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YOL. I.
S ANDERS VILLE, ( BORGIA, FEBRUARY 28, 1873.
NO. 35.
M. G. JIEDEOCK. JETHRO ABLINE. R. L. RODGERS.
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“Passing Away.”
Time ever sweeps by on its unerring wave,
Time hurries us on from cradle to grave;
Time hums to the infant, who stops in its play,
The mournful song, “passing away.”
Time knocks at the door of the cot by the sea,
Wr.crc youth in his fishing garb dances with
glee,
. ad rings out the tune on the sun’s last ray,
T: plaintive words, “passing away.”
Time asks yonder merchant, whoso idol is
gold, t
If ' ■■ kn >ws tbe sad words uttered of old;
If . ■ knows his loved treasures will all decay,
| For every thing is ‘ -passing away.”
Time turns every day this loved earth of ours,
J And brings to perfection the lovliest flowers;
I It points its cold ringer to locks that are gray,
1 Ai.;1 hurriedly whispers, ‘-passing away.”
Marion.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
ONLY MAGGIE.
BY ANN SHIELDS.
Tho two words, “only Maggie”
were a sort of by-word in tbe Clements
family, where the young lady rejoic
ing in tno baptismal appellation of
Margaret was considered somewhat
inferior in all respects to the three
elder sisters.
Miss Nora Clements was artistic,
and spent her time in wandering
about the country in search of the
picturesque, or closeted in the room
she called her studio, attempting to
rival Titian or Claude Lorraine.
Miss Georgina Clements was musi
cal, and her hours were passed in ex
ecuting intricacies upon the grand
piano in the drawing room, or sing
ing scales and exercises that rasped
the throat of sympathizing hearers to
listen to.
Miss Cordelia Clements was a
beauty. Her time was passed in
trying the effects of hair washes and
cosmetics, studying the combinations
of color for new dresses, or devising
now fashions for dressing her luxu
riant hair.
Maggie, the youngest, was simply
a cheerful, good tempered, indus
trious girl, who aimed at no special
display of either beauty or talent,
but was quite content to be hand
maiden for the others. She ground
Nora’s colors, and stood patiently
for hours as a model for some won
derful grouping. She kept Georg-
iann’s music in order, and could al
ways tell exactly where to find any
song or instrumental piece that was
called for. She trimmed Cordelia’s
dresses and arranged her hair, and
was the most sincere admirer the
three Miss Clements possessed.
Howard, the only brother, and eld
est of the family, was a physician,
and the head of the household, the
father and mother being dead. There
was wealth enough to make a pleas
ant home when tiie seperate incomes
were combined, and Howard would
have been most unwilling to see his
asters leave him for any but a home
and husband ox their own.
"We can all live comfortably to
gether,” he would say, “but you
rave not enough to live upon with
out work, if } oil leave the house we
own among us.”
At hrst the two older girls were
quite anxious to figure as a great ar
tist and musician, but finally they
allowed their brother to have his own
way.
The young doctor was very proud
of his sisters and their various at
tractions, and when his warm friend
and fellou-student Paul Goddard ap
peared to make a short- visit, he led
him frem the office into the house,
adjoining it, delighted at the pros
pect of showing off the girls to a new
gentlemen.
A tour of inspection in the draw
ing-room proceded the actual intro-
. duction. Thus:
“This scene upon the Catskill
Mountains was painted by my eldest
sister, Paul. We spent the summer
there for the express purpose of al
lowing Nora to make sketches.”
“Yery fine!” murmured Paul, try
ing fiis best to admire the mountains
that seemed top-heavy, and clouds
that appeared to be muffled in mus
lin bags for the summer.
“And the music is Georgiana’s.
Georgians,is Signor Skwallinni’s best
pupil. He compares her voice to
Sontag’s, and it would make you fair
ly dizzy to see her fingers upon the
piano.”
“A great talent,” Paul murmured
again.
“And this,” continued Howard,
openig the photograph album, “is
Cordelia.”
He added no more and truly the
face was sufficiently beautiful to need
no comment. Paul spoke cordially:
“What a beautiful face! Who is
this opposite your sister, Howard ?”
“ That is Moggie. She is my young
est sister.”
“And does she paint or sing?”
“Oh, no. Maggie has no talent,
and no beauty. She is a good little
thing. Indeed I scarcely know how
we could get along without Maggie
The others are so absorbed in their
different occupations, that Maggie
has to be housekeeper. But come
to your room, Paul. Dinner will be
ready at six.”
“So Maggie is housekeeper,”
thought Paid, as he looked round
the tasteful apartment assigned to
him. “I think Miss Maggie certain
ly has something of her sister’s ar
tistic eye. How exquisitely those
flowers are arranged, and how cool
and fresh it is here, after my hot,
dusty ride. Those muslin curtains
look like snow-drifts.” *
It was a pretty room, although
the carpet was but ingrain, and tfie
furniture a cottage set. But never
was bed-linen a purer white, or more
daintly ruffled and ironed; never
was a bureau or a wash stand more
prettily trimmed, towels more care
fully placed, china and glass more
glossy. _
Seeking the drawing-room again,
Paul found the artistic sister con
templating the scene from the back
windows with rapt enthusiasm.
“Dr. Goddard,” she said, advanc
ing to meet him. “I must introduce
myself. Miss Nora Clements.”
Paul made the necessary speech
of gratification, wondering if it was
the crown of the Catskill mountains
that was daubed so extensively up
on the skirt of Miss Nora’s blue dress,
and if it was artistic meditations that
had made her pin her collar crooked,
and forget her cuffs altogether. She
launched at once into a bewildering
sea of technicalities, and callpd up
on Paul to admire the effects of cloud
and shadow, light and foliage, from
the back window, till he felt like a
reprieved prisoner upon the entrance
of another sister who was introduced
as. “my sister Cordelia.”
The beauty was superb. Every
curl of her glossy brown hair was
arranged for effect." Her creamy
complexion was heightened by a
dress of soft white muslin, with tiny
green leaves scattered over it. She
bowed with languid grace, but sat as
if actually afraid to move, for fear
of disarranging any fold of her
faultless costume. Georgian appear
ed as the bell rang, and Georgian
spoke but little. It made her hoarse
to be always talking.
Paul was inwardly resolving to cut
his visit very short, when Howard
opened the door of the dining room
and introduced:
“My sister Maggie.
She was not pretty; she was not
artistic nor musical; but she was
charming to Paul’s eyes, in five min
utes. Her dress of cheap cambric
fitted her graceful little figure per
fectly; her collar and cuffs were
white and smooth; .her hair was
dressed carefully and becomingly;
and from the narrow ribbon confining
it, to the rosette upon her trim little
slipper, she was exquisitely neat.
Not fearing for her voice, she chat
ted gayly and pleasantly; not being
anxious about her dress, she moved
gracefully and freely; and having
no specialty of taleDt, she could
talk sensibly about the various topics
her brother and his friend started.
Dinner passed off pleasantly, Paul
concluded that if Maggie was house
keeper, her dinner certainly did her
credit. The meat was done to a turn
the vegetables, fresh and tempting
were cooked to perfection; the pastry
was light and flaky, and the table
appointments neat and tasteful. Nev
er was linen glossier and whiter, sil
ver more glittering, or crockery more
temptingly clean.
A week passed away, and Paul
found himself groaning in spirit over
'.lie Misses Clements. He had wan
dered in search of the picturesque
'.vith Nora, had sacrificed gloves and
boots in the pursuit of wonderful
! loughs and inaccessible flowers. He
iiad listened to Georgina till his ears
' airly ached, and he was divided in
his own mind as to whether the per
former or the listener deserved the
most pity. He had admired Cor
delia in every variety of costume, in
I!very effective attitude ; had seen
iier eyes raised, and the long lashes
>f the drooping lids; had marvelled
lit the whiteness of her hands, at
the profusion of her curling hair;
had considered her a beauty, a
weariness, and a burden of spirits.
But he could find but little time to
‘ peak to Maggie. He saw’ the evi-
lences of her industry and taste in
very detail of housekeeping, knew
whose skill directed the well trained
ervants, whose fingers filled the
lower vases, whose eyes were every
where. But the very perfection of
11 these arrangements kept the lit-
le woman too busy for many idle
moments, and in the evenings the
wider sisters were all-engrossing.
(Jaggie sewed or knitted busily,
While Georgian sang or played, Nora
alked high art, and Cordelia struck
Attitudes; but Paul drew "his visit
o a close with a sense of disap-
jointment. He wanted to see more
>f only Maggie, as he often heard
ble object, *who had no soul above
domestic drudgery.
Two months had passed, and in
stead of June roses, early fall fruits
and. flowers were abundant at Moss
vale, when Paul Goddard passed
again through the village, and call
ed at Dr. Clements’ office.
“I am so sorry,” said Howard, as
he cordially shook his friend by
the hand. “All the girls are away.
Uncle James invited them to pass
a month at the White Mountains,
anjj they deserted me.”
“Then you are alone ?”
“Oh, not entirely. Maggie stays
to keep house for me.”
‘‘Oh, Miss Maggie is here. Shall
I intrude if I stay a day or’two,
Howard ?”
“Intrude, Paul! Far from it. I
am not very busy, and Maggie was
telling me to-day that time actually
hangs heavy upon her hands. No
ra’s studio could not be trusted to
the servants, and you can imagine
the mass a girl would make of Geor
gina’s music. Then Cordelia de
pended entirely upon Maggie’s taste
and fingers for her fallals. So now
the little damsel has time to enjoy
herself, and we have had some love
ly rides and drives. Maggie does
ride beautifully, and her horse is
very fond of her, he follows her
about like a kitten.”
It was true that Maggie was find
ing many leisure hours while her
sisters were away, and Paul found
that the retiring, modest girl was
one of the pleasantest companions
it had ever been his good fortune
to meet. He knew nothing of the
hours between daybreak and break
fast that were spent in making the
house tidy. He only saw the little
hostess who was to preside over the
coffee-pot and muffins.
It was an amusement the young
physician enjoyed, to draw out the
accomplishments that had been over
shadowed by her sisters’ loudly pro
claimed talents and attractions. He
found that Maggie could sing, with
a sweet, bird-like voice, though she
never attempted the difficult songs
in which Georgina was supposed to
excel. She could play simple pieces
with feeling and expression, and her
fingers would fairly dance* over the
keys in livelier music, that required
no wonderful talent or elaborate ex
ecution.
And it was wonderful how pretty
the child-like face became in Paul
Goddard’s eyes. There was a charm
in the constant cheerfulness that
kept the rosy mouth ever smiling
and sweet; there was a beauty of
expression in the brown eyes that
mere form and color can never give;
there was an attraction always in
the exquisite neatness of dress that
was never stiff and prim, though so
carefully arranged
Howard Clements, who loved his
friend, and had hoped to secure him
as a brother during liis former visit,
opened his eyes wide in amazement,
as the days wore away and Paul
lingered still in Mossvale. During
his first visit, Howard had hoped to
see him yield to the fascinations of
the elder Misses Clements, and no
manoeuvering mother ever took more
pains than this brother to display
the talents and beauties of his sis
ters. That any one would look
twice at Maggie, when in the com
pany of the others, had never oc
curred to Howard.
But in the light of Paul’s evident
admiration, the brother began to
contemplate with different emotions
the possibility of losing his little
sister. He had borne with perfect
composure the prospect of parting
with the others. It seemed no great
hardship, even when the separa
tion involved the disappearance of
Nora’s master-pieces, and Georgi
ana’s music-rack. But to lose Mag
gie was quits another matter.
“YTho,” Howard asked himself in
dismay, “who would superintend the
servants, prepare the daintier dishes
for the table, and keep the house in
order ? Who would wait with cheer
ful smiles upon him, when the du
ties of his profession obliged him to
ask for meals at all sorts of irregu
lar hours? Who would have his
clothing always in dainty order,
filling the place of a wife in the
stocking darning and button replac
ing capacity ?”
Visions of Nora in paint-bedaub
ed dresses, Georgiana with frowsy
hair, and Cordelia in inert beauty,
•esiding over the household, filled
oward’s brains; and while he la
mented, he admitted that’ “Paul’s
head was level,” in his apparent
choice.
Maggie could scarcely believe she
heard aright when Paul Goddard
pleaded for the gift of her love, and
promised all loyalty and devotion if
she would come to preside over his
home.
“But,” she said, “you cannot real
ly love me."
“I really can, and do,” was the
reply.
“But I am so plain, and so stu
pid. I cannot paint nor sing, nor
and
Hi ward said—” She paused,
ble shed.
‘ Well, what did Howard say?
‘ Never mind.”
‘ Tell me. That’s a darling.”
‘ He said then, that I was sure to
be an old maid, and after the others
we e married, I was to stay here
an i help him keep up a bachelor’s
ha’l. I really don’t see,” she add
ed earnestly, “how Howard will get
ale ig.”
‘ He must do as I do.”
•How?”
1 Seek a darling little housekeeper
for a wife.”
! lo, to the amazement of all con
cei ued, the first Miss Clements who
wa i married was not the artist, not
thi musician, not the beauty, but
on y Maggie.
Woman’s Influence.
Voman’s influence differs greatly
fro n that of man. Her power lies
in ler weakness. In her hand she
ho Is a more potent sceptre than that
wi lded by the most potent monarch.
In the great social and moral reforms
th. t have been carried on from time
to rime, we find that women have ta
ke t an active part. We can not fail
to oerceive, in the political history
of France, how important was the
inl uence exerted by Madame de
St el in the troublesome convulsions
of her age. Her star shone brightly,
an 1 was not extinguished when the
gr at conqueror—jealous of her pow
er -banished her from her native
lai I.
to woman’s influence is so great,
he • responsibility is great in propor-
tdc i. Upon her devolves the duty
of teaming up the future men of the
na ion. It is the mother who moulds
th : character ; under her gentle in
fiu ince the youthful mind receives
its first impressions. In society she
is jueen, and too often lures her sub-
jei fcs to destruction. Too often the
gl; ss of sparkling wine, proffered by
th.! fair hand of woman, has proved
tli i utter ruin and degradation of a
m. n strong in intellect; but who
co dd have resisted the tempting
gl: ss when accompanied by a win
ni g smile ? It is true, a man should
fir re stamina enough to refuse the
te aptation; but if fie lias not, wo
rn n should not be the tempter.
Many a wife bitterly deplores the
effects of that first glass, and many
a hild is cut to tfie heart by the
knowledge that liis father is a drun-
kr.d.
V woman must be careful in her
de portment. By a word, or even
lo k, she can encourage or effectual
ly check all attempt at familiarity.
If women, and especially girls, would
do this—if they would show their
di pleasure at what they know is
w. ong—it would not be repeated in
their presence. Though the aggres
sc • might feign anger, in his heart
he would feel more true respect for
one who had thus reproved him, than
if she passed his fault unrebnked.
Loss and Gain.—At the end of the
ol l year and the beginning of the
ne sv, business men usually take an
account of stock and square their
bt oks to see how much they have lost
or gained. If their books have been
pi iperly kept, they can ascertain
th fir losses or gains to the value of
a ■ ent. But the most precious values
ca mot be estimated in dollars and
ct its. One man may have gained
m >re that is of real value by losing
hi; rfioney, than another has by
m king the largest gains. There is
ai invisible account running through
d: y-book and ledger, paralleled with
th ) visible one, which often varies
vr iely from it, and which is of much
m ire importance. The profit or less
of each transaction is estimated by
di ferent standards. In some trans-
ac ions the natural book may show
th it there was a great gain. But if
it vvas made at the expense of truth,
in egrifcy and charity, the inner book
w I show a great loss in the most
precious treasures of life. On the
cc itrary, the ledger may show a loss;
bv fc if temptation was resisted, and
th ) principles of charity in business
w re adhered to, there was a spiritual
g; in. The man himself grew richer,
ai i his means of happiness were in
creased. Thus, some may be grow-
in ' really rich every day, while they
st ;m to be growing poorer; on the
ot ier hand, men may add millions to
their estate, and be advancing into
sj iritual bankruptcy, by every dol-
la they make.—JV. J. Messenger.
“How fortunate I am in meeting
a rainbeau in this storm,” said a
y ung lady who was caught in a
s! ower the other day to her beau of
p omiSe, who happened along with an
u .ibrella. “And I,” said he gallant
ly, “am as much rejoiced as the poor
lr.plander, when' he has caught a
r; in-deer.”
ier called by the others, who seem- j do anything as well as the others,
d to consider her a poor little pitia- I I am not even pretty like Cordelia.
An Augusta love-stricken poet is
a king, in the rythm of his affection,
tl rough the Rome Courier,
“Why do I love her?”
For the life of ns we can’t account
f< r it, except upon the hypothesis i mg a home market by bringing in
tl. at die’s a woman.—Atlanta Sum skilled labor.
[From the Telegrrph & Messenger.]
“The Patrons of Husbandry.”
This is an order organized during
the past two years among the agri
culturists of the States, for the pur
pose of co-operating for their own
protection. It is the first movement
of the kind among this great indus
trial class—which is probably ten
times as numerous as any other, and
has always been more or less im
posed on by all the rest. More than
any other class their products are
victimised to outside combinations
of speculating capitalists. More
than any other class they are sold
out to the tariff protectionists and
about a hundred per cent, cost ad
ded to every thing they buy, which
is “offset" by a protective bounty on
peanuts and wool. In short, while
the farmers constitute the one great
fundamental industrial class of labor,
they are practically left out of ac
count in the so-called “protection of
American industry” and in the very
nature of their pursuits, withdrawn
from the scenes of crowded and busy
life, are far more defenceless than
any other class.
For these and many other reasonsi
the order of “Patrons of Husband
ry” has been instituted, and is spread
ing like a prairie fire. It has even
taken. root in Georgia, and we are
informed that there are now eight
Granges in this State—including one
in Bibb county—and new ones are
forming every week. A Des Moines
('Iowa) letter, in the World of the
14th, gives some interesting facts
about this order in the northwest.
We quote from that letter as follows:,
The State Grange has held its ^
second annual meeting, having been
in session here five days. It is com
posed of masters of subordinate
granges, and their wives, who are
matrons, are eligible to office, but
not entitled to vote. All the meet
ings are held ii secret, but not so
very dark as to completely defy re
porters.
It has leaked out that this five
days’ meeting was attended by
about 800 delegates, representing a
membership of 35,000. It was the
largest representative body ever as
sembled in the State. All its delib
erations were characterized by mod
eration and decision. The first con
stitution of the Grange was not suit
able to the enlarged demands of the
order, so a new one was adopted. A
memorial was sent to Congress, ask
ing for a law regulating freights and
fares of all railroads within the Un
ited States. Another was sent to the
Legislature petitioning for relief from
the burdensome tariffs and soulless
discriminations of railroads. A dis
patch was sent to the President re
questing him to veto the bill confirm
ing title of land to the Rbck Island
Railroad. The incorporation of the
Grange under the laws of the State
was ordered. Next annual meeting
was fixed at Des Moines in Decem
ber next. A committee was appoint
ed to look into the matter of subscrib
ing for stock in the new implement
manufactory at Waterloo. The plan
is for $200,000 capital, $50,000 of
which is already invested—$35,000
in buildings and $12,000 in machine
ry. A favorable consideration was
urged and a further investigation or
dered. D. W. Adams resigned the
office of Master of the State Grange,
having been chosen Master of the
National Grange. A. B. Smedley,
of Cresco, Howard county was chos
en to fill the vacancy. M. L. Devin,
of Des Moines, was elect Treasurer;
William Duane Wilson, of Des
Moines, was elected Secretary. Gen
eral agents were appointed for each
of the five east and west railroads,
whose special duty it is to look af
ter grange interests.
By report of the Executive Com
mittee it was shown that there are
778 granges in the State, with a
membership of 34,058. In Decem
ber, 1S71—the last annual meeting—
there were only 89 granges, with a
membership of 2,447.
The gross receipts for the year
were $10,734 95; expenditures, $2,-
300. At this meeting $8,475 was
paid to delegates for mileage. The
Master’s salary was fixed at $700 a
ear; Treasurer’s $200; members
of the Executive‘Committee, $150.
As to their doings and purposes
a synopsis is giyen. Nearly a third
of all-the grain ware-houses and ele
vators in the State are either owned
or controlled by these granges; no
less than 5,000,000 bushels of grain
were shipped out of the State by
them in the eighteen months prior
to last December. The cattle and
hogs thus shipped are almost innu
merable. On all these the returns
show an increased income to the
farmer of from 10 to 40 per cent
compared with the sums formerly
received from local purchasers or
other middle men. The Grange
purchases of the different kinds of
implements show a saving of at least
$305,000.
During the present year not less
than $4u0,000 will be invested by the
farmers in the establishment of man
ufactories and elevators, thus creat-
In northern Iowa especially has
the Grange prospered. In that lo
cality are many stores selling goods
at a fixed rate to grangers, and they
are doing a flourishing business.
“Cash down” is their motto, and run
ning in debt is severely reprehended.
These 35,000 persons, representing
the agricultural community of Iowa,
are banded together for mutual pro
tection and profit, and are determined
tp carry out their own plans what
ever the cost. They do not propose
to take any action in politics as an
order, but will probably vote for the
men who will best represent them.
There are about sixty farmers in this
Legislature of 150 members, and
there is scarcely a doubt that the
farmers of the Fifth District nomi
nated and elected one of their own
number to Congress because he was
a farmer. While the Grange was in
session last week, the members made
no secret of their belief that those
members of the Legislature who
vote against the interest of the farm
ers will be voted against by the farm
ers at the next election.
Neatness.
In its essence, and purely for its
own sake, neatness is found in a
few. Many a man is neat for ap
pearance sake ; there is an instinct
ive feeling that there is a power in
it. When a man consults a physi
cian or a lawyer for the first tune,
or comes to rent a house and bor
row money, he will come in his best
dress; a lady will call in her car
riage. A man who means business
and honesty, just as you will find
him in lii£ store, his shop, his count
ing-house. The most accomplished
gamblers dress well; the most en
terprising swindlers are faultlessly
clothed, but countless multitudes
are but whited sepulchres. Too
many ‘don’t care, so long as it will
not be seen.’ Washington Allston,
the great artist, the accomplished
gentleman, suddenly left his friend
standing at the door of a splendid
Boston mansion, as they were about
entering for a party, because he had
just remembered that he had a hole
in his stocking. It could not be
seen or known, but the very knowl
edge of its existence made him feel
that he was less a man than he ought
to be; gave him a feeling of inferi-
ority. *
As persons are less careful of per
sonal cleanliness and tidy apparel,
they are infallibly and necessarily
less of the angel, more of the ani
mal ; more under the domination of
passion, less under the influence of
principle. Said a good servant girl:
‘I can’t explain what change religion
has made in me, but I look more
closely under the door mat, when I
sweep than I used to. Intelligence,
culture, elevation, give purity of
sense and sentiment.
History in Rhyme.—Commit the
following to memory, and you will
have at your “tongue’s end” the
names of the Monarchs of England
from the time of the conquest to the
piesent date:
First William the Norman, then
William his son.
Henry, Stephen and Henry, then
Richard and John.
Next Henry the third, Edward,
one two and three.
And again after Richard, three
Henrys we see.
Two Edwards, third Richard, if
rightly I guess.
Two Henrys, sixth Edward, Queens
Mary and Bess.
Then Jamie the Scott, then Charles
whom they slew.
Then followed Cromwell, another
Charles, too.
Next James, called the second,
ascended the throne.
Then William and Mary together
came on.
Till Anne, Georges four, and fourth
William all past.
God sent them Victoria, the young
est and last.
The midnight train from Albany
left a load of passengers at one of
our Western towns. Among the num
ber was a nervous fidgety old man,
who was in a great stew about his
baggage. His foot had hardly touched
the platform when he commenced dog
ging the baggage master for his bag
gage. Finally, after being repeatedly
dunned for the baggage before he
had time to get it from the bottom of
the huge pile, the baggage master
turned to the man and thus address
ed him: “Mister, it’s a pity you
wasn’t born an elephant instead of
a jackass, then ye’d have your trunk
always under yer nose!”
“If I were in California,” said a
young fop in company, “instead of
working in the mines, I would way
lay some miner with a bag of gold,
knock out his brains, gather up the
gold, and run.” “I think you would
do better to gather up the brains,”
quietly responded a young lady.
A San Francisco Chinaman went
to jail recently for stealing a horse.
He managed to dig out, however, re
covered the animal and left town the
eame sight.
Manure for Orchards.
Wood ashes are doubtless excel
lent for orchards, but instead of be
ing put round the trees they should^
be spread over the whole land. But*
where are the ashes to come from in
this region ? we have little ashes. Iq
our limited experiancewe have learn
ed one thing in regard to orchards as -
well as trees of every kind that we
cultivated and we believe the princi
ple can be applied pretty much to
everything that grows upon the earth,
which is that the application of man
ure benefits them all. Ground occu
pied with fruit trees should be man
ured as are other portions of the
land used for the raising of wheat
and corn. It is the neglect to do so,
in connection with the general negli-
. gence with which orchards are treat
ed in many sections, that makes them
unprofitable and worn out pre
maturely. And as to the kind of
manure with which orchards ought
to be treated, while any kind, almost
without exception, will prove of ad
vantage, there is none in the world to
be compared to stable or barn-yard
manure. A liberal application of
this only every third year, with care
ful pruning and scraping of the trees
and ferreting out tlie borers, will
make a prodigious change in an or
chard. Autumn, and even in Decem
ber, if the ground is not frozen, is
perhaps the best time to apply it.—
Germantown Telegraph.
A cat in a Swiss cottage had tak
en poison, and came, in a pitiful
state of pain, to seek its mistress’
help. The fever and heat was so
great that it dipped its own paws in- .
to a pan of water, an almost un
heard of proceeding in a water-hat
ing cat. She wrapped it in wet lin
en, fed it with gruel, nursed it and
doctored it all the day and night af
ter. It recovered, and could not find
ways enough to show its gratitude.
One evening she had gone up stairs
to bed, when a mew at the window
aroused her, she got up and opened
it, and found the cat, which had
climbed a pear-tree nailed against
the house, with a mouse in its mouth.
This it laid as an offering at its mis
tress’ feet and went away. For above
a year it continued to bring these
tributes to her. Even when it had
kittens they were not allowed to
touch this reserved share, and if they
attempted to eat it the mother gave
them a little tap, “that is not for
thee.” After a while, however, the
mistress accepted the gift, thanked
the giver with a pleased look, and
restored the mouse, when the cat
permitted her children to take the
prey which had served its purpose
in her eyes. Here was a refined feel
ing of gratitude remembered for
months after, quite disinterested,
and placed above the natural instincts
(always strong in a cat) toward her
own offspring.—Good Wards.
The Miseries of Self-importance.
—There is no surer way to make our
selves miserable than to think of our
selves more highly than we ought to
think. It isolates us from all about
us. It cuts us off alike from human
sympathy and divine assistance. It
makes us very Ishmaels, with our
hands against every man and every
man’s hands apparently against us.
It gives a jaundiced hue to the be
havior of those who, so far from
meaning to do evil to us, have our
best interests at heart, and love us
with self-sacrificing affection. The
man who has a wound about him, no
matter where it may be, feels it to
be always in his way. Let him do
what he will, or go where he may, he
cannot move himself but he is con
scious of its plan. In like manner
he who has this feeling of self-im
portance is continually smarting.
Somebody has always been slighting
him. He is constantly complaining
of having been insulted, and when
honor is given to another he feels
nothing but that he has been over
looked. Thus he shuts himself out
from every festival, and mopes most
of all when others are merry. May
God deliver us from this idolatry of
self, on whose altar all true noble
ness and real happiness are complete
ly immolated.
No finer compliment has ever been
? aid to a man than that of Jean
'aul to ids friend Weisse, when he
said that “h» face was a thanks
giving for all his former life, and a
love-letter to all mankind.”
Sharp Notions OF LITTLE FOLKS.—A
little boy being told that Adam was
the first man, was then asked who
was the first woman, replid, Mr.
Adam’s wife I reckon.
A little boy, thinking the Artist
kept photographs on hand, asked his
sisterto bring his.
A very little girl overheard older
persons say the did not blame the
girls for wanting to marry, said, “nor
me neiver.”
During the prevalence of meningi
tis at Conyers, Rockdale county, re
cently, there were 26 deaths.
The childhood shows tire man, as
morning shows the day.-