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Agricultural Department. EDITED Bt THE BECkIr.iKY~OI TwiT UAKT COVSTY MitiICVLTUAL (SOCIETY. Communication# relating to crops or to fnntting arc. respectfully solicited. In sending them please address Secre tary Agricultural Society, Hartwell, Ga. Newton W. Stephenson of Lincoln county, made 75 bushels of oats per acre on 15 acres of bottom land on Sa vannah River, manured with peas turn ed under last fall, making on threshing out 1,125 bushels of fine oats. During the past week there have been fine rains at and around Hartwell and in many portions of the county. The prospect now is that a fine season and general rain will pass over the whole country. The rain comes almost too late to benefit some crops, especially upland corn, which in some places is entirely spent and can produce nothing of consequence. We heard one or two farmers say, before the rain, they in tended to cut their corn and save it for winter forage, as it could make nothing. We would suggest when this is done the land be planted in peas. Peas will mature yet, and besides being an im provement to the land a considerable crop can be gathered, which of itself is a good substitute, and with a little care will answer as well as corn. This season is also favorable for the early sowiug of turnips, and a large crop should be planted. When the corn crop is short the farmer should go energeticall}' to work to make as many substitutes as possible, so as to keep from buying corn during another sea son. WHEAT. The wheat crop in this county is re markable good, and the owners of threshers say they have done good bus iness and threshed a large crop. We will endeavor in a few weeks to give the statistics of the wheat crop of this county as compared with last year. From the papers we see that there has been a large wheat crop harvested all over the Western .States, and in fact over the United States generally. The crop in England and Europe has been short, and in many parts a partial fail ure. and consequently there is now from over the water a great demand for American wheat. We infer from this that the price of our wheat will be kept up ami will go still higher. This is unfortunate to the bayer, but to the farmer who has wheat to sell our advice is to hold on to it, as it will command a much better price before long. CONSOLIDATED CROP REPORT. We are in receipt of Dr. Janes’ con solidated crop report of Georgia for the month of June. These reports are full of interest, and contain valuable information to the farmer. We hope the time is not far distant when they will be distributed gratuitously to every farmer of Hart county. A good many copies are now distributed in the county, but we do not entirely approve of the mode of distribution. We will try to get them regularly every month for any farmer who will give 11s his name and address. We make the fol lowing extracts from the report for June: Corn.-— The condition of the corn crop in Georgia on the Ist of July, as shown by the detailed reports from the several counties, was far from promis ing. In some localities a fair yield was already assured; while in some others a good yield was still dependent on favorable seasons. But, throughout the larger portion of the State —in the aggregate —the crop has been seriously injured by excessive drought and other casualties, and in some localities there will be almost a total failure. Cotton. —Since the last monthly re port, the cotton prospect has fallen from 95 to 92.6, but with this (inference in the circumstances : The Ist of July found the crop in the midst ot a drought, which had seriously injured the corn, but had not, at that time, ma terially affected the cotton. At this writing, the crop, in many places, must have suffered seriously by the drought, which still prevails. The blooming of cotton is a fair in dication of the forwardness of the crop. The average date of the first blooms is ten days later than last year, in the State at large—occurring later in every section, except North Georgia, in whicli the date was the same as last year. In 1878, the average date of first blooms was June 4 ; in 1879 it was June 14. The condition of the crop as com pared with same date last year, was 89.4 on Ist of July, or 10.6 per cent, less promising. Oats and Wheat.—The small grain harvest of 1879 was remarkable in sev eral respects : Ist, The superior quali ty of the grain, especially of wheat; *2d, total exemption from rust; 3d, the greatly increased average yield per acre, and 4th, the great number of in stances of very large yields per acre, both of wheat and oats. It appears that the average yield of wheat in the State was 8.9 bushels per acre, against 6.6 bushels last year and 10.5 in 1877. While it is unquestionably true that the production of wheat is peculiarly influenced by meteorological conditions (which are not fully understood) and that the past season was an exception ally good one, it is vet evident that farmers are making decided progress in the cultivation of this cereal. Some measures of the success of the past crop must be attributed to the greater The Hartwell Sun. By BENSON & McGILL. VOL. Ill—NO. 47. care in preparation, more liberal ma nuring and the selection of varieties better adapted to our climate. The General Outlook.—lu view of the probable failure of the corn crop in many sections of the State, the out look is somewhat gloomy. But with proper economy in the use of present supplies, by utilizing all the resources of summer and fall crops, and sowing early and largely of small grain, the apprehended scarcity of next spring may be anticipated, and, in great meas ure, if not fully, met. It is not too late to sow peas in drills for forage, and farmers should avail themselves of seasons, to put in large areas for this purpose. Peavine hay, though somewhat difficult to cure properly, is highly nutritious. Rich lots near the farm-house or lot should be sown in barley or rye in August, and will furnish large quantities of green food. We must rely chiefly on oats to sup plement the short corn crop next spring, and farmers are advised to sow early and fertilize well, that the crop may be secured against winter freezing and be available as early as possible next spring. If August and September shall prove seasonable, as they probably will, sow ings of cat-tail millet and German mil let tr.ay still be made for soiling pur poses. The drafts on the corn crib and fodder-house should be relieved, as far as practicable, by pasturing and soiling the mules and horses. Where the corn has failed to produce ears, the stalks, blades and all, should be cut and cured for forage. By prudent foresight and prompt action, much may be done in the way of supplementing short corn crops, and providing against the ruinous expedient of relying on the West for our stock. JEALOUSY. “ I don’t belong to you yet, Mr. Ilerne, and you shall not select my ac quaintances.” Bessie Ware’s black eyes flashed very wickedly as she added : “ I cannot allow you to dictate to “ I don't wish to dictate to you, Bes sie, but Warren Mann is not a fit asso ciate for you, and if you value my opinion, you will forbid his visits, lie is a gambler, and—” “ You needn’t enumerate his faults, lie is a nice fellow, and I will go with him when I choose,” cried Bessie, get ting angrier ever moment. “ I never thought you were a flirt, Bessie, or that you would have trifled with me as you have done. I am sorry.” “ You needn't be sorry, Mr. Herne. We are not suited to each other, and 1 am glad we have found it out in time. You are jealous and exacting. “ And you are a heartless coquette," cried Tom, getting angry in turn. “ I once hoped to be all to you, but that hope is past. May Mr. Mann be more fortunate than I. “ Good-bye ! And with these words lie left the room. # “ Oh. what have I done ?” cried poor, willful Bessie, sinking on the floor and sobbing as if her heart would break. She was aroused by a hand placed on her shoulder, and, looking up, she saw the smiling face of Floy Hayden, who, seeing the flushed face and tear stained cheeks, exclaimed : “ What is the matter with you, child ?” “ Oh, Floy, I have driven him away, and he will never come back, and I love him so much,” said Bessie, throw ing herself in her friend's arms. "Who's gone ? Who will never come back ? a9kcd Floy, slightly be wildered at such an outburst from one who was usually gay and happy. "Tom,” said Bessie. "And it was all my fault.” “Oh !” said Floy, beginning to un derstand. “ There, darling, don’t cry ; tell me all about it,” she said sooth ingly.” Bessie managed to tell her story to her friend, who said : “ It may not be so bad as you think, dear; lie Will be back in the morning to beg forgiveness; he is as sorry as you are.” Bessie was comforted by this, al though she passed a sleepless night. Morning came, then evening, but no Thomas Ilerne. Mr. Warren Mann came, though, and made himself as fascinating as possible. But he found Bessie listless, and the very opposite of the bright talkative girl of the even ing before! He had never appeared to her so shallow as he did that night, or his conversation so nonsensical and silly. “By the way, have you heard the news. Miss Bessie ?” he asked. “ No,” said Bessie. “ About Mr. Herne!” “ What of him ?” said Bessie, be coming very much interested. “ Oh, nothing, only he is going abroad; and, from what I hear, he never intends to come back. Very suddeD, isn’t it? Heavens! are you HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDIY JULY 23. 1879. 1 ill. Miss Bessie ?” he asked, as her face grew deathly pale, and she looked as | if she was going to swoon,” '• Nothing," she answered, recovering her self-control by a great effort. It would never do for Warren Mann to know how much Tom’s departure affected her, and she commenced talk ing of something else, striving to ap pear indifferent, though it was hard work to keep back the tears. Soon after her visitor took his leave, and Bessie gave vent to her feelings. In a moment of anger she had driven the man she almost worshipped from her, and for the sake of one who hadn’t three ideas in his head. After a time she went to her room but not to sleep. “ He will find someone else to love, and forget me," she said to herself, and the thought was almost maddening. Meanwhile, while Thomas Herne was sitting in his room with his friend and chum Charley Graham, he was moody and sullen, and Charley, noticing his dejected look, said : •• What's troubling yon, old fellow ? You look as if you were under sen tence. Have you and Bessie been quarreling ?” “ Yes,” growled Tom. “What was it about asked Charley. “ 1 asked her to cease walking and dancing with that confounded Mann, and she said she would dance with whom she pleased; that I shouldn't dictate to her, aud that we were not suited to each other, and broke her en gagement. I am going abroad or some where ; I can’t stay here and see her the wife of that fellow.'’ “ Tom,” said Charley you’re a fool. You know Bessie Ware loves you. and yet you turned jealous and made an idiot of yourself. You deserve to be horsewhipped. As for going abroad, you will do no such thing; you will stay here and go to Beqpie in the morn ing and become reconciled to her.” “ I won’t” cried Tom. “ Yes, j'ou will. You have made her ery her pretty eyes nearly out.” “ That wili do, Charley,” said Tom. “ Will it ? Then go to bed, and sleep if you can, after behaving in such an insane manner.” “ I will go just to get rid of you,” growled Tom. And then he tumbled into bed in a bad humor with himself and everybody. All through the long night he lay think ing of his lost Bessie, as he called her. When morning came he arose, looking worn and haggard. He had made up his mind to go somewhere —anywhere to get away from the place where he had been so happy, but which now held no one who cared for him. He thought of Bessie's charming ways and sweet face, and it seemed to him that he loved her all the more because he had lost her. He took up a book, but before he had read half a page, he found himself speculating as to how soon the mar riage would take place. He opened his trunk, and the first thing that met his eyes was a small gold locket. In it was portrayed the face of Bessie. He gazed at it for a long while, and then, with a sigh, he threw it down and left the house, lie walked on, not caring where he went, and soon found himself in a small grove of trees and bushes, thickly covered in places by climbing vines. In one of these places he sat down on a rustic scat to think. He now remembered that this was one of Bessie’s favorite retreats, it being on her father’s place. He had not been there long when he heard voices, and, not wishing to be observ ed. he drew back out of sight in the bushes. He knew whose voices they were. The speakers came up close to where he was, and he heard Warren Mann say: “ So you will not marry me, Miss Ware. May I ask your reason ?” “I do not love j - ou, Mr. Mann. I have no other feeling for you than that of friendship.” “ You love another, then!” said Mann. And as Bessie made no answer, he turned and left the grove. Bessie sat still after he had gone, and Tom was near enough to see that she was un happy. While he watched her he saw tears roll down her cheeks, and he heard her murmur something in which his own name was mentioned. He crept nearer, and she was saying: “ Oh, Tom! Come back—l love you l” Toni could control himself no longer, and going nearer he called, softly ; “ Bessie!” She sprang to her feet at the sound of the voice of one she loved so well, and Tom clasped her to his breast and kissed her passionately. “I thought I had lost you, darling,” was all she could say as she hid her face on his bosom and wept for joy. “ When are you going abroad, Tom?” said Charley Graham, some time after as they met in the street. “ Never,” answered Tom, laughing. Bessie and Tom were married, and on the same day Mr. Warren Mann was arrested for robbery. Now there is no happier couple to be found than Tom and Bessie Herne. Devoted to Hart County. Daugers of the Bar-Itooin. “ A parent” writes as follows to the Baltimore American, that her own three boys will see it, and that it may be the means of warning others of the dan gers of the bar-room : Young man ! lias not your eye been frequently attracted to a sign, having the following ominous word on it— “BAR?” Avoid the place ; it is no misnomer. The experience of thousands have proved it to be A Bar to Respectability ; A Bar to Honor ; A Bar to Happiness ; A Bar to Domestic Felicity ; A Bar to Heaven. Every day proves it to be The road to Degradation; The road to Vice ; The road to the Gambler’s Ilell; The road to the Brothel; The road to Poverty ; The road to Wretchedness ; The road to Want; The road to Robbery; The road to Murder ; The road to Prison ; The road to the Gallows ; The road to the Drunkard’s Grave ; The road to Hell. Some, it is true, do not pass through all these stages; but intemperance, persisted in, always ends in the drunk ard’s grave, and, we have too much reason to fear, in hell. The bar-room is truly The curse of the drunkard’s wife ; The curse of the drunkard’s child ; The curse of the drunkard’s home. Those only who have known the bit terness of being a drunkard’s wife or child, can know the misery and the horror of a drunkard’s home. Young man ! before you enter the bar-room, stop ! Ponder the paths of your feet, ere it be forever too late ! Man of family ! flee the bar-room, as you would in honor fulfill the pledge of love made to her who is the companion of your joys and of your sorrows. Itoiiiantic Suicide. At noon on the 14th of July, one Jno. McDonald appeared at the South Side i police station at Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and gave the particulars of a romantic suicide, witnessed by him, in Menomo nee river, near the national military asy-, lum. He stated that, while wandering along the bank of the river, he encoun tered an aged GerFnau couple sitting in the shade of a clump of willows, and asked them if there was not a ford near by. Answer was made by the woman, which he did not understand, aud there- j fore passed on. Returning a little later by the same route, he saw the old man and his wife crawl down the hank and wade into the stream. When he arriv-. ed opposite the spot he was surprised to find them locked in each others’ arms,! deliberately drowning. Themau’shead was resting upon the bosom of the wife submerged, while her head was only a trifle above the surface. They hug ged each other closely. McDonald says he watched them for a few minutes too badly frightened to render assistance, and when satisfied they were beyond res cue, gave the alarm. Late that after noon the story was verified. The bodies were recovered, clasped in death’s em brace, aud taken to the morgue, where j they awaited identification. Thecouple were in very poor circumstances, as their clothing plainly indicated. They had evidently tired of life, and determined to quit this world together. The woman appears to have been about fifty aud the man perhaps sixty years of age. WHAT BEAmU M\F.NIX Hi ll UVM TROY*. Wi*t waken h lady's h*d Fe lu*avv a* a lump of* load ? *WT|at makes her noae's tip no red ? TiL r ht lacing. makes her cheek bum like a coal, lit an cold a* Arctic txde i W ‘ L cramps her body And her soul f gf Tight lacing. What makes her t. "•!" dort aud sliarp f AVI • causes Tier to fret and nup, Al>ou the (Host ills to harp f Tight lacing. What checks her proper circulation, An 1 dulls her ordinate sensation f What hllghtod bulioft Weed* tor the nation ? Tight-lacing. What makes her waist a wasp-like thing, And gives her tongue a waspish siing f What balks her when high notes she'd sing 1 Tight lacing. What is it with its vice like squeeze, Destroys its fated victim's ease f And brings her doctors countless fees f Tight-lacing. What is it makes her gnfy for breath, Aud—so stern modern scienee saith— Dooms her too oft to un early death t Tight lacing. What brings a “ corn unon her heart," And makes her—spoiled by cruel art— Uniit to play the mother's part? Tight-lacing. What tortures her into a shape Which ” ruts her liver ” past escape. Aud which at most makes “ gommeux " gape f Tight-lacing. What beauty’s lines in her destroys, And fashion s powerful aid employs To crush from out her life her Joys t Tight-lacing. What ages her before her time, Aud makes her feeble ere her prime f What tempts to a self suffering crime ? Tight lacing' quite ignoring Nature's farts, He* waist so cruelly contracts, That each inch saved fresh pain exacts ? Tight lucing. And what bad fashion of the day In it t hat ladies now should sav They’ll spurn without an hour's delay ? Tight lacing 81.50 Per Annum. WHOLE NO. 151. Strict Yeiretarlniii-m. Fori I Yaynt t lnd .) Sentinel. A mau wandered down Calhoun street Inst night, and approaching Ivey's gro cery store asked of the proprietor : ’•yo got some greens,don’t it?” ‘*G(sens? Yes sir.” I "Yougot rooting bakers?" “Rutagubas? Yes, sir, how many will you have?” “Got some leetle red plates, mitgreen tops?” " Red plates with green tops? Well, no, sir. I suppose you may find them at the china store up town." “ Don't got no little red plates ? guess it was better of you got some; guess you was a liar. Vioh you call dose?” “ Those? why those are radishes.” ,l Red dishes—dot’s vat I said. Say, maybe I got some letters of you to-inor row. You got it?” “ Letters? There arc no letters here fir you ; you must inquire at the post office." Aukwire mit de Lost office for let ters? Dose was a fine skeems. I vas up town and veut auf a bake shop and vnnt some bums, and de man said ; ‘ Get out, you olt bum, or I’ll fire you troo de door.’ ’’ “ You should have said * buns,’ lie tt “Bums? Dot’s vot I said—bunts; and den I comes and vant some red dishes, und you tell ine to go auf to a china store; I vant some letters to eat und you say go mit de host office. I ogspect off I vant some beets you tole me to go to de station house. I tell you vot I do—you can go to de tyful. Of you vns a nice man, I vant some injtilts un cowcumpcrs, und blendy dings, but I guess I go to de drug store und buy a brick und beddles rat pizen.” A I’riuce in flic Kitchen. They are telling a good story in court circles of Prince Peter of Oldenburg, chief of the Russian College for Girls. At the SntolingConvent, which is under his jurisdiction, eight hundred girls arc educated, and he had received anony mously and otherwise several complaints about the food, which was pronounced oMcovablu “I will see to this myself," said the Prince, and and one day, a few minutes before the dinner hour, he presented hintself at the end of the passage leading from the kitchen to the dining saloon. Here he met two soldiers carrying a cal dron steaming hot. “Halt!” The men obeyed. “Put down that kettle.” The kettle was at once deposited on the floor. “ Fetch a spoon.” Here Russian discipline wavered. One of the men had the audacity to begin to protest. “S’death!” exclaimed the Prince; “ hold your tongue —fetch me a spoon.” “But,” stammered the soldier. “Another word aud I place you un der arrest!” The spoon was brought. The Prince dipped it in the caldron and swallowed a quantity of the liquid. “ I thought so,” he said. “Do you call this soup? Why it is dirty water.” “It is your highuess,” answere 1 the soldier who had been threatened with arrest; “ we have been cleaning out the laundry !” Didn’t Say Anything to Him. Cincvniuitt Enquirer. Extract from a woman’s testimony in the trial of her husband for abusing her: “He struck me in the fiice. I didn’t say anything to him, hut gave him a good talking and jawing.” The attorney scratched his chin a mo ment, and asked the woman if she would please repeat her statement. “ I say, he struck me. I didn’t say anything to him, but I gave him a good talking to.” Again the attorney scratched his chin, hut finally told the woman to go on and tell what else happened. “ The same afternoon he struck me again. I can stand a great deal, and I didn’t say a word to him, but I gave]iim a good talking to.” The attorney thought long and deep ly, and then asked : “ Did he strike you a third time?” “ Yes, sir, he did.” “Did you say anything to him?” “ No, sir.” “ Not a word?” “ Not a word.” " But perhaps you gave him a good talking and jawing to?” “ You can just bet your life I did.” The attorney began to scratch his chin again, but the judge dismissed the case. A woman at Hill, N. H., received a visit from her sister last week, it being the first time the two had met in sixteen years, although living within four miles of each other. They did not recoguize each other. On Saturday, the 12th inst., the ther mometer in Charleston, S. C., stood at 111 degrees, and there were forty sun strokes, fifteen of which resulted fatally. A CATE OF DARKNESS. .in iilvi'iitnror ii.itiM New i'wvc In i'eiiueHici*.iiVli tel* l-riiiiilseii lo Out rim I Kenlliekjr'a Mimiiiiolli If.ile—Tlie He*nil ol' mi E*- |>lorl|t F. |M'il I (lon. Nashville, July 15.—News reached this eity a few days ago of the discovery of anew cave at Newsom’s station, 17 miles out on the Northwestern railroad. Many were inclined to doubt the truth of the report aud the wonderful accounts of the interior. Yesterday with four of the neighboring furnters, a newspaper representative made a visit to the cave and n lengthy exploration. It is übout a mile up the road from Newsom’s on the farm of a Mr. Hutton. The en trance opens on a rough country road, running around the foot of tut immense hill four or five hundred feet high. The ojiening is about four feet by two, and is til most covered by a large bowlder. Two men going along the road noticed the hole, and through curiosity enlarged it sufficiently to admit of passage and ex plored the cave some distance. They reported their find at the station, and in a day or two parties for miles around came to seethe wonder. To-day the exploration was made un der most favorAhic auspices. Preparing themselves with lanterns, candles and ropes, the party of five started on the expedition. For seventy-five yards the passage was so small that they had to crawl on'ull-fours. Then it grew larger, widening into large chambers, the roof's of which could not be seen nor struck with rocks thrown upward. All along the sides were beautiful formations, white j and sparkling in the dim light. A mile front the entrance there was a fork in the passage, one branch leading north and the other south. Selecting the northern route first, the party proceeded something over n mile, when they came to what seemed to be the end. All along walking was easy, and no idea could be formed as to how high the roof was in places. Retracing their stops, they next took the southern passage. A mile from the fork it also widened into two branches. Taking the right-hand branch, the explorers advanced some distance, coming at last to a largo lake of the coldest and sweetest water. No attempt was made to proceed beyond this, hut going back they started on the left branch, which they explored nearly a mile without finding any prospect of an cud. The further they advanced in the wider and larger was the passage, and the more frequent the chambers. The finest formation of stalacities was found in the utmost profusion. Several specimens were broken off and brought to the city. The rooms were immense In size, and weird in outline, fantastic for - -i' I.AIM 0 r.~~ *1- - and along the walls. Frequently run ning streams of water were crossed, re markable for their almost more than icy coldness. This was the third party who had gone any distance into the cave, and all who had been to the Mammoth cave declare that this wonder rivaled it. Konte two hundred yards tip the road there is another cave, discovered during the war. It has a large entrance, and consists of one large chamber several hundred feet long and a hundred feet or more high. At the end is a well, the bottom of which has never beccn touch ed. A party in the new cave the other day heard noises I ike a striking of stones, and it is supposed front this fact that the two caves ureconnected. Other ex plorations will be made in a few days. The proprietor promises to commence immediately enlarging the entrance and passages. The location is ti beautiful one, liigli up on u hill overlooking the Harnetli river and valley. The discov ery has created great interest in Nash ville. Bee In a Man’s Ear York ( I’a .) VMy. We frequently hear of lines creeping into the ears of people, which is gener ally attended with great danger and considerable pain. A case of this kind was reported to 11s last week. A bee entered one of the ears of David Lie benkneeht, of Lower Windsor township and although it would occasionally work its way out so far as to be seen, all methods adopted to eject it from its hiding place proved unavailing; final ly smoking a cigar was proposed, and by closing the nose and forcing the smoke down the throat into the eusta chian tubes that connect with the head, it had the desired effect to drive the troublesome insect out, and thus re lieved Mr. Liebenknecht from any fur ther trouble. This is a very simple and certain remedy. Broad Experience. Once upon a time, the mule, without having received an invitation, attended a convention of animals that was call ed for the purpose of discussing the best methods of family government. " What do you know about all this ?” asked the president, tauntingly ; " have you ever raised any children ?” The mule wept. “ Ah, no,” she said, “ I have never raised anything but fall grown men; but land of tiie pilgrims you should have seen how 1 raised them; you should see me raise a 250 pounder.” Upon a rising vote the mule was im mediately elected Financial Secretary, with power to send for persons and papers. Wishing to pay his friend a compli ment, a gentleman remarked : ‘ I hear you have a very industrious wife. ‘ \es, she’s never idle; shes always finding something for me to do,” replied the friend, with a melancholy smile.