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And preserves its reputation as purer, STRON GER and MORE DELICATE than any other article of the kind offered, either of the same name or with other titles. Stevenson Macadam, Ph. D., &c., the highest chemical authority of Europe, care fully analyzed this Corn Starch, and says it is a most excellent article of diet, and in chemical and feeding properties is fully equal to the best arrow root. Directions for making Puddings, Custards, Ac., accompany each one pound pockage. For Sale by First-class Grocers. my7-2m MEDICAL NOTICE. DR. J. C. SIMS TENDERS HIS PRO FESSIONAL services to the citizens of Pleasant Hill and vicinity; and from an ex perience of twenty-seven years in the practice flatters himself that he* will be able to give general satisfaction in the treatment of all diseases incident to the country, and especial ly diseases peculiar to women and children. * Office at present at W. G. England’s, but will soon locate permanently at Pleasant Hill. April 1, 1875. apr2-3ra T. R. & W. CHILDERS, Carpenejrs and Builders, ATHENS, GA m WOULD RESPECTFULLY ANNOUNCE to the citizens of Oglethorpe countv that they are prepared to do all manner of ’Wood Work. Estimates on Buildings carefully made and lowest figures given. Satisfaction guaranteed. A portion of the public patron age solicited. nov27-12m PROFESSIONAL CARDS, OF ONE HALF INCH, inserted in the Echo at only $5 a year, if paid strictly in advance. FRANKLIN HOUSE, Opposite Deupree Hall, ATHENS, GEORGIA. This popular House is again open to the public. Board, $2 per day. W. A. JESTER & CO., fcb4-ly Proprietors. @!)e (D glftl) 0r p c €tbo. DEVILTRIES. Domestic pets—Matrimonial sulks. The doorthat Beecher slammed —Theo- dore. The pests of the country—loafers, docs and fleas. "When is a man not a man ? When he turns into a lane. • “ Two heads are better than one”—es pecially in a barrel. The vilest sinner mav return—every thing but an umbrella. A girl was heard to remark the other day that 44 a thing of beautv Mas a bov for ever. The Supreme Court of Ohio has deci ded that sending a dun to a man on a postal card is unlaM-ful as well as saucy. —— A gentleman of color called at a Ken tucky post office recently and wanted to know, Does dis post offis keep stamped antelopes ?” Silk handkerchiefs with white centres and colored borders are worn bv nobby youths. School-boys, however, will stick to the' primi tive coat-sleeve. A young man wants to know of us, whether girls over sixteen wear striped stock ings or not. We simply state that it is none of his business. Do you know that I came very near selling my boots the other day?” asked a chap of his sweetheart. 44 How so?” “Well, I had them halfsoled.” The old maid stood on the burning deck Whence all the girls had fled, Nor would she leave until convinced That every man Mas dead. 44 John, I’m afraid you have forgotten me, ’ said a bright-eyed girl to her sweetheart the other day. 44 Yes, Bessie, 1 have been for gctting you these tM'o years.” ~ '*Amt* ! how duth you like my mous taehe Mith Lauwali ? n lisped a dandy to a young lady. “ Oh, very much. It looks like the lur on the back of a caterpillar.” ~“ V 1 hat would you be, dearest, if I should press the stamp of love upon those sealing-wax lips?” “ I ” responded the fairy likecreature, “should be—stationery.” “ Mr. Loto, of Indiana, recently eloped with anothex man’s wife,*sister and daughter. Brigham himself could hardly have made a cleaner sweep of the family than that. TV hy are young ladies kissing each other like an emblem of Christianity? Be cause they are doing unto each other'as they would that men should do unto them.” Transfusion of blood is a humbug in some cases. A Chicago man had a pint of bull-dog blood conducted into his veins, and then tried to lick his w'ife. She laid him up for a week. ~ “ B y a trunk,” said a dealer to an Irishmen. “And what for should I buy a trunk?” asked Pat. “To put your clothes in, was the reply. “ And me go naked ! Never a bit of it.” _ Retribution follows close on the track of guilt. The man who always borrowed his neighbor’s newspaper, because he was too stingy to buy, married a red-haired woman who wears black stockings. Questions put to his sweetheart by a bashful Lexington lad during his first visit: “How’s your father? How’s your mother? How are your parents ? llow are your father and mother ? llow are they both ?” —— Among the presents at a wooden wed ding in Allentown, Pa., the other day was an immense cake. This was reserved'for the last, and when they came to cut it ’twas found -only to be a cheese-box covered with icing. The time has come when the wearer of starched linen coats rises from his chair and goes forth unconscious of the fact that the lower portion of his garment retains the posi tion it acquired while he was seated. tliis car-floor,” savagely asked a burly passen ger. “ I dare,” quietly replied a slender youth, ansd did it.” “You’re the chap I’m looking for,” said the ruffian: “give me a chaw.” A Milwaukee boy has swallowed half a dozen steel buttons, and his mother doesn’t have to scream for him w hen he is out on the street playing Mith those Cluckerson boys. She just brings a magnet to the door, and he flies to it like a needle to the pole. The papaw tree is said to possess the curious property of rendering exceedingly ten der any kiud of meat that is hung amid its branches, and Smith is very anxious to know what it would cost to transplant a papaw tree to the back-yard of his boarding-house. An Elbert county youth came to his father and said : “ Dad, thar ain’t knives enuff to sot the table.” Dad— 44 Whar’s big butch, little butch, the case, old one-prong, cob-handle and granny’s knife? That’s enuff to sot any gentleman’s table without you’ve lost um.” “Yes, you may come asrain next Sun day evening, Flanders, dear, 'but”—and she hesitated. “AY hat is it, darling? Have I given you pain ?” he asked, as she still re mained silent. “You didn’t mean to, I am sure,” she responded, “ but the next time please don’t wear one of those collars with the points turned outward; they scratch so.” A German peddler sold a man a liquid for the extermination of bugs. “And how do you use it ?” inquired the man after he had bought it. 44 Ketch te bug, und drop von little drop into his mout,” ansn T ered the peddler. “The deuce you do!” exclaimed the purchaser. “ I could kill it in half that time by stamping on it.” “ Veil,” exclaimed the German, “ dat is a good vay, too.” A Cobb County school-teacher says he never felt unequal to any demand in the’ line of his profession, excepting on one occasion, m hen a farmer brought his bouncing fifteen year-old daughter to the school, and" M alting up to the master’s desk, said, “ That’s my youngest gal, and if ever you ketch her a-slidiii down hill M ith the boys, I just want you to trounce her.” Berger, of Macon, Ga., discovered a colored parson in his stable untying a horse, and the preacher only observed : “Jess what I said all the time, Mastah Berger; your hoss is a bay, sure enuff, and dat ’spate betM-een me an’ Brudder Jackson am settled.” The par son is now working for G., A A Cos., on the Elberton railroad. A doctor went out West to practice his profession. An old friend met him on the street one day and asked him how he was suc ceeding in business. “ Fus-rate ”he replied ; :“ I have had oue case.” “ Well, and what was that?” “It was a birth.” 44 How did yon succeed at that?” “Well, the old wo man died, and the child died ; but by the grace of God I’ll save the old man yet.” CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JUNE 11, 1875. BURIED ALIVE! Strange and Shocking Sensation in Mew Or leans —A Pauper Corpse Comes to life on Its Way to the Grave, hut is Driven on and Buried. [From the N. O. Bulletin, May 29.] Seldom lias such a sensation occurred in our city as that which prevailed Wed nesday afternoon last, when the rumor, which spread with great rapidity, was by repetition given that credence which at first the enormity of the crime denied it. The report that a man had knowingly been buried alive was enough to shock even the strongest nerves, but as detail after detail was given, a thrill of horror ran through this suburban district un like that ever before produced. On Thursday evening we published the following: C H. Beggs was in one of the cemeteries (which he did not say), and his attention was attracted to a fu neral cortege made up of a wagon follow ed by three or four women. The driver of the wagon lifted out a coffin, and was about depositing it in the hole prepared for it, when the occupant of the coffin kicked off the lid and cried, “ For God’s sake do not bury me alive !” The driver picked up a brick, and cry ing, “ You ; I have a doctor’s cer tificate that you are dead, and I am a go ing to bury you!” struck the corpse, either stunned or killed him, and the burial went on. Our reporter traced the rumors to their source, and step by step followed up the clew they gave, and by degrees developed facts that Would be in credible were they not so well substan tiated by the testimony of many compe tent witnesses. On the occurrences on the way to the cemetery we not propose to comment, and simply give the'statement of wit nesses. The only conclusion which these state ments lead to is that Geo. Banks, when he left the hospital, was not dead, but was in a comatose condition, and that he was knowingly BURIED ALIVE. Melinda Smith states: I was in a neighbor’s house on Locust street, be tween First and Second. The charity wagon, No. 1, stopped, and I thought it had broken down. A friend called me out into the street to see. I went close up to the wagon, and there I saw two coffins—one for a baby, the other for a grown person. The coffin for the grown person was open, the lid being partly off. I saw distinctly the man on the inside of the coffin moving his hand trying to push off the lid, The driver took the cush ion off his seat and put it on the man’s face, and then sat on his head. In this position he still sat on him while he was going a square, and between Sec ond and Third streets he stopped again and took a hammer and tried to nail down the lid. Here the driver took the small coffin and put it on top of the man’s feet, and sat on him again. The driver, when I first went up to the wagon, in an angry tone, said: “What do you want?” and I said, “I want to see.” He answered, “ Get away from here, before I slap you in the mouth.” I said, “You are carrying a live man to the graveyard.” He then drove on. I followed the wagon to the graveyard, but we were not allowed to go in. The dri ver is a tall white man and wore a white hat; had a red face, and I have seen him often passing the door; I would know him if I saw him. Ellen Burns, residing at the same place, stated : The man was not dead, he raised his arms, and the driver put a pillow on him and tried to smother him. Henderson Burch, same residence : I know what they tell you to be true, I saw it. There was a small coffin and a large coffin in the wagon. I -went to the wagon and the driver.ordered me away. I followed it to the grave-yard, but did not stop to see the body buried. There were a great many people around there, white and black. William Harrison states: I first saw the cart at the graveyard called Locust Grove. The wagon drove in the yard, and as I had heard they were burying a live man, I went in, notwithstanding they tried to put me out. I went up close to the coffin, and I moved the lid and looked at him. The cUffin was on a stretcher. The man was still breath ing, and there was a coble-stone on his stomach. His toes were twitching and his breast moving. The man was naked. Isaw T all this plainly, just as I see that tree now. There* was a big crowd running after the wagon, women and boys living round there. Repairing to the Locust Grove Ceme tery, on Sixth street, between Furet and Locust, the .reporters were hardly pre pared for the sight which met theirgaze. This burying ground has for some time been used as the Potters’ Field of the city, and it is here that the friendless and moneyless are interred. Situated, as it is, out of the course of ordinary travel, a square distant from the Wash ington Shell, comparatively few people know of the existence of the place, and fewer have ever seen inside the gates. Yesterday morning was unusually w arm, the sun pouring down a flood of heat up on the pedestrian, rendering exercise anything but agreeable. Turning from Washington avenue toward the ceme tery, the reporter took a hasty survey of the surroundings, and then of the ground in which he stood. Long, low, level fields, unfit for culti vation, and apparently just to the rank vegetation thriving upon them, stretched out, margined here and there by the banks of a draining canal, and made just a little picturesque by the dottings of va grant cattle busy with their tails keeping off ambitious flies. In the near foreground of this, laid Potter’s field, a few lcet of which was shaded by two sickly willows, whilst the rest lay beneath tke blister ing heat. Entering the gate, it was the easiest thing in the world to see that the square was the pauper’s last resting place. In our other cemeteries, friends and relatives in the pangs of bereavement rear about loved ones’ last-home mauso leums of regret, which, in a great meas ure, serve to mask the naked terrors of the dark angel, but here death was visible everywhere. Visible in the latch you raised to enter the yard, made from an old coffin, visible in the stain and mouldy winding-sheet rotting in the laughing clover beside the walk. On the left of the central path it was evident friends had cared *lpr many of the graves, but on the right the picture was a sad one indeed. Here, iu a pile some five feet in height, were some fifty babies untenanted; COFFINS RESURRECTED, after the weary little bodies had wasted away. They were heaped carelessly to gether like so much old lumber, one upon the-other, and the sacrilegious flies seam ed to be feasting upon the sickening odor hanging around them. Scattered about lay coffins of all sizes, and the reporter, turning over one remarkable for its length was almost stifled by the stench, to the effects of which w r ere added the sexton’s remark that a ease of small-pox had just been taken out of it. Coffin-lids were used in many places to mend the fence, and so many were the uses they were put to, the whole place breathed destruction and pestilence. Following the guides, the reporter soon arrived at the lately-made grave of Geo. Banks. It was simply aheap of mud clods, unmarked and fresh. Those who had witnessed the burial readily pointed out the spot, and told how r be was carried in. The earth about it still bore the marks of the spade in smoothing it off, and had begun to crack from the sun’s rays. Near ly adjoining it were two newly-prepared graves. Looking into them could be seen on either side the coffins previously buried there, showing that the dead had been packed away like sardines. All of the graves were crowded together in con fusion, and no order w r as preserved. Here could be seen a baby put in be tween two adults, and there a group of babies placed belter skelter around. A visit to the place is enough to satisfy any one that it cannot help being a breeding place for disease. Its proximity to the thickly-settled portions of the city, the custom of taking out the old coffins of small-pox copses, and the general lack of any attention to sanitary laws, certain ly call for attention. John Brinkraeyer, a youth fourteen years of age, on Washington street, near Magnolia, stated : I was in the grave yard before the man was buried—l mean the man that was buried alive—l saw him move. He moved his toes. The man moved—it may have been the lift ing from the cart, but he moved and moved his toes. I left before he was buried. There were a number of other persons who stated that, hearing a man was be ing buried alive, they went to the ceme tery, but were pushed back and refused admittance. Schwartz, the sexton of the cemetery, stated, on being interviewed: “ The man was dead. I buried him. The coffin had fallen to pieces from the jolting of the cart. The lid of the coffin was off. The lid w r as divided into two pieces. The driver of the wagon, in driving in the nail, had driven it in the outside, and the lid fell off. I do not know what happened before he got to the cemetery. I did not see a stone placed on the breast of the dead man. Jim is a man suited for his position, and of course he is not very good-hearted and tender. It is cus tomary to admit persons to see bodies buried, but on this day we kept every body out because there was so much ex citement.” Our reporter laid the above particu lars before Detective Devereaux, and that officer, with an assiduity deserving of commendation, promptly instituted a search after Connors, and eventually succeeded in finding him at the City Work-house,where the corporation wag ons are kept. Connors, before being E laced under arrest, acknowledged that e had driven wagon No. 1 to the Locust Grove Cemetery Wednesday evening, at 4:30 o’clock, with the last remains of George Banks and a colored child that he had taken from the Small-Pox Hos pital, but denied in toto that the man was alive or that he had stopped on the w r ay. A Dose. — A man living far from any physician was taken suddenly ill. His family, in great alarm, not knowing what to do sent for a neighbor who had a rep utation for doctoring cows. “ Can’t you give father something to help him?” asked one of his sons. “ Wa’al, I don’t know nothin’ about doctorin’ people.” “ You know more than we do, for you can doctor cows. Now r what do you give them when they’re sick ?” “ Wa’al, I allersgive cows salts—Epsom salts. You might try.that on him.” “ How much shall we give him,” in quired the son. “ Wa’al Igi ve cows just a pound. I suppose man is as quarter as big as a cow —give him a quarter of a pound !” — To preserve the smoothness and soft ness of the hands, keep a small bottle of glycerine near the place where you ha bitually wash them, and whenever you have finished washing, and before you wipe them, put one or two drops of the glycerine on the wet palm and rub the hands thoroughly with it as if it were then dry lightly with the towel. Household work and bad weather will not prevent your skin from being smooth and soft, if this plan of using glycerine is followed. Getting His Picture Taken. A ruralist went into a Saratoga photo graph pillery, the other day, and was ap parently happy viewing the pictures that covered the walls. He was asked if he desired his picture taken. “Don’t mind if I do,” he replied ; and he was placed in charge of the operator. Being ques tioned as to the kind or quality of picture, he believed “ That it makes no differ ence to me.” He was seated in a chair, and seemed highly amused in having “My head drove back into that pitch fork.” The operator told him that it was a liead-rest, and said “Bit quietly, for I’ll be back for just a moment,” The ruralist took a chew of tobacco and then inspected the rest-head to see what kind of a “ Consarned thing it was, any way.” Hearing the operator returning, he shot back into the enair and bent one ear double trying to get his head into the rest; but he wouldn’t mind if the operator didn’t miss it. The camera was pulled around, aud about one-quarter of the operator and a mysterious black cloth disappeared for a moment in it. The ruralist feared that it was dangerous and so said, 44 Look out there, Chap, you’ve that pointed right at me.” It took five minutes to prove to him that his life was not in danger. Everything being in readiness, the operator said, “ Noiv, look right here ; raise your chin a little ; look your pleasantest; you can wink, but you must not move—now hush !” He also told him it would take a trifle longer than usual, as it was cloudy. The pho tographer, with his back turned, was looking at his watch ; while the one be ing photographed, immovable as a rock, gazed into the camera’s disk. But what thoughts ran through his head, and what he suffered none but he can tell. That ear throbbed with pain, and he would have given a dozen of eggs to scratch his head. Would have sacrificed five cents to have a chance to spit. The toe that he froze in February suddenly woke up, and he was afraid that a buzzing fly he heard would promenade down his nose. His heart seemed to burst, and he would take his oath that each eye was on fire. What if he had lost his pockctbook, or should miss the train. Years of thoughts whirled round his brain, and he wondered if there was the least spark of compassion left in that operator. It was almost a living death ; but, at last, at the end of just thirty-five seconds, the operator “ Shut that dad blasted thing up and imprudently told me 4 That’ll do!' ” The picture was shortly mounted and iu the pocket of the ruralist, who started to go without settling for the same. In answer to a question, he said he had for gotten nothing; and ivas completely thunder-struck when the picture was re ferred to, exclaiming : “ You asked me, didn’t you—l s’posed it was your treat all the time.” The picture was made a present to him, as he had just money enough to pay his way home.—Sarato gian. - Wild Men. The London Academy says : “ During last session Mr. Bond,an Indian surveyor, while at work in the Madras Presidency, to the southwest of the Palanei Hills, managed to catch a couple of the wild folk who live in the hill jungles of the Western Ghats. These people sometimes bring honey, wax and sandlewood to ex change with the villagers for cloth, rice tobacco and betel nut, but they are very shy. The man was four feet six inches high ; he had a round head, coarse, black wooly hair and 'dark brown skin. The forehead was low and slightly retreating, the lower part of the face projected like the muzzle of a monkey, and the mouth, which was small and oval, with thick lips, protruded about an inch beyond the nose ; he had short bandy legs, a com paratively long body and arms that ex tended almost to his knees; the back just above the buttocks was concave, making the stern appear to be much protruded. The hands and fingers were dumpy aud always contracted, so that they could not be made to stretch out quite straight and flat; the palms and fingers were cov ered with thick skin (more especially the tips of the fingers), the nails were small and imperfect, and the feet broad and thick-skinned all over. The woman was the same height as the man, the color of the skin was of a yellow tint, the hair black, long and straight, and the features well formed. This quaint folk occasionally eat flesh, but feed chiefly upon roots and honey. They have no fixed dwelling places, but sleep on any convenient spot, generally between two rocks, or in caves near which they hap pen to be benighted. Worship is- paid to certain local divinities of the forest. Although the race has been reduced to a few families, their existence was not unknown, but this is the first time they have been described with any minute ness.” “ The Dark Day.” —The 19th of May, 1780, was distinguished by the phenome non of a remarkable darkness all over the Northern States, and is often referred to as the “ dark day.” At that time the Legislature of Connecticut was in session at Hartford. Avery general opinion prevailed that the day of judgment was at hand. The House of Representatives adjourned. A proposal to adjourn the Council was under eonsoltation. When the opinion of Colonel Davenport was asked, he answered : “lam against ad journment. The day of judgment is either approaching or it is not. If it is not, there is no caose for adjournment. If it is, I choose to be found doing my duty. I wish, therefore, that caudles may be brought. “Biddy,” said a lady, “step over and see hew old Mrs. Jones is this morning.” In a few minutes Biddy returned with the information that Mrs. Jones was seventy-two years seven months and two days old that morning. VOL. I—NO. 36. Story of a Lightning-Rod Peddler, He drove his team close up to the fence, got down and rapped on the door. The widow Gilkins opened it, when ho said : “ Mrs. Gilkens, I am cognizant of the circumstances by which you are at present surrounded, left, a you are to trudge down the journey of life through a cold and heartless world—uo longer sustained and encouraged by the noble one to whom you gave the treasures of your heart’s affection, and bowed down by the manifold cares and responsibilities incidental to the rearing of eight small children on forty acres of sub-carbonifer ous lime-stone land; yet, Mrs. Gilkers, you are aware that the season is now approaching when dark, dismal, dan ger ious clouds at frequent intervals span the canopy of heaven, and when zigzag streaks of electricity dart promiscuously hither and thither, rendering the habita tion unsafe for yourself and those dear little ones; hence, therefore, let me sell you a copper wire, silver tipped and highly magnetic lightning rod.’ > The woman staggered back a few paces and yelled: “.Narcis, unfasten old Cronch !” In another instance a savage bull-dog came dartingaround the corner of the house, with bristles up, thirsting for gore. The dog already mangled a machine agent and patent soap man, and was held in great esteem by the bet ter class of citizens for his courage and service; but when his eye met the hard, penetrating gaze of Mr. Parsons, his chops fell, and he slunk off and hid ii the currant bushes. Then the man said: “My dear lady, you seem to be a little excited. Now, if you will allow me to explain the probable inesti mable—” “ Darn ye, I know something that will start ye,” said Mrs. Gilkens, as she reached under some bed-clotbing and brought forth a horse-pistol; but, owing to the shattered condition Of her nerves, her aim was unsteady, and the charge of buckshot missed, save where a few scat tered ones struck his cheek and bounced off. A hard, metalic smile spread over his countenance as he leaned his should against the door-frame,and again coalmen ced : “ My dear madame, spasmodic manifestations of your disinclination to make a judicious investment of a few pal try dollars—” “ Hi—ho!” shrieked the widow, and collapsed into a kind of jerking swoon ; and before she recovered a highly magnetic lightning-rod decorated her humble domicile, and Parsons had the blank note filled out all ready for her signature. An Old Paper. From the Southern Baptist Messenger , formerly published in this county, under date of, April 1, 1851, we reprint the following article, at the solicitation of an old lady: Lexington, Ga., Feb. 10, 1851. Dear and Beloved Brethren and Sisters : As I am old and well stricken in years, I feel a desire to let yon know of my trials and afflictions as a poor sirroer. I married very young and lived with in six miles of my father’s, happy ami content; but when Aycock’s lauds were divided it fell to our lot to move to Big Creek. I thought I would die and be lost, but my mother told me to seek the Lord— He was the best Friend. After we came up here I thought I would seek the Lord as I had promised my mother; but I would fray a while and sin a while by turns. thought a great deal about Election and Predestination. It was the last thing I thought of at night, and the first tiling when I awoke. The Lord have mercy on me. lam condemned by the holy law of God; for the thought of foolishness is sin, and the soul that sins shall die. I thought I was lost; I could not shed a tear, and sleep had left me. I thought if all this world had been mine I would have given it all to be a Christian. While meditating Jesus showed himself as the Way, the Truth, and the Life, and revealed to me the glorious plan of salva tion through his death and sufferings, and that from all eternity it was no new thing, but had always been fixed in the counsels of God from eternity. I then thought I could see how I could be saved so plainly that I have never forgot it yet- Bless the Lord, Omy soul! what shall I render to the Lord for all his benefits t The Lord is good, and his mercy endur eth forever; He has given me reason to hope that nine outof eleven children have been born of tihe Spirit, and grand chil dren Ido not know how many, but a goodly number. O that they all might hear His voice and come! Dear breth ren, try to pray for me and them, that we may be useful. I shall be seventy-five years of age if I live to see the first day of May next- Forty years ago the twelth day of that month, I trust, the Lord revealed to me His salvation, and I knew the Lord to be gracious to my poor soul—l feel that I have not long to stay here. The Ever lasting Love of God is my joy and my song; let him have all the praise—Amin. “ Thee at all times would I bless ; Having thee I all possess— How can I bereaved be Since I cannot part with thee ?” Penelope Aycock. The Pointing Office. —The printing office has indeed proved a better college to many a boy, has graduated more use ful and eonspicious members of society, has brought more intellect out and turned it into practical, useful channels, awak ened more minds, generated more active elevated thoughts, than many of the lit erary colleges of the country. A boy who commences in such a school as the printingoffice, will have his talents and ideas brought out; and if he is a careful observer, experience in his profession will contribute more toward an educa tion that can be obtained in almost any other manner.