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THE JEFFERSON HH NEWS & FARMER.
Vol. 1.
THE
Jefferson News & Parmer,
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HARRISON & ROBERTS:
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Farm, Garden, and Fireside-
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RATES OP ADVERTISING.
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I 4 weeks.
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SQUARES
i' | si.ou s!T2t> $7.50 ®i2.i_hi $20.00
i ) 1.76 6.00 13.00 18.00 30.00
•t 2.00 7.00 10.00 28-00 40.00
a | 3.60 9.00 25.00 85.00 50.00
5 ■! 4.00 12.00 28.00 40.00 60.00
Icol) 6.00 15.00 34.00 OO.Ou 75.00
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leoi; 20.00 50.00 80 00 il2oj‘)o 1 100.00
CECAL. AUVERTIStNti.
Ordinary's. —Citations lor letters
ot ad uinistration,guardianship, &e. $ 3 00
Homestead notice ---• ®
Applicationtor dism’n from adm’n.. 500
Appiicatioufor dism'u of guard’n.... 350
Application for leave to sell 1,and..... 5 00
Notice to Debtors and Creditors.... 300
Sales of Land, per square of ten lines 500
Sale of personal per sq., teu days.... 150
Sheriff's— Each levy of ten lines , 2 50
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 square 1 00
Kstray notices, thirty days 3 00
Sales of Land, by Administrators, Execu
tors or Guardians, are required, by law to
be held >n the dvst Tuesday in the month,
between the hours of ten in the forenoon
and three in the aftiruoon, at the Court
house in the county in which the property
s sitnated.
Notice ofthese sales must be published 40
days previous to the day of sale.
Notice for the sale of personal property
must he published 10 days previous to sale
day.
Notice to debtors and creditors, 40 day
Notice that application will be made of
the Oourt of Ordinary for leave to sell land,
4 weeks.
Citations for letters of Administration,
Guarlinnship, &c., must be published SO
lays—for discission from Administration,
nonthly six months , for dismission from guar
iianship, 40 days.
Rules for foreclosure of Mortgages must
be oublished monthly for four months —for
istablish ng losr papers, for the full space oj
Ikree months — or compelling titles from Ex
tcutors or Administrators, where bond has
leen 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 a. CAIN J- H. POLHILL.
CAIN S POLHILL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW
LOUISVILLE, GA.
May 5, 1871. 1 ly-
X F. HARLO W
WatcH iMloblsLer
—AND—
u EP AIR. E R ,
liouisville, fta.
Special ATTENTION GIVEN to reno
vating and repairing WATCHES,
JEWELRY, SEWING MACHINES &cu&c.
Also Agent lor the best Sewing Machine
t at is made-
May 5, 1871. 1 >yr:
DR. I. R. POWELL’
LOUISVILLE, GA.
THANKFUL FOR THE PATRONAGE
enjoyed heretofore, takes this method of con
tinuing the offer of his professional services to
patrons and friends.
May 5. 1871. 1 lyri
~W7 11. FAY,
LOUISVILLE, GA.
SADDLE
—AND-
Harness Ivlsokler.
ALSO,
BOOTS c 93 SHOES
ade to order AH work warranted and sat
isfactinn guavanted both as to work and price
Give me a call.
May 5. 1871 Ifim -
M JEI DIO AL.
DR J. R. SMITH late of SandersvilleGa.,
offers his Professional services to the
citizens of Louisville, and Jefferson county.
An experience of nearly forty years in the
profession, should entitle him to Public Con
fidence. Special attention'paid te Obstetrics
and the diseases of women and children. Of
fice at Mrs Doctor Millers.
Louisville J une 20,1871, 8 ts.
Louisville, Jefferson County, Ga., Friday, September 8, 1871.
IllisttUaneans.
Stick to Your Bush-
Mr. Morgan was rich, and also a
good man. The people of the town
respected him, sent him to Congress,
and seldom Undertook anything
without asking his advice. If a
school-house was to build, the plan
had to be talked over with him.
Widow P asked him what she
should plant in her held ; farmer
S always got his advice in buy
ing cattle, and Mrs. R—con
sulting him about bringing up tier
boys.
When asked how he was so suc
cessful, Mr. Morgan said, I will
tell you how it was. One day when
I was a lad, a party of boys and
girls were going to a pasture to pick
blackberries. I wanted to go with
them, but was afraid my lather
would not let me.--—When I told
him what was going on, he at once
gave me permission lo go with them.
) could hardly contain myselt for
joy, and rushed into the kitchen, got
a big basket, and asked mother for
a lunctieon. I had the basket on iny
arm and was just going out ol the
gale, when my (aither called ine
back. He took hold of my hand;
and said, in a very gentle voice:
‘Joseph, what are you going for, to
pick berries or to play?’ ‘To pick
berries,’ I replied.—‘Then, Joseph,
I waul to ted you one thing.’ It is
this: When you find a pretty e ood
bush, do not leave it for a belter one.
The other boys and girls will run
about, picking a Intle here and
there, wasting a great deal of time
and not getting many berries. If
you do as they do, you will come
home with your basket empty, if
you want berries, stick to your
bush.’
“I went with the party, and we
had a capital time. But it was just
as my father said. No sooner had
one found a good bush than he call
ed all the rest, and they left their
several places to run off to the new
found treasure. Not content more
than a minute or two in one place,
they rambled over the whole pas
ture, got very tired, and at night had
bui few berries. My father’s words
kept ringing in my ears, and I
‘stuck to my hush.” When night
came I had a large basket of nice
berries, more than all the others put
together, and was not half so tired as
they were. I went home happy.
But when I entered the house, I
found that my father had taken veiy
ill. He looked at my basket full of
ripe black-berries and said: “Well
done, Joseph, Was it not just as
I told you? Always stick to your
bush.’
He died a few days after, and I
had to make my way in ttie world
as best I could. But tny father’s
words sunk deep into my mind, and
I have neve rforgotien the experience
of the black-berry party; I stuck to
my bush.—When I had a fair place,
and was doing tolerably well, I did
not leave it and spend weeks and (
months in trying to find one that
was belter. When the other young
men said: ‘Come with us, and we
will make fortunes in a lew weeks,’
I shook my head and stuck lo my
bush. Presently my employers of
fered to take me into business with
them. 1 stayed with the old house
until the principals died, and then
I had everything I wanted. The
habit of slicking to ray business led
people to trust me, and gave a char
ac er. I owe all 1 have and am >o
this motto: ‘Stick to your bush.’ ”
Hard Timtsfor farmers. —A farmer
in debt always will have hard limes,
such as those who own land and
have a comfortable h«me, free from
all encumbrance cannot fully compre
hend. Mr. Beecher knows the cost
ot farming, perhaps, better than its
profits, says candidly:
‘No blister draws sharper than
inteiest does. Ol all industries,
none is comparable to that of inter
est, which works all day and night
in lair weather and foul. It has no
sound in its footsteps but travels
last. It gnaws at a man’s substance
with invisible teeih. It binds indus
try with its film as a fly is bound
in a spider’s web. Debt rolls a man
over and over, binding him hand
and toot and letting him hang upon
the fatal mesh until the long-legged
interest devours him There is but
one thbigon a farm like it, and that
is the Canada thisile, which swarms
new plants every time you break
its roots, whose blossoms are prolific
and every flower the father of a mil
lion seeds, every plant like a platoon
of bayonets, and a field of them like
an armed host. The whole plant is
a torment and vegetable curse—
and yet a farmer had better make
his bed of Canada thistle than at
tempt to rest at ease upon inter
est.” [
The woman that maketh a good
pudding in silence is better than one
that maketh a tart reply.
Shad in the Hudson.
The propagation of shad, says the
Rochester Union , in the Hudson
river has been proseculed under
ihe Commissioners of Fisheries this
year with energy and success. The
number of young shad brought forth
and turned into the river may be
counted by millions. The season
has now closed. The temperature
of the water has risen aboveeighty
and put an end to the hairhinu
operations. The place selected for
operations was Mull’s Fishery, some
ten miles below Albany. To that
place the agents employed with the
requisite apparatus repaiied and en
camped about the middle of May
and remained till the 6lh of July.
Owing to the increase of shad bv
the work of Ibrmer years, there was
less difficulty in obiainingthe parent
fish for propagation. The catching
of the shad and the manipulation is
all done in ihe nigtil—generally be
tween the hours of nine and two. A
large proportion of the shad taken
were unripe or unfit for produc
tion.
Mr. A. Green, who has given his
personal alien’ion to the operations
at Mull’s, reports that on the night
of May 15, he taught forty shad, ol
which only three were ripe, and liom
these he took 60,000 spawn. The
temperatureof the water ranged from
60° to 68°. On the 20lli he look seven
ripe shad which produced 140,000
spawn. On several occasions over
300,001) spawn were taken in a
single night. On the sth Ot July, the
water was above 80°, and no shad
were taken. Above 240,000 young
shad were turned loose, and this
closed operations on the Hudson for
the season. The total of spawn taken
was 8,335,000, from which 7,823,
000 shad were produced and turned
into the river. Ttiree years from
this spring these shad will be' large
enough for market, at that time the
catch in the Hudson will be so large
that shad will be sold at very low
figures. Enough has bern done in
the way of shad culture on the Hud
son in the past two seasons to make
a marked difference in the yield in
the two succeeding seasons. The
practical results of fish culture may
now be realized.
The Girls. —Bless the dear girls!
I love them all; (I’could not help ii
if I would;) I love the short. I love
the tall; (1 wouldn’t help it if I
could.) 1 love the girls with sunny
hair, with bright or laughing clear
blue eyes, with skin transparent,
wliite and fair, and cheeks that with
the red rose vies.
And then I love ihe dark brunette,
wiih glossy curls like raven’s wing;
wilhieeth like j.-t—l love lo hear
iheir laughter ring. Oh! yes, ihe
dark bruneites will biing our hearts
into our throats; tl ey laugh at all our
woes; but yet I say—bless all the
petticoats.
Oh! Woman, whai would this
world be wi.iioul thy kind and gen
lie swav? tor all we have we owe to
thee; how can we e’er ihy love re
pay? fi»r don’t you sew our buttons
on and dam our socks aad mend our
clothes, and spend our stamps till
they’re all gone, but can’t leli how
the money goes.
Oh! yes, l lovp all womankind;
they’re gentle, 'loving, good, and
true; some may not just suit my
mind, but what is iliat to me or you?
I love the da ling, loving girls; love
them as hard as e’er I can; that is a
general way you know—lor bUss
you—I’m a married man.
Female Health. —Men prize more
than the fair sex are always awaie,
the health-beaming countenance, the
elastic step, and all these demon
strations ol domestic order in which
unbroken activity delights. They
Jove to see a woman equal to her
own duties, and performing them
with pleasure. They do not like to
have the principal theme of domes
tic conversation a detail of physical
dls, or to be expected lo question
like a physician into the variety of
symptoms which have supeivetted
since their departure. Or it this may
occasionally be done with good
grace, where ill-health is supposed
o be temporary, yet the saddening
effec sos an enfeebled constitution
cannot always be resisted by him
who expected to find in a wile a
“yoke fellow,” able to endure the
rough roads and sharp ascents ol
life. A nature possessing great ca
p. cities of sympathy and tenderness
may doubtless be softened by the
exercise of those capacities. Still,
the good gained is only from the
patient, perhaps the Christian en
durance, of a disappointment. But
where those capacities do not exist,
and where religious principles are
absent, the perpetual influence of a
sickly and mournful wife is a blight
on those prospects which allure to
matrimony. Folly, moroseness, and
lapses into vice may be traced to
these causes which rob home in
gloom.
Poison.
If a person swallows a poison, in
stead of breaking out inlo multitu
dinous and incoherent exclamations,
dispatch someone for a doctor;
meanwhile, run to the kitchen, get
half a glass of water in anything
that is handy, put into it a lea
spoonful of salt, and as much ground
mustard, stir it an instant, catch a
firm hold of the person’s nose, the
mouth will soon fiv open, then down
>* ith the mixture, and in a second or
two up will come the poison. This
will answer in a huger number of
cases better than any os her. If, by this
time, the physician has not arrived,
make the patient swallow the while
of an egg, followed by a cup of
strong coffep, (because these nullify
a larger number of poisons than any
other accessible article,) ns antidotes
for any remaining in the stomach.
Translated for the Times.
Gsms from De Lamennais, French.
When you have prayed, do yon
not feel your heart lighter and your
soul more content.
L’rayer renders affliction less pain
ful and joy purer; it adds to the one
1 know not what strengthening and
sweetness, and to the other, celestial
pet fume.
You are a voyager in search ot a
country. G«> not with a bead flow
ed down; raise your eyes to survey
ihe route.
Your country is heaven, and when
von consider ihe rest that there a
waits you, isthete no desire stirred
within you, ot is desire mute.
Is there one who says what good
is praying? God is too far above us
to listen to such miserable crea
tures.
And who has made these misera
ble creatures? Who has given them
seiitimem, thought, language, if it
was not Cod' 1
And if tie has been so good toward
them, was it in order to leave them
straightway, and absent himself fur
from them?
In truth, whosoever says in hi
heart that God despises bis works,
commits blasphemy.
An exchange gives the following
as a sure way to drive bed bugs
from old bedsteads :
“Take green tomato vines, pul
them into a basin or tiay, pound
them to pieces its fine as possible ;
then stain the bedsteads where they
inhabit wiih the juice, fil 1 the crevi
ces with the pieces of vine, and lay
leaves under the ends of the sla.s.’ 5
If this is practised twice a year not
a bug will remain in ihe nedstead.
The Practical Farmer says that
liq tid manure in the hands of the in
dustrious and enterprising gardener,
is of inestimable value. Give alter
nate waierings of soap suds and di
lute urine (one part urine to five
parts water) and the effect will be ma
gical. Under tins treatment with the
ground dug two feet deep, the most
wonderful cauliflowers, eabnagi-8,
strawberries, egg plants, tomatoes,
lieets and radishes may be produced.
Try i>.
The following correspondence is
said to have Taken place between a
merchant and one of his customers :
“Sir, your account ha- her u stand
ing lor two years, and I must have
it settled immediately.” Answer—
‘•Sir, things usually do settle by
standing; 1 regret th.t mv account
is an exception. It it has been stand
ing too long, suppose you let it run
a little.”
Kerosene and powdered lime,
whiting or wood ashes, will scour tin
with the least labor. Kerosene and
•vhiting will also cleanse silver-ware,
door knobs, hinges, &.c. Wet the
flannel slightl v to the ml, dip into the
vvhiiieg, and run hard ; wash off
with hot soap-suds, and biighten off
with acbainois skin or newspaper.
“Woman is a delusion, madam,’
exelauned a crus’y old bachelor to
a witty young lady. "And man is
always huggmg smite delusion ot
other,” was the quick retort.
A widower was recently rejected
by a damsel who didn’t want af
fections that had been “warmed
over.”
Whether old age is to he respec
ted depend? very much whether it
applies lo men and women or poul
try.
Never owe any man more than
you are able to pay, and allow no
man to owe you more than you are
able to lose.
Do not choose your lriend by his
looks : handsome shoes often pinch
the feet.
Don’t believe the man who talks
the most, for mewing cats are very
seldom good mouse rs.
An Indictment.
The history of Xing Alcohol is a
hislory of shame and corruption, of
cruelty,crime, rage and ruin.
He has taken the glory of health
from off the cheek and placed there
the reddish hue of the wine cup.
He has taken the lustre from ihe
eye and made ii dim and bloodsho..
He has taken beauty and comeli
ness from the lace, and left it ill
shaped and bloated.
He has taken strength from the
limbs and made them weak and tot
tering.
He has taken firmness and elas
ticity from the steps, and made them
faltering and treacherous.
He has taken vigor from the arm
nnd 1 ft flabbiness and weakness.
He has taken vitality Pom ihe
blood and filled it with poison arid
seeds of disease anil death.
He has transformed this body,
fearfully and wonderfully and ma
jestically made, God’s ma-lerpiece
of animal mechanism, into a vile,
loathsome, sinking ma-s of humani
ty.
He entered the brain—the temple
of thought—dethroned reason, and
made it red with folly.
He has taken the beam of intelli
gence from the eye, and exchanged
fir it ihe stupid stare of idiocy and
dullness.
He has taken the impress of en
nobled man hood from off” the face
and left the marks of sensuality and
bruitishness.
He has bribed the tongue to utier
madness and cursing.
He has turned the lip3 to songs of
ribaldry and reveling.
He has taken cunning from the
hands, and turned them fom deeds
of usefulness to become instruments
of brutality and murder.
He has broken the lies of friend
ship anil planted ihe seed ofenmily.
He has made a kind, indulgent
father a brute, a tvrant, a mur erer.
He has transformed ihe loving
mother inlo a very fiend of bruitisb
i icarnation.
He has made the obedient and af
fectionate sons and daughters the
hieakers of hearts and the destroyers
of homes.
He has taken luxuries from »ffthe
table, and co npelled men to cry on
account of famine anil beg for bread.
He has stripped backs of their
broadcloth and silk, and clothed
them in rags.
He has stolen men’s palaces, and
given them wretched hovels in ex
change.
He has taken awav acres and giv
en not even a decent burial place in
death.
He has filled our streets and by
wavs with violence and lawlessness.
He has complicated our laws and
crowded our courts.
He has hlh-d lo overflowing our
penitentiaries and houses of correc
tion.
He has peopled with his multitude
our poor houses.
He ha3 straitened us for room in
our in-'atie asylums.
H e lias filled our world with tears
and groans, with the poor and help
less, with wretchedness and want.
He has banished Christ from the
heart and erected a hell.
These are the counts of our in
dictment. Let the world judge of
ihe truth.
A Desperate Case
When the g een-eyed monster
plants his envenomed fangs in lie
vitals of a West Tennessee you'll it
is always best for the whole neigh
borhood to look out for squ and s.—
Some days ago there v\:ts a den-elv
attended wedding not very lar from
Jackson, in that end of the Slate.
Among the very few who were pres
ent on ihe occasion wus a young
man who was known to be despe
rately in love wiih the bride, anil
whose heart and hand she had “re
jected wiih scorn.” In the midst ol
ihe marriage ceiemony ihe house
was suddenly shaken to its very
Inundation by something resembling
a mixture of earthquakes and dis
charges of artillery. The rejected
lover, in order to be revenged, had
piled up a number of shells under
the smokehouse and touched them
off with a train of powder.
The scene which followed the
explosion is said to have been beggar
ed beyond dest liplion. The smoki -
house, with all its sevt ral thousand
pounds of bacon, was hurled high
into the air and scatteied to the four
winds ot heaven. The bride fainted
in the arms of her adored one, the
test of the calico screamed, the men
swore, and for some little time the
widest consternation prevailed
Meanwhile the young man, with his
soul steeped in the sweets of -re
venge, took lo bis beets and never
has been seen since. Young ladies
of West Tennessee who are about
to marry should have their rejected
lovers bound over lo keep out from
under the smokehouse with their
sheila.
Baby Bores.
[There is so much solid good ad
vice in the following article, which
i* so much needed, that vve cannot
lorbeat to produce it, for the in
struction of some of our readers.—Ed.
Charles Lamb, dining at a table
where children hail been admitted,
was duly api lauded when lie pro
posed “the memory of good King
Herod.” One ol the greatest bores
of modern .-oeial gatherings is the
custom, constantly growing, ol bring
ing out the new generation in long
clothes and pinalores upon every
available occasion, to be exhibited
and admired. The little nondescript,
with its vacuous red face and its
dumpling legs, that persist in protru
ding, to the disgust of every one’s
modesty, is brought out by mamma,
who ruffles her feathers and sings
Iter “kit-kit-kit kata-cuk” over the
new laid egg, while papa struts up
an I down the room with all the
mock dignity of a rooster. And
then the red lace grows redder, the
dumplings protrude still more, while
a toothless m rath opens with the
terrific wail of a slauglitejed inno
cent. Then how the maidens of un
certain age and the dantse sos gush
ing ptochviiy swoop down upon it.
How they smother it with a waste of
rich material, pinch its “tootsies*’
and “paddies,” and overwhelm it
with adulation, while through the
pinching and praising, the gushing
•tml kissing, rises that quavering
ceasele-s howl, hurtible as Heine’s
song of the Unwept Tear, or the
Choi us iu Dcr Freyschulz
Nor are those ol ait older grade
any more endurable. Os eouise
they must b- given ihe seal of honor
at the table, where mamma can at
tend to them, and there in a position
where il is impossible to avoid look
ing at them, they amuse themselves
withs ne iiing halt the jatle de Joie
gras on their laces, with upping the
only plate of truffles into their laps,
with lurning a giavy-boat on lo
Adolphus’ new panialooiis, and a
cu.'of coffee on Miss Angelina’s best
gras grain. And then their conver
saiiou—how elegaul*and appropri
ate to the occasion ! They don’t
lielieve in the adage that children
should he seen, not heard. They
don’t talk upon nice theological top
ics, as we used to do—about how
Ittile Sunday-school hoys go to hea
ven, and whether “Dod toulil make
Bill Kmg’s nout any bigger without
moving his ears.” All these air,,
childish fancies, this chubby laced
infidel ot 10-Uay has swept away
wiih a wive of his dimpled hand,
and every few moments his sharp
voice cuts across the line of conver
non with a Dcus ex machina that
makes our hair stand on end. Who
has not heard of the table, youngster
that inteirupteil the Duke ol Cam
bridge’s eloquent compliment tiy
asking why his nose was so red, or
that America i parallel of the five
year-old who sai in 'solemn silence
while the others were eating plum
pudding, and fi >aily hurst forth,
“Ma ! ma ! I know whai’sthe mat
ter with out cow he’s going to
have a shee-e-e-p !” Have the kind
ness to fancy the fit <bolii al zest with
which that last word was prolonged.
Tiuly, these tilings should not he.
It was it gooif old custom that kept
eh l<iren iu the -•urserv till their
twelfth year, and a rash innovation
ihal forced them upon long-suff’ ring
gue.-is while stilt m Die green growih.
A Touching Incident-
We copy as loliows from the
Memphis Avalanche:
lu ilie «iiv is poor lainily, the lath
it of which is a Catholic, while the
mm her is a Protest ant. Recently
iheir (laughter, a beautiful child of
about live years, suddenly sickened
and died. During Us sickness it
■was attended by a physician who
was accompanied pn every visit by
his daughter, a girlot fifteen years,
who evinced the greatest solicitude
lor the hide suHerer. When deaih
came wiih its cold, icy grasp, this
voung lady was there, and with ten
tier hands closed the innocent eyes
and arranged the Ibrcn of the babe
who had been called home. The
funeral took place the next day, and,
owing to the conflict of religious
opinion between the parents, neither
priest or minister were called in.
The young lady went to the house
of mourning, and, in company with
the grief-stricken parents, followed
the remains to the cemetery. Ar
ii\irg there, the little body was
placed by the side of its narrow
resting place to allow of a last look
at the sweet face which all loved so
well. With a low wail the poor
mother threw herself down by it,
and wiih passionate kisses sought,
as it were, to recall life to the cold
motionless clay. Every one was
visibly affected by this outburst,
and when she called upon the young
lady to osier a prayer for her poor
darling, all reverentially uncovered
and knell to the ground. The young
No. 19.
lady, without a moment’3
knelt and commenced praying. At_
first her voice was visibly affected j
by emotion, but as she proceeded
she seemed to forget 3elf and sur
roundings, and poured forth such a
fervent and touching appeal to the*
Throne ol Grace that there was not,s
when she ceased, a dry eye or an.
unmoved heart in the entire assem-a
bly. When she had finished the bo-j
dy was carefully lowered into thel
grave, above which now grows some 3
beautiful flowers, mementoes of the>
love of the fair young lady. r
The King's Mistake. j
A correspondent of the Lumber-*
ville (N J.) Beacon says, a short f
time since, while staying at the bo--
rough of 8., he overheard the fol ow-i
ing which he thinks is too good to be l
lost: 1
A number of politicians, all oft
whom were seeking offices under*
the Government, were seated under*
a tavern porch, when an old toper .
named Joel D., a person who was
very loquacious when corned, but
exactly the opposite when sober,-
said that lie would tell them a story. ’
They told him to “fire away,” where
upon he spoke as follows :
A certain King —l don’t recollect
his name—iiad a philosopher upon
whose judgmen he always depend
ed. Now it happened one day that
the K.mg took it into his head to go
hunting, and summoned his nobles,
and inakine the necessary prepara
tions, he summoned the philosopher,
and asked him it it would rain.—
The philosopher told him it w- uld
not, and they started. While jour
neying along 1 hey met a countryman
mounted on a jackass
He advised theoi to return, “fir,”
said he, “ii will certainly rain.”
They smiled contemptuously upon
him, and then passed on. Before
they had gone many miles, however,
they had reason to regret not having
taken the rustic’s advice, as a show
er coming up drenched them to ihe
skin. Wlien they had returned to
the palace, the king reprimanded the
philosopher severely.
“I met a countryman,’' said he,
“and he knows a great deal more
than you. He told me it would
rain, whereas you told me it would
not.”
The King 1h« n gave him his
walking papers and sent for the
enuntrymu), who soon made his
appear ince.
“Tell trie,” said the King, “how
you knew it wnuid rain.”
“I did not know,” said the rustic,
“my jackass told me so. ’
“And how. pray, did he tell you?”
asked the King.
“By pricking up his ears, your
Majesty,” said the rustic
The King sent the countryman
away, and procured the jackass of
him, he placed him—the jackass—
in the offi e the ph losopher filled.
“And liete,” ob-ervi and Joel, look
ing very wise, “is where the King
made a great mistake.”
■■H"W -o ?” inquired the auditors.
“Why, ever since that time,”
said Joel, with a grin on his pinz,
“every jackass wants office.”
In the giadual development of a
bud into a beautiful and full grown
flower, (here is something that 111-
vi es our deepest admiration. Bui
there is a development
this m beauty and gram lues-—me
development of human character.
What object more worthy our con
templation than that of a human
soul pas-ing through each success
ive stage of its existence, the rapid
cultivation of our intellect and the
bringing out of that which God has
endowed us with ? We are boro with
the germ of character within us; and
as our bodies develop themselves, so
do our characters. Some traits of
character necessarily untold them
selves with our growth; others need
to be stimulated and excited into
growth by some particular influ
ence. The man of genius has that
within him which is to stamp him as
such. The great general his the
foundation of generalship born with
him ; all that is needed is 9ome pow
erful influence to develop it.
A rural youth was in the city one
day, and dropped casually in' at a
hardwate store Lounging through
the store be came to a large buzz
saw suspended against the Wall.
Giving it a rap with his knuckle*,
producing a sharp ring, be remarked
to the storekeeper, who came up at
that moment; “1 had an old dad
ripped to pieces by one of ’em fel
low* last week!” Tetcbiog, wasn’t it >
Let the youth who standa with a
glass of liquor in hia band consider
which he had bettor throw away—
the liquor or himself.
The original press used by Benja
min Franklin is said to be in one
hundred and seventy-six different
American printing office*.