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Y T OLUME VIII.
OLD LETTERS.
by b. m.
a package of letters,
All faded and yellow with age,
But their lines I always will cherish,
i hough famine and war may wage.
For a friend has kindly spoken
The words that they contain,
And our ties—they are now broken;—
But, perhaps we will meet again.
And now for years, I have kept them—
J hey have always been dear to my heart;
Sometimes I think i’ll destroy them
So memories from me’ll depart.
’Tis then I am cruelly reminded,
In after years to come.
That when I feel sad, ’twill made my heart
glad,
To read the old letters again.
When my course in life has run,
And from Mother Earth has fled,
The friend who wrote those lines to me,
I hope—will think of me when I’m dead.
OUR COUSIN JACK.
“lie grows handsomer every day,” ex
claims Aunt Deborah.
“Do you think so. aunt?”
“I don’t think anything about it—lam
sure lie does. ”
I smile, hut say nothing in answer to
my aunt’s very positive assertion.
“It's very strange,” she
sharply, for she had noticed my smile,
and it has apparently nettled her. “Its
very strange that you should have alter
ed in vonr opinion so much of late.”
“How altered?” I answer, coloring
up.
“Don’t pretend you do not under
stand me,” responds Aunt Deborah,
sharply.
“1 don’t wish to pretend anything,” is
my reply.
“Well, Jane, wo won’t have words
about it. I cannot hear disagreeables,
especially with those whom I love; but
you know quite well that was a time
when your Cousin Jack was everything
in your eyes, and I believe everything in
your heart, too, but of late you seem to
have changed towards him in the most
extraordinary manner imaginable.”
“1 am sure you are mistaken, Aunt
Deborah,” I answer, nerviouslv. “Jack
is just the same in my eyes as he ever
was. ”
“But not the same in vour heart, child,
eh ?”
“Really, aunt—”
“Oh, don’t be affected or foolish, my
dear Jane; you know I cannot bear any
thing of the kind. Your Cousin Jack
was very dear to you not so many weeks
ago—aye, it is as lately as weeks only, so
you need not exclaim with astonish
ment when I suggest something of the
kind.”
“I like Jack very much, I know,” is
my reply, my eyes still attentively fixed
upon my work, and the tell-tale color
still suffusing my cheeks.
“Like him, indeed,” exclaimed Aunt
Deborah contemptuously. “You used
to love him, and you cannot truthfully
deny it.”
“I love him still, aunt, as—as—”
“As what?”
“Asa brother.”
Aunt Deborah laughs outright, a
scornful, disbelieving, and, I must own,
a most aggravating laugh.
“Asa brother !” she exclaims, echoing
my words. “Dear me! What a nice
way of putting it. Asa brother!”
Then she adds more sternly:
“Do you think, Jane, you can deceive
me by that worn-out evasion; that paltry
exchange-offering which women are so
lond of proffering to the man whom they
have ceased to love, or whom they have
led to believe they loved, but iu reality
have never cared about at svll ? you thiuk
I have lived iu this deceitful world for
tive-and-fffty-vears, and am to be taken
in by any such rubbish as that?”
“I m sine I don’t wish to take you in,
aunt.”
“Don t you, really? It’s very good of
you to say so, I’m sure, but if you don’t
wish to take me in, it’s a pity you should
endeavor to do so palpably.”
1 rise to leave t ie room, but my aunt,
as I anticipated, v/iil not part with me
on such easy terms.
“Please don’t leave the room at pre
sent; I have more to say to you.”
I reseat myself with a subdued sigh of
impatience.
“So you don’t think your Cousin Jack
grows handsomer every day ?”
“I think he is the same in appearance
as usual,” I reply.
“But people can grow handsomer in
other things, as well as in personal ap
pearance,” responded Aunt Deborah.
“Of course they can.” say I.
“They can grow handsome in their
actions,” observes my aunt,
“By which I suppose you mean no
ble?” I question.
“Precisely.”
There is a slight pause, during which
I feel that my aunt has been eying me
keenly; but I do not look up from the
work I have resumed.
“I think,” says my aunt at last, “that
his conduct is most noble towards you. ”
“He is always very kind,” I faltered
out.
“He is more than very kind.” says
Aunt Doborah. “He is very charitable
towards you.
“I know he is,” I answer. “The last
present he made me is—”
“Present!’ screams my aunt, indig
nantly. “What on earth do you mean
by referring to presents? What have
trumpery gifts got to do with charity?
Are you resolved to drive me mad with
your evasions, your shallow false preten
sions? You know perfectly well what I
mean when I speak of this charity to
wards you. If lie were not the most
charitable-minded young fellow in the
world, he would scorn and despise you
for your treatment of him, which is dis
graceful in the extreme.”
‘I am sure—” I commence.
Dmttd to Industrial Inter*st, the Diffusion of Troth, the Establishment of Justice, and the Preserration of a People’s Government,
“Hush !” cries Aunt Deborah; “I will
not be interrupted. For months and
months, you and your Cousin Jack have
perfectly understood each other. He
hus (and may Heaven help him out of
his misfortune) loved you with all the
strength of his generous heart for these
three years or more—in fact, from the
first day on which he was unlucky
enough to meet you. And you, too, were
always partial to him from’the first; and
during the last year by your manner,
even when in the presence of others to
my knowledge, showed him sufficient
preference to lead him to believe you
reciprocated his affection. How much
further have you led him on by word of
mouth, I don’t pretend to know; but
doubtless you have said hundreds of
loving words to him in your time. But
now your ladyship suddenly takes it into
your head to show indifference for this
noble-hearted fellow. I call him noble
hearted because he merits it, and not
only out of any sentimental prejudice.
He sees the change in you—if he were
not blind, he could not help seeing it. 1
see the change in you; and I see what
an alteration in him that change has
made. He is not the same man. And I,
as the only relative lie has left who cares
two pins about him, wish to know what
has caused this fickleness on your part.”
“You speak as though Cousin Jack
and I were engaged,” I answered indig
nantly.
“And so you were, virtually,” retorts
my aunt.
“He never asked me to be his wife,” I
answer.
“He never asked you!” responds
Aunt Deborah with infinite scorn. * ‘Per
haps you will have the assurance to tell
me you did not know that he loved you.
Now, look here, Miss Jane Fleming, I
have had enough of this. Your cousin,
Jack Randall, has been as deal* to me as
a son for years past. He was my favor
ite sister’s only son, and when she was
on her deatli-bed I promised faithfully
to do my best for her child. You are
the only daughter of my dear brother. I
promised him on his death-bed to take
charge of you. I have tried to do my
best.”
“ You have ever been—” I commence,
my eyes filling with tears, and a pang of
remorse shooting through my heart for
ever having said a word or committed an
act that could wound Aunt Deborah’s
gentle spirit.
But Aunt Deborah interrupts me.
“I don’t need any thanks,” she ex
claims; “I have oijy done my duty.
Answer me one question, and this pain
ful subject shall be dropped. Do you
love anyone else? Are you fonder of
any one than you are of Jack?”
My color mounts to my forehead.
“No,” I reply.
My aunt rises, and putting her arms
about my neck, kisses me affectionately.
“Thank Heaven for that, my dear,”
she says with much emotion. ”
And so the conversation ends.
Aunt Deborah’s house is situated on
the parade at Ramsgate. I have lived
with her for more than seven years, and
she has proved a mother to me iu every
way. I have to-day, for the first time
in my life, told her a deliberate false
hood. I do love someone better than
Cousin Jack. This afternoon I mean to
meet him on the beach. He has asked
me to bo his wife, and I have all but
consented. Ours have been clandestine
meetings. To own the truth, I spoke to
him without a formal introduction.
One afternoon, when I was alone upon
the sands, he made an excuse for speak
ing to me. He warned me of the in
coming tide, saying he feared I might be
surrounded. Since then our meetings
have been frequent; since then my feel
ings for Cousin Jack have grown colder
and colder.
It is afternoon, the afternoon of the
same day on which I have told Aunt
Deborah the deliberate falsehood as to
my affections, mv newly-found lover is
at my side, my handsome gay-hearted
Arthur. Soon, I trust, the "day may
come when I shall be his wife; when I
shall bear the name of Stanford.
I tell him about my aunt's lecture.
“All this kind of thing,” he says,
“must be put a stop to, my little Jane,
as soon as possible. Don’t you think it
far better that it should be so?”
“How can it be put a stop to? I ask.
“There is but one w r av,” lie answers,
“aud to that I hardly dare hope you will
consent. ”
“Tell me what it is,” I say.
“For us to elope, Jane.”
The color mounts to my cheeks, and
my breath comes quickly.
“Jane, my darling Jane,” he murmurs,
“will you fly with me to-night?”
Before we have separated I have con
sented to his proposal.
The wind is blowing briskly as he
wishes me au revoir.
“I am just going to have a sail in my
favorite little skiff—a farewell sail,” he
says; “and then I must return to my
hotel and make all necessary prepara
tions.”
* it’s blowing so strongly,” I answer;
“ a. and I’m always afraid of some accident
when you go sailing in that slender
craft ”
“Never fear,” he responds gaily, “I
can swim a mile or two if need be; there’s
no danger of my coming to grief. Fare
well uutil to-night; to-night, darling!
and then we shall meet to part no more.”
He grasps my hand, oh, so warmly,
and then he leaves me. I watch his re
treating figure as he makes his way to
wards that portion of the beach where
he hires his sailing skiff.
Presently I see him on the bosom of
the sea, the white sail set,, and the little
skiff lying over on her side—so far over
that I expect to see her capsize momen
tarily.
Farther and farther out to sea he sails,
away in the afternoon sun, my lover, for
whose safety I trembie.
The wind freshens every moment.
INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA.
Others eyes, as well as mines, are di
rected towards the bold young English
man who ventures to ride so daringly
upon the treacherous ocean.
A cry goes up from those assembled
on the beach, a cry in which my voice
joins, for the white sail of my lover’s
boat is seen to dip into the water, to lie
upon the bosom of the sea; the frail craft
has been taxed too heavily, and in an
other moment it has capsized.
As that w*ail of agony escapes my lips
a hand is laid upon my shoulder, a hand
that is ever ready in the hour of danger
—Cousin Jack’s hand.
“Don’t give way,” he exclaims, “if
Heaven grants me strength I will save
him!”
And then I see Jack Randall plunge
into the sea and strike out to the rescue.
A minute later I fall senseless among
the pebbles.
When consciousness return, I find
myself in bed. My first inquiry is:
“Have they saved him?”
“ You must not attempt to talk at pres
ent, dear,” answers Aunt Deborah, who
is watching by me.
“But I must know,” I cry excitedly,
endeavoring to rise.
At this moment the doctor appears
upon the scene.
“I must and will know if he is
saved,” I shouted frantically.
“One moment, my dear, one mo
ment,” says the doctor kindly, “andyou
shall have all you require—hear all you
wish to hear.”
Then a few hurriedly whispered words
are exchanged between Aunt Deborah
and him, and she hastily leaves the
room.
“You have been very ill, my dear,”
says the doctor, taking my hand; “but
I’m thankful to say, if you will only
keep quite calm and quiet, you will soon
be perfectly well. You have been in bed
ten days, you know. ”
“Ten days!” I exclaim with extreme
astonishment. It doesn’t seem ten hours
tome. But” flying off to the old topic—-
“I must and will know where lie is—he,
Arthur Stanford, whom I love.”
I broke down in a wail of agony.
“Oh, don’t hide anything from me,”
I sob. “I am prepared to hear the worst;
I expect to hear the worst; only be can
did with me, and I will do anything you
plea six”
The doctor puts his finger on my
pulse.
“You know, my dear, that accidents
will happen to the best of us. ”
“He is dead,” I cried; “I know by
your face that lie is dead.”
As the words pass ray lips the door
opens, and Aunt Deborah re-enters fol
lowed by Cousin Jack.
“Cousin Jack,” I cry, holding out my
arms towards him; “I know you will tell
me the truth; you who never lie, who
never deceive anyone.”
Cousin Jack has my hands—how thin
and transparent they have become —in
iiis, almost before I have concluded
speaking. And tben, the doctor and
Aunt Deborah having withdrawn, lie
tells me the appalling truth. He tells me
how he swam out to the scene of the
disaster, but ere he reached it Arthur
Stanford was drowned. They recovered
the body next day. And then, very
gently, Jack tells me who he was, and I
knew that Heaven had been merciful in
taking him. The man who had so in
fatuated me and with whom I was pre
pared to fly, was one of the most dariug
forgers that ever infested the metropolis.
The papers found among his things
proved this.
The name of Arthur Stanford was an
alias.
******
Three years have gone by since what I
have recorded took place. Perhaps
many people will say Jack Randall was
a soft-hearted idiot to have anything
more to do with one who had treated him
as badly as I had done; but his motto
is. that “To err is human: to foreive di
vine.” And I, as his cherished wife, can
honorably assert I never loved any one
half or a quarter as much as I love my
Cousin Jack.
How Spring Crops Often Fail.
Tn spring, usually when plowed, the
soil is moist from winter rains and snows,
ami therefore compacts more readily
than in the fall. But it is well known
'hat oats and barley rarely do well on
sod ground, especially if old and tough.
Why? There is strength enough in the
soil, but it is apt to become very dry
about the time the grain is heading out,
often before. The sod is too stiff to pack
solid, and the roots of grain encounter
places where there is a vacancy between
the particles of earth. In hoed crops we
remedy this by frequent cultivation. It
is this which makes the magical result
from the use of the cultivator, but di
rectly under the hill no implement will
reach. Unless the soil has become thor
oughly compacted before planting, it
will be hard work to do it afterwards.
An intelligent farmer remarked the
other day' that the coarse manure he
drew on his potato ground and plowed
under last April had absolutely dam
aged the crop. The sod was heavy, and
the coarse manure had lain underneath,
preventing either from rotting. Tn dig
ging into some of the poorest hills of
potatoes, he invariably found a hollow
space beneath the hill, and unrotted ma
nure or sod. On a portion of the field
he had used a pulverizer and roller, and
there the crop was much better and the
weakly hills very few. He would have
pulverized the entire field, but a heavy
rain came on when it was half-finished,
and he relied on that to compact the
soil, but it had not done it effectually.—
Country Gentleman.
Taste and smell are chemical, touch is
mechanical, hearing and seeing are
ethereal, the ear is emotion and the eve
intellectual. — Tyndall.
NEWS GLEANINGS.
At the Norfolk navy-yard five war
ships are repairing.
The Savannah News regards tea cult
ure in Georgia as an assured success.
The Leesburg (Fla.) Advance learns
that a wooden railway will be built from
Leesburg to Lake Harris and Griffin for
the transportation of goods.
The Sugar Planter reports that sev
eral planters in West Baton Rouge, La.,
are to give the sorgum cane a fair trial
.this season, and if results are satisfac
tory to plant extensively another year.
The Columbus (Ga.) Enquirer-Sun
says that the woods are alive with lo
custs around Griffin. They are of the
same kind as those there fourteen years
ago, and farmers fear for their wheat
crop.
The rector at St. John’s Episcopal
church at Montgomery, Ala., has bap
tized 502 persons in twelve years. The
amount of money contributed by the
parish for all purposes during the past
twelve years, including the support of
the church, is $109,77 8.
There is a peach tree, n;>w growing
in Jasper county, Ga., on the plantation
of B. R. Ezell, near Trickson, the seed
of which was planted by Mr. Ezell’s
father in 1809. The tree was transplant
ed in 1811. It is now growing fruit, the
Macon (Ga.) Telegraph reports. Mr.
Ezell is now in his eighty-second year.
The Raleigh (N. C.) News Observer
reports that Governor Jarvis, Lieutenant
Governor Robinson, and others, who re
cently visited the eastern part of the
State, saw two fish hauls at Mr, Cape
hart’s fishery at Avoca, one of 170,000
herring in the morning, and another of
125,000 in the evening. The warp of
tho sein was 2,500 yards in length, and
it was hauled in by steam.
One of the most remarkable instances
of self-sacrafice and per everance is
that of the Beal street colored Baptist
church at Memphis, which, out of the
very small daily earnings of its poor
members, has contributed since 1865
$37,000 to buy ground and build and
pay for its fine church edifice. About
SIO,OOO more is requisite to complete
the interior of the upper part of the
building.
The Mayor and board of aldermen
have revoked and canceled every license
to sell wines, spirituous or malt liquors
or any intoxicating liquors within the
limits of the city of Charlotte, N. C.
The keeping of such beverages for sale
is declared a nuisance, and in this
declaration brandied fruits and alco
holic liquors are included.
Mississippi has a total population of
1,131,592, of which 479,371 are white
and 652,221 are colored. There are
seventy-four counties in the iState, of
which thirty-eight contain more colored
than white population, and thirty-six
more white than colored. The colored
majority is 172,850. In Issaquena
county the whites number 824 and the
colored persons 9,177. In Washington
county the whites number 3,474 and the
colored persons 21,891.
Contracts have been made by the Lo
cal Board of Swamp Land Commission
ers for the parishes of Lafourche and
Terrabonne, for the construction of two
canals, to be completed within one year.
The New Orleans States says that this
will open to cultivation or other useful
purposes and render conveniently acces
sible a large area of heretofore useless
lands within easy distance from New
Orleans.
Spartanburg, S. C., news in Charles
ton News and Courier: The longest
cotton row in the county, or in the
State, perhaps, was laid off by Mr. E.
B. Huff, who works land of J. H. Mont
gomery, Esq., two miles north of town.
It is 90,760 yards long; and the rows
being three and a half feet wide, this
row contains a fraction over two and
one-third acres. Its length is a little
moie than five and a half miles. It
would require about six hours to run
round this one row of cotton.
The Bullock (Ga.)Banner hears of a
man who is taking his all on cotton. He
has waved the homestead, and is giving
mortgages on all that he has on the in
coming crop, in order to get guano, com
and meat. The Banner asks: “Sup
pose the cotton crop this year is a short
one, or that it is a large one, but the
prices low and the mortgage and home
stead waving notes can not be paid,
what will become of hi* home and
farm ?’
The New Orleans Picayune says that
there has been a marked change in the
drift of cotton this season, and the ten
dency has been southward. The crop
has been augmented over eleven per
cent., yet the quantity of cotton carried
overland has decreased nearly 100,000
bales from the figures of last year to
corresponding date. The principal de
crease in this direction has been at St.
Louis, where there has been 90,000 bales
less cotton handled than last year. The
shipments through Louisville have also
fallen off 50,000 bales.
Speaking of the eighth anniversary
next Monday of the settlement of the
Alabama town of Cullman, the Mont
gomery Advertiser and Mail says:
Eight years ago the town of Cullman
was a wilderness ; it has now something
less than 2,000 people, and the region
all round is settled by industrious and
thrifty farmers. They are mostly Ger
man, and such has been the success of
the pioneers that there are now almost
daily additions to the settlements, in
duced by the reports that have gone
from the pleasant homes of the settlers.
They by no means devote their well
tilled lands exclusively to the culture
of the great Southern staple or to grain.
They are growing small fruits and veg
etables with gratifying success.
The Palatka (Fla.) Herald states that
Mr. W. P. Wright has bought another
slice of Drayton island, 300 acres. Be
fore the last purchase he owned a good
part of the west side ol the island. Mr.
W. has been in Florida for twelve years,
and was the first who introduced into
this section the business of market gar
dening. For the past ten years he has
cultivated vegetables for the Northern
market. He has had as high as fifteen
acres in cucumbers in ene season. This
year he cultivated over ten acres to cab
bage alone. It may be said in his case,
at least, that he has ascertained the pos
itive reality of the vegetable industry,
and his testimony is favorable. The ad
ditional 300 acres just purchased by
him is for vegetable growing. It is a
piece of low, rich prairie, which, in or
der to render tillable, he is now diking
and draining.
It is stated by the Sand ford (Fla.)
Journal that General Sandford has
merged his large interests there and in
Middle Florida in an English company,
composed of business men and capital
ists of high standing in England and
Scotland, and called the Florida Land
and Colonization Company (limited), of
which he is president. The object of
the company is to continue the import
ant work of improvement and coloniza
tion commenced by him eleven years
ago', and to extend it over a larger terri
tory with the larger means now afforded.
Sanford will naturally be the headquar
ters of the company, which started with
a capital of $1,250,000. It is already
proposed to increase it to $5,000,000 in
order to carry out the various plans and
projects on hand. Until a charter is
obtained the business will be carried on
under the direction of Gen. Sanford.
Take Me to Me Ma!
“It is a great thing to see the spirit
ual truth that all nature symbolizes,”
said she.
“So it is,” said he.
•‘And yet enjoyment is darkened by
a terrible shadow,” said she.
“Hay?” he inquired.
“A terrible shadow,” she repeated,
‘ ‘that casts a depressing reflection upon
the most exuberant soul.”
“Yes,” he replied, “I’ve felt it when
I’ve been short on spare ribs. ”
“On what?” she anxiously inquired.
“On spare ribs.”
“But you should be philosophical—
you should imitate Pythagoras.”
“Who was her 1
“He was a philosopher, an anti-epi
curean, but lie did not go so far as the
Stoics.”
“Where did they go?” asked the
Board of Trade man; and gazing at him
in amazement, his wild Western way
began to dawn upon the culchawed
mind of the Boston girl, and she said:
“Take me to me ma.” —New York
Commercial Advertiser.
Professor Stourbridge before the
State Board of Agriculture of Connecti
cut: “The soil is best plowed when it
is most thoroughly crushed, twist*d and
broken, with the sod well covered. On
some kinds of land I would have fur
rows lapped an inch, as the Canadian
farmers plow. Let the air and water
have a chance to circulate underneath
the surface. Light lands, however,
should have a flat furrow if we wish to
make such lands more compact.”
A Boston gill, in a moment of dreamy
inspiration, the other day, murmured":
“Why is it that two souls, mated in the
impenetrable mystery of their nativity,
float by each other on the ocean currents
of existence without being instinctively
drawn together, blended, and beautified
in the [assimilative alembic of eternal
love?” And then she mechanically pushed
her plate over for another filling of
beans and a slug of pork.
SUBSCRIPTION--$1.50.
NUMBER 40.
FACTS FOR THE CURIOUS.
The cuttle-fish has three distinct
hearts.
Elephants always disturb the water
before they drink.
The woodpecker can thrust its tongue
out full three inches.
The albatross, the largest of sea birds,
Hies with a velocity of 100 miles an hour.
The little bird called the swift darts
through the air at the rate of 180 miles
an hour.
The noise made by a school of fish
sounds, in the deep sea, like the rum
bling of thunder.
The horn of a rhinoceros, "when cut
through the middle, is said to exhibit
on each side the rude figure of a man.
the outlines being marked by small
white strokes.
Orang-outangs, in a state of domesti
cation, will sit at the table like men and
eat every kind of food, using the knife
and fork; and tliey will drink wine and
other liquors.
The main artery in the common
whale is a pipe into which a man might
creep with ease; the heart throws out
from twelve to fifteen gallons of blood
at every pulsation; the tongue has been
compared to a vast feather-bed, on
which half a dozen men might find am
ple room for repose. The whale’s tail
not infrequently has a surface of 100
square feet.
If the eaitli could be suddenly stopped
in her orbit, and allowed to fall unob
structed toward the sun, imder the ac
celerating influence of his attraction,
she would reach the central fire in about
four months. But such is the compass
of her orbit that, to make its circuit in a
year, she has to move nearly nineteen
miles a second, or more than fifty times
faster than the swiftest rifle ball, and,
moving twenty miles, her path deviates
from perfect straightness by less than
one-eightli of an inch.
Among the extinct species of animals,
the remains of which are found in Amer
ica, may be mentioned the Eobasileus
coruntus, a beast as large as the Indian
elephant, but standing low, having pro
portions more as in the rhinoceros.
The physiognomy was very peculiar. On
either side of the front, above each or
bit, rose a stout horn, its base continu
ous with that of its mate. Immensely
prolonged nasal bones supported on
each side, near the extremity, a massive
reversed shovel-shaped protuberance.
These beasts probably lived in herds
like elephants of the present day.
In Persia they bottle up their tears as
of old. This is done in the following
manner; As the mourners are sitting
around and weeping, the master of cere
monies presents each one with a piece of'
cotton wool, with which to wipe off his
tears. This cotton is afterward squeezed
into a bottle, and the tears are preserved
as a powerful and efficacious remedy for
reviving a dying man after every other
means lias failed. It is also employed
as a charm against evil influences. This
custom is probably alluded to in Psalm
lvi., verse 8 : “ Put thou my tears into
a bottle.” The practice was once uni
versal, as is found by the tear bottles
which are found in almost every ancient
tomb, for the ancients buried them with
their dead as a proof of their affection.
Corn too Thick.
One summer we had a side hill on
which we p’anted corn —the Chester
County Mammoth—and it was in its
growth very rank. The hired man. who
was told to puil out all unhealthy stalks
and leave not more than at the least
three to the hill, did not pull any at all,
but got drunk. The field was very
beautiful, but practical men came to us
and said that it was very nice and
picturesque, but that it was like a hem
lock forest--too shady. The truth i°,
the hills had been pretty heavily and
hotly fertilized through the drunkenness
of the afore-aid man, and the shades
made by the stalks kept the ground cool
in the drought. The result was a hand
some crop of corn at a time when corn
had been burned up by the sun. We
would not like to recommend this plan
to anybody, because we think it is a
very bad one, but we relate it as a mat
ter of illustration for some of the
agricultural smarties. —New York Herald.
A. Smick, Decatur, 111., sends the fol
lowing cure for “chicken cholera” to
the Farmer s Bevieio, saying that it “has
cured when all others have failed.” “I
send you a recqipe for the cure of
cholera in fowls, which I have tried
with wonderful success: One half tea
spoonful of ground black pepper, one
half teaspoonful gunpowder, one-half
tea-poonful soda, one-naif teaspoonful
sulphur, fifteen drops laudanum or same
of coal oil; mix thoroughly with a little
flour and water. Give to the fowl by
putting down its throat. Dose—one
teaspoonful twice a day till cured.”
'Been out of town, Fritz?” “ Yasse;
took a run to Boston for a few days.”
“Meet enybody?” “Oh, yes; met the
Beans. Know them. Very nice family;
great friend of the Porks, of Chicago.
Always together. Believe they’re in
partnership. Pork & Beans.” “Aw!”
••uome in Mary Jeannette! How dare
you put on yom rollei skates Sunday?”
“I haven’t my roller skates on mother;
only one of them. Nobody can break
the Sabbath with one roller skate!”
The daughter of Mr. Proddy, of
Twelfth street, has returned to her fath
er's house from a visit East, and oh! how
many fond and foolish boyß rejoice over
that Proddy gal’s return —Kansas City
Times.