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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c Vol. XIII. WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 14, 1877. No. 7'. THE H1 PIILISED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING, At Newberry, S.C. BY THOSt P. IJRBNBKRR, Editor and Proprietor. Teas, $2.50 per .fnnum, Invariably in Advance. I2T The paper is stopped at the expiration of time for which it is paid. pp Te4mark denotes expiration of snb "sription. THE "WELLS." * (aPTEB POE.) Have you beard about the Wells? -Mrgb y Wells! 'Tis not of cooling fountains that my pen at present tells, Nor of holes dug in the ground,. InT the depths whereof is found The bright gem, immortal Truth, Which- Is prized of age and youth, But of one Who, although a mighty bore, Isn't deep like those of yore, L ike Saint Keyne's, Or like Hamboldt's on the plains, * That, no odds bow long the twine, You can't sound with lead and line. But a most degenerate son of a gun, Whom his paa, with daring claims For his future, christened James Madison. It is of this sort of~ Wells That this truthful ditty tells Of old Wells. Of Jim Wells, Wells; Wells, Wells; Wells, Wells. Wells; Of the dreaming and the scheming Jimmy Wells! _ Oh, the power of this Wells, And his trio of gazelles ;,~ i,~i. m~tnm.. Plae~ h~r before well, whose success as an artist-tax- 1 idermist and naturalist is calling ] forth so much admiration at the Centennial Exposition. She was born near Wellesboro, Pennsylva nia. When she was but little more than two years old her father died, ] leaving her to the sole charge of her mother, who, from the time of her birth, for nearly seven years, was an invalid, helpless child, but developed into a woman of remark able character. In religious faith -in unswerving devotion to her ideas of right, whether popular or otherwise, Amy Sandford, her maid en name, indicated the independ ence, energy and native refinement of her Puritan, Connecticut ances tors. Though confined to her bed and I a great sufferer, she found strength to do more for her little daughter f than many a mother in perfect r health has done. She amused and instructed her ; teaching her at the bedside to read, knit and sew, and do various kinds of work. Mrs Maxwell has still specimens of sew- 1 ing which she did when only four years old ; the little stitches set with a regularity and nicety she could hardly rival to-day. A few years later her maternal grand-mother came to live with her parents, and the little girl found in her grand-mother a delightful com panion. She was an eccentric old lady, intensely fond of nature, and the two spent days together ram bling among the rocks and woods until the child, who was frail and unable to- endure confinement in the school-room, became far more familiar with, and fond of, the birds and squirrels and all the little wild folk of the forest, than with chil dren of her own age. When Martha was about ten years of age her mother married Josiah Dartt, her former husband's cousin. He was a man who cared little for business, but was devoted to books of study in preparation for the ministry, with the design of becoming a missionary to the In dians in Oregon. He recognized the independence and originality of his step-daughter, speaking of her as a *diamond in the rough," and many were the hours spent by them in the discussion of themes con nected with science and metaphys ics-topics usually avoided by chil dren, because dry and uninterest ing to them. ON~ TE BORDER. It was with this missionary work in view that the family left Penn sylvania two years later ; but, upon reaching Illinois, a long sickness caused the project to be given up, and they settled near Madison. Wis., where Mr. Dartt pursued civil-engineering and surveying. It was in making their home in this place, then so wild, that Mrs. Max well firq her first shot and killed her first game-a huge rattlesnake. Her father's profession called him often from home, and one day, du ring her father's absence, she and her mother were alarmed by a pe culiar noise coming apparently from the un.fnished corner of the build ing. Going to look they discov ered a large rattlesnrke in one cor ner, his rattles in rapid motion, and his body coiled as if about to spring upon her little sister, who was unconsciously playing a few feet from him. Quick as thought she caught the child away, seized her father's ever ready rifle, and, steadying it across some rails, fired -the ball sending the snake mor tally wounded into the cellar. Af ter this adventure shooting seemed an art which it was necessary for her to practice. From the time of their removal to Wisconsin, for some years, her parents were her only teachers her two little step-sisters, to whom she was largely mother as well as companion, and sundry pets chosen from the woods, her only playmates. ~)wing to her mother's frail health, at~er she was 12 years old, the drmaking of the family devolved upon her. She used no patterns but fit d garments nicely-cutting simply . y her eye. At eighteen she was kent to Oberlin, Ohio, that she might\see life in different suir roundings,and have better oppor tunities' tdi pursue her studies. There her t*nvarving kindness and .houghtfulness for every one, her u :>leasant face and modest ways, won b nultitudes of friends among the m students and teachers. c Her love of study was a passion, 4 md it was with keen regret that, in 1 ier junior year, she left school and d rave up the hope of completing her b ourse of study. A little later, how- i ver, she had the opportunity of at- t ;ending Lawrence University, Ap leton, Wisconsin, for a year, at the end of which time she married tj kIr. James A. Maxwell. After seven it rears of the unceasing domestic iE are and labor which necessarily de- h rolves upon a woman at the head ti >f a large family (for Mr. Maxwell n was a widower with several children r, s'hen Miss Dartt married him,) her n iusband's finances became involved g 4nd they left their only child, then I wo years old, with Mrs. Maxwell's a nother, and went to "Pike's Peak." Chat was the name by which all the ,old-bearing region east of the s tocky Mountains was then known, a nd was the El Dorado of every d )ody's dreams. IN COLORADO. s They located in Mountain City, n mnd Mrs. Maxwell was one of the irst half-dozen white momen known it the mines. Without a murmur g ,he exchanged her beautiful home n Wisconsin for, first a tent, then 6 log house with dirt roof and floor, md, after she had helped to earn he money, and lumber became ob ainable, a more comfortable house. Eere she kept boarders, sewed, and a lid any kind of work needful to ac omplish the end for which she v .ame.. But vigorous manhood or womanhood fi n d s material for b rowth and happiness wherever it b s placed. So, in the midst of these i urroundings, she found abundant ! naterial to feed her artistic tastes. Ihe mountains were an unfailing ource of delight to her, and when, sfter three years of hard work, V privation, and adventure, she "was recalled to Wisconsin by the se- e rious illness of her mother she r brought back a yearning for the E loud-capped summits and grand ~ solitudes of the mountains, and ~ some oil sketches by which, with- ~ out instruction, she had attempted ~ bo preserve somQe of the scenery she C admired. She returned a developed ~ woman. The incidents of her fron- ~ ier life had taught her the real value of external surroundings and I :onventional society. She had I ooked life and her own real soul E n the face, and could never again i be satisfied with a routine lived in t only for the sake of living. Her sisters were now young la dies at school. She entered into their pursuit of knowledge with full sympathy. The institution where ~ they were was new. The principal ~ was anxious to collect a cabinet for ~ the study of natural history, and ~ she volunteered to assist him, and ~ with him, and for this purpose, she ~ stuffed her first birds. They had ~ very little instruction from any one. What they lacked in knowledge she C suplied by invention. At length she returned with her sisters to the old home at Madison.I Its rooms were low and bare, but her genius made them beautiful. Her mother, with a passion for flowers, had a profusion of roses, fchsias, and geraniums, and a mag nificent English ivy. This she train ed over book-shelves and cabinets, windows and doors, perched among its dark-green leaves scarlet tan nius, golden orioles, and many other less brilliant, but not less graceful birds. A large engraving of Stuart's] Washington was framed in leather-] work by her skillful fingers, while 1 bits of landscape engraving and of distinguished faces cut from maga-1 zines were framed in mullein stalks, which had upon them the dried seed capsules. The invention was her own, but when finished with 1 stain and varnish, the oval frames 1 suspended in groups with red cord and acorn tassels were as beautifali as the design was unique. Daintyi squirrels and humming-birds perch-] ed upon, or slyly peeped from be hind them, the flowers seemed grow ing from a pyramid of moss, while underneath her father's pet cabinet of geological specimens, on mossy rocks, a group of young, downy, wild wood ducks sat in lazy con entent or stretcherd their wings i happy delight, all but one-one ad caught sight of a cunning white' ,easel just stealing around the Drner of their ledge, and was the ery picture of fright. Her little [ay was inconsolable over the acci ental death of her pet rabbits, but ad them restored to her so perfect iform and attitude that she thought aey ought to eat as before. THE ARTIST'S HOME. In less than a year the house was 2e admiration of all who entered -the very ideal home of an art ;t and naturalist. From the first, er success in giving a life-like at tude and expression to her speci tens was wonderful. The family =member, with no little amuse rent, the usual remarks of stran ers about those rabbits. "How 6me your rabbits are." "Yes," ould be, of course, replied. After oticing a few other things, they -ould say again: "I never saw ich rabbits-do they never move?" ad, coming nearer, they would iscover how the artist's skill had iade the dead live again. Her ster, who had often helped her, >und one day a dog lying curled p so naturally in an easy chair aat she cuffed it with an order to et down, only to find herself de ived by Mrs. Maxwell's skill. ,osa Bonheur never studied horses ad cattle more lovingly than Mrs. [axwell studied animated nature. o far it was mere recreation, how ver, and a means of satisfying the rtist longing in her soul. - Mrs. Maxwell was still struggling rith adverse fortune in Colorado. he had the care and education of er little daughter and her share of ousehold work upon her hands. In at household even hours of work rere hours of study and thought. Vhen the sisters were together, ne would read aloud while the thers were occupied, and, in this ray, many authors were read and iscussed. At length it was deem d best for her to return to Col ado, and, accompanied by her eld st sister and daughter, she and .er husband once more found them elves a home on the frontier-this ime at Boulder. It was there, in be spring of 1866, that she con eived the idea of making a collec ion of the fauna of that region for cientific purposes. At first she depended upon her usband and the boys of the neigh orhood for specimens, but as she av; many that were rare when here was no one near to shoot hem, she revived her long ago ac uired knowledge of firearms. Once iaving taken the* resolution, no hing daunted or discouraged her. she accompanied her husband on is business trips, camping out and haring every hardship, that she aight secure new specifnens and he better study their habits and ttitudes. Many of her adventures ere amusing-some nearly tragic. )nce, in driving across the country, hey discovered an eagle soaring ver its nest in the upper branches a cottonwood tree. She felt sure rom the bird's movement that the iest contained eaglets, and was rery anxious to get them, but the ree was large and its lower branch s a considerable distance from he ground. Mr. Maxwell declared s willingness to climb it, and nade the attempt, but failed. What ~hould be done ? EAGLETs WERE RARE. "Could you only put me upon rour shoulders, I believe I could each the lowest limb, and then I mow I could get them," she said. Vr. Maxwell is six feet high and road in proportion ; she hardly ive and by no means heavy. He aughingly declared that no great eat for him, if it would be any advan age to her. The nest was reached, md she returned to his arms in triumph, with one downy eagle in 1er bosom and an unhatched egg. hat night, a hen, upon maternity ntent, completed the incuba ion of another king of birds. Un ess destroyed, they are still in a iest in the collection sold in St. [ouis, for she was compelled for ecuniary reasons to sell the most f her first collection when she had repared about twelve hundred specimens. The collection now on exhibition a n thean an4 Colorado build ing was commenced about ten years ago-the ouie sold being made in l the meantime. No one not inti mately acquainted with her can form any idea of the labor and self-denial it has cost her. The 1 work- of preparing and arranging so many specimens would in itself be considered a great undertaking, including as it does the whole fauna of Colorado, from baby hum-. ming.birds to buffaloes and grizzly bears. The Centennial was not in 1 her thoughts when making the col lection. In addition to the mount ing of all these, she has spent months in the mountains, hunting and studying the habits of her i specimens, also six months or more in California for the purpose of her collection. It is a fact deserving of mention that Mrs. Maxwell's activity, robust health, and elastic vigor are not in any way due to the use of stimu lating beverages. Although she has endured all conceivable expos ure and hardships in her long life in the mountain wilds, she has sub sisted entirely upon vegetable food, and drank no coffee, tea, or wine of any kind. The fact that she was of delicate constitution in early life helps to sustain the illustration which she now presents of the phy siological virtue of hygienic habits. In physical activity as well as in the availability of her mental cul ture, she is the admiration of her acquaintances. Thus far hers has been, indeed, a busy life ; yet, in the midst of great obstacles, she has come to the Cen tennial Exposition of industry and genius, into which are gathered the products of the world, and won there a name of whicli she may be proud. Distinguished foreigners, appreciating her work, have de lighted te notice her with honor. She illustrates what a woman can do who is devoted to something, having a capacity for it, and a pur pose to achieve it-can do and still be womanly. FOR THE HERALD. BROADBRIH'S NEW YORK LETTER. NUMBER THREE. APOSTROPHE TO POETEY-TEREIELE EX PLOSION IN THE SUGAR WORKS OF THE GLEN COVE STARCH C0.-EO NANTIC SUICIDE OF A CHEX IST-EEOOKLYN SCANDAL: A GAY AND FESTIVE DOC TOR IS GOING TO SING SING, &c., &c., &c. "Oh, the snow, the beautifal snow, Filling the sky and the earth below." "Anathema, anathema, anathe ma," on the brainless head of the miserable idiot that conceived and penned these execrable lines. May he float down the seething tide of time with the execrations of poe terity, alongside of the authors of "Darling, I am growing old," and "Tapper's Proverbial Philosophy." May he wear rubbers that leak in the toes and the heels-may he have tooth-ache and neuralgia and. pains in his stomach-may his ears be frost..bitten and his nose be frozen-may the snow and slush be piled up before his door, and may the street Arabs charge him seventy-five cents a square-*yard for cleaning off his sidewalk-and when he attempts to come out of his house, may he slide down the steps from the top to the bottom, bumping his elbows and the back of his head at every jump-may, he-no, I will yield no further to my feelings; but what the miser able wretch could see to apostro phize in semi-coagulated vapor passes comprehension. The man who wrote "I love the merry, merry sunshine," &c., was a poet. He knew what he was talking about, and if he has not yet attair ed the literary eminence that his ability so richly deserves, let him keep on, and if ever merit receives its reward in this world, he may yet expect to arrive at the dis tinction of a second-class reporter on a third-class newspaper. But for snow, Inever want to hear of it again; I ever want to see it ; and the satisfaction 1 should feel in punching the head of the man who c3ncocted that vile apostro he to its beauty, could only be ,qualcd by the beatitude of the 1 iouris who revel in the Prophet's I ralhalla of delight. Snow, snow, i mow-slush, slush, slush-fog, fog, ' 'og. I am considered by my neigh- i >ors rather an amiable man, but 1 o: the last week I have been mad l mough to bite off a ten-penny nail. i We have had most miserable < veather-an hour of sunshine, and wonty-three hours ' of fog and ] now. But there are compensa- i ions even in the extremes of mis- I ry, and it is satisfactory to know 1 hat these heavy snow-falls have i urnished employment to thous-1 Lnds of poor people, who, at this I uclement season, need every dol ar they can earn to save them. rom starvatio, The last week closed with an xplosion in the. sugar works of he Glen Cove Starch Company. I . large sugar converter blew up, mnd, considering the nature and 1 ixtent of the destruction, no sim lar event ever occasioned so small 1 m loss of life. The works of this ;ompany are erected on a penin iular reaching out toward Long l sland Sound, embracing an area 1 )f about twenty acres. Between 'our and five hundred people are l amployed in their works, and at I 3oon on Saturday they had just lone to dinner. All of these peo Dle, in going out of, and returning o, the works, had to pass the spot where the explosion took place ; %nd if it had only occurred, a' R, moments before or haW an her later, the calamity that wold bave ensued would only bave-been equaled by the Brooklyn .fire, or the terrible Ashtabula disaster. Fortunately the long procession Df hundreds of workmen and wo men had just passed out, and Mr. Iar Duryea, one of the propri tors of the establishment, stond onversing with the chemist of the works-Dr. Wiele. Mr. Dur yea urged the doctor to go to his dinner, which he persistently re used. Mr. Duryea then left him and had scarcely walked twenty steps when an explosion took place that seemed to shake the very foundation of the earth. -In an instant the air was black with flying debris, and the dreadful shower of missiles which followed resembled the accounts of the ex explosions of Vesuvius or Manna Loa. So terrific was the force of the explosion, that a huge mass of iron which composed the head of the cylinder, weighing over a ton, was thrown several hundred feet over the office, and landed in the middle of the road ; another immense fragment of iron was thrwn across the street, cutting a tree in two as though it had been severed by an ax, and it was the providential circumstance of its being thus arrested in i ts pro gress that prevented the destruc tion of a house which lay directly in its path. The two oldest bro thers, Mr. Wright and John Dur yea were conversing in the office at the time, and they thought the end of the world had come ; rush ing out of the office they discover ed the body of the doctor many feet from the spot where the ex plosion took place, it having been hurled through a heavy board fence. The assistant was instant ly killed, and the doctor expired in the course of the afternoon. And now comes the romance of the affair. It has been discovered since the inquest that Dr. Wiele was in love with a young lady in Brooklyn, and this young lady was also loved by his assistant. Only a day or two before the doc tor had declared his passion, to learn that he had already been forestalled by a rival, and that that rival was no other than his own assistant. He returned to Glen Cove exceedingly gloomy and downcast; and there is now but little doubt that on Friday night he resolved to devote himself and his rival to the avenging gods. Whatever may have been the na ture of his thoughts, the results were most effectual, and as near as can be ascertained from the character of the explosion, imme diately after the departure of Mr. Duryea, he threw in the fire some nitro-glycerinle or other explosive material and thus destroyed him self and his rival together. The meaa ofnsicide scarcely afford a nore remarkable instance, and the act of the time being taken when ;he works were entirely empty, 'enders that which was first nn mpression now a positive certain .y. The sound of the explosion iad scarcely died as ay when at irmy of men were set to work to lear away the ruin. The escape of Wright and John Duryea ingy almost be said to be niraculous. The destruction of )roperty, amounting to a few housand dollars, is considered of io consequence by the company, bey only deplore the unfortunate oss of life. The magnificent office r.ecently erected completely - es apad injury. The starch works were not damaged in the slightest legree, and in four or five weeks it farthest the company expect to )e able to supply their celebrated rape sugar in unlimited quanti Aes. New York is a nice town when ,he fences are all up, but whenever on want a first-class sensation, .ou haveoot to go over to Brook yn. There they manufacture hem to order; and no matter what article you demand, you can enerally get it to suit. The atest Brooklyn sensation occurred [n the Miller divorce case which has been occupying the attention :f the District Court for the past week. Mr. Miller, a tinker of dis tinction, was sueing his wife for a livorce, she being a pretty little Dutcg girl that he wooed and won scarce five short years ago. Mrs. Miller was fair to look upon, but not blest with~ soap, or in other words, cash, which. we all know in this world is one of the greatest sources of marital happiness. The elder Miller showed none of the fbolish romanee of his son's love of feminine beauty ; he had long been engaged in the tin business he knew the value. of tin-the young lady had no tin, and that settled her- qualifications in the mind of the elder Miller, and he at once set himself,to work to persuade his son that he had made a foolish match, more especially as there was another fascinating lit tle Deutcher gal, dat leeved around de gorner, dat had got doo houses, mit a gow. To make a long story short, the poor girl's life was al most worried out of her, and she was accused of doing all sorts of naughty things with all sorts of naughty people ; but when it came to the stern. proof which the law demands, the answer was, non comatibus in swampo-not one of the guilty ones could be found. At last one solitary witness re mained, who was inculpated with the lady-a certain Doctor McMa nus, once her family physician. So convinced was the prosecution that they could get nothing out of him on account of his well-known friendship for the lady, that they let him severely alone, and so, as a crowning triumph, the doctor was summoned by the defense to prove her spotless. reputation ; he took the stand, and just at the mon-en a the lawyers for the lady were looking for the triumphant vindic*ation of their client, the ras cally doctor turned upon. them, admitted all that had been charged by the prosecution, and went into a villainy of detail rarely witness ed in a court of justice. Tbe law yers, judge and jury were horri fed, and the bitter sobs of the wretched defendant, whose hopes had been so suddenly blasted by the man she had trusted, melted even the hardest hearts, and tears were seen trickling down the cheeks of hard-visaged old law yers, whose hearts were supposed to be as dry as a Supreme Court brief. Judge McCue, who pre sided at the time, sat on the bench as pale as ashes, while this de graded disciple of' Esculapius re hearsed the story of his infamy; the judge gnawed his nether lip, and it was evident the thunder was gathering ; 'just as the story of his shame had closed, and as the doctor was about to leave the stand, the counsel for the defense rose and stopped him, and amid a silence only broken by the heart rending sobs of the defendant, he drew a paper from his breast and holding it before tbe doctor, he asked him if that was his affidavit. It waa now the rdontnr's turn to ADVERTISINC RATES. Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1.00 per square--one inch-for first Insertion, and 75c. for each subsequent insertion. Double column advertisements tenper cent on above Notices of meeting,obituaries and tribut( $ of respect, same rates per square as ordinsaiy advertisements. Special notices in local colun. 15 er is perline. Advertisements not marked with the sm-. bey of inc~er,:nv wi!l be kept in till forbid and charged accordingly. Special contracts ma~de with large adver tisers, witI iberal di iiuctions on above rates JeGo alx.'zt Done with Neatness and Dispatch Terms Cash. be surprised, for before him was an affidavit which he bad sworn to before a notary public, .nearly six months previously, wherein he had solemnly declared%hat the lady in question was as chaste .as ice and pure as snow; and that,as far as he was concerned, Diana was a very questionable person alongside of her. Tbe, dector .wriggled and twisted, -and tried to get ou.t of. _it ; .bat to '*io purpose-; the, judge- had hYm-de tained by the officers of the court till the district attorney 'could 'be sent for. In the meantime, the jury had retired, and were so con vinced that the villairi had p7er jured himself; than tbey ac u!tted the lady on the spot. The .die. trict attorney soon arrive4 ;an. in dictmnent for perjn,ry; was at 'once drawni up, the rascally doctor was committed. to' Raymnond Street Jail, to await the action of the Grand Jury, and the presumption is, that if he gets, his -desertsk .his next ten summers:will be passed in the sweet and pteastht -secla West Alexander, Pa, says: "I sell more of Dr. Pierce's prepara tions than all others combined.