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DETROIT, APRIL 12, 1890.

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

IF WE KNEW.

 

Could we but draw back the curtains
That surround each other‘s lives,
‘See the naked heart and spirit,
Know what spur the action gives,
Often we should ﬁnd it better,
Purer than we judge we should;
We should love each other better
If we only understood.

Could we judge all deeds by motives.
See the good and bad within,
Often we should love the sinner
All the while we loathe the sin.
Could we know the powers working
To o’erthrow integrity,
We should judge each other‘s errors
With more patient charity.

11' we knew the cares and trials,
Knew the effort all in vain,
And the bitter disappointment,
Understood the loss and gain-—
Wouid the grim external roughness
Seem, I wonder, just the same?
Should we help where now we hinder?
Should we pity where we blame?

Ahl we judge each other harshly,
Knowing not life‘s hidden force;
Knowing not the fount of action
Is less turbid at its source.
Seeing not amid the evil
All the golden grains of good;
Oh! we‘d love each other better
If we only understood.
——Woman‘s Work.

W

EASTER HOLIDAYS.

Easter has Come to be second only to
Christmas, both as holiday and holy day.
After the purple and penitence of Lent
come the gold and the glory of Easter. To
the believer’s heart, the joy of Easter sur-
passes that of Christmas; the risen Re-
deemer typiﬁes the completion of the
work which was begun by His birth, and
His triumph over the powers of evil. The
Easter music has a fuller, more triumphant
tone than the Christmas carols; and in-
stead of the sombre cedar and holly,
are the fair white lilies, emblematic of
purity and fruition, and the stately palms
of victory, which make the churches
glorious with beauty and fragrance. The
Easter egg has not yet replaced the Christ-
mas tree in childish affections, but the cus-
tom of gift-giving at this season is becom-
ing more general each year; “ something
new for Easter ” is expected; the merchants
advertise Easter handkerchiefs, Easter
parasols, even Easter hosiery, and the new
bonnet is, of course, the crowning glory of
the Easter outﬁt. It bloomed this year
above sealskin and plush and needed an
umbrella as a protector, but it is as much

 

an avant courier of Springas are robins and
crocus cups.

Down town, the Saturday before Easter,
shops, streets and stores were full of people,
most of whom were out just because it
was a pleasant day, and to see and be seen.
The ﬂower stores were full of brilliance and
fragrance; the modern ﬂorist’s art spans
the seasons and will give you hyacinths in
October and Chrysanthemums in May if
you demand them. Callas, the virgin
empress among lilies, and the purer white
of the Bermuda lilies; roses, gold and white,
and the glowing ﬁre of the dark-hued
beauties, emblematic of passionate affec-
tion; tulips and daffodils, hyacinths and
golden-threated freesias, and little knots of
sweet pale English violets. and pansies,
were massed in profusion and found many
purchasers. Did you ever think of the
characteristics of ﬂowers? Take roses for
instance: there’s the Bon Silene, exquisite
as a bud, in its delicate shaded pink petti-
coat, but in bloom lacking fullness, just a
whorl. or two of petals and a few straggling
leaves neither petals or stamens. Very like
some people, full of promise in their youth
but so disappointing in maturity, with
good qualities dwarfed and deformed like
the amorphous rose leaves. Then there’s
the N iphetos rose—“never open,” always
a bud. That’slike some people, too. You
may try to force apart those satiny petals
so securely folded around the heart; but
they close again at once, like certain shy,
shrinking human natures that keep their
hearts closed against intruders and are
content to be seen, not known. Then
there are the glorious ﬂowers, beautiful
at every step from bud to bloom, that
throw wide their leaves and share their
sweetness with the world; generous, for
even as they fade they drop a shower of
beauty upon the earth; so too there are
rare beings—much rarer than perfect roses,
who give their best to all comers, whoever
covets their bounty, shedding the inﬂuence
of their individual lives upon all, “ loving
and giving ” and full of generous deeds.

The old Central Market’s western aisle
bloomed like a ﬂower show. Here were
plants in pots, everything you could think
of; azalias, miniature trees of bloom, great
trusses of incense-bearing hyacinths, the
modest mignonette in her becoming livery
of greens, and the gorgeous cactus, a whole
sunset glory of carmine and crimson. The
yellow broom, beloved of the bee, bizarre
nasturtiums, pink and white English
primroses, and a wealth of pretty pink
roses, all appealing to one’s desire of pos-

 

session, all for sale “ for a consideration.’

Did one think more of dining than of
ﬂowers, here were great piles of rose-
tinted radishes, and the crisp fresh green-
ness of lettuce piled mountain high, and
contrasting with the stacks of oranges and
lemons, bananas, and rusty-coated pineap-
ples with their green crests. New beets
and onions, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, and
a box of disconsolate-looking strawberries
were further gastronomic temptations.
Busy market women, whose clothes always
remind one of the rusty envelopes of an
onion, and whose complexions are weather-
beaten and as wrinkled as their own russet
apples, pressed their wares upon the
passer-by who hesitated at their stalls, ex-
tolling the skinny chickens and the “ fresh
sweet butter.” I should think they’d get
tired of asking “Anything today, lady?
Nice fresh lettuce, radishes, lady?” Do
they ever get “sold out ” so as to start-
fresh, I wonder? I’ve been there at nine
o’clock of a Saturday night and seen the
same ample supply, stale, somewhat, and
wilted, but still there; still the same artful
dodge of apparently choosing fair fruit
for the casual purchaser, but the old trick
of putting up for him the wilted specimens
that will not keep till Monday.

Upon the Avenue the chicken had taken
possession of Hudson’s great plate-glass
windows, and in a miniature barnyard
young, downy ducks and chickens ranged,
to the intense admiration of the youngsters,
not a few of whom saw here the ﬁrst speci-
men they ever beheld, except upon the din-
ner table, trussed and stuffed, asuppliant
for the mercy never granted. Boxes for
bonbons represented nests of spun sugar
with comﬁts for eggs, and there were also
miniature hampers with a chicken perched
protectingly on the cover as guardian of
the blue and white and brown-spotted
birds’ eggs within. I do not really see
why the domestic fowl should ﬁgure so
largely as an Easter emblem. The butter-
ﬂy is equally symbolical and certainly
much more beautiful, affording, in its
varied shapes and exquisite colorin gs, much
greater possibilities in decoration.

The Easter card has had its day. The
dainty “ booklets” in white and silver, be-
sprinkled with purple pansies or lily
sprays, and containing some hymn or
Scripture selection, are favorites. The
Prang prize card this year is a high colored
damsel with straight bangs and squirrel~
like cheeks, too plump to be pretty, with
a sheaf of lilies over her shoulder, out-
lined against a shadowy goldeu~rayed

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crcss. Another, much more to my liking,
portrayed a group of little ones, in quaint
long dresses and hats, against a background
of growing lilies; each child was burdened
with the bloom, and their innocent, chubby
faces were charming. BEATRIX.

 

A MOVING TALE.

Did you ever move? Oh! dear! I do
not mean make a movement, but pack up
the goods and chattels belonging to the
family, and betake yourselves to another
habitation? Well, that’s what we have
been doing. Pleasant, isn’t it? Jollv! Fun,
and all the rest of it! This is how it came
about: We, Darby and I, got tired of

. having so much work to do, and as we
were as well ﬁxed as some crowned heads
that tire of wearing that bauble, (did such
a thing ever happen), we abdicated in
favor of the heir apparent, and shaking
thecountry dust (this is fancy, it was mud
we had to scrape oﬂ') from our sandals, we
hied us to the pretty village of Birming-
ham.

We were all “packed up ” preparatory
to an early ﬂitting next morning, but the
elements proved very unpropitious. The
clouds were frowning terribly when we
rose, and wept so copiously we tarried yet
another day. The second dawning was no
more encouraging, but toward noon some
rays of light appeared, and hoping for
smiles instead of tears, our goods were
hastily placed on the wagon, and our pil-
grimage began. We had thirteen miles of
asgood a mud road as can readily be found
to travel, the frost nearly out (next day it
was all gone); and we patiently plodded on,
cheered by the fact that the horses did not
quite tire out. In fact, by letting them
stop often, we made slow progress and
were not worried by the fear that we were
hurrying at all.

“ We got therejust the same,” about ﬁve
p. m., half an hour in advance of the
loaded teams; found the house yet in pos-
session of the paper-hanger; some rooms
were ready for the scrubber, but we scorn-
fully ignored such appearances, and giving
a hurried brushing to a ﬂoor or two, were
quite ready to “ take in” the miscellaneous
baggage that was hurriedly dumped.
Comfort, a ﬁre was burning; a hasty cup
of coffee, served up artistically in the
midst of desolation, warmed and cheered
the men who still had the return journey
before them, and they left us just at dark
to our own devices, which were quickly
executed. We, too, took a cup each of
the fragrant beverage with suitable ac-
companiments, ﬁshed out a bedstead and
bed from the pile, put them in position,
and soon were in a land where such per-
plexities were forgotten.

Shall I soon forget the sight that greeted
my waking, as the sun peeped in over the

newspaper curtain at the windows! Con-
fusion worse confounded! It certainly
did look a hopeless task, But it was

laughable, too, and in this mode we at-
tached the bewildering heap of chaos. The
last piece of paper was on the walls by the
time I was ready to commence business in

 

THE HOUSEHOLD.

earnest. It was a lark to which a com-
mon house-cleaning experience bears no
comparison. Darby loyally helped me
through all difﬁculties, becoming “almost
aboy again” in the jovial way in which
he sought out missing links, such as bed-
stead castors, and other small things that
show an impish faculty of getting out of
the way when wanted. Stovepipes whose
joints were subject to new arrangements
turmd sulky all in vain. He met all their
ingenious evasions and subtle deﬁances
with a smile as cheerful as the day (t mean
a bright day), and adetermination more de-
termined than their own; and actually
shamed them into submission. Not a
frown, not a scowl appeared on his brow;
notaﬁery threat or sulphurous ejacula-
tion escaped his lips; he did not even
blame Joan for the total depravity shown
by the senseless things. His fame is ﬁrmly
established in the HOUSEHOLD as that of
a gentleman. No objection was raised to
cold or broken victuals, nor was there any
disturbance if meals were not on time.

We, Darby and Joan, have made a
playday of this fearful undertaking, and
now that order has been evolved from
chaos, although we may have felt at sea-
sons that it wasalong time coming, we
are happily enjoying the pleasing change,
and only waiting for spring’s advent to
enter on another crusade, which will result
in as satisfactory a change out of doors as
we have accomplished within.

Now, HOUSEHOLD friends, do not treat
this sober recital of facts as a chimera, and
declare “it can’t be did.” I assure you
on the faith of a HOUSEHOLDER, it is of a
verity, true. Housecleaning has for years
beenapleasant diversion with us, butI
confess I looked forward to moving with a
fearsome dread. But no more such fears
disturb my spirit. I shall be ready to move
twice a year if “ he ” desires to. Perhaps
next time I’ll tell you something about the
village and its people, among whom our
lot is cast. A. L. L.

Marnnrnonm. .,

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PROVIDING FOR SICKNESS.

 

The poor must do as they can, but those
who have the means to do as they will, can
not employ a portion of them more wisely
than in providing a suitable room and
every convenience for sickness. It may be
slow to come, but it may nevertheless be
counted upon as sure; and once with us,
there is no chance to build, very little to
buy, and we must usually get along with
what we have. The professional nurse is
seldom known in the country. The
family care for their sick until they tire
out, then accept the volunteer service of
their neighbors; and it may be looked upon
as a duty to those neighbors as well as to
ourselves, to lighten the task by every con-
venience within the reach of our means or
forethoug ht.

The perfect sick room would, of course
have a bath-room and water closet attached,
but country houses seldom contain these
luxuries, and even when we build on paper
we must not build too high. So we ask

  

 

 
 

that the sick-room be large enough to let the-
bed stand free from the wall and admit a
second bed or couch for the attendant to
rest upon. It should have a stove either
in it, or near it, on which may be heated
water, soapstones, etc. In summer an oil
stove answers this purpose very well.
There should be acommode, an easy chair,
and some receptacle for underclothes, bed-
lincn, and last, but by no means least, a
goodly store of old white muslin. It is as
tonishing what a quantity of this is re-
quired for even an ordinary sickness.
Bleached cotton is good for nothing—or
the next thing to it. Unbleached, the
older the better, has a softer, more absor-
bent surface and seems to touch the pained
body more eﬂectively; while for the pur-
pose of sponging the face and hands, to
apply as a compress upon the forehead or
over the eycs, one seldom ﬁnds cloth which
seems soft enough, and the careful house-
keeper will be ever on the alert for such
and very careful of it when found; rememv
bering it is something money ctn not buy
-—at least in the country. Another kind
needed is thin coarse stuff for facing
poultices; scraps of butter-cloth and salt
bags answer very well.

Each household naturally adopts its few
simple remedies, but whatever these may
be they should always be headed by
brandy, mustard, camphor and ﬂaxseed
meal. Brandy bottles, such as may be
picked up around a temperance hotel after“
a dance, are very useful in sickness. Their
ﬂat sides ﬁt snugly tot e patient’s body,
and in case of a chill may be ﬁlled with
hot water and placed under each armp't,
over the stomach, chest, or wherever heat
is needed. An old quilt or comfort, old
enough to cut into quarters if necessary, is
useful in many ways, and one of the prime
needs is old ﬂannel, not astocking leg, nor a.
baby’s short skirt of shaker ﬂannel, with the
ﬂannel all worn off it, but good big pieces,
no matter how old or soft, which yet be-
speak their descent from mutton. and may
be folded to some thickness. When the
patient is able to bear the change, and is a
woman, and wants to look well. apretty
white dressing sacque may be worn during
the day, and saves lots of work in both
making and doing up trimmed night--
dresses.

This seems like quite alist of articles,
but it will not take much of a sickness to
call for them all-and as many more.

Tnonxs. A. H. J.

 

THE second annual Flower Festival to
be held in this city opens Tuesday, April
22nd, and closes Friday, 25th. Those who
attended last year‘s festival were surprised
and delighted, and as still more extended
and elaborate preparations have been'made
this year, visitors may anticipate even
greater enjoyment. The “ jewels” to be
worn by the ladies en costume Who will
preside over the various booths, have been
on exhibition in a Woodward Avenue win-
dow and are barbaric in their magniﬁcence.
An elaborate musical programme has been
arranged, and an art gallery will add to the
attractions. Take advantage of the one
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FARMERS‘ BOYS .

[Read at the Clinton County Stock Breeders'
Institute at St Johns, March 5tu and 0th, by
Mrs. Joseph Blemuser, of Essex 1
My associates at home were my brothers,

and among my playmates and pupils at
school were farmers’ boys. I am proud
of my brothers, and have respect and ad-
miration for upright, manly boys; they are
worthy friends. While studying their
character in the school-room—and there is
no batter place—I like to imagine what
will be the future of each one. There is
a grave, earnest lad, always deeply in-
terested in some kind of work; next is a
good natured fellow, aptly described by
that inimitable poet of ours in his alumni
address, ﬁfty years after graduation. “ You
think he’s all fun! The angels laugh too
at the good he has done.” Then comes
one who is never interested in anything not
freighted with fun; and here is one who
has not ambition enough to make a game
interes‘ing, but would rather-sit by, resting
while the others play. N o matter how many
we canvas we ﬁnd no two possessing the
same qualities of di~position. According
to nature’s law, these are the ones whose
power is soon to be felt in the social, moral,
intellectual, political and ﬁnancial circles
of our land. The annals of history prove
that a great percentage of the most noted
men of the world were once farmers’ boys.
On them will re-t the care and responsi-
bility of uplifting and purifying the social
element, both home and foreign. The
smoke and dust of the intemperance of our
lives, in habits of living, in extravagance
at home and abroad, in our work, and in
our pleasure, grows thicker each day and
year. The Americans are a t'ast people.
always ina hurry. They must learn to
stop and reason, or the failures of life will
be greater than now. Suicide, crime,
social and business scandals are the results
of thoughtless and debased minds, not con-
sidering or caring for the outcome of their
acts.

In educating and training our boys let
us not forget that on their virtue and
purity depends not only the bettering of
their own lives, but of associates as well.
I agree with Josiah Allen’s wife, who
claims it the duty of parents to keep their
boys’ minds and bodies pure as well as
their girls’.

Our churches and schools must be main-
tained. On their excellence depends the
rise or fall of our free nation. Aboy’s
love and respect for church and school will
be best inculcated by a constant attendance
and alive interest shown in them on the
part of parents. Berkeley, that old tyran-
nical governor of Virginia, said: “ I thank
God there are no free schools nor printing
. presses in Virginia; and I hope there will
not be for a hundred years to come.” It
isa political maxim that a free govern-
ment is the very best for a highly civilized
people. Did those men at Washington
think of this during their pandemonium a
few Weeks since? They certainly failed to
sense their responsibility to their fellow
men for a few days. The business world
holds out great inducements to the think-

 

ing man. In these times of competition
and rivalry, he who would succeed must
learn to reason. Diligence brings her re-
ward, and the boys will ﬁnd a settled con-
dition of affairs and fewer booms than in
the past.

On our precepts and example depend
the ﬁtness of the boys to undertake and
successfully accomplish these arduous
tasks. We should teach them to think
and act for themselves from right motives.
A sense of their responsibility toward their
fellow men, their inﬂuence on all around
them, and the proper use and training of
those gifts of mind, soul and body which
their God had given them, should be the
basis from which every act is committed.
Excellence in the little duties of life leads
to success in the performance of the graver
Ones.

A boy is generally looked on as a nuis ance
unless a pail of water or some wood is
needed. He is the most intricate compound
in existence. Yet this strange mixture of
goodwill, accommodation, mischief, stub-
bornness, kindness, etc, is susceptible of
being trained and educated to attain the best
and highest of ideals. His propensity for
mischief is unlimited. He contrives to
torment the cat, tease his sister, and still
ﬁnd time and opportunity to take a hand
in and invent many kinds of sport. That
parent or teacher is very fortunate who
can keep him busy and interested. The
adage that “Satan ﬁnds some mischief
still for idle hands to do,” originated with
some philosopher who had the care of
boys. No matter how good he may be,
his mind is in danger if he is not interested.
It requires much diligence on our part to
provide him wholesome food only for the
mind. If we deny or neglect to furnish
necessary occupation to that active agent
which is constantly demanding more, it
will become imbedded in and partake of
mischief in some form. It may be by
reading impure literature. All literature
is impure which does not tend to elevate
and ennoble. Mind can not remain at a
standstill; it must progress or retrograde.
If a certain kind of reading does not im-
prove it must harm. It may improve
some branch of the mind and still vitiate
another. If it can harm in any manner let
itbe, discarded; there is plenty which is
good. Again, the boy is inﬂuenced by his
associates for good or evil; this is still mere
diﬁicult to overcome. It is necessary for
the development of mind and body that
boys have associates. These are not al-
ways such as we would desire. I know of
but one way to counterbalance their in-
ﬂuence, namely, by cultivating freedom of
conﬁdence with parents and teachers. The
little child always conﬁdes his hopes and
troubles in some one. The value of the
continuation of this conﬁdence, as he grows
older, can not be overestimated. If we

take the time and patience to listen to the
details of play and associations we will
have an opportunity to correct false ideas
in the child’s mind and help to establish
and infuse noble and unselﬁsh thourhts
But few can understand a boy’s
This is one of the grandest

and acts.
ambition.

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passions ever implanted in a farmer’s boy.
Its power and inﬂuence for good are almost
unlimited. It is the motorpower which
guides his life-work, making it noble and.
grand, or selfish and debased, according
as it has been trained and is used. Every
boy should have a. worthy object in life,
remembering that
Life is real. life is earnest,
an the grave :s n‘ t its goal,
Dust thou art, to dust ‘cturnest,
Was not spoken o. the soul.

His ambition will be to attain this end.
No matter what the am, if the motive be
pure and wise, honest means he used to
attain it. This can only be done by those
possessingatrue conception of life, and
living in obedience to God’s will. We
can not teach the boys to live, act and
think as they should unless we know how
to do this ourselves. I repeat that in a
great measure their ﬁtness for life depends
on our example. In the strife for the at-
tainment of the life object let us not forget
the words of the prophet: “What is a
man proﬁted if he shall gain the world and
lose his own soul.”

 

SCRAP JARS.

I have just made a bunch of paper popr
pies and taken them to old Mrs. D—.
’Twas a simple, inexpensive gift, but they
are so bright and cheery that she was de-
lighted with them, as I knew she would
be, having no relatives to give her things
to brighten her rooms as other people have.
I save a supply of seed heads from the
garden in the fall, and with those for
Centers the poppies have a wonderfully
natural appearance.

All honor to the time honored scrap baa.
I would have some such catch-all in every
room in the house; but for the living room
or where the sewing is done, I have found
something far superior and that is a scrap
jar, b.- cause it can stand beside the sewing
chair and take all the threads and clip
pings without carrying them to a distant
corner and dropping some along the way;
besides it will not tip over like atall basket.
L‘lSt fall I was staying with a friend and
noticing her cookie jar in the pantry, I
told her whataconvenience it might be
and it was forthwith promoted to a place
in the sitting room. It was a bright
chocolate color, so a bunch of roses and
buds (from a catalogue) was carefully
trimmed and pasted thereon, the rim was
gilded, a blue satin ribbon tied around the
narrow neck, hanging in long loops, and it
was pronounced ornamental as well as use-
ful. The children soon learned what it
was for and took pride in depositing all
their bits therein instead of throwing them
on the carpet, and the lady writes me that
it isjust wonderful the difference it has
made in sweeping up after the four. There
is a pretty picture in memory’s gallery of
little three-years old Alta with her sweet
baby face and long, almost snowy curls,
bringing in her daily allowance of peanuts
from “ papa’s store,” and demurely seat-
ing herself on the ﬂoor by the side of the
“frap jar,” into which every tiny bit of ‘
shell was tossed as she mulched her favorim


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goodies. One day where we were invited
out, the lady of the house was clipping
some fancy work and letting the bits fall
unheeded, but the reproachful way that
little Alta looked at the litter and then in
the lady’s face and said: “We’s dot a
frap jar to we’s house,” caused a laugh all
around.

When we remodeled the old farm house
there were every sort of walls and ceilings
to be papered. Some that had been white-
washed with lime for forty years or more,
some that had been hard ﬁnished, some
that been papered over and over, some
that were very smoky and some that had
been anti-kalsomined and alabastined, with
much that was scarcely dry from t‘ e
mason’s trowel. We had professional
paper hangers, but I made all of the paste,
according to their instructions. It was
simply laundry starch made as for clear
starching, and to every common milkpan-
ful, put a very heaping tablespoonful of
light brown sugar. It was cooked well and
used while warm, making a fresh supply
for each day. All that was ﬁve years ago,
but the paper is as ﬁrm as ever, even in
the kitchen where the steam had loosened
it heretofore. EL. SEE.

Reno.

 

HOME UNHAPPINESS.

Having carefully read Daﬁodilly’s re—
marks on Marital Misery, I have not come
to a satisfactory conclusion as to her rela-
tionship but, from gathered remarks, I in-
fer she is a daughter-in-law with the grim
specter peering in at her household some.
where; but whether it dwells in reality or
"in the mind, ’tis of this I wish to speak.
This grim visage so often seen in gloomy
moods will be found to instantly vanish
when the cloud has passed, and the sun-

- shine of good-will again beams upon a
. household.

“ The skeleton in the closet ” so often re-

“ferred to, is but a drop of moisture on the
>mirror of life, but if allowed to collect will
~obscure the most beautiful pictures that it
would otherwise have reﬂected to us. Oh!
Why do we let the vapors of discontent
and jealousy collect on our mirrors when
so little effort on our part could eiface
them; then we would have before us are-
ﬂection that the world ever delights to look
upon—a happy home. So let the phantom
of the closet come out of its hiding place
and sit by the ﬁreside in the sunshine of
love and good-will and soon it will become
warmed and in this way disappear. Thus
rays radiated from such a home, would foil
any attempt of his or her folks to “ throw
the wet blanket of discontent ” over it.
And if failures be referred to occasionally
it may be that they are kindly meant and,
though they are stinging little darts, often
piercing to the very heart, they will prove
advantageous, that you fall not again by
the same way. For “ Faithful are the
wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an
enemy are deceitful.”

And if perchance “ the ﬁrst wife's sister”
should in the course of her visit, carry on
aconversation with the husband not quite
1ntelligible to the wife, though it may be

 

very annoying, it need give no fear that she
will supplant the wife, for perfect love
will cast out all such jealousy.

I quite agree with Daffodiily that these
skeletons would cause any amount of dis-
cord if they were allowed to remain. Then
how shall we dispose of them? Why, they
have already disposed of themselves, by
venturing too far on our domain, and in the
light and warmth of love and good will,
have thereby shrunk to nothingness!

WATERFORD. DORA.

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THE DUTY AND RESPECT DUE FROM
CHILDREN TO PAREN PS.

This was the topic treated by T. DeWitt
Talmage in a recent sermon. He said:
“All parents want their children to turn
out well; however poorly father or mother
may have done themselves, they want their
children to turn out splendidly. The best
earthly staﬁ a father can lean on is a good
son. The strongest arm a mother has to
help her down the steps of years is that of a
grateful child. But it is not a rare thing
to ﬁnd children unﬁlial, and often the
parents are themselves to blame.”

Because people are old they have no
right to be ungentlemanly or uncouth.
Our young people go out from the home,
ﬁnd a grace and reﬁnement, feel the charm
of it, and realize that something is lacking
at home.

I am a ﬁrm believer in napkins, silver
forks, and all dainty table arrangements as
far as consistant with our circumstances,
not sparing labor; plain food perhaps, but
always served with care.

I believe the inﬂuences of the dining-
room are enduring and far reaching. We
should seek to dignify the daily walks of
life. Live in close sympathy with our
children, then we can trust the future for
the rest. CONSTANT READER.

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SEVERAL THINGS.

 

I have once only sought admittance to
the HousEHOLD, but the welcome given
me was so cordial that I am emboldened to
come again; another reason for coming is
that at a recent farmers’ institute I had the
pleasure of an introduction and of some
conversation with the Editress of the
HOUSEHOLD, and so feel somewha “ at
home.”

I have just been reading the HOUSEHOLD
Of' March 29th, and among its good things
I ﬁnd ” Woman’s Inﬂuence,” and the
sentiments therein expressed seem to me to
be correct. We have lately discussed
somewhat, in our Farmers’ Club, the
potency of maternal inﬂuences which sur-
round the child in its early years; the senti-
ment expressed, while it laid great stress
on “mother’s example and teachings,” yet
held the father to a strict and weighty re-
sponsibility in the matter. The fact is
that while the tendency of humanity is to
go to the bad, the united, persistent and
wise effort of both father and mother is
required to give a right and lasting incline
to the character of the child.

In “A. Pleasant Letter ” Edna says: “ I
always enjoy anything that shows me that
woman is equal in intellectual endowments

 

 

 

toman.” A~hem—-Miss Edwards is cer~
tainly a gifted woman, but Edna, don’t you
believe her success is largely due to the
fact that she has not been hampered with
a husband? And then she’s probably not
had to “ struggle along with an egg-beater,
not as good as the Dover.” These negative
advantages. together with some positive
aids, have enabled Miss Edwards to become
an excellent Egyptologist, butif all women
should follow her example—well, I just
shudder to think what would be the result;
it would certainly just use up our next
“ centennial," and indeed would turn the
world out to grass generally.

El. See. asks if any one has had ex-
perience in “cooking for one.” Yes
ma’am! When my wife goes to visit at
“the old home” forafew days, I keep
house and—well, I can’t tell on paper just
how I do, it needs to “be seen to be ap-
preciated,” but I will tell (conﬁdentially)
that I wash dishes but once a day or so. I
was bothered and troubled at ﬁrst by the
perverse nature of the dishcloth, it would
“wad” in spite of my best efforts, but
practice, perseverance and the natural
superiority of man (over a dish-rag) en-
abled me to overcome and come off a
proud conqueror. My wife is particular
(notional) about the housekeeping, but I
ﬁnd it’s nice to keep things just handy
where you can ﬁnd ’em.

The length or nature of this will quite
likely send it to the waste-basket, but I
must say regarding a “ relic of barbarism”

that I’ve tried to become right-handed
with the fork, but it’s no use; mother’s
early training, (and many years of steady
practice) are potent factors, which like
Hamlet’s ghost, “ will not down ” though
the provisions will. Kindly, sincerely and
humbly, THEOPILUS.
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INFORMATION WANTED.

 

It is so long since I have addressed the
HOUSEHOLD I have nearly forgotten how,
but I come this morning with a request.
Will Mrs. Fuller, or some one else, tell me
how to propagate the Wigelz‘a rosea. We
have but one root and we want more of it.
I ﬁnd a goo d many helpful hints in the
HOUSEHOLD and of course a good deal I do
not quite agree with, but I will not quarrel
with it for that, for comparing ideas is
what helps us all and gives zest to life.

MARIE
_...._—_

IF you have one of those pestilent little
tumors on the eyelid which we call stys,
remember that a poultice of tea-leaves is
the very best application that can be made
to it.

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Contributed Recipes.

 

APPLE BATTER. PUDDING —Cook a quart
of pared and quartered apples: when soft stir
in'o them any ﬂavor desired; heat into them
two tablespoonfu‘s butter. three tsbfespoon-
fuls sugar, three teacupfuls bread crumbs.
Whip two eggs and add just as the batter is
to be turned into a bu tered dish. Bake at
least three quartns of an hour. Serve with
sauce.

CLEANING CAsron Bonus—If you have
no convenient shot-pouch to run to. broken
carpet tack; m y be substituted to clean oas-
tor and tthcr Lot-ties on the inside; use with
stro*g soap suds. BILL A. Tour.

 

