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YOL. II.
SANDERS VILLE, GEORGIA, NOVEMBER 14, 1873.
'NO. 20.
J, M. G. WEDLOCK. JETHRO AELINE. B. L. BODGEBS.
By 13esl!»clf, Arline A Rodgers.
The Herald is published in Sandersviile,
Ga., every Friday morning. Subscription
price TWO DOLLARS per annum.
Advertisements inserted at the usual rates.
No charge for publishing marriages or
deaths.
POETRY.
FOR THE HERALD.
Th- > Faded Bouquet.
withered tiowevs from the wild
;-oil
Law thee gently back,o’er ehiid-
a .: in tue.iiory of me.
iteciiil the happy hours, we gather’d the
wild flowers,
In clusters so lovely and bright;
Along the clear-flowing streams of onr child
hood’s fair scenes,
Near paths of sunny delight.
But our childhood is o’er, and we can smile
no more.
On scenes that we loved so dear;
And the bounuet all faden, no more can be
laden, *
With dew-drops so fresh and clear.
Like the joys that we cheerished, our flowers
have perished,
Their life has been one snort spell;
Like the faces of the past, they were too ten
der to last—
In sorrow we bid them farewell.
Emma A.
Boscebel riacc, Ga., Oct., 1873.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
THE FAIRY SISTERS.
BY LOTTIE BROWN.
Do you know who brightens the
dullest morning, and takes the edge
off the nipping bites of Jack Frost?
Do you know who throws a halo over
the breakfast-table, and brings out
the sunshine where there were only
shadows, awhile ago ? Do you know
who makes that little girl in a calico
dress, or that boy with patched trows-
ers, walk gaily past Miss Fashion, in
her silks, and Master Wealth, in his
velvets, without a wrinkle or frown
upon their sunny faces? Do you
know who makes the whole world
seem like a bright summer’s day,
and every path one of moss and
roses ?
Let me tell you : There is a band
of Fairy Sisters, named Love, Pa
tience, Industry and Contentment,
and they are working all the time to
bring out the blessed ends I have
named, i
I suppose you wonder howl know.
Well, when I was a little girl these
fairies were good friends to me ; and
of late I have taken so very many
trips to Fairy-land that I begin to
think I know all about them.
“I know, at least, that one morn
ing these four sisters were gazing,
■v-■ sad faces upon a little mortal
Vmnie, who was pulling the
. from her boots, and crying
::Lv, and pushing a
: • from h .t with her
munis, e.ud wishing all sorts
if wear my scarlet plaid,'
■-no ..aid, • £ don’t care a snap to go;
and I’m sure I’m ashamed to carry
such a great pile of cold ham, and
bread and butter. Emma Ross said
her mother was making some elegant
tarts, and had a splendid loaf of rich
cake, and Tillie Mayne’s folks were
making floating islands and Char
lotte Russe yesterday.”
“Tillie Mayne and Emma Ross
have richer parents than you Vm
nie. I have done the best I can.
As for wearing your best dress, you
know you must not, for it would be
ruined!”
And the dear, quiet mother looked
at her cross little girl.
“A fine fair it would be if every
body carried bread and butter and
old gray woolen stockings for sale!
If you could have seen the wax flow
ers, the worsted mats and scarfs,
and the beautiful needle-books, pin-
enshins, watch-cases, and little cun
ning baby furniture, you would be as
ashamed as I am of a dozen pairs of
old gray stockings!”
“No, my little daughter, I could
not be ashamed of what I have done
with a sincere heart. There! the
clock is striking. Go to the hall,
play with your little friends, and
don’t be ashamed of mamma and her
work!”
But Vinnie did go pouting down
the garden walk, in her neat blue
dress and snowy apron, her bundle
of stockings on one arm and the
basket on the other, wishing that
folks wouldn’t get up fairs to aid the
poor.
Somebody touched her on the arm,
and a little woman, a very likeness
of many fairies already described,
stood beside her.
“Wait a little while, Vinnie,” she
said, in a voice as soft as a breath
of air. “Everything will come out
right. Wait awhile.”
“Who are you ?” asked Vinnie.
“I am a fair} 7 , and they call me
Patience. Won’t you take me for
your Mend ?” and Vinnie, who in
spite of her ill-humor had a warm
heart, held out her hand, basket and
all, laughing.
“Oh, yes; I like friends.”
“There is a dear, kind mother at
home, who has done her best to
please her little girl, and her heart
is aching at her ingratitude,” said
another voice, whose music thrilled
Vinnie from head to foot.
“Why”—Vinnie looked at the
beautiful being who now stood by
the fairy Patience—“who are you?”
“i am a fairy, and my name is
Love. Will you let me comfort
you ?”
The tears came into Vinnie’s eyes.
“I did not mean to hurt poor, dar
ling mamma! Oh, Jet me go back
and tell her so!”
“She is at the window,” said Love.
So Vinnie turned a face quite bright
toward the watcher, and threw a
loving kiss from the tips of her warm
mittens.
When she looked back, another
fairy stood with Love and Patience.
“Oh, my! Here is another fairy,”
she laughed. I want to help you
througlj this day 7 . There’s a lot of
work to do at the fair, and busy fin-
gess like yours will accomplish much.
Will you let me guide your hands
to-day?”
“Oli, yes, fairy, if }-ou can make
me do right.”
“Can 3 7 ou find no place for me?”
said another fairy, stepping lightly
down before her. “My name is Con
tentment, and the gray stoeldngs,
and bread and butter, lie heavily on
my heart.”
“Why somehow I believe I don’t
mind so much about them as I did
when I started, so I can let you be
my friend. You are very good, are
you not ?”
“We are not quite sure, but we
want to make you good.”
Probably the greater part of my
little friends have .partaken of the
jo3 T s of these festal occasions, and
know, as well as I, what wonderful
things are to be seen.
How many times I have longed
for one of those curly-headed dolls,
or a new hood, a Chinese puzzle, a
bird, a horn of plent} 7 , or best of all,
for a set of that wonderful doll’s fur
niture, with the round table, the
damask-covered chairs and sofa; and
the bureau, with a real mirror and
little drawers. Why, once I remem
ber-—Bless my heart! what am I
saying? I began to tell you a story
about Vinnie, and here I am talking
about myself.
Well, Vinnie saw all the beautiful
things, and admired them, but she
did not pause until she reached her
teacher’s table, and gave her the de
spised stockings.
“Was there ever anything so nice ?”
asked her teacher of a lady who had
a table near. “We wanted some
thing to give that poor old Mrs. Da}-,
■whose lame son works in the village,
and these stockings are just the
thing.” •
Vinnie pressed the hand of the
fairy Contentment, and rail gaily out
to the refreshment-room, with hc-r
basket of bread and butter and boil-
eil ham.
“I’ve been counting on your com
ing, dear,” said the smiling lad} 7 who
presided. “I knew your sensible
mother would send us something
besides sugared pastry and confec
tionery. Even pleasure-seekers are
sometimes hungry, and I’m sure
there has been little brought to sat
isfy any one as yet.”
“Can I do anything here ?” asked
Vinnie.
The lady laughed.
“Oh, yes ! there’s plenty of work
for willing hands. If you like, you
may arrange these oranges and ap
ples.
What a day that w r as! It flew on
golden wings, and was nearly ended
before Vinnie knew it; and would
you believe me ? she never thought
once of that blue dress, or her scar
let plaid.
She was so happy and busy that
she forgot her troubles, or when she
thought of them, only laughed and
nodded to her fairy friends who kept
by her side.
* At length the day drew near an
end, and as Vinnie stood watching
the removal of some of the beauti
ful ai-ticles, old Mrs. Day came to
her, saying:
“They’re a-wan tin’ of ycu, miss,
up at the teacher’s table. Bless your
sweet face, you’re a darliu’! And tell
your mother that she knit herself a
blessing with every • stitch in them
stockings! I’ve got ’em here for Har
ry”.
Vinnie gave her little hand to the
poor woman for a moment, and then
her light feet carried her up to the
table of her teacher.
That good lady was standing in
the midst of other ladies, holding in
her arms a doll almost as large as
Vinnie herself, with long golden curls
falling over Lier plump shoulders, and
with the prettiest face in the . world.
“What a beauty!” thought Vinnie,
gazing admiringly upon the beautiful
doll, and wondering at her dainty
suit, and hat, and the cunning boots.
“Vinnie,” said her teacher, “we
have all noticed your cheerfulness
| to-day, and the many little acts of
| kindness which you have performed,
and as we want to show how much
we esteem you, we present to you
this doll, hoping that you will never
for a moment, while you live, lose
sight of the good qualities which
have rendered yourself anil others
so happy to-day.”
The great doll was laid in her arms,
! and the joyful little girl stood speech
less.
But when she went home to her
mother that night, and bade the
fairies good-by at the door, she said:
“I want you always for my friends,
for you alone have made me happy.
Indeed 1 don’t believe any one can
be happy without you.”
Vinnie was right. The best of. us
would be unhappy without these
fairy sisters to help us over the rough
places.
Curiosities of Vision.
We presume that the most of our
readers have a general notion of the
structure and working of the human
eye. They know that the little
sphere, of an inch or so in diameter,
which forms the eyeball, is a camera,
essentially like the one used by the
photographer to throw the image of
external objects upon the surface pre
pared to receive it, and placed with
in the apparatus. The mere forming
of the picture inside the eye is not,
however, seeing. The picture might
as well lie anywhere else, if there
were not some means of making the
mind aware of its existence. The
optic nerve answers this purpose—a
branch of the brain which enters the
eye through a small hole in the ear,
and spreads out in delicate network
over the surface whereupon the
picture is formed.
The impression made by the rays
of light upon this network of nerves
is telegraphed to the mind, which
then sees the object ; or rather, from
seeing its image in the eye, comes to
recognize the existence of the object
itself outside the eye. If the optic
nerve should be severed, the picture
in the eye might be as perfect as be
fore, but we wouklyet be blind to it.
If any portion of the network of the
nerves just mentioned should be
paralyzed, we wduld cease to see part
of the picture formed on the portion
of the eye’s inner surface. If the
entire image of some small objects
should fall on the insensible spot,
we could no more see it, even though
looking straight at it, than if we had
no eyes, or kept them shut. It is a
curious fact that there is such a
“blind spot” in every human eye;
and, what is more curious, it is found
to be just where the optic nerve en
ters the eye—the very place which
we might suppose would have the
keenest sight of all.
Before they call, I wiil Answer.
A Dutch preacher one evening
held a meeting in a strange city.
While he was preaching, and en
forcing upon the hearts of his hear
ers the doctrine of the cross, a police
officer came into the room, and for- j
bade him to go on. He even com
manded him to leave the city. As
he was a stranger in the place, and
the night was dark, he wandered
around the city gates. He was not,
however, without consolation; for he
remembered Him who had said, “Lo,
I am with you alway, even to the
end of the world.” He thought, too,
of the words of the Psalmist, “Yea,
though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I will fear no
evil, for thou art with me : thy rod
and thy staff, they comfort me.”
He had long been in the school of
Christ, and had learned to watch for
the slightest intimations of his will.
While he was thus wandering around,
suddenly he saw a light in the dis
tance. “See,” he said to himself,
“perhaps the Loi'd has provided me
a shelter there ;” and in the simplici
ty of faith, he directed his steps
thither. On arriving, he heard a
voice in the house; and, as he drew
nearer, he discovered that a man
was praying. Joyful, he hoped that
he had found here the home of a
brother. He stood still for a mo
ment, and heard these words, poured
forth from an earnest heart: “Lord
Jesus, they have driven thy perse
cuted servant out of the city, and he
is perhaps wandering at this mo
ment in a strange place, of which he
knows nothing. O may he find my
home, that he may receive here food
and' lodging.”
The preacher having heard these \
words, glided into the house, and as
the speaker said “Amen,” he saw
his prayer answered. Both fell on
their knees ann thanked the Lord,
who is a hearer of prayer, and never
leaves nor forsakes his servant.
Innocence and Virtue.—Inno
cence is not virtue, and those who
fancy that it is make a fatal mistake.
Innocence is simply the ignorance
of evil; virtue knows it, appreciates
it, rejects it. Infancy is lovely in its
innocence, but life, with its stern
realities, demands the strong, ripened
rigor of manly virtue to resist its evil,
to protect its go id, to build up char
acter and to bless the world.
The Women of the South. .
Editors Herald ; Will you allow
me, through your columns, space for
a few words, respecting the misrep
resentations of the ambitious views
of the Women of the South ? I see
a lady of South Carolina has already
spoken for her sisters in her State.
Why may not I lend my feeble voice
in defence of sister Georgians ? and
be spared the “critic’s eye” ? Mrs.
Westmoreland’s speech before the
“Woman’s Congress,” was a sweep
ing assumption of judgment against
the women of ‘the South.” Now
the South comprehends a large area,
geographically and socially, and its
women, I believe, would prefer to be
correctly placed. Mrs. Westmore
land should liaVSoeeh more explicit
iu locating the diseased portions of
“the Souih,” in uttering such trea
sonable sentiments against womans
sex and graces. She says “if the pa
pers of the woman’s Congress could
be read in the South, it would so
’rouse the women there, that they
could not be quiet until they had the
ballot.” I am afraid that this is a
case of “too much learning,” clea
ring madness. They are certainly
not the words of justice. “Those
papers” will find their way South, as
do all the sensational, soul-perplex
ing, satan’s emissaries against res
pectability and decency, and if at all
read, it is with no desire to emulate
the virtuesJrigh-loned, intellectual,mor
al and social teachings !
Our women are as purely interes
ted in all the concerns and workings
of enlightenment, which can advance
purify and instruct, as are the wo
men of any country, State or section,
among the most chastely refined and
educated, as with their struggling
sisters who desire to hear, to see and
to know all the topics of the day, I
doubt that the most astute disciple
of Cady Stanton, Woodhull, or
Dickenson, would hear a single sen
tence whereon they could hang a
hope of conversion. Let Mrs. West
moreland speak for herself and her
class of thinkers. To the purely in
tellectual literate woman, who is see
king to impart to her sister woman,
any knowledge by which the standard
of her sex may be elevated and re
fined. We say welcome. But we
want no sensational trash, about
right and wrong which may defile the
brain, heart and mouth through
thought or utterance. I have too
fine faith in my sex to believe this
only a sectional virtue, though I am
speaking for Georgia. Mrs. West
moreland is a Georgian, and the natu
ral conclusion may be that she speaks
advisedly. I offer no attempt at ref
utation. Let the acts of the women
of Georgia speak for them. The
first woman’s rights convention has
to he chronicled. I believe, there may
be a few, who have attained that de
gree perfect in learning, who have
discovered the “degraded position”
of woman, and its cure, genius will
work out somewhere, and perhaps
this may be for them as happy a
safety-valve, as any other great dis
covery. In all previous revolutions
tiie degraded many have forced
truths upon the learned few, but this
is a progressive age. Wherever, or
however the lady’s opinions have
been founded, remains untold—but
let it not be said that Georgia’s wo
men would open a door of welcome
to these mistaken missionaries. We
wives, mothers and sisters of Geor
gia’s sons, are not a whit behind
our sisters of other States in con
tent of place, satisfied also that the
helm of the ship of State shall re
main in the hands of those who have
so long and well guided it over the
rock and shoals of trial, unassisted
by any help coming from woman’s
Congress. They are content to be
the mothers of the men Georgia
sends to legislate their rights and
wx-ongs, and to guard their honor.
They are true to ~ sex and its graces.
Their rights they are striving to
champion in a thousand beautiful
ways—not one found leading to any
public rostrum, or Congress. But
in every home where the name wife,
mothei 7 , sister, friend is blessed in
the culmination of love and lovli-
ness. As wife—wifely in purest
sense, if as society’s queens, wield
ing a regal sceptre, and their gar
ments unstained by political sins,
their ears unpolluted by political
rowdyism. As mothers—purely moth
erly, not as mothers of “the period,”
whose jewelled hands must never
feel the soft curling clasp of baby
fingers—and whose neck cannot bear
the circle of clinging arms, which
endanger the trick traps of soft laces,
who thirst for excitement, for admi
ration, and to tread the paths lead
ing to more extended rights and lib
erties culminating at the ballot box.
But mothers who delight to guide
infancy’s tottering steps, to point
childhood to a perfect manhood, to
sustain, comfort and cheer that man
hood; a “mother still the holiest
thing alive.” These are some of
the higher aims of the women of the
South. The blood red hand of war
has demoralized an d shattered many
of our old social land-marks, but
thank God their individuality still
survives, in danger may be, but the
glory not yet departed. If any one
can find happiness in being a mem
ber of this woman’s Congress, with
its freedom, honors and triumps, let
them enjoy the blessings which follow,
to the full. But we of the South
need no missionaries from this hon-
oxable body. The mission given us
through the example of such women
as “Mary the mother of Washing-
ton,” and others whom all men de
light to honor, being found all de
serving we are content to fulfil, this
the proper guard of right.
Georgia.
Your Workmen.
What would you think of a farmer
who brought home a sick sheej), even
if of the most valuable stock, and
turned it loose among the flock? Yet
his folly and sin is light compared
with that of a man who will knowing
ly employ an unprincipled man oil
his place, where his growing boys
must associate more or less with him
and listen to his evil conversation.
It is a small matter to have a thous
and sheep infected and destroyed by
the contagion one brought among
them; but it is a feai-ful thing to
have your boy’s very soul coiTupted,
as it will be, perhaps, by one hour !
of such association. One drop of
iodine will discolor many times its
bulk of water. You would not'
drink from a cup in to which one
drop of sewer water had fallen; you
would regard the whole as polluted.
So a ten minutes’ talk with one
whose soul is seething and reeking I
with foulness may reach down in its i
evil influence to your child’s gray
hairs. Better let your crops rot in
the fields than to ruin your lad for
this life and the next. It is not suf
ficient offset that he is the best work
man to be had. Better put up with
infei-ior help, so that you are satis
fied with the man’s morals.
There is no time when a father or
a mother can afford not to watch,
and pray too, over the welfare of
their growing children. Watch their
reading, for here the enemy is sow
ing a great crop of tares iu one day.
Form a taste for good reading, early.
Let your home abound with good
books and only the best papers.
Shun the sensational prints, so wide
ly circulated, as yon would a deadly
snake. They have “cut down many
thouands.”
Don’t allow your minds to be so
engx-ossed, mothei 7 , with the outside
adorning of your daughters, that you
foi’get the inner life. If you are
blind to it, the power that goes out
to sow the deadly seeds will not be.
You can easily check the sweet flow
ers from growing on vour borders,
but you know how hard it is to keep
the weeds down. Only vigilance
can ensure success—just so with the j
heart’s garden. Then watch well,
work well, and pray well.
Good Advice.
In these times of business depres- j
sion and consequent stringency in j
the money market, the financial sit- j
uation can be improved if every one j
will pay promptly his little bills. The |
Philadelphia Ledger puts it in this j
way: “However small the amount, i
pay it at once; the party to whom it i
is due may be waiting for it to enable j
him to make up the requisite amount !
to pay a much larger sum. There is I
no estimating the good that may re- j
suit fi'om the payment of a single j
dollar. As often as once in a week |
every one incurring little debts should j
overhaul his accounts and make spe- j
cial efforts to pay all, or as many of
them as possible. No one should
postpone payment from mere indif
ference. Nothing will so soon and
so effectually remedy the difficulties
expeiienced from want of cuiTency
as this, and it is a remedy
that costs little effort and inconven
ience. On the contrary, there wiil
follow the liveliest satisfaction to all,
to those who pay as well as to those
who receive. Reader, look to it in
your own case.”
The Patrons of Husbandry.
Editors Herald: In these latter
days, there are many “new things 1
under the sun,” and prominent
among them is the farmers’ organi
zation. Perhaps no organization has
ever worked so much thought and
inquiry, or been the subject of so ,- , ^ ,
many surmisings. But why not the j ?P * rom -A to 7o bushels of corn
farmers get up a move for self pro-! _ j e ri U5re ’^ j _ “ bales ^of cotton,
teetion and px*eservation ? The Doc-
his crops another year that he will
be president, cashier and director of
a bank of his own—in his own pock
et. Doable the number of acres in
corn and other cereals, and diminish
by half, the number of acres in cot
ton. The poor old lands of Eman
uel, poor Emanuel, have been bought
The cook had gone to a quilting,
his wife was sick and a young mar
ried man in town had to milk last
week one rainy evening. He got
the cow to “saw,” set the piggin on
the ground and squeezed a teet,
pinched too hard and the cow raised
her left foot and put it in the piggin,
switched her muddy tail in his face, 1
and set him backwards in the mud. ;
Falling backward he grabbed for
something to support himself, and in
his blindness grabbed the cow’s tail.
She waited just long enough to bel- j
low once before starring for the oth
er end of the lot, which amazed the
milkman so that he forgot to let
loose the tail, and before he could
make up his mind to secede, he had
made com fui-rows with his nose
half way across the lot. He arose
with the melancholy conviction that
the man who said that “tail holt was
better than no holt at all,” was a j
nat’ral born phool.—Pulaski Citizen.
Cerebro-spinal-meningitis is a
tough word for telegraphers to get
hold of on the wires. A Sioux City
lightning-jerker wrote it out “Carabo
Spencers Menagerie.”
tor’s have their caucuses and agree
upon fee bills, and so do the Lawyers.
Commercial men of every branch
have their rings, exchanges and oth
er secret understandings, all looking
to their interest as a class. Yet the
world is in a flurry that the farmers
have awoke to the necessity of a pro
tective movement. The truth is, the
fanner has been ridden, at will, by
every body, till every body thinks
they have a right to mount, apply
whip and spur, and ride on. Some
laws derive their force more from
custom than by right; and so it has
come about in this case. But now
the farmers have concluded to say
whether or not they are to be the
hobby-horse for every body; to say
who shall lide them, and when, or
whether they may not ride some too.
Strange that they have never thought
of this sooner; that they, though
the least among men, are feeding and
clothing the rest of mankind, the
world over. But now, that they
have determined upon a change of
schedule, like all beginners, they ai e
environed with difficulties. When
we were little fellows, learning how
to ride “old Ball” and “old Blaze,”
we would frequently tumble off. So
will the farmers take sore and griev
ous tumbles, if they do not steady
themselves well and wisely. There
are two weights that will keep then*
steady and steadfast, howevei*, and
they are Corn and Bacon. We mean
the old style, “homespun track,” that
were raised in days long gone by.—
We have heard Patrons crying union
and close communication with the
so called great North-West, and
clammering for cheap transportation,
to expedite the transit of its meat,
corn and hay; but do they not re
member whose arm dealt the stun
ning blow that robbed us, at once, of
, property, and social and civil rights?
It is well to feed our enemies when
hungry, clothe them when naked,
and visit them when sick; but it is
hot wise that we should work fortheir
aggrandisement all our lives, to the
detriment of every interest held dear
to freemen.
The Granges are gotten up for a
noble purpose, and, iu their avowed
sentiments, faultless; but this pur
pose can only be accomplished by
increasing the production of articles
for home consumption. The year
when it can be said that not a bush
el of corn, nor a pound of meat from
the West, has been bought or con
sumed by the farmers south, will be
the first year of the goldeu era for us
of the sunny South. But it is asked,
has not the West its Granges, and
ai-e we not all, so to speak, of the
same family ? It is even so; but is
that a reason why we should keep
fat on their fat hogs, and corn and
flour, and thereby keep them with
fat purses, while our own are deple
ted to destitution ? They have their
religious organizations—their Bap
tist, Methodist, Ac., Ac., and their
Free Masons, all of which we have,
and are proud of, but we never think
of these fraternities furnishing a rea
son why we should buy their pro
duce. Again, we seem oblivious of
the fact, that such a policy is ruinous
to the last degree to ns, while it is
filling the coffers of East and West,
leaving us so poor “that there is none
so low as to do us honor.” All this
ado about intimacy with the great
West, is dust thrown for our eyes.
Only think, farmei-s, of what would
be the result were we in circumstan
ces that would allow us to gin our
our cotton and pile it away till pri
ces run up to our estimate of a fair
remuneration for pioduction! But
instead, because of our improvidence,
we are driven to sell at prices dicta
ted by those who dictated the terms of
the surrender of the Lost Cause. Be
cause w 7 e could not—the cotton States
—sustain ourselves against all the
world besides, are we now 7 so menial
as to consent of onr ow 7 n free will, to
work for the balance of the world for
nothing and feed ourselves ? If so,
then, we deserve no better fate. The
Granges will not, ought not, to give
us credit for anything, anywhexe.
No, but let cash be our motto, and
corn and hogs our chief product.
Such a thing as a broken farmer, who
raised home supplies was never read
of by any body ; but, “since the war,”
it is far more common to hear of bro
ken farmers, than merchants, and it
is almost entirely owing to cotton
cultivation to the neglect of corn.
It is idle, and worse than folly to say,
that we can make more money by it—
for where one does nine-nine do not.
The true policy of the patrons—
the farmers—is to pay all outstand
ing debts promptly—(for, if honesty
get away from the farmers, she will
wing her flight to parts unknown—)
and let alone banks and banking in
stitutions, and each one so arrange
and other and more fertile seetious
have ran to 4 bales of cotton. Plant
little cotton, cultivate well, and much
corn, and cultivate better, anti there
by good shall come unto ns.
L. B. BOUCHELLE.
Summerville, Emanuel Co., Ga.,
Nov. 7; 1873.
Bad for the Bar.
The Patrons of Husbandly have
adopted one practice, as a rule of
their order, worthy of imitation by
the unregenex-ate which is, never to-
go to law, and to have all disputes
settled by arbitration. This regula
tion is bad for the lawyers, but good
for the Grangers. There are very
few of the cases which come into the
Court room which could not be set
tled outside in a more satisfactory
mannei 7 . An arbitration conducted
by impartial and intelligent neigh-
bors w ill be rnoi’e apt tci-ender even
justice than a trial by jury. In ad
dition to this there will be no delay,
no costs, fees or other expenes.
Victor Hugo once asserted in one of
his inspired moments that a day
would come when everything would
be settled by arbitration. That even
nations would lay aside the sword
and submit their differences to the
adjudication of an international tri
bunal. It would seem that the Pat
rons of Husbandry have taken the
first step toward the fulfillment of
the Frenchman’s prophecy. But,
in the meantime, if litigation is to
cease, what will become of the law
yers? Arbiti-ation may be fun to
the Granges, but it will be death to
the Bar!—Chronicle & Sentinel.
How to keep a Situation.
Lay 7 it down as a foundation rule
that you will be “faithful in that
which is least.” Pick up the loose
nails, bits of twine, clean wrapping
paper, and put them in their places.
Be ready to thi’ow in an odd half
hour or hour’s time, when it will be
accommodation, and don’t seem to
make a merit of it. Do it heartily.
Though not a word be said, be sure
your employer will make a note of it.
Make yourself indispensable to him,
and he wiil lose many of the opposite
kind before lie will part with you.
These young men who watch Abe
time to see the very second their
working hour is up, who leave no
matter what state the work may be
in, at pi 7 ecisely the instant, who cal
culate the extra amount they can
slight their w 7 ork and yet not get re-
proved, w ho are lavish of their em
ployer’s goods will always be first to
receive a notice when times are dull,
and their services are no longer re
quired. Remember you are not a
slave, then serve yoxir employer as a
friend; in due time he will be a true
Mend to vou.
Thought.—Thought is a gi-eat and
important River flowing into the
ocean of Life. It takes its rise in
the undulating Valleys of the Brain,
and flowing the Heart-country, sends
strength and impetus to the" wheels
of Invention and Human Will. Hope
is one of its great tributaries, and it
is subject to an ebb and flow. Some
times its waters are as clear as crys
tal, but at others they are darkened
by the muddy streamlet of Despair,
or the black and poisonous waiters of
Vice. Near its rise are the charm
ing cascades of Innocence flowing
from the lakes of Virtue and of Truth;
and as the river flows into the great
ocean, it passes through the rugged
mountains of Death.
A Bad Plaything.—Some time
ago, while a number of laborers, who
were employed in some building op
erations near the North-west Arm
were “skylarking,” one of them threw
a hanfdul of lime at another, who is
named Patrick M7Grath. The lime
went into one of his eyes and blind
ed him. A surgeon was called at
once, who says that the sight of one
eye is certainly destroyed, and that
of the other is probably rained also.
The unfortunate man is at the hos
pital.—Recorder.
It is the Bowling Green jfemocrat
which tells this: “During an ad
dress by Mr. , in Allen cou;.ty,
a few days ago, a gentleman in the
audience arose partly to his feet,*
and with pathetic tenderness re
marked, “Ouch!” He had been sit
ting on a w 7 asp, and the Aasp had
just noticed it.”
Among American post-offices are
the following: Ti Ti, To To, Why
Not, Pipe Stem, Stony Man, Sal
i>oln, Shickshinny, Snow-shoes,
Overalls, Lookout, Last Chance,
Backbone, Marrow* Bones, Sorxel
Horse, Tally Ho and Tired Creek.
The secrete of success—Attend ti*
yonr own business.
