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Agricultural Department. EDITED Hr Tin: SECI'ETA HT OP THE UAHT Ci‘r\ir 4>. Uteri, lieu, societt. 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.