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Georgia Home Journal.
By J. KNOWLES and SON.
VOLUME 5.
CURRENT PARAGRAPHS.
boathern Hews.
The whole amount of stock, $150,000,
has been subscribed for .another cotton
mill in Augusta, Ga.
A meteor so brilliant as to be seen in
broad daylight went streaming over
North Carolina Tuesday.
Sumpter county, Florida, will prob
ably ship one and a half million oranges
the present year.
The people of North Louisiana got
five days cotton-pickir.g last week the
best show they have had for a month.
The sea-island cotton crop for 1876-7
s 17,823 bales, Florida producing 11,214.
sm increase over the previous year’s crop
of that state of 2,264 bales.
Knoxville Tribune: We are of opin
ion from the moat reliable information
we have been able to gather that the
acreage in wheat the coming season will
laqrely exceed any crop ever raised in
east Tennessee
The shooting tournament at Nashville
closed last week. The most successful
nrizo winners during the week were Abe
Kleinman and E. T. Martin, of Chicago;
Merriman, of Memphis; and Pritchett,
of Nashville, who Avon the state cham
pionship.
The old saying that “ a mare is a horse
hut a horse is not a mare,” has been put
in legal shape by a decision in the Balti
timore criminal'court. Two young men
"weie on an indictment for the larceny of
a valued at one hundred dollars,
but the evidence showed that the animal
waß a horse and not a mare, and the de
fendants were acquitted. They were,
however, convicted of stealing a wagon.
Holly Springs Reporter : Keep your
smart sons on the farm, farmers. Missis
sippi and the south have labor enough
for to-day did it possess that intelligence
and industry succssful farming de
maads. We have too many of the profes
sionals, too many politicians, too many
merchants, too many of all vocations
(unless they were better) except intelli
gent and good farmers. To build up our
waste places and make them boom again
brains must conti ol the labor and direct
the plow.
All (Sorts.
A Massachusetts woman has hoarded
800 silver half-dimes.
Forty-eight vessels took to Europe last
week 978,064 bushels of wheat.
Cincinnati has a femlae wosd-sawyer
who eArns her $1.50 every day.
A Philadelphia girl has one eye that
is light blue and one that is deep black.
Pennsylvania has the largest number
of Sunday-schools among the states—
-7,660.
Coculus iiidicus, a virulent poison, is
largely imported into this country, yet it
is not known to be used in any manu
facture except that of lager beer.
The Chinese wear two watches, as the
English did in the days of Burke and
Sheridan. Chinese watches show 24
hours on the dial.
Oyster-shells are liberally used on the
roads in the vicinity of Providence, E.
L., where they make very fine roads,
especially in the sandy districts. About
8,000 bushels a mile are needed to make
a good dressing. The cost is only one or
two cents a bushel. x
The Npw York Commercial says the
reports of the outbreak of leprosy in the
Chinese quarter of that city is officially
coctraidcted by the board of health. It
is believed the report was started by the
striking cigar-masers to prevent China
men being sent from San Francisco.
It is computed that the grain used for
liquors in a year in the United States
reaches 70,000,000 bushels, which would
make 1,050,000,000 four-pound loaves of
bread. Great Britain uses 80,000,000
bushels of grain yearly for the same pur
pose, and annually imports food to the
value of nearly $400,000,000.
Prepared pickles, when they present a
bright-green appearance, owe that color
to the use of acetate of copper, or ver
digris, a deadly poison. The chemist
Mitchell says that a jar of imported
pickles often contai s verdigris enough
to kill one if it could be all taken into
the system at once.
Capt. Pratt, with a force of Indians,
has been searching the Seminole mounds
near St. Augustine, and procured about
two bushels of skulls and bones, together
with some ten stone hatchets, sharpened
and shaped; one flint arrow head, and a
varied selection of pieces of pottery, some
quite unique, were dug up.
It is not generally known that there is
an extensive salt lake on the top of the
Tehachepi mountain in California, about
six miles southwest of the point where
the southern Pacific railroad crosses the
mountains. The lake is somewhat diffi
cult of access, but salt is gathered from
the bottom ot the lake, where it lies in
layers from one to six inches thick, and
shipped to San Francisco.
During the year ending September
80th, 165 new granges have been or
ganized and located in thirty-one states;
'as follows: Alabama, 8; Arkansas, 1;
California, 10; Florida, 3; Georgia, 2;
Illinois, 7; Indiana, 1; Kansas, 2; Louisi
ana, 3; Maine, 7; Maryland. 8; Massa
chusetts, ]; Michigan, 5; Minnesota, 2;
Missouri, 8; Nebraska, 2; New Hamp
shire, 4; New York, 7; North Carolina,
5; Ohio. 16; Oregon 1; Pennsylvania, 20;
South Carolina, 2; Tennessee, 6; Texas,
11; Vermont, 6; Virginia, 15; West Vir
ginia, 8; Idaho, 1; Arizona, 1.
Foreign Intelligence.
In Sweden primary education is com
pulsory on all.
Adelina Patti has received $2,000,000
for singing since her debut.
A favorite mode of introduction in
Brazil is said to be, “ This is my friend;
if he steals any thins from you, I am re
sponsible.”
Kaiser William celebrates his golden
wedding at Berlin with great festivity
next spring, and Queen Victoria, as well
as many ether potentates, is expected to
be present.
The king ot Burmah is erecting ma
chinery at Rangoon to utilize the abun
dant supply of mineral oil found in
Buruiuh, If the works are successful,
the whole o India will be supplied with
parsfiue from this new source.
A China paper states that during an
outbreak of cholera on board the customs
cruiser Fei Hoo, one of the crew was
saved, while in a dying state, by the
novel experiment of placing him between
the boilers of that vessel. This extem
porized Turkish bath completely cured
the patient.
Sweden has consented to give up to
France her only colony, the island of St.
Barthelemy, one of the Antilles. The
island has already belonged to France,
and Sweden now finds it to her interest
to cede it at the price of 270,000 francs.
The Westminster aquarium may be
said to possess the largest plate-glass tank
in the world, one having been lately
erected one hundred and fifty feet long,
twenty feet widb, and proportionately
high. It will permit the display of fish
of the largest size procurable in the
British waters.
The French wheat crop of this year is
below the average yield. Straw is plen
tiful, ears are many, but the grain is
small and scanty, especially in the plains,
valleys, and rich soils. France will have
to import breadstuff's largely this year,
and its supplies from the Levant will be
greatly curtailed.
The French chemist is said to have suc
ceeded in producing a paint with which
to illuminate the numbers on street doors
at night. Figures traced with it are so
lustrous as to be read even on a dark
night, and the preparation of the com
pound is said to be simple, inexpensive,
and not injurious.
The Cossacks are remarkably fond of
tea, and they carry it on the march made
into bricks, or rather tiles, which, before
hardening, are soaked in sheeps’ blood
boiled in milk, to which flour, butter and
salt have been added. A kind of soup is
made out of the mixture. Tea is fre
quently carried on the march in a copper
can and drunk cold. The tea cauldron,
suspended from a tripod, is the first thing
set up during a halt.
The khedive of Egypt has the first
choice of all the slaves that still are sold
freely in his dominions, and has no pre
ference for any particular hue, from Cir
cassian to Nubian. The war has ruined
the slave trade this year, and eight hun
dred Circassians were sold at two hun
dred dollars, and pretty Somali girls at
sixty dollars, at the great Tanta fair,
their owners preferring to realize on them
at any price rather than hold them for
future delivery at a possible advance.
The United States’ minister at the
Hague says there has not been a bank
failure in Holland for the last forty years,
while there is no such thing on record as
the failure of a fire insurance company.
The railroads grant no free passes, and
pilfering officials are scarcely even heard
of. Dishonesty of any kind or failure in
business means public dishonor. Four
millions of people live within an area of
20,000 square miles, a fact unprecedented
in any other country, and all appear to
be prosperous and happy.
The Chinese ambassador in London,
who has greatly interested himself in the
suppression of the opium traffic between
India and China, has said, in reply to an
address made to him by the Friends:
“The total import duties collected on
opium in China amount to but £1,000,-
000. The sum is not great,and its collection
cannot have much effect on foreign trade.
The Chinesegovernmeutnow contemplate
taking measures to prohibit opium
smoking in China, and thus it may be
hoped that the use of the. drug may
gradually diminish.” This heathen am
bassador thinks, also, that if the cultiva
tion of graiu in India were substituted
for the raising of the poppy, India would
be more likely to have an available sur
plus of food in time of famine.
The London correspondent of the Cin
cinnati Enquirer makes the following
statement: “ English capital and Eng
lish people are going to Alabama, induced
by the large English interests in the rail
ways of that state. Avery comprehen
sive programme looking to the transport
off amilies hence to the railway lands of
Alabama is being publicly presented
here. Already many persons well to do
in the world are leaving unprofitable
ventures in England, where stagnation,
strikes and prejudice are doing most dan
gerous work, and are on their way to the
rich lands, both mineral and agricultural,
of Alabama. This is but the initial step
in a grand revived march of emigration
to America which the coming year will
witness. As of American manufacturers,
so I say ot American lands—let honesty
prevail and profits will follow.”
Music of the Oyster.
All through the night I heard a short,
snapping sound coming from the twigs
of the bushes, but in the darkness I was
unable to ascertain the cause. It was
not confined to any one bush, but ex
tended along the whole distance. There
was no regularity about it, but it fell
upon the ear at intervals, like the patter
ing of the first large rain drops that
precede a heavy shower; but no rain
drops ever made so loud a noise, even
when falling upon the shingle roof of a
country barn, lfell asleep trying to
make out the cause, and was awakened
by the continued snap, snap, which dis
turbed my slumbers. I knew it could
not be the day breaking, because it was
not near the morning hour. But when
morning did come, and the sound had
not ceased, I discovered that it arose
from the oysters that were actually
growing on the bushes, every twig of
which held along its length a cluster of
from ten to twenty oysters about two
inches long by an inch and a half wide.
I thought it was a strange country where
the bushes bore such fruit as that. The
branches of the bushes were submerged
at high water, and the young oysters
grew upon them until their weight broke
off the branches and they fell into the
soft, muddy bottom. It was the sudden
closing of thin shells which produced the
sound. Some naturalists have said the
oyster can be educated ; but this was the
first time I was ever an auditor of an
oyster concert. —Mexican fetter.
Gray hairs seem like the light of a soft
morn, silvering over the evening of life.
GREENESBORO, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1877.
DBKAXISfU AT FOVRWOBE.
She sits in the gathering twilight
In her well-worn rocking-chair.
With the snow oi life’s lone winter
in the meshes of her hair;
She dreams of the little children
Who leit her long ago,
And listens for their footsteps
With the longing mother s know.
She hears them coming, coming!
And her heart is all elate
At the patter of little footsteps,
Dowu by the garden gate,
The clatter of children’s yeicee
Comes merrily to her ears,
And she crie3, in h*rquivering treble,
“You are late, my little dears!' 1
And then, they are here beside her
As the had them long ago—
Susie, and Ben, and Mary,
And Kuthie, and little Joe.
And her heart throbs high with rapturo
As each fond kiss is given,
And the night is filled with music
Sweet as her dreams of Heaven.
Such wonderful things they tell her!
A nest in the apple-tree;
And the robin gave them a scolding
For climbing up to see!
A wee white lainb in the pasture—
A wild rose on the hill —
And such a great ripe strawberry
As Sue found by the mill!
She listens to all their prattle,
Her heart abrim with r st,
She’s queen in a little kingdom,
Each child a royal guest.
Queen ? ’Tis an empty titlet
More than a queen is she:
Mother of young immortals
Who gather at her knee.
She brings their welcome supper,
And they sit down at her feet
Tired, and hungry, and happy,
And she laughs to see them eat.
Then she smooths the yellow tangles
With a mother’s patient hand,
While she tells some wonderful story
Of the children’s fairy-land.
Then the little knotted shoe-strings
Are patiently untied,
And the children in thvii night-gowns
Kneel at their mother’s side.
Their voices are low and sleepy
Ere their simple prayers are said,
And the good-night kiss is given
By each waiting little bed.
Then a quiet comes about her,
{Solemn and still and deep,
And she says in tier dreamy fancies,
“The children are fast asleep;”
Yes, last asleep, poor mother,
In their beds so low and green,
Daisies and clover blossom
Each face and sky between,
—Eben E. Reifortl, in Christian Union.
The Burnt Letter.
It was a gossiping neighbor who had
been spending an hour with Mrs. Webb,
and just before she went she had let fly
the arrow she had kept in her quiver.
“ Your son Grantley goes over the hill
to the Burdock’s pretty often, Mrs.
Webb,” said she.
“ I don’t know it if he does,” replied
the old lady.
“ Naturally he wouldn’t tell you until
the last, after old Burdock’s quarrel with
his dead father,” said the neighbor—
“ but everybody else knows. It’s said
to be a settled th ng. Why, Keziah saw
him kiss her at the gate one Sunday
night, and even Ann Burdock would
hardly go so far as that unless it was so,
eh?
Well, good-bye.”
She hurried off, leaving her hostess
dumb and motionless at the door.
It was some moments before she even
thought of going in and casting herself
into her chair, but she did it at last, and
fell to talking to herself in this wise:
“ Oh, it’s worse than anything that
ever happened to me. I’ve had trouble,
heaven knows, but it was the kind I had
to bear if God sent it, but this doesn’t
seem right. My Grantley to marry
Steven Burdock’s daughter, the child of
the very worst enemy his father ever had,
a girl brought up by a woman I despise!
Sarah Burdock never had the ways I
liked, nor did the things I thought right
for a woman to do. Everything is so
different wftn the Burdocks, so strange.
Like ought to marry like, or there’ll
never be a happy home. But that’s the
way with men! a pretty face strikes them
and away they go, and Grantley is like
the rest. Why should he choose Sarah
Burdock’s daughter ?”
She rocked to and fro as she spoke,
letting her neglected knitting drop into
her lap.
“There’s Fanny White,” she mur
ihered, “ a nice, thrifty girl; and Minnie
Holm. Why, her mother is the best
friend I have. There are plenty of girls
I could have made up my mind to;
though I don’t know why Grantley
should marry any one yet. But Ann
Burdock, with her showy ways, and her
airs and graces, I never can welcome her,
never, never. I must go away and live
by myself if she comes here to lord it
over the house; and her mother, no
doubt, will come and sit and talk in her
foolish, flighty way; and the sisters will
sit in the parlor windows, and take up
the table. They"'ll be here half the time,
and make nobody of me. I know them.
Oh! if my Grantley does rJlrry Ann
Burdock. But it can’t be ! It can’t 1”
Just then a foot struck the floor of the
porch, the window raised a little, and
through the aperture came flying two
letters. One a yellow, vulgar-looking
missive, the other a little white envelope
with a monogram upon it.
The old lady looked up.
The postman, who had thus easily de
livered his letters, looked over his
shoulder, and laughed and nodded at
her. as he hurried away with his leather
bag upon his arm, and she put on her
spectacles to read the superscriptions.
The yellow envelope held only one of
those circulars with which tradesmen of
all sorts are in the habit of flooding the
country. The white one was not ad
dressed to her, but to her son. and the
monogram was a very pretty silver and
blue A. B.
“Ann Burdock,” said the old lady
“ It’s a note from her. Now, I wonder
what she has written to my boy ? I’d
Devoted to the General Welfare of the People.
envelopes had bestowed on each one.
Mrs. Webb took off her glasses, wiped
them from the steam that had gathered
upon them, and, still standing, opened
th© sheet of paper adorned with a mono
gram like that upon the envelope, and
read as follows:
“ Dear Grantley —You went away
angry with me on Sunday evening, and
said that if I would not take back what
I had said you would never come to see
me again. And I was too proud and too
angry to say a word to keep you. But,
Grantley, dear, I’m sorry for it now.
You were in the right, and I was to
blame, and I take it all back—every
word. I never meant it. You are so
downright you think one must mean all
one says, but indeed I never meant it.
And so forgive me and come again next
Sunday night. I find that life would be
a very sad thing for me if we really
quarrelled. Yours forever, Ann.”
“So!” muttered Mrs. Webb, between
her teeth. “It has gone so far, then
and she has been showing her temper
and angering Grantley. Well, if he has
spirit enough to stay away one week,
he’ll have spirit enough to stay away al
together, perhaps.”
Then she gave an angry stamp.
“ Why do I comfort myself with that?”
she said. “ I know this letter will call
him back to her, and he’ll be more in
love with her than ever. Oh,
if she had not written! I know my boy
well enough to know that he would not
go back to her without that. Well, he
hasn’t seen it yet; and if I choose he
never need. It is for his good, I know.
Ann Burdock is rot the girl for him.
I’ll keep him from her.”
She dropped Ann Burdock’s letter
upon the fire. There it lay, a black and
shrivelled fold of tinder, as her son’s step
sounded in the hall, and she covered it
from sight with the kettle.
In come Grantley, his face bright with
the outer cold.
“Settingyourself on fire, mother ?” he
asked. “I smell something scorching.”
“It’s not my dress,” she answered, and
busied herself with the teapot, and rang
the bell for the tea things.
In came the girl with the tray, and
again Mrs. Webb had a little fright.
“Any letter for me ?” asked her son,
with an eager look in his face.
“No,” she answered faintly. “Did
you expect one ?”
“Not I,” said he, his brows contract
ing. “But I met the postman on the
hill, and he called out to me to hurry
home and get my love-letter. Ilia joke,
I suppose.”
“It was impudent of him,” said Mrs.
Webb, not daring to meet her son’s eye.
“That’s a love-letter, is it?”
She tossed him tne tradesman’s circu
lar. He glanced at it and put it down.
How sad he looked! What gray tints
there were about his eyes and temples!
How much thinner he seemed than he
did a week or so ago!
Was it all that quarrel with the Bur
dock girl? Would it have been better
that be should have had that mono
grammed not??
The mother put the thought from her.
She spread the little store of dainties be
fore her son and tried to make him eat;
and though she had been so frightened
by his questions, she could not help ap
proaching the dangerous subject herself.
“Are you going out to-night!” she
asked.
“ No,” he answered; “I think not.”
“ The neighbors were telling me you
went over the hill to the Burdock’s
rather often,” she went on.
“ Well, if I have, mother,” he answer
ed, “ that is no sign I shall go again.”
“ Well, there are better places than
the Burdock’s,” said Mrs. Webb, “ and I
thought you’d never think of a girl
whose father quarreled with yours, and
may have the evil temper of her mother.
She’s a flirt, too, they say.”
Then she bounced out of the room.
When she came back Grantely had gone
upstairs.
She heard the boards of his bed-rosm
floor creek as he walked up and down for
hours, but she did not see him again that
night.
“ Well, well,” she said to herself, “ he’ll
get over it.”
But. whatever the feeling was, love,
anger, or grief,-it did not agree with
like to know. It’s very easy opening
these envelopes. ’Tisn’t a3 if they were
sealed; and what harm’would it be for
a mother to read a letter to her son?
I’ve half a mind to do it. Only he’d be
angry, maybe. Well, then, I’m angry
too, and with more reason. Yes—l
will.”
A little old-fashioned copper kettle
simmered and bubbled upon the stove.
A little spirt of steam arose from its
spout.
The olcl lady looked at it. Then,
rising, she crept across the floor in a
guilty sort of fashion, and held the
envelope with downward, close
to the mouth of the spout.
She held it for a few moments, and
then softly touched it with her thumb
and finger.
It was quite damp, and one fold peeled
away from the other very easily, and
there lay the little note in her hand.
She might have read it if she chose ;
if there were secrets in it, Miss Ann
Burdock should have secured them
better than she could with the little
touch of mucilage the maker of those
Grantley Webb. He took less interest in
that which went on around him. He
avoided all the other young people of the
place, and seemed to have neither youth
nor spirit left.
Could it be all about that girl Ann,
old Mrs. Webb asked herself, trying to
cheat herself into the idea that the boy
was only ill.
But in vain she made him warm pos
sets and bowls of herb tea. Even if he
had drunk them, which be did not, for
they all went to water the gras3 of the
old orchard—even if he had drunk them,
they would have done him no good.
Only one thing could help him—the
only thing that seemed to him impossible
as he sat at his window, staring through
the starlight midnight at. the roof of the
Burdock dwelling, Dever guessing that
under its eaves Ann Burdock sat, at once
angry and sorry, thinking of him and
none other. /
He had not answered her note; he was
unforgiving; but she had vexed him.
She was partly to blame.
The old lady in the ruffled night-cap
—who often started from her sleep in
the big front bedroom of the Webb home
with a dream of letters that curled up
into tinder over the red coal—had more
on her conscience than she knew.
For though Ann grieved, she did not
wear her heart upon her sleeve, but was
outwardly gayer than ever, and flirted as
she never had before, until at last the
same neighbor who had brought the news
of Grantley’s love affair to his mother,
dropping into tea, gave Mrs. Webb and
her son a bit of gossip as they sat at the
table together.
“ Ann Burdock is going to be married
at last. It’s that young man from Lon
don, Mr. Millet.
“ I believe weddings when I see them
now,” said Mrs. Webb.
“ But Mrs. Burdock herself told me
this,” said the guest.
When she was gone, Grantley, who sat
before the table still, with his elbows
on it, dropped his head upon his arms,
and there was a sound of quick breath
ing.
For a little while his mother watched
him. Then she went close.
“ Grantley,” she said, in a trembling
voice, “ what is it ? What ails you ?
Tell me!”
“ It’s only that I’m a fool, mother,” he
answered.
“ But—Grantley, what about ?”
He lifted up his young, worn face then,
and answered :
“ Mother, don’t you know ? It’s about
Ann Burdock. It’s been very hard to
bear, but if she does marry any one else
—l—shall kill myself, I think. Life
doesn’t seem worth having.”
“ Life doesn’t seem worth having, if
you can’t have Ann!” the mother said,
in a puzzled sort of way. “ But why,
what is there in her ?”
“ What there never is in more than
one woman to any man, mother,” said
Grantley.
Somehow, from the far-away years of
youth, a memory came back to his mother
that helped her to understand him.
She felt that she had done very ill, and
if confession could do any good, she
would even confess. At least, if she could
not quite do that, she would let him
know the truth about Ann.
“ Grantley, dear,” she faltered, “ you
—you had a quarrel ?”
“ Yes,” he answered.
“ But if she had written to beg your
pardon you’d have forgiven her?”
She almost hoped that he would say
“ No ’’—that she need not go on.
But he answered:
“Yes—but she never wrote.”
“ I think 3he did, Grantley,” said the
mother. I—l know she did. I—l—an
accident happened to the letter. It—it
got burnt; but I’m sure it was an apology.
Indeed, I saw a few words, but I didn’t
think you cared so. You see it—it fell
into the fire.”
“ Why did you not tell me before ?”
cried Grantley.
“ Well, I somehow didn’t like,” was
all the mother could say. “ And why
don’t you go and ask her about it, and
see what it was?”
Poor Mrs. Webb, when her son, after
many questions, had taken her advice,
cried bitterly. She might have felt
even worse had she heard what Ann was
saying.
The story had been told, a reconcilia
tion effected, a declaration made to the
effect that Mr. Millet had never been
oved. And then Ann Burdock said,
with a laugh—
“But, Grantley, your mother burnt
that letter on purpose. Only a man
could believe the story you’ve told me.
She did not want me for a daughter-in
law. I owe her, no grudge—remember
that, and don’t tgll her what I say.”
Grantley never did. And old Mrs.
Webb has often been heard to say that
Ann Burdock has turned out better than
could have been expected.
.. “ Look at that crowd,” said a gentle
man to a clergyman he was showing
through the state department the other
day. “ Just look at that crowd going up
in the elevator to Mr. Evarts’ room.”
“Yes,” replied the divine, “that’sthe
largest 1 collection on foreign missions ’
I’ve seen taken up in many a day.”
TERMS: $2.00 Per Annum, in Advanoe.
THE MOFFET REGISTER.
An Abridgement of the Low Passed
by the Virginia legislature in
Reference Thereto.
The law as enacted provides for the
taking out of a wholesale license, a retail
license and a bar-room license, such as
may be desired by the applicant upon
the conditions set forth in the act. A
license to sell by wholesale fixes the min
imum at five gallons wholesale and retail
at one gallon. A retail license fixes the
maximum at five gallons to he delivered
in vessels. A bar-room covers only what
is sold to be drunk on the premises. The
penalty for violation of any of the above
regulations is a fine of not less than
twenty nor over five hundred dollars and
imprisonment from one month to twelve.
To obtain a bar-room or retail license,
application is to be made to the court of
the county or corporation in which the
applicant resides, and if the court is
satisfied from the testimony that he is a
fit person and the locality suitable, upon
filing a bond with security of not less
than one hundred nor mere than one
thousand dollars, conditioned to comply
with the law, a license shall be granted.
If for any cause a license is refused, an
appeal may be taken to the circuit court.
The auditor of public accounts is to
provide a bar-room register as hereafter
specified, and furnish instructions for its
use, the same to be placed in the bands
of the revenue commissioners for distri
bution. Separate registers are to be pro
vided for malt liquors and alcoholic
liquors. The commissioners place the
registers and it is made their duty to ex
amine them from time to time. Every
register is to be locked after inspection,
and the key retained by the commis
sioners. It is made the duty ef the re
tail dealer, upon the sale of every half
pint, fraction or multiple of spirits, wines
or malt liquors, in the presence of the
purchaser, to turn the crank of the
proper register until the bell has struck
once and the dial indicator has moved
one point until the amount sold reaches
one gallon.
In the case of a bar-room keeper, upon 4
the sale of each drink, in presence of the
customer, he is to turn the crank until
the bell strikes one and the indicator
moves one point on the dial, or in other
words, the half pint or fraction thereof
is the unit of taxation on the retail dealer,
and the drink for the bar-room dealer.
The following is the table of rates for
taxing dealers:
Quantity or Liquor.
f.Bs than half pint
Half pint
More than half pint and loss than 1 pt
One pint
More than a pint and lean than I>£ pts
One and a half pints
More than V/i and less than 2 pints...
Two pints
Half Gallon ■
One gallon
There is also a specific tax, one-half to
be paid when license is granted and the
other at the end of six months, the
amount of which is regulated by the
amount realized from the liquor register.
It is fixed for the first year in towns of
2,000 and less, at fifty dollars and over
at one hundred dollars; after that it
will be determined by the register. It is
made the duty of the revenue commis
sioners to visit each establishment
monthly and examine the register and see
if same is in order, and also to make
a record of the number of drinks of
wine, alcoholic and malt liquors regis
tered as sold during the month also the
amount sold by retail dealers according
to the manner specified, and certify the
same to the auditor of accounts, and the
treasurer of the county or corporation
for the purpose of collecting the tax.
Druggists are required to take out a re
tail dealer’s license and subjected to all
the duties and penalties of other retail
dealers.
The penalties affixed for all violations
of the act are very severe, extending in
nearly all cases to imprisonment in addi
tion to heavy fines. The Moffett register
is the one adopted for use in Virginia
and accomplishes the desired purpose.
The law has proved very successful,
yielding to the s'ate a heavy revenue,
and keeps the entire business of distilling,
manufacturing or selling any kind of
liquors, under the control of the courts,
in a systematic manner.
Keep Pegging Away.
A farmer friend had occasion to write
the local editor of this paper a note the
other day. In closing his note he asked,
“ Urb, can you tell me the way out 01
the present hard times?”
Of course, we can. Keep pegging
away—live within your income, and save
a little for a rainy day—sell your surplus
stock and grain—if you can’t get your
price take what you can get; take the
money and pay your honest debts;
and if you owe no debts, put the money
at interest and don’t go on credit aDy
more; work steadily and be economical
—make no bad or fool trades, and the
first thing you know you will be
sitting up cross-legged, with peace and
plenty. Now, we’ve told you the way
out, and if you don’t go, it is vour own
fault. —Dawson ( Ga.) Journal.
GRAVE AND GAY.
.. Little minds rejoice over the errors
of men of genius, as the owl rejoices at
an eclipse.
No, ma’am,” saida grocer to an
applicant for credit, “ 1 wouldn’t even
trust my own feelings.”
. The only safety from apothecary
poisoning lies in employing no doctor
who writes Latin prescriptions.
.. Fancy rules over two-thirds of the
universe, the past and the future, while
reality is confined in the present.
. Some there are who gaze intently
into the well of truth, but only in hope
of seeing their own image reflected there.
.. It has been remarked of a Cnicago
couple, “ Two souls with but a single
thought—how to get rid of each other.”
.. Some connoisseurs would give a hun
dred pounds for the head of a beggar, in
painting, who would threaten the living
mendicant with the prison.
..According to Itev. Joseph Cook,
every man’s face is phosphorescent in its
glow in proportion as he is good. But
there is a glow which comes not of good
ness, and neither of phosphorous.
.. Falstaff answered by the New York
Commercial Advertiser. “What’s honor?”
asks Falstaff. That’s easy. Any woman
who sits behind another woman in church
can tell whats on her in two minutes.
.. Anew York jeweler has a splendid
opal ring which has been sold nine times
as an engagement ring, and as many
times exchanged, on account of the
general belief that the opal is unlucky.
.. “ Are these soaps all one scent ?”
inquired a lady of a juvenile salesman.
“ No, ma’am, they are all ten cents,”
replied the innocent youngster.
.. An exchange wants to know how
the Turks happened to learn to fight so
well. Why man, most of the Turkish
officers have over half a dozen wives.
.. One of the Kentucky minstrels is
sitting for his care in character, Opera
tor—“ Now, sir, look pleasant—smile a
little.” Minstrel smiles. “O ! that will
never do. It’s too wide for the instru
ment.”
.. The heart of a great man surrounded
by poverty and trammeled by depend
ence, is like an egg in a nest built among
briars. It must either curdle into bit
terness, or ii it take liie and mount
struggle through thorns for the ascent.
. It is far easier to feign respect when
we do not feel it, than to express it when
wo actually do; for which reason frank,
straightforward people appear hyoperiti
cal to suspicious ones. The very fear o*f
seeming deceitful makes us seem so.
The Water We Drink.
There is very little pure water usjd.
That which comes from the clouds has
the best claim to be so regarded, but that
is contaminated by impurities in the air
as ii descends. Clear water is not neces
sarily pure water. All water from springs
and wells contains minerals in solution ;
the latter having but a meager supply
and outgo is usually more strongly im
pregnated than natural fountains with
flowing inlets and outlets. The purest
water is found where solid rock, as ol
granite, forms the bsd over which it runs.
But waters of springs and transparent
rivers, even when filtered, are never
pure. Waters of average purity em
ployed for domestic purposes are said, on
authority of Johnson, to hold in solution
from twenty to thirty grains of solid
matter. Ihe water of the river Jordan
contains seventy-three grains, and
that supplied by the various
companies of the city of London
has from nineteen and one-half to forty
grains. The impurities that make water
injurious to health are organic matters,
such as are abundantly supplied by
barnyards, drains and cemeteries, where
the decay of animal and vegetable sub
stances is going on. Some families who
live on farms, and who fancy they are
drinking the best of water, are, in fact,
cons antly imbibing poison that will
appear perhaps in the dreaded firm of
diphtheria or typhoid fever. The char
acter of the impurities is important. Ic
is claimed that a certain degree of hard
ness of lime, improves the water for all
domestic uses, except washing, and
water from the chalk districts in Europe
is preferred to softer water. It is also
stated that conscripts for the French
army who were reared in bard water
districts were taller and stronger in bone
than those who were reared in places
where there was no lime in the water. —
Scientific American.
The Corset Liver.
Borne medical students in one of tLe
colleges, dissecting a female subject a
few days ago, found what is called in the
doctors’ parlance a “corset*liver.” When
tight lacing has been practised through
several years, a permanent dent or hollow
is produced in the liver, which may be
seen very plainly after the woman is
dead and her liver dissected ut. This
kind of liver occurs so frequently iu
women that the physicians have given
it the name of “corset liver.” In the
subject mentioned the hollow in tb
liver was large enough for the wrist of a
grown man to be laid in it. Young
ladies who don’t want their livers put
into the newspapers and made an awtul
example of after they are dead, woulu
better t&kc warning,
N o. of
Registrations.
Tax on Alco
holic Liquor
and Wine.
Tax on Malt
Liquors.
Cls. Ct.
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1 'i'A
2 r> i
2 A 1
3 ~'A
3 7*
4 10
'I 10
8 21
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