FEBRUARY 197 



There should be no despair, though tears 



May flow down like a river. 

 Are not the best beloved of years 



Around your heart for ever ? 



They weep, you weep ; it must be so : 



Winds sigh as you are sighing, 

 And winter sheds its grief in snow 



Where autumn leaves are lying. 



Yet these revive, and from their fate 



Your fate cannot be parted. 

 Then journey on, if not elate, 



Still never broken-hearted ! 



I am told by young married women that so very 

 much attention has been given to cooking of late that 

 most girls of the leisured classes now know something 

 about it, or at any rate turn to books or go to some school 

 of cookery to learn ; but that they are quite ignorant about 

 training servants in other work, especially inexperienced 

 girls who have done more schooling than cleaning in their 

 childhood, and who think anyone can be a housemaid. 

 There is excellent instruction on many points in that 

 book I named before, ' How to be Happy though Married.' 

 It dwells, however, rather on management of husband and 

 house than actually on teaching the servants their duties. 

 A really well-housemaided room requires but very rarely 

 that terrible turning-out when everything is upside down 

 for a day, and things are mislaid, and some things are 

 never found again which is the terror of all masters 

 and mistresses. Two things are essential in a well-kept 

 house, and unfortunately they war against each other ; 

 one is continually having plenty of open windows, and 

 the other is a prevention of any accumulation of dust. 

 This can only be fought by continual wiping and dusting. 

 When the mistress of a house is looking through cup- 

 boards and larders, and insisting that they should be well 



