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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XIII. WEDNESDAY MORNING, MARCH 21, 1877. No. 12. THImsE HERALD 15 PUBLISED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING, At Newberry, S. C. BY THOR, P; G RKR, Editor and Proprietor. Terms, $2.50 per .fInun, Inrariably in Advance. r-# Die paper is stopped at the expiration of time for which it is paid. 37'The .4 mark denotes expiration of sub scription. TEMPERANCE. WRITTEN~ FOR THE JOURNAL OF COMMERCE BY MARTIN~ P. TUPPER. Temperance? Yes! true Temperance, yes! Moderation in all things, the word is express; "Nothing too much"-Greek, "Meden agan," So spake Cleobulus, the Seventh Wise Man; And the grand "golden mean" was shrewd Horace's saw, And Solomon's self laid it down for a law, That "good overmuch" is a possible fault, As meat over-salted is worse for the salt; And Chilo, the Stagyrite, Peter, and Paul, Ebjoin moderation in all things to all, The law to make better this trial-scene, earth, Anid draw out its strongest of wisdom and worth, By safely suppressing each evil excess In feasting, of course, but in fasting no less In drinking-- by all means let no one get ,. drunk 1In eating, let none be a gluttonous monk, But everyone feed as becometh a Saint, With grateful indulging and wholesome re straint, Not pampering self, as an epicure might, Nor famishing self, the ascetic's delight. But man ever has been, and will be, it seems, Given up to intemperance, prone to extremes; The wish of his heart (it has always been No wine for the pure or the wise-;o some teach Abstinence utter for all and for each, Total denial of every right use, Because some bad fools the good creature But there's your example?-The drunkard's can't eee it, And if they are told of it, scorn it and flee it; Example?-Your children!-No doubt it is right To be to them always a law and a light; But moderate temperance is the wise way To form them, and hinder their going astray ; Whereas utter abstinence proves itself vain, And drunkards flare up because good men abstain. The law of reaction is stringent and strong, A youth in extremis is sure to go wrong, For the pendulum swings with a multiplied force When sloped from its even legitimate course. I have known-who has not? That a profli gate son Has been through his fanatic father undone! Restrained, till the night of free license ar rives, And then he breaks out to the wreck of two lives! A fierce water-fever just now is red hot; Drink water, or perish, thou sleve and thou sot! Drink water alone, and drink more, and drink much But, liquors or wines? Not a taste, not a touch! Yet, is not this fever a fervor of thrift? It is wine you denounce, but it's cost is your drift: The times are so hard and the wines are so bad, (For good at low prices are not to be had) That forthwith society shrewdly shouts high For water alone, the whole abstinence cry! And, somehow, supposed suggestive of Heaven, The cup of cold water is generously given, But a glass of good wine is an obsolete thing, And will be, till trade is once more in full swing! I hint not hypocrisy; many are true, They preach what they practice, they say what they do; And used from their boyhood to only cold water Enjoin nothing better on wife, son and daughter; But surely with some it is merely for thrift, That they cut off the wine, and with water make shift, Although they profess the self-sacrifice made As dread of intemperance makes them afraid. And so, like a helmsman too quick with his tiller Eschewing Charybdis they steer upon Scylla, To perish of utter intemperance--Yes! The victims of water consumed to excess. To conclude: The first miracle, wonder Di vine, Wasn't wine changed to water, but water to wine, That wine of the Kingdom, the water of life Transmuted, with every new excellence rife, The wine to make glad both body and soul To cheer up the sad and make the sick whole! nd when the Redeemer was seen among men He drank with the sinners and Publicans then, Exemplar of Temperance, yea to the sot. In use of good wine, but abusing it not! We dare not attempt to do better than He, But follow the Master, as servants made free To touch, taste and handle, to use not abuse' All good to receive, but all ill to refuse! It is thus the true Christian with temperance lives, Giving God thanks for the wine that He gives. Charleston, S. C., Feb. 10. MAKTNG UJP. 'I hate 'em!I' 'Singular !' 'I don't think it singular.' Fred Tracy lit his cigar over again, and resuimed his favorite re cuabent attitude. His friend, Har ry Blake, kept on whittling, now and then casting wondering glances at this handsome woman hater. After a moment's silence, Harry re marked: 'How any man can dislike women, is more than 1 can tell.' 'Bah!I' interrupted Fred ; 'you forget that I had a stepmother, and 'Was jilted '' 'No, sir '-this with emphasis 'no woman ever jilted me!l' 'But what about your engage ment with Sue Osmond ? Some thing happened. Whose fault was it-yours or hers ?' 'If you want to know, I'll tell you, and leave you to judge whose fault it was. That girl ran away with every bit of sense I had, for a brief period-only a brief period. I woke up one night to a realization of what a fool I had been! Of course, every fellow who is engaged to a girl supposes he has won per fection. I did.' 'A very foolish thing to suppose, to begin with.' 'Pshaw!I You don't know what you are talking about. For about six weeks after our engagement everything was lovely. She was pretty, fascinating, deucedly intelli. ~gent and accomplished ; and I spared no pains to take her every where sle wanted to go. My team was kept pretty busy in those days, I c.an tell you. Sne couldn't ride in a hired coach; and as for the cars or stage, why, bless your heart! I should never have dreamed, in any emiergency,of suggesting either.' 'Do you mean to tell me that Sue Osmond is such a fool as that?' 'She never said anything about the way she should go ; J;ut, don't you see, I made such an idol of her that I couldn't bear to feel for a moment that she had stepped out side of her own especial sphere ?' 'Fiddlesticks!' 'All right. Fall in love yourself and then see ! Well, this was my manner of treating her. One eve ning last winter I was returning from the office. It was about sev en o'clock, and it never rained harder since the deluge. It was a cold, slippery, horrible night, and Jim Hawkins and I walked straight through the crowded boat, and stood outside under the awning. There weren't but two or three there besides us. I noticed a wo man leaning against the opposite side of the window. I saw that she had on an old waterproof cloak, and the hood was drawn over her hat. Finally, after considerable squinting at the figure and side face of the woman, Jim said, with a nudge : ''Don't you know who that is, Fred ?' ''How the mischief should I know ?' I asked. 'You ought to, if anybody. Take a good look, now.' 'Just then the boat touched the dock. I looked, and as sure as I live, there stood Sue Osmond, my ladylove. She drew the hood closer over her face, and while I was de ciding what to do the chain was lowered, and Sue was lost among the crowd.' ''The man who hesitates,' you know.' 'Yes, I know all about it. An hour after, I called on Miss Os mond. She was dressed, ready to receive me. I never saw her eyes so bright ; there was an indefinable glitter all over her, and her man ner was fascinating to the last de gree. After a while said I: ''Sue, I could have sworn an hour ago that I saw you on a ferry boat !' 'Could you?t' she laughed, with out changing color. 'Never swear to personal identity. I knew a man who got into a horrid scrape once by doing so.' ''Well, it wasn't you, was it, Sue?' I asked. ''How ridiculous!l' she answered; and then with a most unusual touch of defiance in her manner : 'Sup pose it was-what then?' ''Nothing much,' said I ; 'only good bye, Miss Osmond!I' ''Truly?t' said she, in the calmest possible manner. 'Yes, truly,' I answered, 'unless you can account satisfactorily for conduct so questionable!l' ''So what ?' she asked, growing as white as death. ''So questionable,' I repeated. 'She rose in a white heat. This is what she said: ''About 7 o'clock this evening I crossed the ferry from New York to Brooklyn ; and I refuse to give any account of the circumstances which made such questionable con duct necessary. So good-bye, Mr. Tracy.'' 'What thien?t' inquired Harry. 'Why, she swept out of the room like a tragedy queen, and I haven't spoken to her since.' Three weeks after. Same room, same company. 'Poor Will Osmond has gone, said Harry Blake. 'The deuce he has,' replied Fred Tracy. 'Yes. I was over there this af ternoon, and had a talk with his widow. Will's health failed imme diately after his marriage, and his father was so angry with him for marrying his daughter's governess, that he would not do the least thing for him. Mrs. Osmond said that~ if it had not been for Sue they would have certainly starved. She pawned and sold most of her jew elry, and managed so skillfully that Will was surrounded with every comfort. I found out something, Fred.' 'Do you remember the date of the night you saw Miss Osmond nn the ferryboat? Was it the third of December?' 'Yes, sir !' 'Well, that day Sue spent with her brother. He was a greal deal worse,and she was determined, come what would, she would not leave him until he was easier. He grew more comfortable, and when she got ready to start for home it rain ed hard. So she borrowed her sis ter's waterproof and hurried off. Now, what do you think?' 'That I was a brute, and Ill make it up this very day.' Evening. Scene-parlor in the house of Osmond. Sue Osmond in the library, alone. Fred Tracy is announced. 'Good evening, Mr. Tracy;' and Sue ex,ends a very steady little hand to her visitor. 'I have just heard to-day of your brother's death, Miss-Osmond and-and' Fred Tracy was never known to stammer, but now the English lan guage failed him. 'Will had been ill several months,' was the calm answer. 'And to think,' said Fred, almost sobbing, 'that I should have been such a brute ! I found out all about it to-day ! I wonder if you can ever forgive me?' 'Certainly,' replied Sue. 'I for gave you a long time ago.' 'Angel!' whispered Fred. 'How can I ever be thankful enough 1' The hands he tried to seize were withdrawn as she replied: 'By remembering, Mr. Tracy, that no woman worth having will endure the high and lofty treat ment you attempted with me ! and that where there is true love, there is true confidence !' 'Sue, dear Sue, what do you mean? Why are you so cold?' 'Mr. Blake!' announced a ser vant. 'Good evening, Fred,' cried Har. ry, cordially. 'And how's my little Sue?' 'Very well, thank you,' cried Sue, lovingly. 'This, Mr. Tracy,' she continued, tvith a deep blush, 'is my intended husband.' 'How long has this been ?' in quired poor Fred. 'About three months,' replied Blake, nonchalantly. 'And you allowed me to come around here and make a fool of myself in this manner?t' 'What manner ? I was delighted that you and my Sue were going to make up and be good friends again.' Before Harry had concluded his sentence Fred was gone. The hail door shut with a bang, and the lovers were alone. VEGETBLE ELECmUcrrY.-A bo tanical traveler in Nicaragua de scribes through the columns of a Belgian horticultural publication, a species of phytolacca which is in the vegetable world the counter part of the gymnotus or electric eel. On attempting to gather a branch of this plant the hand feels a shock as if from an electric ma chine ; and a compass is sensibly affected by proximity to the plant, the needle being agitated in pro portion to its nearness to the shrub, taking on a rapid gyratory movement when the instrument is placed in the middle of the bush. There is, it seems no doubt that the phenomena are due to an elec crical state of the plant itself ; for, first, the intensity of the action va ries according to the time of day, being slight during the night, and at its maximum an hour or two af ter noon ; and, secondly, during stormy weather it considerably in. creases, while in dry seasons it reaches its minimum, the plant re remaining in a withered state until the arrival of rain. Inducements are offered by the land department of Florida for 50, 000 wealthy Mennonites to immi grate to the orange groves. Houses will not go up while rents are coming down. A bit of nonsense-One that will not check at horse. There are ten printers in the FoR THE HERALD. BROADBRIM'S NEW YORK LETTER. No. 8. OLD AND NEW-NEW YORK-THE NEW POST OFFICE--THE ASTOR IN THE OLDEN TIMES-BARNUM'S MUSE U--WINDUST'S RESTAURANT --THE OLD POST OFFICE THE THEATRES, THE CHURCHES-GOS SIP ABOUT TOWN. Nothing tells t. h e imperial growth of this great city more powerfully than the new magnifi cent Post Office, which stands in a line between the Astor House and the old Park Theatre, and on the site of what was once the principal entrance to the Park.' In days of yore, at this entrance, were four stone pillars, surmount ed by huge cannon balls, which tradition informed us were tro phios all the way from piratical Algiers. Many of the most inter esting historical associations clus ter around this classic ground. It was just inside the line of the old porch of the new Post Office that Jacob Leisler planted his rebel lious .flag in 1689, almost a hun dred years before the revolution, and it was in the fields a little to the a est of the Astor House that he was hanged, and his bones, for one hundred years, rested back of the old Dutch Church, just within musket shot of the spot where he died, but even that old landmark has gone for years, church, tomb stone, bones and all. It only seems like yesterday since a little building, twenty feet in front and forty feet deep, at the other end of the park, did all the post-office business of New York, and just a short distance from the magnificent building belonging to the ~Stats-Zeitung, on a little island down by Pearl street, is the place where they burned the negroes at the stake during the rebellion of 1641. The park is altered now ; in fact, there is very little left of it. The City Hall, made memora ble by the villainies of T weed, Garvey, Ingersoll, Sweeney. and the rest of the robbers who stole twenty millions, is built on the site of the old Bridewell. The new Post Office, and the street at the back of it, has taken off nearly a third -of its area, and now, in stead of being the favorite prome nade of the aristocracy, as it was forty or fifty years ago, it is the lounging ground of foreign and native beggars, loafers, vagabonds, thieves, bootblacks and scaven gers, and worse than all, the demi gods of our local ward politics, whose business is public plunder, and whose legitimate home is the Penitentiary. On the south Bide of Park iRow stood the old Park Theatre burned down nearly thir ty years ago. This was the aris tocratic temple of the drama of those days where our ancient no bility occupied the boxes and stalls-a spot consecrated by the genius of George Fredrickr Cook, Edmund Kean, Booth, Forrest, and a host of lesser lights, now extinguished forever. Here it was that iMalebran electrified Americans for the first time, and here too at a subsequent period Fanny Essler danced into the af fections of our fathers arid drove all the young fellows crazy who used to eat clam fritters and drinkI rum punch at Windust's. Apro pos of Windust's nunquam non peratus, was the sign which indi cated Windust's bountiful cheer, and constant readiness here might be found after the theatres were closed some of the choicest com pany in New York. Many old merchants whose accounts are now being balanced on the other side of the styx, went down to Windust's for their oysters and night cap which t%ey sometimes pulled down so far over their ears that they found it difficult getting home without the aid of a hack ney coach. Tom Hamnblin and old Mitchell James and Henry Wallack, the elder Vanderhoof, and moBt of the a reining s t-ars of the day stretched their legs under the mahogany of this famous and classic cellar. Ja cob Little, the millionaire of Wall Street,. would occasionally dr.op in, and the back room up stairs afforded shelter for many a famous divine of those days-who washed down his porter-house steak and mushrooms with a quart of Ver zenay and then by way of settling his digestion, took a tumbler of old Otard steaming hot, nor ever dreamed as he rose from the table that he had been guilty of any in fraction of the law. At opposite tables looking as kant at each other might be seen James Gordon Bennett, and Hor ace Greeley, then just struggling into position, M. M. Noah, Gen, George P. Morris, Mr. N. P. Wil lis, Dr. Locke, the author of the moon hoax-poor McDonald Clark who now sleeps peacefully beside a sweet little lake in Greenwood, Edgar Allen Poe, and a host of others who if spiritualism be true may row be busily engaged in in tellectual journalism away on the other side of Jordan. The Astor House, after a sleep of years, is again revived, though not in its ancient glory. Here, in days gone by, might be seen Dan iel Webster, Henry Clay, Gen. Scott, John Quincy Adams, and many more whose names are great in the nation's history. Over the way stood Barnum's Museum, famous for the triumphs of Tom Thumb, the Fiji Mermaid, the Bearded Lady, and the What is-It; and only a block above the Astor was Peal's Museum, where one could see the best collection of historical portraits then to be found in America; but I must break off to give you the news. The Methodist Church of Brook lyn has been startled from its pro priety by the secession of the Rev. Emory Haynes, a bright and shining light in the Church, wLo leaves Methodism, and will be baptised in the Baptist Church by the time you receive this. Joseph Eneas, one of the pillars of the St. John's M. E. Church, has run away, and his liabilities are said to reach two hundred thouisand dollars. The dead lock in the Board of Aldermen still continues, so that that respectable body is without a President, and while the democrats have a nominal ma jority of one, Mr. Paddy Donovan, the odd democraL, insists upon voting for himseli for President of the Board, and says he'll keep an woting that way antul they eluct him. In the meantime the republicans, who carried the city a year ago, are enjoying all the fat places at the public erib, which causes no little disgust amo ng the host of patriots who are waiting for the rewards of' merit. Our city is just now boiling with excitement about blue glass, and reports of wonderful cures reach us from every direction. I have just taken out a patent for a blue glass hat-warranted to cure bald heads, and calculated to be a permanent improvement to people of weak intellects. This ingenious article of wearing apparel, design ed and invented solely by me, is two feet and a quarter high, with the rim an eighth of an inch broad. It is slightly bell crowned and in the top is inserted a plate of blue glass. The vertical rays of the sun striking obliquely on the capillary tubes will excite the nervous membrane and undoubt edly prove of great and perma nent benefit. Hats can be ordered through your office, and a liberal conmission will be allowed. Among the marvellous cures effected by this wonderful medical agent I give you a few which I vouch for as authentic. A gallant soldier lost his leg at Antietam, and for fourteen years he has been going it on a wooden pin. On Tuesday last, by accident, he took his afternoon nap where the sun's rays happened to fall on his arm through blue glass, and now he has an incipient leg on his left el bow, which is growing rapidly every day. A widow in Harlem lost her husband by that dreadful disease, superannuated lockjaw. She lined her bustle with blue glass, and she was married again insid of two weeks. It is higrhly recommended as a cure for hard times, and is said to be infallible in galloping consumption and dys pepsia. Our weather has changed, and while I write, the streets are lined with umbrellas. India rub ber shoes are in active demand, but notwithstanding all, this we are now on the highway of Spring. Business is good, the ho tels full. The count is finished, and we are anxiously waiting for .Monday. Yours truly,. BROADBRIM. MADE CRAZY BY FRIGHT. One of the most striking things connected with the early incidents of the Brooklyn theater fire was the effect produced upon the minds of many persons, especially women, who were rescued from the burning building. There were in several places scenes resembling those of a madhouse. Some grew silly, and when they were led from the door, foolishly prattled of matters in no way. connected with the tragedy. More seemed to lose all conscious ness of what was passing, and fran tically rushed here and there, ex claiming loudly and gesticulating. One woman, led away by two men, earnestly pleaded to be- allowed to return, and evidently would have en deavored to go back into the theater, where she thought one of her friends still was. So determined was she, that finally they were obliged to raise her in their arms and carry her away. On-the opposite side of Wap.hington sereet another woman w&iked rapidly back and forth, shaking her head slowly, and mut tering : "He's a good one, good one," without seeming to be con cious of what she said. In the station house was one man, bruised and burned, who required two men to keep him quiet. Starting up suddenly and staring wildly, he would throw out his arms and seem to be frightened by something he thought he still saw. When quiet ed, his head sunk on his breast and he was unconscious of what was passing. A young woman of pre possessing appearance acted as if intoxicated. Several times she burst into fits of laughter, and talked bits of nonsense to those caring for her. Still others ap peared stunned and stupefied by what they had passed through, and remembered nothing of the scenes. A strong looking man said that after leaving his seat and starting for the exit he had no recollection of what happened until he was up on the street. The greater portion of those who came out, however, had a vivid recollection of the whole scene, and recovered their presence of mind after the first shock. ExcELLENT INTEEST BULEs.-For finding the interest on any princi pal for any number of days. The answer in each case being in cents, separate the two right hand figures of the answer to express it in dol lars and cents: Four per cent-Multiply by the number of days, and divide by seventy-two. Six per cent-Multiply by the number of days, separate the right hand figure, and divide by six. Eight per cent-Multiply by the number of days, and divide by for ty-five. Nine per cent.-Multiply by the number of days ; separate the right hand figure, and divide by four. Ten per cent-Multiply by the number of days, and divide by thir ty-ive. Twelve per cent-Multiply by the number of days, separate the right hand figure, and divide by three. Fifteen per cent-Multiply by the number of days, and divide by twenty-four. Eighteen per cent-Multiply by thie number of days ; separate the right hand figure, and divide by two. Twenty per cent.-Multiply by the number of days, and divide by eighteen. Every person should put by something for a rainy di'y. An' umbrella is a-very good thing. Peaceful sleep is the sheet an chor of health. ADVERTISINC RATES. Advertisements Inserted at the iste ote.o0 per square-one inch-for Anrt inserticm, and 75c. for each subsequent insertion. Doeble column advertisemeuts tenpr centon.above Notices of meetings,obituaies and trlbno $ of respect, same rates per square as ordmrasp advertisements. Special notices in local cetmmn 15 tentis porline. Advertisements not_markedwisb tbtnnm ber of insertion% wipl be kept in tif forbid and charged ac cordingl. Special contracts made with large aiver u sers, with liberal dedactions on above rates : Jo, Pww,ree Done with Neatness and Dispatsh Terms Cash. KNOWLEDGE IS POWEIL. This is a nation of enlightened freemen. Education is the corner stone and foundation of our gov ernment. The people ,sw free to think and act for themselves, and that they may act wisely it isneces say that they be well informed. Every individual .gain increases public gain. Upon the health of the people is based the prosperity of anation, by itevery value is. in creased, every joy enhanc ed.. Hlth is essential to the accomplishment of every purpose ; while siclkses thwarts the best intentionsaad loft iest aiS. Unto us are committed important health trusts, whic -, we hold not merely in our own behalf but for the benefit of others.- In order that we may be able -to -dis charge the obligation of our &aus teeship and thus prove worthy-of our generous commission, it is ne cessary that we stmdy the art of preserving health and prolonging life. It is of paramount impo noe to every person not only to anoer