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M0 THER’S GIRL.

 

Sleeves to the dimpled elbow,
Fun in the sweet blue eyes,
To and fro upon errands,
The little maiden hie s.

Now she is washing dishes,
Now she is feeding the chicks,

Now she is playing with pussy,
Or teaching Rover tricks.

Wrap; ed in a big white apron,
Pinned in a checkered shawl,

Hanging clothes in the garden,
Oh, were she only tall!

Hashing the frettnl baby,
Coaxing his hair to curl,

Stepping around so briskly,
Because she is n other's girl.

Hunting for eggs in the haymow.
Petting old Brindle‘s calf,
Riding Don to the pasture,
With many a ringing laugh.

Coming whene'er you call her,
Running wherever sent,

Mother‘s girl is a blessing,
And mother is well content .

____.__..‘_—_—

HEALTH HINTS.

 

f.‘ Blessings on the man who invented
sleep," says Sancho Panza, but what shall
we invoke upon him who “invented ” in—
somnia? Happy indeed those who have
never retired to rest, expecting refreshing,
healthful slumber, only to ﬁnd themselves
in that condition aptly expressed by the
phrase “ as wide awake as an owl!” Med-
ical works recognize sleeplessness as a
disease, and prescribe for it accordingly.
When medicines attack the cause, and
cure by removing it, they are invaluable;
but when relief is given by the use of sop-
oriﬂcs, as chloral, morphia and the like,
the sleep is not natural, and hence not
fully restorative, while every time we
resort to such means the dose must be
larger, and the effect upon the system is
more pronounced. I have suﬂiered much
from insomnia, and have tried many
things to coax coy sleep to pay me a visit.
but have studiously avoided the use of
soporiﬁcs, believing it is better to be
wakeful than stupiﬁed in order to sleep. I
have tried watching a ﬂock of imaginary
sheep, each having a pedigree tracing back
to.the “original importation from Spain,”
jump over a pair of imaginary bars, say-
ing the multiplication table backward,
and repeating nonsense rhymes. I have
arisen to. a midnight lunch of whatever
was to be found on my premises, oranges,
apples, grapes or candy; have applied a

wet towel to the base of my alleged brain;

taken a sponge bath, or sat down to read

the dullest book I could ﬁnd (having gen-
erally the best success with something of
McCarthy’s) with varying results in woo-
ing Morpheus. Usually the sponge bath
proves most eﬂicacious. Sometimes,
after mental excitement, a dose of Gelsem-
inum—homaspathically prepared, three
drops of the “ ﬁrst dilution ” in alittle wa-
ter—will “ send me off.”

But not long ago, out ofa learned treat-
piss on nerves, brain, etc., etc., I sifted a
bit of practical information that has help-
ed me very' much. If we observe the
position of the eyes during these ﬁts' of
wakefulness we will ﬁnd that though the
lids are closed, the eyeballs are turned up-
ward, as if looking at some object above
their level, forward outlook. The breath-
ing, too, is usually short and hurried.
Now, if by an exercise of will power,
we can turn the eyeballs down instead of
up, and at the same time take deep, full,
regular respirations, as we do when sleep-
ing, we produce a condition favorable to
sleep and “she’s got to come, she can’t
help it.” I have tried this a number of
times, and always. so far, successfully.
Tue only trouble is to concentrate the
mind on the process of going to sleep;
other thoughts must be ban: shed. I do
not think it takes over ﬁve or eight
minutes, perhaps even less, of this regular
breathing with the eyes turned downward
before “ﬁrst you know you don’t know
nothing.” It is best to try this method at
once. as soon as we understand a wakerul
night has been laid out for us, concentra—
ting the mind on the business of going to
sleep. The “philosophy” of It is that it is
an excess of blood in the brain which pre-
vents sleep. The slow and steady breath-
ing, exhalations and inhalations about
equal, remove the blood from the brain,
wnich, thus relieved, permits sleep.

An excellent remedy for weak and in-
ﬂamed eyes, when the veins are injected,
lids reddened, and lashes matted after
sleep by a discharge from the eyes, is
simple salt and Water. It is also good-for
dimness of vision, a condition we de-
scribe as having a “blur” before the
sight. Bathe them twice or three times
daily in water made perceptibly salt. The
sensation is not unpleasant, as one would
suppose; tears, you know, are saline.
Some prefer hot water to cold, but it is
the salt that hath the virtue. A physician
of this city says oculists would have less
business and people stronger eyes, were
this simple restorative more generally
known and used. Try this at least before
you decide you must wear glasses, for

 

 

these, once put on,can seldom be dispens-
ed wrth afterward. W hen one is conscious
sight is somewhat impaired, instead of
rushing off to an oculist to get “ ﬁtted,”
rest the eyes, give up all work that tries
them. Sightis the most precious of our
senses, we cannot afford to risk its loss
for present gratiﬁcation: nor to wear
glasses the rest of our lives because of a
little weakness, when rest and simple salt
and water will cure.

If you have bunions which make life a
misery, get half an ounce of prime tinc-
ture of Thuja occidentalt's, and dilute it
With one~fourth its bulk of water. Apply
night and morning; and if very bad
saturate a bit of cotton and bind it over
the joint before retiring. It will relieve
the soreness and effect a cure, unless the
bunion is constantly aggravated by a tight
shoe. The same remedy will alleviate the
misery of corns, but will not always cure
them. It is almost invariably a cure for
bunions. however.

My favorite remedy for cold and sore
throat is the homely one known to my
grandmother. red pepper tea. Not the
Cayenne pepper of commerce, which is
principally brick dust and Venetian red,
but the red garden peppers raised for
pickles. Make the tea strong, very strong,
very hot and very sweet; take half or two-
thirds of a coffee—cupful before retiring,
and wake up pretty nearly well next
morning. Be a little careful about taking
cold again. BEATRIX.

——-¢oo-—-——

A RAINY DAY’S Barman...

 

Little did I think when I closed my last
letter to the Household, away‘back in the
sweet springtime, that the sultry summer
would be waning ere I would write again.

“ What have you been doing? Getting
the twins and the other 17 oil? to the sea-
side?” “ Not a bit of it. I’ve been
doing ‘ road work.’ ”

How Persis and every other conserva-
tive woman in our little coterie bridles
and champs her “ bit” at that hold state-
ment, while every radical remnant of Eve
in the crowd smiles and exclaims “One
more link loosened in the chain that en-
slaves us,” while I, oh ladies! pardon the
plebeian performance! place my thumb
against my knows, pretend my digits
have an ague, and inform you that you
both fret and rejoice without cause, for
I have only been working on that time
honored, undisputed, never-to-beoignored
highway that leads direct to the mas—
culine heart—namely—the masculine

 


   
 

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of the necessaries of life, which but a lit-
tle of this same money would provide for
them? Others, toiling hard early and
late, eke out but a miserable existence for
themselves and their families, while in
a measure, they daily assist in ﬁlling the
coffers of the already rich. Ah, yes!
“All men were created equ al,” and all
will surely stand upon an equal footing
at last.

I think the people of these United
States could pay no greater tribute, nor
raise a higher monument to the memory
of the greatest man of the age, than to
help the poor, and not to spend for mere
outward show that which might do so
much good in the world; but use it, in the
name of Grant if they will, to relieve the
suﬁerings of the multitude.

My sisters, what say you in regard to
this prevailing evil? 2'. e., spending for
worse than needless show that which
‘might feed the hungry?

MOLLIE MOONSHINE.

MAPLETON.

SCRAPS.

 

A LADY friend recently confessed to me
her exceeding terror during thunder-
storms. It was a matter of education,
she said; her mother had been very timid,
and had brought her up in the same fear.
While frankly admitting she knew it to
be against reason, and due to early train-
ing, she was yet, through her own uncon-
querable (is it uneonquerable?) terror,
bringing up her own children in the same
way. With the ﬁrst gust of wind and
rain and distant muttering of thunder,
she began to pale, and called her chil-
dren, who with awed faces clustered
around her. I was sorry to see this
education in timidity continued to an-
other generation. Timidity is some-
thing to be overcome, not encouraged.
Not that I would teach children to be
foolhardy, or venturesome, or to fear no
danger, but rather point out the danger
and how to shun it, and educate them to
be courageous. Childhood’s fears are very
real; I would never ridicule or-ignore
them. Rather explain, and reason away
the cowardice. The phenomena of nature
are constantly recurring ;one cannot afford
to go into nervous spasms over every
thunder shower. Scores of storms must
be encountered in a lifetime, whereas if
lightning strikes us it will strike but
once. The chances are one to ten thou—
sand we will not stop a thunderbolt; if the
one chance is ours, we will never know
what hurt us. Accidents are occuring
everywhere, all around us, yet we never
pause to consider their possibility, why
save all our fears to let them loose when
a storm is brewrng! No. Teach the
danger of seeking shelter under a tree in
an open ﬁeld, or of walking in an open
ﬁeld with scythe or pitchfork on the
shoulder, of standing in an open door or
looking out an open window, of working
about the stove when electricity is play—
ing freely, but not the absurd idea going
to bed on feathers, or taking off crinoline
or corsets when a shower comes up. Yet
if a child is nervously apprehensive of a
storm, humor its fears and soothe and ex-

 

plain until the terror is outgrown or
conquered. It is dreadful to be so timid;
it is something to be fought against and

subdued. rather than encouraged and in- ,

creased.

 

As I was going home to dinner the
other day I was much amused by the
attire and enjoyment of a group of chil-
dren from ﬁve to eight years of age who
were “playing soldier” on the sidewalk.
They had furnished themselves with
paper uniforms, paper caps and epauv
lettes, and with wooden sticks for guns
were having “a real good time.” A
newspaper had been cut into narrow
strips two-thirds its length, leaving the
other third uncut; this plain part was
fastened around the body under the
arms, while the cut portion waved about
the legs and permitted that freedom of
motion so coveted by childhood. The
cocked hats had an air a la militaire,
albeit only of newspaper pinned into
shape, and a cut paper plume ﬂuttered
gayly from the captain’s chapeau. The
epaulettes were of folded strips of news-
paper, cut into fringe on one end and
pinned to each stout shoulder. Boys and
girls fared alike, and the parade was a
gay one. Mothers who have many chil-
dren to look after may perhaps keep them
out of mischief by providing paper. pins
and scissors, and allowing them to make
military turnouts for themselves. Playing
soldier is a stock amusement with the
children, and to have “uniforms just like

real soldiers ” adds a new zest. 3.
——.0.-———

THROUGH some unaccountable over-
sight, the letter entitled “ Sympathy and
How to Express It,” in the Household of
August 4th, is credited to “ Subscriber.”
Yet our readers will recognize Evanga-
line’s thoughtful pen, and it is her name
which should appear as its author.

L. A. B. wants to know how she shall
prepare cucumber pickles for market.
They are usually sold from the brine-
Small cucumbers bring the best prices,
the best being not over three inches long.
We believe they are always sold bylthe
hundred, not by quarts or gallons. Make
a brine strong enough to bear'up an egg,
and after you have packed the cucumbers,
pour it over them boiling hot. The brine
must cover them, and a weighted board
be laid OVcI‘ to keep them down. Keep the
scum skimmed off. Unless you have a
large crop, kegs are better than a barrel.
This is an old pickle-grower’s method
which he says he has always found reli-

able.
——.»—__

MAYBELLE wishes to know what will
take the mildew out of her new muslin.
Unless the muslin is printed, a weak
chlorine water, made be dissolving chlo-
ride of lime in water, and then dipping
oif the clear liquid, will do it nicely, as

we know by experience. No danger of'

rotting the goods, unless the water is too
strong, or the rinsing is neglected But
if the muslin is printed, what takes out
the mildew will be apt to take the pattern
too. Possibly by patience in wetting the
mildewed spots—if on the white part—

 

with chlorine water. and not allowing it
to touch the pattern. the worst might be
taken out. If pur readers know of a sure
way they will oblige Maybelle by “letting
their light shine.”
___....____.
Contributed Wipes.

 

BRINE FOR CUCUMBERS.—An excellent brine
for keeping cucumbers consists of one pint of
salt, one quart of cider vinegar, and three
quarts of rainwater; cover with a thick white
cloth, washing the scum from the cloth occas~
ionally. A crock or ﬁrkin may be used. When
wanted for the table, wash in cold water, pack
in jar, pour over them hot spiced vinegar, with
a lump of alum the size of a walnut for a gallon
jar full. They are ready for the table as soon
as cold. Jonn’s WIFE.

HADLEY.

 

SWEET CUCUMBER PICKLEs.—Pare cucum-
bers of table size, cut them lengthwise into
quarters or eighths. according to size. Pour
over them boiling brine and let stand 24hours'
Take out, drain, and pour on boiling water.
Drain again. Prepare a spiced vinegar by
adding one cup sugar, one teaspoonful ‘white
mustard seed, a stick of cinnamon and a few
cloves to one pint of vinegar. Let boil a few
minutes and turn over the cucumbers. They
are good the following day. The Household
Editor "eats pickles with avidity” prep ired in
this way. MRS. J. B.

DETROIT.

 

ROCK CUCUMBER Plains—Wash and pack
cucumbers in a crock in any desired quantity.
Make a weak brine of Ashton salt (or pure
salt) ; boil, skim and pour over the cucumbers
boiling hot. For three successive mornings
boil, skim, and return the same brine, pouring
on each time boiling hot. Then pour off brine,
drain thoroughly. Take one~third best cider
vinegar, two-thirds water, and lump of alum;
boil, skim and pour over cucumbers boiling
hot. The next morning drain 01f the above,
and pour on cold vinegar (best cider) ; put in
some horseradish. Put horseradish leaves over
them, and keep the pickles well under vinegar.
If this rule is strictly followed your pickles
will keep a year.

DRIED SWEET Coax—After the corn is
boiled, take a sharp knife and cut through each
row of kernels from end to end of cob. Then
take the back of a caseknife, and press down
on the kernels (holding the large end of the
ear up); and you will have the inside of the
kernel to dry, and the hull will be on the cob.
This dried corn will cook in one hour; and
after you have tried it you will never resort to
the old method. I can recommend Mrs. Bangs
method of canning corn.

CHEMICAL SOAP (EXTRA)-—Cut four pounds
bar soap in small pieces, add it to fsix gallons
of rain water; let boil. Then aid two pounds
sal-soda, and when cool stir in four tablespoon-
fuls of tu*pentinc, and also four tablespoonfuls.
of ammonia.

MASON.

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For Full Information.

An ordinary operator can earn from one to three
dollars per da In any community in the Northern
States on our ew Lamb Knitter.

100 Varwtm of Fabric on Same Machine.

You can wholly ﬁnish twelve pairs ladies’ mn-
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of the old Lamb knitting machine. Address

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117 and 119 Main St., west, Jacxsox, Iron.

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THE HOU§EH©LD===SuppIement.

 

 

MO THER’S GIRL.

 

Sleeves to the dimpled elbow,
Fun in the sweet blue eyes,
To and fro upon errands,
The little maiden hies.

Now she is washing dishes,
Now she is feeding the chicks,

Now she is playing with pussy,
0r teaching Rover tricks.

Wrap;~ ed in a big white apron,
Pinned in a checkered shawl.

Hanging clothes in the garden,
0h, were she only tall!

Hashing the frettul baby,
Coaxing his hair to curl,

Stepping around so briskly,
Because she is nother’s girl.

Hunting for eggs in the haymow,
Petting old Brindle's calf,

Riding Don to the Iasture,
With many a ringing laugh.

Coming whene’er you call her,
Running Wherever sent,

Mother‘s girl is a blessing,
And mother is well content.

_.__«._—

HEALTH HINTS.

 

f“ Blessings on the man who invented
sleep,” says Sancho Panza, but what shall
we invoke upon him who “invented ” in—
somnia? Happy indeed those who have
never retired to rest, expecting refreshing,
healthful slumber, only to ﬁnd themselves
in that condition aptly expressed by the
phrase “ as wide awake as an owl!” Med-
ical works recognize sleeplessness as a
disease, and prescribe for it accordingly.
When medicines attack the cause, and
cure by removing it, they are invaluable;
but when relief is given by the use of sop-
oriﬁcs, as chloral, morphia and the like,
the sleep is not natural, and hence not
fully restorative, while every time we
resort to such means the dose must be
larger, and the effect upon the system is
more pronounced. I have suffered much
from insomnia, and have tried many
things to coax coy sleep to pay me a visit.
but have studiously avoided the use of
soporiﬁcs, believing it is better to be
wakeful than stupiﬁed in order to sleep. I
have tried watching a ﬂock of imaginary
sheep, each having a pedigree tracing back
totthe “ original importation from Spain,”
jump over a pair of imaginary bars, say-
ing the multiplication table backward,
and repeating nonsense rhymes. I have
arisen to. a midnight lunch of whatever
was to be found on my premises, oranges,
apples, grapes or candy; have applied a

wet towel to the base of my alleged brain;

taken a sponge bath, or sat down to read

 

the dullest book I could ﬁnd (having gen-
erally the best success with something of
McCarthy’s) with varying results in woo-
ing Morpheus. Usually the sponge bath
proves most efﬁcacious. Sometimes,
after mental excitement, a dose of Gelsem—
inum—homoepathically prepared, three
drops of the “ ﬁrst dilution ” in alittle wa-
ter—will “ send me off.”

But not long ago, out of a learned treat.

ise on nerves, brain, etc., etc., I sifted a

bit of practical information that has help-
ed me very' much. If we observe the
position of the eyes during these ﬁts of
wakefulness we will ﬁnd that though the
lids are closed, the eyeballs are turned up-
ward, as if looking at some object above
their level, forward outlook. The breath-
ing, too, is usually short and hurried.
Now, if by an exercise of will power,
we can turn the eyeballs down instead of
up, and at the same time take deep, full,
regular respirations, as we do when sleep-
ing, we produce a condition favorable to
sleep and “she’s got to come, she can't
help it.” I have tried this a number of
times, and always. so far, successfully.
Tue only trouble is to concentrate the
mind on the process of going to sleep;
other thoughts must be banished. I do
not think it takes over ﬁve or eight
minutes, perhaps even less, of this regular

breathing with the eyes turned downward

before “ﬁrst you know you don’t know
nothing.” It is best to try this method at
once, as soon as we understand a wakeful
night has been laid out for us, concentra—
ting the mind on the business of going to
sleep. The “philosophy” of it is that it is
an excess of blood in the brain which pre-
vents sleep. The slow and steady breath-
ing, exhalations and inhalations about
equal, remove the blood from the brain,
wuich, thus relieved, permits sleep.

An excellent remedy for weak and in-
ﬂamed eyes, when the veins are injected,
lids reddened, and lashes matted after
sleep by a discharge from the eyes, is
simple salt and water. It is also good-for
dimness of vision, a condition we de-
scribe as having a “blur ” before the
sight. Bathe them twice or three times
daily in water made perceptibly salt. The
sensation is not unpleasant, as one would
suppose; tears, you know, are saline.
Some prefer hot water to cold, but it is
the Salt that bath the virtue. A physician
of this city says oculists would have less
business and people stronger eyes, were
this simple restorative more generally
known and used. Try this at least before

you decide you must wear glasses, for

 

these, once put on,can seldom be dispens-
ed With afterward. A hen one is conscious
sight is somewhat impaired, instead of
rushing off to an oculist to get “ ﬁtted,”
rest the eyes, give up all work that tries
them. Sightis the most precious of our
senses ;. we cannot afford to risk its loss
for present gratiﬁcation: nor to wear
glasses the rest of our lives because of a
little weakness, when rest and simple salt
and water will cure.

If you have bunions which make life a
misery, get half an ounce of prime tinc-
ture of Thuja occidentalt‘s, and dilute it
With one‘fourth its bulk of water. Apply
night and morning; and if very bad
saturate a bit of cotton and bind it over
the joint before retiring. It will relieve
the soreness and effect a cure, unless the
bunion is constantly aggravated by a tight
shoe. The same remedy will alleviate the
misery of. come, but will not always cure
them. It is almost invariably a cure for
bunions. however.

My favorite remedy for cold and sore
throat is the homely one known to my
grandmother. red pepper tea. Not the
cayenne pepper of commerce, which is
principally brick dust and Venetian red,
but the red garden peppers raised for
pickles. Make the tea strong, very strong,
very hot and very sweet; take half or two-
thirds of a coﬁee-cupful before retiring,
and wake up pretty nearly well next
morning. Be a little careful about taking
cold again. BEATRIX.

———-—-«.—-——

A must: DAY’S RAMBLE..

 

Little did I think when I closed my last
letter to the Household, awayback in the
sweet springtime, that the sultry summer
would be waning ere I would write again.

“ What have you been doing? Getting
the twins and the other 17 off to the sea—
side?” “ Not a bit of it. I’ve been
doing ‘ road work.’ ”

How Persis and every other conserva—
tive woman in our little coterie bridles
and champs her “ bit ” at that bold state-
ment, while every radical remnant of Eve
in the crowd smiles and exclaims “One
more link loosened in the chain that en-
slaves us,” while I, oh ladies! pardon the
plebeian performance! place my thumb
against my knows, pretend my digits
have an ague, and inform you that you
both fret and rejoice without cause, for
Ihave only been working on that time
honored, undisputed, never-to-be-ignored
highway that leads direct to the mas-
culine heart—namely—the masculine

 


 

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THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

 

stomach. ’Tis a “hard road to trabble”
these hot summer days, and every sister
should see that she carries a “ rebate.”

Whenever the baking and brewing, the
broiling and stewing have become mono-
tonous to irksomeness, Ihave taken down
“de shubble an’ de hoe,” rushed out
among my ﬂower beds and gone to rais-
ing hob with pig weed and pulst y, clov< r
and catnip. And ’tis wonderful—the
tranquilizing inﬂuence upon the tense
and fretted nerves—of a couple of hours’
work out where the lilies and the roses
are “a growing and a blowing” under
the sky and over the sod. Ah, those
lilies! Too lovely to stay. One majestic
stalk bore twelve perfect ﬂowers, ﬁve
inches in diameter, white and bright as
frosted snow, with afragrance deep and
dainty—equalled only by that of their
golden sisters. What lessons of life, of
death, of beauty, of peace, these silent,
swiftly perishing things do teach us way—
ward earth-bound beings, as they lift
their sweet faces into the light!

’Tis a dull rainy day—the one we have
been wishing for—coming just in the
“nick of time ” between wheat and oats.
Business on the farm is at a halt while
the heavens drip their elixir upon the
thirsty earth.

I have just ﬁnished reading “ Rosario,’:
a little book written by Mrs. Clemens and
Mrs. Willing, who went in 1880 as mis-
sionaries to the city of Rosario in the
Argentine Republic in South America.
The book is very interesting, as it takes
its reader right to South America, and
shows her the people, places, customs
and country quite defacto. Without in-
tent or planning on my part my summer
reading, so far, has been mostly “ within
the tropics ;" even the novels that I have
read for “dessert” have been of fabrics
found in tropical territory. Who of the
Household have read Miss Woolson’s
“East Angels?” The heart that dictated
Hrs. Thorn’s death bed confession to
Margaret is familiar with the “shams”
that are made up in the “green room ” of
feminine life. A brave body and a strong,
still spirit trying to keep an imprisoned
heart from beating its life out against its

prison-walls! E. L. N m.
Hons-rN-rnn-Hrnns.

 

SCALES OF THE GAR-FISH.

 

Every one seems to have the specimen
craze now, and I suppose I have it too. I
have lately received from Florida a nice
box of gar-ﬁsh scales. They are beauti—
ful, and do not look a bit like ﬁsh scales.
They are about an inch long, fan shaped,
and hard as a bone. I have given several
to friends who wear them as charms on
their watch chains. Some of the scales
are ivory white, others of a reddish tinge.
My Florida friend who sent me the scales
says the gar-ﬁsh is the terror of every-
thing in the southern waters, that ﬁsher-
men avoid them, as they will instantly
snap the stoutest line, or break the
strongest nets. Their teeth are very
sharp, and they are covered with a com-
plete coat of mail of these scales, and are
able to resist the attack of anything on

jand or sea. He says this was one he shot

‘ with his riﬂe while the gar-ﬁsh was sun-

ning himself on the surface of the lake.
I have many more of these scales than I
care for, and if any one would like a pair
you may have them and welcome, by
sending a stamp to pay the postage.

MRS. F. A. WARNER.
Essr Saemaw.

W
IN THE HAMMOCK.

 

One more perfect summer’s day at its
close, I mused, as I watched from my
swinging seat under the grand old trees a
sunset so rich in its glory that it thrilled my
whole soul into passionate wonder. I
felt my heart awed into gratefulness for
this beautiful token of the Creator’s love,
His thought visible in nature.

Then I curled myself in the hammock,
placing under my head the book I had
been studying, one of Evans’ Metaphys-
ical works, hoping thus to absorb some-
thing memory had failed to grasp. Grand
themes he oﬂers for contemplation! Not
yet convinced of my great and uncon-
querable ignorance sufﬁciently to rest on
it and forego the headaches I might, I
pondered the questions: Are thoughts,
ideas, the only existing things? Is there
no external world independent of a per-
ceiving mind? How may we become
truly spiritual, and how free thought from
the limitations of time and space? Can
we attain a heavenly state here upon
earth? The quotation, “ Every thing ex-
ists in the form of husband and wife,
without which nothing could subsist,"
occurred to me again, and I drew the
somewhat erratic conclusion that no wo-
man need to be unduly anxious about
marriage, for her mate exists somewhere
and will appear as soon as she is prepared
for that state.

While thus perplexed in thought over
idealistic philosophy, twilight grew ap ace,
and clothed the earth in shadows. The
calm of nature was undisturbed; one
great star dared the dying day, and shone
with trembling light in the pale vault of
the eastern sky.

But now I hear voices, and see ap-
proaching my retreat a man and woman.
They pause at a little distance, enjoying
the calm beauty of the night. I know
them and love them. Let me tell you
how they seem to me now as the soft light
shines full upon their faces. The woman
is young, yet not girlish. “Is she pretty
and good?” would be the masculine order
of putting the question of woman’s good
qualities. Her face and manner are pure,
womanly, full of earnestness and thought.
You will find in her woman’s grace and
nebleness, yet she is not beautiful. Her
companion is older, and a man having
the dignity and strength of middle age;
there are even silver threads in his dark
hair and heard, yet his manner is chival-
rous and youthful. His eyes are kind and
full of tenderness, and though the lines
of the mouth are very ﬁrm, I know he is
gentle as well as brave. Thought I, I
would like to ask his aid in my metaphy-
sical mudd'e, but I will not disturb them
by the consciousness of my presence.

Perhaps you would not think them

 

husband and 'wife, because of the

 

disparity of years. It used to seem strange
to me, but she says they wed because they
loved; heart and judgment sanctioned
their union, which is surely the grandest
reason in all the world. Then, too, all
must see how illy life is computed by
years; it is thought, pain, soul‘culture,
experience, which make us men and we-
men. Not everything is to be considered
solely in reference to time and material
interests. The life and desire of the soul -
plan for eternity. Love instinctively ﬁnds
its own. Whether we pause or hasten
amid life’s myriad avenues, what is our
own shall ﬁnd us. However our conduct
may appear to others, we act wisely when
we have the best reasons for pursuing any
given course. We may not judge, since
we understand not others’ needs.

Love is gradually built: we climb up to
sit on the rounds of respect, esteem, ad-
miration, conﬁdence, trust, reverence,
obedience, knowledge, truth—let any one
of these rounds be displaced or broken,
the crovvning summit of love is shaken.

But our friends, in earn est conversation,
have seated themselves on the ground,
and are in happy unconsciousness of my
close proximity, which surely proves that
ideas are the only really existing things
to them, and perception fails to inform
them that the external world furnishes
those ideas a listener and reporter. “But,
married people,” you ask, “what will
there be of interest to us in their conver-
sation ?” Listen, the wife speaks: “ I
think with joy how surely we may know
our Father’s thoughts through their beau-
tiful expression in nature. We may read
his love and helpfulness as clearly as on
the printed page we come into communi-
cation with human thought.” Then lay-
ing her hand on his she adds: “ But more
glad and strong and happy I am to—night
because of the human love, the Divine
touching life into radiant glory through a
warm, grand, human heart 1”

Ah! I thought, those are sweet words;
the weariness of the day will vanish in
such an helpful atmosphere. That offers,
in part, a solution of the question, “ How
to become spiritual.” It is through the
knowledge and blessedness of human and
Divine love. In their lives is spiritual
growth, and what is love without that?
But what does he reply?

Oh! Love fraught with the helpfulness
of beautiful expression! I saw him press
the warm hand to his lips, and heard him
call her, “ My queen!” I know there was
the glory and wonder of a new revelation
in her eyes. I almost envied her as I
said within my heart, love is the strength
and beauty of life, truly it is a story of
eternal duration.

Now he speaks again: “ But the ques.
tion of love is a boundless one. ‘ God is
love,’ and love is God. Love ﬁlls the uni-
verse and includes all within it, seeks to
build, strengthen and beautify all. Itis
the native element of the soul, its life, its
power. It must include the race in order
to ﬁnd its completeness of being. Less
than that limits its activity, dwarfs its
powers, and makes us narrow and sel-
ﬁsh.”

“You think I have not considered love

 

 


 

 

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in its fullness ?” she asked. “ Doubtless
I have not. We shall perhaps never know
all of love’s meaning, that would be to
encompass all wisdom. The love I spoke
of is that which the soul requires to com-
plete its own being, since without union
nothing can exist in completeness. True
love is not wholly individual: as you say,
it includes the race. The love-na‘ure of
a great and generous heart knows no
limit. It reaches out into inﬁnity, builds
for eternity. The objects of love may
fade and die, love itself is indestructible.
Yet law may center in expression upon
the individual who is lovely to us, and
such expression should be always sweet
to us. It does not narrow love, it simply
proves the soul’s recognition of some—
thing beautiful and helpful. We are self-
made in that we recognize what we desire,
seek what we need, and in every act of
life follow out the inner principle of self-
help. Yet it is beautifully ordained that

‘ we be unselﬁsh even in self-help, for we
can never build up a fair life-structure
without aiding and perfecting all lives,
including our own. Some natures are
more helpful to us than others, for in our
intercourse with each we are restrained
by the laws governing and building that
life.”

“Yes,” replied the companion,‘ let every
one understand his own heart and the
issues of his life, then he may also know
those who love him.”

“That is true,” said she, “ and no sel-
ﬁsh, prejudiced person will ever love you.
We must come into harmony with any life
in order to give or receive. A natural
blending of lives should be proof of her
mony, and a safeguard against distrust,
for the God-like impulse of humanity is
to trust, help. love.”

There, said I, not stopping for his re-
ply, (which I think had special signiﬁ-
cance for her alone) in their lives is help-
fulness, the highest law and the other
name of life and harmony, the highest
law of Heaven. I’ve believed ﬁrmly in
this truth ever since I began to under-
stand it,” “Each ﬁnds his heaven when
all is harmony in his own life.” And here
heaven is more beautiful and expansive
because of perfect union; for do not
‘ lives, like rivers, lent, take in a broader
heaven?’

Now one question remains, and I really
believe it is fairly cleared up right here
before my eyes; here is“thought freed from
the limitations of time and space,” surely,
for it must be past ten o’clock and harvest
time, and yet those two are oblivious to
everything but ideas. Here, in my haste,
and forgetfulness of the " limitations of
matter,” I failed to extricate myself
gracefully from the hammock, and in my
contact with terra ﬁrma, womaniike, ut
tered an exclamation of surprise, which
quickly brought my friends to my
side, much surprised to ﬁnd I had been
“so near and yet so far” from them all
the evening. Then I had to ask pardon
for “ keeping so quiet,” and it was grant-
ed, when I told them, through their in-
structions, I was a thorough convert to
the philosophy of idealism.

STRONG MINDED GIRL.
Lnsnn.

 

EVANGALINE’S DEFENSE.

 

“ The friend who holds the mirror to your face,
And hiding none, is not a'raid to trace
Your faults, your smallest blemishes within;
Who friendly warns, reproves you if you sin—-
Although it seems not so, he is your frit nd.
But he who ever ﬂattering, gives you praise,
And ne‘er rebukes, nor censures, nor delays
To come with eagerness and grasp your hand,
And pardon you, ere pardon you demand—
Hc is your enemy, though he seem your friend.’

“Old School Teacher,” [think you are
just a little bit hard on me in your last
article. I am afraid that you did not read
“Waste in the Kitchen ” as a good school
teacher ought to, or you would see that I
was not talking about farmers at all; the
article was suggested by reading about
so much want and suffering last winter
by mechanics and laborers of different
kinds, who were thrown out of employ-
ment, and had made no provision of any
kind for a rainy day, and it was attribut-
ed in a measure to incompetency on the
part of the wives in managing their
households. I have personal knowledge
also of much poor cooking and wanton
waste in such homes. No, I must say that
I think there is a superior article of bread
made in our farm homes; in fact if you
want to sit down to a well spread table
go to a farm house for it. I also have an
excellent opinion of the Tecumseh ladies;
my brother married his wife in Tecumseh,
and she is a ﬁne woman. I am really
sorry that I gave offense, although in-
noce ntly, for the ladies of the Household
have shown me so much kindness that I
should dislike to lose their good opinion.

EVANGALINE.
BATTLE CREEK.

———w————
A CHANCE FOR INVENTIVE
GENIUS.

 

I want a new kitchen utensil, some-
thing not yet invented. The pressing
need of the article is this: We much pres
fer salt rising bread to that made with
yeast, but generally go without, because
of inability to keep the “rising” at ex-
actly the right temperature on a common
stove, though the pitcher containing it
travel from oven to top of reservoir,
and all around the stovepipe. Conse~
quently it is late in rising and the bread
is not ready to bake till evening. Now if
somebody would invent some kind of an
incubator to keep it at exactly the right
temperature, with a common kerosene
lamp for instance, it would rise in six
hours.

Are housekeepers, like poets, born, not
made? I envy housekeepers I know who
seem to delight in their work, who would
not want any of it lessened because of
their pleasure in every detail. I think it
must be one of the happiest fates in life
to have a work in which you can put
your whole heart; to have joy and duty
all one. But after twenty years’ faithful
trial of it I confess I don’t like it. Not
but what my share of it is done, because
my loved ones shall not suffer from any
neglect of mine. And to come down to
particulars I quite appreciate nicely
cooked, appetizing meals myself. Then
'clean clothes are a necessity, and where
there is much to be done order must be
maintained, or the wheels are clogged at

 

once. Occasionally, like Aunt Dinah in
Uncle Tom's Cabin, I have " -.-laring up
spells,” spasms which always attack me
after a visit to a neighbor who is an
enthusiastic housekeeper. But the next
day the thought of the total hopelessness
of it all chills my energies. No matter in
what perfect condition you have brought
every thing to night, the same routine
(with a few extras), must be gone
over to-morrow. You can spend the
whole forenoon in preparing a dinner
which the family and those hired men
will demolish in twenty minutes, leaving
only a chaos of dirty dishes to be washed,
and have the knowledge that the same
thing must be gone through at supper
time. Moreover, I like to help my bus
band in the momentous business of
getting along in the world, and house-
keeping instead of adding to the family
pocketbook is always taking out. Still,
as I expect it to be my lifework for the
years to come, I should be glad to culti-
vate a liking for it if some one will tell

me how. HULDAH PERKINS.

PIONEER.
“-90,——

SUN DRY ITEMS.

 

I have been intending for some time to
reply to the lady who had trouble With
the chocolate not meltin g, but owing to
the advent of baby No. 2, have neglected
it. I have never had any trouble with
Baker’s chocolate myself, but L. of Climax,
says she had the same trouble once, when
the cake of chocolate had been exposed to
the air for some time. Hope she will try
again with better success.

I see in the last Household another
speaks of failure in packing ham without
cooking. I cannot understand it, for I
have packed mine in that way for four
years, and have kept it perfectly until
December. Did she, I wonder, do as a
neighbor of mine did, set the crock on the
stove while she packed it, and the heat
drew the juice of the meat so that the
lower portion of it was not good.

I want to thank several of the sisters
for information about rubbers for the
Colby washer; you can obtain good ones
at Reading, Hillsdale County, for twenty
cents a pair.

I can echo D. P. Dewey’s remark about
the little paper bringing peace to the
household, for now the “ gude men” and
I each have a piece to read. I say “long
life to it.” M. r. o.

BATTLE CREEK.

——-—-...——_

SKELETONIZING LEAVES .

 

One of our correspondents asks if it is
too late to prepare skeleton leaves, and if
not, would like to know the process. No;
it is not too late. There are two pro-
cesses for skeletonizing, one of which re-
quires the leaves to be soaked for several
weeks in rain water, till the cellular matter
or “green ” will easily separate from the
veins. This is a tedious and unpleasant
process, but is said to yield the most per-
fect leaves. The other method is to boil
them for an hour in a quart of water in
which four ounces of washing soda have
been dissolved, to which two ounces of

 


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THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

slaked quicklime is added. Dissolve the
soda in the boiling water, add the lime
and boil ten or ﬁfteen minutes, then pour
of the clear liquid to boil the leaves in.
If atithe end of the hour the parenchyma
does not easily separate from the veins
by gently rubbing between the thumb
and ﬁnger, under cold water, boil a little
longer, then try again. Care must be
taken not to rub hard enough to break
the delicate network of veins, and it is
necessary to boil more leaves than are
needed to provide for damage in skele-
tonizing. The skeletons must be bleached,
as they are of a dirty white color. To
do this lay them in chlorine water, made
by addinga teaspoonful of chloride of
lime to a quart of water. Some advise
the'addition of a few drops of vinegar.
Leavethem in the bleach ﬁfteen minutes;
if left too long they are brittle and break
in making up. Dry under gentle pressure.
As regards the best leaves to use, the
various sizes of maple leaves, oak, elm,
beech, ferns, sumach, give pretty and
varied shapes. Large, coarse leaves do
not make up prettily. Fine wire and a
pair of pincers are the only “ tools ” nec-
essary. The leaves are usually clustered
as aﬂat bouquet against a black velvet
background, or in a round one to be kept
under a glass shade.
_...____..._____

ANSWERS T0 CORRESPON DENTS.

 

M. AJR. asks whether, in speaking or
writing to awite‘, her husband’s title, if he
have onegshoulti be given her, as “Mrs.
Judge Smith.”rv N0; the wife is simply
Mrs. Smith. The wife of General Grant
is known, .in: society, as plain “ Mrs.
Grmt.”‘v’l‘he wife of a man elected mayor
of aninterior-city‘ provoked much good
humored laughter by having her visiting
cards .printed"‘i'Mrs. Mayor —-—-.” It is
the wives of-small' dignitaries who are
most anxiousto assume the titles of their
husbands. ‘An eastern paper tells the
story oféa happening at a seaside hotel
where a pailzoﬁ salt water was placed at
the door ofteach guest’s room every morn
ing. These pails were labeled "Smith,”
“ Browm’? or otherwise, accordzng to the
occupant. The: wife of a newly made
judge co nvulsed the boarders by aﬁ‘ixing
to thespail ather ‘door the legend “ Mr.
and. Mrs. Judge Jones.”

'thmber‘”-wants to know if she shall
“bang” her hairornot, and would like
the opinions of the Household on
“bangs.” No, Amber. Life is too short
and type-setting too costly to waste either
on so trivial amatter. The Declaration of
Independence secures to every American
citizen of: either-«sex, regardless of age,
colory or “previous condition of servi-
tude” the right to life. liberty—and bangs.

 

‘ INFORMATION WANTED.
.-"‘:',‘ ' ‘.1.l_’l 3:1

Williso'me one tell us how to 'make good
cheese ‘on a small’scale, to weigh from
twelveitojﬂf‘teeh’poutids? I now some-
thing 'alitiutf i"it;’”i'1'a've made a few, but
wish“ to :knzov'vf‘iithers’ methods. What
makes‘ch‘cese strong? I’am a great lover of

2

chéeihibiit want-ave:- mild and soft-

 

'Should the whey be hurried oﬁ the curd
while warm, or is it best to let it drain
partially? What is the rule for salting,
and what would be the consequence if too
much salt was put in? How long should
the cheese remain in the press? Should
it be cured in a dry, cool, or warm place?
Is it necessary to grease the cheese after
the ﬁrst time? What would be the con-
sequence if the curd should be scalded

too much, or not enough?

MRS. M. C. M.
Srs‘rnn Laxxs.

 

Mas. J. P. PHILLIrs, of Wiener, would
be obliged if some one would tell her how
to bleach a ﬁne white straw hat. Can
anybody give the exact “ how to do it?”
Sulphur fumes, “ brimstone in a barrel”

-is the medium employed by milliners—

or used to be, but we are not informed as
to the precise method.
——-——-..._.___

Tm! Household Editor acknowledges
the receipt of a couple of the gar-ﬁsh
scales which Mrs. Warner oﬁers to give
to those who write for them. We infer
this ﬁsh to be the fresh-water gar-ﬁsh or
alligator-gar. from the rhomboid form of
the scales, which resemble a bit of coarse-
grained ivory, and are curiously ﬂuted,
almost as if carved. Those who are col-
lecting specimens for a cabinet will ﬁnd
them not uninteresting, especially if they
study up the natural history of their
specimens, in which lies the only beneﬁt
of "specimens.”

__...____

IN the little book kept by the House
hold Editor, in which are entered the
names and addresses of contributors,
there are many names of those who have
written but once or twice. We would be
glad to hear from them again, as well as
from our more regular contributors. Do
not be selﬁsh, but describe your house-
hold helps and conveniencies for others’
beneﬁt; if you makeapretty ornament
for your home, tell the Household how it
was done; if you ﬁnd away to lighten
labor, let your discovery lift the burden
for another. Let us help each other by
asking questions, giving advice, and dis—
closing our needs, our aims, and ambi—
tions, thus helping while being helped.

..___...____

Contributed Recipes.

 

PICKLED CABBAGE.— Pack a three gallon
crock full of cabbage; if you like onions, take
a quart, sliced thin; two quarts vinegar, or
suﬁieient to cover the cabbage; two pounds of
brown sugar; two tablespoonfuls ground mus-
tard, two of black pepper, two of cinnamon,
two of tumeric, two of celery seed, one of all.

Spice, one of mace, one of pulver-
ized alum. Pack the cabbage and
on ions in alternate layers with , a little

s-tlt between; let stand until next day; then
scald the vinegar, sugar and spices together
and pour over the cabbage. Do this three
mornings in succession. The fourth morning
put all together over the ﬁre and let boil for
ﬁve minutes; when cold pack in small jars. It
is ﬁt for use as soon as cold. Splendid.

RIPE Tortuous—Three cups of ripe toma-
toes, prepared; put in one quart boiling water,
cook nine minutes; then add one even tea-
spoonful soda, half a pint of sweet cream, a
piece of butter, salt and pepper. Have some

 

crackers in a dish, pour the tomatoes over and
serve hot.

DnEssmd non COLD SLAM—Take six hard
boiled eggs, chop the whites with the cabbage.
Mix the yolks with 3. tables ooonful of mustard,
teaspoonful of pepper, a piece of butter size of
an egg, melted, and put in a small teacupful of
strong vinegar. Mas. T. W. Seamus.

Bar-rm CREEK.

Sor'r GINGER Unis—Three eggs; one cup
butter; half cup sour cream; half cup skim
milk; one cup New Orleans molasses; four
cups sifted ﬂour; one tablespoonful ginger;
two small teaspoonfuls soda.

COFFEE CAKE—TWO eggs; one cu}? dark
brown sugar; one cup New Orleans molasses;
one cup cold coffee; four cups sifted ﬂour;
one cup raisins, washed and dried, and then
rolled in ﬂour; one cup English currants;
half cup butter; one teaspoonful each ground
spices; one teaspoonful soda; one teaspoonful
lemon extract.

CORN Basso—Two cups buttermilk; three-
fourths cup molasses; two cups corn meal; one
and a half cups white ﬂour; small tablespoon-
ful soda, dissolved in the buttermilk; tea-
spoonful salt. Steam three hours. To be
eaten hot. Slice and steam when you wish to
warm up. '

PARKER Honsn ROLLs.—0ne pint scalded
milk; let it cool, and add two tablespoonfuls of
sugar, two of lard, two of hop yeast; 9. tea-
spoonful salt. In winter mix the batter over
night; in the morning knead, setto rise again,
and at noon roll out very thin, out in large
rounds, put on a piece of butter and fold the
dough over. Let rise, and bake for tea. In
summer mix early in the morning, instead of
at night. Mas. C. SESSIONS.

LEBANON.

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