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THE proper use of guano. Messrs. Editors: On the grounds that any facts that may be made known con cerning the all-important business of farm ing are worth the trouble of bringing them out, 1 enter a discussion in behalf of the herc-of-latc much abused guano. It is ad mitted that many serious abuses have grown out of the use of guano, and to cor rect these should be the careful study of all who may use it; but to charge failures on the farm to its use, is a great mistake ; for my observation is that a large majority of all who do use it make a good per cent, on the investment. It is an established fact amongst both scientific and successful farmers that it pays to fertilize the soil, even with guano; and I propose that it is as unwise to refuse this agent and helper, as it would be injudicious to refuse hired labor when needed. In fact, this is a form of hired labor which is faithful to work day and night foryou throughout the grow ing season. The prime cause of failure accompanying the use of guano has been extravagance on the part of the farmers. Guano may in crease the crop enough to pay its own cost with a good profit, but it cannot pay all the debts piled up against it. It would be as unjust to condemn a hired servant because lie could not produce as much as you could spend—and about as poor economy to re fuse to hire others when needed, as to de cline the use of a first-class fertilizer. But it does not follow, by any means, that all you have to do is to supply the farm with plenty of good guano. No sys tem of farming has ever been made a great success unless it was an intelligent one; and generally the measure of success is in direct proportion to the amount of intelli gence controlling it. So, I declare the principle of fertilizing the soil, so as to produce large and remunerating crops, is a powerful auxiliary to the farm; but when applied to the use of commercial fertilizers, the farmer should be very careful to secure an honest guano and acquaint himself as to the best way to use it, so as to obtain the greatest amount of benefit. It is said that the man who saves is the one who accumulates ; so it is, but making precedes saving, and the secret of making on the farm consists in availing of all the agents of nature which are profusely scat tered about you and for your special use. The successful farmer presses everything into his Service that he can make labor for him, from the pig that roots up the hidden acorn and converts it into delicious ham for his master’s table, or the cow that grazes upon the commons and returns laden with rich milk for the household, on down to the processes of nature, whereby impond erable agents are solidified and converted into the cereals, fruits and all manner of delicacies. The farm is a factory, with all necessary machinery, in perfect order, run by water and steam combined, all furnished free of charge, and can you not furnish a little raw material and let it run in full time ? C. A Reminiscence of tlie War. One morning a party were sitting at White Sulphur, and the conversation had fallen upon the late war. Personal remin iscence was in order. Each was the hero of his own hair-breadth escape, and the sequels were blood and thunder. Within ear-shot sat an old gray-coated Virginian, attentively listening and turning his quid reflectively between his teeth. At length he spoke: “ Gentlemen, you’ve all been through a heap, but they haint none of you had a wuss time nor 1, I’ll bet.” “ Which side was you on?” asked one. “ Nary side, gentlemen, but I had a very hard time,” and the old fellow, drawing out his quid of reflection, proceeded : “ Wall, when the war fust broke out, I didn’t know much about it nohow. I was a studying it out, but hedn't come to no judgment. One night my darter, Mary Ann, was took powerful sick. The doctor he wrote a script, and told me to go right off and get it. So I bridled my old mar' and started. Wall, gentlemen, when 1 got I reckon, 'bout three miles from home —it was monstrous dark—some one called out halt!—and I hiked. Fust I knowed 1 was a prisoner, and the boys was 'round thicker nor June-bugs. Sez they : ‘ Who arc you fur?’ Sez I: ‘Gentlemen, darter Mary Ann, she .’ Sez they : ‘ Dam Mary Ann ! Who are you fur? Speak out. Hurra for somebody !’ I studied a minit, an’ sez I, on a ventur’ like, ‘ Hurra for Jeff. Davis !’ They sez, mad as hornets, ‘I told you he was a d—d rebel. Git of that mar’ !’ “ Gentlemen; I hain't telling you no lie. they took me off my mar’, and bucked me over a log, and gin me 500. It hurt me powerful bad ; I was monstrous sore. I mounted my mar’ and started on. I hadn’t got morn three miles, when I heerd an other voice call out, ‘halt!’ an’l hiked; and agin the boys had me. ‘ Who are you fur?’ sez they. Sez I, ‘Gentlemen, my darter Mary Ann is powerful sick, an’ the doctor ’ ‘ Dam the doctor ! who are you fur? Iluryh for somebody !’ “I wan’t goin to be kotched agin’ so T jest took off my hat, an’ sez I as loud as I could, ‘ Hurrah for Lincoln !’ * There ?’ sez they, madder nor blazes. ‘ I told you he was a d—d traitor ! Git down off that mar.’ Gentlemen. I hain't telling you no lie. They took me off that mar’, and frilly 1 $1.50 A YEAR. bucked me over a log. and, jest whar I was sore, they gin me 500 more. It was mon strous bad. But I got on an' went along. Jest as I was a cornin' into town, another man called out: 4 Halt !* an' I hiked. 4 Who are you fur? says he. 4 Hurrah for somebody.' Gentlemen, I wan’t never agoin to be kotched agin. 1 jestsez, 4 Mis ter, you jest be so kind as to hurrah fust, jest this once.’ ” Tin* Or lif in of Women. A correspondent says : In looking over the papers of my lamented uncle and guar dian, I found an old manuscript, which purported to be the rabbi's beliei concern ing the origin of women. The same is not a little singular, and for the benefit of the ladies too favorab y in clined towards Prof. Darwin's theory, I will give it in substance : According to this old rabbinical tradition man was originally formed with a tail like a monkey, anil the Deity, becoming enraged at the people on account of their wickedness, cut off this appendage, and made woman out of it. The manuscript does not state with any degree of clearness why this particular member, above all others, was blotted out of existence by his Iloyal Highness. We infer, however, that the Deity deprived them of their tails because it occurred to him as being the most effective and diabol ical means of punishment that he could possibly inflict, as man would thus be de prived of his most natural organ for ward ing of flies, which abound in vast numbers in the East, propagated undoubtedly by the rich, warm climate so peculiar to the oriental regions. At present we are not prepared to state that man’s beauty was at all enhanced by the amputation or disintegration, as it were, of his tail. What could be more charming than to see Romeo carefully lay his tail over his left arm as he addressed the lovely Juliet in the balcony scene or what could be more enchanting than to see our justly celebra ted Henry Ward Beecher leisurely adjust his tail between the leaves of his bible as a book-mark, while asking for the divine blessing. Further on, the manuscript informs us that the inhabitants did not submit to the cutting off of their tails without a severe struggle. It was hard for them to swallow the loss of their ornament. To cover up their deformity, and at the same time to gratify an inborn desire to wear a tail, these heathen sports inaugurated anew style of coat which they called “swallow tail,” by which name it still continues to be known. The above are the main facts as deduced from the manuscript. Hut the following reflection, taken, we believe, from one of Cicero’s orations, ex plains the light in which that profound philosopher viewed the subject under con sideration, viz : “If such is the tie between women and men, The ninny who weds is a pitiful elf; For he takes to his tail like an idiot again, And thus makes a deplorable ape of himself.” “And vet if we judge as the fashion prevails, Every husband remembers the original plan ; And knowing his wife is no more than his tail, Why he leaves her behind him as much as he can.” Another of Mr. liej ’s Letters. Somebody has recovered a letter written by lion. Daniel M. Key to some Demo crats in Bangor, Maine, who had invited him to come and help them celebrate Wash ington’s birthday, lie then said : “ You whipped us, and whipped us badly. Slaves became free men and citizens. The South lost their values, lost their war debts and obligations, and lost everything which it had staked on the result. No State can se cede from the Union. Of this determina tion of these issues we cannot complain. We claim to have been brave and honest, but we fought men who were brave and honest, and were defeated. We should sacrilice our honor and our manhood if we failed to stand firmly and unwaveringly bv the consequences. We accept the amend ments to the Constitution and the laws which enforce them. We could not return our freemen to slavery if we would, nor would we do so if we could. They have our sympathy. The quarrel was not with them ; it was about them. They were not parties to it, and took no part in it. So great were their affection and fidelity to their masters, that they protected and pro vided for their households while they knew that their masters were engaged in a war to continue them and their posterity in slavery. History furnishes us no like ex ample of unselfish faithfulness, and South ern men must be bad or so grossly ignor ant as to be almost criminal who can feel the least animosity to the colored race and people on account of our late troubles. To you of the North it has no doubt seem ed that we have gone slowly, but we have moved as rapidly as we could. The races are beginning to appreciate their new rela tions toward each other and are better dis posed. Colored men are not so doubtful of white men, nor white men so suspicious of colored men as formerly. There is no disturbance, no conflict in any State which is left to govern its own affairs. They oc cur only where unscrupulous men impose upon the colored peoide to maintain power and place by which they may rob a weak and helpless people. What we need is the confidence of our Northern brethren—evi dence that they can trust our honor and our manhood. It has been long since this has been manifested toward us. ‘ Breth ren, let us love one another.’ ” HARTWELL, GA„ WEDNESDAY, APRIL 'i. 1877. “Judge Nol." Chicago Tribune. In speaking of a person's faults, Pray don't forget your own ; Remember, those with homes of glass Should seldom throw a stone. If we have nothing else to do Put talk of others' sin, 'Tis better we commence at home, And from that point begin. We have no right to judge a man— He should be fairly tried ; Should we not like his company, We know the world is wide. Some may have faults —and who have not, The old us well as young? Perhaps we may. for aught we know, Have many where they've one. I'll tell you of a better 4 plan, And one that works full well: Be sure your own defects you cure Before of others tell. And, though 1 sometimes chance to bo No worse than some 1 know. My own shortcomings bid me let The faults of others go. Then let us all, when we commence To slander friend or fie, Think of the harm one word may do To those we little know. Remember, curses sometimes, like 44 Our chickens, roost at home ;” Don’t speak of others’ faults until We have none of our own. “Breakers Ahead!” D. T. TAYLOR There are breakers just ahead of your barque, 0, sinful man. You have hail a sunny voyage over life's sea. A fine ship, smooth waters prosperous breezes, boon companions, good cheer—all these have been yours. You have had few cares, much success, and many friends. Yon have spent your days in careless hilarity, your nights in wantonne# and song. Even Time has touched you but gently ; the sil ver is scarce visible in your locks. You stand erect; your arm is yet strong; your courage fails not. You count on many days of mirth and festivity, tossing about the wine-cup and quaffing at pleasure’s bowl, in years still .40 come, The siren leads you on, on, on ; you arc intoxicated with her smiles, you are giddy with her charmed cup. Conscience is quiet,—you have stifled her monitions. Fear departs, —you have put out the eyes of caution. All above you seem serene; you dream of a joyful landing on the sunny shore that still appears far awaj\ In the madness of your heart j’ou cry. I will drink sin’s cup to the dregs. I will crucify wisdom ; out on the thoughts of responsibility ! tell me not of death ; away with judgment, a hell, a heaven! But beware ! There are surely breakers ahead. They who watch the night-signs see them dimly through the darkness ; hear their hungry roar, and know their grasp is swift destrucion. You are fast approach ing them. Your ship will go on the wild rocks ; the collision will be merciless. The hoarse waves in their fury will dash her to atoms. A starless night will gather in blackness over you. Nodawning will come to your vision. Horror and fear will in vade your soul. Remorse will sit en throned in your conscience. The storm of anger you have insanely braved will burst upon you ; the fires you have trifled with will commence to burn, and there will be no escape. Knocking will be vain—there is no Savior to hear. Weeping will be vain, mercy’s eyes shall be averted. Wails will be vain—the rocks and skies will echo them mockingly. One glimpse of the fair, green lands, and sunbright bills, and calm, peaceful days beyond, that waited in vain the coming of your feet; one thought of that strange ingratitude that spurned Eter nal Love ; one intense flash of regret as you wailing cry, ‘‘lt might have been!” one shriek of horror, when the sullen caverns of eternity answer back, “Too late !” and all is ended. 0, the keen despair of a soul doomed to feel the exterminating ire of an angry insulted God. Will you longer mad ly brave it, O man? Will you complacent ly trim your sail, and lay oil your oar, and smile at danger, while just above the Ni agara of everlasting ruin? I shout in your ears There are breakers ahead ! Cast off slumber! Awake ! Arise! Leap to the rock of safety ! Strain every nerve, or go down in the utter darkness of a hopeless night without a warning. Tlie Drunkard'll Will. I leave to society a ruined character, wretched example, and a memory that will soon rot. I leave to my parents, during the rest of their lives, as much sorrow as humility in a decrepit and feeble state can sustain. 1 leave to my brothers and sisters as much mortification and injury as I could conveniently bring upon them. I leave to my wife a broken heart, a life of wretchedness and shame, to weep over me and my premature death. I give and bequeath to each of my child ren, poverty, ignorance, a low character and the remembrance that their father was a drunkard. — It is true of newspapers as well as of churches, that those who contribute the least to their support, criticise and find most fault with their management. An Economical fVuitilc. Yesterday morning the female head of a family called at a grocery and asked for prunes. Some prunes were exhibited and she inquired : 44 Do you warrant them?” 44 We do.” 44 Perfectly fresh, are they ?” 44 Indeed they are. 4 ’ 44 No worms in them?” 44 Not a worm.” 44 Full weight, ure they?” 44 Full weight, madam.” “Sweet, are they?” 44 I warrant them sweet.” “ No pits in them ?” 44 Not a pit.” 44 And a prize package with every pound?” she asked alter a pause. 44 Yes, madam.” 44 And a chronio, too?” 44 Yes, and a chromo, too.” She nibbled at a prune ; knit her brow, and finally asked : 44 Don't you give a cash premium with every pound you sell ?” 44 We do, madam ; you pay ten cents for a pound of prunes, and get a chromo, a prize package, and a cash premium of fifty cents. Shall Ido you up a pound?” “ Well, it seems as if you wanted to be fair with your customers,” she slowly re plied ; 44 but I guess 1 wont take any. Seems to me ten cents per pound is rather too much for prunes these times, when butter is down, and calico is down, and shoes are awful cheap.” I'rlutiUK' ami Journal Iwm In I'liinn. The Chinese printing office is a greater curiosity than one would think. The al phabet numbers way into thousands, and a cap and lower case goes all the way round the inside of a two story building and half way up to the roof. It takes an apprentice twenty years to learn the case, and then lie has to use a slep-ladder to get at the highest branches. A case was pied in Canton, and it took five days to remove the type from the form of the foreman. They punctuate wherever they can drop a dot, without regard to per spective. When the editor coins a word the printer whittles out anew character with his jack knife. The journeymen set by the square foot, and never belong to a Union. They do their press work by hand, and use boxing gloves to ink the type. They have one paper in the Empire a thou sand years old, and the bound volumes half fill a pagoda. It is rumored that Ben nett has started to edit that venerable pa per. The editor's head is responsible for all items published in the paper, and is taken off whenever an article of new. is published. Not an editor has been be headed in China for the last 500 years. The Chinese have just invented a twenty five cylinder press for printing tea chests, with which they are able to print one a week. A \Vorl to tillrlM. Girls listen to this, and with a virtuous resolve demand, as your right, a pure love: Young men of bad habits and fast ten dencies never like to marry a girl of their own sort but demand a w ife above suspi cion. So pure, sweet women keep from the touch of evil through girlhood, give themselves, with all their costly dower of womanhood, into the keeping of men who, in base association, have learned to under value all that belongs to them, and then find no repentence in the sail after years. There is but one way out of this, and that is for you to require in associations and marriages, purity for purity, sobriety for sobriety, honor for honor. There is no reason why the young men of this land should not be just as virtuous as young women, and if tiie loss of your society be the price they are favored to pay for vice, they w ill not pay it. This is plain sensible talk, and justsuch as ought to be heeded by all our boys and girls, till the much needed reformation is established. Too much of the happiness or misery of our children depends on this for it to pass without producing deep re flection and action in the matter in the right direction. I.ct ('* be Just mi<l Kind to All ! The admirable address of Gen. McGowan at Abbeville, recently, was full of deep thought dad in noble words, as the follow ing brief extract will show : “ We promised to put an end to race an imosities. We have complained that strang ers and carpet-baggers have divided our people on the color line, and alienated one portion of our citizens from the other, and the complaint was well founded. Let us be just and kind to all. I.ct us, in this re spect, not follow the example of our op ponents; hut teach them a lesson of gen erosity which they have not known, and make even them rejoice that they were de feated ; that we succeeded to the govern ment. and that all now will get exact jus tice hefore the law. This Hampton has promised. This is in accordance with hu manity and good feeling. This we will do. and I predict that before these buds, which are now just beginning to swell and hurst, shall have grown into leaves and fallen by the autumn blast, we will, indeed, be a united people, “ one and inseparable.” We will then have crossed the river, and we will rest in the shade on the other side of Jordan. FUNNY SAYINGS AND DOINGS. Love- a little sighing, a little crying, a little dying, and lots of lying. A mail writes to an editor for four dol lars, “ because he is terribly short,” and gets in reply the heartless response : 44 Do as 1 do —stand upon a chair.” 44 That's what I call a finished sermon,” remarked a man as he was coming out of church. 44 Yes finished at last." replied his neighbor, 44 though I began to think it would never be.” 44 Do you understand the nature of an oath?” a juryman was asked in a St. Louis court-room. 44 Of course I do,” was the reply. 44 Do you mistake me for a member of the Electoral Commission?" A young lady dropped her handkerchief on the street recently, and it blew close to the dangerous end of a mule. The young man who picked it up will not send her his photo for several days, as he does not look well with his chin under his ear. 44 No,” said the smart boy-baby, when the pretty young woman wanted to kiss him. 44 But why not?” asked she. "<), I'm too little to kiss you; papa will kiss you; papa kisses all the lug girls.” He was permitted to play with his toys. Norwich Bulletin : The Rev. Joseph Cook rather unnecessarily asks, 44 What becomes of the wicked?” Mr. (’ook, we thought, had been in New England long enough to know that usually they practice law for a while and eventually go to the Legislature. If there is anything that will make a wo man fighting mad, and make her want to ptdl the last hair out of your head, it is to intimate that her butter is not nice, and that her children nrc ugly. We knew a man to try it once. He didn't have a fu neral, but he might as well have had. 44 You have been here a long time, i suppose?” said a traveler to an old hunter in Oregon. 44 You may swear 1 have,” and then pointing out to Mount Hood, he con tinued : 44 You see that mountain there? Well, sir, when I first came to this country thnt mountain was a hole in the ground.” The ground is bare in spots, and ents may be planted to advantage. You cannot plant cats any too early, nor is it possible to get too many of them in a bill. You may not raise anything where the cat is planted, but the cat will not raise anything either, and that is where the enormous profit comes in. NUMBER ;)6. Taxes, How Returned. Banks, Railroads, Insurance and Ex press Companies make their returns to the Comptroller General, all other per sons or companies taxed, must make re turns to the receiver of the county of resi dence, except mining companies aud per sons who cultivate land in counties not their residence. Property belonging to non residents must be returned in the county where tho property is situated. When a tax payer makes false returns to the Receiver under oath it is perjury. It is the privilege of any tax payer in the county to complain to the Receiver if others have not fairly valued their prop erty. Defaulters, that is those who do not make their returns within the time prescribed by law, are doubled taxed. Estates belonging to persons who die before the time for as sessing expires are not subject to double tax. Receivers are subject to be punished for willfully making false entries in their di gest. It is the Receiver’s duty to carefully scru tinize each return and see that it is reason able and at a fair valuation. Now is flic time of the year for amnteur agricultural editors to indulge in advice suited to the season. One in a neighbor ing city, who has a window garden three feet long and fifteen inches wide, says it is time to whitewash hoe handles, trim your clothes line, transplant your coal scuttles, and bury your grindstone to prevent it from freezing. Yearling calves should bo shod, and hen’s nails pared at once. He was praising her beautiful hair, ami begging her for one tiny curl, when her lit tle brother said, O, my’tain’t nothin’ now. You just ought to have seen how long it hangs down when she hangs it on the table to comb it.” Then she laughed, and she called her brother a cute little angel, and when that young man was going away and heard that boy yelling, he thought the lad was taken suddenly and dangerously ill. In a prominent interior city a professor of physics was given a deeply learned lec ture on light, with experiments of a most convenient nature. At the end of the dis course the professor, addressing with a triumphant air bis audience, exclaims : It seems to me that a demonstration like that is worth something ,” “ Let’s get cout.” says an economical backwoodsman to his son. “They air a gwinc to take up a col lection.” A lady in Springfield had been talking with her little girl about a death in the neighborhood, and about good children go ing to heaven, when bright eyes said : “ Mamma, shall we have clothes ready for us in heaven?” and the mother replied in the affirmative. The little one went away again to her play, but soon came back in a thoughtful mood with, “ Well, mamma, 1 guess I'll take my trunk of clothes along, to make sure ?” In a Nevada gambling saloon two fel lows got into a row, when one of the com batants pulled out an old-fashioned Allen pepper-box and commenced to shoot. That kind of a shooter is seldom accurate, and it happened that a bystander was hit by one of the bullets. The hall cut the skin over the eye and ranged around to the left temple. With some impatience the wounded man worked the bullet out of the hole where it went in. Throwing it back at the man who was shooting, he said : “I lold that cussed gun up ; you’ll put some body’s eye out, first thing you know.”