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GALLAHERS INDEPENDENT, PUBLISHED EYEBX SATURDAY AT QUITMAN, GA., P* J. C. GALLAHER, TEUIttS OF SUBSCRIPTION TWO DOLLARS per Annum in Advance, FIRB-FLIK^. *Tit< June, and all the lowland swamps Are rich with tufted rcoda and ferua, And filmy with tlx; vaporous (Limps That rise when twilights’ crin son Ivurua; And as the deepening dunk of night Steals purpling up from vale to height. The wan toil tire-flies show their titxul light. Soft gleams on clover-bonms they fling, And glimmer in each shadowy doll, Or downward with a sudden swing Fail, as of old a Pleiad full; And un the fields bright gems they strew And up and down the meadow go, Aud through the forest wander to and fro. They store no liivo nor earthly cell They sip no honey from the rose: Bv day unseen, unknown they dwell, nor aught of their rare gift disclose; Yet, when the uightupon the swamps, Calls out the murk ami misty damps, They picroo the shadows with their shining lamps. Now ye, who in life’s garish light. Unseen, unknown, walk to and fro, When death shall bring a dreamless night, May we not find your lamps aglow ? <*od works, we know not why or how, Ami, one day, lights, close hidden now, May blaze like gems upon on angel’s brow. LITTLE UUTiI, I know I was a selfish ohl idiot, now, wheu I look around me aud see the incraicr given me in my helpless old ago, fool the Warm lovo around mo on all sides, and re alise the desolation my own hand reached forth to grasp, but I was blind to the fu ture in those days when I so nearly wrecked aU its happiness. This was how it happened. After Mar thu died—*my wife, I mean, with whom forty happy years of my life wore spent— and all my children were dead or married, excepting Ruth, there fell upon mo the heavy misfortune that has chained mo to this chair, or my bed, for fifteen weary years. I hail been a hard-working man all my life—a wheelwright by trade—with a largo family to rear, to clothe, to feed, to edu cate, and, ah, me 1 one by one to bury iu the old churchyard, till only Mary, James, and Ruth, our baby, were left to me. Mary married, and went with her husband to the far West. James took his small for tune of a few hard-earned dollars and left ns for the golden land of promise, Califor nia, and only little Ruth was left us. Then the angel of death came for Martin* aud only six months later I was stricken help less with paralysis. lam reconciled now to my hard fate, and can sit hore happily, glad that niv eyesight is still good, my right hand free, aud that I have learned in my old age to love books, to enjoy reading, and even writing, as I never did in the hard-working days of my youth. But in those first months of helplessness, when even to toss and turn in my nervous torture was denied me, my sufferings were simply humble. No agony of pain, no torture of llesh or bone, could equal the dreadful pressure •upon my strong limbs, that held them motionless, doad, in spite of my efforts to move them one little inch. 1 have fainted with the frightful efforts 1 lmvc mafic just j to lift ouce the feet that hot! carried mo j miles in a day with unwearied ease. lint oven in that time of rebellious mur muring, of bitterest repining, there was some consolation. First, there was the i house and live acres of land, my very own, j free of debt or mortgage, and a small sum in the bank, the interest of which lifted us above actual want. Then I had ltuth. She was just twenty when her mother died, and others beside her father thought her face tho fairest one for miles around. She hail tho bluest eyes, like littlo patches of summer sky, and hair that was tho. color of corn silk, and nestled in little baby curls all over her head—rebellious hair, that would never lie straight under any coax ing, hut kinked up in tangles that were full of sunlight. Her skin was white as milk, with cheeks like tho heart of a blush rose, and her smile showed tho prettiest rows of pearly teeth I ever saw. She coaxed me from my wicked repin ings by coming to mo for directions, making me feel that my head was still needed to direct tho work, though my feet would never more carry me over the door sill. Then she fitted up for mo a large back room that overlooked most of tho farm, and had Silas, our head man, lift mo up every morning, aid put mo in a deep cushioned chair by tho window, where I could see the barn, the poultry yard, the well, and the fields of waving corn and wheat. She made mo feel myself of im portance by giving me thus the master eye over my own little domain, and slio brought up her own meals to eat with me in the room whero my infirmity held mo a prisoner. You must understand what Ruth was to me, or you will never understand the sim ple story I have set myself to telling you. She taught me to use my right hand with out the left, and if you want to appreciate the difficulty, tie your left axui down for one single hour, and try how often it will unconsciously strain at the cords. She brought mo books from the village library, and opened to my old eyes and brain a field of pleasure never beforo explored. 1 had read my bible and the newspapers all my life; but I never knew even tiro name of books, now my greatest treasures, tilL Kuth thought “reading would be compa ny” for me. Little Kuth, oven she does not know the world she peopled for me in her loving care for my loneliness. When, she was busy about her house work, her baking, her washing and iron ing, she left all the doors standing open, that I might still hear her cheery voice as 6lie sang or talked to me. Then, when all her work was done, she would put a eleiyr white apron over her black dress, VOL. 11. and sit close beside mo, stitching busily on the household linen, while I read aloud whatever had most pleased in my morning studies. She divined little dainty dishes to tempt mo to eat; blio put saucers of flowers on my tftblo, that I might client myself into fancying I was out-doors, ns their perfnmo crept out on tlio air; slio nursed mo, pet ted mo, loved me, till even my misfor tunes seemed blessings drawing us so near together. And when she was all the .world to me, all that saved me from misery. John Hayes asked me to give him my Ruth for his wife. I could have struck him dead when he stood before me, a young giant in strength, with his handsome, sunburnt face glowing with health, and wanted to take aw'fiy my ouo blessing, my only homo-oliild. “I will boa true son to you, Mr. Mar tin,” ho said, earnestly. “I will never take Ruth from here; but let me come and share her life, and lift some of tlio bur dens from hor shoulders. ” I laughod bitterly. I know well what | such sharing would bo when Ruth lmd a I husband, and perhaps children, to take ! her time and her lovo from me. Rut I was not harsh, I did not turn this suitor from my house, and bid him never speak to Ruth again, much as I lougcil to do it. I worked more cautiously. I let him go from mo to Ruth; and when ho left hor, and she came to me, all rosy blushes, to fi ll me, with drooping lids and moist eyes, of hor new happiness, I worked upon her lovo and her souse of duty till she be lieved herself a monster of ungrateful wickedness to think of leaving mo or tak ing any divided duty upon her hands. 1 wept, asking her if sho could face her dead mother after deserting her helpless father. I pointed out to her the unceas ing round of wifely duty that would keep her from my side, aud proved to her that the duties of child and wife must clash, if undertaken under such circumstances as wore proposed. The loving, tender heart yielded to mo, and John was tearfully dismissed. Through the warm autumn months, when the com ripened, and was garnered— when our crops were blessed, and the lit tle bank-fund was increased by the price of the farm produce Ruth grow very quiet and subdued. Sho was not sad, having always a cheery word aud pleasant j smile for me; but tbe pretty rose-tint left lior round cheeks, end I no longer board her singing at her work. When I road the best passages in my books to her, 1 would see her eyes fixed dreamily on some far away thought, her work lying idle, till she woke with a start at my fretful questions. For I grow fretful and trying iu those days 1 wanted her to givo up woman’s dearest hopes and sweetest affection:;, and bo the same sunshiny Ruth sho was before my hand tore away her love-dreams. I wanted her to put away all the loving, tender ties of wifehood and motherhood, and pass ftof life in devotion at the arm ; chair of a paralyzed old man. _ And when I she complied, with gentle, touching sub ; mission, then I' wanted her to be the | bright, happy girl who had resigned i nothing, and who could nurse sweet, girl ish fancies, with John for a hero. An un reasonable old tyrant, wasn’t I ? Tbe winter camo in early that year, and beforo Christmas everything was frozen up tight, ami the cold was intense. We piled up coal in the stoves, listed doors ! and windows—that is, Ruth did the work, j and I enjoyed the result; but there came j one cold day—one Friday- —when it seemed [no coals, no listing could conquer the - cold. Children froze on their way to | school that day, end worn found stiff and stark, leaning against the fences. Food frozo on tbo tables. Ask anybody iu Maine if they remember that black Friday, j and sco if some mothers’ eyes will not fill ias they think of tiro little scarlet-hooded ! figures brought to their doors, whito and ! rigid, that had- lifted rosy, round cheeks i for a kiss only a few short hours before. Ou this cold Friday, Kuth hurried through her work in tiro morning, making | my room tiro warmest place in the house, ! covering my arm-clmir with soft woollens, | and moving it near tiro stove. I worth! i have it face the window, fur my glimpse of ont-door life was too precious to resign; bnt I was trot, as usual, near it, for Kuth said there might be a draught. When nil was done in doors, I saw from my elmir Ruth, with a scarlet cloak and hood thrown over her, going to the well with an empty bucket. Bite stcppcilulong quickly over tire hard frozen ground, and 1 1 was admiring tbe trim little feet, aird | tho dainty figure wlien I saw lrer slide to t tho two steps that wore above the well | walls and .fall. Biro bad slipped, and she lay doubled up between tho two wooden steps and the rough sides of the well, as |if she could not rise. Two or three times her hands clutched tiro lower step anil,. ; she raised herself half way up, only to fall ; ! back again, as if her limbs would trot sup ! port lrer. Ami I could only look on powerless, to j move to aid her. Olr tiro agony of it To | know she was hurt, unable to rise, and I j helpless as a log. I sceamcd and coiled i for help. Silas was somewhere I could I not tell where and I called loudly for him. ! I could sco after a time that Kutlr, after i her frantic struggles, was growing drowsy ' with tho death-sleep of cold, Tho scarlet | hood drooped nroro and more till it rested ' against tiro woll-sidc, and tho blue-veined , lid- closed over her eyes. The sight called. QUITMAN, GA., SATURDAY, JUNE 13, 187-i. from mo such a cry of agony as I thought must be heard for miles. It was hoard. A moment later, John Ilaycs, panting and oagor-eyod, burst open my door. ■‘What is it ?" he criod. “I hoard you calling on tlio road 1” “Ruth—Ruth !” I screamed. “Bho is freezing to death by the well 1” Ho stopped to hear no more. Out upon the hard, slippery ground, down the stops with swift, rapid strides, and then I saw him stoop and lift the little scarlet cloaked figure in his strong arms, ami como swiftly back, bonding his face down over the senseless ouo on his arm, while hot tears rained down his brown cheeks. lie put her en a lounge near my chair, and then dashed out for snow. “Rubber—rub her!” ho said. "I am going for a doctor, and for my mother 1” Beforo it seemed possible ho could have crossed the lots to his homo, his mother was with me, and lifted Ruth away from tlio tiro to tlio bed. Tho doctor came, aud the two worked, till my heart sank with utter hopelessness beforo the blue eyes opened again or tho breath fluttered through the palo lips. But it did at last and John joined mo in a fervent “Thank God 1” But Ruth had broken her leg, a#l we know sho must lie helpless formally weeks beforo sho could bo our own active bright girl again. It was an appalling truth for me to faeo, but sho was not dead nor lying frozen against tho rough well-curb, and I could not but fool thankfulness far, far above the pain of knowing her suffer ing. I was trying to settle it all in my mind; to understand tho doctor's words, while Mrs. Hayes and tho doctor lifted Ruth to hor own room, that opened into mine. They were away a long time and John sat beside mo holding my hand in his, and comforting mo as if I had not taken tho very hope of his life from him. “Don’t grievo so !” lie said, gently. “Sho will live !” “Thanks to you !” I said. “Oh, John if she gets well, sho is yours. Givo her your strong arm for life, John instead of my helplessness. I sec to-day where my selfish lovo has nearly cost hor her life 1” “Do you moan that?” John asked, with a little trembling in his voice; “do you really mean that ?” “I do, indeed. Let her stay here, John. I will not boa burden on your purse, for the house and farm, and all I have saved, are Ruth’s; but let lier givo mo what time aud love she can spare from you." "Gladly,” he answered; but we will not wait till she is well, Mr. Martin. Let me have Ruth for my wife now, to-day !” “With a broken leg, sick helpless!” “Does she not need mo tlio more ? Givo-lier to mo now.” But ho has to wait till tho banns were called in church three times, though lie come to us that day, caring for mo with the tenderness of a sen, while his mother nursed Ruth. They were alone together us we were, and they had shut up the house, and como to live with us, never to leave again. For one morning, propped up with pillows, Ruth was dressed in white I>y Mrs. Hayes, and wo had a wed ding in the little room. My chair was moved in, and tlio neighbors camo from far and near to hear tlip solemn words that made John and Ruth man and wife. Aud happiness has shed its truo light upon our homo ovor since. • 4*4 THE NORTH CAROLINA VOLCANO. Kcw uml 4m;cr Fnaks of Nature In 11m Iluld Mountain lli-giou. Tlio Asheville Expositor of tho 29tli lilt.,' has tho following news from Bald Moun tain: Thursday evening last, about lialf-past seven, several severe shocks of an earth quake again were observod at Bald Mown- j tain equal in severity to any that have j preceded them within tho last three or j four mouths of these rumblings. The noise was heard and quaking felt distinctly at Chimney Rock, a distance of ten miles. A score of persons at different points sev eral miles distant from tho mountain, con cur in the statement of feeling its effects, especially in the direction of Rutherford county ansi along Broad river. A number of persons along this liver, at the distance of ton miles from tho mountain, say the rumblings and other impressions from tho shocks were quite severe and terrible. They were similar to the sounds and runi ! bling observed there in February last— j even more marked and alarming. In ad ! dition to what was then observed, a strange i j phenomenon of lights was witnessed by j i many—lights which frequently shot up j j from the mountain. A few nights before j Thursday evening’s shock a party of four j or live, at Spicer Springs, saw a huge j light moving up Broad river, which shone i with such intensity as to exhibit the trees | and hills for an eighth of a mile on each j side of the river, as if it wore daylight. It shone but live minutes, and disappear ing, left all in darkness. They describe it as resembling an electric light, or like a mellow line of fire moving up the river. Tho witnesses were much alarmed at tho time, and can offer no explanation of tho strange phenomenon. On the Friday previous to the übovo mentioned occur rences, slight shocks were felt from the same mountain. Tho people in. the vi- j entity are much interested, umf manifest j much excitement ever these new disturb A Lightning-Rod Man’s Mistake. Up in Blossburg, tho other,day, a ligld niiig-rod man drove up in front of a hand some edifice standing in the midst of trees and shrubs, and spoke to Mr. Bummers, who was sitting on the slops in front. Ho accosted Bummers, as tho owner of the residence, and stud: “I soo you have no lightning rods on this house.” “No,” said Summers. “Are you going to put any on ?” “Well, I hadn’t thought oi it,” replied Summers. “You ought to. A tall building liko this is very much exposed. I'd like to run you Yp one of luy rods, twisted steel, glass tenders, niekle-plated tips; everything complete. May I put ouo up to show you ? I’ll do tho job cheap. "Certainly you may if you want to. I haven’t the slightest objection,” said Bum mers. “During tho next half hour the man had his ladders up, and his assistants at work; and, at tho end of that time, the work was dono. He called Summers out into the yard to admire it. Ho said_ to Summers: “Now, that is all wdll enough; but if it was my house, I’d have another rod put on tho other side. There is nothing liko being protected thoroughly. “That’s true,” said Summers; “it would be better.” “I’ll put up another—shall I?” asked the man. “Why, of courso, if you think it’s best,” said Summers. Accordingly, tlio man went to work again, mid soon had the rod in its place. “That’sa first-rate job,” he said to Sum mers, as they both stood, eyeing it. “I liko such a man ns yon are- big-hearted, liberal, not afraid to put a dollar down for a tiling. There’s some pleasure in doaliu’ w-itb you. I like you so much so that I’d put n couple more rods on that house, one oil the north end and one on tho south, for almost nothing. “Tt would make things safer,l suppose,” said Summers. “Certainly, it would. I’d better doit, hadn’t 1 hey V” “Just ns you think-proper.” said Hum mers. So the man run up two more rods, and then he came down, and said to Sum mers: “There,that’s dono; now let’s settleup.” “Do what?” “Why, tho job's finished, and now I’ll take ray money. “Yon don’t expect me to pay you, I hope ?” “Of course I do. Didn’i you toll me to put those roils on your house?” “My house!” shouted Summers. “Thunder and lightning ! I novel-ordered you to put those rods up. It would iliavo been ridiculous. Why, man, this iu the Court House, and I’m hero waiting for tlio Court to assemble. You seem to be anx ious to rush out your rods, and, os it was none of my business, I lot you go on. I’ay for it! Come, how, that’s pretty good." ’ The Blossburg people say that the man ner iu which that lightning-rod man tore around town, and swore, was fearful. But when he got liis rods off the Court House, lie left permanently. Ho doesn’t fancy 1 the place. —■— Minor Topics. An unpleasant situation was that of Patrick McArthur, on tlio Grand Trunk Railway. He had started to walk down the track. Ho had on stout now boots, lie unluckily trod iu tho “frog,” and was held as in a vice. Unavailiugly he turned and twisted. The boot was strong and fitted tho foot well, and tlio wedge was too tight to bo broken, lie shouted, but it was no use. livery moment he fancied tho approaching rattle of :i train, and the persporution started, and a desperate twist of the leg would show how hopeless mat ters were. Finally the whistle of a freight train was too obvious. It was yet a long ways off, and lie had a littlo time to think. Ho had a match box in his pocket., papers in his liuudlo, and tho idea oamo to liiui to signal tho train. Tearing tho paper off his bundle and getting at a number of letters, lie rollpd them into a heap, and for fear that tho llamo would die out too suddenly ho added two flannel shirts from tlio bundle. Tho bundle was then made fast to tlio end of liis walking stick, matches produced, and lie waited until tho head fight of tho locomotive should appear up the track. It finally greeted his vision, looking liko a bright white stai ns it glistened afar off. The l-nmbloof the train grew louder, tlio star grew larger and ' brighter. Ho struck his match. Tlio flame blazed tip brightly, but as ho moved it toward tho bundle a littlo gust of wind ) blow it out. Was there time yot? Up I the track ho could hear tho thunder of a j hundred heavy wheels, and the great light of the locomotive glared at him liko the fiery eye of some wild beast. Another match—an instant of fear and doubt—and then the paper blazed up and curled over and around the bundle, and swayed right and left with the night wind. Ilu waved tho signal of fire buck and forth, and just when lie was ready to bolievo that death under the wheels was certain ho hoard tlio whistles for brakes. It was a near thing. A Humorists Idea of Cremation. I hardly think, upon tho whole, that I am in favor of cremation. Tho process seems to me to bo so frightfully wasteful. At tho same time, I am ready to admit that the dead might ho used much more profitably than they aro now. If a man must be buried let him ho planted where he will make something grow. I remem ber that Oasselbeny, of Vineland, New Jersey, once laid his grandniotlier under his grape vine, and, by carefully watering her twice a day, ho secured a crop of fif teen bushels of Black Hamburgs. The subject came up in tlio agricultural society subsequently, and there was a question whether a grandmother was tho only fe male relative that could bo efficaciously used,, and whether it should ho a pater nal or a maternal grandmother. Casscl beny explained that ho had known a maiden aunt or a second cousin to do equally well, and lie had his stepfather among tho roots of his mammoth goose berry bush with every respect of a superb crop. Very particular inquiries wero made by Several members concerning the availihliity of motlicrs-iu-law, and a man : named Johnson said lie had been married four times and had used all of liismotliors in-law in improving the asparagus bod; lift took the first prize for asparagus at eight county fairs. Then the meeting suddenly adjourned, and fifteen motliors iu-luw in Vineland died during the mie vending 'leek. -V'i.. .1 - 1.1 Tho Dreadful Condition of Louisiana Affairs. New York Herald publishes a long interview with Dr. Ootlan just returned from Washington whore ho had reported to tlio oxoontivo Department the results of liis investigations into tlio conditions of affairs in the overflowed portions of Louisiana. Ho says that Louisiana, be tween the flood and the complicated con dition of politics, is in a must unfortunate condition. That misery, wr< tehediies", want and despair are companions of tlio poor whites and negroes. There is noth ing in the State, and aid must como from tho outside. Tho General Government must take charge of tho leveCs. Louisiana cannot furnish the means. It will be years beforo tho overflowed portion can recover. All tho peoplo of the State are repudiating and the negroes especially favor repudiation. The repudiation of all tho State debts will be the issue in the next oleetion in Louisiana ami in fact ail over the south. Tho people attribute this deplorable condition to the corrupt carpet bag rule. Ootlan thinks that a political crisis is inevitable in September. Secret meetings are constantly being hold and secret organizations aro being formed. Civil war is probable, ami the time lies como when every man must be square out and out in liis relation between white aud black. Matters aro bad enough in Louisiana, but it is to bo hoped that the political prospect is not quito so gloomy and threatening as represented by Dr. Ootlan It would be sad indeed if to tlio present calamities civil war or a war of races should lie added. —i 4 9 A Queer Family of Lunatics. The family of James Scott, of Clark comity, lnu., is afllictod with a very' strange sort of lunacy. They aro Mor- • mens, and Scott professes to bo tlio oracle of God. His wife was takon sielc late in August, and ho confined hor in a room, to which he refused to admit anybody but his son and daughter. Tlio neighbors 1 made several attempts to get in, but he I always opposed them. One day a Mor mon minister called and said he had ro-1 reived “manifestations from God” to the 1 effect that ho should see tlio woman, but Scott replied, “1 havo a later manifesta tion to kick you off the promises,” and kicked him accordingly. Finally a band of men determined to unravel the mystery, j They broke into tho room, the father, son and two daughters meanwhile standing by j moauiug and talking wildly. They found i tho confined woman sitting iu a chair, 1 and looking stiff and solid as marble, her face void of expression, and she evidently quito indifferent to all that was going on. The woman, when she was first taken sick, got a notion into her head that she would never die, but would bo translated as Elijah of old; and after sifting the mat ter, it is pretty clearly ascertained that Scott intended to keep his wife concealed until she died aud then givo out to tlio i world that alio was translated. A move- j ment lias been made to havo tlio whole family examined by a lunacy commission. } Fish as Brain-Food. Tho idea that fish diet, or, at least, the ' frequent use of fish as diet, is promotive of brain-power, seems to bo growing; and 1 tho philosophy of it is said to be that the phosphorus contained in lb It nets benefi cially on the bruin. Looking at what are! called the lower animals, it is true that a considerable amount of intellect is to bo . observed in those that feed exclusively on fish, Learned seals aro very common accessories to shows! Of all wild animals tho otter is one of the most intelligent and easily domesticated; and with regard to tho feathered race, wonderful stories aro told about tho instincts of storks and other birds that feed upon fish. It does not appear to have been satisfactorily demon strated, however, that intellect in devel oped in tho human race by frequent use of fish diet. To arrive at a conclusion res pecting this, it would ho necessary to ob tain trustworthy statistics with regard to tho mental powers of Laplanders, light house keepers, fosters in Lent, and others who live much on fish. Our own observa tion is that those who live much upon fish -as for example, tho inhabitants of fishing;villagos~ aro not specially distin guished for mental vigor, though their animal power cannot bo questioned.—Tcvh nologitil. fSnAKBPKAKB’s Giiost. Not long since an English gentleman residing at. Ilong Kong dreamed two or three nights in ese cession that he met the ghost of Bliaks ponro near Stratford-on-Avon, of whom he asked whether any of the manuscripts of the great dramatist’s plays were still in existence; whereupon tho ghost led tho way into a forest, and then pointing to ivspot near the roots of a large tree said, “Dig,” and vanished. The Hong-Ken groHsman hastened at once to England ! and to Stratford, wlicro ho found and | identified the ghost’s tree, and at once j began to dig, which ho continued to do day and night until at tho depth of seven feet nine inches and a half, ho found wonderful us it may Seoul, that he had made a fool of himself. - Quantity of Salt in tub Ocean. Ev ery body knows that tho. waters of the ocean are very salt to the taste; but how many of you have thought of the immense quantities of salts of different kinds that must he in tho Atlantic and Pacific to give flavor to such enormous bodies of water ? i Scientific men have thought about it; and one of them (Captain Maury) lias told us that if all the various salts of these oceans could be separated from tho water and spread out equally over tho northern half of this continent, they would form a cov ering ono mile deep. So heavy would bo ; this mass of salts that all the mechanical inventions of man, aided by nil tho steam and water-power in tho world, could not | move it so much us ono inch in oven eon turios of time. -Ex. ——— Tim lleat of the Sun. -Father Sec chi, the distinguished Italian astronomer has recently published tho result of his investigations in tho solar temperature j made during last summer, and that hiu efforts were diroctec? toward tho deter mination of tho relation of tho solar radia tion, with that of the electric light. The ; instrument used was a thermo heliometer : of the investigator’s own invention, and tho conclusion reached was that the radia tion of the sun would he 110 \ times that of tho carborn points. If, therefore the j temperaturoat tho surface of the latter is ' fixed at 5,482 degrees Fahrenheit, a num- j her not exaggerated and supposing tho j radiation pmpoi'Uonal.te the temperature, ’ we obtain for tin |mU ntial temperature of tilt sun 2iU,Bd(s degree- Fahrenheit. Grant's Policy. Have you forgotten Casey ? Casey ip a brother-in-law, but ho is none the loss a reprosentativo office-holder, liis fimazing \illainy in tho full of ’7l and tho spring of '72, aroused Slioh a storm of kidiguutlon that tho ominous roar penetrated tho heavy silken curtains of tlio Whito House : windows and forced from Grant an un willing announcement that his favorite i relative at New Orleans should be romov -1 0.1. But he was not removed. Nay, lio I was reappointed, and a cowardly Senate 1 confirmed him in the tooth of orlmo which ought to havo sent him to tho penitenti- I ftry. . . , Beyond making this one promise, with i the deliberate intention of breaking it, | Grant has yielded absolutely nothing to | popular opinion in tho matter of appoint ments, Williams, who was broken on the j wheel of independent criticism, carried ! tho corpse of his dead reputation into the ; Department of Justice, where it stiuketh lto this day, and now Richardson, driven I from the Treasury I lepartment for offences which would justify a criminal prosecu tion against him, is quietly dropped into the Court of Claims, where ho is given al most, autocratic power to pass upon do- I wands involving millions of dollars. These are the incidents of a gigantic I system of fraud and corruption. Tho , timid organs which are sotting up aud knocking down Richardson, Sawyer and Builfleld know full well that they arofight , ing tho legitimate creatures of a policy which they persistently defend. Neither j these luou nor tho -others who still dis grace stations equally high could by any possibility havo a political existeneo to day were it not for Grant. His wrongful acts arc not to bo confounded with blun ders. Ho docs not err through ignorance, but defies decency after premeditation.— Utica Observer. - -**. ———■ The Sewing Machine Monopoly. There is perhaps no greater swindle endured by any people than that of tlio sowing-machine monopoly in tlio United States. There are a great many differ ent machines manufactured. Tho original patent for tho principle of a sewing ma chine is now free. All that remain are certain “improvements, ’’ and of these the “Wilson feed” is perhaps the most impor tant. The proprietors of six or eight different machines have combined to per mit no other manufacturer to use tho Wilson feed so that the combination may keep up tho exorbitant prices demanded for sewing machines. We aro informed that the manufacturer's Cost of producing a machine of any of the designs is net over Ml each. The cost of tho table or box ranges from $2.50 to sls. So that any mnehiuo now sold in tlio United States for less than f 100 may bo sold at from $25 to §35, aud afford a large profit. Tlio,samo machines that are sold in the United States at @SO, @OO, @7O, @BO, and SOO are exported and sold in England and in all parts of Germany at from $25 to @35. It is safo to assitmo that, by virtue of this combination, these manufacturers do now receive over $0,000,000 a year for ma chines in excess of what they would get if the “Wilson feed” patent was allowed to expire. There is no pretense that those persons have not keen compensated for their inventions, and in the ease of tho Wilson feed, the originator never got a dollar for it, while others aro reaping millions from the product of liis brain. All that Congress should do ill the matter is to lot these patents expire, and if neces sary take away any discretion in any per son in the patent office to extend, renew, or revive any of them. Certainly, jt is time to put a stop to any [further monop oly under the "Wilson feed” patent. The Farming of tho Future. Tlio notion of an English writer in ; Urn-rr's .Witr/nziitr is, that tlio time will come when farming will boa commercial speculation, carried on by joint,-stock con cerns, issuing shares from SSO to @IOO ! each, and occupying from one to ten thou sand acres. He thinks that such conipu | nies would, perhaps, purchase tlio entire j sawago of an adjacent town. Their build in;;,:, their streets of cattle-stalls, would bo placed on a slope sheltered from the ; northeast, but near the highest spot on l the estate so as to distribute manure and i water from tho reservoirs by the power of i gravitation A stationary steam-engine 1 would crush their cake and pulp their : roots, pump their water, perhaps, oven : shear their sheep. They would employ | butchers and others, a whole staff, to kill j and cut up bullocks, in pieces suitable for 1 tho London market, transmitting their | meat straight to the salesman, without the intervention of the dealer. That sales man would himself bo entirely in tho cm -1 ploy of the company, and sell no other meat but what they supplied him with. This would at once give a largo profit to tlio producer, and a lower price (in conr j parison) to tho public. In summer, meat | might bo cooled by the icc-houso or ro i frigorator, which must necessarily ho at tached io tho company’s bacorr factory. Kxcept in particular districts, it is hardly I probable that tho dairy would be united [ with tho stock-farm; but if so, tho ioo i house would again come into requisition, and there would lie a eundryiscd milk fnc . tory on tlio premises. It is further pro dieted of this company that they will utilize land now waste, by rooting up I bodges nml tilling ditches; that an olKirt I to shorten the period between crops, and got more than one crop from tho sumo soil within a year, will be resorted to upon an extensive scale, and that artificial beat or electric currents will bo used to ripen tho crops, and that blasts of hot air will bo employed to prepare t he crops for harvest ing us soon us out. This prediction will strike most American readers as being a wild dream of mi enthusiastic optimist, and yet the author lias given expression to not a single impossibility. Artificial beat Imu already been employed to a largo ox tent in cultivation, and artificially boated air currents luivo boon used to dry crops with perfect success. Tho employment of steam motors for tho principal (>]Mirations of agriculture is hugely increasing throughout tlio world. A man applied for a divoreo at, ‘Burling ton tlio other day because his better half liad deserted him, saying that she didn’t “propose to leave York State to go and live with a lot of d-d Vermont gum-clraw ors.” — Governor Kellogg, of Louisiana, has sent commissioners to Washington to ask aid in rebuilding the levceii on tin. llii*iu-1 silTb ' , SCRAPS. A contemporary calls his items “Nits,” to show that ho gets them out of his owd head. Mrs. Hands, of Cairo, is under arrest fo* kicking it cow to death, llud rather sfh'ulr feet, too. Admire your landlady’s tiow jockey lint nml foathor, if you want a fiOrter-nouso steak for breakfast. Why do womou talk loss in February Ilian in any other mouth? Because it is the shortest month in tho yonr. A Now Jersoy paper boasts of a now subscriber one hundred aud throe years ohl; We shouldn’t call him vory now. An Irishman describing tho growth of irotntoes iu his land, said, as a clincher. “An’ sure, a bushel of thorn will HU u bar rel. ” An agricultural paper rocomrrtoffds (i quart of brandy to cure the daggers. Wo have thought brandy -tirnS the cause of staggers. Tho editor of a Nashville paper is ac cused by his neighbors of having caught cold while sleeping iu church with ms pow door open. A Kansas girl wouldn’t bo married with out a yellow ribbon around her Waisic, and a boy redo eight miles to get it while the guests waited. “Well, I 'spoflo tho dumod stuff got mixed,” was tlio sad reply of a Missouri druggist when lie killed u woman by sit ing wsonic for sidtz. Tho sum of $70,000 has been voted by tlio Mexican Congress to provide for tbo' proper representation of Mexico at the' Centennial Exhibition at Philadelphia; Several fashionable young liulios of No# York have entored into a solemn covenant with each other never to marry a man who cannot walk a mile in nine minutes; “Escaped the Indicts of tho enomy to bo' assassinated by a cowardly pup—a kiud husband, an affectionate father,”is tho iu scrixition on a tombstono in Columbia* Tenn.- “If I savo ton cents a day from mV drinks,” ruminated old Reduose, “it will bo @30.50 a year, and in fifty years it will bo $1,820. aud then I eon mun-y Mary.- Dear Mary!” Whoever lias gono through much of life must remember that ho has thrown away a groat deal of useless uneasiness upon what was much worse iu apprehension than in reality. NO. 6. A man Who foil iffto a vat of boiling lard and got out alivo, says that it was not an' unpleasant sensation after tlio first mo ment, but ho thought, wliat a mighty queer-shaped doughnut ho would make. An lowa engineer married a young lady while; Waiting for a Into train last week. That’s no groat shakos. A couple might' marry mid ruiso a largo family of children 1 while waiting f6r a train in somo of tho’ Indiana depots; A littlo boy in St. Cloud a few days ago’ undertook to see if ho could Hft himself by hanging oil a mule's tail. He found out all about it, and tho doctors think tlio skin on his forehead will grow lip, but wild leave a bad scar. Tho Bible belonging to John Banyan,; the author of tho Pilgrim's Progress, an j with his autograph written within the' cover, is among tho literary treasures said to have been left by the late Charles Sum ner. There is an elm tree eighty-four years old and about six foot in (tinlector at Franklin, Vt., and tho man near wlioso house it stands says that when ho wits a boy he pulled it up, which made his father so mad that ho walloped him with it aud then set it out again; Peoplo who liko to do things on tho spur of the moment should emigrate to Harding county, lowa. A couple there were recontly married, and after the 6(sitS-' inony the bride was obligod to tusk hor husband what her name was. Tho parties liod only been acquainted a few hours. A Quaker, who had been troubled with rats, informs a friend that ho greased a thirty-foot board, filled it full offish hooks, sot it up at an angle of forty-five degrees, and put an old choose at the top. Tho l-ats went lip, slid back, and ho caught thirty of them tho first night. Ethel: “And O, mamma,- do ydu know, as we were comirig along, we saw a horrid, horrid woman, with a red, striped shawl, drink something out of a bottle, and then hand it to some men. I’m sure sho Was' tipsy.” Beatrice (who always looks on' the best side of things): "Perhaps it was only castor-oil, after all 1” A Dotroitor, who removed to Lone Tree,- Nebraska, a year or two ago, writes to a tobacco house in that city, to send him five pounds of “fine cut” by express. adding: “I mil a eanidato for Sheriff of this County, and I think by a judicious ueo’ of five pounds of good to(>aceO I can secure two hundred Majority/’ Wifo of his bosom (directly ho came home at night): “Charley, I’ve just got a letter from mother. You know she was' here only last week (yes, yon ean see la the expression of his face that ho hasn’t forgotten that), and she has lost all lici* property by tho fai jure of the Splurges and and now, I s’poso, Charley, she’ll ! have to come and stay with us all- the time.” An enterprising superintendent of oud of our city Sunday schools was engaged last Sunday in catechizing scholars, vary ! ng ti c usual method liy beginning at the (ill of tho Catechism. After asking what weio tho prerequisites foi 1 tho Holy Com lnunu n and Confirmation, and neeiving very satisfactory replies, lie asked: “And now, boys toll me Wlnit must precede Bap tism?” Whereupon a lively urchin shouted out, “A baby, sir.” Fact; followed by sensation and laughter. A smart city billiardist picked up a' countryman, and induced him to play u game of billiards—one hnndred pbiiitsi Tho city hoy took tho euo and ran tho gamo out without a stop. Tlio country man quietly laid down his euo and started for the deer. Said the billiardist, “Hero, eomo back and pay for this game. ” “Wliat gamo?” said country. “Why, tho game wo just played.” “We ?”said the country man ; “wo? I lmint played no billiards as I known of. I gueNß, mister, see’u as you played tho game alone, you’d better pay for it alone!” Whereat thoffcouiitryuiun walked out and (lie smart city boy cogita 'ted. When Burdette, of the Burlington fTaakni/e, attempts the severely calm style of writing, ho appears, as a rule, to bo successful. The following is mi instaSeo in point: “Yesterday morning a boy saun tered up to a yard on Eighth street, where a woman was scratching the bosom of tho earth with a rake,and leaning on the fence, said: ‘Areyou going around the back yarn, nftor awhile ?’ The woman said she dids t know; maybe she would; why? “Be cause,’ the hey said. ‘I just saw tho cistern lid drop on the baby’s head.' mimil-n a/re. and thought if’you went around you' might lift it oil.' i • • cumutiy repel eeie* that the woman went..”