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£fje BTcDuffie Journal A Real Live Country Paper. Published Every Wednesday Morning, by will r K dt COMBS. Terms of Subscription. *ne eopy, one year $2.00 One copy, six months 1.00 Ten copies, in clubs, one year, each.... ! SO Single copies 50 *"s $aT All subscriptions in varibly in advance BUSINESS CARDS. R. W. H . N E A L , ’a ttorney AT LAW , AND X O T A B T PUBLIC, THOMSON, GA. WILL practice in the Courts of McDuffie and adjoining Counties. a specialty. HENRY J. LANG, ATTORNEY -AT LAW. Idncolnton, Ga. H, C, RONEY, ATTORNEY AT IAW. THOMSON, GA. Will practice in the AugnsU, North ern and Middle Circuits. nolyl PATJL C. HUDSON, attorney at law, Thomson, Ga. Will practice in the Superior Courts of the Augusta, Northern and Middle Circuits, and in the Supreme Court, and will give attention to all cases in Bankruptcy. Aug. 25, 1574. ts Central Hotel ZB^” MRS. W. M. THOMAS, /VUGUSTA, GEORGIA saplltf (tS 1O a day at home. Agent* wanted. ©I 4 Outfit aud torms free. TRUE A CO., Augusta, Maine C. A. Hamlet, MANUFACTURE:’ OF AXI) DEALER IN HARNESS, BRIDLES, ” SADDLES, &(!. Aiain-St., opp. lire. Shi Tens, Thomson, Ga. ALL work hand made of the best atock that can b« purchased. Repairing done at abort notice. Call and examine my stock and prices before purchasing else where. G. A HAMLET. bIG-cm. • _ _______ JUDKINS & SHAW, KEEP SUPPLIED WITH FISH, OYSTERS, Ml, VEGETABLES, Partridges, Doves. Squir rels. Ducks, Chickcus, Butter, Cabbages, Potatoes, Eggs NORFOLK OYSTERS, ICK, etc. 'csTOr lers from the country promptly filled. Address JUDKINS & SHAW, Melntosh Street, next to the New Tost Of fice. B2a§ Bancroft’s EXTRA PROLIFIC HERLONG COTTON. THE finest and mo«t prolific of all the improved varieties. Bancroft’s Prolific Cotton. (A careful selection of the Dickson Prolific.) For particulars and description, send for circulars. EDWARD BANCROFT, Athenß, Ga. The above superior seed can be obtained the subscribers. WHITE & COMBS, Agents, Thomson, Ga. 3H 3 'TOO di ssaaaa y-J TUju’Tl'SVf Q3.TTViIO3Kil 31 {x| js”3NYH OWy SA3toFm|l L aavl< PKrava. 9 / 1 ? 1 w fffY * siYiMgyros : SEND 25c. to G. P. ROWELL A CO., New York, for Pamphlet of 100 pages, containing lists of 300 Q newspapers, and estimates showing cost of advertising. PAVILION HOTEL, Charleston, S. C. • G. T. ALFORD and CO., Rates, $3.00 per day Proprietors. I, S. & P. C. TANT’S Meat House, Augusta Ga. Fin® CAROLINA, TENNESSE and KEN TUCKY B ERF, Pork, Lamb, Veal. Mutton, Hog-head Cheese, Sausage, Mixed, or ALL PORK, as ordered, Corned Beef, Pork, and Tongues. A full stock alwars on hand (The |tlctUtj)ii' oclcdiln Journal VOL. VI. CHAS. A. LADEYEZE,* DEALER IK Picture Frames, LOOKING GLASS PLATES, Looking Glasses eh Frames, PICTURE CORD AND TASSELS, Porcelaiu & Glass Head Picture Nails, PICTDRES Illuminated Scriptural Texts, RUSTIC aud OYAL FRAMES, WALL BRACKETS, WALL POCKETS, AO. NO. 16 WASHINGTON STEEET, Between Broad and Ellis, AUGUTA, GA. PO-f rfhK . A per day at home. Samples s>o to G>/CU worth $1 free. Stinson A Cos., Portland, Maine. JULIUS H.OPENHEIM, No. 143 Eeynolds Street. AUGUSTA, GEORGIA., WHOLESALE DEALER IN IRON, METALS, RAGS AND ALL KINDS OF Paper Stock, Hides, Wool, WAX, Etc. H2-a§ James W. Moore. Leonidas H. McTtre. Moore Cos., 243 Broad-St., AUGUSTA, GA. DEALERS IN IBON, STEEL, NAILS, AXES, HATCHETS, LOCKS, CHAINS, ANVILS and VISES, POCKET A TABLE CUTLERY, SHOVELS, BELLOWS, BELTING, CORDAGE, HEEL SCREW'S, GHASS RODS, CLEVICES, AC., AC , PLOWS, PLOWS, PLOWS! AD the improved patterns of Plows, both cast and forged, always on band. Among them the Dizie, Excelsior, Grangers' Friend. Allen Plow, MoMeekins Improved Iron Foot Plow Stock, Scooters, straight Shovels. Turn Plows. Ac., Ac. Farmers aud dealers generally are invited to call.' MOORE & CO., cl.b* 243 Broad Street. ALBERT. HAPE, IVoil-I{,list<l*snt Dentist, C'AN still be found ready to attend to the wants of old and new patrons, if desired, at •their residences. Will also, as heretofore, practioe in adjoin ing counties. Panio prices insured and all work warranted. Office at the residence of W. E. Speir. Please address by letter, at Thomson, Ga. C 8 ts To the Afllicted. IN CALLING THE PUBLIC ATTENTION TO THE Indian Compound COUGH MIXTURE FOR the cure of CONSUMPTION and all diseases of the LUNGS and THROAT, I say that nothing surpasses it for Colds and Coughs, and can be taken from old age down to the cradle with impu - nity, and without danger. But the profes sional world is so fuU of Ambiguousness and Egotism, that anything put before the public as a safe and reliable Remedy for certain diseases is scoffed at and pro nounced worthless and a humbug. I say try it before you condemn it, as I will give you the name of every herb, Ac., that it is composed qf, which yon can examine at your leisure: Vitelius Ovi, Amygdaius Persica, Mel, Pinns Palnstrus, Andromeda, Arborea. Arctium Leppa, Inula Helenium, Marrubium Vulgare, Autennaria Symphy tum, Duichwachsener Wasserdost, Cepha brathns Occidentals, Symphytum Offici nale It is prepared at my office, No. 56 Peach tree street, ATLANTA, GA., where it can be had in any quantity. If any one using it will say that it has done them no good, return the bottle »nd get your money re turned. 8. T. BIGGERS, M. D., Cls-f*. Atlanta, Ga. For sale by Dr. A. D. Hill, Thomson, Ga. THE NATIONAL HOTEL, ATLANTA, GA. The rates of board at this popular Hotel Q L|l have been re duced to $2.50 /I.JU per day. For this price we offer accom modations and ft pn fare unsur passed by any / QM $3.00 or $4.00 bouse in the South. Come and get an Old Virginia wel come. 11l * HEWITT. PItOPBETOM. POETICAL. WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT. If yonv’e any task to do, Let me whisper, friend, to yon. Do it. If youv’e anything to say, True and needed, yea or nay. Say it. If youv'e anything to love, Like a blessing from above. Love it. If youv'e anything to give That another’s joy may live, Give it. If you know what torch to light. Guiding others through the night. Light it. If youv'e any debt to pay, Rest you neither night nor day— Pay it. If youv'e anything to hold Next your breast, lest it grew cold, Hold it. If youv’e any grief to meet At the loving Father's feet, Meet it. If you're given light to see What a child of God should he, See it. Whether life be bright or drear. There’s a message, sweet and clear, Whispered down to every ear, Heur it. TOM’S WIFE. We had just finished breakfast, Tom laid down an egg spoon be had been playing with, and looked across at moth er. “Aunt Anne, I think I'll take a wife,” be said, exactly as be might have said, "I think I’ll take another cup of coffee.” “Take a wife 1” repeated mother, by no means receiving the information as tranquilly as it had been given. "What for ?” “Well, I don’t know,” answered Tom, thoughtfully. “It’s a notion I have got in my head, somohow." “All nonsense !” said mother, sharply. “Do you think so ?” said Tom, appar ently doubtful, but not in the least put out. “Think so? I know it. What in the world can you want of a wife ? After all these years we have lived so comfortably together, to bring homo somebody to turn this house upside down ! And then what’s to become of that poor child ?” The “poor ohild”-—that was I- red dening at being brought! into the lU'gil ment in this way was about to speak for herself when Tom interposed, warmly : “I’m sure May knows I would never have any wife who would make it less a home for her—don’t you’ May ?” “Os course,” I said. “And I’m sure she knows nothing of the sort,” persisted my mother, “nor you either. Tom Dean. How can yon answer for what a wife may take into her head to do, ouco you get her fixed hero ? You oau’t expeot her to forget, as you do, that May has no real claim on you.” “That I have no real claim on her. I suppose you mean ma’am,” Tom put in for the second time, just as I was getting thoroughly uncomfortable. “But for all that, I intend to keep her—that is,” added Tom, with one of his short-sighted blinks sideways at me, “as long as she'll stay with me, eh, May ? Aud whoever has anything to say against that arrange ment will have to go out of my house to say it—not that I’m afraid of such result in this case—and, on the whole, Aunt Anne, I should like to try the experi ment.” Mother smiled grimly, but Tom was so evidently bent on bis “experiment,” as he called it, that she gave up the ar gument. “You can danoe if yon are ready to pay the piper,” she said shortly. “And. pray, how soon do you mean to be mar ried ?” Tom’s face fell a little at this ques tion. “Well,” said ho, “I can’t say exactly. I suppose we shall have to be engaged first.” “What!” said mother, opening her eyes. “Why, you don’t mean to say, Tom, that you havn’t spokeu to her yet?” “Not, yet" answered Tom, cheerfully. “Time enough for that, you know, after I have spoken to yon.” Mother, as a minister’s widow, was not much given to idle mirth, but now she leaned back and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. “Well," she said, “if it was anybody else I should say ho was cracked ; but you never were like other people, and you never will be, Tom Dean. Bnt, at least, you have fixed on the lady ?” “O, yes,” answered Tom ; “but if yon will excuse me. Aunt Anne, I would rather not say anything about her just yet; for, if—if anything should happen, it wouldn’t be pleasaut for either party, you know.” With this veiled allusion to his possible rejection, Tom took his hat and left the room. Our household was rather queerly Rut together. There was no particular rea son why I should be of it nt all; for I was not really related to Tom, nor even to “mother,” as I called her, though I am sure we were as dear to each other as any mother aud daughter could be. She was the second wife of my father, who, like most ministers, had been rich er in grace thau in goods, aud left us at his death If’tie t-j If’e - . THOMSON, GA. 10, 1876, Then it was that Tom Dean had come forward and insisted on giving a home to his aunt and me, whom he had scarce ly seen a dozen times in his life before- That was exactly like Tom- -“queer Tom Dean,” friends were fond of saying, who never did anything like anybody else. I suppose, in spite of his clear head for business, there is no denying that he was whimsical; but lam sure, when I think of his nnfailing g uerosity and delicacy, I can't help wishing there were a few more such whimsical people in the world. Naturally, at Ibe time of whioh lam speaking, my opiuinu had not been asked ; all Ihalto do was to go where mother went, and while she ga re her energies to tie houskeepiug, give mine <ng up, whioh by this time I had ,i *** But for that very rojs%— for ott3kees with very different eyes Rt twelve and eighteen—my position in the house had already begnu to seem misatis r actoy to me ; aud the morning’s words put it in a clearer light, since it had been used as an argument against Tom's mairyiug. I know that mother had spoken honestly, believing that such a st-p would not be for his happiness ; but was not lie the best judge of that? I know him, if reflection should bring him round to her opiniol, to he perfect ly capable of quietly sacrificing his own wishes for my sake, wiio had not the shadow of a claim on bin, so it must be my part to prevent his own kindess being turned agaiust him now. Still it, was not easy to see how I was to provide for myself, in ease it shonliLlj.eome advisa ble. What eouhl I and sing piny terribly, but not in a manuer to compete with the hosts that would be in the field against me. Literature? I had rend so many stories whose heroines, with a turn of the pen, dashed into fame. That would be very nice, only—l wbb not the least bit iterary. I had never even kept a journal, which is say ing a great deal for a girl iu her teens. The fine arts, then, bi ng out of tile question for roe, what raniained ? There was some clerkship, or, perhaps, a place in some family, and— Hint there was Will Broomly! That mas seem like going from the point, but it was not. I was matter-of fact, but I could see well enough what was going on right unde: my eyes, and I had a prettv clear hfagS|(>f what was Uiffiigmg* Win 'nv-jl Houno. Jm> dltofi ife lie had taken to oomr'K of lute. There was a “situation,” that), Uud would give me the home-life I liked and f(‘d myself best suited .soy but—would it answer ill other respects? I overcast the long seam t was sowing twice over, I was so busy trying to make lip my mind whether I liked Wifi Broomly well enough to pass my whole life with him ; and even then I had (jot come to any decision, when I was called down stairs to Miss Letty Walters. • Lctty was the prettiest. I think, of all my friends, nnd certainly the liveliest. Tom called her “the tonic,” and used to laugh boortfiy at her -bright speeches. I suppose it was this that made mother fix on Letty as his choice] When I came into the sitting-room l found u kind of cross-examination u It was amusing to anybody in tbff secret, us I was, to watch mother's artful way of continually bringing the conversatioh round, as if liy chance, to hear on what she wanted to know. Big, it all amount ed to nothing, cither beoj,use Letty was too good a fencer, or be |ip she rea 1 had nothing to betray, fity. when Tom came home, mother tookrfitiie p mention that Letty bad called. jL “What, the tonic?” sal., j&m. “Too bod I missed her. ” I “But for your choice’Yfeing already made,” said mother, with a oovert scru tiny of his face, “I dare say you might have as mnch of “the louio” as you liked. ” “But I go on the homedpathio princi ple, you know,” answered Tom, with a twinkle iu bis eye, , M After that mother’s brdief in Letty’s guiltiness wavered. Her suspicions were transferred from one to another of our acquaintances, but always with the same unsatisfactory result. “It passes my comprehension,” she said to me, despairingly, one day. “I am positive 1 oould tell the right one by Tom’s face in a minute, _ and yet I have mentioned everybody wo know." “I’evbaps it is somebody we don’t know,” I suggested—-‘some friend of his we have never seen.” “What! a perfect stranger?” said mother sharply. “Never think so, child ; Tom is not capable of that. ” I was sorry, for I did not want to wor ry her ; but that was my opinion all the same. The same evening—it wajs rather more thau a week since-tfdm 'find h'ifrled that thunderbolt at us—mother began about it openly. “When . are you going to introduce your wife to ns, Tom? I suppose yon have oome to an understanding by this time ?” “O, there’s no hurry,” Tom said, a* he had said before ; but this) time be did not speak quite so cheerfully. “The fact is,” he continued, with a little hesi tation, “there’s a rival iu tin) case." “A rival ?” repeated moth er, with un feeling briskness. ‘'Yt?, x yr;;‘g feJisw--; 'cuv.gwr b* a good deal than I am,” and Tom’s face assumed an absurdly doleful look, “He is always there now. I confess I don't see my way clear; I’m waiting for her to make up her mind.” “And she’s waiting, most likely, for you to make np yours," said mother, forgetting, in her propensity to right matters, that she was playing the ene my's game. “There's something in that that never occurred to me,” said Tom, his face brightening. Mother saw her mistake and made n counter-move at once. “But the ways of my times are old fashioned now. Young ladies nowa days take matters in their own hands. If she cared for you, yon may be pretty sure Hhe wouldn’t have waited till this time to let you know it—that is, I judge by tho girls I am iu the babbit of seeing. But if tli is one is a stranger to me—” (here mother riveted her eyes on Toiu’b face ; oh, deal, the unfortunate words I) “if she is au entire stranger, I cannot pretend to form any opinion of her, of course." “Os course,” repeated Toip, absently. “Not that I have any such idea," re sumed mother, growing warmer. “I have said, and I Hay agaiu, that to bring a perfect stranger under this roof is not my opinion of you, Tom.” I felt my mother’s words like so many needles and pins ; for Tom waß looking meditatively across the table at me, and, though that was just a way of his, it seemed now as if he were reading in ray face that the opinion was mine, and that I had been meddling with things that did not concern me. I felt myself, for very vexation, getting redder every moment, till it grew intolerable. “It is so warm here," I said for an ex cuse, turning towards tho window, "I’m going to get a breath of air." I went out into our little strip of gar deu ground ; Tom followed. 1 thought I should never have a better opportuni ty to say what I had it in my mind to say, so I waited for him by the bench near the old pear tree. “Sit down here, Tom,” I said, ‘Tve something to say to you." “Have you ?’’ said Tom ; “that's odd for I—well, never mind that just yet. What is it, May ?” •’Tom,” I said, still surer uow that he had misjudged me, and determined to set him right, "I want a place.” “A, plqcc?” repeated Tom, puzzled, us well he might be, by this audden aud indefinite announcement. “What kind of a place ?" “I don't know,” I said, for iudeed my ideas were of the vaguest. “1 thought you might, know, beiug- iu the way of those thiugs, Now, Tom," I weDt on quickly, “don't fancy I am discontented, or—or anything of that sort. Tho truth is, ever since I left school 1 have wanted something to do, and had it m my miud to speak to you about it.” With this I looked at Tom, fearing he might be vexed, but he did not look voxed, only preoccupied. “I do kuow of a place, os it happens,” he said after a while, “only I’m Dot sure it would suit you.” “That’s soon seen,” said I. “Wlmt. is it like? ’ •‘Well, it's a sort of—of general use fulness—” “Why, it must bo to run errands," said I, laughing. "And wbero is it, Tom ?” “Well,” said Tom, hesitatingly again, “it’s with me.” “How very nice!" lexc'aimed. “How soon can I have it ?" * The sooner tho better, so far as I am concerned,” said Tom; and with that he turned round and looked at me, and di rectly I met his eyes, I knew somehow, all in moment, what it was he meant; aud I knew, too, that I oould not have passed my life with Wifi Broomly, and why 1 oould not. I am sure Letty Walters, who inter rupted us just then, must have thought my wits were wandering that evening; aud; indeed, they were, for I was com pletely dazed with the sudden turn things had taken. But Tom, who had the advantage of me, took it qnite coolly and laughed and talked with Letty just the same until she went away. It was pretty late when we went iu. Mothor sat where wo had left her, knit ting iu the twilight. “Wasn’t that Letty Walters with you a while ago?” she asked, as we oame up. “Yes,” said I, with a confused feeling of something being necessary. “She just came to bring tho new crochet pit tern she promised me.” •‘H’m’” said mother, as much as to say she had her own ideas as to what Letty came for. Tom had been wandering about the room in an absent eort of manner, taking np and pnttiug down in wrong places all the small articles that fell i« hie way. He came up and took a seat by mother. I became, of a sudden, very busy with the plants and shrubs iu the window, for I knew he was going to tell her. “Wish me joy, Aunt Aune,” said he, “it is all settled.” “Settled, is it?” said mother, in auy thiug but a joyous toue. "So it’s as I suspected all along. Well, yon have my best wishos, Tom ; perhaps you may be happy together after all. lam sure I b*?e tt>. ' NO. 19, Thin wan not a very encouraging sort of congratulation, and Tom seemed rather taken aback by it. • “I am sorry yon arc not pleased," he said, after a pause. “I had an idea somehow yon would be.” “I dou’t know from what you judged. But the'e, it's no use crying over spilt milk. You'll be married directly, X pre. sume. I must be looking out for a house,” and mother stroked her nose reflectively with a knitting needle. “WUat for?” said Tom ; “I thought of keeping on here, all the Fame.” “I never supposed otherwise,” said rublher. "Os course I (.lid not cxpcet to turn you out of your own house. ” “But what is the need of looking out for another ?” "Why, for myself.” “Bor yourself!" repeated Tom, in a tone of utter amazement. "Going to leave us—just now? Why, Aunt Annie, I uever heard of such a thing!" ' “Now, Tom,” said mother, speaking very fast, and making her needles fly in concert, "we might as well come to an understanding at onre on this subject, I am fully sensible of y«UV past kind ness—now, just lot me finish—l any, I appreciate it, and have tried to do my duty by you in return, ns I hope I will always be ready to do. I wish all good to you nßd yotir wife, and shall 7>e glad to help her if ever I can ; hut to live in the same house with her is what would turn out unpleasantly, and, once for all, I can’t do it.” “Aunt Annie,” said Tom, pushing back his chair, and staring in mother’s excited face, "either you or I must be out of our wits.” "It’s not me, then, at any rate," re torted mother, getting nettled. Amusement and embarrassment had kept me a silent listener so far, but there was no standing this. I tried to speak but could uot, for laughing. “I think you are both out of your wits together," sain mother, turning sharply. “What, ails the child ? It’s no lnnghiug matter.” “You dou’t understand each other,” I gasped. "Oh, dear 1 it —it's not Lctty— oh—oh—dear!” and relapsed again. “NotLeUy?" repeated mother, turn ing to Tom. “Theu why did yon tall me so ?” “I never told yon so," said Tom. "Why, yes you did,” persisted moth* er. "You came in and tc|d me you were going to be married.” w- ~ -i "Yes, so I am,” said Tom. “Now, Tom Dean,” said mother, rising and confronting him, “what do you mean? Who is going to be your wife ?” “Why May, of course,” answered Tom. “May !” And then, after a pause of inexpressible astonish meut, it was moth er’s turn to laugh. “Do ycu mean to i say, Tom, that it was that child you were thinking of all the time?" “Why, who else oould it he?” said T«m, simply. “Well,” said mother. ”1 ought to have remembered you never did do any thing like anybody else. But why in the world did you go to work in suob a roundabout way?” “I wauted to see how you took to my idea.” said Tom. “And how did you suppose we were to guess your idea meant May ?” mother asked, “Who else oould it be’?” repeated Tom, falling back on what he evidently .'ound an unanswerable argument. It was no use talking to him. Mother gave it up with b shake of the head. “You wont want auolher house, then, AuntAnnio?” said Tom, "suddenly. That set mo!her oil again. Tom join ed with her, and altogether I dou’t thiuk we ever passed a merrier evening than the one that made us acquainted with Tom'6 wife. The Mystery of Perfume. No one has yet been able to almlize or demonstrate the essential action of perfume. Gas can be weighed, but not scents; the smallest known creatures, the very monads of life, cau be caught by a microscopic lens and made to de liver np the secrets of their organiza tion ; but what, it is that emanates from the pouch of the mnsk-deer, that tills a whole space for years and years with its penetrating odor, an odor which au illimitable number of extraneous sub stances can carry on without diminish ing it in sizo and weight, and what it is that the warm summer air brings to us from the flowers, no man yet has boon able to determine. So line, so subtle, so imponderable, it has eluded both our moßt delicate weights and measures; and out strongest lenses. ff we could come to the essence of each odor, we should have made an enormous stride forward, both in hygene and in chemistry ; and none would profit more than the medi cal profession if it could be as oouolu sively demonstrated that snoh au odor proceeded from such and such a cause, as wc already know of sulphur, sulphu rated hydrogen, ammonia, and the like, As it is, no one knows anything; and if the art of the perfumers forms one of the chief delights of our civilized senses, the cause by whioh he worfca-ia a mystery solved hy non®. , AdvwrtMnr: Rut.w; Ode square, first in5erti0n............f l erf : Esc# subsequent insertion;..'.....'.'... If ! One square three m0nth5...:......... 10 00 | One square six month*... ..... Jf 3 | Oh® square twelve month*..,,.ro o« Quarter column twelve tfiofithl... .; 4q 00. i Half column six months... (0 00* I Half coluvin twelve m0ntH5:.:....:.. rs Crf | One column twelve mouths.. ltZ 00 . ~W Tan lines or less considered a aqaora I .<ll fractions of squares ate &rantij is fair l squares: I Ctisfkt.'NiciTsn. J The Century dueatiou.' Mbusss. Eorross : You have not failed to notice tkai there seemes to lie quite a stir among some of ths knowing ones on the above question. Like everybody else, when t won Id pass au expression in reading which dated an incident or event tt occurring in this, the Nine Math denta ry, 1 took it for granted that it was oor. rect; Mit, siuce the tho question ha* beet: raised, I confess to Shine dotlbta as to the position which is maintained and which seemed to be settled down upon about Augusta, f. that this is tbS 19th Century. We bad never known what a day is, if the day had no close—-or a month, or s year. The expiration of time alone give* ur the data for the terms annual OWnW- Vy, r t niary; centennial, etc. So, afl*t the 4th of of July, 1876, will be our cen tennial of oar Independence ytSftf, not before. If this be tho 19th Century, w <& luid hotter change otir oompntativs method, and instead of dating Stir Jit ters, etc., 1876, say 1900 less 24 years ; or, for the sth day of July, 1876, print two centuries nf independence less fibre.' ty-uin® years, three hundred and sixty four days, instead of oue century and one flay. The disonssion reminds mo of hearing a boy once say “ha was not gwine to school nny more.” Being asked why, he replied that “the teacher gave him ths multiplication table to recite backward* and whaled him because he could’nt, and he hail uever learned it forward* yet. What say you, Messrs. KditotS V Givi ns your views. Joints. The Chronlcl « and Sentinel of Wednesday lust published letters from several of the most learnod men of the day, all of whom, if we mistake not, agree that this is the Nineteenth, instead of the Eighteenth Century. The rea soning advanced by these accomplished scholars for their conclusions is, in oat opinion, clear and satisiatffofy, bat toe lengthy for our limited space.— Eds. A French statistician says that the ordinary man, 50 years old, has slept 6,000 days, walssd 800 days, worked 6.500 days, played 4,000 days, eaten 1.500 daya.f.and been aiok 600 days. - ha*- featen VT'&X) pounds at oresa, 18,000 of meat, 4,600 of vegetables, tggs and fish, and has drank 7,000 gallons of liquids, —* Anuinuscript oopy of the Koran, onpJ icd by the Caliph Qsmau, the third after the prophet Mahomet, is in ths Imperial Library, Bt, Petersburg. It formed a part of the library of Samar caud, is 1,200 years old, and bears ths traces of the - blood that spirted on it* pages when Osman was stabbed whila reading it, The North Presbyterian Church of Philadelphia has expelled a member be cause be joiuded the Odd Fellows. And yet the Philadelphia Christians, so-call ed, expect the Odd Fellows to partici pate in then- Centennial humbug. Mr. John Brogden, of Marion ooilnly/ South Carolina, has seven sons and six teen daughters—twenty-three ohildrefi in all. But then it has taken John the better port of eighty years to aoenmo net the pile. Sandefsville Herald: Experienced farmers inform us there is at least out third more corn planted this year than has been for sevoral years past, ands corresponding diminution iu the cotton crop. John S. I’ajne, the uew Governor ct ■Liberia, is a full blooded negro, and was ooru in Kichmoud, Va. He has been a member os the Liberian Congress for -wouty years. Tho Ohio Legislature has passed A bill for the punishment by tine and im prisonment of all persons who get off Lmd on railroad trains when they are in motion. -s-e-e The graves of Captaiu Jack and ths Modocs hanged with him arc .empty. It is supposed that the liodiea were reraov ed soon after burial. During January, February and March; of the present year 6,762 Irish emigrants left Ireland, of whom 1,067 were raou, and 2,695 women, Tlw! Gliio and Michigan Free Masons have resolved not to tisit the Oeutenuial Exhibition unless railroad fares are fur ther reduced. 4*)i.4 An expedition will leave Stockholm at' the close of the summer tq make at-chteologicßi investigations iu Central Asia, , ■».-*.-'«£ The dalifortiis Legislature has estab lished the whipping post in that State' for the ptinisbafeut of wife-beaterr. T- —#-4 Mr. Starling Bryant, of Fultetj coun ty was killed recently by falling freta 0 mill.