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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

CHRISTMAS-TIME.

 

B Y EVAN GELINE.

 

Don’t you know that pretty story
0! the shepherds on the plain?
While they watched their ﬂocks at midnight
Floated down to them a strain
Of the sweetest. sweetest music,
Telling that th , Christ—child lay
In Bethlehem’s lowly stable
In a mangar on the hay.

Then they brought their choicest presents
And sat down about the Child,

While they praised with joy and rapture,
Little Jesus meek and mild.

So do we this royal birthnight,
Load with gifts the shapely tree.

Gifts for chil l, for friend, for neighbor.
That all hearts may happy be.

in some homes are emp‘y places
At this joyous Christmas time,
Folded hands and shrouded faces
Rise from mists of "Auld Lang Syne.”
In their graves on lonely hillsides.
In a winding sheet of snow,
Many lie. twho shand our Christmas
Pleasures, one short year ago.

On the Savionr's Royal Birthnight.
Drop all hatred, fend and strife.

As we ﬂoat on Time's broad river
Into higher, better life.

As the shepherds heard the carol.
We to-night can hear it still,

"Give to God the praise and glory,
Peace on earth, to man good will.”

 

THE BOOK TABLE.

“The Deemster,” by Hall Cains, is
one of the strongest and most interest-
ing novels I have read for a long time.
Selected at hep-hazard from hundreds of
books on the counters of a great depart-
ment store with the thought “Anything
will do to beguile the time on the cars,”
it proved a lucky choice, introducing
me to a new author and a vigorous, ori-
ginal, well told story. And I bought it
—a cloth-bound volume of 360 pages, in
fairly good paper and print. for a shill-
ing! And every time I look at it I
wonder what it cost the publisher! The
scene of the story is laid in the Isle of
Man, of which few know much except
that it is famous for its Manx or tail-less
cats,and concerns two generations. The
Deemster and the Bishop are brothers;
the trickery of the former robs the latter
of his share of their father’s property;
though the brothers remain friends
their dissimilarity of disposition does
not tend to brotherly feeling. Their
children grow up together; Dan, the
bishop’s only child, gay, lively, full of

 

animal spirits and boyish mischief;
Ewan, the Deemster’s son, quiet, stu-
dious, affectionate, and both quick and
passionate; one ready for a broil at any
time, the other rarely stirred,but when
roused ﬁerce and resistless as a mount-
ain torrent. The girl of the story is
Mona, Ewan’s sister, beloved by Dan
with more than a cousinly affection.
The story tells the events which led to
the murder of Ewan by Dan, and the
latter’s punishment, a doom worse than
death,which his own father,as judge of
the tribunal under whose jurisdiction
the offense came,pronounced upon him.
This sentence was the revival of an old
punishment, a terror beyond death’s
terror, which had been known many,
many years before in island history.
The culprit was cut oﬂ’ forever from
his people. “Hencelorth let him have
no name among us; nor family; nor kin.
From now forever let no ﬂesh touch his
ﬂesh. Let no tongue speak to him. Let
no eye look on him. When he is an
hungered let none give him meat.
When he shall be sick let none minister
to him. When his death shall
come let no man bury him. Alone
let .him live, alone let him die, and
among the beasts of the ﬁeld let him
hide his unburied bones.” The most
dramatic of the many dramatic pictures
in the story‘is where upon the Tyn wald
or mount of judgment, the venerable
Bishop of Man pronounces this awful
sentence upon his only son, the son
whom in spite of all his sins he loves
better than life. For sgven years the
outcast fulﬁlled this doom. Then he
went back to the village; and it came
about that the people looked upon him
as their deliverer and knelt to him and
begged his blessing. Himself the last
victim of the fatal sickness which de-
vastated the Isle, the doom of the Tyn-
wald was not his; in death the woman
he loved and who had loved him all
these weary, sinful, cursed years,led his
faltering accents in the praver common
to all creeds, wherein all men acknow-
ledge “0m‘ Father.”

I like the story, though it is one of
great sorrow, great love and great

suffering, because it is so human. Old ‘

Thorkell, the scheming.plotting Deem-
ster, or judge of the island, is punished
for his meanness by the stings of anac-
cusing conscience and his superstitious

fears. The wages of sin were earned by '

 

reckless,passion-guided Dan. The good.
old Bishop, who ruled his parish more
wisely than he governed his son, like
thousands of parents since Adam, was
tortured and torn with anxiety over
the lad, and found prayers and pains
alike unavailing. And Mona’s lot, to
suffer silently, loving, vet feeling the
unworthiness of him whom she cannot
help loving, is woman’s lot the world
over. [1; is like life, real life. ineze
pressibly sad,full of heartache and pain,
yet wonderfully fascinating.

Few of the new books are more in-
teresting than "The West from a Car
Window,” in which Richard Harding
Davis recounts his impressions of the
“wild and wooly west." The author 05
"Gallagher” and the creatorof “Van
Bibber” combines picturesqueness and
vigor with the terseness of the practic»
ed newspaper man whose paper goes to
press at three p. m. sharp, and who has
ten minutes in which to tell a half col«
umn story. He tells his story in news-
paper English; there ls no attempt at
ﬁne writing. Others have written all
the west. It took Davis to find somc‘
thing new and fresh in the oft-thrashed
straw. He tells us, perhaps, nothing so
very new; nothing we did not know be
fore in a. vague, desultory way, but his
way of putting it invests the old facts
with new interest, like the touchcf
Spring on a winter landscape. Where
all is so good, it is hard to chOOss the
best,but I liked the chapters “At a New
Mining Camp” and “A Three-Year-Old
City” especially. He descsibes “the
village of fresh pine”——Creede, with de
licious humor, and so graphically that
you see it with him from the mountain
“lying at our feet like a box of spilled
jack-straws,” and feel with him that if
is like a circus tent which has Sprung
up over night and may be removed to-
morrow and whose people are part of
the show: we can almost see its electrh.
lights gleaming over the unfathomcd
mud of its streets and illuminating its
"Leadville fronts” and canvas stores.
He comments on people’s ideas of values
in this fashion: “Mr. Creede was offer-
ed one million two hundred and twenty"
ﬁve thousand dollars for his share in
the Holy Moses mine and declined in
After that my interest in him fell away.
Any man who will live in a log house
at the foot of a mountain and drink
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2 . The Household.

 

or refuse that much money for anything,
when he could live in the Knickerbock-
er Flats and drive forth in a private
hansom with rubber tires, is no long-
er an object of interest.” Speaking of
the people of Creede. he tells us of the
lot-owners who on a cold day “would
elect to remain in bed and would mark
up the prices they intended to ask for
their lots and claims one hundred dol-
lars each; and then, consxdering this a
fair day’s work, would go warmly to
sleep again.” He tells us it is "instruc-
tive and hopeful to watch a young man
who can and has ordered numerous
dinners at Bignon‘s composing a desert
of bread and cheese: or to see how neat
ly aYale graduate of one year’s standing
can sweep the mud from the cabin ﬂoor
without spreading it.” The description
of the Sunday service in the gambling
hall at Creede is as good as anything
Bret Harte has written, but told in two
paragraphs. Here it is:

“A clergyman asked Watrous if he
could have the use of the gamblingohall
on Sunday night. The house was mak-
ing about three hundred dollars an hour,
and Watrous calculated that half an
hour would be as much as he could
afford toward the collection. He mount-
ed a chair and said: ‘Boys, this gentle—
man wants to make a few remarks to
you of a religious nature. All the games
at that end of the hall will stop, and you
want to keep still.‘

“The clergyman stood on the platform
of the keno outﬁt, and the greater part
of the men took seats around it, toying
with the marking cards scattered over
the table in front of them. while the
men in the saloon crowded the doorway
from the swinging-doors to the bar.
and looked on with curious and amused
faces. At the back of the room the
roulette wheel clicked and the ball roll-
ed. The men in this part of the room
who were playing lowered their voices
but above the voice of the preacher one
could hear the clinking of the silver and
the chips and the voice of the boy at the
wheel calling ‘seventeen and black, and
twenty-eight and black again and—keep
the ball rolling, gentlemen—and four
and red.’ There were two electric lights
in the middle of the hall and astove;the
men were crowded closely around this
stove, and the lamps shone through the
smoke on their tanned, upturned faces
and ' on the white excited face of the
preacher above them. There was most
excellent order, and the collection
was very large. I asked Watrous how
much he lost by the interruption.

“ ‘Nothing.’ he said hastily, anxious
to avoid the appearance of good; ‘I got
it all back at the bar.’ ”

Mr. Davis sums up his three months
in the west by saying he would rather
have a hall bed-room and a gas stove in
New York City than one hundred and
sixty acres on the prairie. Seven houses
make a city in the West. He thinks it a
pity to see men who would excel in a me-
tropolis and be in touch with the world
moving about them, wasting their ener-
gies in a desert of wooden houses in the
middle of an ocean of prairie where
their point of view is bounded by the
railroad tank and a barbed were fence.
For the West, he says, is picturesque in
spots, and as the dramatic critics say,
the interest is not sustained throughout.

 

 

 

From all this it will be seen that Mr.
Davis is emphatically of the East, Easto
am; yet his hasty views from a car
window convey a graphic picture of. the
West as he found it. I am surprised,
however, to ﬁnd in a book issued by a
house of the Harpers’ reputation a mis-
spelled word and atypographical error;
I suppose a grammatical mistake must

. be charged to the author.

BEATRIX.

‘W

A QUESTION FOR THE “HOUSEHOLD."

 

I was wondering when I read Honey
Bee’s letter if she had ever been tried
in that direction. I would like to tell
her just a little of my experience. Long
ago I made up my mind that I would
never be one of the complaining ones. I
have shut my teeth so hard to bear it
all without a murmur that it seems as
if I had numbed all feeling. For thir-
teen years of my married life I lived
with my husband‘s people. I could not
tell to any one what those years were to
me; but they were terrible ones for a
person of my disposition. And for ten
years I have had my husband’s deafand
dumb brother to do for. He is almost
helpless from rheumatism, and has been
for years. He is repulsive to me, eSpe-
cially at the table; his appetite is enor-
mous, and he has no respect for any one
else; he is a terrible trial in every way.
I think him liable to live for years in
this way.. I have four children to work
for, all in school at present. I like nice
things in my home; and yes, I like nice
clothes to wear; but you see to feed and
clothe a person like that takes a great
deal of the proﬁt off. Did you ever
have your mind ﬁxed on a new winter
cloak and dress and have to give them
up because you could not afford them?
I too wish I could feel as Busy Bee does,
happy and contented in her home. But
perhaps Honey Bee’s and my ideal of
life has been too high. Now I would
like to ask the HOUSEHOLD this: Would
you be willing to do all this for your
husband’s brother without a murmur?
You know Ican only tell you just a little
part of my every day trials or how the
family treated me. No one ever asked
me if I were willing to take this burden.
I have sympathized with Honey Bee all
through. Tell me just how you thinkI
ought to feel in this matter and perhaps
it will help me. A. G. S.

—.—...———

“SHORT AND SWEET."

 

Weary have been the long months
since last I entered the HOUSEHOLD,
and sad the changes that have o’er me
passed, but its bright cheery letters he-
get within me a desire to once more
enter its charmed circle. It has been
said that he who causes two blades of
grass to grow where only one grew be-
fore, is a benefactor to the race ; so, I
think. one who brings sunshine into
other lives and incites them to good
deeds is also a benefactor.

If we all had that “sweet peace that

 

passeth understanding," there would be
less fault-ﬁnding. I can hardly believe
that any woman can be in earnest in
speaking of her husband’s faults to oth-
ers. Among my personal acquaint-
ances, those who are in the habit of so
doing are the very ones who are chieﬂy
at fault. We sometimes fail to realize
the perplexities of our husbands, or the
constant drain on the pocketbook. A
woman who takes the right course can
lead her husband anywhere. Let us be
patient, for the time may come when
we shall be left to face the world alone.
The blessed Christmas with its gifts
and reunions is here. With what eager
longing we used to look forward to this
time, wondering what Santa Claus
would bring us, but the illusions of
childhood vanish all too soon.

“Let us use a‘l the moms God has placed
in our -ight. .

To keep our ho nes innocent. happy and bright.

Forahoms th'lt r joices in love’s saving leaven.

Comes deliciously nigh to the splendors of
Heaven.”

With a merry Christmas and ahappy
New Year to all, I am, ALOE.

”-0....”

FROM CHEB 3YGAN COUNTY.

Honey Bee asks what has become of
Maybelle, and if I am disgusted with
the jangling voices too. Oh, no, for I
do not remember the letters of that na-
ture. it is the word; of encouragement,
information and the good that can be
gleaned that I treasure up, and they
help me a great deal. It seems too bad
that anyone will send anything to be
printed that will leave a sting. Let us
try to send some words of encourage-
ment and strength that will warm the
hearts of tired farmers’ wives and
mothers. Doesn’t Honey Bee know
wherein lies the trouble that causes her
to feel discontented with life and the
wheels to run any way out smoothly ? I
believe if each and every one in this uni-
verse would give their lives into God’s
keeping, asking His guidance and lov-
ing care day by day. trusting Hirn ful-
ly, there would he happiness and content
far beyond our comprehension,

My heart aches as I read of the over-
worked, care-burdened sisters of our
little band and I have longed to be able
to cheer and help them; but have felt
my lack of power of speech, but to-day
let me say to all, Christmas is near, our

lessed Saviour’s birthday ; a new year
is close at band also; let us in love and
kindness and for our little ones’ sakes,try
to live day by day as is pleasing in the
sight of our Heaven‘y Parent. Then
the cares will roll away, the blessing of
God will dwell upon us and we will have
that peace that passeth all understand-
ing.

The little paper is a great friend of
mine, but I miss some whose writings

were very dear to me. Evangeline’s
whole-souled thoughts did me so much
good; also “Aunt Nell,” and “Old
School Teacher,” of Tecumseh.

Thanks to my HOUSEHOLD friends
we have plenty of Sunday :0th papers
as yet.

Wonvnnma MAYBELLE.

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

The Household. 8

 

 

TALK IT OVER.

Well, I think so too, Theopolus!
those “good old times” will linger in
our memories and bring forth long
drawn sighs.

Let the trousers and pocket-books take
a rest while we sympathize. I don’t
want to ﬁnd a word of fault with my
husband, oh, dear, no; couldn’t if I
tried; he’s perfection,because he is head,
and knows best what’s good for us both.
He thinks oil makes a better light than
tallow candles, so no matter how much
I ache to "do as mother did,” he won’t
have the smell and grease around. He
says “patches are all right for a boy,but
a man doesn’t want such cushions;” so
of course I think so too. He says “cider
is of no use except for vinegar, and men
who use tobacco are feeble-minded.”
He says. too, “that there are women
who are far more capable than some
men of voting and holding ofﬁce,” but
when he looks right at me when he says
so, I somehow blush and feel so worried-
like.

He says it is Scripture, and all right,
that a wife should “ask her husband at
home” for information, but if he is so
weak in mind that he can’t tell her, or
too lazy to get the desired information,
it is necessary that if she is smart en-
ough to ﬁnd out the matter they change
places; and that if a man will submit to
be a “Stumpy caudal appendage,” it is
good enough for him; since he would be
head if he were capable or smart. I
believe it, too, because my husband
knows what he talks about.

Now about the “ﬁre question.” Some
men build houses with such small bed-
rooms that the family bed must stand
tight in a corner, and are so careful of
their wives that they will have them
sleep at the back, and so careful of the
children they insist the wife shall get
up every time a child cries or coughs,
for “wim men understand such things
best.” Then they are so careful of them-
selves; they are willing, nay, anxious,
the wife should get up and build the
morning ﬁre in winter. Theopolus
seems such a candid, earnest seeker
after truth, and is so manly in stating
his convictions, it really seems unneces-
sary to apply to the HOUSEHOLD for
advice; his wife could settle the question
he propounds. Heads,I win; tails, you
lose. Ask us something hard, Theo-

polus. A. L. L.
Funsom

 

THE PEN PORTRAIT OF A DUCEESS,

 

Peonle, especially those who have few
opportunities for observation, are apt
to cherish the idea that celebrities must
be something quite out of the ordinary
in appearance. There must, we think,
be something about them which indi-
cates their quality, marking them as
of ﬁner clay—best quality of porcelain,
so to speak—than the rest of us made out
of just common grades of plain dirt. We
cherish a mental picture of duchesses

 

and countesses modeled from the novels
of the romantic school,where the dowa-
gers always wear black velvet and dia-
monds and move “with stately grace”
in richly upholstered salons, while the
younger women of the same class are
invariably of statuesque ﬁgure and aris.
tocratic pallor,gowned in white satin and
pearls, with their “blue blood” sufﬁci-
ently patent to keep at an emphatically
admiring. and respectful distance all
creatures of the canaille.

As a matter of fact, it happens that
some persons of high social rank and po-
sition, whom I have seen. are compelled
to rely upon clothes and an aggressive
manner to establish their claims to be
considered “somebody” entitled to pre-
cedence. I think I have caught on to
the secret of their “high~bred manner,”
which the local Jenkins invariably
mentions when he notes their presence
at any functions of our best society.
The secret lies in the complete avoid-
ance of notice of anything or anybody
not immediately concerned in their own
circle. They look with unseeing eyes,
they bear with deaf cars, all outside
their own close environment. It is as if
those things in which thev are not con-
cerned and interested, fail to exist. In
these days, clothes alone are not an in-
dex to social position, for dry goods are
for sale to everybody who can pay ; and
manners do not always tell the tale, for
some people are born disagreeable and
never took pains to improve upon na-
ture; but when you ﬁnd the happy
union of clothes and manners—ah, then
there’s something worth your observa-
tion ! It is quite natural that we should
expect the author who has charmed us
by his wit, the clergyman whose elo-
quence has stirred our sluggish souls,
the lawyer whose keen intellect has
placed him at the top of that ladder to
which all aspire, to be favored also with
physical advantages to correspond with
mental equipments. But alas, we ﬁnd,
actually, that the poet gobbles his soup
and conﬁnes his remarks to a request
for the brown gravy; the divine looks
like a prize-ﬁghter in evening dress,
and the legal luminary stands with his
hands in his pocketszlike a hobbledehoy
or pulls his mustache as nervously as
an unfiedged youth of twenty. That
round-shouldered. narrow-brewed, in-
signiﬁcant-looking man whose scanty
locks straggle over a coat collar white
with dandruff and gemmed with loose
hairs, the eminent mathematico-scien-
tist, for whose gray matter you have en-
tertained such profound admiration I
You can’t believe it. And when con-
vinced, though you do not respect his
intellect and information less, you feel
somehow there is a misﬁt between in-
side and outside.

For the beneﬁt of the girls who would
like to model themselves after the “hot-
ty Lady Imergin,” and for the ediﬁca—
tion of the rest of us who are a little
given to toadying to rank and money,
we clip Elizabeth A. Tompkins’ descrip-

 

tion of an English duchess, the dowager
Duchess of Montrose, who as “Mr. Man-
ton” is known on every race track and
trotting ring in Great Britain :

“ I have seen her many a time in the
paddock at different courses and at New-
market, and she hardly meets one's pre-
conceived idea of a duchess. She is
short and stout of ﬁgure, very stout,
and the chief thing that impresses one
about her is the marvellous strength of
her corset strings and compressing pow-
er of her corsets. She carries heself
very erect, and does her best to defy the
march of time. She has a big beefy-red
face, on which had temper and high
living have left unmistakable traces.
Her hair is blonde—I should say of the
blonde that comes at so much a bottle—
and she wears it done up high on her
head, with a fringe across her forehead.
She runs to every pronounced color in
dress and to giddy hats. Once I saw
her in an entire costume of royal pur-
ple, even to the sunshade, and the ef-
fect, to say the least. was startling.
Light striped blazers, jaunty skirts and
shirts and coquettish cravats are things
she is fond of wearing also, although
she’d tip the beam at something over 200
pounds, and is not more than ﬁve feet
four inches in height and about seventy
years of age. At least she is credited
with being seventy, and I believe that
is the age given in Burke, but she real-
ly does not look over sixty.

“ Her chief characteristics are ir-
rascibility and outspokenness, and a
good many anecdotes are aﬂoat
about her—so many indeed that
one suspects them as being saddled
on her as most good stories in
America are on Abraham Lincoln, so I
won’t vouch for them. One story told
about her is that she had a maid whom
she treated to occasional ebullitions of
violent temper. She discharged her,
but as the maid was about to leave in-
sisted that she dress her hair once
more. The maid did. She took down
the duchess' hair, tied it securely to the
chair back, stepped round in front of
her noble mistress and told her emphat-
ically and unvarnishedly just what she
thought of her, and wound up by giving
her a box on each ear and leaving. The
duchess was purple with rage when she
was released. She built a pretty little
church as a memorial of her second
husband (she has had three), and I think
had a difference of opinion with the
bishop about its dedication on account
of an exquisite carving of St. Agnes by
Sir Edgar Boehm. She insisted that it
should go in; the bishop insisted that
it savored too much of Roman Cathol-
icism,and he wouldn’t dedicate the
church with it up. The matter was
settled by the carving being removed
while the church was dedicated and put
in place above the altar afterward.”

'—-—.Of—-—--

I’I‘ really seems as if, after all that
has been said. and said again and again,
about signing names to articles intend-
ed for publication, people would after a
while learn the uselessness of sending
anonymous letters to newspapers. and
incidentally, to write on but one side of
the paper. But it would seem to require
a surgical operation to get the idea into
some minds, for the unsigned, double-
decked letters keep on coming. If you
strike an idea of such colossal magni-
tude you don’t feel equal to the respon-
sibility of attaching your name to it, it
had better be kept for home use. We
may have a hard winter.

I

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The Household.

 

HOLIDAY DAINTIES.

Can you fancy Christmas and New
Year’s without candies and oranges,
raisins, nuts and big red apples? If you
can, read this bit of Harry Romaine’s
philosophy, which he classes as “a bare
possibility:”

“There’s less of snow and less of cold,
And less of Christmas cheer:

The weary earth is growing old
And duller every year.

"And yet. the children sport and play
With laughter lou land clear;

Perhaps—perhaps I’m growing gray
And duller every vear!’

and remember-that though holidays may
have become “an old story” to you be-
cause you’ve celebrated half a hundred
or so yourself, they are—and ought to
be—the festival days of the year to the
young, and take a little pains to make
them glad and bright.

At our city confectioners we may buy
crystallized violets and rose leaves,
candied fruits, and delicate morsels of
sugar and ﬂavoring which dissolve on
the tongue as dew distills in sunshine.
Very different are these from the pink
and white peppermint “kisses," the
striped sticks and the “gum drops” we
thought such delicacies in “the good
old days when Theopolus (and I) were
young,” and which were chieﬂy ﬂour,
sugar and term alba. If you are not
where you can buy fresh, pure candies.

' ‘it is a good p1an,and after all a pleasant

trouble, to make your own, especially
now sugar is so cheap. And you can
reckon on plenty of assistance from the
children, whose delight in the manu-
facturing process is nearly as great as
in the consumption of the ﬁnished pro«
duct. Here are a few recipes, recom-
mended as being excellent.

PEANUT CANDY.—Melt white sugar
without water (or at most with a very
little, as few drops only), stirring it con-
stantly to prevent scorching. Blanch
the shelled peanuts by pouring boiling
water over them and rubbing off the
inner skin. Bruise or crush the meats
with a rollingpin, and stir them into
the sugar. The candy will be hard and
crisp. Other nut meats may be used.

Always butter the dish into which
you turn the candy,using only the swee t-
est and best of butter; and mark car-
amels or other candy into squares or
diamonds when it begins to stiffen,with
the back of a warm knife.

MOLASSES CANDY.——Two cups of mo-
lasses; one of brown sugar; a teaSpoon-
ful of butter and a tablespoonlul of vine-
gar. Boil twenty or thirty minutes,and
pull when cool. You may make nut
candy by adding nut meats to a portion
just before taking it from the ﬁre.

CREAM CANDY. —Two cups of white
sugar; two-thirds cup water. Boll with-
out stirring until it will spin a thread,
ﬂavor with a teaspoonful of vanilla, set
into a dish in which there is a little
cold water and stir briskly until it is
white and creamy. Have ready shelled
walnuts, almond meats you have blanch-
ed by pouring boiling water over them,

allowing it to stand afew moments then
rubbing off the brown skin with the
ﬁngers; dates; ﬁgs, sliced or halved, or
candied cherries, and make the cream
into little cakes.pressing half a w alnut or
a date in each and roll in sifted sugar;
use almond meats, bits of ﬁg or your
candied cherries as centres for others.
To candy cherries,take the canned fruit,
let drain over night, or press out the
juice carefully, then boil in a sugar
syrup until they are clear; take them
out one at a time, and drop in sifted
sugar.

CHOCOLATE CREAMS.—-Tw0 cups
white sugar; half cup water. Boil three
or four minutes, stirring constantly.
Stir in half a cup of corn starch, ﬂavor
with lemon or vanilla, make up quickly
into little balls and dip each in melted
chocolate, laying on a buttered dish to
harden.

CHOCOLATE CARAMELS.—One cup of
chocolate, grated; stir into it atable-
spoonful of ﬂour, next acup of sweet
cream, stirring till it is smooth and
free from lumps, next one cup of the
best molasses and one cup each of brown
and white sugar. Use one and a half
teaspoonfuls of extract for ﬂavoring.
Boil half an hour. Test by dropping a
little in cold water; when it hardens it
is done. Pour into a greased tin, and
mark in squares when partly cold. You
may use maple sugar instead of brown
sugar and have maple caramels; and stir
chopped nut-meats into abortion and
have nut caramels.

SALTED PEANUTS.——Shell the pea-
nuts; rub off the brown skin, pour boil—
ing water on them, let stand a few
minutes; then put a cupful of the meats
in a tin dish, with a tablespoonful of
nice, sweet butter. Brown lightly in
the oven,shaking the dish often. When
browned and heated through, turn into
a'colander.then dry in soft paper,sprink-
ling well with salt.

 

 

l‘E. s. B ”

 

Regarding Mrs. Charles Brooks—“E.
S. B.”.——whose death Beatrix has so
ﬁttingly mentioned in the HOUSEHOLD,
I was myself so favored as to call her
friend and can testify to her many lovely
qualities. Her life may be well ex-
pressed by a few lines copied by her for
the HOUSEHOLD some years ago, which
I now copy from my scrap book:

"Let me not die before I‘ve done for thee

My earthly work. Whatever it may be.

Call me not hence with mission unfulﬁlled:
Let me not leave my space of ground untilled.
Impress this truth upon me-tnat not one
Can do my portion that I leave undone;

For each one in thy vi Jes‘ard bath a spot

To labor in for life and weary not."

HoWELL. MBS. W. J. G.

W

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

MRS. LOUISE MARKSCHEFFEL. in
her department in the Zoledo Sunday
Journal, tells us she has discovered an
infallible process of making cranberry
jelly, which she relates as follows : To
one quart of cranberries, use a half pint
of Water and one pound of sugar (even

 

 

three-quarters will do). Put the cranber-
ries on the stove in a bright new tin
and leave them there ten minutes with
nothing but the .water on them, no
sugar and no cover. When they have
just burst fopen, rub them gently
through a colander, not trying to get
too much through, and put the juice
back on the stove with the sugar. and
let that boil ten minutes.

 

A CORRESPONDENT of the Rural Mm
Yorker says: When by accident the
good porcelain kettle gets burned. do
not scrape, but set it on the back of the
stove, with a little water in it, into
which pour suﬂicient potash to make it
very strong. In a short time the scale
will be found all eaten away, leaving
the kettle as smooth as ever. Do not
touch the liquid with the hand, but
pour off and wash with clean water.

A CORRESPONDENT of the Country;
Gentleman writes : When the ﬂame
runs up the chimney of a lamp, it is an
indication that the screw of the burner
is worn out ; it is unsafe. Cast it aside
and buy a new one. Empty your lamps
occasionally, and wash the inside with
suds, care being taken that they are well
dried before reﬁlling them. Do not
wash ﬂint-glass chimneys too often in
soapsuds, as it has a tendency to make
them brittle, but rub them out with a
piece of clean ﬂannel. Lamps thus man-
aged will give a brilliant light, and
amply repav one for the trouble.

 

Useful Recipes.

 

At a recent meeting of the Lenawee County
Horticultural Society, the following recipes
were furnished by the ladies:

RICE PUDDING. —-Two thirds teacnpful rice,
cook first in water, add milk and one egg,
one cup sugar, several raisins, ground cin'
namon one—half teaspoonfnl, butter like a
piece of chalk(?) Bake half an hour.

MRS. B. I. LAING.

 

GRAPE JUICE.———Press the grapes before
they are cooked, strain the juice, bring to a
boil and can without sugar. This juice
makes an excellent summer drink. used with
water and sugar, when the thermometer is
up in the nineties ‘and lemons ten miles
away. If cooked before pressing, the seeds
injure the ﬂavor. Mas. HELME.

 

COCOANUT CAKE.—Th8 whites of three
eggs beaten to a froth, one cup pulverized
sugar, one-half a cup of butter-lard makes
it whiter, and just as good with a little more
ﬂavoring—one-half cup of sweet milk, two
tesspoonfuls of baking powder mixed with
the ﬂour; cream the butter and sugar; add
eggs and milk. beating all the time; add ﬂour
to make a rather thicu batter. blavor with
one teaspoonful of lemon extract. Bake in
layers. After greasing the tins, sift on as
much ﬂour as will stick. When taken from
the oven. set for a minute on a wet cloth,
and it will turn out easily. For the frosting,
dissolve one cup of granulated sugar in
water, and boil until think. Add the well
beaten white of one egg. and sprinkle with

cocoanut. 1f ﬁg or raisin cake is desired,
use chopped raisins in the frosting. Cook
chopped ﬁgs with sugar and water until like
a paste, and use as frosting.

MRS. JEROME WAII‘E.

 

 

