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An Independent Family Journal?Devoted to Politics, Literature and General Intelligence HOTT & CO., Proprietors. ANDERSON. S. 0. THURSDAY, MAY 13, 1869. VOLUME 4.-NO. 46. ?tlttt? $t?r|. POTSY BLUE. (concluded.) All efforts to find Potsy proved fruitless. No vessel by the name of Columbus had been to Rich? mond?at least, not in the last six months. The advertisements which Mr. Wall put in the papers remained unanswered. He went to see Mike Mur dy, an honest old Irishman; but very poor. He appointed Mike chief porter at his warehouse, and also gare him possession of a little cottage, rent free, and Old Mick, his horse, had a good resting. fepelL Mr. Wail did a great deal for old Mike, and if asked why he did so, would have been at a loss for an answer. Matters and things continued du? ring the summer about as usual, save Mr. Wall was a little more abusive of the preachers. Turk recovered his health, but was not the same dog as before. He did not show as much affection for those around hin: as he formerly did and would not remain in any place save on the front steps. There he would lie, day and night, with his head in a particular direction, and though lying so still, he appeared ASreep, yet he vras not. He was watohing, Watching?his eye never winking, but watching with ? slctylees vigil. Never did watch? er wait more patiently. Turk no longer brought the paper to his master, no longer followed any one, and ate but Hole. He never gave any evidence that he was suffering? was always kind, gentle, and obedient. It was his eye that spoke. He would look into his master's face, and though lie ottered neither whine nor moan, yet his eyes Would plead, and a tear would seem to linger in Iheir depths, and Mr. Wall would turn away, feel? ing a sympathetic tear coming into his own eyes. Thus poor Turk watched and waited, but the ob? ject of all this anxiety came not. Another often gazed in the same direction, but lie. too. waited in min. Autumn passed, and the earth had recalled the leaves to shelter her bosom. Winter, with his piercing breath and white robes, tame blustering along, biting and snapping at all whom he met?making poor, homeless wretches, who live any and everywhere, shiver and shake. Winter comes clothed in white, the emblem of in? nocence; and yet rich and poor dread his coming, and shrink from his touch. Turk still kept his post on the front steps. With his thick, warm coat, he had no fear of win? ter, and cared not how much the wind blew, nor how thick and fast the snow fell. H<? was watching and wailing. Christmas times wert; drawing near, and people were preparing for the L.?days. M'r. Wall sighed when he remembered Christmas when he had a family around him to enjoy its pleasures. Then, It is children were happy, and spent their holidays joyfully ; now. the little snow? bird Would sing his song as he sat over their graves, and this was their Christmas. He gave money to all the beggars that called on him ; Mike's children came in for their share of presents, and many hearts asked God to bless good Mr. Wall, though he never asked that blessing himself. He lived iu a world to himself. He never smiled, though he was a kind man. He didn't want people to think that he was kind. He failed in this, because he was charitable, and anything else can be hidden hut charity. If he had been a church-member, he would have been that member (of which every church has one) who holds up the church, Sustains i , pays all its bills, and is properly called "kapil? l?r." Once Christmas was a great :ime in Old Virginia. It lasted from the 25th of December to the 1st of January. During this week all hiring of servants *rar attended to. The slaves were perfcctlj free t? go where they pleased and do as they pleased. The master claimed no authority over his slave-, and if the latter did any work during the week, he was paid for so doing. During the week blacks and whites gave themselves entirely to pleasure. Children now keep up Christmas, but it is not the Christmas of other days. Blr. Wall thought, cf little Potsy, but had given up all idea of finding him. He regretted that he had not done something for him before going to New York ; yet he could not blame himself, for he could not control events. If he had given up the idea of finding Potny it is not likely that he would forget him. in the morning, when he looked out of the window, Turk, the silent monitor) Would meet his gaie, Still watching in the direction where he bad first Been the boy. There in something beautiful and touching in t'n? love of a dog. It is not lire that of any other animal. It is more abiding, like that of the mother Or fond wife. We may become poor and destitute ; friends may desert us ; even our brothers and sisters turn their hacks upon u*, and yet the p'J'Jr dog will cling to US and follow us, eteh though Wc kick iind cuff him every hour of the day. He will not be driven from us, and is the only earthly friend who gives evi? dence of love through evil as well as gf-od report. Hie is always grateful, and will live on a dry crumb and a kind rord. Abuse him eleven hours and speak but one kind word iu the twelfth, and be forgives all; his heart is full of love for ur. %lt. Wall oftcned wondered, while watching ?Turk., U lie could be thinking of Totsy. Why should t^Hs-?&g, which had been raised so careful? ly and tenderly?even more so than inout of chil? dren?evince so much affection for the little paper carrier ? In the early part of December Mr. Wall was galled away from Richmond on business?this time (o Baltimore. The second day after his arrival in that city he vras riding up Raltimore street in an omnibus. Ilia piir.d was occupied with his business, but this did pot prevent him from observing I he various pic? tures which adorned the irmiclc of the ooaoh. Upon entering an omnibus or our the first thing We do, after seouring a seat, is to look around at our fellow-passengers. We theo turn our attention to the various pictures which are intended for orna pients, and, for convenience sake, are over or be? tween the windows. We see Induns rery differ i nt from the real animal; horses in positions which i hor?p? never took since they were made ; and ships I j with sails larger than an old-fashioned East India man ever carried. These curious monuments of artistic skill arc stuck around so that they face us all the time, no difference which way we look. Mr. Wall, as he looked, became interested In one of these pictures which faced him. It represented a rabbit, two dogs, and a man with a gun. The rabbit was on the left, the man on the right, and the dogs in the center. Mr. Wall didn't know that the picture was intended to represent a man with two bounds chasing a rabbit. The artift had failed to give this important piece of information. After looking at it for some time, he became satisfied that the rabbit was a great coward, for it was at least three times as largo as both dogs together and the man thrown in. He concluded that if he were the rabbit he would have turned and devoured both man and dogs. He looked at this picture for sometime, and then turned his attention to the people passing along the sidewalk. The first person he saw was little Potsy. It took him but a moment to seize the strap which is fastened to the door and runs along the roof of the coach, and is held by the driver's foot. This strap is intended for the passengers to pull when they Want the omnibus to stop. It is sup. posed by some that the driver will stop quickly when the.strap is pulled hard. Mr. Wall probably thought so, for he almost dis? located the driver's leg, and came near upsetting that dignified individual. He jumped out of the omni bus, but didn't wait to hear the broadsides of oaths which followed, nor did he notice (hat the driver took his vengeance on the poor old horses that pulled the omnibus. He had no time to notice these things?lie was de? termined that Potsy shouldn't escape this time. As he rushed across the strict, his eye intently fixed on Potsy, he had the misfortune to run against a man crossing from the opposite direction. This unfortunate individual proved to bean Italian toy-dealer. He hod a large tvaiter on his heal, filled with toys made of plastcr-of-pnris. The shock of the two men meeting was severe. The Italian and bis toys went ia one direction and Mr. Wall in another. ? Mr. Wall jumped to his feel, still intent upon securing Potsy. He reached the spot where he last saw him, but the boy wat nowhere in sight. He was astounded. He inquired of people if they had seen the boy. The people thought they had soon several boys which auswered the very de description. One told him that Potsy went up the street; another said he went down the street ; whilst another was sure that he saw the same boy go across the street. An old sailor swore by his hopes of plenty of grog and tobacco (hat he saw the boy tucking in that latitude, and he must have dropped anchor near by, for he gave signs of taking in sail and going into port. A crowd of people gathered around, and each one had sometlrng to say. The toy-vender joined (he crowd, in company with a policeman. Mr. Wall did not regard the crowd, neither did he observe the policeman. He only knew that he had seen Potsy?and lost him ! His desire lo see the boy?to have him?to tnke him to his heart?relumed '*ith tenfold power. He looked around upon (hose who stood near, as much as to say, "Where is the boy ?" All his hopes had revived at the sight of Totsy. His imagination, that quick architect, had pictured a new face in his silent house at home. He heard laughing and singing, and saw Turk bounding about and barking as of old. He even looked into the future, nnd saw himself a weak old man, and felt himself supported byasirong, vigorous youth? ful arm. All these things flashed through his mind in a moment, and a smile, like tlie brilliant rays of (he sun breaking through dark clcuds, lingered ou his face, and be appeared beautiful. Often the poor orphan girl, in her dark garret, dreams of nonce happy hom??a loved mother, and loving sisters and brothers. While thus dreaming, she is no longer the poor ragged orphan, sleeping on the hard floor in a garret, but a bright, happy being. This dream is cruelly broken by a kick and the harsh voice of a heartless mistress ordering her to go down and make the fire. As she throws on the rags, which don't hide her shiv? ering flesh, she thinks of her present condition compared with her dream-life ; her henrt sinks within her, and she prays God to end her miser able existence?that she may go to the grave, the only resting place for the poor and weary. The reaction in Mr. Wall's feelings was some? what of this character. He painted a picture, and the object which gave it light anu beauty had sud? denly vanished. He was powerless, paralyzed?art object of pity. The people around looked on, but didn't know what had caused them to collect. There was some? thing, however, in the appearance of Mr. Wall which excited their better feel.ngs. That the anguish of this strong, dignified man should create some feeling of sympathy is not strange; but that it should touch the hearts of a promiscuous crowd in a city is a matter of wonder. A mob, however, is never half way in scything; right or wrong, it will go to extremes. The policeman called Mr. Wall's attention to the damage done (ho Italian toy-seller, lie immedi? ately gave him three times the value of the toys. Affliction makes us sympathetic; happiness cre? ates selfishness. Mr. Wall went to his hotel, but had no uppetile for dinner. The next morning an advertisement appeared in each paper, offering a reward for the boy, or for information which would lead to his discovery. After concluding his business, he remained sever? al days, hoping to hear of the boy. At last he re? luctantly started from the place whoro he had lam seen Potsy, lo go to his home, which would now seem more desolat? than ever. How could lie tell Turk that he had seen Polsy and lost him? "Ah," thought he, "if I had only taken Turk with me he would have found the boy." He well remembered the last time he was away from home, and how anxious he was to get hack, for Potsy was then in Richmond. Now he was leaving him behind! How could he look Turk in the face! Would not those sleepless eyes which had been watching and waiting so long, minding neither heat nor cold? always watching?would not those eyes burn him i to the heart, and there find the secret that he had ' seen Potsy And lost him? And would not thai gen? tle, loving dog become an enraged demon and avenge the lost boy ? He thus thought as he ncared home, and almost feared to approach his house. He found Turk still watching, not with a faint heart, but with faith like that of a dying Christian even to the conquering of death 1 Christmas Eve had at last come, though It did seem long to the children and servants. The streets of Richmond were filled with men, women, and children. Faces were bright and hap? py. Lights flashed in the shop-windows and pri? vate dwellings, and the city seemed to be illumi? nated. One house on Franklin street gave little evidence that it wns occupied. Lights could be seen dimly through (he closed blinds of one room?Mr. Wall's office or sitting-room. A closer inspection would have revealed this gentleman taking his case in a large chair before the fire. A cigar was in his mouth, but he was not smoking. He was looking away back to the long ago. The return of the season recalled to his mind the hap? piness it gave him to contribute to his own chil? dren's pleasure. He thought of his now lonely condition?his want of something to love. "Poor Turk," he thought, "is lonely too !" He sat awhile, listening to the passing foostcps, and then went to the door and looked out. Turk was still in his place on the steps. "Poor old dog." said his master, "are you going to be there all your life ?" Turk wagged his tail, as much as to say, "I am not tired?I can wait a little longer." Mr. Wall returned to his seal before the fire, and leaning back, was soon dozing. He did not know how long he had been glccp ing, but he opened his eyes, conscious that some strange voices had awoke him. He was awake, a.id yet entirely lost as to his whereabouts. lie heard strange sounds, which appeared to be the barking of a dog. ihc laughing of a boy, and the scolding of a negro; and these sounds were so mixed up that he was at a loss lo tell what it meant, lie closed hi: eyes and tried to collect his thoughts. "Turk," said a familiar voice, "do you know (hat I love you just as much as ever? Yes I do, old feller. You are about the only person 1 know what cares two cents for me, and I jest come back to Richmond to sec you!" Mr. Wall knew that voice?sprang to his fed, rushed out of the door, and on the steps, by the light of the street-lamp, ho saw little Potsy and Turk. The boy had his arms around the dog's neck. Turk twisted aud turned, whined and barked, using all dog ways of showing his joy. A man was standing near ihe steps, and seemed very much interested in the boy and dog. He, however, kept a respectful distance between him? self and the other parties, because every time he approached Turk would show his teeth and growl, as much us to say, "Keep away, Totsy is mine." The man was uoue other than Ruck While. "See yah, Potsy," said Ruck, "is ye gwine to fool wid dm dog all night ? Dal boy don't h :ah me no mo'n a htm'pose ! Potsy, gub yo' two dollis ef \V come yah an' let me tote yo' to Moss'r John Wall. I see dat dog's gwinu to make me lose twenty dollis. Nein mill', yo' black raskil?Po'Turk, want beefsteak? Potsy, 1 gub yo' free dollis an'nine pun -. Well, dat boy ain't got no sense, nohow. Rress de Lord! ef dar ain't Moss'r John himself, an' dal boy won't come ! Moss'r John, dat's Potsy on d'? steps ; is yo' yo' gwine to gib me twenty dol? lis for fiu'n 'im ? Dat boy don't sec nufhn ccptin* dat 'fernal black dog?bin talkin' at 'im dis yah half-hour; neber did see sich a boy!" Mr. Wall didn't wait to hear any more, but pick? ed Potsy up and carried him into the sitting-room. Turk kept near him. Buck followed, for he had an idea thai some money was due him, even if he didn't "tote" the boy lo "Mos-'r John." Potsy was at first frightened ; but Turk was wilh him, and he knew that his friend had protected him before. Mr. Wall knew how to put him at his ease. "Potsy," he said, "do you love Turk as much as ever ?'' " Deed, 1 do sir," the liltlc fellow replied, think? ing unly of the dog, and torgcliing that he was in a strange house. "He used lo help me to carry papers, and I love him beiter'n I do anybody in the world." Turk whined and wagged his tail. "Where is your father, Potsy ?" asked Mr. Wall. "I ain't got any father or mother." Mr. Wall almost fell happy. "Have you any brothers or sisters?" "Noi ?ir; I never had none that 1 know of. Mrs. Dilic took care of me until she died. Bui she nev? er told me who my mother was. People always called me Potsy blue, bui that ain't my name." "How do you knott ? ' "'Cause Mrs. Blue told nie SO." The information increased Mr. Wall's satisfac? tion ; because he felt that he had as much right lo this nameless boy as anybody else could show. ".?Well, Potsy, how did you come to live with Mrs. Blue ?" "She told me, one day, that my mother starved to death, and she took me to keep me from slarv i"g." Mr. Wall sal awhile without speaking. "Potsy," he said, "how would yoil like to own Turk?" Tliclitile fellow looked up into Mr. Wall's face. He looked bright and happy tor a moment, and then a shade of sadness swept over his countenance, and his eyes filled wilh tears. "Me own Turk ?" "Yes." ??If I had'im I wouldn't want anything else. Turk knows mo. I loved him so much I waagoin1 I to steal him : but I knew you wanted him as much as I did, and if he was mine, and anybody stole him, I'd try lo kill 'em. I know you won't give him to me for notliin', and I can't pay for him." Potsy spoke with a tinge of sadness in his voice. "What would you be willing lo do if I gave you Turk ?" ??I'd work for you all my life," said the boy, manfully. "Where have you been for a long time, Potsy ?" "1 went lo Baltimore, sir | but 1 wanted to see Turk so bad, 1 come buck. I didn't mean to steal him?only wanted to see hiai." J Turk laid his big head up against the boy. and looked lovingly up into his face. "Potsy," said Mr. Wall, "would you like to live with me, ami have Turk all the time?" "Yes, sir ; I'd like to live anywhere with Turk." This was sufficient for Mr. Wall; the boy was willing to live with him. He turned to ring the bell fur his servant, and saw Buck. "Why, Buck White, you black rascal, what are you doing here? Ring that belt. I expect you arc waiting for your twenty dollars. Ah, you thief, I will give you twice twenty! Do you know this boy is worth a thousand dollars? Yes, sir: I wouldn't take ten thousand for him!" Buck's jaw dropped, and his eyes made another attempt to open wider than his mouth. "Gosh a'mighty!" he exclaimed, when he got his mouth into a speaking condition and position. "Well, I swar! whocber link dal t oy wuff so much money! an' I's hired 'im 'fore now to work for me at nine puns a day! Yes, an' dat dog done made me loose dat money. Ncra mine', cuss yo' woolly hide?I make dat money outcn yo' somehow yet.' Buck shook his fist at the dog; and al the mo? ment he remembered the bell, seized the cord, and pulled as if taking his vengeance in that way. A sprightly servant answered the bell. "William," said Mr. Wall, "tell Miss Helen I would like to sec her if she is not engaged; then go and have the carriage sent lo tlie door as quick? ly as possible. Now, don't be all night." Miss Helen soon made her appearance, and Mr. Wali told her all about Potsy, and what he in? tended doing. He also asked her to take the car? riage, as soon as it came around to the door, and go out nnd make the necessary purchases and ar? rangements for a parly on the following night. As stores always keep open late on Chritmas eve, Miss Helen had no difficulty in getting every? thing she needed. Mr. Wall look Potsy to a barber's and had his hair trimmed, and then to a clothing store, where he was soon supplied with nice now clothing. The servants were not idle; by midnight the house ap? peared like a different place. Mr. Wall had a bed fixed in his own room for Potsy, anil before lie rciired saw (lie boy swectlv sleeping, nnd Turk, the now happy dog. lying be? side him. Turk didn't sleep?lie was loo happy; and beside, he was watching over his little friend. He wouldn't huvc lo wait any longer?Potsy was now at home. Christmas morning was ushered in by the ring? ing of bells, firing of guns, pislols, and fire? crackers. It was a bright, beautiful day; just such a day in winter as makes the heart light and happy. Every member of Mr. Wall's household was up early, and Potsy, dressed up in his hew clothes, was down on the floor in the large parlor, playing with Turk. Mr. Wall sat by the window, pre? tending to read, but he was really watching the hoy nnd dog. He felt very happy, because he thought himself no longer alon<! in the world. He believed this little fellow Would lie all he wanted. Potsy appeared pcrlectly at home in this ele? gant mansion, which seemed strange. But there are some children who appear at home anywhere. Potsy was evidently one of this number. Invitations were sent lo all of Mr. Wall's friends lo come to his house on Christmas night and bring their children with them. "For," as he said to Miss Helen, "I will make the old house ring to? night." Great curiosity was excited, of course; and ail who were invited came promptly with their little folks. The large parlors were brilliantly lighted, and the guests appeared delighted with the idea that the rich widower had "come out," as they termed it. It was an elegant company, even for Rich? mond, noted for its beautiful ladies and gallant gentlemen. The children were at first timid, nnd kept beside their mothers or friends. Potsy, thanks to his street education, felt none of this childish bashfulness. and, when told by Mr. Wall, wem into the adjoining room, where he and Turk soon started the little ones; and such fun, creams of laughter, and romping, had never before been heard in tnnt house. While the children were enjoying themselves in one room, Mr. Wall entertained his guests in an? other by giving an account of his first acquaint? ance with Potsy, and the strange fancy he had for him. "And, lricnds," he said, "you may think it strarige that I have taken such a fancy to this boy; but the first words I ever heard him utter seemed an echo to nly own feelings. 'Yes, old fellow,' Potsy said to Turk, 'you arc the only person 1 know that rares two cents for me.' When I heard the little fellow say this, it appeared to me that I was speaking myse f; for I have had the same thought a thousand times. From tlint moment I got into the habit of thinking about him, and gel? ling up in the morning to watch for him. I really learned to love the boy before I had ever spoken lo him or knew his name. I intend to adopt him, and trust he wiU be a comfort, to me in my old age. I hope I have not wearied you with this lit? tle episode in my life. 1 wish you all a happy Christmas?even as happy as this is to me." An Act to Prevent arid Punish Duelling. SaCTION 1. Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the State of South Carolina, now met und sittin-/ in General Assembly; and by the au? thority of the same. That every person who shall challenge another to fight at ?Word, pistol, rapier, or any other dangerous weapon, or who shall ac? cept any such challenge, .?hall, for every such of? fence, on conviction thereof, be deprived of the righ* of suffrage, and be disabled forever from holding any office of prof.t or honor under this Stale, and shall tie imprisoned in the Penitentiary for a term not exceeding two years, al the discre? tion of the Court. Sec. 2. That every pernon who shall willingly or knowingly carry or deliver any such challenge, in writing, or verbally deliver any message in? tended as, or purporting lo be, such challenge, or who shall be present at tha fighting of any duel as a second or aid, or give countenance therein, shall, for every such offence, on conviction thereof, be forever disabled from holding any office of profit or honor under this Slate, anil shall be imprisoned in the Penitentiary for a term not exceeding two years, at the discretion of the Court. Approved March 26, 18t50. For the Ander ton Intelligencer. A TRIP TO THE SOUTH. Mb. Editor : While lingering around Riply I will mention one net of cruelty of Federal sol? diers. Rev. Mr. Miller, a Pres. minister from Pon totoc, (and grandson of Gen. Andrew PickeHs; of Revolutionary memory,) was met or overiaken near Riply on Sabbath morning, going to fulfill an appointment at that place. He was brutally mur? dered in the road, rifled of a fine gold watch, and of a neat set of artificial teeth, for the gold I sup? pose. It will not probably be known till the judg? ment day, the extent of the depredations upon life and properly around this place, as most of the efficient men were from home, and Corinth their head quarters were not far distant from that place. There is more cheerfulness, resolution arid deter? mination, in and nround Riply, than might be supposed, after passing through such a fiery or? deal for so long a lime. The Southern people are hard (o give up under adversity and hardships. If they view their trials and sufferings as coming from the hand of a Father, arid humble themselves, and turn from their idols and submit themselves to God as their rightful ruler, they may yet have a bright future. Our time was up, but wailed for the rain to cease until after 12 o'clock, but no abatement ; wind and rain increased, but we had to face the storm ; and to make matters worse we missed (he directions and look a wrong road, or no road; it was the "beat all" up hill and down dale, rain, mud and mire. Arrived at Col. Joel II. Berry's before night, and met with such a warm reception that we soon forgot the rain, wind, mud and hills. He owns a large body of good land, and had an overflowing abundance ; but during the war the Federal army passed and repassed him, plunder? ing provisions of every kind, horses, and whatever could be removed, till he had but little left. He appears now again in the midst of plenty, in good spirits, and planning how to manage best for the future. He is thinking of going into the grape culture on a large seile, thinking it will take less manu:'l labor, yield 11 much larger profit, and in this way render himself more useful than by farm? ing iu the usual way. Experiments have been made, and the vine comes into full bearing in a short time, and will pay a handsome profit fit the labor expended. The rich hill sides around him will be well adapted to the cultivation of the vine. We spent a very pleasant night and left early next morning. The road passes through a rough coun? try?more hills than I saw in any part of Missis? sippi. Before reaching the battle-field near Dr. Agnew's, the country become more level. On Tishcmiugo Creek, and in that quarter, is a fine farming country. On Monday evening my fur lough had expired, at least for that community, where time had passed swiftly but pleasantly away. Wishing to reach Baldwyn, where the train left at two o'clock at night for Corinth I pulled up stakes and started, accompanied by a brother and several others as far as Mr. Cownn's, where I had partaken pretty freely of a good din? ner some time before. Here we found the table ladened with great abundance, and the quality equal to the quantity. And here, Mr. Editor, was brought out a watermelon I think would have made your mouth water to look at, but certainly to partake of it. It was such a monster in size I was tempted to measure it, and found it nearly two and a half feet long and well proportioned. It afforded enough for the company, and was a* delicious as it was Ir.rge. My brother and Dr. Smith accompanied me to the depot at Balden, and turned mc over to Col. Kennedy for the night . He and his good lady were friends cf an early day iu Carolina, and lie had previously invited me to spend the night with them. Here I met Mrs. Prince, on her way to Carolina to visit friehds. As I had some lime before night, I strolled about to see the place, and met with Mr. Andrew Daily, well remembered by many in Carolina, who has been in business at this place. He was invited to supper at the Colonel's, and we spent (he time in talking over things thnl had almost faded from the mind. He is but little changed, rather more j fleshy, enjoying good health, and laughed nhout ! marrying as if in good earnest. Here I met with other acquaintances, but the time grew shorter and still shorter. Now, as I am about to take leave of Mississippi, it may not be amiss to imitate your example, Mr. Editor. When you receive a fine potind-cake from some blushing bride for making knowu to the world her derJatture from single blessedness, or some large cabbage heed, or other good things, you acknowledge them with thanks for their kind remembrance. Now let me say to you I was not neglected in that way. I received a considerable sum of money lo defray my traveling expenses, through the hands of one person, and I can ouly say to one and all that I gratefully acknowledge this kind act, and thank all who participated in it. In Pcplar Creek I received presents lrom Mrs. Raskin and Mrs. Humphreys. In Carroll, from Mrs. Haslet two, one of which I must mention?a pair cf socks she knit on a knitting machine, as a specimen of the work performed on it, and anoth? er present of her work of a different kind. A present from J. T. Humphreys; and one from his good lady, and before wo separated at the depot. Dr. Smith asked me to walk into a store with him, and there made me a handsome present, the last I received in Mississippi. The fact is, my trunk and valise was so filled with mellow Mississippi npples, pound cake, &c.| there was not much room for more prccerttsi Every where I found house room, table-room and hear!-room. We were aroused a little after one o'clock. Mrs. Kennedy had breakfast set and we eat, and was ready at two o'clock anil left for Corinth, mid reached (here a little after daylight. Here I ob? tained a through licket to Columbia, S. C, to save Mrs. Prince the trouble or getting one at different points. Now farewell to Mississippi. D. H. -4P?-? ? Putnam, Ohio, has a "champion accidental ist" in a man who has broken both collar bones, his jatr bone, both arms, four ribs on one side and two on th". other, one leg, has had both his ankles dislocated, and is blind?all being caused by acci- j dent:)-. -4, ? It takes fifty-seven paymasters, from hrlga dicr-gencral down, to do nothing in the world but pay off the present standing army of the United States. ? For the Anderson Intelligencer. To Young Farmers* I propose, at present, to notice the second in? ference, viz: That education is thought by some not to be essential to a farmer. There j? no one who will reflect for one moment but who will conclude that education is just as esj sential to the farmer as to the lawyer, the physi? cian, or a man of any other profession. Anciently, agriculture was in a low state. We all agree that the cause was that, at that time, liiere was very little knowledge of that occupa? tion. It is true it was the chief occupation, but it was engaged in principally from necessity, and therefore those who engaged in it did hot study to make their lands more productive. At present, the knowledge of agriculture is much greater: and lands produce far more than they did ancienily. Even ten years ago a knowl? edge of agriculture was not as great as it is now. Especially do we see a gredt difference at the South in the system of farming at that time and now. Our farmers till much less now than they did then, and prepare it belter. A great many have found the folly Of tilling old land without enriching it. Farming is becoming a science. Formerly it was not, but we are glad to gee that it is becoming so. He who has the best knowledge of agricul? ture almost invariably makes more off of his lands. An excellent farmer is becoming as worthy of note, and acquires as great a fome as a dia'tin g?ishcd lawyer, and far greater than a wealthy merchant. A farmer should be well acquainted with chem? istry?should know how to analyze his lands, and what lands are beat adapted to the seeds he wish? es to plant. He also should know what kind of manure his lands require. A knowledge of chem? istry is just as essential to the farmer as to the physician or the druggist. A farmer is not always compelled to engage in agricult ure alone. Often he is called to discharge the duty of some civil officer. He should, there? fore, be well acquainted with the English lan? guage, and his mind should be tra iled by the study of mathematics and the classics: There is a great benefit in having the mind trained?more tbao many Would think. Young farmers, 1 would not desire you lobe negligent about attaiuing an education. I highly recommend it. I very much approve the plan of having agricultural schools in our Stale; hope we may be so fortunate as to get them in our midst. Our young men should be taught how to farm more successfully. If a love of agriculture can only be instilled into them, in a few years we will see our old fields producing good crops, nnd our ??Old country," as many call it, will begin to wear quite a different aspect. But to those who are now engaged in agricul? ture, and who desire to obtain a beller knowledge of it, I womd say?you have the means. Study chemistry?read agricultural works, and take some agricultural journal, and read the experi? ence of our best farmers. By so doing you will acquire a knowledge of agriculture (hat will dou? bly pay you for the time devoted to its acquisition and the money expended. AGRICOL?: --?? Tub First Brigade of Recclarr.?This brig? ade was composed of the best fighting material in the Confederate army. It served gallantly in the siege of Charleston, enduring all the hardships of Sumter nnd Wagner, and won new laurels at Bcn tonville and Averysboro, N. C, where both regi? ments were decimated. Siuce (he war, the com? mand has been scattered over Dixie, and if the long-roll Were now sounded, responses could,be heard from the Potomac lo the Bio Grande. The absent officers and triert will be pleased to learn of the effort being made to erect a monument over their honored dead, and will gladly assist their comrades in this good cause. A meeting was held in Charleston, on Thursday last, of the surviving officers, al which it was decided i hat a full mee? ting of the officers of the brigade be called for Thursday, the 1st of June next, at 8 o'clock, P. M., at No. 21 Broad street, and that the Secretary give notice through the papers of said meeting, and that the Chair appoint a Committee of Three to draw up resolutions attd prepare business for the meeting in June. Lieut. John C. Minott, Cap? tain C. Inglcsby and Lieut. W. G. Ogier were ap? pointed as that committee. The Soctherx R.ui.no.\n.?The New York Tri* Imne says: "The chronic complaint of the City of Cincinnati has been ilint it had no close connec? tion with the Southern system of Railroads. Until lately, full one-half its trade was with the South, yet i' was dependent for communication solely upon the river, and upon one or two imperfect Railroad routes which led through its rival, Louis? ville. Scores of efforts have been made to raise money for building a direct road from Cincinnati to Knoxville, but they have always fallen through' At last the Ohio Legislature has come to the res? cue, and granted Cincinnati authority to raise, by loan or otherwise, ten millions of dollars for this purpose. This is equivalent to securing the con? struction of the road. It will open some of the most desirable and some of the most remote parts of Kentucky and East Tennessee: will connect the whole Southern system of Railroads with the Wes? tern, and will prove one of the most important of recent Railroad enterprises." - ? The Washington Chronicle says: "Governor R. K. Scott, of South Carolina, has arrived in this city, and is stopping at Willard*s. He is en route for Cincinnati and Louisville, Where he will meet ether gentlemen of South Carolina, who visit those cities in the interest of the Blue Ridge Rail* road, which is a short link of road through tho Blue Ridge Mountains, conneciing Anderson, South Carolina, with Knoxville, Tonnwsce. When completed this road will give the shortest rout? from the great West to the South Atlantic scacoast, and Will do much to dcvelopclhe commercial and agricultural resouroes of both South Carolina and sections of oilier adjacent Stales. This will bo the nearest and host routes to the seaboard for a very large seotion of the Western country, for the produce ot whioh it opens an outline never ob? structed by ice, whence there is direct and short communication with one of the most important of our foreign markets, either lo b ty or sell in, lliQ West Indies,"