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Dear Editress :
Your editorials,accompanied by extracts
from Washington Irving’s Sketch Book, iu
July issue of Woman’s Work should be
read by every woman who bears the
sacred name of wife or contemplates as
suming this most responsible of all rela
tionships. What a happy illustration the
author of the Sketch Book gives of the true,
helpful wife. But, alas! living examples
of such wives—women who are real help
meets, who, if reverses come, as they
almost invariably do, will endeavor all
the more to make the home bright and
cheerful and the husband as comfortable
as possible with his misfortunes—l fear
are on the decline. The husband naturally
becomes despondent over his failure to
carry out his own intentions and those of
his wife; and if in addition to this, one
whose duty it is to cheer him under any
circumstances, grows sullen and
apparently censures the unfortunate man
—why I wonder that he has courage to
begin anew.
It women would cease to marry except
for “love’s sweet sake” alone they would
not allow such a trifle as loss of money to
cast a gloom over their homes; but rather
would go to work with a braver heart
and greater determination to assist in the
solution of the difficult problem.
But one girl will marry for position,
another for money and another because
her father is unable to support her and
she prefers marriage with a man of mod
erate means to earning her own livelihood,
seemingly unmindful of duties that will
occupy her time and thoughts as a wife.
The natural consequence is that when the
“moderate means” have disappeared and
love has never existed there is nothing
left to sustain them—they can only live
out a miserable existence together or
appeal to the divorce courts.
This reminds me of a conversation that
recently took place in my hearing between
two girls contemplating marriage to men
who are not their preference. One re
marked that she intended to marry to
please her family and she thought she
could get along all right, that she had “a
sight of endurance.” The other said her
home was unpleasant, that she was de
prived of the luxuries her betrothed cou.d
supply, hence she considered such a mar
riage preferable to remaining single and
being “dubbed an old maid,” of which she
had a horror.
One prevailing source of ill-assorted
marriages is that mothers allow their school
girls to receive attention from young
men or boys, and before their collegiate
course is completed the girls fancy they
are madly in love and of course the next
consideration is marriage. Some parents
foolishly consent without regard to their
daughter’s ignorance of happy home-mak
ing and domestic economy. It is quite
probable that this daughter at the age of
twenty-five or thirty would revolt at the
idea of marrying the same man she was
“madly in love" with in her teens. And
this love of association with the other sex
is often imbibed by parents allowing them
to “receive” before they reach their teens.
Thanks to Kate Carrington for her article,
Fashionable Familiarity, in August num
ber, in condemnation of this practice. I
advise mothers and daughters to give it a
careful perusal; and anything from that
author’s pen, for her productions are
always so practical, helpful and enjoyable.
Mrs. B. D. R.
Dear Editress :
1 suppose that one object of the cor
respondence department ot your popular
magazine is to point out and discuss such
characteristics of human nature as are
worthy of censure, in order that they may
be guarded against,and on the other'hand,
such as are commendable and praiseworthy,
that they may be admired and cultivated.
Certainly, if we wish to enjoy life, and
to be worthy of the esteem of others, we
must shun that which is evil, and pursue
and attain unto those things which are
good.
We are not to criticise the ugly traits of
other people with a fault-finding, censori
ous spirit, but in order that we may guard
ourselves and others against such traits.
We ought to be quick to perceive the good
which characterizes others, that we mav
emulate their example and encourage our
fellow-beings to do the same. Too many
are disposed, in an envious spirit, to pull
others down to their own level, rather than
to elevate themselves or anyone else.
What a trifling fellow human nature is !
But I intended to write on the very
prevalent practice of exaggeration in con
versation—the use of extravagant lan
guage in expressing our thoughts or in relat
ing facts. It is wonderful how silly many
make themselves appear in this way.
It would seem that they have studied no
other part of their mother-tongue, and
have studied this to absurd perfection.
Take a few expressions which are in very
common use, and let us comment a little
on each one.
“I never laughed so much in all my life;
I thought I would die laughing.”
Well, the probability is that you have
laughed fully as much many, many times;
for your friends know that a great deal ot
your life is spent in extravagant and silly
laughter.
Secondly, you really had no thought of
dying, or you would not have been so
hilarious.
“Well, I have seen a heap of ugly wo
men, but Ido declare she is the ugliest
woman I ever saw.”
Yes, you no doubt have seen a great
many ugly women, unless you’ve kept
your eyes shut most of the time as you’ve
journeyed along, for ugly ones abound in
this world; but the strong probability is
that many uglier than she have crossed
your path, ot whom you had not the same
cause to be envious as of the one alluded
to; and, moreover, perhaps you see one
more homely every time you look into a
mirror, all things being taken into con
sideration.
“I thought that man never would quit
preaching; I never was so tired in my
life; he preached two solid hours.”
But, my young friend, those who timed
him by the watch, say that he preached
just forty minutes. The difference was in
the fact that they were interested in the
sermon, and you were not. Besides, you
are in the habit of making just such asser
tions after having attended religious ser
vices; but you never tire of entertain
ments or indulgences of a worldly ard
sensual nature. Deplorable indication
this, as to your proclivities and prefer
ences.
How much better ’twould be, in our con
versation, to heed the Divine admonition:
“Let your moderation be known to all.”
Sister Prudence.
Dear Editress :
Is it not to be regretted that we. value
small things so lightly? Most of us are
ambitious to accomplish something great,
and not beihg able to do this, we think it
not worth while to attempt anything.
Not being able to write a book, is no
reason for you not writing a few lines to
some lonely heart, who would perhaps
cherish them more than words from the
pen of a most gifted author, simply be
cause of the kind interest that prompted
you to write them.
Because you are not rich and, therefore,
cannot bestow handsome gifts, do not fail
to give something. It is the motive that
is esteemed, not the actual value of the
article bestowed.
Who could fail to appreciate the shprt
stemmed blossom, plucked by childish
hands ? It may be one that possesses
fewer attractions than any other in the
garden of flowers, but it is presented by
baby, the gift being prompted by pure,
sweet love, and that is enough.
It may seem of trifling importance to al
ways speak a cheerful word to the passer
by, but a pleasant good morning may
gladden a heart the whole day through.
Going out for an afternoon stroll one
day, accompanied by a friend, I fully re
alized the effect that even a smile and bow
of recognition can have on one. It was a
lovely afternoon, and every one we
met seemed to feel the influence of
the invigorating sunshine. When our
walk was ended, we entered my home feel
ing quite cheerful and happy, my friend
remarking tnat she had enjoyed the jaunt
so much, for everybody seemed so friendly
And that does have so much to do with
one’s feelings I If you go out and receive
cool treatment from one person, though
others may have treated you kindly, that
unkind action cannot be forgotten, and it
casts a shadow over other pleasant
thoughts. Still, we should not dwell on
such things. Sometimes it is really an
unkind spirit that prompts such treat
ment, but often it is mere thoughtlessness
perhaps it is a troubled mind or a sick
body. Really, we all have our minds so
diverted at times, that we are not respon
sible for what we door say. I have heard
business men say that their minds were
often so thoroughly occupied that they
would pass acquaintances, look them
straight in the face, and still fail to show
any sign of recognition. Some sensitive
persons have their feelings wounded by
such treatment, and never forget it, so it
is our duty to avoid these thoughtless
ways, lest they prove to ns a source of
regret.
Pauline Atherton.
WOMAN’S WORK.
Dear Woman’s Work :
I do not come laden with much infor
mation, but I will give an economical
recipe for a delicious cocoanut custard.
It was one that mother used and 1 have
not forgotten that she had the reputation
of making the best her guests had ever
eaten. lam especially interested in the
domestic articles and culinary recipes that
appear in Woman’s Work, and think each
reader should contribute such information
as would be helpfu’ and suggestive. What
has become of Hannah Hughes? Her
recipes are so superior and valuable that I
regret for her to omit her contribution to a
single issue. Success to Woman’s Work,
her editress and her assistant corps. The
following is the recipe referred to above :
Two eggs, scant tablespoonful of butter,
two thirds of a cup of sugar, one cup of
sweet milk; one teaspoonful of cornstarch
and one and a half teacupfuls of cccoanut.
Flavor with vanilla or any extract pre
ferred. These quantities make a batter
sufficient for one custard. Bake in rich
pastry rolled very thin.
Beat the yolks and sugar together, stir
in the butter, add the cornstarch and milk
and lastly the cocoanut. Froth the two
whites until very stiff, beat into them
tour tablespoonfuls of sugar, (or three if
preferred not so sweet) flavor and use as
meringue. Mrs. Sarah Long.
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it! JloViV'l.' - S ap ! a i!l 1 'Y e 6 an ' JJ'Shland Mary. Little flowers. My sweetheart. Robin Adair. Ten o'clock
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n'T, hell- I have riches. Law. 8 None can tell. sfiuleAgreh. The fsher
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Billy boy. Dream on. In my cottage. Little 80-Peep. Old Tubal Cain. Speed away. The bridge
Bewn're ' loUrß ' Uni?l W t h y .°"i" kJ' J’ ore! '• , OldKingCfle. Shabby genteel. The watermill.
K. Dream song In the starlight. Love, .ove, love. Oye tears. Seesaw. Unspoken.
Baby mine. k. Ever of thee. I saw thee weep. Little Barefoot. O fair dove. Sweet home. Ws.wst, wst.
Pclm^"! I } d n n - farewell, ladies. In the gloaming. Light and gay. Our flag is there. Swiss boy, When I behold.
Beautiful bells. I lying trapeze. Jolly raftsmen. Market chorus. Old Grimes. Seventy-two. Ye merry birds!
A C ?! ne k la u<Hord, fill Keep a hammering O joy, O day of joy. The soldier’s return. Too late, too late.
a nwrmo»'hnM ay ' *he flowing bowl. into my soul. Oh, this sweet flute. Ten little niggers. The standaril watch.
'a',l !1. r d ' Cruelty to Johnny. Let me dream again. Old Resin the beau. The viear or Bray. The maiden's vow.
Adieu, dear home. Come, let sto bed. Little Mias Muffett. Over the mountain. Three blind mice. The Danube river.
a i wood - Dost thou love me. Looney Mactwolter. Rataplan chorus. The old maid's ball. The standing toast.
“n Mavourneen. Dreammgof home. Little Jack Horner. Robinson Crusoe. The musical wife. The mason's creed.
il 8 b,le ' S. 18 *? r 8 Hornpipe. Loudon’s woods. , Rock a bye baby. The one dear face. The sun is setting.
Til l |k«i! e rim , ’ a "‘ Foiyive and forget. Little Maggie May. Sing, darkles, sing. The shipwright. They all love Jack.
SH 8 ° ,tini " re - Fortune may frown. Life let us cherish. Stop dat knocking. The broken penny. The key of gold.
Bacon and greens. lading, still fading. Love a ntornella. Simon the cellarer. The open window. Widow McCarty.
S™ec saddr ess. Father Abbey s wifi. Light of other days. Strike the cymbal. The love sick boy. Widow Malone?
Brose and butter. Hours there were. Marseilles hymn. Speak tender words. The convent cell. White cockade.
nIUIJJn n" g t- Hear me, Norma. Maggie by my side. Star of Bethlehem. The sound of harps. When I was a lad.
Begone dull care. In happy moments. My mother s Bible. Solomon s temple. The family Bible? When other lips and
n! Ai S ,i m ( ?' ds ehorusil JFpray forthee. My little wife and t. She is so innocent. The carrier dove. other hearts?
ncUlllUv h WI 1 see them on their My heart and lute. See, comrades, see. The soldier’s tear. Washing day.
Beware of beautyA I winding way. Matrimonial sweets. The cobbler's end. The galley slave. Whoa, Emma.
£?! '”® thl,,e own - IU be true to thee. My grandmother. The used up man. The mellow horn. Warblings at eve.
nUml’i b y ’ ? VL er ' li oeko Hazeldean. My pretty yellar gal. The bird let loose. The brave old oak. Yes, let us dance.
0 v e ; fo l h F r - I K l ,ow you ,*! ot that < Nothing hire grog. The sweetest hours. The little;brown jug. Yankee girls.
V E’ lll- r ini nycastle. Near the ramparts. The minstrel boy. The old arm chain Young Agnes., , i
Castles ii the air. iLove that slumbers. ‘No wine, no wine. The red, red rose. The old barn gate. Zip Coon?
Ah, could las a soldier. Footprints in the snow. Little Annie Rooney. Prayer during battle. The maiden's praver.
Ah, when of gay guitars. From my light canoc. Little maid of Arcadee. Rob Roy MacGregor. The long, weary day.
'!l y lo Y e > a "' ak e. Fromfair CTovence s soil Lightflitting shadow. Rose, charming Rose. The Switzer's fare we IL
ch °„ ly A n a A Bea '.u • i Let's give three cheers. Sing a song of sixpence. The queer little man.
A lifeontheocean wave. Grandmother s lesson. Love among the roses. Sparking Sunday night. The rooster in the bam.
Al by ?’ h ? wd * d £ „> 7 Bible leads to glory. Song of the skylark? The bloom is on the ri.
ai! 1 Fliza. His heart is true to Poll. My mother s portrait. Spring, gentle spring.’ The tears that night and
w..V01U 1 ?’ He never said beloved. Maryland, my Maryland. Switzer's song of home. morning.
n ,boße Happy ore we darkies. My dear old wife and I. Scenes thatare brightest. The rose and shamrock.
T > i e ’> could 1 be Melodies of many lands. Scarcely could I believe. The little flsher maiden.
£ r *; ?*i le greenwood. with either. Mollie, put the kettle on. The dawningof the day. Whirper in the twilight.
But in that fatal moment, illarpax, the merchant. Mr. Grimgruflinhoff. The laird o'Cockpen. Where are you going.
Birth of Saint Patrick. Hickory, dickory, dock. My bonny Mary Dee. There'll never be peace. my pretty maid.
Blue bell of Scotland. | Here sto the maiden. Mother’s last request. Three children sliding Work? niggers, work.
Bluebonnets are over; Home of my heart. My blue-eyed Geraldine, ontheice. When good King Arthur.
the border. Hard times come again Merry mountain maids. The girl that keeps the When red leaves fall.
Battle of Otter Bourne. nomore. Norah, lam waiting. peanut stand. Whodat callin'so sweet.
Comm thro the rye. He is an Englishman. Not alwayswealthyields Therewasan old woman We'd better bide a we.
Christmas bells at sea. How fickle women are.' pleasure. who lived in a shoe. Whiskers five a bag.
Come rest in this bosom. Hope brightly beams. NelHe of the hazel dell. The widow in a cottage Where hasourboy gone?
Charley over the water. [Happy hours at home. Ne c the banks of that by the sea. When Bridget goes out
Come under my plaidie. I dreamt that I dwelt. [ .one river. There was a maid went on the mash.
Do not oust him down. 11l hang my harp on a Nothing true but heaven, to the mill. When one's conspiring.
!l on ! ; or «et old Ireland, willow tree. Over the brigjit blue sea. The monkey's wedding. Where’s Rosanna gone?
Don t leave me, Johnnie. lam dreaming of thee. On to the field of glory. Tis all that I cun say. Where was Moses ?
Darling, good-night. I saw Lean kissing Kate. Oft in the stilly night. The picture on the wall. When the quiet moon ia
Don t you go, Tommy. I haven tscen him lately. Oh, would I were a bird. That's the idea exactly. beaming.
Die wacht am Rhein. Ive nothing else to, do. .Oh, childhood's happy Tis better not to know. Why chime the bells so
Dei deutschen faterland. |ls it anybody's business?! dwelling. Thou'rt like a flower. merrily?
Don t forget to write. Irish washerwoman. One lock of hair. . Twickenham ferry. When you and I were
Down in a coal mine Just to pay our respects, O, whistle and 111 come Take backthe heart. young, Annie.
Flowers of the forest. to Magmness. | to you, my lad. The heart bow’d down. With joy my heart. /
farewc toLochaber. John Anderson, my Jo. Oh, steer my bark to The bride’s farewell. We never speak as we
Farewe Ito Ballochmyle. Joys that we ye tasted. | Erin’s isle. The minstrel’s return. pass by. /
Farewell to the forest, i Kiss me quick and go. Oh, George, the boat’s The old oaken bucket. Ye high born Spanish
Freedom, God and right.' Kinloch of Kinloch. ‘ tippingover. The letter in the candle. nobleman.
Adimral s song. [train? In good old colony times. O. dear, what can the matter be? Twas off the blue Canaries.
Ah, where is now the courtly I m leaving thee in sorrow. On, I should like to marry. The battle cry of freedom.
Ah, ti i you, Madame Barras. I heard a wee bird singing. Oh, why do you tease us ? Three Ashers went sailing.
Ain I not fondly thine own / I cannot sing the old songs. On the neach at Brighton. The merriest girl that’s out.
Ail among the summer roses. I love the merry springtime. Ole Bull and Dan Tucker. There’s a smile waiting for me,
Annie o the bunks o Dee. I little dreamt when first I saw. Over the back yard fence. The wandering Savoyard.
A man s a man tor a that. I m o’er young to marry yet. Our Jack's come home to-day Take me back to Switzerland.
A wet sheet anil a flowing sea. Ima dounfor lack o’Johnnie. Pussy cat,where haveyou been? Thou art gone from mv gaze.
Bannocks o barley meal. I xvould I wereacareless child. Pulling hard against the str’m. The light in Nellie’s eve£
Bonnie ran the burn ie doun. If I had but a thousand a year. Roy’s wife o’ Aldivalloch. The banks of Allan water.
Barney, leave the girls alone. 111 meet you by the streamlet.. Red, red is the path of glory. The girl what I calls mine.
l»y the blue Alsatian mount ns. [ saw her in the violet time. Saint Patrick was a gentleman. The shamrock, thistle and
i c ” eeee ? n .d kisses, 1 whistle and wait for Katie. Strong faith and perfect love. Think of me never more.
Behold the morn is breaking. Jack Sprat could eat no fat. Starry night for a ramble. Thia unhappy, fatal marriage.
Come with the gipsey bride. ’Jack and Jill went up the hill. She wore a wreath of roses. Underneath thy lattice, love.
Come hasta to the wedding. Jessie, the flower o' Dumblanc.'See the conquering hero comes. Will you love me then as now-
Come sing me that sweet air. Joy once more fills my breast, j Sound the trumpet boldly. What's a’ the steer kimmer
Columbia, gem of the ocean. Just within the harbor bar. The Indian’s ucath song. Within a mile of Edinboro*
Come in and shut the door. KingWitlafs drinking norn. ;Though years have passeu. town.
Captain with his whiskers. Kind words can never die. The harp that once through Way down south in Alabama.
Could we but linger there. K issing over the garden wall. Tara's halls. When the days grow long ag'n.
Downy jail birds of a feather. I.ittle man and little maid. ’Tis the last rose of summer. What route you’re gwine to
Dear little innocent things |d st , en ?.° ! h e nightingale. The green fields of America. take for Zion ?
Dars a lock on de chicken Little bird on the green tree. The wake of Teddy the tiler. We II raise de roof tonight.
coon door. Light divine around metalling. The bonnie Earl of Murray. When mother puts the little
Douglas, tender and true. * Make me no gaudy chaplet. The bonnie blink o*Mary’s e’e. ones to bed.
Do coon s salvation army. My home in yonder valley. The Campbells are coming. What light pleasing fancies.
Do they think of me at homo. Mother, waten the littie feet. The Scottish emigrants farew’l. With thy prophetic oracle.
Elegy on Madame Blaize. .Mountain maid’s invitation. , Those tassels on the boots. Will you come to the bower
J ive o clock m the morning. My heart issair for somebody. Three things are sought for. When we went gipsevine
Flow gently,.sweet Afton.. My Johnny was a shoemaker. There was an old woman. When I can read mv title
t i>h of all kinds she carried. |My Ove she’s but a lassie yet. Tom, Tom. the piper's son. When stars are in quiet skiea.
(.icon grow the rushes, O . MyJove waits there for me. The charmingyoung widow. When in robes of white
(.ood niffht, andjoy wi you a’.! Nobody going to marry me. The balance of the scales. Woodman, spare that tree
Gallant Jamie went a wooing. Oh, haste crimson morning. The butterfly and the rose. When the swallows homeward
Hark, hark, the dons do bark. Oh, take me back to Switzerl’d. The merry maiden and the tar. fly. warn
lie stole my tender heart away. O had I wings like a dove. There’s no home like my own When the corn is wav’ff Anni«_
Ive gazed on beauty s brow. Ona green bank, gentle Mary. The gallant Thunderbomb. What will you do love?
lam a blithesome maiden. O, Charley is mv (lading. The star spangled banner. Won’t you tell me why. Robin?
It was here m accents sweetest..O,Williebrewedapecko 7 mautiThe man inthe moon is look’g. Willie, we have vot?
I come from a happy land. O, lassie, art thou sleeping yet? The conspirator’s chorus. We ar J coming, sister Ma tv
I have tried not to love you. jOh, are ye sleeping, Maggie ? The kiss behind the door. ]We sail the ocean blue.
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