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ELLUAY_CODRIER. PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY Terms, #1.50 Per Annum J. C. ALLEN, Editor and Proprietor. LOVBD AT LAST. And an he lovee me, though they enld . No lover e’er would couie lor me, That I should ne’er be wooed or wed Or nurco a child upon my knee; The 7 were so sure that I would miss The woman*B heritage of bliss. And I, too, in the sad gray When through low clouds no sunlight shone And when the slow September showers Seemed nature’s tears for summer gone I murmured with a long sad sigh, “My summer also has gone by, * But now I know that wbat to me Seemed autumn rains w. re showers of spring; Summer has come, and now i see, Love’s sunlight brighten everything; He says he love’s me, awd to-day My year rolls back to early May, How did t come ? I ask of him ; He says my face is sweet and fair ; And yet to me theseeres seem dim. And on this brow are lines of care; And now theseeyesHhal! yet be bright, And once again this brow grow light. He loves me! loves me! I repeat. The Meat assurance every hpui; And nw the wiue of life is sweet That yesterday was sharp and sour; Now I can drink, with spirit hold, Love's nectar from a cup of gold. I look through long slow-coming years, Made by his love all bright and fair; I look around throug i hippy tears, And see his image everywhere; Jn his great love I breathe and live; If it be sm, dear God, forgive. It cannot be. Since I have known His love, God's love seems dearer too; He has come near to me, and shown What for the humblest he can do. Life’s fateful fingers intertwine The human love with the divine. Oh, love, love, love! Oh, blessed word, That never did I unierstand Till in my ear his voice I heard, And felt the presence of his hand; No more I walk with eyes cast down; I am his queen, love is my crown All the Year Round. WENDIILL PHILLIP’S LECTURE. What He Meld of Daniel O'Connell-A flood Nlnrv Well Told. A large and representative audience gathered at Pike’s operahouse, Cincin nati, last week, to hear from, the lips of one of America’s finest orators, the tale of a remarkable man who lived in event ful times, and whose name, above all others, stands out in bold relief in the annals of Irish history. Mr. Phillips began by saying that he should endeavor to describe the career of Daniel O’Connell, one of the most elo quent orators, one of the most devoted patriots, and the most successful states man that the Irish race ever produced. It is proper that his praises should be spoken in this country. America owes more to him than to any other statesman of the last generation, fcr it was he who taught Americans as well, as others, the way to attain liberty and progress under a constitution, and not in defiance to it. He was a great statesman, because he had to plant the vary seeds ef liberty, and watch over the germ from the very beginning of its growth. Perhaps he was not such a statesman as those who have wielded the military power of nations. If Luther, who invented the tools with which he labored, who struggled single-handed against a world, and conquered, was _ a statesman, then O’Connell deserves the fame. The claim on his behalf, in its broadest signification is that when Irish men despaired for the country, when England was balked in every attempt to handle the problem, when Pitt and Fox acknowledged themselves puzzled, and the ablest intellect of the age had given up all hope of a solution, and were pre pared to submit to the result come in what shape it might, then he came for ward and pointed out the only way to master the difficulty. He gave "fifty years to the work of gaining citizenship for Ireland. If we consider the circum stances, vie shall see the magnitude of the labor which he took upon himself. Here was an island, inhabited by a race of dispirited and broken down by repeated bloody unsuccessful rebellions. They were a people full of quarrel. Poverty stricken and ignorant, they were below the very basis of modern systems of re form. The masses could not read, and therefore the press, the engine of reform in these days, could not be applied to them. They were too ignorant of their rights to know how to maintain them, and too well assured of their wrongs to endure them tamely. Dean Swift, who twice balked England in her attempted oppression ; Gratten, Curren, Emmet and Burke—Burke, who was greater than Cicero in the senate, and almost equal to Plato in the assembly—all these had gained point after point, here one and there another, but they gained no guar anty. A point gained was not assured. There was no time when statesmen would not have hailed with delight the pros pect of a peace secured by the stongest guaranty. Pitt and Fox were eager to bring about a settlement. They knew well that more than once a word from Grattan would * have broken the chain which bound the two countries together. It does not take a very penetrating eye, even now, to discover why Bismarck can insult Eng land with impunity. In the Danish war, and in the Franco-Prussian war, he slapped her in the face until the world wondered at it. But he knew, and her statesmen knew, that to the west of her was anchored a frigate whose guns would be turned upon her in the event of a foreign war. None are more fully con scious of the desire of the six or eight million inhabitants of Ireland than English statesmen. They have Dot been quiet on the question. It was O’Connell who first discovered a method for lifting the question to a place amohg the safe forces of the empire. All those leaders who had preceded him were sagacious, eloquent and successful, but thev could not rivet what they had gaine'd. He discovered the key. and placed it in the possession of Ireland. He taught her how to obtain her rights without blood shed. It was he who instructed the peasantry to act within the laws, and yet obtain privileges which their oppressors had denied to them. When we have spoken of his eloquence, his ingenuity, his serenity, his unfailing good nature, and hia truly catholic welcome to every struggling cause, we have not reached the climax of his character. His highest renown is as the sober, far-sighted, acute statesman. He found the people of Ireland a mass of quarreling, sects, whom the continent pitied and England de spised. He made his country a monarch, thrust Peel out of the cabinet, fought with the Iron “Duke, and was successful. He held the fortune of men in bis grasp, and could promote them according to merit. Thus, it is not mere elo quence or wit, nor power of combination th.it c.nrk his name, but the evidence that his was a master mind, able to con trol all those with which it came in con- THE ELU.J AY COURIER. VOLUME 111. tact. As an agitator he deserves grati tude for his constitutional method. We have learned to dislike the words agitator and agitation. Before we condemn them we should study the word. Agitation is an old word with anew meaning; in fact, it indicates the great, necessary, in evitable method for advancement. Sir Robert Peel said it was the marshaling of the conscience of the nation for changing the laws. It may be said that in a nation where suffrage is universal there is no need of agitation. But the fact is, the freerthe government the more necessary does agitation become. Sup pose that this was now the time of your political contest, which ended some months since, and suppose that you, as a people, had been aroused by what the French call a “ burning question,” can you not aee how it would have searched your society to the very bottom? As it was with the question f the abolition of slavery, so it is with every such ques tion—the time comes when every mau must vote or fight on the side that his principles dictate. He cannot evade the duty; he does not wish to evade it. Now, passing by the pulpit, there are two educators which are relied on to train the masses, and these are the party and the press. Now, how far can the party go ? Suppose, in your late canvass, that I had been your speaker in caucus, and sup pose that you were overwhelmed by the magnitude of some great ques tion which you must grapple with and bring to some solu tion. You would come to me to learn how to vote so as to reach this question. But it is plain that before the caucus or the political meeting I should not be permitted to say all I know or all you think. I must stop at a line fixed lor me beforehand. Mv usefulness as a political orator would be gauged by my success in saying just so much as would be profitable to the party, and not a word more. 1 must hit you carefully between the wind and water of your ignorance and prejudices. It is not meant to condemn parties, but to define the limit beyond which they cannot pass. The press is one of the grandest Hbments of progress, but it has its limitations. The editor might as well shoot his sub scribers as treat them to the luxury of new ideas. He follows reform, but he does not inaugurate it. He does not make the wave, he only rides upon it. For example, I wrote a letter once, and carried it to the editor of a liberal news paper in Boston. The editor took the manuscript and read it, and when he came to the last sentence he said: “ I wish you would erase the last sentence and I answered, “ No, that is the cracker of the whip. The whole letter was writ ten for the sake of that sentence.” He said it was all true, every word of it, but this was not the time to make it public. He had promised to priut the letter, and he could not break his faith, but the next morning, when the letter came out, there was also a paragraph in another column, which expressed regret for the unfounded statement which Mr. Phillips had seen fit to make. The editor kept his promise by printing tbe letter, and preserved his reputation by printipg the paragraph. Bricks can not be made without straw. The party and the press are grand elements, but there must be an element which moves regardless of everything but the truth. O’Connell realized the length, the breadth, and the supreme power of agitation. He began with a fixed political creed. The first and most important maxim of his life was that no political change was worth one drop o! human blood. This is a principle which it is difficult for some nations to recog nize. The Frenchman builds his barricade, loads his gun to the very lips, and man ages to raise his country a handbreadth. It falls back half the distance when the fight is over. The Englishman prints and argues and votes, and when the change comes, it comes to stay. Another of O’Connell’s principles was that nothing is politically right that is morally wrong. Parties go by general averages. When O’Connell left his party he resolved tohave no compromise. Tne nobles of Ms coun try repelled him. The priests even dis couraged him. They said it was cruel to think of attempting anything in a cause that was hopeless. O’Connell replied to these doubters that of the three million heads in Ireland he would weld a thunderbeldt to destroy the throne. Bacon might say to the engine and tele graph, “ You are mine, because I taught mao to invent.” So O’Connell, when ever a single shackle drops fron> Irish limbs, can say, “ That is mv work.” Speaking of the English code, Mr. Phillips said: You cannot suppose that the Irish, with blood like quicksilver, would be quiet under such oppression. Mr. Froude said that he was astonished to find that the history of the country was a record of perpetual rebellionr Of course t was. The people of Ireland dashed themselves against the power of England as sea-birds against the granite cliffs of our own coast. It was only once that there seemed any prospect of success for them. Defeat was followed by the most revolting cruelties. It was at this, the darkest moment, that O’Connell, a vonng lawyer, stepped forward. He was met by the coldness of the nobles and the fears of the priests. He was prevented from any attempt to organize by the act of convention which forbade organization, and forbade any political committee in one place to recognize the existence of any other committee. Falling back on the masses he resolved to mould them to his purpose. He found that to become a leader an Irishman must be able to boast of his family. This O’Connell could not do. Then he mast be a fighter, either & soldier or n duelist. W ith a predilection for the'priesthood, his principles were against the practice of dueling. He was forced to fight one, and his opponent was killed. Then he registered a vow that whaterver his provocation he would never appeal to the pistol. The Irishman who would lead must also he a lawyer, and O’Connell proved himself a most acute lawyer. He could say to his followers, Step where I have stepped and you need not fear the sheriff. ” Through the fifty years of his life, though every means was tried to entrap him, he proved j too many for his opponents. Again the leader must be eloquent. We have a i picture of the power of the man in the patience with which be sowed the seed ! throughout the land, and in the influence which he attained over the manual | When the time was ripe for the change • “ Error Cefues to be Dangerous When Reason is Left Free to Combat It.”—Jefferson. ELLIJAY, GEORGIA, JANUARY 4, 1878. he said to his supporters, “ Vote one name as your landlord directs, but for the other candidate choose a Pro’estant who will do you justice.” They obeyed him, and thirty thousand men who had lost their homes by their devotion to the canee appeared. The Irish saw that he was an honest man. But he had also a magnificent presence, grace of action, a voice that could be attuned to any emotion, and his eloquence was as effort less as nature’s creation of the violets. 'The oration concluded with narratives which illustrated the wit, the honesty, or the patriotism of the great Irishman. Our Digestions. When proper, natural, simple food is taken into the healthy stomach, no more is felt of it. If it be ot the nature of soup or beef tea, it is absorbed, aa it were, by the coats and veins of the stomach. If it be meat, it is by the movements of the stomach carried round and round its cavity, and mixed up with the gatric juice, which the stomach whenever food is pwt into it. This gastric juice is a clear, colorless, acid fluid, which flows freely into the stomach, as we have said,whenever food is takeu into it. The free acid present in the fastric juice (or the deg) is lactic acid. he gastric juice has very slight tendency to putrefaction, and may be kept for an indefinite length of time in a common glass bottle without developing any putrescent odor. The peculiar property of this fluid is that it dissolves meat, boiled white of egg, and such like sub stances. It does so even oißside of the body, but it does so best insrae the body, assisted by the high fomperature of the stomach and by its peculiar movements. Gastric juice does net dissolve all kinds of food; it does not dissolve fat, nor starch, nor oil. Its proper duty is to dissolve meat, gluten (the most nutritious part of bread), caseine (the most nutri tious part of milk), albumen (white oi egg), etc. It is supposed that about fourteen pounds of gastric juice are poured daily into the stomach. Of course it is not secreted all at once; the stomach would not hold so much. What happens is this: when animal or albuminous food is taken, gastric juice flows out into the stomach and dissolves a portion of food. Having dissolved the food, it is absorbed . —sucked up, as it were—at once into the blood, with the food it has dissolved; then another portion is poured out to dissolve more of ths food and to be ab sorbed ; and so on, until all that kind of food which it dissolves is taken up from the stomach into the system. This will be the work of some hours. That portion of food which the gastric juice is not able to dissolve—such as fat, starch, etc. — passes on into the intestine, and is there digested by other juices and secretions. e The chist of these are the pancreatic juice, the bile, And the intestinal secre tion, all contributing in one way or other to the solution of the food, and toward making it into a sort of emulsion which is favorable to its being absorbed into the system. It may be difficult to classify dypepsias, but it is easy to state the general condi tions on which good digestion depends. Who are the people that are always talk ing about their digestion and their dys pepsia? Not sailors, nor agricultural laborers, ner mechanics, nor boys and girls, nor, for the most part, men; in other words, not those who live much in the open air and use their limbe and muscles. But who are the people that are half afraid of their meals, and have miserably to consider what we shall not eat and what we shall not drink. They are in-door sort of people—tailors and shoe-makers, milliners, clergymen lit erary men, and nervous, fidgety people, who are always worrying themselves. Then there are people that weaken their stomachs by things which they take— not only by too much beer aud spirituous drinks, but by living too much on tea and taking too much tobacco. The Late “ Richmond Enquirer.” A dispatch says that the Richmond Enquirer, which suspended publication on the 28th has been a money-losing concern ever since tbe war. Although it was the most time-honored journal in the south, having been founded in 1804 by Thomas Ritchie, the Nestor of the press, its venerable prestige would not hold up under the push of papers of less lame. It has changed owners seven or eight times in the last ten years, and in that period it is understood to have Bunk $150,000; but none ot the unlucky pro prietors took it so to heart as the last one, Robert William Baylor, who is sup posed to have committed suicide UDder the pressure of uewspaperial debts. Mr. Baylor bought the Enquirer only two months ago, but in a few weeks he be came depressed in spirits, and mysteri ously left Richmond on the 15th nlr. for Kentucky, and has not been in his office since. It appears that the last time he was seen was on the 26th ult. at Milford, not far from Richmond, on his way to Washington. He told his friends that he had a presentiment that he could not return to Richmond alive, and in conversation with acquaintances he spoke ot his embarassment, and showed a box of morphine pills and a derringer. Baylor had lived in Norfolk previous to purchasing the Enquirer, and was well known and esteemed. He was about 36 years of age. G. Watson James, the editor of tW paper and part proprietor, says that/he has suspended publication until the mystery could be fully investigated, and wrote no vale dictory; but tbe Enquirer will hardly be revived. Detectives are now searching lor the body ef the unfortunate Mr. Baylor. Farmers and all who have charge of cows may learn a lesson from the follow* ing anecdote which we clip from an ex change : A market-gardener had a very fine cow that was milked week after week by hired men. He observed that the amount of butter he carried to market weighed about a pound more en each alternate week. He watched the men and tried the cow after they had finished milking, but always found that there was no milk lett in the teats. He finally asked the Scotch girl who took care of the milk if she could account for the difference. “Why, yes,” she says. *■ When Jim milks he says to the old cow ‘So! my pretty mufey, so!’ But when Sam milks he hits her on the hip with the edge of the pail, and says. * H’ist, you old brute!” RELIGIOUS KEAUING. Ckseriaff Word*. “My Ood thall supply all yo& n<*d.”-~PUI. It. 19. I know not what you neod, wy brother, sister, But this I know*—my Ood wIU listen now In louder sympathy and deep ooiup-asiou, 1 In yor trouble you before Him bow. You need submission ? Hath His fevesAicted. And do His ways seem hard to tekderstand 7 hen ask for grace, to say amid tbe tU^kness. “My Father, though then smttest, hold uiy hand!” Or is it strength you need 7 Are you exhausted With weary watching, or with aoivew's pain 7 Oh, whisper this to Him, the (tod of oomfurt, And He will willingly His child sustain. Or do you need direction on life's journey— The wey veu have to tread to be jAftde clear- Now tell him eo, and He will gently Head you Just rten by step through each successive year. Yhi oannat —h too much. Then, frtend, I Jpavw you In Hod's own loving care, wlthndKrH #*- Fer well I know for Jesus' sake HeV 'd To give His children all His very ti X. C%a*%'Xte Murray, " leans, for Tlnel" The words of the missionary mother, in Arm can, as she left ner children on shin-board for return to America, while with clasped hands she raiaett her tear blinded eyes to Heaven, and Exclaimed, “O, Jesus, it is for Thee !’* supply one of those utterances of missionary history which will probably never be forgotten. Just as it never can be forgotten how the great reformer stood in the imperial diet, and his eyes looking Heavenward exclaimed. “ Here I stand ; Godhslp me; I can no more 1 ”—so with these other outbursts of self-devotion, forced from heart and lips by the pressure of some great burden of self sacrifioe. And the spirit of the utterance, in aft these cases, is ths same. " For Jesus’ sake ’’—that is the underlying meaning, always, where it is not actually expressed. When Napoleon indicated how much greater, how much more flbperial is the kingship of Jesus, than hf* own had been, or, than had heen the kingship of a Caesar or an Alexander, in declaring that while these purely earthly mon archs ruled by force, simply, for Jesus millions were ready to lay down their lives, he touched that which is the pecu liar characteristic of thiß great spiritual sovereignty, now Blowly, yet so surely, subjecting to itself every other. To a certain extent, great leaders and great rulers have been able to excite enthusi asm and devotion to themselves person ally. Yet this has always been found more or less dependent uponAhe prestige of personal success. As Gasser lay mur dered, “ even at the foot of Pompey’H statue,” there was truth in that which the poet represents Mark Anthony as declaring, that there were now none left “so poor to do him reverenoe.” When Napoleon, in St. Helena, made that memorable comparison between himself and the Man of Sorrows, it must have been a bitter thought to Khn how few there were left in the world, of all who had followed his banner or thronged around his throne, who had retained even the remnants ot their old idolatry. The mighty fabric of his empire had dia aolved like a vision, while its creator, chained to his rock in the ocean, felt his heart torn like the heart of Promethua, by the vultures of chagrin and remorse. Hew different with Jesus, whose follow ers, in the day of defeat, as in the day of triumph, still gladly “ lay down their lives I%v* It has been gratifying to find so many of the sermonß just "now being preached on anniversary occasious, dealing with the plain, pure truth of the Gospel. Consciously or unconsciously, the several preachers seem to have acted upon the principle that the one souroe of real inspiration in all Christian service is the sense ot obligation to Jesus, and an ap preciation of the exceeding preciousness of that Gospel which is preached in His name. Enthusiasm thus awakened will be no transient sentiment. Plans of labor so prompted may be viewed as the fruit ol a kind of inspiration, and aa having in themselves a pledge of Divine blessing and support. “ Happy is the people that ia in such a case; yea, happy is the people,” whose battle and whose toil is “ for Jesus’sake.”— Chicago Stand ard. lalflU Don’t rtw, In the year 1827, a young man, iljen studying for the ministry, was requested to preach in a town in this state. The meeting was held in the evening at a private house. Knowing that two or three Deists were present, some remarks were made upon the authenticity of God’s word. The president of an infidel club arose, and interrupted the speaker, who mildly said to him: “ Sit down, and after meeting I will talk with you.” When the services closed, there was hardly time for conversation, and an appointment was made that the parties should meet at the house of a friend on the following merning. At the appointed hour, the president, with several infidel books under his arm, and a large hand kerchief full of pamphlets ana papers, made his appearance, in company with two members ol his club. No sooner were the parties seated, and the large table covered with his religious dissecting knives, than the infidel began with much warmth to pour forth his contempt for the hible. “Stop, sir, stop,” said tbe student, “ Let us commence right, and then we shall end well. Do you believe there is a God who made all things? a God who has a mind?” “I do.” “Do you believe He created you ; feeds, clothes and watches oyer you and yours, without any reward f’ “ Certainly I do.” “ Well, sir, that we may commence right, please lead in prayer. Ask the God in whom you believe to direct us to the rejection of that bible if it is false, and if .it is true, receive it. We do not want to be deceived.” The man hesitated, and said, “ I never pray, I do not believe in prayer.” “ Never pray, sir! do you not believe in prayer, when your God has done h> much for you? never thank him for his goodness? Have you a father ?” “ Yes, sir.” “Do you never thank him? If you had a child whom you had always blest, would he not thank you when you be stowed upon him some little trinket ?” “ I suppose he would.” “ Well, sir, compare right. Just pray; pray and thank God.” “Ican’t pray ” The student then turned to his infidel companions, an*asked them to pray, and they both declined. With indescribable feelings he knelt, and with great freedom poured out his whole heart to God. As he finished they all three arose from their ►eat*. The president parsed his lingers through his nair, and as he gathered up his book, said— '• I think we will talk no more, ft will do no ad.” The student waited on them to the door, and in a short time heard that the club had disbanded.— Louisville (Ay.) Heraltl, 1861. How She Won a Husband. Here is a story illustrative of the fact that tears are a powerful weapon in the hands of a matrimonially inclined modern Ninbe: There was a southern merchant, a handsome, dashing fellow, who astonished all his relatives a few years ago by marrying a very plain girl, the sister of his business partner. The marriage’ has turned out reasonably happy, but it haa always remained a mystery to the society belles, wbo were ready to fall into his arms at a word. It was tears (and not "idle team”! that trapped him. One evening he called at hie partner’s house, and found only the Rlady at home. Very artfrilly she ? conversation to her own analra, and told him that she was a perfect slave to her sister, tyrannised over and ill treated, that life had become such a burden to her that she should rid herself of it unless she could change her home. The visitor tried to comfort her, but in vain. Marriage was very far from his thoughts then' and he had no love to give anywhere. Niobe’s tears fell faster and taster, and at last they came in a hysteri cal toirent. His ejaculations of sympathy were in vain, when she cried: “ Oh, where shall I go ? who will give me a home?” “I would if I dared offer it. poor girl,” Baid the male victim, and quick as lightning the response: “ What would my sister say if you married me ?” What could the man do under such circumstances ? A tolerably fair face waß lying on his bosom, a pair ef grateful, loving eyes (she did love him dearly) were looking up into his own, and a deli cate little hand had Bought and found his. He did what any disengaged gentle man would have Bfeen likely to do, pressed his suit, secured her unreluctant consent, informed her sister ot it, married her, and did hia best to make her happy. She, in her turn, made him a good wile. Little by little he discovered her strata gem—but he never told his wife of it.— A T ew Orleans Picayune. Plevna, the Place of Horrors. A correspondent writes from Plevna: The first day of my residence in Plevna was spent in an inspection of the hospi tals. Our placed itself under the guidance of Dr. Ryan, a young English surgeon in the Turkish tervioe, and set out for the chief building, in which the wounded were bestowed. When we reached the main hospital we encountered a scene of horror which went quite un s|icukably beyond all our previous ex periences. I am authorized by the gentlemen I accompanied to Bay that it is quite beyond the power of language ,to exaggerate their opinion oi the de plorable and hideous condition of the wounded. If I could preeent you with [an adequate picture of this dreadiul place, I should produce a record which would dwarf Deroe’s description of the plague. But to attempt such a picture would be to Bhock decency by every line. I venture to believe the horrors of this home ot filth and agony unique and singular. The chambers were large and lofty, and- there were reasonable laciltles tor ventilation, but the odors which filled every one of them were sickening past all words. Wounded men in every siaos of disease and filth and pain littered the floors. The stagnant miseries had overflowed the corridors and on to the very stairs, and men with fractures forty days’ old lay unattended and helpless, side by side with cases of raving fever and confluent smallpox. If the reader will pain himself by thinking into what foul abandonment of nastineea one wounded man might tall if left abso lutely unattended for a week, aud will then multiply that imagination by a thousand, he may begin to conceive the state of tilings which so horrified men accustomed to the sights of war and the ravages ot disease. Colored vs. Bald-Headed. Years ago the then well-known firm ot W. & Cos., Boston, agents for a popular line of Australian packet ships, received a letter of inquiry from Cincinnati. Correspondence followed, and second cabin passages were engaged for Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Hatfield, their son Joseph, Jr., and Miss Blanche, who were politely urged to put in an appearance in Boston on or before May sth, as “ the good ship Daniel Sharp, whereof Joseph D. Cush ing is master lor the present voyage,” would sail on the day following, weather permitting. On the morning designated a young darkey exquisite, sporting a tall bat and ivory-headed cine, sauntered into the elegantly appointed office and demanded : “ Js dig yer de office of W. A Cos. ? ” “ Yes, it is,” growled the senior W. from behind his desk, lrowning over hia gold-bowed spectacles at the intruder. “ Well, sab, me and my folksaregwine out to Melbourne in your ship Daniel Sharp, and I ” “ Not if I know it—you are not goiog to do any such thing.” “ How so, Bah ? Didn’t I correspond wid you from Cincinnati, and engage Sassage, for my fadder ana mudder and liss Blanche?” “ What! is your name Hatfield ? ” roared the dismayed agent. “ Yee, sab, my name’s Hatfield, and”— “ Why in the devil didn’t you notify me that you were colored t ” “ Why in the debbil didn’t you notify me (Ist you were bald-headed f” The pertinent rejoinder silenced old W.,and although two or three passengers who preferred to have the color line diawn out ide of a ship’s second cabin gave up their berths ana were refunded their passage money, the Hatfields com piacenlly railed in the Sharp. Two million years ago, a bird twelve feet high was promenading along thdbank of the Connecticut river, and Prof. Hitch cock has just discovered its tracks. NUMBER 5. k coun rin iviTitoui' neighbors. lnH4mU nl ihr Houtlifrn Blook4- MtmlH lo H hlk tkr C*nfiMlfrala Wm Rrdii<<l. The southern confederacy was a country without neighbors, a pugilist without backers. History furnishes no instance ot a more effective blockade. Landward except where Mexican robbers and In dians held the frontier, lay the country of the foe, and seaward, within hail of eacii other, from Virginia to Texas, the vessels of the United btateV navy shut in the besieged states from the world, and shut the world out from them. The men who rau the bloccade risked lite.and liberty; for this risk they demanded laige profits on the goods which they brought. The War produced its natural crop of extortioners. After the repu diation is 1868 of one-third of the con federate debt few people had faith in the ourrency. Thoee who held it spent it freely, anxious to exchange for some thing of more tangible value. No one who could afford to let capital remain idle was anxious to sell merchandise, which every day increased in market value. This inflation bore its legitimate fruits, and the rare spectacle was pre sented of purchasers anxious to buy, while merchants were loth to sell. For four years the southern elates were Bhut up to their own reseurcca, These resources, though Immense, were undeveloped, and the means to develop them were tor the most part wanting. Manufactories sprung up all over the oountry; but where chemical agents were necessary to the perfection of their labor, that labor was left unperfected. Confed erate cotton cloth, as already stated, was sent forth from the factory in its natural unbleached tint Confederate paper was iuferior in dolor and texture to the brown wrapping paper commonly used in dry goods stores to day. The Georgia woolen mills produoed army dioths and blankets of good quality, but wool was woefully scarce, and the cloth Bold for two or three hundred dollars a yard. Cow hair was carefully saved from the tanneries, and, mixed ♦ith cotton, was spuu and woven into garments which, if coarse, were at least thick and warm. The highest ladies in the land did not distoin to wear home spun. The wash poplins of to-day, sold in all dry goods stores at from ten to fifteen cents a yard, closely resembles the homespun dresses of which southern women were then so proud. Tne pret tiest home-made cloth of the c moderates was a mixture of silk and c .ton. For this, black silk too much worn to be ot use in any other .way, was cut into bits and packed into lint, mixed with more or leas cotton and spun and woven for the dress. The process was painfully tedious, as from a pound and a half to two pounds qf .picked silk was required ; and not a few girls who set out to accomplish a drees stopped short at enough silk to knit a pair of gloves. The statement made in a former article upon confeder ate make-shifts published in Harper’s Magazine, to the effect that the confed erate woman did not know what was the fashion, was the occasion of some incred ulous comments. Not only did they not know, but many of them did not care. They wore what they had or could get, and were content. A lady friend of the writer laughingly declares that never but onoe in her life did she always have something to wear and that was in the war times when reduced to one dress—a black cashmere made of two old ones; she had no choice, but must always wear that or none. Calicoes, in 1864 were worth 980 to S4O a yard, and anew cal ico was regarded as a handsome dress. Garments a'readv on handjwere turned and turned, dyea and made over as long a< a piece of them remained. The ocs tume of the present day, in so far as it means a dress made of two materials, was perforce fashionable in the confed eracy—a convenient mode of making two old friends cover each other’s defi ciencies.—Mrt. M. P. Handy in Philadel phia Weekly Timet. Use of Sulphur and Charcoal. Sulphur and charcoal are both very excellent ingredients to mix occasionally with fowl feed, either tor young or old birds. But both should be used with discretion. Too much sulphur applied outwardly, to destroy lice tor example, or too large a quantity given in the food works dUadvantageouely. Continual powdering and smearing the mother hens with sulphur operates to the detriment of the young brood frequently. This fine dust falls from the hens’ bodies (whr n used in excess) into the eyes of the young chicks, and blinds them oftentimes; so it should be used carefully while the chicks are still being brooded. Powdered charcoal when given in the mashed feed, will be administered to best account if the matter is uot carelessly over done. A little goes a great way as a purifier ot the crop ond stomach—aiding the digestive powers and sweetening the food tor the time being. If broken up into bits the size ot crushed corn, fowls will eat about ail they need of it in this shape. Granulated bone for adult fowls, and bone meal for chicks, are ad mirable helps, while the former are lay ing and the latter are growing. Plenty ot green food and meat (cooked) once or twice a week, are sufficient during the hot months. South Carolina Butler. “ Gath ” in Cin. Enquirer : Butler ot South Carolina is Bitting all this time behind Bayard. He looks to be a brainy fellow, with a military way of buttoning up his coat. His forehead is large and bold, and above that bald, one lock or curl coming forward in the middle and flanked, over the temple by side locks, which inclose the reddish, intellectual forehead. He has a straight, thin, shortish, plucky nose, a handsome mus tache, straight eyebrows and long chops. His attitude is easy, quiet and respectful Ii I had seen him on the street, in no other association, and had been asked what he was, I should have guessed a lawyer who had been in military life. And that, I believe, is his description. He carries a Palmetto cane on all occa sions, and is a little gray, and is said to | have a cork leg, CaMKi/fl hair shawls are not made of camel s hair. They come of the wool of the Thibet goat. 'Thus it will be >een i that women not only have the wool pulled over their eyes, bnt over their backs. FACTO AND FA8(1 TO. Iu Um iwtee*. iWnt tkal Uw iSIISsnOe Isto pUr aitA uiunmi -ploying ton, As4 •• " tfcf jr Uilsfc Is tb# boot For Mtratu* plays that alth a marry soot. •• My taby loot I" Op aixi Sown BUMame (MB. A pairing obool Uhl following her noaa; . Inaldo the papers nd under (he hooka. Aad all la batvaan thaoavanafce laaho, ’ She aarar ouoa thinks to look anAor that. Aha listens, she slope, aha hoars the seas laugh, Aim mound she Kies, the taster bs ball, “ Whr, where can tie bs W tod sue opens the dark, She tumbles her basket, site shakos papa's Sock. ‘‘Baby! bely!" calling. While the children all smile at papa’s tall hat, TTsowgh nassas! them go aad look sader that. A sweatees sells. Mam am darts erwyohrte, She taels In her pocket, to Basil he’s than, In every rue on the nunirl shelf. Bhe seerchee sharp for tea little alt. •• Baby I baby |” calling. Another coo comae from papa’s tall tu Vet none of them s>ir an Inch toward that. Bam •'Where he rercalnlr trust be, aba knows, no tip to too china cupboard ftae goes; The covers she lifts from the auger-bowls, The sweet, white lamps rhe i allies and rolls, ” Habvl baby t” calling. Rut thongh there s a stir near papa’s tall hat. They will sot ae much as look toward that. • Bhe moves the dishes, but baby la not In the eream-pltcoer, nor in the teapot And the a ring- her hands and stamps an the Aoer, She sharee the ruga, and opens the door, ■‘Baby! baby!” calling. Thar stand with their backs to papa's tall hat, Though the sweetest ot murmurs corns from that. The chUdrcd Join In the funny dlfrem, TUI mamma, all sudden, with swAenreaa Makes a pounce right down on too tall black bat. Aad brings out tba baby Irotu under that, • Baby ! baby I" calling. And this la the end of the lltUe play, The children would like to try every day. Miijc river in in Massachusetts. They named it Milk became milk is about the ame thing as water. Habberton account* for the foolish ness of the small boy. “ The small boy had a father, and this father waa once a small boy himself.” The Chicago Journal says : “ When • man imagines that he is a prophet and a philosopher he takes to long hair and a dirty ove/coat.” Cannibals prefer to eat women of about sixteen to twenty-four veers of age, and invariably roast that aeUoaoy, but people over fifty are generally boiled. The Charleston News indulges extra vagant hopes. “ One of these days,” it says, “ the ideal president will take up bis quarters at the white honse, and frame a message that can be read in five minutes, and will leave the public in no uncertainty as to his views on every matter of importance.” Mr. Wattbrson tells in his lecture of a Missisaippian who was asked whether It was worth while to carry a pistol; “ Well, stranger,” he answered, “ you moat move about for a year and not waßt it, and then again you mout, and, if you do heed it, you will need it powerful.” A KEUNoaEi) reprobate,wboee wardrobe could onlv have been merchantable by the pound, entered the corner-grocery, and planting an emDty soda-water bottle on the counter, said : “ Gimme some, al cohol to clean silver with.” i’All right,” responded the dealer in wet goods, “ let’s see your silver.” —Boston Bulletin. An old colored lady of one of tbe back counties sings all the good old Methodist hymns, but she gets them mixed ,ts.e timas. Hhe sings: ** flwqet proapectn, nwei’t blrda and sweet flower* Have all loat their sweetnewi hut roe." An another: . “ Am I • shoulder of tbe boos, * A qualter of a lamb.” • She means all right, though, bleoa bar good heart. In tbe nersual of an expose of Chinese leprosy, Mr. Michael O’Snaughnessy got very much interested. JJe also got very indignant, but failed to"comprehend the exact purport of the aiticle. “Lepers, is it,” ho said, “ Lepers, is it, that tbe Chinese are? It’s an Irishman I am, be gorra, and I’ll bet twinty-foive dollars that I’ll lep agin any Choinamen in the city. I waa the foineei leper hi county Cork in ’B7, and I’ll tread on the tail of my- own coat if I can’t lep a flveAot hurdle this same minute.” 9 On a young man who imokeatjlby never lady press his Ups, bis proffered love returning, who makes a furnalb of his month, and keeps his chimney Sort ing. May each true woman shun his sight, for fear his fumes would aboke her; and none but those who nsa the “ weed ” have kisses for a sm®ker.-*-[N. Y. Mail.] All that is thrown away. Not only do high-toned women tharry smokers, but they are eager to get chew err. Whoever has once got a whiff of a tobacco-chewer’s breath may have some comprehension of the strength of a woman’s love. United for life to a foal, huge quid, she breathes its exhalations as though they were so much incense, and osculation that would seem an emetic to others is to her as the honey of her existence. Nastiness is a power.— Courier- Journal Belzoni, many years ago, told this old story of the caruivsl at Lisbon. A mask in the merry crowd threw an orange at the carriage of the Turkish embassa dor, which struck him in the face ; and that dignitary, after a short delay, ap peared before the Portuguese minister of foreign affairs to complain of the indig nity thus publicly offered him. “Oh, said the minister, “ such is the custom of tlie country on these occasions, and I hope your excellency will pardon It.” “Be it so,” answered the Turk, politely, “but I was about to add, when you interrupted me, that I immediately drew my pistol and shot the fellow dead, for that is the custom of our country, and I have no doubt, from the remark that you have just made that you will ovorlookit.” The tireat Wall of~ China. The great wall of China was measured in many places by Mr. Unthank, an American engineer, lately engaged on a . survey for a Chinese railway. His meas urements give the height at eighteen feet, and a width on top of fifteen feet. 'Every tew hundred yards there is a tower twenty-four feet square, and from twenty to forty-five feet high. The foundation of the wall is of solid granite. Mr. Un thank brought with him a briek from the wall, which is supposed to have been made 200 years B. C. In building this immense stone fence to keep out the Tartars, the builders never attempted to avoid mountains or chasms to save ex pense. For 1,300 miles the wall goes over plain and mountain, and every foot of the foundation is in solid granite, and the rest of the structure solid masonry,- In some places the wall <s built up against the bank, or canons, or precipioot where there is a sheer descent of- 1,000 feet.' Small streams are arched over, but in the larger streams the wall runs to the water’s edge, and a tower is built on each side. On the top of the wall there are breast-works, or defenses, facing in and, out, so the defending force can pass from one tower to another without being exposed to an enemy from either side. To calculate the time of building or cost of the wall is beyond bn man skill. So far as the magnitude of the work is con cerned, it surpasses eveyrhing in ancient or modern time* of which t..ere is any trace. The pyramids of Egypt are noth ing compared to it.