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SANDERSVJLLE, GEORGIA, NOVEMBER 21, 1873.
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FOR THE HERALD.
The Panic.
Each talks to his n vighbor
Ot the financial crash,
And all want to know
The cause of the smash.
The long-faced fellows,
With wits at end,
Declare they don’t see,
On what to depend.
That the country—in ruins,
“Is gone no a spout,’ -
Like a ship in a storm,
With her keel blown out.
Th it she’s driven —a wreck!
By unmerciful winds,
And destined to perish!
U’er-laden with sins.
No help for the crew,
Who by panic are driven,
In the wildest despair,
Without hope of a haven.
They mangle each other,
And quarrel, and fret,
For money unpaid—,
For all are in debt,
Except the shrewd shy-locks,
Wiiose pockets they stufi’,
And keep up the quarrel,
Till they cry—Enough !
Enough ! is not heard,
’Mid the rage of combats,
’Till all are used up,
Dike the kill-ken ny-cats.
And now all the fights,
And the quarrels are o’er,
And we hear of crashes
And panics, no more.
A new era succeeds,
Whose race, with more wit,
Shuns wild speculation,
And keeps out of debt.
Thus ends the panic—,
The people grow wiser,
By bitter experience—,
Their surest adviser.
Now lioro ends our canto—
The best that we can,
On the direst of panics,
That e’er visited man.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
NIGHT AND MORNING.
BY CLARA AUGUSTA.
It was a wild, windy night, and
lie iigiit snow tided the air with line,
fitting particles. A night when a
ood tire ami the society of friends
ecomes vitally essential to a man’s
omfort and happiness. j
Margaret Edgarton arose from i
er seat by the scanty tire, and, open- :
ig cue door, looked out upon the
igiit. She stood a moment, then j
icli a shudder closed the door, and ;
attuned to her husbad’s side.
‘ God pity those who are exposed
i the storm tiiis niglit!” she said,
irvently. \
‘"Amen!” responded her husband, ;
l a deep, solemn voice. “Though
-e are very, very poor, Margaret;
tiougU on to-morrow we are to be
arust from our home; though we
ave only a solitary crust for our;
reakfast—yet will I thank God that j
e has given us a shelter to-night!
.’here are many even poorer than ;
re.”
The man raised his dark, serious
yes devoutly upward, and the fair,
outhful head, of his pale wife lean-
d down to his shoulder.
“Yes, William, God is very good,
•at I tremble to thiuk of the future,
’he rent due, our stay here only an
,ct of mercy on our landlord s part
—oh, Willie!”
Tne feeble voice broke down in
ears.
‘Take no thought for the morrow, ;
vliat ye shall eat or what ye shall
Iriuk”—it is God’s word, Margaret.
I it hadn’t been for misfortune,”.j
tnd he glanced at the mutilated and
laudaged arm which hung powerless
it iiis side—“we might'have been en
uring the fruits and comforts of my
abor; but it is all for the best I sup
pose.”
There was a short silence in the
:oom, which was interrupted by a
ap at the door.
“Who can be out on such a night?”
ml Mrs. Edgarton started up hasti
ly to admit the visitor.
Ho was an old, weather-beaten
man, of some three score years, shab
bily dressed and carrying in his hand
a lean, meagre bundle. In reply to
her kind invitation, he followed Mrs.
Edgarton into the house, and took a
seat by the smouldering fire. After
a few commonplace remarks, the
stranger said:
“It’s a rough night, friends, and
the travelling; is none the best—can
you let me stay all night here ? Tne
man at the shop, back a-piece, tells
me that it is a good four miles to the
village.”
Mr. Edgarton looked at his wife,
and in her sympathizing face read
her consent.
“Yes, my good man,” he replied,
immediately, “you can.stay if you will;
but I’m afraid j-on will fiud our ac
commodations none of the best. We
are very poor and destitute, but such
as we have we offer you freely.
yes-
ter-night! Food cannot begot now-
a-days without monev.”
The eyes of Mrs. Edgarton filled
with tears as she thought of the
quarter loaf of bread—their earthly
all—which she had reserved for
breakfast.
“God will take care of us,” she
said, thoughtfully, and rising she
placed the scanty store upon the ta
ble.
The stranger ate the bread with
out comment, and when he had fin
ished, he seemed wounderfully in
vigorated, and conversed quite in
telligently with Mr. Edgarton.
“You have a bad arm there, sir;
may I ask how it happened ?”
“Certainly; an unlucky fall from a
high building has crippled me for
life.”
“Y ou were at work on the building?
a mechanic, eh?”
“A brick-layer; the staging on the
new brick warehouse at L gave
way, and I was precipitated some
twenty feet.”
“The warehouse of Mr. Morgan?”
“The same, sir. It was a sad ac
cident for me, but I have tried hard
to be reconciled.”
“Weil, well, this is a hard life; hard
for us all! I guess if I’m to stay
with you to-night, I may as weli re
tire- It’s getting toward eleven.”
The poor but clean bed appro
priated to the stranger guest, was
made more comfortable by addition
al clothing taken from the conch of
the poor couple, and the man, in ap
parent thankfulness, bid them good
night, and retired.
They, too, leaning on the everlast
ing arm, took no thought of morrow,
though it was to see them houseless
and without food. Verily, that faith
which can thus sustain the soul in
the most trying moments, is no delu
sion.
Morning came and to the unlimit
ed surprise of Mr. and Mrs. Edgar-,
ton their guest was missing! Gone,
and when or how, they could not im
agine, but gone he certainly was.
They wondered over the circumstan
ces, but in the trouble and anxiety of
their utter destitution, the stranger
man was soon dismissed from their
thoughts, to make room for their own
immediate affairs.
Ten o’clock was the time given
them by the landlord for removal,
and with heavy hearts they* prepar
ed to go forth. Through the kind
ness of a neighbor they had been al
lowed the use of an out-building for
the storage of their little furniture,
and a room in his house until Mr.
Edgarton’s health should be suffi
ciently re-established to admit of his
performing some light labor.
Nine o’clock pealed from the bell
on the neighboring church tower—
but one short hour of home-life re
mained for them! Fifteen minutes
later, there came a quick, imperative
knock at the door of Mr. Edgarton’s
house. Margaret sprang to open it,
and a well-dressed man put a large
packet into her hand, and turned
hastily away. The package address
ed in a bold masculine hand—Mr.
William Edgarton.
William tore it open, and there
dropped out two papers, one being
an official, and the other a private
seal. He examined the former, and
found it to be a deed, conveying to
him and his heirs a certain piece of
property situated on Broad Street—
a large and handsome house there
on, and all its appurtenances.
Transfixed with surprise, he broke
the seal of the letter, and a five hun
dred dollar note met his eye, ac
companied by these brief words:
•‘Last night you freely gave your
all to a poor and destitute wayfarer,
who now begs you to accept the ac
companying deed and money, in re
ward for your noble kindness. A
carriage will come immediately, to
take you to your new residence, and
when you are fairly established there,
your friend, the writer of this, will
do himself the honor of calling upon
you. Respectfully yours,
“Howard Morgan.”
William Edgarton looked at his
wife, as he finished reading, and
both burst into tears. Well did they
know the name of Howard Morgan—
it was that of one of the wealthiest
men in the city; the upright and
highminded, but singularly eccentric
old bachelor, Judge Morgan. It was
in his employ that William Edgar
ton had received the serious iujury
which had disabled his left arm for
life, yet, strange to say, he had nev
er seen the rich man, his business
being transacted principally by an
agent. He had now no doubt that
! his visitor of the previous night was
! none other than Mr. Morgan.
| True to the promise contained in
1 the letter, a carriage came for the
Edgartons, aud without hesitation
they entered, and were driven to
their handsome and pleasantly situ
ate 1 house. They found it prepar
ed for immediate oceupaocv—even
to the burning of the plentiful fires
and the smoking breakfast upon the
table.
They had scarcely had time to ad
mire the rich taste which had furn
ished the spacious rooms, when a
riug at the door announced a visitor.
It was the old wayfarer of the night
before.
He received all the grateful thanks
the bewildered Edgertons tried to
make to him, and taking a seat up
on the sofa, he drew them down on
each side of him. He was well dress
ed now, and Mrs. Edgarton wonder
ed that she had not noticed the ex
treme kindliness of his countenance
on the preceding evening.
“My good friends,” he said, taking
a hand of each, “I’ll begin to explain
a little of this mystery. I had heard
of the misfortune of one of my work
men, through my agent, and that his
family were in distressed circumstan
ces. Before I could trust myself to
do anything for you, I wished to as
certain the true state of affairs, and
last night’s experience satisfied me.
Wlieu I find charity and true good
ness, anywhere, I am determined
that they shall be rewarded even in
this world. And now, Mr. Edgarton.
I am in want of an ove: seer in my
wholesale store on Leipsic Street,
and I propose the situation to yon
whenever you shall be able to en
dure the fatigue. The salary is two
thousand dollars a year, and I guess
your pretty wife can manage affairs
comfortably on that, eh, Mrs. Ed
gartou?” and the old man cast a
good-humored look into her tear-
wet face.
That was a happy day for Mr. and
Mrs. Edgarton. Ii was also a hap
py day for the charitable Mr. Mor
gan and no doubt the augel who re
cords the good deeds of man, wrote
many a shining line against his name
that day.
William Edgarton assumed the
post of overseer in his patrons es
tablishment, and faithfully were his
duties discharged, and more than
satisfied was his employer.
Mrs. Edgarton grew to be the mer
riest, blithest little woman to be
found on Broad Street. Mr. Mor
gan spends many a delightful even
ing at their house, holding their
bright-eyed little Howard on his
knee, and telling him pleasant stories
of the great and good. Blessed be
charity!”
Wliat a Lightning Stroke Revealed.
-in lxuio paper tells a very strange
and startling story of the ieveraumi
made by a stroke of lightning a few
days since. The stroke, it seems,
prostrated a splendid grove of oaks
in the Miami Valley. Among them
was one which was rent asunder
from top to bottom, and according
to the narrator, the fragments, in fal
ling apart, disgorged a gaunt skele
ton, yellow with age which instantly
fell to pieces and was scattered sev
eral feet over the surrounding pas
turage. With the remains was also
found a few bottles of ancient pat
tern and a leather pocket book, in
good state of preservation. The
pocket book told the sad and tragic
story of the disentombed skeleton.
It contained papers which were
brown and discolored, and covered
with.rude pencilings, scarcely legi
ble, but enough could be deciphered
to show that they had been written
by a soldier in the revolutionary ar
my—a man iu fact, who had been an
aid and companion to General
Washington. His name was Roger
Vauderburg, and he held the rank of
captain.
After participating in the priva
tions of Valley Forge, aud the re
treat across the Jerseys, and serving
a brief time at West Point, lie march
ed with St. Clair against the North
western Indians. On November 3,
1791, lie was wounded and captured
by the red skins. He subsequently
escaped, however, and being hard
pressed by his savage foes, lie took
refuge in this oak tree. The hollow
afforded a convenient retreat, and
he allowed himself to drop into it.
Then, too late, lie found that he had
miscalculated the depth of the hol
low, and there was no escape. The
remaining hours of his life were spent
in writing a diary, the entries of
•which show a terrible record of hu
man suffering, during a period of
eleven days lie painfully described
his sensations as he felt himself slow
ly starving to death. The story is
certainly a strange one, and .there is 1
nothing improbable about it.
A negro once said in a prayer |
meeting: “Bredren, when I was a;
boy I took a hatchet and went into j
the woods. When I found a tree ;
dat was straight, and big, and solid, j
I didn’t touch dat tree ; but when I j
found one leaning a little, and holler j
inside, I soon had him down. So
when the debbil goes after Christians,
he don’t touch dem dat stand straight
and true, but dem dat lean a little
and are holler inside.”
Coleridge, when lecturing as a
young man, was violently hissed. He
j immediately retorted, “Vi beu a cold :
| stream of truth is poured <m red- j
j hot prejudices, no wonder that they j
1 hiss.” 1
Death of Bishop Early.
Bishop John Early, D. 1)., of the
Methodist Episcopal Church, South,
died at Lynchburg, Va._, on Wednes
day, iu the eighty-eighth year of his
age. The Richmond Dispatch, in
noticing his decease, says :.
Bishop Early was one of the most
remarkable men of his times, not
Only for his career as a minister of
the Gospel, but for his active and
energetic participation in public
works and in the municipal affairs of
the community in which he lived.
He came to the ministry in 1806,
when twenty years of age, as a mem
ber of the Virginia Conference of
the Methodist Episcopal Church.
He immediately, by his indomitable
energy and spirit, and his earnest
devotion to his office,Became a man
of note in his community. His bear
ing was so brave and confident, his
teachings so zealous, and his style
so simple and emphatic, that he is
said to have had more power over
those within the circle of his infi li
enee than any minister of his per
suasion of his time. He added im
mensely to hi.s church. His field of
duty was vast, and he filled it with
wonderful energy. He became, per
haps, as widely known and as much
beloved in the Southern and Wes
tern States as any man of his calling
ever did. He was as early as 1828
prominently connected with the first
great educational movement in the
Methodist Church in Virginia. He
was the father of Randolph Macon
College, and was the President of the
Board of Trustees of that institution
until his death. He was also con
nected with the publication depart
ment of the Methodist Episcopal
Church for several years, filing the
office of what was called book agent."
At the General Conference, held in
Columbus, Ga., in May, 1851, he was
elected one of the Bishops of the
Methodist Episcopal Church, South,
which office he filied to the day of
his death. Bishop Early was prom
inently connected with the legisla
tion of his church, and was looked
upon in this relation as one of its
wiies and most zealous servants.
The benefits of his ministry cannot
be over-estimated by his church.
It was not a little wonderful that
a man so devoted to Lis church, and
who performed such prodigious labor
in canvassing the vast field allotted
to him, should find time for secular
occupations at once important and
^f®ff 1 gooiRVas”L: - 4 t : ude .. f or
his strong intellect was always given
with alacrity to whatever work of
improvement promised good results
to his people, lie was a great ad
vocate of the James River and Ka
nawha Canal in its infancy, aud
stru igled ably and persistently in its
behalf for many years. The pres
ence of the Bishop was fine, erect,
stout, frank, bold—lie moved with an
evident consciousness of a rectitude
of purpose and a solemn sense of
duty. Active and dauntless, he nev
er lost an opportunity to advance
anY cause he espoused, and was nev- j
er deterred from the discharge of a J
duty that he felt called upon to per- I
form. He was possessed of genuine J
personal valor, and of the exigencies
of extensive travel to which he was
exposed in pursuit of his mission, iu
frontier districts amongst rude pop
ulations, there are numerous reminis
cences showing his self-possession
and strong will iu trial aud peril.—
He had nothing ornate in language
or manner ; but for manhood, ener
gy, strong ideas, strong language,
and that earnestness which influences
men because of its honesty and
truth, Bishop Early was indeed a
very rare man. For the last four
years he has been “superauuated,”
and has been confined to his home
by failing health; but his vigorous
intellect continued unclouded until a
brief period before his death.
Loss of a Continent.—Plato sent
down to posterity a tradition of his
day that a great continent which oc
cupied the space now covered by
the Atlantic ocean suddenly sank
down out of sight. He further says
that it was an island called Atlantis.
On it were kingdoms and organized
governments, wealth, arts, and eivili
zation, instantly lost to human sight.
It is now the opinion of the leading
geologists—those most advanced in
science—that the American continent
appeared when the Atlantic waters
rushed into the enormous cavity or
depression in the earth's surface now
filled by salt water. The Rocky
Mountains were then the rough bot
tom of an ocean which rose with
marine plants, shells and other pro
ducts of an aquatic origin, that are
found abundantly strewed there, and
in fact, all over North and South
America. Remnants of Atlantis, the
submerged continent, are believed
bv some scientists to be recognized
in the Adirondacks, the White Moun
tains of Maine, aud a few other out
croppings belonging to the other
boundaries of that deluged and f >r-
ever lost country. There is no bn ow
ing what astounding discoveries m iv
yet be made in comming ages cor
roborative of Plato’s narrative.
A Wife’s Strategy.
We have but little sympathy for a
man who will barter away the af
fection he should feel for a wife for
the fickle smiles and favors of wo
men whose moral stamina is not
strong enough to keep them afloat
on the dark waters of sin.
Therefore, we could only smile
when we, the other day, learned the
details of the following little episode:
W. L., of this city, is a young
married man of more than ordinary
attractions, and, of course, he knows
it. He is a regular ladykiller—in
his estimation. A few years ago he
won the heart and hand of an intelli
gent, girl from a neighboring town ;
but he cannot resist the fascinations
of his old ways among the opposite
sex. He never lets an opportunity
slip of making himself agreeable to
them, and ingratiating himself into
their confidence as far as possible.
“Last week his wife was visited
by an acquaintance of her girlhood
from the country—a smart, fresh
looking damsel, but not overscrupu-
lous about her conduct—rather loose
in her ways, showing poor bringing-
up. During her visit here, Mr. L.,
his wife, aud their visitor took oc
casion to run up to Nicholson for a
day of pleasure, which passed off to
the apparent enjoyment of all con
cerned.
“But it was on the return trip that
the fun commenced—for the wife.
The three passengers occupied two
seats in the car, opened opposite to
each other, the husband and a few
articles of baggage on one seat, aud
the ladies facing him.
“Laughter, merriment and jokes,
interspersed with comments on the
events of the day, were freely in
dulged in, and everything was going
on swimmingly, until at length Mrs.
L. thought she caught a glimpse, in
tne dark corner of the car, Of hus
band’s hand reaching that of her
companion, which lay partly conceal
ed under her shawl.
“It was the careful movemeut of a
moment to place her own hand where
his was likely to fall. The next in
stant she felt the real old-time pres
sure of her youthful lover’s palm,
which she returned with the ardor
chat she had done in the days long
gone.
“Then followed a half hour of more
than usually lively conversation on
tne part of her husband, and it was
interspersed at every significant
point, as thick as commaS, with
wTncfi were ~T)BuifiITfifeL
into a do wn-right squeeze ; and every
one was returned with equal fervor
by his wife, who was delighted be
yond measure at the success of her
little game.
“Nothing interferred with the
programme, until at length the con
ductor suddenly burst open the door
within a few feet of them, tvlien the
full glare of his lantern fell on the
discomfited wight and the laughing
wife. She held stoutly to her hus
band’s hand, and lifted it as high as
her head, until there could no longer
be a doubt in the mind of one of the
three as to the situation of affairs.
“The man didn’t talk worth a cent
the rest of the trip, and as every
thing has appeared serene around
their liearth ever since it is presumed
that lie lias begged forgivness-^-and
is looking for another change. —
Scranton (-Pa.) Democrat.
The Lumber Trade of Georgia.
From statistics obtained from a
gentleman of this city, says the Ma
con Telegraph and Messenger, it is
found that there have been shipped
from Georgia during the past year,
ending the 31st of August last, two
hundred million feet of yellow pine
lumber and timber, valued at about
five million dollars, being an increase
of shipments since the year 1867, of
about one hundred and forty millions
of feet.
Query: How long will the supply
of pine timber last in Georgia, if tiie
shipments to the markets of the
world continue in the same ratio ?
It is certainly highly impoi tant for
the interest of Georgia that this val-
uel wood should be protected. When
Noah’s Ark.
A scientific writer gives it as his
opinion, founded on certain Biblical
facts, that the ark was smaller than
the Great Eastern. It had three
decks, and was divided into numer
ous compartments by longitudinal
and transverse bulkheads, for the
safety and order of its occupants. It
was built of gopher wood, a species
of evergreen timber resembling the
pine in length and strength of trunk,
and the white cedar in lightness. In
model, it was all that a great carrier
could be, chest like, with lines
straight and angles square, but the
bottom and top were elliptical in out
line, presenting convexity to the
earth and sky. After giving the di
mensions and the model of construc-
oiice destroyed, it can never be re- j tion of the several parts, this au
thority tells us, as if lie were equal
ly certain on this point, that the ark
“is now in a good state of preserva
tion, but lying under an eternal man
tle or snow, hundreds of feet deep,
at an altitude of seventeen thousand
five hundred feet above the level of
the sea. Ever since the flood dried
up, the climate of Armenia has been
colder, and snow always covers the
top of Ararat, rendering it impossi
ble for any of Noah’s descendants to
go up and find the ark.
placed again.
Shipments from Georgia, for the
year ending 31st August, 1873, of yel
low pine timber and lumber :
Feet.
From Savannah 52,580,429
From Brunswick 35,364,357
From St. Alary’s and Colerain 11,102,102
From Darien 75,000,000
From ports of Georgia per licensed
vessels (estimate-/ 11,000,000
From railroads to Western and North
western States (estimated) . .10,000,000
From Uiuittahuoehee and Flint riv
ers to Apalachicola 5,000,000
200,046,948
Our correspondent who sends the
foregoing estimates that, sit the pres
ent rate of progress, it will take from
fifteen to twenty years to denude
Georgia of all the pine timber with-
The Revenges of Time.
Notwithstanding the tight times
in the monetary world, it is believed,
on gootl authority, that a very large
- . - , number of Northern people will visit
m her limits. Much ot the most ; pj ie youth, this winter, aud remain
valuable tunoer shipped from the longer than usual. Some, of course,
State to the Nott.i and ioveign coun- u j 11 come for sanitary reasons, but a
tries is said to consist oi selected ! ncw c ] ilS s may be expected who hie
trees, taken at considerable distances W ay for reasons connected with
from water courses and railways, and the stoppage of mills and the gen-
without the consent or knowledge of
the proprietors of the hivds. The
laws for the protection of timber iu
this State are inadequate or badly
eral eviction of the working classes.
The fact is, they are afraid of the
future, at the North, when the labor
ing masses grow desperate. Once
enforced. Land holders, therefore, upon a time, Southern men journev-
who are holding timber lands in the ed Northward to escape the real or
expectation of reaping some profit j imaginary terrors of a social uphea-
ou their investments from the lisem va j. Now it is confidently expected
the value of such timber, will prob- that many Northern people will flock
ably find little left of it when lnm- Southward to find a safe liaven and
her prices suggest bringing these a aimg harbor.
lands into market. Verily, there is a God of Justice
. . ’ ' * ~ , ,, and Compensation. Time is bring-
An excnange informs us that the . about its revenges very fast it
old philopena trick, has been revived de b ed .-Augusta (Jorltituilonalist.
again in Georgia, where “the young
lady takes a double almond in her !
teeth and the young man bites it off.” j
That sort of thing used to bt popu- |
lar in Doylestown ; but it is hardly |
ever tried any more since the pain- j
philopena party Iasi—wnrtvAl "A-a i
lady who had the almond in her teeth
was somewhat advanced in years and
not a little dilapidated. The almond
was uncommonly tough, and the man
who nibbled at it was in deadly earn
est. He closed his teeth upon it
and pulled harder, but made no im
pression. He clenched his jaws up
on it and gave a desperate wrench.
As a consequence of the desperate
efforts of the young man, he found
himself standing up in that room
holding in his mouth a nut in which
were fixed a double set of porcelain
teeth, belonging to the aforesaid
maiden. It was embarrassing, in a |
certain sense, for all parties, and the
young man thought it would be !
soothing to the feelings of the com- :
pany if he went home. Other and j
less perilous games are in vogue at j
Doylestown this year.
Dressing with FLinness.
1. It would lessen the burden of
many who find it hard to maintain
their place in society.
2. It would lessen the force of the
Darter iiumxx GiiA —W. ..i»—
play. . . ,
3. If there was less strife in dresa
at church, people in moderate cir
cumstances would be more inclined
to attend.
4. Universal moderation in dresa
at church would improve the worship
by the removal of many wandering
thoughts.
5. It would enable all classes of
people to attend church better in un
favorable weather.
6. It would lessen on the part of
the rich, the temptation to vanity.
7. It would save valuable time on
the Sabbath.
8. It would relieve our means from
a serious pressure, and thus enable
us to do more for good enterprise.
The Saw of Contention.—“O
Frank, come and see how hot my
i saw gets when I rub it. When I
A Constitutional Convention.—
Under this head the Chronicle and
Sentinel has the following :
“Since 1870 a number of daily
and weekly journals of Georgia have
been calling for a State Convention,
in order that a new Constitution
might be framed and submitted to
the people for ratification. Recently
the politicians have caught up the
cry, and the subject is being vigorous- ;
Iv agitated in certain sections. For ;
our own part we desire a Convention
called, principally that the capital ;
question may be fairly and firmly
settled. We do not believe that a
majority of the people of Georgia
wisli the capital of the S ate located
in Atlanta. We do believe that a j
majority of the people of the State |
are in favor of transferring the seat
of g iverument to Milledgeviile, where |
it rightfully belongs. The section of
the Constitution removing it to At
lanta was rammed down our throats
along with relief, homesteads, and
the good features of the Constitution ,
of 1868. At the next election we j
wish the question put separate and j
distinct, in order that the real wish
of the people may be ascertained.
Biennial sessions of the Legislature
should also be provided for, as th i
State canuot afford the expense of
annual sessions, accomplishing, as
they do, so little of good. By all
means let the Legislature in January
put the question to the people, Con
vention or no Convention!
A lady teacher inquired of the
members of a class of juveniles if
any of them could name the four
seasons. Distantly ihe chubby hand
of a five year-old was raised and
promptly came the answer, “Pep
per, salt, vinegaV and mustard.”
Among sundry “Maxims of Gari- j dra w it through the board a while,
son Life,” in a volume now in press, ! it’s almost hot enough to set fire to
which is designed especially for sol- j it.”
diers we observe many points wor- j “That’s the friction,” said Frank,
thy of attention from every one in j w itli all the superior wisdom of two
whatever position he may be placed. ; years more than Eddie boasted.
For example: | “Yes,” said sister Mary, who was
Be sure not to overrate your abili- j passing, “it’s the friction; but do
ties, but remember that- your snpe- j yon know what it makes me think
rior may at any time stand at your ' 0 f?”
elbow. | “No, what?” asked both boys at
Do not distrust others without a 1 once,
most just reason. ' “Of two little boys who were
If von are married, respect no one quarreling over a trifle this morning,
socially who has not been duly cour- iUK } the more they talked the hotter
teous to your family. their tempers grew, until there was
Be decided, kind, and polite in no knowing whatmight have liappen-
all your official and private rela- • ed if mother had not thrown cold
tions. Avater on the fire by sending them
Live within your income, and be i n to separate rooms.”
just in all your dealings. The boys hung their heads, and
Be faithful to your friends, and Mary went on.
cautious with your enemies. “ » ♦
Never allow* yourself to be led into Suppose a man owns a skiff ; he
the bad habit of grumbling or fault- fastens the skiff to the shore with a
finding, but be pleasant, agreeable, j rope made of straw ; along comes a
and cheerful in till your duties. j cow ; cow gets into the boat, turns
Be careful, active, vigilant, and round, and eats the rope; the skiff
considerate in the execution of all ; thus let loose, with the cow on
your duties; and above all, be just to board, starts down stream, and oil
your inferiors. its passage is upset; the cow is
drowned. Now, has the man that
owns the cow got to pay for the
boat, or the man that owns the boat
got to j ay for the cow ?
Mr. Coville says a looking glass
affords a woman a marvellous
amount of comfort and gratification.
He says his wife thinks just as much
of consulting her glass when she ties
on her apron as when she ties on
her bonnet. He says that when
there is a knock at the door, he goes
there at once, but his wife, on the
contrary, ejaculatt s, “Mercy, Joseph,
who’s that?” and dashes for the
looking-glass the first thing*
Sir Isaac Newton, a little before
he died, said : “I don’t know what I
may seem to the world, but, as to
myself, I seem to have been only
like a boy playing on the sea-shore,
aud diverting myself in now and then
finding a smoother pebble or it pret
tier shell than ordinary, whilst the
great ocean of thvuth lay all undis
covered before me.
“Guilty or not guilty?” asked a
Dutch justice.
“Not guilty.”
“Den vsit de tyful do you here ?
Go about mit your pizness !”