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THE MEKUUJK* PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY, notice. the MERCURY; i\u wv— ** be »ooo in panted with the tail p»P er most ol the writer, not neoeMirfly lor pnblh A. .T. JLRNIGAN, Pkopriktok. 5" on , but w a Roermntee of Rood faith. We lire in no wny reeponalhle lor the Tiowt >Y® »»» *** — • „ opinion* of oorr-pondente. fi ; W. H. WHITAKER, dentist, n—iwwHli, Oe. Ton Cash. 0{Bee *t hi* reeideoee on Herrie Street. April », 18W. B. D. EVANS, Attorney atLaw, April 1,1880. SaedanrOle, Ga. DR. WM. RAWLINGS, Physician & Surgeon, Sender*TCIe, Oe. Offlee et SendemlUe Hotel. April !•> 1W‘ E. A. SULUVAN, NOTARY PUBLIC, Boeder** 111 e, Gs. special Btteathm Kiwi to eoUeotlon o' ohinM. Offloe la the Oowrt-Hooee. 0. H. ROGERS, Attorney at Law, BeademUlo, Oe. Prompt Mtentioa given to ell h—lane. Offloe in north went room el Oowt-Hooeo. May *, IMP. C. C. BROWN, Attorney at Law, Baademville, Oe. WW piaotbe ia the State end United Statei Court*. Om*e in Coort-Tleae*. H. N. HOLLIFIELD, Physician & Surgeon, Biel—iBle, Ga. Wo* am* deer le Mr*. Bayne’* mOUaen (tare 'on Bertie Street. DR. A B. ROBERTS, Physician A Surgeon, Oe. M*y be eeemhed at hi* efltne on Harriet Knrt, In the hiMonk bodge tatlldfa*, from t ‘.■to 1 P tai»od troial tolnai daring lOhoiahatreet, other hour* et hi* reekkaoe, on ( when not »ioto**ioaaUr < April I, 1880. Watches, Clocks AND JEWELRY amainaa n JERNIOAN. POSTOFFICE HOURS. 7:00 to 11 sM e. m. 1:10 to 0:00 p. m. K. A. Splmtam, P. M. Subscribe for the MERCURY, Only f 1.60 per enntm. ruBUSniD by JKRNIQAN A SCARBOROUGH. BUY YOUR Spectacles, Spectacles, FROM JERNICAN. 0*Non* genuine without our Trade Mark. On hand and for sale, Music, Music. SOTO JERNIGAM nouns, accordeons, BOWS, STRINGS, JtoSIMBOXES, ETC. Machine Needles, OIL and SHUTTLES 01 ulso 01 <0* *ele. 1 will oi dor parts ol Machines that get broke, and new pieces ero wanted. A J- JERNIOAN. nun,i, points. /' ecu iqto ’^ i? i*» u ‘ l iully f lustced ot crowding ■y d*'/ f N llj0 J’UntA thus it AK, 4, end 6 ini. t JcJ . Til utm V° a . titder apart. have more KOU.M . , —™»*.. ,. , i, »ud 6 ine. j aV bTolil,” hSTO more ROOM , U r fcJ *; . fc e n ' 1 for Illustrated Patnnfiw l-.I.V^rTTrT,, J.A.J0NES,WILMINGTON, DEL. I not* " ‘Vaftoiiat ln ,L , U , „ »• CLAYTON, *lth jou/.t 1 '. ''u h.-U to ♦ !»«„ u {Middleton,Dtl.,andFarme >««t, |hJlA olnt * Hiau u[,h , c ,".' ort ‘ "heat, whore I drll }°u uo“ttvnrV “ 1,111 1 «■«» llwm I. t- U,illtA cl «to.v, j#., hi. 1’i.ouut, Del. VOL. II. The Singing Bird. ' Oh, swoot, swoot, swoot,” the swallow sung * rou > tlio neat ho bulklod high; And tho robin’s raptured echo rung From Ida leafy porch cloao by. "Oh, swoot, Bwcot, swoot,” the swallow sung On tho summer’s dying night; And “swoot, swoot, swoot,” tho echo rung, As tho robin plumed for (light; " Oh, Hwoct is tho summer when just begun, And swoot, swoot, swoot, when her lilois done. Oli, swoot, swoot, swoot is tho wliolo glad earth, When tho summer days aro Loro; And swoot, swoot, swoot is tho timo of dearth, Though tho autumn days aro drear; If only deep in tho heart is hoard Tho gladsomo Hong of tho “ singing bird." HANNAH AND I. My father had moved into a now place. Prospectively, I enjoyed much m tho dethronement of our household gods; and the reduction of all our worldly goods to a stato of chaos. I foresaw tho delicious suspense, anxiety nnd final dismay or rejoicing that would attend tho transit of our looking-glasses and parlor chairs. I lookod forward to a kind of nomadic oxistonco about tho houso during tho days wherein wo wero getting settled, to tho exploration of nuknown depths under tho closet stairs, nnd of mysterious recossos bo- hind tho chimney. I expected to sit nud sing in tho host rocking-chair, to roll my tired limbs on tho host mattress, and to tako my dinner with a largo spoon from out n fruit-jar. When, therefore, I rode up from tho depot on top of tho box containing my mother’s best china nnd glnsswnro, I felt that every one who beheld, also envied. Tho short ends of my hat band fluttered spiritedly in tho March breeze, and tho anticipatory tremors in iny breast ercakod tho starched shirt- front beneath my jacket. At a vory tondor ago wo realize that liis is a world of disappointments, for tho noxt few days my lifo consisted mainly in hunting up the liammor, run ning for nnils, trotting up to tho store and down to tho tinnorls and aftor tho :ai pouter, pushing stove-legs into place, holding up footboards of family bed steads, lifting tho corners of bureaus, waiting upon tho painter and tho white wash man,' getting my fingers pinched, getting scolded, getting a cold, losing my handkerchief, having nothing in particular to’- eat savo a little baker’s brood, and now and then n bit of beef steak cooked sometimes by my mother sometimes by my father, sometimes by Mary Hullivan, and occasionally by nil threo. * * By tho third day I began to see that tho nnnrchic style of housekeeping has its disadvantages and to feel that tho springs of a naturally good constitution wore wearing out in *1110 family service. On tho morning of that day I loft my mothor and Mary Sullivan stretching a carpet fitted for a room 15x15 to cover our now dining-room, 15x10, and walked out in tho back yard to tako the air. As I sauntered down to tho front gato my cyos were greeted by a vision of youth—I cannot say of beauty--swing ing upon the gate over the way. Tho “ vision ’’ wore a largo bombaziuo hood, Bueh as was at this timo in high roputo among grandmothers, but was never calculated to enhaneo tho charms of tho young. A little plaid shawl was pinned askow about her shoulders. One of a species of embroidered pantalets which, like tho dodo of Mauritius, lias since becomo extinct, had slipped down and lay like a wrinkled bandago around tho toil of her shoe. “ Hallo!” said I. “Hallo!” responded sho; “ you’re a moan, nasty boy!” I should linvo promptly returned this compliment but for tho consider ation that I had just moved into tho community, and everything depended upon my acquiring a good reputation. Without replying, therefore, I began reflectively digging a hole in the gate- post with my jack-knife. Tho “ vision ” swung back and forth, and hummed “ I want to bo an angel.” In giving an unusually vigorous lurch outward an apple flow from her hand and fell into tlio middle of tho muddy street. I digross lioro to stato that, though a popular street, that portion of it in front of my father's houso generally was muddy. During tho spring and fall months wo had.a large, swasliy pool there—one that appeared to flow from a secret perennial source of muddiness. In the winter months it froze over and made capital skating. During the sum mer it gradually dried away, until, at tho “ pollvwog” season, when alone a boy can tako tho highest rational o.ijoy- ment in a mud-puddle, only a damp spot in tho center of the street indicated the place from which tho water had sub sided. It was now at high tide and the uiiplo fell into tho oozo just below it. < ‘ Boy, come over and pick up my annlo,” commanded my neighbor. Conscious of setting that young pagan an oxamplo of good manners, I returned the applo with a bow my mother bad taught me. She gave it two or three cleansing dashes on her dross skirt and then said: , , . Lend mo your knife and 111 give DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. 81.50 PER ANNUM. SANDERSVILLE, GA., APRIL 12, 1881, NO. 2. THE MERCURY. ■otter aft the , April 17, MM. SMlMlW—, WofetaltM OMMFi Oft* ' w JERRICAN ft SCARBOROUGH. 1 ••••••••••••a ‘'s.x&at vs. “ Hannah Ann Farley. You going to livo in that liouso?" * “ I expect to.” “ I’m glad of it. I’oil, swoot, swoot, swoot,” rang tho joyful time, Uh, swoot, swoot, swoot is tho world iu Juno. • 1 Ohf swoot, swoot, swoot,” tho maiden said, As sho twinod hor hair with (lowers; From bird and blossom tho echo sped ( Through tho long and blissful home, “ Oh, swoot, swoot, swoot,” rang tho joyful tune, ‘ Oh, swoot, swoot, swoot is tho world in Juno. ’ lint tho maiden, never a word b!io said, As sho donned her woods of woo; Tho bird that sung in licr henrt was dead, With tho Hummov of long ago; Tho swoot, swoot, swoot, of tho bloom and bird As idlo mocking hor dull car heard. _ There’s boon a dis agreeable, stuck-up little girl living over there. I thought when first I saw y °m’, -T°" goin S to lie just like her.” Iliis I took as Hannah’s apology for nor reception. It was satisfactory, and no might then and there have bccomo friends, but nt that moment Mary Sulli van eamo to our front door and called mo homo. Sho said tho brass-headed tacks wore all gone, and I must go to tho store for more. When I returned Htwihah Ann was nowlioro to bo soon. lho noxt morning I was fortunate enough to find a fivo-cont pioco in n cruck of a bureau drawor, and promptly started for a store wherein to spend it. Tho streets wore so muddy I thought I would go across and leap tho neigh bor s fences. I was In neighbor lur- loys yard when I.was sharply hailed from a littlo wimloW high up in tho end of tho houso. " Boy, come up hero I” . " IIow am I going to got up ?” "‘Go around to tho kitchen, and nsk my mother to show you tho wny.” I huntod up tho kitchon, and found Hannah’s mothor. Prior to this time when I wisliod to represent a female figure upon my slato I had a triangle surmounted bv an eclipse, and this in turn finished by a small circle; horo- aftor, with Mrs. Farley in mind, I drew a cylindrical figure with a small circlo on tho upper end, and a slight depres sion representing tho waist-lino. Aftor onco seeing Mrs. Farloy I could novor wonder that Hannah was forover bor rowing a pin to fasten somotbing on with. There could never bo a more de lightful garret than Mrs. Farloy’s, for novor could tliero bo a woman who could exoel hor in tho celerity with which sho would use up furniture. Such a col lection of mirrors with shattered glasses, bottomloss chairs, dismantled buroauB, and talilos standing upon threo logs is seldom mot 1 “ What do you want to play?” asked Hannah. " Pirate.” “ What’s a pirate?” I explained, nnd Hannah forthwith bocarno tho most bloodthirsty of pirates. It was in my henrt to spare the women and childrA, but bLo refused to listen to such a proposition, nnd follod hor victims loft anil light without regard to ago or sox. Onco sho pierced mo through tho heart, and I fell bleeding, dying, bitting my head against tho chimney, nnd yelling out in unfeigned agony. Afterward, wo wore riding peacefully along over tho green fields, and bonenth tho calm blue sky, on a two-legged and very dusty sofa, whon a party of bri gands swooped down upon us, and bore us off to a loathsome dnngeon behind a dismantled bureau. Wo ilattcuod our selves nnd crawled out, bclicndod tho brigands, appropriated their spoils, and returned triumphnnt to our own homes. Wo were vory dusty and covered with cobwebs whon I remembored my flve- cent pioco nnd said I must go. “ Give mo half of what you’re going to buy, and I’ll go with you,” snid Hannah. I couldn’t vory well refuse this goncr- ens offer; so site put on her hood and shawl, at my suggestion tied up her shoo- strings, nnd wo startod. Sho expressed a preference for blnek licorieo, and I oxjionded my money upon that luxury: and shared it liberally. Wo came homo hand in hand, nnd though Hannah wont over-shoo in mud and water throe times, sho bore it with inimitablo good-nature. From that morning our friendship matured rapidly. Sometimes Hannah was at our houso; somotimos I jdayod in tho Farloy garret; nnd somoliiuos when sho had a soro throat, and wore a prepa ration of lard and camphor-gum around it, we laid permission to play in Mrs. Farley’s parlor. Whonevor Hannah stole cookies nnd ginger-snaps for her self, sho always laid in for mo; when Mary Sullivan made tea-snucer pies for , I carried thorn red-hot from tho y0 Sl!o lf sot tho apple upon top of the gatopost, savagely jammed tho tone through it, wiped the blade on her shaw and returned the knifo with the larger part oi the apple. “ Thank you,” said I. “ What is your name, boy ? • 1 George Harrimtui. What is yours l oven to neighbor Farley’s, nnd Hannah and I watched them cool with hearts that boat as ono. Then whilo one-half tho juice drizzled over my jacket tlio corresponding half dripped on Hannah’s apron. Hannah was passionately fond of “jooce!” When school opened, Hannah and I went hand in hand, and stood by ono anotlior in days of adversity as well as days of prosperity. Hannah being a miserable scholar, hor days wero mostly of adversity. Tho months slipped away, and the years grew apace. My father petitioned tho town authorities to fill up that mud puddle in front of our houso. The town authorities gave every encourage ment that the “ wliolo board” would bo on tlio spot nt an early day, but we looked for them in vain. My father made a second and third importunity with like results. Then ho pressed his grievance upon tlicir attention as gen tlemen and mon of honor. As gentle men and men of honor they gavo their word that tho mafctor should bo neglect ed no longor. Wo livod upon that proiniso six months. Then my father, grown irate, threatened to sue. The board, becoming defiant, just wished ho would suo ; they should like to see him site. At this retort my father’s feelings rose to tho summit of moral indigna tion ; he wouldn’t suo; he scorned to lower himself to a quarrel with such men ; but lie would pay no more taxes in that town ; and onergetic prepara tions for our removal began. Hannah and I were sitting upon tlio edge of Mr. Farloy’s coal-bin when I communicated to her my father’s de cision. As soon as sho saw I was in earnest slio dropped over upon the anthracite, and gavo vent to a flow of tears. Sho declared that she couldn’t and wouldn’t have me go. Sho should dio with loneliness, ami she wished she was dead. A few tears of mino drizzled over into tho bin and mingled with Hannah’s. Afterward sho appeared re conciled,and manifested intenso interest in our preparations, obtruding her ser vices at her liouso until my mother de clared she should never bo ready to go if that Farloy girl couldn’t bo kept at home. Tlio morning of our departure dawned nt last. My father and mother wont to tho dopot, leaving mo to follow, as I had come, on the last load of goods. It was an April morning, succeeding a heavy rain-storm, and tlio waves of my father’s mud-puddlo ran high. Hannah sat upon tho old potunin mound by tlio gate, sobbing. I raised her drooping form to bid hor farowoll, pushed tho hair from her fqco and gavo her my last kiss. Sho clutched frantically nt my jackot, but, realizing that delays are dangerous, I sprang upon a dry-goods box in tho wagon, Tho liorso, most se verely afflicted with spring-halt, started off at a fonrfnl gallop, and wo disap peared around tho comor forover. As Roon as circumstances would per mit I addressed a letter to Hannah, and soon received a reply, of which tho fol lowing is a verbatim copy: M}! Hear Uorr/e:— I now sot down to lot you know how I am. I havo had a sour throat noroly all tho time senco you Loft. Somobotly has shot our Cat. School commonscs noxt wook. I drod it, A now family has moved into your Houso, there is too boys, Eddy and willy. If wo novor seo each other again on urth I hopo wo may mont in henven. Yours Truly, Hannah A. Fahley. Tho lot tor also contained two blots nnd n grenso spot nnd was directod by Hannah’s mothor, wrong sido up with enro. I wtoto her once more,but rocoivod no answer a failure which I attributed to hor aversion to all literary labor rather than to any diminution in tho ardor of her affections. I attended school for tho noxt threo four years, nnd then entered tho wholjsalo mercantile business in tlio service of an uncle. I became a rising young man. Some of the timo I roso rapidly, ns gaseous matter and yonng mon botween the ngos of sixteen and twenty-five aro in the habit of doing. Our fnmily also prospered. From tlireo- ply in our parlor wo passed by easy stages through body Brussels to Eng lish Wilton, and wo numbered tho successors of Mary Sullivan by twos and by threes. Presently I arrived at that ago whereat oxtromoly witty people begin pointing at n young man peculiarly sharp and or iginal jests concerning tho subject of matrimony. At first the implication therein conveyed that I had only to cbooso was gratifying to my vanity; but by tho timo I began to direct any serious thoughts that way mysolf, so much solid wit had boeomo an insufferable boro. There wore girls in large quantities and excellent qunlitios all uround me, but tlio thought of advancing to anything serious with any ono of them always suggested Hannah. lily reminiseoncos of Hannah wero not such that I could create an idoal femi nine character of hor; but whon a fel low has sat in a coal-bin with a girl and taken alternate sucks on as many ,Tack- son-bnlls as I had with Hannah, no snbsoquont oxporionce can over entirely ofiaco tlio impression. I had a curiosity to know what Hannah had booomo. The surest way to satisfy this curiosity seemed to bo to go and soo hor. I ac cordingly went. Tho girl was pretty. Sho had color and frankness ; sho had graeo and re poso of manner. Her finger-nails wore scrupulously kept, root and crown, and hor hair was glossy, as well as fashion ably dressod. Tlio year wo loft town Hannah’s mothor died ; and aftor the billows of affliction had surged ovor his soul for nbout six months, Mr. Farloy again be held tlio sun and took a now wifo. Tho new wifo had taken iniinito pains with her step-daughter. Tho step-daughter’s present appearance, as compared with her former condition, bore favorablo testimony for tho lady’s systom. Han nah said that whon wo wero children I had seemed like a brother to hor, and I at onco placed myself upon a fraternal standing. I interrogated hor in regard to tlio occupants of my old home, and sho finally confided to mo that sho was engaged to tho younger Wothorbco, tho “willy” of hor letter. I afterward saw him, and could not but inwardly applaud tlio discrimination that led hor, ovon in childhood, to bo- gin his name with a small letter. Ho was an individual of from 110 to 115 pounds weight, though what tlioro was of him was drawn out and judiciously distributed with a view to making tho most of straitened circumstances. There may bo no more ink in an exclamation point than a vowel, but it is bettor adapted to attract attention. As to color, energy and vivacity, nannah had enough to supply threo just like him. Hannah’s, I soon perceived, was the philosophical form of engaged lifo. Ono evening when wo went to walk, she said to me ; “ Mr. Wctherboo lias bis faults; no ono knows them bettor than I. But wlioro,” added she, touchingly, “wlioro will you find a man who hasn’t faults ?” “wlioro, surely!” responded I. “ I don’t look for perfect happiness hero bolow,” continued Hannali, pon- sively; “ I’ve seen too much of lifo for that!”—Hannah is some years my junior and must at this period have arrived at the mature ago of nineteen years. I returned homo and two years slipped away. I was still halting between two opinions and looking inquiringly at a third, and the “ opinions” had bgun to manifest lively symptoms of taking care of themselves, when one day in a neigh boring city, strolling through a paper- box factory whose proprietor was my friend, I eamo across Hannah. “ How in tho world came you hero?” bluntly ejaculated I. “By the fortunes of life and the rail way.” I didn’t know wliotlier slio was to bo addressed as Farley or Wotherbeo, and observing that she was dressed in deep mourning, avoided anything that might suggest explanations. Slio presently told me that her father was dead. Then as I sought her confidence—on the fra ternal basis—sho told mo that her father had left liis estate incumbored. “Those disagreeablo Wetherbeos hold a mortgage on tlio houso,” said slio, “and they aro just the exacting, unac commodating kind of people who wouldn’t hesitate in foreclosing the day Bin time oxnii'os !” “ Yon sco,” said sho " the proporty is loft by will to momma and mysolf con jointly. If It is disposod of at a forced salo it must bo at a great sacrifice, and then poor mamma will be left without a homo. She bos done everything for mo” —hero Hannah’s largo eyes filled with teora—" and it is n small thing for me to try to save tho homo for her." I said I wondered slio hadn't sought a different kind of employment and sug gested teaching. “ Oh, I’ve triod applying for sohools. Two or threo times I’vo received invita tions to examinations; and they’ve given mo perfectly dreadful lists of quostions —asked reasons why wo porformod operations that I never before know wo did perform.” “Musio, then." “Ilovo music; but there aro threo toncliers to every pupil. Thjft. is pleas ant work, and 1 am nappy in feeling I shall savo tho homo for mamma 1” When I reached homo that evening I sold an opera ticket I had purchased in tho morning, and, whoroas I had always smokod flftoon-cont cigars, now pur- .THE FARM AND HOUSEHOLD. eliasod a box at ton cents (I gavo them th ‘ by no away boforo tlio closo of tlio week and wont back to flfteon’B) ond asked mother if tlioro wasn’t a pioco somewhere in tho city where they clcansod and dressod over-soiled kid gloves to look as well as now. For tho next fow wooks I had consid erable business in a neighboring city, and I used to transact it in season for tlio three-o’olock train, nnd tbon con clude to wait for tlio oxprosH. Hannah was nlways in fine spirits, buoyed up by tho belief that slio wns making sure progress in paying that debt. I should soon thought of discharging tho nat ional obligation by peddling matches. Ono warm Saturday aftornoon, when I stood by hor sido, and she leaned back fatigued, but distraetingly pretty with tho looso hair culling nround hor temples, sho inadvertently laid hor hand on tlio corner of tho 'tnblo noxt mo. It was growing thin and tho H formed by tho bluo veins on tlio back, and which, in tho days of youthful simplicity slio had told mo stood for Horrimnn, stood out with great distinctness. I suggested being allowed to make an arrangement removing licr from tlio necessity of liquidating thoso debts. Sho refused to listen. I pressed tho matter nnavailingly. I then wont to tho proprietor, told him Miss Furlcy was an old solioolmnto and a friend of mine, who was heroically trying to save tho family residence for hor stepmother, and asked him if ho could not famish hor a better position; but Frank is tho most obtuso of creatures. Ho finally askt-.l mo if slie could keop books, ltcmer (boring tho splurges in that useful opistlo of here, I felt b means confident, but soldi: “Give her tho books, nny way, and look to mo for damages." Ho found that slie wrote a neat hand, and had a slight inkling of donblo entry ; but when it eamo to tho subject of remuneration, and slio asked him how much ho line! paid his last book- kooper, bo had tho stupidity to reply: Ho had 8800, . but I sliuli allow you ei/iiK).' All 1” Raid slie, “lie was an old and oxporioneod bookkeeper, whilo I know littlo about it. Why under such cir cumstances do you increase tlio salary ?” Frank wouldn’t have scniplod at an entire series of equivocations in his own behalf, but since only my interests wore at stake, liis conscienco bocarno as ton- dor as George Washington's. Ho finnlly acknowledged that tlio increase was pro vided for by a friend. I shall accept tlio position nt 8800,” said she, with dignity. I went up and hold a conversation with Hannah. I “reasoned” with hor; “sot things in their' true light;” I niado matters clear." It did seem ad if sho might boo, but she wouldn’t. Upon the urgent and repeated invita tions of my mother sho consented to spend her Sabbaths at our place. Sho was in tlio frequent receipt of lottcrs from her stepmother, iu which tho most uffoctiounto sentiments were couched in tho most beautiful langungo, and on Sunday evenings slio used to read mo extracts from these letters with tears in hor oyes. Tho pay-day eamo at length whereon I was morally certain sho would recoivo onough to complete hor payments. I went to seo hor ut hor boarding-placo that ovoning, nnd broached the doforred subject. She attempted evasion, but I had decided that if ovor I was to have my own wny in this connection it was timo I began. Tho result was I went homo with her the next day. Wo found Mrs. Farley had just de cided to marry tlio former chairman of that board of road commissioners who wouldn’t fill up my father’s mud- puddlo. I think, Hannah,” said Bhe, reflect ively, “ that perhaps we’d better dispose of tlio proporty, and tako our re spective portions to purchase our trous seaux with.” They did accordingly, and one “ re spective portion ” was mado up as quickly as I could spur on an able and experi enced corps of dressmakers. During the'years that have elapsed since that oventful poriod, onr domostie lifo has been somotimos critical, and often peculiar, but always jolly. I’ve novor seen the hour when in tlio inmost recesses of my heart I’ve regretted that my father’s family onco resided opposite that mud-puddle and Hannah Ann. S/iri nyfield Rep it Mica n. For an early crop of peas plant early in tho spring, just os soon as tlioro is no longer any frost in tho ground. Gliooso a southorp exposure, ond, if possiblo, a northwestern protection. Tho warmer tho plnco tho bettor. It is our practice, as far ns possible, to prepare onr ground tho autumn previous, so that tho fertil izers may become flnoly mixed with the soil. Wo have found old leaf mold a very good manure. Wo prefer double rows for at. least the tall sorts, which should bo bushed when thoy aro five inches high, having previously beon hoed. Tho raiiiB will pack tho earth around the young plants, and it needs good stirring. Tho doublo rows we make soven inches apart, and from that to tho noxt doublo about four (cot. It lias boon our plan in order to get a good start to sift some earth and fertilizers, get n number of pans or boxos, soak tho pens over night and plant in tho boxes, two inohos of lino earth to a good sprinkling of soaked Hoed, ono after tho othor to tho top. Tho boxos aro put in a warm room in tho sunshine or near a stove, and tho earth is kept moistonod with tepid wator. When tlio ground is ready tho boxes aro takon into tlio garden, tlio earth and peas aro gently dumped out, and, as tho peas will bo found to have sprouted, thoy must bo carefully dropped into tho drills, with fear th§t tho sprouts may bo broken. Then they must bo gontly covorod. Wo plant peas so that they aro not more than a naif inch apart, somotimos almost touch, and our success with peaB lias boen vory great. In fact, wo bail tho vanity to try and show our country neighbors that a family can liavo plonty of peas, and good ones. As to varieties our tastes may bo peculiar, but wo do not liko tho littlo, round, plump peas, and would rather tako castor oil than a doso of tlio old-fashioned marrowfats. Wo liko tho wrinkled, green, sweet Rorts, which, when cooked, wo surrounded with juice and eaten with a spoon. Tho Philadelphia. pen is very early, and is a saleable early pen lii market. For our personal use wo do not want it. Tho American wondor is a nice wrinkled dwarf pea—needing no brush —but its coat is considerable, and we do not proposo it for any but tho rich. For a somewhat tall, early poa nooding brush, givo us tho Alpha. It is the loo- cream of peas. It is very early. Olio year it did not yield well with us; tlio noxt year it did. The Premium Gom is our favorito early dwarf pen—tho most satisfactory early sort that wo liavo evor planted. Next to that wo liko tho Littlo Gom. No ono can go wrong on that variety. It is dwwf. For safety and for general early crop we commond it. For tlio later gonoral crop there is no choice. Of courso tho Ohampiou of England is the champion of pens. I llllzlnu Hour Hum. As good a way as any to utilize boro dust, and have it prepared for immedi ate plant food, is to mix it with barn yard manure. Heat is soon generated, and decomposition both of tho bone dust and tho manure takes place. Barn yard manure genomlly laekR phosphoric acid, whilo bones contain n largo quan tity. A ton of pure bone dust contains as much nitrogen as eight and a half tons of fresh stablo manure of an aver age quality. Tho quantity of phos phoric acid contained in tho manure depends upon the kind of food consumed by tho animals, though tho ton of bono dust contains as much phosphoric acid as 110 tons of stable manure, .but ono tone of the latter contains more potash than five tons of bono dust. Ill flic I'oultry-lloiiMf. A correspondent of tlio Country Gentle man Rays : Korosono nnd lard are us essential in the poultry-houso as soap and wator in the nursery, and I would as soon think of going without the latter us tlio former. I never see a sign of a louso unless wo are cureless and neglect tlio remedy, or rather the preventive. I do not watt until the cljickcns nro ten or twolvo days old, for by that timo the mischief would bo done; but I begin tho fall boforo, and all through tho winter, onco in two or threo wcoks, rub tlio roosting poles with a mixture of lard and kerosene, half and half, and put u littlo on tho comors of tho nest boxes. When I sot u hen I use now, soft, clean hay, and on each corner of the box pour clear kerosene; it must not toucli the eggs. If very late in the season, it will bo best to repeat this a fow days before hatching. I take the clucks out as fast as they aro dry, and koop thorn by tlio kitchen stove iu a basket under a woolen blanket for ono or two days. Tbon each chick's head is nibbed with the anti-louso mixture, and any stray insect that may liavo lain in wait in some unguarded spot will never obtain a .meal from that chick. Caro must bo takon not to put on too much, or it will run into the eyes. Once a young assistant used it so freely that thirty chicks became entirely blind, and died from starvation. By a “Galway jury” is meant an independent jury, neither to be brow beaten nor led by tho nose. In 1G35- cortain trials wero held in Ireland, re specting tho right of tho crown to the counties of Ireland. Leitrim, Roscom mon, Sligo and Mayo gave judgment in favor of the crown, but Galway stood out, whereupon each of the jury was fined 820,000 tho time expires!' She had set herself about earning money to pay the indebtedness. Tho Golden Horn, tho inlet of the Bospliorous, on which Constantinople stands, is so called from its shape and beauty. Tho Golden Gate of Constanti nople consists of a triumphal arch, surmounted with a bronzo Statute of Victory. It was added by Theodosius to Constantine’s wall. The Brooklet. Wlicnco comest thou, Ok, little brook, With silvery voice and limpid look? liovnal to ono nil worn with strife Tlio secret of thy Joyous lifo. Tlio rock's dark bosom is my homo, Through field and woody glen I come; Tlio kindly heavens, serene and cool, Aro mirrored in my shining pool. ;:s5 m And so my lifo ia full and free, What matter whoro my courso shall bo ? Sinco Ho who brought me to tho day Will surely guide mo all tho way. —From the German oj Gath*. HUMOR OF THE t. Tho Bay of Naplos and tho Bay of Biscay—wliat horseman has a finer pair of bays.—Steubenville Herald. A down-Eost girl who is engaged to a lumberman says she has caught a feller. —Boston Bulletin. There is nothing on earth so lowly but that duty givotli it importance—except sifting nslios on tho nigh side of a healthy wind. Boers aro not by any means confined to Houth Africa. It is astonishing how many aro to be met with on a single divy’B travel in the United States. A man who offered bail for a friend was asked by tlio judgo if he had any incumbranco on his farm. “Oh, yes/’ said lie—“ my old woman.” Somo enterprising searcher after painful realities tells us that the cucum ber was cultivated 8,000 years ago. Tho inference is probably drawn from tho fact that many bodies at that early date wero interred in n sitting postnre, if doubled up with tho cramps.— Modern Argo. “ I’m sitting on the style, Mary," he warbled, as he unconsciously planked himself on her new white bonnet. “Oh, whisper what thou foolest," sho mur mured, us sho promptly introduced an inch and a half of shawl pin through his opidonnis.—Elevated Railway Jottrnal. There is in Baltimore a boy named Ollio,” who is just out of dresses. A friend of tho family asked Ollie “ Whose boy lio was?" “I’m mammy’s boy." “ Why, Ollie I" said his father, reproach fully. “ Yob," continued Ollie, “and I’m pajia’s boy." “ How can that be?" asked tho friend. “ Why, my gracious I” was tho roply, “ can’t a wagon have two horses ?" : C ,)' IloiiKeliolU ninth. If, when bread is taken from the oven, tho loaves are turned topside down in tlio liot tins and are allowed to stand a few minutes, the crust will bo tender and will cut easily. When washing flno laces, do not uso starch at all; in tlio last water in which they are rinsed put a littlo fine white sugar, dissolve it thoroughly, and the result will be pleasing. No housekeeper should put quick silver on her bedsteads. Tlie minoial is absorbed by thoso sleeping upon them, causing paralysis and many other serious and fatal diseases. To keop bread moist, liavo tho dough stiff when it is set for the last rising. The larger tho proportion of flour to that of moisture in the clough the longer it will keop moist. After the bread is baked and cold, put in a tin box or an earthen jar with close cover, and keep it covered tightly. Bread thus made and kept cool, and always from tho air, will last and be moist for a week. t’rc-hlstorlc Footsteps. Oregon, the Arcadia for the red man, rich in minerals and fertile in soil, held a numerous population of aborigines who still flourished when the white man sot foot within its borders. Thoy dwelt near tho rivers nnd tho shore of tho ocean, wero wnrliko and primitive, float- ed their canoes upon the streams and lived their wild lifo undisturbed. Less than a century lias swept them into obli vion, leaving only a fow bleached bones, a fow stono idols, and a fow implements of warfare and domestic uso. No earth works, nor tomples, houses, nor pottery remain. Yet tradition and the great shell beds provo tlmt numerically these pooplo wero strong. Thinking of thoir sudden extinction, we may well wondor nt tho brevity of lmman life ond the effac ing power of time, wlio passes liis hand over a raco and it disappears like figures under a sponge. These people worshiped, for they have left thoir idols. Thoy joyed, sorrowed and loved in their mdo way, and now tlioro remains of them only a few feeble creatures in tlio lowest scale of humanity. Then there are the mound builders, of Ohio, that curious race long departed, wlio loft thoir earthworks to puzzle a civilized peoplo. Ono writor describes tho obsorvatory mounds as forming a chain of signal stations so located as to communicate across tho country from valloy to valley. Tlioy aro built upon tho highest hilltops, and undoubtedly served tho pooplo wlio built them as telegraphs whoso messages wero beacon lights. Insido these mounds is an arch of clay and stone and an altar. These and some flint implements are all thkt remain of tlioso vanished tribes. That they leaned toward civilization, and had a certain form of government is a theory not unsupported by tho traces thoy have left. They tilled tho soil and cultivated art in figures sculptured from the hardest. stone. Another race was contemporaneous with the mound builders. They were agricultural and ingenious, and they wrote their history for us in curious pot- tery. Eartlion vessels shaped like tor toises, sliolls, fisli and birds are found in the pottery mounds in Missouri. They carved stono with great skill, too. Hu man heads of almost Grecian beauty adorn many of their works. They, too, suddenly disappeared, leaving behind them a wonderful record in stone and pottery. All that romains of their pa tience, industry and skill are found in tlicir mounds, graves, and in the relics scattered about tlio vicinity of the habi tations. Wliat wind of fate swept them out of existence is not yet known. Near Joliet, Illinois, a row of human skeletons with copper ear ornaments be side them were found recently, and sev eral sections of Minnesota send news of similar discoveries. Ono mound revealed six hundred skeletons, supposed to be the remains of Indian braves slain in a battle' which tradition says took place several centuries ago between tbo Ohip- pewas and Sioux, the former winning the day. Everywhere over tho earth lio buried tho tribes'and races that flourished be fore history was, and before civilization began. How limitless is the store of facts tlio silent earth holds hidden in licr bosom I.Ages pass and races perish yet she loses not the record of either. Under her fresh and smiling face, green with verdnro and bright with flowers, are the tombs of the centuries. Wonderful are the forces of nature, the laws of change. Who can contemplate the mighty evolution of the universe and not feel the egotism of his soul grow less, and h uir in fancy the tramp of the army of a race in their march toward oblivion?f 9 \ . v ,.... .