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, G . MEDLOCK. JETHRO AKLINE. K, L. EODttEKS. 13 v yScdlocU. Arliwc X Rodgers. The Herald is published in Sandersville, of f-.:rv Friday morning. Subscription '.j,.',. TWO HOLLARS per annum. 1 Advertisements inserted at the usual rates. charge i'oi publishing marriages or deaths. POETRY, Lines Froau (itc German. Since thy Father’s arm sustains thee, Peaceful be; AVI', n a chastening hand restrains thee, It is He. ]< n0 v.- Tlis love in full completeness v;;is the measure of thy weakness: If thy spirit suiter sore, Trust Him more. AYitUouTmurmur, uncomplaining, In His hand L.,v whatever things thou canst not. Understand, Though the world thy folly spurneth, Frmu'thy faith in pity turneth, peace thy inmost soul shall till, Lying still. Like an infant, if thou thinkest Thou canst stand, Childlike, proudly pushing back The offered hand, Courage soon is changed to fear, Strength doth feebleness appear. In His love if thou abide, He will guide. Fcarcst sometimes that thy Farther Hath forgot ? AYhen the clouds around thee gather, Doubt Him not. Always bath the daylight broken— Always hath IDs comfort spoken— Better hath He been for years Than thy fears. Therefore whatsoe’er betidetli, Night or day— Know His love for thee provideth Good alway. Crown of sorrow gladly take, Greatful wear it for His sake, Sweetly bending to His will, Lying still. To IIis own tbe Saviour givetb Daily strength; To each troubled soul that liveth, Peace at length. Weakest lambs have largest share Of this tender Shepherd’s care; Ask Him not, then, “When? or “How? Onlv bow. SELECT MISCELLANY. DAISY; OR THE INFANT HEROINE. An Incident of the Seminole War. BY .TAXES STURGIS BAYARD. It was a smootli little grove in a somewhat hilly district, with a dry swamp on one side and a forest on the other, where Captain Richard Wade halted his command for the the night. They had been out on a reconnoisance, and had penetrated farther into the enemy’s country than they intended, rendnng it impossi ble for them to rejoin the main army under General Jessup befoie the close of another day. Singularly enough they had not met, nor eA’en seen,' one of their dusky foes, who had scoffed at treaties and roamed wild and blood-thirsty during the last few years amid the glades of Florida, defying the choicest troops of the Government to extirpate them, laughing at the skill of generals who have since made themselves immortal by their deeds. Stacking their guns, the weary soldiers threw themselves upon the greensward to enjoy the much needed rest, while the negro cook made a tire in a hollow and prepared coffee. Some of the boys were roused al most as soon as dropped however, for guard mounting must be done whether the soldier is weary or not. Presently the coffee was passed around, and the men ate their coarse rations with an appetite sharpened by a long and tedious march, forget ting for the moment that they were iu a country swarming with hostile redskins. The central figure in one group was a slight, athletic young fellow, Avitli a bright, handsome face, utter ly guiltless of beard, that but for exposure to the sun would have been very fair aud tvhite. He was the last man in the company that you would have selected as a scout, aud yet such he was iu every sense of the word. Born on the plains, bred in continual danger and experi enced, ere he had seen a dozen years, in the mysteries of woodcraft, he Avas just the one to execute Avith daring and cunning his perilous duty. “How is it, Race ? Ho you ’spose there’s any of them thievin’ hounds skulking around here?” queried Cor poral Jones, addressing the scout. “It’s too still for much peace, we’ve seen too few of the AtTetches, consid ering the miles we travelled,” replied Horace Wilson, modestly. “These are the only signs, they may amount to suthiu,’ and they mayn’t you know.” “Where’s Wilson? I want Wil son!” sounded the captain’s voice, a few yards aAvay. “Here, sir !” answered the scout, jumping up and running towards him. “There are in the camp, a couple of hunters ; I Avant you to hear their story,” said the commander, as he turned and walked toward his quar ters. Wilson nodded and followed him in silence. Reaching the little shelter tent which had been hastily throivnup for the use of the officers, and dignified Avith the name of “quarters,” the scout beheld tAvo bronzed, bearded men of middle age, clad in the garb of trappers. Pausing, he gazed up on them steadily for a minute, and then dropped unconcernedly upon the ground. “Teli us your story once more, if you please,” said Captain Wade, ad dressing the elder of the two men. “It aint on story, it’s a pesky fact,” replied the hunter. “The long and short of it is just here, thar’s a band of red devils between you and your gineral, an’ yer can’t get through ’em ’thout getting cut all to bits. They’ve sot down on the edge of Michly Pond, and they mean to stay thar, I reckon. Yer can get round ’em, perhaps, by a long march, but it’ll take A*e three days sartin, and then your main army’ll be a good pull to the south- ’ard of you.” “How many Indians are there ?” asked the scout. “Nigh onto tAvo hundred.” Wilson reflected a moment, his keen eyes scanning closely the face of his informant. There Avas some thing about the face of the man he did not like. Captain Wade glanced anxiously upon his trusty friend; the thought of being entrapped in this Avay morti fied him deeply. “Do they know we are here?” asked the scout, at length. “Yer’ve got me now,” answered the hunter, Avith a sneering grin. “We didn’t stop to hold much palav er with ’em, it was as much as we could do to save our scalps.” “Did they chase you ?” “No, they never smelt us, but it was a narrer ’scape.” The scout made a motion which the captain understood, and the lat ter arose and followed him out of the tent. “What do you think of these men, Wilson?” queried Captain Wade, when out of hearing. “I believe they are poor white trash, horsethieves, liars, perhaps spies. I know most of the hunters "around these diggins, but these men are strangers to me, and have not the air of fuli-bred trappers. I advise you to keep watch over them, cap tain.” “You speak my thoughts exactly, hut Avhat of their story?” “That bothers me,” rejoined Wil son, scoAvling. “It may be true, it may be an ambush. I don’t knoAv whether to belieA r e it or not; but 111 tell you Avliat 111 do, you keep these fellows close, and I’ll take a tramp to the pond. I can get back by sun rise.” “It’s a heavy tax on you, my boy, but we cannot do better. Look out for yourself.” The captain wrung the young man’s hand, and the latter with rapid strides vanished in the darkness. When the captain returned to the tent, he found that the visitors had gone, which increased his suspicion and made him very uncomfortable. “Why did you "let those felloAvs go,lieutenant?” he demanded, sharp ly. “Where are they now ?” " “You did not tell me to detain them, sir. They are about the camp, I suppose,” returned Lieutenant Ew ing. The captain rushed out, summon ed his orderly, and caused an instant search to be made, but- without 'suc cess, the men had vanished as sud denly as they came. Much distur bed,"and wondering what their pur pose could haverbeen, Captain Wade ruturned to his tent to pass a sleep less night. Iu the meantime, the scout had hurried ou through marsh, forest and brake, eager to ascertain the truth in regard to what he had heard. Occasionally he Avas obliged to pause and consult"his pocket compass, for the night was dark as Erebus in the forest, where the faint light of the stars could not penetrate. Each time, of course, he had to light a match and this was hazardous, as it might reveal him at once to a hid den foe, but he used every possible precaution to prermnt this, and trust ed the rest to luck. At length, after hours of travel, he enterd a little valley and dropping upon his hands and knees, moved. silently over the greensward, pausing to listen. For a time every tiling Avas still, then he distinctly heard the sound of human breathing. “It must be very near,” bethought, and softly placing himself flat on his face, listened again Avith every nerve on the alert. Regularly, gently like a zephyr came each respiration. “No infernal copper-face ever breathed like that,” reflected the scout wonderingly, and to prove his confidence in his belief he put forth his hand, and it came in contact with a soft, chubby face. Reaching further, he soon found that it a was short little body, unmistakably that of a child. This fact com’incedhim of three things; that there was a camp nearby, that the child was a prisoner, that he Avas in danger. . He wished to arouse the child, but it Avould be extremely perilous; she, he knew it Avas a girl by her garments, might scream and bring a horde of savages doAvn upon him in an instant. Still, foolish as it appeared, he could not conquer the desire to aAvaken her, apd after a moment’s cogitation he resolved to do it. Taking the little form in his arms, he tenderly kissed the round face and whispered, using the first name that came to his mind: “Keep still, Daisy, don’t speak.” She awoke at once, and flung one little arm aroud his neck. “Where be Ave, Nina ?” she asked, in a faint voice. “Hush! I am not Nina, I am a kind man, Injun. Speak Ioav and tell me where your Nina is.” “OA’er there, with the old red avo- men and big men.” A novel idea, ay, a wild whim fieAv in upon the mind of the scout. It seemed a night of vagaries with him. “Can you find her alone ?” “Yes, I guess so. I don’t know how I came here though,” she replied. “How did you know my name was Daisy?” “I’ll tell you sometimes. Noav lis ten to me. Could you cut with a knife? Are you strong enough?” “Yes, I be.” “I must be crazy, but I’ll try it if I lose my hair,” thought the spy, and taking a very sharp clasp knife from his pocket he said: “Noav take this, go to Nina, lay down beside her and make belieA r e asleep. Do you under stand ?” “Yes.” “Then cut the cords around her wrists and ankles and wake her up. By that time I will be right behind you, and take Nina away from the wicked men.” “Aud me, too ?” “Yes, and you, too. Can you do as I have told you?” “Yes, I can.” The little fairy clasped the knife in her chubby hand and trotted off toAvard the Indian camp. Wilson drew a long breath, reproached him self with such elegant names as blockhead, fool, ninny, ignoramus, idiot, and then crawled along in the wake of his little messenger. Was eA'er a Avilder project conceiv ed in any brain ? He knew the risk he Avas incurring, but something seemed to Avhisper of success. The child would not be noticed by her captors, and if she had intelligence enough to comprehend all that had been said to her, and courage enough to act, all Avould be well. Eoav chil dren of her age possessed these qualities, but she might be one of them. Moments passed iu oppres sive anxiety to the man stretched upon the ground Avithin ten feet of red sentinel. The child passed the line and turned to the left. The In dian guard grunted, but offered no objection; she Avas a somnambulist, and his superstition endowed her with spirit qualities; she might go where she liked. Again minutes passed. Like a snail Wilson glided to the left almost under the eye of the sentinel, and soon came opposite to the wigAvam Avhere Daisy had en tered. The suspense uoav became unbearable, SAveat rolled down his face in great streams; his heart beat tumultuosly; ’tAvas the strangest experience in his chequered life. Anon, he heard a slight rasping, then the wigwam parted in the rear and a human form crawled slowly out. So far all Avas Avell. Tremulously he awaited her approach, Avondering if the plan coaid succeed after all. Gradually she neared|him, he took her hand, Nina’s hand, and pressed it encouragingly. Daisy clinging close to her sister’s neck remained very still. With a snake like mo tion the maiden and the scout trailed on, he listening at inter\'als to see if their escape had been discovered. But all was still, and he praised God in his heart. At length, they were far enough from the camp to walk erect, and the maiden said, in a sweet voice: “Hoav can I ever thank yon for this kindness ? Hoav strange it all is. Hoav did you dare to trust this child to do such a work ? What put the idea into your head ?” “Angels, miss, I think, for after I’d set out I called myself a fool. I sesraed to feel though when I dis covered Daisy that she had a. friend in captivity. I don’t knoAv what made me, but I did.” -There was little time for talk now; they were not beyond the grasp of their foes and every energy must be given to getting further aAvay. Wil son took Daisy in his arms, and pres ently she was sound asleep, her little head curled under his neck, while Nina walked along by his side through the darkness. Suddenly the scout’s keen ear detected the sound of approaching feet. Bidding Nina sink doAvn upon the ground and keep very still, he took up his posi tion behind a tree and listened. The tramp now became more audible, but fortunately the persons were not approaching them. Still their con versation could be plainly heard by the scout and his heart gave a great Teap as he recognized the voice of the hunter. “Wilson is here- somewhere; the old man sent him off, I’m sartin. If we can catch him, and hold Wade off Avith his cussed soldiers until Big Hand gets doA\m here with his war riors we can bag ’em all. “So that’s your game, vou-black- hearted scoundrel!” thought W ilson, clenching his fists. “We can, any way, even if Wilson gets across to Jessup, for then Wil son can’t get back to Wade before day after to-morrow, and Big Hand will be here before that time,” an swered his companion. “So the story of hoo hundred In dians was a lie. Just wait, you treacherous sneaks: there is lead cooking for "your reflected the scout, his every nerve beating Avith resentment. They now passed out of hearing, and satisfying himself that he could safely proceed, Wilson whispered to Nina, and once more they resumed their tedious march. An hour pass ed, the sun arose and the scout with an exclamation of mingled horror and mortification, realized that he had been traveling in a circuit, that lie Aras upon a point of land within fifty rods of Michly Pond. He glanc ed upon Nina as if mutely imploring her forgiveness. She saAv that he was troubled, and her blue eyes glanced SAveet sympathy. “I have brought you back into danger,” he said in an agitated whis per. “W r e ave nearly at the same place we started from. I have wear ied you only to give you despair again! Oh heaven how could I have made such an awful mistake?” “You have done your best for us,” she ansAvered quietly. “Do not re proach yourself. It is not strange that you lost your way in the dark ness. I am not afraid. I have seen darker hours than this.” And tears came into her eyes as her mind reverted to that dreadful scene when “the noble red man of the forest” burned her home and slaughtered her aged parents before her eyes. “They shall not have you or Daisy again, curse them!” muttered Wilson, his fine dark eyes scintillating with determination. “There is a swamp behind us which Ave skirted during j the night, I will hide you there.” i “And you ?” she questioned, a look 1 of solicitude coming over lier pale, j beautiful face. That glance Avent to his heart and aroused strange emotions there. “Cod bless you for the thought, but I can look out for myself. Come.” Ha hurried her away to the mo rass, and finding a clump of trees, which Avitli clinging vines formed a natural arbor, he left her therein, giving her a couple of biscuit, and bidding her remain until ho should come for her. It Avas a frightful abode, but snnkes and lizards were companions more merciful than the “poor abused red man” of whom ig norant theorists sing. The scout had hardly left his fair I charge, ere a terrible sound struck upon his ear—the sound of the blood hound’s voice, and he knew that the ‘wily Indians had discovered his proximity. “He shall follow my trail!” thought the intrepid young man. “Her life is worth more than mine! I’ll meet this demon dog jaw to jaw, and save her!” He sprang fonvard into a run, and as he turned the point of land, and came upon the shore of the pond, he saw the infuriated beast coming to ward him, taking yards at a leap, his black jaws dripping froth, his red tongue lolling out, his eyes blazing. Dropping upon one knee and lev elling his revolver, Wilson Avaited with nerves steeled to the ordeal, the onslaught of the hound. But there were other fiends coolly waiting to take his life, and Avhom he did not see. In the bushes at the left were the two renegades, and a companion as low—as dead to every human feeling as themselves. On rushed the dog—the scout pulled the trigger of his revolver and a bullet crashed through the brute’s head. At the same instant one of the wretches in the brake fired at the devoted scout, but the ball whis tled harmlessly by his ears. The hound lay writhing in his last agonies. Wilson now arose and turned to fly, for he knew that he was no match for his three enemies, when a series of blood-curdling yells broke upon the air, and a score of painted fiends surrounded him! Resistance were useless, so folding his arms he gazed undauntedly upon them. The treacherous hunter hastened forward, his face Avrinlded with wild glee, pausing in front of the captive, tauntingly said: “You’ve lieerd your dad tell ’bout thrashing Jim Eggers once, haint you, you putty-faced fool! Wal I’m Jim, an’ I’m going to roast you to pay for it, I am. I never goes back on my word. You’ll sputter and fiz zle first rate, you will.” “You are a liar, a thief, a coward. I’d rather die a man than live to be such a dastard as you are!” replied Wilson with ringing, deliberate ac cent. “Cuss ye!” howled Eggers, and struck the scout a stinging blow in the face. It was his last! Before Wilson could resent the insalt, a ball from an unseen rifle pierced the renegade’s brow and he fell back dead! Ere the others could recover from their amazement a second, third, fourth, fifth report broke upon the air, and four Indians dropped dead! Again, another thunderous volley, and a dozen savages went down. “Hurrah ! I know those voices!” shouted Wilson, springing away from his captors and levelling his pistol. Frenzied atjthe thought of losing a subject for torture the remaining redskins sprang upon him with hatch ets and tomahaAvks, but the roar of musketry in their village turned their attention to their squaws and papooses, and leaving him, they ran yelling a%vay. But ere they had tak en ten steps, a platoon of blue coats appeared before them, and at the point of the bayonet they were driven down into the pond. Not one came out alive. “You’ve done nobly, Jones, nobly!” cried Wilson, clasping the corporal’s hand. “The captain w r as mighty oneasy in his mind, you see, and he reckoned we’d better just march along, and so we did. It did happen about right, old boy, that’s a fact.” And Jones grinned all over his poAvder-be-smeared face, and then hurried his men to the Indian vil lage, where the battle was still in progress. The scout with joyous beating heart, hastened to the swamp and rescued Nina and Daisy from their unpleasant position. “You’re safe now, dear lady! Our boys in blu i ave masters of the field by this time!” exclaimed Wilson, pressing her hand in his delight. She blushed beautifully and join- . ed in his enthusiasm with a tremu lous voice. Hoav lovely she was! It seemed to him that he could never j tire of gazing upon her placid face, j or listening to her sweet voice. When they readied the camp of : the redskins the engagement was ! over and the soldiers were congratu- j lating each other upon their victory, and their small loss of life, Avliile the squaws Avent about tearing their hair and slnieking and moaning most dismally. As Wilson approached with his fair compaion and her pretty little sister, Captain Wade drew near him \ with eyes full of pleasant wonder. i “Yon have some lovely prisoners, j Horace !” he said, gallantly raising J his cap. “He has restored two lives to hope ! and sunshine!” said Nina grateful- ’• iy. The scout remembered those words \ for many a day. Nina and Daisy ! accompanied the soldiers on their j march to the main army, and were ■ furnished with transportation to their friends, whom they had not r seen for tAvo years. Nina was very ! pale and still when she bade Horace ; adieu, but he could not find courage : to say what was on his mind. In September, 1827, the chiefs Philip and Ucher Billy Avere captured along with a hundred warriors, and after that many other Seminole leaders surrendered at discretion. At last • by strategy Osceola, Alligator and ' six others in authority, with many ! braves, were seized, and the long j Seminole war was at last virtually ended. Then Wilson fired Avith a new ambition, gave up his wild life, settled down into mercantile pur suits, and the last I knew of him he was living very happily with Mrs. Nina Wilson, once Nina Lake. A Sunday Hint for Children. MBS. S. I. SPALDING. Married Life. This is good counsel from a wife and mother: “I try to make myself and all around me agreeable. It will not do to leave a man to himself till he comes to you, to take no pains to attract him, or to appear before him with a long face. It is not so difficult a matter as you think, dear child, to be have to a husband so that he shall remain forever in some measure a husband. I am an old Avoman, but you can still do what you like; a word from you in the right time will not fail of its effects, what need have you to play the suffering victim? The'tear of a loving girl, says an old book, is like a dewdrop on a rose; bnt that on the cheek of a Avife is a drop of poi son to a husband. Try to be cheer ful and contented, and your husband will be so: and*when you have made him bapppyyou will become so, not in appearance bnly, but in reality. The skill required is not so great. Nothing flatters a man so much as the happiness of his wife; he is alw r ays proud of himself as the author of it. As soon as you are cheerful, you will be lively and alert and evety moment will afford you an opportunity to let fall an agreeable word. Your educa tion, which gives you an immense advantage, mil greatly assist you. There are parents who are some times perplexed between their de sire to have the Sabbath quietly kept in the spirit of the day, and the fear that the chariot wheels of the Lord may seem to the young people to drag heavily, and the day, instead of being a delight, may become a wear iness. We knew three children, eight, ten, and thirteen years of age, who have found one or two ways of em ploying Sabbath evenings, which in terest them, and readily enlist their grown-up friends. One of.these meth ods is to see how many Bible names of persons can be recalled, beginning with a certain letter, say A. Each person mentions a name in turn, and when he cannot think of any, the letter ends with him, and every one is anxious to avoid this defeat. If any one give a strange name, he is liable to be challenged to say who the person is, and where any account of him may be found; and if he has made a mistake, he is out of the cir cle for that letter. This tests one’s accuracy of memory in scripture names. Another interesting and profitable amusement is for one of the compa ny to choose a scriptural character, and the others to ascertain, in the course of twelve questions, who it Avas. The first question is, “Is it found in the Old or the New Testa ment ?” But such questions as, “In what book of the Bible do you find the character?” must not be allowed until the tenth question has been reached, as it throws too much light on the subject. It is surprising how soon some one of the company will get a clue even to the most ingenious and difficult selection; while, on the other hand, it is mortifying to find how often the apparently well-in structed stand convicted of ignorance of scripture history. Plnck. The hopelessness of any one’s ac complishing anything without pluck is illustrated by an old East Indian fable. A mouse that dwelt near the abode of a great magician was kept in such constant distress by its fear of a cat, that the magician, taking pity on it, turned it into a cat itself. Immediately it began to suffer from its fear of a dog, so the magician turned it into a dog. Then it began to suffer from fear of a tiger, and the magician turned it into a tiger. Then it began to suffer from its fear of huntsmen, and the magician, in dis gust, said, “Be a mouse again. As you have only the heart of a mouse, it is impossible to help you by giving you the body of a nobler animal.” And the poor creature again became a mouse. It is the same Avith a mouse-heart ed man. He may be clothed with the powers, and placed in the posi tion of brave men, but he will al ways act like a mouse; and public opinion is usually the great magi cian that finally says to such a per son, “Go back to your obscurity again. You have only the heart of a mouse, and it is useless to try to make a lion of you.” The Shreds. Once upon a time there was a maiden who was very pretty, but lazy and careless. When she used to spin, she was so impatient that, if there chanced to be a little knot in the thread, she snapped off a long bit with it and threw the pieces doAvn on the ground near her. Now she had a servant-girl, who was in dustrious, and used to gather to gether the shreds of thread, clean them, and weave them, till she made herself a dress with them. And a young man had fallen in love with this lazy maiden; and their wedding-day was appointed. On the evening before, the industrious servant girl kept dancing about in her fine dress, till the bride exclaim ed,— “Ah ! how the girl does jump about, Dressed in my shreds and leavings!” When the bridegroom heard this, he asked the bride what she meant, and she told him that the maid had worked herself a dress ■with the shreds of thread which she had thrown away. As soon as the bridegroom heard this, and saw the difference between tbe laziness of his intended, and the industry of her servant, he gave up the mistress, and chose the maid for his wife. A professor of physiology, in ex plaining to a class of female students the theory according to which the body is renewed every seven years, said, “Thus, Miss B., in seven years, you will, in reality, be no longer Miss B.” “I really hope I shan’t,” de murely responded the young lady, casting down her eyes. If you cannot be a great river, bearing great vessels of blessings to the world, you can be a little spring by the wayside of life, singing mer rily all day and all night, and giving a cup of cold water to every weary, thirsty one who peases by. - It is not to sweep the house, and make the bed, and dam the socks, and cook the meals, chiefly that a man wants a wife. If this is all he needs, hired help can do it cheaper than a wife. If this is all, when a vonng man calls to see a lady, send him into the pantry to taste the bread and cakes she has made; send him to inspect the needleAvork and bed-making; or put a broom into her hands and send him to Avitness its use. Such things are important, and the wise young man will look af ter them. But what the true man most wants of a wife is her companionship, sym pathy, courage and love. The way of life has many dreary places in it, and man needs a companion to go with him. A man is sometimes over taken with misfortunes; he meets with failure and defeat; trials and temptations beset him ; and he needs one to stand by and sympathize. He has some stem battles to fight with poverty, Avith enemies and with sin ; and he needs a woman that, while he pats his arms around her and feels that he has something to fight for, will help him fight; that will put her lips to his ear and whisper words of counsel, and her hand to his heart and impart new inspirations. All through life—through storm and through sunshine, conflict and victo ry, through adverse and favoring winds, man needs a woman’s love. The heart yearns for it. A sister’s or a mother’s love will hardly supply the need. Yet many seek for nothing further than success in housework. Justly enough, half of these get nothing more; the other half, surprised above measure, have gotten more than they sought. Their wives sur prise them by bringing a nobler idea of marriage, and disclosing atreasury of courage, sympathy and love. There is an old illustration of the way in which the farmers are made to bear the burdens of the commu nity, taken from an English tavern sign which we have lately seen re produced and applied to the present state of affairs with telling effect. The sign in question was knoAt'n as the “Five Alls,” and bore in five compartments five symbolical figures with their appropriate mottoes; in the first, a king in his robes Avith the legend, “I govern all;” in the sec ond, a bishop in pontificals, with the motto, “I pray for all;” in the third, a lawyer in his wig, with the motto, “I plead for all;” in the fourth, a soldier in regimentals, with the motto, “I fight for all;” in the fifth, a poor countryman Avith scythe and rake, and the motto, “I pay for all.” In A’iew of this, it seems im possible that the agitation now go ing on among the farmers shall be confined or circumscribed within such narrow limits as to exclude it from the field of politics—using that term, of course, in its better and higher signification, as synonymous with statesmanship and the science of government, Avithout reference to mere party.—Baltimore Sun. Religions Sweeping. There is poetic cleaning and un- poetic cleaning; religious and irreli gious dusting. If Bridget has no touch of poetry in her, no sense of ideal beauty, no conception of a principle presiding over her menial occupation, she will not do the work properly; she will sweep the dirt into the corners and leave it there; she will cast no glance under the ta bles or behind the sofas; she will not take the trouble to lift the mgs and shake them out of the window in the air. But let her feel that there is a principle in her work, that her work is as susceptible of being perfectly done as the painter’s work is, or the poet’s or the waiter’s, she will no longer be slatternly or careless; the dust will be swept out; the rugs will be shaken and aired; the brash will go behind the screens and beneath the mats ; thus will it appear that she has been converted to religion; has left the touch of an ideal world. Perspiration.—The unpleasant odor produced by perspiration is frequently the source of vexation to persons who are subject to it. Noth ing is simpler than to remove this odor much more effectually than by the application of such costly un guents and perfumes as are in use. It is only necessary to procure some of the compound spirits of ammonia, and place about two tablespconfuls in a basin of water. Washing the face, hands, and arms with this, leaves the skin as clean, sweet and fresh as one could wish. The wash is •perfectly harmless, and very cheap. It is recommended on the authority of an experienced physician. “Your honor,” said a lawyer to a Judge, “every man who knows me, knows that I am incapable of lend ing my aid to a mean cause.” “That- is so,’«said his opponent, “the learn-: ed gentleman never lends himself ta » mean cause, he always gets cash down.” NO. 14.