It is with pleasure that I enclose you the results of my observations at my second visit to the "Hidden Menagerie." Having made one visit there, the results of which you already have, and spent much time in "sight seeing," I did not think it possible that a second visit could result in so many new discoveries, but although my first visit revealed more than the required 71 animals, etc., I now find more than at first and "no two alike." I enclose you list of 79 specimens of the "animal kingdom" found in "The Funniest Show on Earth." MRS. E. W. C. Westfield, Mass.

Enclosed you will find a list of the creatures in the "Hidden Menagerie." It has been great fun looking them up, and I trust you will excuse me for saying that you are to be congratulated upon having such ingenuity in this department. A. S. C. MALDEN, MASS.

I have been a very faithful attendant at your "Hidden Menagerie," published in your last issue, and send the accompanying list to show the result of my numerous visits. I have enjoyed the study in Natural History very much, and trust that my labors will not have been quite in vain. MRS. M. H. D.

ST. LOUIS, Mo.

I am very much pleased with your Puzzle Department, as well as with your paper in general, the first number of which I received recently. E. S. W.

FREEPORT, ILL.

Our first visit was necessarily somewhat hurried, but we have now patiently examined every cage and case, with the help of magnifying glasses, and have faith to believe we have discovered all the queer specimens collected for our amusement and instruction. Best wishes to the one who finds more. F. C. B. WORCESTER, MASS.

A newspaper writer says: I have never attempted sending any solutions of the many enigmas, etc., which you have offered from time to time in GOOD HOUSEKEEPING, which comes to our table regularly, and of which we cannot speak too highly. We have drawn from it many times for our own "Housekeeping" column, greatly to the profit and interest of our readers. Having looked over the "Hidden Menagerie" in No. 100 in the little time I have been able to take from work in our own office, I venture to send the result. MRS. J. M. S. W.

PORTLAND, ME.

OR HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY.

Honestus Woodman's cottage stood
Just by the margin of a wood,
Through which a river, deep and slow,
By old trees shaded, used to flow.
He was not rich, this Mr. Woodman;
But yet, he was an honest, good man,
Who got his living by his labor;
And lazy Cheathim was his neighbor.
Two little Woodmans, a boy and girl—
Though 'twas now quite late in autumn-
Went daily to a distant hall,
Where a good lady lived who taught 'em.
John's summer jacket, patched and thin,
(For Mrs. Woodman did not patch ill.)
Was fastened up close to the chin;
And then, because he had no satchel,
He carried their Reader beneath his arm,
That nothing bad might soil or knock it :
While nuts and apples from the farm,
And their luncheon, stuffed his pocket.
One morning early, Woodman rose,
At just what hour no one knows;
But up he routed little Max,

To come and help him grind his axe-
For in such cold and frosty weather,
His family, if kept together,

Would almost freeze, and that he knew well,
Without a good supply of fuel.

And finding it grow cold and colder,
He took his axe upon his shoulder,
Then out he went, and near the brook,
His stand beside a tree he took.
'Twas large-one of the largest oaks,-
And long the sturdy Woodman's strokes,
As on its trunk with force they fell,
Through all the forest echoed well.
At last, a good deal out of breath,
Though not, as boys say, "tired to death,"
Honestus Woodman thought it best
To stop a little while and rest.
But turning to sit down, he tripped
Against his axe, and in it slipped.
Down, down it sunk: his axe was gone :
And thus, aloud, he made his moan.

"Alas! alas! my axe is lost!
An axe I valued as a brother!
An axe that so much money cost!
Ah me! where shall I get another?"
Perhaps my readers ought to know,
That these things happened long ago,
In days of fable-those old times
That poets tell of in their rhymes-

D. G. B.

When sylphs rode round on every breeze,
When oreads danced on cliff and mountain;
When dryads dwelt in hollow trees,
And naiads lived in brook and fountain.

Now, when the water-nymph had drunk
The wave where Woodman's axe had sunk,
Heard his lament, she took her clothes,
And put them on, and gently rose ;
And, when she saw him looking at her,
She asked him what could be the matter,

He told her frankly all about it:

'My friend," said she," I do not doubt it;

I heard it plunge; and, though it lies

Below the reach of mortal eyes,

Be of good courage I never mind it

I'll down, and see if I can find it."

She sank-almost as quick as thought
She rose again, and with her brought
An axe of silver. The rich prize
She held up before Woodman's eyes,
And, with a smile and courtesy,
"Is this the axe you lost?" said she.
"Oh no!" said he, and shook his head.

"Well, then," the smiling naiad said,
"Here, on the bank, let this remain,
And I'll go down and try again."
She sank; and, instantly, behold,
Up came she, with an axe of gold!

Pure, solid gold-the helve-the head.
"Is this the axe you lost?" she said.
"Oh, no, no, no!" the man replied,
"This is not my old axe "--and sighed;
66 This is of very different ore,
And worth, no doubt, a great deal more,
And much more brightly does it shine,
But 'tis not mine-no, 'tis not mine."
"Indeed said she, well, let this lie
With that one, and once more I'll try."
She sunk:-she rose above the tide.

"Ay! that's my axe," the Woodman cried
As soon as she could raise and show it
"I know it is," said she, "I know it!

I thought your honesty to try;

And since you cannot tell a lie,

At least, sir, since you have not told one,
The steel, the silver axe and gold one
Are all your own: to all the three
You're welcome, for your honesty."
She ceased, and sunk; and Woodman gave
His last look at the closing wave,
Then homeward turned.

And now he sought

Out of the cash his axes brought
To have his family warmly clad,—-
And thus their grateful hearts make glad.
In his nice clothes, his neighbor Cheathim
Chanced, soon after this, to meet him:
Now Cheathim was a ragged drone-
Hat almost brimless-coat he'd none-
And when he saw the bran r..w suit,
So perfect all, from hat to boot--
And also learned how he came by it,
He thought he'd go himself and try it-
He thought he'd go and lose his axe.
So, following in his neighbor's tracks,
He reached the tree, without once stopping,
Which bore the marks of Woodman's chopping.
He cut away awhile, then stopped-
And, looking round, his axe he dropped
Into the stream. Down, down it went,
And down sat Cheathim to lament;
In loud and well-dissembled tone,
Repeating Woodman's very moan.
"Alas! alas! my axe is lost!
An axe I valued as a brother!
An axe that so much money cost!
Ah me! where shall I get another?"

Scarce had he finished, when, behold,
From the deep stream that was so cold,
By this time, that it almost froze,
The beauteous water-spirit rose.

She asked him why so loud he cried;

He answered “Oh, in this deep tide
I've lost an axe, ma'am, that I prize;
Ay-as I do my very eyes,

And as the weather is so cold,
And I am getting rather old,

I fear to plunge into this river:

The thought's enough to make me shiver.
My axel ah, sadly shall I rue it,

If some one will not help me to it;
Can you not now, my dear, good naiad,
Go down and get the axe that I had?"
"I'll see," replied the naiad fair.

She sunk :-she rose; and, high in air,
Held up an axe of purest gold.

"Ay that's my axe," said he.-"Hold! hold!"

The genius of the river cried,

"I am not cheated though you've lied. This axe is mine; as for your own, Which you so piteously bemoan,

If ever you again would view it,

No doubt you'll find it where you threw it :
Mine I shall lay upon my shelf;

And you may dive for yours, yourself."

MORAL.

Those who to Truth's strict laws adhere,

Will ever be esteemed most dear

Though Fortunes's gifts may not come fast,

She'll compensate them well at last.

While those disposed to trick and fraud,

Will ever meet a just reward;

Though with success they lie and cheat,
The felon's fate at last they'll meet.

The "copy" which our Bucyrus correspondent sends us, is a well-thumbed illustrated copy of "The Book of Fables,” without cover and with dog's ears, and bears evidence of having long been a household treasure. "The Woodman" has five illustrations and is supplemented by " Arrogance Rebuked ""The Bird's Lesson" "Borrowed Importance" "The Dove," a Parable for Little Girls" "The Foolish Lamb" and "Who Stole the Bird's Nest ?" all but one of them being "illustrated" in what was doubtless "the highest style of the art" in its day and generation. We have no doubt it is valued as highly by its owner as was the gold axe of the Woodman, and we have handled it with tenderness and care, "on account of the little hands that once turned over its leaves."—Editor of GOOD HOUSEKEEPING.

GOOD WORDS FOR GOOD HOUSEKEEPING.

We have seen several numbers of GOOD HOUSEKEEPING which we thought were as good a thing as could well be, but the last number is better than any of them. We have looked over the table of contents in vain in an effort to pick out three or four articles for special commendation, but honestly we could not choose. We wish every one of our subscribers whose wife is a good housekeeper-there is no use in wasting such a magazine on poor housekeepers-would have faith enough in our judgment to send ten cents to GOOD HOUSEKEEPING, Springfield, Mass., for a sample copy.-Western Recorder.

An Indianapolis correspondent of the Uniontown, Pa., Republi can-Standard, writes as follows: "I have bought every number of GOOD HOUSEKEEPING for years and would not be without it. More real enjoyment and help is gained from its pages than from anything else I read. It is a practical, every day help. I take up the latest number and read an article while I hold my baby, and if I find no more time to read, I have inspiration for the whole day, making me content, reminding me that the sphere of housekeeper and home-maker is a noble one, and diminishing the size of the many worries which present themselves to busy housewives and mothers."

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SOME INSECT PESTS OF THE HOUSEHOLD. BY C. V. RILEY, PH. D., GOVERNMENT ENTOMOLOGIST.

2. THE TRUE CLOTHES-MOTHS.

"And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment, that is motheaten."-Job, xiii, 28.

HE true clothesmoths are the housekeepers' dreads, in parts of the country where the Buffalo-bug is not known, and they flourish, though with diminished prominence, through comparison with the Buffalo-moth, in all sections. They are cosmopolitan insects, having been carried in clothes to all parts of the world, and no one of them is indigenous in the United States, so far as we know. The greatest confusion existed until within recent years as to the proper nomenclature of the species noted for their damage in this country, and as a striking example I may state that Dr. Packard, in his well-known "Guide to the Study of Insects," under the head of "The Common Clothes-moth," describes the larva, case and pupa of one species, the moth of a second, and gives it the name of a third. Some years ago I sent a number of specimens to Lord Walsingham of Merton Hall, England, a world-famous authority upon these small insects, and cleared up, with his assistance, the confusion then existing. About the same time Prof. C. H. Fernald, then of Orono, Maine, now of Amherst, Mass., also performed the same task with Lord Walsingham's assistance.

From these investigations we learn that there are three distinct species of clothes-moths common in this country, all of which are of European origin. They are somewhat similar in the larva and pupa states and all lay minute pale yellowish ovoid eggs or nits on the stuffs which they attack and injure; but they differ somewhat in the moth

Fig. 1.-Tinea pellionella-enlarged (original)-a, adult; b, larva; c, larva in case. or imago state. The statements of habits which are here given are for temperate regions; in more southern regions and in houses kept uninterruptedly warm by furnace or steam heat there is danger of continued injury during winter, and an increased number of generations, where ordinarily in more northern regions there is cessation of injury during the cold season.

The common case-making species is properly called Tinea pellionella Linn. The species which makes a gallery of the substance on which it is at work should be known as Tinea tapetzella Linn, while the third species, which does not make a case, but in transforming constructs a cocoon by webbing together bits of the substance upon which it feeds should be called Tineola biselliella Hummel.

Perhaps the commonest of these in more northern regions is the case-bearing species (7. pellionella), shown at Fig. 1.

Its habits may thus briefly be stated: The small light brown moths, distinguished, as shown at 1a, by the darker spots at intervals on the wings, begin to appear in May and are occasionally seen flitting about as late as August. They pair and the female then searches for suitable places for the deposition of her eggs, working her way into dark corners and deep into the folds of garments, apparently choosing by instinct the least conspicuous places. From these eggs hatch the white, soft-bodied larvæ (see Fig. 1b), each of which begins immediately to make a case for itself from the fragments of the cloth upon which it feeds. The case is in the shape of a hollow roll or cylinder and the interior is lined with silk (see Fig. 1c). As they grow they enlarge these cases by adding material to either end and by inserting gores down the sides which they slit open for the purpose. The larva reaches its full-growth toward winter and then, crawling into some yet more protected spót, remains there torpid through the winter within its case, which is at this time thickened and fastened at

either end with silk.

I have known these larvæ in autumn to leave the carpet upon which they had fed, drag their heavy cases up a 15-foot wall and fasten them in the angle of the cornice of the ceiling. The transformation to pupa takes place Fig. 2-Exochus tinea-enlarged (original). within the case the following spring and the moths soon afterward issue. Such is the life round of the first species. It feeds in all woolen cloths and also in hair-cloth, furs and feathers. Curiously enough a little parasite sometimes enters the house and lays its eggs in the destructive larvæ. The accompanying drawing (Fig. 2) was made from specimens received from Michigan. It may be known as Exochus tineæ.

The next species-Tineola biselliella-makes no case, but, when ready to transform constructs a cocoon mainly from fragments of the material upon which it has been feeding. It spins a certain amount of silk, however, wherever it goes: It is the most common species at Washington, and so far as my experience goes in the Southern States it is generally fond of the same substances upon which the former feeds and is quite as vora

cious. A curious instance was brought to

my attention in 1884, Fig. 3.-Tineola biselliella-enlarged (original)—a, in which a large stock adult; b, larva; c, cocoon and empty pupa-skin. of feather dusters was completely ruined by this species, while I have often had fine camel's-hair brushes ruined by it when they have been left lying loose in drawers. Its life round is much the same as that of the species just described, but it is commonly believed that there is more than one generation annually in southern latitudes. The parent moth (Fig. 3a) is of a delicate straw-color and has no black spots. The larva is shown at 36 and at 3c. I have figured the cocoon with the empty pupa-skin protruding from its extremity.

The moth of Tinea tapetzella-the last species-is readily distinguished from the others by the fact that the front wings are black from the base to the middle, and white beyond. The white portion is often clouded with dark gray. The

habits of this species are much the same as in the others except that the larva forms for itself a silken gallery mixed with

fragments of cloth and thus destroys much more material than it needs for food. It remains hidden within some part of the gallery and retreats to another portion when alarmed. It transforms

Fig. 4.-Tinea tabetzella-enlarged (original). to pupa without other covering than the gallery affords. This is probably the species mentioned by Pliny and referred to in Holy Writ. The moth is shown at Fig. 4.

And now as to the question of remedies: During the latter part of May or early in June a vigorous campaign should be entered upon. All carpets, clothes, cloth-covered furniture, furs, and rugs should be thoroughly shaken and aired, and, if possible, exposed to the sunlight as long as practicable. If the house is badly infested or if any particular article is supposed to be badly infested, a free use of benzine, in the manner mentioned in my last article, will be advisable. All floor cracks and dark closets should be sprayed with this substance. Too much pains cannot be taken to destroy every moth and every egg and every newly-hatched larva, for immunity for the rest of the year depends largely-almost entirely-upon the thoroughness with which the work of extermination is carried on at this time. The benzine spray will kill the insect in every stage, and it is one of the few substances which will destroy the egg. I would, however, repeat the caution as to its inflammability. No light should be brought into a room in which it has been used until after a thorough airing and until the odor is almost dissipated.

The proper packing away of furs and winter clothing through the summer is a serious matter. A great deal of unnecessary expenditure in the way of cedar chests and cedar wardrobes and various compounds in the way of powders has been urged by writers on these pests. But experience fully proves that after a thorough treatment in May or June, garments may be safely put away for the rest of the season with no other protection than wrapping them closely in stiff paper, to preclude infection through some belated female. My assistant, Mr. L. O. Howard, tells me of an excellent plan which he has adopted. He buys for a small sum from his tailor a number of paste-board boxes in which they deliver suits, and his wife carefully folds and packs away all clothes, gumming a strip of wrapping paper around the edge of the cover so as to leave no crack. These boxes will last for a life-time with careful use. Others use for the same purpose ordinary paper flour sacks or linen pillow-cases, which answer well. The success of these means depends entirely on the thoroughness of the preliminary work. Camphor, tobacco, naphthaline and other strong odorants are only partial repellants and without the precautions urged are of little avail.

Cloth-covered furniture which is in constant use will not be harmed, and the same may be said of cloth-lined carriages. Where such furniture is stored away or kept unused in a dark room or where the carriages are left in a dark coach-house through the summer, at least two sprayings with benzine, say once in June and once about August 1, will be advisable. Another plan which will act as a protection in such cases is to sponge the cloth linings and covers, on both sides where possible, with a dilute solution of corrosive sublimate in alcohol made just strong enough not to leave a white mark on a black feather.

The illustrations in this article are taken in advance from Insect Life, the periodical bulletin of the Division of Entomology, United States Department of Agriculture.

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EASTER IN THE OLDEN TIME.

OLD WAYS THAT DO NOT ALTOGETHER DIE OUT.

ENT is and has always been a gray time; everything is subdued and serious, and there is a sort of repression in the very air, as if the world waited expectantly. It is a saying with English Church people that Ash Wednesday is the coldest, dreariest day in the year, and truly the atmosphere seldom contradicts the opinion. How glorious by contrast is the day when all the dull tints and solemn chants are cast aside and tone, color, and happy thoughts merge into the grand triumphal anthem in which nature and humanity express relief from the strains of chill winter and joy in receiving spring.

It is an old superstition that the sun dances upon Easter morning, and that anyone who rises at four o'clock and looks toward the East can see the marvelous jig. There are persons living who will stake their veracity upon having witnessed this sight, but the writer cannot personally avouch more than that she has seen the sun's reflection quiver in a pan of water.

The word Easter is taken from the Saxon "Oster," meaning to rise, and in every possible way is the idea of a resurrection shown forth, at this time, even to the practice anciently followed in England of putting out all the fires and lighting them on Easter-eve from consecrated flints preserved in the churches especially for this purpose. It was popularly supposed that the holy fire thus obtained would avert storms.

Upon Easter-eve, called Holy Saturday, great preparations were made for the coming feast. Trifles, clotted-cream, green sauce, and eggs were set forth in great array. But woe unto the luckless mortal who tasted of anything before sundown of Easter-eve.

A last century custom at Oxford was to have the first dish brought in on Easter day consist of a red herring, arranged by the cook to represent a man riding on horseback and set in a salad. And they ate gammon and spinach also, to show their abhorrence of Judaism.

The North of England as well as Ireland teemed with singular usages. In Yorkshire the young men of the villages had a custom of taking off the girls' buckles on Easter Monday and on Tuesday the girls returned the compliment by depriving them of theirs. On Wednesday they were redeemed by little forfeits, and this occasioned a feast, in which the Tansy cake played a part. the Tansy cake played a part. It was made from butter, sugar, sherry, cream, and tansies, a bitter herb used by the Jews at their Passover to purge from sin. It was certainly good for indigestion and particularly beneficial to the stomach in the spring.

At one time it was usual to divide two great cakes in the churches between the young people, but in 1645 Parliament ordered instead that the cake-money should be spent for bread for the poor. In this case the French mandate was turned around and those who could not get cakes took bread.

But the young people consoled themselves in many ways. One of the queer sports in vogue was "heaving," or lifting persons bodily and carrying them about, after which a forfeit was claimed. The Plantagenet king, Edgar Longshanks, himself set the fashion, by suffering his gentlemen to lay hands upon him, and the country people followed suit enthusiastically. On Monday the women "heave" the men and on