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THEIR DIFFERENT WA YS.

 

She sought her “ rights."
Robbed by some cruel chance of life‘s delights,
With a dissatisﬁed and restless soul,
With half a logic which she counted whole,
Earnest, no doubt, and honest, not unsexed,
But hungering and querulous and vexed;
With s arving instincts in a {ru'tless frame,
And with an itching for the sort of fame
Which comes from the mere printing of a name

craft .
And men.

Brute men,
They only laughed.

She did not seek her “ rights.“
She dreamed not of some path of mannish
heights,
But followed nature‘s way and deemed it good,
And bloomed from ﬂower to fruit of woman-
hood.
She loved the “ tyrant," bore her noble part
In life with him, and thought with all her heart
She had her rights.

She held that something men and women meant
To be unlike, but eat h a surplement
Unto the other; ’twas her gentle whim.
He was not more to her than she to him:
.And little children gathered at her knee,

And men,

Brute men,

Would die for such as she.

.————-...—-———

AGROSTIO.

The labor of the day is all complete;
Husbed are all the wild bird’s songs so sweet,
‘Evenlng‘s sunset glories fill the sky,

 

Haunting shades or visions come not nigh.
Our band of housewives now do come
United in the love of home:
So earnest, in their wish to know
Every aid whr reby they still may grow
Happier yet in duty; and still ﬁnd
of hours not few, to till the mind.
Loving hearts and true will here unite,
Devoted tomage our leader to plight.

Paw Paw. MER’l‘lE.

...———«.———

. CO MPLAINING.

 

“ De mawnin’ glories ain’t lubly to a man
wld de backache,” is a bit of plantation
philosophy which contains a whole volume
of logic. There is little in life worth hav-
ing, little that seems beautiful and fair. to a
person bowed down by the weight of physi-
cal pain, and viewing all things with eyes
dimmed with suffering. There are com-
paratively few who can be cheerful under
athletion, or patient when their nerves are
tortured by pain.

But there is a class of semi-invalids,
rightfully classed as hypochondriacs, who
under stress of their ailments make them-
selves and their unfortunate friends and

ing complaints. it is true our physical ills
color our spiritual horizon, yet we have not
the right, for our own or others’ sakes, to
allow them to obscure it. We can do more
for ourselves than the doctors can, in some
ways. When “mamma’s got a headache,”
is the signal for the children to absent them-
selves from the house from one meal to an-
other, aud for the husband to dine down
town, it is high time that a little of the so-
called “christian science” be practiced by
the patient. i believe it a fact that our
asylums are ﬁlled with insane women made
so from a lack of self-control and self-gov-
ernment. The emotions, the imagination.
are suffered to dominate; by constant
brooding on our “symptoms,” continued
turning to the thought of our ill-feelings, or
dwelling upon a. real or fancied trouble, we
lose control of our mentality, and become
more and more hypochondiiacal, a condition
which is the beginning of insanity.

A busy woman, with many interests and
“lots to do” is not apt to get into "the
dolefui dumps” because of a disordered
imagination. But let an idle woman once
have a pain or an ache, and she is very like
ly to become OVer-solicitous about herself.
She gets to studying herself, and to taking
medicine for one thing and another, and is
apt to make her conversation a monologue
of aches and pains; those who listen to her
are app died at the amount of suffering one
can endure and still live. Spiritually, she
resembles an infant seated in a baby-lumper,
going up or down on the slightest provo-
cation. The fracture of a. tea-cup plunges
her in profound melancholy; she mingles
her tears with her pastry if her pies boil

over. if she feels worse than common, she
is “just ready to die” if better, she is
sure it presages something worse—a ﬁne
day is always a “weather breeder” in her
vocabulary. She tells her family she is
“going to die,” and is hurt that they do not
seem to feel the prospective loss more keen-
ly; she forgets how many times they have
heard the prophesy; perhaps she is conscious
that her complaints have in a certain degree
alienated their love, and that they would
be happier without her, and she does not
hesitate to tell them they are waiting for her
to die to enjoy themselves, a statement
which wounds ‘her as she makes it, and
wounds those who have to bear with patience
the cross she lays upon them. The family
which includes such an individual is to be
commiserated, for there is nothing so des-
tructive to family affection as to have one
person so absorbed in constant contempla—
tion of herself. There is nothing truer than

 

relatives miserable by their constant, unend-

    

that our deepest, most abiding happiness is

found in forgetfulness of self and thought
for others.

There are some natures wanting in the
power of silent endurance; having no depth,
they must conﬁde sorrows and joys alike
to others. Let all such, as well as those in
whom complaining has become a habit,
endeavor to cultivate this quality. When
words of complaint are already upon the
lips, crowd them back. If you have a head-
ache, bear it quietly; conquer yourself. Do
not, as you value home happiness and
domestic content, give way._to grumbling
and complaints on any subject, especially
upon your own ailments. The husband, at
ﬁrst so sympathetic, so anxious for you,
grows hard under constant iteration; the
children soon learn to give no heed, it is
“only mamma’s way,” and friends ﬁnd
your company a bore when your only talk is
of yourself. And what have you in reserve
for the great ills of life, if you thus succumb
to the lesser ones ?

The horse car in which I wasZa passenger
the other day halted a moment on a cross-
ing without apparent reason. Looking
out, i saw the driver had stopped to avoid
running over a child who was crossing the
street. And such a child! Poor, pitiful
little wait! Both legs had been amputated at
the knee, and he was crawling along on the
stumps, falling over in his haste to get out of
the way, and tumbling down, a dirty, ragged,
muddy heap, when once out of danger_
And such a worn, haggard face as was torn
ed over his shoulder to grin at the car-driver
as he started his horse again, and yet it was
not marred by such lines as one sees some-
times written upon the faces of those who
seem to have all the good things of life.
Suffering, privation, poverty, were
written on it, but not that querulous discon-
tent and complaint often seen under Paris
bonnets. Before such misery and mutilation
as this—only one of the wretched sights of
a great city—we who grumble about our phy-
sical pains, our deprivations, are ungrateful
indeed. BEA’l‘BIX.
«co—-

A REMEMBRANSE.

Coming down the street tc-day. waikirg
mechanically in the depths of a “brown
study.” a voice and intonation so like to
Joe Jefferson’s in the character of “Rip
Van Winkle ” attracted my sense of hear-
ing in a way to make me “ wake up” and
look for the throat that threw it on the
pure air of this sweet day in June. And
sure enough, seated on a curbstone close
beside we sat two old graybeards, battered
and begrimcd in an unmistakable down-

 

 

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4: THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

ought all to be matters of thought, and ar-
ranged in the house plan, not left to chance.
The cellar stairs ought not to be tucked in
a corner where they must be steep and nar-
row, and more or less dangerous to the
elderly woman: if there is no dumb waiter
(which is a great labor-saving contrivance)
the woman mustclimb these stairs from two
to ahalf—dozen times daily. and generally
with her hands full. M ike them wide
enough to afford a ﬁrm foothold, and with
slant enough so the housekeeper does not
feel as if she were ascending a ladder; and
it is well to add ahand-rail. BEA'I‘BIX.

———..’—--'

A SUFFRAGE CONVENTION.

Don’t be alarmed, sisters! A little
politics now and then will not harm the
HOUSEHOLD. What are politics? Policies
by which the government of a nation or
state is guided.

We as individuals, as families, as com-
munities, as social centers, are part and par-
cel of one of the world’s greatest, mos
rapidly growing commonwealths, its politics
building up a government which claims to
be for, of and by the people; although in
framing and deﬁning those policies one-
half, and a not at all unimportant half of
those subject to the laws, have no voice in
deciding either upon the justice or injustice.
the treachery or truthfulness of any law
which the politics of the other half may see
ﬁttoframe for their government. No, all
they have to do, is to obey, pay, in short
“toe the mark” and keep their mouths
shut.

When I was asked last spring if I would
go to the polling place in this ward and‘
vote for school trustee, I said “ No! Wnen
I can go to the polls and vote like an in-
telligent, honest citizen, having the best in-
terest of all concerned at. heart, when I
can go and vote independently, vote for any
candidate or measure that my judgment
favors most-in short, vote like a Christian
in a free country, then I’li go and vote. But-
as long as a part of the masculine power
says to me you may vote for just one man——
a school trustee! and another part of the
same element stands at the polling place

ready to challenge my vote, and by all man- a few suggestions to Mrs. E. H. J., of Paw
ner of subterfuge try to browbeat me out of Paw. The secret of success in the deep set-

the free exercise of the right so grudgingly

granted, I’ll—well, they’ll never get a rapid cooling of the milk. It must be
chanceto brow-beat me at the polls until I strained soon after milking and put into

have a backing that will insure me against
defeat.”

And now to the Convention. which was changed by a current will not raise all the
presided over by Mrs. Helen M. Gougar, of cream.

Indiana, a woman of weight in avoirdupois

as well as words, and withal most agree- is pill; into the water just before milking,
able to look upon as well as to listen to. so that the temperature will not run above
Through her writings and what I have read 50 deg. in ten hours. At least this is our con-
of her work in the different States and clusion. This process is claimed to be labor
territories, she has been as an acq1aintauce saving for women, and so it is. It not only
to me for several years. So of course I was requires less labor to manufacture the but-
anxious to attend the Convention. 1 can ter, but puts much of the hard work upon
only say that in temper, tone and teachings stronger shoulders. With the same condi-
it was simply perfect, and exceeded my most tions of setting cream will rise in any cans.
deﬁnite dreams of such things, for be it The conveniences and economy are the
hereby known to all present that this is the points to make, and so long as there are
ﬁrst real, live, working woman suffragist stationary cans from which the milk is
that I ever saw or heard speak. And my drawn from the bottom and then the cream,
opinion is that if I could meet such an one

panions, the burden of the helplessness of
our womanhood, or as Byron puts it, of our
“ she condition ” would soon be lifted.
Personally Mrs. Gougar is stout, of
medium weight, with fair complexion, and
gray hair, stylishly coitfured, tastefully
dressed in some of the green-grey goods
so much worn, having a very full and
pleasing voice which she understands how
to modulate to meet the requirements of her
hall and audience. Altogether she impressed
me as one richly endowed in physical force
and vital energy. and possessing a fund of
mental and spiritual power, of resistance
and persistence equal to the years, the
work and the warfare that stand between
the present day and the enfranchisement of
women in the United States. I wish to
mention just one very little thing that Mrs.
G. told during the convention. I think she
said it was eighteen years ago that her wash-
woman’s drunken husband collected his
wife’s wages and used them as all drunk-
ards do, in one way or another, use that
which should go for the sustenance and
comfort of home life, paid it into the hands
of the liquor seller for that which made him
as a wild beast in his house. Then she re-
fused to pay to him what his wife had so
toilsomely earned. He was furious, threat-
ening prosecution and coll-ction by law.
She was incredulous, but soon found that
the drunken. worthless man had the law all
on his side. that he could collect his wife’s
wash bills and use the money as he chose.
and the wife and the one who employed
her bad no redress. Thereupon Mrs. G set
herself to the task of getting that law
stricken from the statutes of Indiana, rest-
ing not from her labor of love until it was
done. And this it was that ﬁrst made a
suffragist of her. Michigan has the same
law, and heaven knows how many more
States.

Welt, as Rip Van Winkle says, “Here’s
to Mrs. G )ugar and all her family, may they

live long and prosper.” E. L. NYE.
FLINT.
-——-—OOO—-——
CREAMERIES

 

Having bought some experience during
our three years of butter-making, I venture

ting process of raising cream lies in the
cold water. Water at 48 deg. to 50 deg. is

immediately warmed, and unless constantly

The most satisfactory result is
obtained where a sufﬁcient quantity of ice

I can discover no advantage in having one

the cream can be perfectly saved at the bot-
tom, I see no use of the waste necessarily oc-

casioned by dipping the cream from the top.

I know of several kinds of homemade
creameries, but considering the expense.

the disadvantages and the unsatisfactory

results, I see no economy in using one.

We use the Champion; but whatever kind
you buy avoid long tubes, square corners,

or any inaccessible places; and there should
be room in the tank to put the hand on
every part of the cans, for they often need

washing with a cloth on the outside. With
stationary cans the men strain the milk “ in
aminute,” and children can draw the milk
and wash them. Our boys, aged ten and
twelve, regularly empty and wash the cans
for the milk of thirty cows, while they are
being driven into the stables and the ﬁrst
two pails ﬁlled with milk.

I should put no part of butter-making in
the cellar.

Too much pains cannot be taken in all
arrangements to have things handy. The
advantage of the creamery is a uniform
quali y of the butter; but cream raising in
this way requires different treatment from
shallow setting; but this is all too “ big ” a
subj act for a letter to the HOUSEHOLD. To
know its size read a few dairy papers each
week. However, I will answer any question
I can, if desired.

Has any one used the Worden churn for

churning sweet milk and making ice cream?
MRS. J. M. WEST.
CHERRY HILL Cunannnr. FAIRFIELI).

 

mk—

Useful Recipes.

 

PRESERVED SrnAwnnnmss.—Huii the fruit
and wash carefully, letting the berries drain
in a colander. Prepare a syrup with two
pounds of white sugar and half a cup of wa-
ter, drop the berries into it and let them cook
rapidly for twenty minutes, removing the
scum that rises but not stirring the fruit.
Dip the fruit into tumblers or cans, cook the
juice and syrup till it will almost jelly, and
fill up with it.

 

CURRANT Janina—Strip the fruit from the
stems and put them in a preserving kettle,
cook them half an hour, turn into a jelly-bag
and let the juice drip through. Do not squeeze
the bag. Return the juice to the kettle, boil
ten minutes, put in the sugar, which has been
heated in the oven, allowing a pound of sugar
to a pint of juice, stir up, and your jelly will
set as soon as the sugar—every bit of it—is
dissolved.

SPICED Cashews—Nine pounds of cher.
ries; four pounds sugar; half an ounce each
of cinnamon and cloves. Cook the fruit until
the skins break, take it out, boil the syrup
half an hour and pour over the fruit. A
better conserve is made by stoning the cher-
ries and using seven pounds of fruit to the
former proportion.

 

SPICED CURRANTS.-—Se\'en poun <13 of fruit;
four pounds sugar; one pint best cider vine-
gar; one ounce ground cinnamon; half an
ounce ground cloves. If preferred, the whole
Spices can be put into muslin bags and boiled
in the vinegar until the strength is exhausted.

_—~.——

RASPBERRY Jan—Allow threequarters of
a pound of sugar to each pound of fruit.
Cook till when you take a little out on a plate
no juice gathers around it; then put into jelly
glasses or small stone jars. The nicest jam
or jelly is made by using one-third currants

 

 

every day, if such were our frequent com

- that must be lifted every time; and while

to two thirds raspberries either red or black-

    

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DE'I'ROI'I‘, JULY '7, 1.888.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THEIR DIFFERENT WAYS.

 

She sought her “ rights.”
Robbed by some cruel chance of life‘s delights,
With a dissatisﬁed and restless soul,
With half a logic which she counted whole,
Earnest, no doubt, and honest, not unsexed,
But hungering and querulous and vexed;
With s arving instincts in a fru'tless frame,
And with an itching for the sort of fame
Which comes from the mere printing of a name

craft _
And men.

Brute men,
They only laughed.

She did not seek her “ rights.”
She dreamed not of some path of mannish
heights,
But followed nature’s way and deemed it good,
And b‘ocmed from ﬂower to fruit of woman-
hood.
She loved the “ tyrant," bore her noble part
In life with him, and thought with all her heart
She had her rights.

She held that something men and women meant
To be unlike, but earh a surplement
Unto the other; ’twas her gentle whim.
He was not more to her than she to him:
And little children gathered at her knee,

And men,

Brute men,

Would die for such as she.

—-—-——’O.-——-—

AUBOSTIO.

The labor of the day is all comple te;
Rushed are all the wild bird‘s songs so sweet,
'Evening‘s sunset glories ﬁll the sky,

 

Haunting shades or visions come not nigh.
Our band of housewives now do come
United in the love of home;
So earnest, in their wish to know
Every aid whc reby they still may grow
Happier yet in duty; and still ﬁnd
Of hours not few, to till the mind.
Loving hearts and true will here unite,
Devoted tomage our leader to plight.

Paw Paw. MER'I‘lE.

———-§O.——-————

. CO MPLAINING.

 

“ De mawnin’ glories ain’t lubly to a man
wld de backache,” is a bit of plantation
philosophy which contains a whole volume
of logic. There is little in life worth hav-
ing, little that seems beautiful and fair, to a
person bowed down by the weight of physi-
cal pain, and viewing all things with eyes
dimmed with suﬁerlug. There are com-
paratively few who can be cheerful under
afﬂiction, or patient when their nerves are
tortured by pain.

But there is a class of semi-invalids,
rightfully classed as hypochondrlacs, who
under stress of their ailments make them-
selves and their unfortunate friends and

ing complaints. It is true our physical ills
color our spiritual horizon, yet we have not
the right, for our own or others’ sakes, to
allow them to obscure it. We can do more
for ourselves than the doctors can, in some
ways. When “mamma’s got a headache,”
is the signal for the children to absent them-
selves irom the house from one meal to an-
other, and for the husband to dine down
town, it is high time that a little of the so-
called “christian science” be practiced by
the patient. i. believe it a fact that our
asylums are ﬁlled with insane women made
so from a lack of self-control and self-gov-
ernment. The emotions, the imagination,
are suffered to dominate; by constant
brooding on our “symptoms,” continued
turning to the thought of our ill-feelings, or
dwelling upon a real or fancied trouble, we
lose coutrolof our mentality, and become
more and more hypochondriacal, a condition
which is the beginning of insanity.

A busy woman, with many interests and
“lots to do” is not apt to get into “the
doleful dumps” because of a disordered
imagination. But let an idle woman once
have a pain or an ache, and she is very like-
ly to become OVer-solicitous about herself.
She gets to studying herself, and to taking
medicine for one thing and another, and is
apt to make her conversation a monologue
of aches and pains; those who listen to her
are appalled at the amount of suffering one
can endure and still live. Spiritually, she
resembles an infant seated in a baby-lumper,
going up or down on the slightest provo-
cation. Tbe fracture of a. tea—cup plunges
her in profound melancholy; she mingles
her tears with her pastry if her pies boil

over. if she feels worse than common, she
is “just ready to die;” if better, she is
sure it presages something worse~a ﬁne
day is always a “weather breeder” in her
vocabulary. She tells her family she is
“going to die,” and is hurt that they do not
seem to feel the prospective loss more keen-
ly; she forgets how many times they have
heard the prophesy; perhaps she is conscious
that her complaints have in a certain degree
alienated their love, and that they would
be happier without her, and she does not
hesitate to tell them they are waiting for her
to die to enjoy themselves, a statement
which wounds 'her as she makes it, and
wounds those who have to bear with patience
the cross she lays upon them. The family
which includes such an individual is to be
commiserated, for there is nothing so des-
tructive to family affection as to have one
person so absorbed in constant contempla-
tion of herself. There is nothing truer than

 

relatives miserable by their constant, unend-

   

that our deepest. mos: abiding happiness is

found in forgetfulness of self and thought
for others.

There are some natures wanting in the
power of silent endurance; having no depth,
they must conﬁde sorrows and joys alike
to others. Let all such, as well as those in
whom complaining has become a habit,
endeavor to cultivate this quality. When
words of complaint are already upon the
lips, crowd them back. If you have a head-
ache, bear it quietly; conquer yourself. Do
not, as you value home happiness and
domestic content, give way.-to grumbling
and complaints on any subject, especially
upon your own ailments. The husband, at
ﬁrst so sympathetic, so anxious for you,
grows hard under constant iteration; the
children soon learn to give no heed, it is
“only mamma’s way,” and friends ﬁnd
your company a bore when your only talk is
of yourself. And what have you in reserve
for the great ills of life, if you thus succumb
to the lesser ones ?

The horse car in which I wasZa passenger
the other day halted a moment on a cross-
in: without apparent reason. Looking
out. 1 saw the driver had stopped to avoid
running over a child who was crossing the
street. And such a child! Poor, pitiful
little wait! Both legs had been amputated at
the knee, and he was crawling along on the
stumps, falling over in his haste to get out of
the way, and tumbling down, a dirty, ragged,
muddy heap, when once out of danger.
And such a worn, haggard face as was torn-
ed over his shoulder to grin at the car-driver
as he started his horse again, and yet} it was
not marred by such lines as one sees some-
times written upon the faces of those who
seem to have all the good things of life.
Suffering, privatlon, poverty, were
written on it, but not that querulous discon-
tent aud complaint often seen under Paris
bonnets. Before such misery and mutilation
as this—only one of the wretched sights of
a great city—we who grumble about our phy-
sical pains, our deprivations, are ungrateful
indeed. una'rnix.

-——--—OO.——-——-
A REMEMBRANGE.

Coming down the street to-day, walkirg
mechanically in the depths of a “brown
study.” a voice and intonation so like to
Joe Jefferson’s in the character of “Rip
Van Winkle” attracted my sense of hear-
ing in a way to make me “ wake up” and
look for the throat that threw it on the
pure air of this sweet day in June. And
sure enough, seated on a curbstone close
beside me sat two old graybeards, battered
'and begrimrd in an unmistakable down—

 

iiil struggle with and for life. 'l‘eutons,

   


 

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THE HO USEHO'LD.

 

both, but it was easy to decide which one
gave utterance to the slouching, shufﬂing,
and yet musical and pathetic tones so like
to those of poor old Rip. And as I came on
my way, this chord of memory having been
struck, the whole of Joe Jefferson’s part
and acting in the play passed in review be-
fore my mind, accompanied always by his
peculiar voice and intonation.

And this is one of the masks that Genius
sets upon her work, enstamping it by its
symmetry, its perfectness, upon the percep-
tions of the beholder in such a way as
make it a fact in memory, a factor in life
ever after.

At least I ﬁnd this to be the case in
my own experience. I have always
made it a point to see and hear
everything that came within my limited
reach, to which “the world” pays
homage. And I do not now recall an
instance in which I have not said with “the
world,” “There is Genius in it,” and
with “the world” have made my most
respectful bow, feeling myself enriched.
But in deciding the question as to whether
this, that, or the other is world-wide in
fame, there must be a knowledge and an
intelligence on my part gathered from far
wider ﬁelds than the local press and the
bill boards of the advance agent.

So when the local press announced that
JoeJefferson would play at Music Hall in
the character of “Rip Van Winkle,” I
said, “Ihave read about Joe Jefferson in
that character ever since I can remember
reading or hearing of plays, theaters, etc.,
and I shall go to see him.” I remember so
well an article I read years ago in the
Atlantic Monthly entitled “Joseph Jef-
ferson,” describing him in this play and in
a‘ Solon Shingle,” and of the intense desire
it awakened in my mind to see and hear
him in the ﬁrst. At last the opportunity
came and I was not disappointed.

Eight thousand times he is said to have
played in “ Rip Van Winkle.” And I
wonder how many times eight thousand
people have felt the exquisite sense of pain
that comes home to the aﬁectionate, self-
sacriﬁcing, sensitive heart as the scene
enacts the truisms—“ We are quickly for—
gotten.” “The places that know us will
soon know us no more,” etc. Well, there
is one consolation. if after death we do
return rehabilitated in ﬂesh in some form or
other to earth, we don't seem to know that
it is not the ﬁrst time, and so if our friends
have forgotten, and our relatives deny the
bond of consanguinity, we are kindly
spared the pain of such knowledge.

FLINT. E. E. NYE.

 

POLITICS.

 

I think the question of the propriety of
discussing politics in the HOUSEHOLD de-
pends quite largely upon what we mean
“politics.” It seems, judging fr om political
newspapers, that for a man to be loyal to
one party orgaNization requires him to at
least profess to believe that e very man be-
longing to the other is a hor se-ihief and a
liar, and that its ofﬁce-holder s are corrupt
enough to steal Uncle Sam’s treasure has
right from under the American Eagle’s
claws. Idon’t see but the country manages
to struggle along without going to the

 

"demnition bow-wows” under the manage-
ment of whichever dog chances to come out
on top in the political ﬁght, despite the dis-
mal prophecies of the other side.

The tariff question makes the political pot
bubble just now; it is the one great point at
issue. The greatest intellects in this coun-
try and in foreign lands have bent their
strength to grasp its sequences, not to a
class, but to the entire country, for govern-
ments must seek the good of the many, not
the few, and have failed to agree, or to ﬁnd
any practical solution of its diﬁiculties.
Therefore I do not believe what the ordinary
woman, whose opinions are generally the
echo of her husband’s or favorite news-
paper’s, would say or write, would be par-
ticularly valuable to the world at large. It
is hardly probable she would throw any
very brilliant light upon the problem. To
discuss partizan politics, where one party is
held up as the incarnation of all good prin—
ciples and the other as its exact opposite, is
equally fruitless and unproﬁtable. There
are good men and true on each side, as well
as the unprincipled and corrupt; and conti-
dentially, so far as purity, love of country,
use of “boodle” and consumption of whis-
key is concerned, it is a clear case of
tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum.

But while I see no particular good to be
accomplished by the discussion of tariff and
free trade, Harrison and Cleveland, in the
HOUSEHOLD, I would like to see women
take more interest in and inform themselves
better regarding the manner in which their
native land is governed. I have met several
women since the party conventions became
the great topics of interest. who were under
the impression that the convention was the
ﬁnale instead of the preliminary, and who
seemed unaware of the distinction between
a nomination and an election. During the
Republican Convention one lady remarked,
in presence of quite a company: “Oh. I do
hope Alger’ll get it; it would be splendid to
have him president.” A wicked wag adroit-
ly drew out the next remark, “ Why, won’t
he be president if they elect him at Chi-
cago ‘3” The lady’s husband, with a brow
like a thunder-cloud, said, in accents stud-
iously modulated to the occasion: “ No, my
dear, this is only the m minating conven-
tion; the election is in November.” But
some women never can get out of a dilemma
gracefully; they cannot accept a straw, but
must have a whole plank, so, instead or let-
ting the matter rest, she said: “Well, I
don’t see the use of having a nomination
and an election too.” Now of. course it is
an insult to suppose the average whman is
not better poswd on current topics than this
one, but there is the need of better informa-
tion and broader intelligence among women.
Woman’s sphere is home, they tell us, but
the prosperity of the home depends upon
the prosperity of the country, and hence
she has a right, amounting to a duty, to be
conversant with legislation which aﬂects
her individual weal through the government
of the country. Woman is amenable to the
laws, and ought to know what they are and

how they are made. When she wants the
ballot she will get it by educating her sons
to believe it her just due. But so long as
both she and her liege lord and master insist
that her place is at home in the kitchen, she

 

might better spend her time cleaning out the
comers of her pie-tins than discussing a
subject of which she knows so little and in
which she has so little voice, as politics. '
‘ earners-ta.
___..._____.
A HOME-MADE FERNERY.

Ipass, almost daily, a house on Fort St.
which has in its large bay window a Wardian
case full of ferns. The house faces the
north, and the few rays of wintry sunshine
which visit it during the colder months
would not be suiﬁcient for the growing of
blossoming plants. Sometimes I See a
grey-headed man bending over it: some-
times a yellow-haired lassie, but always the
rare, dainty ferns bring a bit of forest
coolness into the hottest day, and a saver of
spring into the bleakest one. Not all of us
can have a costly case, and rare specimens
to ﬁll it, but any who will may have a
fernery made after the fashion described by
a correspondent of the Rural New Yorker;
who says:

“First of all, we got (I suppose I should
say procured) the very largest cheese-box
we could ﬁnd in the village; then we made
a visit to the woods, and gathered a great
basketful of bark, just as rough as we could
get it. We also hunted up all the pretty
lichens we could ﬁnd on the old fences and
rocks. While we girls were doing this, Ned
ﬁlled his little wheel-barrow full of rich,
dark, woody earth. Then we started home,
well laden, looking like little tramps, or
“minties.” With the aid of lathnails and
a hammer we fastened the bark all over the—
outside of the cheese-box, placing it so that
the grain would run up and down, seen the
trees; next we tacked the lichens on to the
bark. When this was done it looked as it
we had a section of a great round tree, in-
stead of a common little cheese-box.

“We next ﬁlled it with the earth
Ned had brought from the woods. This
was the ﬁrst day’s work. Next day we
went to to the woods again, this time for
ferns. With trowel and knives we dug up
a number of different varieties, being care-
ful to takeas much earth as possible, and
also to get the plants as small as we could.
If you have them small there is not so
much danger of breaking them. If you
take larger ones they are apt to wither in
the moving and die off. Of course, if the
root is all right this does not matter much,
as they soon send out new fronds, but then
you will have to wait for your fernery to
look pretty.

“ We planted the ferns in the box, and
also put in several ‘ Runaway Rob’ roots;
these latter soon spread all over theearth
and ran down the sides of the box, while
the ferns sent out new shoots of fresh—
green—some pale and shadowy, others deep
and dark.

“We kept it in the house during the
winter and set it in the garden in the spring.
With a little new bark and lichens it was

fresh and bright for the next winter.”
There are a number of Very beautiful
species of ferns which are indigenous to
Michigan forests; one species of maiden-
hair is lovely. Study the habits of growth
of this interesting class of plants and you
can ﬁll your home-made fernery not only
beautifully but also intelligently.
Damn.

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THE HOUSEHOLD. .

 

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WEARY.

‘“ Weary 3f each day’s doing from rising to set
0 sun
Weary of so'much doing, and seeing so little
one-
Are deeds so great in the dreaming, so small
in the doing found?

And all life’s earnest endeavors only with
failure crowned?

“ You look to the sky at evening, and out of he
. depths of blue,

A little star, you call it, is glimmering faintly

through

Little! He sees, who looks from His throne in

the highest place,

Agreat world circling grandly the limitless

realms of space."

To many of us who may have failed to
reach the luminous heights our imagination
laid out for us in early youth, life indeed
seems almost a failure. The performance
of our life work often results very differ-
ently from the plans we laid for it. Changes
come to us, and sometimes we are left to do
only “the little things,” while all the great
things we had planned to do are left to
some one else or remain undone.

Life is too short to wait for the tide
whose ebb leads on to fortune. “Do that
which lies nearest,” even the “little
things,” in His name, and we will be apt
to be working according to his plan, and
“ All his ways are just and right.”

“So with_ your life's deep purpose set in His
mighty plan,

Out of the dark you see it, looking with

human scan;

Little and wear: you call it—He from his

throne may see
issues that move on grandly into eternity.

“ Sow the good seed, and already the harvest

may be won.
That deed is great in the doing that God calls
. good when d me.
’I‘m as great perhaps to be noble as noble
things to do,
And the world of men is better when one
man grows more true.

“ Let us be strong in the doing, for that is ours

a one;

The meaning and the end are His, and He
will care for His own

And if it seems to us little, remember that
from afar

lie looks into a world, where we but glance at

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Foals-r Lone-s. MILL MIMMIE.
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WOMAN AND HER SPHERE.

 

[Paper read by Mrs. E. T. Sprague (Evangeline)
beforethe Calhoun County Farmers’ Institute,
Feb. 23rd, 1888.]

Perhaps it would be impossible, even in
the wildest ﬂights of imagination, to con-
ceive of scenes so beautiful as blissful
Paradise, the Garden of Eden. that Milton’s
inspired words present to our mental
vision. ‘° From sapphire fount the crisped
brooks, rolling on orient pearl and sands of
gold, with mazy erra, under pendant shades
ran nectar; visiting each plant and feeding
ﬂowers, which Nature boon poured for..h
profuse on hill and dale and plain, ﬂowers
of all hue and without thorn the rose; grots,
caveszand cool recess, o’er which the mantl-
ing vine lays forth her purple grape, and
gently creeps luxuriant; united streams their
crystal mirrors hold; the birds their choir
apply; airs, vernal airs breathing the smell
of ﬁeld and grove, attune the trembling
leaves; flocks and herds grazing the tender
herb on level downs, or palmy hiilocks;
all trees of noblest kind, for sight, smell,
taste of odorous gums and balms, and fruits
burnth with golden rinds; ﬁsh, fowl and
beast, and man erect and tall, with native
honor clad; created 'in the image of his
Maker, stood the master.” But yet the

 

want of the Universe had not been ﬁlled,
perfection had not yet been attained. Alone
his eye wandered over the beauty of land-
scape, alone his ear was charmed with
melody of birds and hum of Nature’s
thousand workers bringing their labors to
her great storehouse. It was not good for
man to be alone, so woman was given to
him, “though both not equal, as their sex
not equal seemed; for contemplation he,
and valor formed, for softness she and
sweet attractive grace, he for God only; she
for God in him.” She was not a creature
to be worshipped afar oﬂ, she was not to be
a burden and encumbrance, but placed side
by side with him, to share his jays and
sorrows, his successes and failures; en-
dowed with the same God-given attributes,
a busy, active brain, faculties, propensi-
ties, the knowledge of right and wrong,
aspirations and capabilities. But let us
understand; many years have elapsed since
the Creation. With every revolution of the
wheel of Time civilization has gained height
and breadth, and length and depth, indeed

there seems to be no limit to the splendid
possibilities of the human race, and while
new questions are arising and the work of,
reconstruction is going on, the question of
“ Woman and her Sphere ” is perhaps one
of the greatest of the age. Our ﬁrst Mother
stands at the head of the race. The pur-
pose for which she was created, her sphere
and walk, descend to all her daughters.
Chauteaubriand, an eminent French writer,
discourses thus: “Man in uniting himself
to woman regains a part of his substance;
his soul as well as his body is incomplete
without her; he has strength, she has
beauty; he labors in the ﬁeld, she in the
home, he has his crosses, his day may be
troublous and dark; its close brings him
repose and happiness. Without woman
man would be'rude, gross, and solitary; she
spreads around him the ﬂowers of existence
as the creepers of the forest decorate the
majestic oak with odoriferous garlands.”

Labor is a condition of life, and all
human beings are subject to it, and ldo
not contend that woman any more than man
should live without labor, but the kind of
labor that should be assigned to woman is
written in her very nature. Her constitu-
tion, her physical organization, the struc-
ture of her material nature, shows that she
was not designed for out of door service.
The value of all social life, the beauty of
all domestic intercourse, depend upon tie
maintenance of the position of woman at
home. In all countries where civilization
has reached a high state, woman is guarded
from all hard, manual labor. But in many
of the old countries. travellers often see
women hard at work in the ﬁeld, carrying
heavy burdens, pulling the plow, sawing
wood while the husband smokes and looks
on quite unconcernedly, for upon her work
he depends entirely for support. This is a
disarrangement of the whole order of
nature, an entire perversion of the whole
purpose for which woman was created .

We who stand on the threshold of the
twentieth century, ﬁnd pages of history and
biography brightened with the name of
woman. _ Our own America has also women
belonging to her- ﬁrst century, whose
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professron, who cultivated a speciality, and
by hard and persistent eﬁort mastered :2.
" We have not wings, we cannot soar.
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time; ,
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden ﬂight,
But they while their companions slept.
Were toiling upward, in the night."

At the head of the list of scientiﬁc women
we must place Miss Maria Mitchell, who is
professor of astronomy and director of the
observatory at Vassar College. From her
eleventh year she has pursued the study of
astronomy. In 1847 she discovered a
telescopic comet, for which she received a
gold medal from the king of Denmark. In
August of the present year she will reach
her seventieth birthday. The ﬁrst of Feb‘
rnary she felt that rest was needed and
tendered her resignation. It was not ac-
cepted however, but a vacation, together
with her salary, was granted her until J unis,
when the matter will be considered. I have
read that no matter how inclement the
weather, her greatest delight consisted in
scanning the star-gemmed heavens. Among
women reformers Miss Frances Willard, the
silver-tongued orator as she is styled, stands
conspicuous. Every one who knows her, or
hears her, believes in her, and wherever she
stands in assembly balls, or on the plat-
form the hearts of her hearers beat respon-
sive with her own. Among women educa-
tors I will mention Miss Alice Freeman,
who although but thirty-three years of age
has for six years ﬁlled the president’s chair
at Weilesley college. the only college in the
world I believe where the corps of teachers
and faculty are composed entirely of women.
But she has now resigned her position for
the duties of married life, thus assuring us
that the learned as well as the unlearned are
susceptibleto Cupid’s darts. it is useless
to enumerate those women who have worked
out destinies for themselves. In every
branch of business we ﬁnd them. The
Woman’s Pavilion at the Centennial Er.
position has shown clearly that

“ Whatever strong armed man hath WIO'J..’.‘5.U;
Whatever he hath done,
That goal hath woman also reached.
That action hath she done."

It was never intended that the great mass
of humanity should be launched on the sea
of life, with no port in view. I think that
God made a niche for every one. It rests.
with us to ﬁnd it, move into it and keep it.
The main question in life is not what is to
become of us, but rather what are we to be—
come. We can make ourselves just what
we choose. We can make our lives just as
full and symmetrical as we desire, bearing
rich fruit, or empty and useless.

‘- Sculptors of life are we. as we stand

With our souls uncarved before us,

Waiting the hour. when at God’s command
Ourl to dream shall pass o’er us;

If we carve it then on the yielding stone
With many a sharp incision,

It’s heavenly beauty shall be our own.
Our life that ang:l vi ion.”

The question of woman’s rights has been
considerably agitated for the past thirty»-
ﬁve years. Men and women have devoted
their entire time to lecturing and writing
upon the subject. If the fundamental
principles of our constitution be true, that
taxation should not exist without represen-
tation, then of course there is an, illogical

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but a facsimile of her husband’s, there
are a variety of questions and subjects,

upon which they entertain vastly different

ideas. Take for instance, temperance and
public morals. If as is said woman’s in-

ﬂuence is reﬁning, if wherever she is in‘
troduced there comes with her courtesy,

cleanliness. sobriety, morality and order,

certainly then giving her the ballot would
have a beneﬁcial effect upon politics; for in
their present state they are ﬁlthy and cor—
rupt—nothing but a cesspool. If there is

any one thing that needs reconstruction it
is politics. The democratic party of to-day
differs materially from Jefferson’s time.

There are none of the old school republi-
cans. There are no statesmen like Henry
Clay, John C. Calhoun, Daniel Webster.
The popular cry is not for the best men,
but the most money. Scarcely a man is
considered elegible for Congress unless he
represents a silver mine or a pine forest, or
owns the whole Paciﬁc coast. The time
has gone by when the best men are sifted
out from the masses—like wheat from the
chaff and gold from the dross—to represent
the people. Men come forward and beg the
cﬂice; they not only beg but are willing to
pay for the privilege of “getting there.”
Whether true philanthrophy prompts the
act, is best determined by the manner in
which they serve their party. There was
never a time when so much money was
represented in Washington, when enter-
tainments” were so princely; the receptions
are miniature courts, and this in our boasted
land of liberty, our America that plants her
stars and stripes on every shore, and waves
awelcome to all countries, to come to our
land of freedom and equality. To what are
we drifting. unless it be to that aristocracy
that we have claimed we had not.

(To be continued.)

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FOR THE GIRLS.

A handsome paper rack is made of two
thick pieces of card-board, the edges bevel-
ed and gilded. The board intended for the
back is much larger than the front: these
boards are laced at the side with gold cord
from the top to the bottom of the smaller
piece. Any design may be painted on these,
but a very novel and pretty one represented
an old man, seated at atable, reading by
candle-light. There are many ﬂowers that
can be appropriately used as patterns, a
spray of dogwood blossoms, for instance.
Ribbon bows are used at the corners of the
case.

A pretty little thing to strike matches on
is made of ribbon about three inches wide
and seven long. It is fringed out at the
bottom about an inch and hung from the
top with a narrow ribbon of the same
shade. 0n the bottom of the wide ribbon
just above the fringe is a piece of sandpaper
about one and a half inches wide and as
long as the ribbon is wide. A similar piece
one-half inch wide is glued on at the top;
between these pieces of sandpaper on the
ribbon in gold are the words. “ I mind not
your scratches if you keep me in matches,”
in quaint lettering.

A pretty square table cover is made of
olive felt, just the size of the table and

olive ribbon was sewed on the cloth about
two inches from each corner; this ribbon
was brought down and tied in a loose bow
on each corner of the table. About three or
four yards of ribbon will be required.

If you wish a piece of the new white and
gold furniture. now so stylish, bay a Shaker
rocker, and apply two coats of white paint,
then, after it is thoroughly dry, two coats of
varnish; add fancy cushions to back and
seat, or add ribbon bows. The gold paints
enable you to put on the rings of gilt on

the frame.
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FASHION ITEMS.

 

For traveling dresses designed for long
journeys by rail or, steamer, homespun,
cheviot, serges and rough-ﬁnished fabrics
are preferred. They may be made up with
a pleated lower skirt, and a long drapery
nearly covering it. andaplain basque or
pleated Norfolk jacket. Waistcoats and
jackets are liked for these dresses, as they
look less plain than the severe basque. The
waistcoat is often a full blouse of surah or
silk, made long enough to fall over and con-
ceal the band which conﬁnes it to the waist.
The same idea is pretty for street dresses,
and one can vary her costume by having
one blouse waist of silk the color of her
dress and another of cream or other con-
trasting color.

Percale collars, chemisettes and cuffs are
worn again with wash dresses, as also white
pique and Marseilles vests and chemisettes;
these are especially pretty with the sateen
dresses so much worn. This may be called
“ the sateen season”-fully one-third of
the dresses one sees in our streets on a
pleasant afternoon are of this material,
made in every conceivable style and of all
degrees of “ﬁt.”

For boating parties, young girls wear
straight skirts of blue ﬂannel, with perhaps
a few tucks, and blouse waists which can be
braided with white if desired ; the sleeves
are loose and full, with wristbands, and
there is a sailor collar. Around the neck is
carelessly knotted a large silk handkerchief
of navy blue. cream or red silk: and the
hat is anavy blue sailor with a band of
white ribbon.

White bonnets I for}? wear with white
dresses are of white chip or fancy straw,
faced with black velvet and trimmed wi’h
large clusters of ﬁne ﬂowers, though scarlet
poppies, rose 3, and yellow daffodils are all
favorities. Alarge upright bow of ribbon
is added on one side, or the ﬂowers are
veiled in puffs of white brussels net, which
also forms the ties.

Hats which are very becoming to some
faces have narrow rolled brims coming
over the forehead, and covered with loose
folds of velvet. The remainder of the hat
is covered with black;lace laid in pleats
from the crown down to the sides. The
joining of the lace in the middle of the
crown is concealed under a bow of ribbon,
and the front is trimmed with a few ﬂow-
ers and upright loops of ribbon.

Ayoung lady who likes novelty and is
not afraid to “ lead the style,” may wear a
basque out very short and pointed in front,
with a twisted belt or series of folds to
deﬁne and yet conceal the union of skirt

loose folds sewed in with the shoulder
seams and narrowing to a point in front.
A lace cascade or jabot down the front is
a dressy addition. The skirt of such a
dress may have one deep ﬂounce entirely
around theskirt, and a panel of six ﬁounces
on the right side. The drapery is disposed
in deep straight folds sloped and folded
back on each side of the panel in an irregu-
lar cascade. 1f of wool goods the edges of
this drapery may be heavily buttonhcled
in silk of a darker tint. This style is very
becoming to slight, short ﬁgures, as the
long straight folds apparently increase the
height.

Ginghams, which may be bought for 16
to 25 cents, and which. though not as ﬁne
as the 40 cent goods, still wear and wash
quite as well, are made up with plain un-
lined waists to be worn with wide belts,
and have surplice folds in front. The skirt
has long very full drapery pleated under
the belt at the back, and an apron with
sides shirred on cords for convenience in
ironing. These dresses look very neat and
trim, and though not quite as fashionable as
sateen, are serviceable. The woman who
can do up her own wash dresses can dress
very nicely indeed on a limited sum. for all
cotton goods are marvelously cheap. But
she needs one wool dress for outdoor wear
on damp days and rainy ones, when a
cotton dress gets limp and stringy. But
the individual who has to pay for having
such dresses “done up” will do well not
to yield to temptation when she inspects the
dainty cambrics, lawns, batistes and white
goods on the merchants’ counters, for by the
time she has paid her washwoman 75 cents
for amanipulation of it which “ runs” the
colors, and sends it home stitf as a board,
she is fainto conclude there’s “no money”
in wash dresses for her.

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U seful Recipes.

 

VANILLA Ion: Canaan—Put one pint of milk
into a pail set in a kettle of hot water, or use
a double boiler. Beat two eggs, a small half
cup of ﬂour, one cup sugar, and when the
milk is boiling hot add to the mixture. Boil
about ﬁfteen minutes, stirring often. Take
from the stove: add one quart of cream, an.
other cup of sugar, and one and one-half
tablespooniuls of vanilla. Stir well, and set
away to cool: then freeze.

 

CHOCOLATE Curran—Beat two eggs very
light, and add two cups of sugar. Heat one
pint of milk to the boiling point and pour
over the eggs and sugar slowly, beating It at
the same time. Rub ﬁve tablespoonfuls of,
chocolate into sufﬁcient milk 10 dissolve ard
add to the mixture. Beat it thoroughly and
set the dish back upon the stove or in the
double boiler to cock till it thickens. Then
cool it and add a little vanilla ﬂavoring. When
the custard is cold heat in one quart of cream
and freeze.

 

FREEZING.—-TO freeze a cream, adjust
the parts of the freezer properly, pour the
mixture into the can and give the handle a
turn or two to see that it works right, before
packing. The ice may be broken small by
placing in a canvas bag and pounding with a
wooden mallet. There should be three times
as much ice as salt. Do not pour of! the wa,
ter which forms in the freezing process un-
less it is likely tooverﬂow into the can. Half

 

 

plnkcd around the edges. Number nine

and waist. Such a bodice should have mil

an hour will be suﬁicient to freeze it.

 

