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SUNDAY READING.
Mr. Moody on Grace.
In one of his discourses at the Hippodrome,
Mr. Moody said :
I want you to turn to the Bth verse of the
9th chapter of 11. Corinthians —“ God is able
to make all grace abound toward you,” &c.
I want you to mark that verse. If you have
got your Bibles with you, draw a black mark
right around that verse. Many want to know
why Christians fail. It’s because they don’t
come to God for grace. It’s not because He
hasn’t got the ability. Men fail because they
try to do too large a business on too small a
capital. So with Christians; but God has
got grace enough and capital enough. What
would you think of a man who had $1,000,-
000 in the bank and only drew out a penny
a day ? That’s y*ou and I, and the sinner is
blinder than we are. The throne of grace is
established, and there we are to get all the
grace we need. Sin is not so strong as the
arm of God. He will help and deliver you if
you will come and get the grace you need.
Now, take all the afflictions that flesh is
heir to, and all the troubles and trials of this
life—no matter how numerous—and God has
grace enough to carry you right through with
out a shadow. Some people borrow all the
trouble they can from the past and the future,
and then multiply it by ten, and get a big
load, and go reeling and staggering under it.
If you ask them to help any one else, they
say they can’t—they’ve got enough to do to
take care of their own: forgetting “Casting
all your care on Him, for He careth for you.”
A man was once travelling along a highway,
and he overtook one carrying a heavy burden
on his back, and he asked him to ride. But
the man, after he got up, kept his bundle on,
saying, “I’m willing to carry it if I can only
get a ride.” So many are content to be nom
inal Christians, and go along with great loads
and burdens. What is the throne of grace
for, but to help you carry your burdens ?
God says, “Come,” and “As your day so
shall your strength be.” I suppose we all
have thorns in the flesh. Instead of praying
God to take the thorns out, let us pray for
grace to bear them. Let us live day by day,
casting our care on God.
In this fifth chapter of Romans there are
these precious words—peace for the past,
grace for the present, glory for the future.
Some think that when they get to Calvary
they* have got all. They have just com
menced. By and by we shall see the King
in His beauty. The glory is just beyond.
A man said to me some time ago : “ Moody,
have you got grace to go to the stake as a
martyr ?” “ No, what do I want to go to the
stake for ?” A person said to me : “ Moody,
if God should take your son, have you grace
to bear it ?” I said : “ What do I want grace
for ? I don’t want grace to bear that which
has not been sent. If God should call upon
me to part with ray* boy. He would give me
strength to bear it.” What we want is grace
for the present, to bear the trials and tempta
tions for every day. “As thy* day so shall
thy strength be.” The woman who had lost
her husband went to Elisha with a story that
would move the heart of Elisha or any one
else. Her husband had died a bankrupt, and
they would sell her boys into slavery*. She
came to Elisha and told her story. He ask
ed her what she had to pay ? She replied,
“ A pot of oil.” Elisha told her to go home,
“ borrow vessels not a few, take oil and pour
into the empty vessels.” Men in these times
wouldn’t believe in this. They would say* :
“ What, take a pot of oil and pour into all
these vessels—what good will that do ?” Not
so with this poor widow. She has faith, and
does as she is told. She goes to her neigh
bors and asks for vessels ; they can lend her
a few. She takes all they have and goes on.
She clears out the next house, and the next,
and the next. “ Borrow,” says the prophet,
and she goes on until her house is filled with
vessels. “ Now close the doors,” she says to
her sons. And she pours oil into the first
vessel and fills it full, and the next, and the
next, and the next, in the same way. She
pours it in, and pours it in, and the boys run
and get more vessels, until the house is full
of oil. Then she goes to Elisha and asks
what she shall do. He tells her to “go sell
the oil and pay the debt.” Now, Christ pays
the debt, and gives us enough to live on be
sides. He doesn’t merely pay the debt—He
gives us enough to live on. He gives accord
ing to our need. “As thy day so shall thy
strength be.” Rowland Hill tells a story* of
a rich man and a poor man of his congrega
tion. The rich man came to Mr. Hill with a
anm of money which he wished to give to the
poor man, and asked Mr. Hill to give it to
# him as he thought best, either all at once or
in small amounts. Mr. Hill sent the poor
man a five pound note with the indorsement:
“ More to follow.” Now, which do you think
did tbe most good ? Every few months came
the remittance with the same message : “More
to follow.” Now, that’s grace. “ More to
follow”—yes, thank God, there’s more to fol
low. Oh, wondrous grace ! May the grace
of God reach every heart in this assemblage
to-night is my earnest prayer.
A Beautiful Sentiment.
The beautiful extract below is from the pen
of Hon. Mr. Hilliard :
“ I confess that increasing 3’ears bring in
creasing respect for those who do not succeed
in life, as those words are commonly used.
Heaven is said to be a place for those who
have not succeeded on earth, and it is surely
true that celestial graces do not best thrive
and bloom in the hot blaze of worldly pros
perity. 11l success sometimes rises from
superabundance of qualities in themselves
goixi—from conscience too sensitive, a taste
too fastidious, a self-forgetfulness too roman
tic, a modesty too retiring. I will not go so
far as to 9a\% with a living poet, that the
‘ world knows nothing of its greatest men.”
but there are forms of greatness, or at least
excellence, that ‘die and make no sign;’
there are martyrs that miss the palm, but not
the stake; there are heroes without laurel,
and eonquerers without the triumph.”
Think of Your Children. —Parents, talk
with your children. Do not keep your best
looks.and thoughts for company. Give them
more of yonr time. Children can appreciate
favors, I assure yon. Look at the mothers
©f our great men in the past. No one of them
spent her time in making and returning so
many fashionable calls as society requires at
the present time. We have a solemn charge
given to us, and how can we train up a child
if all our time is devoted to others ? No,
mothers, spend more of your time with the
little ones. Walk with them, plan simple
pleasures for them, and they will grow up an
honor to you in the future time.
God is light, and cannot be imposed upon
by insincerity. God is love, and cannot be
unkind to a praying soul.
If you love God's precepts, endeavor to per
form th^m; if yon do not, you are a self-de
ceiver.
HUMOROUS.
The Best Woman That Ever Lived.
We have doubts about the following story
which comes to ns from the interior; but the
author is responsible for what he says, and
his name can be obtained upon application
at this office:
Last winter two of my* neighbors, Mr. Miller
and Mr. Grant, lost their wives upon the
same day, and both of the funerals took place
three days afterwards, the interments being
made at the cemetery about the same hour.
As the two funeral parties were coming out
of the burying ground Miller met Grant, and
clasping each other’s band they indulged in a
sympathetic squeeze, and the following con
versation ensued:
Miller—l’m sorry for you. It’s an un
speakable loss, isn’t it?
Grant—Awful! She was the best woman
that ever lived.
Miller—She was indeed. I never met her
equal. She was a good wife to me.
Grant—l was referring to my wife. There
couldn’t be two best, you know.
Miller—Yes, I know. I know well enough
that your wife couldn’t hold a candle to
mine.
Grant—She couldn’t hey? Couldn’t hold
a candle ? Why, bless your soul, she could
dance all around Mrs. Miller every day in
the week, including Sundays, and not half
try ! She was an unmitigated angel, take
her any way you would.
Miller—Oh, she was, was she? Well I
don’t want to be personal, but if I owned a
cross-eyed angel with red hair and no teeth,
and as bony* as an omnibus horse, I’d kill
her if she didn’t die of her own accord.
Dance ! How could a woman dance that had
feet like candle boxes and lame at that?
Grant—Better be cross-ey*ed than wear
the kind of a red nose that your wife flourish
ed around this community. I bet it’ll burn
a boll through the coffin lid. And 3*oll pre
tend you’re sorry* she’s gone. But you can’t
impose on me ! I know 3*oll’re so glad you
can hardly hold in. She was the chuckle
headedest woman that ever disgraced a
grave3*ard ; that’s what she was.
Miller—lf you abuse my wife I’ll kuock
3*oll down.
Grant—l’d like to see 3*oll try 5 * it.
Then the two disconsolate widowers engag
ed in a hand-to-hand combat, and after tus
seling awhile in the snow the mourners pulled
them apart just as Mr. Miller was about to
insist upon his wife’s virtues by biting off
Mr. Grant’s nose.
When they got home Mr. Grant tied crape
upon all his window-shutters to show how
deeply he mourned, and as Mr. Miller knew
that his grief for Mrs. Miller was deeper, he
not only decorated his shutters, but he
fixed five 3*ards of black bombazine on the
bell-pull and dressed his whole family in
mourning. Then Grant determined that his
duty to the departed was not to let himself
be beaten by a man who couldn’t feel any
genuine sorrow, so he sewed a black flag on
bis lightning rod and festooned the front of
his house with black alpaca.
Then Miller became excited, and he ex
pressed his sense of bereavement by paint
ing bis dwelling black and by putting up a
monument to Mrs. Miller in his front yard.
Grant thereupon stained his yellow horse
with lampblack, tied crape to his cow’s horn,
daubed his dog with ink, and began to wipe
his nose on a black handkerchief. As soon
as Miller saw these proceedings he spread a
la3*er of charcoal all over his front 3*ard ; he
assumed a black shirt; he corked the faces
of his family when they went to church, and
he hired a colored man to stand on his steps
and cry for twelve hours every day*. Just
as Grant was about to see this and go it one
better he encountered Miss Lang, a young
lady from the city, and in a couple of weeks
they were engaged. Then he began to take
in the evidence of his grief, and this made
Miller so mad that he went around and pro
posed to Miss Jones, an old maid, who never
had an offer before. She accepted him on
the spot, and they were married the day be
fore Grant’s wedding, which so disgusted
him that he would have given up Lang if she
hadn’t threatened him with a suit for breach
of promise. There is peace between the two
families, but when Mrs. Miller gets on the
rampage sometimes Mr. Miller mourns for
his first wife more than ever. —Philadelphia
Bulletin.
The Difference of the Times.
Pete and two other darkies were standing
at the corner of the car-shed, yesterday noon,
when a negro porter came rushing by with
a truck. In passing a white man the truck
pusher ran one of the wheels over the toe of
the white man's boots.
The man picked his boot, foot and all up
in his hands, and with an expression of the
acutest agony, remarked to the porter:
“You infernal d—b—l—nigger !”
The porter did not seem to hear the com
pliment.
“See dat, now,” said Pete, “dat jess shows
de differdence twixt de nigger now and fore
de war.”
“How is dat?” asked one of the others.
“Look heah, ’sposen dis was slavery time,
whar do yo’ reckin dat nigger would a run
dat dere truck ?” asked Pete.
“He’d a run her pow’ful keerful,” replied
another.
“Dat’sjess it. Yo’ see dat nigger goin’
’long yander now, and nobody hurted but de
white man, but if dis hear wuz slavery time
dat white man would a jess lifted up dat foot
of his’n and kep on a liftin’ it up, and right
now dat nigger would a been layin’ over dar
on de off side dat track tryin’ to think
whuther a rock-blast had ’sploded under him
or no.”
The other darkies agreed that Pete had
gotten the philosophy of the results of the
war down fine, and we think they may run
him for Congress. —Atlanta Constitution.
THE FARM,
From the Southern Cultivator, Aug. 1869.
Manner of Putting Up and Making Manure.
Editors Southern Cultivator. —Atyour
request, and the solicitations of other friends,
I now hand you for publication, my mode
and manner of putting up and making ma
nure. It may be pertinent at the outset to
ask, what is manure ? and what is the most
economical way* of obtaining it ? These are
questions, the true answer to which every*
farmer and planter ought to know, and as
far as he is concerned ought to be able to an
swer for himself. To the first question, I
would answer, that every* substance that the
mind can conceive of, that can be burnt in
the fire, or that will rot on the ground will
make manure; and secondly, that as many*
of these substances as can possibly* be got
together in one compost heap, forms in my
opinion, the best manure. The sequel is my
answer to the third question. I use then, as
a base, in tbe way of litter, every* substance
that I can readily* obtain, such as old field
piue straw, saw dust from saw mills, the shav
ings from a turning lathe, forest leaves, spent
tan bark, grass, weeds, corn stalks, rotten
wood, &c. —these are all absorbents, and
will take up and retain the urine or liquid
part of the manure. I prefer the three first
named to either of the others. With these,
or some of them, I litter my stables, cow
stalls, and hogpens. As soon as this litter
becomes well saturated with these droppings
from the animals, it should be taken out, put
into rail pens and composted with other lit
ter, taking care to alternate with any of the
above substances—cotton seed if y*ou have
them to spare, rich earth, swamp mud, and
such others as will be named hereafter. Your
stalls, stables and hogpen should be again
supplied with new litter with a view to the
same process. In filling up the pens, (which
should be about twelve or fourteen rails high)
with this compost, care should be taken to
press it down with a heavy maul or some
such thing, so as to make it as compact as
possible. Previous to this time, y*ou should
have put up one, two, or more as your wants
may require, ash hoppers—such as are used
ordinarily for making soap. Fill these with
ashes and drip them as y*ou would for making
soap, as long as there is any strength in them.
Before putting on the last layer, which should
be of swamp mud or rich earth, and left cone
shaped, these drippings should be thrown on
the compost pens, which should be thoroughly
wet with this or other liquid, such as soap
suds, urine, and the drainage of the horse or
cow lots, none of which should be allowed to
waste ; should 3*oll not have a sufficiency* of
ashes get a few barrels of lime, slack it, drip
and apply it the same as the ashes, and
should all this—the soap suds, the urine, the
drainage of the horse and cow lots—not still
be sufficient to wet the compost heaps thor
oughly, which is the gist of the whole matter,
then put into one or two of y*ourash hoppers,
the contents of your privy*, your fowl house,
and horse stable ; wet the whole as well as
y*ou can with urine, and then with water drip
and apply as with the ashes or lime ; after all
is dripped until its strength is properly ex
hausted, then put whatever is remaining in
the hoppers into other compost pens, in this
way nothing is lost. And here I would re
mark, that I consider these drippings from
the privy, the fowl house, and horse stable,
the best ingredients that ever watered a com
post heap, and that as far as my experience
has gone, the above process of dripping ashes
or lime and wetting composts with it, is the
best application of either ashes or lime upon
land. For the purpose of carrying out the
method fully, y*ou should always have a com
post pen in progress, into which should be
thrown everything available, such as all
kind of vegetable matter either green or dry,
not otherwise used, all animal substances,
such as blood, flesh, hair, bones—in fact any
and everything that you can get, from a dead
lizzard, frog or snake to a cow or horse,
which cannot be used as food for man ; put
in the entrails and blood of all fowls, hogs,
beeves, or other animals killed ; all hog or
cow hair; get you an anvil or other hard sub
stance and with a heavy hammer beat to
pieces as fine as you can all the old bones
you can get; those pieces that you cannot
beat fine, throw into the fire and burn to ash
es and scatter the whole in your compost
pens ; and should any of your fowl-tribe, hog,
sheep, goat, cow, horse or mule die, cut it in
pieces and put all into your compost pens.
It may be that some old fogy or puritanic
casuist may say this is cheating their kins
folk, the Vulture, out of their heritage—be it
so, I have only to say to such that I am un
der no obligations to feed the family of buz
zards. After the pens have been filled, and
capped with rich earth or swamp mud, and
thoroughly wetted, they will in three or four
weeks shrink down a little. As soon as this
takes place, the rails that they are built of
maj- be taken away to build other pens, as
the manure will not now fall down but re
main compact without the aid of the rails.
In this way you may put up a quantity of
manure with but few rails. In three or four
mouths from the time it is put up in the pens,
if well wetted with the liquid as directed, it
may be hauled out and ploughed in the land.
Now, Mr. Editor, I do not claim that this is
the very best way of making manure, but I
claim that it is an economical mode, if well
carried out, that will make as much corn grow
on the same portion of land as any other
that I have ever tested, and that it would
produce more and a better manure, for less
money than our people are paying per ton
for any of the commercial manures. Then
why send North and pay high prices for scav
enger’s scrapings, under fanciful names,
when a better manure may be had in every
horse stable, privy or fowl house in the State
of Georgia for less money? Better sell off
some land, cultivate less, make what j'ou do
cultivate rich with homespun manure, and
let “store stuff’ alone. But Ido not wish to
war with the habits, prejudices, or supersti
tions of others. It does not pay—better let
them alone; still I have known persons that
were so tenacious of the term independence,
as often to act contrary to their own better
judgment, only to let the world see that
they would dc as they pleased. Well, if some
people are determined to carry a pumpkin in
one end of the bag and a rock in the other,
it is none of my business. They may some
times have a pumpkin, and probably a rock,
but they will never have much else. Better,
as Sam Slick would say “cipher a little.”
There are others again, that after all that the
inhabitants of this globe may say to them to
the contrar3 r , are determined to sow seeds,
kill hogs, make soap, put up manure, catch
fish, and do one hundred and one other things
in the moon. Poor little moon !if } r ou have
the half to bear that these people are deter
mined you shall bear, then I am sorry for
you. because it is certainly more than the
Sun and all the other planets combined were
ever called upon to bear. Then, are such
people to be pitied ? by no means—let them
alone, great pity to disturb them. Their
opinions will never do the world any harm,
and I feel very certain that they will never
do its inhabitants much good. I would how
ever say to such, that in my opinion, there is
more money in a big pile of manure well
made, and ploughed in the grouud of this
little planet called Earth, than they will ever
find in the moon.
John I. Cheatham.
Athens , Ga., Jane, 1869.
Where the manure heap is watered with
the drippings of ashes or lime, it is very im
portant that the heap should have a good cov
ering of earth or muck.—Eds. So. Cult.
THE HOUSEKEEPER.
Washing Fine Underclothing. —A lead
ing firm, importers and retailers of hosiery
goods in Philadelphia, gives the following di
rections for washing merino, lambs’ wool,
and silk underclothing: Use one pound of
dissolved soap in four gallons of warm wa
ter, in which rinse well the articles to be
washed, drawing them repeatedly through the
hand ; wring them as dry as possible, to re
move the soap ; rinse them again briskly in
clean, lukewarm water; wring and stretch
them to their proper shape, and dry in the
open air if possible. The only effects of rub
bing are to shrink and destroy the material;
it should, therefore, never be resorted to.
The material used in manufacturing silk un
derwear being an animal product, it is abso
lutely necessary that nothing but the best
quality of soap and warm water should be
used. All kinds of washing compounds de
stro} T the nature of the material, giving to
the fabric the appearance of poor cotton.
Removing Mould.— Two recipes are given
for removing spots of mould on fabrics—one
by first rubbing them over with butter, and
afterward applying potassa moistened with a
little water, and then rubbing the spot, when
all traces of it will disappear. The other
method directs that the mark be first wet
with yellow sulphide of ammonia, by which
it will be immediately blackened. After al
lowing it a minute or two to penetrate, the
excess of sulphide is to be washed out, and
the black spot treated with cold diluted chlo
rohydric acid, by which it is at once removed.
Finally, wash well with water. This method
is said to avoid the serious objection of weak
ening and rotting the fibre.
O c 5
ingenious clothes frame has been
invented by a Connecticut man, which con
sists of a drying frame suspended from the
ceiling of the room by brackets on the ends
of the side pieces. These brackets are at
tached by joint pins, and swing freely in eith
er direction thereon. A stud on the brackets,
the end of which bears against the ceiling,
throws the frame into an inclined position.
To Obtain a Soap fob Removing Grease
Spots.—Dissolve in half a pint of water half
a pound of washing soda, put in two pounds
of good hard soap cut in slices, and boil until
a homogeneous mass is formed; then add
alcohol, camphor, ether, and liquid ammonia,
half an ounce of each, and mould it into
cakes.
the color of a fabric has been ac
cidentally or otherwise destroyed by acid, am
monia is applied to neutralize the acid, after
which an application of chloroform will, in
almost all cases, restore the original color.
The application of ammonia is common, but
that of chloroform is but little known.
Legal Weight.
The following is the Legal Weight of a
bushel, as fixed by an Act of the General As
sembly, approved February 20th, 1875 :
Wheat, .... 60 pounds.
Shelled Corn, 56 “
Ear Corn, ... - 70 “
Peas, - ... 60 “
Rye, - 56 “
Oats, 32 “
Ilarlev .... 47 “
Irish Potatoes, - - 60 “
Sweet Potatoes, - - 55 “
White Beans, - 60 “
Clover Seed, - 60 “
Timothy, - - * 45 “
Flax, - - - 56 “
Hemp, - - 44 “
Blue Grass, - - - 14 “
Buck Wheat, - - 52 “
Unpeeled dried Peaches, - - 33 “
Peeled dried Peaches, - - 38 “
Dried Apples, - . 24 “
Onions, - - 57 “
Stone Coal, - 80 “
Unslaked Lime, - - - 80 “
Turnips, - 55 “
Corn Meal, - - - - 48 “
Wheat Bran, - 20 “
Cotton Seed, - - - 30 “
Ground Peas, - - - 25 “
Plastering Hair, - 8 “
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HAVE JUST RECEIVED A FULL ASSORTMENT OF
Dry Goods, Groceries, Hats, Caps, Boots, Shoes, Hardware, Earthenware, Hollow*
Ready-Made Clothing,
Ladies’ and Misses Dress Goods, of various styles ; Medicines, Drugs, Dye-Stuffs p •
Oils, A FULL VARIETY OF NOTIONS to please the little children as well
those of a larger growth. All of which, together with many other things, **
Will be sold Cheaper than Ever,
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The Old Reliable!
(ESTABLISHED IjY 1858.)
Deupree Block, Athens, Ga.
The Farmers of Jackson County and surrounding country
are most respectfully asked to visit our establish
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IRON FOOT PLOW STCOKS.
Refer to 11. W. Bell, Rev. F. Starm, Jackson Hancock.
WE ALSO KEEP A FULL LINE OF EVERYTHING
KEPT BY A FIRST CLASS HARDWARE STORE.
SUMMEY, HUTCHESON & BELL
ATHENS, GA., Dec. 25, 1875. 3m
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Zt will do every class and kind of work.
Zt will sew from Tissue Paper to Eamess Le&tker.
Zt Is as far in advance of other Sewing Machines in the magnitude of
its superior improvements, as a Steam Car excells in achievements
the old fashioned Stago Coach.
Prices made to suit the Times,
Either for Cash or Credit.
of I AGENTS wanted.
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Would Respectfully Call the Attention of
CASH BUYERS & PROMPT-PAYING CUSTOMER,
TO TIIEIII
NEW STOCK OF FALX GOODS.
Which consists of
THE BEST PRINTS at 10 cents per yard,
FINE BRANDS OF BLEACHING at 12| and 15 cents per yd.
GRANITEVILLE DRILLING at 12£ cts. per yard.
BRUMBY'S BROGAN SHOES, *1.75 per pulr.
MEN I BOYS’Beady-Made CLOTHINC
OF THE LATEST FALL STYLES.
Ladies’ Hats and Bonnets, Artificial Flowers 9 Ribbon, sc>$ c>
The Largest stock of Boots and Shoe*
THAT HAS EVER BEEN BROUGHT TO JEFFERSON!
CHEAPER THAN EVEE, !
LARGE STOCK OF OVERSHOES, Umbrellas, sc. c u
SADDLES, BRIDLES, COLLARS *
FACTORY JANES, Cassimeres, Cotton Yarns,
Osnaburgs, Checks, Shirting, Bleaching,
TICKINGS, BLANKETS, &c.
LADIES’ and GENTS’ SHAWLS, -
Linseys, Flannels, &c.
Crockery and Glass-Ware!
A SELECT STOCK of LAMPS AND CHIMNEYS.
PAINTED BUCKETS, CEDAR BUCKETS, WELL BUCKETS, sc.
LARGE STOCK OF HARDWARE, Table Cutlery, Pocket Cutlery, &c.
Bats and Caps,
FULL LINE OF NOTIONS,
Drugs and Patent Medicines, Glass, Putty,
Spice, Pepper, Soda, Salts, Blue Stone, Coperas, Ac.
KEROSENE OIL! |XI
PPArPDICC COFFEE. TEAS, MOLASSES, SYRUPS, LARD, HA**
MIV V vCKICdj CHEESE. FLOUR, BACON, SAIL
ALL TOILET ARTICLES, Perfumery,
IIAIR OIL, TOILET SOAPS, &c.
BFMn fact almost everything except artificial teeth, tombstones and playing cards.
October 16, 1875. and sec us when you come to to*