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Newspaper Page Textvol. y. THE APPEAL. PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY, BY SAWTELL & CHRISTIAN. Terms of Subscription: o.\'B Year $3 00 | Six Months $2 00 INVARIABLY IN ADVAKCB. xw No attention paid to orders for the pa s per uu<ees accompanied by the Cash. Hates of Advertising; : One square, (ten lines or less.) $1 00 for the first and 75 cents for each subsequent inser tion. A liberal deduction made to narties Who advertise by the year- Persons sending advertisements should mark the number of times they desire them inser ted, or they will be continued until forbid and "harged accordingly. Transient advertisements must be paid for at the time of insertion. If not paid for before the expiration of the time advertised, 25 per cent, additional will be charged. Announcing names of candidates for olfice, $5.00. Cash, in all cases Obituary notices over five lines, charged at regular advertising ra*es. Ail communications intended to promote the private ends or interests of Corporations, So cieties, or individuals, will be charged as ad vertisemeuts. Job Work, such as Pamphlets, Circulars, Cards, Blanks, Handbills, etc., will be execu ted in good style and at reasonable rates. All letters addressed to the Proprietor will be promptly attended to. REMOVAL ! PLANTERS WAREHOUSE ! WE now have the pleasure of informing the planters of Randolph and adjacent counties, that E. McDonald has erected anew, large and Commodious Warehouse, on depot street, south side of and near the public square. The location being more central and near the business part of the city, will enable us to of fer many more inducements to the planting public than heretofore —where we will ho pleased to meet with onr numerous old plant ing friends and customers besides many, many new ones. We havo ample arrangements for the recep tion and Stone of Cotton aiii Goods. Thankful for past favors, we hope, with in creased advantages and personal attention, to give general satisfaction and merit a liberal patronage. The latest published Commercial News will at all times be at the service of our friends and patrons. Liberal cash advances made on cotton and goods in store. Consignments Solicited. Personal attention given to the sale of Cotton, Bagging, Ties, Salt, Guano, Thresh ing Machines,, Cotton Gins, Wagons, Buggies, Harness, &e., &c. Plantation supplies furnished allows: t mar ket, prices. Wagon yard, well, rooms, lire places, fur nished teamsters free. We are looking forward with pleasure to the speedy completion of two new Kail Hoad thoroughfares to our city, which will doubt less cause a great reduction in freights, there by enhancing the value of cotton and making our matket second to none in the interior. Planters, look to your into est and bring vourcottou to Cuthbcrt. e. McDonald & co. augß-4tn ANDREW Female College, cuthbert GA. THE exercises of this institution will l)e resumed on Wednesday, the 20th of Sep teuibcr next, and close on Thursday before the last Sabbath in June. The scholastic year will be divided into Three Terms, beginning 20th September, Ist. January and lstot April: REGULAR COURSE: I'KB TERM. PSK ANNUM. Primary Department sl2 00 s3tioo Preparatory “ 15 00 45 00 Collegiate “ 20 00 60,00 Diploma Fee, (paid on graduating) $5 00 Incidentals 1 00 Hoard, Washing, Fuel aud Lights, 18 00 Regular tuition of daughters 1 ivi' gby the ministry—no charge. Each hoarding pupil should he :uruished with a Bible, Trunk, one pair of sheets, one pair of Pillow-cases, one pair Blankets, four Band-Towels, over shoes and umbrella. EXTRA COURSE: PER ANNUM. Greek nndFreneh, each $lO 00 Tuition in Music 60 00 Use of Piano 8 00 Drawing aud Pastel 30 00 Instruction in Oi' Painting, 40 00 Calisthenics, conducted by a lady 51’o Singing in Classes No charge Extra course pursued at, the option of Pa rents and Guardians. Payments must be made ,iti October, January aud April. Each pupil should be present, a* tho opening of the School. The undersigned having been elected Presi dent of Andrew Female College, an old aud popular Institution, seuds fraternal greetings to the Colleges of the South, makes bis bow t,o the public, and solicits sympathy and a lib .eral share of patronage. Summoned to a high and holy work —that .of preparingthe minds and hearts of the you g •for the ttusiuess and pleasures, joys and sor rows of life—he will call to Ins assistance iDie best educators of the country, and address jtimself to the task with ail the zeal and in dustry that he can command. Should time, •whose verdict we woo, demonstrate ihat lie mauuol preside with dignity and success— it,hat, he is incapable of imparling instruction— ilhat he is is not in the proper place—lhat A. ,F. C. does not return a substantial equivalent to its patrons—the President, will abandon |he enterprise and refund all damages reli giously assessed. ’ Parents and guardians wishing to educate girls should not forget our healthful locality, f ((fined society, commodious and well ventila ted buildings, beautiful grounds, magnificent crove. aud reasonable rates. * JOHN B McGEHEE, President. A F. C. Cuthbert, Ga., Aug. 16th, 1871, ts VALUABLE LAND FOB SALE!! I offer for sale my Plantation lying on the Be nevolence road, one aud a hall miles from Cuthbert, containing 405 Acres, known as Lots Nos. 227 and 228. There are 130 acres cleared, balance well timbered.— Comfortable dwellings and necessary out buildings. Will be sold Ht a bargain. For further particulars apply »o or address sep29 ts W- N. WALT,. SNUFF & TOBACCO, BY THE JAR AND BOX Very Low, at ALUSCN A'SIMI’SON'b. CUTHBERT APPEAL. From *■ Songs of the Sierras.” Iffy Indian Love. BY JOAQUIN MILLER. ***** I love A forest maiden ; she is mine ; And on Sierra's slopes of pine, A solitary lodge is set Within a fringe of watered firs ; And there my wigwam fire3 burn. Fed by a round brown patient hand ; That small brown faithful hand of hers That never rests till my return. The yellow smoke is rising yet ; Tiptoe, and see it where you stand Lift like a column from the land. There arc no sea gems in her hair, No jewels fret her dimpled hands, And half her bronzed limbs are bare ; But round brown arms have golden bands, Broad, rich, and by her cunning hands Cut from the yellow virgin ore. And she does not desire more. I wear the beaded wampum belt That she has wove—the sable pelt That she has fringed red threads around ; And in the ntorn, when men are not, 1 wake the valley with the shot, That brings the hr owe deer to the ground. And she beside the lodge at noon Sings with the wind, while baity swings In soashell cradle by the bough— Sing low% so like (he clover sings With swarm of bees ; 1 bear her now, I see her sad face through the moon Such songs I would earth had more of such ! She lias not much to say, and she Lifis never voice to question me hi aught I do and that is much. I love her for her patient trust, And my love’s lolly fold return— A value I have not to learn As you at least as many must She is not over tall or fair ; Her breasts are curtained in her hair, And sometimes through the silken fringe, I see Iter bosom's wealth, like wine, Burst through in luscious ruddy tinge— And all its worth and wealth are mine, I know not that one drop of blood Os prince or chief is in her veins ; I simply know that she is good, And loves me with pure womanhood. ' When that is said, why, what remains ? Greasing; Wagons. Tito following hint to farmers from the Scientific Press is worthy tho attention of every one who owns a wagon or buggy. “Greasing buggies and wagons is of more importance than some peo ple imagine. Many a wheel is ru ined by oiling 100" plentifully. A well made wheel will endure con stant wear for ten to twenty years if care is taken to use the right kind and proper amount of oil; but if this matter is not attended to, tho wheel will he used up in five or six years, or may be sooner. Lard should never be used on a wagon, for it. will penetrate the hub and work its way out, around the tenons of the spokes and spoil the wheel. Castor oil is a good material for use on an iron axle; just oil enough should be applied to a spindle to give it a light coating; this is better than more, for the surplus put on will work out the ends and be forced by the shoulders and nut into the hub around outside the boxes. To oil an axletrce, first wipe the spindles clean with a cloth wet with turpentine, if it won’t wipe without it. On a buggy or carriage, wipe and clean off the back and front ends of the hubs, and then apply a very small quanti ty of castor oil, or some especially prepared lubricator near the shoul ders and poitr.s.” Roses Among the Ancients.— To enjoy the roses at meals, an abundance of roses were shaken on the table, so that the dishes were completely surrounded. By an ar tificial contrivance, roses during meals descended on the guests from above. Hcliogabalus, in his folly, caused roses to shower down upon his guests in such quantities that a number of them being unable to ex tricate themselves, were suffocated in flowers. During meal times tljey •eclincd on cushions stuffed with rose leave, or made a couch of the leaves themselves. The floor, too, was strewn with roses, and in this custom great luxury was displayed. Cleopatra, at an enormous expense, procured roses for a feast, which she gave to Anthony, had them laid two cubits thick on the floor of the banquet room, and tlien caused nets to be spread over the flowers, in or der to render the footing elastic. Heliogabalus caused not only the banquet-rooms, but also the colo nades that led to them to be cover ed with roses, inteuspersecT with lilies, hyacinths and narcissi, and walked about upon the flowery plat form. To cure dyspepsia, take a now axe, put a white hickory handle ii it, bore a hole in the top of the han dle, fill the hole with gum camphor, aud seal it up. Then take the axe and cut cord wood until the heat of the handle dissolves the camphor. Wc should always be careful on whom w r e bestow our benefits, for if we bestow them upon'the base mind ed it is like throwing water into the sea. The Dubuque farmer, w r ho, in ad dition to his profits from produce, has made this season, nearly two thousand dollars by the sale of hon ey, has derived as much from beeing as from actual doing. Eighteen copies of the first edi tion of the Bible ever printed are in existence. They were printed in Metz between the years of 1440 and 1445. Mr. James Lennox, of Naw York, owns one of the copies, hav ing purchased it at a cost of $3,200. CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 1, 1871. The Chemist’s Story. BY DR. BOSS WILSON. lam a chemist. Many doubtless would find it difficult to define what the duties of a chemist are, if ask ed. To such I say a chemist is a collector of facts. It is the busi ness of his life to aid in unmask ing for the world’s benefit, the good and evil hovering even in the air we breathe, burrowing in the earth we tread, mingling with the food we eat, and swimming in what ive drink. Then again, the law waits on the chemist. A human being has pass ed suddenly away. The chemist examines the body of the supposed victim. The law listens hat in hand to science. The suspected party trembles in anticipation. The or acles lips of the chemist move; he names out one of a fearful list of poisons. It is either strychnine, prussic acid, or that deadly oil, of bitter almonds. The law then puts on its hat, takes the decision into court; and hangs the prisoner. In short, the chemist must know the whys and wherefores of every thing in the phenomena of life, as tar as feeble men can know. The composition of the ocean he must be familiar with ; he must bo able to name the gasses of the air, and capable of resolving the hu man body itself into visible vapors. I am the occupant of this responsi hie and important position in the Medical College of P . It was about eleven o’clock on a stormy evening that I bade good night to my student Tom Richard, at the door of my laboratory at the south end of the college building. “Good night,” said Tom; “we are going to have a fall of hydro gen, oxygen and a trace of saline.” Hydrogen and oxygen—in our nomenclature, 11. O. is water. “I hope,” I said in answer to Tom’s playful words, “that it will not rain before I get home.” “O no ; it won’t rain for an hour yet said Tom.” “Then,” I said with a sigh, notic ing that tho mercury in my baro meter was falling, a sign of a vio lent storm, “I shall certainly get wet.” Tom was very anxious to know what would keep me up alter twelve o’clock ; so I told Him I was about to commence analyzing tho stom ach of a Mrs. Johnson, whose hus band now lay in I* jail, just acros the street from the college, on suspicion that he was the murder er. Tom said I had worked hard enough that day and deserved the night to myself. lie spoke the truth. Still I had delayed examin ing the woman’s stomach so long and the trial was so near at hand, that I could not in conscience put off the examination farther; al though I had heard several classes recite at the different public schools in the morning, had delivered a lec ture in the college proper in the af ternoon and one in the laboratory in the evening, besides attending to my several duties as police sur geon during the day. As Tom was passing out of the college yard, through the gate, his head turned, bidding me good-night, he brushed against a man standing with his back to the college and his face toward the prison. The street lamp showed me that the man was clad in the police uniform. Re-entering my laboratory, I took down a glass jar from a shelf, and sat down before my sink to ex amine it. The jar, which contained Mrs. Johnson’s stomach, was cov ered by a cloth, duly tied with strings, and properly sealed with my official seal in red wax. Break ing through the cloth and seal, I lilted the stomarch out with a dis secting hook and laid it on the white platter before me; then be came busily engaged in applying those tests to its contents which we detect the presence of injurious substances. An hour had passed since the de parture of young Richards. I had carefully emptied the contents of the stomach into a number of ba sins and bowls. 1 had labored hard to discover traces of poison in all this, but had been unsuccessful.— Joe Johnson, the suspected naan, had been a student of mine a few years before. I thought him a good-hearted intelligent fellow, only a little wild, and really began to hope he might prove innocent; when among the macerated food, I came upon a small, infinitessimal white grain. By careful manipula tion and the use of magnifying glass I managed to get this upon a piece of smoked glass and examined it. I was then certain that I had dis covered arsenic ; but, to make the assurance doubly sure, I determined to apply a well known test for that poison. Accordingly I placed in the woman’s stomach the usual acids, and then turned on the blow-pipe flame, and presently there appeared that brilliant metalic mark worthy of Caine’s brow, w'kicli is the sign and signet of the poison fiend. “Yes,” I exclaimed, as I saw that fatal blazon, “Joe Johnson is the murderer of his wife! With the evidence of that mark to back me, no power can save him from the rope !” “Do you really think so ?” said a calm, squeaking voice behind me. I turned quickly and discovered a tall, lank policeman, having red, weak and watery eyes, standing at my office door and staring in. Ilis body looked as if* itirad been rolled out long between his hands, like a molasses candy stick. His nose was merely an elongated fleshy plug, and his forehead was decorated with two streaks instead of eye brows. He had no expression at all in his face, and his policeman’s hat w r as so large that it threatened to settle down on his shoulders. Ills uniform reassured me and I addressed him with some impa tience. “My friend, I suppose I am wanted to attend an inquest—or what is your purpose?” “No, Doctor, the raau ain’t dead vet.” “Anything in the surgical way?” I was police surgeon as well as coroner. “Ho.” “Well, then, why am I sent for at this time of night?” “Don’t bother, Professor; the man ain’t dead yet; but they say he W'ill die before morning.” “Are doctors attending him ?” “Oh, he’s in good hands, Profes sor.” “What’s the matter with him ?” “Well,” said the official, “some folks say he’s got so much knowl edge into him that he can’t live un der it,” “Cerebral disorder, eh ?” “What?” asked the man. “Brain disorder, I mean ; some thing wrong here.” “I touched my forehead and so did he as he said : “Aye; and I thought I’d drop in and tell you if you was going to the station to-morrow to take a look unci see if its post mortem or not. Besides, I wanted to see where I could always find you in case of need.” I bowed and attributed his visit to a feeling of curiosity. Ho sat on tho sink, one rubbered foot thrown over the other, and wiped his nose with a dirty handkerchief several times, while his eyes wander ed about like Christopher Columbus after discoveries. Finally lie spoke, like one who thought himself call ed on to say something. “Professor, there has been an ac cident this afternoon ; terrible too.” “Ah !” said I. “Awful!” said ho. “What w r as it?” “Nitro-glycerine explosion up in the iron mill—a hundred fellow mortals busted !” “Sad !” “Affecting very.” Here he rub bed his month with the back of his hand. “Professor, what is that nitro glycerine ?” “It is a very dangerous article,” I answered, happy to display my knowledge. It has nearly twice the destructiveness of gunpowder, but, unlike it, does not explode on the application of heat. A red-hot coal dropped into it will not ex plode it. It will freeze ; it is yel low and greasy*. Its symbolls in our nomenclature are C3. 115. (No3) 3, 06.” “Y r ou don’t mean to say* so !” said the officer interrupting me in disa greeable tones in the very middle of a choice extract from one of my lecturers. “Why, you hain’t told me how it does go off. If fire won’t bust it, what in—(hem) —will?” I told, him if it w*ere pressed or anything fell on it, it would ex plode. “Place it under the crusher of a cider mill, strike it with a hammer, let a weight on it from a heighth—.” “Yes,” said my man, “and that rouses its volcaner, does it ? How does it come, Professor ?” “In little cans —why, like these !” said I, discovering that there was a little can of it on the marble sink, which I had carelessly neglected to replace in the cellar. I then took a little glycerine, spread it on an an vil and struck it with a hammer. A slight explosion and a flame burst from the paper. “ No, really,” said the policeman starting back ; “ I suppose, Profes sor, that there can would make a mighty noise if allowed to explode in here all at once ? ” “It would blow the entire build ing to atoms,” said I resuming the analysis of Mrs. Johnson’s stomach. “ No ! ” I heard the policeman remark, in deliberate Yankee tones; “ you don’t say so ? ” The next moment I lay on my back, a gag in my mouth, terribly frightened and sick at heart. Over me stood the policeman, and the first thing that functionary did was —looking me straight in the face— to take off his nose ! He then rid himself of his red eye-brows, hair, cap, and became a determined look ing fellow, with the eyes of a fiend and the nose of a Roman. “So you think,” said the meta morphosed in the tones of a. gentle man, “that nothing can save Joe Johnson from the rope ? Poor fel low ! it does look like it. But my dear Professor, Joe Johnson is for tunate fenough to have in me a de voted friend, as well as brother. I have undertaken to save him, and he shall be saved. In order to this end it will be necessary to remove from the face of earth not only the stomach of his miserable wile yon der, but also, my dear Professor — I’m sorry to be obliged to say it, for I believe you were my brother’s teacher and friend—yourself as weft. * I saw tlig,t he was in deadly ear nest. “Your death must apparently re sult from accident—at least, so it must seem to tho authorities. My brother is in jail, and they will not suspect him, and they certainly will not suspect me.” What terrible deed was on bis 1 brain hatching ? Was he going to murder me ? The hard-earned knowledge of a score of years I would have given for power to ut ter one single cry. Ho took me in his arms and placed me in a chair, and bound me to it, and then from a side pocket he pro cured another rope Was it myself who was to hang instead of Johnson? No; yes. He placed (he line pulley-like over an arm of the hang ing chandelier. This was altogeth er too slight even for one of my slender frame. It was not to be hanging then ! To one end of the rope lie attach ed a weight, and raised it by pull ing the other end from the floor.— The loose end he secured to the sink. Was he mad ? Did he mean to draw me under this weight, and send me out of the world in a nov el way by letting it fall and dashing my brains out ? To the sink end he attached a long yellow string. Under the weight on the floor he placed the can of nitro glycerine ! I recognized tho yellow string; it was a fuse, and it would burn across the marble slab - there was no hope of its igniting any substance that would warn my friends. “Do you begin to see through it?” asked Joe Johnson’s brother. I believe I cursed him with my eyes. I could only breathe th rough my nostrils, and great veins were swelling and growing hot in my forehead. * Drawing a match from his pocket he lit and applied it to the fuse, that little tyrant that gave a man an hour to live, and killed him at the end of it—thatPlittle irresponsible terror that, less than merciful Prov idence, told a man the second he was to die if fright and horror spar ed him to itself. Slowly the flame crept, snako like, around the twine. “In an hour,” said the prisoner’s brother, “you will be in heaven or hell. I will watch with you for half an hour, and tho oilier half you will spend aione.” He sat down some minutes in a chair watching the flame Then he arose and took the piece of porce lain with the murder’s mark thereon from the table and shook his head gloomily. “I am chemist enough to know it is arsnic,” he said. “Yes, those bright metalic eyes, a betrayer of the guilty ! Science, thou wouldst kill my brother ! Thou shalt save him. Let us see in whoso hands thou art most powerful. Here is a man who by tliy aid, bids the pois on spright uprise and writes in bril liant characters a foul confession on this piece of procelain. But be hold, O science! It is no sooner written than, by thy aid, the whole confession and thy chosen servant is annihilated. Let the good profes sor use his chemicals; the bad broth er only asks—a little can of nitro glycerine.” I heard this speech, indeed ; but great heavens ! it was my eyes and not my ears were busiest then; for beneath the table covered by the crimson cloth of which I have be fore spoken, and which I faced, up peared the head of the child. The hair was rumpled, and the blue eyes were just opened from sleep. The intelligent forehead was wrinkled, strangely. It was my hoy Billy.— I was afraid he would cry “papa.” If he did, the implacable man would add the murder of the child to the murder of the father. But my boy did none of this.— He had, I suppose, crept under the table unknown to me, and fallen asleep there. I tried to tell the lit tle fellow to hide again, and wait for the final half hour when my tormentor could be gone. Wheth er he understood me or not aided by* what he heard, I did not know ; but he quickly withdrew his little curly head, first kissing his hand lightly at me, and then shaking his fist at the schemer watching so be ligerently his dumb fire agents. The half hour wore slowly away. O heavens ! what agony did I suf fer ! not for myself but for my child. A light noise might discover his presence ; the match might run its tether sooner than was expected. He might be murdered or blown to atoms. The fuse burned on—on. The half hour is up ! The brother of the murderer rises to go! Joy ! “Commit your soul to God’s keeping,” he said. “You hold the evidences of my brother’s guilt— nothing can save you now !” With that li* turned to take his hat from off the table covered with the crimson cloth, beneath which was my priceless boy. Something attracted his attention. He held out his hands and leaned forward. I thought he had discovered my boy ! No! he was lifting something in either hand—the wires of the electric battery. 111 another instant my boy had leaped from under the table, and was turning the crank fast and furiously. The murderer’s brother was in the power of my boy. He could not drop the wires ; he was helpless and motionless. How my boy cried for help ! The old college rung again. The prisoner’s brother ad ded his voice to my boy’s in his ag ony. He begged, he besceched — all his nerves were racked —great waves of galvanism leaped, surged, and trembled, and jarred over every sensitive neryc and fibre. Still my boy was inflexible, and shouted and turned faster. Unperceived, upon the marble, in the track of the I burning luse was a pool of inflaraa- ble oil. In an instant a great length burned away. It would last five minutes and no more. “Father,” shouted my boy, “if no assistance comes, this villain must die with us; I dare not let him free. Help ! help ! help !” Alas I could not answer him. But someone else did! Thank God ! The fuse is burnt up ! The rope is on fire, the nitro glycerine. The door opens; Tom Richardson a midnight visit to the sick, has heard the cry. lie comprehends all, seizes the can in one hand, but the weight descends, indeed, but not on the death dealing oil. No, down it goes through floor, down, down, like an evil spirit to give back a dull metallic echo from the stones of the cellar beneath. We are saved ! Joe Johnson, the prisoner, was hung, but his brother remains un punished by the law, for he stabbed himself with a knife, and thus es caped the hangman’s rope. Another Stupendous Pro ject. Commodore Matthew F. Maury, who in the years before the war made a vast survey of the sea, measuring its depths, tracing its currents, and guaging the winds that sweep over its surface, and thereby furnishing information that has been of immense value to navi gators and consequently to the whole commerce of the world, has now come out with a project for noting the forces at work on the whole face of the earth, and distrib uting the information for the bene fit of pro luceisatid mankind in gen eral, which desenes to rank with the most stupendous undertaking of this age of wonders. He pro poses, with the aid and co-operation of the various governments of the world and the use of all the appli ances of steam and electricity, to establish a vast system of weather and crop observations and reports, which shall keep producers in all lands informed of what is going on all over the globo, so that they may know* wherewith they are compet ing and what their prospects are in the markets. Now the smallest farmer on tho bleak hills of New England is engaged in a competition with all the world in growing his small crop of wheat or corn, and yet he hardly knows what is going on beyond the small circle of his own horizon, nor is any ono wise enough to tell him until after his crops are sold, and the final reports are made up on the year’s labor.— Tho value of w heat at Chicago or cotton at New Orleans depends as well on the quantity of those staples grown in the regions of the Baltic and Black seas or on tho plains of Hindoston as on that which is gath ered in from the prairies and tho savannas, and yet the growers have to let them go at whatever price the buyers may fix, based on crude esti mates off ilse reports of the coming supply. There is no certainty re garding the quantity of the fruits of the earth which are ripening for the garners of mankind. A blight may fall on the crops of Southern Russia, and nothing is known of it in the Mississippi Valley. The cot ton crop of India may be a failure, and the growth of Alabama goes in to the market on the supposition that there will be millions of bales from over the Eastern seas seeking purchasers in the same emporiums. Hence prices are low when the grower harvests the results of his labor and high before his products reach the consumer, and the middle men and speculators sweep in an enormous share of the profits. It will be easily seen how vast is the loss to the producing class, spring ing out of their ignorance of what the earth is bringing forth, and how utterly pow'erless they are to help themselves with no means or appli ances for obtaining the knowledge which they need. The scheme of Professor Maury proposes to supply this great defi ciency. He believes that man has already in his hands pow*ers and agencies which will enable the grain grower of the West and the cotton planter of the South to know*, as the season progresses, the probable supply of the staple in which he t 6 interested, in all quarters of tho globe, and tvhen the times of har vest come in the different climes to be informed with approximate pre cision of the actual quantities sent into the market. The benefits of the scheme are apparent; its practi cability is no more doubted thau that of many other great undertak ings which have been carried through to success seemed to bo when they were first projected.— The experiment of making weather observations which is already in progress, gives earnest of the groat things that may be done. It is on ly necessary to enlarge the scale up on which the present work is done to proportions fitting the magnifi cent plan of Professor Maury. Ob servers and reporters would be em ployed in different districts, in all countries the telegraph and postal systems would be utilized to convey information to commercial centres ar*l redistribute it, international ar rangements would be necessary for the exchange of reports, aud a vast but subtle and silent machinery, set to work all she world over gather ing and disseminating knowledge on important variations of the wea ther and the condition of the grow ing or the garnered crops. The scheme is beneficent as it is vast, and is worthy of the age that tun nels mountain ranges, spans conti- nents with iron roads, and lays tele graph lines through the depths of the sea.— JV. Y. World. From tie New York Sun. The Monster of the I¥avy. CAPT. A. A. SEEMES REAPING THE REWARD OF 1113 CRIMES. More than a year ago the Sun ex posed the iniquitous cruelties perpe trated on board tho United States sloop-of-war Portsmouth, under the command of Cant. Alexander A. Semmes, nephew of the celebrated Admiral Ilnphseel Semmes. Admi ral Lanman, of the South American station, appointed a court of inqui ry, which, after an investigation of the charges published in The Sun, strongly recommended that Capt. Semmes should be tried by Court Martial. This recommendation was forwarded to Secretary Robeson, who, nevertheless, for months and months permitted it to lie in his desk unnoticed. Finally the Ports mouth arrived in this port, and Sec retary Robeson’s attention was again called to the complaints of her crew. He then fished out the recommen dation of the court of inquiry, and resolved to order a court forthwith. The court martial was accordingly convened in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and has been in session with closed doors for nearly two weeks. One of tho principal charges against Captain Semmes is prefer red by Joseph King, ordinary sea man of the Portsmouth, whose treat ment was fully described in The Sun, as before stated. Exasperated and goaded by the cruelties inflicted upon him, King left tho ship to re turn to the United Slates as best he could, and report to the Navy De partment in person. lie was cap tured and tried for desertion about eighteen or twenty months ago. He was sentenced to nine years im prisonment. Immediately on King’s arrival in tho United States, whither he was sent to undergo punishment, Secre tary Robeson, to whom the facts had been first made known through The Sun, read the charges prefer red against the prisoner and releas ed him. In a short time a multitude of complaints against Capt. Semmes of a similar character to those prefer red by King began to pour iu upon the Secretary. It was a fact well substantiated that over otto hundred desertions were reported while the Portsmouth was in Rio harbor. It was shown that disaffection had roaehed such a pitch while on that station that a guard rowed around the vessel all night long, and that the officers in charge of the deck did duty, revolver in hand, with orders to kill anv who at tempted to leave tho ship without permission. Richard Mathews, ordinary sea man on board the Portsmouth, also made complaint against Capt. Sem mes, which is embodied in the charges on which he is now being tried. The case of Mathews is outra geous and amost incredible. lie had been guilty of a slight breach of discipline. By order of Capt. Semmes this man was seized and crammed into a box 3 feet long, 18 inches wide, and 18 inches deep. Planks cut for the purpose were then placed over the top of the box, and force was used to crush down the protruding knees and head. The planks were at length by main force, brought down to bear upon the sides and ends of the box. Nails were driven into the planks, and the living man was boxed up under Captain Scmmes’s supervis ion. By this same officer’s order, he was thus kept for five dftys. During these 120 hours the misera ble man was never allowed to leave his coffin. With a refined cruelty that would not let him die and es cape his torment he was regularly fed through a hole six inches square. A full-sized, vigorous man —an American citizen—in the full flow of health was thus caged. All those dreadful hours, with his poor crushed knees drawn up to his chin, and his bruised head jammed against the deal board, he sustained an existence of unutterable agony. The ordinary humanity which ex tends to a brute the privilege of daily liberty and exercise was want ing here. The accumulated horrors of five days’ unmitigated confine* rnent had to be borne without a hope of relief. Each limb was in a vise. The strained and tortured muscles could get no relaxation. The abrased and contorted members could receive no comforting manip ulation. There the man lay —ham- mered and bruised and squeezed in to his cage, and the Captain of a United Statos vessel of war —an of ficer commissioned by the Go v en - ment of the greatest republic the world ever saw —sat, ate, slept in his luxurious cabin for five days, while a man possessing equal rights of citizenship with himself, and whom he had sworn to protect in all his liberties as a freeman, lay crushed up in a trunk little larger than a salt fish box. No such mon strous act of cruelly was ever be fore heard of among civilized men, Besides the cases of these men — horrible enough in every truth to condemn an Apache Indian to con dign punishment —there were many others almost equally monstrous. A man who has sailed in the Portsmouth under Capt. Sotnmes declares that the men, after doing their days work, have been led to the quarter deck, chained in tens together; and left there to pass the NO. 49 subject to all the discom forts and dangers of a tropical cli mate. If one required to arise, or change his position all had to follow suit, and after a fearful night of wailing and unrest they were all driven next day to their posts, and expected to perform their regular duties. The other officers of the Ports mouth are spoken of in high terms by the men for their humanity and considerate kindness. It is to the malicp and fury of this fiend incar nate, Capt. A. A. Semmes, that tho men attribute all the misery and suffering which have made the Ports mouth hitherto a floating hell. VARIETY. “Come in out of the wet,” as the alligator said to the young nigger. A moving scene—A game of chess. A water spout—A teetotal speech. Tho American Hamburg—Ciu cinnati. A capital business—Lending non. oy. A “chest protector”—A good padlock. Wool gathering—Fights between negroes. Political pedestrianism Rum ning for office. The place for a picnic—Tho Sandwich Islands. Ihe last cup of a frolic is gener ally the hiccup. Ought not a hermit to call his house a man-shun ? M hen is a lawyer strongest ? IV hen lie is fee blest. Mixing in society—Taking your grog with your friends. What sort of ascent is a descent? —A trip-up, for it brings you down. Stops to Knowledge—Those in front of the British Museum. A good tonic for debilitated youn" ladies—lron. A better tonic— Ironing. Injurious Perfume to a Beautiful Woman— The essence of thyme. Which of the plagues of Egypt is most like a hat?—-Darkness which may be felt. Is a lamp at any time in a bad temper?—Yes; when it is put out. Why are books your best friends? Because you can shut them up with out offending them. Iu Vienna it is forbidden to pub lish matrimonial advertisements in the newspapers. Fifty young widows reside iu the small town of Centreville, Indiana, and it is unsafe for an unprotected man to pass through there. A Western editor informs a cor respondent that the words “ No Cards,” accompanying a marriage notice, signify that the wedded pair don’t play poker. A Vermont girl who sued a false lover for §4O for breach of promise, gave the court this rule for reckon ing the damages: Nine shillings per week for “setting up,” plus the val ue of lights and fuel. A Warsaw reporter saw a war among the wives and widows of Warsaw, and remarks that of all the wars wo ever saw, we never saw a war like the war we saw among the wives and widows of Warsaw. “ Bob, where’s the state of matri mony ?” “ It’s ono of the United States. It is bounded by hugging and kissing on one side,’ by babies and cradles on the other. Its chief products are population, broom sticks, and staying out lateo’nights. It was discovcrd by Adam and Eve in trying to find a northwest passage out of Paradise.” A matrimonial commercial de tective agency has been organized in Cincinnati by seven spinsters of mature age, who will supply infor mation concerning any young man in the town. Any maiden having an offer may apply at the bureau w'ith the full confidence of ascer taining the exact mercantile value of the partnership into which she is invited. A parson reading the funeral sefy vices at the grave, forgot the Bex of the deceased, and asked one of the mourners, an Emuialder, “Is this a brother or a sister?” “Neither/’ replied Pat, “only a cousin.” Care of the Feet. —Concerning this subject the Scientific American very truly says;. “ Many aro care less in the keeping of the feet. If they wash them once a week they think they are doing well. They do not consider that the largest pores of the system are located in the bottom of the feet, and that the most offensive matter is discharge through the pores. They wear stockiugs from the beginning to the end of the week without change, which become completely saturated with offensive matter. 11l health is generated by such treatment of the feet The pores are uot rcpcllanta but absorbents, and this fetid mat ter, to a greater or less extent, is ta ken back into the system. The feet should be washed every day wits) [►ure water only, as welt as tuearuy* pits, from which an offensive odqr is also emitted, unless daily ablution is practiced. Stockings should npt be worn more than a day or two at a time. They may be worn one day, ami then aired and sunned and wgrn another day, if necessary.”