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DETROIT, AUGUST 29, 1887.

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

HY GUEST.

 

She came in the dewy morning;
was hurried with toil and care,
And I said, " 0 Friend, excuse me!
But I have not an hour to spare.
Pray come when my work is ﬁnished,
When the sun is in the west;
In the hush of the pleasant evening
I will sit with thee and rest."
She came in the sultry noontide,
And her smile was wondrous sweet;
But yet I had never a chamber
For her gracious visit meet;
And I said, “ 0 Friend, forgive me!
I am burdened with toil and fret;
It is noon, and [cannot give thee
A place and a welcome yet !"
At last my labor was ended,
And I decked myself with care:
My house was swept and garnished,
And now I had time to spare;
And I sat in the quiet evening,
With my heart in a strange unrest;
And I grew so weary, waiting
For the coming of my guest.
But never a nearing foot—fall
0r stir of the latch I heard;
And night came chill and lonely
And still was my hope deferred.
Alas, that I had not kept her!
Or heeded the way she went;
But now Iam grieved with waiting
For my vanished guest, Content!

DISCONTENTED WOMEN.

I am always deeply sorry for a discon—
tented woman. Sorry, because I ﬁnd her
discontent is either a vague unrest, due in
part to a lack of resources in herself, to a
want of cultivation of natural abilities, or
born of envying the wealth or opportuni-
ties of those she considers more blessed by
fortune. Yet few, I ﬁnd, who thus cavil
at their condition, are willing to avail them-
selves of the opportunities they have; they
must have more—much more, or nothing,
It is an ideal existence they would lead, in
a ratiﬁed atmosphere, untainted by anxiety
over temporal things, that atmosphere to be
lazily luxurious, socially elevated, or in-
tellectually brilliant. And I wish, some-
times, that I had the fairy godmother’s
magic wand, that I might grant their desires
to the letter, and please myself by thinking
how soon they would be beseeching me:
“ Oh Fairy Godmother, graciously make me
my old self again!”

It is not good to be too content with our-
selves; there is then no incitement to ad-
vancement. Yet to allow our longings for
what is beyond us to banish the happiness
that is at hand if we will but have it, is to
be as foolish as the child crying for the
crescent moon in the evening sky. Many a
WOman who never lets a day pass without

 

 

lamenting the fate that made her one of
the world’s toilers, would be miserable if
condemned to a life of luxurious case; she
is “ not built that way.” She might better
ask herself whether there is, after all, any-
thing better for her than just that very
place she ﬁlls, if she but bring to its daily
details serenity and helpfulness. Much is
due to those whose part it is “ only to stand
and wait.”

There is another class whose ambition is
of a nobler order. Their opportunities are
few, their hearts full of yearning for more
and greater scope. They read the iHSpired
words of poets and the earnest sayings of
our great thinkers; and make themselves
unhappy longing for the society of those
cultured and reﬁned souls, who in their
fancy sit upon pedestals and never unclose
their lips except to drop gems of thought
to the eager worshipers at their feet. They
would ﬁnd were their wishes granted that
poets do not talk blank verse, and that
heroes can be very particular about mutton
chops; to all these “profound thinkers”
their thoughts are their literary capital; the
brilliant sayings and terse epigrans are
kept for the next book or magazine article;
and that ordinarily their talk is as prosaic
as if they had never dined with Jove upon
the Olympian hill. The soulful young
woman who raves over “Maud ” and “ The
Princess” could conceive no greater
pleasure than to meet the Laureate in per-
son. Yet he is reputed to be irritable al-
most to brutality, vain beyond all reason,
demanding constant ﬂattery, and it is said
of him that at a grand dinner-party he
never spoke but one and then to say, “ I
like my mitten in wedges.” Not all our
great literateurs are. like this, to be sure:
but, in the haste and hurry of life and toil,
lives touch, and go on apart, and onlya
few meet in other than merely conventional
paths. As Longfellow puts it:

“ Ships that pass in the night, and speak each
other in passing,

Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the

darkness; .

So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one

another,

Only a look and a voice,

d .1 ” then darkness again
an a s1 ence.

There is perhaps the occasional com-
panionship, born of proximity, an inter-
course based on interest or convenience.
but it would not satisfy the discontent
under which our friends labor. Only the
friendships of magnetism and tempera-
ment, which transcend all known laws,
could do that, and these one is not able to
give, the other too engrossed to bestow.
To be able to nod familiarly to a great man

‘might please some, but after all, don’t we

 

get nearer him when we study his heart
and mind through what he has written?
Strifes, jealousies and backbitings are com-
mon to all classes—and as belittling and
trivial in one as another.

And another who longs for social prom-
inence and the round of gayeties that make
what we call social life. would ﬁnd these
pleasures Dead Sea fruit. Under the satin
bodices of our grand dames dwell envyings
and jealousies, and petty feuds; and their
cares about fashion’s whims, their fears of
being outdone by a rival, their Schemes to
advance higher socially are far l»ss worthy
and womanly than the “belittling cares”
which bend the hack and roughen the hands
of women of the middle classes. .

To enjoy society. we must ﬁnd our level,
seek those of our own grade and station,
who are interested in similar things, with
whom we have something in common.
Generally speaking, if we are ﬁtted for any
place. and do not obscure our own oppor<
tunities by idle repinings, we will gravitate
to that place, socially or intellectually.
Sometimes the very abundance of our
privileges makes us careless of them; we
want, but only that we cannot grasp. There
is no true and noble aspiration which will
not ﬁnd scope for its realization. Nor need
we think it an insigniﬁcant, ignominious
thing to meet faithfully and patiently the
daily demands of life, though there may be
some of us who can say with the old Italian
professor, that we took up life in the middle
and are trying to twist ropes of which we
never held the ends. Even then, we may
make our little bit of the world “somewhat
better for our being.” and console ourselves
by reﬂecting upon Elizabeth Cady Stanton’s
saying: “It is a trying ordeal to pass
through life without being appreciated at
one's true value; but it is more trying to be
continually thrust into a niche one is un-
able to ﬁll.”

“ A commonplace life, we say, and we sigh;
But why should we sigh as we say?
The coménonplace sun in the commonplace
5
Makes up the commonplace day.
The moon and the stars are commonplace
things,
The ﬂower that blooms, and the bird that
sings;
But sad were the world, and dark our lot,
If ﬂowers failed and sun shone not:
And God, who sees each separate soul.
Out of commonplace lives makes his heau~

tiful whole.“
BE ATRIX.
%

NOT long ago a lady asked what she could

do to get rid" of the small red ants. A cor-

respondent of an exchange says she mixed
Rough on Rats with molasses and poured a
little on a shelf where the ants were numer-
ous, and they came to the feast in great
numbers. Next day no ants were visible.

 


 

    

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THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

cost? By that time his house and yard will
want some alteration and repairs.

I have seen Bess’ chickens and surround-
ings, and she has some “ worthy of all
praise;” with only two prominent toes visi-
ble, which makes them non-scratchers, the
most desirable factor in the chicken tribe,
but I cannot ﬁnd a good name in my book
for the common run of thoroughbreds as
yet. Now ladies, be merciful to an erring
brother, or my share of the egg money will
never take me to Detroit. “’Tis not the
spot where I was born, still ever dear to
me,” and so are chickens, “ by spells.”

We heard that the huckleberries were
tired too and all dried up, so we did not
take our usual trip to Barry County, and
concluded to let them rest just one year.

ANTI-OVER.
PLAJNWELL.

SCRAPS.

 

I WONDER whether our greatness as a
nation is not making us unfeeling, es-
pecially in all that does not come under our
immediate knowledge or make an active
demand upon our sympathies. When the
news of that awful railroad disaster at
Chatsworth, where a hundred human
beings were hurled into eternity without
one moment’s warning and as many more
were crushed and mangled and left to
linger in agony, ﬂashed over the wires, the
newsboys were soon crying “ Extry ’dishun,
all ’bout the ax’dent.” Men bought the
papers, read the headlines, and hurried on,
as intent upon business and money-making
as ever, as soon as they saw none of their
own personal interests were involved. At
the dinner table some one said “ Terrible ac-
cident, that on the Peoria road, was n’t it?”
Another asked “What accident, what
about it?” “Excursion train ran on to a
burning bridge, more than a hundred peo-
ple killed,” and somebody else said “ How
awful!” and the tide of talk turned upon
the succulence of the green corn on the
table, and the fact that the Americans are
the only people that know the delicious
edible, and how shocked Englishmen have
been at seeing the Yankee enjoying it au
natural; and somebody told that old chest-
nut about the Irishman who at his ﬁrst
experience with it, sent back the cob to
have “ some more banes put on the sthick.”
And yet, “who knoweth the heart of
man?” Perhaps in the mind of each and
all was the picture imagination called up,
of the fallen bridge and broken coaches,
the ghastly corpses, the means of the dying,
and the ghouls, who like Victor Hugo’s
Thenardier, robbed the miserable victims
as they lay dying. Social laws demand we
shall restrain our emotions; we may feel
deeply, yet must preserve our calmness and
indifference. We read of so many appall-
ing accidents, of such fearful crimes, such
destruction of human life through various
agencies. that Such occurrences must come
very near us to waken other than transient
emotions. Perhaps it is best so, for how
we would be rent with unavailing pain
were we to suffer with all who mourn.

 

“IAM done looking for any great hap-
piness to come to me all in a moment, to

striving to get some content, some happi-
ness, out of every day as it comes,” said a
friend to me the other day, as we chatmd
together in my especial sanctum. 1 re-
membered what I knew of her life and its
limitations, and her strong love for books
and travel, and all life’s reﬁnements, ever
held down by circumstances that narrowed
every expense to the smallest margin, and
thought: “She has found the secret of hap-
piness. Not to expect great things, but to
make the most of little ones; to live in the
present, enjoying what it brings. Aloud I
said. “And can you always ﬁnd some—
thing in each day’s happenings to give you
pleasure? “Always,” she replied; “ some-
times it is but a little thing, but always
something. A few pleasant words with a
friend; a blossom on one of my plants,
some good thoughts from a book,—oh, one
can ﬁnd many sources of happiness for the
seeking. 1 hope I shall never lose my
capacity for enjoyment of such things, for
after all life is made up of triﬂes. I shall
take it as a sign I am growing old, when I
am no longer pleased by small things.”
Happiness is as elusive as the odor of a
rose; seek it, it ﬂies before; pursue it, it
eludes and dazzles, yet leaves ashes as a
heritage; the harder we strive for it, the
more unsatisfactory our pursuit. Is it not
then, the wisest plan to give over expecting
the realization of bright visions in the
future, and be just as happy in the present
as possible, even if triﬂes compose the sum
of our content? ’

 

“WHEN are your happiest moments?”
is a conundrum I have propounded, “just
for the fun of it,” to divers and sundry of
my acquaintances since reading a late letter
of Evangeline’s, and the answers I have re-
ceived have ranged all the way from jest to
earnest. “When I have successfully
worked out an intricate problem after
several failures,” answered a local maths»
matician of considerable celebrity, and his
slender, nervous hand stroked his long
beard as he seemed to remember some
such triumph. “When I’m out with my best
girl and have skipped ‘the dragon,’ ” and
a pair of saucy brown eyes twinkled mis-
chieviously as they looked mockingly into
mine. “ You’ll think me dreadfully
frivolous, but I really believe 1 am perfectly
happy when I know I’m dressed in perfect
taste and ﬁtness in every detail,” said the
society woman, to when life is one long
full-dress reception. I ventured to ask a
man with his head full of business the same
question, half afraid at my own temerity.
“Happiest moments!” he repeated,
“Humph! I don’t think I have any—un-
less it’s when my wife isn’t dunning me
for money,” and he smiled bitterly and
sauntered down the walk as if the question
awoke unpleasant thoughts. “When the
boys are fast asleep in their cribs, and Will
and 1 are enjoying the twilight together, I
am perfectly happy,” said the philosophical
mother of twins. “1 never expect to be
happy till my husband is off the road,” said
the repining wife of a traveling man. “I
am in misery night and day when he
is away, fearing some accident, and
when he’s home I can’t be happy because
I know he must go away so soon.”

the fear Of what may be, overshadowing
what is! Evangeline tells us her happiest
moments come when she holds her babes to
a heart overﬂowing with mother-love. And
if any one turns the question back to me,
“I shall answer, I shall tell you” that I
am happiest when the northeast pigeon-
hole of my oﬁice desk is full and running

over with HOUSEHOLD copy.
BEATRIX.

——¢o¢-——
HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

COLORED and black stockings, if washed
before wearing in water in which has been
put a little beef’s gall, will not fade by
washing.

 

IT is said that if a little bag of mustard be
laid on the top of the pickle jar it will pre—
vent the vinegar from moulding, if the vin-
egar has not been boiled.

 

A CORRESPONDENT of the Popular
Science News highly recommends common
washing soda as an antidote for ivy-poiSOn-
ing, to which he is extremely susceptible.
He makes the application by saturating a
slice of bread with water, covering one side
of it with the soda, then applying the soda-
covered side to the poisoned ﬂesh. When
the bread becomes dry he drops water on
the outside to moisten it and re-dissolve the
soda crystals. This is better than washing
or bathing with soda in solution. Half an
hour will usually relieve the pain.

 

AN inventive woman tells us how she
made a new stair carpet the year the old one
and the crops both failed. She had anum—
ber of stout old bags, or grain sacks, which

ing the best portions, and sewed them to-
gether with stout -twine; she then painted
the strip with dark brown paint, giving it
three coats; then she drew an inch wide
stripe on each side and painted it yellow.
When this was dry, She varnished the
whole strip and had a very pretty
seal brown and old gold carpet, which look-
ed quite handsome under her gilt stair rods,
and which proved very durable.

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Contributed Recipes.

 

CORNSTARCH CAKE—One cup sweet milk;
two cups white sugar; one cup butter; three-
quarters cup cornstarch; two cups ﬂour;
whites of five eggs; two teaspoonfuls baking
powder. Beat the butter and sugar to a stiff
cream; then dissolve the cornstarch in the
milk, and add. Mix the baking powder well
into the ﬂour; beat the eggs to a stiff froth,
and add last. Very nice.

DELICATE CAKE—One cup sugar; four
tablespoonfuls of butter; one egg; half cup
sweet milk; one and a half cups ﬂour; oue
spoonful baking powder. Flavor with lemon.
Beat the sugar and butter to a cream; then
add the other ingredients. Sift the baking
powder in the ﬂour.

ORANGE CAKE—TWO cups sugar; two cups
ﬂour; one and a half cups water; half
cup butter; whites of three eggs and
yolks of five; half a grated orange; three table-
spoonfuls balﬁng powder. For the ﬁlling,
take half an orange; whites of two 6883; one
and a half cups sugar. Bake in layers: you
will ﬁnd it nice. These are all tested recipes.

 

 

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HY GUEST.

 

She came in the dewy morning;
was hurried with toil and care,
And I said, “ 0 Friend, excuse me!
But I have not an hour to spare.
Pray come when my work is ﬁnished,
When the sun is in the west;
In the hush of the pleasant evening
I will sit with thee and rest."
She came in the sultry noontide,
And her smile was wondrous sweet;
But yet I had never a chamber
For her gracious visit meet;
And I said, “ 0 Friend, forgive me 2
I am burdened with toil and fret;
It is noon, and I cannot give thee
A place and a welcome yet 3"
At last my labor was ended,
And I decked myself with care;
My house was swept and garnished,
And now I had time to spare;
And I sat in the quiet evening,
With my heart in a strange unrest;
And [grew so weary. waiting
For the coming of my guest.
But never a nearing foot—fall
0r stir of the latch I heard;
And night came chill and lonely
And still was my hope deferred.
Alas, that I had not kept her!
Or heeded the way she went;
But now lam grieved with waiting
For my vanished guest, Content!

DISCONTENTED WOMEN.

I am always deeply sorry for a discon—
tented woman. Sorry, because I ﬁnd her
discontent is either a vague unrest, due in
part to a lack of resources in herself, to a
want of cultivation of natural abilities, or
born of envying the wealth or opportuni-
ties of those she considers more blessed by
fortune. Yet few, I ﬁnd, who thus cavil
at their condition, are willing to avail them-
selves of the opportunities they have; they
must have more—much more, or nothing
It is an ideal existence they would lead, in
a rariﬁed atmosphere, untainted by anxiety
over temporal things, that atmosphere to be
lazily luxurious, socially elevated, or in-
tellectually brilliant. And I wish, some—
times, that I had the fairy godmothei’s
magic wand, that I might grant their desires
to the letter, and please myself by thinking
how soon they would be beseeching me:
“ 0h Fairy Godmother, graciously make me
my old self again!”

It is not good to be too content with our-
selves; there is then no incitement to ad-
vancement. Yet to allow our longings for
what is beyond us to banish the happiness
that is at hand if we will but have it, is to
be as foolish as the child crying for the
crescent moon in the evening sky. Many a
woman who never lets a day pass without

 

DETROIT, AUGUST 29, 1887.

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

lamenting the fate that made her one of
the world’s toilers, would be miserable if
condemned to a life of luxurious ease; she
is “ not built that way.” She might better
ask herself whether there is, after all, any-
thing better for her than just that very
place she ﬁlls, if she but bring to its daily
details serenity and helpfulness. Much is
due to those whose part it is “ only to stand
and wait.”

There is another class whose ambition is
of a nobler order. Their opportunities are
few, their hearts full of yearning for more
and greater scope. They read the inSpiI‘ed
words of poets and the earnest sayings of
our great thinkers; and make themselves
unhappy longing for the society of those
cultured and reﬁned souls, who in their
fancy sit upon pedestals and never unclose
their lips except to drop gems of thought
to the eager worshipers at their feet. They
would ﬁnd were their wishes granted that
poet-s do not talk blank verse, and that
heroes can be very particular about mutton
chops; to all these “profound thinkers”
their thoughts are their literary capital; the
brilliant sayings and terse epigrans are
kept for the next book or magazine article;
and that ordinarily their talk is as prosaic
as if they had never dined with Jove upon
the Olympian hill. The soulful young
woman who raves over “Maud ” and “ The
Princess” could conceive no greater
pleasure than to meet the Laureate in per-
son. Yet he is reputed to be irritable al-
most to brutality, vain beyond all reason,
demanding constant ﬂattery, and it is said
of him that at a grand dinner—party he
never spoke but once, and then to say, “ I
like my mitten in wedges.” Not all our
great literateurs are like this, to he sure:
but, in the haste and hurry of life and toil,
lives touch, and go on apart, and onlya
few meet in other than merely conventional
paths. As Longfellow puts it:

“ Ships that pass in the night, and speak each

other in passing,

Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the
darkness; .

Soon the ocean of life we pass and speak one
another,

Only d. look and avoice, then darkness again
and a silence."

There is perhaps the occasional com-
panionship, born of proximity, an inter-
course based on interest or convenience,
but it would not satisfy the discontent
under which our friends labor. Only the
friendships of magnetism and tempera-
ment, which transcend all known laws,
could do that, and these one is not able to
give, the other too engrossed to bestow.
To be able to nod familiarly to a great man

 

do to get rid“ of the small red ants.

get nearer him when we study his heart
and mind through what he has written?
Strifes, jealousies and backbitings are com-
mon to all classes—and as belittling and
trivial in one as another.

And another who longs for social prom-
inence and the round of gayeties that make
what we call social life, would ﬁnd these
pleasures Dead Sea fruit. Under the satin
bodices of our grand dames dwell envyings
and jealousies, and petty feuds; and their
cares about fashion’s whims, their fears of
being outdone by a rival, their schemes to
advance higher socially are far less worthy
and womanly than the “belittling cares”
which bend the back and roughen the hands
of women of the middle classes. ,

To enjoy society. we must ﬁnd our level,
seek those of our own grade and station,
who are interested in similar things, with
whom We have something in common.
Generally speaking, if we are ﬁtted for any
place, and do not obscure our own oppor—
tunities by idle repinings, we will gravitate
to that place, socially or intellectually.
Sometimes the very abundance of our
privileges makes us careless of them; we
want, but only that we cannot grasp. There
is no true and noble aspiration which will
not ﬁnd scope for its realization. Nor need
we think it an insigniﬁcant, ignominious
thing to meet faithfully and patiently the
daily demands of life, though there may be
some. of us who can say with the old Italian
professor, that we took up life in the middle
and are trying to twist ropes of which we
never held the ends. Even then, we may
make our little bit of the world “somewhat
better for our being.” and console ourselves
by reﬂecting upon Elizabeth Cady Stanton’s
saying: “It is a trying ordeal to pass
through life without being appreciated at
one‘s true value; but it is more trying to be
continually thrust intoa niche one is un-
able to ﬁll.”

“ A commonplace life, we say, and we sigh;
But why should we sigh as we say‘:
The commonplace sun in the commonplace

S Y
Makes up the commonplace day.
The moon and the stars are commonplace
things,
The ﬂower that blooms, and the bird that
sings;
But sad were the world, and dark our lot.
It ﬂowers failed and sun shone not:
And God, who sees each separate soul.
Out of commonplace lives makes his beau-
tiful whole."

BE A'I‘RIX.

———o
NOT long ago a lady asked what she could
A cor-
respondent of an exchange says she mixed
Rough on Rats with molasses and poured a
little on a shelf where the ants were numer-

 

might please some, but after all, don’t we

ous, and they came to the feast in great
numbers. Next day no ants were visible.

    

 


THE HOUSEHOLD.

 
 

 

MUTUAL HELPERS.

.-———-——

“ As unto the how the cord is,
80 unto the man is woman:
Though she bends him, she obeys him.
Though she draws him. yet she follows.
Useless each without the other.“

Mutual helpers; there is a great deal im-
plied in those two words, if we look at them
right, and gain their meaning in the broad-
est, fullest sense. Out of chaos this beau-
tiful world was formed; it is held in space
by ﬁxed laws, worlds revolve around worlds,
planets around planets, there is no chance
about it. If there were, confusion would
surely result. We read that the same Giver
of good made man in his own image, but
found that it was not good for man to be
alone; so woman was formed from a rib
taken from his side.

" But you see if the rib that was taken away
And made into woman. as sleeping he lay,
Had not been returned in the shpe of a wife,
It‘s imperfect he’d been all the days of his

life.

So you see it‘s quite plain. that all mankind
was born

Incomplete, and must wander this earth all
forlorn,

’Til they get back again that same rib to their

s1 e
In the shape of a woman. their helpmate and
ride.”

We all know that there has been a great
revolution in affairs since Adam’s time.
In the early ages the father was the sole
lawmaker and judge; there was no civil
government, no written constitution. He
was presumed to receive his ideas and
authority directly from God. Those who
were under him were merely slaves, he held
their property, he punished or rewarded
them as best suited his pleasure. In those
days civilization had not begun, woman
occupied no such position as she does to-
day; in one sense of the word she was a
slave, subservient to man’s wishes, never
questioning why, but obeying. God de—
signed woman as a helper; she was given to
man asahelpmate, but the words of Eve
falling in melodious and silvery tones upon
Adam’s ear. ‘

“ My Author and Disposer. what thou bid'st,

Unargued I obey; so God ordains;

God is thy law, thou mine; to know no more,

Is woman’svhappiest knowledge, and her

‘ praise, '

are heard no more. for there is no man
living now whose vanity would hear that,
they would stalk around here with at least
three feet added to their natural stature.
For with civilization there dawned anew
era for woman, and she came out from
under the dark clouds of superstition and
ignorance, and become what the Great
Author designed her, a mutual helper.

We know what life is without woman.
Go out on the plains where the cow boys
herd cattle and sheep and horses. out in the
mining regions where year after year a
woman’s face is never seen, a woman’s
gentle and reﬁning inﬂuence is never felt,
look in the drinking and gambling dens
where murders are as common as carousals,
just think of the lives they lead; do you
ever, you who sit in your pleasant homes
with husband and sons about you, and you
showing all the womanly sweetness and
goodness in your nature to make home fair
and beautiful, throwing your reﬁning in-
ﬂuence over it all, to keep and guard them
from evil? But there are lots of boys who
leave their mother’s side and go off to those

is it any wonder that they fall with such
associates? If they were to open the little
testament she gave them at parting, to
read in it, they would be styled “tender-
foot;” they would be laughed and jeered
right out of it. If a wife will look at it .in
the right light, she can he a great help to
her husband. There are men who would be
popular it their wives had a little more tact,
and while we are talking about it, that’s
what the majority of women lack. No man
can ﬁght his way up single-handed —-1 mean
a married man—with his wife hanging like
a millstone on his neck. I know a man
who struck out on the right path; he was
supervisor of his tawn, and then became a
member of the Legislature; he never should
have stepped short of Congress, but he was
unfortunate in his marriage, and the
chances are he will never be anything more
than he is. Well, you ask how can a
woman help her husband, any more than to
keep house and tend the children? There
have been women known who would not do
that, who hated their husband because they
had little ones, sent them off out of the
house to be nursed and cared for, and spoke
of them as “little brats.” Only think of
it! Think any man with a wife like that
has any heart to push ahead? Of course
not, she is not only deSpised for doing so,
but he is looked down on for allowing it.

Whatever occupation a man may engage
in, his wife bears a relation to it; she can
interest herself in it, inform herself about
it, make it pleasant and agreeable for his
friends when they shall come to see him,
read and ﬁnd out all she can about the
blooded stock he keeps; horses, sheep or
cattle as may be. A gentleman visiting
here recently told me his wife was more
enthusiastic about the Hereford cattle he
was making a specialty of, than he was.
She knew their names, and petted them and
read all the papers he took concerning
them. It quite often happens that there
wi lbe extra ones for dinner or tea, men
who have come to look at the stock or at
the farm; no matter if you have prepared
only enough for your own family, put an
extra plate on the table, add a little of. this
or that, and in the pleasant conversation—
for 1 ﬁnd these stock men are all agreeable,
intelligent men—any shortage will not be
apparent. There are times when we are
obliged to “make a virtue of necessity.”
Men can be a great help to each other if
they will. It is “man’s inhumanity to
man, makes countless thousands mourn.”

Almost any man, if he sees a team dash-
ing headlong—running away, would put
some obstacle in the road to stop them;
would raise a helping hand to save them
from destruction. But does he do the same
when he sees his brother man on the road
to ruin? Does he ever realize what a moral
wrong he is doing when he gives his friend,
who he knows has no control over his ap-
petite, a nudge and wink, and walks into
the saloon and treats him? If there is any
one habit that I feel is wrong, and I be-
lieve every man who practices it knows it
is wrong too, it is treating. Why should
not every man be supposed to know when
he wants a drink, and go and buy it, and
not have the fearful sin on his soul that he

does not look as if it would hurt anybody,

but

“ It is the little rift within the lute

That by and by. will make the music mute;
Orlittle pitted speck in garnered fruit.
That rotting inward, slowly molders all."

It would be an easy thing for a man to
tell that young boy that he is not in the
right place, to shun saloons and gambling
houses, point out the evils that surround
him. Take the lesson home, you who have
little ones around you. Never lose an op-
portunity to help a brother man to his feet,
and one way to do it is to keep good com-
pany yourself.

BATTLE CREEK. EVANGELINE.

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BAY VIEW ASSEMBLY.

 

The exercises of the Michig In branch of
the Chautauqua Assembly proved of uni-
versal interest this year, the number of
Chautauquans in attendance being three
times greater than last year, and the whole
Assembly reaching the grand total of ﬁve
thousand people, during the most interest-
ing days of the session. The lectures,
concerts and sermons were of the highest
intellectual merit. Dean Wright, of Bos-
ton, captivated the hearts of all by his gen-
tlemanly bearing, profound learning and
ready wit, and to whichever building Dean
Wright went, with his blackboard, thither
the crowd followed. He is acknowledged
to be the best Greek scholar in the United
States, and has the happy faculty of
elucidating knotty questions, and bringing
them down to the comprehension of or—
dinary minds.

Dr. Pierson, Bishop Gillespie, Mr. Wilder,
of India, the Misses Hartwell and Olmsted,
of Siam, were present and contributed
greatly to the interest of the exercises. Miss
Willard, the silvery tongued orator, held
the vast audience spell-bound with one of
her characteristic lectures, and Rev. Anna
Shaw, of Boston, delivered an address
which in equuence and force of argument,
was not excelled by any of the learned
divines.

The history of the W. C. T. U. reads like
a book of romance. Organized in 1878, it
now carries (in forty departments of work,
and has not only a national but world’s
union, employing an agent in China, Japan,
India and other foreign countries, organiz-
ing local unions; and the good accomplished
by these 200,000 earnest women, in raising
fallen humanity, can not be overestimated.

John Dewitt Miller, who has no superior
in the lecture ﬁeld, gave three lectures, on
“Love, Courtship and Marriage,” “Dis-
tinguished Men I Have Met,” and “The
Stranger at Our Gates ”

Dr. Fairﬁeld carried the audience to
Rome, Egypt and Palestine, as he por-
trayed the scenes so vividly before us. His
description of Rome was very graphic,
giving a word picture of St. Peter’s church,
which cost $50,000,000, and is of such vast
dimensions that thirty churches of ordinary
size could be placed in the entrance hall,
whose spire can be seen forty miles away.
He also pictured to us the church of St.
Clements, 1200 years old, ruins of the
palace of Caesars, in which there still re-
main ﬁve hundred kinds of marble. the

 

 

places; they will never see her face again;

    

is helping others along in evil? One glass

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taining room for two thousand bathers, the
Coliseum, in the arena of which two thous-
and Christians perished, Trajan’s Column,
built A. D. 114, the Pantheon, the Mari-
time prison, where St. Peter is said to have
been conﬁned, the pageantry of the Pope
and cardinals, each riding in a coach cost-
ing $17,000. He described Cairo as a city
of great ﬁlth and narrow streets, con-
taing three hundred mosques, and people so
lazy that they ride up to the third story to
bed on a donkey, and down to breakfast in
the morning In the same fashion. He re-
lated his experience in climbing one of the
pyramids, which covers six acres of ground,
built of stones three feet thick, making the
steps three feet high. He made the ascent
with the help of four men, and when half
way up, stopped to rest. in full view of the
university where Moses was educated.

Col. Sprague gave two very ﬁne lectures,
entitled “ Shakespeare’s Youth,” and
“Milton as an Educator.” He said Mil-
ton was the most able and acute scholar
then living, and of so fair an appearance as
to be called “The Lady of Christ’s Col-
lege.” He was scholar, poet and musician,
ever living in a religious frame of mind, but
despising the slavery of the priesthood. He
established a school in London, using his
pen in favor of religious liberty, sympathiz-
' ing with Cromwell in his revolt against
Charles 1. He was contemporaneous with
Galileo, and with Roger Williams, who in
America was laboring for the same cause,
religious liberty, and the ﬁrst man on earth
to incorporate its principles into politics.
In 1646 Milton became totallv blind, having
written a book in defense of the people of
England when told by his physician that
it was at the peril of losing his sight, so
dearly did he love his people, who were en-
deavoring to throw off the yoke of tyranny.

Prof. Hammil, the eminent elocutionist,
gave several readings, to the great delight
of the Assembly; and the famous Schubert
quartette, the Assembly chorus, the chil-
dren’s chorus, Mrs. Yale, Miss Luther and
other soloists, rendered the air jubilant
with song; and the admirable violinists, the
Misses Reynolds, of Kalamazoo, elicited
great admiration from all by their fairy-like
music. '

Then there was the noted stereoptican
lecturer, H. H. Ragan, bringing out the
historic ‘scenes with such life-like sem-
blance, illustrating Paris, the Rhine and
Switzerland, and picturesque Ireland.
Among the beautiful scenes of Ireland are
the lakes of Killarney, Phoenix park, where
Cavendish and Burke were assassinated in
broad daylight, and in full view of the
porter’s lodge; monument to Lord Nelson,
the hero of Trafalgar; the mysterious Round
Tower, built no one knows when; the Shan-

don bells and the Giant’s Causeway, built
' n the days of the giants—as the legend
runs—by the giant Fin, king of Ireland.
The Scottish king across the water had
said “ he would come over and thrash him,
f be was not afraid of wetting his feet,”
and so old king Fin built the causeway, and
he came over, and Was badly beaten.

There is in connection withthe Assembly
a cooking school, teachers’ institute, art
class, and school of elocution. All the con-
certs and lectures, everything except the

 

   

last four named schools, may be enjoyed for
the small sum of one dollar and a half.

Too much can not be said in praise of J.
M. Hall, the capable superintendent of the
Assembly, whose untiring zeal and ready
tact made the Assembly such a success,
and whose beautiful cottage, commanding
.a ﬁne view of the lovely bay, was a
rendezvous for all Assembly workers. Mr.
Hall, with his estimable wife, doled out
hospitality without stint, and many a be—
nighted traveler found shelter there, who
otherwise might have looked long for a
place to lay his head, so great was the
crowd.

The wisdom of the trustees of the As-
sembly is displayed in its location at Bay
View, one mile from Petoskey. I think a
lovelier spot could not have been found in
the State. Little Traverse Bay, upon which
the town is situated, seems indented into
the land for man’s express enjoyment,
while the blue waters of Lake Michigan
go rolling by, bearing on their precious
freight. The Assembly grounds, which
rise in gradual ascent from the pebbly
beach, command a magniﬁcent view, with
Harbor Springs on the right, Petoskey on
the left, and the water below, with its ever
changing colors, while the cool fresh breeze,
the absence of all care, the invigorating

tone of the exercises of the Assembly, all

compire to ﬁll the hours with perfect joy.
HOWELL. MRS. W. K. SEXTON.

 

BRATTENBURG LACE. WORK.

 

Brattenburg lace work is very fashionable
at present, and much liked for table-scarf
ends, mantle valences, tidies, etc. This
work is done with the needle, by putting
down braids in pretty designs. then filling
in leaves and ﬂowers with pretty lace
stitches. Many of the stitches used are the
same that we use in point lace work, but
the materials are so much coarser that the
work is quite rapidly performed.

For mantel scarfs, bottom of window
shades, chair backs, etc., nothing is more
effective than the old, but now new again,
Roman embroidery. This is worked with
linen ﬂoss upon ecru, grey or cream linen.

Some simple design is chosen, such as
daisies, wild roses, honeysuckles with their
leaves, etc., and outlined upon the linen,
then worked in button hole stitch: These
designs are all connected by bars worked
over two or three threads of linen to make
them ﬁrm. When the outlines are all but-
tonholed, the linen outside the outlines is
cut away, leaving a beautiful lace-like pat-
tern. When tidies, table scarfs, etc.,- are
made of this embroidery, they should be
laid over some rich, bright colored fabric,
thus bringing out all the beauty of the de
sign.

KNITTED JACKET For. INFANT.

Use either white Shetland, or white
single zephyr; and two N o. 9 needles. The
lace on the bottom is knit ﬁrst. Cast on
113 stitches, and seam ﬁrst and second
rows. 3d, knit 2, *, slip 1, narrow. pass
slipped stitch over narrowed one, knit 2,
over, knit 1, over, knit 2, *, repeat; ﬁnish
with 1 plain. 4th, seamed, 5th like 3d row.
6th, seamed. 7th, seamed. 8th, all plain.
9th, like 3d. 10th, seamed. 11th, like 3d.
12th, seamed. 13th, seamed. 14th, plain.

 

 

15th, like 3d. 16th, seamed. 17th, like
3d. 18th, seamed. 19th, seamed. 20th,
plain. 21st, plain. 22d, seamed. 23d,

slip 1. knit 1, *, over, slip 1, knit 1, pass
slip over, knit 1, narrow, over, knit 1, re-
peat from * to * till last three stitches, then
over, slip 1, knit 1, pass slip over, knit 1.
24th, seamed. 25th, slip 1, knit 1, *, over,
slip 1, narrow, pass slip over, over, knit 3,
*, repeat from * to * till last 3, over, slip 1,
knit 1, pass slip over, knit 1. 26th, seamed.
27th, slip 1, knit 1, *, over, knit 1, over,
slip 1, knit 1, pass slip over, knit 1, nar-
row, *, repeat till last 3, then over, slip 1,
knit 1, pass slip over, knit 1. 28th, seamed.
29th, slip 1, knit 1, *, over, knit 3, over,
slip 1, narrow, pass slip over, *, repeat
from * to it till last 3; then over, slip 1, knit
1, pass slip over, knit 1. Now repeat twice
the rows from the 22d to the 30th. Then
repeat the third time from the 22d row, but
this time knit to end of the 27th instead of
the end of the 29th. This brings you up to
the 52d row. 52d, all seamed. In knit-
ting this row seam 30 stitches, then slip a
twine through them, drawing out the needle,
these stitches are to form one of the fronts,
now seam 53, for the back, scam the re-
maining 30, and slip these over on a twine
also.

Now for the back: 53d row; like 29th.
Next repeat the pattern from the 22d to the
:37th until you get to the 70th row. then make
8 rows from 2211 to 29th row again, and
narrow at the beginning of each row to
form the shoulders. Now put these stitches
On a twine until you have ﬁnished the two
fronts. For each front, do the same as you
did the back, only narrowing on the inside
of each shoulder. Then put all these '
stitches again on one needle, back and
fronts, and knit as before, decreasing once
on the shoulders, and take care to keep the
pattern.

Makes rows, then knit 2 rows plain for
the neck. Now make a row of holes, *,
over, narrow, -*, repeat. 4th row for the
neck, plain. 5th, bind off. Crochet an
edge up the fronts and around the neck.

Sleeve: begin at the bottom, cast on 25
stitches, Ist row, all seamed. 2d, all
seamed. 3d, *, knit $3, slip 1, narrow, pass
slip over, knit :3, over, knit 1, *, repeat
from * to *, knit 1. 4th, seamed. 5th,
like 3d. 6th, seamed. 7th, seamed. 8th,
plain. 9th. like 3d. 10th, seamed. 11th,
like 3d. 12th, seamed. 13th, seamed. 14th,
plain. 15th, plain. 16th, all seamed. 17th,
slip 1, (over, seam 2 together) 12 times. In
this row you run a ribbon for the hand.
18th, seamed. 19th, plain. 20th, plain.
21st, seamed. Now work the jacket pattern
5ti1nes from the 22(1 to the 28th row, in-
creasing one stitch at each end of the row,
before the last stitch and after the ﬁrst
stitch. In the 51st bind off 6 stitches, then
continue the work. 52d row, bind oil' 6,
continue the work. In the next row bind
off 2at the beginning, and do this every
row until you have worked 61 rows, bind
off the remainder. Sew up the sleeve and
sew into the arm hole; run a ribbon in at
the throat, and ﬁnish with a bow of ribbon.

FOREST LODGE. MILL MIMIE.

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Flannel cleans paint more readily than
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BACKGROUNDS IN PAINTING.

 

Alice M. Crockett, in the New England
Farmer, says:
A few hints may be given to advantage
in regard to the arrangement of ﬂowers
and background. A good background is
very essential, one that will contrast
and harmonize well with the ﬂowers, but
not so striking as to attract the eye ﬁrst.
The ﬂowers should be the object of at-
traction, and the background should be of
a color to throw them out, and make them
look like nature instead of looking ﬂat and
as though they were stuck on to a piece of
paper.
Different shades of gray are more used as
backgrounds than any other color, for it
will harmonize well and not attract the eye
as quickly as a bright color. For light
ﬂowers use a darker color for background,
for dark rich colors use a lighter one. Dif-
ferent shades of gray may be made from
the following combinations: White, raw
umber, adding black in the darker shades;
white, yellow ochre, black and a little
Antwerp blue; white, light red, Antwerp
blue, yellow ochre and black; Antwerp
blue, caledonian brown, white and black.
By varying these colors, using sometimes
more of one than another, you can produce
a great number of shades. I sometimes
mix together all the colors left on the
palette after a day’s work, and it produces
a gray, which can be used in backgrounds.
This is a good way to use up the paint that
none be wasted. The paint can be kept
nicely for several days by putting it in a
piece of tin foil; that which comes from
,yeast cakes can be used for ’this purpose.
Purple ﬂowers are pretty on a shade of
old gold or yellow; crimson on certain
. shades of buff shaded to alight brown. A
crimson background is pretty for white
ﬂowers if rightly handled, but it should not
be very bright. or the contrast will be too
striking. The colors to use in such a shade
are crimson lake, Indian red, white, a little
vermillion, and black. Make the tone
rather gray, so it will recede from the
ﬂowers and give a good perspective. In
arranging ﬂowers, one of the most pleasing
methods is to put them in a vase or jar, one
that will be artistic and graceful. Do not
have the ﬂowers all full face view, but
arrange them in as many different pos‘tions
as possible. Those in the center, front view,
those at the sides turn each way or a back

view, do not put them all in full sight but mania-boiled in milk. makes a poultice
hide some partly back of the leaves, or which is very highly recommended for ap-
Sometimes a branch of blos— plicatiou to those troublesome swellings
soms may be arranged gracefully across the With WhiCh J 0b was afﬂiected.

each other.

canvas Or in shape of a panel. Rustic and
fancy baskets are pretty filled with ﬂowers
to paint. A bunch lying on a table With

two in it, the rest thrown carelessly down
near it as though they were to be arranged,
makes a pretty study.

IRON stands, which can be bought at
any hardware store, are very convenient in

 

the kitchen to place under pots and kettles proximity to the walls of a room, under the
when removed from the stove, to set the tea- carpet, and has also been known to follow a
kettle on when it is wished to keep it hot crack in the ﬂoor, eating the carpet as it
but not boiling on top of the stove, and to went. Benzine, poured in or copiously ap-
set cakes upon in the oven to prevent them plied to all crevices and under the base-

,face over the pain. - This will usually give

very beautiful color if the fruit is wiped
an empty glass, or one with aﬂower or clean, cut in quarters, cored and stewed
without paring.
beautifully pink jelly if the apples used
are wiped clean and not pared, the coloring
matter seeming to lie near the skin.

THINKS “ OUTIS” WANTS TOO MUCH.
Like “Dot,” I am a young housekeeper.
inexperienced and often discouraged. Until
two years ago I had never been on a farm a
week at a time in my life and, as “Dot ”
said, hardly knew wheat from grass,
therefore I can assure you I make many
and woful mistakes. But I cannot tell you
how much good the little HOUSEHOLD has
done me. Have thought so many, many
times of writing some of my experiences
and asking help from some of the ladies,
who Iknow from just reading what they
have to say, are such beautiful housekeepers
just such as 1 hope to be some day. Can’t
I see the immaculate spotlessness of “ Old
Hundred’s” kitchen? I enjoyed so much
reading “A Woman’s Ideal” this week,
from “ Beatrix.” I wanted myself to reply
to “ Outis ” a few weeks ago, but did not
do so, thinking some one else would surely
take up the cudgels. When I read his
article, I was so thankful I was not the one
of whom he expected so many perfections.
How magnanimously he says “Now with
these various accomplishments combined in
one woman, I will have no hesitancy in
saying ‘with this ring I thee wed.”’ I
should think not! HOW many useful and
delightful hints we get from the HOUSE-
HOLD, and how it helps to know there are
others who have the same perplexities that
we have!
With Mrs. R. D. P., I wonder if Evange-
line is really a farmer’s wife, and if so
how in the world she gets so much time to
write. She must take care of the minutes
better than the most of us, I guess.
ALBION. EI‘PHEMIA.
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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

AN Ann Arbor man has invented a
“machine ” by which bread may be toasted
by a gasoline stove. It consists of a cone
in the centre of a wire frame, in which are
places for four slices of bread.

IN toothache, if the pain extends upward
toward the eye, or takes the form of
neuralgia, get some horseradish leaves, take
out the stems, wet them and apply 'to the

relief.

 

A HANDFUL of the leaves of the Palma
Christi or castor-oil tree—Ricz'nus com-

 

It is said that the Baldwin apple takes a

The Baldwin makes a

THE Buffalo carpet beetle lurks in close

 

being burned on the bottom.

 

boards, is said to kill the insect in its sever-

al stages of- egg, larva, pupa and imago.
Delays are dangerous with this pest, for
when it once takes possession it is said to
be very difﬁcult to overcome it.

 

ONE of the most tempting of reliéhes is the
sweet pickle. Sweet apples make very good
sweet pickles. Choose the small ones, and
cook till clear in a quart of good cider
vinegar, three pounds of brown sugar, an
ounce of cinnamon and half an ounce of
cloves. This is sufficient for seven pounds
of fruit.

IF you use gasoline to exterminate moths
or carpet bugs, see to it that there is no ﬁre
in the house. Volatilized gasoline is ex-
tremely explosive, and a ﬁre, even though
in another room, may cause an explosion.
A lady at Niles recently learned this lesson
by costly experience. If you have furniture
to be cleared Of moths, set it out doors and
apply the gasoline or benzine freely. ‘

 

A connnsroxnnxr of the Country Gen-
tleman says she tried hanging paper on her
walls with both hot and cold paste. After
the weather had become cold enough to
freeze, the paper put on with hot paste
cracked and fell off; while that put on with
cold is all right and sticks well. Both
papers were put on the same day, and un-
der similar conditions except in the tem—
perature of the paste.

COUNTRY housekeepers can prepare
cracked wheat at home with very lrttle labor.
To do so take good, clean wheat, pick, wash
and dry it; crack in a new coffee mill and
cook. Wheat prepared in this way is equal-
1y as palatable and wholesome as that pur~
chased in packages, and costs the farmer
almost nothing. To cook, take two quarts
of boiling water, a teaspoont'ul of salt and
two teacupfuls of the cracked wheat. Boil
three hours. Eat with cream and sugar.
-—-—-§.‘——.

WE wish those of our readers who are
“ tempted to reply ” to some article in the
HOUSEHOLD to which they take exceptions,
would not hesitate to criticise or comment
as they feel inclined. We suspect some of
our writers say what they hardly believe
themselves for the sake of eliciting con‘
trary opinions.
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Contributed Recipes.

 

Cooxms WITHOUT EGGs.—-Two cups white
sugar; half—cup butter; two-thirds cup sour
milk or buttermilk; half teaspoonful soda; a
little salt and nutmeg. Mix Just as soft as
is possible to handle the dough and roll mod-
erately thin. The secret of having them good
isto be as sparing of ﬂour as possible; i
mixed hard, they are dry and “chippy.”
DIPPED Toasa'.7Heat in a basin 9. pint of
milk, two or three tablespoonfuls of butter.
and pepper and salt to season. Have. ready
slices of bread cut thin and toasted a dark
brown. Dip each sliceinto the hot gravy, and
serve quickly. Or, stir a tablespoonful of
ﬂour into two tablespoonfuls of butter, and
pour on it a pint of hot sweet cream.

FRIED Balsam—Three eggs, beaten very
light; add a little salt, and thin with a very
little hot water. Dip slices of bread in this,
and fry brown. L. C.

 

 

PORT HURON.

     

 

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