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MRS. HARRIOT T. CLARKE, Editor.
SOMEHOW OR OTHER WE GET ALONG.
The good wife bustled about the house,
Her faco still bright with a pleasant smile,
As broktn snitches of happy sing
Strengthened her heart and hand the while.
The good man sat in the himrey nook,
His little clay pipo within his lips,
And all ho'd made and all he hid lost,
Ready and clear on his linger Up",
"Good wile, I've just been thinking a bit.
Nothing has done very well tl is year;
Monty M bound to bo hard to get
Everjthinft'abouud to be very 1oirj
How the cattle are going to bo fed,
How we're to keep the boys at school,
Is kind of n debt and credit sum
I can't make balance by my rule.'1
She turned her around from thobsk'ng bread,
And she faced him with a cheerful laugh:
"Why, husband dear, one would think
That the good, rich wheat was only chaff.
As long as we are both well and strong;
I'm not a woman to worry a bit,
Somehow or oilier we get along.
"Into some lives some rain must fall,
Over atl lands tho storm must beat,
But when thn rains and storm are o'er,
Tho after sunshine is twice as sweet.
Through every strait we havo found a road,
In every grief we have found a sonc;
We hive had to bear, and had to wait.
Hut soiicbow or ther we get along.
'For thirty yars we'havo loved each other,
Stood by each other whatever befell;
Six boys have called us father and mother.
And all of them living and doing well.
Wo owe no man a penny, my dear,
We are both of us luv.ng and well and
strong.
Good man, I wish you would smoke again,
And think how well we've got along."
Ho filled his pipo with a pleasant laugh;
He kissed his wife with a tender pride;
He slid "I'll do as yon tell me, love,
I'll just count up on the other side."
She left him then with his better tho-ght,
And lifted her work with a low sweet voice,
A song that followed me many a year,
Somehow or other, we get alonp.t
A v. WOMAN'S FLEA.
Editor Home Circle :
A few lines from your homesick friend.
I am still in Oregon, not quite so home
sick, but very lonesome of Sundays, as
I was always used to go to meetings all
the year around in Kansas, whore we
lived before we cams here. I am get
ting over it somewhat, and I fear I will
get hardened too much and forget my
duty to my God and fellowship with
man. I havo written many letters in
my mind to the Circle, but I find that
is not very boneficinl, so I will take pen
and paper. "The Duty of Mothers," by
Mrs. Price, in your issue of April 18th,
is before mo. Her subject is n broad
and deep one I agreo with her in most
of her talk, and would like to have other
advice on it ; but our circumstances dif
fer so much that it would be a difficult
matter to lay a rule.for every one to live
by. Thero are so many foolish and
slandering items in tho papers About
woman that the boys grow up to look
on woman as being inferior to man, and
that they are weak-minded creatures
that are scarcely fit to mingle with the
lords of creation. If she undertakes to
do'any thing for her sex, she is made fun
of and jeered at for trying to take the
reins of government in her hands. If
she is a fashionable lady, she is still a
bunch of flummery, who is fixed .up to
bo gazed upon by man. I don't mean
tho Farmkr, but there is ono on tho
first page of a recent issuo who would
liko'to throw out a little slur, if ho knew
how to do it. Perhaps he forgets that
hia mother was a woman of like position
as wo are to-day. It is these little allu
sions that make it hard for woman to
rie; she feels the weight of oppression
on her shoulder ; when she tries to rise,
they pull her back; she meets them in
everyday life ; she meets it in churah ;
she meets it on tho streets ; she meets it
in tho glance of a group of men as fhe
goes by; she feels it tingling in hor
blood as she hears boasting mon and
boys laugh at her back as sho passes
by them. Although this is called a free
country, tho woman has not tho liberty
of conscience. Thero has been a great
deal of talk of "Young America" being
so impudent. I believe this more than
half the reason, because ho is not taught
to respect his mother, and in many in
stances where he is encouraged by tho
father to not mind hor, and that sho has
no business to order him. These are
not rare circumstances, but aro in high
as well as in low families. But I never
saw it in n Christian family so much.
This is one thing that I havo noticed
over since I have been largo enongh to
think about it
I have wondered at men that seemed
to be good men, but sometime through
the course of conversation, they would
bring out some slang on tho women, or
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were iiko sumo uiu woman. j. eriiups
I was sensithe, but those things always
sting mo. I beliovo that woman has a
patriotic heart, and in her mind she is
just as eager to soo her country riso and
progress as tho man does, though sho
may always keep it hidden in her breast.
Proclaim to-day that women are free,
and you will seo grandmother go to the
polls to vote. Proclaim to-day that Qpn
oral Sherman is a candidate for Presi
dent, or some other that led tho Northern
boy through the war, nnd grandma will
plead, saying "Let mo vote for him; let
me feel that I helped to elect the man
that led my eon through tho war and
safe home. Then I will ho roady to lav
this frail body down and die." I know
some one will say I havo deviated from
my subject, but these aro obstacles that
all women have to go through with ; they
are everywhere I have been. I do not
mean that all men aro so j not by any
means. Wo havo brave, honorable men
that will stand tho test ; that lovo their
country, thoir mothers, their wives and
daughters, and to these reaches the sting
that I havo alluded to; by three women
aro hold at their worth. I know that
we have women who shame the name of
woinaYi, and are to be pitied. Have we
not men as low? Then why lay tho
blame on all womon? Why not give a
helping hand and work together? Theic
are strong-minded and courageous wo
men who will press through all difflcul
ty nnd do thoir duty in spito of hin
drance; but tho young and, timid will
lise, look these things in tho f nee, and
say, "I am a girl; if I wero n boy, I
might prcts tlnough,' and sink in dis
couragement, take the fust thing that
comes along thnt ofl'ers a living, and so
settlo in tho current and glide down tho
stream of time.
Mrs. Price says, "If we would give
less time to frivolities and more time to
habits and health, it would help to re
form us." I agree with her, but here is
tho trouble : Thero aro women who in
vent these things for a living, and aro
piesenting them to us and our daugh
ters in every shop window ; and what
olso can wo do but buy them and- put
them on, wear them, think of them,
talk of them ; we havo nothing else to
do ; this is our sphere. We must begin
at tho root. Dress your daughter with
a plain and comfortable dress, and send
her to church. Sho will havo to bo
made of puro metal if she can stand it.
I have lived forty years, and havo seen
a good many changes of fashions, and
I have seen very few girls who did not
want to follow the fashions more or less.
I have nearly always found some good
suggestions in changes of fashion,
though I am not a fashionable woman;
and, on tho other hand, something that
was detestable. We must choose "the
good and reject the bad. Give them
something more noble to do, and these
things will gradually fall away. I be
lieve in taking caro of the body as well
as the immortal part. I am suffering
to-day no doubt from a hereditary dis
ease that originated from my grand
father. How am I to help it? The
question is, what will the third genera
tion from this be, if all the poisonous
trash is to be urged upon our children?
They don't have to buy it. It is given
to them, and boys unthoughtedly, un
knowingly uso them, until a habit is
formed before they aie awaro of it,
Mothers can advise, can pray, can do all
they can to prevent such things, but
when the father is using them at the
front door the boy will slip in at tho
back door. How can you say that those
things are poisonous when ho sees his
pa using them daily and does notdioT
Your hands aro bound, your heart
aches ; after all, you are but a foolish
minded woman, and sink down in your
helplossnoss. No, do not do that, but
struggle on. "Sho hath done what she
could" was written of ono of tho strug
gling ones in tho Bible.
While tho editor is trying to help the
men to farm and sow soed, Aunt Hetty
is trying to sow moral eeed that will
grow "long in tho future. Somo may
think it insignificant, but I think it will
bo as bread cast upon the wators. I like
the paper, and would bo very sorry to
Eee it on tho wane. S. C. W.
Here is a plan for housewives to clean
covers without wearing out their hands
scouring with sand. Take strong soap
suds a largo iron or brass kettle two
thirds full (what you boil your clothes
in will do); put tho lids in and boil them
about twenty minutes, with a weight
upon them to keep thorn down below
tho suds. Remove ono or two at a time,
and scrape with a case-knife all over
good j rinso in clear water and dry.
They will look whiter than if scoured
with sand, and remain cloan three weeks
with care. Tinwaro may bo cleaned
easily and nicely by boiling it a few min
utes in weak Jyo nnd rubbing with
ashes.
4Jj0t tyht jhililreij.
!CTA--JJ TC2.
THE CRI.KETS VIOLIN.
"Ah, me! "Ah. met" a cricket said,
"Graudmother Gray has gone to bed:
No one listens but little Fred
To nil tho tunes I pWy;
So I will hop away."
"I'll c'imbthe chimney, and begin
To play my dulcet violin.
Too long I've waited; 't is a sin
For genius thus to stay
Hid from the light of day! '
1'oor littlo Fred began to mom:
"Grandmother Gray, the cricket's gone!
And you and I are left alone!
AUs! I fear," he said,
"The Summer time is dead!"
With many a weary hop hop hop
-The crieket reached the chimney-top;
But, ah! tho peop'e did not stop!
Nono heard in all the din
Tho aricket's violin..
The cricket played in every key,
From do, fa, In, to do, ro, mi;
Frjui a, b c, to x, y, z,
He played both slow and fast
The heedless crowd went past.
Jick Frost came 'round and nipped his bow,
And then tho music was so low,
Tho cricket cried in tone of woe:
"Oh, frr the hearthstone bed,
Tho ears of little Fred!"
OUR LETTER BOX.
May is almost gone and yet there aio
oer bo many letters of April on hand.
Why is it that there were more letters
written in that month than any previous
ono? This sounds liko a conundrum,
and wo guess it is one that no ono can
successfully answer. Maybo it was tho
beautiful flowers and bright sunshine
that inspired each ono to wrjto as spring
first unfolded her sweet garb of leaf and
flown-, givinc each ono happy thoughts
that had to bo told.
Now, Anna has something to say on
this very thing in her letter, written on
the second day of April. Sho tells of
the greon meadows and spring flowers.
Yes, wo are glad to have a Jackson
county boy writo, for thero aro not many
letters from that direction. Wo are
glad to notice how kind and careful
Henry is to make his pony comfortable,
giving it something to eat while stand
ing so long waiting for his little master;
then better still, it has n. shelter from
cold and heat. Wo little think how
many times animals suffer from our own
want of thought. If animals could only
havo some way of telling thoir troubles
wo would hear many complaints of hun
ger and thirst. Aunt Hetty has a horse
named Tim, too; so tho namo is quilo
familiar.
Charles is quito a business boy and
seems to know all about farm affairs ; it
looks as if his father knew how to make
boys love the farm and meant to make
Charley a sort of partner by telling him
his plans and expectations. Somo par
ents cannot come down to tho boy, but
keep their children at arms length, as if
it was beneath the dignity of grown up
people to find companionship in their
society.
Johnnie lives in Canada, and so knows
nothing of our bright April days ; if ho
comes here ho may bo disappointed at
first, for there is always more in antici
pation than' is ever roalued, when ono
goes to a new country. It takes hard
work and energy to make a good home
anywheie.
Ernest must writo a longer letter next
timo, for there aro plonty of subjects to
writo about, if hn would only stop to
think.
Alta writes a good letter, and she must
not stop at this one, but try again.
Luko manages to toll a good deal in a
short letter, all of which is tho, result of
his own observation. A white robin was
a curious thing. It is always best to let
wild birds raise their own young, it is
seldom that a 'young bird lives- that is
taken from its nest; thoy aro not used to
the food we can give them, so it seems
cruel to try to raiso them. Wo have
heard of whito black birds occasionally
but nover a white robin.
Champoeo, Or., April 2, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
I am glad to seo tho Home Circle so
full of nico letters. Yesterday was April
fool (so they call it), and wo had lots of
fun fooling each other at school; wo
tried to fool tlfo teacher but wo couldn't
Ourbchool will be out in Juno; I lovo to
go to school ; our school contains thirty
scholars. I thank you very much for
printing my poorly written letter. Tho
more I read tho Homo Circlo tho
better I liko it. We organized a Sunday
School at Cliiuipoeg last Sunday and wo
got quito a lot to take part 'in it. Wo
are having nico weather now, the roads
aro getting dry and tho sun is boginning
to shine, the tree are budding out and
blooming ; how nico is tho spring of tho
year, how pleasant to take spring walks
out in tho green meadows and gather
flowrs. I will quit by asking a conun
drum: Why is n man that borrows
books like a merchant's clerk?
Anna Kirker.
Afi'i.EO.VTE, Or., April 0. 1884.
Editor Home Circle:
As I look over your paper and read
tho letters from tho little folks I thought
perhaps yon would like to hoar from a
little boy in Jackson county. T will bo
thirteen years old next October, tho 2-lth
day. I lnivo a little gray pony to ride to
school; our school is three miles away;
papa built mo a little stablo at tho school
house, and I take somo grain and feed
and water him every noon, his name is
Tim; I like our teacher very much, her
name is Annie Xolls. I havo a soro eye
at present and cannot attend school this
week. I pumpod water and got in wood
and built fires for mamma this morning
while she was washing. I have no brother
or sister to help me. The School Super
intendent stayed with us last night and
pupa went with him this morning to our
school. I remain your littlo friend,
Hen-ry A. Rrhkoit.. x
Dayton-, W. T., April 13, 1884.
Editor Home Circle:
As I havo nover written to tho Homo
Circlo I thought I would writo a few
linos. It is raining to-day; I am thir
toon years old j wo Hv thieu milos from
Dayton; I went to school lost winter,
wo had n good teacher and liked him
very well. School commences in tho
morning, wo will havo tho samo tcachor,
it is a lady, hor namo is Miss Hopkins.
I hac one littlo brother, ho is three years
old. Pa takos tho Farmer and wo liko
it tho best of all other papers ; ho takes
tho Columbia Cluoniclo and tho Stato
Journal. I have leai nod 200 verses; wo
havo threo canary birds ; my pa has got
his crop in, ho has sowed about 100
acres; he is going to summor-fallow a
good deal ; we own 320 acres, wo have
bought ICO acres but it is not paid for
yet. Wo all liko tho Farmfr; and when
we get through reading it I tako it over
to my grandma and sho reads it. Please
put my name on tho temperance loll. I
think I can answer Lenas riddle, it is a
river. I remain your littlo friend,
Charlie Wilkinson.
Perth, Ontario, April 14, 1884.
Editor Home Circle,: ' i
I havo never written to tho Homo
Circlo beforo; pa1 has been taking the
Farmer for about a year and we likoit
very much. Wo liro in Canada, provinoo
of Ontario, Porth county. Tho winters
helo are very long nnd cold, so pa thinks
ho will go to 'Oregon. Ho took tho Far"
mer so ho would get somo information
about the country. Wo sowed the first
spring wheat to-day. lam nearly 'thir
teen years of ago and passed an examina
tion for entrance to the High School last
December ; tho school is four miles from
homo ; I think I will go after harvest,
and my sister, too, she has gone to school
thero beforo ; my oldost brother went for
a long time, but he went to Orogon this1
spring ; ho lives in Marion county. Tho
weather is pretty cold hore yet. Wo
havo tlnoe calves and four lambs. I
havo two sietors and ono brother, but ho
is nway now and I havo none.
Yours respectfully,
Johnnie W. Aikexh.
Aumbvillk, Or., April 21, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
As I havo never written to tho Farmer
boforc I thought that I would, as all tho
other littlo boys and girls ore; I am
cloven ypars old; I am going to school;
thero aro thirty-sit scholars on tho roll.
Wo livo on a farm, wo havo not got ull
of our grain sown yet I havo not got
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Ernest E. Porter.
Codi'ro, Or., April 20, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
I am a littlo girl cloven years old ; I
go to school. I will toll fyou about my
pets : I have a deer, lamb and a cat, my
deer's namo is Nannie, my lamb's name
is 'Katie and my cat's name is Tab j my
youngest brother is thirteen years old,
ho has a shot gun, it cost fifty dollars j
ho has got n bird, its name is Bula ; my
youngest sister is nino years old, sho
goes to school with mo, she has some
pets, too. My brother and pa aro going
to Eugene to-morrow. Wo do not havo
Sunday school or church horo now. I
havo ono hen and eight littlo chickens;
my pa has an Irish better dog, when ho
kills n duck tho dog will bring it to pa,
the" dog's name is Kcno.
Your littlo friend, Alta Vauohan.
Editor Home Circle:
This is my first lcttor ; I am nino years
old ; I lead in tho third reader ; I have n
dog named Jack, ho likes to hunt and so
do I, ho is good todrivo cows ; I have a
young heifer, her namo is Rose; wo havo
lots of wild flowers up hero ; everything
is growing, crops look well. Sunday
school commences to-morrow ; our spring
school has not commenced yot, wo have
not got any teacher yet. I found n white
robin last summer, or ono that was in
a robin's no9t, it lookod liko a robin but
it was -.vlnto ; I wish somo ono would tell
what it was ; I took it and tried to raiso
it and a robin, but it would not oat nnd
died, so I let tho robin go. I set u dead
fall up stairs nd caught nine mice, pa
gave mo five cents for tho first ono and
n cont apiece for tho rest. Put my name
on tho tetnpoi anco roll ; I don't want to
uso tobacco either. I send ono of my
cards to Aunt Hetty. I feed tho chick
ens and carry in tho wood and water.
Moth or is waiting for me.
Lukh W. Wright.
Ai'RiL 12, 1884.
Editor Hume Circle:
I thought I would writo to tho Far
mer again ; it has been some timo Binco
I wrote. I go to school now ; I havo two
brothers, thoy aro older than mysolf ; I
have threo sisters ; my brothers stay at
homo and help pa mako garden. Fa
and ma are going out on their farm
across tho Columbia, they will start
Tuesday, and I will go with tljom and
drivo pno team; we are going to build a
Iioueo when wo got out thero ; it rained
somo this morning; I go to Sunday
school about every Sunday; my grandpa
tjtkes tho Farmer, ho likes it vpry well;
wo send it back to Wisconsin and lot tho
folks road it there. L. C. Koi.rif.
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