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DETROIT, MAY 25., 1889.

 

 

 

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

PIEG'ING THE QUILT.

 

Deep grows the clover, a soft green sea,
Blithely the note of the throstle rings.
And Margery, under the locust tree,
Sits at her patchwork and sews and sings—
Sings and dreams and her ﬁngers fly,
With sunbeams kissed and with shadows
ﬂecked,
And the fair spring hours ﬂit lightly by
With the joy they bring to a bride-elect.

And oh, what a wonderful quilt will grow
Out of those fragments and tiny bits!
And the dimples c.me and the dimples go,
As she measures and matches and trims and
ﬁts—-
A bit of b us in the centre there,
From a remnant left of her Sunday gown;
A strip of white and a rosepink square,
And a border here of chocolate-brown—

Chocolate-brow.-—that was grandma's dress,
Bought that year when John ﬁrst came:
Margery thinks of that, I sues,
For in Margery’s cheeks shines forth a ﬂame;
And this is a scrap of Jennie‘s sacque,
Dots of white on a ground of green,
And tiny, zigzag lines of black,
With drc oping, golden bells between.

The sunswept earth is very fair
To the maid who sits in her shady niche,
And a tender thought that is like a prayer,
Is tightly fastened with every stitch.
There is a new, sweet world that is just at hand,
Where a COsy nest of a home is built,
And she wonders and dreams of that unknown
land,
As she sings and pieces her patchwork quilt.
Good Housekeeping.

#—

ABOUT MOI‘HS.

Last spring our next door neighbor hung
out upon the line a handsome cloak trimmed
with beaver fur, and her husband’s best
overcoat, both badly mot-h;eaten. Over $100
worth of clothing ruined, absolutely, by
those destructive insects, when a little care
might have prevented the damage. I sat in
a dimly-lighted parlor one May afternoon,
where a dozen tiny, dusty-winged millers
ﬂuttered about, and later was not'at all sur-
prised to have the lady of the house ask
what she should do with her parlor furni-
ture and carpets, which were “full of
moths.” Another acquaintance took vigor-
ous chase after a miller fully an inch long,
under the idea that she was destroying the
parent of the brown “worms” that were
destroying her carpets.

It is the little, silken-winged, light-colored
miller which lays the eggs which develop
the larvae with such veracious appetites for
wool and fur. The male of. the species is
often called “silver ﬁsh” by the children
because of his shape and appearance, and is
shy in habit and much less often seen than
be female. These millers commit no

 

 

damage in propria persona; but the larvae
cause plenty of tears and much wrath
every year. Old houses are apt to be in-
fested by them; and they revel in closets
full of cast-off clothing, those treasures
some people are so fond of accumulating
under the impression they may “come
handy” in that indeterminate time known
as “some day.” When they once get well
established in a house they cost no end of
trouble and loss. When the carpets are up
in the spring, the ﬂoors around the base
boards should be washed with hot alum
water, which destroys eggs and larvae, and
the carpets well beaten, especially about
the edges. When they are in the carpet and
it cannot well be taken up, a good way to
exterminate them is to lay a wet cloth over
the infested spots and press it with ahot
iron; the steam kills them. Salt scattered
along the edges of the carpet is also destruc-
tive. Watch especially for them under
furniture and in dark corners. To sweep
often and thoroughly also assists materially
in eradicating them.

When they get into upholstered furniture,
it is “a regular picnic”——-as a small girl of
my acquaintance says of everything—to get
rid of them. They revel in the excelsior or
hair with which the furniture is stuffed, and
increase rapidly. eating the covering from
the inside. I know but one way, and that
the plentiful use of benzine. Large furni-
ture dealers keep a tank which can be ﬁlled
with benzlne, and infested pieces are treated
to a thorough bath. They also have ap-
pliances enabling them to steam them. At
home. the best way is to take the furniture
out doors and with a ﬁne rose sprinkler at-
tached to a watering can saturate them
thoroughly with benzine. it will not injure
fabric or color, and the moths must suc-
cumb. A. L. L. had the misfortune, several
years ago, to purchase a set of rep furniture
which proved to be alive with moths. The
dealers refused satisfaction, and she had to
accept the situation, and either kill the pests
or lose the furniture. it took two seasons
and gallons of benzine to do it, but she
ﬁnally conquered them by persistent work.

lt is not necessary to pack away woolen
goods in tobacco. camphor, or other strongly
odorous stuffs, so that one goes about
smelling like a sick room or a cigar factory
when the clothing is unpacked for wear.
Shake and beat the articles well, and at
once pack them away in boxes, pasting
strips of paper over the joining of box and
cover. Do this early, before the millers ﬂy,
and you are safe. I have always believed

the cedar chests owe their preventive quali-.

ties more to their tightness than to the odor

 

of the wood. It you put away goods on which
the eggs of the moth have been deposited,
they will hatch in cedar chests or air tight
boxes. 1 have kept fursin boxes, not sealed,
rolling the boxes in a linen sheet, pinned
securely: and have kept small articles in
linen bags, hung in a closet. Paper bags
are good, if tied securely, but there must be
no breaks in the paper. Some people say
moths will not work in colored furs on ac-
count of the dye, but why they should
thrive in the dyed wool of carpets and cloth-
ing and object to the dye of furs. I cannot
say; at all events, l’m not taking any risks,
and my furs will be put away as carefully as
if no one ever suggested immunity.

Just here a word of caution. Do not fold
plush or seal garments and put them away
in boxes or drawers. The lying so long in
folds ruins the pile of both, and is more
damaging to their appearance than a year’s
wear. A lady who thought she had put
away her new plush cloak with the most
perfect care, found on unpacking it an ugly
crease across the shoulders; a crease which
could not be removed, even though she sent
the garment to be steamed. Procure a
shoulder-form, adjust the garment on it,flay
it full length upon papers spread upon the
bed, fold these over it—it is a good plan to
lay sheets of tissue paper between the fronts
and sleeves where they told over—and paste
together. Slip “the whole business” into
a bag made of an old sheet. cotton or linen,
tie tightly and hang up in a closet; thenyou
can sleep sound nights.

Where closets are not plenty, it is a good
way to take a tight barrel, paper the inside
with strong brown paper, and pack away in
it blankets, etc. But be sure you do not
pack away moths’ eggs too. By attaching
hooks to the inside of the cover, articles
such as jackets, childrens’ cloaks and the
like, can be suspended without folding. Put
on the cover and paste paper over it and
over the joining. The barrel can be kept
in the attic, or the storeroom; or if a square
board be ﬁtted to the top, and avalence of
cretonne or muslin attached, it may be
made useful as a table or stand in a bed-
room. BEATRIX.

~———O-OO-—-—-'

INQ UIRIES AN SW'ERED.

 

I wish to thank Judith A. S. Hart for in-
formation in regard to binding pamphlets;
her directions are clear and complete.

Tom’s Wife asks for the recipe for making
frosting without eggs. As I was the one

 

who sent it in the winter will repeat it now.
Boll one cup granulated sugar and one-

 

quarter cup of milk together for ﬁve minutes

 


 

THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

without stirring. Remove from the ﬁre and
stir rapidly until thick and white; cover the
cake before the frosting “ sets.”

Some one asks if lemon extract can be
made from lemon peel. I have made very
ﬁne lemon and orange extracts by carefully
chipping off the enter rind in small pieces,
rejecting the white part; place in a bottle
and cover with alcohol. It is fully equal to
the extracts we buy, and I do not think, if
used in anything where it is heated so the
alcohol is evaporated, it is injurious, but I
do not approve of the lavish and indiscrim~
inate use of ﬂavoring extract containing al-
cohol. In the Union Signal, the organ of
the W. C. T. U., is advertised a ﬂavoring
powder said to be the equal in every way of
the alcoholic extracts, put up in ounce pack-
ages of all the leading ﬂavors; one ounce
equals in bulk two ounces of. the alcoholic
ﬂavoring. I intend to send for some and so
encourage the use of non-alcoholic ﬂavoring.

I am pretty busy now-a-days with chick‘
ens, turkeys and buttermaking, the output
of the latter being more than ten pounds a
day. so you see I do not have much time for
letter-writing.

I think Amelia would like a creamery
much better than cans, and for my part I
like drawing off milk and cream better than
skimming. ELLA R. WOOD.

FLINT.

————....—_

FISH.

 

While ﬁsh is not as nutritious as meats, it
is much easier of digestion, consequently
children and grown people whose digestive
powers are not strong should eat heartily of
it. But it is not used as much as it should
be. There are so many ways in which it
can be cooked one need not tire of it, if a1-
ternated with meat. The sooner ﬁsh is
cooked after leaving the water the better,
for it spoils so soon; the muscles are ﬁrm
when perfectly fresh, but soft if not good.
It isagood plan to let it lie in salt and
water before cooking, that helps to make it
ﬁrm and hard, and will take away the
earthy taste that will cling to some fresh
water ﬁsh.

In boiling ﬁsh, allow ten minutes to the
pound, the same in baking. Judgment
must guide us a good deal in such matters.
The water should be boiling when the ﬁsh
is put in, but just bubble gently while
cooking, else the form of the ﬁsh is de-
stroyed. Where there is no regular ﬁsh
kettle, which contains a perforated tin plate,
tie it in a cloth and lay it on a plate in the
bottom of the kettle, it can be pinned with
a. long skewer so that it will be shaped like
the letter S, still the shape is not as essen-
tial as the ﬂavor.

Salt ﬁsh should always be placed skin up
in the water in which it is soaked, this
allows the salt to have free course. The
codﬁsh of to-day comes in such nice shape
that it can be cooked in various ways. One
that is a favorite at our house, is to freshen
the squares by changing the water about
four times; one day and night is sufﬁcient;
milk slightly changed is preferred to water
by some. \Vhen wanted pin it up in a
cloth and boil until done. Lay on the
platter; sometimes I turn a cup of thick

 

sweet cream over it, again bits of butter.
Serve with a drawn butter gravy, made by
rubbing smooth one teacupfnl butter and a
tablespoonful of cornstarch and the yolk of
one egg; then turn in boiling water until of
the right consistency. Have sliced boiled
eggs in the gravyboat and turn on the
gravy. These slices of freshened codﬁsh
are very delicious broiled, served with bits
of butter over them, for tea. Still another
way is to pick it ﬁne after soaking; ﬁll a tin
full, mix slices of boiled egg through and
bits of butter, butter on the top, dredge
with ﬂour and turn on cream sufﬁcient to
moisten well and bake half an hour; good
with baked potatoes. Pick the salt ﬁsh
ﬁne and either freshen over night, or in the
frying pan like salt pork, then drain; turn
in sufﬁcient rich milk, a well beaten egg
added while the milk is cold, a generous
lump of butter, and when it is at the boil-
ing point thicken with ﬂour or cornstarch.
Hard boiled eggs, cut in halves of quarters
lengthwise, are laid on the platter and the
ﬁsh turned over them; serve with boiled or
mashed potatoes.

Salt mackeral well soaked is good fried,
broiled or boiled, served with sliced egg and
drawn butter gravy. Codﬁsh a-la-mode:
Two cups mashed potato; one cup of
freshened codﬁsh picked ﬁne; one half cup
butter; two well beaten eggs; a pint' of
cream; salt and pepper; mix well and bake
half an hour. Codﬁsh balls are made much
the same way, not as moist, shaped with
the hands and fried on the griddle, browned
well on both sides.

In frying ﬁsh have plenty of fat. Lard
is preferable. Wipe perfectly dry and
roll either in ﬂour or corn meal; South, the
meal is preferred and I like it the best.
Keep the fat as hot as possible without
burning, and always serve it piping hot;
cold ﬁsh, like cold mutton, is abominable.

Brook trout we see but little of here, but
east we used to have them; always fry
them crisp. One gentleman W110 owned
an artiﬁcial trout pond, raised them that
weighed a pound, but they are exceptional,
being usually small, but perfectly delicious.
All kinds of fresh ﬁsh that are large are
considered very nice baked, stufﬁng with a
dry bread or cracker dressing, that is
moistened with melted butter, instead of
using any water, making it just moist; tie
together and place in buttered dripping
pan with sticks under.

Eels are getting quite common now in our
lakes. When skinned, as they have to be
before cooking, they look red and anything
but inviting. After they have laid in salt
and water awhile, cut in pieces, roll in
meal and drop in hot lard; or roll in beaten
egg and then in cracker crumbs and fry;
either way is good. In the melted butter
for sauce drop a little lemon juice.

Canned salmon is sometimes made into
croquettes. Mince the salmon ﬁne; add
twice its bulk in cracker crumbs, butter,
pepper, salt and beaten egg so it will mix
together in a stiff paste; then -roll out on
the moulding board, cut in cakes like
cookies half an inch thick; roll in beaten
egg and fry on the griddle, previously but-
tered and hot; turn and brown evenly. I

 

 

am not especially fond of salmon, but those
who are pronounce these very excellent.
Pans, pails and other dishes used in the
cleaning and cooking of ﬁsh should be
thoroughly cleansed before using for any-
thing else, or be sacred to its use alone: for
there is nothing so distasteful as ﬁsh-scented
utensils. Fat once used for frying fish
cannot be used for anything else. A shal-
low kettle—Scotch bowl—ﬁlled two-thirds
full of lard, is convenient for frying ﬁsh;
the ﬁsh will ﬂoat, much as cakes do, and it

browns nicely. EVANGELINE.
BATTLE CREEK.
———-——-—¢O*—————

MAKING COLLECTIONS.

 

[Paper read by Mrs. Jennie G. Averill before the
East and West Farmers’ Club of Paw Paw.]

Since my paper upon “ scrap-books” I
have intendedjo write upon another hobby
of mine, that of making collections. I only
hope to interest grown people, in view of
the fact that most of us have charge of, or
inﬂuence over various restless young souls,
and are often puzzled to think of pursuits
at once interesting, harmless, instructive
and lasting.

I have seen few children who did not
take kindly to this business, not all to the
same branch, for there is a wide difference
in taste among the young as well as those
older. )Iy leaning in this direction was so
decided that my poor mother soon gave
up all hope of excluding my rubbish from
the house, and concluded to make my
mania respectable by giving it recognition
and supervision.

Up against the chimney in the south
chamber of the old red house was built a
narrow cupboard, without a door, but
reaching from ﬂoor to ceiling. The
lower shelves, to my own height, were
cleared of their contents and given over to
my control, so long as I kept my collection
in order. Just as soon as my head reached
another shelf that was to be mine also, and
[assure you that 1 had at least as many
proud and happy days in childhood as that
old cupboard had shelves. A curtain was
made to hang before it, to keep out the dust,
mother said. Istrongly suspect now that
it was also intended for purposes of con-
cealment.

It is the memory of those early days, and
the happy voyages of discovery around the
old home farm, made when I was a mere
child, with the two other babies so little
younger as constant companions, while pet
kittens, lambs and even pigs joined in the
procession, that inspires me to suggest this
matter to other mothers and other children,
rather than the pleasure taken in later years
collecting articles of greater interest to the
general public.

Then every gravel pit had great attrac-
t‘ons; theline of pebbles under the eaves was
full of treasures; I did admire the beautiful
red toadstools and purple puﬂf balls and
variegated autumn leaves beyond expres-
sion; snail and clam shells were rare and
choice; deserted birds’ nests were prizes,
and when the boys were obliged to plow
over nests with eggs, or to burn brush heaps
containing them, and I could become pos-
sessed of them with a clear conscience, that
was bliss.

Nobody was allowed to dictate to, or to

 

 


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interfere with me. Every little while I
would see for myself that some of my prop-
erties were of small account, when I
promptly removed them and ﬁlled their
places with newer favorites. I never en-
tirely relinquished this hobby, but I never
reduced it to a science, or conﬁned myself
to any specialty, or made the matter of any
earthly use beyond the amusement of my-
self and friends. My treasures are of the
simplest description, and consist of keep-
sakes from valued friends, or souvenirs of
places visited by or of interest to me; but
my tastes led me to look out for such things
among other people, and I have seen such
collections as made me almost envious.

I always liked the private travel-scrapings
best; the great public musums are wonder-
ful, but a triﬂe tiresome. and you cannot
take them all in at any one visit.

My early education was sadly neglected;
I cannot use an axe at all, or a saw to any
advantage, so I could not do what 1 have al-
ways wanted to do, and what I advise all
‘boys and girls who possibly can to do, make
a collection of our native woods. The
prettiest specimens are three-cornered por-
tions of a circular section of tree or limb,
with the bark left on. Smooth and oil or
varnish one end and one side of the cut
portion, leave the other side and end un-
polished, and you can see how the grain
looks in the rough and ﬁnished, and what
manner of bark it has; add to each its leaf,
pressed and gummed to a card, write on the
back of the card anything you may know of
the tree, its choice as to soil, climate, etc.,
and not much is left unlearned about that
tree, and no bright boy or girl is ever going
to forget that easy lesson in botany when
once it is ﬁxed in mind.

Ornithology and taxidermy combined will
give you a most beautiful collection. Not
only is the study of birds and their habits
most fascinating, but few youngsters will
be denied plenty of room for displaying
well preserved and mounted specimens. To
make this collection complete each bird
should be accompanied by its nest and
eggs. I rather hesitate to mention this
last, as some young enthusiasts in the in-
terests of science quite forget those of hu-
manity. My children are almost afraid to
show the many birds’ nests around our
house to a certain wide awake cousin who
is collecting eggs, for fear that he will be
unable to let choice specimens alone.

Some may like best to collect coins. Most
of us would be obliged to content ourselves
with those of low denominations, but when
a chance comes to gather in small coins of
other nations, to learn their value and note
their inscriptions, it is very interesting; be-
sides, this collection has the merit of being
easily kept and displayed, or packed and

moved. Near a port of entry, or where
foreigners abound, a coin hunter ﬁnds a

harvest. Merchants and bankers often have
peculiar coins offered them at par value.
Naturally I would mention seeds and
grasses if ‘ Mr. David Woodman had not
given the people of this State such a charm-
ing object lesson on this head, that I wonder
everybsdy does not try to follow his ex-
ample, in a small way at least. Think how
much one must come to know of that bran ch
of farming Who has sown, tended and hat

 

vested so many varieties, watched their
manner of growth, marked their preferences
as to soil and climate, and their liability to

withstand or succumb to the attacks of in-
sect pests, adverse weather, or neglect.

After seeing how very ornamental his col-
lection is, you will be ready to believe that
sand or soil arranged in vials or bottles is
also very pretty indeed. I once saw sand
used in connection with pencil sketching in
a very attractive way; buildings, former
homes of the lady who owned the album,
and the residences of some of her friends
were outlined, then painted with sand of
different colors, found near the place
sketched. In one a dark red was gummed
on to form the roof and outline door and
window casings; lighter colors ﬁlled in the
sides, and a dark one colored the base of the
picture to represent the ground. It was
very curious, and not very difﬁcult, and
was very much admired.

Scientiﬁc farmers are urging the necessity
of more knowledge concerning insects
among our people. What would we think
of a frontier shepherd whose ﬂocks were
ravaged by wolves or other animals, and
who neither knew or sought to learn any-
thing about the appearance or habits of his
enemy, and studied no plans of circum-
vention or destruction? How much wiser
are we? Practical fruit growers, who lose
many a dollar from codling moth, apple
maggot, borer and current worm, could not
tell the mischief-maker from a parasite
which aided them in its destruction. Why
not encourage the boys and girls to study
up this subject, see that they are instructed
in entomology, and make it an object for
them to collect insects and teach as older
people, until at least we can tell our friends
from our enemies?

But for simplicity and scope, ease in be-
ginning and impossibility of exhausting, the
study of rocks and minerals stands easily
ﬁrst. Your three years’ old boy may be
taught what lies around him and under his
feet, and as he grows older the pursuit of
the same subject will call in all sorts of
scientiﬁc aid. Botany and geology help
him to trace back from now to the creation
of earth, and to read all the intermediate
changes, providing only that one life lasted
long enough for the complete work.

However, the fact that such as Agassiz
and Winchell spend a lifetime and consider
themselves but beginners, need not hinder
any bright youth from starting out, for one
is paid as he goes, not at the end alone.

If the present ratio of proﬁt in farming
continues, doubtless we and our children
may soon indulge in the higher and more
aesthetic forms of collection, and amuse
ourselves by gathering together rare old
china, antique furniture, valuable coins,
illuminated books, sea shells, chain armor
or paintings by the old masters.

—-—QOO———

ROBERT ELSMERE.

 

I have read Robert Elsmere. I will give
the impression made on my mind by the
perusal of that “ present sensation.” The
hero, the son of an English clergyman and
his Celtic wife, is left to his mother’s care
by the death of his father, when so young
that the memory of that parent is only a dim

 

picture. His nature is full of impulse and
energy: apt to follow any new craze with
ﬁery ardor, deeply conscientious and mor-
bidly self-accusing, yet withal most tena-
cious of purpose and unﬁagging in his en-
deavor to carry out his purpose. Apparent-
ly devoted: to literature, a chance meeting
with a deep impetuous religious nature,
hurls him at once into a desire for “ Orders,”
and the life of a clergyman.

Meeting his “ fate ” in the shape of a
lady, austere, digniﬁed, but deeply religious
and very lovable, he impetuously breaks
down the barriers nature and education
have woven about her character, and takes
her from a “mission ” so quickly it takes
one’s breath away. Only a word seems
necessary to convince the lady that she has
been laboring under a delusion all the years
that she has felt that she was the custodian
of the moral and physical well-being of the
family, left to her care by the dying father
and husband. Overpowering as has been
the responsibility, rigid as has been the duty
line drawn, indispensable as she has felt
herself to them all, it only requires that the
mother shall admit “ they can get along
without her,” her sisters to allow their thin-
ly veiled exultation at the prospect of de-
sired freedom to appear, and the lover’s im-
passioned plea prevails; she at once takes up
a new burden, the weight of which does not
appear, however, until later, when she ﬁnds
that he has left the fold where they have
worked together. And this act of change of
religious faith, which the hero attains with
such terrible struggles of soul, such render-
ing asunder of joints and marrow, such
groans and agony of spirit, is not brought
about by the strain of heart, or working of
the intellect. 1t ﬂashes all over the con-
sciousness of soul and brain by the words
of another, and then the “ noble soul ” sets
himself this terrible task of undoing all his
past, and building up —-what? An ediﬁce up-
on the same corner stone, only the stone is
molded sand, not rock. Again he is the
slave of words when he leaves his wife in
the terror of unknown trouble, while he
seeks some one to bid him do that which
common sense should have dictated at once,
tell his wife of his change of opinions. That
she should faint after all her imaginings,
sorrow and sleeplessness, is the most natur-
al picture of the drama. Her heart was
made to carry burdens, or she would not,
through all, have yet home that laid on her
by her father. She seems to think if any of
the ﬂock go astray, the sin is her’s even after
her herculean efforts to save them; and after
years of self-torture she discovers her efforts
have all been misdirected, ill-timed, and na-
turally failures, yet just as fervently does
she set herself at work on a new track.

The theological trouble seems to be in
Elsmere’s having accepted theories without
intellectual investigation; and truly, it .
seems his heart is much wiser than his head,
for it knows its needs, and clings to them so
longingly, that when the weak head listens
to abstractions and worldly sophistries—
yclept mundane theories of spiritual mani-
festations, the heart protests so strongly,
body and mind so suffer, that seeds of death
are sown in the struggle. The wife is at
last told, with groans, sighs and agonies, of
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leave their parish and go out into the cold,
cold world—which of course brings a crisis.
More sighs, and they leave, seek a new
home, and live with loving hearts and dem-
onstrations, but far apart in soul life.

Mr. Elsmcre, discarding all the scripture
that treats of the divinity of Christ, or of
miracles, as sweet legends, joins with other
naturals to build up a new church, or
“ Brotherhood of Christ; a body that was
to rest on ‘trust and memory ;’ trust in the
God of experience and history, and memory
of that work in man by which alone we
knew Him and approach Him.” Then the
formula when given, made Christ the cen-
tral ﬁgure: every act was commenced, “The
master said: ‘This do in remembrance of
me.’ At the close all responded, ‘ Jesus,
we remember Thee always.’ ” The whole
effect is, that while an effort is made to ar-
raign an orthodox system of theology and
substitute therefor a so-called liberal Chris-
tianity, the result is a readable farce; an ag-
gregation of most interesting, but inconsist-
ent characters, and a new demonstration
that in Christ centers every feeling and
force of the human heart. in Him we trust,
Him we adore, and in Him ﬁnd hope, joy
and saving faith.

When the “ new religion ” was ﬁnally
launched, its primal argument being that
“ humanity could only approach the Divine
through the human life, and that the mortal
must look to the Eternal,” what was there
new in the teaching?

How clear the truth, that do what man
will to invent new forms of worship, the
Divine manifested in the human is certainly
to be accepted as the true revelation of the
way of the spirit to a higher life!

The book is well written. there are bits
of description and character sketching that
are full of interest. The failure is in the
theological argument, which attempts too
much, and in the weakness displayed by the
characters intended to show great force,
where the creed of a lifetime is overthrown
in a moment, and new views unquestioning-
ly adopted and advocated. This would hat
urally lead the reader to believe that if any
new “ism ” should be promulgated in their
presence, there would, mosu likely, occur
another “ fall from grace.”

It does not strike me that the novel is
likely to be very potent as a means of grace.
It may be made the vehicle of great good in
impressing lessons of morality and duty, but
will hardly rival the Bible.

INGLESIDE.

___.___..._.__._.

OUT OF THE OLD HOME.

A. L. L.

 

When living in the very midst of a cyclone,
with everything in the whirl that attends
one of those demonstrations, one is not sup-
posed to be sufﬁciently composed for letter
writing, and El See is in just that condition
at present, without a sufﬁcient gift of proph-
ecy to know if these winding pathways will
yet lead to a straight road.

After the farm business was all adjusted
by being rented for a term of years, the
former foreman and his bonny bride all es-
tablished, and El See with reserved rooms
for a headquarters, when wanted, and all
the plans for a summer campaign “away
over mountain, away over dell,” along came

 

a purchaser who would not be either denied
or delayed, and “all in a minute” the old
homestead, that had been in the family for
more than sixty-ﬁve years, was sold, and
now with a prospective auction and all the
labor and worry of breaking up a family of
four, who must go their separate ways so
unexpectedly that they know not whither to
go, there is no opportunity for congratula-
tions or regrets and no one has as yet had
time to catch their breath long enough to de—
cide which it should be.

The sheepskin “ patent” given to my
maternal grandfather in 1824 bears the sig-
nature of J. Q. Adams and is said to have
been signed by his own hand, as such docu-
ments were not so numerous then but that
the President could attend to them person-
ally.

In the changes made when the grandchil-
dren took possession of the place, all the
old things were taken from the house except
the clock that extends from ﬂoor to ceiling,
like Longfellow’s “ old clock on the stairs,”
and that remains just where it has been dur-
ing all these years, as good a time-keeper as
ever. Of course that is among the “ re-
serves.” Every male member of the family
who has ever owned the farm has been car-
ried past it.

“ They go through the door
T 0 return nevermore,”

and the ﬁve daughters numbered in the

families of my grandfather and father were

all married beside it. Standing here in the

family room it could tell .

The birtllil of each child, and each wedding as
we ;

And, faithfully still, it has pointed the time

Of the death of each member; in childhood,
life’s prime,

Or when silver hair shaded the wrinkled brow,

when

The years had exceeded life’s threescore and
It hastglelard the ﬁrst cry of three daughters in
And stlag’ding, beside it, the three were called
While an ifé’drs rolled along, its face looked upon
The still forms of gran dfather, father and son.

Ah, the associations that cluster around
the old home—the home made almost sacred
by the births, marriages and deaths; but
when there is only one left to care for it a
few years more or less of ownership will not
matter. The belief that all these broken
family ties will be reunited in “the home
over there ” is comforting as I start out into
the hitherto untried life of rooming and
boarding, with the certainty that the heart
loneliness for the “one above all others”
will bring many lonely, homesick hours to

WASHINGTON. EL SEE.

--~—-.O’-—-—

AN UNPATENTED INVENTION.

1 have invented a dressing-sack, an en-
tirely new pattern. born of a great need and
a happy inspiration, which seems to ﬁll that
void known as a “ long-felt want.” I am one
of the few eccentric individuals who in the
but recently past era of tight sleeves, insist-
ed with ﬁrmness on my right to be able to
raise my arms high enough to toy tenderly
with my back hair. Just here 1 will remark
that I know of nothing which will make the
average woman " with a soul above but-
tons ” feel so small-sized as to attempt to
carry her point against the “ But it is the
style, madame,” of a fashionable dressmaker.
When you get home, and in solitude reﬂect

 

on your temerity, you wonder how in the
world you dared do it. But to return to the
dressing-sack: Most of us occasionally wish
to re-arrange the hair without the removal of
the dress waist—a work of time in these days
of elaborate corsages and necessitating the-
taking off and re-adjusting of cuffs, collar
and other etceteras, an “ awful nuisance ”‘
when one is in a hurry. And we don’t wish'
that sense of untidiness that follows. comb-
ing the hair without some protection from:
stray hairs and possibly dandruff. Well
now, “ wait till I tell you:” Take two
widths of calico, gingham, muslin. any cot-
ton goods you prefer, each about seven-
eighths or a yard long. Tear one width in
two in the centre. length wise, and sew one
half on each side of the whole breadth, leav-
ing an open space a triﬂe over a quarter of a
yard long about a quarter of a yard from the
top. Gather the top into a band which will
ﬁt comfortably about the neck, sew ribbons or
a hemmed strip of the goods to tie at the
throat, or put on a button, hem the edges,
and put a couple of buttons and button-holes
to hold it together in front. In short, it is
exactly like a long full apron with slits
through which to piss the arms. It dis-
counts the “Yum-yum ” dressing-sack—
made of a towel—because it is larger and.
gives more protection. It is not stylish, nor
is it ornamental; it’s better than either or
both—it’s convenient. It is unpatented,
and the owner relinquishes all her private-
and personal rights for the public good.
Try it; it’s “cheaper than doing without.”
BEATRIX.
_—.—‘g’——

U seful Recipes.

 

Toasrnn CRACKERS.-—-Split six butter crack-
ers and soak them in cold water until they
begin to swell; then pour off the water and
drain. Butter a ﬂat baking-pan. Lay the
crackers in, crust side down, and bake ten
minutes, till they turn a delicate brown.
Place them on awarm dish, butter lightly and
serve at once. Nice with hash :or breakfast.

RICE Menus—Take two and a half cups
pastry ﬂour: two teaspoonfuls baking powder;
one saltspoonful salt, and one-fgurth cup
sugar. Mix all these ingredients together.
Beat an egg, add a cup of sweet milk, and
pour upon the dry materials. Beat well; add
a tablespoonful of butter melted and a cup of
cold boiled rice. Butter gem pans after they
are heated, ﬁ=1 them two-thirds full and bake
the muffins twenty minutes or a little longer.
If the rice is omitted the rule will make good
plain muffins: if berries are added you will
have berry cakes. The rule ought to make
about eighteen mufﬁns.

A SIMPLE HOMEMADE CEMENT.—Takc some
old, soft cheese. and beat it well in a mortar,
washing it thoroughly at the same time in hot
water. After the soluble matter is all washed
away, a white mass of nearly pure caseine
will remain. This should be squeezed in a
cloth to express moisture, dried, reduced to}
powder, and preserved in a closely stoppered
bottle. When required for use, a small quan-
lity should be ground with a very little water,
to makeia thick, viscid paste. which must be
used at once, as it hardens very quickly. Mix
only asimuch as may be needed, for after it
once hardens it will not dissolve. It is not
affected by heat or water.

 

     

 

 

 

   
     

 

