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testing the spikits. When spiritualism first made its np pea ranee in the village of , old dea con Isaacs, a rich man, who had stood bv the church for nearly threescore years, was exceedingly hitter against all be lievers in the “ devil’s work,” as he culled it, and denounced spiritualists and spir itualism in no very gentle language. Im agine the deacon’s anger, then, when six months afterward he found it had worked its way into his family, and not only were his wife and daughters believers, but one of them was a medium and po— sessed full power to converse with the spirits of those who had departed to that *• bourne whence no traveler returns.” Deacon Isaacs was mad, dreadfully mad ; but lie hud sense enough to know it, and l oro the taunts of the ungodly with meek spirit, lie knew it would be useless to declare open war; for .Mrs. Isaacs alone hud proved more than a match for him, and he was sure to be de feated. He must‘‘circumvent the crit ter,” as he expressed it, and to this end he set. himself to work. He was a man of sound judgment, and his worldly ex perience of fifty years was not thrown away. From ihe day it first came to his knowledge that his %ife and daughters were spiritualists he never spoke a word aga'iist, nor did he ever allude to it, ex t ept in general terms in his morning prayer; but any one could see that it troubl'd him, for he was absent-minded, his eyes wandered restlessly, and he look ed care-worn. The Deacon witnessed one or two “ sit tings” at his own house, and was satis Tied that he could get rid of them. So one morning he started for the city, de termined to thoroughly investigate the subject before he returned. After visit ing one of the most popular medium and paying his money, he returned home, satisfied that he could see through it. There was a “ sitting” at the deacon's house on the night lie returned ; and his daughter Mary (die medium) invited the deacon to take a scat at the table, which to her gratification was accepted. The spirits were in good tune, and so exceed imrlv communicative that the deacon was induced to ask a few questions, which were readilv answered ; and the wife and daughters were in ecstasies at the thought that father would yet he a believer, and urged the deacon on in bis inquiries. “ Has my wife always been true to her marriage vows?” asked the deacon. To this question there were no raps in return, while Mrs. Isaacs sat transfixed with holy horror that such a thought should enter her husband’s mind. “ How many years have passed since she was untrue?” Answer by single raps. Then came slowly and solemnly one, two, three, four, and so on, until they reached twenty. ‘-How many who claim to be are not my < hiidren?” Again the spirit rapped, one, two. Mrs. Isaacs looked duml founded. “ Mercy !” said Mary. “ Who are they?” asked the deacon, who now seemed so intent on the subject iha lie paid no attention to his compan ions. “Mary, Sarah,” rapped the spirits, the names of the two daughters, the el der of which was under twenty. Mrs. Isaacs could stand it no longer. “It’s a lie! I didn’t! It’sa lie !”she shrieked, rising from the table. “ They are your children, deacon Isaacs, and God knows it.” “llut the spirits affirm differently,” said the deacon, in a solemn voice. “ Then they lie !” said the wife. “ But. if you believe them in every thing else, why not iu this?” “ But I don’t believe them at all. It is all fo >lery.” “Nor I!” shouted Mary. “ Nor I!” added Sarah. “Then,” said the deacon, whileasmile illuminated his countenance, “we will hid them good-bye, and leave those things which God has wisely hid from us to be revealed in his time.” The deacon’s evening devotions were characterized with more earnestness than .J, and the family retired fully satis fied tlmt tiio ;’ ,irlts !nediun)S didn,,t always reveal the truth. M rs- Isaacs was so glad that none of the neighbors were present. But somehow the story got wind, and so fearful were the spirit dames of it that they might he caught in the same trap which the dea con hud set, that Spiritualism was driven entirely from the village. This heartless and unique obituary, from the Quitman (Ga.) tree Press, explains itself: “Dbd —In Quitman, on the 22d inst., a colored man, name unknown. Ilis death wa3 caused by eating poisoned cabbages taken from the garden of the editor of this paper. Requieacul in pace.” VOL. Ill—NO. 23. Love and Huld Heads. No one who looks down from a gallery in a church, upon a devout and (lo 1-like congregation, can fail to notice how prone the Christian is to the loss of his hair. Piety and bald-headed ness seem to go together, that the head of the believer might be a shining light, a city on the hill. And yet if one goes to a Godless theatre, the same thing is observable. Worldliness is as bad as piety*. The bloated capitalist and the horny-handed son of toil are equally liable to the barefootedness on the top of the head. And this, too, in the face of the fact that proud science lias long wrestled with this problem, and inven tions innumerable announce themselves as causing a luxuriant growth of hair. Bald-headed ness, however, does not mpair a mfin’s value in the ordinary affairs of life. He can buy or sell, in sure, run a bank, or accept an office, with not hair enough on bis head to make a first-class eyebrow ; but when it comes to making love to a girl it is very much in the w ay. There is a great deal of capillary attraction in love. Girls adore a handsome suit of glossy liair. It is lovely. An when a lover •mnes to woo her with the fop of his head shining like a greased pumpkin, be is at a disadvantage. Just as the words that glow and the thoughts that burn begin to awaken in her bosom a sympathetic thrill, she may happen to notice two or three flies promenading over his phrenological organs—and all is over. Girls are so frivolous. She immediately becomes more interested in those flies than in all his lovely lan guage. While he is pouring out his love and passion she is wondering how the Hies manage to hold on to such a slippery surface. Little Johnny on Pigs. One time there was a ole man had a pig, an the pig it had a ■ urly tail, but ole Gaffer Peterses has got a bush onto it. an the cl ■ man’s gurl lias curly hair, to< > os she puts it up in papers. >So one day die ole man cot the pig an put its tail up in a curl papers, too, just like hern, and then he sed : “ Katy ” —cos that was her name— “ cum along an see your ole father feed the pig.” And Katy she went, and when the pig cum up and put its feets in the tr<>l for to eat, Katy she luked a long while, and theu she sed : “ Wv, poppy !” But poppy he didn’t take notice, jest kep a knockin on the bottom of the ole bucket for to git ol the swil out. After a other wile, Katy she spoke up agin an sed : “ Poppy, wot for do you curl it?” Then the old mail lie said, the ole man did : “ Curl be blode ! You better ast that riddle elsewhere; it is twisted the otliei way ! I love this pig like it was my own dotter, but lie straten that tail fore killiu time if I got to brake it. I don t like curls, an all tho you an yure sister carries 2meunyguns for me,’lie bedum busted if lie give in to the hole family !” But my sister she has got tongs for to curl hern, and one time Frankv, that’s the baby, nipped his nose in cm and hoi lered wild, like he was tomcats. Pigs woiler in the mud, and babies they wol ler in the (lore. One time a man wich wasnt smart like me, more like Billy, he seen pig wnlkr in in a puddle of mud,jand he said : “Poor fellow, where does it pain you?’’ The pig it luked at the man, an then it rolled over on totlier side, like savin : “ Pretty much all over.” Then the man he shuke his lied, and a other time: “That’s a mighty bad place to he sick abed in.” But the pig gruuted, as much as to say: “ That’s a fack, but when a feller is took sudden he must put up with seeh coinodations 11s he cau git, and not be a hog about it.” One day Billy—that’s my brother lie and Sammy Doppy was playiu by a mud hole, and Billy he said : “Nov, Sammy, les play we was a ham yard—you he the pig and lie down and woller, and He be a hull and heller like everything.” So they got down on thier bans and knees, and Sammy he went in the mud and wollorod, wile Hilly hollered like dissnnt thunder. Bimeby Sammy be cum out muddy, you never seen such a muddy little teller, and be said : “ Now, you be the pig and let me bcl ' Icr.” But Billy lie said : “ I ain’t a very good pig fore dinner, and ittle be time null’ for you to heller wen yure mother sees yure close.” Astonished Editor. An exchange says: Wo find upon our table one of the newest pictures. It is beautiful in design, small, but showing great artistic skill in its make up. The prevailing colors are green and black, the two blending so harmo niously that the effect is pleasing in the highest degree. We shall not, of course, presume to give an exact description of this picture, but some of the charac ters look so noble, so striking, that we cannot refrain from describing them. The head-center, or rather the hero of the picture, bolds in bis left hand a l banner, in bis right band a sword ; bis i hat is thrown on the ground ; his head i is thrown back ; bis left foot extended, and taken altogether, his appearance is j that of one challenging another to mor tal combat, waiting for the other fellow to knock off the chip. 11 is eyes are cast upward, resing on the word fi— Hello ! what’s this ? Great snakes !if it isn’t ass bill! We took it for some new kind of a Christmas chromo that had come in the lr.ail. But we see how it is—either our devil lias been robbing a bank, or some delinquent subscriber has been conscience-stricken. An Agrceble Companion. A good story is told of ex-Governor Magoffin, of Kentucky, who is a good talker and likes to do most of the talk ing himself. Recently, in making the journey from Cincinnati to Lexington, he siiared his seat in the car with a bright-eyed, pleasant-faced gentleman. The Governor, after a few common place remarks, to which his companion smiled and nodded assent, branched into a description of the scenes that lie had witnessed in different parts of the country, grew eloquent over the war, described with glowing speech the horse races he had witnessed, talked learnedly of breeding, and told thrilling stories of his battles with the Indians in the Northwest. The hours slipped rapidly away, and when the train was nearing L< xington the two exchanged cards and parted with a cordial shake of the hands. The Governor drove to an inn, and to a number of his friends lie re marked that the ride had never seemed so short before. “ Then you must have had pleasant company aboard. “ You are right. I met a gentleman of un usual intelligence. We conversed all the way over. I never was hi ought in contact with a more agreeable man." “ Indeed ! Who was he ?” asked his friends. “ Wait a minute ; I have his card,” and the Governor felt in his pockets, and produced the bit of paste board. “ His name is King.” “Not Bob King ?” shouted a dozen in one breath. “ v Yes, gentleman, Robert King; that is the way the card reads," was the proud reply. A roar of laugh ter followed. “ Why, Governor, Boh King is as deaf as a post; he was born deaf and dumb!” Francis C. Barlow and John B. Uordon. Bouton Transcript. You may not be aware that it was General Gordon’s command which struck the flank of the eleventh corps in the afternoon of the first day at Get tysburg, and, after a short but desperate conflict, broke it3 line and swept it from the field. In the fight General Barlow, of New York, commander of the first division, fell dangerously, and, it was thought, mortally wounded. He was shot di directl.v through the body. Two of his men attempted to bear him through that shower of lead from the field, but one was instantly killed, and General Bar low magnanimously said to the other : “ You can do me no good ; save yourself if you can.” Gordon’s brigade of Georgians, in its wild charges swept over him, and he was found by General Gordon himself, lying with up-turned face in the hot July sun, nearly para- HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, MARCH It). 1870. lyzed and apparently dying. General Gordon dismounted from his horse, gave him a drink of water from bis canteen, and inquired of General Barlow bis name and wishes. General Barlow said: "1 shall prob ably live but a short time. Please take from my breast-pocket the packet of my wife’s letters and read one of them to me,” which was done. He then wished that the others be torn up, as ho did not wish them to fall into other hands. This General Gordon did, and then ask ed : “ Can Ido anything else for you. General?” “Yes," replied Gen. Bar low, earnestly. “My wife is behind our army. Can you send a message through the lines?” “ Certainly I will,” said Gordon, and he did. Then direct ing Gen. Bartow to be borne to the shade of a tree at the rear, lie rode on with liia command. The wife received the message, and came harmlessly t hrough liot.li lines of battle and found her husband, who eventually recovered. Since General Gordon’s election to the United States Senate, both he and Gen. Bartow were invited to a dinner party in Washington, and occupied op posite seats at the table. After intro ductions, General Gordon said : “Gen eral Barlow, are you related to the of ficer of your name who was killed at Gettysburg?” “I am the man,” said General Barlow. “ Are you related to the Gordon who is supposed to have killed me?” ‘‘l am the man,” said Gen. Gordon. The hearty greeting which followed the touching story, as related to the interested guests by Gen. Barlow, and the thrilling elfect upon the company, can better be imagined than described. v Curious and Is fal. During a recent Chinese banquet at San Francisco an orange was laid at the plate of each guest. The fruit, in being cut open, was found to contain five kinds of delicate jellies. Colored eggs were also served in the inside of which were {biu.d nuts, jellies, meats, and confections. When one of the Americans asked the interpreter to explain this legerdemain of cookery, he laughed heartily, shook his head, and replied : “ Meliean man heap smart —why he not findee nut?” The expression “ A 1,” popularly ap plied to designate the first quality of ar ticles, is copied from the symbols of the British and foreign shipping-list of the Lloyds. “A” is used to designate the character or conditions of the hull of a vessel, and the figure “ 1 ” to denote the efficient state of her anchors, cables, and stores. If these are insufficient in quan litv or quality, the figure ‘“2” is used to indicate the same. When it is said of a ship, “Shew “A 1,” it means that she is all right as to hull, rigging, and equip ments. A New York letter-writer says that the healthiest people in New York are the physicians, who see in others the con sequences of violating the laws of nature, and hence are controlled hy caution. Besides this, their daily rides promote health. The next class in point of hy genc is made up of the letter-carriers, who are out on their mail errands, and who derive from this exercise a benefit which compensates for their small rate of pay. These men learn that out-door life is the true method of existence. Travelers find the street scenes in Ger man towns peculiar and noticeable. Single cows and oxen tire harnessed and worked like horses. One is surprised at the large size and physical strength of the women, who seem to perform the principal portion of the physical labor; while those of their husbands not per manently engaged in smoking or beer drinking are either soldiers or policemen. Girls and dogs are harnessed together in milk-carts, and horses are harnessed ton single pole, in place of being between two shafts. The women, as a rule, are not beautiful, not even cotneiy. Un dotibtedly there are pretty Marguerites, hidden away, somewhere, with their long braids of blonde hair, but they certainly do not much abound. On the other hand, there are to be found very few beggars or drunken people. An air of thrift surrounds one on all sides. - The Sleepy-Eye Wide-Awake is the name of anew newspaper recently started at Sleepy-Eye, Minnesota. WHIUR NO. 133. RAMBLES IN HART COUNTY. Fur Tlit Hartwell Sun. Messrs. Editors: Counties, towns, rivers generally take their names from some noted circumstance, illustrious personage or favorite object. The name and original sometimes having adaptation to give it significance— Hart—Hartwell —how appropriate—if their names were taken from the heart. the seat and centre of life. From what I have seen of your County and tastefully arranged town, with the in dustry, thrift and sociability of the cit izens—the pure and balmy mountain air and cxhillarating water, I am dis posed to think your County and town might be made the radiating centre so cially, commercially and religiously. This is an age of improvement, and to keep pace with the times yon will be compelled to complete very soon your contemplated road from Bowersville to Hartwell. Then you will be able to turn the tide of trade and form a link in the great chain and network of Rail roads in the South. Then Hartwell in her pulsations will send out the life current in every direction. In my rambles, I have made it my business to visit most of the schools in the County, and feel confident that the people are becoming wide-awake to this great conservative element. One com mendable feature 1 have discovered in those I have visited is, the Bible is made the text book. Sanctified learn ing is what the rising generation needs, and is what the country must have to become truly great. I had the honor, by special request from the teacher, to open the school at Itoyston. If the patrons had manifested a little more interest in fitting up the school room it would have been better, and more en couraging to the teacher. The school at Red wine is under flic* tutorage of Rev. Capers Ncesc. He lias in attendance between thirty and forty scholars; and, so far as I am able to ju Igc, he is exercising a healthy discipline, and advancing on a higher plane his pupils. Rev. Marion Cheek, of Bowersville, has charge of the school at Macedonia, near widow McGee's. He is a very affable Christian gentleman, and withal well qualified for such a responsible station. I shall not forget him for his kindness and aid in my Bible agency lie lias about 40 pupils, and regularly increasing in numbers and interest, as I am informed. Miss Eliza J. Gibson, formerly Ma tron and teacher in the Widows and Orphans Home, North Georgia Confer ence. has charge of the school at l*at kerstown, and is an accomplished, schollarly lady, and has ha Ia ripe ex perience in teaching the young idea how to shoot. Long may Tiie Sun’ shine. More anon. S. 1). Gaines. Haml-.'tfade lien Eggs. There is nothing new under the Run —but some old things nic made in new ways. Ileus arc the original inventors of eggs, but man is now trying bis band at laying them, and that, too, without giving the proper credit. The manu facture of eggs—simulating the pro du -t of the ordinary ben from inexpen sive materials —is the latest industry of San Francisco, says a California ex change. The albumen is imitated with a mixture of sulphur, carbon and fatty matter obtained front the slaughter homes and rendered sticky with mucil age. The yolk is composed ot blood, phosphate of lime, magnesia, muriate of ammonia, olaio an 1 magarie acids and colored with chrome yellow. The eggs are shaped with a blow-pipe from a mass of gypsum, carbonate of lime and oxide of iron. After the shells are blown the albumen is forced in through a hole in the small end and adheres to the sides; then the yolk is added and after being covered with more of the albumen mixture the hole is sealed with cement: the completed egg is then rubbed smooth an 1 laid aside for park ing. It is asse.t id that many barrels of these eggs have been already ship ped eastward for consumption. No snow falls lighter than the snow r of age ; but none is heavier, for it never molts. A WORD TO YOITXG LADIES. for The /larhreU Sun. If neglect of duty be a crime, are you not, youug ladies, guilty of committing one against yourselves and the commu nity in which you live by encouraging the vice of drunkenness? This I* a grave’ charge; hut let us investigate the mat ter and see if you are not in some meas ure guilty of it. I know, you do it ig norantly and unintentionally, therefore I call your attention to it. Doubtless, each of you will say : “ Wlrnt! I, who am so opposed to drink ing—who shudder at the sight of a drunk ard—/ encourage drunkenuc-s? The idea is preposteious!” I should be de delightod to find it so on investigation. Have not your fair hands presented the tempting wine-t up to the lips of that young man who could not resist the en ticing draught, so bewitehingly proffer ed? That was the first step probably of that young man toward a life of dis grace, degradation and ruin. Who lured him into the path of destruction? Have you not accepted as an escort a a young man who was odorous with the fumes of ardent spirits? Such conduct on the part of liny young lady would be construed by the young man as encour aging him in his career of dissipation. “Then from whom shall we receive attention?” you will say. From a man who has more self-esteem, and a higher appreciation of your sex than to seek your society when in a state of intoxi cation. Even the moderate drinker, w hom y< u encourage by your smiles and llatteries, may yet fill a drunkard’s grave, leaving a heart-broken, poverty-stricken family. “ What is the antidote for this evil?” you ask. Positive, decisive action on the part of every young lady. Let every suitor dis tinctly understand that he must either forego the pleasure of the tempter’s bow l, or that of your society. If he prefers your association to the poisonous cup, then you may justly feel proud of an escort who has manhood enough to assert his freedom from the coils of the fiery serpent —his self-con trol as a noble and true man ; one who is worthy in every respect of your confi dence and esteem. If he chooses the bacchanalian cup, then congratulate yourself on your for tunate escape from such an unworthy associate. Perhaps you will say: ‘‘lf we should carry out such a resolution we would all die old maids.” Better that, a thousand times, than he a drunkard's wife. You would doubtless be neglected for a w hile, but then your society would he most eagerly sought after by young men well worth winning. Resolute action by all the young ladies of the land, would effect a reformation aiming our young men that would be nl must miraculous it its results. In so doing you would necessarily, for a time, deprive yourselves of some tran sitory happiness, but you would secuie a guarantee of enduring pleasure when you shall face the sterner realities of life. Young ladies, you are the architects of your own fortunes—of your own hap piness; not only this, but you also hold in your hands the destinies of your coun try. Man is powerful; the pen and sword ire mighty ; but woman wields an influ ence superior to all of these combined. Woman caused man to forfeit his rights to Paradise, and ever since that calamity befell our race, it has been her angelic mission to restore him to his primeval condition of happiness; and nobly has she acquitted herself in the work. Yet, there remains still more to be done in order to elevate him to the true standard of manhood. Young ladies, arc your hearts and hands ready and willing to engage in this worthy undertaking? lam satisfied they are. Remember, if you succeed <n a glori ous work, youfs w ill he a glorious reward. •‘Can we expect to succeed?” do you ask? If one woman could win a man from Paradise, assuredly by the same iu tlucnee she could w ill him from the wiue eup. With you, ladies, the temperance movement must begin to be effective. Elno. Elbcrton Gazette : Mr. Coleman, an auctioneer, who had caused a bell to be rung around the public square for the purpose of attracting attention to bis hndness, was brought before 11 is Honor Judge Pottle yesterday (Tuesday of last week) for disturbing the C ourt, and a fine of fifty dollars and six hours im prisonment imposed, fi e think, with four-fifths of those who knew the cir stances, the penalty unnecessarily se vere