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WT ‘V>-. *4 rjjlE 3IKRCURY. «^nm1-olftS0 matter at the San. ^VeTo^AprUa;, 1880. der*TlUe, c * unty * Ga * rtiBUsnai) bt & SCARBOROUGH. JEBNIGAN Iff**** 0 - .ft.80 per Tear. THE MERCURY. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. A. J. JERNIGAN, Proprietob. DEVOTED TO LITER ATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. • 1.50 PER ANNUM YOL. I. SANDERSYILLE, GA., FEBRUARY 8, 1881, NO. 45. NOTICE. ' All communiontiona intended lor this paper most be aooompanicd with the lull name ol the writer, not necessarily I or pnhU* cation, bat m a gnaurante# of good laith. We era in no way responsible lor the Tiewr tr opinions ai eorrespondenu. Music, Music. GOTO JERNIGAN FOB yiOLINS, accordeons, BOWS, STRINGS, ROSIN boxes, etc. Machine Needles, OIL anfl SHUTTLES ror all binds ol Machines, lor_sale, t will nUoovilor narti ol Machines that get broke, and now pieces ere wauled. A. J. JERNICAN. G. W. H. WHITAKER, dentist, SanderiviUo, Ga. Terms Ca'II. Offlcnit hi. loaidouoc on Harris Street. A pul SJSSlb B. D. EVANS, Attorney at Law, April J, 1830. Sanders rills, On. DR. WM. RAWLINGS, Physician & Surgeon > Bandnrsville, Ga. Office at flantJorsviUe Hotel. April 10, 1880. ■ . E. A. SULLIVAN, NOTARY PUBLIC, Sandenrrdie, Ga. given to oolleotion Special attention ohimn. Offloe In the Court-House. 0. H. ROGERS, Attorney at Law, Banderaville, Ga. Prompt attention given to all business. Offleo in northwest room ol Court-Ilouse. Mu, ♦, 1880. C. C. BROWN, Attorney at Law SandersTlUe, Ga. Will practloe in the State and United State* Court*. Offloe in Conrt-IIoase. H. N. HULLIFIELD, Physician & Surgeon Stmdersville, Ga. Oslo* next door to Mrs. Bayne’s milliner, ilore on linn is Street. DR. J. B. ROBERTS, Physician 8s Surgeon Saadersriils, Ga. Ma, b* consulted at his oflloe on Haynea •treet, m the ALisonio I-oi'ge building, from 9 ' “ 10 1 P m, and Irom 3 to ipm; during lieu houu at his roaidence, on Ciiureh street, wnen not ptnliissiouiUly engaged. April 3 1880. Watches, Clocks Lore In All. Name the leaves on all the trees; Namo tho waves on nil the sens, All tho flowers by rill that blow, All the myriad tints that glow, Wlr.da that wander through the grovo— And you name tho name ol love; Love there !b in Bummer sky, As in light ol maiden’s eye. Listen to tho oountless sounds In tho wind that gaily bounds O'er the meads where, on the wind, Bright bees lium and linnets Bing; Pat ol raindrop, chat ol stream, Ol their song sweet love’s the thomo; l/ove thero is wlioro sophyr skips, A» in breath ol maiden’s lips. In tho \\oat mild ovcnlng glows) Angel Augers fold the rose; Silvery dews begin to loll ( Crimson shades toshndow all; Holy nature veils her lace; Earth is lost in heaven’s embrace— Love is In an hour like this, Aa in guileless maiden’s kiss. Go where, through tlio voiceless night, Trips lair Luna’s silver light; Hi nr ol nnturo’s pulso that boat, Liko the thread ol unaeon feet; See Iiom out the lambent north Shimmering arrows shooting lorth; Love is in a meteor’a start, Aa in throb ol maiden's heart, Lovo’s the essonco ol all things; ’Tis Irom love that beauty springs; ’Twits by lovo, oreatinn that Into glorious being burst; Veiled m maiden’s lorin so luir, I do worship thee in her. •Spitit sweet—all clso above— Love is God, bince God is love. --Chamber*' Journal. other he was ridiculed, his'reuse of humor was so dull that he could never comprehend the joke. All this com bined to make hlui undergo torture when in my friends’ society, and I verily believe he fled to me (quite, sedate and harmless as I was) as a refuge from their sallies. Whether that were so or no I know tot, but by degrees I became quite used to his society, and from tol erating 1 got to like it and to miss him when he did not come; and when the jokes raged, I iuvariably took his part. Valentine’s day drew near, and of course Kate Coventry was full of business. There were valentine) of all kinds to bo dispatched and expected in return. Numerous “hoaxes” de signed for particular friends, and the plots and schemes as to places of post age and disguise of hand wilting, were truly wonderful. “ What lun it would be to send a val entine to Mr. Bargilll” exclaimed Charley. “What would ho do with UP I’ut it into tho lire, I expect, and never let any one hear of it. He would feel it an insult.” MY VALENTINE. AND JEWELHY XXVAIMED n JERNIGAN. POSTOFFICE HOURS. 7:00 to 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 6:00 p. m. B. A.' Sullivan, P. M. Subscribe for the MERCURY, Only 81.60 per annum. PUBLISHED BY .JERNIGAN & SCARBOROUGH. Valentine’s day, and I am Bitting in the bay-window ol my front, room in the little semi-detached house which is now my home The little maid has laid the breakfast thingB, but it is early, and 1 sit on the horsehair sofa in the window, looking out for the postman. Not that bis coming this morning has any romantic interest for me. Those days ol romance are past and gone. I am now arrived at the sober age of hivty-tive, Hnd it is time to have done with such folly. And jot, as I sit here, and Die postman delays his coming, my mind wanders back to other Valentine's lays long ago. when it was a matter o! such deep interest lo me. One fourteenth of February in pnrticu- ar I remember, ten—let me see, sixteen .ears ago it was. How the yems d> I rnd how short time it scorns 1 These ew bright years of a woman’s lile seem o go by manic, and when they are gone vtiat re niainsP Alwajs atone time or .tiler an netting sense that they are rone, and somitiiu.s, alas! tho knowl- dge that she is doomed to loneliness ur the years to come I felt that at. no time myself, but I am used to it now. At thirty-five -these romnntlo regrets • hould lie done with. And especially vlten one livis the life of a daily gover ns (as I have done for some years asi), the realties of life press too con- • tnnily nnd too unplsentiy on one’s nind to leave room for day dreams. But on the fourteenth of February just referred to my governess life had iot yet begun. 1 had then as fair s utuie before me ns most young girls ol toy acquaintance, with fqunl chances of m advantageous nnd happy marriage, and a life of independence. At that time I was on a visit to seme old friends, the Coventrys. The family consisted of father, moth er and two daughters—fine, hearty, good-looking girls, tall, strong and high- sririted. In that respect r tlieracon trast. lo myself, for I was small, quiet- mannered, nnd (as I was painfully con scious) rather plain in appearance. They «aw plenty of company, for their father. ’Squire Coventry as he was called, kept a most hospitable house: and, especially during tbe winter, the house was con tinually filled with young people and amusement of all kinds was the order of the day. T . , In most of these amusements I took a part, nnd though 1 had neither health nor animal spirits equal to my young friends, their kindness and heartiness made everything pleasant. They had a most especial fondness for practical joking (I mean a harmless kind), par ticularly tho younger onb, Kate, who was ably assisted in this line by her cousin, Charles Braintree, who con stantly formed one of the party. Kate and Charley were in every kind of escapade—companions in mirth, anu frequently companions in misfortune, when the evil effects of their joking came home to their own door. While I was at the Coventrys we at tended a village church close by. where, the rector being absent, there officiated at the time a curate who had lately come to the place. He was a t a 1, slight man, rather good-looking; but he had a painfully-stilted, self-cmisoious manner. ‘Mr. Bargili 1”exclnimed Kate,sud denly boking up from her work of di recting and ofampingcnvclopcs. “Why, of course, ho shall have one, How stupid of me to forget! It’s important, though. I must take time to think ol it. Of course wc know who the sender w 11 be!” She glanced at me ns she said this. “Kate, please do not,” I said, im ploringly, blushing Up to the roots of my hair, for 1 knew that I was doomed “ Do not what P” replied Kate. “Oh! hy-the-bye, Ethel, you re sure to receive some this year—one at least.” “ Yes,” broke in Charley. “ Directed in a very stifl'. upright hand. Now, who would think that such a very modest, retiring person would write such a very decided hand P You know who I mean, Miss Vane P” So tho remarks flew round, and 1 knew that remonstrance wns vain, and that Mr. Bargili and myself were to be two ol the victims on Valentine’s day. Not only that, but I greatly feaicd that they intended sending either a valen tine to me in his name, or, far worse, one from me to him. For some reason this latter idea was torture tt> me. Ol course what I re am!, strange coincidence 1 one of them is in the hand writing of my old friend, Constance Coventry. Constance Raintree she is now; she married Charley two years after my last visit. And bright, merry Kate is dead I My second letter, being evidently a business one, claims my first attention tt is from the mother of my eldest pupil. She is going abroad, and wishes my charge to accompany her My three other pupils are at present in scarlet fever My hands will bo empty I What shall I doP Look for temporary em ployment? I should liketo take a holi day, but know of nowhere to go just now. Now for Constanoe t “We have just come homo from abroad,” she writes, “ and are settling in our new home, though it is a wretched time of year. I do want you so muoh to come and see me. Perhaps my reasons ate partly selfish, for he will not see company yet, and I am dreadfully dull and lonely, hut I know that will be no r rawbaok to you.” Sl e tlien goes on to say a good deal that is kind, and adds in a postscriptt “ I said wo were nlohe, but I forgot tc mention that an old friend, or rather ac quaintance, 1b with us whom I dare sav you will remember in by-gone days— Mr. Uargillt Wo came upon him at Basle, when Charley was dangerously ill, nnd his kindness I shall never for get, I nm so Borry that I ever laughed at or teased him, dear Ethel; he saved my husband's llfel D >come." That is all. And what a strange sup plement to my meditations of the past hour. How the old familiar names re call the old days. I am at Barfield ngain, young ami knppy as of old I Con stance’s invitation is a tempting one. I should like to see her again ih her new home; and Mr. Bargili P I smile as 1 remember the valentines, and 1 think on the whole I should like to sec him again, tool It is decided. I will go and sit down and writ 0 to that effect. Three days later, at five o’clock on a cold winter's evening, I nm driven up tho avenue at Braintree, trying hard, through the dusk and the drilling sleet, to eatoh a glimpse of my friend's new home. A double row of stately lime trees on each side of the drive is all that I can see, and as we draw nearer Iper- ceiveafineold F/izabe imn house nearly I remembered noW hoW stfongly they had denied it; nnd, ns 1 tin ught of Us eontents, I reflected, what if it really had come from him P— had lain all these years unheeded and unnoticed P and now! My cheeks l urnt crimson as I turned my uead away, and my contusion must have been evident to him. Katie had flown away to exhibit her treasures in another part of the room I heard a low voice beside me: “Miss Vane—Ethel, will you answer it nowP” I did answer it, and in a way that I have never since regretted. When my friend Coustanoe eame to visit me in my bedroom that night, I had a secret to confide to her, and was kissed and congratulated to my heart’s cont* nt. “But oht Constance,” I exclaimed, when she allowed me a pause, “how could you not teil me that chat second valentine oame from him, or that it did not come from you? How oould you let me believe otherwise I” “ My precious child, did I not tell you.” she answered, laughing, “ a hun dred times overP-and why wore you so obstinately peisuaded to the contrary P Why, the signature should have been enough! But never nuind, ‘all’s well that ends well,’ and this is just the Very thing I should have wished.” “Yes,” I said, soft'y, “I believe it is well; a d though I shall only be a poor curate’s wife, I shall be the happiest e.eived myself was a matter of little consequence. I should know wl'orn to | y „f , d i, creepers^^lt has if. win nn ;„ b nnuI | been the homo of ths Braintrees for lorlu .ale name in playing their jokes upon him. So timo woie on, and I comforted myself by thinking that Mr. Bargili, come what might, would believe that I tiad sent him a valentine, more espe cially such a one as I hared they would send him. It will be as Charley said,” I thought. “ He will most likely put it the fire, and no one wiUAea whit tho to Charley from an uncle. A bright light streamed forth when the door was oncbcd, nnd Constance stood in tho hall ready to receive me with open arms. In a second I was in a cozy little room will) a bright fire, where lav her husband, looking not much older, but pale and delicate from his recent illness. Constance led mo to my room, and on leaving me, said • We have just a tew friends cominu “ A poor ourate’s wife,” broke In Con stanoe. “Why, don’t you know that Charley has given Mr. Bargili the rich living of Braintree, two miles from here, nnd I shall have you near me aiways P Oh! it is delightful. Bo you thought you were marrying a ‘poor curate,’ did you P" The lovely rectory of Braintree has long been my home, and the “shy curate” the bast and most devoted ot husbands. Little does the titlo apply to him n-wl Beloved and respected by his parishioners, nnd known far beyond „is own little eirole for conspicuous talents, my home is all and more than 1 coujd wish; and as the fourteenth of February again approaches, recalling ttie happiest event of my life, with wh it different feelings do 1 greet it from when, ten years ago, I sat in my lonely lodgings, thinking sadly of “ my Valen tine’s days ” of the past. FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. Atsd tlnn I caught myself wondering to-mgbt, dear; you won t tuindP III whether it would make him shy of our scud you my maid, an.l without walt- ompany, and whether he would cease iotc for an answer, she was gone, the walks from church, etc. And 1 I did “ mind,” but there was no help must allow that ho idea vexed me. lor it. Constance was always fond of How very tiresome they are!” I said s afiety. I dressed my sal as well as mv to mjsolf. “ And what bad tnsto it is limited wardrobe would allow, and she toplay these j"kc8 on people,” forgetting presently returned and escorted me to (or tho moment how often I had my- | the drawing room, wht re about fourteen self been a party to jokes of the kind. At last Valentine’s morning came. There was much excitement round the bretrklast table when the post-bag, lull to bursting, was banded in. I waited patiently lor my share of its eoments. They were three. First, r letter from homo in n>y mother’s writ ng; sfcondly, a large document, di t ooted in the stiff, upright hand I had been led to expect; thirdly, a letter di- ioeled in a handwriting perfectly un Known to mo. I openod iLo a entioned first. "Now, Ethel, let us heari” assailed me on every side. “That’s the writing! I knew it would come!" shouted Charley. “Tuank you, I am much obliged to vou all!" 1 replied. “It is admirably written; but this one is much better persons were assembled; but among them all n >t one face was familiar to mi save that of my host. I quietly t nsconced myself in a win dow recess, whore I was partly hidden by a curtain. My eys wandered for a moment rather anxiously over the group in a vain hope that I might disoovet Mr. Bargili, but in vain. No one wat known to mo thero. Dinner was announced. Tho party paired off. As I sat wondo.ing who my second-1 partner was to be, Constance touched the arm ot a portlv-looking man who sav with itis back tome, engaged in earnest conversation. Hq,rose at onco, and she led him up tome. “ An old friend, Ethel. Mr. Bargili, you remember Miss VaneP" Was it possible P Was tho fine-look ing man before me the “ shy curate ” o done”—as 1 spoke I held up the third- former days? No need to ask if he mentioned, writtoa in the unknown hand. “ That large one is too elaborate Mr. Bargili, 1 am sure, would never tood Buoh a flowery composition as that. Now, this is sober, and to the point." remembered me. lie gave a start, and colored visibly, when she uttered my name, and then I saw plninly tberesem blance which I had failed to detect at first. He recognized nqe at once, too I saw that, and it was no small pleasure buy your Spectacles, Spectacles, FROM JtRNICAN. ^Nono genuino without our Trade Mark. On hand and for sale, which quite did away with the P r °P°® sewing effect of bis appearance. I at first attributed when I knew him better, to shyness. He seldom came to the house, although ,he Coventrys quickly “ quaintance, Pressed ‘vim to do so, but invitations of all kinds he retusea. During my stay, however, he gradual- ly acquired the habit ol walking home iL? nL™ ehnroh. our road lying I had just read it, rnd was surprised to think that time’s ravages had not to find only a short, simple, earnest altered me in his eyes, at least beyond offer ot marriage—not much like a recognition. valentine, except that the writer slight- I went into ti o dining-room on his ly referred to the character of the day arm, and after the first few Ecntoices rs a kind of apology for addressing me. our conversation l ever flagged. I then It was signed only “ J. B.” discovered h >w in mind as well as in “1 see” I said. “You thought by body he had developed and improve t; sending me two that I should certainly or rati er, .haviog gained in assurance becaught by one of them. Tbis last and manliness, those qualities winch I one is certainly the best. Borne of your imagited he always had possessed w ore work I suspect, Connie. It is not in suffered to como to the surface, while Katie’s stylo " that stillness of manner which w o had Constanco protested her innocence; called conceit, and which I now felt sure but in vain. Indeed, a general chorus had proiojded from shyness, had van- disclaimer was raised round the table; ished altogether. but I simply ignored it, put tbe two When I returned to the drawing valentines in my pocket, and began to room, I no longer felt myfc.f alone in read mv mother’s letter. This wa3 of the company, [talked lnciiderently to another kind. My father was seriously my next neighbor, hardly conscious ill Mv mother wanted me home who or what she might be, nn eye directlv • and the next day found me on meanwhile watching the door with mv homeward journey, depressed at the anxiety, until at last the hum ol voices thought ot my lather’s illness, and full outside told that the gentlemen were of regrets at leaving my friends. coming. .... Then began a season of calamity and There was a vacant seat beside me. trial My father died, after a fortnight’s Would ho Take itP Yes, he was evi- illness leaving myself, a brother and dently coming toward mo. My heart sister almost unprovided for. I throbbed loudly when down upon the The following year my sister, who chair I had guarded sat a fat old coun- l.nd been engaged for some time, was try ’squire who began to make himself mairied My mother died soon after- agreeable to my next neighbor. ward and I was left alone—almost ab- “ *"• solutely alone, my brother having gone abroad to seek his fortune, and 1 chose Wigwam and His Gate. Mr. Wig warn is a farmer, and recently ono of those agents that infest the coun try came along nnd lucked off upon him an automatic gate. The gale was so arranged that the weight of a person approaching it would cause it to rise, and when they had passed under it, down it would come. This gate was painted red, and the day after it was put in position, a cross bull, owned by Mr. Wigwam, discovered it. A bull somehow lias a rooted antipathy for that iiue, and this animal no sooner dis covered the gate than it made a rush to gore it. Ot course, as tho bull ap proached the gate, his weight causod it to rise, nnd he passed under it, and his failure to hit anything solid, seemed to affect him about as it does a man to go up a dark stnirway, and when he had reached the top, think there is onoBtair more, > ndstep for it, and bring his foot down so hard that it makes the sole tingle as it slapped by a shingle, and leaves tuo print of the boot on tue floor. When the bull recovered a little and looked back and saw tho gate, whtch bad come down, in its original potdtion. lie couldn’t quite understand now he got cast it, and wliat had happened, and ue stood and thrashed himself with his tail, and thought of it for A minute, and then tried it again. Same resuit. Bull more puzzled tban ever and awful mad. An- other trial. Bull only succeeds in ro ting Ins nose into the erou d. Bull almost delirious with rage. Wigwam, who Is watching him from the home, in same condition witli laughter. Thb bull evidently made up his mind to hit that gate or die in the attempt, and he tiicd tbe thing seven more times, and yet the gate stood there, every time, when lie looked back. Then Having wrenched Himself and scrape t the hide off ,bis nose, and got quite out of breath, the animal became discouraged and drew aside and merely watched the gate. But Wigwam hadn’t had enough of the fun. He took a mirror, nnd went vUt and climbed upon the gate and caugbt the sunlight on the mirror, and flashed it in tbe bull’s eyes to madden him. It did. The bull rushed once more at the gate. Wigwam expected tho gate to rise up with him and let the bull pass. But his weight held it down. The bull hit the gate square, Wigwam was knocked forty feet, and got his eyes and mouth full ol dirt, and was badly skun. The mirror was shattered. And the bull caught both horns aud ono foot in the gate, which broke from its fasten ings, and he went madly careering about with it, struggling to release him self, and Wigwam didn’t dare go to his eseue, and was too muoh hurt to do anything, anyway, and finally the bull, alter tearing up everything in reach, threw himself and broke bis neck. Loss, $300. Wigwam lays all the blame on the gate agent, which, perhaps, is natural. —Boston Pott. with us from elnirob, J>« ho would nartlv in the same direction; bo woum part with us at the park-gates, with the s P tifldst offiows/relusm/aB^Wjgs to enter, and proceed to his lodgings ln Bj dSS'hi. visits to tbe home be- IxSTVJm TcouW change was attributed *•? f t during not help becoming conscious t hat durmg vtrJzissFtSi SS- &* i*??*’ Rolisncd Slpol DRILL POINTS. lautifulljr, and instead of crowding . - ;•••-—•» «'•<«• rows, scatter It 3){, 1 —* * * * #tlln Alng wider apart, have scatter It 3W, t, and b ins.; ‘tr apart, have more ROOM nourishment from the soil, duce better developed ^Yo STOOL, aTrl! bccomqmore TlBorous.prod , tverage heafli, Bend for Illustrated Pamphlet *. lT . — * "^Testimoniaie. J.A.JONE3.WILMINGTON,DEL re , a1 ly hei|pvp I ?Ln hr0 i , ’* lcr To,n ’ a Wheat, about a week afco, and I Mih vn7.. n°, ,h crc h ono third tnoro wlionf u third more wheat where It was drilled he had im’&Nured some rows, and lime length ofrdw uRalnxt/or/jf* tk '° of life nhi^ bca,ls t,lc "jOiiliUA CLAYTON, Jb., Mt. Pleasaat, Doi* eraliy at loy Bi |. tprod remarks from the sly lootaand mu toredwmw^ I felt mortified and disappointsd, and soon afterward took nn opportunity of retir ing to my old seat in the window. I- had not sat there many minutes when the curtain was drawn aside, and Mr. Bargili placing a chair for himself in my recis), sat down beside me. Mr. Bargili,” cried out Constance’s nf which 1 was the subject. — ot Wbicu wm> ege OCC asions was of the versation on t primmest andmostdemure.^Sometime8^ utc^ r a feeble request to can y my P rase ^* on the weather, and so on,j an . Q " vert he- loving friends to iound J p rather to seek an independence for my self than to accept kindness from sister, who was not in affluent circumstances Thus began my governess life, which T am thankful to say, has been such a 1 “Mr. Bargili." cried out uonstance;s Hiiecissthat 1 am row able to live in little girl, running up to us, "just look f.,imfnrt and to put by a mite forarainy at my valentine! Isn t it a beautyP I dn7 I have not soent much in travel- have had such a lot, but this is the pret- inv though my kind friends, the Cov- tiest of them all, and I cannot find out entry’s, sent me many invitations. Per- who sent it. Do you kno w P I be ieve ban slum a little proud, for I think I it was you. Now, wasn’t itP Tell the could not mix in their society with just truth.” the same pleasure as in former days. “ No, Carrie it was not I However they are unchanged to me.and “1 believe it was, i hough,” she per uiwnvs will be. I feel sure. sisted. “ I’m sure it wad" The clock had just struck nine. What “No, Carrie, indeed,” ho answered, n lime I have sat here ruminating on while a grave smii? hovered round his „ time! aud the postman is not come mouth, “ I never sent but one valentine vet 1 Valentine’s day- that is the reason in all my life, and that— of the delay, no douot. “ Well, and thatP” Here he comes around the corner, but “ That one was never answered.” what a time he stops at each door l The He looked at me, though he was five little dwellings to be visited before speaking to her, and instantly I rem-m- hP vets here will take, I should think, bored my two valentines oi long ago, Another quarter of an hour, at this rate that one in particular which was Lever of coing Well! you will not be detained accounted for, and which I had troubled long here, my man. Sarah shall bring myself so little about . In my own the breakfast mind I had never doubted that it had Another ten minutes5 he is here! | been sent me by mischievous young singular Discovery of a Diamond. Mr. Jaddus Gogaien, 01 Kent county, and Mr. Michael W Coughlin, ol New castle, N. B., have gone to England, principally to dispose of a diamond, or a supposed diamond, which was found by Mr. Coughlin among the stones at the ballast wbarf, Newcastle. The sup position is hat it was broughtrout Irom the East indies in ballast. The prize is oval shaped, weighs thirty-live carats, has appai ently very little outer crust, and is colorless and not distinguishable from water. It is transparent, and if it is a diamond of good quality, is very valuable. It is s«id they were offered $510 for the article in the North, but n f-iscd. Tbe arrangement by which Mr Goaaien became half owner in this gem is to the effect that he pays the ex penses of the trip to England, by wllich it is expected to effect a sale. Mr. Gogaitn also takes about 100 pearls, gattm ed in the North from oysters and black clams, the latter, v hen found in waters used for steam driving, often containing pearls which find a ready sale at a high price. A few of these are quite large, un i should be worth con siderable .— Monrt in (N. B.) Times. hand, friends. The Pi| Pasture. We always have the best success with breeding sows when they are allowed to feed on grass. This is the only food they require until tho young pigs are a week or two old, when milk or meal of some sort may bo gl en to them to increase the flow of milk li they require It. Bows thus managed are never uglv and never destroy their pig?. Why? Because they are in a natural and health7 condition. Tho grass Also increases the flow of milk and is, cjult.ii often, sufficient food for a sow wliile-rearing her young. Young pigs soon learn to eat the grass, which is alike natural and healthful for tiicm. We never have a caso of soours or thumps among young pigs when run ning in pasture. The gnss serves to, counteract tho 1 fleet of corn, nnd many pigs on grass can be fed heavily with tills food without the injury which it would do them if confined and deprived oi grass Our experience has convinced us that no farm is complcto without a pig pa turo. CloVer is the best of all thu grosses for this purpose, and next to it we prefer orchard grass for tho reason that it starts up promptly after being eaten off.is the earliest in the spring ana is relished by tiie pigs. It is not necessary to have a speola' field for the pig pasture, but they may be al lowed lorun in any lot ft properly in closed. There should be water in tho Held and plinty of grass. A patch of sweet corn sowed in drills will be found convenient to supplement a short pas ture in the late summer. Thero should also be another patch of turnips or other r* ots into whioh tho pigs mny be turned for fall breeding With tho three Auxiliaries of pasture, sweet corn stalks and a root patch, tho cost of roar ing and feeding pigs may b-i reduced to less than one-half ot their oxpenau whan tt:ey arc confined and fed in pens, to say nothing about their better condition for food.—Rural New Yorker. llapld ClturnlnB Undeilrabl*. As a vule the best butter Jb produced by using a moderate motion (n churn ing. The operation at tho comraenoo- ment should always bo slow, in order that the cream shall be well mixed to- ? ;et|ier f After this the motion mny bo aster, but its rate of speed should bo made uniform and ndapted to the con struction of tho churn. Tho objection to very fa t churning is that the larger butter globules come first and are gather ed Into lumps before the smaller ones are churned; hence a lo«s in quantity if tho churning is stopped at this point, and if continued under a very rapid motion th" butter globules that oome Hist are liable to be injured. We havo never seen any of the so-called “ three-minute churns ” that uniformly made good butter by churning in this short time. Ol course there is a difference in .oreams; tha from tho milk of Jorsoy cows will ordi narily churn more quickly than cream from the milk ol common cows. But uncor nn» clroumstamos very rapid motion loads to do injury to tho cream, nnd especially is this the case when the butter toglns to como. In churning, the object sought should be to have all the cream churned alike nnd in about the sau.e time, and when the butter appeals in a granular form the churning should cense. Ol course we shall not pretend to say that inventions and processes for ohnrning very quickly cannot be broug t out, and which will make uniformly a first-class butter; we can only say if there be such a chun —ono that is mado to do its work, for instance, in three minutes, and can in that time produce the best butter—wo havo not yet seen it. - Dairyman. The Difference. From actual experiments made it is demonstrated beyond a doubt that the grinding of grain adds one-third to its value for feeding purposes. This is 11 matter of a good deal of importance to the agricultural community, and, in fact, to all classes who have animals lo food. As far as dollars aro concerned, perhaps it is not of so much moment in tho Northwest, where grain is so cheap and so pUnty, ns it is in other portions of tho country, where les3 grain is raised, but it is worthy of the consider- ation of those who havo not full bins of oats and corn. Since the introduction of cheap feel-mills, it is tbe province ol every farmer to own one. with which all grain intended for the stock on lh< farm could be ground. Heclpcs. Good White Bread.—Ila.f a pint of nice light bread sponge, one lieaping tablespoonful of sugar, stir in graham flour enough to make a stiff batter; let i: rise, then stir it down and put it into 1 he baking tins, let it rise again, then bake a iiitle longer than white broad. Use good yeast but no soda in this bread. Cheap. Good Sponge Cake.—Whisk together four eggs, a large cupful of powdered suzar, add lemons to taste; also three tablespoonfuls of water, half a large cupful or flo r, with two tea spoonfuls of baking powder in it. Thoroughly but lightly mix, adding more water if required. Bake this in buttered tins or fancy molds. Barley Soup —Boil one pint of pearl barley in one quart oi stock till it is re duced to a pulp, pass it through a sieve anc. t.dd as inucu more stock as will be required to make of the consistency of cream; put the soup on the fire; when it boiis stir into it, off tho fire, the yolk of an egg beaten up with a gill of iresh butter, and serve with small dice oi bread fried in butter. Irish Fotatj Fie.—One pound mashed potatoes rubbed through a colander; one half pound butter, creamed with sugar; six eggs, white and yolks separately; one lemon, squeezed into the potatoes while hot; one cupful of milk one teaspoonful oi nutmeg, and the same of mace; two cupslul white sugar; bake iu open shells of paste; to be eaten cold.— Com mon Sense in the Household — M tr ion. Before the Day-Break. Before the day-break shines a (tar That in the day’s great glory ta les; Too fiercely bright Is tho tall light That her nale-gleanjng lamp upiirafds. Before tbe day-break sings a bird That stills her song ere morning light) Too loud lor her is the dny's stir, The woodland's thomond-tongned delight. Ah I great the honor is lo shine A light wherein no traveler errs; And rich the prize to rank divine Among the world’s loud choristers. Bnt I wonld be that paler star, And I would be that lonelier bird)] To shine with hope, wldlo hope’s alar, And sing ol love, when love’s nnheard. — The Spectator. HUMOROUS. The feelings ol a pig aro* always pent Firemen, as well as other people, like to talk of their old flames. Ono who knows says that a soft porn is tho hardest kind of a 0 >rn. A game of baseball is like a bnokwheat cake—a great deal depends on the batter. Tho motion of a woman’s jaws in chewing four caramels at onco. gives n very poor idea of the poetry of mdtion., A man who is as tiue as steel, pos sessing an iron will, tome gold and a lair proportion of brafs (/ sliould be able tj endure the hardware of tins world. The weight of the circulating blood in amnn s about twenty pounds. But ono pound will oltnn cause it to circu late—if the pound is given on tho nose. I know how nmnr days there are in a vear-three hundred and s xty-five nncl a fourth.” Parent—“Is that soP Whore does the fourth ccmo in P” Pupil—“Fourth of July.” A prudent man had his portrait painted recently. His Irlends complained lo him that it was much too old. “Thnt’e what I ordered ” said he. “It will nave llie expenso oi another one ten years from now.” Greedy grooer (to farmer’s wife who is supplying him with butter)—"Thie pun’ o’ butter is ower llcht, gudewlfe.” Gulewife—*"Blame yeisel’, then; I weighed it wi’ the pun’ o’ sugar I gat frao ye yestreen.” rOKT-TRBB. Oak, Caroline! fir yew I pine; Oh, willow, will vou not be mine? l iiy lineal eyes, thy tulip# red, Tliv way#, nlUnrah, have turned my heed; All linden shadow# by thv seto, I cypres# on tny heart and wait; Dion gum ! batch olierUhed, Caroline; Wa’ll fly tor elm# ol bit## divmo. There is a young man studying law in a Galveston lawyer's office, and tbe young man is not vtrv regular in bie habits. Yesterday tbe old lawyer said: Why didn’t I see you in court, yester day?" “Because I wa-n’t there, I reckon. I was oon fined to my room with the toothache." was the response ot the incipient Blackstone. “ Come, now,” said ihn lawyer, good-naturedly, "stop that. You will havo plenty of time to He after you have passed your examination and been admitted to the bar."— Qalveeton News Mr. Topnoody was in good humor this morning, »md coming into tte kitchen, where Mi*. T. was at work, ho throwaiarrel hoop over her that he found in the back yard and said: “Ha! bal Mrs. Topnoody, why are you like thewii'sof a dr<us clown P” “I dbn’t know,” snapped Mrs. T., jerking away the hoop, “unless I’m married to a fool.” Poor Topnoody collapsed and forgot the answer tohls lonundrum, all except something about being in a ring, and even bis friends down town couldn't recall to his mind what it was, —Bltubenville Herald. Fretting. There is one sin which it seems to me is everywhere and by everybody under estimated, and quite too much over looked in our valuations of character. It is tbe sin of fretting. It is as common as air, as speech; so common that un less it rises above its usual monotone we do not even observe it. Watch any ordinary coming together of people, and see how muny minutes it will be before somebody frets—that is, mukes a more or less complaining statement of some thing or other, which most probably, every one in the room, or the stage, or tho cur. or the street co ner, as it may be, knew before, and which most prob ably nobody can help. Why say any thing about itP It is c«.ld, it is hot, it is wet, it is dry; somebody has broken an appointment, ill-cooked a meal; stu pidity or bad faith somewhere has resulted in discomfort. There are always plenty of things to fret about. It is simply astonishing how much annoyance and discomfort may be found in the course of every day’s living, even at the simplest, ii oneonly keepsaBharp eve out on that side of things. Even Holy Writ says wa are born to trouble as sparks fly upward, in the blackest of smoke, there is a blue sky above, and the less timo they waste on the road the sooner they will reach it. Fretting is all timo wasted on the road.—Helen Hunt. In Cuba there is a litfclo insect, the nigua. which enters the human skin, and, building a nest underneath, depos its its egga. It is so small a- to require a microscope to detect it. They cause intense itching, and, of course, poison the flesh where they enter: A Mad Stone. There are many persons in the West who believe in the cnri.tive powers ot the mad stone. A ,nan who was bitten by a mad pig near Tdcumseh, Neb., traveled all the way to Savannah, Mo., to trv the famous mad s nne owned Dy old Uncle John Nelson. Tne stone im mediately adhered to the wound, which is said to be proof positive that the patient’s blood was poison d, and re mained clinging to the sore irom early morning un ilsundown, wh iflitdroppea cff. Tb : patient denTted feeling that ho bad heen cured. Uncle John Nelson has owned his mad stone since 1848, and has u ed it in over a hundred cases where men have been bitt .n. He avers tupt it never failed to woik s-oure. Laws for the Million- A note dated on Sunday is void. . If a note be lost or stolen it does not release ths maker; he must pay it. An indorser of a note is exempt from liability if not served with notice of its aishonor within twenty-four hours of its non payment. Each individual iu partnership is re sponsible for the whole amount ot tbe debts of the firm, except in cases of special partnership. Ignorance of the law excuses no ore. An agreement without consideration is void. Signatures in lead penoil are good in law. A receipt for money is not legally con clusive. Contracts made on Sunday cannot be enforced. A contract made with a minor is void able. A contract made with a lunatic is void. Checks or drafts must be presented for payment without unreasonable delay. The public debt of tbe United States is $68 per head; of Spain, $154; of France $136; of England, $>17; of Holltnd, $U7; of Canada, 8if8; of Mexico, $39; of Switzerland, $i. :* wm V