The forest news. (Jefferson, Jackson County, Ga.) 1875-1881, July 31, 1875, Image 1

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by THE JACKSON COUNTY ) PUBLISHING COMPANY. $ VOLUME I. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, By the Jackson County Publishing Company. JEFFERSON, JACKSON CO., GA. OFFICE, N- W. COR. PUBLIC SQUARE, UP-STAIRS. MALCOM STAFFORD, MANAGING AND BUSINESS EDITOR. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. One copy 12 months $2.00 “ 6 “ 1.00 “ “ 3 “ 50 jgjrFor every Club of Ten subscribers, an ex tra copy of the paper will be given. RATES OF ADVERTISING. One Dollar per square (of ten lines or less) for the first insertion, and Seventy-five Cents for each subsequent insertion. All Advertisements sent without specifica tion of the number of insertions marked thereon, will be published TILL FORBID, and charged accordingly. * jfcjrßusiness or Professional Cards, of six lines or less, Seven Dollars per annum; and where they do not exceed ten lines, Ten Dollars. Con tract Adverlising. The following will be the regular rates for con tract advertising, and will be sfridly adhered to in all cases : Squares, iw. Im. :s m. <m. lvim. 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Address all communications for publication and all letters on business to MALCOM STAFFORD, Managing and Business Editor. i r iF In comparing the taxation of France and that of this country, Mr. DeEmhil says : “A house costing in Paris §70,000, and pay ing §3,500 rent, is taxed §3OO, equivalent to per cent, on the rent, or 43 cents on each hundred dollars of the value, say less than \ per cent. New York pays 3.03 per cent, on the value, equivalent to §2.121, or 60 per cent, on the rent, and if the house is mort gaged for §20,000 must compensate in interest the3.o3 per cent, tax, paying 900 more; aggregating §3.030 or H 6 per cent, of the rent, adding costs of repairs, lire insurance, water taxes, etc., the rent being eaten up en tirely. If the rent was only 42 cents on the dollar, or 60 cents, as during President Buchanan's administration, it would cost §420, and the difference of §1,701 to §2 610 could be reduced in the rent without reduc ing the net income.” Fue Bed Bug. —We knew it would come. Ihe Scientific American announces that an insect, hostile to housewives and slumber, lias been purged of his pestilential qualities by a simple scientific method, and rendered a delighful and indispensable article of the dressing-table. By soaking nice fat bed bugs in a saturated solution of nitrate of potash and water, a perfume, delicate, delicious, penetrating, and like nothing else in the wide world, is obtained. Tribune says : What an impetus this will give to the slaughter of insects of this persuasion 1 Ni trate of potash is cheap, and bed bugs are plentiful. The underpaid clerk on five dol lars a week, living at a dingy, third-class hoarding house, has in this announcement the wherewithal to accumulate a competency. Such is the value of the daily newspaper as the handmaid of science, and benefactor of the helpless and needy. Now for the discovery that cockroaches ! C:m be used as flavoring extracts for pnd j 'lings, pies, etc. G abriel, blow your horn ! — Aug. Const. LSP This is the way the Cincinnati Enquirer puts it: “In 1865 we had about twenty-two hundred millions of dollars in cir culating medium. The Republican party lias contracted it to seven hundred millions. . 8 has practically been a great confisca tion of private property. This has been a holesale robber3 r of the debtor class. This cis caused a ruinous decline in prices. This the mills. This has put out the fires m the furnaces. This has closed the stores. ; Hus has produced a paral3'sis of the industry *he country.” What we want is a cur ! r ency issued directly by the Government; a currency which will be fair to all, enough for :i “. and which will hold the Union together uii'ler all circumstances. -—1 1 | About a Dog. —The captain of a Nahant M >ut has a fine, curley dog, which never nmses making a trip with his master if he can I le 'p it. He is quite sociable, and well ac- I M'umted with the regular passengers. The3 T I t| 1U - W P ecu harities, and he does some of I tm™ (^OOS n °t regularly “beg,” he is I ' m sharp enough to “ hang around” those I !' ,aro ra ther liberally disposed. He often lif S l >eTm Y or 5 cent piece and then off I je bounds to the refreshment table and lays I t out in cake as orderly as a boy. He would I wf 11 eat the floor, like a dog which 1 1m' . ne ' er V©en taught good manners. He I hi!! f master and puts the cake in his I cat *.. a . then stands by decorously and I him 1 /'.? lece Piece, as it is broke off for lur1 ura ‘ Christian Intelligencer. THE FOREST NEWS. The People their own Rulers; Advancement in Education, Science, Agriculture and Southern Manufactures. Communications. For the Forest News. Letters to Young Men.—No. 2. My Dear Young Friends: —ln my last letter, I addressed you upon the subject of the formation of good moral characters. In this communication I wish to give you some wholesome advice in regard to the proper im provement of your understandings. The mind is the noblest part of man. Your bodies, however young and strong they may be at present, are doomed to death, and must soon be mingled with their mother earth again ; but your minds are destined to im mortality. After your weeping friends shall have cov ered up your lifeless bodies in winding sheets of clay, your immortal souls will continue to act, and think, and feel forever and ever.— Hence, while your bodies should not be neg lected, your minds should receive your chief attention, and should be improved and culti vated with the most assiduous care, and with the most unflagging perseverance. Your minds are susceptible of indefinite improvement. But some of you may say, “ we have no time to devote to the cultivation and improvement of our minds. We cannot attend school; and are compelled to toil from day to day continually. We have but few books, and cannot find leisure to read and study the few books that we possess.” Well, my friends, listen to me. John Brown was a poor boy from Ireland, who, with his parents, settled in the State of South Caro lina about 100 years ago. Books were very scarce then, and schools were not very numerous, nor very good, and John Brown had to work for the support of his father's family. But he resolved that he would be a scholar. When 16 years old, he attended a school for nine months. When 19 years old, he again attended a school for nine months ; and this was the sum-total of all the school privileges that he ever enjoyed. But John Brown had determined that he would have an education, and t hat he would possess a highly cultivated mind. Therefore, when other boys were sleeping or playing, he was studying uid reading. And now mark the result. In 1788 he was licensed to preach the Gospel. 1 n 1809 he was chosen Professor of Logic and Moral Philosophy in the College of South Carolina; and in 1811 he was elected Presi lent of the University of Georgia, at Athens. Although he himself held no College diploma, yet he conferred many diplomas upon others. In the example of Rev. I)r. John Brown con may discover what may he accomplished >y a resolute will, an unfaltering purpose, ui 1 unwearied perseverance. Benjamin Franklin was a poor boy, com pelled to work in a printing office for his own support: yet he found leisure, while diffident ly working at his trade, to study a little every day. and to read good books ; and in time he became a great philosopher, and the equal, if not tl*e superior, of Danton and DuFay. J ames Furgerson was a poor shepherd-boy, keeping his master's sheep upon the heather clad hills of Scotland, with little leisure and few books, and 3 r et he became a great astron omer, and the equal of Dick and La-Place. Now, my young friends, } r ou may never be come Furgersons or Franklins, jmt you may render yourselves very intelligent men.— Whatever may be your trade or profession, you surely can find an hour’s leisure every day for mental improvement, even if von have to snatch it from the time usualty allot ted to sleep. One hour every day devoted to study, or to the careful reading of some learn ed work, will be equal to 43 days in school every year, and will do you more good, in deed, than 43 days devoted to study every year in the best school in the State. Do not despise the day of small things. “Many a little makes a muclde,” says the old Scotch proverb. A little knowledge gained every day will amount to a vast sum of intelligence in ten years. Do not spend all your money in dressing and pampering your mortal bodies. Buy a few good books and papers every }'ear. Get the best. Do not waste your money and time on trashy novels, or other shallow and worthless books and peri odicals. Do not attempt to read many books, but read slowly and carefully ; and endeavor to understand and remember what you read. Always have pen, ink and paper handy, and be sure to compose and write two or three sentences carefully every day upon some important subject. Habituate your selves to the practice of expressing your deepest thoughts on paper. Write carefully ; and after you have written down one sentence, study and consider it well, and see if you cannot improve it in some particulars; and then write it over again. Many a time you might profitably spend an hour in writing and re-writing one single sentence. If you will dilligently pursue this course, you will soon perceive that yon are making decided im provement in both thinking and composing. When engaged in this exercise of writing, never leave a sentence until you shall have made it as perfect as possible. Let me also advise you to cultivate the habit of close observation. Many people live in a world of facts and truths with their eyes as good as closed eyes, and no better. They see nothing, or almost nothing, of the won drous mysteries and interesting facts scatter ed all around them. For instance, many grown men in Georgia never observed that the blackberry bush bears only one crop of berries, and dies as soon as it has ripened its only crop. They never observe. They have seen clover in its beauty and luxuriance many times, but have never taken any notice of the fact that every leaf-stem of the clover has on it three and only three leaves. Such people never grow much wiser by their own observation. The natural world around them teems with beauties and useful and interest ing facts, but they see them not, because they are traveling through the world with their shut. Keep your eyes wide open, my T 3 r oung friends, and let the teeming truths and JEFFERSON, JACKSON COUNTY, GA., SATURDAY, JULY 31, 1875. beauties of the natural world find their way through your eyes into your understandings, that you may grow wiser as you grow older. In the last place, let me advise you to con verse with men wiser than yourselves,— When in the company of intelligent persons, draw out their information by asking them questions upon important subjects. Be not too wise to learn, nor too proud to ask for in formation. He that associates and converses with wise men shall himself soon become wise; but the companion of fools shall be destroyed. The great philosopher, Lord Bacon, in his sententious style, remarks : “Reading makes a full man ; conversation makes a ready man ; and writing makes a correct man.” By read ing a little carefully every day ; by convers ing with intelligent people, when you have the opportunity; by writing out your thoughts with great care when you cau ; and by habits of close observation and thoughtful reflection, you m<ay in due time rank among the most intelligent men of our country, and may enjoy that noble happiness which springs onl} r from well-stored minds. Very truly, your friend, G. 11. Cartledge. For the Forest News. Letters to a Young Lady.—No. 1. by uncle judson. My Dear Niece : —As 1 feel a very deep interest in your welfare, and as you and your mother have been so pleased with my sug gestions as to kindly ask me to give you any advice which I might think would be of ad vantage to you, permit me to ask you to con sider the subject of marriage. Doubtless it has not occupied your thoughts to any considerable extent vet; still, as it is a subject of the greatest possible importance, you cannot be too early impressed with cor rect views concerning it. Failing to duly appreciate its importance, many have made inconsiderate and hasty engagements, which they have been compelled, with the appear ance of wrecklessness, to disregard. Others have not only made hasty engagements, but have hastily married, with but a very imper fect knowledge of even the leading traits of character of those to whom they are to look for support and protection, and who arc to share their joys and sorrows to the end of life. It is, therefore, not strange that so many unhappy matches are made, and*, so many suits for divorce are instituted. A young lady may be favorably impressed with the conversational powers of a young gentleman, or his beauty, or his dress, but alter marriage, to her great sorrow, she discovers not a single quality belonging to him to make her happy, and she regrets during the remainder of life, the folly of a few days. In contemplating marriage, a young lady should carefully consider all that is involved —that it is calculated to make her very hap py or ver) r miserable as she is wisely or fool ishly united. She should cultivate a long and intimate acquaintance with him who proffers to become hers, and thus test the sincerity of his attachment. If persons are not happily united in wedlock, far better for them had they never seen each other's faces. A person may make a mistake in a business partnership. lie may loose his capital, blight his prospects and injure his reputation, but his condition is not hopeless. Improving bv sad experience, he may regain his energy, surmount his difficulties, and reach a Higher pinnacle of fame and excellence than he ever had in contemplation before. But a mistake in marrying is life-long and irreparable. 1 hope you will not make a mistake so fatal. Allow me to suggest to you here, the pro priety of consulting your mother on every important step which you may be about to take, and especially should you have her ma ture judgment and advice on the subject now under consideration. Bun-away matches but rarely result in per manent good to the parties. Your mother’s intimate knowledge of human nature, and long experience and observation, together with her deep affection for 3 T ou and interest in your welfare, abundantly qualify her to give 3 r ou wholesome advice. Do not rashly disregard her and bring reproach upon your self, from which y'ou will never afterwards be able to escape. Should 3'ou have a friend or two, in whose judgment and discretion you can confide, you should not hesitate to mention the subject to them, and carefully compare their opinions with 3’our own. I cannot approve the course chosen b3' many, of keeping the courtship, engagement, and all, wholly secret until a few days before they are to be married. However weighty a suggestion might be, it is then too late to make it, unless it accords with the course al ready determined on. These suggestions may seem to be out of place, but I am sure you will duly appreciate them when 3'ou become more interested in the subject than you are now. Yon cannot be too cautious in entering in to an obligation which so vitally affects your condition in time and eternity. How foolish it is, and must ever be, for a young lady to accept the hand of a 3 r oung gentleman of whom she knows but little, and even the lit tle she knows excites her doubts as to wheth er he is competent and willing to make her contented and happy when she has become his. It is believed that a large per cent, of the wretchedness and debauchery so rife in the world, has its origin in discontentment in the marriage relation. To assist you in avoiding a condition so deplorable, and by various precautions and suggestions, to enable you to be respected and happy, is the object of this writing. On a subject so important, and one so much neglected, if I say any thing which shall be of advantage to you, I shall be amply re warded. [to be continued.] Ulle |)oets Corner. For the Forest News. My Childhood’s Home. Dear home of my childhood, dear spot of this earth. My heart clings with pleasure to the scenes ’round thy hearth; Thy pleasures, thy blisses, thv sorrows and cares Mingle in the joys of my evening prayers. O home of my childhood, O home of my youth, Long will live thy memory and thy every sacred truth— Taught me ’neath thy r dear old roof at my moth er’s knee To live in peace with God on earth and through eternity. O home of my' childhood, I love each sacred spot, The tiniest flower, the smallest tiling will never be forgot; The tree that stood beside the door beneath which I have played, While the evening zephyrs fanned my head be neath its cooling shade. Farewell, dear lovely' spot, Fate bids me now de part, But y'our memory' will ever cling around my lone ly heart ; Farewell! It makes mo weep—my breast a sigh to heave; A glance, and I am gone, my dear old home to leave. Love thee—yes, I love thee, my r childhood’s dear old home; To leave thee makes my sad heart, ache—this wide, wide world to roam ; Farewell! That word, that sound, how sad, but yet must say' farewell— But the pang of grief it gives my heart is more than words can tell. “ Thy will he done,” 0 God, on earth, and may' I ne’er complain To have to leave my childhood’s home to ne’er return again ; But when ITn dead and gone from earth, this wide world cease to roam. May' 1 be buried in the old grave-yard at my child hood’s dear old home. MYRNFJI. filisccfltmcous filed fey. THE BATTLE OF KETTLE CREEK. The centennial celebration of this impor tant battle will not occur until February 14th, 1879 ; but as it will be the next great centen nial event in this State, a brief account of it is certainly not ill-timed. We shall not as sume that our readers know all about the battle ; for one paper in the State missed the tacts far enough to locate the battle field in Ware county. The battle really occurred in Wilkes county, about nine miles from Washington, and perhaps half that distance from the rails of the Washingthn branch of the Georgia railroad. The creek preserves its revolutionary name, and its peaceful wa fers flow into Little river, a confluent of the Savannah. Thecal l of Savannah on the 3rd day of January/l 779, and the loss of Howe’s army had a most disheartening effect upon the patriots of the whole state. Gen. Provost and the victorious Col. Campbell of the British army, followed up their victories so vigorously that in a very short time there was very little left of the American army in Georgia. Col. Campbell pushed upward rap idly, and in the last days of January took possession of Augusta. After resting there a few days, he pursued the march into the in terior, ruthlessly destroying property, and insulting the people as he moved along. It was a march from the sea on Sherman’s plan, but on a small scale. Most of the people fled as he approached, into South Carolina. The few who remained were re-assembled by Col. John Doolv. His party was shortly re inforced by 250 men under Col. Pickens. Menaced as they were by Col. Campbell, their situation grew worse when it was known that the notorious Boyd had raised a partizan corps of 800 men, whom he was leading to wards Georgia to desolate the state. Pick ens and Dooly, now joined by Col. Clarke, re solved to attack Boyd, and save, if possible, upper Georgia from utter destruction. “Much,” sa3's Stevens, “depended on this bat tle. It was a moment big with the fate of upper Georgia.” On the morning of the 14th of January, 1779, 1103'd very carelessh' halted at a cer tain farm near Kettle Creek, and his army were dispersed in various directions, engaged in killing and gathering stock, and other op erations. This was the patriots’ opportunhy. They advanced in three divisions, the center led by Pickens, the commander of the day, the right under Colonel Dooty and the left under Clarke, all with orders not to fire a gun until within at least thirtj'-five paces. Pickens, stopped b3' a half-formed abattis, skillfully gained the flank of Bo3'd, when he attacked him with great bravery. Boyd was shot down, and his men fled, but were rallied on a hill across the creek. Clarke quickly found a ford, and soon rose upon a hill in the rear of the enemy. His deadly fire complet ed the victory, and the 103’alists fled in utter defeat and confusion. Not two hundred and fifty of Boyd's eight hundred ever reached Augusta. Bo3’d himself and seventy of his men were killed, and as many more were wounded and taken prisoners. The rest fled in every direction. Some were afterwards hung as traitors and miscreants, some skulk ed among mountain passes of North Caroli na, and the whole organization was annihi lated. It is difficult to over-estimate the impor tance of this great victory. It not only saved upper Georgia from invasion, but it infused new vigor into the drooping cause of liberty in Georgia and South Carolina. McGreth immediately fell back to Augusta, which was soon abandoned, and Camppell’s retreat was onl\ T made possible by the burning of all the bridges that he marched over. We are glad to learn from the Washington Gazette that arrangements are being made to celebrate the centennial on the old battle field. Upper Georgia can not well refuse to participate in the celebration of a battle that saved her from the barbarities of British warfare dur ing the revolution. Out of pure gratitude we should ralty in 1879 to revive the mem ories of our brave and patriotic defenders.— Atlanta Constitution. A stove-pipe hat is alwa3 r s becoming, un less it is too much stove. “Rossum the Beau.” J. A. Dacus, in the St. Louis Sunday Republican, furnishes the little history of a famous old South-western melody and of the quaint character it commemorates : James Rossum, whose name was on every lip for twenty 3 f ears, and has not yet entirely perished from the memory of men, was a pedagogue in a Mississippi village during a period of nearly forty years, closing his career about 1830. lie' was a prime old bachelor, devoted to the duties of his position from Monday morning till Friday evening. Saturday was the holiday of the Beau, lie rose early, dressed with elaborate care in gorgeous attire, and sallied forth to spend the da3 r in visiting the ladies of the neigh borhood. This eccentricity had gained for the pedagogue the sobriquet of the Beau, and he was known far and wide in that State as ‘Old Rossum the Beau.’ But the Beau was no proof against the ravages of time. One morning, as he passed along the street with ‘tottering step and slow,’ his growing infirmities attracted the attention of two men who were then young. One of these Col. W. 11. Sparks, of Atlanta, Georgia, still survives at the age of eighty. The other was a man named Cox, a jovial, fun-loving man, who long ago passed awa3% lie was a superior vocalist in those da3 r s, and could throw' a vast deal of pathos into his songs. On the morning alluded to, the, friends, Sparks and Cox, were together in the law office of the former, when ‘Old Rossum. the Beau’ with weak, unsteady step, passed down the street. Cox remarked to his friend: Toor old Rossum! some of these sunny mornings he will be found dead, when he shall have a noble funeral, and all the ladies will honor it with being present, I know.’ The manner in which he spoke produced more than a passing impression on Sparks. He seized his pen, and under the inspiration of the moment, wrote the famous song, Old Rossum, the Beau.’ Cox composed, or rather adapted the mu sic from an old Methodist revival tune, and many a time, when singing it before mixed audiences, old and young were moved to tears by the tenderness and pathos which lie threw into the l3 r ric. The lines have no claim to merit as a literal production judged by any canon of literary criticism, and 3'et the song ‘took,’ and for thirty years continued to be a favorite throughout the Mississippi valle3 r and the Southern States. As many of our readers may not be acquainted with the original lines of ‘Old Rossum the Beau,’ we give them as they were furnished to a Southern newspaper b}' the venerable author three or four years ago : Now, soon on some soft, sunny morning, The first tiling my neighbors shall know, Their ears shall be met with the warning— Come bury old Rossum, the beau. My friends then so neatly shall dress me In linen as white as the snow, And in my new cdffin shall press me, And whisper : Poor Rossum, the beau. And when I'm to be buried, I reckon, The ladies will all like to go ; Let them form at the foot of my coffin, And follow old Rossum, the beau. Then take you a dozen good fellows, And let them all staggering go, And dig a deep hole in the meadow, And in it toss Rossum, the beau. Then shape out a couple of dornicks, Place one at the head and the toe ; And do not fail to scratch on it— Here lies old Rossum, the beau. Then take you these dozen good fellows And stand them all round in a row, And drink out of a big-bellied bottle, Farewell to old Rossum, the beau. Simple as are these verses, inartistic as they may be, they had power to please, and this became and for a long time continued to be the lyric sung most by some millions of people. When the far-famed Swedish nightingale, Jenny Lind, came to America to warble her sweet lays in 1848, she sang two nights in the old Washington Street Theatre, at Mem phis. Among the songs which the audience desired her to sing was this, in memory of ‘‘Old Rossum, the Beau.” She sang it on the second night of her appearance, with a sweetness and pathos which had an effect up on the audience, such as no music ever com posed by the master geniuses of musical art could have produced. Dolls in Ancient Times. Playthings, especially puppets, were so entirely, in the opinion of the ancients, the distinctive attributes of childhood, tlmt they not only lavished them upon their children during life, but dared not separate them from them after death. Enter this tomb, the path of which is still strewe l with flowers, raise this stone which is covered with a gilt inscrip tion ; a young child reposes there, and be side it a little silver tuned bell, a splendidly dressed doll, and all the playthings of its life. ‘ Go, my son,’ the mother had said ; ‘ death has taken thee from my love ; but, arrived at the fields of happiness, thou shalt have where with to charm thy infancy, and recall to thy heart thine abode among thy friends on the earth.’ How touching and poetical was this custom! It was retained by the earlies Christians, and it is from their tombs we ought to derive our ideas of ancient sepul chres. In their cemeteries the plajdhings of infancy have been found. These playthings consisted of puppets of ivory or of bone, such as were found in great numbers in the coffin of Marie, the daughter of Stilicon, and wife of the Emperor Ilonorious, which was uncovered in 1544, in the cemetery of the Vatican. The body of the young princess was wrapped in golden tissues ; beside her a silver casket containing the articles of her toilet; and finally, ivory dolls, whose presence can be explained only by the ancient custom, according to which young girls consecrated their dolls to Venus befor contracting marriage. In this is reveal ed in a marked manner the part of the doll in the amusements of childhood. The great offering, the solemn sacrifice of the Roman virgins to Venus, at the moment of marriage was a doll. By this they hoped to propitiate the goddess, and obtain from her a fortunate marriage. TERMS, $2.00 PER ANNUM. ) SI.OO FOR SIX MONTHS. Ludicrous Mistake. A handsmo young man stepped off the train at Milan, a few days ago, and while the engine was letting off a few whiffs of extra steam, eoncl a young lady close by a pine-apple bv way of keeping his image fresh in her memory. He had rather a weakness for this young lady and was therefore rather particular in selecting the finest pineapple and wrapping it up in the finest paper. While bending over a table “grubbing up” something very nice to put in the note to accompany tho^present, lie failed to notice that: a travelling drummer had laid a package upon the table, very similar in appearance to his pineapple. 111 l an unlucky moment he got hold of the drummer's package and innocently dispatch ed it with his bill (ft iloux to the fair charmer, and again seat in the train, wearing a smile of satisfaction beneath his curled moustache. But his smile was sad when the mother of the young lady, entered the ear about fifteen minutes later, with a pair of soiled linen breeches, flying pennantlike from her hand. Her eyes fell at once upon the offender. She wanted him to know that her daughter was not to be insulted in any such manner, and he had better explain himself without delay. I lie drummer here put in an appearance, and comprehending the situation, disgorged the pine-apple from his carpet-satchel, which he had so innocently mistaken for his own bundle. A light broke on all parties and a general laugh ensued. The young lady got her pine-apple, and the train rolled away, bearing a young man happy that the mistake had been so fortunate ly explained. Plowing vs. Studying. A great many boys mistake their calling, but all such are not fortunate enough to find it out in as good season as did the one to whom the following story relates. It is said that Rufus Choate, the great lawyer, was once in'New Hampshire, making a plea, when a boy, the sou of a farmer, resolved to leave the plow and become a lawyer, like Rufus, lie accordingly went to Boston, called on Mr. Choate, and said to him : “ I heard your plea up in our town, and I have a desire to become a lawyer like you. Will you teach me?” “As well as I can,” said the great lawyer. “ Come in and sit down.” Taking down a copy of Blackstone, he said: “Read this until I come back, and I will see how you get on.” The poor boy began. An hour passed. His back ached, his head and legs ached. He knew not how to study. Every moment became a torture. He wanted air. Another hour passed, and Mr. Choate came and asked: “llow do 3 r ou get on ?” “ Cet on ! Why, do }’ou have to read such stuff as this !” “Yes.” “ llow much of it?” “All there is on those shelves, and more,”’ looking about the great library. “How long will it take?'’ “ V ell, it lias taken me more than twenty five 3 T ears.” “ How much do yon get !” “ Aly board and clothes.” “ Is that all?” “Well that is about all I have gained as yet.” “ Then,” said the boy, “ I will go back to plowing. The work is not near as hard, and it pa3 r s better.” A Mother’s Influence- A college student, not a professor of reli gion, was accustomed to kneel down and pray before retiring to bed. Ilis room-mate, who was prayerless and profane, speaking of it, said : “ It's on account of a promise he has made to his mother, I suppose.” Of his room-mate’s praying he*spoke thus sneering ly, but his conjecture was probably correct. Happy are those sons whose mothers teach them to pray, and whose influence over them, on account of a pious example, is so power ful that they are constrained to do as they have been taught. The young man who was not ashamed to pray, even in the presence of his irreligious room-mate, has been for years a member of the Presbyterian church, was joined in mar riage to a pious lady, and fills with honor a high station connected with one of our State governments. The other, who made light of a mother's holy teachings, was a young man of talent, and a good scholar, but after leaving college, he failed to occupy a prominent position among men. He died a few years ago, prob ably as he had lived, a scoffer. To a pious mother’s influence, many of our best men trace their elevation in the world. — S. S. Times. Was Tempted. — A member of the colored church was the other evening conversing ear nestly with an acquaintance, and seeking to have him change into better paths, but the friend said that lie was too often tempted to become a Christian. “Whar’s yer backbone, dat ye can’t rose up and stand temptation !” exclaimed the good man. “I was dat way myself once. Right in dis yere town I had a chance to steal a pa’r o’ boots—mighty nice ones, too. No body was dar to see me, and I reached out my hand and de debbil said take ’em. Den a good sperit whispered fur me to let dem boots alone.’ “An’ you didn’t take’em?” No, sah—not much. I took a pa’r o* cheap shoes off de shelf an’ left dem boots alone !” Vicksburg Herald. A man in North Carolina who was saved from a conviction for horse stealing by the powerful plea of his lawyer, after his acquit tal by the jury, was asked by the lawyer: “ Honor bright, now Bill, you did steal that horse, didn’t you?” “Now look-a-here, judge,” was the reply, “ I allers did think I stole that hoss. but, I'll be dogoned if I aint got my doubts about it.” NUMBER 8.