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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

CLASS OF ‘ 54 .

 

She stood, a vision fair and sweet
From golden head to dainty feet,
And voiced her thesis.

For “ Women’s Rights” her sword was drawn,
“Will conquer’rs be by brains, not brawn,"
Coo’d this dear creature.

“ Parnassus‘ heights will scale, and claim
The Victor‘s wreath, the meed of fame,
And bravely wear it."

“ The Ship of S‘ate will safely guide
Thro' placid sea, and swelling tide,
To harbor safe.
at * 95 * * IF *
Dear me! I saw her yesterday
(A lovelier sight than ﬂowers of May)
Nursing her baby.

I couldn’t help but tease, you see,

So asked her what her views might be
On “ Woman‘s Rights.”

A softer light stole in her eye,

She gently crooned a hush-a bye,
Tnen proudly answered:

“My rights are safe. I reign a queen.
My realm is home; none come between
My court and me.”

My views upon the tariff ? Well,
l’m sure I don’t object to tell,
I like protection."
-—Amy Hamilton.
———...—_

“ CHRIST BEFORE PILATE.”

Rather more than a year ago, I described
in the HOUSEHOLD Munkacsy’s beautiful
picture, “The Last Hours of Mozart,”
owned by General Alger, of this city, little
thinking it would be my pleasure to see and
describe for our readers a still more famous
composition of the same artist, his greatest
work, the “ Christ before Pilate,” painted
at the maturity of his powers.

The picture is owned by John Wana-
maker, Philadelphia’s merchant prince, and
it is said that the artist was employed
portions of nine years in making studies of
the various ﬁgures represented, though the
conception of the picture was carried in
mind since the beginning of his career. It
was completed in 1881, and exhibited in
European capitals, where more than two
million persons viewed it. After it was
brought to America, it was several months
on exhibition before Mr. Wanamaker pur-
chased it; during which time 150,000 per-
sons saw it, and since his ownership it has
been exhibited in thirteen cities. The
public is certainly indebted to Mr. Wana-
maker for the rare opportunity of studying
so great a work, for had he done as so
many do by their art treasures, shut them up
in a private gallery for their own and their
friends’ exclusive gratiﬁcation, many art-

 

lovers must have longed for a glimpse in
vain.
The canvas is twenty-one feet long by

fourteen feet high. Set upon the stage in
Whitney’s Opera House, dark ruby red
draperies relieve it and ﬁll the little re-
maining space; the light falls upon 'it,
strongly, from above, and you seem to be
looking into the Prretorium at Jerusalem,
its lofty vaulted arches relieved by gleams
of light through the opening toward the
street, through which the rabble is crowd-
ing—a morning light, for St. Luke says “it
was early.” The central ﬁgure is of
course the Christ, whose white robe takes
the light so that he seems to stand out from
the crowd, who although they press close
upon him, seem not to touch him. Upon
the judgment seat sits Pilate, in the white,
purple-bordered robe of a Roman Senator;
perhaps it was but fancy, aided by the dress,
but I thought I detected a resemblance to Me.
Cullough in his face, which bears an expres-
sion of perplexity and indecision; his brows
are knit, his eyes directed somewhat down-
ward; his arms folded, one hand clutching
his side, the ﬁngers of the other seem to be
nervously working, as he mentally cal-
culates the results to himself of his decision.
Justice demanded he should, as he says,
“ let this man go; I ﬁnd no fault in him.”
On the other hand, he must keep Caesar’s
friendship at all hazards, and the Jews are
turbulent and determined, his garrison too
few in number to put down by force an up-
rising. Caaiphas, the high priest, stands
with face toward Pilate and hand extend.
ed toward the throng pressing forward to
see and hear, denouncing the' Christ as a
“ stirrer up of seditiong” his face is that of a
fanatic, his attitude that of one vehement
and self-assured in speech. Accused,
accuser and judge; these are the three princi-
pal ﬁgures which seem to demand our at-
tention.

A study of the more subordinate person-
ages is not less interesting. Seated between
Christ and Caaiphas, a little behind a direct
line between them, sits a Pharisee, the im-
personation of supercilious arrogance and

pride of riches; one sandaled foot is on the

lower step of the judgment seat, one hand
rests with outward bent elbow upon his
knee. His rich red robe relieves the white
of the Christ’s and the dull brown and
tawney yellow worn by the high priest; his
face seems to say, “ Why this hesitance?
What nonsense! Away with him.” Partly
behind him are three Jews consulting to-
gether, they eye the Christ askance as they
discuss his pretensions. One oldJew whose
toothless mouth is partly unclosed in the in-

    

 

tensity of his expectancy, peers around and
upward into Pilate’s face, from his seat
next the wall at the side of the niche be-
hind the throne. A helmeted Roman
soldier with his spear held horizontally
presses back the excited rabble who would
invade the presence chamber. The strained
muscles of his arms indicate the force he
uses, the pose of his head his contempt of
these “dogs of J ews;” his long purple cloak
contrasts ﬁnely with the white-clad ﬁgure
of Christ. Grouped in the little space be‘
tween the Christ and the soldier are three ’
faces which warrantstudy. One, a Pharisee,

seems to be explaining the case to two who

are'ilistening very intently to what he tells

them, and evidently accepting his state-

ments as conclusive without the trouble of

independent thought. The face of the

speaker is sly, cunning and treacherous,

full of craft and guile; it is a picture in

itself. On the other side of the soldier

is one with arms thrown upward and open

month, one of the fanatics who cried

“Crucify him,” and in markedantithesis are

the two behind him, one who seems to be

viewing the scene with the disinterested-

ness of a casual spectator, the other with

strongly marked Ethiopian features, who

peers curiously and intently past the soldier

at the calm ﬁgure regarding his judge. At

the left of Pilate sit two Jews, evidently

of importance, since they sit in the presence

of the proud Roman; one is simply inter-

ested in the outcome of the conﬂict in the

mind of Pilate; the other’s eyes are ﬁxed

upon the accused, whose face he studies, it

would seem, with a growing conviction

that he must be what he assumes to be. A

scribe has mounted upon his seat, and with

back to the wall and with hands folded be-
hind him is indiiferently scanning the
crowd; he seems too conﬁdent of the result
to take even a passing interest in this trial,

only one of many to him; a Bedouin has

elevated himself above the throng and is

pointing, seemingly, at a young Jew who

thruets his leering face over the barrier be-

hind the seated Pharisee, to jeer at the

patient Christ. Only upon one face can

sympathy or pity be discerned; a young

Jewish mother with her child in her arms

ﬁxes her eyes upon the bound hands with

an expression of pitying sorrow. It is said

that in the mind of the artist this young

mother typiﬁes the rising spirit of Chris-

tianity—the woman who sows in the soul of

the child the seed of the divine idea.

But the eyes go back again and again to
the central ﬁgure—the Christ who seems to
stand, the only quiet, unmoved ﬁgure in
this riotous scene. Mun kacsy’s ideal is not


 

THE HO USEI—IOLD.’

 

that of artists who have heretofore attempt-
ed to put upon canvas their conceptions of
the Savior, which have been more or less
effeminately beautiful, or at least wanting
in strength and virility. He stands before
his judge with suchacalm dignity, while
Pilate’s face expresses such a strugglebe—
tween justice and expedience, that many
times the remark has been made that it is
really “ Pilate before Christ.” H13 piercing
gaze seems to read the soul of the man be-
fore him like an open scroll. seeing all his
weakness and pitying it, while knowing the
outcome. The face is thin and pallid
from fasting—it is the morning after the
vigil in Gethsemane—the ﬁgure slender yet
with no hint of weakness, the brow noble,
and the auburn, slightly curling hair falling
upon the shoulders. There is no halo about
the head; it is the man Christ before his
accusers, yet there is that in expression and
attitude which hints at the divine. What
mere man could stand so utterly unmoved,
composed, meek, yet strong, before his
judge and accuser, with a mob at his back,
pressing upon him and ﬁlling his ears with
their demands that he die a horrible death!
There is that in the bearing of this ﬁgure
which implies conscious strength—he had
just said unto St. Peter: “Knowest thou
not that I could summon twelve legionsoof
angels from my Father, but how then should
the Scriptures be fulﬁlled?” And again to
Pilate: “Thou couldst have no power
over me except it were given thee from
above.” And it is this I think which
most impresses us-this knowledge of
power, yet meek submission and resignation
to the will of the Almighty “ that the
Scriptures may be fulﬁlled.”

It is a picture which, like “Mozart,”
grows upon one. It is so vast, so sugges-
tive, that one fails to fully comprehend it
at one visit; it must be studied, and thought
about, and it means more and more tous.
It is wellto read the account given in the
four Gospels before going to visit the pic-
ture, to bring to mind the attending cir-
cumstances. And one ought to go quietly
into the dim auditorium and not be dis-
turbed by whisperings and audible com-
ments, which distract the mind. Hundreds
will see this great painting—the greatest
work of the most famous artist of the
century—out of idle curiosity and fail to
see or comprehend one-tenth there is in it,
because they will go in much the same
spirit as they would go to see a two-headed
calr‘, thoughtlessly, and indiﬁerently. But
those who go with souls somewhat in
sympathy with the theme. reverently and
quietly, cannot fail to come away, feeling
that if in all their lives they might see but
one picture, it should be “Christ before
Pilate.” BEATBIX.

__._..._———.

To clean a chamois skin, put into a
bucket of clean Water made moderately
strong with ammonia, let soak over night,
rinse in cold water and then wash with
white castlle soap and water. It will be as
good as new. Never put a chamois skin
into hot water, or indeed into that which
is more than lukewarm; it curls and be-
comes thick and tough. A great many
alleged chamols skins are merely imitations.
A genuine one is worth caring‘for. 7 4.4.4; _;

 

FROM “WAY UP NORTH ”

 

We dwellers in the north, who never see
the ground for six months of the year, have
a joy in digging in the dirt in summer that
you of the south, who are familiar with
Mother Eirth in the shape of mud through
the winter, know nothing of. We have had
no rains of any consequence since the snow
went away. and our crops will bealmost
failures. Still my garden, my chief recrea-
tion from housework, is good because of
occ rsional waterings and more from the use
of the hand cultivator “ Planet Jr.” Every-
thing is planted in rows and it is easy to
run the cultivator between them. This
constant stirring the soil seems to lessen
the effects of drouth, and to really add
something to the fertility of the soi', as
shown by the larger growth and darker
color of the plants. If we were living in a
prairie country this drouth would be a more
serious matter than here, where our woods
are a great resource in many ways.

In this new country there is land to be
bought and sold, schools to be taught, town-
ship and county ofﬁces to be held. When
this county (Missaukee) was ﬁrst organized
it was discovered with consternation that
there wasn’t a lawyer in it. So they had
to take a farmer, or homestead settler, and
admit him to the bar and elect him prosecut-
ing attorney all in—I don’t like to say how
few weeks. We are ﬁfteen miles from the
railroad and have a little community all by
ourselves, consisting of twelve families, all
within two miles of the store and post-
oﬂice at the center. We have a pleasant
country. own and work our farms and live
in peace, with no neighborhood quarrels at
all, and ready to help each other always in
times of need. Among our neighbors, who
are all so good, there is one Mrs. S— to
whom we are especially grateful for kind-
ness during sickness (we are ﬁfteen miles
from adoctor), so last May on her birth-
day we, the ladies of the neighborhood, went
early in the afternoon to her house, carry-
ing with us our little birthday gifts for her,
and also the materials for a bountiful sup-
per. We found the sitting-room carpet on
the line, and the lady of the house wringing
out the mop, with the room just cleaned.
Many hands soon put the room in order
and we spent a pleasant afternoon, Mrs.
8— not being allowed in her own dining-
room until tea was ready. 'Ihis is a simple
thing to tell in print, but Mrs. 8— (who
had forgotten it was her birthday) was so
pleased and delighted, and I have noticed
since that every little gift of ours is care-
fully treasured.

Here is an anecdote in the words in
which it was told to me: “ The summer we
were living on a farm six miles out of
Detroit, Ezra, my husband, had a fever sore
on his leg and couldn’t work, so I took
boarders from the city. One of them was
an invalid lady for whom the doctor had
prescribed a diet of bread scalded in new
milk. She ate nothing else and it was
really curing her. One day, as her appetite
was improving I made a larger quantity.
She laughed and said it was more than
even'her appetite could dispose of. I told
her it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t be wasted,

what was left would do. for the poultlce on '

 

Ezra’s leg! You wouldn’t believe me, but
that woman turned as white as a sheet,
dropped her spoon and went back to the
city before the next meal time. I was awful
sorry I said it, for it was really curing her.”
When I read, the little efforts of our sisters
who know that no woman could possibly
have brains enough to decide who would be
best to have for township clerk or president,
I lay the paper gently down, she: my eyes,
and realize just how that poor invalid’s
stomach felt all the way back to the city.
PIONEER. HULDAH PERKINS.

W“

ANOTHER WOMAN’S VIEW OF
WOMAN IN POLITICS,

 

Lacking as usual over the different letters
in the HOUSEHOLD, which hitherto l have
been content to simply enjoy, 1 came upon
an article entitled “Woman in Politics.”
New I do not claim to be able to reply to
the charges made, but if you can make al-
lowance for a farmer’s wife in harvest time,
with fruit waiting to be canned, I. would
like to say a few words in woman’s defence.
As sweet Susan Winstanly in Elia. we have
been taught to “reverence our sex,” and
confess to not having sufﬁcient faith in
Jannette’s assertions to receive them with-
out proof. Does she speak from experience,
or are her ideas such stuﬁ as dreams are
made of. Will the manipulation of a little
piece of paper called a ballot work such a
transformation in the whole nature of
woman as to make her ﬁckle, false and
ﬁerce, false to friend and country, unrea—
sonable in debate; sharp, bitter, slander-
ous? Would she seek to control on; morals,
our religions, our consciences by legislation
whose vote would prove a curse to our
country? It may be owing to our secluded
life we have failed to meet any of those
Lady Macbeths who would unssx themselves
and be ﬁlled from the crown to the toe~tip
full of direst cruelty; and the description
seemed to me more beﬁtting Louise Michel,
the female communist of Paris, than the in-
telligent, industrious, self sacriﬁcing wives
and mothers of my acquaintance, who are
in my weak judgment as capable of voting
as our neighbor, the half idiot, who is escort-
ed to the poles, handed his ticket and votes
to the satisfaction of all; or the herds of
foreigners with the odor of the workhouse
clinging to their garments, who are pur—
chased at so much a head. But Jannette
thrusts her sharp wit quite through our
ignorance.

As to whom we should vote for, are any
set rules given to the other sex, or is there
a little margin left for common sense?

But like Paul, “ See how long a letter 1
have written with mine own hand.”

A few words regarding the Methodist
Conference. By the confession of that
body two-thirds of the entire church mem-
bership are women. Is it strange they
should wish a voice as to the manner of
conducting the work so generously given
them? Ah! J annette, it would require more
than a bit of paper to work the marvelous

change you speak of. MINX.

J nrrnnson.
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A LITTLE saltpetre, or a bit of baking
soda in the water in which fresh ﬂowers are
put, is said to preserve them fresh for a
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THE HOUSEHOLD.

3

WV

 

ow TO GEI‘ OUR “RIGHTS.”

 

The subject of politics which is being
agitated in the HOUSEHOLD now, is one on
which I cannot resist the temptation of ex-
pressing my views.

The wide spread ignorance of women on
this subject is lamentable, deplorable.
Women who in other respects are fairly
well posted on the current events of the
day. No wonder the “lords of creation”
smile with derision when women clamor
for the ballot who betray a lack of political
information that they would most certainly
have gleaned from the most casual glance at
the daily papers.

Discuss politics? Yes; when a lady can
do so intelligently; untilthen study diligent.
1y, listen silently, and draw your own con-
clusions. Procure a copy of Civil Govern-
ment, subscribe for a radical paper, two if
you like, one on each side of the question,
read and ponder the matter. digest it thor-
oughly; you will soon ﬁnd it delightfully
interesting, and you will feel proud of your
powers of discriminatian, and can smile
serenely when some voter explains to you
that such a man is a democrat, and such an
one a republican. This information he im-
parts so condescendingly, accept very
graciously; avoid all discussions at least for
a time, until you are well posted.

Form local clubs for the ladies, call it a
“Mission Society” or something of that
kind. Conduct it according to parliamen-
tary rules; discuss tariff and free trade; the
knowledge you will acquire will be invalu'
able. Imaintain alady can preside as grace-
fully and efﬁciently at a business meeting
as though a man were in the chair.

Nearly every household has boys. Bless
the boys! Mornings and evenings when
they are out of school, talk over what you
have read that day with them; it will ﬁx it
more ﬁrmly in your mind, and they will be
ﬂattered by the deference; remember they
are the coming voters. Make the most of
your opportunities; cast your bread on the
waters. Inculcate grand ideas, noble as-
pirations, and equality of the sexes. In
future days these lessons from sisters and
mothers whose very memories are sacred,
will make them the staunchest champions
of women’s rights. And when such men
hear these things ridiculed, it will be like
striking at their very hearthstones. Such
men will vote the most liberal measures for
the elevation and equality of the sex. You
will ﬁnd them in the very vanguard of the
suﬂrage party.

Such, ladies, is my idea of the way out of
this troublesome question. Educate your-
selves ﬁrst, and wait patiently, and in years
to come, through your sons and brothers,
you will gain the ballot.

“ Let us then be up and doing.
With a heart for any late,
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.”

Dnrnorr. U. V. P.

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KITCHEN CULTURE.

 

Webster deﬁnes the word culture—to cul-
tivate. Self-culture includes the education
or training of all parts of a man’s nature,
the physical, moral and intellectual. Each
must be developed, each requires training,-
yet each must yield something to satisfy

 

the claims of the others. By cultivating
the physical powers alone an athlete or
savage is produced; the moral only and you
have an enthusiast or a maniac; the intel-
lectual only and you have a diseased oddity,
it may be a monster. By wisely training
and combining the three, the complete man
can be formed. But I propose an annex,
called Kitchen Culture, for in that small
dcmain christened kitchen, baptised with
ﬁre and dishwater to woman’s rights and
petticoat government forever, does the
larger part of womankind pass six-sevenths
of their time, working off extra enthusiasm,
developing muscle, wrestling with the roll-
ing pin, manipulating dough, demonstrat-
ing how a square corner can merge into a
round corner, giving their knowledge of
hygiene an airing, reviewing chemistry in
baking bread, canning fruit, and so on.
And while the average woman will tell you
that her life isasteady warfare with the
dirt—the ﬂesh, and he who shall be name-
less—and that where she is victor once she
is vanquished ninety-nine times, the
woman with a theory will tell you that she
is trying by strategy and diplomacy to solve
the domestic problem, to ﬁnd the unknown
quantity that lies between the woman who
hires and the woman who is hired.

We know how it is in England. in
Germany, in Russia, in all the lands
that lie beyond the great ocean. We
know that between the employer and
employe there lies a vast chasm, a
boundary line that is never crossed. Let
us see how it is in our fair America—our
land of freedom and equality. The stars
and stripes ﬂoat proudly above us, there is
protection in every fold. Uncle Sam gives
his hearty invitation to all nationalities to
come, for he is “ rich enough to give them
all alarm,” and that his invitation is heard
and accepted, is testiﬁed to by the daily
arrivals at Castle Garden. We who boast
of being descendants of the Fathers who
came over in the Mayﬂower, have been
greatly blessed and prospered; we are a
great, a'rich and powerful nation, and the
masses must be resolved into two distinct
classes—the rich and the poor—the inde-
pendent and the dependent, the strong and
the weak. Those who have amassed pro-
perty and have means suﬂﬁcient so that they
need do no manual labor, are the larger
class, and as I am treating the domestic
question my remarks must perforce be of
the feminine portion of humanity. The
helpless woman is an offshoot of this ac-
cumulation of wealth, the woman who upon
marrying is placed at the head of an estab-
lishment, the great satellite around which
the lesser lights are to revolve, the genera-
tor of home warmth and light, and comfort,
and happiness, and who knows just as
much about it as a child ﬁve years old
would know about attending to the electric
plant that lights a great city.

Her servants are a host in themselves;
there must be a waiting maid, nurse girl,
chamber-maids, dining-room girls, cook.
butler, footman, coachman. All these help
to make up an establishment; and while in
a measure “ my lady” is independent, she
has 'a fortune—servants a "dozen—she is
much the! more dependent: of the two.
These servants have been trained for their

 

separate places. The cook will command
an enormous salary, for he must be a cook
—no spoiled dishes here. The butler is a
responsible person to have charge of the
storeroom, pantry and silver closet. The
waiting maid is not an ignoramus by any
means, but is expected to be mistress of
the situation at all times, and while “my
lady ” is virtually the mistress of the house,
issues her orders, sits at the head of her

husband’s table, She is in blissful ignorance
of what constitutes home machinery. The
prime factor is the hired help. It is here
that brains combine with muscle to over-
come difﬁculties, surmount obstacles, and
smsoth out rough places; here is where
skilled labor can command its price. This
house does not have a new set of hands
every time the moon changes: each knows
when she or he has got a “good thing”
and is going to keep it. We pass on to
the daughters: they have taken a course at
some fashionable seminary, graduated, re-
ceived their diplomas which have been
aired on the centre table awhile, then laid
them carefully away in rosemary and
lavender. They spend a summer at the sea-
shore; in the fall they go to the springs:
in the spring they take a trip to the falls.
If the father is in the House they have a
winter in Washington, and now are on the
gut nice for an offer—if they have not al-
ready eloped with the coachman and sink
into obscurity, for we- never hear of them
again after the ﬁrst announcement of the
event and unanimous verdict of total de-
pravity is given. They have seen just how
mother did—how she managed her hired
help --and think they can worry through
with a “Housekeepers’ Manual" and
“Hints on Managing Hired Help.” They
do not always make a success of it however,
not being as good diplomats as their mother;
they are quicker to detect uppishness in the
cook and butler, and think it belongs to the
housekeeper to be on the lookout for im-
positions and little discrepancies in the bills.
Some servants will not have the butcher’s or
grocer’s bills “interviewed,” so the upshot
of the matter is a. change in the kitchen
realm quarterly. There are occasionally
bright, quick girls who know when they
are imposed upon; there are those also,
who know but do not care so long as they
are not bothered about it. We pass along
down the scale of social equality, the
banker, miller, merchant, minister, “the
butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker,”
all of whose wives keep help more or less,
and now arises the social problem, Is the
girl as good as her mistress? Here we ﬁnd
that boundary line. The girl may be intelli-
gent and quick wi tted, the same red blood
courses through her veins as through her
mistress’s, and she thinks it she be good
enough to cook the food, she is good enough
to share aplace at the table. But fashion
and custom says no. Or setting that aside,
mealtime may be the only time that the
family meet in the whole twenty-four hours;
they wish to enjoy it alone, not share it
with any one. The impression received by
the girl is that her work is considered
menial service, that there are a number of
rounds in the ladder" between their social
footing. ': 5 3.. .-

' (To be continued.)

 


 

4 THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

A NEW CONTRIBUTOR.

 

Taking Beatrix’s plan for getting time to
write, I have found time to write some. I
enjoy myself this summer hoeing in the
garden, gathering wild ﬂowers and keeping
house, but as 1 am a poor housekeeper I
will say nothing about that. I enjoy read-
ing the HOUSEHOLD. and think no one can
be reﬁned without good reading; it seems
to carry one away from all trouble and care
and make them better, and those around
us also feel the inﬂuence. Plenty of good
sound reading and careful study will make
anyone with half a head know how to ap-
pear well. But some say “ I don’t have
time to read.” Surely you can, for you
will in a short time learn many things that
will help you in your work more than the
time spent in reading; besides, you can
enjoy yourself while you read and rest.
Some don’t have much time, but a few lines
in the morning will furnish thought for a
day.

Gather the roses while we may
For the roses Will soon be gone,
Gather the roses ere the twilight comes
For time is ﬂying along.
Gather each rOse as soon as it bloom
Wait not for its l ecay.
For tO-morrow’s sun may ﬁnd it gone .
To the four winds scatter! d away.
Gather a rose for each da in life,
Let none wither and fa e away;
Gather them all, let none be lost
For we need a rose each day.
Gather the roses of purity,
0f love and kindness and truth;
And gather the rose of unselﬁishness
That will ever preserve our youth.
Gather the roses of righteousness
And humility every one,
And a crown of roses may be our own
When our work on earth is done.

FOWLERVILLE. JULIA E. BERRY.

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VARIETIES.

 

I will tell how I made a hat scrap bag: I
bought a medium-sized straw hat (mine cost
ﬁve cents) made a pleating of turkey red
calico, about one and a half inches wide,
hemmed one edge with white thread, and
sewed around the edge of the hat, lined it;
then hemmed a piece about two inches wide
on both edges and fastened in loops in the
center of the crown, then tied the ends in a
bow. drawing the hat together in the shape
of a basket; hang near the sewing machine.

To make a ball for the baby to play with,
take two contrasting colors of Germantown
yarn and two knitting needles; cast on
thirty stitches, knit plain all but seven,
leaving them on the needle, turn, and knit
back all but seven, turn, knit all but six,
then ﬁve, four, three, two, one, till all are
knitted. Tie on the other color without
breaking off the ﬁrst, and proceed as before,
always beginning the gore on the same end,
when turning always slip the ﬁrst stitch as
for seaming, knit eight gores, then slip and
bind 01f, ﬁll with cotton and sew up; put a
small cap box containing a few pebbles in
the center.

Will some one who has had experience
tell us how to get the HOUSEHOLD bound,
where to send, cost, and so forth. A friend
of mine wishes to get two years’ numbers
made in one book.

I am aware it is late in the day, but the
words and music of “ The \ acant Chair”
may be found in a small collection of songs
called the Silver Lute.

We have at last succeeded in establishing
a Circulating Library, much to our satisfac-

tion. RUSTIC.
PLAINW’ELL.

 

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

Good Housekeeping says jellies should
stand open a day or two, before being
sealed, but must be protected from dust. If
too thin, let them stand in the sun.

 

AN exchange recommends varnishing
floor matting, both to add to its appearance
and to increase its wear. A fresh coat of
varnish is needed every six months, but the
durability is indeﬁnitely continued.

 

A PROFESSIONAL clothes-cleaner recom-
mends equal quantities of ammonia and
alcohol as a good cleansing medium for
black or dark colored woolen clothing.
Apply with a soft sponge.

 

THE wild crabapples, green and sour as
they are, make the most delicious jelly,
says a lady who has tried them. They
have a spicy ﬂavor and the acid is pleasant.
Do not use geiatine instead of fruit juice for
jellies, if you wish areally excellent article.

 

THE safest way is to ﬁll your lamps every
day. Lamps that stand half ﬁlled for
hours before being lighted are dangerous.
The oil vapor mingles with the air in the
upper part of the lamps and forms an ex-
plosive mixture. If ﬁlled daily, there is no
room for this dangerous gas.

 

MULLEIN tea, made from the leaves and
stems of the Great Mullein (Verbascum
I'hapsus) is said on good authority to be a
speciﬁc for consumption, if continued a
suﬂicient length of time. The plant is
dried, and an ounce of the stems and leaves
boiled with a pint of milk. A cupful is
then taken at intervals during the day.

 

A CORRESPONDENT of Babyhood recom-
mends a cabinet set of hanging shelves,
with solid board back, and door made of a
pane of glass and Opening on hinges at the
bottom, as a safe and convenient receptacle
for medicines in a family where there are
young children. The cabinet is to be hung
by picture wire from two strong staples in
the wall. A convenient size is ﬁfteen
inches long by twenty inches high. and ﬁve
inches deep, with three shelves, and it need
not cost over one dollar. The bottles are
thus free ‘from dust, convenient of access
to the older members of the family, and safe
from little prying ﬁngers.

 

A CORRESPONDENT of the Ohio Farmer
tells how she ﬁnishes the edges of her rag
carpets. If you have a high-arm sewing
machine you will ﬁnd it quite easily and
quickly done. Thread the machine with
good strong thread such as you use for
mending and sewing on buttons, measure
your carpet and stitch it across four times,
twice on each side of where you wish to cut
it, once along a strip of ﬁlling and once be-
tween. Now cut it apart and you will have
two ends neatly ﬁnished. There will be no
unsightly binding, no clumsy hem, and no
raveling out. In this way you need not
lose a thread‘of ﬁlling or shorten your car.
pet a single half inch.

CALIFORNIANS have a method of pros

 

serving fruit without sugar so that it will,

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keep sound and fresh for years. The
recipe is as follows: Fill clean, dry, wide-
mouthed bottles with fresh, sound fruit; add
nothing, not even water. Be sure that the
fruit is well and closely packed in, and ram

the corks, of best quality, tightly down

into the necks of the bottles until level with

the glass. Now tie the corks down tight
with strong twins, and after putting the
bottles into bags, stand them in a pan or
boiler of cold water. Let the water reach
not quite to the shoulder of the bottles. Let
the ﬁre be moderate, and bring the water to

boiling. Boil gently for ten minutes, re-

move from the ﬁre and allow all to cool.

 

AN excellent polish for old furniture is
prepared as follows: A wide-mouthed bot-
tle, good alcohol, as much as you want, pint
or quart. Shellac added as long as it will
dissolve. Shake well, set in a warm place,
then shake once in a while. It will keep
indeﬁnitely if kept well corked. Should be
made several days before using. When
wanted for use turn out a little in a saucer
(it evaporates quickly). It should be a lit-
tle thinner than a good syrup. If too thick
add a little alcohol. Use a small ﬂat varnish
brush. It is easy to handle and goes into
all the crevices. The alcohol ﬂies off quickly
and leaves a thin coating of shellac. 1t is
quickly done, quickly dry, covers scratches
and gives furniture a new look. Soak the
brush when done in alcohol, clean until
soft, then it will be ready for next time.
Save the alcohol used in cleaning, putting
it in the varnish bottle.

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U seful Recipes.

 

ORANGE Pin—Several months ago a re-
quest was made for a recipe for orange pie,
which has met with no response as yet. The
Massachusetts Ploughman, in a report of Mrs.
Daniells' cooking school’s operations, gives
her formula, as follows: Bake sponge
cake in Washington pie plates. Cover one
cake with sliced oranges or jelly; then cover
with another cake; frost and decorate with
sections of oranges. An orange jelly, tobe
used for ﬁlling, is prepared as follows: Two
cupfuls of boiling water, half cupful cold wa'
for, one cupful sugar, three round table-
spoonfuls of cornstarch, grated rind of two
oranges, juice of three oranges, juice of one
lemon, yolks of three eggs, two tablespoon-
fuls Of butter. Add to the boiling water the
fruit juice, the rind and the sugar. Mix the
cornstarch with cold water; then add to the
boiling mixture and cook for three minutes.
Beat the egg yolks and stir them into the
mixture. Cook for one minute, and on re-
moving from the ﬁre add the butter. Let the
jelly cc 01 before using it on the cake. This is
jelly enough for two cakes. To decorate the
above pie frost plainly the top cake and mark
the frosting in sections, sixths or eighths as
it is to be cut, in lines from the centre out.
wards. On each of these sections lay a sec-
tion of an orange, an eighth, which has been
carefully prepared and not broken. It" the
juice is allowed to escape it will melt the
frosting beneath. Let the sections point to-
wards the centre and turn all in one direction,
say two sections facing each other in the
middle. This jelly may be poured into apie-
plate lined with ﬂaky crust, baked a very few
moments in the oven, covered with a me.
ringue, and it will be somewhat like the pop,
uiar lemon pie, only having an orange ﬂavor.

 

 

