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YOL. II. SANDERSVILLE. GEORG IA, AUGUST 1, 1873. "NO. 5. }. SI. G. MEDLOCK. JETHBO IELINE. B. L. EODGEBS. By Medlock, ArHne & Rodgers. The Hebaud is publislied in Sandersville, 3a., every Friday morning. Subscription nice TWO DOLLARS per annum. Advertisements inibrted at the nsnal rates. No charge for publishing marriages or leaths. 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. - » ■— ■ < 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. —* v '' 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.