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DETROIT, MAY 11, 1889.

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

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From many a worn and faded gown,
Hany a coat that is old and brown,
From dresses that emptied the money bags,
Have the long strips come for the carpet rags.
The scissors will ply,
And the needles ﬂy,

And the weary moments pass us by,
While we tear the gray that was Susie’s best,
And demolish with pleasure Tom‘s old vest,
And then from a coat that is soldier blue
With one sleeve gone, where a bu'let ﬂew.

A tiny dress that Sam‘s youngest wore;
A cloak that you‘ve doubtless seen before;
The curtains that hung in the parlor there
The winter that Abner married Clare.
Thus the swift hours go,
As we cut and sew,
And plan for a strip: that will mike a show.
The various closets‘ s :1 ange c )ztents
Are heaped about in a pile immense,
While the dust ﬂies thick. (Though the rags
are dean,
There are always ﬂoating fragments seen.)

Cutting and sewing and dyeing the rags,
Winding and weighing, the slow wofk lags,
And the h lusewife's patience sadly goes
As, day after day, she grimly sews.

We fret and we fume

At the dirty room;

No peace till the carpet‘s home from the
loom.
But then—ah! then—what distinct delight,
With hammer and tacks to stretch it t'ght,
And walk, in a tired but blissful state,
On the ‘ hit and miss " conglomerate!
—-Good Housekeeping.

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NOTES ON BACK NUMBERS.

I think all but two of Jannette’s inquiries
have been answered. I cannot tell her
whether it improves pie-crust to stand an
hour or two ina cool place before it is
baked, but know that the makers of ﬁne
pastry always use icewater in mixing it,
and roll it upon a marble slab to keep it as
cold as possible. The object, in both in-
stances, would be the same, I should sup-
pose, but I cannot give what our old pro-
fessor of chemistry used to call “the
rationale,” unless that by cooling the air
imprisoned in the mass of dough its expan-
sion under heat causes greater ﬂakiness of
the crust.

To satisfy herself of the difference be-
tween boiled and unboiled water, as re-
gards palatability, let Jannctte take a good
draught of that fresh from the well, and
then of that which has “ boiled and boiled,”
she will readily note the difference in taste.
The late Charles Delmonico, a noted epicure.
in his way, once discharged a cook for in-
competence, saying he “didn’t know
enough to boil water.” Water contains

air, which gives it its refreshing taste; and
this is expelled by boiling. Constant and
continued heat increases evaporation, and
by evaporation the mineral matters held in
solution by all spring or well waters are
rendered stronger and more noticeable.
If you want tea at its best estate, see that
the kettle is freshly ﬁlled and that the tea is
made as soon as the water boils; also that
after it is made it does not stand and steam
and “steep” before being transferred to
the tea-cups.

Huldah Perkins wonders why she is cer-
tain that Beatrix is “as neat as wax, ant
that all her belongings are kept in as dainty
order and precision as the waxen cells of
'the honey-bee.” I’ll “ ’fess up”; it is be»
cause she doesn’t know me! A vision of
the “ top drawer” of mydrcssing-bureau——
especially after one of my “transformation
scenes” when I change from ofﬁce dress to
Sunday best in twelve minutes—would dis-
enchant her. I know we all involuntarily
“make pictures” of people of whom we
hear, or whose writings we read; Fancy
portrays and Imagination dowers them with
form and substance, so that we have an
ideal which to us represents the individual.
We can hardly help this representation in
our minds, but it has been my experience——
and I am sure that of thousands of others—
that the ideal image we have created bears
not the slightest resemblance to the real,
ﬂesh-and- blood personage when the two are
confronted. We are almost invariably dis-
appointed; sometimes our ideal is excelled
by the real, but more frequently it is the
other way. I have been disappointed more
than once, by judging by letters and senti-
ments and handwriting of the inward and
Spiritual grace as well as physical appear-
ance, when personal acquaintance followed.
And I do not doubt I have as often disap-
pointed others; indeed I remember, with a
smile at the memory, the blunt but evident—
ly spontaneously truthful remark of a
young lady, with whom Iliad once held
considerable correspondence, on our intro-
duction: “ \Vhy, you don’t look a bit as I
thought you did! ”

Concerning that liquid stove polish which
Dill A. Tory asks about in this issue of the
HOUSEHOLD: I tried that once. I have
have forgotten whose make it was, but I
know I succeeded in sputtering the zinc,
daubing my hands and ﬁlling the house
withamost disgusting odor, without ac-
complishing anything so far as the appear-
ance of the stove was concerned. Then I
“ ﬁred” the bottle into the alley, bought a

 

it with the due quantum .s-t/ﬁw'z‘ of elbow-
grease, and contemplated the result with
profound admiration. BE.\'l‘RIX.

 

MOTHER-LOVE.

It has been a long time since last I wrote
to the HOUSEHOLD. Perhaps I should not
have summoned courage to enter again but
for El See’s assertion in regard to mother
love. To my mind there is no purer,
nobler love than [that existing between
mother and child. lVe may love our hus-
bands dearly, as much as we may think it
possible for us to love anybody. but when
the little babe, that is a part of our own
self, is laid in our arms, there springs up
another love—a love that will gmty :‘-.\.‘ .I'Lr
little one grows, and in a thoustnd iittle
winning ways twine itself arounrl our
hearts. I love my husband «.lxtrly: he it: s
always been very kind, and many tint. s
denies himself for the sake of giving me
pleasure. I also love my little boy dearly
and truly, and, unlike El See's friend, I
could not choose; but should He choose to
call one of my loved ones. I should try to
be resigned, knowing that He doeth all
things well.”

I think the most touching sorrow I ever
witnessed was the young mother as she
bent over the coiﬁned form of her ﬁrst—born.
Kind friends tried to comfort her by point-
ing her to One above who gave her her
treasure, and who also had power to take
it away. In a measure they succeeded, but
the light seemed to have gone out of her
life forever. Almost equally as touching
was a scene I witnessed a number of years
ago. There were three little ones, the eld-
est not more than ten years old. gathered
around the coilined form' of their mother.
As they gazed for the last time on the lips
that had opened only to bless them, as they
looked for the last time on tne arms that
had cradled them in infancy, their childish
hearts seemed almost bursting in agony.
\Vho shall say that their angel mother his
not guided their footsteps, for all three
have now grown to wonntnhood. and n.)
purer, noblertypes of woman can be found.
To my mind, the love which is reciprocat-
ed between mother and child is symbolic of
our Father’s love which He giveth His chil-
dren.

Will anybody remember and have at kind
word of welcome for
MASON. BONNIE SCOTLAND.

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package of “Rising Sun” polish, applied

been long an absentee—En]

   

     
 
  
  
 
    
  
  
  
 
  
  
   
  
   
    
  
    
    
   
    
   
  

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AN ANSWER TO EL SEE.

I would say to El See, I have beena
reader of these columns but a short time,
therefore knew nothing of her surround-
ings in life. If I have added one drop of
sorrow to her cup of aﬁliction, no one re-
grets it more than I. My motto is love and
kindness to all, but I must maintain my
principle. But I cannot account for the
position she takes. I read an article from
a woman in the northern part of our State
that to me was really astonishing. She
thought it would be useless to extend the
right of franchise to women for they all
would vote as their husbands did. She
knew she would for one. If all women
were like her, I say withhold the right.
But I thank my Maker. for giving me the
power of reason to discern wrong from
right, and not leaving me wholly depend-
ent. If my husband should think it right
to set evil before our children must I think
so? Ah no; I could not, though it be in op-
position to my husband’s principle. I
would agree with her that home inﬂuence
and eternal vigilance are the only safeguards
we have even while our children are under
our guidance. But they go out in society
at a very tender age, with so much evil set
before them on every side that the most
thoughtful of them may be led astray. It
has been wisely said that our dooryard
fence is the dead line that our children pass
at the peril of their souls.

I should blush with shame to say the law
gives perfect protection to me and mine.
Does El See think our laws gave perfect
protection to the heartbroken mothers of
those young girls at Lansing who were
found by the police in a den of shame, and
carried home with a stain indelibly stamped
on their young lives? Are those death-
dealing saloons that dot our fair land a pro-
tection to our children? I know the name
of woman is not always synonymous with
purity, and all that is wicked the work of
the other sex. Does El See remember that
in a former statement she sought to shoul-
der the most of crimes committed on to
men’s trying to get something for nothing,
which is not justice to our brothers, as there
are scores of criminals who are not men,
and will be so long as our laws open so
many vile avenues for the unwary. I, as
much as she, respect our brothers who are
worthy the name. I am not a man hater,
or would I be his menial. I would not
seek to usurp his rights; I would walk
hand in hand With him in freedom. I
would not care for the ballot if it were only
our intelligent brothers who were allowed
to vote; but our laws allow all male popu-
lation who are twenty-one years of age to
vote, whether they are men or merely wear
the human form.

Our voters, some of those who are called
intelligent men, should never offer their
votes. They never try to inform them-
selves; their leisure time is spent in gossip
and trashy literature. They merely know
what ticket they vote. I think people
should know what they are doing in mat-
ters of such great importance before they
tip the balance either way. I cannot re-

frain from speaking against evils. although
it grieves my dear sister and she calls it a
tirade against our brothers. If women
helped make our laws with like results, I
would speak in stronger terms against them
than I now do. But they are not sanc-
tioned by all women. There are some
noble—minded women in America, and every
ofﬁce they are allowed they have ﬁlled with
honor worthy the name of woman. If wo-
man’s privilege to hold ofﬁce was not limit-
ed, I think she possibly might be govern-
ess of our State.

That mother love question seems to an-
noy El See. I think, from her writing, it
is a subject she cannot know anything
about. She thinks it would be harder to
lose a husband than a child. I would ask
who does not think so. It would not take
the second thought to answer that question.
It was cruel in her to take such a loving,
tendenhearted being as she did for a test.
The poor creature’s eyes ﬁlled with tears at
the thought, and her reason must have for-
saken her for the moment or she could not
have looked on her friend as the destroying
angel. I believe we should love our hus-
bands as well as our own lives. But there
is a place in a true mother’s heart that none
but a child can penetrate; a feeling that
knows no waking until she is a mother.

M. B

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“A BAD PRACTICE, I PRAY YO
AVOID IT." '

Among the hints given in a. recent num-
ber of the HOUSEHOLD was one concerning
the carefulness necessary in mixing baking
powder and ﬂour tho roughly. Here is an
experience in that line: While ill I entrust-
ed to hired help the making of cake, and
such an odd cake I never saw. If I had a
class in geography and wanted them to see
a correct representation of the earth’s sur—
face, I would get said help to make me an-
other cake—a mountain, a volcano with
lava running down its side, hillside and
valley, and here, if Lake Superior were
dried up, I might think would represent its
basin. The second cake came out of the
oven in the same condition, and I deter-
mined to learn how myself; so while the
third was in process, I happened into the
kitchen just in time to see the baking—pow-
der going toward the batter of sugar, but-
ter, eggs and milk, and I hurriedly said,
“ That is baking-powder, and I always put
it in the ﬂour.” In went the baking-pow-
der and out came the words, “ I always use
it this way,” and the third cake came from
the oven like unto the other two. I think
I have learned the secret and hand it over
for the beneﬁt of the HOUSEHOLD readers,
for I believe in sharing with them every-
thing new learned concerning housework.

A few days ago I received a visit from
one of those women known to be so neat
and particular that not even a ﬂy ventures
into her parlors without ﬁrst wiping his
feet on the doormat. Of course the general
theme was house-cleaning, and she impart-
ed the astounding information that she
never has used a drop of water upon the
wood-work in her sittingroom Yet every-

 

body remarks the beautiful appearance of

the wood-work; it is not painted but oiled
and varnished. “ What do you use if not
water?” was asked. “From the painters I
learned to use a brush for cleaning the
Wood, and procured for that purpose a
round paint brush, and now I use nothing
else for aduster; every crevice is reached
and all dust removed.” Nevertheless, I
must use water, for there are ﬁnger marks
and many other marks in this house that
will not come off by using a brush only;
but I shall try the brush for a duster.
J ANNE l‘TE.

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QUESTIONS TO ANSWER.

I am another housekeeper who has been
beneﬁtted by the little paper, and am glad
that all have it now who subscribe for the
FARMER, and if any one gets it who has
no use for it (it is fair to suppose that there
are some bachelors on the FARMER list)
why I hope, instead of throwing it aside,
they give it to some one who does need it
and can appreciate it; so many good recipes
and suggestions ought not to go to waste.

Some time ago there was great inquiry
about things to ﬁll dinner pails, and I
thought then I would send my recipe for
ginger snaps; like the little girl who said
she was “such a dreadful put-offer,” I
neglected to do it but hope it will prove
acceptable now. There is no shortening,
and they are easily made. Give them one
trial anyhow, and when you bake them
use the under side of your dripper instead
of the inside; in other words, turn your
dripper bottom side up, have a little cloth
to grease it with each time, and you will
be surprised how much easier it will be
as well as having better shaped cookies. I
was told to do it, and tried it, and then
wondered why in the world I had not
thought of it myself.

Will some one tell me how to make good
lemon extract from lemon peel—that equals
the manufactured extract which we use so
much of, and which swells the grocer’s bill
so rapidly especially during the ice cream
season? Also, how to keep zincs bright.

I have heard there is a liquid stove polish
which is applied similar to our liquid shoe
polish, but cannot ﬁnd it in our market.
Has any one had any experience with it? if
so, please tell us of it. DILL A. TORY.

CHARLOTTE.
_——-¢»———

ICING FOR CAKE.

Seeing J annette’s query relative to boiled
frosting for cake, I wish to give her my
way: I have tried several methods, and
ﬁnd this superior to any I have yet tried.
I don’t like boiled icings, for they crack
and scale when the knife is passed through
them, and it takes an experienced hand to
tell when it is cooked just enough. It is
necessary to use confectioners’ XXX sugar,
such as is used for soft candies; any grocer
will know what is meant, it has no grain.
Take the white of one egg, measure it, and

add the same quantity of water, stir in
sugar enough, a little at a time, till thick
enough to spread with a knife. This sugar,
before the advance in price, cost ten cents
a pound, and ﬁfty cents’ worth iced ten
cakes nicely. GLADYS.

 

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THE HOUSEHOLD.

     

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ONE WEEK.

(Continued)

We were a little' slow about rising this
morning, but as it was Sunday there was
no great haste. It was raining, and con—
tinued to do so all day, holding up about
half past ﬁve, to allow the smart young
man to visit his best girl. It seems a little
strange to have all the children sick at
once. They are made comfortable, and
breakfast is got: under way. We want
something appetizing; coffee is made,
potatoes pared, sliced thin and fried in hot
lard, beefsteak pounded and broiled, eggs
scrambled, toast made and buttered,- a tin
of molasses cake baked. it will be just
cold when we want it. The children have
some bananas with their toast, which is
made soft with cream, sweetened a little.
Beds are made, things set in order; bird
taken care of and when everything seems
done it is eleven o’clock. We haveacall
from our gentlemanly telegraph operator,
who has rather a sloppy walk. But it
makes a break in the dark, lonesome day.
I select some pretty little stories and verses
for the baby, dress her dollies for her. For
Raymond there is the story of the Bible.
I have never been sorry that I patronized
the book agent who canvassed for that
book; as a general thing, they are a
nuisance. But when I send him to the
shelves forabook, when I am going to
read to him, in nearly every case this is the
book he brings. Well, I read about
Samuel, about Jesus walking with his
disciples, and about Paul, and an hour is
ﬁlled in. He joins Evis ina nap and I
read to Fannie. I have an elegant book,
“Life in the Holy Land,” by Chas. W.
Elliot. It describes at length all these
countries, the people, etc. I read here
and therein this. A story in the Youth’s
Uompam'bn, a few chapters in Mill on the
Floss, and it is time to commence dinner.

I was highly pleased when the men
came home from town last evening, with a
market'basket containing something good
for dinner today; there was a fresh white
.ﬁsh just the right size for baking; a bunch
of lettuce, bananas, and two cans of Lima
beans. The ﬁsh is cleaned and laid for a
while in salt and water; bread sufﬁcient is
crumbed ﬁne, one egg beaten and added, a
little salt, pepper and sage; it is then
moistened with melted butter. The ﬁsh is
drained, the inside well rubbed with salt,
then stuffed and strings tied around to hold
it together; some thin pieces of shingles are
laid in the bottom of the dripping pan, the
ﬁsh laid on, a little water turned in, the
ﬁsh is dusted with ﬂour; bits of butter
stuck arOund over it, and it is ready for a
good hot oven, requiring an hour and
three-quarters or two hours for baking, as
it weighs ﬁve pounds or more. There is
nothing so bad as underdone ﬁsh, it should
be cooked thoroughly. Potatoes steamed;
drawn butter gravy turned over chopped
boiled eggs; beans heated and seasoned
with cream and butter, lettuce with sugar
and vinegar. Tea, bread, bananas.

\Ve all like our dinner to-day, for it is
something new and unexpected. After the

 

     

‘wreck ” is cleared away I ﬁnd I have two
hours which 1 may possibly call my own,
and I do not lose much of it, for these
hours grow small by degrees, and beauti-
fully less as I grow older. I get my books
and read, husband is called away in the
meantime. As the day begins to fade I
draw my chair up to the ﬁre, for I always
think this is the pleasantest time in the
whole day. The hour “ atween the lights,”

~when the baby climbs into my lap, Ray-

mond creeps close to my side and Fannie
hovers on the outskirts. And now they
want me to tell them about Sunday, and I
do in my imperfect way, for perhaps it
does not mean to me what it does to the
professed Christian, who as he winds up
the “ ravelled sleeve of care,” Saturday
night, looks with delighted anticipatioh
for the next day, when, the world shut out,
he will hold intercourse with Heaven.
“ If heaven be ever felt below
’ l‘is when such hallowed calm as th's

Doth shed its radiance, and bestow
Sweet foretastes of celestial b1 ss."

The word Sunday is derived from the
heathen worship of the sun; that of Sab-
bath from the Hebrew, memorializing the
creation, redemption and ﬁnal restoration
in heaven. At the time of the English re-
formation Sundays and holy days stood
upon the same footing, as days upon which
no work, except for good cause, was to be
performed; church was to be attended, and
all lawful amusements indulged in. But a
distinction soon grew up. Industrious
people had but little time to spare for such
days, and those who were more scrupulous
prescribed a strict observance of the Lord’s
day. In 1595 it was placed on nearly the
same footing as the Jewish Sabbath; every
kind of amusement and pastime was pro-
hibited. James I. issued a declaration
which was read in all churches, making it
lawful after divine service to dance, have
archery and other games. In the session
of 1621 an act was passed for the better
observance of the Lord’s day. One writer
says: “The Sabbath day is the savings
bank of human existence. It is the cheer-
ing green oasis of life’s dreary destiny of
toil; and like palm tree shadows, oh! how
welcome in its shelter and repose, as full of
heaven’s peace and strength we issue from
its sweet asylum, and resume life’s journey
rejoicing.” It is a God-send to the poor
man. Our mechanism is such that inces-
sant toil would soon wear out the body,
worldly care would rust and corrode the
spirit. The ﬂame of love is renewed, as
the family reunite around the ﬁreside.
Heaven designed it as the great restorative
of humanity. I recently heard a divine
recommend to his congregation the cessa-
tion of any thoughts or conversation that
were not religious. I must profess little
sympathy. with such rigid austerity and
asceticism as would denounce pleasant
conversation, even though it be worldly in
its nature, as a desecration of the day.

We cannot control our thoughts only in a
measure. To a reasonable extent recrea-
tive as well as religious exercises should
ﬁll the homes. Jesus told his disciples
that the “ Sabbath was made for man—not

man for the Sapbath.” There is no better

 

way to study the Greater than in the book
of Nature.
“ It is a day that gives us glimpses of the spirit
world,
The guide to lead us on the road to our eternal

ome,
Which like the vlsioned ladder once to slum-
bering Jacob given.
From heaven descending 1o the earth, leads
back from earth to heaven.”

I always think too much of sweet palls
on the palate, too much good may be as
hurtful in its nature as not enough. And
what did I do when I was a little girl and
Sunday came? Oh! father and mother
were Presbyterians. Sunday morning, ten
o’clock service found us in our seats at
church, the sermon was always an hour
and a half long; it ran up to “ninethly”
and “ﬁnally, my friends, in conclusion;”
Sabbath school at noon, afternoon service,
and I invariably went home with the sick
headache. There will always be uncon-
verted souls, for we should not need any
reapers if there were no harvests, but the
day has gone by when the body must be
tortured for the sake of the spirit. I had
rather sit at home and read a good sermon,
than sit and listen to a string of anathemas
hurled at the unbeliever. There are so
many ways so see one’s duty, so many ways
of being good. We have numerous
pleasant Sabbaths at our home; rainy ones
are a little lonely, and sickness makes time
drag. “[6 must have healthy minds and
bodies to enjoy life. In the evening I read
one of DeWitt Talmage’s sermons. Text,
“Ye are all of one blood,” no one goes to
sleep during the time. We eat apples and as
I tuck the children up, voice the hope that

“ Not a single eye will ope
’Til the break 0‘ day comes round."

(To be continued.)

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LOOKING BACKWARD.

Then there was the great white “tavern,”
with its high swinging sign and three front
doors all in a row, with ball room and long
dining room, two places where linger many
happy childish remembrances. For here
we were often allowed to see the “ dancers
dancing in tune” or out of it, perhaps, and
to hear the heavenly sounds emitted by
much cat-gut much scraped. We were
often carried through a quadrille, and al-
ways to supper. Ah me! The Arabian
Nights fall short of the fact as our imagin-
ative perceptions sized up the charms and
glories of this, then new, old world. I
don’t imagine that an inaugural ball would
create in our minds a tithe of the “un-
speakable delight” now that we found so
abundantly then in one of these simple
“balls” at that little country tavern. Of
course not! Why should it? We know
now that ’tis all a lie. We thought then in
the ruddy glow of the early morning that
’twas all true. And that was happiness.

Then there were the magic lantern shows,
the poppet shows, and all the line of enter-
tainments of that sort that more or less fre
quently held forth in the ballroom, and to
which we were almost invariably taken—
our ﬁrst glimpses of that wonderful fairy
land so dear to every child’s heart.

But I know now, though I realized it
not then, that there was sin and sorrow and
suffering on every hand, the same as to


    

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day; aching hearts, breaking hearts, cow—
ardice, treachery, deceit and evil habits,
the same as today. But thank God for
the plan that gives to each human life its
period of childhood! Make it long and
pure, and sweet with joys and harmless,
loving illusions; so that when life’s bundles
are bound this one shall be fadeless, thorn—
less. E. L. NYE.

1" Law.

 

WOMAN’S WORK UPON THE FARM.

 

[Paper read by Mrs. William Hutchins at the
gals? meeting of the South Jackson Farmers’
u .

What is woman’s work upon the farm?
Is it any different from the work of other
women who keep house? Yes; it is part of
the farming. There is no other business
that requires the united efforts of husband
and wife as does farming, none in which
woman proves herself so complete a help-
meet for man. No farm can be carried on
successfully or extensively without hired
men, and these bring into her home a work
entirely different from that of any other
class of women. She simply keeps a board-
ing house without directly receiving any
pay, and at the end of some seasons when
drouth or frosts or some of the many
dangers our crops are subject to have made
havoc, we truly feel ourselves poorly re-
paid for the weary work of the long sum-
mer. Yet have we done more than our
husbands, or brothers or sons?

No true woman asks for a happier task
than that of administering to the wants of
those she loves, and in no way can she do
this so well as in making a pleasant home
and adorning it tastefully. I sometimes
think that in the giving up of so large a
part of this innate desire of womankind,
comes the greatest trial of the farmer’s
wife. Her work upon the farm is so ex-
acting it cannot be put oﬂ; punctuality
about meals is a positive necessity; milk
and butter must be attended to with per—
fect system to secure a good article for the
table and for market, and in the execution
of these duties she is often robbed of the
time she would love to pass in the training
and caressing of her dear little ones and at-
tending to their personal wants. On the
other hand, how much better is her lot upon
the farm, facing all these difﬁculties, com-
pared to that of many women in cities who
are obliged to work for the whole or partial
support of their little ones, leaving them
in the morning to be gone all day. This
you say comes only to the poorer classes.
Perhaps so; but are we rich? Not until we
have sufﬁcient fortune to enable us to live
without labor of any kind. We are prone
to compare our situations with those of the
wives of millionaires, and here arises much
of the discontent among us. Let us con-
sider it fairly. ch are more independent
than they. Our husbands feel and know
that we are their business partners; they
cannot (or should not) say my business, but
our business. It would be impossible for
them to carry on the business of farming
without us. The raising of wheat and
corn and hogs is proﬁtable, and the work
is directly done;by men hired for that pur-
pose, but does it not also call for extra as

 

sistance from the farmer’s business partner,
and necessarily make her work the harder?

Further than this and aside from the
work in the house, is there anything un-
ladylike in a woman’s assisting her hus-
band in his work in the ﬁeld if necessary
and she has the time? I think not; and
women who prove themselves equal to all
emergencies are the ones who do their
duty best. Let women accept with
pleasure the fact that this is a working
world, and that happiness can be found in
the ranks of workers. Every married
woman should keep house and do her
work as easily as possible without neglect-
ing it; keep her mind well informed; get
time or make time to ‘read each day, and
read only good instructive books and
papers. It is the duty of every true woman
to meet with calmness and determination
the duties which lie in her pathway and
execute them cheerfully, and possess with
each additional year of her life a ﬁner por-
tion of that quality so admirable in woman
—-home-keeping. In Whittier’s “Among
the Hills” is described an ideal farmer’s
wife, to grow into the likeness of whom it
may well be the ambition of every farmer’s
wife or daughter. She need not stop to
ask, “Am I doing man’s work, or woman’s
work?” but may say “It is my own work.”

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SOME THINGS I WISH TO KNOW.

I have often read of - saddle-bag chair
tidies, will some of the ladies send direc-
tions for making them, also directions for
drawn work.

Have any of the HOUSEHOLD readers had

experience with different kinds of milk ‘

cans? I‘ have been having a tank made
and am undecided what kind of cans to
get. Have had some experience with the
Cooley can and like it very much, but am
told there are others much better; and that
skimming the cream from the top is better
than drawing the milk from the bottom of
the can.

I have tried some of Laurel Vane’s recipes
and ﬁnd them excellent. Ilike her way
of giving the exact quantity of ﬂour.
Nothing is so exasperating to me as a
recipe for bread or cake which says “Add
ﬂour enough for a good batter or make
about as thick? as pound cake.” Now I
should have to learn how to make a pound
cake ﬁrst. An old housekeeper with
superior judgment might guess it just
right, but where one would get it right
twenty would fail.

Did Ella R. Wood think Huldah Perkins
was in earnest about cleaning house while
the snow was on the ground? I thought
she was joking. AMELIA.

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I will say to Jannette I have used the
hemmers to the Singer sewing machine
satisfactorily, as well as all the attachments.
I had some trouble with the ruﬂier, but a
drop of oil in the right spot made that all
right. I have used my sewing machine
over four years and have just broken the
ﬁrst needle. I would ask for no better
machine; it Cost me eighteen dollars, in-

 

cluding the FARMER, which has long since
become a household necessity. Every
housekeeper ought to have a sewing
machine.

What makes some folks’ butter
streaked is because the salt is not worked
in sufﬁciently to touch every part, as the.
salt deepens the color of the butter.

White specks in butter (by some called.
false butter or cheese) are due to a dry,
hot air blowing over the milk, drying the
surface of the cream so that no amount of
churning will convert it into butter. I
found this out by experience. The use of a.
creamery would prove a sure remedy.

I should consider the HOUSEHOLD Editor
a reliable commission woman in Detroit.

I have several kinds of cactus and wish
Mrs. Fuller would tell me which would b e
the better way, to keep them in the house
through the summer or put them out doors;
they were all slips last fall but two, those I
have kept in doors.

I would like to ask if the author of “One
Week” is an old or new contributor? If an
old one, are we allowed to guess who it is,
and will the one who guesses right be en-
titled to a chromo? If so I say Evangeline.
At all events I hope she will tell us how
she comes out making butter in the ground.
I have heard of planting seeds in the moon,
but never before heard of making butter in
the ground.

Do any of the HOUSEHOLDERS raise okra?
if so isir. as good as asparagus? I mean to
try some this summer, as the asparagus
does not last half long enough.

What has become of Anti Over?
BE SS.

 

DILL A. Tonv’s recipe for ginger snaps,
referred to in her letter, somehow failed to-
materialize when wanted to be put into
type. Whether she forgot to enclose it or it
was lost by the Editor is an unsettled ques--
tion. Try us again, Dill, and we’ll be-
more careful.

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Contributed Recipes.

CINNAMON ROLL—A piece of light bread‘
dough: one egg; four spoonfuls sugar; roll
out half inch thick; spread with half cup
currants, one spoonful sugar and one of
cinnamon; roll up likejelly cake; let it get
light, then bake.

SWEETLOAF.—A piece of unrisen dough the
size of a cetfeecup; when light work in two
eggs half cup butter, and one cup sugar. 9.
little ginger and cinnamon. Knead well;
make in a round loaf; let get light; then bake
a delicate brown.

HASH Roms-Chop cold lean meat until
ﬁne; add an equal quantity of cold chopped
potatoes and bread crumbs soaked in milk;
season to taste with salt and pepper and a
little butter; mix well; make 'in rolls three
inches long and half as thick; brown in the-
oven.

LANCASTER PIE.—Ch0p cold meat until ﬁne;
season with pepper and salt; spread alayer
of bread moistened in hot water in the bottom

of a deep dish: then a layer of the meat, then
a layer of mashed potatoes: continue the
meat and potatoes until the dish is full, having
potatoes on top. Bake through and until
brown on top.

STEAMED CORN Barium—One cup sweet
milk; two cups sour milk; two cups meal; one
cup ﬂour; two eggs: half cup sugar; two tea-

spoonfuis soda; one of salt. Beat well: steam,

one hour. LAUREL Van's.

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