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DETROIT, NOV. 7, 1891.

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

NEVER MENTIONS NAMES.-

 

Leaves her breakfast dishes standing in the mid—
die of the ﬂoor.

Hurries OR to do an errand at the little country
store,

Makes about a dozen calls on as many patient;
dames,

iiets a ﬂood of gossip loose, but never mentions
names.

Knows what couple‘s settin' up most every
Sunday night—-

House just across the way from her‘n and bleeged
to see the light;

Tells where the dress is being made to honor
Cupid's claims, '

And when the wedding‘s coming oﬁ, but never
mentions names.

Heard just now a certain deacon not a thousand
miles away—

Bight on hand to every service, and the fast to
speak and pray—«

Recently was catched at cheatin‘, and at various
other games.

For her part she doesn‘t wonder. but she never
mentions names,

Been a most unwillin' witness to a dreadful
family row—

Woman wouldn’t give an inch, and husband
wouldn’t bow—

Peace and comfort all gone up in anger-‘6 risin‘
ﬂames.

Lookin’ for a separation, but she never mentions
names.

Such a one is mean and stingy. and another puts
on style;

Half the folks are proud and haughty, and the
rest low down and vile;

Nothin’ in creation salts her. so she frets and
scolds and blames,

Mighty sly and under-handed. for she never men-
tions names.

You and I have seen this person. and have lis—
tened to her tongue

Going like a barrel of water that is running at
the bung;

And we know just where to place her. with her
petty groveling aims,

But we‘ll follow her example, and jrefuse to
mention names.

 

OUR DEAD.

 

It matters not, I have often been told,
where the body lies when the heart is
cold. Yet each one has a place that it
is especially desired should be the ﬁnal
resting place, and it is usually near the
Childhood’s home, where loving ones
can plant ﬂowers and otherwise Keep
in loving remembrance the one “gone
before.” Some erect costly monuments,
others build a vault of solid masonry
which will receive the body, and a
sweet pleasure is felt in the thought
that here in a beautiful lot among
friends and kindred, among early as-
sociations we shall ﬁnally be laid to
lest. Rest! it is this blessed haven

 

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toward which we are all journeying, »

the one oasis in this drear desert, the

comforting thought which supports us '

in the weary march of life. I visited
a little cemetery not many months ago,
in a country town. If one possesses
a lively imagination considerable
pleasure is felt, tempered however with
much that is sad, in such a. visit.

It was probably one of the ﬁrst ceme-
teries laid out. The ground was
slightly rolling; many of the graves
were nearly obliterated, several stones
had fallen over and lay broken on the
ground. Roses bloomed luxuriantly all
through the yard, and there were a
number of evergreens and willows. I
stumbled over a. tiny mound; no stone
or board marked it, but long years ago
some mother laid her darling away
from human vision, and many, many
times the grass had been watered with
her tears, but today the sod covers it,
the grass grows still? and rank, not even
a wild strawberry blossoms in it. Here
isastone green with mold that says
“Nancy, relict of —” etc, it is loose
on the base and will soon tumble over.
Here is a new grave, the fresh dirt is
piled high, .a vase sunk in it has a
bouquet of geraniums and lilies; a
wreath of faded rosebuds, an anchor
and cross lie side by side. It isn’t a
long grave; somebody’s heart ached,
some home is lonely. Away in one
corner was a monument of curious
design, a huge boulder of granite is
rolled on a pedestal, it is just as it was
hewed out, only polished on two sides,
for the names to be carved. Two
graves so near together; one has a
headstone with the word “ Mother ” on
it, the other has nothing to mark it.
The lot is sadly neglected, tall mulleins
and burdocks stand in friendly relation,
and no faded ﬂowers tell to the passer-
by that some one’s memory is tenderly
cherished; the grass is never trampled
down, it has blossomed and faded
season after season. Here is adouble
gravestone withaheart carved above
the names, and the words “In death
they were not separated.” My friend
told me they died on the same day after
a married life of sixty years.

“ Thev ea in peace in the sunshine
Till the day was almost done;
And then at its close an angel
Stole over the threshold stone;
He folded their hands together.
He touched their 9 elids with balm.
And their last breath outed upward
Like the close of a solemn psalm."

E Off by itself is a grave marked by a

; bit of board. It was the resting place
of a suicide. He was a poor friendless
man, beside himself with liquor, and
probably having no aim in life thought
the best place for him wasin the grave.
Children hurry by it, his story is told
in whiSpers.

“ One more unfortunate
Weary of breath:
Rashly importunate.
Wishing for Death."

I love to roam through an old ceme-
tery, to pause beside the stones and
read the quaint epitaphs and imagine
something about those lying there. The
grave holds many secrets, it closes
over shame and dishonor, high hopes
and bitter disappointments. There are
millions of dollars represented in the
monuments one sees scattered through
the cemeteries; in fact it is quite the
thing nowdays to erect costly piles to
emblazon great deeds, to always keep
before the public mind the name of
some great man. But better than
monument or pile is a place in some
one’s heart, a name in the household
spoken lovingly, reverently; and often
in an obscure corner under the friendly
shelter of a willow, with a simple white
slab telling name and date of death, will
lie a. modest, self denying body, Whose
life has been a living sermon, a beauti-
ful poem, a fragrant blossom. The
world at large never knew of its living,
but God’s angel keeps the record and
at the last day when He maketh up
His jewels it will not be forgotten.

BATTLE CREEK. EVANGELINE.

GER [STM A8 THIN G3.

 

 

I w0uld like to ask the readers of
the HOUSEHOLD if they laughed when
reading Sister Gracious’ letter, in which
she described a good mother’s way of
curing her boy of thoughtlessness. I
did, and it brings a smile every time I
think of it. I don’t doubt its being an
excellent way to cure such habits—“ Do
as you would have others do unto you,”
but few would think of it. I think if
some men were used as they use their
horses, pounding them with whatever
is handy, they might be made to re-
member that animals have feeling as
well as men.

A small niece had the habit of run-
ning away, and when I suggested that
along rope be tied to a post and she
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thought it was cruel and almost in-
human.

Christmas is almost here, and if all

the members of the HOUSEHOLD will
tell what they know of pretty things
and the way to make them, 1 am sure
no one can complain. I can not give
you anything new perhaps, but the
way of making may be a little new.
While in Chicago in October, I noticed
in one store a pretty little thing, that
could be easily copied. It was not an
emery bag or a needle cushion. Take
four pieces of felt (any color) and pink
the edges. Then lay together so that all
the corners can be seen plainly. These
pieces were four inches by three inches.
The top one should have a boxplait in
the center with loops of narrow ribbon
under the plait and on each side on
top. The emery bag should be larger
at the bottom and run to a point.
Fasten this ﬁrmly in the center and it
is done. Ihave one of red felt with
yellow ribbon and bag. These sold for
one dollar and can be made for one-
fourth of that.
L A pretty lamp mat may be made of
yellow felt (dark lemon is prettiest)
about ﬁfteen inches in diameter and
with inch deep and three inch long
scallops all around the edge. Make
daisies of white felt, with yellow velvet
eyes, and sew one of these on each
scallop. One made of dark olive green
with yellow daisies having brown
velvet centers would be pretty and
wouldn’t show soil.

A pretty pincushion of yellow felt is
made to represent a sunﬂower. The
petals are made of yellow felt and the
center of brown velvet, large enough to
put a few needles and pins on when one
is sewing. The center should be made
of cotton batting on a foundation of
pasteboard. Sew the leaves on the
board, ﬁrst one row and then another
(two being enough) and lastly make the
center and you have a pretty ornament
for a table.

I do not want to outstay my welcome,
so will only mention one other thing
that would be nice for a large family.
A large skein of yarn and the presents
are all that is necessary. Wind the
presents in with the yarn as you wind
it intoaball and the more yarn you
use the better. Then when the mother
or grandmother knits the yarn into a
stocking the gifts gradually fall into
her lap. This I think is called by the
Germans a wonder ball.

I cannot close without telling you
that I have had the pleasure of looking
through the HOUSEHOLD Album, and of
the pleasant visit we had with Beatrix
when we were in Detroit during the
Exposition. We pronounced the “dish-
washer” a great thing fer those who
had so much work to do that the dish-

washing was always a dread. The
number of pails of water it requires
would certainly tire most women if
they had to carry it far. For a family
of two or three Idon’t think it would
pay. KETURAI-I.

LITTLE HOSPITALI TIES.

 

“Are you not often astonished,” says
Louise Markscheﬂel in the Toledo Jour-
nal, “at the number of ladies you
thought well bred, who criticise the
hospitality of which they have just
partaken‘? I know of no social sin that
is more to be condemned, than this one,
and I hardly know one more common.
In the ﬁrst place, it is unkind, un-
womanly, cruel; in the second place it
is extremely vulgar, and it is the duty of
each one of us to frown down the woman
who speaks ill of the hostess or hospi-
tality she has partaken of, whether that
be in a mansion or in a cottage.”

“It is more of acompliment,” says
the same writer elsewhere, “ to be
asked to enjoy a little luncheon with a
friend all alone, than it is to be asked
to a large party; and when the food
has been prepared by the hands of the
hostess, and is served by her, it is a
double compliment.”

But most people, unfortunately, seem
to think that to entertain successfully
they must collect a crowd; it is not
worth the trouble of preparation, they
say, to invite two or four or six, but the
“ dear ﬁve hundred” or a goodly depu-
tation of them must be asked. Then
the affair becomes “a spread,” a means
of paying off social obligations. and all
sense of personal hospitality is oblit-
erated.

The pleasante'st events in our social
lives are apt to be the informal affairs,
where few more than the “two or
three” are gathered together, where
all are congenial and good fellowship
obtains—where there is opportunity
for the exchange of more than “ How-
deyedo ” and “Glad to see you ” with a
glance that implies “Pass on and make
room for the next;” and where some one
talks wisely or wittily, or the conver-
sation can become general, with its
sparkle of bon mot and repartee. Don’t
be afraid, then, of inviting a small num-
ber of friends to dinner or lunch, or for
the evening, fearing they will ﬁnd it
dull. If there’s any “go off ” in your
own composition, any magnetism, or
the ability to provoke electric cur-
rents in others, depend upon it, unless
you have invited “sticks” or sworn
foes, your little party will be remem-
bered much longer than your large one.

B.

 

THE SECOND TABLE.

 

“I always give my dog dinner from
my own plate,” quoth Becky Sharp to
my Lord the Marquis of Steyne when
he threatened to poison her “sheep-
dog.” Seems to me there are agood
many otherwise very tidy and neat
women who take Becky’s remark in
sober earnest, and put down their own
plates for the dogs and cats to eat
from. SOmehow it always gives me
qualms akin to those of seasickness
when I see this done. Those addicted

 

to the habit will say the dishes are

       

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perfectly clean after they’re washed,
and all that; still there is something
repulsive to one’s fastidiousness in the
idea of eating from dishes which dogs
and cats have licked. An unused dish
is good enough for these animals, which
are domestic scavengers in a way, and
it may be kept clean enough to suit
even a fastidious family pet. I’ve known
women who could not stand it to have
two or three ﬂies in the dining-room on
account of their dirty feet, set the
meat-platter down for the dogs to eat
from, and when they had cleaned it,
and run over it two or three times, pick
it up and pile it among the other
dishes. Excuse me! The pampered
King Charles and my lady’s pug have
their hand-painted china saucers. ex-
lusively their own, and no one objects,
but not my oatmeal saucer for the
cats. please.

AndI do not think it is “nice” to
have dogs and cats in the dining-room
at meal times, sitting round with ex-
pectant eyes and open mouths for
surreptitious morsels. And I am very
sure it is decidedly the reverse of nice
for those at the table to stroke Max’s
shining coat, or rub Tabby’s soft fur,
and then handle the food which prob-
ably others must eat. A woman in
this city who was devotedly attached to
a diminutive dog, not much larger than
a kitten, was in the habit of holding
him in her lap during dinner. At her
boarding house she was told dogs were
not allowed in the dining-room, and
when she insisted, was given the
option of observing the rule of the
house or leaving. And she loved her
dear “Carmo” so much that she left.
Dogs and cats and other pets are all
right in their proper places, but should
not be too intimately associated with
humanity. They deserve kind and
thoughtful treatment, but really it
seems as if we ought to draw the line
this side of taking them to bed with us,
and giving them their meals from our
own plates. BEATRIX.

 

IN the Women’s Department of the
Toronto Globe the following question
was propounded for discussion and has
elicited quite an animated controversy:
Should a man earning $500 a year and
a girl earning $300 a year get married,
dropping the girl's $300, and both live
on $500 a year? Quite a variety of
opinions have been voiced, some of
which are sensible, some silly, several
original, to say the least. One in-
dividual who struggled with the conun-
drum seems to think it is worth $300 to
any girl to have Mrs. before her name
and that she might better accept
the half of $500 and a husband than
earn $300 herself. Now will not some
of. our readers, some of the young men
and young women who will be getting
married some of these days, or those
who have already tried the experiment,
give us their ideas and experiences in
the HOUSEHOLD?

 

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Household.

3

 

HOLIDAY WORK.

 

If you happen to have picked up a
common “clam,” more properly mussel
shell anywhere in your summer travels,
you are prepared to make a penwiper.
Cut a strip of black or gray cloth into
fringe, roll it up and glue it ﬁrmly be-
tween the two valves of the shell. With
the convenient gold paint gild the
edge, shading it off toward the centre
of the shell and letter any name de-
sired on the shell. The clippings from
chamois can be tacked together and
used instead of the cloth.

Some of the small, egg-shaped gourds
can be made into match receivers,
watch stands, little vases, etc. The
upper or small end is cut off, seeds re-
moved, and the outside washed and
scraped. Three small, smooth sticks
are put in the large end for feet. After
drying it is painted, or gilded if pre-
ferred. A bird’s egg blue for the
gourd, with gilded feet, is a pretty
combination. It may be still further
ornamented with a small picture, a
bouquet of roses I or example, pasted on;
or, while the paint is still moist,
diamond dust can be plentifully
sprinkled on, making a sparkling orna-
ment, but one that cannot bear much
handling. The lining, which is of silk
of any contrasting color, must be pasted
in before the outside is decorated. Suf-
ﬁcient Of the silk must be left at the top
to makea Shirred edge, which shows
from the outside.

A pretty lounge cushion for use, not
ornament, is made of blue denim, with
a design of so me nature outlined upon
it in white cotton. Stuff the pillow
with down and ﬁnish the edges with a
row of tiny white tassels.

A paper or magazine holder is made
of a Japanese matting screen, the lower
end turned up to form a pocket half
its depth. Put on abow of yellow and
lavender ribbon and paint purple and
yellow pansies on the pocket.

A similar but more dainty affair to
hold letters or lesson papers, etc., is
made Of asheet of white celluloid, bent
up to form a pocket and held in place by
bows of narrow ribbon. Paint dogwood
or apple blossoms upon the part turned
up.

A lovely box, for gloves, handker-
chiefs, jewelry, or any use for which
it is appropriate, is made as follows: Get
a glazier to cut you six pieces of glass,
two for bottom and cover, and four for
the sides of the box. Bind these pieces
with narrow ribbon of the color you de-
sire. This is really the only difﬁcult
thing about making the box, as of
course the only way of securing the
ribbon is by folding it over the edges of
the glass and securing it ﬁrmly at the
corners, where also the pieces of the
box are joined. Conceal these joinings
under ribbon bows. Fit to the bottom
of the box a layer of scented wadding
covered with satin or China silk; you
can tuft it if you like, using tiny shirt

 

buttons, covered with the silk, to hold
it down. When done it is very pretty.

An exchange says: To make a pretty
set of pin cushions, cut a paper pattern
which rolled up will make a well-
shaped cone. By this pattern cut three
pieces of plush or velvet; sew up the
straight edges, ﬁll with bran or saw-
dust, run a thread around the top and
draw up. (The cones may be made of
the same or different colors, and the
same or graded sizes.) To each one
attach a foot or two of half-inch ribbon
of the same color, making a little
rosette to cover the center where it is
gathered, and tying the other ends to-
gether in a bow. Pin them to the cur-
tain or hang on the wall.

An umbrella stand can be manufac-
tured out of alarge tile, which you can
buy for forty Or ﬁfty cents. Get a can
of white or blue enamel paint and cover
the tile inside and out. Get a small tin
basin or wooden bowl and slip it inside
to hold the water from the umbrellas.
Gild the top and make a wide band
around it, “clouding” it from the top
down, and a similar band round the
bottom. The whole thing need not
cost over a dollar, and if tastefully and
neatly done, will look as well as a china
stand that costs ﬁve times asmuch.

 

POLITEN ESS.

 

A table may be very useful with a.
rough slab for the top, and unhewed
logs for legs, but it is not exactly ﬁtted
to hold dainty cups and saucers for a
four o’clock tea. A man or woman
may do lots of good with no polish to
speak of and though uncouth enough to
set one’s nerves in a jangle. Education
or society does not always teach polite-
ness. Not long ago I was riding up
town in the street cars, and a gentleman
continued to smoke—on the front plat-
form to be sure, but the wind blew it
into our faces. Now this man was a
college graduate and a favorite in
society. I have seen true politeness
among the poorer class. So after all,
Wherever you are, it is following
Christ’s rule “Love your neighbor,”
that makes the gentleman or the gentle-
woman.

From my window I saw a true act Of
politeness, and it was from a poor
working man who was digging in the
street. It was after a hard rain, and a
pool of running water had formed at a
cross walk. A little girl came along
and stopped; with her best jump she
could not get over the muddy puddle,
and it seemed dreadful to step into it.
Our Irishman came to the rescue. He
planted his big foot in the water, and
it was like a stone in the dirty current,
with a “Give us your hand, my
little lady, and step on my foot.” The
child sprang, landed on the foot, and
then over to the other side, and with
a “ Thank you” that I was very glad to
hear, ran on, and the man picked up his
spade and went on with his work, but

 

it was the act of a true-hearted gentle-
man.

Perhaps it would save trouble, if inr
stead of cultivating say from twenty to
ﬁfty small plants in our back yards, we
could have one that is described as
growing in Sumatra, which is not for-
the handkerchief garden. The PM}:
ﬁesia Arnoldi has magniﬁcent petal-s
that spring from the centre, and are of a».
beautiful orange yellow. In the centre
of the calyx, upon a dark violet ground.
rises a huge pistil looking like a blaze
in a bowl of punch. This prodigious
ﬂower is a yard wide and weighs ﬁfteen
pounds. Like many other rare plants,
they may get this huge ﬂower to grow
in our back yards in time. If a young
man wants to give his lady love some»
thing very wonderful and beautiful,
he might choose the Raﬁlcsia, but he
would have to hire a strong man to
carry it to her house, and she certainly
would be embarrassed to know what to
do with such an immense blossom. We
must wait with patience for science to
utilize the large leaves of Victoria.
Regina. They are of a lovely green
color, and one leaf being six feet in
diameter, there would be enough, if the
material could be used, to make a fuii
pattern dress for a lady, and pieces left
over to mend with. Florists ought to
bestir themselves, and bring into use
some of these giants of plants.

DETROIT. SISTER GRACIOUS.

 

AN AMIABLE SPOU 5E.

 

Will the Editor kindly give the ad'-
dress of the ﬁrm where the pens are.
made E1. See told us about in’a recent
HOUSEHOLD? When the 10rd of our
house gets mad something has to go
into the ﬁre (as aburnt offering, you
know), and last Sunday a bundle of my
little HOUSEHOLDS had to go, last one.
and all. So I lost the address, as well
many choice recipes I had marked. i
suppose I ought not to complain, as he
says they were not mine, any more than
are the clothes I wear, unless I work
out and pay for them. So I must bear
that as well as having my clothes torn
in pieces at his will. He has always
owed the EHOUSEHOLD a spite, as it
savors of women’s rights, he thinks.

I would like a good recipe for quince
preserves or for putting them up in any
way. N. L. P.

HOLLY.

 

[J . Ullrich & Co., 106 and 108 Liberty
St., New York City.]

 

THOSE who use the patent potato»
press which forces the potato through
a colander and leaves it in a light
stringy mass like vermicelli, complain
that the potato gets cold during the
process. But if you dip the press into
boiling water long enough to make it
thoroughly hot, and also the dish

which receives the potato, the latter
will not require re-heating in the
Oven.

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T'The Household.

  

 

DRESSING A CHICKEN.

The preparation of a chicken for the
oven or frying-pan is often regarded as
an appalling mystery by the novice in
culinary arts. Very likely there are
many farmers’ daughters who have
never dressed a chicken, that duty al-
ways falling upon "mother,” the uncom-
plainingpcrson who does all the dis-
agremble things no one else will do.
Mrs. \V. M. Hayes. a graduate of the
culinary department of the Agricul-
tural Uollege, in a talk at a farmers’
institute in Minnesota—a talk practi-
cally illustrated by the performance Of
every operation described. told how to
prepare a fowl for the pan:

“In dressing :1 chicken the crop is
removed by cutting a slit an inch or
more long down the back of the neck.
This makes a sufﬁcient aperture
through which the crop can be drawn
without breaking the skin over the
crop. When the chicken is stuffed for
baking, the skin is drawn up around
the neck and tied, leaving no opening
to be sewed up.

"‘ In removing the entrails, cut around
the entrail with a sharp, sharp-pointed
knife, making as small an opening as
possible. An aperture is then made to
the side under the short-leg, through
.whioh the entrails are drawn out by the
hand. Now when the chicken is stuffed,
the drumsticks, which should be
severed from the feet at the joint, not
above, are tied closely together and
draw downward, the string being
fastened to a skewer, stuck through the
‘ in at. the rear of the back. When
this is done there is no opening left to
be sewed through which the dressing
can ooze out.

“Fowls dressed for market should

never be scalded, as scalding makes the
ﬂesh turn dark, but for home use it is
immaterial. As boiling water is too
hot for scalding fowls, use this propor-

tion: Into one gallon of boiling water

' pour one pint of water of the tempera-
ture of well water. If the feathers are
rubbed off instead of being picked. the
pin feathers will be more easily re-
moved.”

Mrs. Hayes made dressing after this
fashion: “ A loaf of bread was cut into
halves, and these halves sliced open.
Taking a quarter in each hand with
the crumb sides turned together, she
rubbed these two pieces back and forth
until the crusts were reached. The
orumbs thus rubbed of? were small and
light. The crusts were not used. The
crumbs were slightly moistened with
melted butter, and seasoned with salt
and pepper. The use of sage is a mat-
ser of taste. No moistening except the
butter was used, as alight, wholesome
dressing was desired, not a soggy, in-
digestible article. When making the
dressing it was stirred withafork to
keep it light, and when put in the
chicken it was shaken down instead of
being mashed in.”

village.

 

NOT ALWAYS BEST.

If “ Man‘s inhumanity to man makes
countless millions mourn;” if “Whit-
ever is is best” why seek reform, or
why try to suppress evil in any way? Is
it best that my sons are ruined and
murdered. your daughters betrayed;
wives and husbands separated and dc-
serted! Is it best that thorns and
thistles grow in our ﬁelds and hearts
instead of luscious fruit and fragrant
flowers? No, no, a thousand times n03
Let us not take up the refrain “ VVhat-
ever is, is best,” but rather sing

“ There is work for me, there is work for you,
There is plenty of work for us all to do."

MIDDLEVILLE. AUNT MARY.

 

BEGGING.

 

It is so easy and one of the most
popular customs of the day toubeg. The
tramp caught hold on the “ ropes ” and
well he might, from the examples set
by his more reﬁned brethren. I will
speak of an instance known to my own
sight and hearing. A few years ago a
certain man claiming to be from New
York stayed in and around our village
about thirteen days; he was an evange-
list, wanted to redeem the slums of
New York, and had been preaching

from village to village, to Kansas and'

back. We raised eighty dollars for
him in shake hands and envelope
system. It was not enough; one hun-
dred dollars must be had and he got it.
He was dressed in the best style, hands
soft and white, gold ring on his ﬁnger,
a gold watch that he liked to display,
and was doing this same in every
What did he do with all this
money? Echo answers what!

About two years ago, after the second
ﬁre of the Tabernacle of New York,
there was a public appeal to Christians
of all denominations to build up a bet-
ter and greater temple than all others,
one where the sittings would rent from
one dollar to one thousand dollars per
year. '

A poor man needs a few dollars to buy
a pair of boots; well yes, you can work
it out, you know. Which “ end justiﬁed
the means?” Grandpa!

Old Dick Turpin was bold, but was
honest in his expressions, “ Your money
or your life;” and when I was on
Hampstcad Heath I thought of the
honest old rascal. “Well,” says some
one, “this man’s soul would rattle in
the shell of a mustard seed.” Never
mind, good friend, our Judge was ap-
pointed many years ago, and I remem-
ber reading the story of the widow and
her mite in my school days; I have not
been ashamed of my charitable record
ever since, but confess that I never gave
away the shirt on my back.

“Good Lord deliver us” (i. 8., us hard
working people, I mean) from the
wiles of the smooth-tongued, whining
beggars who want us to believe all they
say, and pay for the information. I

 

am tired of this everlasting begging.
and it has left a cold spot on the heart
of one who is ready to give in cases of.
real necessity, but who will never beg
to appear charitable with other people‘s
money whether the “end justiﬁes the
means" or not.

I think Aunt Sabra’s deﬁnition of
"man‘s duty to his family” is about
right, only that when our children bc~
come of age the responsibility of their
doings should be taken of? the shoulders
of the parents. :‘~.NTi-OVER.

PLAINWELL.

 

w—m— ._ -....

THE Editor of the F'ARMER. reading
the title of Evangeline‘s “Origin of
Mince Pies” in a recent HOUSE-
HOLD, venl ured a theory which he says
is a hasty conclusion, voiced on the
spur of the moment. He thinks the
mince pic was evolved by a boarding-
house keeper as a dcrnicr resort to make
the boarders eat hash. It’s not as
poetical and mythical a theory as
Evangeline‘s, but perhaps there‘s
“something in it" as well as in the
pies.

A CORRESPONDENT wants to hear
from some of the ladies who are using
sewing machines obtained through the
FARMER. She is a little afraid of
being cheated, as she has heard the
machines are “ made of poor material.”
Will not some one reassure her? She
also asks a recipe for baking-powder
biscuit; and would like to know how
little girl’s coats and dresses are made.
See HOUSEHOLD Of Oct. 24th for direc-
tions for making childrens’ cloaks.

 

Contributed Recipes.

 

LAYER CAKE—TWO eggs; one cup of yel-
low sugar; one half cup of butter; one half
cup of sweet milk; one and a. half cups of
ﬂour; one teaspoonful of baking powder.
Bake in four jelly tins. Filling: One cup
of brown sugar; one square of chocolate;
one and one half tablespoonfuls of hot
water. Stir till moist, just let it boil up
once thoroughly, stir till nearly cool, spread
between layers and on the top.

 

SPONGE UAKI'L-‘ODB cup of yellow sugar;
break two eggs in a. cup, ﬁll up with sweet
cream: one cup of ﬂour; one teaspoonful of
baking powder; ﬂavor with lemon and
vanilla. Bake in a long pan.

 

GINGER Suns—One cup of sugar; one
cup of molasses; one cup of fried meat
drippings; one teaspoonful of soda; one
tablespoonfulof ginger. Add all the ﬂour
that you can stir in with a spoon. then
pinch oli pieces the size of large marbles,
roll in the hand, slightly ﬂatten them. and
put in a well greased tin with spaces between
for spreading.

 

MEAT AND CABBAGE Racism—One heap-
ing teaspccnful of mustard; one teaspoonful
of sugar; one egg; one half teaspoonful of
salt, four tablespoonfuls of vinegar. piece
of butter the size of a large hickory nut. Boil
till the consistency of thick cream. Stir
continually while cooking. “89."

 

 

 

 

 

