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VOL. II.
SANDEKSVJLLE, GEORGIA, DECEMBER 12, 1873.
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POETRY.
SELECT 31ISCELLANY.
Summer, Sweet, Good-Bye.
B” GEOSOE coorzn.
(••.la unci veil and purplo leases
Flutt v down the v.-ind;
W ';i tlio sno"- of thistle down
All the lanes are lined,
near and keenly blue the sky,
li-.rr ving birds are flying high.
Singing: ••.Summer, sweet, good-bye!'’
n “Summer, sweet, good-bye!”
Shfioves are nodding in the sun,
As if passed along,
In a gay, fantastic rout,
Summer’s fairy throng,§
'\Vh: r the failing willow swings,
Where the nest, deserted, clings,
Listen to the brook, that sings:
“Summer, sweet, good-bye!”
Woodlands whisper sad farewells;
Squirrels frisk and spring;
Patter, patter, rain and nuts,
Pm- their harvesting.
Fi-ecks of merry birds go by,
'Meath the heart’s unclouded sky,
Hopeful, trustful while we sigh:
“Summer, sweet, good-bye!’
THE RIVAL CLAIMANTS.
BY JUDGE CLARK.
Who Mr. Wilson was, whence he :
came, and what had been his ante
cedents, were points on which the
good people of Pokebmy remained j
as unenlightened after he had dwelt
ten years among them as they were
at liis first coming.
His health had been for some
time failing, and one day I was sent
to write liis will. The instructions -
he gave me were very brief. He
wished his entire estate to be vested j
in trustees, the annual income to he i
devoted to certain specified charities; !
but in case his brother, of whom he ;
had lost sight for many years, proved
to be alive and should be discovered,
the above bequest was to become
thenceforward null, and the entire
property to go to his brother.
“This brother-—have you any clew
that may lead to his discovery ?” I
asked. -j
“None,” he answered; “and Ij
greatly fear, for certain reasons, that i
if.he be living he will never, volun
tarily, make himself known.
“Few people purposely keep out
of the way of a good fortune, I re
marked.
He made no answer, but seemed
to be reflecting deeply.
“I wish to confide a secret to you,
lie- said at length. “May 1 do so
safely ?”
“A Lawyer’s oath,” I answered,
“forbids him to betray his client.
You may speak with freedom and
safety.” __
“Mv words may place my brother’s
life in your hands,” he said, “yet it
mav still be possible to clear up a
horrible suspicion which for years has
haunted me. I have read of so many
cases in which it came out that men
were innocent whose guilt seemed
proved to demonstrated that I blam
ed myself for not sooner seeking aid
in the solution of a dreadful mystery,
instead of helplessly brooding over
it.”
He paused, as if still hesitating
to disclose his secret. The inde
cision, however, was but momenta-
ly.
“Mv brother Charles and myself,
he resumed, “were brought up in a
distant city by a wealthy uncle, of
whom I was the favorite.
“Charles was younger than I, by
some years. He was a light-heart
ed, affectionate boy, a little wild and
extravagant, but not vicious—just
the person on the whole not to meet
the approbation of our strict old un
cle.
“When the latter made liis wilp he
left the bulk of his fortune to me,
appointing me also trustee of the
very moderate provision made for
my brother.
“Charles expressed no displeasure
at this. He placed too little value
on money, 1 tlTought, or had too
much confidence in my generosty to
care which of us our uncle left his
wealth to.
“Not long after the will was made,
returning home one night, I found
the front door unlocked. I paid lit
tle attention to the circumstance, at
tributing it to the carelessness of the
servant.
“On reaching my room, I discover-
that I had not with me a valuable
book which I had started with from
a public library to which I was a sub
scriber. I had stopped to visit a
friend on the way, and conjectured
that I might have left the volume at ;
his room. I determined to act on .
the surmsie, and return to my rienci s i
at once. J
“As I passed out of the door, I j
met Charles coming in. I do not '
know if I spoke to liim in my haste, j
I found the book where I supposed
it was, and had nearly readied my
uncle’s door again, when I saw my
brother rush out excitedly, and walk
rapidly away.
“I met the housekeeper in the
hallway. She seemed paralyzed with
fear.
“ ‘I’m afraid something terrible has
happened,’ she said, recovering her
voice by an effort.
“ ‘What is the matter, I asked.”
“ ‘Oh, sir,’ she answered, ‘Mr.
Charles ran out of his uncle’s room
just now, looking like a ghost, and
having a bloody knife in liis hand.
He passed me without speaking, and
hurried from the house before I could
say a word!”
“I went at once to my uncle's apart
ment. A ghastly spectaole mot my
sight i 31y uncle lav - lifeless in his
blood ! The gas was burning brightly,
and every detail of the horrid scene
was appallingly distinct.
‘J\ly nucle had been stabbed
through the heart. His secretary
stood open and the floor was strewn
with papers.
“Like a flash of lightning the ques
tion presented itself, ‘Can my broth
er have committed this deed ?’ His
flight, the liosekeeper’s statement, his
possible resentment at our uncle’s
will—all seemed to come to one con
clusion, much as I strove to close 1113"
mind against it.
“I called for help. The house
keeper and servants came in answer
to the alarm. The former fell faint
ing at the sickening sight, and had
to be carried to her roon where, for
tunately, she remainined for a season
in a conditiion which prevented her
from relating what she had seen.
“The authorities were notified and
an inquest held; but nothing afford
ing a clew to the murderer was elicit
ed. I was the onty* witness examined.
What the housekeeper could reveal,
was known only to myself and her.
She had been Charles’ nurse, and
was devoted to him, and it needed
onty* a hint that speaking might put
him in peril, effectually to close her
month.
“I was questioned only as to what
I had seen after entering the house,
and answered fully and truly. If in
failing to tell what I was not asked
about—the suspicious circumstances
under which I had seen m3' brother
leave the house—I trifled with my
oath, I can only beg the forgiveness
of Heaven. What the housekeeper
had told me of course was hearsay,
and inadmissible at second-hand.
The coroner never thought of calling
her.
“I.gave m3' friends some plausible
explanation of Charles’ absence, ho
ping to myself, from day to day, he
might return and relieve 1113’ mind
from its distracting doubts; but
through all the long years that have
since followed, he has never, to my
knowlepge, been seen or heard of.
“I feel that were he found and
placed on trial, should all the evi
dence come out, any jury would con
vict him. For myself, I have fought,
night and day, to drive away the tor
turing suspicion, but it will not leave
me. I left my native citv 7 and come
hither, fearing, if I remained, I
should not long be able to divert, at
tention from my brother’s strange
absence.
“I have now told you all. To
morrow I will put in your hands a
sum sufficient to defray whatever ex
pense it may be necessary to incur
in restoring me, if possible, m3 7 broth
er freed from mistrust.”
Mr. Wilson’s startling narrative
left me little hope of being able to
gratify his wishes. The proof against
liis brother seemed unanswerable;
and there was slight reason to ex
pect that a man hiding for such a
crime would voluntarily* expose him
self to the chances of detection.
I prepared Mr. W ilson’s will in
accordance with his wishes, and he
placed in my hands the money he
had promised. He died, however,
before any discoveries were made.
I now advertised cautiously for
Charles Wilson, mentioning the fact
of his brother’s death, and stating
that by communicating with me he
might learn something to liis advan
tage.
I was seated in my’ office one day,
when a stranger entered.
“I am Charles 'Wilson,” he said
“and have come to answer- your no
tice.”
I looked at him narrowly. There
was no great resemblance between
him and the late Wilson; j 7 et. the
want of likeness was not sufficient,
of itself, to render their relationship
improbable.
‘ What proof have you of your iden
tity ?” I inquired.
“I can mention all the family
names for one thing,” he answered.
“A little preparation might enable
any to do that,” I replied.
“I have a ring given me by r my un
cle,” lie said, a little reluctantly.
“His name is in it. It was a parting
present when I left home.”
“Let me see it,” i requested.
He took from his pocket and un
did a small parcel. It contained an
elegant diamond ring. The gem was
E
costly and elegantly set. The name
was there as he had stated.
“By the way,” I added turning up
on him quick, “arc you not a little
afraid topressentyourself as a claim
ant of your brother’s fortune?”
“Wliy ?” he asked with evident
nervousness.
“Did it newer occur to you that
you might be accused of your uncle’s
murder?” I explained.
“My uncle’s murder!” he exclaim
ed, turning pale and trembling.
“What proof is there to found such
a charge on me ?”
“Enough to hang you, I fear should
it ever be brought forward,” was my
reply.
And determined to push him home,
and find what explanation lie had to
"vc, I went over all my late client
ad told me.
The effect on him was singular.
He was reassured by the statement.
‘Of course you are not at liberty to
•use to my prejudice information thus
confided to yon,” he remarked.
“My client employed me to serve,
and not to injure his brother,” I an
swered. “His last wish was that he
might be free from this black sus
picion.”
“That wish shall be fulfilled,” he
said. “I think I can yet find a clue
to the real culprit and in a few more
days satisfy you of 1113' innocence as
well as identity.”
He took his ring and went away,
promising to return as soon as lie
could produce his proof.
Next day another stranger appear
ed, he, too, introduced himself as the
long-missing Charles Yflilson, and
the likeness between him and the
man of whom he claimed to be the
brother was striking in the extreme.
“I have not come about the for
tune,” he said, “but to learn what I
may, of the last years of m3* brother’s
life.”
He wept when I repeated the dead
man’s story as I had to the other—
wept mingled tears of joy and grief.
“Would that my poor brother was
alive,” he cried, “that I might at last
stand as clear in his sight as he this
day does in mine! It was to turn
suspicion from him that I fled on
that terrible night, and have ever
since remained concealed.
“As he told you, I met him hur
rying out as I entered the door.
Having occasion to visit 1113* uncle’s
room, I was horror stricken at the
sight of his corpse stretched upon j
the floor. Near it lay a bloody knife, |
which I recognized as belonging to j
my brother. A dreadful thought |
Mashed upon me. I snatched up the i
knife, and was running from the room
to conceal it, when the housekeeper |
met me. J knew she would believe
me guilty. In justifying myself I
might implicate my brother, i fled
from the house and never returned, j
determined to save brother at the j
cost of reputation, and should need
be, of life itself. If suspicion fell ,
on either, it should now be on me.” !
The story was simply and touch- :
inglv told. I had no doubt of its -
truth, and requested the stranger to j
hold himself in readiness till I re
quired his presence, which I should
shortly do. I further cautioned him
to keep liis own counsel.
After the lapse of some days the
first claimant returned, accompanied
by an ill-looking man of aged ap
pearance.
“I have found out the real murder
er,” he said; “but, unfortuuatety*, he
is beyond the reach of justice.”
“His name ?” I asked.|
“Richard White,” he answered.
“What proof have you?”
“This,” pointing to his companion,
“is a man with whom White pawned
my uncle’s watch shortly after the
murder. The pawnbroker has kept
it ever since, and has it with him
now.
“Yesli, here it isb,” said tli3 gen
tleman referred to, producing the
watch. “Mishter Vliite pawned him
mit me for foofzy dollar. I can
sliwerr to dafc. Und 1113- friend Shar-
ley Yilson—I can swear to him, too
—know’t him from a P03’.”
I stepped out and sent a messen
ger privately for the otner claim
ant.
In a few minutes he entered the
office. At the sight of him the first-
comer started to his feet and sprang
toward the door. It was plain that
he recognized the real Charles Wil
son, and saw that his own game was
up.
A couple of officers intercepted his
flight. The pawnbroker was fain to
make his peace by confessing that
the counterfeit Charles Wilson had
placed the watch in his hands and
instructed him what to tell.
Both the watch and the ring were
identified as the property of the mur
dered man, and other circumstances
coming to light, the criminal was, in
due time, tried and executed, first j
making a full confession of his guilt. 1
—New York.
“Hello, there,” saida farmer to an
Irishman, busily engaged at one of
his cherry trees, “by what right do
yon take these cherries?
“In faith, my friend, said he, “by
my right hand sure.”
Miss Parker's Christmas Gift.
BY CLARA AUGUSTA.
Miss Phc-bc Parker was an “insti
tution” in herself.
If she had not existed, it is doubt
ful if the town of Birchville would
have had an existence. It would
have died out for want of a motive
power to keep its machinery mov-
ing. ' '
Miss Parker was what vulgar peo
ple would call a strong-minded wo
man. She attended to the affairs of
everybody in the neighborhood with—j woman, I know what is what!
out monej' and without price. You | give woman a chalice, °“' 1
would seldom find one so willing to
look after your concerns with no oth
er remuneration than the satisfac
tion she felt in making herself use
ful.
She spent all bar time in going
from house to house looking after the
households of her friends, and re
tailing the news. The Birchville Ea
gle sold out its office for a shoe shop,
and removed its printing press to a
town ten miles off. It was perfect
folly to think of running a weekly
paper at two dollars a year in that the power!
place, when people had a daily bul- it is done!
let in gratis.
Miss Parker had been disappoint
ed in love early in life. She gave a
very romantic version of the affair—
enough to draw tears from e3 7 es all
unused to the melting mood; and as
we never want to make any of our
readers lachrymose, we forbear the
recital. But there were ill jiatured
people in Birchville, who said that
the disappointment consisted solely
in the fact that Miss Parker fell in
love with old Peter Phipps whose
wife had died and left him with sev
en interesting little offspring. Mr.
Phipps called at Miss Parker’s, six
weeks after his wife’s death, to bor- , _
row a pail of meal, and Miss Parker wa A* determined on his ievenge.
propriety. She rapped on the tables
with her ratan.
“If those two young men -would |
remember where the\* are—in the 1
house of a deacon of the church—
they would, I think, conduct them
selves with a little more decency!” ;
said Miss Parker with asperity.
“Humph!” said Frank in a sub
dued tone, “who are you, I wonder ?”
Miss Parker heard him and fired •
up instantly.
“I am the president of this socie- ;
ty, and I will keep order at whatev- j
er cost. Thank Heaven, if I am a j
Onty* |
and there
would be better goings on than there
are now. Women should be taught
to defend their rights, and what is j
more, demand them. They should
be allowed every privilege which men
enjoy—yes sir, every privilege, not
even excepting the right of suffrage.”
Mr. Clinton said something about
the propriety of preserving the deli- ;
cacy of women from the rude contact
of the world.
“Rude contact of a fiddlestick!”
retorted Miss Parker. “I wish I had
I’d show the men how j
If all the women was !
like me, the lords of creation would !
wait a spell before they got a smile
out of my countenance.”
“We should want to wait forever,
in that case,” replied Frank Andrews.
“Silence !” roared Miss Parker, in
a burning rage, “I didn’t come here
to be browbeat by a little upstart
with six pin-feathers on his upper
lip! No sir!”
At this home thrust poor Frank
subsided, for it was patent all over
town that he had spent fifty dollars
hi unguents and washes, and was
still unable to make an3 7 show of the
hirsute appendage.
But though he was silenced, lie
detained him a couple of hours con
doling with him on his loss, and won
dering what would become of those
dear, darling children! And when
old Phipps paid the meal, he sent it
home by Sam Swipes, the hired man,
and a week afterward married the
Widow Piggins.
Miss Parker was President of the
Sewing Society, and Secretary and
Treasurer of the Ladies’ Benevolent
Society, and discharged the arduous
duties of her office with the mostex-
emplaiy ndelit3*.
When Supplies were sent in to the
Benevolent Society for the relief of
the poor, Miss Parker always took
the richest food home with her, for
fear it would give some of the poor
creatures*lhe dy spepsia; and if there
were any clothes sent in that had
less than a.score of rents in them,
she appropriated those also. Fine
clothes, she said, were apt to foster
a spirit of pride and vanity. So you
see she cared for the souls as well
as the bodies of those she worked
for.
She was about forty-five y'ears of
age—perhaps a little more—though
she still clung to a youthful style of
dress, and was constantly bewailing
her inexperience. She wore her hair
in corkscrew ringlets on either side
of her face. Of course it was hair
—she bought it and paid for it. She
kept her skinny neck in view for fear
people would think her miserly in
hiding so much beauty; and the ros
es on her cheeks were as vivid as the
flamask roses in her garden. She got
them up—or rather on—regardless
of expense.
She had one little peculiarity ex
tremely* amusing to those who knew
her well. She was always boasting
of the presents she received. No one
ever could call on her without being
expected to admire something she
had just received “from a friend in
Boston, or New York, or Philadel
phia,” as the case might he. And
there were people who did not hesi
tate to say 7 that she bought these
wonderful presents herself,—but
then, of course, that was pure envy 7 .
Slie was a most devoted champion
of W Oman’s Rights. The softer sex
should not be denied the right of
suffrage. She regarded it as a posi
tive wrong—a burning shame! She
took the stump constantly in favor of
her theory. She talked to the men
who held t he voting privilege in their
hands to right this terrible wrong ;
but with the usual thick headedness
of men, they refused to see the point.
She never lost an opportunity of
giving her opinion; she was never
discouraged by 7 rebuffs. She would
have made a man of herself, for the
privilege of being allowed to attend
town meetings, had the thing been
possible, though she pretended to
despise all the sterner sex most in-»
tensely.
Just a week before Christmas, the
1 Sewing Society 7 met at the house of
Deacon Drew. Miss Parker was
there in full feather, and rampant as
usual.
Frank Andrews and Charlie Clin
ton, two fun-loving young fellows
who had recently come to Birchville
to study medicine with Dr. Tubbs—
were a little" too familiar with the
girls, and kept them giggling too
much to suit Miss Parker’s ideas of
Two or three days afterward, Miss
Parker was surprised by a large and
imposing looking letter, addressed
in an unfamiliar hand, and post
marked New York. And she was
still more surprised at the contents.
“Mr:s Phebe Parker,—
Highly Respected Madame:—Hav
ing long known of yon by reputation ;
having heard frequently of y our lofty
defence of the right; and y 7 our noble
works in the cause of humanity and
truth ; we, though personally strang
ers, desire to present to you, at this
season of gift-making some fitting
testimonial of our esteem. The ar
ticle selected is both useful and orna
mental, and will, we hope, meet your
cordial approbation. Every time
you put it on we trust that you wiil
be reanimated with those glorious
sentiments of honor and aspiration,
which at all times fill your generous
bosom. Please excuse the liberty
we have taken, and believe us
Sincerely 7 your Obt. Servants.
“Riche, Caldwell & Co.
“P. S.—The article will reach y 7 ou
by 7 express on Christmas day.—R*. C.
& Co.”
Miss Parker was enchanted. She
could hardly contain herself suffi
ciently to finish washing her dishes ;
and indeed she left the knives in the
dish-water, to put on her bonnet,
and recite her good luck to her neigh
bors. She took the letter with her,
and read it to amazed audiences at
:ry dwelling.
‘I s “
shall send to the express office
for it on Christmas evening,” .she
said,—“and as the Society meets on
that night, you will all have an op
portunity of seeing it.”
Of course there was a full atten
dance at the meeting on Christmas
Eve. The town was out in force.
Everybody that was not sick abed,
put ou their “totlier clothes” and
honored the occasion.
Curiosity was on the rampage.
Little Jim Blake, the chore boy who
lived with Miss Parker, had been
sent to the express office for the im
portant package, and work was laid
aside until he should return. Vari
ous was the conjectures as to what
the present might be.
“1 shouldn’t wonder if it was a
silk dress,” said Miss Marion Jenk-
suggested Miss Phipps, whose
was'adorned with a bag of false
“Perhi*ps ’tis a Grecian, or a water
fall,’*
head
hair as large as a sofa pillow.
“I should be kinder afeared of it,”
said old Mrs. Pike. “Like enuff it’s
got the smallpox into it. Them cities
is dreadful foul places. I should
smoke it with cobs and brimstone
afore I opened it.”
“Jim is gone an awful while,” said
Mrs. Spring. “I do wish he’d come.”
“He’s coming! I hear his whistle,”
said Miss Parker, solemnly.
And sure enough the door opened
and Jim entered,bearing in his hands
half covered with tickets, and writ
ten directions to treat it “with care.’
Everybody pressed forward to
look at it. Miss Parker took it and
seated herself with grave composure.
She meant to prove to the occasion. A
dead silence prevailed, though some
body afterwards remembered that
Frank Andrews pinched Charlie Clin
ton so severely that ihe latter came
very near letting drop a word that
we should not like to write down.
“We shall now see what my kind Who Can Most Easily be Spared?
friends in New Y'ork have sent me,” j —Young men, this is the first ques-
said Miss Parker, preparing to cut tion your employers ask themselves,
ihe cords, “and I hope the extreme- 1 when business becomes slack, and*
ly young ladies present nitty learn when it is thought necessary to econ-
fi'om the-graceful notice one of their omize in the matter of salaries. This
number has received, that is always question is answered in an American
best to stand on the side of truth and
right”
She cut the cords—the package
fell apart—there was a deathlike hush
journal to our satisfaction. It an
swers the question who can best be
spared this way : Ti ie barnacles, the
shirks, the make-shifts, somebody’s
and Miss Parker held up a pair of nephews, jjrotegees, somebody’s good
striped pantaloons. for-nothings. Young man, please
Judge of her sensations! Judge of remember that these are not the ones
the roar of laughter that filled the j who are called for when responsible
room! Judge, if you can, of her : positions are to be filled. Would
ra S e • j you like to gauge your own fitness
“Try ’em on,” shouted Frank An- for a position of prominence? Would
drews, “and let us see how you look you like to know the probabilities of
reanimated with those glorious sen- your getting such a position? In-
timeuts of honor and”—he stopped quire within ! What are you doing
abruptly, and ducked his head to j to make yourself valuable iu the po-
avoid the huge copy of Pilgrim’s sition you now occupy ? If you are
doing with your might what your
hands find to do, the chances are
ten to one that 3*011 will soon become
so valuable in that position that you
cannot easily be spared from it; and
then, singular to relate, will be the
very time when 3*011 will be sought
out for promotion to a better place.
Of coure the joke was out! Ev- Be content to grade among the men
luge cop3 7 oi Pilgrim’s
Progress-aimed at it, but which miss
ed fire, and landed in the stomach of
old Deacon Drew, knocking all the
breath out of his body.
“Hope they’ll fit!” cried Charlie
Clinton, dodging into the entry, close-
13* followed by a large work basket
and a box of buttons.
erybody knew now, who “Riche,
Caldwell <fc Co.” were.
Miss Parker never forgave the of
fenders. She walks more erect than
over, and takes every opportunity to
declare that if she had the power she
would wipe all the men out of exist
ence; and then see if the women did
not vote.
But thank goodness! she hasn’t
the power.
Manure for Fruit Trees.
It is clear that animal manures are
not what is wanted for fruit trees,
including grape vines, berries, etc.
There may be a benefit, and usually
is at first, but the quality of the fruit
will suffer, and the wood and foliage
who can easily be, spared, and you
ma3* rest assured that nothing will
“spare” 3*ou so certainty* and so easi-
ty* as promotion.
Cooling off suddenly when heat
ed, sends many of our farmers’ Youth
to an early tomb. It is often a mat
ter of surprise that so many farmers’
boys and girls die of consumption.
It is thought that abundant exercise
in the open air is directly opposed
to that disease. Soil is; but judg
ment and knowledge of the laws of
health are essential to the preserva
tion of health under any circum
stances. When overheated, cool oft'
slowly—never in a strong draught of
air. Gentle fanning, especially if
are net of that healthy character , th® - ;tce is vet with cold water, will
wkich is clesiretj. This has been j s< ?°. 11 produce a delightful coolness,
noticed by Liebig and others. We i T, kicn -eaves no disagreeable results,
have known prolific grape-vines to
bear more fruit, but at an expense of
quality, where the contents of the
privy were freely used for manuring.
W e have always found Lire best suc
cess when leaves, the weediugs of the
garden, chip manure and forest
mould, either singly or combined,
have been freely applied. These
seem to contain the different ma
terials in proportion—that is, the or
ganic, the carbonaceous and the
nitrogenous; the mineral needs to
Be Kind.—Haw desirable is the
presence of one who has ever hang
ing on his lips, ready for utterance,
a word oi love. His entrance into
any place is like a bright, dancing
sunbeam, warming the hearts and
reviving the spirits of’ all. Eyes
sparkle with jo3* when lie approach
es, and shadows flee a wav*. When
death snatches one from onr house
hold, and when we gaze upon the
rigid features of a departed dear one,
be supplied, and nothing- does this 1 \ ae ’Y‘® ‘/'j imcl ty ” 1 , 6 *’ fty e gentle
so satisfactorily as woods ashes. It woi-ds/ spoken and the kind acts
supplies, largely, potash, which is • * nt wo vvdl 1 egret every un
needed. The best success, and it kind sentence that ,1m ever issued
lias been fully achieved, which which r0 ' n oni ! !"~"
we ever attained, was by applying a There is^sBlMn"0,1 'the Pitts-
coat of leaves m the tall, worked m- . -r?, -, x r ..
to the soil in the spring followed by j ro . u Tcalled Hannah. A tram° stop-
A train
ped Here the other day, and the
brakeman after the manner of his
class, thrust his head inside the door
and called out loudly, “Hannah!” A
young lady endowed with the poetic
appellation of Hannah, supposing ho
was addressing her, shocked at "his
familiarity on so short an acquain-
prmg
weediugs from the garden, clippings
of the vine, with other vegetable re
fuse, as a mulch, sprinkled over the
wood ashes, leached or unleached;
if the latter, more were required.
This made a healthy, not excessive,
growth, and increased both in quality*
and quantity of the fruit. It makes
a sounder and better keeping fruit, j £““‘ like a thunder-cloud,
I his with a variety of soils, but par- amll . etortcd “Youishutvour mouth!”
ticularly a clay soil. I here should ►
be good drainage and exposure to One good mother, said George
the air, or else, with a green mulch j Herbert, is worth a hundred school-
kept moist by the ashes, there might i masters. I11 the home she is “load-
be too much humidity. For grapes stone to all hearts and “loadstar to
this will not do. Nor will it for fruit a }l eyes.” Imitation of her is con-
trees if there is a close, heavy top, i stant—imitation which Bacon likens
reaching well down, holding thus the to “a globe of precepts.” But ex-
moistnre which evaporates, and in- ample is far better than precept. In
viting parasitic lodgment which will its instruction is action.
appear in masses, mildew, rusted >
fruit, &c. Herbaceous material and - “Unless you give me aid,” saida
ashes, with occasional bone-dust, I beggar to a benevolent lady, “I am
we have found the best application afraid I shall have to resort to some-
for fruit trees in general, for berries : ting which I greatly dislike to do.”
and for the grape. Apply yearly The lady handed him a dollar, and
where the soil is not rich ; and in the
spring, when the ground is dry
enough, spade it well. Use sparing
ly, if any, the strong, nitrogenous
manures.— Utica Herald.
IIoaie.—“When I come within
sight of my farm, after having been
away, a pleasant sensation rises
within me that no other feeling can
equal. I am at home—on mv own
land. These are my acres, which the
combined power of the country 7 has
guaranteed to me. It is mine, and
m3 7 heirs forever. Here is security.
If there is anything stable in the
world, this is it. My fireside is there-
compassionlitety 7 asked,
poor man, that I havi
from?” “work,” was the
What is it, I
saved you I
In the Christian warfare, to
tain the conflict is to gain the victory.!
The promise is made to him ti
endures to the end. The object
spiritual adversaries is to
this. Every day in which you
reserved from going back, they 1
preset
tain a
defeat.
It is difficult to conceive of
thing more beautiful than the rep!
given by one in affliction, when
fore built upon a firm foundation. I 1 edhow he bore it so well: “It li
aud my children are safe. We are i ens the stroke,” said lie, “to c
not intruded upon; no one has a nearer to Him who handles the rod.1
right to do this; the strong arm of i
the law is ever ready to defend us. j An old lady announced in a Jn
Here I have my workshop undis- tice Court in Atlanta, that she
turbed; I attend to niy r concerns un
molested. In a word, I am at home.’
Exchange.
Dressing Black IIogs.—In dress
ing black hogs the water should not
be so hot as in scalding white ones.
If this simple rule be observed, there
will be no difficulty in dressing black
hogs. Instead of this color being an
objection, I regard it as an advan
tage—for the skin of a blaok hog will i Sincerity is speaking as we
always be found to be smooth and j living as we pretend; acting- as
glossy, free from cutaneous eruptions i profess; performing as we promi
and always clean.—Mich igan Fi rmer. ‘ and really being as we '
no counsel,’ jjtliat “God was her lav
yer.” “My dear madam,
the Justice gravely, “He does’
practice in this conrt.”
Chicago, November 30.—The
statistics of several important
show from 1,148,000 to 758,370
favor of this year. St. Louis, Pe
and Louisville only are short.