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Agricultural Department.
EDITED Hr Tin: SECI'ETA HT OP THE
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IXSPECTfOS OF FERTILIZERS.
The law of Georgia requires the true
analysis attached or branded upon each
package of fertilizer or chemicals for
composting, sold in the State. This
“true analysis" must be made by the
manufacturer's own chemist and mnst
show the percentage of each valuable
element contained in it. The sale of
any acid phosphate containing less
than ten per cent, of available phos
phoric acid, or any airnnoiuated super
phosphate containing less than eight
per cent, of phosphoric acid and two
of ammonia, is absolutely prohibited.
All “chemicals” are sold on the merits
of their analysis as found attached to
or branded upon each package.
There are six inspectors and one
chemist appointed for the State, and
they are sworn to discharge their duty
faithfully according to law.
The manufacturer or agent intending
to sell guano in the State, is required to
notify the inspector most convenient to
him the brand or brands, and number
of tons of each that he intends putting
in the market; he signs an obligation
at the same time to cancel and make
null and void all sales if his fertilizer
does not come up to the requirements
of law. And he is further required to
furnish 300 tbs of each brand for the
Commissioner to use in making soil
tests ; and also pay the inspector 50 cts.
per ton inspection fees.
The inspectors are provided with
suitable samples and are required to
take samples from not less than one
fifth of the packages when in lots of
less than ten lons, and not less than
one-tenth in lots of over ten tons.
These samples arc thoroughly mixed
and put in bottles, one of which is sent
to the State chemist, simply numbered
and under the private seal of the in
spector who sent it.
The tags furnished to the seller are
(this season) elliptical, with fuc simile
of inspector's name, and have printed
on them a blank form for the “ true
analysis,” which is not generally filled
out by the manufacturer, he preferring
the option of branding it on the bags
These analyses are made as rapidly as
possible by the chemist and the Com
missioner sends them out to the people
of the State, so that any one may know
what his guano contains by two sepa
rate and distinct analyses—one by the
manufacturer and one bv the State.
We make the above from the transac
tions through toe Commissioner's office
that our readers may more fully under
stand the workings of the Inspection
law. WszA ave long since seen the ben
eficial effects of the law to the fanning
interest generally, but as there was,
and is yet, opposition, we thought per
haps there were some more legislation
needed to perfect the system ; but now
onr opinion is that if it is carried out
strictly and according to law, it docs
not need any additional legislation.
The question of protecting by law other
industries and classes would sooner be
sprung by us than that of abolishing
this. It is a foregone conclusion that
guano must and will be used in large
quantities in the State, and from the
particular character of the article ade
quate protection must be offered against
the rapacity of some manufacturers and
dealers.
MAY.
With this month the farmer’s work
goes on in earnest, and this may be con
sidered one of the busiest months of
the year. With most of the farmers
the work of planting is about done, and
if he has carefully put his seed in the
ground, the work of cultivating com
mences, With the large amount of
guano that, has been used this year, the
working of cotton must be very rapid.
If the grass gets a hold.it may prove
fatal to your crop. You may think you
can destroy it, but if you allow it to
get a start of yon, it is sure to materi
ally cut off your yield when you come
together in the fall. This month and
next, are the trying ones on the farmer,
and by industry and careful work he
is sure to be blessed in the fall with an
abundant harvest.
WHEAT.
This month is the trying time on this
crop. We earnestly request that next
salesdav the farmers from different sec
tions of the county report to us the
condition of this crop, so that we can
make a true report of the crop for the
county.
Farming is the most healthful, useful
and noble employment of man.
“I say, Sambo, does you know what
makes de com grow so fast when you
put de manure under it!'”
Sambo—“No, Jake; I don’t hardly,
'ceptin* it make* de ground stronger for
de corn,”
Jake—“ Now, 111 je* toll you. When
de corn begins to siuell de manure, it
don’t like do 'furriery, so it hurries out
ob de ground and gits upas high as pos
sible, so as not to breathe the bad air.”
“ I wonder, Uncle,” said a little girl,
“if men will ever live to be five hun
dred or a thousand years old?" “ No,
my child," responded the old man,
“ that was tried once, and the race grew
so bad that the world was obliged to be
drowned.”
A Connecticut man recently said :
“ Lend me a dollar. My wife has left
me, and I want to advertise that I am
not responsible for her debts,”
VOL. Ill—NO. 36.
LETTER FROM CAROLINA.
Mess its. Editors : Perhaps these
rambling thoughts from “Carolina”
are wearying you ? If so. “ a hint” is
sufficient. This is the busy season
with that most honorable of all classes
—farmers. It really gladdens the heart
to see the plows running and the young
corn stretching its tender arms to catch
the dew and sunlight. But, as usual—
too much cotton. When will our people
learn to make less of it, and all their
supplies ? Some have even gone so
far as to put it on good bottom land.
This is absolutely wrong. Each farmer
should be sure to make enough to live
on, then what cotton he can. They
have heard this all their life. yet. like
other men, they are slow to learn some
things. How many of them ever pray
for rain ? “ I)o you mean to say that
rain will come in answer to prayer?”
Why not ? The Good One who guides
the sparrow’s flight as well as the travel
of a planet, can. and will, in answer to
earnest prayer, marshal the clouds and
water the thirsty ground. “ Prayer is
the small nerve that moves the muscles
of Omnipotence.” No wonder Mary
Queen of Scott,s said, “ I dread John
Knox's prayers more than an army of
ten thousand men.” The writer heard
a gentleman of veracity relate the fol
lowing : “In a certain neighborhood in
Georgia, the citizens became uneasy in
consequence of a protracted drought.
They’ determined to meet on a dav ap
poiiited at the church to pray specially
for rain. One man objected. He even
made sport of the whole thing. They
paid no attention to him, but met and
offered petition after petition for rain.
Phis wiseacre met with his neighbors
and said on the church grounds it was
4 all stuff.’ Before they reached home,
the heavy thunder was heard in the dis
tance, and ere the sun went down the
rain was falling all over the neighbor
hood, w ith the exception of this man’s
farm—not a drop fell on his plantation.”
There are many who believe in nothing
of the kind. Yes, and many who do
not believe in railroads, oi steamboats,
or improved agricultural implements,
but these improvements are here. So
are the facts of Christianity. Some
men thought Fulton was crazy while
working on the first steamer, but it was
a success. If he and those who laugh
ed at him could now stand side by side
before us, t,o whom in the group would
we look to find the fool ? Certainly
not to Fulton. Some men now are
trying to throw a coldness over Bible
teachings—but they are a success.
When the red bolts of the last day are
shivering the world it will be known
who the truly wise are, for “ they shall
shine as the stars forever and ever in
the kingdom of their Father.”
We have recently had trouble in our
midst, caused by a whisky wagon from
your side. The peace and quiet of the
holy Sabbath were disturbed, as I am
informed, by a drunken negro firing his
pistol several times in front of a white
man’s house. Of course he was ar
rested. The ring of the right metal is
in your Elberton correspondent “Au
diar.” He is right. Let the war on
whisky and pistols be pushed to the
gates. Let all good citizens promptly
report officers of the law who neglect
to arrest the illicit traders in whisky.
Let the whole country know that the
peace-loving, law-abiding people have
some rights that shall be respected. If
a man with small-pox pustules on his
body, or his blood flushed with yellow
fever should attempt to pass through
the country, how soon would he be for
bidden intercourse with the people.
Let these whisky-pistol men be as
promptly dealt with. Carolina.
Back Hair.
Scientific American.
False hair having come to be recog
nized ns a necessity of the modern female
existence, it may be of interest to learn
how this constantly increasing want is
supplied. Live hair, bought “on foot,”
(to use the technical term of the trade,)
constitutes but a very small percentage
of the stock in market, as there are few
women who are willing to part with
their locks for money, aod those who
have superfluous locks to spare grow
fewer and fewer year after year. When
secoud-lmnd tresses were needed merely
to furnish wigs for a few elderly ladies,
agents found no difficulty in securing a
sufficiency among the peasant maids of
Auvergne and Brittany. The present
demand, however, greatly exceeds the
supply, and it is asserted that Paris
alone more than all the available
crop in France, and that Marseilles (the
great center of the traffic in hair) deals
with Spain, the Orient and the two Sici
lies, for 40 tons a year of dark hair, of
which she makes upward of 65,000
chignons annually. Under the name
of “dead hair” are classed the “comb
ings,” which thrifty servant girls save
up and sell, the clippings of barber
shops, faded curls, worn out switches,
etc. The scavengers of every city, both
at home and abroad, value nothing
short of a silver spoon •among the refuse
so much as a snarl of combings, howev
er dirtv, as it will find a ready sale.
Such findings are afterwards washed
with bran and potash, carded, silted,
classed and sorted, and then made into 4
the cheap front curls, puffs and chignons
that abound in market. Much of this
enters into the cheaper grades of the
350,000 “pieces" annually made iu
France, of which enormous trade Eng
land is said to l>c the best customer, ami
America nearly ns good. Lute reports
of the commerce of Swntow, China, show
that a large export trade in “dead” hair
gathered in the stalls of barbers, sprang
up it) 1873, during which year 18,800
pounds were exported to bat rope. In
1875 the exjxtrts of this refuse arose to
134.001) pound-’, with a commercial val
ue of 825,000. It is an undoubted fact
that pauper corpses are often despoiled
of their hair to meet this same demand
of an increasing commerce. Those
then, who sport other than their own
natural locks, can never besurc whether
these arc redolent of the sepulchre, the
gutter or the servant girl's comb.
Mrs. Henry Ward Beecher ou Florida.
We take the following extract from
an article written by Mrs. Beecher and
published i:i the Christian Union, “on
March,” in which that month, as known
in the North is not complimented very
highly, writes thus of that month at
Mandarin, Florida:
“ Here, at Mandarin, Fla., in March,
we are breathing the perfumed air
and growing strong by feasting on the
Inscions oranges, freshly gathered from
trees laden with their fruitage and their
flowers at the same time. Here, in
March, wc are gathering roses and wild
flowers—eating strawberries, peas and
all summer vegetables. Discarding the
winter garments still needed at the
North, we sit by open windows or out
on the walk watching the brilliant moon
lighted St. Johns that flashes before us.
Is this a true story? Nav, verily, we
scarce believe it, so vividly do we recall
the severity of the weather we left be
hind us. It seems scarce a day since
we sat in our Northern parlor, with a
large furnace well heated, and a blazing
fire in the grate, yet with fingers so be
numbed with cold that we could scarce
hold our pen. The little ones, warmly
cloaked and hooded, running in from
the snow, half crying with the piercing
cold, and now we are writing of blos
soms, fruits and flowers, of gaudy at
tire. of open windows, moonlight walks,
needing neither shawls or bonnets!
We rubonr eyes—they surely are wide
open. We step on the veranda and
feel the bright warm sun, and see the
rich glossy, green leaves and golden
fruit all about us. From our window
we see the mocking birds and hear
them competing with the red bird for
the leadership of this voluntary choir.
An Applicant for a Pnlpit.
Detroit Free Pret.
Not far from Mason and Dixon’s line,
in the State of Indiana, there is a city,
and in that city there are four Presby
terian churches, all in good running or
der. It has been less than a year since
the pastor of one of the largest, richest
and most influential of these, gathered
together his earthly possessions and
strongly indicated his purpose to take
his departure to what seemed to Him a
more inviting field in the Northwest.
Among the great numberof applications
received was one from New York, but
being too indefinite the reverend gentle
man was requested to write a more de
tailed report of himself, which he did as
follows:
THE MINISTER’S LETTER.
New York, , 1878.
Dear Sir: —Have received your
note. Your inquiries are in order, and
I reply at once. lama Princeton Pres
byterian, of the sainted Dr. Hodges
type, a little past middle age, with eon
st.tution and health of the very host,
not married ; have been preaching over
fifteen years; am Scotch stock, with a
tinge of Scotch Irish and of Plymouth
Rock Puritans. The former needs
watching against fire, the latter against
the gulf stream of heresy. Am about
six feet and two inches tall, neither stout
or lean, as 180 pounds nvio dupois tes
tifies ; blue eves, side whiskers of fair
size, of genial turn, with a quick eye for
the humorous and ridiculous, and am
sure of three classes of friends —chil-
dren, darkies and dogs—the first because
I love them, the others because I treat
them kindly. As reading is not preach
ing, I preach ; my style is simple, direct,
and earnest, with the augmentive under
lying it. lam to give each hearer a
handle by wljjeh to hold the sermon and
keep it, hence I can’t repeat them. Most
of my sermons I write on two pages of
note paper, in a bold hand, with blue
arid blaek pencils, using five or six lan
guages, most of the mathematical signs,
and several arbitrary characters—a lan
guage of my own making. I write the
thoughts, Dot the words. None can
read them hut myself, then if the mind
trips I have this certain help before me
to recover myself by a glance of the eye,
and also to keep my sermons (the
thoughts), to reproduce them at will.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY MAY T. 1870.
While I have perfect freedom iu speak
ing, I try to strike thirty minutes, but
to do so huve to watch my watch. I
seldom see much sleeping in sermon
time, and when exchanging with the
brother Methodists, in their churches, i
often hear from the “amen corner.” As
to salary, fix it at the most you can, and
pay it on the day promised.
AN APRIL FOOL.
A Practical Joke on Fcrg-na O'Brien.
Philadelphia Trantrripl.
Fergus O’Brien, of Galway, Ireland, i
left the Queen's dominions and crossed
the blue waters with his wife and one
child, and the good ship that brought
them over landed her freight, living and
otherwise, safely at Castle Garden on a
stormy day, February, A. I)., one year
ago. After the usual preliminaries at
tending disembarkation, the emigrants
separated, going to the North, South
and West. The Pennsylvania railroad
brought Fergus and his little family to
Philadelphia, and after he lmd found a
residence for his w>fc and ehild, which
domiciliary location consisted of two
rooms on Front street, he was not long
getting into employment himself.
Now, Mrs. Fergus had a female cousin
who live<l in part of the same house,
and who was an incorrigible practical
joker. Accordingly when the first of
April came around, she decided to fool
cousin Fergus. She laid her plans so
as to have Mrs. O'Brien out of the way
for the morning, and then sent a lad
with a note to Fergus, where he was
employed as stevedore, which read
thus:
“ Dear Cousin :—Accept my congrat
ulations. You are a fayther. Come
up at onct.
From your mindful Cousin, Katie.
P. S. —It's a foine boy, and weighs
beynnt twenty pounds.”
While the boy was gone with the note
Katie made haste to borrow a negro
baby of eight months old, and wrap
ping it hastily in extemporated gar
ments, she deposited it in the big wil
low clothes basket, and sat it before the
fire. Then she proceeded to gather In
the neighbors to witness the effect of
her joke. Not a minute too soon either,
for by the time the last one had got
safely stowed away, Fergus came up
the stops, clearing four at a leap.
“ Let me seethe spalpeen—the bye,”
said he.
“ Hist!” says Katie, “ ye’ll wake
him. It’s slapin’ lie is. Now don’t
make a stir, and I’ll let yer pape at
him.”
But caution came too late, for the
strong lungs of the eight-months-old
“ moke ” sat up a tremendous racket.
“That's an O'Brien,” says Fergus,
clapping his hands. “ Slither o’ Moses,
what an appetite he hey got wid his
voice! lie could be harkin’ of the
hounds alriddy, in ould Galway. Be
gorra, but I’ll say cf he knows his
faythcr.”
He had picked the basket up to car
ry it to the window, when the young
African, having got his hands free,
marie short work of the wrapping about
his face.
“ Terra and 'ounds !” said Fergus, ns
he dropped the basket, “is that ruy
spalpeen? Is that a freeborn Amirikin
citizen? Is that what I kirn to this
blessed country fur, to be the faythcr
of a nagur, and myself not naytcral
ized? Is it my jooty to kiss hi in, say?
llowly Moses ! lint it’s a hard one.”
He stooped to the task, however, but
it was too much.
“ Be the sod of ould Ireland, but his
breath smells like onions and wet dog
mixed. What a brither he’ll make to
his white sister. But where is Aileen?
Aileen, acushla. acushla! Why did 3011
make me fayther of a nagur? Look at
1 his ligs, as crooked as two rainbows
spliced together. It’s not himselfcould
ivver stop a pig in a lane, at all, at all.”
Thinking that the joke had gone far
enough. thfcvjovial cousin now told him
it was an “ April Fool.”
“ It's no fool at all! Nivver an O’
Brien was born a fool. It’s an O'Brien
all over, savin’ the color, and he can’t
help that.”
Aileen made her timely appearance
here, and denied the maternity. The
house was cleared in a trice, and Fer
gus has one less of his wife’s relations
to entertain.
Drunkenness in Norway and Sweden
is cured in the following manner :
The drunkard is put in prison, and
his only nourishment is bread soaked
in wine. During the first day the
prisoner receives the bread and wine
with much pleasure. On the second
day the food is not so acceptable. Af
ter that he takes his food with great re
pugnance. In general, eight or ten
days of this treatment suffices to pro
duce such a disgust for liquor that tire
unhappy man is compelled to absolute
abstinence. After leaving prison, his
drunkenness is radically cured, with an
occasional exception, and the odor of
of liquor produces an invincible repul
sion.—Philadelphia Press.
A woman's weepins—Tears.
WHOLE NO. UO.
Anecdote of Ben Butler.
I\'aehinqtoH VepUal.
Ben Butler was called on by a per
son who wanted to have a talk with
him.
“ Mr. Butler,” Raid he, “ one of my
neighbor’s cows jumped my garden gate
last night and completely rleatroyed mv
flower beds. The gate was of the height |
required by law, and was closed. Now, ]
I wish to know whether I can obtain
damages?”
“Most assuredly," replied the wid- j
ow’s friend.
“ Well, Mr. Butler, how much?"
“ Oh, abent ten dollars."
“But, Mr. Butler,” (triumphantly)!
“ the cow was yours.”
“Ah,” said Mr. Butler, thoughtfully,!
and he looked unutterablo things out i
of his bad eye. Then he turned to his
desk, scratched off a few lines on a
piece of paper and handed it to his vis
itor. It was in the form of an account,
and read as follows :
* • B. F. Butler to Mr. , dr : To
damages caused by a cow. $10; by le
gal advice, er., sls ; balance due me,
$5.”
“ Mr, ," says Mr. Butler, soft
ly, “ you needn’t hurry about the pay
ment.”
A Cheerful Heart.
A merry or cheerful countenance was
one of the tilings which Jeremy Taylor
said his enemies and prosecutors could
not take from him. There are some
persons who spend their lives in this
world as they would spend their lives
if shut up in a dungeon. Everything
is made gloomy and forbidding. They
go mourning and complaining from day
to day that they ha\e so little, and are
constantly anxious lest what little they
have should escape out of their hands.
They look always upon the dark side,
and can never enjoy the g<x>d that is
present for the evil that is to come.
This is not religion. Religion makes
the heart cheerful, and when its large
and benevolent principles are exercised,
men will be happy in spite of them
selves. The industrious bee does not
complain that there are so many poison
ous flowers and thorny branches in bis
road, but buzzes on, selecting the honey
where he can find it, and passing quiet
ly by the place where it is not. There
is enough in this world to eomplain
about and find fault with, if men have
the disposition. We often travel on a
hard and uneven road; but with a
cheerful spirit, wc may walk therein
with comfort, and come to the cud of
our journey in peace.
Keep Your Troubles Sacred.
A worthy wife of forty years’ stand
ing, and whose life was not made up of
sunshine and peace, gave the following
sensible advice ton married pair of her
acquaintance. The advice is so good
and so well suited to all married (tcople,
as well as those who intend entering that
state, that wc publish it lor the benefit
of such persona:
“ Preserve sacredly the privacies of
your own house, your married stale and
your heart. Let no father or mother,
brother or sister ever presume to come
between you two or to share the joys
arid sorrows that belong to you two
alone. With God’s help you build your
own quiet world, not allowing your dear-;
est earthly friend to be the confidant of
aught thut concerns your domestic peace.
Let moments of alienation, if they oc
cur, be healed at once. Never, no never
speak of it outside, but to each other con
fess, and nil will come out right. Never
let the morrow’s sun still find you at
variance. Review and renew your vow,
it will do you good, and thereby your
souls will grow together, cemented in
that love which is stronger than death,
and you will become truly one.”
Detroit Free Press: Recently while
walking through Dugan square, a mel
ancholy individual with an umbrella,
and a wart on his nose, approached and
said :
“ Stranger, do I look's though I be
longed to the whisky ring?"
We thought not.
“Do I look’s though I stole little
Charlie Ross?"
Wc said “ No.”
“ Do I look's though I busted up Hell
Gate?”
He didn’t.
‘‘Then, stranger, gnze into these pen
sive eyes, and tell me —oh, tell me truly
—what’s the state of your financial con
dition?”
We told him.
“Do vou think ten cents would break
you?”
We thought it would.
“Then, stranger," he said, “ go back
to your mucilage and shears, for I recog
nize in you a brother editor.”
“ Fellow-Citizens,” said a local candi
date, “ there are three topics that now
agitate the State —greenbacks, taxes
and the penitentiary- I shall pass over
the first two ve:y briefly, as my senti
ments are well known, aud come to the
penitentiary, where I shall dwell for
some time.”
Bonypart of the finny tribe—Shad.
FAITHFUL I NTO HEATH.
A touching story is narrated in con
nection with the execution of Walter
Watson, at Highland, Indiana, recently,
for the murder of Kara Compton. The
parties had quarreled about the charge
of a qnnrter of a dollar for some soap
made by Compton, who was a store
keeper. The wife of Watson, to whom
lie had been Init a year married, endeav
ored to restrain him from the quarrel,
but her entreaties failed. A week beforo
the execution Mrs. Watson visited the
Governor, with her babe in her arms,
and made a strong personal appeal for
mercy, but that official declined to in
terfere because the sentence had been
confirmed by the Supreme Court. The
faithful wife was a daily visitor to her
husband’s cell, and joined him in fer
vent prayers for forgiveness. During
the last night most of the time she sat
on his Knee breathing words of love and
encouragement, or nt his feet caressing
his hands. He was truly a penitent,
and expressed himself ns having made
pence with God. As the time approach
ed for the execution, she was for a mo
ment overcome, and fell on her hus
band's neck iu uncontrollable anguish,
hut suddenly she raised her flaxen head
and assisted in arraying him for hia
doom. She had contributed a nec k-tie
and a pair of slippers, nnd put them on
him with a fierce determination that
j overmastered her agony. Hhe combed
Ids hair, and seeing nil was ready, said
she would go with him. All present re
-5 monstrated with her, in which the min
ister joined. Her reply was a rebuke
that few women would have ventured :
“ I should not have expected this from
a minister. When I was married I
promised to cleave to my husband for
better or for worse. I promised this to
a minister, and I am going to keep my
word ns far us God will let me.” On
reaching the gallows the pnir soon to be
sundered mounted the steps hand in hand.
I I'hcv were seated side hv side over fho
: fatal trap. She again took his hand
I and sobbed with her little head resting
! upon his shoulder, while the minister
j made the closing prayer.
Meanwhile the culprit sat in his clmir
j unmoved. A hcart-brokeu wife waa
I subbing on his bosom, strong men sob
bed, Imt the man about to ue bunged
seemed an uninterested spectator of the
absorbing scene of which he was the
central figure. For fully five minutes
he sat there without the least perceptible
twitch of a muscle. There was no bra
vado in bis composure ; it was the calm
ness of resignation. At the close of tba
religious exercises the two s toes I up. ami
for the last time she embraced her hue
band, kissed him passionately, nnd with
“ good-bye Walter,” stepped back and
fell into the arms of the good Christian
ladies who were there to receive her.
The last words of the unhappy man wera
a fervent prayer for mercy and for
heavenly aid to his poor wife. At tho
Sheriff's house she saw the remains of
her husband in iiis coffin, and kissing
! his lips and arranging his hair, turned
away with a look of woe and said, “ I
can cry no more ; I have no more tears.
God have mercy ou me and my littla
baby."
An hour later the coffin was in an
East bound train, accompanied by the
wife. At Richland, a bleak station 7
miles front this point, it was deposited
nit the barren ground, und as the train
moved on only one other person liesido
the widow waa in charge. The face that
broken-hearted woman turned up to the
occupants of the passing train, most of
whom had seen the hanging, will haunt
many in their dreams.
Confederate Soldiers’ Association.
ChrrmicU and Conirtitutionalut■
Inquiries from various parts of the
country make it proper to state that any
Confederate soldier, wherever he may
be, is entitled to membership in the
Confederate Survivors’ Association
which lias its headquarters in this city.
The organization is not at all local in
its nature or connections ; on the con
trary, it has members on its roll who
now live throughout Georgia and Caro
lina and other States, even in New
York and New Jersey and in Europe.
The Association is spreading rapidly;
and its members are active and ener
getic in promoting its interests. The
number on the rolls is now verging on
to 300, with new applications coining in
dai!}’.
l'apcrs throughout tiie country will
please give this notice a place, stating
that all any old soldeir has to do is to
send his name to “Mr. Berry Benson,
Secretary C. S. A., Augusta, Ga.,” and
a blank application will be forwarded to
him promptly. The expense is light—
-50 Cents initiation fee, and 50 cents a
quarter for regular dues.
Newspapers please copy.
Despise not thy mother when she is
old. Age may wear and waste a moth
er’s beauty, strength, senses and estate;
but her relation as mother is as the sun
when it goes forth in its might, for it is
always in tire meridian and knoweth no
evening. The person may be gray
haired, but motherly relation is always
in its bloom. It may autumn, yea,
winter, but with t ire mother it is always
spring. Alas! how little do we appre
ciate a mother’s tenderness while liv
ing! But when she is dead and gone—■
when the cares and coldness of this
world come withering to our heart—
then it is that we think of the mother
that, we have lost.
When a man is deeply, madly, irre
vocably in love, even the air seems filled
with lumps of sugar, while the shingles
on the house that contains his Dulcinea
look Ike sheet* of toffy.
