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A COMPLIMENT TO HARTWELL. It* Improvement*— Mijfli — Ho tel*-The Him. Etc. Mr. Thomas Cryraes, Editor of that Stir ling, wide-awake newspaper, the 1 oerna Herald , on his return from a visit to this place, published the following very compli mentary article regarding onr town and County : Hartwell, beyond all question, is one of the most attractive villages in all the land. Many improvements have been made dur ing the last three or four years, two elegant church buildings (Methodist and Baptist) with a first-class school, under the manage ment of l J rof. Looney, numbering about one hundred pupils, will indicate the moral and intellectual tone of the community. HOTEI; accommodations cannot be surpassed, as vou enter the town Mr. Kobo upon the one hand and Dr. Skelton upon the other either of whom will make you feel that vou are a guest at the Metropolitian Hotel Sn Washington City, at least so far as the best of fare and attention is concerned. THE SUN is the Hart County organ, published by Benson & McGill, is a well gotten-up paper and richly deserves the liberal patronage which it receives. The merchants in Hart well fully understand the power and use of printer’s ink. and their wearied feet at night coulirins their conviction that adver tising helps to bring them custom. We found Mr. McGill at the pilot's wheel hi The Sun office, and after forming his ac quaintance, and considering that he and Mr. Benson are associated together in the management of this paper, we could well understand why The Sun is so successful and popular. HART COUNTY is rapidly becoming one of the best Coun ties in all this part of the State. Industry is manifested on every hand, and \vc pre dict-that Hart will ere long tako her place among the most prosperous and highly fa vored Counties of the State. FARMER CHANDLER. This old and highly respected citizen of that County is now lying at his son-in law's being literally eaten up by an incu rable cancer. lie has been a member of the Tugalo Baptist Association for fifty one years, and during that period he has only been absent from■ two meetings of that body. In common with Mr. Chan dler's many friends, we sympathize with him in his severe afflictions. COL. F. E. HARRISON. We also had the pleasure of meeting this enterprising and public-spirited gentleman. He icsiKj at Aiupersonville, nine miles northeast of Hartwell, where lie has re cently put in operation new machinery for the manufacture of cotton yarn ; which by one process will convert seed cotton into thread, which is said to be of a very supe rior quality. Col. Ilarrison will soon send samples of his yarn to the Toccoa mer chants. Pill in the Soap. Bridgex Smith's I‘aper. A boy down the street, who knocks around a well known grocery store, stuck a pin through the piece of soap, and then chuckling to himself, awaited results. Din ner time came, and the clerks proceeded to wash their hands. AVhen it came Met calfs turn, the soap had worn down to the point, and when he counted ten long bleed ing scratches on his hands, it struck him as though there was something wrong with the soap. Examination proved his sur mises to be correct. He said nothing but resolved on revenge. Going quietly to the rear of the store, where the boy usually deposited his dinner-bucket, he removed the contents of the bucket and filled it with a superb article of guano. Then he hid the dinner and went home. AVhen the boy came up from the cellar, where he had hid himself laughing, till the tears rolled from bis eyes, he proceeded to enjoy his noon day meal. It was fun to note the expression of dis gust that swept over that young man’s countenance when the aroma of that superb article of guano wafted into his nostrils. There wasn't any dinner for him in that bucket, and his laugh gave way to bitter regret. He went out and bought one of John Peel’s Washington pies for a nickel and make his dinner on that. When he got back to the store, Metcalf had returned. Seeing the saddened, mel aneholly air that hovered about the boy, Metcalf said : ’• Well, Tommie, inv’boy, you feel better now since you had your dinner, don't you ?” “Bully,” replied the boy, while his stomach growled at the deception its mas ter was playing. “MustHafe enjoyed it very much after so much hard work sticking that pin in the soap ; or was it one of the clerks who did it ?” “I cannot tell a lie. Mr. Metcalf; it was I who did it,” cried Tommie as he nestled his chin in his shirt collar. “ Come here, my boy ! Truth must have its reward. There’s your dinner, eat it, and when you go home to-night tell your father that I’ve got another boy to take your place.” Then Tommie went home wondering if there’s any gum in the maxim, “ Honesty is the best policy.” Bob Toombs. Toccoa Herald. Bob Toombs should be sent to the Con stitutional Convention, of course, if there is one held, says the Gainesville Southron. We do not ditier with brother Lawshe as to Toomb’s ability, could the General call baok some twenty years ; but to say he is a statesman now. is to denounce ever3 r re cognized statesman m Georgia. Toombs is an^cxtrcmist; he belongs to an old school, $1.50 A YEAR. of politicians which the revolution of years have completely laid on the shelf. We want practical, well balanced men as del egates to the Convention no fire-eaters or extremist need apply. The Cider mill Use Children. The presiding elder of a certain district of Kentucky, in other years, was a New England man, named Ilawkens. lie was a genial, social, easy-going man. making friends wherever he went, and if lie did not display great erudition in his sermoning he at least preached with spirit and with un derstanding. On a certain occasion the elder paid his first visit to an outlying set tlement of his district, having been notified that while there he would find quarters with Brother Buford. The day was just closing when he arrived at the dwelling of Brother Buford, and his host, expecting him, was on hand to receive and welcome him, which was done right warmly. His horse was given to the care of a servant, and with his saddle bags upon his arm. he followed his guide into the house, where he was presented to Mrs. Buford, a pleasant faced, smiling woman, in the prime of life, who welcomed him in a manner that made him feel at home at once. She took his saddle bags, and gave him a seat, and shortly with her husband sat down for a chat. The day was declining, and the night creeping on, and as the candles had not yet been lighted, tho low studded room, shaded by the broad roof of the piazza, grew to be quite gloomy as the oonversation pro gressed. They had talked of the weather, of the crops, of the progress of civiliza tion, and of the spread of the Gospel, when a door opened, letting in the grateful aroma of broiling chicken and gridlq cakes, and also, giving ingress to a bevy of children — six of them. The elder, a little near sighted at best, in the gathering gloom could only distinguish that the children were all young, part boys, and part girls. The foremost was a boy, who came boldly forward, and whom the elder caught by the arm. “ Aha. my little one, what is your name ?” “Johnny Buford, sir.” “ A fine boy, I declare !” And he kissed the sturdy shaver upon the cheek. He knew such things were pleasing to parents, and then he was fond of children. The next was a girl. “ Now, rny little lady, what is your name ?” “ I'm Sissy Buford, sir.” “ And I hope you try to be a good little girl.” And he gave her a hearty smack. And so he went through with the lot. He heard the host and the hostess titter, and he fancied that the good woman held her handkerchief over her mouth, and that the chair in which Mr. Buford sat shook as though its occupant had an ague fit. “ A fine lot of children,” declared the elder. “ What treasures they are in a household. Ah ! how 1 pity the man and wife who are condemned to live on, year after year, without blessed children. You must be proud of your family, Brother Buford, especially Johnny, he is just like you.” At this point Mrs. Buford could contain herself no longer. The compressed hand kerchief was of no avail, and her husband uproariously followed suit. The elder was astonished. What could it mean? Just then two servants entered, one to bring lighted candles, and the other to an nounce that supper was ready, And then tfic good elder saw. There stood the six children —beautiful children ! —their ebony faces gleaming in the candle light like so many aces of spades !—little woolly headed babies, every one ! Mr. and Mrs. Buford had never had children of their own. and they had petted these ju venile darkeys until the jetty little rascals had become as irrepressible on the premi ses as so many favorite cats and dogs. Mrs. Buford laughed again when she saw the elder vigorously wiping his lips ; but over the well filled supper table the tide of feeling was soon turned to forget fulness of the ludicrous faux pas. Mrs. Buford said she had never noticed the striking resemblance between Johnny and Mr. Buford before. This gave Buford the “ dry grins.” The Agp of the Jfar. “ I call you,” said a pompous councellor, “to state distinctly upon what authority you are prepared to swear to the mare’s age?” ” Upon what authority,” said the ostler interrogatively. “ You are to reply, not to repeat the question put to you.” “ I doesn't consider a man's bound to answer a question afore he's time to turn it in his minu.” “ Nothing can be more simple, sir, than the question I put. I again repeat it: Upon what authority do you swear to the animal's age?” “ The best authority,” replied he gruffly. “ Then why such an evasion? Why not state it at once?” “ Well, then, if you must have it—” “ Must! 1 will have it!” vociferated the councellor, interrupting the witness. “ Well, then, if you must and will have it,” rejoined the ostler, with imperturba ble gravity, “ why, then, I had it myself from the.mare's own mouth.” A. Simultaneous burst of laughter rang throughout the court, and the judge on his bench could with difficulty coniine his risi ble muscles to decorum. HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 11. 1877. Only n Hnliy. TO A LITTI.E ONE JUBT A WEEK OI.D. Only A baby, ’thout anv hair 'Opt just a little fuxt here and there. Only a baby, name you have none— Barefooted and dimpled, sweet little one. Only a baby, teeth none at nil ; What are you good for, only to squall? Only a baby, just n week old— What are you here for, you little scold? baby’s reply. Only a baby ! what should 1 be? Lots o’ big folks been little like me. Ain’t dot any hair ! ’es I have, too, S'pos’n I hadn't, dess it tood grow. Not any teeth—wouldn't have one ; Don't dit my dinner, gnawin' a bone. What am I here for? 'at’s pretty mean; Who's dot a better right, ’t ever you’ve seen ? What'm T dood for, did you say? Eber so many tings, ebery day. ’Tourse I squall sometimes, sometimes 1 bawl; Zey dassunt spant me ’tails I'm so small. Only a baby ! 'es, sir, "at's so ; 'X if you only could, you'd be one, too. ’At's all I've to say ; you're most too old ; Dess I'll dit into bed, toes dittin’ told. lliiihl Times. Correspondence Hume <t Farm. Hard times is thcgeneral cry now among all classes of men, all over the country. But I am positive in saying that I believe the “go ahead farmer” is the person who 1 feels less of these tight times than most other men. Of course there are tight times on the 1 farm as well as other places, because the farmer’s produce sells low. But then i everything, or nearly everything he has !to buy is low as well as his produce. The farmer's life should be one of cheerfulness and independence ratb.r than anything else ; but with farmers as other classes of men. some will not be cheerfnl and inde pendent. These men we might class as the “ drones ” or “croakers ” of our land ; (hey never look at the bright side of any thing; they simply make themselves con tented by trying to make others unhappy, and by sitting and waiting for some great event to turn up. that will enable them to obtain money without much labor; and my word for it. they will have to wait some ' time before they meet with such times as I they would like to have. You often hear such croakers kicking up about politics, and declaring if this or that man is elected to oifice we will have better times. Of course we want our public of fices filled with the best men. but no mat ter who is elected unless you make some effort to help yourself you will derive lit tle benefit from the office-holder. My ad vice to all croaking farmers is to stop talk ing politics and let somebody else talk, and beautify and make pleasant your home for yourself and family. I think if you will ask any successful farmer how he pianaged to succeed as well, his answer Will be, that he succeeded by industry, economy. iMpsc bbservation, anil perseverance. But often we hear people say, they do not like farming because it i,s so confining to young people. I dare say it is confining, and so is any other business, if you stick close to it. II is not so much the confinement 'as it is the want of perseverance, and the lack of home comforts. Many a young man who has left his country home and gone forth to seek a situation in some adjacent city, would never have dreamed of this if he had only been supplied with plenty of home amusements. Parents should give their boys plenty of tools and plenty of good reading matter, and allow them time to have little social gatherings and rustic amusements such as fox-hunting, rabbit-chasing. I don't mean by this the boys are to be all the time in the w-oods tearing off their clothes, and whooping and.yelling like wild men; but have decent hunts, and hunt like gentlemen ought to do. 1 think if all those croaking farmers who are crying out “ farming don’t pay ” would only keep their mouths shut and go to work, times would be better. Let me say to those croakers that no business on earth will pay some men, because they are too lazy to attend to it. Many a man has started in life with his thousands upon thousands of dollars and has spent it, and is to-day a vagabond, or very little better ; while on the other hand, men have started in life without a dollar.and very little or no education, and are now- worth their thou sands and even millions. There have been grumblers ever since the world began—men who say if they “only had money” they would “make money.” And a great many of such men have had golden opportunities to make money and to succeed in life but they have let them slip through their fingers unnoticed by them. Let us all stop talk ing of hard times and politics, and go cheerfully to work and see if we are not better paid than we are for grumbling arid talking about hard times and “farming don’t pay.” I hope some more sensible. writer will take up tHis subject where I leave off, and keep Lie ball rolling until wo have rolled out nil grumbling farmers and half-witted politicians. And when this is accomplished, and the : right kind of men gets behind the right kind of plow (which I expect is the Avery), then we may look for farming to pay, and farmers to love their homes better than ; they do to loaf around the court house and country store doors. Hoping what 1 have said may not offend any render ot Home and Farm, because 1 think all the readers of the Home and Farm, have more sense than to do and act as 1 have known some people to do who are not readers of the Ilonie and Farm, 1 remain, C. M. N. Jordan's Point, Prince George Cos., Vo. Two Son no lit In Brooklyn. The New York Sun has this to say of two sermons recently preached in Brook lyn. which may prove interesting to our readers : On Sunday, his exhibitions in the prov inces having been concluded, Mr. Beecher exhibited himself to a curious, admiring, and hilarious audience in Brooklyn. He seemed to be in an unusually jovial mood, though he undertook to handle a very grave, and, indeed, inscrutable subject, | namely, “The Mind of Christ.” We should imagine that a preacher who ap proached the consideration of that theme, and who was tit to treat it. would be some what oppressed by the solemnity and diffi culty of the task before him. But Beecher had no such feeling, and entered upon the discussion of the mind of Christ very much as he might have essayed a cheerful and funny lecture. One of Beecher'R telling points was this, which he sprung on the audience in dra matic style : “ Gentlemen, did it ever oc cur to you that God thinks about politics?” Of course everything that concerns His creatures is present to the Divine Ruler of the universe, but neither Beecher nor nny | body else knows what passes in Goa’s mind, for His intellectual operations are past finding out by mortal man. But we Know, if we take the Bible as the record of the Divine will, as Beecher assumes to do. that adulterers and perjurers are an abomination in His sight, and that the oblation offered Him hy false nnd unclean ministers of His Word is an offence to His nostrils. We suppose Beecher's acting must have been very funny ; and if people" like that sort of thing in a church, and in a discus sion ot so serious and even awful a subject as the mind of Deity, they can get it in the church of Beecherism. Stealing money from a bank is a great crime, but it is not so great in its essence and in its baleful consequences as stealing a man’s wife and blasting his family. A far better sermon was that preached the same day. and also in Brooklyn, by the Rev. Dr. Budington, the underlying pur pose of which was to teach his hearers the duty and the wisdom of making no com promise with the wickedness of the Ply mouth pastor, and the condonemont of it by bis subservient church. Dr. Buding ton "s sermon gives us the idea of an honest and honorable man, who has a righteous hatred of hypocrisy, and who grieves that his denomination is weighted with a minis ter whom he holds to be an adulterer and a perjurer. Dr. Budington did not say this in so many words, but that he felt it we do not doubt, and we honor him for so doing. He said many good and manly things, among them this : “ Sidney, when required under pain of death to deny his signature, said : k When God places me in a dilemma that I must either tell a lie or lose my life, I will die rather than be guilty of a falsehood.’ Such a man never dies. He is coival with the eternal truth for which he sailers. For twenty years the inscription on the Moun tain Meadows cross remained unfulfilled, but last week the Mormon Lee. sitting on his coffin with the bullets pouring into his heart, furnished a striking instance of the retributive justice with which God visits a preference for expediency over right.” We do not need to ask what was in the mind of the preacher. That is as evident as the sentiments we quote are true. Dr. Budington also spoke with the right ring w r hen he said : “ Judges of whist say it is not those who play best according to the rules of the game, but those who play best to the false pla -of others, that win most. I am not a judge of whist, but I am a student of the Bible, and my experience has been that he who has least compromised with the false play of life wins most and most certainly. In the end the way of right is sublime peace and everlasting blessedness.” These words have a far wider application than to the Beecher case only, and we commend them to politicians, editors, and men generally. A Laundry Secret. The following recipe for doing up shirts will be found of use to many housewives : Take two ounces of fine white gum arabic powder; put it into a pitcher and pour on it a pint or so of water; and then, having covered it up, let it stand all night. In the morning pour it carefully from the dregs into a clean bottle, and cork it and keep it for use. A tablespoonful of gum-water stirred into a pint of starch, made in the usual manner, will give to the lawns, either white or printed, a look of newness, when nothing erse can restore them, after they have been washed. SOME OF THE BIUUEST CHANTS. A Bhli-Ii l I lit* “Tmll‘*l'* Nlurle* I*. In a memoir read Indore the Academy of Sciences at Hmien. \f. Lei’at trives the foT lowing account of giants that are said to have existed in different ages : ProfAne historians have given seven feet of height to Hercules, the first hero, and in our day we have seen men eight feet high. The giant who was shown in Rouen, in 1831, measured eight feet some inches. The Emperor Maximum was of that size. Shenens and Platerus, physicians of the last century, saw several of that statue, and Horepius saw a girl who was ten feet high. The body of Ortes, according to the Greeks, was eleven feet and linlf; the giant Galhnra. brought from Arabia to Rome, under Claudius Ca'sar. was near ten feet high ; and the hones of Secondrilla and Tusio. keepers of the gardens nfSiillUst. were but six inches shorter. Funnaui. ft Scotchman, who lived in the time of Eu gene 11. King of Scotland, measured feet and a half, and Jacob Lo Maire, in hi* voyage to the Straits of Magellan, report* that, on the 17th of December, ltllo. they found at Port Desire several graves covered with stones, and having the curiosity to re move the atones, they discovered human skeletons ten and eleven feet long. The Chevalier Scory, in hiss Voyage to the Peak of Tentriffo, says they found in one of tho sepulchral caverns in that mountain the heat! of a Guancho which had eighty teeth, and that the hotly was not less than fifteen feet long. The giant Ferragus, slain by Orlando, nephew of Charlemagne, was eighteen feet high. Roland, a celebrated anatomist, who wrote in 1614, says some years before there was to be seen in the suburbs of St. Germain the tomb of the great giant lscret, who was twenty feet high. In Rouen, in IfirtO, in digging hi the ditches near the Dominicans, they found a stone tomb containing a skeleton, whoso skull held a bushel of corn, nnd whose shin bone reached the girdle of the tallest man there, being about four feet long, and consequently the body must have been seventeen or eighteen feet high. I pon tho NUMBER 32. tomb was a plate of copper, whereon was engraved : “ In this tomb, lies the noble and puissant lord, the Chevalier Kicon de Yallcment and his bones.” Platerus, a famous physician, declares that he saw at Lucerne the body of a man which must I have been at least nineteen feet high. Val lance, of Dauphiny, boasts of possessing the bones of the giant Bucart. tyrnnt of the Vi varies, who was slain with an arrow by the Count of Cahitlion, his vassal. The Dominicans had part of the shin-bone, with the articulation of his knee, and his i figure painted in fresco, with an inscription ! showing that the giant was twenty-two and a half feet high, and that his bones were found in 1705, near the banks of tin- Mo deri, a little river near the foot of the mountain of Crusal, upon which (tradition says) the giant dwelt. rmslM'd Beneath the Wheel*. AbbetiJUe Medium. One of the saddest calamities that Las ever visited this community occurred on last .Saturday evening. Johnnie Martin, a little fellow about eleven years of age, was literally crushed to death h}*- the cars at the depot while attempting to cross the track in the rear of the moving train. The I circumstances attending this horrible event may be briclly recited. The evening train had come iu and after discharging passen gers and freight the engiucer began to shift the cars. After disconnecting the two passenger coaches and leaving them on the siding he reversed the engine and moved back to the depot with two freight boxes loaded with guano. There were a number of boys running about the track, and among this number was Johnnie Martin, who, in attempting to cross the track in rear of the train, stumped his toe on a cross tie and i fell, with his neck on one of the iron rails. Heforo he could recover himself the train was upon him and had crushed out his younglife. Before the train could be stop ped the two heavy loaded freight cars had passed over him. His head was com pletely severed from the body except a lit tle shred of torn anil mutilated skin at the hack of the neck. His right arm was sev ered from the body, and his face and head crushed almost beyond all recognition. A Milwaukee man made three unsuccess ful attemps to blow his brains out. ami his wife told nirn : “ Don’t trv it again, John ; you haven’t got any.” He now goes about saying he owes his life to that w^nau. A Wonderful Wall'll. Mark Twain has been shown a curious watch by a jeweler in New Haven, Conn., and this is the way he describes it: I have examined the wonderful watch made by M. Man tile, and it comes nearer to being a human being than any piece of mechanism 1 ever saw before. It knows considerable more than the average voter. It knows the movements of the moon, and tells the day of the w eek and month, and will do this perfectly ; it tells the hour of the day, the minute, and the second, and splits the seconds into fifths, and marks the division by stop hands; having two stop hands, it can take care of two race horses that start one after another ; it is a repeater, wherein the voter is suggested again; musically chimes the hour, the quarter the half, the three-quarter, hour, and also the minutes that have passed of an uncompleted quarter hour, so that a blind man can tell the time of day by it to the exact minute. Such is this extraordinary watch. It ciphers to admiration. I should think one could add another wheel and make it read and write ; still another and make it talk ; and 1 think one might take out several of the wheels that arc already in it, and it would still be a more intelligent citizen than some that help to govern the country. On the whole, 1 think it is entitled to vote —that is, if its sex is the right kind.