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Agricultural Department. EDITED Itr TilE SECIIKTA H V OF [Mi usrt exit sty suniriLTiur. SOCIETY. For the Fence or ovr Fathers. Agricultural Editor Tim Sun t I avail myself of the privilege offer ed by you, t say n few words on the subject of “ Fence, or No Fence.” Those of us who arc opposed to any change in our present status have kept silent on the subject, for the reason that we have been busily engaged on our farms, while some few, who are neither farmers, land or stock owners, with the exception of a horse and a dog (“ D. and No Fence ”), having nothing else to do, are discussing the subject through your columns. Now, I think the time has come when those who will be either gainers or losers by the change should speak; so that people at a distance should not be deceived as to our opin ions and feelings on the subject. It always has been a little strange to me, that whenever anew question arises that those least affected by it take the most interest in it and pretend to know more al>out it than those whose inter ests will be most affected by it. Now. sir, I ask the question : if you wanted a house built, would you go to a tailor to get it done ? or, if you wanted a doctor, would you go after a tinker ? I think you would not. Then, if you want information in regard to farming 1 or stock-raising, do you go to a brick mason or well-digger to get it ?—cer tainly not. Now, sir, those writing in favor of no fence (“ D. anil No Fence 1 ') are about as familiar with farming as a tinker is of doctoring; yet they are the greatest advocates of the no fence law. They are neither interested in or acquainted with it, neither will the change affect them. They will be nei ther gainers or losers by it, yet they profess to be Solomons on the subject: they profess to have all the knowledge of farming, stock-raising &e„ while they say the farmer knows nothing about it—that he is ignorant of his own interest, while they, the no fence men, and especially “ D. and no fence,” have never seen its effects and know npthing of the operation, or conven ience or inconvenience of the change. Nor have they given any attention to but one side of the subject, and that the side of their choice; neither do they want to. They never have been in South Carolina to inform themselves, nor will they go, so that they can give an impartial judgment. Now, sir, I know of some men of Hart County, and farmers at that, who have visited South Carolina to see for themselves, and their report is that everything looks like death and desolation, and they are opposed to the law to the bitter end. The law may suit South Carolina, if so let them have it. I have nothing against her nor her people; they are brave, generous and kind, and amongst them I number some of mv best friends —not an enemy. But that is no rea son for us to follow Iheir example. That which may save the life of one man might under other circumstances kill another. Now, those who advo cate the law give no reason for its adop tion but mere assertion, hearsay and opinion—neither of which is proof or evidence of fact. No court will allow a witness to give as evidence what he has heard from others, or believes, hut simply what he has seen and knows of himself. Now, gentlemen of the No Fence, tell us what you know, and how yon know it, and if you saw it; not that which you got from hearsay or opinions of others; but get on the stand and tell what you know by experience, hav ing seen it with your own eyes, or hav ing done it with your own hands. Then we will attempt to answer you. No man is compelled to prove his in nocence until he is proved guilty. Therefore you have no right to demand of us our objections to a thing which you have not proved to exist. Give us facts and figures, and show to us that the change you advocate is a necessity, then we will submit or give 30U our rea sons why we do not. Now, gentlemen, the proposed change will not be as lit tle an affair as some imagine (it looks like many other things, pretty in print, but when tried found to be very differ ent), but one, if found to be wrong, will take years to right, and one that will incur great loss to the farmer, the only one directly interested ; while “ I). and No Fence” will not be affected by the change, having nothing to gain or lose, nor will be inconvenienced by it. Therefore, my advice to the farmer is to look well before you leap, and know for a certainty whose advice you take ; for if you fail, great will be the fall. • Old Fogy. A Good Wife. In the eighty-fourth year of his age, Dr, Calvin Chapin wrote of his wife as follows: u My domestic enjoyments have been, perhaps, as near perfection as the human condition permits. She made ray home the pleasantest spot to me on earth. And now that she is gone, my worldly loss is perfect.” How many poor fellows would be sav ed from suicide, from the penitentiary and the gallows every year, had they been blessed with such a wife, “She made my home tiie pleasantest spot to me on earth.’* What a grand tribute to that woman's love, and piety, and com mon sense 1 There was only one man who was not spoiled by being lionized. His name was Daniel. The Hartwell Sun. By BENSON & McGILL. VOL. Ill —NO. 40. THE Fl .XKY S.H\U BOY- H. C. DODGE. The room it was hot. And the room it was school; So the schoolmaster got Fast asleep on his stool. While the scholars were having a frolic. Bereft of all reason and rule. When a ball, badly aimed. Struck the schoolmaster's noae, Which was lone and quite famed For its terrible blows; Then he scowled on those innocent acholars. In a way he could scowl when he chose. •* Come hither, my child. Thou art writing I see ;” And the schoolmaster smiled, *• Come now right on my knee ; The up-strokes, you see. are made lightly. The down-strokes are heavy and free!” While the small boy was tanned, Came his laughter—a roar, And the teacher. s bland. Was so vexed and he swore; For the way that awful boy giggled. Was something unheard of before. The teacher was heat And deprived of his wind, So he stood on his feet. That small boy. who just grinned. And who shook with a mirth that was jolly. And felt of his back which was skinned. “Now tell me. my son, Ete this rod 1 employ Once again for thy fun. Why this wonderful joy ?” “ Such a joke," cried the lad. wild with laughter. “ You're whipping—ha !ha !—the wrong boy.” ’Tis not for man to trifle; life is brief, And sin is here ; Our age is but the falling of a leaf— A dropping tear. Not many lives, out only one have we— One, only one; How sacred should that one life be— That narrow span.” She told His Fortune. Detroit Free Prest. “ This is the station, is it !” he ask ed, as they opened the door of cell No. 5 at the Central and waved him in. “ Yes.” “ Then I'm the same as iu jail, am I?” ** Yon are.” “ All right ! This is the last gol darned time I’ll believe anybody under oath ! So go ahead with vour old bas tile business.” He was a young man of 24, wearing ing his overalls in his boot-legs, and before coming to town he had broken off a twig from a peach tree and placed the blossoms behind his hat band and over his left ear. “ Hast thou been deceived ?” in quired our reporter, as the officer got through locking the cell door. “ Hast I ? Well, you'd better bet I hast I! I’m a reg'lar eight rail fence blown flat by a tornado! I'm going to commit the suicide when I get out o' this, I am !” A chew of tobacco and a few kind words opened his heart, and he ex plained : “ You see, I lost my dog in town the other day, and I came in this mornings to find him. Dad, the darned old bass wood, told me to call on a fortune-teller and find out who stole Tige, and I was fool enough to do it—f-o-o-1 enough to do it! I called on a woman back up here about a mile, gin her two dollars, and says I, Where’s Tige ? He’s up here in a Dutchman’s yard, says she. Did he steal him? says I. He did, says she. Then I'll bust his head, says I. You will marry rich, have lots of hap piness, live to be a hundred years old and go to Heaven when you die, says she, and she stopped rolling her eyes and hawked on to them twodollars like a turkey on a ’tater-bng.” And you found Tige ?” “ You hold on ! I found the Dutch man, and says I, Where's my dog ? I don’t know, says he. You're a liar, says I, and with that we had it which and t'other, and he had just flung me out doors when the constable came along and nailed me.” “ Well ?” “ Well, I’m in a nice fix, lam ! Tige gone, two dollars gone, me in the jug and dad planting corn with a blind ej’e and a lame back ! We're a nice fami ly, take us all in a heap, and you go out and bet ten to one we are 1 No, you can’t help me any, ’less you want to leave me a lead pencil. I feel like composing a poem on a fool, and I'll write it on the wall here. Good-bye, Mister —come back in an hour and I'll have a poem done and be in mv grave, rnebbe, tor I can't bear up under more’n a wagon load of woe. A Capital Illustration. A darkey in Louisiana was recently discussing the question of negro equal ity, to which he is bitterly opposed. He said: , , “My friends God a roity made ue white man white. He made de black man black ; nobody can’t make em nuf fin else. You know de turkey he roost on de fence, and de goose he roost on de ground. You pull a turkey off a fence, and he gets up agaiu. You crop his wings, byt somehow or nudder, he is a gwine to get back on de fence. Now, ! von put de goose on de fence and he fall HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY JUNE 4. 1879. off, he don’t b'long dar. Now dat’s white mau and niggah; white mnu roost on de fence, niggah on de ground.” Douglass’ Speech—Sound Sense. Marshal Douglass recently delivered a speech in Stnuuton, Vn. in which he gives his race some good advice, and ad dressed some wholesome remarks to the whites present. The lecture was largely attended hy the most cultivated white people of the place, who warmly congratulated the speaker upon the conclusion of his lec ture on “ Self-made Men,” which occu pied over two hours. He advised his colored brethren not to trust to Provi dence and prayer, but to go to work honestly, systematically, and conscien tiously. He himself had prayed for three long years that freedom might come to him, but it never came until prayers got down into his legs and car ried him nwav. He believed in helping no man who was aide to help himself, and advised the colored people to be dili gent, industrious, economical, clean in their persons and honest in their deal ings, and to stay where they are. He deprecated the exodus from tne South, saying that the warm climate was the best for them, and that one of the most unfortunute predicaments that can he imagined is ‘‘a negro in a snow hank.” It don’t look right, “colors don’t blend harmoniously,” “stay whore you are,” said (he lecturer, “and so conduct your self that men will he bound to respect you —work with head and hands—seek to acquire knowledge as well as proper ty, and in time you may have the honor of going to Congress, for if the negro can stand Congress, Congress ought to be able to stand the negro.” Addressing himself to the white peo ple present, Marshal Douglass said : “ These negroes are among you and will remain with you. You need not expect them to die out like the Indians. They are too fond of civilizing influence for that. An Indian is contented with a blanket, and while a negro’s ambition is a swallow-tailed coat; the Indians don’t like churches and steeples, while the negro thinks the higher the steeple the nearer heaven. They are essential ly imitative, and if by their efforts they seek u> raise itiemselves rrom poverty and attain to excellence of good citizen ship, give them a chance. Sell them lands, and let them be honest, industri ous and systematic, and you will your selves reap the reward, for 011 the trade winds of eternal justice there will come to this laud a peace and prosperity it has never known before.” A Blander and its Reward. During his first visit to Paris, M. La salle, a distinguished German, presented himself at the house of a well-known lady, to whom he sent letters of intro duction in advance. When the servant opened the door and received his card she conducted him to the lioudior and -told him to be seated, saying: “ Madame will come immediately.” Presently the lady entered. She was in dishabille and her feel were bare, covered only with loose slippers. She bowed to him carelessly, and said : “ Ah, there you are ; good morning.” She threw herself on the sofa, let fall a slipper, and reached out toLasalleher very pretty foot. Lis die was naturally completely as tounded, but he remembered that at his home in Germany it was the custom sometimes to kiss a lady’s hand, and he supposed it was the Paris mode to kiss her foot. Therefore he did not hesitate to imprint a kiss upon the fascinating foot so near him, but he could not avoid saying, “ I thank you, madame, for this new method of making a lady’s acqitain- tanee. It is much better and certainly more generous than kissing the hand. The lady jumped up, highly indig nant. “ Who are you sir, and what do .you mean?” He gave his name, “ You are uot, then, a corn doctor?” “ I am charmed to say, madame, that I am not.” “ But you scut me the corn doctor’s card.” It was true. Lasalle in the morn ing had picked up the card of a corn doctor from his bureau and put it in his |KX-ket. This without glancing at he had given to the servant, who had taken it to her mistress. There was nothing to do hut laugh over the joke, I saw Dr. Mary Walker to-day. She was attired, so far as I could see. just like any other man. A nicely fitting black cloth frock coat of a strictly mas culine pattern made up the outer wo man. His hat was of brown straw, and she had on a standing collar and black cravat. Iler shirt front (I sup pose it was a shirt) was pleated and neat, and snowy. I don’t think upon reflection that he could have had on a corset. Didn't look so at any rate. She carried a cane in one hand and a parasol in the other. His coat came down below her knees, and its hair was cut so as to just about hide his coat collar. She exerted a good deal of at tention as he always does, I am in- Devoted to Hart County. George MV. Williams. Her J. B. Martin in Springfield ICepulUcan. When George W. Williams, the Charleston millionaire, was a young man, he became a partner in a wholesale grocery house iu Augusta, Ga. The sale of liquors was a leading featureaud principal part of the business carried on by the firm. The tiling went on until the death of a man was traced to a bar rel of whisky that had gone out from that establishment. Being well ground ed in the principles of religion and tem perance, Williams was shocked and dis tressed hy the sad event, and determin ed to free himself from further complic ity iu the destruction of human life hy tucano'of the liquor traffic. He put his foot down on that branch of their busi ness. and declared that no more liquor should be sold by the firm of which lie was a member. Friends remonstrated, alleging that the house chiefly made its money through the sale of liquors, and that if this traffic were discontinued the concern would break. Williams stood firm, the sale of liquors was abandoned, but the business of the house, instead of declining, increased. Williams afterwards removed to Charleston, and has been steadily pros perous, until he ranks among the rich est men of the South. Was not Wil liams right? If so, does not the anal ogy between fire-w ater aud fire arms fur nish ground for inferring that a similar moral obligation binds the manufacturer and seller of pistols to abstain from mak ing and vending them? If the death of a human being can be traced to a pistol that went out from a certain man ufactory or place of merchandise, ought nos the party that made or sold the wea pofi to feel that he had a share in the act of destroying the life of that person, that his soul is burdened with the guilt of comolicitv iu the deed, and that he ought to retrain from participation in such crimes in the future? A Great Cause of Depression. Wanhington Cai<ital. lii view of the unhappy condition of affairs in Great Britain a national cau cus was held to investigate the same with respect to discovering its prime cause. The result of this investigation will he of equal interest to America as to the United Kingdom ; for our habits, as our language, are alike, and the same social mistakes of life are common to each and both nations. After careful inquiry and search, the positive fact was ascertained that a useless luxurious con dition was the active agent that tripped up the heels of industry, and alcohol was the same. It was found to be an astounding fact that during the past four years the amount of money expended in Great Britain for intoxicating drink amounted to no less than two billion seven hundred and seventy-eight million one hundred and sixty thousand dollars. 'I bis is but forty millions less than the sum total of the foreign trade of the country. In 1830 there were hut 50,000 public houses in England ; to-day there are 200,000 — an evidence of the enterprise of the day. If the amouutof money foolishly ex pended in intoxicating drinks was dc ployed in regular liue of trade, it would vastly increase business, aud send a flowing current through the now sluggish and stagnant ponds of trade. Luxury in its best shape is bad; in its worst, as in this, destructive, demor alizing and to he abominated. Few men who habitually drink will deny that their bar expenses are largely in excess of the entire cost of supporting a family. And, cui bono? Except false stimulus, that reacts in inattention to business, chronic dyspepsia and con tinued ill healtii. formed, but took it very quietly and behaved very proparly. Ho was clean shaved, by nature, and won* a pair of clflhe fitting black kid gloves. She was talking with one or two other wo men. and I must confess that her sober attire compared very favorably in the eye of (mprejudicini reason, with their flounces and feathers and furbelows and ribbons.— C. McK. in News A- Courier. We are not total abstinence nor puri tanical, but it is the business of all men, and the office of all sensible people, to decry useless and injurious excess. And certainly none in the records of folly ex ceeds the absurd and injurious use of in toxicants. A Texas Horse Trader. There is some humor in Texas. The other day a man brought out a forlorn, spavined-looking steed, and addressed the spectators thus: “ Fellow-citizens, this is the famous horse Dandy Jack. Look at him. He’s perfect. If he were sent to the horse maker nothing could be done for him. What shall 1 have for the matchless steed 7” “ What will you take for him?” yelled the crowd. “ Two hundred dollars.” “ Give you $5.” “Take him. I never let $195 stand between me and no horse trade.” That’s business. $1.50 Per Annum. WHOLE NO. 144. Blowcd Up. Detroit Fret I'rett The other day a muscular young fel low, having an odor of the stables about, him, entered a Detroit photogra pher’s establishment and explained that lie would like to have about one photo graph taken, hut on learning the price lie concluded to invest In a tin-type. After taking his scat in the chair, he shut np one eye. drew his mouth round one side, stuck up his nose aud patient ly waited for the operator, whose as tonishment caused him to exclaim : “ Good gracious ! but you don’ want Ito look that way to get a picture. No body will know you from Sitting Bull.” “ You go ahead,” was the reply. “ Do you want me to take such a phiz as that !*” I ” I do.” The artist took it. It heat Sol Smith Russell all to pieces, and was highly satisfactory to the sitter, who paid for I it and said : “ You see, I hail a sort of object in this. Came licre from Allegan County six months ago—engaged to a gal out , there—found a gal here I like better— got to sever old ties-—see f” “ But what has that picture got (o do with old ties ?” asked the art ist. “ Lots—heaps ! I’ve writ to her that I was Mode up here on a boat and dis figgered for life. She’s awful proud. When she gits this and sees how that explosion wrecked me. she ll hunt an other lover quicker’n wink—see ? How do you like the plot ? Just gaze on this picture once and then tell me that Mary Ann won’t send back m3’ love letters by first train I” He posted the picture. The letter was brief, but explained all. It said : “ My Ewer Dear Gurl—l inclozo my pickture that you may see how offul bad I was hurt, tho* I know you will luv me just the same.” “ Pwer see that game worked afore ?” he asked of the artist as he licked the stamp on the letter. “ No—never did.” ’Course you never did. It's mine. It struck me the other day while I was greasin’ a wagon, and I think it’s boss. Blode up—see ? Disfiggered for life —see ? Picture right here to prove it, .•a •” •• last concluded to yield to her parents wishes and marry a 3'oung man out there who owns eleven steers, a hun dred sheep and an eighty-acre lot. New York Sim on Hill aud Stephens. A Washington correspondent of a Republican journal thinks he has put Senator Benjamin Hill of Georgia in a bad light, by showing that he was an early and zealouss secessionist. We differ entirely with this writer. His view of the subject is wrong. We think Mr. Hill has placed him self in a most odious position by pre tending that while, lie fought for the Confederacy he was at, heart always a Union man. We despise a man who will fight against his own convictions. He might bravely die a martyr to his po litical faith; but to t ake up arms on the other side is detestable. The truth is, this Washington correspondent, by’ proving that Mr. Hill was at heart a rebel, puts Mr. Hill in a better attitude than his own professions of Unionism had left him. So of Alexander If. Stephens. For him we have always felt a supreme con tempt, because while he matte loud pro fessions of being a Union man he could accept the Vice-Presidency of the Southern Confederacy'. Sucli a two sided, double-dealing, shallow, hollow hearted mail deserves only to be de spised. We would rather nestle dofcn —for we should feel ourselves in com parative security—with a thousand hot blooded, red-handed downright rebels, than witti one lizzard like Alexander Stephens, And even if we were far less secure, we should expect to be shot in the front instead of receiving a stab under the fifth rib, preceded by the words, Art thou in health, my Brother ? Wouldn’t You I Mr. Bacon, of Edgefield, S. C., the hero of the “Georgia Scenes,” under the name of “Ned Brace,” was courting a lady in Georgia or South Carol ma. She had refused him frequently, and he as often repeated his suit. Atone inter view she became exceedingly annoyed at his importunity, and told him that she could not marry him; that their tastes, opinions, likes and dislikes were totally different; “in fact,” she said, “ Mr. Bacon, I don't think there is one subject on earth upon which we agree.” “ I assure you, madam, that you are mistaken, and I can prove it.” “If you mention one thing about which we agree, I will marry you.” “ Well,” said Mr. Bacon, “I will do it. Sup [wise, now, you and I were trav eling together; wcarrive at a hotel, and there are only two beds vacant; in one there is a man, and in theothera woman, which bed would you select to sleep in?” She arose indignantly, and replied : “ With the woman, of course, sir.” “So would I," earnestly replied Mr. Baccu Advice to a Voting Lady l® B*e £h*lr. Deer Misd—>ThiS‘ fa Ar Important epock in your life. The Ist thing to make a good qnire slrtger H try a little. * w Pat your hair in kirl papers every Friday night soze to have it In good shape Smid 113’ nrornhrcf. If your dad is rich you can buy some store hnfr. If he is very rich buy some more A build it high np Into your head ; then git a high-priced lionnit that runs tip very high at the high part of it. Thljt will help yon to sing high, as soprau# is the highest part. When the tone is give out don’t pay attention to it, but ask the nearest, young man what it is, and then giggle. Giggle a good eel. Whisper to the girl next to yon that Fm. Jones, which sits on the 8d seet from the front from the left hand side, has her bunnit trimmed with the same color exact she had last year, and then pnt np your hook to your face A giggl*. Object to every tune nnles the*e is a solow into it for the soprano. Coff and hem a good deel before you begin to sing. When yon sing a solow shake year head like you was trying to shake the artillsliels off your bunnit, aud when yon cum to a high tone brace yourself back a little, twist your head to on side and open vour month the widest on that side, shut the eye on tlio same side jest n triphcl, and then put in for deer life. When the preacher gets under hed way with his preach in write a note on to the blank leaf into the fourth part of your note book. That’s what the, blank leaf was made for. Git some body to pass tho note to somebody else, and you catch them when they r**d it and then giggle. If ennybodv talks or laffs inthccoti gregasliun, and the preacher takes noti* of it, that's a good time to giggle, and you ought to giggle a great deel. Tho preacher darsent say anything to you lickaus you are in the quire, and ho can run the meeting-house to both ends with the quire. If you had abo before 3’ou went into the quire give him the mitten—you ought to have sumbody better now. Don’t forgit to giggle Josh Billings. The Negro Exodus. Albany (Ga.) Seict. The following is from Howard Bunts, Jr., colored, editor of the National Watchman, a former representative of Dougherty county in the legislature, and a prominent loader of his race iu this section : “ The time has come when wc must stand up for our people, or see them ruined liefore our eyes. It is well known and thousands are preparing to go West and North. If wo had been.in Wash ington holding office, or in some other good place, we would say go, but be cause wo have been compelled to suffer with them we say stay. We do not know an}’more about Mississippi ami Louisi ana than that stated in papers, but ac cording to what they have suffered since leaving lheHoutli leads us to believe they need a Gideon and a three hundred more than they do a Moses. Col. Hook er, of New York, proposes to send 100,- 000 colored men to New York, 60,000 to Ohio, and 75.000 to Indiana, in order to carry the Presidential election next year. We ask our ministers of the gos pel and leading meu generally if they will besilent, and let this wholesale mur der go on? Do you not know it you seethe enemy coming and fail to warn the people and they he slain, that their Mood will be required at your hands? Do you not know that after the election, wnethor the President be Republican or Democratic, that some kind of'.Southern policy will lead Congress to pass an act to drive the negro back to the South? Are wc to be the laughing stock of the world forever? God forbid. The Noah's Ark Baptist Church (col ored) of Louisville, tried one of its members for profanity the otheT day. Next to the pastor he was the most prominent man in the church. One brother testified that, as he was gwine on to his work Monday momin’ he hecred n mouty racket, he did, down toward Brudder Jimson's. “ An* I says, says I, fo’ God, whut's dat ? Is de commnners riz up and broke loose ? An* I crep’ long up side de fence I did, and kinder peeped over, an’ bless do Lawd ef I didn’t see Brudder Jimson out dar in de garden by hissef a-swarin* an’ a-perfftnityin’ an' a-rippin' out oafs as if the very old paudeloninra had a-holt of him !” Other witnesses gave in similar testimony. Brother Jimson then rose and calmly said : “ I would like to ax if de Lawd didn’t make red pepper ?” The pastor replied that he did. “I would like to ax if he didn’t make it to to be planted in de groan’?” The pastor said ho did. “ I would like to ax if lie didn’t make it to come up ?” The pastor said he did. “ I would like to ax if he didn't make it so as it will not come up ef de pusson who plants it ain’t a-cuss’m’ like blazes when he puts it in de groun’?” A sigh of relief fluttered up from the congregation. The pastor scratched his head, eyed his big toe, and then inquired : “ An - was vou a plantin’ of pepper, Brudder Jira- son?” “I was.” “Well, sir, l re nounces you not guilty." Having a home that is all preaching and no pleasure —all duty and no fun —is a dull old tread-mill which will drive the children away sooner or later. The first white child born in Minne sota is now 2t> years old.