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THE JEFFERSON HH NEWS & FARMER. Vol. 1. THE Jefferson News & Parmer, B Y HARRISON & ROBERTS: A LIVE FIRST CLASS *WeeMy IST ewspaper FOR THE Farm, Garden, and Fireside- Published Every Friday Morning A T LOUISVILLE, GA TERMS $2 50 PER ANNUM IN ADVANCE RATES OP ADVERTISING. 1 year, j 1 6 months. 3 months. I 4 weeks. I I ] 1 week. 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 Acol' 10.00 25.00 60.00 8-J.OO 120.00 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*.