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ANOTHER letter from burke. Again 1 take up my pen to give yon a few dots from this hot. sandy country. I supposed it would bo much warmer down here than in Middle Georgia, but the ther mometer registered as high the past week in Elbcrton as it does here. It lias been very hot and dry here, and the crops arc suffering for rain at present; if wc can get a good season in a few days, the prospect is fine for both corn and cotton. The cro p is much more forward with us than with you-when your farmers were hunting for the earliest cotton bloom and running with it to the printing office, the farmers here could find half grown boles. I was very much surprised the other day to learn that they beat out the wheat in the old primitive style with flails and separate the wheat from the heads by means of a scivc, made out of a cheese box by boring holes in the bottom. You may guess, therefore that but little wheat is raised in this section. The climate and soil is well adapted to that cereal, yet the people have not been in the habit of planting it. I think from what 1 can learn, fully as much can be made here to the acre as in your scctipn. You must not conclude from this that we are in the backwoods and among the uncivilized. In every other branch of agriculture these people have kept up with the progress of the age. They have one characteristic of the backwoods —an open handed, old-fashioned Georgia hospitality, with but little selfishness, comparatively, in their composition. The loss of property by the war does not seem to have pro duced that hardening effect upon the heart which it has done in most parts of the State where I have been. I speak of this im mediate neighborhood ; 1 am but little ac quainted with other parts of the County, and cannot, therefore, vouch for them. I had the pleasure of attending last week the annual celebration of a flourishing Sunday-school. There was a very large crowd in attendance, and among them some as beautiful ladies as the State of Georgia can produce. The Church, a large one, was packed to its utmost capacity, and better order I have never seen on any occasion—during the speaking, you could almost have heard a pin drop, and when dinner was announced, the people went as quietly an orderly to the table as if they were dining at some gentleman’s house. The tables were loaded with the fat of the land —chicken, mutton, shoat, beef, coun try hams two years old, boiled whole, beets, tomatoes, and other vegetables, peaches, apples, “ pies-en-ihings,” &c. Evcr3 r one seemed to have enough and to spare, and there were baskets full of frag ments taken up. The exercises were opened by singing, accompanied by the organ —and such singing I—it would have done your heart good to hear it. Then fol lowcd a welcome address by the pastor of the Church to visitors; more songs ; then prayer ; music again; the annual address, by Capt. Rogers, of Waynesboro’; music : then your humble servant gave them an exhortation ; music ; benediction ; dinner, The smaller children —and there were quite a number —were formed in procession and marched to a table prepared expressly for them. The Church is located in a beauti ful grove. Enjoyment was stamped on every face. 1 have never in my life enjoyed any occasion better. I have already drawn out this communication to too great a length, I must, therefore, bid you. Messrs. Editors, an revoir. D. Kind Words. How soothing and pleasant arc kind words 1 They cost but little, and yet much comfort, especially to a heart already afflicted with grief. As the genial rays of the sun enliven and invigorate a beautiful flower after a storm, so kind words cheer our drooping spirits, give serenity to the countenance and calm every angry passion. If eloquence captivates the senses, kind words control the feelings. Ihe pen of in spiration says: “A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger.” How often circumstances occur, which deeply impress our minds with the truthfulness of this golden text ! A soft answer means a kind one; although the two words differ in a literal sense. We could point out not a few drunkards ; who have been reclaimed bv the kind treat ment and kind words of a devoted wife. Yea, it has been truly said that the hus band is what the wife makes him, and we think this can be verified by many. W e are inclined to believe that a vast number of men are induced to adopt a life of dissi pation and vice, in consequence of the rude, unkind expressions, and improper treatment of their wives. *Show us a family where the mother is a kind spoken woman, and we will show you one where love and peace reign. It mat ters not how humble our home may be, ii naught but kind words are exchanged—if kindness sways her sceptre there, we have a happy home. We can make this w orld a foretaste of Heaven, or we can make it a foretaste of torment. How oft the kind words of a mother pre vail with a wayward son ! George Washington was as brave as .w Hm *3 —a. ... . $1.50 A YEAR. Ctesar, but not brave enough (on one occa sion) to resist the kind words and gentle tones of his beloved mother. God's Word tell us that “a word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.” Wc think in almost every instance, that a kind word is a word fitly spoken. llow an unkind word grates upon the car—how it crushes the heart and chills the blood ! Xot so with kind words, they are a pan acea to the heart. Kind words shed their halo upon all within their limits. The raving maniac would allow no one in his cell, but was finally succumbed by the eloquence of kind words. The lion is the fiercest of beasts, but kind words make him gentle as a lamb. Even instinct teaches us the efficacy of kind words. Let us follow the example of our Saviour, who even reproved sin with kind ness, and never on any occasion spoke un kindly. Wc must learn to speak kindly, if we would enjoy life and have friends—if we would enjoy happiness in this world, and eternal felicity beyond the grave, wc must speak kindly and treat others thus— in other words, wc must obey the Golden Rule which says : “ As ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so to them.” 0. C. 11. A Hero of Hiiny Battles. Exchange. An excited looking man with a sandy moustache and one eye the color of a robin's egg, limped into a Broad street of fice the other day, with one hand and the other eye both in a sling. “ Hi vantto bask you ha question sor,” he begun rapidly, and then continued, “ I vant to hask you hif you don’t think hit ha heverlasting disgrace to this country that ha man that fought and bled han vas shot nine times for 'is country should be hallowed to depend lion the cold charities hof the vorld for ha living, sor?” “ Yes he’s out.” answered the man be hind the desk, adding nine to seven and carrying one. The stranger repeated his question. The man behind the desk put down the last figures, and then looked up. “A\ hat u ar were you in ?” he asked softly. “ Hi vas hin the great Ilamerican var,” answered the stranger promptly. “ Yes, but on which side ?” “ Hi—hi vas lion the side hof the patri ots,” said the one-eyed man. ‘•You M-ere, hey? Who did you fight under ?” “ Hi—hi —hi vas hin—hin KcrnalGrant's regiment, part hof the time, and hi vaded breast deep in blood vith General Wash ington. and vas in the company vith Capt. —Capt. — Longstreet.” “ You were hey?” said the man behind the desk, becoming interested, “what bloody battles did you take part in ?” The fire of battle got into the stranger's eye as he shouted : “Hi fought, sor. hat Bunker 'lll and Gettystown, and New Horleans, han hat the battles hof Virginia, han —han hat Plymouth Rock !” “ Did you, indeed,” said the man behind the desk’ coming around the counter, “ I like to meet a man like you.” The stranger saw that he had made a good impression, and he went on—“ Yes, sor; han hi crossed the Delawine with General —General —General —here he stop ped and thought a minute, and finally said —“with General Lee.” A strange light came into the eyes of the man who had been behind the desk, and fie came closer, and said again, “ You did, hey?” “ Yes, hi vas,” yelled the one-eyed man again growing wild over the recollections. •• Han hi vas hin the fight hat Seventeen Pines, hin Iliowa, ban hi ’elped to take Richmond, ban hi vas hin my place hin ranks at Ilandersonville ven President Stonewall Jackson and Gen’ral Linkhorn han Ivernal Lee ban Major Washington han Captain Benedict Harnold han Mr. Grant han Kernal ’Ampton han Mr. Bur rigod, han —han the ress—rode down the ranks. Ili'll never forget that day. sor.” “ I shouldn't suppose you would,” said the office man. summing up the case; •• so you were in the great American war, and was on the side of the patriots, and fought under Col. Grant and General Wash ington, and belonged to Capt. Longstreet’s company’ and fought at Bunker 1 ill and Gettystown and New Orleans, and partici pated in the battle of Virginia, and was in the fight at Plymouth Rock, and crossed the Delawine River with Gen. Lee, and was wounded in the bloody affair at Seventeen Pines in lowa, and you helped to take Richmond’ and you were at Andersonville when President Stonewall Jackson, and Gen. Linkhorn, and Col. Lee, and Major Washington, and Capt. Arnold, and Mr. Grant, and Col. Hampton and Mr. Burri god rode down the lines ?” “Ilivere,” said the stranger proudly. “ Then,” said the office man, working his knee to get it supple, ” you can tell the next man you meet that you were in the battle of Kickapoo,” and he gave the first syllable of the historic spot with much unction. As the stranger picked himself off the pavement, he dashed the green blind from his eye on the ground, and shook both fists and danced around, as he shouted : •• ili'll make this blarsted country ’owl for this hinsult to a British subject!” As he went off up the street, he mutter i ed, “ Hit takes more than three months’ tramping to get the 'ang of this bloody country's bloody politics.” HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, JULY •. KS77. •’row Which. A. H. Miller in Serit / ’* Monthly. A cabin's side. At eventide : The traveler seeking shelter there : “ Keep you all night 5* Sartain. dodge, 'light, Sich as we hev wc share. “ Jones are our name.” “Squire Jones?” “The same. You ’quainted much this way? Sal, fetch a chair; You Hill, out thar, (iive that yer boss some hay.” Of rooms but two lias, Jones, and few His household goods, and poor— Two chairs, one bed— His guests instead Have “ shakedowns ”■ oil the tloor. Yet here, forsooth, This man uncouth Has pictures twenty-three ! ('heap prints and small Save one, are all— A chromo that, of Lee. The traveler says. With wondering gaze : “You're fond of fine arts. Squire?'’ “ I’ictur's? Oh, Sal, My eldest gal. Ilez a hankerin’ fur then, thar.” “ That chrome's fine; If it were mine I'd deem myself quite rich, As doubtless you, My friend, now do—” “ Bcg'parding, dodge, crow-which?” “ Chro-wio, that one— The South’s true son : Of course yon hold that dear.” “(’row-mo /” says he, “ That's old Bob Lee— I fit under him four year !” l‘o]itinK' <■><' Question. Danbury News. One of the Danbury young men who has occasionally escorted a young lady home on Sunday evenings, ami went in for lunch, after performing’both services last Sunday night, suddenly said to her : •• Do you talk in your sleep?” “ Why—no,” she answered, in surprise. “ Do you walk in your sleep?” he next inquired. “ No, sir.” He moved bis chair an inch closer, and with increased interest asked : “Do } : ou snore ?” “ No,’’ she hastily replied, looking un easily at him. At this reply his eyes fairly sparkled. His lips eagerly parted, and as he gave his chair another hitch, be briskly inquired : “ Do you throw the combings from your hair in the wash basin?” “ What is that?” she asked with a blank face. He repeated the question, although M'ith increased nervousness. “No, I don’t” she answered, in some haste. Again his chair went forward, while his agitation grew so great, that he could scarcely maintain his place upon it as he further asked : “ Do you clean out the comb when you are through ?” “ Of course I do?” she said, staring at him with all her might. In an instant be was on his knees, before her, his eyes ablaze with flame, and his hands outstretched. “Oh, my dear Miss, T love you,” lie cried. “ I give my whole heart to vou. Love me, and 1 will be your slave. Love me as I love you, and I will do everything on earth for you. Oh, will you take me to be your lover, your husband, your protec tor* your everything?” It was a critical moment for a young wo man of her years, but she was equal to the emergency, as a woman generally is, and scooped him in. So Occasion for Alarm. St. Paul Press. On Friday night, one of the many fami lies which had participated m the Taber nacle excursion to Lake Minnetonka, was startled by repeated shrieks proceeding from the room occupied by the servant girl. As it happened, she had invited a friend to slop with her that particular night, and while one was enough to get up a commo tion in a quiet neighborhood, the united ef forts of the two w r ere enough to loosen the rafters, and send ice into every blood ves sel about the house. The head of the fam ily, however, determined to defend his premises and help even at the risk of his life, and seizing such fire-arms as were within reach, he rushed for the servant’s room in the expectation of meeting or over hauling some stalwart thief or dangerous burglar. Arriving at the door which shut in the agony, the gentleman cried out: “ Open the door quick! lain here and will help you.” The shrieks died away all at once, and after the lapse of a few moments, his howl ing hand-maiden exclaimed : Go away ; go away ; it's nothing but a June bug crawling down my back.” Then that intrepid citizen shouldered his gun and went back to bed. leaving the in cident to diffuse itself gradually over the region adjacent to the corner of Fourth avenue south and Eighth street. There is a precious six-year old boy in Auburn. Maine, who is a wonderful speller and definer. The other day his teacher asked him to spell matrimony : “ M-a-t-r --i-m-o-n-y,” said the youngster, promptly. “ Now. define it,” said the teacher. “ 1 don't exactly know w'hat it means, but I know mother's got enough of it.” Tlu llcarls ul the Lunl). Ik fruit Frte Am, One dnv about three or four weeks ngo a gamin, who seemed to have no friends in the world, was ran over by a vehicle on Gratiot avenue and fatally injured. After he had been in the hospital for a week a boy about his own age and size, and look ing ns friendless and forlorn, railed to ask about him and to leave an orange. He seemed much etnbana sod, and would an swer no questions. After that he came daily, always bringing something, if no more than an apple. Last week, when the nurse told him that Billy had no chance to get well, the strange boy waited around longer than usual, and finally asked if he could go in. lie had been invited to many times before, but always refused. Billy, palo and weak and emaciated, opened his eyes in wonder nt the sight of the boy, and before he realized who it was the stranger bent close to his face and sobbed : “ Billy, can ye forgive a feller? We was alius fighting and 1 was alius too much for ye, but I'm sorry ! Fore ye die won’t ye tell me ye hain’t any grudge agin mo?” The young lad then almost in the shadow of death, reached up his thin white arms, clasped them around the other’s neck, amt replied : “ Don't cry Bob—don’t feel bad ! 1 was ugly and mean, and 1 was leaving n stone at ye when the wagon hit me. If ye'll forgive me I'll forgive you, and I'll pray for both o’ us !” Bob was half an hour late the morning Billy died. When the nurse took him to the shrouded corpse lie kissed the paleface tenderly and gasped : “ D-did he say anything about —about me?” “ He spoke of you just before ho died— asked if you were here,” replied the nurse. “ And ipay I go —go to the funeral ?” “ You may.” And be did. He was the only mourner. His heart was the only one that ached. Xo tears were shed by others, and they left him sitting by the new-made grave with heart so big that he could not speak. If under the crust of vice and ignorance, there arc such springs of pure feelings and true nobility, who shall grow weary of doing good ? Pinned KiK'lit Drnin. Detroit Free Eros. A grocer doing business on Michigan Grand avenue was yesterday asked to trust a colored man one day for a quart of straw berries. “Can'tdoit—you'd never pay,” he re plied. “I'll pay you de money afore eight o’clock in de mawning,” earnestly contin ued the colored man. “ Perhaps you might, but I don’t believe it. If you have no money now how M ill you have any then ?” “ Don’t ax me boss—l'll have de cash suali. Ize just perspiring to death for de want of strawberries.” “ Does any one owe you!’’ asked the grocer. “ No, sail.” “.Then how do you expect to get any money?” “ Ob' de pay will be all right.” “ I guess not. You'll have to try some one else.” “ Boss, you hez pinned me right doM'n to de cold facts,” said the customer. “I wants strawberries an’ dey lies got to come an’ derefore, let me say dat I wasn’t going out to-night to steal chickens an’ sell ’em to git money.” “Ah. you u-asn't?” “No sab, ’cause I dun pulled ’em in last night, an’ (ley’ll be sold to a butcher dis evening. Dat’s de cold fact, mister, an’ now wrap up dein strawberries an’ don’t abuse my confidence.” Slow l*nl Sure. The “slow' fighter” was a tall, raw boned specimen of the Lumpkin County breed, and when he arrived in the mining camp the boys began to have fun with him —to “mill him,” as they call it in the par lance of the mines. lie stood it for a long time with perfect equanimity, until finally one of the party dared him out of doors to light. He went. When they got all ready and squared off, Lumpkin County stretched out his long neck and presented the tip of his big nose temptingly close to his tormentor : “ 1 'in a little slow," he said, “and can’t fight unless I’m well riled ; just paste me one —a good un—right on the end of that smeller!” His request was complied with. “ That was a good un,” lie said, calmly, “but I don’t feel quite riled yit ”—(turn ing the side of his head to the adversary) —“ please chug me another lively one un der the ear !” The astonished adversary again com plied, whereupon Lumpkin County, re marking that he was “not quite as w’ell riled as he would like to be, but would do the best he could,” sailed into the crowd, and for the next ten days the “boys” were employed in mending broken jaws, repairing damaged eyes, and tenderly res urrecting smashed noses. Lessing, the German author, was, in his old age, subject to extraordinary fits of abstraction. On bis return home, one eve ning, after he had knocked at his door, the servant looked out of the window to see who was there. Not recognizing his mas ter in the dark, and mistaking him for a stranger, he called out: “ The professor is not at home.” “Oh, very well,” replied Lessing; “no matter—l'll call another time !” Going to sleep in Church is like drink ing water with a sieve—nothing accom plished. A VOIt E I ROM LEXINGTON, GA. From a Former Member. I mil willing to give my hand to every man, woman ami child who are in favor of every or anything that looks toward tho improvement of Hartwell, socially, intel lectually or religiously. I would mako some few suggestions, therefore, in refer ence to the improvements that the breth ren and friends contemplate making upon the Methodist Church in Hartwell: Ist. By all mean# let tho recess remain. Hartwell was at least twenty years ahead in Church architecture when she added to her house of worship this recess. Every 'church that is built now-a-dnys, that is neat and substantial, is built with this re cess; and, if Hartwell took a step twenty years abend of her sister towns when she added this to her Church, as she did, she will now, if she removes it, take a step as many years in the other direction. Cler gymen, accustomed to preaching in churches constructed like the Hartwell Church, almost universally testify in their favor. •Jd. Faint the Church outside, as is con templated. white. ltd. But blinds to the windows, allowing only the lower half to be movable. Paint them a bright brown. Green will not lust, nor hold its color so well. Ith. Don't paint the inside. White will soon look worse than the unpainted ceiling, and no other color will do. sth. Stain and varnish tho seats with asphaltum, which costs but little ami comes already prepared. Paint altar same way, and pulpit with French zinc, and demar varnish. Grain the doors, and paint win dow sash white. (sth. When colonade in front is built, paint the floor, and put white lead under columns, that they may never rot. 7th. But lightning rods on roof and steeple and buy a larger bell. I will give toward the latter. NUMBER 47. Juli Billina* Insure** Him I.lft*. 1 kum to the conclusion lately, that life was so onsartin that the only way for mo tu stand a fair chance with other folks wax to get my life insured, and so I kailed on the agent of the “Garden Angel Life Insu rance C 0.,” and answered the following questions which wax put to me over the top ova pare of gold specks, by a slick lit tle round gray head, and as pretty a little belly on him as a man over owned : Ist. Are you mail or (email ? if so piezo stale how long you have been so. 2d. Are you subject to fits, and if so, do you have more than one at a time? fid. What is your precise fitting weight? 4th. Did you ever have any ancestors? and if so, how meny, and of w hat sex? oth. What is your legal opinion of the constitutionality of the Kith command inent? (Jth. Do you ever have any night mares? 7th. Are you married or single, or are you a bachelor ? Bth. Do you believe in a future state ; if you do, state it ? 9th. What are your private sentiments about a rush of rats tu the head? Can it be did successfully ? Kith. Hav )'ou ever committed suicide? and if so, how did it seem to effect you ? ‘•The Huy Nluo<l on (lie llurnii*;; Deck." No; not exactly, but on the railroad track near Brown Creek. And the engi neer, saw him violently wave a hat or handkerchief as the train thundered along at 25 miles per hour—for it was down grade and a straight track. “ Toot ” the whistle said, and brakemen, sprang to their tasks. “ Toot ” again, an extra turn was given, with passengers looking out at the uin dows and the engine was reversed. Still the boy waved his signal; and with a squealing of wheels and thumping of bump ers the train came to a halt within a few feet of where that boy stood. Passengers thinking they had, through the courage and foresight of the youthful hero, escaped some terrible danger, at once began to feel for their nurses —the conductor jumped out to embrace him the engineer leaned from his cab and said young man you have performed a service never to be forgotten, you shall be rewarded; when did the bridge fall? Was anybody killed.?” “ Bridge, h—l !” replied the youngster, “ I only stopped you to ax for a chaw of tcrbacker !” A remark or tn-o, not printable, may have been made, but the enterprising youth got his chaw. ' A Honey <'oml. There are three bodies and only three that can be placed close together without leaving any interstices; these are the per fect square, the equilateral triangle, and the hexahedron, six sided figure. No other forms can be placed together with out some interstices being left. And the third, the hexahedron, is at once the strongest and the most capacious. Now, how remarkable it is, that the bee has cho sen the hexahedron, and that every comb in a hive of bees is that which contains the greatest amount of honey in the least pos sible space, and leaves no interstices I Kepler, the mathematician, calculated the angle that must be at the bottom of the cell, in order to ascertain what would be the best to form the base of a hexahedron comb the most capacious and most fitted for juxtaposition with others; and the very demonstration which mathematical calcu lation proved, is exactly realized in every comb we find in the bee-hive. We have therefore in the bee and in the hive, and all the exquisite adjustments by which they are characterized, the traces of palpable design—the evidences of an existing and a wise God. “ Mamma, if we cross the bridge at night, must we pay toll?” “Of course, my dear; why do you ask?” “Why, because the river will have gone home to sleep.” “ Oh, the river never sleeps.” “ Then why has it a bed, mamma?”