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THE STANDARD AND EXPRESS. By SMITH, WIKLE & CO.] [For tb« stamUri 3t Expre**. TEE BROKEN PITCHER. TRANSLATED FROM THE (iRIMIAN. ■ Y MISS L MOON. OONTISPRD FROM Ol'R LABT. THE BROKEN PITCHER, lx the morning Marietta went with the pitcher to the brook. There lay as yet no flowers upon the piece of rock. It might indeed be too early; the sun had scarcely risen above the There rustled steps, Colin came; In his hand the flowers. Marietta turned crimson. Colin stammered: “Good morning, Marietta 1” But the greeting came not from his heart; he could scarcely bring it over his lips. “ Why do you wear my ribbon so openly, Colin ?” said Marietta, setting the pitcher on the piece of rock. “ I did not give it to you.” “ You did not give it to me, dear Marietta?” asked ho, and he became pale from inward anger. Marietta was ashamed of her false hood, dropj»ed hereyes, and said after awhile: “ Well, I did give it to you; yet you should not wear it openly. Give it back to me.” Then he untied it slowly: so great wus his vexation that lie could not conceal the tears in his eyes nor the sigh of his breast. “ Dear Marietta, let me keep your ribbon,” said he, softly. “ No!” answered she. Then his concealed rage changed into despair, lie looked with a sigh townird Heaven, then gloomily upon Marietta, who stood quiet and mod est at the brook witli downcast eyes and arms hanging down. He wound the violet ribbon around the steins of the flowers, exclaimed, “There! take all then!” and hurled down the flowers so spitefully to wards the handsome pitcher on the piece of rock that it fell down to the ground and broke in pieces. Glad at the mischief, he fled away. Mother Manon, lurking behtnd the window, hud heard and seen all. But when the pitcher broke, siie lost the power of hearing and seeing. She could scarcely speak from terror, and when she dragged herself with vio lence towards the window to scream to the flying criminal, she tore the window from the decaying stones so that it fell to the earth with a terri ble crash and broke in pieces. So much ill luck would have put every other woman out of counte nance, but Manon recovered herself at once. “It Is fortunate that I was a witness of his outrage,” exclaimed she; “He must come with me be fore the judge. lie shall outweigh for me, pitcher, and window, with his gold. That will give you a rich dowry, Marietta !” But when Ma rietta. brought the remains of the broken pitcher—as Manon saw Para dise utterly ruined, the good Adam without a head, and of the Eve only the limbs remaining; the serpent triumphing unhurt, the tiger unin jured, but the little lamb destroyed up to its tail as if the tiger had swal lowed it down, then broke forth Mother Manon, yelling in impreca tions upon Colin, and said: “It is evident the throw came from the devil’s hand.” THE COURT. Site took the pitcher in one hand and Marietta in the other, and went about nine o’clock to Mr. Hautmar tin, where ho was accustomed to hold court. There she preferred her com plaint with loud cries, and showed tho broken pitcher and the ruined Paradise. Marietta wept bitterly. The J udge, as he saw the pitcher broken in pieces and his beautiful affianced in tears, fell into such right eous anger towards Colin, that his nose became purple like Marietta’s famous hat hand. He ordered the evil doer to be brought immediately by his officers. Colin came deeply troubled. Moth er Manor; now repeated her com plaint with much eloquence before Judge, officers, and clerks. But Co lin heard nothing. He stepped to Marietta and whispered: “Forgive me, dear Marietta, as I forgive you. I broke your pitcher unintentionally, but you, you have broken my hoart.” “ What is the meaning of that whis pering there?” cried Mr. Hautmar tin, with judicial grandeur. “ Listen * to the accusation against you, and defend yourself.” “I do not defend myself. I broke the pitcher against my will,” said Colin. “I firmly believe that myself,” said Marietta, sobbing. -“I am as guilty as he ; for I had offended him and mado him angry. Then he threw the ribbon and flowers at me incau tiously. He can not help it.” “ Why, do see!” cries Mother Ma non, “ will the girl still be his vin dicator? Sir Judge, speak ! He has broken ilie pitcher, he does not deny it; and I, on his account, have brok en the window, —if he denies it, he can see it.” “ You can not deny it, Mr. Colin,” spoke the Judge, “so pay for the pitcher three hundred livres, for it is worth so much; and then for—” “ No,” exclaimed Colin. “it is not worth so much. I bought it at Venee, at the Fair, for Marietta, for one hundred livres.” “ You bought it, Mr. Impudence?” exekumed the Judge, and he became in his whole face like Marietta’s hat band. \et he could not say more, nor did he wish to do so, for he fear ed an unpleasant discussion of the affair. But Colin became angry on account of the reproach, and spoke: “ I sent this pitcher on the evening of Fair day, through your own servant, to Marietta. Yonder stands James at the door. He is a witness. James, speak ; did I not give you the box to carry to Mrs. Manon V* Mr. Hautmartin wanted, with thundering voice, to break in upon them. But the simple James said : “Only remember, Sir Judge, you took from me Colin’s box and carried what was in it to Mrs. Manon. The box lies yonder still under the pa pers.” Then the officers were obliged to turn out the silly James; and Mr. Colin was also taken out until he should be summoned again. “ Very well, Sir Judge,” rejoined Colin, “ but thus triek shall be your last In Napoule. I know well more than this, your wishing to ingratiate yourself witii Mrs. Manon and Ma rietta with my property. If you seek me, you will do well to ride to Grasse, to the High Bailiff.” With that Colin went away. Mr. Hautinartin was sorely per plexed over the affair, and, in his confusion, knew not what he did. Mrs. Manon shook her head. The business had become dark and sus picious to her. “ Who will now' pay me for the broken pitcher?” asked she. “To me,” said Marietta with a glow ing countenance, “to me it Is a I most already paid for.” (TO JBE CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.) WIT 1*1) HfMNR A Texas paper says: “We have been asked why we stopped publish ing the list of marriage licenses issued by the clerk. Because a great big stand up In the mud out there in the sand hills said we published his daughter as married when she w eren’t and that he would hit us on the head hard enough to knock our ankles out of joint for it. Is the explanation satisfactory ?” A scholar in a country school was asked: “ How do you parse ‘ Mary milks the cow'?’ ” The last word was disposed of as follows: “Cow', a noun, feminine gender, singular number, third person, and stands for Mary.” “ Stands for Mary! How do you make that out?” “Because,” added the intelligent pupil, “if the cow didn’t stand for Mary, how could she milk her?” An lowa gentleman, who was in volved in domestic troubles, met with a genuine “Job’s comforter” the oth er morning. Meeting an old friend, who w r as a widower, he related his troubles to him, and told him he ex pected to be broken up as his wife had commenced suit against him for three thousand dollars alimony. “Well,” said the widower, “I’ll wait and see how she comes out, and if she succeeds, I’ll go for her.” Grace Greenwood thus writes on the “ Woman Question;” “ If I had the Iraming of the law, only such women should be allowed to vote as had sewing machines, and knew how to use them; no woman could have a vote who could not read and write; who was not able to cast up her mil linery accounts and count them dow r n; who could not make a loaf of bread, a pudding, sew on a button, wash dishes, and, on a pinch, keepaboard ing-house, and support a husband de cently.” Joniw was travelling with his wife, and (for a freak) was so gallant in his behavior to his Cara sposa that mad am grew uneasy and remonstrated against his attentions as too marked for public observation. “ The deuce!” said Jones, “we’re married, I sup pose?” “ Yes,” said the lady, “ but, judging from your deportment, folks will think ice ain't.!" “ Well, what of it?” said Jones. “Why, not much certainly, for you," said the careful (limui l< mu and man, iruu we \>u men have our characters to take care -of.” Jones was shocked into propri ety for the regt of the journey. Marriage ceremony as too often per formed : Clergyman (to lady)—■“ Wilt thou take this noble mansion-carriage-jew els-sel f-wheeling-bath-chair - flannels pillows-aiul - all - appliances - for - the gout to be thy wedded husband?” “1 will.” Clergyman (to gentleman)—“ Wilt thou take this bale-of-cotton-Musco vito-chignon-Grecian-bend-and-high- heeled-shoes to be thy wedded wife?” “I will.” w J3ir, do you mean to say that I speak falsely?” said a person to a French gentleman. “No, sure, Ino say dat, but, sure, I say you walk round the truth very much.” Query : Can a little girl weeping be called a crisis ? SAYINGS OF PRENTICE. “An editor in Michigan, talking of corn, professes to have two ears fifteen inches long. Some folks are remark able for the length of their two ears.” “ ‘ Doctor, what do you think is the cause of this frequent rush of blood to my head?’ ‘ Oh! it is nothing but an effort of nature. Nature, you know, abhors a vacuum .’ ” “ The editor of the G says he hopes to reach the truth. He is lay ing out for himself a long journey. He had better make his will before he starts.” “ * Will you have the kindness to hand me the butter before you?’ ‘ I am no waiter, sir.’ ‘ls that so? I thought from your appearance, you had been waiting a long time.’ ” “ A Western rhymer says he writes only when an angel troubles his soul. We don’t know that the fact of his own soul being troubled gives him the right to trouble the souls of other peo ple.” “ ‘ You seem to walk more erect than usual, my friend.’ ‘ Yes, I have been straightened by circum stances.’ ” “ A well known writer says that a fine coat covers a multitude of sins. It is still truer that such coats cover a multitude of sinners.” “ ‘ Landlord, you do me too much honor; you let me sleep among the big bugs last night.’ ‘O! don’t be too modest, my dear lodger; I doubt not they have your own blood running in their veins.’ ” A STARTLING ANSWER. A story is told of a teacher who was talking to her scholars regarding the order of the higher being. It was a very profitable subject and one in which the children took an uncom mon interest. She told them that the angels came first in perfection, and when she asked them who came next and was readily answered by one boy, “ Man!” she felt encouraged to ask: “ What comes next to man ?” And here a little shaver, who was evidently smarting under a defeat in the proceeding question, immediately distanced all competition by prompt ly shouting: “His undershirt, ma’am.” CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY *20,1872. LADIES’ COLUMN. A WORD FOB THE WOMEN. Somebody once said that the wo men of to-day are so extravagant in dress, and so helpless in other respects, that none but rich men could afford to marry, and foolish people have been saying the same thing or some thing very liks it ever since. Every time a man fails in business, people take a mental inventory of his wife’s wardrobe, and cry out, “Poorfellow, he was ruined by her extravagance.” No account is taken of his club ex penses, or his unneceessary restaurant bills, or his fast horses, or the vanity that prompted him to buy a bigger and finer house than he needed. Nothing is said of his dress-coats made by some Monsieur Snip, who charges extra prices because he calls himself an “ artist tailor.” The man may have gambled his money away or have lost it in reckless stock specu lation for all anybody knows to the contrary, while his wife, believing him to be rich, has dressed and lived only as his circumstances warranted, doing it too only for his sake, that he might not be ashamed to introduce her as his wife. Or if she has been as extravagant as he, the fault is usu ally his, so long as the fact remains that any proper man can lovingly control the course of any proper wife. Women are often extravagant. The fact can not be denied. But that they are more so than men is by no means true. Asa rule every woman wishes to live within her husband’s income, and in nine families out of ten all the economizing done at all is done by the wife. This constant iteration of the charge against women, however, has secured a kind of passive acceptance for the theory, and nothing is more common now than for young men with salaries of two or three thou sand a year to lament their inability to marry, because women are so ex travagant. One of these has recently told the public through tiie newspa pers how it takes all his income of two thousand dollars to support him as a single man, and after looking over his bill of items and finding that it takes fifty-two dollars worth of perfumery every year to keep him sweet, we quite agree with him in thinking that he should not marry. A woman weak enough to wed such a youth would probably give him trouble even with a much larger in come than his to draw upon. The trouble is, men want to live in a more costly style than their in comes will allow. They hire houses they can not afford, and buy furni ture beyond their means, and “ put on style” generally, which they can not maintain. Their wives, know ing less than they of the purse-depths at command, accept the husbands’ estimate of their ability to live, and they dress as their lords clearly wish them to do. And so the crash comes, and “poor Charley ” is commiserated, while his little wife’s shoulders are saddled with the blame. ILilVillli 31 IttlHiAli. A correspondent of the Country Gentleman says: “The terrors of clear starching have darkly hung around many a young wife, and she has dreaded ironing dear Fred’s nice shirts more than doing all the rest of his work for a week. To such poor tremblers let me say, patiently persevere. Practice alone will make perfect. Shed no vain tears over shirts he pronounces “ horrid,” and declares “he can never wear.” Wash them out and try again. In cold weather if you have no drosses or skirts, use cold starch, it is so much easier made and used. For two bosomed shirts, one pair of cuffs and two or three collars, take a small teaspoonfnl of starch, dissolve in about a coffee cup of cold water, stir until the water looks like milk ; dip in the collars and cuffs first, then the hossoms; wring as dry as possible, Set .the starch one side; roll the linen up in a dry cloth. After it has lain a few moments, iron after this wise: Put a piece of cotton cloth over the linen rub a bit of beeswax over the iron and around the point and edges; wipe clean with a coarse towel; iron over the cotton cloth a bit; remove it and smooth the linen very fast one way until perfectly dry. If not stiff enough stir your starch well and dip in again, proceeding as before. Some always starch collars and cuffs twice. I never do. If your shirts are cut sack you can iron them without a bosom board, but if there are gathers in the back you had better have one. It should be a little longer and wider than the bosom. Cover it with tw T o or three thicknesses of white flannel, then two of cotton cloth; drawn very smooth and tight, and sewed togeth er on the hack. Iron the bosom un til dry, smooth and glossy; remove the board, hang the shirts by the fire. When thoroughly dry, start up every plait, unless very finely plaited, by slipping your finger under it from top to bottom. If the bosom is too stiff, use less starch next time. So few people understand using cold starch, I have written very plainly. Most of the people use too much, get disgusted and won’t try to learn. If your iron sticks, use sandpaper; if it sticks then, rest assured you have used too much starch. When done with the starch, I set the bowl away and let it settle : until the water is clear, then pour it off and let the starch dry a few hours. ! When dry, scrape from the bowl with ( a spoon, and put back in your starch box—it is as good as new. A young lady who has been prac ticing “ Let me kiss him for his mother,” says the more she tried it the better she liked it. An old lady gave this as her idea of a groat man: “ One who is keerful of his clothes, don’t drink spirits, kin read the Bible without spelling the words, and eat a cold dinner on wash day without grumbling.” The joy of the spirit is a delicate, sacred deposit, and must be kept in a pure casket, as an unholy breath will dim its lustre and fade its freshness. i • i Before you sjjeak turn your tongue over seven time. ( IHLDKLX’S COLUMN. SELF-MAI AL. Do you know what self-denial means ? Perhaps this story will help you you to understand it. One morning, as Harry and his parents were sitting at the breakfast table, Harry seemed for awhile en gaged in a brown study. Presently he exclaimed; “ Father, I have made up my mind not to eat any more salt mackerel.” “ Ah! what has brought you to that conclusion?” asked his father with a look of earnest inquiry. “ Because,” continued Harry, “ our Sunday-School teacher said we ought to give up something, that we might have money to put into the mission ary box.” “ Well, but what has induced my boy to choose salt mackerel as the thing he will give up?” again asked his father. “ Why,” answered Charley, “ be cause mackerel don’t come very often and I don’t like them very much anyhow.” Now, do my young readers think there’s any self-denial in that? I will tell you what self-denial is Little Jenny, who dearly loved oranges, received one just ever so rich in its beautiful golden color, and plump with its delicious juice. In stead of eating it, she ran around the corner and gave it to little Emma, who was sick, and whose mother was too poor to buy for her such luxuries. That was self-denial. When you give away something that you really want, that thus you may make another happy, or when you give up something that you are really fond of, that you may have money for missionary or other good purposes, that is self-denial. Jesus said : “If any man will be my disciple, let him deny himself.” “STOP TO WEIGH.” One morning an enraged country man came into Mr. M.’s store with very angry looks. He left a team in the street, and had a good stick in his hand. “Mr. M.,” said the angry country man, “ I bought a paper of nutmegs here in your store, and when I got home they were more than half wal nuts; and that's the young villian that I bought ’em of,” pointing to John. “John,” said Mr. M., “Did you sell this man walnuts for nutmegs?” “ No, sir,” was the ready reply. ~ You lie, you little villian,” said the countryman, still more enraged at his assurance. “ Now, look here,” said John. “If you had taken the trouble to weigh your nutmegs, you would have found that I put in the walnuts gratis." “Oh, you gave them to me, did you ?’, “ Yes, sir. I threw in a handful for the children to crack,” said John, laughing at the same time. “ Well, now, if that ain’t a young scamp,” said the countryman, his features relaxing into a grin as he would be saved if people would stop to weigh before they blame others. “Think twice before you speake once,” is an excellent motto. OVERCOMING. Dick had been very provoking! Boys often are, you know; and Dick, who was not a remarkable good boy, was no exception to the general rule. Dick had been very provoking indeed. Poor pussy’s tail had been ornamented with a string of spools, and her neck with dolly’s best sash, kept for special occasions. Susy had thought she was going to sit down in her chair, and had found herself on the floor, and Dick, chair in hand laughing at her— had been told that there was some thing on her head, and on begging Dick to take it off, had her curls unmercifully pulled. Finally her pa tience was all gone. “ Dick Hast ings,” said she, “p’haps you think because you’re bigger’n me you can tease me all you like, but I won’t stand it. You’ll see whether that cravat’s done, that you wanted to wear to-morrow.” So saying, Susy sought refuge in her little chamber. As she opened the window a stream of sunlight flickcrd through the vines that trailed over it, and, falling on the wall beyonnd, iighted up into glory its bright illuminated text. Now we all, or almost all, have verses in the Bible that seem to be made for us. Those who are ill-tem pered remember. “Blessed are the meek.” Those who are hasty, “ A soft answer turneth away wrath.” To the selfish ones is writen, “ Look not every man on his own things and to the proud, “ Before honor is humility.” Ido not know which of them all seemed to Susy written for her, but the one her mother had fastened to the Avail, before she went over the seas in search of health and strength, w T as, “ He that o\ T ercometh shall inherit all things.” These were the words that caught Susy’s eyes, as she came in, “ Ah,” said she, “Overcometh, that means, get the victory, and that’s Avhat I’ll do over Dick. He won’t ha\ r e the blue cravat to Avear to-morrow, and his old black one is shabby. Dick is vain, too, though he is so homely.” Susy was a neat little seamstress, and prided herself on making pretty ties for father and Dick. The little girl sat doAA*n in her rocking chair and tried to amuse herself with the kitten, which she had rescued from her brother, and fool lowing the bright sunbeams, her eyes again rested on the Avord “ over cometh,” and she said to herself, “Hoav can I best get the victory?” and just then came to her mind the verse I think must have been writen for her, “Be not overcome of evil but overcome evil with good.” The chair stopped rocking; for a moment there A\ as no sound in the room ex cept the sweet song of a robin, on a bougli just outside the window. Then Susy went slowly to- her drawer, took out the little AA’orkhasket, slipped on the gold thimble, picked up the dain ty bits of blue ribbon,and came back to the rocking-chair with a smile brighter than any sunbeam. She had gotten the victory! “Oh, for a thousand tongues!” said the lad Avhen he crawled into a mo lasses barrel. P 0 E T It Y. WOMAN’S KINGDOM. When Cue!*, tireless in her uigeat mission. Onjquiet Mrs . Domo made a call. From what she Tiewed as woman’ False Pos'- tion Was drawn her pica for aid to Women all. A ioaelT spinster, with a future eheerte-i As were the loveless year* she'd left behind. Her heart, unmatod. from neglect was fearless To crave for more than Love for womankind. No weak disciple she, to dream and linger, Because with doubting other might he dumb; But her’s to cry, erect, with beck’ning singer: I lead the way, my Sisters; —win you come? The k'ndly matron of the modest dwelling, serene in simple comfort attd content She saw as one her higher nature quelling ’Neath W rongs which, comprehended, she'd resent And, paling, flashing with the bold excite ment Os teaching that as Truth which was un sought She hastened onward in her fierce indictment Os those the Truth who helped not as they ought. •‘I seek you. madam." was l»er grim petition, i “To ask for our Memerial your name, And that of one whose Bex's recognition The less than other’s Equal, it i* shame! “ The idle, empty, listless dolls of fashion, The vaiu. bedizened puppets of .he ball, The slaves of what mankind exalt as Passion, May kiss the golden i'el.ers or their thrall; "Butyou, a Woman, bred of higher feeling, And conscious of a Soul mortal, too, Were never bom to spend a life in kneeling, If Man lifts not to equal stature You! “ Bet puUing Love for love-sick chUdren an swer, And servile household thuics for the drudge; Not Man's time-serving {met and romancer, But Woman’s self, was made for Woman's judge. “No longer waiting oh our Master’s pleasure. To take the oow’r He gives to us, or pelf, We claim the ltight our owrrewards to meas ure, And e’en to cast the BulUd with himself!” The Matron, heeding all tbai: had been spoken, From quiet meditation raised her head; One moment kept the silence soft unbroken, And then, with look and smile peculiar, said: “ If painful seemeth my complete refusing Your Suffrage—Bight Memorial to sign, Take consolation f om my bolder chosrng A far more daring method and design. 11 While you are asking for the poor concession Os right to vote with Men, the same as they, ’Tis let. for me, by slow and sure progression, To cast two precious ballots in a day!” As Cinlia, frowning, stood aloof and rigid, To hear her cause and calling made a jest. One geude look she caught—and was less frig- Aud something mutely -tender stirred her breast. A hand inviting mildly came to meet her. Ajid, e’er she could resist it, she w as led To where the vision, fairj-like, to greet her Was e’en a tiny morsel of a bed. With silent touches dainty curtains lifted, As though tticir fleecy folding held a noise, She saw, beyond the snojvy portal rifted, In loving clasp asleep, Twin Baby-boys! Aod, smiling fondly, spoke the happy moth er: “In those, the Bights thufNature makes my own, 1 live and rule the peer of Man, my brother, From humblest thatch, of shelter to the throne! “ He. kneeling knightly, in a love the purest, Was vassal to the Kingdom these should bring: Without them I were poorer than the poorest, And with them I ;un richer than a King! “To Husband, Children, I as Woman loyal, Uesign my own dominion bfmy life, And then return it doubly told, and royal, In higher reign of Mother and of Wife. “By fearless battle with the Bight's offender, These boys of ours their Father’s own shall seem; By manly strength to man and woman tender, lu gentle likeness 1 shall be supreme. “ The Natures mingling in ablest Communion, Ere yet tlieir lives, its glo>y, were begun, Shall dwell together in their brother-union, To blend their parents, Equal, into One. “ If, growing grandly into manhood's station, Their Father’s spotless honors their shall be, From all that makes them noble to their nation, Shall come a crown of glory unto Me. “ And when the freeman’s sov’rcign moment reaching, Their Votes to purpose worthy they consign, By all that holds them true to Mother-teaching, The ballots they deposit shall be Mine !” Thus speaking, softly, and with fervent feeling, Her eyes upon her darlings in their bed, She saw not where the other torth was stealing, With downcast eyelids, too, and drooping head. Qp- f 'y-—-t t; —- —.prcTnest grace ! His rule is but his loyalty or treason, To yours beside the cradle of our race ! Orpheus C. Kerr. UAYTIEN PROVERBS. The day that the little chicken is pleased, is the very day that the hawk takes hold of him. Eggs ought not to dance with stones. When you go to the donkey’s house don’t ask if his etrs are long. A little dog may have courage be fore his master’s ioor. It’s only the she that knows wheth er the stocking lias holes. Good soup maybe made in an old saucepan. The cock wearsspurs, but he is no horseman for all hat. Pardon does no heal the wound. A pig that has wo owners is sure to die with hunge. Very bad is notfleath. Reproach is liea*ier than a barrel of salt. A promise is a <elf. Flies are caugh with syrup, not with vinegar. IIASTE AN HEALTH. It is not at all Avolesome to be in a hurry. Loco motifs have been re ported to have moed a mile in a minute for short dtances. But lo comotives have ofn come to grief by such great rapity. Multitudes in their haste to gtrich are ruined every year. The nn Avho do things maturely, sloAvly,eliberately, are the men Avho oftent succeed in lifts. People who are hahially in a hurry generally have to jo things twice over. The tortoiseeat the hare at last. Slow men scorn knock their brains out against »ost. Foot races are injurious to kith, as are ail forms of eompetitiiexercise ; steady labor in the field ihe best gymna sium in the AVorldEither labor or exercise, carried; exhaustion or prostration ; or e\ great tiredness, expressed by “fagl out,” always does more harm ji the previous exercise has done >d. All running up stairs, to catch with a vehicle or ferry-boats, are tremely injuri ous to every” age asex and condi tion of life. It ougto be the most pressing necessity ich should in duce a person over v to run tAven ty yards. Those > longest who are deliberate, we actions are measured, Avho necembark in any enterprise wilhou sleeping o\ r er it,” and Avho perfoßll the every day acts of life witilmness. Qua kers are proverbiatelm, quiet peo ple, and Quakers at thrifty folk, the world over.—i flail. Half the unhapps of life springs from looking baekjriefs that are past, and forAvard h fear to the future. ♦—3 Sugar corn may” «ied toward the last of the month, the main crop should be deferred March. With genuine J>s, Josh Bil lings says: “ Whol tell me Avhar Daniel Purdy, the limaster lives now ? No one! 1 3 asked a doz en, but no one pnbers Daniel Purdy. It is a sadig tew be a skoolmaster! no or ?r seems tew kno Avhare they j hen yu mis them. They just a to depart, that’s all. I never ane tew die [ and be buried.” MISCELLANEOUS. THE STIDY OF GEOGRAPHY. | “ Can you read ?” asks the teacher I of a little child who lias just entered : school, too little to read if he were i properly neglected. “ Can you read ?” | And when the little lisper says yes, j the teacher smiles and says, “ Then you must begin Geography.” And a , brand-new primary full of pictures, I maps, and hard names is placed be i tween the child's fingers. Once | through that, the little victim comes to an Intermediate Secondary, and i then to a Secondary, and then to an • Intermediate Common School Geog i raphy, and then to a Common School ; without the prefix, and then to an- J other Intermediate, and last of all to a High School. No, not last, for even j then there are treatises on Map Dtaw ; ing, and Geographical after-claps of j various sorts, invented by disintcrest- I ed makers of schoolbooks to plague i the later years of school life. An ex i perieneed teacher was once invited to a strange town to hear the recitation of a company of young men and young women who were just beginning the study of anew and exhaustive text book on Geography. At the close of their recitation the strange teacher asked permission to interrogate the class. He found upon inquiry that these high-school pupils had been en gaged in the study of geography for au average time of eight years. Then he turned and asked the teacher of the class whether he really thought geography so all-important that it was necessary for these young people to continue it for another year. The result was that the teacher and class threw away their new geography and gave a little time to some other science. Why start with Geography and end with it? Is there no higher purpose in education than to know that the Andes are so high, and the Atlantic so deep; that coal is dug in Pennsyl vania and tar made in North Caroli na ; that Bavarians drink beer, while Americans consume nothing but cold water on ordinary occasions, and gin ger-pop on the Fourth of July. Why should Botany, and Chemis try, and Geology, and Physiology be crowded into corners, while Geogra phy has the fullest swing? Is it that teachers are afraid to trust themselves on any other science but the shallow est one ? Or is it that the trade in ge ographies and atlases and wall maps and the rest is rather a lucrative one? Now we protest witli all earnestness against this wanton waste of time and strength, this squandering of the most precious years of the human life. More even than the neglect of other sciences, we regret the neglect of our own literature. While the child is learning about the climate of Ecuador for the fifth time, he might be learn ing to love Irving’s Sketch-Book. While he is learning the exact loca tion of Mount Saint Elias and the par ticulars of its insurrectionary history, he might be acquiring a taste for and while he is putting dozen years of geografciiy be learning to love Chaucer or Charles Lamb, Tennyson or Longfel low. One year of good faithful study of geography will give the pupil all the facts in that knowledge that he can profitably retain. All the rest is waste of human life and human intel lect. Much of the comfort of this life consists in acquaintance, friendship and correspondence; with those that are pious, prudent and,virtuous. An exchange wants to know since w-o-r-k is pronounced wirk, why p-o-r-k is not pronounced pirk. ? These questions are very irksome. Says an Irishman of Chicago: “ Shoor there are no people at all in the most densely populated districts, and the sidewalks is in the middle of the streets.” The statement going the rounds of the press, that John C. Calhoun’s plantation in South Carolina is now opened by a wealthy negro, is a mis take. It was purchased by his son in-law, Col. Clensen. Some of the domestic evils of drunk i enness are houses without windows, ! gardens without fences, fields with out tillage, barns without roofs, chil dren without clothing, principles or morals. Two of Darwin’s sons have been on a visit to the Yosemite. It is said that the monkeys recognized them at once, and asked kindly after their fa ther. A Kansas paper chronicles a pleas ant and not uncommon ceremony in that State, as follows: “Mr. ,of Missouri, got to owning horses that did not belong to him and the next thing he knew he couldn’t get his feet down to the ground. A Kalamazoo grocer swears by all that is good and true, that he has seen a rat lie down on his back with an egg in his paws, wiggle his tail as a sign that all was ready, and then sub mit to be drawn up stairs by the tail by two other rats. When the cold wind blows, take care of your nose, that it doesn’t get froze, and wrap up your toes in warm woolen hose. The above, we suppose, was written in prose, by someone who knows the effect of cold snows. Northern men—“ How does the Re publican party take in the South ?” Southerner—“ Like it does every where—everything it ean get its hands on.” The true art of being agreeable is to appear well pleased with all the com pany, and rather to seem well enter tained with them. A man thus dis posed may not have much learning, nor any wit; but if he has common sense, and something friendly in his behavior, it conciliates men’s minds more than the brightest parts without this disposition. If you know anything that will make a brother’s heart glad, run quick and tell it; but if it is some tiring that will cause a sigh, bottle it UP- | Agricultural Department. WHY Ol'R CROPS ARE. SOT BETTKB. Avery sensible writer in the Nash | ville t nion and American suggests the following as leading causes why our crops are not better and the tann er more prosperous: First, because chief in the list, is our slackness. "He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand,” says Sol omon. A good school can be obtained ■ only by a thorough teacher at its head. ! who stimulates the children to thor- I oughnessdn all they do. Reflection I ■Hid observation will convince all that ! every valuable acquisition is the pro ' duct of no slack hand. I am fully persuaded that our soil will and ought to be made to produce at least thrice its present average yield. The way to make it is to take but half the quan tity, and begin by thoroughly prepar ing, enriching and generally breaking and subsoiling the tall before the seed are to be sown. If impossible to ma nure, a sensible farmer will learn the nature of his soil and plant that which will best thrive thereon. A second cause of poor crops is, 1 think, late planting. The Northern farmer regards it as a great mishap if his corn and wheat are not sown with in a week after the frost is fairly out of the ground. The Southern farmer should regard it likewise, not because of a short season, but because of drought. I cannot question that the corn crop of this whole section of coun try was reduced fully one-third by in attention last spring to this important item. Again. Our farming implements are generally behind the age. Our ploughs go in the furrow rusty, dull, and misshapen. They are often drawn lazily along by an animal which ought never to be accepted as a gift by a sensible farmer. It were the height of folly for a mechanic to econ omize on the first cost of his tools by picking up at half price a rusty saw here, a dull jackplane there, and a bro ken chisel yonder; and equally so far a farmer to put up witli poor tools or poor stock. Better have two good strong horses than four poor weak ones. The last cause which cuts down our harvest that I will here mention is poor seed. If it pay—and it surely does—to invest thousands in animals for breeding purposes, will it not pay as well to get good seed. Buy at home, if possible, abroad if necessary. Tricky advertisers and dealers are, of course, constantly before the people trying to get large prices for worthless seed, and we should use, therefore, the more care to get a genuine article. It will never do to fall behind in this important item. My remarks, then, might be sum med up thus: Deal in the best only, prepare and cultivate the soil thor oughly, and we will be apt next Thanksgiving Day to thank the Lord for about twice our usual harvests. DISTANCE FOR COTTON. Last season 1 planted three acres of cotton with Simpson seed, (the land -•--« n« nearly uniform as I could get it,) in tu . acre, m checks throe feet each way, giving (4,900) four thousand nine hun dred stalks to the acre; second acre, in drills four feet apart, stalks one foot apart, as near as could be done, giving ten thousand stalks to the acre; third acre, drills four feet apart, stalks in drill one foot apart, two stalks left to gether, giving just (20,000) twenty thousand stalks. The cultivation and manuring of Nos. 2 and 3 were the same—ten two horse wagon loads of composted cot ton seed and stable manure to the acre, and two hundred and forty pounds to each acre of “ cotton food” put down in the drill—three furrows in the bed were subsoiled. The checked acre was first broken up just as the other, but a subsoil fol lowed the turn plough in every fur row, having broadcasted on this acre twelve two-horse wagon loads of the same manure used on Nos. 2 and 3, and three hundred pounds of “ cotton food.” Ist Picking:.... 345'lbs 355°']Ks. tfiO ibs. 8 - %:: jg:: ■HJ* “ •••• 270 “ 233 ■■ 113 •* St*) .... 163 “ no » 52 .. 6th “ .... 62 “ 43 “ 21 “ ?tll 28 “ 21 “ 00 “ 1,335 lbs. 1,320 lbs. 804 lb3. The result confirmed my previous opinion, that is, I well knew that in our warm, open sandy lands, the Dickson and Simpson mode of crowd ing cotton would smother No. 3, and so it did. Where accident destroyed one of the stalks, the. remaining one would be equal to a stalk in No. 1 or 2 ; where one stalk would get the start and crush its weaker brother, it would both switch up to about a foot high, with nothing on them, then lean apart towards the middles, and bear pretty well after they partes 1 company. I doubted before this experiment as to the plans pursued with Nos. 1 and 2, and 1 doubt almost as much now, al though my views have been very ma terially altered by the experiments. The margin of doubt is as large, but it is on the other side. The summer was very dry, a terri ble drought raging the whole of July and part of early August, briefly and partially interrupted, to rage again to the end of autumn. This was, rela tively, the benefit of No. 1, and to the inj ury of No. 2. No. 3 never was in the race. No. 1 was cultivated with sweeps running both ways. Well till- ed earth and broadcasted manure gave moisture and sustenance to wide spreading roots, while the beds and crowded condition in No. 2 increased the effect of drought. This was very visible, No. 1 remaining green and flourishing, while No. 2 wilted some what. Each stalk in No. 1 doubled those in No. 2; they looked so pretty that I was confirmed temporarily in my preconceived preference, but there were not enough stalks ; moreover, an examination of the table will show that No. 2 matured earlier, the first three pickings were heavier on No. 1; but the table does not show what is the fact that much of the cotton on No. 1 did not mature at all, the stalk keeping green, growing and blooming through the late fall, and many of the early bolls even not maturing. It is not probable, then, that too much distance and broadcast manur ing, especially in clay lands and wet seasons, tend to retard maturity ? HOBKIfiK. COTTON CATERPILLARS-ONE WORD MORE. | I had made up my mind to let my part of this unpleasant controversy i drop, agreeing with the Editor of the Rural Carolinian that such articles should *• take a practical rather than controversial turn,” but one or two i paragraphs in Dr. Anderson'sresponse which are still on the side of error, I cannot let go without a notice. He says: “By a mode of speedy I production or generation, unknown to Mr. Glover, Mr. Grote and yourself, 1 have seen them so mixed as not to he able to identify them more witli one , than the other. [Look at our figures of the two worms in the November number and carefully read the de scription.J * * * lam forced to the conclusion that they art 1 of the same parentage; and as to either one ; or the other eating grass or cotton, I i am sure they eat either as chance da j vtlops than in one or the other." j italics are mine.) Now, I distinctly repeat what ha been said both by Mr. Grote and my self, and what I have never before heard questioned by any one that pre tended to have investigated the sub ject, that the grass worm and cotton caterpillar are two widely distinct spe cies, which are not developed by chance; and the egg of oue will no more produce the other than a grain of corn will produce a blade of wheat, and as lor arguing against suvH aLiiin^, it is simply ridiculous. The book of nature is open to all j who may road its pages aright, but when an “Observer” tramples under foot nature’s laws, and begins to talk ' of “ chance” and of mysteries which he j alone lias the power to unravel, it is j time to cry out. Dr. Anderson may have learned some new fact in regard to the cotton worm that may prove of practical value, but he must not | pave the way for placing it before the public by controverting known facts ! and seeking to throw a cloud of mys tery over clear aiul well defined truths. In regard to the Locusta error, Mr. Glover, with whom I am associated at \\ ashington, tells me the name ap peared iu the first few thousand cop ies of the edition, having been placed there, as in fact were many of the sci entific and other names, by the (then) C hies Clerk of the Bureau, and editor of the report, but which were correct ed by Mr. G. as soon as seen.—Cuas. IL Dodge, in Mural Carolinian. THE JHLLEKICH APPROACHING. It may not be generally known that a small number of influential ladies of Atlanta have organized an association among themselves whose object it is to neutralize the prevailing folly and fashionable extravagance in female attire, and to promote good taste and economy in general among tho fair sex . The organization may be enti tled, the “ Anti-Extravagant and Low Neck Dress Association of Atlanta.” In order to prove that the proximi ty of the blessed millenium is not as much of a myth after all as some sup. pose, we append a few of the rules which members of the aforesaid associ tion solemnly bind themselves to ob serve : 1. .Nolto mate ultlea) they can be paid for at the time, or when the account is sent in. 2. Never to buy anything “ because it is cheap.” 3. To dress in a manner befitting the station or occupation in life of the member. 4. To consider the personal tastes of heads of families within the limits of these rules, but not to make anything a plea for personal extravagance. o. To use nothing false for mere pur poses of ornament, or because it is tho fashion, such as false jewelry, false hair, &c. G. To avoid all exaggerations be longing to the fashions of the day i which might attract improper atten- j tion. 7. To avoid all unseemly style of! dress, however much it may be en couraged by the popular fashion of the moment. 8. To attend most scrupulously to neatness and cleanliness, and not to waste needlessly either time (in fre quent changes of dress,) money, or dress itself.— Atlanta Em, CHICKEN CHOLERA. Editor of the Rural Carolinian: It is hard to say what is chicken cholera, as every disease which “ car ries off” poultry is known by the term j cholera. I read in some paper, not long ago, 1 the successful experiment of some j gentleman who had arrested the dis ease by penning his chickens, and it! brought to my recollection an experi- ' ment of a friend during the last sum-! mer. lie had observed that the chickens that ran on the lawn were healthy, while those which fed in the back yard and garden died of cholera. This led him to conclude it was something they fed on, and he caught all the back-yard poultry and put them in a pen, feeding them on chopped onions, copperas water and dough. The chol era stopped at once. He thinks the poison is the night-shade. I have, generally, used copperas freely in their water, and have escaped it, but I do j not think there is any nightshade i about my premises. One of my ! neighbors, however, tried copperas,! calomel, kerosene, and everything he j could think of to no purpose. *** I have held the lives anti liberties of great numbers in my hands. I have heard many thousands of pray ers for pardon. I have had inter course with those holding the highest places down to those living in gloom iest celLs. I have seen and felt as much as most men of the harshness i and bitterness of the strife of this ! world. All this experience has led me to feel kindly toward my fellow man. The longer I live the better I think of men’s hearts and the less of their heads. I grow more and more disposed to charge the evils men do their infirmities, and the more deeply am I impressed with the great truth of that religion which teaches us the need of a Spirit to guide, a Savior to atone and a merciful God to forgive manifold sins and transgressions. Horatio Seymour, Lettuce, Radishes and Turnips for a succession may be put in any time during the month. TOL. 12-NO. 44 1 Irish pota&xvs, if not ai rtwiy plant* ' should bo put in at on x*. (Jhooso, ! * f possiblo, n itood blmtk, moist, but ■ not wot soil; ami niarttiru libeMUy, avoiding, however, too much crude stahlo manure if you desire tubers jof the lx»st quality. Wood whes chip manure, rattan sawdust), and tho scrapings of tho hous**-vard, areexvc!- lent for tbiscrop. Cabbage* plants should l»»* s«*tout at varioustinicdurimrihi month} :n*l, as they begin to grow, tho .-oil should be frequently stirred. Strawberry beds, if not already at tended to, should Juivo a dressing of manure and a earoful working \vifl> a fork or a pronged lux.'. FBRTHjI2S'jEJR.S : Dickso 11 \s Compouml, SOLUBLE PACIFIC, Waudo Mining; and Manufactnrlng Cos,. CAKOI.IXA ATLANTIC PHOSPHATE CO., MAGNUM BONUM, PARAGON, AUSO PERUVIAN GUANO, GROUND AND DISSOLVED BONES, I A NI > PLAST EK , SALT, Acid I»li osj) hates FOR COMPOSTING, < ASH, O- on time on mnnof'i tfirer’s JL teraus—souie guarantee 15 cO. for C otton delivered. I'leaSo cull ami obtain circular-. Gilbert & Baxter, leblS—lin. AutfTr.S. STERLING SILVER-WARE. SHARP A FLO YD No. 33 Whitehall Street, 1 ATLANTA. Specialty, Sterling Silver-Ware. Special attention is nonnested to the man new and elegant pieces manufactured express ly to our order the past year, and <mito recently completed. An unusually attractive assortment ofnovel ies in Fancy Silver, cased for tteriding and Holiday presents, of a medium and expensiv character. The House ere represent manufacture on an unparalleled scale,’employing on Sterling Sil ver-Ware aloue over One Hundred « Mlled hands, the most accomplished talent in Design ing, aud the best Labor-saving Marhjnary, en abling them to produce works of the highest character, at prices I'NAI’PROACitKD by any eempetition. Oar stock at present is the lar gest and most vanaa mis side of Philadelphia An examination of our ntock and prices will guarantee our sales. OUR HOUSE USE ONLY 955 BRITISH STERLING, 1000 jail 4—ts nine co., ATLANTA, OA. TO MKUCHAXTSI FRESH INVOICES CUTLERY! ASSORTED CRATES NOW ARRIVING FANCYGOODS An Immense invoice especially fur ‘ * f fjfWA :CHRISTMAS & HOLIDAYS! | and Elegant Goods for Axn •- FIFTY CISTS STOKES, Decorated Dinner AND TE! -A. SETTS, KNIVES AND FORKS, CASTERS, GOBLETS, VASES: FROM AUCTION, fcjfetabafe auD nhfi It mxA j CHEAPER Til AX 1 UEV CAX BE UOCGTH FROM MANUFACTURERS. i nov.3o—tf. Office Selma Rue OaltaE. E. Cos. I E. t . JOHNSON, Local Agent. No. 4 THE IJ. I. KI.IIB.UX IIOrSB, Atlanta , Gn„ Dec. 2-1 1871. PARTIES wishing to CP West will iiu<i rt to their ntttest to pnifon E. V. Johnenp, Xo. Kimball Houle, ami procure chcapiuiigrant kets. ' dcc72ni AGENCY GEORGIA LOAN & TRUST COMPANY j D. TV. K. PEACOCK, AGcut. CARTEUSVILLE, GEORGIA. OFFICE in theStoro-rooni of A. A SKIXXE t & CO., Main Street. Money received on I>epo«it. Exchange nought and sold. Advances made on Cotton and other l*t i duct. dec. 8-sw Georgia— Bartow corsTT James w. Templeton has applied far exemption. personalty, and I will pass upon the saint- r.t so o’clock A. M., on the 2nd day if Ma.cli, 187*. at my office. This, 19th dav of February, 1872. J. A. HOWARD,, r| Feb. 22—2 t. Qrdiawy.