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Hie f)ot’t s Corner. Taking Toll. Tin* roa<l was new. and pleasant too, f c By stream ami forest winding; The sky was fair and everywhere Surprises we were finding. Said I. “it’s ijneer! the toll-gate’s near, And you cannot go by it Without a kiss, my pretty miss.*’ Said she, “ Y ou*M better try it !” I took toll—a generous dole— . Despite her stout resistance, Said snc. “ This rate is great For such a trifling distance.” “If so you sav, take hack the pay fjjpp To each minutest fraction ; w For yoor sweet sake, I’ll gladly take A lesson in subtraction.” She whispered. “ Nay. your taking way lias robbed ine of a dozen ; But you're no kin. so don’t begin To prove yourself a cozen.” We journey on through shade and sun, Regardless of the distance ; And every day the toll we pay That sweetens oar existence. FACTS AND FANCIES. A smart thing—a mustard plaster. Sweets in adversity—A sugar house fail ure. llow to become puffed up—swallow a pint of yeast. The mean temperature is what disgusts a man with every climate. With fnost men life is like backgammon, half skill and half lnck. How to make money go as far as possible —Give it to foreign missions. The way for a desolate old batehelor to se cure better quarters is to take a “better-half.” “Good enough in some respects, but too stuck up to bet on a dog fight,” was the eulogy on a Nevada man. A clergyman at Paris, Ky„ stopped his sermon to lead an unruly man out by the ear, and went on : “As I was seeing, O Lord.” Naturalists have decided that no he i can lay over six hundred eggs. Therefore, when you have checked off to that figure 'you can sell her for a spring chicken. It is singular that mineral waters are only beneficial to the wealthy. We never knew a physician to advise a poor man to go to any watering place. It is now announced that in the course of the next ten thousand years the whole globe will be covered) with water to the depth of thirty feet. Select your trees, gentlemen. A man was fouud dead on a country road in Kentucky, recently, with fourteen bullet holes in him, and the coroner’s jury rendered a verdict of “Death from undue excitement.” A Pennsylvania man captured a rattle snake and set about teaching it some tricks, lie was on the high road to success when they had to bury him. Nothing cheers a man so much as to sit on a cracker-box in the shade of a grocery awning and read an item about the terrible scarcity of harvest hands. The sultan has 800 wives, and devotes to his own and their use £2,000,000 out of the £7,000,000 that constitutes the whole income of the Turkish empire. . When a young man stays so late at the house of his inamorata that it is found ne cesary to repaper the wall to get rid of his shadow, it is about time for him to take his trunk and washing there. “Doctor,” asked a convalescent, “can I eat a bit of pork-chop or bacon this morn ing? “Hardly,” replied Medicus ; “to eat the chop would be rash, and the bacon rash er.” When you hear a good story from the lips of a stupid man, and see a silk umbrella in the hands of a man who does not pay for a newspaper, you may know that both have been borrowed. “Take one pill five times a day” was the directions the doctor left; and after that boy took his first one he wanted to know of his mother how she expected to get hold of it for him to take four times more. A subscriber writes to an editor in the West: “I don’t want your paper any lon ger.” To which the editor replies, ‘T would not make it any longer even if you did ; its present length suits me.” A negro, being asked what he was in jail for, said it was for borrowing money.” “But,” said the questioner, “they don’t put people in jail for borrowing money.” “Yes,” said the darkey, “hut I had to knock the man down free or fo’ times before he would lend it to me.” If you are at church of a Sunday evening in August, without a fan, cast al>out your eye until it lights on an engaged couple, and, when you see how close they snug up togeth er, you will lose in a great degree a sense of the heat. A Presbyterian minister, while marrying a couple ot his rustic parishioners, felt exceed ingly disconcerted, on his asking the bride groom if he were willing to take the woman for his wedded wife, by his scratching his head and saying: “Ay, I’m wullin’, but I’d rather hae her sister.” It was the opening remark of an ebon}’ evangel to a congregation of his colored orethreu : “Let all de good niggahs cl’ar out, l)e Lawd moves me dis ebeniu’ to B|)oke only to bad niggahs.” And in three minutes there wasn't a “niggah” in the meet ing house. One who knows all about it says : Bridal trips are all nonsense. You will be uncom fortable all the way. You cannot kiss and hug and spooney each other half so often as you can at home ; you will be laughed at by every one on the cars, or stage of steamboat, and in after years, when you see others on their wedding journey you will blush to think you were once as much of a spectacle as they. In Detroit, recently, when a crowd had collected around a boy who had been run over and badly hurt, a man rose up and said : “I’m sorry enough to cry, but I haven't time. I want to call your attention to my new pat* .ent clothes-wringer, which is warranted to—” At that point he came down on the pavement, several parties stepped on him, and as he was being sponged off in a drug store he in quired, “Is this Texas or Michigan ?” Detroit Free Press: “A Cleveland man advertises ‘women’s shirts.’ What are they?” Oh, you be hanged. Yon don’t sup pose a woman is going to wear the breeches without a si irt, do you? — Courier Journal HISTORICAL. A SECRET OF THE REBELLION. HOW A PROMISING SCHEME WAS NIPPED IN THE BI D. The recent letter of Mr. Thurlow Weed upon the influence of Prince Albert in pre venting the recognition of the Southern Con federacy has induced a gentlemen of this city, whose character to all who know him is a sufficient guaranty of his statement, to give to the Coururd a scrap of secret history of the war. which shows how a scheme for se curing the recognition of the Confederacy was providentially averted. In the autumn of 1861 the gentleman in question was called to Louisville, Kentucky, on business. On his arrival there he found the city* in a state of feverish excitement, the Union and dis union parties being about equal in strength, and an outbreak at any moment would have not been surprising. He stopped at the Galt House, and he had just entered his name on the register when a distinguished looking stranger entered the room, and was immediate ly surrounded by a number of gentlemen of the secesh persuasion, with whom he enter ed into an excited conversation. On inquiry the stranger was found to be Mr. William Mure, of Charleston, South Carolina, British Consul at that port. He was an ardent sym pathizer with secession, and expected soon to be appointed British Minister to the ('on federate Government. He was fresh from the rebel capital with the latest news, which was eagerly absorbed by the listeners. Later in the evening, as the Hartford gen tleman was smoking his cigar in his office, Mr. Mure entered the room with a friend, and taking seats near him the two commenced a conversation in a low tone, which however, in their earnestnes was soon so audible that the other occupant of the room could not help overhearing a large portion of it. From what he heard he gathered that Mr. Mure had been closeted with Jeff. Davis and his cabi net for several days, and as a result carried about his person papers which he believed would insure the recognition of the Confed eracy by the governments of Great Britian and France, together with bills of exchange representing a large amount of money for the purchase of arms and munitions of war. Mr. Mure further stated that he should leave Louisville on the following (Sunday) morn ing under an assumed name for Boston via New Y'ork, and that he would take the Cunards for England on the next Wednes day. Our informant immediately decided that his business in Louisville might wait, and he would travel with Mr. Mure as far as Cincinnati, where he would take the train for Washington and lay the case before Mr. Seward. On Sunday morning lie arose early, but found that Mr. Mure had started the night before. He immediately took the train, and arrived at Cincinnati late at nigh, only to find that a bridge on the railroad to Washington had been carried away, and travel would be interrupted for twenty-four hours. He went at once to the telegraph office and found that it was closed, it being near midnight. A policemen, however, came to his assistance, and brought the opera tor from an apothecary shop near by. Inform ing the latter that he desired to send a mes sage to Mr. Seward, the operator replied that he possessed the government cipher, whereupon the following message in sub stance, was sent: “To the Secretary of State, Washington D. C.: “Mr. William Mure, British Consul at Charlestsn, S. C., left Louisville last night for Boston, via New York, bearing about his person papers from Jefferson Davis which he says will insure the recognition of the Southern Confederacy by the governments of England and France, together with other valuable documents. He sails from Boston on Wednesday. “(Signed) B. T. II ” The name signed was a fictitious one, used for the occasion for private reasons, the gen tleman recalling the fact that certain mem bers of his family were on terms of intimate friendship with the Mure family, and not desiring to involve others than himself in the affair. Doubting whether Mr. Seward would notice the dispatch, the gentleman started for Boston, via the New York Central Road, designing to have Mr. Mure arrested as he went on board the steamer, in case no pre vious efforts to detain him were made. In passing through Syracuse on Tuesday he bought a morning paper, and, on glancing through the telegraphic news, he saw a dis patch from New York on Monday to this effect: “Mr. Mure, British Cousul at Charleston, was arrested at the Brevoort House this evening, and papers of great value were found concealed about his He was immediately taken to Fort Lafayette.” Satisfied at the result, the gentleman in question returned to his home. Some two months afterwards he was in Washington, where he met Mr. Seward socially, and while in conversation with him inquired how Mr. Mure happened to be arrested. The Secreta ry at first seemed surprised at what perhaps appeared to be an impertinent question, but replied politely that the arrest was made on receipt of a telegram from Cincinnati from a Mr. B. T. 11. , that he had since endeav ored to asertain who Mr. 11. was but without success, and finally inquired, “Do you kuow?” The gentleman replied that he was the indi vidual, and then explained the circum stances as above recounted. Mr. Seward grasped him by the hand and thanked him most heartily. To the query whether the the value of the papers had been exaggerated in the telegram, the Secretary replied : “Not in the least, sir ; not in the least.” Mr. Mure was kept in confinement or a year, and was then released at the request of the British Government. A Doctor’s Diary. A pocket diary, picked up in the street of a neighboring city, would seem to indicate, from the following choice extracts, that the owner was a medical man. “Ivase 230, Mary An Perkins, Bisnes, wash woman. Sickness in her lied. Fisik sum blue pils a soaperifik ; age 52. Ped me one dollar, 1 kuarter bogus. Mind get good kuarter and mak her tak more fisik. “Kase 231, Tummus Kink. Buisnes, Nir ishman. Lives with Pady Malony what keeps a dray—sickness, digg in the ribs and tow blak eys. Fisik to drink ray mixture twict a day, of sasiperily bere and jellop, and fish ile, with asifedity to make it taste fisiky. Rub bed his face with kart grese liniment, aged 30 T ears of age. Drinked the mixture and wouldn't pay me bekause it tasted nasty, but the mixter’li work his innards, 1 reckon. “ Kase 232, Old Misses Boggs. Aint got no bisnes, but plenty of money. Siknes all a humbug. Gav her sum of my celebrated “ Dipseflorikon,” which she sed drank like cold tee—which it was, too. Must put some think in to make her feel sick and bad. The Old wominen has got the roks.—- Sanitarian. SCIENTIFIC. The Marvelous' New Motor. While Keeley and his Philadelphia friends have been talking and writing about his great invention of a motor that is to do the work of steam at a small fraction of its cost, John A. Hoctor, of Rochester, N. Y., and his backers, have brought the newly discovered vapor to the test of utility for hauling trains of load ed cars on a railway, and driving balls and other missiles from guns, large or small, em ployed in war. We find in the Rochester Union over two columns of details of these interesting experiments, the material facts of which we shall state in fewer words. As steam is a kind of vapor generated in one metal vessel called a boiler, and used in another acting on a piston, so this new ma chine has two metal globes, in one of which vapor is generated of prodigious tension, and passes through another globe by a connecting tube for service as a motive power. The first experiments in the presence of many witnesses were made with globes about the size of an orange applied to drive the ball of an Enfield rifle 500 yards into a target of three inch plank, backed by a plate of iron one fourth of an inch in thickness. The small generating globe contained about a wine-glass full of water. When the gun was to be fired. Mr. Hoctor breathed air into the globe hold ing water and the volatile material, from which the vapor was evolved, so much more expansible than that of water, through an India rubber tube. This breath of air with no explosive chemicals, discharges the gun. On examining the target there was found a clean cut hole through the three inch plank and the thick plate of iron behind it. As there was no report from the gun bystanders did not believe the ball had left it. When several shots had been fired with like result, 'the target was removed 100 } r ards farther from the gun, which was elevated, to suit the range, and fired again. r The ball passed through the plank but not through the iron. Without once recharging the wineglass of water with vaporizing material, over fifty shots were made by count, and the inventer said that he could shoot at a rapid rate all day and use nothing but balls and air in the operation, except the little water and vapor in a globe no larger than an orange ! Several gentlemen breathed into the globe through the rubber tube and fired the gun repeatedly, satisfying themselves and all oth ers present that nothing more was necessary to develope the wonderful force which drove the ball from the rifle. With such weapons war must be wholesale murder, and civilized nations will be compelled to find a better way to decide and settle tlieir misunder standings. Mr. lloctor proposed to take a train of cars at the speed of a mile a minute over one of the railroads coming into Rochester, and the Ontario Lake Shore railroad was tender ed for the purpose of an experiment. The metal globe in which the vapor was generat ed held a bucket of water, and air was forced into it by bellows worked by a foot-treddle. The little engine had hardly weight enough on the track to start the train, which consist ed of two passenger cars and a baggage car, well loaded with deeply interested spectators. Our Rochester namesake says : At first the motion was slow and jerky, but as the momentum increased the pulse of the engine became more regular, and in a few moments it was moving as steady as a locomo tive. By the end of the first mile the speed had increased to such an extent as almost to take the breath out of those that were faciny the cool morning lake breeze. The second mile the train seemed fairly to fly, the run being made by several timers present in five seconds less than a minute. At the com mencement of the third mile the cock was gradually turned and the speed slowed down until a stop was made at the Sea Breeze, where an elegant breakfast had been prepar ed for the occasion. Our readers will accept the fact as not very important at this distance, that the post prandial speeches of the mayor, alderman and others, were creditable to those gentle men, and learn with surprise that the new motor took the train twenty-five miles to Sodus, and back to its .startling place, with out accident. A railway track and its roll ing stock must be in exceptionably good or der not to place passengers in considerable peril when the train is moving at the rate of sixty miles an hour. In view of these marvelous developments, we may well inquire whether steam, coal and fire will not lose their value as motors in travel, transportation, manufactures, and all other industries. A gallon of water in a globe no larger than a man's hat, will do the plowing of ten mules, and consume no more in value than one mule ; giving bread and meat to the million at pr’.ces never dreamed of in all the past ages. Another curious fact. The metal tube which connects the two globes in lloctor's vapor machine is soon covered with hard ice, because heat is absorbed so rapidly by the within expanding vapor. Ilow wonderful are the operations of nature ! In a steam en gine heat is the great generator of force, and aqueous vapor its product. Here is another vapor which, unlike incandescent steam, cools iron down perhaps to the point of frezing car bonic] acid. Cold things have their signifi cance in all industrial economy as well as things that are hot. The hot water that bursts a boiler, cooled down in a common plantation pot will burst that with expanding ice. If traveling in the air in the face of whirl winds is devisable, it may now soon be very common. But man and his aerial ship must displace air enough to be lighter than an atmosphere whose place they occupy, else they cannot rise from the ground. Once up, to contract the baloon is to bring the frail ship down perhaps into a stormy lake or sea ; not to contract it, is to let the tempest or com mon wind drive ship and passengers to de struction. Better keep on terra firina, and be content to travel 600 miles in ten hours, for a cent a mile, drawn by the Hoctor motor. Fitting Himself for Office. People may laugh at him, but we have great respect for the man who found himself lately elected a constable in a rural township in Ohio. He felt the responsibility of the position and the solemn nature of the call. The first thing he did was to invest his spare currency in a horse-pistol, which he duly charged; and then obtaining a copy of “a warrant,” he went into the woods to practice. He selected the most larcenous-looking tree lie could find ; he read the warrant to that tree, and then cried : “Halt!” you scoundrel, halt! One foot more and I will blow your brains out.” Then bang went the pistol; but alas ! he missed the tree, which, metaphorically speaking, effected an escape. Still it was a lesson to him any way; and if all who are elected to office would show a like anxiety to I do well, some of them, at least, might hit the! murk oftener. SUNDAY READING. A Pretty Dream. On last Lord’s day week we strayed into the First Place Church, Brooklyn, and heard a sermon on the subject of Sunday schools, in the course of which the preacher, Mr. Heston, of the New Jersey Conference, nar rated substantially the following : “ A little child, the light of our house, lost its mother at an early age ; but by daily looking at an admirable photograph of that mother which hung in the parlor, and by often hearing of her excellences, she came to have a vivid pic ture and an ardent love for her departed pa rent, and every night she threw her kiss at the picture before she went to bed, saying : ‘To my mother in heaven !’ She had scarce seen nine summers when disease, alas ! fatal disease, prostrated her. At length, when convulsion after convulsion had exhausted her strength, she lay with a quiet frame and a clear mind, dying. As the hour of her exit came her countenance lighted up : she gazed intensely at a particular spot, and crying, ‘My mother, my own mother!’ and stretch ing out her pulseless hands eagerly, she ex pired. “ Weeks after I dreamed of her, and what, children, think you was that dream ? I rose higher and higher, and by my side rose an angel bearing the little lost one in her arms and fanning it with her wings. Up we as cended until we reached the pearly gates of the new Jerusalem, which gently turned on their golden hinges to admit us. Swiftly we passed along the gold-paved streets until we arrived at an immense square, where-goodly trees of life threw refreshing shade, and fragrant shrubs shed heavenly odors, and fountains threw their playful jets, on whose spray the rainbows danced like cherubs at their pastime. This square was thronged with happy little ones convened to greet the new arrived. 0, how their faces beamed with joy as she was set down upon the golden walk ! Instantly, without a word, the crowd parted, and the angel led the little one by the hand through the midst, all clapping their glad hands and shouting, ‘Hosanna, hosanna to the Lamb !’ At the opposite side sat one, I did not ask who : I knew it was the Saviour without asking, and as the angel came to his feet he stooped to reach his precious charge, and with a smile of benignity placed the lit tle one in his arms. Here I left her, for I awoke.” From the same source we take the follow ing : “I asked a little girl once, ‘Has your father given you to the Lord ?’ ‘ I do not know.’ ‘Well, ask him; and if he has not, tell him you want him to give you to the Lord.’ Home she went; her ungodly father was reading a secular newspaper, Lord's day as it was. Up to her father’s knee she ran with the question : ‘ Pa, have you given me to the Lord ?' ‘Who told you to ask that question?’ ‘Our preacher.’ Some bitter, blasphemous remark followed. ‘ But, pa,’ cried the little one, sweetly, ‘ I want you to give me to the Lord,’ and again she looked lovingly from his knee with her question.— The man was overcome ; the tears were com ing to his eyes ; he arose abruptly and left, the newspaper hiding the face so expressive of emotions. The question rang in his ears until he and his household were brought to Christ.” —Advocate <s• Journal. He Mistook the Light. And what was the consequence ? Why, one of the largest steamships in the world, with a rich cargo, and a company of three hundred souls on board, was wrecked, in a dark and stormy night, on the most danger ous part of the copst of Ireland. The noble ship, which costalpwards of $200,000, left her port that very afternoon in fine trim, and with every prospect of a safe and speedy voyage, and at nine o'clock she was thumping upon the rocks—the sea breaking over her with terrific violence, and threatening to send peo ple, ship and cargo to instant destruction. Every reader of these lines is sailing on a more hazardous voyage than the Great Britain attempted, and has the command of a nobler vessel and a richer freight than hers—richer than all the treasures of the world ! Thou sands of plans are laid to mislead and divert him from his course. False lights are pur posely held out to betray him, and tides and currents of almost resistless power set against him from every point of the compass. Will he steer clear of them all ? Will he accom- the voyage, and his fears and perils all be Exchanged for the tranquility and joy of a happy home ? It will depend on two things : 1. Wheth er he has the true chart, and takes good heed to it. 2. Whether he commits himself and the whole direction of the voyage to Him whose footsteps are on the sea, and who rides upon the wings of the wind. The Wayside Prayer. A young lady was taking a pleasure walk one summer day in a deeply-shaded wood land, and, being weary, sat down to rest on a secluded mossy bank near the summit of a hill. ' Presently she heard a voice as of one engaged in earnest conversation, and on ad vancing a step or two, she saw good Deacon M. coming leisurely up the hill, the reins hanging loosely over his horse’s neck. ‘ What can he be talking about so earnestly to himself T she thought; but directly she heard the voice of prayer, and the words which God’s providence caused to be es pecially impressed upon her mind were these : ‘ O, Lord, have mercy upon the dear youth of this place.’ The good old man rode on ; but the voice of prayer was heard, after he disappeared from her view in the depth of the forest. The young lady was struck with the thought, ‘ Is this the way Christians go about the town and mingle with the worid ? Do they pray thus for our souls ? I have hardly ever prayed for my own.’ From that day and hour she began to pray, and became her self the first fruits of a glorious revival. The good Deacon’s prayer was answered even while it was being offered. We Are Passing Away. The first sweet flowers of Spring time, in all their beauty, pass quickly from us, and summer’s gentle breezes, as they sweep through verdant fields, and kiss the murmur ing brook, softly whisper, ‘we are passing away.’ Autumn’s withered leaf and golden grain are emblems fair of human life ; they speak in accents plain, ‘We all do fade !’— Then winter comes with frosty breath, and in hoarser, sterner tones exclaims: ‘ Mortal, thou, too, must pass away !’ Thus, in Na ture's book are displayed many truths ; upon every leaf is infallibly engraven, ‘We are passing away!’ llow emblematical of life are all her teachings ; we tarry yet a few more days, and the places that now know us will know us no more ! We shall be missed at the social meal, a seat at the fireside will be vacated, and we shall have passed awav. BP He that knows himself best* esteems himsolf least. Ministering Angels. The beautiful have gone with their bloom from the gaze of human eyes. Soft eyes that made it spring-time in our hearts are seen no more. We have loved the light of many a smile that has faded from us now; and in our hearts have lingered sweet voices that now are hushed in the silence of death. Seats are left vacant in our earthly homes which none again can fill. Kindred, friends, loved ones, have passed away one by one; our hearts are left desolate, we are lonely without them. They have passed with their love to “that land from whose bourne no traveler returns.” Shall we never see them again? Memory returns with lingering re gret to recall those smiles and the loved tones of those dear familiar voices. In fancy they are often by our side ; but their home is on a brighter shore. They visit us in our dreams, floating over our memory like shadows over moonlit waters. When the heart is weary with anguish, and the soul is bowed with grief, do they not come and whispers thought of comfort and hope? Yes, sweet memory brings them to us, and the love we bore them lifts the heart from earth ly aspirations and we long to join them in that better land. They hover around us, the ethereal, dear departed ones, the loving and the loved, they watch with eyes that slumber not. When gentle dreams are wandering to the angel land, in whispers wake the hymn ing strains of that bright and happy choir, revealing many a tale of hope, and bliss, and tenderness, and love. They tell of sunny realms, never viewed by mortal eye, of forms arrayed in fadeless beauty, and lofty anthems to their great Creator's praise are sounded forth in sweet seraphic numbers. And this bright vision of the blest dissolves the tumult of life's jarring scenes ; they fade in air, and then we glory in the thought that we are heirs of immortality. And why is it that we regard with such deep reverence and love those bright, celestial beings of another sphere ? Ah! it is because they take an interest in our welfare, and joy over our suc cess in the great battle of life. They are not selfish in their happiness, but fain would have ns share it with them.— N. O. Christian Ad vocate. The Deacon and His Calf. Last Sunady, just as one of our straightest deacons was getting ready to shake the lines over his horses’ back and say ‘ge dap,’ his wife happened to remember that the calf hadn't been fed. The deacon looked at his Sunday clothes and observed that he did not deem it incumbent upon him to suffer for the negligence of others ; in which the deaconess replied that such language in the presence of the children, on a Sunday morning and from a pillar of the church, was enough to shake one's belief in the professions that had been made by someone she could name. The deacon handed the lines to his oldest boy and climbed over the wheel without saying a word. He went around to the front door and took the front door key from under the mat, and as he was trying to put the key in the hole, the key slipped from his hand and slid down into the snow. Finally he got into the kitchen and started for the barn } r ard with the milk. He set the pail down on the ground and called to calf, but the beast whisked its tail in the air and. bellowed at him. Then he captured the animal and pulled it along by the ears and jammed its head into the pail, but the calf gave a spring, sending the milk in a cloud of spray over the deacon’s shirt-front. In trying to re capture the beast the deacon dropped his hymn-book out of his pocket, and before he could rescue it the calf stepped both feet on it and tore the cover off. The deacon got mad. He took a hoop pole and belabored the calf. One end of the pole struck the shed, and bounding up, knocked the deacon's plug hat off. It rolled directly under the calf, who set his foot through the tile, and then went tearing around the yard with has tail in the air and that hat fastened just above the knuckle joint. The deacon went into the house, and as he unbuttoned his shirt-collar, he called out, ‘Maria, you go on to church, and if anybody asks after me tell them 1 staid home to feed the calf !’—Marshall ( N.. Y.) Statesman. Ax Unfailing Sign.— The editor of the Gallatin (Tenn.) Examiner contributes the following to the large stock of weather signs : “For more than twenty-five years we have known a sign by which to determine the probability of rain for that day, which we have not seen fail in a single instant, and we publish it that others may verify its certainty, if they chose. Go out early in the morning, in the spring, summer and fall, and if the earth and field spiders have, over-night, wo ven their fresh webs over the grass, and about the bushes and fences, set it down for a fair day, even if it looks like the rain will pour down in five minutes. The instinct of the spiders never fools them. They are wiser and surer than General Myers and all of his calculations of probabilities. A knowl edge of this fact may be a sure guide to the farmer as to his day’s work.” ITe who by the plow would gamer gold, Himself must either drive or hold. BRAZILIAN TURNIP SEED. COO It uk li els to tlt e Acre. This Turnip grows very large, weighing from G to 12 pounds, and is more juicy than any other kind ever raised in this country. They are ex ceedingly healthy and grow very thick. These Turnips have been grown GOO bushels to the acre. They should be planted during the month of Sep tember. Send in your orders at once to W. S. TIPTON, Cleveland, Tennesssee. Price pre-paid hy mail. 50 cents per package—3 packages for sl. Each package will sow one quarter of an acre. Seed all Fresh, last year's production. Tliou*and iikc It. Why Hesitate? Joy to the Would ! Women is Fkee ! Among the many modern discoveries looking to the happiness and amelioration of the human race, none is entitled to higher consideration than the renowned remedy—Dr. J. Bradfield’s Female Regulator, Woman’s Best Friend. By it woman is emancipated from numberless ills peculiar to her sex. Before its magic power all irregularities of the womb vanish. It cures whites. It cures suppression of the menses. It removes uterine obstructions. It cures constipation and strength ens the system. It braces the nerves and purifies the blood. It never fails, as thousands of women will testify. This valuable medicine is prepared and sold by L. 11. Bradfield, Druggist Atlanta Ga., Price $1.50 per battle. All respectable drug men keep it. SOUND AND WELL. Atlanta, Ga., Dec. 20, 18G8. Dr. J. Bradfield- —Dear Sir :—I take pleasure in stating that, sometime previous to the late war, I used, with the utmost success, on a servant girl, your Female Regulator, prepared then at Bradfield's Drug Store, West Point, Ga. She had been suffering severely from suppressed men struation and this medicine soon restored her to health. She’is to-day living in Atlanta sound and well. I will state farther, that I know of its being used with equal success in other cases. I do not hesitate to indorse your preparation for the purposes for which you recommend it. Yours truly, JNO. C. WHITNER. July 24 FOREST NEWS CLUB RATES!’ To those wishing to get up Clubs, the f lowing liberal inducements are offered: For Club of Five Subscribers, - * “ “ “ Ten ** „ S' 1 * " - “ Twenty “ . With an extra copy of the paper to the nJ son getting up the last named Club, THE CASH MUST ACCOMPANY ALL CLUB ORDERS CF“To any person furnishing a Club Ten responsible subscribers who will p av the Fall, an extra copy of the paper will E given. bounty anti loron directory. JACKSON SUPERIOR COURtT " Hon. GEO. D. RICE, - - - j ud „ EMORY SPEER, Esq., - - Sol. G en ; CO UNTY OFFICERS. WILEY C. HOWARD, - - - - Ordinary THOS. H. NIBLACK, Clerk S. Cow JOHN S. HUNTER, WINN A. WORSHAM, - - - Deputy™ LEE J. JOHNSON, - - - - - treasury JAMES L. WILLIAMSON, - - Tax Collector GEO. W. BROWN, - “ Receirc JAMES L. JOHNSON, - - County Surveyor WM. WALLACE. - - - Coroner G. J. N. WILSON, County School Commissi! Commissioners (Roads and Revenue.)-JV* Seymour, W. J. Havnie, W. G. Steed. Meet * the Ist Fridays in August and November. T. H Niblaek, Esq., Clerk. Ml GIST It A TES AND BA ILIFFS. Jefferson District, No. 245, N. H. Pendergrass J. P.; H. T. Fleeman, J. P. John M. Burns Constable. Clarkesborough District, No. 242, F. M. IIoE day, J. P.; M. B. Smith, J. P. Miller's District, No. 455, H. F. Kidd, J. P. Chandler’s District, No. 24G, Ezekiel Hewitt J. P. ; J. G. Burson, J. P. Randolph’s District, No. 248, Pinckney P Pirkle, J. P. ; Jas. A. Straynge, J. P. Cunningham's District, No. 428, J. A. BrazE ton, J. P.; T. K. Randolph, J. P. Newtown District, No, 253, G. W. O’Kelly, J P.; T. J. Stabler, Not. Pub. & Ex. Otf. J. p‘. Minnish’s District, No. 255, Z. W. Hood, J. p Harrisburg District, No. 257, Wm. M. Moms J. P.; J. W. Pruitt, J. P. House’s District, No. 243, A. A. Hill, J. P. Santafee District, No. 1042, W. R. Boyd, J P S. G. Arnold. J. P. Wilson's District, No. 465, W. J. Comer, J. P, FRATERNAL DIRECTORY. Unity Lodge, No. 36, F. A. M., meets Ist Tues day night in each month. H. W. Bell, W. M.; John Simpkins, Sec’y. Love Lodge, No. 65, T. O. O. F„ meets on 2d and 4th Tuesday nights in each month. J. B. Sil man, N. G.; G. J. N. Wilson, Sec’y. Stonewall Lodge, No. 214.1. 0. G. TANARUS., meets oi Saturday night before 2d and 4th Sundays in each month. J. B. Pendergrass, W. C. TA NARUS.; Miss Mi ry F. Winbum, W. R. S. Jefferson Grange, No. 488, P. of H., meets on Saturday before 4th Sunday in each month. Ja E. Randolph, M.; G. J. N. Wilson, Sec'y. Relief (colored) Fire Company, No. 2, meets ot 4th Tuesday night in each month. Henry Long, Captain; Ned Burns, Sec'y. Oconee Grange, No. 391, meets on Saturday be fore the first Sunday in each month, at Galilee, at 1 o’clock, P. M. A. C. Thompson, W. M.; L. T. Bush, Sec'y. COUNTY CIWRCII DIRECTORY. METHODIST. Jefferson Circuit. —Jefferson, Harmony Grove, Dry Pond, Wilson's, Holly Springs. W. A. Far ris, P. C. Mulberry Circuit. —Ebenezcr. Bethlehem, Con cord. Centre and Pleasant Grove, Lebanon. A. L. Anderson, P. C. Chapel and Antioch supplied from Watkins ville Circuit. PRESBYTERIAN. Thyatira, Rev. G. 11. Cartledge, Pastor; Sandy Creek, Rev. Neil Smith. Pastor ; Pleasant Grove, Rev. G. 11. Cartledge, Pastor; Mizpah, Rev. Neil Smith, Pastor. BAPTIST. Cabin Creek, W. R. Goss, Pastor; Harmony Grove, W. B. J. Hardeman, Pastor; Zion, Kev. J. M. Davis, Past.; Bethabra, Rev. G. L. Bagwell, Pastor; Academy, Rev. J. N. Coil, Pastor; Walnut, Rev. J. M. Davis, Pastor; Crooked Creek, W. F. Stark, Pastor: Oconee Church, Key, A. J. Kelley, Pastor; Poplar Springs. Rev. " A. Brock, Pastor; Handler’s Creek, W.F. Stark, Pastor ; Mountain Creek, W. 11. Bridges, Pastor, PROTESTANT METHODIST. Pentecost, Rev. It. S. McGarrity, Pastor. “CHRISTIAN.” Bethany Church, Dr. F. Jackson, Pastor. Christian Chapel, Elder W. T. Lowe, Pastor. Galilee, Elder P. F. Lamar, Pastor. FIRST UNI VERBALIST. Centre Hill, Rev. B. F. Strain, Pastor; Chnre meeting and preaching every third Saturday an- Sunday. JEFFERSON BUSINESS DIRECTORY. PROFESSIONS. Physicians...J. D. & 11. J. Long, J. J. fil ter, N. W. Carithers. Atty’s at Law... J. B. Silman, W.I. Pib. J. A. B. Mahaffey, W. C. Howard, M. M. Pitiuw. P. F. Hinton. MERCHANTS. Pendergrass & Hancock, F. M. Bailey, Stanley & Pinson, Wm. S. Thompson. MECHANICS. Carpenters... Joseph P. Williamson, Senr; J. P. Williamson, Jr. Harness Maker... John G. Oakes. Wagon Makers... Wm. Wiulwarß, Moarc Rav, (col.) Buggy Maker. ..L. GillelamL Blacksmith...C. T. Story. Tinner... John 11. Chapman. Tanners. ..J. E. & 11. J. Randolph, Boot and Shoe-Makers... N, B. Stark, > f! ' born M. Stark. HOTELS . Randolph House, by Mrs.. Randolph. North-Eastern Hotel, by John Simpk® l '-. j Public Boarding House, by Mrs. Elizal’G Worsham. Liquors, Seoars, &c... J. L. Bailey. , Grist and Saw-Mill and Gin... J. D- 1 \ J. Long. Saw-Mill and Gin...F. S. Smith. o COUNTY SCHOOL DIRECTORY- Martin Institute. —J. W. Glenn, Principal :■ P. Orr, Assistant; Miss M. E. Orr, Assist* 1 ’ Miss Lizzie Burch, Music. Centre Academy. —L. M. Lyle, Principal. Galilee Academy. —A. L. Barge. Principal*. Harmony Grove Academy. —R. S. Cheney, I rl cipal. . . Murk Academy. —J. H. McCarty, PrimdP* 1 - Oak Grove Academy —Mrs. A. C. P* Principal. . , Academy Church.- —J. J. Mitchell, Princip* 1 Duke Academy. —Mrs. H. A. Deadwyler, * cipal. . , Park Academy. —Miss Y. C. Park, PrincT 3 -' Chapel Academy. —W. H. Hill, Principal- Holly Spring Academy —W. P. Newman, ARRIVAL AND DEPARTURE OF Athens mail arrives at Jefferson on ’ days and Saturdays, at 10 o'clock, A. M- an parts same days at 12 o'clock, M. Gainesville mail arrives at Jefferson on w days and Saturdays, at 11 o’clock, A. 8 parts same days at 12 o'clock, M. c Lawrenceville mail arrives at Jefferson on - j | days, at 12 o’clock, M, and departs same a*, o’clock, P. M. „ q, j F. L. Pendergrass. Dep y* • * |