TASTING CHOCOLATES. 
T is authoratively stated that the consumption of 
cocoa and chocolate has doubled in this country 
within five years. Exhibitors do not fail to make use 
of the opportunities at food shows and elsewhere to 
show their goods and urge them on the public by 
samples at hand to taste and thus to carry away to 
their homes. The World’s Fair is to such exhibitors 
only a greater food show, and they have made much 
of this chance to do “ missionary work,” as Holland 
regards the introduction of these goods into America. 
One enthusiastic writer, late from Chicago, seemed 
more impressed with the pavilions and temples worked 
out with chocolate “bricks,” pillars, etc., than with 
all other portions of the great exhibit. It has been 
said that the Fair is doing wonders in educating people 
in everything that pertains to the production, prep¬ 
aration, advantages and uses of cocoa. One exhibitor 
thinks a million persons will drink chocolate or cocoa 
for the first time whiie visiting the Fair. Samples are 
presented us at the food shows, together with adver¬ 
tising literature. The Van Houtens, Blookers and 
Metiers are the great foreign advertisers, both in 
current periodicals and at the exhibit. The long- 
established house of Baker & Co., and Maillard of 
New York are not behind competitors from abroad 
in enterprise. The exhibits of these last are thus 
described : 
“ Walter Baker & Co., of Dorchester, Mass., make 
two exhibits, one of chocolate, designed for pastry 
and confectionery, in the gallery of the Agricultural 
Building, and one of cocoa in a structure in the Moor¬ 
ish style of architecture, near Music Hall. In the 
latter chocolate is served in fine china mugs by girls 
dressed in the costume of the waiting maid in the 
Royal Gallery at Dresden. This is the trade-mark of 
this old established house. In the middle gallery of 
the Agricultural Building, Henry Maillard of New 
York makes a beautiful display of fine chocolate and 
cocoa, confectionery and preparations. They are 
exhibited in a pavilion having on the top four eagles, 
and at the corners statues of Venus, Minerva and 
Columbus carved fronc chocolate.” 
It can hardly fail to be a pleasure to be of the servi¬ 
tors in such popular and pleasing booths as these. 
The special correspondent of an exchange thus de¬ 
scribes some of the architecture in chocolate: 
“ The most striking exhibit of chocolate is on the 
main floor and near the center of the Agricultural 
Building. It consists of a temple of the Renaissance 
style, 38 feet high, weighing 30,000 pounds and com¬ 
posed entirely of chocolate. By the employment of 
cocoa butter it is made to resemble clouded marble. 
The prominent feature in this is a statue of Germania, 
10 feet high, sculptured from a block of chocolate 
weighing 2,200 pounds. On the pedestal are statues 
of the Emperors William I. and II., Frederick III., 
Bismarck and Moltke. Above the architrave are six 
columns crowned by flying eagles, while the dome is 
decorated with the imperial crown of Germany. As a 
work of art it has few superiors in the entire Expo¬ 
sition. 
“In the Danish section Cloetta Brothers, Copen¬ 
hagen, make an elaborate display of cocoa, chocolate 
and desiccated cocoa. Packages and cakes of these 
articles are ranged round a statue of the King of Den¬ 
mark made of chocolate. 
“Van Houten, the great Dutch manufacturer, whose 
mills are near Amsterdam, occupies a beautiful struct¬ 
ure on the Lake Shore at the northeast corner of the 
Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building. Nearly 
$60,000 were expended in erecting and fitting up this 
building, which is modeled after an old Dutch man¬ 
sion. The entne interior of one of the rooms was 
taken from a house in Holland erected about the time 
Columbus discovered America. All the furniture in 
this room and much that is in the other apartments 
was brought from the land of William The Silent. 
The fireplace and the facings of some of the walls are 
Dutch tiles of the 15th century. All the pictures, of 
which there are many beautiful ones, are on delf 
tiles. The girls who serve cocoa, in cups of delf ware, 
are dressed in the costume of the peasant maids of 
Holland. There is extortion in many places where 
refreshments are served, but here a visitor receives a 
cup of cocoa that “is best and goes farthest,” two 
biscuits, a souvenir card and a trial package, all for 
the small sum of five cents. 
“ The Blookers have a fine pavilion in the Agricul¬ 
tural Building, in which there are life-size figures of 
an invalid waiting for her morning cup of cocoa, a 
maid bringing it to her, and a child on the floor sip¬ 
ping the same beverage. The apartment is ornamented 
by numerous beautiful articles made of chocolate. 
“ Spain is said to be the first European country to 
engage in the preparation of cocoa and chocolate, and 
the first in which they were used as table beverages. 
But Holland, after it gained possessions in both the 
East and West Indies, entered into their manufacture 
with great spirit, and has led in it ever since. At 
present the raising of cocoa beans is increasing in 
nearly all tropical countries.” 
CHURCH FRIENDLINESS: CHURCH GOWNING. 
OME years ago, we moved into a new p’ace— or 
rather, a place new to us. I inquired of a 
neighbor as to the best church to attend. She laugh¬ 
ingly replied that of course she thought her own 
church the best. I asked another neighbor the same 
question; her reply was that the Hallelujah church 
had the most members, but the Blue-line was by far 
the most stylish, “ Then,” said I, “ I’ll take the Halle¬ 
lujah.” 
The next Sunday I started most bravely with my 
baby in my arms, and three little girls by my side. 
The church was full when we reached there and we 
took a seat by the door. Every few seconds some one 
turned around and looked at us, until my cheeks 
burned furiously. I felt as if we were the center of 
attraction, and wondered thereat. It may have been 
the baby that caused the people to turn their heads so, 
but whatever the cause I could not help feeling con¬ 
fused and mortified. After the service was over the lady 
to whom I had previously spoken merely bowed as she 
passed me, and when Sunday-schoo^ was half over the 
pastor managed to get to our seat and ask if my little 
ones would go into a class, and also conducted me to 
the Bible class. I was a stranger in a strange land. 
I had taken my little ones to the plainest church in 
town, hoping there to be able to feel that I was among 
friends, but the people were not friendly. 
One thing I noticed in particular—how could I help 
it ?—ladies of 30 years and upwards were there in pink 
satin or silk, and in delicate shades of blue or green. 
Little girls of 12 and 14 years of age were dressed in 
elegant velvets and savins, peacock blue, cardinal red 
and green prevailing. One girl of 12 wo e a drab gros- 
grain silk, while her mother, a woman of about 40 had 
on a dingy black cashmere. I noticed as a rule, 
all over the church, the exceeding plainness of the 
mothers’ apparel while their daughters, no matter 
how young, were dressed in the height of fashion. 
No, I know it was not my place to notice the styles, 
in church, but I had been told it was the plainest 
church and was so surprised and disappointed that I 
could not help noticing the difference. 
I made up my mind not to go to the Blue-line church 
at all, for I had already seen too much style. But in 
about a month I was passing the latter church one 
Sunday as they were singing, not an anthem in which 
none could join, but a soul-stirrieg hymn for every 
one to sing. It sounded so homelike that I made up 
my mind to go the next Sunday and help in that sing¬ 
ing. When I went into this church I found a band 
of worshipers all plainly dressed—there was but one 
silk dress in the whole church, and that plain. After 
the service all came and shook hands and invited me 
to come again ; and in two weeks I had presented my 
letter and became a member of that church. I after¬ 
wards learned that the best and oldest families in 
town attended there, but they were sensible enough 
to know that the church is not a place to parade fine 
clothes; also that the church is a place where all 
Christians should meet as friends, no matter whether 
they are strangers or not. It has always been my 
practice—and a good one, I believe—to speak to all 
strangers in church, and invite them to come again. 
Of all the sights in the world, one of the saddest is to 
see the poor old mother dressed in anything, while 
the daughter actually acts as if she were ashamed to 
own her. How many girls of to-day are putting 
heavier burdens on mother, instead of trying to 
lighten those already too heavy ? Try being a King’s 
Daughter in your own homes just one week and note 
the change. Look, dear girls, at mother’s face, note 
her weary step, and see wherein you can lighten her 
burdens, Send her off to visit some relative or friend. 
Don’t take no for an answer, but let her have a much 
needed rest. You may think mother of little account 
now, but when she is gone how you will miss her, and 
how many things you will think of that you could 
have done for her if you had but thought. 
And, dears, don’t wear gaudy dresses to church or 
on the street; it is the worst of taste. No real lady 
ever wears anything showy in public except at parties 
or the opera. 
If you would look pretty when you are old, keep a 
pleasant and smiling face in your youth. So many 
brothers and sisters are continually snapping and 
snarling at each other in the home circle. They are 
sure to become scolding, fretful, fault-finding men and 
women. The grandest sight on earth is a happy home 
circle. I would there were more of them. 
MABEL H. MONSEY. 
SCOLDING: A VICIOUS HABIT. 
HABITS MAKE CHARACTER. 
EAR, tired, nervous mothers, whatever happens, 
don’t let us scold. Not if the fire goes out three 
times in one forenoon. Not if a quart of milk is 
spilled on the carpet, or the best china gets broken. 
Not if the children make a million mud pies, or cut 
bits of paper ankle-deep on the floor and scatter their 
playthings from parlor to backyard. When our 
darlings have grown away from their childhood, or if 
some sad day they should leave the home and their 
play to walk in the golden streets, their little toys 
that have to be picked up so very often now, will seem 
unspeakably precious. Their little paper animals, 
and hearts and stars, their crude little pin and needle 
cases, their loving little notes full of round kisses for 
mamma, all these would be treasured among our 
dearest possessions and we would be glad then if we 
had not scolded because of the litter they made. Don’t 
let us scold. 
We can reprove if necessary without scolding. We 
can teach them to be careful in their play, and to help 
“tidy up” afterwards; but let us not embitter the 
lives of the little one?, or spoil our own characters by 
the habit of scolding. 
I knew a mother once whose countenance was a 
whole book of lamentations, whose voice was a chronic 
whine; some of her children went wrong. I wonder 
they all did not. 
I knew another mother of a large family, whose life 
was crowded with work and care and some trials that 
do not fall to the lot of all—whose face was a per¬ 
petual benediction. Her very tones inspired hope and 
cheerfulness. She did not scold. And her happy 
husband and children will bless her forever. 
When the children are grown we do not want them 
to associate the memory of home with a scolding 
mother. 
Scolding is not pleasant to hear—it is not pleasant 
to see. The inward fret from which scolding pro¬ 
ceeds works itself out into the face. It makes wrin¬ 
kles ; it makes ugliness. It we should live to old age, 
we would like to be as lovely and lovable as possible, 
would we not ? Then let us begin now. We cannot 
commence the beautifying process too soon. Looks 
and character are the results of everyday thought and 
life. 
Illness tends to scolding and scolding tends to ill¬ 
ness. Therefore it is a plain duty to obey the known 
laws of health. We must try to keep well. Let us 
rest all we can—and not scold, carrie ellis breck. 
Substitute for Eggs. —When eggs are scarce during 
the “pumpkin-pie season,” cracker crumbs are a good 
substitute, so good, in fact, that one would never 
know the difference unless told. Take a heaping cup¬ 
ful of finely-rolled cracker crumbs to every quart of 
sifted pumpkin, adding the milk, sugar and spices 
as usual. f. a. h. 
A cream of tartar baking powder. 
Highest of all in leavening strength. 
—Latest United States Government 
Report. 
Royal Baking Powder Co., 
106 Wall Street, New York. 
