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POETICAL.
low.
The foflowiag lines from Household Words, arc
fell of wholesome advice as well as beautiful im
uprrT. They convey to the youthful dreamer a
lest*** which it would be well for him to ponder :
A rise ! for the day is passing-
While you lie dreaming on ;
Your brothers arc cased in armor,
And forth to th fight arc gone;
Your place in the ranks await you ;
Each man has ft port to play ;
The past and the future are nothing
In the face of the stern to-day.
Arise from your dreams of the future—
Of gaining a hard-fought field,
©f storming the airy fortress,
Of bidding the giant yield ;
Your future has deeds of glory.
Of honor; (tiod grant it may !)
Hut your arm will never he stronger
Or needed as now—to-day.
Arise! If the past detain you.
Her sunshine and storms forget I
S o chains so unworthy to hold you
As tliose of vain regret;
Sad or bright, she is lifeless ever ;
Cast her phantom arms away !
Nor look back, save to learn the lesson
Of a nobler strife to-day.
Arise f f>r the hour is passing;
The-sound you dimly hear,
Is your enemy marching to battle T
Rise 1 rise f for the foe is near !
Stay not to brighten your weapons,
Or the hour will strike at last.
And from dreams of a coming battle,
You will waken and find it past,
tfie ifiodem StoqpUcffer.
BREAKING UP A SETTING HEN.
“Timothy, that air yaller hen’s settin’
agin,” said Mrs. Ilays to her son, one morn
ing at breakfast.
“Well, let her set,” remarked Timothy,
helping himself'to a large piece of cheese.
“I reckon I can stand it as long as she can.”
“I do wish yon would try to be a little
more equi Domical to cheese, Timothy ; I’ve
cut the very last of iny every day lot, and it
is only the first of INI ay. And now, as soon
as you've done eating I want you to go out
and break up the hen. She’s pitting on an
old ax aud two bricks now.”
“I hope she’ll hatch ’em,” returned Timo-
thy
“lf she was set now. she’d hatch the fourth
week in May. It’s a bad sign ; something
alters happens arter it. Stop giggling, Helen
31aria, by the time } r ou get to be as old as
yer ma, ye’ll see further than you do now.
There was Jenkins folks, their grey top-knot
hatched the last of May, and Mrs. Jenkins,
she had the conjunction of the lungs, and
would have died if they hadn’t killed a lam b,
and wrapped her in the hide while it was
warm. That was all that saved her.”
With such a startling proof of the truth and
omen before him, Timothy finished his
breakfast in haste and departed for the barn,
from which he soon returned bcariug the
Stalling biddy by the legs.
“What shall I do with her, Mother? She’ll
get on again, and she’s as cross as a bedlam
—she skinned my hand, and would be the
death of me if she could get loose.”
“I’ve heer’n it said that it was a good plan
to throw ’em up in the air,” said Mrs. Hays.
“Annt Peggy broke one of setting only three
times trying. Spos’n you try it.”
“Up she goes, head or tail!” cried Tim, as
he tossed the volcano skyward.
“Land-a-massy,” exclaimed Mrs. 11., “she’s
coming down into the pan of bread that I
set out on the great rock to rise ! Tim, it’s
Strang that you can’t do nothing without
overdoing it.”
“Down with the traitors, up with the stars,”
sang on Tim, elevating biddy again with
something less than a pint of batter hanging
to her feet.
“Good gracious me: wuss and wuss,”
cried Mrs. Hays, and Tim agreed with her;
for the ben had come down on the well polish
ed tilt of Esquire Bennett, who happened to
be passing, and the dignified old gentleman
was the farther of Cynthia Bennett, the
young lady with whom Tim was seriously en
amored.
The squire looked daggers, bushed off* the
dongh with his handkerchief, and strode in
silence.
“Yes, but it’s going up again,” said Tim
spitefully, seizing the clucking Biddy and
tossing her at ramdom into the air.—Biddy
throught it time to manifest her individuali
ty, and with a loud scream she darted against
the parlor window, broke through, knocked
down the canary cage and landed plump in
the silken lap of Mrs. Orgy, who was board
ing at the farm house.
Mrs. Gray screamed with horror, and
starting up, dislodged Biddy, who flew at her
reflection in the looking-glass with an angry
hiss. The glass was shattered and down
came the hen astonished beyond the measure,
against a vast of flowers, which upset, and in
falling knocked over the stand dish and
deluged with water a pair of drab-color
ed velvet slippers, which Helen Maria was
embroiding for her lover, Mr. James Ilenshaw.
Helen entered the room just at the mis
cbiefhad been done and viewing the ruin she
at once laid it to her brother Timothy. She
heard his step behind her and the unfortunate
hen she flung full into his face.
There was a smothered oath, and the hen
came back with the force of a twenty pound
shot.
Helen was mod. Her eyes were nearly
put out with the feather dust and dough,
and she went at Timothy with true feminine
zeal. She broke his watch-guard into a
dozen pieces, crushed his dicky and begun to
pull his wiskers out by the roots when she
suddently remembered that Timothy had no
whiskers to pull out by the roots.
But when she came to look closer she per
ceived that the man she had nearly annihilat
ed was not Timothy, but James Ilenshaw.
Poor Helen burst into tears and fled into
her chamber, the usual refuge for heroines ;
and James, after washing his face at the
kitchen sink, went home sternly resolved
never to marry a woman with such a temper
as Helen Hays had.
The hen, meanwhile, who is the heroine,
returned to the bam to establish herself on
the ruins other nest, determined to set if the
heavens felL
Mrs. Hays soon discovered her, and hav
ing heard that dipping in water would cure
“broodiness, *’' she set forth for the brook
with the fowl in her apron.
Mrs. Weaver, an old lady of very quarrel
some temperament, who resided near, and
was at sword's point with Mrs. Ilays, was
just coming to the brook for a pail of water,
and spied the yellow head of the bird peep
ing out from Mrs. Hays apron.
“There !” she exclaimed, “now I*ve found
out what puzzled me to death nigh
about a week. I've found out where that
yellow pullet has gone to. Mrs. Ilays I
allers knowed you was a wicked, desateful'
woman, but I didn't think you’d steal.”
“Steal? me steal? who are you talking to,
Mr*. Weaver?’ said Mrs. Ilays on her dignity.
“I am talking to you. madam, that's who
I’m talking to ! You’ve stole my hen what
I got over to Uncle Gillies, and paid for in
sasseng%rs. She’s a real Dorking. Give her
to me right here or I'll use force.”
“She's my hen, and you touch her if you
dare!”
“I'll show you what I dare 1” yelled Mrs.
Weaver, growing purple, and seizing the ill
starred fowl by the tail, she gave a wrench,
and the tail came out in her hand.
The sudden cessation of resistance upset
Mrs. Weaver's balance and she fell back
ward into the brook, splattering the mud and
astonished polliwogs in every direction.
She was a spry woman, and was soon on
her feet again ready to renew the assault.
“Give me my hen !” she cried, thrusting
her fist into Mrs. Hays’ face, “you old hag
and hypocrite you !” and she made a second
dive at the bird.
The hen .thought it proper to show her
colors, and uttering an nearthy yell, she
flew out of the" covert square into the face of
Mrs. Weaver, which she raked down with her
nails until it resembled the pages of a ledger,
crossed and recrossed with red ink.
Mrs. Hays caught a stick of brushwood
from the fence —Mrs. Weaver did the same,
and a regular duel would probably have been
fought if the bank of the creek had not sud
denly gave way and precipitated both the
indignant women into the water.
They scramble out on opposite sides, and
the hen sat perched on an apple tree and
cackled in triumph.
The ladies shook themselves and by con
sent went home. They have not spoken
since.
The hen disappeared and was not seen un
til three weeks afterwards, when she made
her appearance with eleven nice yellow
chickens. She found some other fowl’s nest,
and had set in spite of fate.
But although not ‘broken up’ herself, she
broke up two matches—for Cynthia was not
at home the next time Timothy called, and
Mr. Ilenshaw never forgave Helen for hav
ing such a temper.
FACTS AND FANCIES,
A sharp sighted fellow—The man who
looks daggers at you.
Matchless maid—the kitchen girl out of
lucifers.
If you don't bridle your tongue, saddle be
your fate.
What is the form of an escaped parrot ?
A polly-gone.
A Boston tailor advertises “diagonal boy’s
suits.”
What kind of robbery is not dangerous?
A safe robbery of course.
The mean temperature is what disgusts a
man with every climate.
The duty of the hour—to take care of the
minutes and make up the day.
It is a strange fact that when people in
dulge in high words they use low language.
Why cannot a Temperance man kiss a
jewess? lie has sworn not to taste jew-lips.
“Letter go!” as the boy said when he
lamp-posted his letter at the street corner.
Why is a pig the most provident of ani
mals?— Because he always carries a spare-rib
or two about him.
The man who can crack a joke in a minute
after a two pound weight has fallen on his
toes, may be called excruciatingly funny.
A Herne Bay magistrate says the want of
a lock-up has long been felt there by the
respectable portion of the community !
A German resident in New York has such
a remarkably hard name that lie spoils a gross
of steel pens endorsing a bill.
A doctor is wanted in Genoa, Missouri.
The last one is hanging to a cotton wood
tree, and wants to get down.
“I am a broken man,” said a poet. “So I
should think,” was the answer, “for I have
seen 3'our pieces.”
“The vilest sinner may return,” wrote a
pious girl to her lover, with whom she parted in
anger.
Why should you be justified in picking the
pockets of a vendor of engravings? Because
lie has pict-ures.
“I really can’t express my thanks,” as
the boy said to his schoolmaster when he gave
him a thrashing.
A New York journal recently announced
“a Sunday evening discourse for advanced
tinkers.”
A mistake of the types caused an announ
cement to read : “Thirteen Illinois railroads
are in the hands of deceivers !”
“No, ma’am,” said a jeweller to a beauti
ful lady, “I don’t trust anybody these days ;
I would not even trust my feelings.”
“For want of water,” said an Italian, “I
am forced to drink water ; if I had water I
would drink wine.” lie kept a vineyard,
and the drought had killed his vines.
The devil has got a story afloat that up in
Floyd county, lowa, the boys who were con
verted in the revivals of last winter are al
ways prospecting the orchards.
The death of a miser was lately announced
thus : “On Friday last died, Josiali Bain
tree, of Bennington, at the age of ninety
eight. He retained his money to the last.”
Which, asks the agricultural wag, is the
queen of roses in the garden? and answer, the
rose of the watering pot, for it reigns over
all the others.
‘Air. I) ,if you’ll get my coat done
by Saturday, I shall be forever indebted to
you.” “If that’syour game it won’t be done,”
said the tailor.
A book agent took refuge under a hay
stack during a thunder storm, and the
lightning struck him on the check, glanced
off* and killed a mule two hundred yards
away.
A countryman fell off of a ferry boat at
Vicksburg, and his wife, waiting coolly until
his head showed above the water, shouted :
“There, durn yer, I know'd you’d do it! But
yer never get out either !”
Some ingenious observer has discovered that
there is a remarkable resemblance between a
baby and wheat, since it is cradled, then
thrashed, and finally becomes the flower of
the family.
Don’t it make you feel poor indeed to in
dulge in a brief correspondence with a water
ingplace landlord, and have him offer to take
your small family to board, as a special favor
at only seventy-five dollars per week ?
“No eetin appuls in school ours,” reads the
sign on the blackboard of a school-house in
enlightened old Massachusetts, where educa
tion is supposed to sit on the top rail and
make faces at ignorance.
J. M. ORB, Late of Newnan, Ga. [ J- G. McLESTER, Jefferson, Geo.
ORE & CO.,
BROAD STREET, ATHENS, GEORGIA.
STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES,
And Provisions.
We deni exclusively In the Grocery line! Buy our Goods for
Cash and sell them for Cash. Do our own work;
OATT" IST OTTR Q-WHST BUSINESS HOUSE !
For these reasons can afford to sell you goods at very short profits ! We know that we
can sell you anything in our line as cheap as can be bought in Athens ! Thy Us!
June 12 lm WE DO NOT SELL LIQUORS!
“Thy Kingdom Come.”
BY MAUDE MANNING.
The beautiful light is breaking,
The light I have sought so long;
And the joy through my heart goes swaying,
In jubilant waves of song.
I am coming out of the shadows
Into the warm, glad sun ;
My wearying toil is ended,
My works of pennance done.
Henceforth for vineyard labor
My willing limbs I gird ;
And out ’mong the purpling clusters,
I follow the vineyard’s Lord.
Many rich, rare branches are trailing,
Loose from the nurturing vine—
I will bind up the severed tendrils,
And teach them again to climb.
Much half-formed fruit hangs shadowed
Away from the ripening sun ;
I will sweep away the barriers,
That the perfect grapes may come.
T may toil in some little corner
Of the vineyard, all unknown;
What matters it I’m forgotten,
If only the u kingdom come !”
If only the righteous kingdom
Of our ‘"Lord Christ” fill the earth,
And the “ Gloria in execlsis,”
That crowned one marvellous birth,
Flood in seraphic sweetness,
The wondrous earth again,
While angels sing the conquest
Over evil, woe and pain.
The Dying Son.
“Gone to ruin!” said a father to me one
day while speaking of his son, who I had in
formed him was just dying, and that through
influence of intoxicating drink. “Gone to
ruin, and that with drink,” said the father,
whose heart was like to break for his poor lost
child. “Come and see him,” I said. The
father went, and as he looked upon his dying
boy, he asked him how lie had been brought
to this. The son replied that it was his fath
er who was the cause of his ruin. lie did not
say that his father had intended to bring
about such a fearful result —far from it; but
by what he had ignorantly done, he had ac
tually brought his boy to the brink of a
drunkard’s grave.
“ How could this be?” do j t ou ask.
I will tell you. The father had been ac
customed to have liquor on the dinner table ;
and when friends called upon him, he would
give them some and take some of it himself.
He had also thought that his little son might
take a little without any harm.
His child had been in the habit of taking
the little drops that were left in the bottom
of the glasses, especially w'hen a good deal
of sugar had been put into it; and by and
by, when he became a young lad, he sought
some of it himself, and the desire continuing,
he had at last sought after it, when he cared
for nothing else. He had thus become a
drunkard when he was still quite young ; and
when it was too late, he saw ruin staring him
in the face; and he told his father that he
had been the cause of his fearful end.
Dear children, resolve never to touch, taste
or handle the intoxicating cup ! — Youth's
Temperance Banner.
A Boy's Evenings-
Joseph Clark was as fine looking and
healthy a lad as ever left the country to go
into a city store. His cheeks were red with
health, his arm strong, and his step quick.—
II is master liked his looks, and said that boy
would make something, lie had been clerk
about six months, when Mr. Abbott observed
a change in Joseph. His cheek grew pale,
his eyes hollow, and he always seemed sleepy.
Mr. Abbott said nothing for a whijp. At
length, finding Joseph alone in the counting
room, one da3% lie asked him if he was well.
“Pretty well, sir.” answered Joseph.
“ You look sick of late,” said Mr. Abbott.
“ I have the head-ache, sometimes,” the
young man said.
“What gives 3 r ou the head-ache?” asked
the merchant.
“ I do not know as I know, sir.”
“ Do 3'ou go to bed in good season?”
Joseph blushed. “As earty as most of the
boarders,” he said.
“Ilow do 3'ou spend 3’our evenings, Jo
seph?”
“ O, sir, not as my pious mother would ap
prove,” answered the 3’oung man, tears start
ing in his eves.
“Joseph,” said the old merchant, “3'our
character and all 3 T our future usefulness and
prosperity depend upon the way you pass
your evenings. Take my word for it, it is a
young man’s evenings that make him or break
him.”
Take Me Where God Is Not Present.
William, a boy trained in the fear of God,
was asked by another of his own age, to come
away from the comrades with whom he was
pla3 T ing, and he would tell him what he want
ed with him. The boy, suspecting that the
other had some evil design in hand, gave him
for answer : “I will go with } r ou ; but 3m
must take me to some place where we ma} r
be safe, and no one may see us.” The other
then led him to the opening of a dark pas
sage ; but William said that spot was not
safe enough. They then retreated further
down the passage ; but still William repeat
ed that the spot was not what suited him.—
Proceeding still further, the two had reached
a corner where all was pitch dark, and as
lonely as could be conceived ; here William
stopped, and said to his companion : “I can
not follow 3'ou any longer, unless 3“on can
take me to some spot where God is not present,
and cannot see us; for we cannot be safe
anywhere else.” His playmate felt the tbll
force of William’s rebuke, left him, and never
ventured a second attempt upon his good
principles.— Children's Missionary Record.
Shirt Bosoms and Collars.
Mrs. Erickson says that shirt bosoms and
collars when new, have a smoothness and
gloss, which she cannot impart to them af
terwards. She has tried spermaceti, gum
and other things, in the starch, and yet fails
to get the gloss “as good as new.” Sper
maceti and other forms of grease may help,
but she has not yet tried the right kind of
grease, which is—elbow grease, and it is not
put in the starch either, but applied directly
to the linen. A long while ago we wished to
know how this polish was placed on the
“boughten” shirts, and, having an acquaint
ance with an owner df a laundry, we asked if
he had any objections to tell us the secret of
his addition to the starch.
“No,” said he, “it's done entirely by el
bow-grease.” This led to an explanation,
in which we were told that they added sper
maceti, or whatever the women at the laundry
had a fancy for, but that he doubted if these
did much towards it; the whole secret laid
in the kind of iron and in the woman who
uses it. The iron must be one with a bright
ly polished face, and the woman must be
one with sufficient strength of arm to make
it do its work. An iron of the described
kind was procured, the ironer told what was
expected, and ever since the shirts have been
as good as new. Those irons are sold at
the furnishing and probably hardware, stores ;
they differ from ordinary flat-irons, or sad
irons, in having no sharp corners, the edges
being rounded all around, front, sides, and
rear, and moreover, the surface is polished
smooth and bright. The linen is first iron
ed in the ordinary way, and allowed to be
come quite dry ; the surface is then slightly
dampened by passing a wet cloth over it,
and then rubbed, and rubbed hard, with this
polishing iron, until the surface of the linen
itselfbecomes polished. Of course one re
quires a little practice to get the knack of it,
but after awhile any strong ironer can make
very handsome work. Aside from the finer
appearance of linen thus treated, there is the
great advantage that it keeps clean much
longer; the surface being made thus close
and smooth, dust does not adhere to it, but
instead of settling into the meshe3 of the
linen, falls off from the surface.—Agricultu
rist.
What Will Make Hens Lay-
Put two quarts of water in a kettle, add
one large seed pepper, or two small ones,
then put the kettle over the fire. When the
water boils stir in coarse ground Indian
meal until you make a thick mush. Let it
cook an hour or more. Feed hot. Horse
radish chopped fine and stirred into the mush
has been found to produce good results.
Four weeks ago we commenced feeding our
liens with mush as prepared in the above
directions, and for the result we are getting
from five to ten eggs per day, where previous
to feeding we had not an egg for a long time.
We heard a great deal of complaint from
other people about not getting eggs. To all
we recommend cooked food hot. Boiled
apples seasoned with red pepper or boiled
potatoes seasoned with horse radish, are
good feed, much better than uncooked corn.
Corn when fed by itself lias a tendency to
fatten hens instead of producing the more
profitable egg-laying. A spoonful of sulphur
stirred into their feed occasionally will rid
them of vermin and tone up their systems.
This is especially good for young chickens
or turkeys. Out of ten chickens hatched
the last of November we have lost but one.
They have been fed on cooked feed mostly
and are growing finely.
Save the Best Fowls for Breeding.—
The Poultry World says that it is the worst
possible policy to kill the best and finest
fowls, and save only the mean and scraggy
ones to breed from. This is precisely the
way to run out your stock ; for like tends to
breed like, and the reason is, that by con
tinually taking away the best birds, and us
ing the eggs of the poorest, your flock will
grow poorer and poorer every succeeding
year. It would seem as though this was too
plain to be insisted upon, but, in fact, “line
upon line” is needed. It is the crying want
of the poultry upon the farms the country
through—this careful and intelligent selec
tion of the best for breeding. Nothing is
lost by a little self-denial to start with. The
extra pound or two of poultry flesh that you
leave on its legs, instead of sending it to
market, is a good seed, and will bring forth
tenfold and twentyfold in y T our future broods.
Save your best and finest stock for breeding.
The following is the method of making a
salt box which is said to far excel any refri
gerator in the market for the perfect preser
vation of all manner of meats, milk, butter
eggs, etc : Get a box about two feet deep,
and as long and wide as you desire. Make
a skeleton to fit the inside of the box with
sides, ends and petitions, but no top or bot
tom, and only eighteen inches in height,
allow about three inches at the sides. Put
into the bottom of the box about three in
ches of good dry salt; on this bed rest your
skeleton frame, and pack around with salt.
Make a strong tight cover, size of box, or a
cover for each compartment, with raised
edges ; pack the cover with salt, and the box
is ready for use. It will last a whole life
time, and costs but a trifle.
IdP’SoME five or six years ago, a farmer in
Southern Illinois was called a fool by his
neighbors because he was setting out 1,000
fruit trees on his farm ; and last year he was
offered ten times what his trees cost for the
crop of fruit. He may have been a fool, but
we cant’t see exactly where the fool comes in,
unless it be in the old adage, which says:
“fools for luck.” —Southern IlUnoisian.
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Physicians... J. D. & H. J. Long, J. j, D
ter, N. W. Carithers. |
A tty's at Law... J. Ik Silman. W. I; p:i.
J. A. B. Mahaffey, W. C. Howard, M. M. Pitmal'
P. F. Hinton.
MERCHANTS.
Pendergrass A Hancock, F. M. Bailey, StanK
& Pinson, Wiu. S. Thompson.
MECHANICS.
Carpenters... Joseph P. Williamson, SenV
J. P. Williamson, Jr.
Harness Maker... John G. Oakes.
Wagon Makers. .. Wm. Winburn, Monro.
Rav, (col.)
Buggy Maker...L. Gilleland.
Blacksmith...C. T. Story.
Tinner... John H. Chapman.
Tanners. ..J. E. & H. J. Randolph.
Boot and Shoe-Makers...N. B. Stark, Scs
born M. Stark.
HOTELS.
Randolph House, by Mrs. Randolph.
North-Eastern Hotel, by John Simpkins.
Public Boarding House, by Mrs. Elizabeth
Worsham.
Liquors, Segars, &C... J. L. Bailey.
Grist and Saw-Mill and Gin...J. D. & p
J. Long.
Saw-Mill and Gin...F. S. Smith.
COUNTY SCHOOL DIRECTORY.
Martin Institute. —J. W. Glenn, Principals
P. Orr. Assistant; Miss M. E. Orr, Assistant
Miss Lizzie Burch, Music.
Centre Academy. — L. M. Lyle, Principal.
Galilee Academy. —A. L. Barge, Principal.
Harmony Grove Academy. —R. S. Cheney, Prin.
cipal.
Murk Academy. —J. H. McCarty, Principal.
Oak Grove Academy —AJrs. A. C. P. Ridon,
Principal.
Academy Church. —J. J. Mitchell, Principal.
Duke Academy. —Mrs. 11. A. Deadwyler, Prin.
cipal.
Park Academy. —MissV. C. Park, Principal.
Chapel Academy. —W. 11. Ilill, Principal.
Holly Spring Academy —-W. P. Newman, Prin
ARRIVAL AND DEPARTURE OF MAILS,
Athens mail arrives at Jefferson on Wednes
days and Saturdays, at 10 o’clock, A. M., andde
parts same days at 12 o'clock, M.
Gainesville mail arrives at Jefferson on Wednes
days and Saturdays, at 11 o’clock, A. M., and de
parts same days at 12 o'clock, M.
Lawrencevifle mail arrives at Jefferson on Satur
days, at 12 o'clock, M, and departs same day at 1
o'clock, P. M.
F. L. Pendergrass, Dep'y P. M.
Useful Information for the Millions.
A note dated on Sunday is void.
A note obtained by fraud 1 , or from one intov-$
cated, cannot he collected.
If a note he lost or stolen, it does not release
the maker; he must pay it.
An endorser of a note is exempt from liability if
not served with notice of its dishonor within
twenty-four hours of its non-payment.
A note made by a minor is void.
Notes hear legal interest except when otherwise
stipulated.
Principals arc responsible for their agents.
Each individual in a partneship is responsible for
the whole amount of the debts of the firm.
Ignorance of the law excuses no one.
It is a fraud to conceal a fraud.
The law compels no one to do impossibilities.
An agreement without consideration is void.
Signatures in lead-pencil are good in law.
A receipt for money is not legally conclusive.
The act of one partner hind ali the others.
Contracts made on Sunday cannot he enforced.
A contract made with a minor is void.
A contract made with a lunatic is void.
To ascertain the length of day and night.—At
any time in the year, add 12 hours to the time of |
the sun's setting, and from the sum substraet the |
time of rising, tor the length of the day. Subtract
the time of setting from 12 hours, and to the ;
remainder add the time of rising the next morn
ing, for the length of night. This rule is true o)
cither apparent or mean time.
RURAL DIVINITIES.
Flora —The goddess of Flowers.
Pan —The god of Shepherds and Hunters; fa
mous for his whistling which fatigued him so much, I
that lie invented pipes to blow on.
Plutus —The god of Riches; represented with j
wings.
Pomona —The goddess of Orchards and Fruit
trees.
DOMESTIC POSTAGE.
Newspapers, Magazines, and Periodicals
sent from a known office of publication, or hr J
newsdealers* to actual subscribers, postage to lit!
prepaid in bulk by publishers and newsdealers, t|
office of mailing, and go free to subscribers.
Letters 3 cents each l oz.; Drop Letters at let
ter-carrier office. 2 cents ; Drop Letters at wo*
letter-carrier offices. I cent.
Transient matter embracing newspapers,
circulars, and other printed matter, seeds, cuttings,
bulbs, roots and scions, books, merchandise and I
samples, 1 cent for each oz. Registered Letters!
8 cents in addition to regular postage.
Post-Office Money Orders. —Attention is.
called to the Money Order system, as a safe ami |
cheap method of transmitting money through the
mails. Orders are issued in sums of not more
than fifty dollars. I.argcr sums can he
transmitted by additional Orders. On Orders not |
! exceeding $lO, 5 cents ; over $lO and not exceed-1
! ing S4O. 20 cents ; over S4O and not exceeding SSO, |
! 2-5 cents.
INTEREST RULES.
For finding the interest on any principal for any
number of days. The answer in each case bein?
in cents, separate the two right hand figures of J
answer to express in dollars and cents :
Four per cent.—Multiply the principal by the
number of days to run ; seperate right-nand figure
from product, and divide by!).
Five per cent.—Multiply by number of dap,
and divide by 72.
Six per cent.—Multiply by number of days,
seperate right-hand figure, and divide by 6.
Eight per cent.—Multiply by number of days 4
and divide by 45.
Nine per cent.-—Multiply by number of days
seperate right-hand figure, and divide by 4.
Ten per cent.—Multiply by number of day?. I
and divide by* 30.
Twelve per cent.—Multiply by* number of day?. ,
seperate right hand figure, and divide by 3.
Fifteen per cent.—Multiply by number of day .1
and divide by 24.
Eighteen per cent.—Multiply by number of day?,
seperate right-hand figure, and divide by 2.
Twenty per cent.—Multiply by number of days
and divide by 18.
Twenty-four per cent.—Multiply by* number 0
days, and divide by 15.
USEFUL TABLE EOR FARMERS.
4 inches make one hand.
50 lbs*. Corn make one bushel.
50 lbs. Ry*e make one busht'J.
00 lbs. Wheat make one bushel.
00 lbs. Clover Seed make one bushel.
106 lbs. Flour make one barrel.
200 lbs. Beef or Pork makes one bbl.
32 lbs. Oats make one bushel.
00 lbs. Potatoes make one bushel.
14 pounds make one stone.
3 miles make one league.
G feet make one fanthom.
A perch of stone is 16£ feet long, feet thick ■>
and 1 foot high, or 241 cubic feet.
A mile is 320 rods—l,76o yards—s,2Bo feC'V
03,360 inches.
An acre is 4,840 square yard—43,s6o s<p** r '
feet—6,272,640 square inches.
COUNTING.
12 units arc one dozen.
12 dozen one gross.
20 units one score.
5 scores one hundreei.
PAPER.
24 sheets one quire.
20 quires one reams
2 reams one bundle.
5 bundles one bale.
Recipes.— To drive cabbage worms away, P |j |
China tree leaves on them. To kill lice on tht^ 1 |
take one gallon of ashes, three spoonsful of
and one of sulphur; mix and sprinkle it on wt* l, |j
twe with dew. A sure remedy.