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YOL. II. SANDERSVULLE, GEORGIA, AUGUST 29, 1873. NO. 9. I. M. G. MEDLOCK. JETHBO ARLINE. B. L. BODGEES. By yictlloclc, Arliue A Rodgers. The Herald is published in Sandersville, Ga.. every Friday morning. Subscription price TWO DOLLARS per annum. Advertisements inserted at the usual rates. No charge for publishing marriages or deaths. POETRY. Lines Dedicated to one who can best understand. ET C***” S. 8*****’*. “And yet it is for gold I go, And yet it is for fame, That they may deck another brow, And grace another name, darling. And graco another name." *** Ah ! little know you of my heart To dream that wealth or fame Could make me prouder of your love, Or prouder of your name. I’ve nothing but a faithful heart, Dear one, to oiler thee, And thine, with such a world of love, Is wealth enough for me. What care I for the heartless throng Who bow at fashion’s shrine ? I only ask thy love, dear one, And well I know ’tis mine. I do not usk for pomp or gold, Nor do I seek for fame,— I'm happy darling in thy love, And proud to bear thy name. 0! bright would bo the rudest spot. If vou were by my side; Contented I would share my lot, Should good or ill betide. With hearts so worm, and love so true, We’ll share life’s storms together; ’Twill be all sunshine in the heart, No matter what the weather. 0! I would scorn a thousand worlds, Such heartless ones as this, To know and feel that thou art mine, And I am thine—O, bliss ! And I would welcome any fate, If you were by my side. I'm happy, darling, in thy love, And proud to be thy bride. Ah. yes. “there are deep passions Within this heaving breast, To scorn their heartless fashions, And wed whom I love best.” Then, dearest, seek not pomp nor golp. That they may grace my name; I’m prouder of thy honest love, ’Tis more to me than fame ! Savannah, Ga. SELECT MISCELLANY. ADDRESS, By Dr. II. N. HoUifidd, before the Ohoopce.- Sabbath School, delivered August 22,1873. It is with pleasure that I greet the children of the Ohoopie Sunday School, and it is at the earnest re quest of your esteemed and able Pastor, Brother Hyman, that I have consented to address you. And will, for a little while, endeavor to inter est, instruct, and amuse you, and if I succeed in accomplishing either the one or the other, I shall be amply repaid. Your smiling, happy faces betoken the joy that fills your hearts, and carries me back to my boyhood days, when, like you, I was a Sunday School scholar. The thoughts are pleasant ones, and I; delight to dwell upon the happy re miniscences of by-gone days. Tis here in the Sunday school that woman does so much, she who was God’s last, but best gift to man. Woman is not as a pretty figure, placed on earth for ornament only, as a lovely flower to heighten the complexion of nature, and make her charming to the eye, but she is here to fill her own noble sphere as moth er, and as wife, as sister, as daughter and exerts upon man through life a feeling of refinement. She softens his heart, ennobles his soul, awakens his finer emotions, and draws him nearer to his God. Tis her presence that makes our firesides cheerful, and homes happy, and man content ed. She is a kind and careful nurse, a calm and judicous adviser, a re liable friend, a sweet compaion, and an efficient teacher in the Sunday school where we always find her ready, and willing, assisting in the Delightful Avork, young souls to win, And tin'll the rising race, From the deceitful paths of sin; To seek redeeming Grace. Children, their kind protection claim; And God will well approve, When Infants, learn to lisp his name &nd teachers their Redeemer’s love. Be our’s the bliss in wisdoms ways To guide untutored youth, And show the mind which went astray; The way, the light, the Truth. I love the Sunday school. I love it for it for itself. I love' it for the good it does. I love it for the les sons of virtue, of morality, and of re ligion, which are there inculcated. I love it because there we are instruct ed in God’s Holy word. To “Re member the Sabbath day, and keep it Holy,” is one of the earliest les sons taught, and our minds are con tinually impressed with the first great Commandment of promise, “Honor thy Father, and thy Mother, that thy days may be long in the land, which the Lord thy God giveth thee.” Ye3 dear Sabbatli sebool I love tbee, Here I meet with friends most dear, None to scorn, or feel above me None to dread with slavish fear. It was at home I was first taught to lo\e it, at home where we learn to appreciate a mother’s sacred love a father’s kind affection. When we look back through the dim vista of the past, it is an easy matter for us to recall our sainted mother. How she cared for us, when we were unable to care for ourselves, taught us to walk, and how to talk, taught us to kneel, and our infant lips to pray, and sought by precept, and by example, to lead us in the narrow way, in the straight path that leads to life eternal, showed us that true Religion was essential to man’s happiness, and “never was designed to make our pleasures less.” My young friends you are wanting in years, and in experience, but ere long you will, by the lapse of time and the changes which it brings, be called upon to take your place upon the stage of life, where every man is an actor. You will have to partici pate in all the strife incidental there to. Your kind, and loving mother, your affectionate and indulgent fath er, and the kind friends who now cluster around you, will all be gone. Their souls will have been called to the spirit world, and you will occu py their positions. While youth lasts, and opportuni ties offer, you must endeavor to ob tain knowledge. The positions of honor, and of trust in the church, in the State, and at home, now occu pied by your seniors, will before long be occupied by you. Upon 3'oui shoulders will rest all the res ponsibility. Seek then every oppor tunity for the acquirement of knowl edge. Seek for that -wisdom, which cometh from above, v’hich will ena ble you to discharge the duties in cumbent upon you, with honor to yourselves, and to the advantage of your fellow men. This is worthy of every effort of your mind, of the highest aspirations of your souls, for our country is indeed a godly soil. t By deep study you mayipossibly be able to avert some of the evils with which our land is threatened. By integrity of purpose and honest intentions you may prevent her ruin, and the foundations of our govern ment from being broken up, as was ancient Rome, W’hich was once a mighty power, but her great men have long since passed away, and the ruins of her gorgeous palaces only remain to remind the passing traveller, that he stands upon the spot where the world’s great Philos ophers have trod. The place from whence w T ent forth those deep cur rents of ancient literature, that have done so much to adorn and elevate the character of man. Were we there in that far-famed country, perchance our eye might rest upon the mouldering remains of some magnificent temple, where once was offered up the most devout in cense, where the Gods of the idola- tors were so often implored to save the city. But these werejof no avail. The necessities of her existence were the elements of her decay, end she has long since passed away. In the height of her ambition her down ward course was rapid and unavoid able. The causes of her ruin will, I hope, never cause the ruin of our own happy land, That land which we love, of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven and all the world beside. With its lofty mountains, its trees, shrubs, its hills and vales, its broad and placid streams, upon w’hose sur face glide a thousand sails. A Mis sissippi, winding on its devious way; a Niagara’s foaming cataract,.rush ing along with maddened speed, pouring its waters, in a shapeless mass, adown the rugged precipiece, they all proclaim a mighty Master’s hand. One, who can create, and can destroy. Tis to Him we should look in time of trouble, for He hath said, “come unto me, all ye that are weary and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” We are placed on earth for a special purpose, we remain for a little while, and then pass away like foot prints in the sands of time; we fulfill our destiny, then pay the debt of nature, and in a few short years, we will have been forgotten, scenes which once knew us, will know us no more forever, we go we know not where, we go to that undiscovered country from whence no traveller ever returns. Let us then try to be ready to go, when we are called. Let us have faith in God, hope in immortality, and charity to all mankind. Let Temperance, be one of our cardinal virtues. Let Truth mark every word, and act, and thought of ours. Let Honesty be the policy whieh shall guide us through life. Let us do as we would be done by, loving our neighbor as ourselves. It is a difficult task ; but, one if accomplished will result to us in untold good; all this is taught us in the Sunday school, where we con gregate every Lord’s day. How pleas ant it is to meet each other there. Tn years gone by, how many happy- hours have we spent there, and how anxiously we looked forward to each return, and if a seat in our class was vacant, how anxiously would we in quire the cause. If our class mate was sick, how sorry we were. We would visit him, wait upon him, min ister to his necessities, and tell him the news from the outside world in which we knew he felt interested. One, we remember well, the brightest and most promising boy among us. Consumption seized up on, and death soon claimed him for his own. We loved our friend, and we cherish his memory. We saw his bright eye grow dim, his cheek become pale, we saw him die, his body cold, stiff, and motionless. His spirit left its frail tenement of clay, and nothing remained behind but the worthless casket, which mourning friends consigned to the silent grave, and the ominous, sad and awful sound of the cold earth, as it rattled upon the coffin lid, still rings in my ears, together with the impressive words of the officiating servant of the liv ing God, “Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” But we believe our friend had put his house in or der, was ready to give an account of his stewardship, and was willing to ■go. We are here to prepare ourselves to die, to get ready to make the jour ney across the river of life, to the mansions of eternal rest, and in the Sunday school we learn the lessons, and receive the instruction that shall he of service to us while on the jour ney. Here we learn that “Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long,” For “This world is all a fleeting show For man’s illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, There is nothing true but Heaven, And false the light on glory plume, As fading hues of even, And love and hope and beauty’s bloom, As blossoms gathered for the tomb, There is nothing bright but heaven.” The Holy Bible, which we study in the Sunday school, is a his tory, true and sacred. It teaches much, for it is a history. How many foolish tales, and idle dreams, mere phantoms of the brain, would we believe, if history did not open her useful page, and sever truth from fic tion. Oh, liow often would vain tradi tion, with her hundred mouths, prate forth her nonsense, giving the high name of power divine, to senseless blocks and stones. How often would we bend, with zeal misplac’d, To molten idols, as to Providence,or vainly think, That in the Empyreal Heaven gods lived, Whose lives were patterns but of vice and folly By our gross conceptions formed. But thanks to History, we have a sacred Book, which better points the way to future bliss. "We have a book, by inspration penned, which tells our grevious fall, but tells us too the clemency Divine, that raises man, transgressing man, to realms of end less joy, and names the easy terms, a virtuous fife. This is the highest, this the noblest good, we gain from History. The sacred Book we study in the Sunday school, it is the best Histo ry of the world in ages past, of its creation, of its destruction by the flood, of Noah’s preservation, and the saving of his family, and two of all the animals of the earth, and birds of the air, in the Ark. In it we learn of the birth of our Saviour, of his life, of his crucifixion and death, his resurrection and ascen sion, and his promises to us in the world to come.—Let us study it and try to profit by its teachings. It will teach us lessons in morality. It will teach us what is due from man to man. It will teach us to despise all fortunes wrongs. It will teach us how to five and how to die. It will tend to meloriate both head and heart, and make us hopeful candi dates for a home in heaven, for a home among the angels. Sunday Schools, are of great im portance in training the young, and teaching them to avail themselves of every opportunity that occurs of honoring him to whom they are in debted for all the noble faculties of their nature. The sense of sight, the sense of touch, the sense of hear ing, the sense of tasting, the sense of smelling, and the light of reason. These all serve to render us happy, and make us capable of enjoying the good things of life, and the manifold blessings which the Great Giver of all things sees fit to bestow upon man. In the Sunday school is imparted a virtuous and religious education, and as Hilarius, the Hermit of the Nare, writes in one of his letters. “I am fully confident the divine law, as promulgated by the doctrines our blessed Redeemer, is deeply im pressed in indellible characters on your minds and hearts, for be as sured, that without religion, and a firm reliance on Divine Providence, and the merits of our Redeemer, there can be no virtue, and without virtue there can be no true happiness, either in this life, or the life that is to come.” Let your first consideration there fore, be to obtain virtue, and her practice, and you will be truly good, for believe me, a really virtuous man will blush as much to commit sin in a wilderness, as in a great city, and be fore the whole world. It is easy to continue good and virtuous, but very hard to become so. You must there fore strive hard to climb the hill on the summit of which the Temple of Virtue is placed, andremember, once in possession of her she is yours for ever. Virtue will make you noble, without the aid of birth; it will give you position, without the aid of wealth; it is virtue only, that is true nobility. Virtue stands in need of nothing but herself, to render man illustrious, in this life, and glorious after death. Gray hairs alone cannot procure respect unless accompanied by a well spent life. An honest, virtuous man lives not to the world, but to his own con science. He, like the planets above, frequently steers a course contrary to that of the world, he looks upon the whole earth as his country, the people, as his Br -.t'irep, and God as * the best Judge of his words, and actions. He so governs his life, and thoughts as though the whole human race were to see the one, and read the other. Crimes, though they be secret, can never be secure, nor does it avail the offender to conceal from others what he is unable to conceal from himself. If I do nothing but what is honest, let all the world know it; if otherwise, what does it signify for no body to know it, so long as I know it myself. Sin is its own torment, and the fear of vengeance pursues those who es cape the stroke of it. So repugnant is vice to nature, that she seems to have erected in the conscience of the wicked, punishments worse than the rack or the gallows; for he who is guilty of any enormous sin, lives in perpetual terror, and while he ex pects to be punished, really punishes himself, and who ever is conscious of having merited it, lives in continual expectation of receiving his deserts; though not detected, is apprehensive of being so. True peace of mind, therefore, which is the foundation of all happiness, can only proceed from an innocent and virtuous life. Look into the state of vicious man, and the canker of his heart will be visi ble, through all the false and dazzling splendor of greatness and foriune, for a wicked man can never be hap py, nor a virtuous man miserable. Human nature is indeed depraved, and mankind seems to have entered into a sort of confederacy against virtue; according to the commerce of the world, it seems dangerous to be honest, and only profitable to be A’icious. We live, it is to be feared, in the rust of an iron age. Piety and religion are in exile, integrity gone, and many other essential and flour ishing virtues cut off. It is virtue only that renders the mind invincible, and, places us out of the reach of fortune, though per haps not out of the malice of it. When Zeno was told that all his goods were destroyed by water, he said, “Fortune hath a mind to make of me a Philosopher.” Nothing, can be above him, who is above for tune. No infelicity can make a wise man quit his ground. True happiness, so much desired by all, and which the world is con tinually in search of, is but seldom obtained. It is not to be expected always to follow worldly wealth and honors, or to be found in the veins of the earth, where we dig for gold, or in the depths of the sea, where we fish for pearis, but it is always to be found in a pure and virtuous mind. True virtue pursues the same in variable course in light and in dark ness, in secret and in public, in pros perity and in adversity, in riches and in poverty, in the palatial mansion and in the cottage. Let, therefore, integrity be your guide, and virtue the burden of your soul. Life is short and transient, the tenure we have of it, uncertain and precarious, and the period will shortly come, when perhaps we least expect it, that will render all our riches, honors, learning and abilities, of no avail. Oar -best friends for sake us, and the world, with all of its glories vanish like a vapor.— In that hour virtue alone can de fend us. Obtain her for your friend, for she will be a more powerful sup port than an army with bankers, and greater wealth than millions of gold. Under her protection you may be certain of eternal happiness, here and hereafter, and bid defiance to the crush of nature and the wreck of worlds. When the Inst Trumpet’s awful voice, This Tending earth shall shake,— When opening graves shall yield their charge And dust to life awake. Let virtue exert her joyful voice, And then in triumph sing; Oh grave, where is thy victory ? And where, oh death! thy sting? The largest farm in England is 3,000 acres in extent, and in its cul tivation the “four course” system is adopted, 750 acres being devoted to wheat, 750 to barley and oats, 750 to seeds, beans and peas, and 750 to roots. The live stock is valued as follows: Sheep, §35,000; horses, $15,000 ; bullocks, $12,000, and pigs, $2,500. The artificial fertilizers used annually amounted to $8,000, and the entire cost of manures is $15,- 000. The oil cake and com produced annually amount to $20,000. The yield of the sheep sells for $20,000 and this animal is the most profita ble stock kept. Letter from Imliau Springs. Indian Springs, Aug. 18,1873. Editors Herald: In accordance with my promise, made in my last communication, I again write you from this pleasant retreat. Leaving home on the morning of the 6th inst., I arrived at station No. 9|, C. R. R., about one o’clock, P. M., where I had the pleasure of waiting five long hours for the ar rival of the up passenger train. The Superintendent of the Central Rail road, in order to more effectually stop the train on his road, having taken off both day trains. At six o’clock I got aboard the train, for Macon, and as long as day light lasted, I saw along the road better crops than I ever saw before at the same time of the year, but none better than the crops of my own wire-grass county—in fact the crops there average better than any I have seen since I left home. As night came on, I became anx ious about my supper, and inquired of the Conductor, at what point we would find the supper house, when he politely informed me that there was no supper house on the road. But his courteous answer did not turn away my wrath, for the loss of supper. As I arrived at Macon, at II o’clock P. M., and found the Res taurants all closed, and of course got nothing to eat till 7 o’clock next morning. Now it seems to me that if the Superintendent of this road had re ally designed to cut off its trains from his road, that he could not have adopted a better course than this outrageous schedule. The Agent at informed me that he had resign ed the agency of the Express Com pany, on account of the present schedule, as it required him to be up nearly all night, and that many other Agents on the road had also resigned for the same reason. I de sired to express a small sum of money, but could not be accommo dated, I then asked the Agent, who is also Post Master, to register a letter, and I would send the money that way, but he said that he had no registered envelopes and could not do it, I then asked him to sell me some postage stamps and I would mail the letter, but he had no post age stamps on hand—and this is a common complaint, although the law requires Post Masters to register letters whenever requested to do so, they refuse to order the envelopes and seals, in order to have an ex cuse that will save them from the trouble of registering. But the old idea, that office holders were the servants of the people, is now fully exploded, and from “United States” Grant down to the Petty Post Mas ters, they consider themselves our masters. On my arrival at Macon, I went to the Brown House, where I re ceived very polite attention from the servants, but was ushered into the most miserable room in the house, where the musquitoes, too numerous to mention, regaled me with their incessant music and blood sucking till morning, when the further pleas ure of sitting down to a breakfast table, minus the breakfast, awaited me. Leaving Macon at 9 o’clock A. M. after a three hours ride on the Ma con & Western R. R., I arrived at Forsyth, distant thirty miles, where I found the Hack waiting to take me to the Springs, and at five o’clock the driver drew up in front of the “Elder House,” and George Elder, with his ever present smile, gave mo a cordial greeting. I have now been here ten days, and feel that my health is considerably improved. Visitors are arriving and others de parting daily, and there are at pres ent about sixty at this house. I shall leave here for home next Friday, the 22nd inst. Yours truly, C Worth Knowing. Few people perhaps are aware that, by the law of the State a party renting a house for twelve months is compelled to pay the rent for that entire time, although the house should catch fire and burn to the ground in a week after his taking possession as tenant. We heard (3 two instances yesterday where the question came up, a party in each contending that the rent could not be recovered under the circumstance mentioned. In one the gentlemen so holding was so satisfied in regard to his position that he made a bet of one hundred dollars to five that he was right. The matter was re ferred to a lawyer, and of course de cided against the party betting the hundred dollars. In the other a gen tleman, while heartily admitting the iapt, contended that if a note stipu lated that it was given “for value re ceived in house rent,” the amount which it represented could not be recovered if the house for the rent of which it was given burned down before the tenant had occupied it the stipulated time. The bet in this in stance was somewhat smaller than the other, being only a couple of watermelons. The question was re- ; ferred to a prominent lawyer, who decided that under the law the ten ant would have to pay the full amount of the rent, notwithstanding the clause in the note, above stated. The language of the Code of Geor gia is very plain upon the point. The following is the section: Sec. 2267. The destruction of a tenement by fire, or the loss of pos session by any casualty not caused by the landlord, or from default of his title, shall not abate the rent con tracted to be paid. The reports of the Supreme Court of Georgia contain a number of de cisions upon this point. In one case carried up, a young man in Savan nah had rented a room for a year in a building which caught fire and was destroyed. The young man was very active in saving shelving and other things attached to the freehold, but his landlord, notwithstanding, claimed the rent agreed to be paid by him for the entire year. The young man refused to pay it, was sued by his landlord, the case tried in the Superior Court, and after wards carried up to the Supreme Court, which rendered a decision in the landlord’s favor.—Chron. & Sen. Clay’s District. Clay’s District, August 1873. Editors Herald:—I notice in your issue of August 1st, the opening of “Pleasant Grove School,” and its supension for the purpose of enlarg ing the building. The addition to the old building is now completed, and the school in successful operation under the tuition of Capt. D. A. Green. There is at this time near ly fifty pupils and more are expected. The building is now sufficently large to accommodate seventy or eighty pupils. Too much praise can not be given to the trustees and patrons of Pleasant Grove for their prompt and energetic action, who, seeingthe great necessity of making further additions to their building, went to remedy the deficency at once,not with standing the great pressure of farm work which demanded all their time and labor. I of course tip my hat, and bid them God speed in their noble work. Such a spirit will build up institutions over the country, and put within the reach of every man, the facility of educating his sons and daughters. All seem to have awakened to the importance of estab lishing and sustaining a first class school in this vicinity. The trustees, patrons, and friends of Pleasant Grove will spare no time, energy, or means in their power to make it a first class school, and to merit a lib eral patronage. They have long felt the great necessity of establishing such a school in this section, and they have gone to work with a deter mination to be no longer hewers of wood, and drawers of water for other sections and other institutions. There is no section of country within the scope of the writers knowledge, that is better capacitated to sustain a first class school than the neighbor hood of Pleasant Grove. My friends let me say to you, continue your exer tions. May you never become luke warm or indifferent in the cause of education, but exert your every effort, and the day will not be far distant when you can boast of your insti tution, and will be proud of your efforts. Thereof course must be unity of action and cooperation amongyour selves. Work together, think for your own and each others interest, for in union there is strength, in separation weakness and failure. Work togeth- for the common good of all, and by your united efforts and influence you can and will make Pleasant Grove an Institution worthy the pat ronage of a generous and apprecia tive public. Continue to roll the ball my friends. Do not become weary in well doing. Do not be come discouraged. Dispise not the days of small things, for great and noble enterprises are not the results of an hour’s or a day’s labor, but the results of indomitable energy and perseverence. Let the obligntion which devolves upon you as parents, guardians, and good citizens .sink deep in your hearts. Your business is improvement in all things, let this age be an ageof improvement. And' now while you are in the midst of peace and prosperity may you ad vance the cause of education. De- velope the resources of your land, call forth its powers, build up insti tutions, and you will have the conso lation of knowing that you have done your duty to society, to pos terity, to your country, and to your God. Cultivate a spirit of harmony, in pursuing the great object which you%duty points out to you, and it will prove to be like bread cast up on the water, to be gathered up in days to come. But I am trespassing upon your columns. More anon. Brushy Creek. Good character is like stock in trade—the more a man has, the greater his ficilities for adding to it. The three things most difficult, are, to keep a secret, to forget an injury, and to make good use of leisure. A Reminiscence at General Lee. All the touching little incidents, which perhaps as much as his glo rious military reputation endeared the grand Southern chieftain to his army will probably never become known to the world, but their mem ory will ever remain green and hal lowed in the hearts of those who were directly interested in them. One of these incidents which show- ed conclusively the noble and unos tentatious character of Lee and his tender Jatherly solicitude for his men, was related to us yesterday by a gen tleman of this city, an officer in the Virginia army during the war. A soldier in the command of this offi cer called on him one day and stated that he had received a letter from his wife, informing him of her illness and that he desired, therefore, to go home for a few days. He requested the officer to make out an application for furlough and send it up to the proper quarters. The officer replied that he felt assured that such an ap plication w’ould be perfectly useless, as peremptory orders declaring that no more furloughs would be issued at that juncture had been issued from headquarters. The soldier, there fore, gave up the idea of making ap plication through the regular chan nels, but announced his determina tion to write a private letter to Gen. Lee himself. This determination he actually carried out. The letter was written and sent through the medi um of a negro to Gen. Lee. Next day the soldier received a reply, a letter written by the chieftain him self, couched in simple but tender and beautiful language. The grand old hero wrote to the private soldier altogether without restraint. He expressed sympathy for him in re gard to his wife’s sickness, and re gretted that at that particular time it would be impossible to grant the furlough. As soon, however, as cir cumstances would permit, an appli cation from the soldier for leave of absence would be approved. The soldier carried the letter in triumph to our informant, grasping it with an air of indescribable pride: “I would rather have that letter,” said he, “than a thousand furloughs.” We have no doubt that he has it preserved to* this day, a precious lieir-loom to be handed down to his children. Many men “clothed with a little brief authority” would have treated the poor soldier’s letter with disdain. But Lee’s was a soul grand in all its attributes, and a soldier fighting the battles of his country, however low might be his station, was “a man for a’ that” in his eyes. The incident we have narrated above is a true one in all respects, and came within the personal knowl edge, as we stated in the premises, of a gallant Confederate officer from this city.—Ex. The Stolen Batter. In a village on the Lower Rhine, one cold, snowy night, an innkeeper, named Michel, saw the only custom er who still remained in his house approach the shelf on which the butter was kept, take up rather more than half a pound of it, and hide it slyly in his cap. “Stay a minute or two longer, 'Jacques,” said Michel. The thief had not reckoned upon this, but he thought a refusal might excite suspicion. The innkeeper forced him to sit down near the stove. ‘We will make a good fire, Jacques,’ he said, as he heaped the fagots in to the stove. ‘Warm yourself well,/ my good fellow.’ / The thief, already beginning to feel the butter melt upon his hair, got up quickly, saying that he was obliged to return. ‘Nonsense! You are making such a droll face, one would think you were frightened at something,’ said Michel. ‘Here is some bread, Jacques; you can put some butter to it yourself. It is quite fresh; I have several pounds up there. How do you generally melt your butter ?’ inquired Michel, in the most inno cent way in the world. Jacques began to perceive that he ■was caught. Drop by drop the melt ed butter began to flow down from underneath his cap, all along his face, and his handkerchief was quite soaked through with it. ‘It is icy cold to-night;’ observed the innkeeper, ‘and yet you appear to be hot. Why don’t you take off your cap ? Come, let me hang it up for you on this nail.’ ‘No, no!’ cried the guilty fellow at last—for his speech had suddenly returned to him—as he held his cap with both hands. ‘Let me go; I must go, indeed. I do not feel at all comfortable here.’ This pressing down of the soft, melting butter, caused a greasy stream to flow down the robber’s face. ‘Well, if you will go, I sha’n’t keep you back any longer. Good-aight, Jacques. I hope you will sleep well,’ said Michel. When Jacques Was outside, he added, ‘The fun you have given me is well worth the but ter you stole from me. This time we are quits, neighbor; but learn to be an honest man in future.”—Methodist