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fflE .'IOTERSON NEWS & FARMER. vokjL mlr . ? ■; .. . A ■ / . Jefferson News & fanner, k /Pp HARRISON 4 ROBERTS! A LIVE FIESIr CLASS "W eelsly IST ©wspaper FOR THE ■ »i‘i 711 * ’ Farm, Garden, and Fireside- Published Every Frirfay Morniiig ' A T ' LOUISVILLE, G-A THRU $2 §9 PIR, WIIM IN MUNCH RATES OP ADVERTISING. 1 josr. 6 months, 3. months. 4 -warts. 1 week. SQUARES . *I.OO *2,26 *7.50 *12.00 *20.00 IS & RTSS II 4 8.60 * 9.00 S$M 30.00 5 4.00 12.00 28.00 40.00 60.00 •tool 6.00 16.00 84.00 60,00 76.00 Icol 10.00 26.00 60.00 80.00 120.00 100 l 20.00 60.00 80.00 120.00 160.00 LEGAL ADVERTISING. Ordinary' for Utters MBttWSKSSfcS* *lB Applicationtor dism'n from adm'n.. 500 Application for dism'n of guard’n.... 350 Application for leave to sell Land.... 500 Notice to Debtors and Creditors.... 300 Sales of Land, per square of ten lines 500 Sale of personal per sa.,ten days*.. 150 Sheriff’s— Each levy Os fc» likes,:... 250 Mortgage sales of ten lines or less.. 500 Tax Collector’s sales, (2 months.,.. 500 Clerk's— Foreclosure of mortgage and other monthly’s, per sqnare 1 00 Estray notices,thirty day 5,......... 3 00 Sales of Land, by Administrators, Execu tors or Guardians, are required, by law to be held on the first Tuesday in the month, between the (touts of ten in the forenoon and three in the afternoon, at the Court house in the county in which the property s situated. , , Notice of these sales mast be published 40 days previous to the day of sales Notice for the sale of personal property must De published 10 days previous to sale day. Notice to debtors and creditors, 40 days Notice that application,-will be made of the Court of Ordinary fop leave to sell land. 4 weeks. Citations for letters of Administration, Guardianship, 4bc., must be published 30 lays—for dismission from Administration, nonthly six months, for dismission from guar lianship, 40 days. Rules for foreclosure of Mortgages most be published monthly for four months— for sstablishing lost papers, for (As full spate of :iree months—(or cempelling titles from Ex ecutors or Administrators, where bond has been given by the deceased,the full space of three months. Application for Homestead to be published twice in the space of ten consecutive days. LOUISVILLE CARDS. J 0. CAW J. H. POiaiLL. CAIN & POLHILL, ATTORNEYS AT LAW LOtriSVILIiB, GA. May 6,1871. 1 ly. T. F. HARLOW ateu M a, l£. ©r -4°- Loaiimlfi, »a. vating and rapaidiSf N7ATCHE.B. CLOC KS, JEWELRY, SEtYlNtl IliifcHINES &c., &c. Also Agent for Use fiST ’Stewing Machine that is mads* Kay 5,1371. 1 lyrt DR. I. R. POWELL LOUISVILLE, GA. Thankful fob Tip: paeon age enjoyed heretofore, takes, this method of con tinuing the odor of bis professional services to patronaand friends. Kay 6,1871. I lyr. PULASKI HOUSe Savannah, Ga. WILTBEKGEB & CARROLL, Prop’. CHARLESTON HOTEL CHARLESTON, g. O, Louisville, Jefferson County, Ga., Friday, June 30, 1871. SUBSCRIPTIONS Am respectfully solicited for the erection of a MONUMENT . Confederate Dead of Georgia, And those Soldiers from other Confederate States who were killed or died in this State. | THE MONUMENT TO COST sso^oo. The Corner Stone it is proposed SKaU be laid on the 4foi of July, or ao soon thereafter as the receipts will permit. Fere very Five Dollars subscribed, there will he given a certificate of Life Membership to foe Monumental Association. Tins certificate will entitle the owner thereof to an equal inter est in the following property, to t>e,f}:stribu‘.ed 'as soon as requisite number es shares are sold, torwit; First. Niue Hundred and One Acres of Land In Lincoln county, Georgia, on which are the wqllkuown Magruder Gold and Copper Mines, val- ,j -i ti ned at *150,000 And to Seventeen Hundred and Forty-Four Shares in One Hundred Thousand Dollars of United States Currency; to-wit: 1 share of *IO,OOO *IO,OOO ‘1 •• 5,000 5.000 2 “ 2,500 5,000 10 “ 2,000 20.000 10 “ 1,000 10,000 20 “ 500 10,000 100 “ 100 10,000 •200 “ 50 10,000 400 “ ' 25 10,000 1000 “ 10 10,000 *IOO,OOO The value of the separate interest to which the holder of each Certificate will be entitled, will be determined by the Commissioners, who will announce to the public the manner, the time and place of distribution. The following gentlemen have consented to act as Commissioners, and will either by a Committee from their own body, or by Specia Trustees, appointed by themselves, receive and take proper charge of the money for the Mon ament, as well as the Real Estate and the U. 9. Currency offered as inducements for sub scription, and will detertnihe upon the plan for the Monument, the inserption thereon, the site therefor, select au orator for the occasion, and regnlate the ceremonies to he observed when the corner-stonojis laid to wit: GeneralsL. McLaws, A. R. Wright, M. A. Stovall, W. M. Gardner, Goode Bryan, Colo onels C. Snead, Wm. P. Crawford, Majors Jos. B. Camming, George T. Jackson, Joseph Ganahl, L P. Girardev, Hon. R. H. May, Adam Johnatoa, Jonathan M. Miller, W. H. Good rich, J, D. Butt, Henry Moore, Dr. W. E. Dear *%» Agents in the respective counties will retain the money received for the sale of Tickets until the subscription Books are clos ed. In order that tho several amounts may be retnrned to the Shareholders, in case the number of subscriptions will not warrant any further procedure the Agents will report to this office weekiy, the resnlt of their sales. When a sufficient nnmber of the shares are gold, the. Agents will receive notice. They will then forward to this office the amounts received. L. & A. H. MoLAWS, Gen. Ag’ls. No. 8 Qtd P. O. Range, Mclntosh sts. Augusta, Ga W. C. D. ROBERTS, Agent at Sparta, Ga. L. W. HUNT & CO-., Agents Millcdgeville Georgia. rp an May, 2, 1871. 6m. T MARK WALTERS Broad St., Augusta, Ga. MARBLE MONUMENTS, TOMB STONES *C., &0. Marble Mantels and Furniture-Marble of all kinds Furnished to Order. AU work for the Country carefully boxed for shipment, p M’ch 12 ’7O ly. n Feb 1, 71 ly Change of Schedule. GEN’AL SUPERINTENDENT’S OFFICE, ) CENTRAL RAILROAD, > Savannah, May 27, 1871. ) ON AND AFTER SUNDAY, 27th INST. Passenger Trains on the Georgia Central Railroad will ran as follows; UP DAY TRAIN. Leave Savannah 7:15 A. M. Arrive at Augusta S:tJBP. M. Arrive at Mac0n.............. ....4u>l P. M Connecting at Augnsta with trains going North, and at Macon with trains to Columbus and Atlanta, DOWN DAY TRAIN. Leave Mac0n........T?..7:00 A. M. Arrive at Millcdgeville 8:45 P. M. Arrive at Eatonton 10-45 P. M. Arrive at Augnsta 5.38 P. M. Arrive at Savannah 5:25 P. M. Makin; r same connection at Augusts as above. NIGHT TRAINS GOING SOUTH. Leave Savannah 7:00 P. M. Leave Angnsta 8:30 P. M. Arrive at MiUedgeville 8:45 P. M. Arrive at Eatonton 10:45 P. M. Arrive at Macon 5:15 A. ML Connecting with trains to Colombo*, leav ing Macon at 5:25.A. M Trains leaving Angnsta at 8:30 P. M. arrive in Savannah at 5:30 A. M. WIGHT TRAINS GOING NORTH. Leave Savannah 7:00 P.M. Leave Macon 6:30 P.M. Advent Angnsta 3:30 A.M. -fiffrive at Savannah 5:30 A.M. Iflffciiig close connection with trains leaving fißSogers going over the MiUedgeville and Eatonton Branch will take day train Bom Ma con, night train from Augusta, and7P.M. train from Savannah,’ which connectvdaily at Gordon (Sundays excepted) with MiUedgeville and Eatonton trains. WILLIAM ROGERS, M>js,lS6l. <*"* »***?# PLANTERS’ HOTEL. Augusta, Ga. The only Hotel in the City where Gas h Used through out. ? A JOHN A. GOLDSTEIN. iBU Mm, ALABAMA STREET ATIsANTA G-A 33oard[. 03 per day. Baggage carried to and frost Depot free of charge JOB PRINTING IN ALL STYLES & COLORS, nm pa SOUTHERN RECORDER AND Southern Times & Planter, BOOK AND JOB PRINTING OFFICES, MiUedgeville. AND Sparta. Gra yyE INVITE THE ATTENTION OF the PnbUc generally, to our extensive and well-fitted JpaL. HPtinting. Offices. Our facilities for Executing BOOK AND JOB PRINTING. are as good as those of any Office in the coun try, haring a large lot of types in our two Extensive Establishments. CARDS. WEDDING, mmtm, AND EVERY OTHER KIND. W&SfJV OS €Q&QSE3, AJ ÜBABOHAIBILIE IPMCBS WE keep on hand all the lime a full supply of Legal Blanks. Sheriff’s, Ordinary’s, Clerk’s, Mag istrate’s, and Law Blanks, of every kind Printed on the Best Paper, and ajt Low Prices, Book Printing AS we have a FINE lot of the BEST TYPE and a No. 1. Power Press, we are fully prepared to ex ecute as nice Book-work as any one. Call and give us a trial and be con vinced. BILL HEADS, ETC., In the line of Bill Heads, Letter Heads and Circulars, we are prepared as heretofore, to execute neauwork, on favorable terms, and we guarantee that our work will be equal to that performed in any of the larger cities : so that our Law yers and Merchants need not send off to have such work done. Send in your Orders. POSTERS, PROGRAMMES. HOOSE-BILLS, Ac., These Offices will be found to be equal to anything in the State. Par ties have but to call and Examine to be convinced. GALL ON OR ADDRESS R. A. Harrison & Cos. anUBOMBTIUB OR WPAIISA. OA JPosrsr* Alas ! how sad is the lesson of these phiin ive verses by Hugh Howard : TIMELY WARNING. Flame-red in the tender blue glooming, The summer moon rose from tho sea; Soft waves ou the pebbles were foaming, Soft wind from the west fluttered free. The hour was divinely romantic With evening’s most exquisite spell, And far away loomed tho gigantic Multitudinous-windowed hotel. Since sunset we two had been strolling, Each pleased with the nearness of each; Attuned to the waves’ pearly rolling Was all our smooth murmurous speech. Faint echoes of waltzes entracing Came borne from the hall-room's hot glare But we found it delight moro than dancing To flirt in tho fresh dewy air. Her toilet, neat tastciul, capricious, llad charms that escaped not my note, And chiefly ono charm—a delicious Great peach-colored rose at her throat. He style, like her dress, lacked the stigma Os anything prudish or slow, And her hair was a golden enigma Os ringlet and braid and rouleau-. Now I, who am full nine-and-twenty, Have reached that void epoch iu lifo Which claims, spite of health, peaco and plenty, Tho crowning content of a wifo. And somehow just then, waxing stronger, A voice in my bosom arose; “Don’t stupidly beat any longer Round Rubin Hood’s burn, but propose.” The fondest of language was waiting At uttermost tip of my tongue; A final farewel to debating My mood had impulsively flung, I glanced at her costume Parisian. Her bright eyes, her glimmering head. When, vague as the voice of a vision, It seemed that a second voice said: “One moment consider, ere wildly Yon rush to your doom, reckless man, Who purpose in married joy wildly To finish your day’s fated span. The girl at your elbow is clever, Fair charming as any one knows; But the girl at your elbows was never Designed for domestic repose. “She looks with serene expectation On all that your lore will confer, Which means, at tho least calculation, Unspeakable comforts to her. Believe it, her hopes are not humble, She gives pleasant fancy free play; Already in dreams she hears rumble The wheels of her costly coupe. “Already in dreams, too, she blazes With jewels at dinner and bail, Her wardrobe’s kaleidoscope-phases The marvel and envy of all. Ah, soon she shall teach you your psirse meant Far more than its lord over will, This beautiful human disbursement. This Jtesb-and-blood milliner's hill. “Be prudent while yet you aro abfp: Remember your bachelor room, Its pipe-loaded, rubbish piled table, Its floor nearly virgin to broom; Remember your line relaxation, Your infinite freedom and ease; Remember your club’s fascination, Your lemons-and-ice when you please. “Think; then, of the wearisome burden Which bores the respected grandee Who bears, without profit or guerdon, A social Old Man of the Sea; His life of restrainment and stricture, Hia death to convivial bliss. O rash man, look here ,on this picture (As Hamlet remarks) and on this!’’ The singnlar voice being ended, My impulses was ended as well, And presently backward we wended Our way to the monstrous hotel. Bnt once from my charmer delivered, Alone in the moonlight at last, I smoked a cabana and shivered With thoughts of the peril just past ! fJTkellanmts. WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN ? Would anybody be young again if he had to take with it the penally of going back and doing over again all the foolish things he was guilty of in his youth ? /wouldn’t. “Give me back my youth again!” did you say? Friend, it’s a mistake. Ten to one you wouldn’t have it again if you could. If old Time were to come bodily to you to-day, saying, “Take back, O wise middle aged Noodle, these twenty past years of your life, with all the pains and disappointments which have made you clear-sighted and sound headed, with all the silly actions you perpetrated in those days, and all the occasions on which you made a long-eared donkey of yourself; Worry through a second time all the tight boots and tribulations, all the toothaches and heartaches of your youth ; do, be and suffer it all again ; be, in short, once more just the soft young Noodle you were twenty years ago,”—ten of manhood’s hearty hopes to one dolorous wail for your lost youth, that you answer, “Pass on, Father Time ! And you may as well tip those twenty golden sand-grains back into the loucr half of yqur hour-glass. I do not want them!” It gives an odd feeling, especially if you tire a woman, to find your self gelling to be a iittlc bit middle aged. First, you will notice that you begin to bo left out of very young folks’ picnics, and to gel few er notes in pink envelopes than you used. Then you begin to be faintly haunted by vague, sneaking doubts as to whether while muslin and blue ribbons are becoming to you. Fi nally, and worst of all, once in a while you will sec an infant of the male sex, whom you remember as a rosy little fellow in checked aprons when you were twelve years old, suddenly lifted over your head in the shape of a long, gawky biped, with the tender downofalirst mous tache sprouting from his ujtper lip. That gives to you an intensely exas perating sensation. Nor is it pleas ant to have saucy young snips of girls talk of you behind your back as Old Sarah Thompson. But then, would you have again the bread-and-butter days of life, and be just the same moony, half done erealuro you were then,even if, to buy back your youth, you had hut to endure again the sentimental ag ony of your lirst quarrel with Har ry ? Again allow me to say, 1 wouldn't. Then, too, you may as well make up your mind to the hard fact of middle age when you chance to open some old gilt-edged book of poetry, and discover, carefully pressed away between the leaves, a little lock of hair, and you can’t remem ber for your lifo whose it is. 1 have, half a dozen such myself. They we/e precious as gold once, no doubt, hut I make confidential confession to you that if I were questioned on the rack, 1 could not tell now whose heads they came from. What makes me know that they were pre cious as gold in their lime is the fact (you will observe this is another con fidential confession) that they are nearly all locks of longish-short hair, before college-students began to affect the present prize-fighting style of shaving their pates. O poor little rings of faded hair l—schwarscs llaar, rothes llaar, gohlcncs llaar —I grieve to say it, but 1 have forgotten vo'u all! Again, when you go to a party and far in the small hours of the night, partake of that grindstone mess called a party supper, maybe you notice that you feel gumpy and out of soils next day. Well, that’s a sign, too. Especially if you have found yourself pausing to listen now and then lo the chattering talk of persons younger.than yourself, and sarcastically wondered whether you ever made su/di a wholesale idiot of yourself, or whether very young misses always deluge society with such quantities of simpering non sense and affectation. (I believe they do.) jl is .‘k sure sign if you find yourself constantly feeling a call to givo your younger sisters advice which they don’t want, or to treat then) now and then to a bit of a preachment, lor which you get no reward except thankless insinuations about saving one’s breath lo cool one’s broth. Or maybe you say oc casionally to your sister Ella, who is sixteen and pretty, “When you have lived as long as 1 have, you will find that the majority of very young peo ple have precious little common sense.” Ami you don't seem exactly to enjoy the literature which used to be so famously eloquent and beautiful. That fascinating romance which you sat up all night to read fifteen years ago has come to have a frightfully suspicious sound of buncombe in it, of late. Moreover, that mellifluous flow of English which used to be the seventh heaven of eloquence to your green-horn ears, that pow-wow of moons, stars and angels, of child hood’s recollections, wherein girls of fifteen talk as though they were at least a thousand years old, —when- ever all this delicious, high-stepping multiloqucnce begins to sound a lit tle tiresome and wishy-washy, ac cept the token that you are grow ing middle aged. Your youthful glory, such as it is, has departed, to come again no more forever. What then ? What matters it that the golden days have left us, if better days come after them ? Let them go. Don’t attempt the impos sibility of holding them back. Once for all, there is no misery so distress ful as the desperate agony of trying to keep young when one can’t. I know an old bachelor who lias at tempted it. His affectation of youth, like all other affectations, is a mel ancholy failure. He is a rapid young man of fifty. He plies inuo cent young ladies with the pretty compliments and soft nothings in vogue when he was a spoony youth of twenty. The fashion of talking to young ladies has changed within thirty years, you know, and this aged boy’s soft nothings seem more out of date than a two-year-old bon net. They make you think, some how, of that time-honored frog-story wherein is set forth the discovery of galvanic electricity. When you see his old-fashioned young antics—his galvanic gallantry, so lo speak— and hear the speeches he makes to girls in their terns, when he ought to he talking io them like a father, you involuntarily call him an old idiot, and long to remind him of that quaint rebuke of grand old John : “Thou talkest like one upon whose head the shell islo this very day.” That is how he seems. He is old enough to have been almost full fiedged before you were born, and here lie is trying to make believe that he is still in the days of his gos ling-green, with the shell slicking on his head to this day! It is a melan choly absurdity. One can’t be young unless one is young. Only once is it given to us lo be untried and soft, and gushing and superla tive, and when the time comes for it all to go, no sort of effort can hold hack the fleeting days. After all, there isn’t any particu- lar reason why one should wast to hold fast, with such a desperate clutch, to one’s departing youtb. Are the days of our youth really our happiest days ? Not at all. To be sure, pen-drivers of high and low degree contend that they are, but will facts bear them out in so doing? Again—not at all. The time of youth is par excellence, the time of storms and disappointments. It is the time of illusive dreams and phantom hopes, just as infancy is the time of bugaboos. It is the time of fume and worry. It is the time when we want we don’t know what. It is a most unsatisfactory time. A wise dignified middle-aged la dy, the perfection of housekeepers, the perfection of mothers, the per fection of friends, confesses lhat at the age of sixteen it appeared to her dazzled vision that the cliamax of earthly glory was to be reached by learning to ride circus-fashion and becoming a famous bareback eques trian. She says that her father’s laugh when she timidly hinted her aspirations to him fairly broke her heart. There was no more joy for her in thi3 life, she thought, when her own kindred went against her. For rnyself, to the best of my knowl edge and recollection, the hardest trial of my youth was when my good mother and the laws of decor ous society of the middle rank set their respective and respectable feet immovably clown that I should not dress in boy’s clothes and wander about the streets at night, smoking cigars. Strictly between ourselves, I am conscious of the same insane desire at limes to this day. And one of the most moral, steady-go ingeilizens of our town, a member of the Board of Education, tells me that in his youth he was “perfectly crazy,” as the young ladies say, to go and be a professional gambler. I do believe that when we are young there is in every one of us an intense, secret longing towards whatever isn’t pretty to do. What a world of rogues and ruffians this would be, then, if we were allowed lo fulfill the wicked youthful aspira tions of the very best of ns! Nevertheless, terrible as they are, youthful disappointments are "by no means the worst thing in the world. Not one in five thousand but surr vives them and does well. They only show us what we really want, or, belter yet, what we really don’t want. It is a good thing in this world to know what you do not want. Thoughtful young people in the lat ter half of their teens, probably without exception, are thrown into a muddle of conflicting hopes. It is a most perplexing muddle too.— They are all morally certain that they shall do great things some day, and show the stupid old world what’s what, or, if not exactly what’s what, at least who's who. Perhaps in a general way they care more about the who’s who, than the what’s what. Each one knows he can be an extraordinary something or somebody. But he does not know what to be—can not tell for his life in what particular direction to turn his mighty gifts. I knew a young man who tried successively to be a lawyer, a doctor, a preacher, a merchant and a Methodist; which brings him down to middle age and the present time, when I regret to say that the golden aspirations of his youth have ended in bis becoming a manufacturer of tombstones. Per haps tho occupation followed logical ly enough as a result of long and mournful contemplation over the graves of so many buried hopes. In; truth, the ambitious desires of our early days are mostly enveloped in a. very dim, uncertain glamour ; and the crude, unreal years during which the majority'of mankind are afflicted with youthful aspirations are not highly satisfying when looked at in retrospect. An hour of the strong will and bright, steady hopes of middle age were worth * lifetime of them. Youthful aspirations are mostly gammon, We do not believe it No. 9 when we are young, but we discov er it as we approach middle age. You remember how, when we used to have to grub out Virgil at school (how we hated it, didn’t wcr),wc read that her majesty Queen Juno took the phantom of a hollow cloud and made a hollow iEneas, and placed a hollow helmet upon his hollow head, and gave him hollow armor, “miracle wonderful to be hold, 3 ’ and lastly finished him oil by putting into his mouth empty words and sound without sense (sine menlc sonum) —though I rather fancy that sound without sense would not be so much of a miracle now-a-days : then she sent this image to delude Tuinus and draw him away from the real fight. This phantom -Eneas might represent the whole bundle of youthful aspirations after fame, or gold, or power, or what you will— any of those phantoms which trick us away from the true fight of life, and that solid, earnest work which is the real A£neas we are after. We can’t begin to see the battle of life as it is until the smoke has cleared away and our phantom jEneas has gone back into the clouds whence he came. It is worth being middle-aged if only to see what we are about. It is not the confidence of untried ignorance which we feel then, but the consciousness of known strength and power tried and tempered. I have been told twenty limes by elderly people that if there was a single aspiration dearer to me than another, a solitary bopo upon which I had set my whole it, that as piration and that hope would surely be dashed to the ground and shiver ed to infinitesimal atoms. Well, I don’t believe it—l never did believe it. They said that my poor little aspirations would be thus ignomin iously dealt with in order to teach me the vanity of human hopes and the dependence of the human soul. I don’t believe that either. Cant! cant! cant! every word of it. The Good Father would not take such an ugly way of teaching his children a moral lesson. He is hardly so much like an old fashioned human schoolmaster as that. But when we approach middle age, and turn to look backward upon the ruins of youthful hopes we have left behind us, lo! they are but the ruins of cra zy air-castles ! There is not a wor thy hope or a pure aspiration im planted within us but there is im planted also the means of its fulfill ment. Asa matter of fact, the youthful hopes so ignobly crushed are only those illusive structures which are not built upon the tough foundation of common sense. And if, from dll the undefined ambitions and misty aspirations of spring-titne, there remains one single longing which has not perished, one single hope which we cannot quite put aside from our thong hts*Jet us accept the working out of that one aspiration us our life’s task. Cherish it as a ?;ift from God, and be thankful, O riend! that tjie .day of spasmodic ambitions and general unripeness is over with you. It u something to be thankful for. Older folks can’t make light of you any more because you are young and therefore foolish. You begin at last to be wise with the wisdom of experience, which is better than the wisdom ot books. Not the rarw., fitful spring, but the warm, rich summer is the golden time. There is a deep, intense joy that comes from the indwelling knowledge of fried power which is like no other joy in this life. You had no such exultant joy as that when you were young. You couldn’t row your fit tie boat then with that long, telling oaf-sweep which now sends it shooting over the blue waves. Could yon ? Whatever purpose you 9et about, you have a strong' will and a skillful hand for it, which you had not fifteen years ago, or even ten. Is it not better ? It u belter, for better. So let the days qfyouth go: let us turn our <gres before us, Thera ace fairer islands ta the sea of Time than even the enchanted shores we leave be hind os. Tho summer flowers are brighter and richer than the pale roses of early spring. And the years just to cddie are the years during which we stall know all the fullness, all the intensity of life?, with its depths of love, its hoists of jov, its marvelous, i(nknoWn possibilities. Let us make room, then, gracefully and gladly* for. the happy, workful time of middle age— ■> <* yrttkfm *K tk* swift, new muons, The y<*r»Uut tmm and busk!" Uf'bJiPM 1 AkCHABD. ——***- —• A German scientific journal re commends laundresses to use hypo sulphite of soda m place of common washing Soda, it does not attack the fehrib ltf anyewny, and at the same time exerts some bleaching ac-