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SUNDAY READING-.
Lockjaw in Religion.
BY EDWIN Ji. BAFFENSPERGER.
Tetanus or lockjaw is a most undesirable
disease. It baffles all ordinary remedies and
appliances, and holds its victim as if in the
very grip of death. An eminent medical
writer in Europe makes this most humiliating
but doubtless truthful confession concerning
our ignorance hi the treatment of this malig
nant disease:
“All we can do is to enable our patient to
weather the storm by giving him as much
strength as possible, and not adding fuel to
the fire by all sorts of appliances and inter
nal remedies which have over and over again
signally failed- If we can help our patient
on one day after another, we gain much.
Constant watching and constant attention
are required by night as well as by day. But
whatever plan of treatment be adopted, a
vast majority of cases terminate fatally.”
lias it ever occurred to you, dear reader,
that our respected brethren of the medical
profession are very reluctant to admit such
a statement as the oiie in the last line of the
quotation ? No respectable physician is
unduly intimate with undertakers and grave
diggers. There are prudential reasons for a
proper reserve in the dealings of these men
with each other. All honor to the healers
who do so much to keep us out of the hands
of the great Destroyer. When we find a
physician exhibiting want of faith in the
efficacy of his own remedies, we know that
death is near.
There are three “beloved” physicians in
my church, and I know of no class for whom
my sympathies have ever been enlisted as
they are at certain critical moments for those
public benefactors. 1 have watched the ter
rible anxiety depicted on their faces as they
stood by the bedside of the helpless sufferer,
who was nigh unto death, but concerning
whose danger they must betray no intima
tion ! Sometimes it is my duty to kneel by
the side of the faithful physician and com
mend our suffering subject to the care of the
Great Healer.
A case of genuine lockjaw has not, to my
knowledge, appeared in our community, and
if it is the Lord’s will, I pray that we may
never be afflicted with it. I dislike exceed
ingly to think about a disease of which it
may, in truth, be said: “The vast majority
of cases terminate fatally.”
But how is it in respect to spiritual lock
jaw ? An accurate census of the Church, I
fear, would present frightful columns of vic
tims. There are few congregations of God's
children on earth where we find not sad
symptoms of this disorder.
True, there are times and places when an
attack of the disease, in individual cases,
would, by many, be regarded as desirable ;
just as first-class funerals are sometimes
hailed with delight by enterprising and intel
ligent people ! A man, while alive, may be
in the way of progress, and nothing but his
funeral can start the wheels ! So, too, the
tongue may be an unruly member in the
Church; and an alllietcd congregation can
see relief only in the conditions correspond
ing to those that are favorable to the devel
opment of tetanus!
The excessive use of the jaw, or looseness
of the jaw, in religion, is at times positively
detrimental to growth in grace. Here and
there in the Church can be found most in
veterate cases of this sort of looseness.
A worthy pastor once called my attention
to one in his church. A praying member
harbored a grudge against him, and was in
the habit of giving him many a piece of his
mind in the weekly prayer meeting, lie
would scorn to make a request direct to the
pastor, but was accustomed to send it around
by way of the Mercy Seat! At one time lie
seemed to think that a rousing sermon on
the Trinity would be just the thing for that
people.
This was his modest method of laying the
request for the sermon before his pastor. In
his next prayer he startled the congregation
by words like these : “ Lord, thou knowest
that this congregation is suffering for want
of instruction on the great subject of the
Trinity. But it now into the heart of our
preacher to give us a good gospel sermon on
that topie. so that this part of the moral
vineyard may no longer suffer by his neglect.”
The petitioner waited in vain for that ser
mon. There was the exercise of too much
jhw power! But while this solitary 7 case
stands out as a comical exhibition of pious
impudence, how sad the spectacle of the
many—the many among the followers of
Christ who possess mental, moral and social
power enough to make themselves interest
ing on all subjects, but have no power to
edify 7 any one on religion ! If our brethren
in the medical practice are perplexed with
tetanus, much more are we pastors at a loss
to prescribe successfully for spiritual lock
jaw ! Here is the mystery.
Why should the atmosphere of the pray’er
hall have such an elfect on some as to par
alyze their vocal organs ? Is there a good
reason for the tearfulness and trembling that
seizes robust Christian men at times when
duty calls on them to open their mouths in
prayer? What pastor of an evangelical
church has not been privately approached by
members of his church who have plead in this
wise : “ Please excuse me from pray’er,” or
“ Don’t call on me to take any 7 part,” or “ I
am suffering dreadfully 7 from a cold in the
head, (heart) call on others to-night,” or “ I
cannot promise to attend the prayer meeting
unless you engage beforehand not to mortify"
me by asking me to offer prayer,” &c. Such
words also too often fall from the lips of
persons who are fluent in politics, agriculture,
commerce, science and the arts, hut dumb
everywhere and always in respect to the evi
dences of tne grace of Christ in the heart.
These are victims of the disorder termed
“Lockjaw in Religion.”
Oh ! for wisdom from above to direct us
how to prescribe so as to effect a cure. It is
our duty daily to pray for the relief of the
Church from the evils of tetanus, and for “a
permanent spontaneous and progressive
principle of spiritual life influencing the
whole man and producing all the fruits of
righteousness/* in the hearts, hands and
mouths of all the followers of Jesus. —Neic
York Observer.
Christian Laconics.
We cannot be too thankful for small mer
cies, but we may be too much troubled about
small miseries.—l Thess. v. 18 ; Luke x. 41.
Satan promises what he never gives—last
ing pleasure ; and gives what he never prom
ises—everlasting pain.—Gen. iii. 4.
There will not be a tear in heaven—there
will not be a smile in hell; there will be no
weeping in the former, and nothing but weep
ing in the latter.—Rev. xxi. 4 ; Luke xiii.
28.
He that would commune much with God,
must commune little with the world.—James
iv. 4.
THE FARM.
THE PROFITS OF FARMING.
It is an undoubted fact that agricultural
interests suffer less than others in the pre
sent adverse times. Panics may affect com
merce, manufactures and business of nearly
all kinds, but they are generally powerless to
injure the farmer or affect the steady and re
liable profits of agricultural labor. The hand
which marks quotations on the dial of mone
tary equivalents and transactions, or points
out the briskness or waning of business on
the stock exchange is watched with breathless
interest by the money-changer, the merchant,
the business man ; but the farmer may view
the whole with unconcern—it does not stunt
or add to the growth of his wheat or corn, it
does not lessen or add to the common need
of the same. The farmer's profits are steady
and reliable. His employment is conducive
to health, happiness and morality. He en
joys the assurance of being his own master,
and that happy consciousness becomes the
foundation of true independence and distin
guishes him as the reliable reserve of nation
al security 7 and free government. Though
his profits may he less than those of parties
conducting leading industries in cities, yet
his employment is safer, more certain in its
proceeds and more ennobling in its effects
upon himself and his children. As if recent
ly awakened to this fact, thousands of indus
trious men throughout the .country 7 are now
turning their attention to agriculture, and it
may safely be predicted that more land will
be settled upon and reduced to cultivation
this year than during any previous twelve
months in the history of the country 7 . — Ex.
What Constitutes a Farmer?
The following extract we clip from a very
interesting address delivered by Major Wtn.
J. Sikes, in Brownesville, Tenn.:
“To he a perfect farmer, a man should
combine reading, observation, and practice.
A man may work in the field all his life and
he a poor farmer. We should gain knowl
edge by reading and study 7, and also by what
we see around us, and then this knowledge
must be put in practice. Our views, if they
will not stand the test of actual experiments,
are worthless. All sound theory is based
upon practice, and all sensible practice is the
result of well grounded information, whether
learned by our own observation, or from the
experience of others. That theory which
will not stand the test of experience is worth
less and that practice which is not based up
on sound theory 7 is equally worthless.”
Now all this is very true, but we like to
keep also prominent the fact that a farmer is
no farmer, with all the intelligence about
theory and practice that he may 7 acquire, un
less he has the faculty of saving a portion of
what he earns and then in some measure be
comes a capitalist. The great want of our
age is not so much intelligent knowledge of
the science of farming as of how to keep out
of debt. There never was a time when ave
nues of information were so open or so easy
of access as at the present time. Books, pe
riodicals, lectures, clubs, associations of eve
ry 7 character in the pursuit of knowledge
abound, but people are worse than ever in
forehandedness. Let the man who earns a
dollar spend only 90c. and resolutely keep to
some such rule as this, and then he can take
Major Sykes’ advice to some profit.—Phila
delphia Press.
Enormous Yield of Corn.
We have been accustomed to regard Dr.
J. W. Parker’s crop of two hundred bushels
and twelve quarts of corn on a single acre as
the largest ever made in any’ country. It has
been so regarded for a long time. But the
Country Gentleman , an agricultural journal,
published at Albany, N. Y\, makes the fol
lowing report of a crop grown we (believe)
the last season in Indiana, Dr. Parker’s
drills were thirty inchss apart. It will be
noticed that those of Mr. Lake were three
feet:
Elias R. Lake, of Marion county 7 , took pre
miums on corn at the Indiana State Fair, as
follows: For one acre, 263 bushels; five
acres, 247 bushels per acre; ten acres, 233
bushels per acre. The soil was sand and
loam, based on clay, a river bottom ; the one
acre was plowed ten inches deep and planted
in drills three feet apart, and merely plowed
out with shovel plow three times; the five
acres were plowed six inches deep and plant
ed in hills three and a half feet each way 7 ,
plowed out with a shovel plow four times,
hoed once; the ten acre piece was plowed
six inches deep, and had the same cultivation
as the five acres. The corn was measured by
weight and would probably shrink considera
bly in drying. —Columbia (S. C.) Register.
Vegetable Oyster.
So far as our experience goes, it is no use
to try to grow salsify on high, dry ground.
What are called early gardens are not spots
to try to grow this vegetable. It must have
cool ground ; snd then we think it likes a
heavy, rich ground, rather than a light one.
The Jerseymen bring it to market sometimes
in tolerably good condition, and we are apt
to associate every Jersey crop with a rich,
damp sand. However this may be, we have
no doubt that in the ordinary garden soils a
heavy one is much better for salsify than a
light one. And then it must be sown very
early. It takes time to grow to a good size,
and needs the whole season to do it in. It
is not at all a tender plant. A little frost is
laughed at; and so no one need fear to sow
it as early as it can be got in, for fear cold
weather may follow the sowing.—German
town Telegraph.
Remedy for Lice on Cabbage.
When the cabbages are about the size of a
dining plate, take a half teaspoonful of fine
salt and scatter it over each. Repeat about
once in ten days, gradually increasing the
dose to a tablespoonful if necessary.
1876.
An Address to the Boys, Patriots and Sew
ing Machine Agents of My Native Land.
BY APOTH E. CARY.
Breathes there a Yank so mean, so small,
Who never say T s, “Waal, neow, by gaul,
I rekon, since old Adam’s fall,
There’s never growed on this ere ball
A nation so all-fired tall
As we Centennial Yankees?”
Fellow-Citizens —lt is with concentrated
feelings of national pride as Americans that
we stand here to-day, upon our own feet,
watching the car of American Progress as it
goes rattling around the three hundred and
sixty-five mile track for the hundredth time.
It is the same old car whose wheels were lu
bricated a century ago with the blood of our
patriot primogenitors ; but which are greased
in these latter day's with a lubricator made
from the odoriferous skunks’ oil furnished us
by political polecats. This is owing to a
scarcity of patriots, primogenitors, and blood.
Looking at the upturned faces of my intel
ligent audience I see, branded as it were up
on the burglar-proof cheeks of this overdone
assemblage, these two inscriptions—love of
country and love of money. And, if I dig
deep down into the summer-fallowed soil of
y 7 our agricultural hearts, I shall find these
two loves so firmly rooted that nothing hut
death can ever deracinate them.
From the first root, love of country 7 , lias
sprung our Republican form of self-govern
ment, growing up into a shapely tree, upon
each limb of which an office holder sits
perched, gorging himself with golden fruit
and shaking down leaves to his constituents.
The umbrageous foliage of this thrifty 7 tree
makes it a favorite hiding place for unclean
birds of prey, and all manner of filthy fowls
that come squaking from the political barn
yards of our fructifying land.
From the other root, love of money, there
springs a tree whose fruit is a balm in Gilead
to the lacerated credit—a fruit that brings
mirth, jewelry, concert tickets, bliss, silk
dresses, and plenty of poor relations. A
man with a pocket full of this fruit can say
with the poet, or without the poet, for that
matter:
To owe is human,
To pay up divine.
The wonderful growth of this glorious coun
try, to which we Americans sometimes allude,
is patent to every single son, every married
daughter, as well as to every pair of twins
within sound of my baritone voice. I say it
is patent, for history records the taking out
of letters patent in 1776. An event which
is poetically 7 expressed, or rather, poetically
embalmed, and all ready to be expressed, C.
O. D., to the Centennial, in the following
chased lines:
A hundred years ago, y r ou khow,
Our country’s glorious sire
As Liberty’s Knight went out to fight
Great Britain's big Goliar.
It would be well, or at least convales scent,
for each of us to pause here on the portico
of our Centennial superstructure, wipe our
feet on the doormat of Time, and ask our
neighbor, or if he is away from home ask his
wife, three important questions : From whence
as a nation did we come ? Whither as a peo
ple have we wandered ? Where in thunder
are we going ?
Get up, fellow citizens, and go hack to the
dawn of our country’s history ; hack as early
as four o’clock in the morning, and, while the
first auroral glints of the sunlight of civiliza
tion are streaking across the Eastern hori
zon, behold the intrepid Columbus discover
ing this Continent in three vessels; some
historians say in 1492, but gentlemen, Co
lumbus did it in three vessels. And, as
Christopher stands there with his hand upon
the front door of our Western hemisphere,
take a peep inside at the country which for
untold ages has been revolving around on
its own axis independent of the white man.
You see before you a howling wilderness,
howling to shake hands with civilization.
You see bounding bisons bounding over the
boundless praries. You see a race of untu
tored Lo’s building camp fires all over Mar
tha’s Vineyard. You see a goodly portion
of the earth’s surface in the possession of a
people living without the simplest comforts
of civilization. Not a penitentiary 7, not a
bond and mortgage, not a barrel of whiskey,
not an assessor, not a politician from the
suburbs of San Francisco to the huburbs of
Boston. A simple people worshiping the
Great Spirit, scalping one another, and liv
ing on game. By game Ido not mean seven
up or draw poker.
Contrast this picture of the past with a
photograph of the present. To-day our
country, instead of an unbroken forest, is
made up of land, water and taxes. Most of
the land is mortgaged, most of the water is
wet, and most of the taxes are excelsior. Un
derneath this heavily mortgaged land is
stored our treasures of gold, silver, calomel,
epsom salts, and worms for fishing. The
surface is monopolized by the grumbling old
Grangers who raise grain. This grain is il
licitly 7 distilled into whiskey, and the whiskey
is mixed with water and used for camphire
and rheumatism. Thus y’ou see how beauti
fully the land and water wasli each other’s
hands. Show me another country on this
green earth where exists a more perfect sys
tem of domestic econorav.
Oh, my countrymen ! Oh, my fellow sis
ters ! I tell you with candor in my words,
with sincerity in my head, and with the seid
litz powders of emotion effervescing all over
my homeopathic heart, I tell you that, as a
nation, as a people, as a country, we are per
fectly overwhelming in our preponderous im
mensity. And now, despite our many legis
lative drawbacks, despite our political simoons
which seem to be sweeping every honest
man from off the face of our American earth,
despite, just now, the scarcity of Presidential
aspirants waiting to quench their thirst with
the crooked whiskey which is drank from
the*golden vessels Belshazzared in the temple
at Washington, despite all this, let us Amer
ican citizens take the sword of Bunker Hill
from the antlers, and with uplifted hands
swear that we will henceforth make honest
men of our Representatives, or make Repre
sentatives of our honest men.— Com. Adv.
HUMOROUS.
Almost Too Dutch to Believe.
A Yankee while footing it towards out
West got very hard up, and was cudgelling
his brains to see how he should make a raise
of a little money. Finally he met a Dutch
man who was followed by a great, ugly, cow
ardly dog, and he entered into conversation
with him.
“ Nice dorge you’ve got there,” said he.
“Yaw, he pees a very fine tog.”
“ I’ll bet you a dollar that I can tell what
his name is.”
“What ish dot ? Andt you nafer see dot
tog pefore ?”
“ No, of course not, but I’ll bet a dollar I
can tell you what his name is.”
“Py tarn, I dakes dot pet,” said the Dutch
man, eager to make an honest dollar.
“Well, call him up here and let me have a
look at him,” said Yank.
“ Here, Fritzy ! Fritzy ! Come here andt
make me von tollar,” said the Dutchman,
calling his dog.
The Yankee patted him on the head, look
ed him in the eye, and finally forced open his
mouth and looked down his throat.
“ Ilis name is Fritzy,” said he, with delib
eration.
“ Donder andt blixen!” exclaimed the
Dutchman, with open eyes and mouth.
“ Am I not right ?”
“Yaw, py tarn,” said he, handing over the
wager. “Py Jinks, I know not dot my tog
carry his card town his droat, I chust choke
his tam neck for him,” and away he marched,
trying to get a kick at the poor dog whose
name he had given away himself.
’Twas Ever Thus. —Yesterday as a newly
married couple were passing up Maine street,
a lady on the opposite side stubbed her toe
and fell down. The old gentleman rushed
across the street, raised his hat and offered
to assist her in any possible wa}’-. His wife
followed him at a slow pace, and witnessing
his devotion to a stranger, she got mad and
shook her fist at him. “ It’s all right—it’s all
right!” he whispered. “ Yes, I know it is,”
she hotly exclaimed. “ Here a stranger stubs
her toe and you plow across the street to eat
her up with kindness. The other day when
I fell down the steps you stood at the bottom
and laughed, and chuckled and tickled your
ribs, and wanted to know if I was practicing
for a circus ?”—Detroit Free Press.
What is the next thing to a hen stealing ?
Wli}' a cock robin, to be sure.
There is an old German proverb to the ef
fect that a great war leaves the country with
three armies—an army of cripples, an army
of mourners and an army of thieves.
Editors generally seem to be greatly exer
cised in regard to the failure of the wheat
crop. Don’t be uneasy, for you can certainly
worry through one year on whiskey.
You may never have thought of it, but it is
utterly impossible to get downright angry
without raising your voice. Control your
voice and you are certain to control your
temper.
Fond mamma, about to get into her car
riage, to small boy in the house door : “Now,
Freddie, are you not going to kiss me ?” “I
haven’t time to come down, mamma. (To
footman) John, } r ou kiss mamma for me.
A St. Louis woman says it’s no worse to
encircle a lady’s waist with your arm in a ball
room than to hug your friend’s sister on the
back stairs. No worse! Why, it is not so
good.
A would-be fashionable woman in the West,
under sentence for murder, has only one re
quest to make. She wants the shade of her
dress to match the rope. A “ corded” silk
would be appropriate.
“Ma ! does pa kiss the cat ?” “Why, no !
my son, what in the name of goodness put
that in j’our head ?” “ Cos, when pa came
down stairs this morning he kissed Sarah in
the hallway and said that is better than kiss
ing that old cat up stairs, ain't it Sarah ?”
“Who was the first man ?” asked a school
teacher of a little girl. She answered she did
not know. The question was put to the next,
an Irish child, who answered loudly, “Adam,
sir,” with apparent satisfaction. “Law,” said
the first scholar, contemptuously, “you need
not feel so grand about it—he wasn’t an Irish
man !”
An old lady had married a young and rath
er fast man. On one occasion, shortly after
their marriage, the husband was about to set
off on a journey. His wife accompanied him
to the railway station, and there bade him
adieu. “Charles,” she said, “remember that
you are married.” Caroline,” he rejoined,
with alacrity, “I will make a memorandum
of it. ’ And he at once tied a knot in his
handkerchief.
Somebody’ll Come To-night.
I must bind my hair with the myrtle bough,
And gem it with buds of white,
And drive this blush from my burning brow,
For somebody’ll come to night;
And while his eye shall discern a grace
In the braid and the folded fiower,
lie must not find in my tell-tale face
The spell of his wondrous power.
I must don the robe which he fondly calls
A cloud of enhancing light,
And sit where the mellowing moonlight falls,
For somebody’ll come to-night:
And while the robes and the place shall seem
But the veriest freak of chance,
’Tis sweet to know that his eye will beam
With a tender, happier glance.
’Twas thus I sang when the years were few
That lav on my girlish head,
And all the flowers that in fancy grew
Were tied with a golden thread;
And somebody came, and the whispers there
I cannot repeat them quite ;
But I know my soul went up in prayer,
And somebody’s here to-night.
I blush no more at the whispered vow,
Nor sigh in the soft moonlight;
My robe has a tint of amber now,
And I sit by my anthracite ;
And the locks that vied with glossy wren
Have passed to the silver gray;
But the love that decked them with flowers then
Is a holier love to-day.
BARGAINS!
NEW GOODS S REDUCED PRICES
STANLEY & PINSON,
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 stvles ; Medicines, Drugs, Dye-Stuffs p,-
Oils, A FULL VARIETY OF NOTIONS to please the little children as well a
those of a larger growth. All of which, together with many other things, 8
Will be sold Cheaper than Ever,
•mem fob cash,
The Old Reliable
(ESTABLISHED LY 1858.)
Deupree Block, Athens, Ga.
The Farmers of Jacks on County and surrounding countn
are most respectfully ashed to visit our establish
merit and examine those Celebrated
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KEPT LY A FIRST CLASS HARDWARE STORE.
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ATHENS, GA., Dec. 25, 1875. 3m
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It ■will sott from Tissue Paper to Harness Leather.
Zt Is as far in advance of other Sevring Hachines in the magnitude of
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PROSPECTUS
OF
The Spirit of the Age.
FEELING the great necessity for an Organ
through which the members and friends of the
Temperance Reform can communicate with each
other, and at the same time make known the
achievements of our army of Noble Reformers,
the undersigned proposes to commence the publi
cation, in the city oi Athens, Ga., so soon as a
sufficient number of subscribers shall have been
obtained to justify the undertaking, of a weekly
paper, bearing the name of “ The Spirit of the
Age,” to be devoted to the advancement of the
glorious cause of Temperance.
The “ Age” will not be the organ of any par
ticular clique or society, but will be the advocate
of all Temperance work, under whatever name
presented, feeling satisfied that all of the means
employed iu this Heaven blessed cause have the
same object in view, and are aiming for the same
glorious result—the entire suppression of the man
ufacture, sale and use of all kinds of intoxicating
liquors in our otherwise highly favored country—
to which the best efforts of “ The Spirit of the
Age” will at all times be devoted.
Some of the best Temperance writers in differ
ent portions of the United States will contribute
to its columns, furnishing Temperance news and
literature, thus keeping us informed as to the pro
gress of our work in various parts of our country.
At the same time, arrangements will be made to
have regular correspondents in every section of
our own State, to furnish us with everything that
may transpire in the Temperance Reform in their
own locality. By this means we hope to keep our
readers regularly posted as to everything of inter
est connected with our cause.
We will also, each week, devote a portion of the
“Age” to the family circle, publishing choice
Stories, Poetry, and other miscellaneous matter,
both original and selected, as well as a brief syn
opsis of the current news and events of the day.
In fact, neither pains nor expense will be spared
to make “ The Spirit of the Age” a welcome
visitor to every family circle.
“ The Spirit of the Age” will be an eight
page form, printed on first class paper, with good,
clear type, and in such a style that it may be
bound at the end of the year, thus making a hand
some volume of about 400 pages of choice litera
ture.
TERRIS OF SUBSCRIPTION —(Invariably in Advance.)
One copy, one year $ 2.00
Five copies, one year, (and one to getter up
of club) 10.00
To the person or society sending us the largest
number of subscribers, not less than fifty, during
the year, we will send a handsome Bible.
To the one sending us the largest number, not
less than one hundred, during the year, we will
send a first class Sewing Machine.
To the one sending the largest number, not less
than two hundred, during the year, we will send
a first class Melodeon or Organ.
Address, JAMES T. POWELL, Athens, Ga.
Legal Weight.
The following is the Legal
bushel, as fixed by an Act of the Genwab
sembly, approved February 20th, 18/4:
Wheat, .... GO po^ !
Shelled Corn, - - 56
Ear Corn, - 70
Peas, - GO
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Oats, - - - - *32
Barley .... 47
Irish Potatoes, - - GO
Sweet Potatoes, - - 55
White Beans, - *GO
Clover Seed, - 6® „
Timothy, - - * 45 #
Flax, - - - - 56
Hemp, - - •|4 „
Blue Grass, - - * .
Buck Wheat, - - ' *
Unpeeled dried Peaches, - • „
Peeled dried Peaches, -
Dried Apples,.. • „ * • %
Onions, - ; < • *
Stone Coal, - - ' n “
Unslaked Lime, - - *?, •*
Turnips, - ' ' > 'l *
Corn Meal, - - - ‘ a "
Wheat Bran, - ' n *
Cotton Seed, - - ' .
Ground Peas, - - * "
Plastering Hair, - -
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