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DETROIT. SEPT. 6. 1590.

 

 

THE. HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THBIC'I 6'30 WNED.

 

JIpon a royal throne I saw one stand,
A scepter in her hand,

”With grace and dignity to give command:
.And hireling vassals followed in her train,
And gloriﬁed her reign,

.And far and wide extended her domain.

“ Long live the Queen!" they cried, with eager
voice,
And bade their hearts rejoice,
That she thus honored was the people’s choice;
The jeweled crown and ermined robe she wore,
As emblems of her pow'r,
Made them exalt her majesty the more.

.‘And all went well, for she was wise and just,
A woman one could trust,
.And with her statesmen wondrous schemes
discussed;
-And thus her fame spread all the world around,
And nowhere could be found
"A nobler woman than the queen thus crowned.

'And yet no woman's heart. with all its pride,
Can e’er be satisﬁed
If love‘s sweet homage is to her denied;
.And, though she be an heiress to a throne,
And vast estates she own,
Her reign’s a sad one if she reins alone.

And when he comes—the arbiter of fate—
Ber soul’s own chosen mate, -
How dull and tasteless are affairs of state!
.‘Her heart, that erst had been a passive thing,
Starts up, acknowledging
With trumpet tongue its master and its king. .

'With him her honors and her wealth she shares
And’i’eels, howe’er she fares,
‘Twice crowned as Wife cf him whose name she
bears.
The coronet' of gems, the wreath of bays,
The attribute of praise,
.And all the splendor of triumphal days

Vanish before the glory now possessed,
When she, Madonna blestl
'With rapture clasps her baby to her breast;

.And far removed from all disturbing schism,

Receives the sweet baptism

'. As one whom God has touched with holy chrism.

'True woman’s heart, in every age and zone,
Has one ambition known;
To love most fondly something all its own.

_And though as Queen she rules with high behest.

As Wife is oft addressed,

“The crown of Motherhood becomes her best.

Josephine Pollard.

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THE EXPOSITION.

In spite of the predictions of the croak-
tiers, the second Exposition, held in this
city August 26th to September 45th, was as
successful as that of last season, which all
united in saying was “splendid.” The
great main building, with its' immense
ﬂoor space, was perhaps not as crowded
with exhibits as last year, but this gave
visitors all the better opportunity to see
xthe display to advantage. Seine of the
.finns which were represented a year ago

 

made no entries, buttheir places were ﬁlled
by others. It would be impossible to men-
tion all the exhibits, so I shall speak only
of a few of the more interesting ones. F.
G. Smith & Co. dazzled us by a case-fun
of diamonds, among which was a tiara and
necklace once worn by the beautiful and
unfortunate ex~Empress Eugenie. There
was one great stone, a fountain of light,
valued at $20,000; three strings of real
pearls, valued at $5,000, costly rings and
brooches, so that in all there must have
been nearly $100,000 worth of gold and
precious stones enclosed in that one small
showcase, which was constantly under
surveillance, and nightly escorted to the
safe by a detail of deputy sheriffs. “ Guess
I’ll come round after I get paid off and
buy that diamond necklace for my girl,”
said a ycung man to his friend as they
paused before the case. “ Huh!” was the
reply. “I’m going to buy that twenty
thousand dollar stone and apply for a
situation as hotel clerk.” The feminine
beholders were either dazzled into silence,
or exclaimed “ How beautiful!” and
“ Which would you choose?” while the
masculine contingent, generally, looked
on with sublime indiﬂ'erence, which some-
times deepened into contempt for those so
foolish as to attach such value to sparkling
stones. “ If it had been a ﬁne horse, now i”

The cracker companies had formed a
“ trust” and united in making a unique
exhibit. An immense revolving cylinder
and an equally immense Wheel were ﬁlled
with specimens of the various fanCy
crackers knownto the trade, and when you
look them over you decide their name is
legion. The model of a full rigged ship,
the “ Dakr ta,” was much admired; as also
the ﬁne display of yachts, rowboats, racing
shells and other nautical craft made by
several boat building ﬁrms of the city. I
heard a young lady ask her escort, “ What
have you sceri that you would like best to
own?" and his answer came promptly,
“ That sail-boat over there! ” I thought I
heard her whisper “those diamonds” as
they turned away.

Berry Bros’ cottage made of gums used
in the varnish business was again on ex-
hibition, together with cases ﬁlled with
specimens of gums, some of which had
been boiled and bleached till they looked
like molasses candy and quite good enough
to eat. Here were reliefs of a Maori
woman and child, and a bust of a Maori
warrior, made of gum found in Zanzibar.

Taylor & Woolfenden showed exquisite

and costly laces. fans, handkerchiefs and

 

other goods admired by womankind; New-
land & Co., elegant cloaks and furs, among
the latter the expensive Russian sable, both
made up and in the skins, which, small as
they are, are valued at $50 each; boas and
capes of ostrich feathers, both black and
white elicited some queries as to the
possible purpose of their existence.

The willingness of the public to sample
anything that is “ free ” was exempliﬁed
by the crowds which constantly surround-
ed the exhibit of Van Houten’s cocoas and
Armour's preparations of beef, where
cocoa and beef tea were served in tiny
cups to all who looked wishful.

Mabley & Co. made a large exhibit of
men’s furnishings, ladies and children’s
garments, china, etc., and the “endless
procession” feature of their display was
the source of considerable wonderment to

“those who had never seen anything of the

kind.

The Michigan Fish Commission made
another display, which was one of the most
attractive features in the main building.
A tiny waterfall had been arranged, and
mosses and small evergreen shrubs height-
ened the effect of the painted rocks among
which the ﬁsh tanks were apparently
placed. There were specimens of gold
bearing quartz from the Ropes mine in the
Upper Peninsula; and one corner on the
second ﬂoor was taken up by an exhibit of
shells, corals, crustacsea, eggs of various
species of animals and similar wares for
the admiration of the naturalist. Thomas
& Huyette, draughtsmen, showed plans
and drawings of vessels, etc., and “blue
prints” of Detroit and river scenery; Beals
& Selkirk exempliﬁed the processes of
trunk and valise making, the Garland Stove
Company had workmen engaged in making
castings, who exp‘ained how the heap of
moulders’ sand was used; the Cardiff Iron
8.: Coal Company came up from Tennessee
to show us specimens of iron ores and coal,
and samples of Southern lumber.

A new feature was a fountain in the
centre of the lower ﬂoor, whose waters
plashed in a rcckwork basin and sprayed
groups of foliage plants prettily aranged
about it. The Armen'an in his red fez was
again on hand, with his outﬁt of alleged
attar of roses and the tiny jugs in which
he sold a drop of the perfume for ﬁve
cents. As the real attar of roses is worth
much more than its weight in gold, the
genuine being sold at not less than a dollar
adrop and not entirely beyond suspicion
of adulteration at that, I have grave
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saw arose. If he’d called it oil of rose
geranium, for instance, it would not have
sold as well but the statement would have
been nearer fact.

The exhibit of fancy work was much
larger and better than last season’s, and so
varied that to behold was like looking
through‘ a kaleidoscope. The manufac-
turers of crazy quilts are not dead yet, or
else their works survive them, for that
peculiar style of patchwork was well repre-
sented. One, entirely in black, its only
embellishment being the ornamental
stitches joining the pieces, was pretty; one
was surprised to see the difference in color
of the black silks, satins and brocades of
which it was made. There were some
very elaborate samples of drawn work, and
of knitted laces, and any quantity of rugs,
tidies, lambrequins and drapes, paintings
on velvet and silk muslin; but what I ad~
mired most was a lunch cloth of plain
linen in an all over design of white and
gold. ‘

In the Art'Gallery, Constantin Makoﬁ-
sky’s great picture, “ The Judgment of
Paris ” was the principal feature. Last
year his “Russian Wedding Feast” was
admired by thousands. At the marriage of
Peleus and Thetis, Eris, the goddess of
Discord, angry because she was not in-
vited, tossed upon the table while the
guests were seated about it, a golden apple,
hearing the inscription “To the Fairest.”
Juno, Minerva and Venus each claimed
the award, and the politic Jupiter, not
daring to make a choice which might
imperil his royal serenity in the abode
of the gods, referred the question to
a mortal, Paris. the son of Prism, the
faithless husband who deserted the
nymph of Mount Ida and married
Helen of Troy. Each of the rival 'god-
desses oﬁered the judge 'a gift. Juno
promised royal power, Minerva, invincible
success in war, while Venus would con-
fer the gift of love, he should be beloved
by all. The picture represents the mo-
ment when overcome by the dazzling
beauty of Venus he gives her the golden
trophy, while the oﬁended Juno looks
haughtily from her chariot and scornful
Minerva turns indignantly away. I heard
an untaught criticism on this picture which
well conveys an artistic truth. An elderly
lady, just leaving the room, said “ Venus
aint got a stitch of clothes on but some-
how she don’t look immodest.” . .

There were some good pictures among
those in the general collection. The 4
“ Queen of the Montauks” reminded one!
of Janauschek’s impersonation of “Meg
Merriliesf’ Hopkin’s “Home of’ theglic-
~Gaegoré” is a beautiful landscape, repre:

senting a bit of Scotland’s picturesqua' ,.

scenery, the home of the lawless but de-
voted followers of the McGregors who
ﬁgure in “Rob Roy.” Two beautiful"
Autumn scenes, "‘ October Days” add an-
other whose name I have forgotten, were
artistic gems and ﬁt companions faggeach
other; and “ Can you Break a Five 2"” was
another example of that marvelous imita.
tion of textures which deluded so man

etc, last year, the work of the same artist.
“ The Pride of the Farm ” was a girl car~
ryin g a big pumpkin; the question involun-
tarily arose—“ The lady or the pumpkin,
which?” .

The crowd on Saturday afternoon, “Mili-
tary Day,” was immense; the grounds were
fairly covet ed with people divided between
their anxiety to see the soldiers, see the
balloon go up. and hear the band. I could
think of nothing buta mammoth swarm of
bees, as I locked down over the grounds,
and especially when the 6:30 boat brought
up a crowd of a thousand or more from
the city who advanced upon the grounds
in solid phalanx. And not the least amu-
sing feature of the Exposition was the
people who attended it. Some came in as
if they owned the whole thing and had
come round to collect the rent; others with
a bored air, as if they didn’t really want to
come but as it seemed the proper thing

they’d try to do what was expected of
them; others evidently proposed to investi-
gate everything, quite regardless of other
people’s toes. There was the woman laden
with enormous lunch baskets which she
carefully bore wi hher wherever she went,
while her husband basely deserted her and
sought safety in the stock department;
there was the mother who bore about in
her arms the wailing baby in long clothes
toward which spectators’ hearts went out
in pity, and the resplendent maiden whose
cup of happiness overﬂowed when an
acquaintance in uniform joined her. What
a fascination buttons and btue have for
most women!

We sat on the balcony overlooking the
stand where Cappa’s Fourth Regiment
band was discoursing popular airs and
watched the shifting spectacle before us,
the ever changing crowd and the little
lake wi h its ﬂeet of sail-boats—a nautical
merry-go round, while beyond stretched
the beautiful river and the fair Canadian
shore, and this is what we overheard as the
band played “ The Last Rose of Summer”

“Makes a man awful awkward to put
him in the middle of a sandwich, doesn’t
it,” as a young man ambled by with a girl
on either arm, his hands complacently
clasped across his stomach and out of step
with his fair companions.

“Get on to the 01-1 gal with the curls!
Isn’t she giddy? See her ﬂirt that fan?
“Why she’s ﬁfty if she’s a day! Land
alive, what a kitten! She looks as if she
.might be Dickens’ ‘ Mrs. Nickleby’ ﬂirt-
ing with the cucumber man!”

As an acquaintance passed, “ Isn’t he
the .most awkward fellow you ever saw?
He’s always falling over himself! ”

" Isn’t Cappa sweet?”

“ 0h, he’s perfectly adorable; he’s got
such a magniﬁcent moustache.”

A very showy dress elicited this: “Do
see that green plaid suit! Why you can
fairly hear 1}!!! ”

“ I always think of boiled lobster when
I see a woman dressed in red.”

* “What makes a man stand round in a
mom with his-elbows out? Somebody
fright ‘togéunch him. There! (as some-
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“ Say, that old lady down there, the one-
with the umbrella, I saw her standing by
the bath-tubs in the main building and
ask ing ‘ What’s them?’ ” -

And so it went on, “Words, words,.
words!”

The “ Destruction of Pompey-c7,” as the
boys who sold “ all about the play for ﬁve
cents" called it, was far ﬁner than any
one had anticipated. At least 250 people
joined in the procession upon the stage.
and stood about while the games supposed:
to constitute a Roman holiday were in
progress. These were trials of strength,
slack wire performances and bicycle riding.
Whether these “amused the natives” in
Herculaneum and Pompeii A. D. '79 I’m
sure I don’t know, so please don’t ask me.
The play itself is the merest thread on
which to hang the games and the volcanic
eruption of red ﬁre and pyrotechnics with.

Pompeii;” and was presented in an out
door theatre, so to speak, and on ascale'
impossible in a regular theatre. The im~
mense stage represented a street in Pom-
peil, with temples and colonnades and
villas, all apparently of solid masonry—
and I will not dispel the illusion by telling
the secret of their construction. An arti-
ﬁcial lake separated the stage from the
grand stand, which was nightly crowded
with spectators. The canvas Vesuvius-
formed the background and from its crater
came a shower of rockets, red ﬁre and
ﬂame, which, accompanied with detona-
tions‘representing seismic convulsions, the
falling buildings and the shrieking people,
made a wonderfully realistic picture and a
beautiful scene, followed afterwards by a
display of ﬁreworks which provoked the
usual “ Ohs ” and Ahs” from the throng.
And if you attended the Exposition and
did not see “ Pompey-2‘” destroyed. you
made a mistake, that’s all.
BEATBIX.

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TEE TINTYPI: GALLERY.

Of course, as the Farm is supposed to-
circulate principally among farmers, all
the readers of the Housnnpm) are familiar--
with that pecu iar characteristic of sheep-
which leads them to always follow one of
their number that may happen to start off
in any direction. Let one sheep break
away from its companions, and ‘if they do
not .at once follow it- will be but a'shoi't
time before they have gathered about the
straggler. Where one goes, the rest
speedily follow; and the farmer’s boy sent
to turn the sheep into a new pasture, knows--
his t-sk isas good as done the moment the
ﬁrst beast jumps over the bars.

There are a good many traits and char-
acteristics of animals which are reproduced
in—or are common to—human nature.
This disposition to do as others do is one
of the strongest and most remarkable, as
well as one of the most amusing; and is-
observable in all grades of society. One
woman puts up lace curtains ather win-
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several kinds of names, but end by build-
ing or repairing their own.

The young people have their little
fashions and fancies, as “ catching” as
measles, and as harmless, fancies pursued
with great interest while they last, dis-
carded like last summer’s dresses as soon as
their brief reign is over. The autograph
album has had its day; the era of gold
beads and bangle bracelets is over, the rage
for “friendship rings” is cooling as the
thermometer rises—it takes so long to get
the hundred pennies—but there is one
craze that never goes out entirely, that
comes in with the opening of the excursion
season and holds on till the last county
fair is over, and that is the tintype craze.
The lads and lasses out fora day’s pleasure
no sooner strike the town than they begin
to look for a tintype gallery, to have their
pictures taken. Sometimes it’s a merry
group of half a dozen, sometimes a quar-
tette out for a lark, but generally “ one
pair of spoons” seek the man of chemi-
cals, with serious purpose to be “ took
together.” The young man usually takes
a chair, the young woman timidly lays one
hand upon his shoulder, both “assume a
pleasant expression,” and go away blissful
with a quarter‘s worth of their counterfeit
presentment.

Well girls, did you ever think what a
story that innocent tintype tells? You may
quarrel with the young man and the quar-
rel may disclose nim to be anything but a
gentleman. You may wish to cut his
acquaintance, may be ashamed you ever
went out with him. But he has that
picture, the two of you taken in an attitude
of friendliness—not to say loverly familiari-
ty—and however you may desire to repu-
diate his acquaintance, he holds the proof
that you have been intimate friends, and
he can use it in a way to make you hot
with indignant shame—if you only knew
it. Some day perhaps some man whose
opinion you prize very, very highly, comes
along. You want him to think well of
you—but there’s that picture! What will
he think of your havingbeen on such terms
with “ thatfellow,” as you call him now?

I’ve known girls who rather prided
themselves on their collection of tintypes
taken with their “ tellers.” But they
were girls who went with “fellers,” and
it didn’t matter so much. But you-—
modest, reﬁned, lady-like girls, steer clear
of the tintype gallery, no matter how your
amorous swain may coax. You will not
be sorry nexr year—when youare “ going ”
with some one else. 1,, c,

Dar-non.

——__...____.

Do not take any stock in the “ plating
machine” advertised by W. H. Grifﬁth &
00., Zanesville, 0. It is an old humbug
revived; and we are sorry to see several of
our generally careful and judicious ex-
changes are advertising this old fraud, who
“ bobs up serenely ” under a new alias a
couple of times a year, more or less. Why
one of Uncle Sam’s special agents has not
put his thumb on this swindler before this
is what we would like to know. At all
events the advice we give to avoid this

platingmaehine may save ou some mo
Lime and disappointment. y ney,

 

NOTES OF TRAVEL.

 

(Continued)

July 13th. We rose to ﬁnd we had
reached the mountain range called the
Belt. At Livingston we took a second
engine, and the climb began. This is the
point where tourists leave for the Nati anal
Park, and many of our passengers left us.
But up we go. The great engines puff and
sob, the heavy train drags slowly, but at
10:30 the Bozeman tunnel is reached, at
an elevation of 5,565 feet. The tunnel is
3,610 feet in length, and as the train runs
ver_. slowly, it takes some minutes to pass
through. The lights in the car were burn-
ing, but afeeling of dread settles on one
when the darkness closes down, knowing
he is deep in the bowels of the earth.
The rate of speed increased as we neared
the opening, as if the train too, was anxious
to greet the light. The mountains grew
more wooded as we proceeded. Wild
ﬂowers were in profusion. As we ascend
and descend the mountains we see an oc-
casional cultivated ﬁeld, with irrigating
ditches, the water carried in aqueducts
where crossing ravines! The scenery is
grand, peak rising over peak, cliff and
dome mingling their tops in the distance;
many of them streaked and crested with
snow. The track runs in curves, here on
the brink of a precipice that makes one
shudder to look down, then through a cut
so deep that semi-darkness prevails. Tres
tles across ravines look so light one holds his
breath while passing over them. Down in
the valley a wagon road winds its dusty
way, and a cowboy gallops leisurely along,
at a speed that beats our carefully moving
train. Away on the left stands arow of
peaks, hoary and bare; up one mountain
face a double row of jagged points formsa
lane leading to huge ramparts at its sum-
mit. Then again, a high dome, clothed
in verdure, will give softness to the rugged
scene. At every opening in the gorge the
snow peaks look in, with their varied tints
of light and shade, as touched by the ﬁnger
of sunlight. “ Lift up your heads, ye ever-
lasting hilts, and be ye lifted up, ye ever-
lasting gates, that the King of Glory may
come in.”

Descending the mountain we strike
the valley of the Gallatin river, and follow
its course for some distance. This is a
fertile section and well cultivated. A few
miles further on, and we come to the
conﬂuence of the three rivers, the Gallatin,
Jefferson and Madison, which unite here
to form the Missouri in a rocky canyon,
and the track follows its windings for
many miles. Volcanic action is clearly
seen in this region, by the bearing of the
rock strata; they lie in disordered heaps
and at all inclinations, wherever exposed.
After leaving this stream, the country is
arid and bare until we reach another small
stream, when approaching the main range
of mountains. Helena, Queen City of the
Mountains, claimed to be the richest city of
its size in the Union, lies near the main
range, and the second engine is called upon
to help us up the steep incline.

A picture awfully sublime lies before us
as we go upward, following the windings

 

 

of the stream. Sometimes the mountain
come down in a succession of roi-mded
domes, again are cut by ravines. Some
times the rocks assume a columnar ap
pearance, again they are piled in rude and.
fantastic masses, irregular and broken,
then in a long ridge with parapet and
bastions, ever varying, never wearying the
observer. The sky was ﬂeckeei with
clouds, and as the shadows felt on we
mountains the effect was singular. it was
as if a black pall had fallen on those places.
The pictures thus given in varying for:
and color delight the eye, inspire the
mind, and overwhelm every faculty ta
the grandeur and sublimity of the scene.

One point of interest. forgotten at “the
proper point, I will mention here. ﬁtis a
place called Painted Rocks, where the
Missouri river breaks through the mean»
tains in a deep canyon, and the rocks are
of the most vivid coloring, forming a
a picture of great beauty. But we area
long time crossing the mountains. For-
ward and back, curving here and them
we go, rising at each turn, passing Menu»
ment Park at Butler—a place where the
soil has been washed from the stone foresa-
tion, leaving groups that imaginationcm
easily construe as giants, genii or hum.-
ﬁgures, or monuments for them. The
course is much like a switchback, but at
last we reach and pass through the Malian
tunnel, which is one an.) a half miles long.
In going up the dizzy heights one felt as
if being conveyed through the air, but
when descending the sensation is like
ﬂying. The sharp skir of the brake, the
rapid rate at which you pass objects. the
sense of quick descent, all give a feeding of
unreality to the passing events, and a feeis
ing of thankfulness is experienced. when
the level is gained.

A ride of a few hours brings us to Mis-
soula, and here we have another ascent to
make, the two engines laboring hard at.
times. ' Here we passed over agulch on a
trestle bridge 226 feet high, the higheﬁ
on the route. The State line of Idaho is
at Cabinet, in a heavily wooded country.-

July 14th we saw the ﬁrst timothy grassr'
since leaving Michigan. Crops look wellr
It seemed strange to see cattle and horses
all through Montana looking so well,
while ﬁelds are brown and bare. Do they
eat sage brush? Arrived at Spokane Falls
at 5:40; the largest town since leaving St.
Paul. Large brick blocks, ﬁne residences,
shantics, and tents, are all occupied.

The mountains are now in the distanoep.
and rolling prairie lands with outcropping
rock take their places. Irrigation gives
good crops, but all not so treated is bare -
and brown. No more ﬂowers appear; no... ,
trees, no smiling ﬁelds.

Reached Pasco at 11:25 a. m. The ﬁrst '
experience was a man ask ng for help to
get him some food. Is this a point? An
much disappointed in the Columbia river.
It here rolls through a plain of sage brush;
treeless and verdureless, a plain of shifting
sand. We follow the Columbia for ashon
distance, then crossing it, take the mug,
of the Yakima. About 3:30 p. m, we

caught sight of Mt. Adams, snow-capped

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themountains, but the arid plain has given
place to ﬂowers and verdure; usually the
result of irrigation. Reached Yakimat at
3:10 p. m. Soon after crossed a river,
then followed its course up a canyon
picturesque beyond description. Rocks
hundreds of feet high, now near, then re-
ceding; of the most vivid coloring mixed
with the grey. In places they seem hung
with delicate drapery, in others are ex-
quisitely sculptured into fairy palaces,
ﬁtting homes of the gods of the mountain,
The canyon widens, and ﬁne farms are
seen on every hand, all by virtue of irriga.
tion.

Clealum Junction is situated in the
Yakima valley. Rich mines are worked
in its vicinity. John Chinamau hangs
out his ” washes” shingle here as " Wing
King,” himself, pipe and cat, were in the
door of his palace.

Again a second engine is taken to make
the passage of the last mountain range,
the Cascades. Through cuts, snowsheds
and ravines, up we go; through the tunnel
of Stampede we pass, and then down the
“winding, curving, tortuous passage of the
western slope, and the mountain passes
are mashed. The Stampede tunnel is the
"longest on the route, and the descent the

most crooked, and consequently most ex-
hilarating. A spice of danger wakens the
sluggish blood. It was dark soon after we
ruched the level, and at 11:30 p. m. we
found ourselves safely installed in.a Ta-
coma hotel.

Tacoma is a wonderful city for push
and solid growth. It is substantially
built, has rapid transit, electric lights and
many other modern innovations, such as
young cities like Detroit have not yet
grown to. We took a ride on the Sound
to Seattle, another city emblematic of the
«enterprise of this western coast. New
‘blocks of brick, stone and iron are rising
above the debris of the late ﬁre, making
docomotion at present rather unpleasant,
but full of promise for the future. Electric,
arable and motor cars climb the heights
swiftly, and descend slowly at the will of
'theoperator. Horses are soon accustomed

.to the sight, and pass without noticing

cthem. May our metropolis, Detroit, grow
.to their level ere long. Mt. Tacoma, the
king of the mountain peaks, was in view
:from all points here, lifting his snow-
crowned head above the clouds. Two
pleasant and proﬁtable days spent here,
and then, ho for Alaska!
-Isru-rnonrx. A. L. L.

 

‘ DISTRICT SCHOOLS.

“One can almost imagine the shades
of Lincoln, Garﬁeld and a host of
anther 'worthies arising and protesting
in vigorous terms against such senti-
ments as School Girl expresses in the
HOUSEHOLD of the 23rd inst. con-
cerning district schools. Why, bless
you, School Girl, were it not for these
humble and much abused district schools
there would be no higher institutions of
leaning, for in them and ;them alone are

higher attainments in literature. How;
many great men, in our own coun‘ry es-
pecially, have there been who could point
with pride to the district school as their
Alma Mater of literary attainments!

The writer has no literary accomplish-
ments to boast of, but such as he
has were acquired only at common
district schools, and they were very com-
mon ﬁfty- ﬁve and sixty years ago when he
attended school. The lessons he then
learned in the elementary branches were
learned more thoroughly then in these too
much belittled district schools than in the
higher schools of the present day; because
there were but few of them taught. And
the poems he committed to memory by
reading over and over in the old English
Reader the “ Beggar’s Petition,” “ Night-
ingale and Glow-worm,” “ Bears and Bees,”
“ Alexander Selkirk's Soliloquy,” “ Ode
to Solitude,” “ Ode to Contentment,” are
just as distinct in memory now as when
learned sixty years ago, and will never
be eﬂfaced should he live seventy years
more.

The education obtained at these district
schools has enabled the writer to occupy
various public positions of honor and trust,
from pathmaster up to member of the
State Legislature, and from a district
school teacher (where all the branches
from A B C up to algebra, geometry,
astronomy, chemistry, philosophy and
history were taught) up to an instructor,
or professor, as he was dubbed, in two
agricultural colleges. And it will not do
for any one to speak disparagingly of
the people’s colleges, dotted all over our
free northern land, so long as one old
pedagogue lives to defend them.

It is because of the disparaging re-
marks, too often made about our district
schools. and the disposition to belittle their
inﬂuence that they are not more eﬁicient.
Parents are deterred from sending their
children to them, as children are con-
stantly longing to leave primary nurseries
of education and enter higher institutions
of learning, higher in name, but by no
means more efﬁcient, if as much so, in im-
parting a thorough knowledge of the ele-
mentary branches, as the despised district
school is capable of doing. In this way
our common schools are robbed of their
best talent both in the pupil and the
teacher, and an injury done to many who
depend for success on the mere name of
having attended some noted institution of
learning, or of graduating from such, than
on personal effort, without which nothing
valuable can be obtained:

How many graduated fools there are
from our colleges, who think their sheep-
skin parchment is a sure passport to success,
and make no personal effort to that end!
While performing the duties of school in-
spector the writer found more failures in
applicants who had graduated from higher
institutions of learning than were found
from those who had received their educa-
tion in the common schools. There seems
to be too much'fuss and feathers, too
much ceremony and military parade, and

spelling, in most of our higher schools
now, for the real good of pupils.

After all, the great mass of the rising
generation in a free country must be rocked
in the cradle of liberty. must drink their
first intellectual draughts from these
Pierian springs.

Let no one try to disprove their inﬂuence
or importance, but rather do all in his
power to promote and build them up.
Musnoox. __ GRANDPA.

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

A CORRESPONDENT of the Lansing Re-
publican who has a reputation for being an
unsurpassed cook, furnishes the following:
“As the apple season approaches, any
recipe by means of which we may vary the
list of eatables in which apples play an
important part, may be welcome. If you
have never tried apple shortcake, try it
now. Prepare it exactly as you would
strawberry shortcake, using apple sauce
in place of the berries." And by the time
apples grow again, you may consider an
apple shortcake as great a treat as a straw-
berry Shortcake.

 

TRY packing tomatoes picked just as
they begin to color pink, as late as possi-
ble before frost, in boxes, between layers
of thoroughly dried sand so that they do
not touch each other, leaving on some of
the stem to assist the ripening. Nail on
the cover and keep in a dry, cool place.
Pack with the stem end up. J. J. Thomas
recommended a trial of this plan, which
has proved successful in some cases in pro-
longing the season of fresh tomatoes.

 

U semi Recipes.

 

C rrnos Pansnnvss.—Pal e the citron deeply
and cut into whatever farcifnl shapes you
prefer. Make a tolerably strong solution of
alum water by adding one small tablespoon-
ful of alum to each quart of water, and boil
the citron in it for half an hour. Skim out
the fruit, cover it w.th cold water, and let it
stand until the next day. Put it into a fresh
water and boil until it has changed color and
is soft; then make a syrup allowing one and
a quarter pounds of sugar for each pound of
fruit. When it boils add the well-drained
fruit and cook fifteen minutes. Mace, lemon
Juice or gir ger-rcot ﬂavor this preserve
nicely.

 

Cucmrnsn Prcxnns.—A good common pickle
is made by putting freshly-picked cucumbers
in strong brine, of one heaping pint of rock
salt to a gallon of water. Boll and skim the
lrlne, and when cod put the pickles in for
three weeks, using the cloth and weighted
cover to keep them under water. Drain and
freshen in cold water which has been boiled,
for three days, changing daily for fresh wa-
ter: scald in weak vinegar with alum as be-
fore, w.th leaves if desired, though a yellow—
ish pickfe is proof that it has not been made
in brass or copper. Drain from this and
cover with strong scalding vinegar. spread
with two tablespoonfuls of unground pepper,
two red peppers whole, one teaspoonful stick
cinnamon and a tables poonfui of whole cloves
to a galon. For market, pickles are packed
in barn is, half and quarter barrels. in vine-
gar. Never handle pickles after they leave
brine. Use a perforattd wooden spoon or

 

 

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too little drilling in reading, writing, and

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