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The Sylyania Telephone. C. H. MEDLOCK, Editor a*d Pumlwheh. VOL. II. Poet and Farmer. A poet well known in the city, Went into the country one time, With his pocket quite barren of money, But his head overflowing with rhyme. He wrote ot the sweet winds ot summer, He sang of the farmer’s grand life, Of his easy and free independence Away from the city’s fierce stvite. The hay time had come, and the poet— Out into the meadows went he; And while the tanned farmers were mowing, He sat him down under a tree. Then out came his pencil and note-book, While poetry gleamed in his eye; And he sang ol the farmers before him, Wtio mowed ’neath the blue summer sky. And his verses were pretty—quite pretty; But it worried the farmer to see <Wfcilo he was to work like a beaver) The poet beneath a green tree. And his swath lengthened and lengthened. He nearod the poet’s retreat, And wearied with scythe and with sunshine He threw himselt down at his feet. •> ** What is it you’re doin’ now, Mister ? A writin’ some po’try, I s’pose! Wonld ye mind reelin’ out a tew verses, While I set here a dryin’ my close ?” And the poet, with fine frenzy burning, Read what he had written that day, Of the “farmer who merrily moweth In the fragrance of newly-cut hay.” And when he had finished his poem, He smiled on the farmer so bland, And said to him, “How do yon like it? I'm sure that you must understand.” And the larmer—lie leaned on his elbow, And said to the poet so blithe, " It’s good, but you’d never a writ it If you’d bean swingin’ the scythe!” — H. R. Dorr, in Burlington Hawkeye. AFTER LONG I EARS, “ What is this, Burt?” “ That is the mortgage of an estate •■ailed the Derby Place, Mr. Faxon, foreclosed more than a year, I believe.” “ Well, it’s what I have been looking for. I will take charge of the papers and attend to the matter soon. Down East, isn’t it?” " Yes, sir. | Mr. Faxon put the papers into the! breast pocket of his coat, came down j the office stairs, an 1 stepped into the , glittering, purple-lined phaeton, beside . his wife. The delicate Arabian, Mrs. Faxon’s horse, sped away out of the city con fines, and soon tosted his jetty mane aiong the open roads, lined with gar deas, ornate cottages and villas. “Going away again to-morrow, dear?” asked Mrs. Faxon, suddenly lift higher fair countenance, as she inter rupted her husband. “ You seem to be away all the time lately. Take me with you." “ Not this time,,v lolet.” And Violet Faxon’s husband fell into a fit of abstraction, from which her smartest chatter failed to arouse him. They came at last to the Taxon man sion, grand and simple, and fulfilling its promise of a beautiful interior. Amid the white lace and . crimson ssilk of her chamber, Violet was brush ling out her long, fair hair, when her husband paused in the doorway, and looked at her sharply. Then he came slowly across the room, and lifting the oval face in hi3 hand, looked closely at the roseate cheek, pearly ear and curved lashes. 11 What is it?” asked Violet, “a freckle ?” “No,” lie answered, smiling faintly and strolling across tht chamber. “You looked like my sister then—that was all.” “ Your sister, dear? You never told me about her.” s id Violet. “No,” he answered, and said ' no | iuor.\ Mr. Faxon borenoresembiauee to his delicate p irician wife, A little less thirty, dark, strongly built, active, vig orous, he impressed one as a strong character. If, with a remarkably rich conn 1 nags of countenance, there were some lines of dissipation, there was also a certain evidence of strong good sense and a look oi deep experience. He was up and away at daybreak the next morning. An early train bore him eastward, and nine o’clock found him landed : t a little station called Sea brook. Tiie dismal little building wa3 set in a field of clover, around which a road wound away among the mounds of ver dure. After a '.glance around, Mr. Faxon look this road and walked slowly along. The robins hopped across it, the bobo links sang in the trees over it. The un assuming white clover among the grass perfumed the cool morning air. He passed only a few houses, but he observed them attentively. They were all old and humble farmhouses. Ap • patently this property which had by the foreclosure of a mortgage, fallen to Mr. Faxon, was not situated in a very rich or enterprising neighborhood. When he had walked nearly a mile, SYLYANIA, GEOBGIA, TUESDAY, JULY 27, 1880. he came to a green dooryard, among wide spread apple trees, with a well sweep among them, and a residence, though plain, more pretentious and comfortable than the others. There war a narrow, well-worn path among the short grass and buttercups to the porch, where a bitter sweet wined its strong arms. In a corner, under the verdure, was an armchair,' with a book on the seat, and a cane ly sing across it—a gnarled, twisted cane of hickory,that Mr. Faxon looked twice at. The book he saw was a Bible. There was an old lady with a sweet, faded face, and snowy cap strings, tied under her double chin, knitting at a window near by, but hu quiet step had not disturbed her. He had put his hand to the knocker; he t >ok it down again as he caught sight of this placid face. He stood thSVe quite still for several minutes. A gray cat came and rubbed against his leg. Some apple blossoms, floating down, touched his cheek. At length the gentle lips moved. “Father,” said the mild old lady, “ you had best He down and take a rest.” “ Such old people! and I have come to take their home away,” said Mr. Faxon. There was strone Dain in his dark face now as ilonr he stood looking down at * the , ’ ’ I ’ ^rCLrsideid A he cfnrmAri ’ ‘ walSd the wyunoeith , pp i tr s. When Mr. I axon came back fiom his . brief stroll, iris presence, as he crossed the yard, was observed. A white-haired old man, who had come to the open door and taken up the hickory stick, tuined back hastily, with a few hurried woids and the aged woman dropped her knitting and rose up, with a paleness dropping over her face - But, while . Mr. Faxon hesitated on the porch aga-n, both came to the door. Sad,s tartlcd faces they both had, but they were civiL Their greeting was kindly, as to a friend. My name is r axon, ^ said the visitor. 7 1 ~L We know _ sir,” . said the who you be, Old man—‘we know who you be, •.hough we never seed ye before. Will you come in s’ Mr. Faxon ssepped across the white hall-floor into the quaint, cool and com fortable sitting-room. The rough blue paper, like chintz, on the wa.l, some nonesty” and dried grasses in opaque white vases upon the high, narrow mantelpiece, uncon sciously struck liis eye. while betook a seat, his mind occupied with other thoughts. “ We’ve been long expectin’you, sir,” said the old lady. Her hands, crossed on the spotless gingham apron upon her lap, trembled a little, but tbe serenity of her manner was not changed. But the old man’s eyes swam in _ tears. He rested both hands on the hickory stick betwee n his knees, as he sat in a comer, and bending liis forehead upon them, partially hid his face. “ Yes, yes! but it comes sort o’ sud den now,” said the old man. Mr. Faxson sat m a speechless sym pathy. After <1 little pause, old Mr. Derby looked up, and met his eyes, “Of course, it’s all right, sir. We don’t question your right to the place, but we’ve been sort of unfortunate. I think so—don’t you, mother?” The old lady layjbaek among the cushions of the dimity-covered chair. She had a look of physical weakness Mr. Faxson had not observed before. She did not speak. Her husband looked at her attentively. A sudden flush went over h.s thin face “It’s not for myself I care—it’s her! he cried, striking Ins cane violently upon ; the floor. “ She helped earn this place, j when she was young. There was no kind o’ work but what them hands you see lyin’ so weary nowin her lap, sir, was put to. She was up early an’ late, always a-doin’, a-doin’ fur me and the children. God never made a better wife an’ mother. An’ now, sir, it’s hard, it’s hard, that she should be turned out of her home in her old age!” “ Hush, hush, Daniel!” said the old lady, softly. “The Lord will provide; and it’s not long we have to stay in this world, you know.” “ Will you tell me the History of the place, Mr. Derby?” asked Mr. Faxon. “ How did you come to lose it?” “ It was mortgaged, sir,” said the old man at last, “ to pay the boys’ college bills. You see, we had three children— Selwyn, Roscoe and little Annie. Mother and I didn’t have an eddication, but we said all along that our children should have; an’ tliey went to the dis-, trie’ school an’ then the academy—an by-and-bye we fitted them off for college. Bright, smart boys they were—every body said my boys had good parts, though Roc was always a little wild. I think mother, there, loved him a little belter for that. He was more trouble, an’ she clung to him closer because others blamed him at times. Annie, his %ter, was always a-pleadin’, too, for “ONWARD AND UPWARD.” Roc. He played truant, and he whipped the boys who told on him; he was al ways puttin’ his bones in peril, an’ twice he was half drowned—yet, in spite of all, he was ready for college when Selwyn was, though Selwju wa« steady as a clock. Mother an’ I had been scrapin’ together for years, and at last we fitted them off. “We went on den yin’ ourselves, for it was just the one hope of our lives to have the boys graduate with all the honors; an’ time went on, but many of the crops failed, and there came disap pointment here and dissapointment there, an’ failing to get together the money the boys sent for—especially Roo —we mortgaged the farm for five hun dred dollars. “They were nearly through, you see, an’ mother and Annie thought that Selwyn might be principal of - the acad emy or something when he came home, an’ Roc would be a lawyer, ’cause he could argufy an’ speak so smart in pub lie, an’ the money would be paid back easy. “ But from time to time there came rumors I didn’t like, as to how Roscoe was up to his olu wild ways, and at last ^ came like a thunderbolt Roc was suspended and had run away to foreign parts. Well, I pass over that, sir; I tried not t0 be to ° hard on the boy. Then Selwyn home. He had graduated well, but he had a cough, He didn’t complain, but he was thin an’ pale, an’ soon mother an’ I saw that the son we had meant to rely on was an in valid upon our hands The thought struck me dumb. But mother was all en( , rgy We (raveled here with him, we traveled there. We saw all the noted doctors East and West. We borrowed uiore money on the old place, and we never paid any back. I had made one or two payments at first, butthey were but a drop in the bucket. At last we brought Selwyn home to die.” “Don’t Daniel!” said the mother, so ftly. “ H e wants to hear the rest. There’s only a litt]e but it’s no better, Annie was like Selwvn—good an’ pa tient; delicate-like, too. We didn’t j t a t first, but her cheeks grew thin an’too red; a cough she had had from ^ c hild grew harder, and though the best doctor we could get came early an’ ’ a t» it was wily a ysaj after. died before we laid Annie down amoulf the snows . Thank ye, sir, for your pity! Moth er an’ I have shed most of our tears.” Mr. Faxom put liis cambric handker chief back into liis pocket. “ Your other son, Roscoe, Mr. Derbv -did he never come home?” “Never! It’s nigh eight years since we have seen Roo He knew he d i sa p pointed us; but that was nothin’—was it, mother?” j never think head.” of it,” said Mrs. p er by, ’ shaking _T her “Perhaps— j don i t ka 0 W W e took the wrong course w j t h R 0 c. He was restless an’active. He was wild, but he was lovin’—” jj er vo i ce broke. “ Mrs. Derby,” said Mr. Faxon, “I ,- md 1 know something of your story al rea( j yi y 0 ur son, Roscoe Derby, who ran away a t nineteen years old, is prob ably living( and j t may come i n my way to obtain some informatson of him for you.” Tne old people had risen eagerly from their seats; but he went on, quickly: “Meanwhile, he at no inconvenience regarding your stay here in your old home. Your right to occupy it is un questioned in my mind, and let me asr sure you that you will never, during your lifetime be required to go hence. There is the mortgage ”—ho placed some papers on the table—“ the Derby place is your own.” He rose, putting them gently back as f j pressed toward him, trying to ex their gratitude . “ No _ no tbanks , Believe me you owe nnthinoi” „ He took , Ins hat. The old man who . voiceless wrung Ins band Mr I axon turned to Mrs. Derby, and tak- 1,1 = ber sort wrinkled fingers in his strong palm, bent low and kissed .hem. Then be turned toward the door, but in a mo ment be bad come back, “Mother-father!” he said, “Ican not go, for I know you have forgiven me!’’ And the next instant the strong man was kneeling with his head on his mother’s knee. “ After long years, mother,” he said, as she stroked his temples with fond fingers. I am but twenty-eight years old, but sorrow for my early faults has brought some gray hairs about my temples.” “ And you are not Mr. Faxon, after all,'Roc?" said the father, with a puzzled smile. “Yes, I am, dear father. Five years ago I had the good fortune to gain the goor’-wili oi one of the wealthiest Amer ican shipping merchants then in Lon don. He gave me a good position, and I decided to return home with him, and served faithfully in his employ, until just before his death, when, having formed an engagement with his only daughter, he gave his consent to our marriage, with the proviso that I would take his name and carry on his inteiests exactly as they had been. To this I con sented, for in spite of settled habits and ideas, I felt an alien and alone; but motherl have a good wife and the best of sons—a little fellow two years old, named Derby. Does that please you?” All, indeed! What loving old woman is not pleased with her grandchild? Soon the house was graced by the pres ence of Violet Faxon and the lovely boy, whom grandlather could not praise enough and grandmother could not fondle enough; yet it was sweeter, per haps, to Roscoe Faxon to hear his mother’s voice whisper: “ I like your wife; and do you know, dear, I think she is very like Annie?” CURRENT NOTES. It is getting to be a fine state of things when one way to tell a bad bill from a good one is because in the counterfeit the engraving is much superior to the workmanship on the genuine bill. The clerks in the United States treasury de partment recently came across a $100 counterfeit that in make-up and finish was equal to the real article, and in many respects was greatly superior. We shall bave to be careful not to to lake in those $100 bills heedlessly. — R has been officially decided that a railroad company or steamboat corpora tihh has no right to detain or imprison a passenger for refusing or neglecting to P«y his fare. The Metropolitan Ele vated Railroad company detained a pas sengev, because at the end of his journey he had lost his ticket and had tried to force himself past the gate. The court awarded him $100 damages. A Harvard student, last summer, going to Newport" bought a through ticket to New York for a dollar, the fare to Newport being $L6o. I be officers of the boat kept him on board by force at Newport until lie had paid the extra sixty cents. The court adjudged him $75 damages for false imprisonment. Another passen «? er lost his ticket during the night, and was not allowed to depart next morn ing until he had left his watch in pawn for his ticket. The court gave him $50. -- In a recent lecture on the possibility °* foretelling earthquakes, Professor Palmieri expressed the belief that by meansof seismographic stations, tele graphically dbuneoted, for registering and reporting preliminary earth trem biings, it would be possible to foretell earthquakes just as tempests are now foretold, and to issue warnings to threatened districts about three days in advance. He did not expect to live to see such a system in operation, but he hoped and in a measure expected that posterity would be benefited by its uni versal and permanent establishment. Last January a California fruit dealer took 200 fresh lemons fresh from the tree and buried them iD the ground, to see how they would seep. Four months after he dug them up and found ihem in perfect preservation, as sound and fresh and nice as the day they were buried. Every one knows how potatoes keep when properly covered by earth. Apples would doubtless do equally well; and possibly the same method may an swer for grapes and other more perisha ble fruit. It would not cost much to try a lew experiments in this direction, and success could not fail to be advan - tageous. The Medical limes and Gazelle men tions the case of a young man who, while traveling from Paris to Lyons, lit a match by scratching it with his thumb nail, and a piece of the incandes cent phosphorus penetrated under the nail and made a slight burn, to which he paid no attention. But after an hour the pain became intense, the thumb swelled, then the hand, and next the forearm. He was obliged to alight at a station on the journey and send for a medical man, who declared that imrne. diate amputation of the arm was neces sary. The patient insisted on postpon ing the operation for a few hours until the arrival of his father, for whom he had telegraphed. Before the latter, however, could reach liis son, it was too late; the poisonous matter had gained the arm, then the shoulder, and any operation became impossible. He died in great agony in only twenty seven hours after the burn. The case shows the danger of handling phos phorus in the manner described. An insect called neen, of the cocus species, has been discovexed in the dis trict of Yucatan, Central America, which is capable of producing a species of india rubber. From the bodie tol neens an oil exudes which has a hi gh reputation for its curative properties. Exposed to heat it volatilizes, leaving a tough wax, which, when biirnt, pro duces a thick, semi-fluid mass, like a solution of india rubber. Castle Garden, in New York city, is like a vast caravansary, where multi tudes find rude but satisfactory accom modations. At night it affords a strik ing prospect, being finely illuminated. Artificial Ice. The artificial manufacture of ice was begun at Augusta, Georgia, in dune last, by a process which experience has proved to be both efficient and eco nomical. This proooss'is repletp with interesting details, but may be described in general terms as follows: In the first place, the water for mak ing the ice is obtained from a well over forty feet deep, and is pumped up by a large pamp into a cooler. Here the water is cooled by means of pipes run ning through the cooler, greatly reduced in temperature, and after filtration, is conducted down into cans thirty inches long and twelve square. These cans, 480 in number, all fit into a large tank, through which pipes containing freezing mixture run. This freezing mixture is composed chiefly of ammonia, and is prepared in peculiar retorts by a special process. The mixture which runs through these pipes, aud renders them so intensely cold as' to freeze the water in close proximity, does not come in contact with the water, and cannot do so. The pipes are tight and durable, and the joints are strongly made, with a peculiar patent, preventing the escape oi gas at all. After the water in the cans is frozen, these cans are lifted out and allowed to stand on end for ten minutes, when they are slowly with drawn, leaving each one a pure, solid block of ice of twelve pounds. Besides the company controlling the above process, and which acted as a valuable conservator to the trade last year, Augusta has another concern en gaged in artificial ice manufacture, which is turning out the crystal blocks at the rate of twelve tons per day Therefore the people of that city are not assailed with fears regarding an ice famine; and the cry of the ice man has no dominion over them. Ai other points South, notably New Orleans, the manufacture of “mock iee” has received considerable attention, and a certain brewery in the Crescent city lias recently introduced a novel ap paratus for tiie manufacture of ice water which comprehends he essential priu ciples of ice-making machinery. The tank in which the water is cooled con i a j n3 3,000 feet of one-inch pipe, in w bich pure ammonieal gas, condensed by compression into a liquid* is admit-! ted. The latent .heat 511 < transforms it into a vapor, when it nb sorbs the heat in the water, and is drawn from t be pipes by pumps, and is again I compressed into the condensing pipes, i From the condensing pipes it is again admitted into the pipes in the cooling i tank, where it again becomes a v>por i and absorbs the latent heat un‘il the 1 water is reduced to thirty-three or thir ty-four degrees Fahrenheit. One hun dred and twenty-six pounds of ammoni cal gas is used in charging the apparatus, and this amount will last indefinitely. But there is especial congratulation in the fact that Northern cities, as well as their Southern sisters, are agitating the question of artificial ice. Philadelphia and San Francisco have already been moving in this direction, and an ice making machine is being operated in New York, with very successful result, it is claimed. —Commercial Bulletin. Swallows Eating Bees. The fo flowing letter appears in the columns ot a Schleswig-Holstein api cultural journal: The question whether swallows are enemies to bees is'general ly met by a decided negative. But my experiences of the present year con vinced me of the contrary, at all events under certain circumstances, j in former years I encouraged swallows to build under my roof, where they were held as sacred «s the stork. One day, when the nests were full of good-sized young ones, whose never-ceasing hunger the parent birds were doing their best to satisfy, the idea struck me to examine the contents of one of their stomachs. It contained nothing but bees ! That my friendship for my long-honored guests somewhat cooled after this is hardly to be wondered at, as I am an enthusiastic bee-master. On another occasion, then last summer, I saw the swallows waging war against the bees with a ferocity almost incredible. In the dull cold weather just then prevail ing there were scarcely any insects in the air, and I noticed how the swallows hovered about by dozens close to the hives, and dashed upon the bees as they returned home. So eager were they in the pursuit, that stone-throw ing,shoot ing, etc., did not deter them in the least Suddenly, however, a change came o’er the scene, for at the first glimpse of sun shine the bees in their turn became the aggressors,and attacked the swallows so savagely that the latter flew away utter ing cries of pain, and not unfrequently fell to the ground with six >r eight bees clinging fast to them, alter turning end less somersaults in the air, in their en deavors to shake off their tormentors. A man in Chicago makes a living as a searcher for lost things. He goes to places of public resort, such r.s parks where free concerts have been given, before daylight every morning, looking for accidentally dropped articles TERMS— »1 60 per Teak. NO. 1. Esther. She stood upon the threshold of the court, Her fair young form attired in royal robes, While, through the flashing of a thousand gems, Shone out the beauty that had won a king. A moment there she paused with bended hea 1, As otic whose startled memory, aroused By instant vision of a sadden ueatb, Passes in qniekjreview forgotten years. Once more a girl she roamed through s nny fields With comrades light at heart and gay as Bhe; Or, as the gathering shades oi evening tell, She watched the purple shadows in the west, And heard, from lum whose cate so well supplied Parental love, the story ol her race, The ancient splendors of Jerusalem, And the o’erwatching care ol Israel’s God. And now to die! Was it tor thi} that she Was crowned ? For this her beauty touchei the king? Better have lived a humble Hebrew maid Than perish thus. Then sounded in her ears Again these words: “ Who knoweth whether thou Art to the kingdom come tor such a time As this ?” Proudly she lilted up her heal And, whispering “ It 1 die, I die,” passed on Into the presence chamber ol the king. — U'allei Learned , in Good Company. MISCELLANEOUS. A man who won’t take off his hat to himself once in a while in summer must be a cold-blooded wretch. “ Never mistake perspiration for in spiration,” said an old minister to a young pastor just being ordained. The man who fell out of his bunk on the steamboat, explained that his black ened eye was a berth mark. In the Persian gulf last year a million and a halt dollars’ worth of pearls were found, and thirty divers were appropri ated by the sharks. When a boy has a gold watch pre sented to him he will cheerfully travel two miles to regulate it in the presence of his enemies. A family of young ladies who reside hereaboutssooftenentertaintheircom pany on the front stoop that they have gained the title of the step-sisters. There are 825 boys actively employed as messengers by the twenty-four sta H> the American District Tri<j4 graph eumpanv has in New J’ortc cny. Smrthers believes is untu -ky nuar bers. For instance, he says, it’s un luckv to have thirteen persons at table when there is only dinner enough for ten ~ „., ,, , r . , , h • * iHrbault Jvlin Doascs a ot 11 v a . ’ "” = genuine Vermont Morgan mare, forty six year's old, in perfect health, and be ing used daily. She dropped a foal when forty. There is a ship now sailing out of Holland that was built in 1568. The history of a vessel that has seen over Lhree centuries of navigation must be an interesting one. It is all nonsense that eats cannot live at the bight of 8,000 feet above the sea. At 12,000 feet they feel so airy that they can dodge brickbats throw from three different directions at once. The canine species is endowed with instinct, and the human with reason, but when the weather gets hot it makes no difference—the dog, as well as the man, changes his coat and pants. Probably the oldest paid teacher of youth in the world is the German gov erment schoolmaster of Heringen, in the province ot Limburg, one Abraham Levi Dickstein, who recently completed the sixtli year of his activity as a pedagogue and the hundred and fourth of his age. The best engraved portrait ever made of the Jate Governor W illiam Allen, of Ohio, was the one generally used in his last campaign in that State. It was cut on a saw blade in the Ohio penitentiary, by Charles Ulrich, a convict. Ulrich is one of the most skillful engravers in the country, but he has used his ability mainly in the work of counterfeiting. Having plenty of time to spare in prison, he made this picture from a pho tograph. The story of Cinderella and her slip per is older than history. The annals of the world do not go back far enough to tell us from whence this and many another legend first came. THE GHOST TO HAMLET. Bet you two dollars and a ball I am thy lather’s ghost, Doomed for a time to walk the night, Until I can got put on the day loree, And the lonl crimes done in my days ot poli tics Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid, I could a tale unfold Whose lightest word would weigh as heavy As a height car; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes stick oat like ink bottles; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon a brand new paint brush But this eternal blazon must not be To ears ol flesh and blood: List, list, oh, list! 1 intend to sell it to a newspaper for forty dol lars. — Petroleum World.