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LETTER FROM THE CAPITAL. Rniuirkt on Iho Htute Hon*** —A Funny Comparison—Convention. Atlanta, Ga. January 26, 1877. To the Editors ok The Sun : ■ On yesterday, the Speaker gave notice that there must be no applauding or stamp ing in the House or galleries, as the build ing was thought to be unsafe and had set tled so much the day before that the doors of the offices below could not be shut. It is ’ sgid one thousand dollars was spent last year in puttying and plastering up the cracks in the building. To-day the House passed a resolution clearing the galleries, for fear the weight might cause a tumble of the ’building. They arc removing all the old books, papers, &c., from the Library. If the sessions are continued bo held in this miserable old rookery, there will be a wholesale slaughter before many years. • The House is now debating the Conven tion, which I think will pass. The first thing the Convention ought to do is to have the Capital removed to Milledgeville, where the State owns a good State House, Gov ernor's Mansion, <&c., all in good order. This miserable concern in Atlanta is just about as suitable for a State House as Hell would be for a powder house. I At 12 M., to-day, both houses met in joint session to ballot for Senator. Ben Hill is elected—but not by any help from tne. * Yours truly, Senex. ltiiflit at Last. Detroit Free Press. Yesterday morning a stranger from up the lakes entered a saloon on Lamed street and invited three men to drink with him. M hen they had turned their glasses up he asked what was to pay, and the barkeeper said it was ten cents apiece. | “All right. Four times ten are fifty six, and here’s the cash,” responded the in an. The saloon keeper didn’t want to take (I at forty cents, but the stranger insisted gthat the bill was fifty-six, paid it, and went lotf happy. He returned in half an hour, las he re-entered the place, the proprietor freinarked : “ Ah, I thought you would soon discover your mistake.” ** I’m a poor man, but as honest as the ■colic is annoying,” replied the stranger. 1“ 1 didn’t pay you enough. Four times ■ten are sixty-three, and here’s the balance lof your money.” The man wasn’t drunk, and he seemed fto be so decided that the barkeeper re ceived the additional seven cents, saying, however, that he stood ready to accept forty cents for hi,s bilL The man wenLuot, again, but in less than an hour he came back, gave the door a heavy kick, and as he entered called out: “ You arc a nice old swindler, you are ! [You knew I didn’t figure that right, and lyet you let me go out of here and didn’t make me good ! ” “ 1 only wanted forty cents,” mildly re plied the saloonist. “And you won’t get it! I see now where I was wrong. Four times ten are twenty-seven, and two to carry makes twenty-nine, and if you don’t give me back the right change I’ll make your shoulders break your ribs !” “ You are wrong again, my friend,” an swered the saloonist. “ Four times —” “ I’m wrong, eh !” howled the stranger, drawing off his coat and kicking one of his boots across the room. The disgusted proprietor handed him back all his money, and was glad to get rid of him at that figure. Ail Accommodating Clerk. Scene I. —French’s Hotel. Time, mid day. Fat hotel clerk, brushing his dia mond stud with a feather. Enter young man in a hurry. lie writes on the regis ter. ‘’John Green, Harrisburg, Pa.” Young Man.—l “ I shall take a room this evening. Some bundles may be sent here for me this afternoon. If the charges are not more than $5 pay them.” Exit young man in a hurry. Clerk stiffly bows and continue to brush his diamond stud with a feather. Scene ll.—Time, one hour later. Enter a small boy with heavy, oblong package. He struggles up to the counter, and says : “ A bundle for Mr. Green. The charges arc $3.50.” Clerk drops the feather, and permits the diamond stud to dazzle the small boy’s eyes. Then he takes the bundle, and pays the small boy $3.50. Scene lll.—Time, the following day. Fat clerk scratches his head with the feather and thinks of Mr. Green, the small boy, and the $3.50. Then he opens the ob long bundle and discovers a brick-bat in a paper box, with a note, saying: “ This is the best Russian clay I could find.” Clerk exclaims, “ Godelraity,” and the proprietor of the hotel debits him with $3.00. Uoj’N 'Will Be IloyM. Boys are boys, even so far away as Ma dras. Some of the students of the College at Vepery recently cut out the bottom of the acting principal’s chair, and replaced it in its frame rather ingeniously by means of a few pieces of rattan. When the worthy gentleman ascended the platform and seated himself in the chair the bottom fell out, and he was forced to assume a most angu lar and awkward attitude. As soon as the boys recovered from a delirium of convul sive emotion, the good mqn set to work to discover the offenders, but was astonished j by the density of ignorance which was manifested at every desk. He finally de- j creed there should be no Saturday half holiday until the mischief-makers were' discovered. When Saturday came thirty I *1.50 A YEAR. cit the senior boys absented themselves. On the following Monday the principal, with vengeance in his eyes, gave every one of the truants a tremendous thrashing. ■<• lie Took Him In. liridijet Smith's Paper. A man was selling pocket-books from a basket, Saturday, near the Capitol. Among the crowd of lookers-on was a country jakc, who gazed upon the morocco cases with a longing eye. “Only fifty cents apiece, gentlemen,” said the man, as he held up a pocket-book between his fingers, “and will hold all the money you can scare up.” “ Is they ginnerwine ?” asked Jake. “Genuine Russia leather, warranted.” “ Yer war’nt ’em, 1 spose. do yer?” “ Yes, sir; you can buy one, and if you find it not to be the real stuff, come back, and, besides giving you your money back. I’ll make you a present of the book.” Jake paid the money and took the book. About a half an hour afterward, he re turned. “ Say, Mister ; yer said this contrapshun was ginnerwine lloosher. didn’t yer?” “ Genuine in every respect!” “ Yer said ef it wouldn’t hold all a man’s money that you'd pay my fifty cents back and gi' me the book !” “ i certainly made such a remark.” “ Well, gi' me my money. 1 went ’roun’ here to deems’ Bank, and John Jeeras said it wouldn't hole five hundred dollars of his money, an’ I'll be dad swamped ef I don’t want my money.” “ But I never said —” “Never mind what yer said—l know what yer said, an' ef yer don’t plank down that fifty cents, I’ll knock the socks out’n yer right here.” Seeing that Jake was in dead earnest, the man of pocket-books turned over the money, and put a book down to profit and loss. llow to Ud Along;. If you have a place of business, be found there when wanted. No man can get rich by sitting around stores and saloons. Never fool iu business matters. Have order, system, regularity, and also promptness. Do not meddle with business /tou know Do not kick every one in yourpath. More miles can be made in one day by going steadily than by stopping Pay as you go. A man of honor respects his words as he does his bond. Help others when you can. but never give what you cannot afford because it is fashionable. Learn to say No. No necessity of snap ping it out. dog fashion, but say it firmly and respectfully. Use your own brains rather than those of others. Learn to think and act for yourself. Keep ahead rather than behind the times. Wliy the Colored .llcmbcrs Voted lor Hill. Atanta Sunday Herald. Old Si was present when the final vote for Senator was taken : “ Yer see,” said he, explaining to some darkies. “ When de Smif men ’gin ter change onter de Hill side, I sot my eyes on dein fo’ niggers whar is members ob de House!” “ An’ what dey do?” “ Hat's what I wuz a lookin’ fer ter see. When de changin’ come on dey seed whar de win’ wuz blowin’ an 5 purty soon dey cotch de idee !” “ What war dat ?” Dey fell on de winnin’ side an' got up an’ say change dat vote onter Mister Ilill !” “ A\ hat for, now ?” “ Kase dey seed dat he was 'gwine in dey wuz bringin’ dar ’sperience ter b'ar. When a nigger gits one er two hard falls he larns somefin, an’ dem fellers kno’d dat—an’ dat’s de reezin dat dey fell up ! Yer sees de pint, now?” Kules for Bully Ufe. Do not express your opinion too freely and decidedly when it differs from those around you, merely for the sake of saying what “I think,” when no good will be done. Try to give up your will and way to others in trifles as well as in more impor tant matters, except where principle is in volved. Do not complain of little discomforts, but bear them cheerfully. Try to avoid making disagreeable re marks of any description, and make noun pleasant comparisons. Do not perform disagreeable duties with a martyr-like air, but always cheerfully. Do not indulge the idea that in a differ ent position from the ofte in which God has placed you, you would lead a better or a happier life. lve In a Fair Count. A gentleman in Cincinnati, who has a newly married son residing in Boston, re ceived the following telegram : “ Dear Father—Maria gave birth to twins this morning. All well. John:” Reply ; “ Dear John—l congratulate you. * Give us a fair count.’ Father.” HARTWELL, HA., WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 7, IST'. Oirh or ili* I*ri<Ml. BY K. lU rittrn for The Sun The following bit of choice rhyme was composed by a young man, not far from Hartwell, who parts his hair in the middle and dyes his hair; so the young ladies need not feel bad about it. If he was ns care ful with his rythmic feet as'is with his own his doggerel would be better proportioned : The girls have got to bo Wonderous things to me; If one by nature be slender, To add to her splendor, Paper and cotton by the pound Is used to make her plump and round. Nor content with Nature's form, She trys herself to adorn. Composed of ingredients three, Which we all can see — Lily-white upon her face— Magnolia—blotches to erase; And paper—allow me to refrain, For it is conspicuously plain ! To see her in this attire Kills all our desire. When out upon the streets, Just hear the boys she meets, For when her back she turns Each heart with laughter burns ; A great protuberance on behind, A disgrace to womankind; And full bloomed bust. But with cotton stuffed. Of tucks, cuffs and cotton lace Consist the girls of the present race. I wish Nature these appendages had given ; To make them they would not have been driven. To young men let me say, Beware of the girls of the present day. They will entice you if they can By manoeuver, trick or plan. But time will soon reveal 'Tis for woe—not for weal. You will find your lovely wife Is not all flesh nor all life. By a bunch of cotton and roll of paper And waist with a little taper. You have been won— Trouble now begun ! APPEAL. Young ladies, how can you assume, And with such graceful air— Like a jackdaw, with artistic plume— Shine, but to fall in dark despair? Love's ley Dreimi. Detroit Free Press. The other evening, as a patient police man was pacing his beat on Howard street, a young man passed him and ran up a flight of stone steps and rang the bell. The offi cer heard the door open, a young lady's voice sing out, and he said to himself: “ ’Tis love’s young dream.” He was just moving on when another young man approached, looked up at the house, and in a sheepish way asked the of ficer if he had seen anyone go in. He was informed of what had occurred a moment before, and he gasped : “It was that sneaking chap from Cass avenue !” He walked on, and the officer walked; but ten minutes later, the young man climbed the stones steps with a pail of water in his hand, and emptied its contents over every stone. He was sitting on the horse-block opposite as the officer came back, meaning to stay there until his plan unfolded or until he froze to death. He didn’t freeze, but the water did. In about ten minutes the door opposite opened, two voices were heard for a mo ment, and then the young man from Cass avenue came down the steps on his ear, his elbow, his shoulder-blade, his heel, or on most any other part of the human make up. He struck the side-walk, shot across it to the gutter, and came to a stand-still with his head in the snow. There was a peal of laughter from the house as the door shut, and the watcher on the horse-block chuckled and remarked : “ That heartless laugh was not uttered by a woman who loves—l’m hunky !” Five minutes later he carefully crawled up the icy steps, and the good policeman heard him cordially greeted, and mused: “ Well, if there ain't more’n seventeen ways of finding out if a girl loves you !” Calumny. The rules of politeness are never at vari ance with the principles of morality. What ever is really impolite is really immoral. We have no right to offend people by our manner or conversation. M e have no right to be influenced by gossip about the people we meet. Their private affairs are none of our business. If we believe a man to be unfit company for us, we must not invite him ; but if we meet him where he has been invited by others, we must treat him with civility. It we know a man or woman to be a grave offender we cannot use that knowledge to injure him or her, unless it is absolutely needful for the pro- taction of others. The greatest and best men in the world have been assailed with calumny. The purest and noblest do not always escape it. We cannot investigate, as a rule; we must disregard all slanders. Where great offenses become notorious, the offenders must be excommunicated. In all other cases we must give every one the benefit of a doubt, apply charitable construction, hope for the best, and, con sider every one innocent until he is proven guilty. I’lirnuropliH of file Period. She was seated by his side upon the sofa. After an impressive silence with her eves upon the carpet, she artlessly allowed nor little hand to fall upon his arm. He imme diately seized and pressed it, whereupon she burst into a torrent of tears. Said lie, “What is it, little girl?” Said she, “I don’t know.” “Yes, you do, what is it?” “I can’t tell 3 - ou.” “You must,” “1 don’t want to.” “You shall.” “No body loves me ; boo ! boo !” Yes, some body does love you, too.” “No they do not, “But you know somebody does.” “No, I don't; nobody loves me.” Re proachfully —“Now my dear girl, you know better than that; you know there is one who loves you very dearly.” Looking up hopefully—“ Who?” “God loves you. Good night, dear.” A Lecturer once enumerated the qualifi cations of a good wife in the following an tithesis of “To be and not to be.” She should be like three things, and yet she should not be like those three things. First, she should be like a snail, always keep within her own house; but she should not be like a snail, and carry all she has upon her back. Secondly, she should be like an echo, to speak when she is spoken to, but she should not be like an echo, always to have the last word. Thirdly, she should lie like a town-clock, always time and regular ity ; but she should not be like a town-clock, to speak so loud that all the town may hear her. Frank Beard, the artist, while at dinner recently, was told of a man in Nassau street with three hands. “How is that?” asked Beard. “ He’s got a little behind hand,” was the reply. “ You are a more extraor dinary man,” was the reply, “ for you have two heads; you have a head of your own, and you’ve got a-head of me.” “ Mr 8.. did you sav, or did you not say what I said you said, because *0 said you said you never said what 1 said you said: now if you said you did not say what 1 said you said you said, then in the name of stars whatdiu you say?” Sentimental youth—“Ah, Anna Maria, you look to me like a daisy kissed with dew.” Guilty party—“Oh John ! indeed, it wasn’t a Jew; it was that Tom Stubbs, and I told the idiot at the time every one would find it out!” A North Carolina farmer, to catch the thieves who had been stealing his meat put strychnine on one of his hams inhissmoke housc. He has forgotton which one, and the whole family dare not touch one of the 150 hams. A gentleman meeting one of his friends who was insolvent expressed great concern for his embarrassment. “You are mis taken, my dear sir,” was the reply. “ ’Tis not I. ‘ ’tis my creditors who are embar rassed.” “Old Sam B . a carpenter of Trenton, was engaged to build a fence, and was con sulted as to the best material for posts. “Locust, madam, locust; the darned stuff will last a life time; I’ve tried um twice.” A person was boasting that he was sprung from a high family. “"V es,” said a bystand er, “I have seen some of the same family so high that their feet could not touch the ground.” A country lad had replied to an idle fel low who had boasted lus ancient family; “So much the worse for you ; as we plough man say, the older the seed the worse the crop.” To catch mice —on going to bed put crumbs of cheese in your mouth, and lie with your mouth open, and when the mouses's whiskers tickle your throat, bite. If you have no cold victuals for the poor, hungry tramp, don’t send him away with out anything. Give him your mother's re cipe for making oyster dressing. There is much less chance of obtaining money under false pretense than formerly, probably owing to the difficulty of obtain ng money under any pretense. Rev. Edward Beecher says that men will yet live to the age of 1 .INK) years; so we shall probably sec the end of the present Presidential contest after all. “Charlie, my dear come here and get some candy.” “I guess I won’t mind it just now, mother.” replied young hopeful; “ I’ve got in some tobacco.” It cost the State 875 for the House to de cide whether a Chaplain should be paid 8100 for a session. An advertiser said he had a cottage to let containing four rooms and an acre of land. Hint to young bachelors —Pay your hills before you pay your addresses. To get wrong things out of your child’s head—comb it often. A fall of live snakes occurred in Mem phis the other day. A legal tender—A lawyer minding his | bab>. BIOGRAPHY OF MOTHER GOOSE. Nile Miih Horn In Riw<iim'liu<iUo, itml l.liwl to ,\lii*|),|mo Years 01*1. At the Christmas festival of the Sunday School of the new Old South Church, Bos ton, the Rev. ,1. M. Manning made an ad dress, in the course of which he stated the interesting fact that “Mother” Goose was not a myth, but a veritable person, uud a member of the old South Church. He said ; There are many things in the history of the Old South Church. Boston, which help to make its name famous. There is one thing which has not had the recognition it deserves. In the list of admissions for the venr 1008 occurs the immortal name of Elizabeth Goose. 1 almost beg pardon of her mem ory saving “ Elizabeth,” since, by the unan imous verdict of the world, in hose heart her name is enshrined, she is known as “ Mother ” Goose. So, thou. Mother Goose is no myth, us some have thought, hut once lived in Boston, in veritable flesh ami blood, as the records of the Old South Church clearly show. The maiden name of this venerable lady, mother of us all, was Elizabeth Foster. She lived in Charlestown—where she was born—until her marriage. Then she came to Boston, where her thrifty husband, Isaac Goose, had a green pasture ready for her, on what is now Washington street, and in eluding the land in about Temple place. She was his second mate, and began her maternal life as stepmother to ten children. These all seem to have been lively little goslings, ami to their number she rapidly added six more. One of these, her daugh ter Elizabeth, became the wife of Thomas Fleet. And hero is the fact to which wo owe it that her name and fame spread through the world. Thomas Fleet was a printer, living in Budding lane, a place whose very name had so savory a taste in the dear old lady’s mouth that when Thos. Fleet became a happy father she insisted on going to live with him as nurse of honor to his son and heir. No doubt she would have been glad to save Rome, as certain other geese once did with their cackling, but, lacking the opportunity to do this, she sang her ditties lrom morning till night, “up stairs and down stairs and in my lady’s chamber,” till her son-in-law T be came sensibly alarmed at tli fertility of her genius. Sing she must, however, for was she not a poet, full of divine fire which re fused to be quenched? And now it was not a Roman Senate, but a Boston printer, that her persistent music awakened. A happy thought occurred to Thomas Fleet, lie printed and sold songs and ballads at bis printing-house in Bud ding lane. Was it not a sign of something good about to come to him that this pre cious mother-in-law, with endless rock mgs and lullabies, had put herself in his way? He stopped asking the irresponsible song ster to rock less, and urged her to sing more. And while she sat in her arm-chair, or shuffled about the room lost in sweet dreams, he carefully wrote down what he could of rhymes which fell from her lips. Ilis notes rapidly accumulated, and jn a little while ho had enough of them toinako a volume. These he now printed, and bound them into a book, which lie offered for sale under the following title: “Songs for the Nursery; or, Mother Goose’s Mel odies for Children. Printed by T. Fleet, at his Printing House, Budding lane, 171!*. Brice two coppers.” This title page also bore a large cut of a veritable goose, with wide-open mouth, showing that the pro verbial irreverence of sons-in-law is not a thing of recent origin. Such is the true story of Mother Goose. Her little book started forth on its errand It grew and multiplied with each new edi tion. It made her dear name a household word wherever it went. What shore or fastness has it not visited? Where is the home in which its loving rhymes are not sung? It is one of the few books which can not grow stale or Vie destroyed. Not Homer or Shakespeare is so sure of immortal fame as Mother Goose. NUMBER n. Hurt County IHrclry. COUNTY OFFICE NS. Ordinary —Fred. ('. Stephenson. Clerk Superior Court —o. A. Webb. Sheriff —W. A. Holland. Tax ltoceiver —.l. M. Thornton. Tax Collector —S. T. Fleming. Treasurer —J. (). llobo. Surveyor —ll ngl) McLane. Coroner —lC. Phillips. Schorl Commissioner —Clias. W. Seidel. TOWN OFFICE lift. Mayor —John 11. Skelton. Secretary and Treaeurer •—W. V. Holland. Oouricilmen —J. 11. Henson, John Peek, James TV. Williams, J. 11. Scott. Hart County llellKions Directory. METHODIST. Rev. XV. T. Norman, Pastor. Jletheeda —lst Sabbath in each Month. Hartwell —2nd “ and Saturday before. Ml. /ion —2nd “ at 4 p. m. Red wine —'ini Macedonia —3rd “ at 4 p. in. Providence —4tb “ Rev. O. K. MITCH F. IX, Pastor. Cokesbury—’Ud Sabbath in each month. Rev. John Quiixan, Pastor. Fellowship —3rd Sabbath in each month. BAPTIST. Rev. 11. M. Barton, Pastor. Sardis —lst Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly. HartwcU —4th “ Rev. J. T. W. VKKXO.V, Pastor. MiUtown —2d Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly. Rev. L. W. Stephens, Pastor. Hendry's —2d Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly. Rev. JaMF.h 11. MrMriXEN. Pastor. Ia ne —3rd Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly. Heed CVeeA—4tb “ Rev. T. H. Boss. Pastor. Cross Roads —4th Sabbath and Saturday before. Rev. John D. 1 Adame. Pastor. Cannon's —2d Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly. Rev. J. R. EaKI.E, Pastor. Sardis —2d Sabbath in each month. Rev. Thomas Cri mes. Shoal Creek —2d Sabbath and Saturday before, moTy. PRESBYTERIAN. Rev. John B. Morton, Pastor. Pleasant Mill— 3rd Sabbath in each month. All white ministers in the County, of every denomination, are requested to send in their appoint ments lor publication, tio ekarge whatever.