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YOL. II.
SANDERSVILLE. GEORG IA, AUGUST 1, 1873.
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POETRY.
[WRITIEN FOB THE SANDEBSVELLE HEBALD.]
Lines to Him who will Understand.
I trusted thee with faith,—we give but once
in life;
And now, as one by one, the years roll back
Their chequered scroll of memory, I find
Upon each page some honoured name, dark
ened by doubt;
Yet through the vista of those years, thy name
So loved, seems circled with a halo bright
Shedding its light on scenes that else_
Were far too dark, to look upon and live.
Poor, tried and weary heart!
No wonder that its tendrils, year by year,
As life’s young hopes fast faded into gloom,
Won by thy never failing love and care,
Grew close about thee, trusted one, ’til with
thy being
All mine own was intertwined—in trust
So true, and deep, as only Heaven
From mortal heart should claim.
And yet,
I never dreamed how strong the cords
That bound my heart to thee;— _
Till thine own, cruel words made them as
burning steel!
Or if I had I had not cared, for wert thoujnot
My friend,— beyond the power of earth
Or spirits dark, to change !
Alas ! deluded victim of too fond a faith!
Thy friendship was indeed most true
While yet untried, by that which tests the soul!
But in the hour when weighed ’gainst pride
and hate,
It sank to nothingness!
And yet, a doubt steals o’er my soul
And makes me feel there’s something deeper
Than the cause alleged for all this bitterness.
Now, I know full well, I did thee wrong;
But ’twas a wrong unmeant:
’fwas but the head that erred,—-the heart,
As well thou lawwest, ne’er strayed
From its allegiance.
But what were that to thee !
The wrong was done ! The fancied outrage
On thy pride, must be avenged !
And for revenge, what fitter victim than
The trusting heart, all, all thine own
In friendships holiest bond ! The heart,
That most of all on earth, could feel thy power
To love or hate.
And well thy work is done ;
Thelnquisitsr of other days could not excel
Thy gentlest act of torture; they, the body
crush’d;
But thou, with art refined beyond their ken,
Doth only work upon the living heart!
Art happy;—thou! in this, thy noble'work!
And yet, it seemeth not to me, the work
Our Saviour left for such frail ones
As thee and me.
Now, turning in thy angry pride,
Unwilling to forgive one little, unmeant wrong
In one, whose very tears of sorrow
O’er that wrong, were but as oil poured
On the angry flame that burned within thy
heart.
Poor, wayward heart! Hast thou forgot
The holy teachings, of the simple prayer,
Learned at thy mother’s knee ?
‘■Forgive us, Lord, our sins, as we forgive all
those
Who do us wrong.”
No, no ! Such cannot be!
Thou art no hypocrite; and ’tis but late
Since we together knelt in God’s own house
With eyes together, resting on the same pure
page
Of prayer and praise and voices intermingled,
As we offered up the holy prayer our Saviour
left
For such as we.
Thou could’st not there have asked
God’s vengeance on thine own devoted head!
It were a thought too terrible. And yet,
My brain with wonder reels! How strange !
Aye, it must be so ! Thou’rt not thyself!
Some cruel fiend his spell of madness
Throws about thy heart and brain, or mine—
Perhaps ’tis only a wild dream of woe
That makes these hours se dark:
A dream from which I’ll yet awake
To find thee all unchanged.
If not,
0 Heaven, I can but lift my heart to Thee
And crave the boon, my tears of sorrow
Have already won, where mercy smiles.
Father—forgive him all
And ne’er upon his quivering heart let fall.
The loss of faith; the chilling mantle of dis
trust
He’s left on mine.
And now, farewell!
We may not meet again—until
We stand before the great white throne
With hearts unveiled:
There, we shall surely meet—and realize
That motive made our record up—
Fcr weal or woe.
Mybtle Leaf.
Augusta, Ga.; July 22, 1873.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
ADDRESS OF DR. H. H. HOLLLFIELD,
Before the Sandersville Grange, Patr-
rons of Husbandry, July 26,1873,
and published by request of the
Grange.
Worthy Master and Members of
the Grange: As an officer of the
Grange in the discharge of his duty
and in response to your request, I
shall endeavor for a short time to in
terest and instruct you, and I know
of no better method of so doing than
that of making an effort to impress
upon your minds the teachings of
our noble order, repeating to you the
lessons which are inculcated in the
several degrees upon subjects in
which you are all interested, and
which of themselves are beneficial
to us as men and as women, as Hus
bandmen and as Harvesters.
Agriculture is the oldest and most
honorable of all occupations known.
The Garden of Eden was planted by
God himself. Our great forefather
Adam, when he lived in the Garden
of Eden, and, when sent forth from
there with our old mother Eve, to
dwell in this great, wide, world of
ours, was a tiller of the soil, and ful
filled the divine command, “that by
the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat
thy bread.” It is an ancient, and an
honorable employment, one in which
has been engaged in all ages of the
world, many of the wisest, and,
greatest and best of men that the
world has ever seen. ’Tis to rural
enjoyments that the statesman turns
for relaxation when wearied with the
toils of State. To the country the
warrior delights to come when wea
ried by arduous campaigns in his
country’s service.
It exerts a soothing influence up
on the mind, and brings man in close
communion with nature, and teach
es him to live nearer to his God. It
has a tendency to elevate the morals,
to refine the feelings and ennoble our
souls, by constant intercourse with
nature and with nature’s God.
With what delight the eye dwells
upon the green trees of the forest,
and the Golden Grain in the fields
of the Husbandman, as it bows its
heavy head, ready for the reaper’s
hook. Fruits, too in their season,
how delightful, how delicious, how
sweet, and how enticing. They too,
are the result bf the husbandman’s
skill.
The green grass, the rich fruits,
the majestic forests, and the Golden
Grain, all teach us, that a mighty
Master’s hand aids and directs us
in our efforts to till the soil, to make
it blossom as the rose, producing a
hundred fold, and assists us to make
life joyous, our minds content and
our homes happy. .
The Grange is emblematical of
a well ordered, and properly ar
ranged farm. Where everything nec
essary for work is to be found.
Where order prevails, and system
and science regulates the work.
Where a master mind directs and
willing hands execute. Secrecy is
the strength of our institution, the
main stay of our order; what we
say and what we do here, is as it
were under the seal of our Lodge.
What transpires here is under the
rose.
In afneient times, in the days of
chivalry, upon festive occasions, the
Knight, who was master of ceremo
nies, or at whose castle the Banquet
was spread, caused a Rose to be
suspended over the festive board,
and that having been done, each one
present was at liberty to say and do
whatever he desired without fear of
having it again repeated, and feel
ing assured that none would take
advantage of what he heard there
under the Rose. Any one who would
betray this trust was considered as
lost to every principle of honor and
deficient in everything that consti
tuted a true Knight or a brave and
honest man, what he obtained “Sub
Rosa” was not his own. So it is in
the Grange, our obligations bind us
to secrecy, everything said or done
here is “under the Rose,” and no one
possessing the honor of a gentleman
or the integrity essential to true
manhood, will violate his vows or
betray the trust imposed.
Here around our altar we meet
as friends and brothers, with the
same interests at stake, engaged in
a common cause for a common pur
pose.
The object we have in view is an
honorable one, and, if we can attain
it, will rebound to the the good of our
own sunny land and the advantage
of our noble people, who by means
of agriculture, are struggling some
for a support only and others possi
bly for independence.
Here valuable maxims are incul
cated, and useful lessons taught.
Lessons which impress upon the
mind the truths of religion, the pow
er and goodness, of our great Creator,
together with the principles of moral
ity, brotherly love, relief, and truth.
Here we are bound together in one
common brotherhood, by the silken
ties ot social intercourse, as well as
by the iron bonds of mutual interest
Here nef devisions should ever exist
among us but all strive to see who
can best work, and best agree.
Here we can learn from each other,
by an interchange of views all the
various methods of cultivating the
several crops raised on the planta
tion, the character of the soil best
adapted to their growth; The kind
of fertilizer best adapted to each
kind of plant; the amount .required
to each acre to produce certain re
sults. The best method of employing
labor, how to retain it, and how to
control it. The last of these ques
tions, however, it is at this time hard
for us to fathom; they are difficult
problems which, however, will ere
long solve themselves.
Here from each other we can learn
the best varieties of fruits to plant.
Some can tell which is the most pro
ductive, some which the most hardy
and others which the most desirable.
We are truly and emphatically an
agricultural people, and as such, our
prosperity depends almost entirely#
on our being a. self-sustaining one.
Every farmer should raise on his
own plantation whatever is required
for its use. Each place should have
upon it large com cribs well filled
with the golden grain grown upon
the place, and smoke houses well
stored with excellent bacon, all rais
ed on the plantation. When this
comes to be the rule among our far
mers, then, and not until then, will
we ever be as a class, happy, pros
perous or contented.
Figures can be made on paper,
which demonstrate the fact, that it is
better to make - cotton than it is to
make com, but those who try the ex
periment, find at the end of a few
years that they are compelled to
E ’ve Liens upon thief crops; the
ien man controls it, and to him the
crops belongs.
Those who make meat and com
in profusion, and but little cotton,
are generally out of debt, have meat
and com to sell, and money to lend.
They are happy men and are con
tent ; plenty smiles upon them on
every hand, and their utmost desires
they are able to gratify.
In our Grange we give to woman
positions of honor emblematical of
our high respect. As she elevates
her ideas and extends the sphere of
her thoughts, so does she make our
homes happy and increase her use
fulness. Who in sickness so care
ful a nurse as woman ?WVho soothes
and quiets kindly the cross and pee
vish invalid so quickly as woman ?
To whom does man turn in time of
trouble for consolation and advice
but to woman and his God? To wo
man, the wife of his bosom, the
partner of his joys and woes, his
successes and his disappointments?
For whom does man possess a last
ing and ever enduring affection, a
love that never dies, that is implant
ed in him at his birth and never
ceases so long as life lasts ? ’Tis his
love for his mother! she who will
never leave him; though the world
and friends forsake him and misfor
tunes overtake him; yet she will
never desert her own. Who can
appreciate a mother’s love, a moth
er’s undying affection ?
In our Lodge-room, we meet for
pleasure, not only, but for work, to
obtain kndVledge and to receive in
struction.
Here, we learn,
“To plow deep while sluggards sleep
And have com to seU and keep.”
Here we are taught of the greatness
and goodness of our Divine Creator,
of the many blessings which in His
divine wisdow He has bestowed up
on man for his comfort and his en
joyment. The brute creation is
made subservient to his will. Fish
and the birds are made to increase
his pleasures, his comforts and his
luxuries. All, in fact, everything,
appears to be conducive to man’s
happiness, to man’s supremacy
and has a tendency to lead his
thoughts to that Supreme Being to
whom he qpes everything, even his
very existence. •
"He whef can listen to the words of
wisdom and the grand lessons of
virtue, morality, and friendship,
which are inculcated in the several
degrees of our noble order, without
a feeling of pride and exultation, in
being connected with it; he who is
not proud of the luster it sheds up
on Ins species, feels nothing of the
enthusiasm, that warms our souls
into kindred excellencies. The trees
of the forest, those mighty monarchs
of the past and present as they lift
their heads high in the clouds and
overlook the country for miles around,
show us how insignificant a portion
of creation is understood by poor
finite man!
How beautiful in the fall is the
native forest when nature has but
just commenced to shed her summer
mantle; when the leaves change
their color, and such a variety of
shades can be discovered in the fo
liage of the beautiful trees in the
woods and forests around us ; how
pleasing to the sight, how grateful
to the eye, the green and red, the
purple and brown, and the sere and
yellow leaves of autumn. They re
mind us constantly of the changes of
human life, of blessings and mis
fortunes as they come upon us, and
as the leaves fall before the autumn
winds and frosts of winter, they are
emblematical of friends called away
from earth to the spirit world.
The flowers are beautiful emblems
of charity; they exist everywhere, in
every cliine and are of every size,
large and small, of every form and
shape, of every shade of color and
variety of hue, possessing sweet
scented odors, Whose rich perfume is
wafted on the summer air, ‘and by
its soothing fragrance pleases the
taste, gratifies the senses, and quiets
the mind.
Flowers, how we love them ; The
beautiful and stately Magnolia, the
prince of the forest flowers of our
own land. The sweet scented Bay,
the proud and magnificent Cornelia,
the handsome and dignified Dahlia,
the pure Lilly, the modest Forget-
me-not, and the humble Violet, have
all their special friends, and we love
them all; universal in their extent,
the indicate that our charities should
also be large, and that kindness we
should extend to every one, for, like
good works, charity covereth a mul
titude of faults.
Fruits are wholesome and refresh
ing, and in accordance with the les
sons taught, lhay the day soon come
when in this fair land of ours, every
man shall sit under his own vine
and under his own fruit tree. How
much could we do to hasten this
day if it was made obligatory upon
us to plant every year one vine and
one fruit tree? it is but a little
thing for each one to do, and to
many mav seem insignificant; biit
its resultsVould be immense. The
membership of the Patrons of Hus
bandry in the United States is very
large, and if this work was done each
year by every member for ten con
secutive years, its influence would
be great; and its effects felt all over
our land and the day would indeed
soon come when each man would be
able to do this thing. To sit under
our own vine and fig tree, would be
a fixed fact, and the quotation could
be used in its liberal sense, and not
figuratively as we use it to-day.
Among other lessons we receive-
in the Grange, our Patrones Ceres,
teaches us, that no man comes closer
to God in his daily labors, than the
husbandman. Constantly surrounded
by, and, coming continually in con
tact with His beautiful creations we
should let our lives show that we
appreciate our honored position.
Corn she gives us, an emblem of
faith* while Pomona admonishing
us to have faith in God and confi
dence in each other, prompts us to
nurture hope,—the beacon light
4hat guides us in our labors. With
out it life would indeed be dreary,
and this world a barron waste.
Flora offers us Flowers as a trib
ute. They are emblematical of char
ity, and teach us that as their fra
grance fills the whole atmosphere,
and is wafted on the breeze to all
alike, so should we dispense our
charities as freely and as modestly
as the beautiful and fragrant rose
imparts its sweet perfume.
And our Worthy Master presents
to us our working tools all bright
and in perfect order, ready for use,
and with them the “Agate" as an
emblem of Fidelity, to impress up
on our minds the lasting principles of
true manhood. May they be as per
manently impressed as the lasting
colors of the stone, and our friend
ship be as firm and unchangable as
the very stone itself.
These valuable lessons illustrated
as they are by allegorical represen
tations, make upon the thinking
mind an impressiqp that nothing
will ever eradicate, that time itself
will never efface, and if we treasure
them as we should, and profit from
the teachings of our order, observ
ing carefully the tenets of our pro
fession as Grangers and Patrons of
Husbandry,, they will serve to make
us better, and happier in this life,
and do much towards directing our
steps towards that secure ^Haven
where
The wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.
every means to eradicate “ignorance
and superstition,” “men who plow
deep and keep their farrows
straight,” “men, who in deep study
seek truth, and by straight forward
conduct secure esteem,” and, who by
“careful inquiry” remove prejudice,
men who are worthy of joining in
the wdtk of the Harvest, possessing
as laborers, “the qualification of dil
igence,” as “cultivators, faithfulness,’
“as men, honesty and uprightness.’
‘Men who reap for the mind, as well
as the body;” “men who carry out
tile noble principles, inculcated by
our order, of Friendship, Truth and
Charity; men who understand the
right use of God’s blessings; men
who will be faithful in gathering, and
liberal in dispensing; own who can
use the sickle which speaks of peace,
and*prosperity and is the harbinger
of joy. d * ‘
To our visiting Brethren, members
of sister Granges, I extend on be
half of Sandersville Grange of the
Patrons of Husbandry, a cordial
greeting, and with it a Brother’s
hand, and a Brother’s jwelcome. We
invite you .to our Festiyp Board, we
ask you to join with us in the pleas
ures of the day, we welcome you
among us and to our Lodge and ask
you to share the hospitalities of our
Grange. And may our noble order
receive froniPthis, and* similar gath
erings a new impetus. May we go
on increasing in knowledge in num
bers and in usefulness and all receive
at the end of life that welcome
plaudit, “Well done good and faith
ful servant.”
Our order conveys so
of morality and of religion, that all
who enter our sacred precincts should
be tried and true. They should be
ready and willing whenever required
to lend a helping hand Jo the unfor
tunate, to assist him in time of
trouble, to warn him of approaching
danger, to kindly admonish him of
his faults, and aid him in his efforts
at reformation. Patrons of Husband
ry, you have before you a high, and
a noble work, a glorious qjission, and
one too, which you may easily accom
plish, if you will obey the lessons
taught, the maxims uttered, and. the
valuable instructions given in every
degree by the several officers of the
Grange, each of whom has a part-to
perform, and all direct, our minds
and thoughts to the Supreme Master
above, who created this: world of
ours, and who cduseth his sun to
shine on the evil and on the good,
and sendeth his rain upon Ahe just
and on the unjust.
Such are some of the lessons
taught us, ’tis to be hoped they will
do us good.
It is at all times a pleasure for us
to meet our friends. Those whom
we know are good and true. Those
upon whom we feel confident that
we can safety rely, whose word is
their bond, whose, friendship is.pure,
and not to be shaken by the idle
wind of malice, or of envy, or the
iufamous breath of slander, or sus
picion.
Friendship, is a word full of mean
ing, a word sacred and awakening
holy emotions in the heart, stirring
it to its inmost depths. How the
stranger yearns for the sweet solace
of a friendly soul; how glad to meet
a familiar face in. a strange place.
How proud tq meet one of our Mys-
tic Band, who he knows he can hail
as a friend and greet as a brother,
one who he knows will not desert
him. The idea is a pleasant, and a
refreshing one, such Grangers, are
worthy of the name, and I trust all
are ready and willing to aid a stran
ger brother, when in a strange place.
And at this time it ishideed a pleas
ure to us all to see in our Grange
here so many of- our friends from
other sections; it gives us joy to
know, that they with us are united
in one common brotherhood, using
our best endeavors to elevate tire
agriculturalist to his proper level,
to preserve our rights, and prevent
" as cultivators of the
;ed- _ We know
What She Brought from Para
dise.—Woman, thank God! brought
two flowers with her out of Para
dise, which have never left her—
compassion and religion. She is
rarely ever, even in her worst strait,
wrecked on the miserably arid shore
of unbelief. She is not afraid nor
ashamed to pray; thus she has ever
two lodestars to light her in the
darkest night. -So long as she can
love and pray, can help the unfortu
nate and can look upward, she has
a chance against the powers of
darkness. But when we remember
her facility, her impressionable
nature, particularly when we remem
ber youth, and its mistakes and half
perceptions, we ^emble when the
good old garden wall of tradition
and precedent, precaution and pru
dence, watchful guardianship and
monitory voice is removed, and the
flower left to grow up—as in Ameri
ca it too often is—at the .mercy of
wind, and weather. Yet, with her
two “blosoms ofi Paradise” in hpr
hand, the American woman has gen
erally walked safety, securely, and
even sublimely, through this new
and dangerous atmosphere. In no
land is she held -in such romaqtic
esteem. Jn other countries a wo
man alone, especially if young, “is a
target for insult; in America she is
an object of reverence, and her pres
ence, in a crowded^car or theatre
clears the air; seldom does an oath
or a ribald word fall from the lips of
the coarsest man in her-presence.
This is a tribute to her dignity, of
fered with hats ofL by a nation not
distinguished for reverence, but by
a nation who dares to «ay what it
thinks, and says it loudly.—Scribner's
for July. -
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Energy.
It has been said that energy is
the mind’s hammer, hatchet and
plow. It is a goodly weapon to
hammer down all obstacles in the
pathway; it cuts away all difficul
ties; it plows the roughest soil.—
Did ever a nation achieve renown
without energy? W&s there ever
a person of notewho was not ener
getic? No* the attainment of em
inence is only reached by diligent
study, close observation and un
wavering energy. He who has a,
thirst lor knowledge and resolves
in the-language of t|ie good old Bo-
man adage to “findA way or make
it,” will be sure to succeed, in any
undertaking. He has the will—the
way will be found. Look at that
man in the pursuit of “worldly
wealth.” He pauses not to consid
er his own enpyment or ease, but
is straining every nerve to obtain
that .boon which his heart is set
Upon. „
Energy is the key to success. I’
unlocks the secret of heroic deed
of those great and grand ones, whose
names are illustrious upon the page;
of history, as Longfellow expresse;
it, have left their “foot-prints on tin
sands of time.” Energy is firm. I
shrinks not from labor; it faints no
at danger. The irresolute may af
ter a few attempts give up in despair
but not so with the energetic man
He will labor and persevere unti
his efforts are crowned with sue
‘good, men
and true who plant only good seed,”
“whose blows with the axe are stur
dy and true, and who endeavor by
The Lodge’s Private Closet.
The Lodge of I. O. O. F., at Wood-
stown, determined to have their
lodge-room done up clean and nice,
and it was resolved unanimously
that Mrs. K. should be employed to
do the job.
After the meeting adjourned, the
guardian, who knew the inquisitive
character of Mrs. K., procured a
billy goat and placed him in a closet
which was kept as areservoirfor the
secret things. He then informed the
lady of the wishes of the lodge, and
requested her to come early next
morning as he then would be at leisure
to show her what was and what wa3
not to be done. Morning came, and
with itjttrs. K., with her broom,
brushes, pails, tubs, etc., prepared
armed for the job, and found
ie guardian waiting for hbr.
“Npw, madam,” said he. ‘Til telf
you what we want done, and how
we came to employ you. The broth
ers said it it was difficult to get any
body to do the job, and not to med
dle with the secrets in that little
closet; we have lost the key and
cannot find it to lock the door. I
assured them that you could be de
pended on.”
“Depended on!” said she, “I guess
I can. My poor dead and gone hus
band, who belonged to the Free
Mhsons, or Anti-Masons, I don’t
know which, used to tell me all the
secrets of the concern, and when he
showed me all the marks the grid
iron made when he was initiated,
and told me how they fixed poor Mor
gan, I never told a living soul to this
day. If fiobody troubles your closet
to find out your secrets till I do,
they’ll lay there till they rot—they
“I thought so,” Said the guardian,
“and now I want you to commence
in that comer, and give the .room a
decent cleaning, and I have pledged
my word and honor for the fidelity
of your promise; now don’t go into
that closet,” and theq left the lady
to herself.
No sooner had she heard the sound
of his foot on the last step of the
stairs than she exclaimed, “Don’t
go into that closet! I’ll warrant there
is a gridiron, or some nonsense, just
like the anti-masons for all thd
world, I’Ul be bound. I will just
take a peep, and nobody will be any
the wiser, as I can keep it to my
self.”* *
Suiting the action to the word,
she stepped lightly to the forbidden
close?—turned the button—which
was no sooner done, than bah! went
the billy-goat, with a spring to re
gain his liberty, which came near
upsetting her ladyship. Both studi
ed to ^ie door, but it was filled with
implements farmhouse cleaning, and
all were swept clear from their posi
tion down to the bottoin of the
stairs.” • ‘ .
.The noise and confusion occasion
ed by such an unceremonious, coming
down stairs, drew half the town to
witness Mrs. IL’s efforts to get from
the pile of pails, tubs,. brooms and
brushes into the street.
Who should be first to the spot
but the rascally door-keeper, who,
after releasing the goat, which was
a cripple for life, and uplifting the
rubbish that bound the good woman
to earth, anxiously inquired if she
had been taking the degrees!
* “Taking the degrees !” exclaimed
the lady. *Tf you call tumbling from
the top to the bottom of the stairs,
Scared .to death, taking things by
degrees, I have them, and if you
frighten folks as you have’ me, and
hurt them to boot, I’ll warrant they’ll
make as qrach noise as I did.”
“I hope yon did not open thecloset,
madam,” said the'door-keeper.
The Oprse of Drink.
“The appetite for strong drink in
man has spoiled the life of more wo
men—ruined more hopes for them,
scattered more fortunes for them,
brought to them more sorrow, shante
and hardship—than any other evil
that lives. The country numbers
tens—nay, hundreds of thousands—
of women who are widows to-day,
and sit in hopeless weeds, because
their husbands have been slain by
strong drink. There are hundreds
of thousands of homes scattered over
the land, in which women live lives
of torture, going through all the
changes of suffering that lie between
the extremes of fear and despair,
because those whom they love, love
wine better than they do the women
"they have sworn to love. There are
women by thousands who dread to
hear at th§ door the step that onca
thrilled them with pleasure, because
that step lias learned to reel under
the influence of the seductive poi
son. There’ are women groaning
with pain, while we write these
words, from bruises and brutalities
inflicted by husbands made mad by
drink. There can be no exaggera
tion in any statement in regard to
this matter, because no human im
agination can create anything worse
than the truth, and no pen is capa
ble of portraying the truth. The
sorrows and horrors of a wife with a
drunken husband, or a mother with
a drunken son, are as near the real
ization of hell as can be reached in
this world at least. The shame, the
indignation, the sorrow, and the
sense of disgrace for herself and her
children, the .poverty, and not un-
frequentiy the beggary—the fear and
the fact of violence, the lingering,
life-long, struggle and despair of
countless women with drunken hus
bands, are enough to make all wo
men curse wine, and engage united
ly to oppose it everywhere as the
worst enemy of their sex.”'—Dr.
Holland.
> . ♦»<
“No mere Jacobs.”
A good story about sermonsis told
John Miller Ross, formerly
by
story
Miller Ross, formerly of
Edinburgh, now pastor of the Chal
mers Presbyterian church, Manches
ter, England. The pastor of a large
Edinburgh church being unexpected
ly called away three Sabbaths, was
unable to do better than engage, as
his supply a young student from the
university. Knowing the high stand
ard of his people, and fearing the
weakness of .the student, he told him
he had laid upon his study-table
’three of his own earlier sermons,
never preached to that people, and
that he was welcome to make any
use of them he pleased. On the
first Sibbath morning the young
minister looked the sermon over,
and being much delighted with one
on the text, “Jacob was a plain man,
dwelling in tents,” Gen. 25: 27, re
solved, in accordance with the hopes
of the absent pastor, to preach it
instead of bis own. The people
were much delighted, and not a lit
tle surprised, Jo get such good food
from the youpg minister, who leaving
the sermon where he found it, went
his way to return, as he supposed,
and take another from,the same pile
the next Sabbath. Alas! as Scot
land’s Burns bemoans, so did it be
fall our young Scotlander, who; being
sick, was in his turn obliged to pro
cure a substitute, to whom he forgot
to mention the three sermons. They,
however, attracted the eye, and won
a careful perusal of the second sup
ply, who unconsciously acquiescing
in the wise judgment of his prede
cessor, announced to an appreciative
audience the text, “Jacob was a
plain man, dwelling in tents.” Quite
pleased with the sensation whichJhe
Affliction.—Our blessings, lik
our children, are not bom withon
pangs. Like roses upon thorns, th
rarest virtues grow out of the shar;
afflictions of Ydp.—Randall.
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WO’
yo
Id have
own business, if yo •
business mind yor.
, never! I’ll never go.
nor your hall npther—if J. can pre
vent it, no lacty shall ever join the
Odd Fellows. Why, I’d sooner be
a Free Mason, and De broiled on a
gridiron as long as fire could be kept
under it, and pulled from garret to
cellar with a halter, in a pair of old
breeches and sKpfiers, just as my.
poor husband was; he lived over it,
but I never could outlive such an
other ride as I took to-day.”
“Open the closet! lEve ate the^ perceived*he had* made, the young
apple she was fprbidden! If you 1 i—* ’
want a woman to do anything, tell
her not to do it, and she’ll do it cer
tain. J could not stand the tempta
tion. The secret, was there. I want
ed to know it. I opened’ the door,
and out popped the taroal * critter
right into my face. I thought I was
a goner, and I broke for the stairs,
with Satan butting meat every jump
—I fell over the tub, and got down
the stairs as you found us, all in a
heap.” *i
“But; madam,” said the door
keeper, “you are in possession of
the great secret of the order, and
you must go up and be initiated in
tiie regular way.”
» “Regular way!” exclaimed the
lady, “and do you suppose I am go
ing through the taroal place again,
and ride that ere critter without a
bridle or a lady’s saddle? No, never!
I don’t want nothing to do with that
man that rides it. I’d look nice
perched on a billy-goat, wouldn’t I?
No,
placed the sermon and de-
. Yet another substitute; on
theihird Sabbath, following in* the
footsteps of those who had gone be
fore; again pronounced as bis sab- ,
feet, “Jacotrwas a plain man, dwell
—” wheii he was silenced by an old
woman, who rose near the desk, ex
claiming in broadest Scbtch: “Awa*
with y’r Jacobs—w’ll ha’ no more of
y’r Jacobs !* »
Hair Cloth.—Hair cloth is made
from tke hair of horses’ tails, which
is brought, some bf it from South
America, but more from Russia. In
the latter country it is collected at
the fairs of Nizni, Novgorod and
Ishbilt. It is of all shades of color,
and for use is dyed black. Tim
poorest quality sells for about fifty
cents a pound; the best for four
dolors, the price rapidly increasing
as the length exceeds twenty-four
inches. In the fabrication of hair
cloth,the hair is wet with water, and
when well soaked is put in the loom
to be woven with a cotton warp.
The weaving mechanism is so per
fect in its operation that if one of
thehairs forming the weft is missed,
the device acting upon it continues
to work Until it has grasped it, all
other parts of the machine standing
stilL
Sound travels almost four times
as rapidly through water as through
air.
