half hour.

Bump APPLE DumNGs.—Prepare as
above, and place in a dripping pan; pour water
around until the pan is one-fourth full. Bake
one—half hour. ,

BAKED APPLE DUMPLINes No 2.—Take one~
half pint raised dough, roll into it. one large
spoonful of butter; roll out, fold it, and set it
aside to rise. When quite light, divide into-
six parts; roll out and place upon each a tart
apple, pared and cored, and the hole ﬁlled with
sugar and butter. Close the dough over the-
apple, and place in a dish. Let stand one
hour,then between the dumplings put a spoon-
ful of sugar and a lump of butter; pour a tea-
cnpful of water over and bake three-quarters
of an hour.

PUDDING SAUCE.—T0 make a sauce for any
of the foregoing, take four large spoonfuls of
white sugar, two of butter, and one of ﬂour or'
cornstarch. Stir toa cream. Then beat stiff
the white of an egg, aid mix with the sugar
butter, &c. Lastly pour over the whole one
gill of boiling water, stirring rapidly; let boil
one minute: remove from the ﬁre and ﬂavor-

N0 NAIE.
Paw Paw.

SPONGE Carma—Put into a dish three eggs,
one cup of granulated sugar, one cup of sifted
ﬂour, four tablespoonfuls of cold water, and
one heaping teaspoonful of baking powder.
Stir all together briskly for three minutes;
bake slowly. Snsxn Mc'l‘.

 

 

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