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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XIII. WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 8, 1877.. No. 32. THEHERALD IS PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING, At Newberry, S. C. BY THOS. F. GRENEKER, Editor and Proprietor. Terms, $2.00 per .fIznum, Invariably in Advance. rt The paper is stopped at the expiration of time for which it is paid. 09 The X mark denotes expiration of sub scription. THEY ARE I OVE---BLESS THEM. - WHAT HE SAYS. Stars, let me hear you shout! Why hang, ye leaves, so still? This night she faltered out A rosy lipped "I will." The blood rushed through my brain She turned her face to me; Then kisses came like rain Upon a parched lea. Light streamed from pole to pole, The air became perfume, And all my barren soul Burst into green and bloom. Oh, hour that bankrupts joy, But perfect's nature's plan This morn : was a boy And now I am a man. Stars, let me hear you shout! Oh, leaves, hang not so still! Wind, call your music out! My love has said "1 will." WHAT SHE SAYS. My hope has then come true He loves me, so he said; How fast my pulses flew My cheek, it burned, how red! Some things I seemed to hear, And some I seemed to see; Was it throu~gh eye or ear He told his heart to me? So high he seemed to stand, My hope'giew faint and dim; His love came like a hand And drew me up to him. Within me, all is light How, why, I cannot say; For me, night is not night, And day is more than day! And thus my hope comes true Oh, h'ope, how faint and dim! And so what can I do But love and live for him? TRITE AFTER ALL. --0 There it lay on the desk, the tiny little speck. Three years had Annie Preston worn it, and now-poor child ! it was her first lesson in heart-ache, and she shrank weakly. Allan Reade was a young phy sician, and i.t was years before he gave Annie Preston that won derful blue :-ing with its flashing diamond spark. Only the watch ing stars, and, perchance, the lis tening angels, made record of the vows they breathed over it, the eternal constancy they pledged, and the great and good work it led them to, for they were both young. Trhe little girl was a stranger in Linville. She had come to keep house for an invalid maiden aunt, and old Dr. Grosbeek, being called suddenly while he had an important case on hand, sent young Reade down to attend that same aunt, and so the young peo ple met for the first time. Reade was a student, and pos sessed with the romantic hopes and plans that often fill the hearts and brains of men whose professions offer mysterious im possibilities of great good to hu mnanity. In time the betrothal ring was given and received, and the two sunshiny young lives were dedi cated to grim Esculapius and the good of their human brethren. Annie realized the great and holy responsibility of being the young woman of all the world chosen to share so grand a life ; and Allan felt that for her sake, he must be nothing less than the noblest and best physician the world had ever known. So great was their responsibili ties, and-so general and benificent their plans, that conversation grew short and vague, and there was very little personal confidence be tween them, and so it came about that Annie knew very little of her lover's life or history. She received a note from him one day, in which he told her that he was away for a few weeks, woulld be inexpressibly lonely without her, would write at the earliest moment, and expect her to send him an account of all she had thought or read during his absence. The gentle-hearted girl was de seeing, her pass when she was here before." Annie sat sick and still, listen ing to this idle chat. "I never thought much o' the Reades, myself, and as for Allan, be was a stupid kind of a boy, anyway," said her aunt. "Oh;" laughed the visitor, "1 am afraid you are prejudiced ; but I hope yen wit let Annie come to our party-I came to ask you." Both ladies looked questioning. ly at Annie, but she wa:s gazing ar away towards the glowing western sky. She was trying to think what Allan Reade bad said to her-if in all his bombastic talk of future usefulness, of the com fort and assistance she was to be in the toilsome path he had chosen, if he had ever said "be my wife." What did the pretty blue enam elled ring mean? He. had called her his guardian angel, had told her how strong and self-reliant it already made him, to feel that she would trust him entirely and al ways. But all tip wliile bad she de ceived herself? When he meant only friendship, had her stupid self-importance led her to believe he was talking of such a love as should unite their two lives for ever? "You will come to our party, will you not, my dear ?" the vis itor purred in poor Annie's pre occupied mind. "No, ma'am," answered the suf fering child, ih a low, constrained voice. "I do not like to go to parties, and I do not think aunt ought to ba left alone so long." Aunt said-"Humph !" but she was secretly pleased, and the vis itor left. "What are you staring out there for Annie ? Have you made out the bills ?" asked her aunt sharp ly. "No, aunt;" and Annie mechan ically took her pen and sat down at the desk, waiting dictation. Something called off the old lady's attention, and she slowly left the room. Annie sat still thinking, thinking. She slipped the ivory tip of her long, slender pen-holder under the ring that sparkled on her dimpled hand, and turned it slowly round. "I'll be there in a minute, An ie," called her aunt's voice. The girl started guiltily and pulled at the pen-holder. It broke with a sharp snap, and at the same moment the ring flew off and lay on a pile of papers before her eyes. " Broken, broken, broken !" moaned the frightened g i r I . 'Broken, like the faith of which [ thought it was a symbol-like the dreams that clustered around She knew, poor child, what dire and dreadful superstitions hung about a broken ring, and her head throbbed painfully as she tried to o on thinking. There it lay on the desk, a tiny glittering speck. Three years she bad worn it, and now A step was- at the door. A voice was talking with her aunt. Should she run away ? Would be come in ? In he came, bright and fresh from the great outside world. "I was so impatient to see you, dear," he whispered softly. "I have just come from the station." In came her aunt. "Miss Hazietine has just gone from here." "Yes, I met her at the gate. They are to have a party to-night. I want Annie to go-to meet Mrs. Reade." He could come there and say that ! She had deceived herself. No wonder the ring was broken ! Oh, if she could only die ! "Why don't you say mother ?" asked the aunt viciously. "I never do," he said determ inedly. "She was my father's wife, and I treat her well for that reason alone. But she is not my mother." Poor Annie ! The sudden re action nearly stifled, her. And that pledge was not broken, it is not broken yet, and that was years ago.. While Mr. Adam Miller was plowing his farm in Kinderhook, he brought to the surface a large turtle, which was alive, and had marked on its shell: "May 30, 1781, H. A. D." Muley Hassan, emperor of Mo rocco, is behind hand in sending troops to Turkey. The Muley family in this country is more no ted for its behind foot. T he cable says : "Hungary sy m pathizes with Turkey."- And a Hungry tramp sympathizes with the same kind of bird--but the cable doesn't say so. The British National Penny Bank announces $2,000,000 of do posits. Walking dress skirts clear the gnd in Paris. [From the Atlanta Constitution.j MILLIONS OF EGGS. ARNMIES OF CHICKENS, DUCKS AND GEESE -THE LUXURIANT LIVING IN NORTH-EAST GEORGIA. "Breatbs there a man with soul so dead" who does not think his own town the best and most favored that dots the surface of the green earth ? Atlanta has be come famous for her blowings and more famous because she has some thing to blow about. But the sweet influences of local pride are not confined to our com munity. They extend all around us, and include some of our best and most congenial neighbors, among whom the little city of Gainesville is notable for its vast hopes and boundless expectations. Gainesville has had a history in the past five years that justifies a whole lot of pride and makes mu sical the tones of her local horn. She "has come out of the kinks," in the expressive language of a northeast Georgia idiom. From a country court-house and a few straggling dwellings she has grown into a flourishing city, handsome lybuilt, boasting a two mile street railway, four hotels, two colleges and forty prosperous business houses, in the midst of a popula tion of 3,500 clever people, nine tenths of whom expect to be in a great city in ten years. In the summer nearly a thous and strangers cram the hotels, stroll lazily about the streets and out into the beantiful country that lies all around, luxuria',ing in the sweet, cool air, that even a July sun cannot make disagreeable. It is a wonderful country, but one of its most remarkable char acteristics is the marvelous-fecun dity of its fowl yards. It is the chosen resting place of the egg, and the favored home of the fes tive chicken. A man who struts about on a middle Georgia farm amid a hun dred cackling hens and a score of chivalric male attendants,- who look with tender affection upon a thousand or so of chirping infants may fancy that it sees something rf the glory of the poultry king lom. Just take that individual to Gainesville, lead him slo wly by be coop-covered depot, out into the streets, if he can get along without getting his foot into an egg box, then out into the suburbs, and thence away into the coun try, where a hundred farms send up an everlasting cackle and the joyous flap of the Shanghai's wing is a sound that knows no sleeping; take him along that classic route and before he has gone half through bis wonders, he will confess to you that never until then has he fully realized the might and importance f chickendom. It is easy to gather from a bance conversation with any lever mbhabitant to what extent the roosters rule that section. A few weeks ago I was spend ing several days in that rich coun try and more fully than ever be fore I became impressed with its wonderful fecundity. I talked to the most enthusiastic of its sons and heard all its virtues enumera ted with minute precision. I lis tened to the tales of its mineral wealth ; its hidden fields of copper which lie a few inches under the feet of the thoughtless traveler ; its untold masses of gold snugly concealed in rocky recesses; its long list of precious stones yet ly ing rough among the pebbles and hiding a lustre worthy of, glitter ing in the most royal of all crowns. I heard the agricultural horn blow too. Was told how many bushels of wheat Bill Jones raised on ten acres, and how Squire Smith made enough corn to furnish,.an ordina ry country. I also heard local history, plenty of it. Stories of old feuds which had festered in malignity for years and at last burst into some awful tragedy on the court house square; legends of the Indians who "ruled the roost" of all northeast Georgia, een after they had entirely dis appeared from other parts of the State. They left behind them poetic memories which sometimes cling to a mountain, hover around a stream or perhaps linger only in the fading memory of some withered 'old man whose comrades are all gone long ago. I heard all these things and they interested me. I admired the country before and I became en thusiastic. If I had gone there with the most contemptible opin ion possible, I heard and saw enough to sweep me clear away from any former convictions or prejudices and carry me head and ears into a flood of enthusiasm. But candidly I must say that of all the things I saw, heard or dreamed in that golden section, nothing so impressed me or gave me such genuine pleasure as the hickn ad their various feath ered cousins. I wiN remember these when I forget mineral and legend. Never before did I appre ciate a chicken or know how much solid happiness was incased in the curved walls of an egg. The im portance and grandeur of chicken dom then first dawned upon me, and I never expect to feel their power so completely asldid among the musical farms of Hall County. Soon after my arrival I was taking a morning walk to a mineral spring on the edge of the city-a spring by the way guaranteed to cure anything from chicken pox to kleptomania-when I chanced to fall in with an affable son of that favored region. After a cordial exchange of morning salutations, I, for the lack of something else, to say, having discussed the weath er ten minutes, said to the native: "You seem to have plenty of chickens and eggs here ?" "We ain't got none." was the laconic reply. "I don't exactly understand. Seems to me I saw a thousand dozens of eggs at the depot this morning." The native stopped and eyed me from head to foot, and then as if satisfied of my intellectual, moral and social status, replied: "You don't live here, then, and I bet you never was here before." To both charges I plead guilty. By this time the great spring was reached, and the native, seating himself on a big flat rock, told tales about the chickens and eggs of that region wbich, if published as originally uttered, would cause the whole poultry-eating world to open its eyes in hungry wonder. I am afraid to attempt a literal reproduction of the wonderful in formation I had poured into my eager ears. With a consciousness of toning down all the statements made by him I venture on. Said the native-"No man knows what this country can do. I ain't been in Gainesville long myself. Soon after I arrived one night my wife wanted some eggs for supper, and I went down town to get 'em. I asked at the first store and the feller looked disap pointed and said he had sold a good lot that day and was afraid he couldn't supply me. I told him I only wanted a few for supper. He said he could let me have enough for that. He ad taken me for an egg specu lator. I went into the store and saw in the back part a pile of boxes as high as a freight car and as large as a.meeting house, and there wasn't a dern thing but eggs in any of 'em. I got six dozen for thirty cents and started home, but before I left I asked him how many he had. He said only eight thousand dozen, as trade had been lively all day, and stock was low ; would have plenty to-mor row. That startled me and I went to every store in town to see how many eggs they had. The next man swore he had nine thousand dozen, but all sold. Two more men claimed six thousand dozen in stock with early pros pects of reinforcement. I went ome and figured it all up, and r made Gainesville contain 300,000 eggs that night. How's that for eggs ? An Atlanta man couldn't be expected to drink in all those eggs and a quart of the panacea water too, so bewildered 1 re solved to investigate the subject more minutely. Procuring a horse I rode next day a few miles about the place and was convinced that my informant was not so closely related to Gulliver a~s I had at first thought. The whole r-egion is fat with eggs, alive with chick ens, musical with ducks and ro mantic with the long waving lines of stately geese that sweep through every farm yard. Something in the air seems to suit the poultry nature; and it thrives to an extent perhaps un known elsewhere on the habitable globe. A ride o? ten miles out the Dahlonega road, provided you make a short excursion on sev' ral cross roads, will give you some idea of what the poultry ca pacity of the country is. Every farm yard you pass b-as hundreds of chickens strutting on it. The crow of the knightly cock is an echo from one farm to another, and then caught up again and sent on in the burst -of a new strain. You may try to count roosters but the hens are too many and the spring chickens are as nu merous, it seems, as the leaves in autumn. Thbey literally swarm in the yard, and if some industrious dame announces by a peculiar chuckle that she has just captured a fat, lazy worm, you will see the clans gather and the youngsters will crowd and hop around her until you behold one big mass of hicken, all alive, scuffling and greedy for the envied morsel. They are fed early in the morning and late in the afternoon, the food usually being meal and water. It is remarkable how little care the farmers seem to take with their ,.hickes espeially when it is re membered that they are the chief source of subsistence. Very few of them have hen houses. The roosts are usually in the trees around the house, and the owls of the forest must have a royal old time. It requires the employment of all the little children, white and black, on the place to gather the eggs, which, for the want of bet ter places, are deposited in fence corners, under the house, and in fields close by. All the farms are pretty much alike, though some of them have enormous supplies of poultry and eggs. I asked one old gentleman how his crop was, and he said, with absolute cheerfulness, that it would fail this year, but he had enough chickens to support him. Many of them make as much from their poultry yard as they do from their fields, They seem to regard chickens as a matter of course, and you never see a farm without plenty of them. Yet, in all the thousands and tens of thousands, you will not see one which a city. chicken fancier would call fine. They are all dung-hill. They are hardy. The hens lay with charm ing regularity, and the flesh of these common fowls is as sweet as the costly meat of cochin or brahma. Almost any. day you will meet dozens of wagons going to Gainesville with their loads of chickens and eggs. The boundless supply comes not only from Hall, but from Rabun, Forsyth, and the other surrounding counties. There are myriads of chickens carried to Gainesville. No local statistician has kept an account of the tens of thous ands of chickens, and the myriads of eggs which are shipped every year from the Gainesville depot. This unfailing supply comes large ly from Hall, but, I am told, prin cipally from the mountains of ad joining counties, where the shang hai flourishes in prouder beauty and more imposing magnificence than on the farms around Gaines ville. A whole section pours its rich treasures into the lap of the little city, and from there part of the blessing is bestowed on as in Atlanta. Besides sending out this enor mous quantity the whole section almost lives on chickens. They a e on the table three times a day, and many a poor fellow pays his preacher mainly with hens. Mar ket -prices in Gainesville are al w ays low, but you can go a few miles into the country and buy at your own prices. Fifty cents will1 get a carpet-bag full of eggs, and for a dollar you can carry home; a load of chickens. The Methodist conference is going to take Gainesville in De cember, and then there will be the conflict of chickens and their most famous enemies on .as grand a scale as over happened before. I think the chickens will got the] best of it, and I look for a trium phant crow after three hundred well fed parsons shall hav.e gone away satisfied. I never enjoyed a night more than the one I spent on one of the biggest chicken farms in Forsyth County a few weeks ago. I rode out there to see an old- college friend, who is now teaching school in the neighborhood, and is its ac knowledged oracle. Once in a speech at a barbecue he flung in two or three reckless Latin sen tences and has been a hero ever] since. He boards with an old; couple w hose only child is a bloom-: ing miss of nineteen, whose cheeks would be worth a million to a city belle. About the old farm there] is that beautiful peace which al-1 ways speaks to me of life's seren est joys. The white fence which stands in front of the neat farm house and the long walks covered with white sand which lead to it, calm you when you first approach,i and when you stand on the steps and feel the warm clasp of the gray-haired old fellow, who would kill his last calf for you and the evening breeze is just strong enough to cool your brow and bring to you the burden of the fragrance which falls from the honeysuckle that hugs the corner of the porch, you feel that there is a joy that never comes on rock paved streets and is too subtle to 1 be held in the richest of all the palaces of granite and brick, and your happiness steadily grows un- 1 til a grinning negro, clad entirely in white, comes out with the an nouncement that supper is ready.. You go in and enjoy a glorious, country tea as you sit at the hon ored place around tne snow-white board. The sun is just setiing and his last long rays come, through the lattice and cut up the papered wall into squares of jet and gold. At either end of the table sit the old couple, a perfecti picture of contentment, goingi down life's evening with as sweet a peace as that which nestles about the dying day outside. Just oppo site you is their joy with her eyes carefully dodging yours and a dranfu timidity repressing the sweet voice into a whisper simply because you come from a city. The meal must be seen and eaten to be appreciated. No words are good enough for the fragrant cof fee whose fumes fill the room and waft your soul to elysian dreams. I despair of a tribute worthy the biscuit, whose fleecy, airy white ness is the result of an art un known to the most subtle metro politan cuisine; nor can I do jus tice to the butter moulded by fair fingers into shapes too pretty to cut, and standing a golden image of epicurean bliss; or the honey which has brought to the table the fragrance of the hive; or to the milk heavy with its -burden of cream. These and numerous other blessings glitter before your eyes and you feel that they are worth a hundred French suppers in a close room at midnight. Go, in imagination . through all that catalogue of happy circumstances, and you will have some idea of what I experienced. At nine o'clock, after a conver sation on neighborhood gossip and political news, the old Bible comes sown ; for midnight never falls upon that happy home until it has been sanctified by prayer. Some sweet old psalm is read with a low emphasis which tells how it is enjoyed, and then is offered a petition eloquent in its blunt sim plicity and embodying a special prayer for the stranger who kneels at the family altar. My friend I and I repaired to his room and were soon resting upon a bed which would have wooed the conscience stricken MacBeth to slumber. Everything was awake before the sun next morning, and as I rose in the sw.eet fresh air that ailed the room, I looked out upon the yard with its flocks of fowls, 3nd heard the sharp music which the milkmaid layed on the bottom >f her tin.pail as she plied the rich idders. I gazed across the soft ields which stretched to the dim listant mountains rising against the tinted dawn, and for the first time I fully appreciated Grey's est stanza with its matchless nelody 'The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow, twittering from its straw built shed. [he cock's shrill clarion, nor the echoing born, No more shall wake them from their lowly bed." I came away early next morning, Mt with regret. I longed to stay n that peaceful scene and rest. After a troubled, noisy existence in a rushing city, it is a holiday to the 30121 to be at such a place ; after he tossing of the waves and the aattle with the breakers, it is all oy to furl sails in such a harbor, mnd to moor in the quiet waters above which the skies stretch in the najesty of peace, and the very air breathes a blessed inspiration:~ Of ten have I gone back in fancy to hat night and morning. I shall never forget the old cou le, nor the blushing beauty they salled "Jess," nor their lively, quiet bome. For all these things, and he wonderful chickens of North sast Georgia, with their unnum bered armies and their millions of aggs, are fixed in my memory in the colors of a fadeless impression. F. H. R. Arrn BBmmrsr.-There is no period at which the feeling of leisure is a more delightful one than after breakfast on a summer mornmng in bhe country. It is a slavish and painful thing to know that instantly you rise from the breakfast table you must take to your work. In bhat state your mind will be fretting md worrying away all the time the iurried meal lasts. It is delightful bo breakfast leisurely ; then go out mnd saunter in the garden; walk own to the water and give the logs a swim; sketch out a kite to se completed in the evening; to stick up a new colored picture in ;he nursery, and to do this and nore with the sense that there is 1 neglect-that you can easily vertake your day's work-irving. "My hotel is perfectly safe," says t Richmond landlord. "Wires run ~rom every window-sill to the roof f the building opposite, and bal mcing-poles can be had upon ap lication at the office." Fluff has lost faith in blue glass, >ecause he says the Rusland had a argo of it on board and it was no reventive against stranding. "My dear," said a lady to her nsband, ;"what is cotton duck '?" 'Oh," said he, nonchalan tly, "a kind >f canvass back.' "The gods help those who help hemselves, but the Lord help those vho help themselves around here." Sign in a Philadelphia fruit store.) An exchange remarks: The wa er is just warm enough for little oys to drown in without danger of 3atching cold. "Come, get up ; you've been in bed long enough," as the gardener said when he was pulling up muadihes to carry to market. WANTED TO GET ON A J URY. A JURY AGREE. The Virginia City (Nev.) Chron icle has the following piece of pleasantry : Presently the stillness of the court room was interrupted by the entrance of a- man who came in with a shuffling, uneasy step, and with his hat in his hand. He halted and leaned against the rail ing. Nobody took the slightest notice of him, however. At last he took courage and spoke: "Is the judge in ?" The clerk immediately awoke his honor. "Well, what do you want ?" "I'm looking for a job, your honor. I've been looking for work over a month." "There's nothing for you here." "I thought ye occasionally gave jurymen a job. I don't read news papers any, and bein' a stranger in town, I haven't got any preju dices agin anybody. A pard of mine wrote down to me at Reno last week, and said that the jury business up here was brisk, an' it would pay to come up. As I'm a stranger to you and a little hard up, I'll start in and serve for a case or two for half price, till you kin see what I can do." What are your main qualifica tions ?" "My strong suit is makin' a jury agree. 1o juries ever get hung if I'm on 'em. I-just lay low till they take the first ballot, then jine the majority and argue the rest into it. I can discount any lawyer talking. I can show 'em up points they never tumbled to before. Sometimes I have to use force, but seldom. Once, down at Truckee, in a murder case, there were a couple of fellers standin' out agin hangin', and after arguing with 'em as smooth as gentlemanly as I could for over a quarter of an hour, I went for 'em with chairs, and by the time I'd busted half a dozen pieces of furniture over 'em, they was glad to come in with a verdict of 'Murder in the first de gree,' and the -feller was hung not long afterward. In these justice courts I can get on the jury, and if you'll just give me the wink as to how you want the case to go, I'll guarantee to fetch in the ver dict you want, or not take a cent." The man was told to drop round again in a day or so, and they would try and make a vacancy for him. in order to do it, however, some regular juryman will proba bly have to be discharged. Three hundred years ago forks were unknown in England, and a man could scoop up all the green peas he could carry on the flat of his knife and shovel them into, his mouth without having his wife stamp on his corns, or nudge his elbow and spill the peas all over where his napkin ought to be and never is, and say in a hoarse, re proachful whisper, "Why, Bar tholomew 1" [Burlington Hawk-Eyle. An excellent old deacon, who, having won a fine turkey at a charity raffle, and didn't like to tell his severe orthodox wife how he came by it, quietly remarked, as he handed her the turkey, that the "Shakers gave it to him." Industry is the gilt of tongues, and makes a man understood and valued in all countries and by all nations. .When charity walks into the lowest places of want, we see the beautiful purity of her robes most distinctly. So long as the mud remains a foot deep in Roumania, there's no danger of any Cossacks biting the dust. Between Kherson and Sch werin, there's a vast amount of profanity going on all over Europe just at present. Three hundred and ninety-five American locomotives, represent ing $5,490,640, have been exported in seven years. What kind of robbery is not dangerous ? A safe robbery, of course. A cross dog will make the top of a hemlock board fence feel soft as downy pillows are. The printing of one and two dollar notes by the United States government has ceased. Thbe English Quakers have be come reduced to about 17,000 per sons, from 60,000 a century ago. The days on top of Mount Wash ington are about forty minutes longer than on the sea level. A California boy, fed exclusive ly upon grapes, gained forty-three pounds in twenty-seven days. All philosophy lies in t wo words, 'sustain' and 'abstain.' ADVERTISING RATES. Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1.00 per square (one inch) for first Insertion, and 75 cents for each subsequent insertion. Donle column advertisements ten per cent. on above. Notices of meetings, obituaries atd tribut' s of respect, same rates per square as ordinary advertisements. Special Notices in Local column 15 cents per line. Advertisements not marked with the num ber of insertions will he kept in till forbid, and charged accordingly. Special contracts n:de with large adver tisers, with liberal deductions on above rates. -:o: JOB PRIA7TIW DONE WITH NEATNESS AND DISPATCH. TERMS CASH. SOMETHING ABOUT IN SECTS. An old friend of mine, an enthu siastic philo-apiarian, told me that being at a friend's house one dry summer, when all the field flowers were nearly scorched up, he saw thousands of bees busy in a field of clover then in bloom. "I wish my bees were here," said my friend. "Probably they are," replied the gentleman. "What, at forty miles, distance?" "Yes,' said his friend. "On your return home dredge the backs of your bees with flour as they issue from the hives in the morning, and we shall see." This was done, and his friend wrote to him directly: "There are plenty of your white jacket bees here in the clover." But whatever is the fact with bees, ants follow their noses much more than their eyes. In my gar den I saw a train of ants ascending an apple tree; go up by one track, and descend by another. As in as cending they passed between two small shoots that sprung from the bole; I stopped their passage with a piece of bark. The ants did not see this obstruction with their eyes, but ran bump against it, and stood still, astonished. Soon a crowd of them had thus been suddenly stop ped, and were anxiously searching about for a passage. By various successive starts forward, they eventually got around the obstruc tion and reached the track on the other side. The line of scent was renewed, and thenceforward, on ar riving at the barricade, they went, without a moment's hesitation, by the circular track. I then took my penknife.and pared away a piece of the outer bark on the open bole where the ants were descending. The effect was the same. The scent being taken away, the ants came to a dead stand, and there was the same confounded crowd, and the same spasmodic attempts to regain the road, which being effected in the same way, the scent was carried over the shaven part of the .bark, and the train ran on as freely as before.-St. Nicholas. HE WAN~TED PIE.-A great big burly fellow, who from all outward appearances was certainly able to work, rang the bell of a residence of East Baltimore the other day, and demanded of the lady who came to the door, something to eat. He was furnished some bread and butter, a piece of meat and cheese, and a pickle, nicely wrapped in a piece of paper. He wanted to know if they had any pie in the house, and was told in return that there was certainly none for him if there was any, whereupon this beggar threw the luncheon in the street, and in language, more forcible and coarse than gentle ears should lis ten to, turned away. He rang the bell at the next door, but a lady had overheard him at her neighbor's house, and looking out the window bade him be gone. Then the tramp took up one end of a string of abuse and in the vilest language spoke his feelings. A courageous little boy overheard him, and said he would call the police. Then the tramp ran away. FanIrs&n PRovERBs-HANs KEouT mN's YERsIoN.-Yon stich quick al ready by der glock vill make dat you don't shall more os nine all der dime sew. Id makes noding already ov you schiefel aboud dot yen der milk bail ish oud shpilled. It ish a sdreet dot ish pooty long yen he dond vill hay by some dimes dose gorners grooked mit himself. Dot ish a sick vind ov id don'd by some oder vellars dings blow pooty good. Ov a mons viil took gare of dem gopper nickles he vill mek dot tern doo dollar pills not vill gone avay by dot same. Yen der old cat is gone ouitsides mit herself von der house, dem leedle rats vii all along mit demselfs play yast de same like dot. Ov a vellar ish got a bird mit his handt already, he don'd vos schmardt ov he let em got away mit der same price os two of dem birds by a grape-vine dree. In a late style of marriage an nouncement only the names of the bride and clergyman appear. As civilization advances, the groom be comes of less and less importance on such nocains.