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A YOL. I. S ANDERS VILLE, ( BORGIA, FEBRUARY 28, 1873. NO. 35. M. G. JIEDEOCK. JETHRO ABLINE. R. L. RODGERS. By 3Icdluck, Arliuc & Itwlgers.. The Herald is published in SahdersviDe, Ga., every Friday morning. Subscription price TWO DOLLARS per annum. Advertisements inserted at the usual rates. Ho charge for publishing marriages, or Deaths. “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.-