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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. i r.s a 1 'i'A 2 r> i 2 A 1 3 ~'A 3 7* 4 10 'I 10 8 21 Hi 40 NUMBER 49.