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HOTT & CO., Proprietors. ANDERSON, S. 0. THURSDAY, SEPETMBER 30, 1869. VOLUME 5.-NO. 14. DEUTING WITH THE TIDE. BY EDITH LEE. The 'river flowed smoothly and peace? fully, along. Over mountain, hill-side and tree, "the straggling rays of a Summer sunset poured their last tints, and cheered into song the woodland warblers flitting from bough to bough. Here, Nature was rugged, but grand. The mountains wore lofty and majestic, and raising their "broad fronts on either side, cradled the flowing river, and hushed it into noise _ less slumber. The sun-beams wen^ slan? ting down the hill sides, imparting their bright-colored, tints to the. clinging moss, and glancing in and out the gay fbilago; then tailing upon the river, made long tracks of rosy light, whose bright cour sings were intently watched by one occu jpan.t of a pretty little boat that was drifting with the tide. Philip Eandolph dropped tho oars, and followed in its % .-course the circling light. Ho was won? dering what the angel of dreams was "whispering to the quiet stream ; for if ?v.er river slept, this one was slumbering flow. Over its surface, the winds chan? ted a sweet lullably, and the strong moun? tains folded it in their great arms, and all was still'....> A quaint jittie boat it was, and a quaint litt/e maiden she, who sat at one end, "with iead bowed down on her hand. A rosdc hat shaded her face, from beneath which the soft brown- cdfla* fell .in grace? ful, negligence. Her 'only beauty was a pair of hazel eyes, both ?>gish and spark? ling; but when a word of love would ?call into boing the most beautiful blushes and the merriest dimples, you would travel far before finding a sweeter or fentler face. So though*. Philip Ran olph. . Of what was she so steadfastly think? ing, dri this bright Summer evening, when . all maidenhood should be merry and gay? Perhaps, like the river, she was dreaming of-the one.hright sky the waters of her heart reflected; and, raising her head with a sigh, she glanced at her compan Src, JVery. gravo and earnest was his oVaslliO. asked the. question, "Nettie, what is your decision ? " Again her head drooped.down on her hand, witth the an? swer: "Hush! let.mo think.": Weighty and momentous thoughts wore they that filled that pretty head; her wholo2ilife .ro.se up before her?scenes changing and shifting like tho pictures in ' a kaleidscope. Philip Randolph and she < had grown up from-childhood together, under the guardianship of Philip's father. How well she remembered the . old red school-house, where both had gone day after day to receive knowledge; the snow covered hill, up and down which PhiSlip had drawn her on bis sled, and mado her cheeks glow like roses when he yptild stoutly refuse any rival the honor o'f 'iJofng" likewise Her first ride on " Old Whitcy," she standing on tho farm yanlgate and springing into the saddle, und Philip leading the dear old horse; then, when she could gallop and leap ditches, he had brought her homo the prettiest of ponies to be all her very own; afterward, their separation; she boing sent, to boarding school and he to college. All the home-sickness of that dreary night came back to her now, and Nettie's tears flowed down her cheeks at the very remembrance. How Madamo A frowned when a letter in Philip's bold, free handwriting was givon her; and the anger of Nettie when Madamo toro it up, as she " did'nt allow young ladies to re? ceive letters from gentlemen." The long threo years that seemed to Jiave no ending, and then the meeting at filSe" did homestead. How sho blushed ? and smiled-as, instead.of a mcro youth, Philip appeared before her #as a young gentleman, and complimented her upon her improved appearance. Then the long days of heart-sickness, when the flirt of tho county manoeuvcrcd in all sorts of ways to gain Philip's heart, and Nettie wae so wounded that she treated Philip ^eokdy and answered him rudely; then Wept all night about it. How nobly Philip -had saved her life; saved her from a hor? rible death, and in recompense thereof claimed her as his own. Well she re? members the heart's blood surging up to ' her check, and the thrill of pleasure con? vulsing her whole being; and now sho feels that without him this world would t>o a dre3ry void, and she was a stray waif. Then tho day, this very day it was, Philip had askod his father to give a blessing to their betrothal, but Mr. .Randolph bad declared, " It must never be; they must forget ono another, and live happy apart." Ho refused all ex? planations until Philip vowed not to obey him in this case, and not uutil then did ho tell his son why ho mu*t not love Nettie. X_o3*I ^eJ0' ?*^(Iue' bad been fought be? tween ""Nettie's father and Philip's; the ?former was instantly killed; the latter, struck by remorse, had endeavored to atono by educating tho daughter of his | enemy, never dreaming of so disastrous a consequonco as the two young people's ' jailing in love. But it is tho old, old sto-1 ry repeating itsolf once again. Worldly eyes aro wiso; they aro far-seeing and ligilant, and worldly hands would on deavor to draw asunder two lives that, should mingle as one ; but, in spite of all tho worldly eyes and hands, tho current of lovo that for a time had beon turned out of its course, flows back into its orig? inal channel with greater forco than be? fore, and thus flowing on, reaches tho eternal sea and there abideth forovor. Nettie's pale features told tho emotion of her heart, and Philip's face quivered with anguish as he noted her sorrow. Wtiy should these two, who loved so fer? vently?why should the}' be separated for the crime of another? Nottie had neverfieon her father's luce?had never experienced her father's care. Should her young life be darkened with sorrow to atone for his sin ? Tho little boat was drifting on the tide of dreams?a silver tide with diamond ripples flashing in and out. All was fair and glowing; and the pure soul of the maiden, seeing the love? ly picture, smiled: and smiled so deeply that it became visible on her feature's, lighting up cheek,, lips and brow with a wondrous light. Again Philip looked up, and seeing the change on the fair face, took her hand within his own and gently smoothed and caressed it. "Nettie, dear Nettie, there is so little .real love and truth in this world, do not cast mine aside, but accept it as tho guardian of your life." That beautiful smile and Wusb irradiated the sweet face; that smile and blush moro eloquent than sweet words; and the set? ting sun, as he sank behind the moun? tains, carried with him the remembrance of a lover's kiss imprinted on tho rosy mouth of the gentle Nettie Ra}*. . The boat drilted to the moorings, and springing lightly from it, tho two turned to tendora fond-farewell to theTiver; but peacefully it slumbered on, all uncon? scious that tbo fate of two livtss had been decided upon its smooth surface. Nettie and Philip walked up the graveled path and into the library, where sat Mr. Ran? dolph, idly gazing out upon the lawn. Ho turned as the sound of approaching footsteps fell upon his ear, and a groan escaped him as he saw who were the cause of these footfalls. Nettio slipped softly to his chair, and, with her hand clasped on bis knee, looked up lovingly in his face. He stroked back tho brown ringlets, and soflly patting the plump choeks, " dear child," he whispered, " I am bowed with sorrow when I look upon you, for I have loved you as my own*and now you despise me." "Never, oh never!" murmured Nettie, throwing her arms about his neck, " I love you, dear father, for my father yon will be now." And Philip, kneeling at his father's feet,-asked again for his bless? ing on the future, which was not denied him. It was a happy family that night, and no one ever regretted the Summer ovening when the little boat was drifting with the tide, for the two lives now made by God ns one, drifted along on the line o( years, meeting their Joys and sorrows, bearing their pains and trials with a firm trust in one another's lovo and devotion. .-9 A Romantic Story.?The following ?onies from Albany, New York : . "We have just heard of a rather roman? tic story, which has transpired in this city, the truth of which we can vouch for, notwithstanding.its sensational proclivi? ties. A few years since a girl living as a domestic in an aristocratic and wealthy family of Liverpool, England won the affections of the son of that family. The young man bccart\o 6mittcn of his in? amorata, and resolved upon marrying her. When he made his intentions known to his parents, serious opposition was manifested. The girl, although a good one, virtuous and honest, was not in keeping with the familjr standing in so? ciety. To marry such a one was consid? ered a disgrace in England, especially When the family.of tho young man was of the highest blood. Notwithstanding all this the young man cast aside all fam? ily ties, and mair ed tho poor girl of his affections, who was only a servant in his father's houso. The result was, that tho boy was driven from his parental roof, and took up an humble abode with his wife. They lived together in peace and happiness a long while. A son'was born out of this wedlock. Finally, tho hus? band of the girl was taken sick with that terrible disease, consumption, and died, leaving tho girl a widow, with her child. During tho illness of her husband the latter received kind consid? eration at tho hands of his parents, al? though they never, in person, visited his bedside. Soon after the death of her hus? band the widow and child camo to this country with her father and mother.? They settled in this city. The father and mother took up a homo for themselves, while tho widow went out to service in a well-known family living on Washington avenue. She has been there for a long time, and was honored and respected by her employers. Last week she roceived a letter announcing the fact that the whole of tho estate of her husband's father, amounting to ?500,000 had been bequeath? ed to her son. Arrangements were at once perfected, and on "Wednesday last the ser? vant girl, accompanied by her father, sail? ed from New York for Liverpool, to look after tho fortune coming to them." President Grant's Popularity.?Tho gradual dcclino of President Grant in American opinion is noteworthy, forthcro is little evidence of any strong political reason. Ho is very lenient to Conserva? tives, but that may be wise; and ho has failed 4o oust the polit:cians by trade, but that may not be his fault; and he writes rather indiscrcot lotters, hut the letters are sound onough in principle. Neverthe? less, it is certain that, for some reason not quite perceptible over bore, a tone of contempt toward the President is becoming apparent in both parties. Tho idea seems to be that he is a bored man, who does not care about politics at all, but wants to bo amused, and is not amused by inces? sant receptions of office-seekers, and peo? ple intent on giving advice, and financiers who worry, him about questions ho knows nothing about. That state of mind is quite intelligible?it was Napoleon's, for instanco, always?btft there seems to bo something else. Is it possible?tho idea looks absurdly inconsistent with his caroer, but still it i? expressed in quarters not given to railing?that Gen. Grant is, when not called on for real work, just a little frivolous ??London Spectator. "Bill Arp" on the Georgia Press Excur? sion. Mr. Henry TP. Grady : My Dear Young Friend?You ask i me what I think of the Press Excursion! As an old man full of years and foil of honors (sich as (hoy are) I will say that, taking the wholo concern into considera? tion, from Bullock and Bans Wright down, and up, to' Hulbert and Fitch, I will say that I have been seriously con? sidering whether Uio Excursion were a success or not. Some of the editors say they were Bucked in. I suppose thero were some suckers along, and some suck? ing done'but 1 do not think that kept it from being a suckecss. Now, Mr. Grady, I like editors?they are a respectable family of people, and I suppose can't bo bought?for a less price than other folks?everybody has his price, and so has editors, I suppose. I don't know what is the price of editors, but I don't know that they are frequent? ly bought. I noticed that soon after ihey Ixad visited our high mountains there Was some tradin dojie. Some organs sell purty high, and some less, accordin to music, and it is amusin to tee em change their bass. Now, I'm in for all the fun that cart be enjoyed, and after a poor edi? tor has wore out his brains and his body a lyin on one side, 1 think its good for his constitution to turn over and lie on the other. But this is all furren to the subject. The question is were the Excursion a sucksess ? I was thinkin that editors had things most tu much their own way, but I don't see rea]ly how it can bo help? ed. They are their own judges and ju? ries, and nobody else can say aword-agin em. Nobody else has got a paper, and if anybody else wanted to criticise or abuse em, it would be a little too late to. get it in. I've got nothin special agin editors, only this: They all stand up to one an? other, and can buse everybody, and no? body has a chance to fight back. There aint but one. thing that makes era raad with one another, and that is for one feller to git moro pap, or daddy, than the rest git. Then the fur flies, and hides are put on a pole. Tho wholo unfortunate concern gits mad, and they remind one of a pig runnin off with a year of corn, and all the litter squealin after him. Edi? tors say its high principle actuatin em, but a close observer says, they are mad because the fortunate individual sold out for a less price than they had been askin. But, to go back to the main point? were the Exc ursion a sucksess ? IL that is the question, what constitutes success ? Why to carry ono pint. Well, I might say "sarkastically, that the excursion done that and half a pint over. But, serious? ly, it having a good time at other peo? ple's expense is a sucksess, then they had it, and they enjoyed it, and wo all enjoy? ed is, arid have been feclin good about it ever since. Wo look back at it as a green Oasis, and havo nothing to regret about it, only that they didn't'stay any longer. I like editors, and havo only made the foregoing caustic remarks out of deference to the public, who like slan? der. You needn't talk to me about the Atlanta Slander Mill. I've watched hu? man natur for several years, and my opinion is that every man has got a small slander mill in his own bosom. Slander is as necessary to good moral health as turnip groens in tho spring of the year. Its right hard to live without it, and my opinion is that it does moro good than harm. I always feel kinder toward a man after I have abused him. It sorter restores tho equilimrium. But the question is, were tho Excur? sion a sucksess? Fitch says it was, and Fitch ought to know, for what he didn't see, and hear, and partake of, didn't bo long to tho concern. Fitch developed as he went along. Die drew his pints from history and Galilee, and St. Paul, and Gaskill, and et ccteres. He says he wasn't demoralized or contaminated by Bullock, or Hulbert, or Glascock, or Hancock, or an}' other-roostor. Fitch is an hon? est editor?I don't know what his price is, but I'll bet ho don't ask as little as sumo folks who put on more pretensions. Several of em don't seem to know how to writo about it. After gittin all tho good of it, they say well, wc?had a? very?good?time?and?but?and Bul? lock and Hulbert?they?will, &c, and sor forth. Willingham enjoyed it, and so did Fitch, and they talk out of school. Fitch saj'8 there aint but two honest edi? tors in Georgia?ono of whom ho is which, and modesty forbids him to name the other. Thore is a honp of cornpeti-1 lion for that other?and I don't know who'll git it, but I rather supposed it would bo between Whitakcr's front and Dr. Bard's rear. But, tho question is, wcro tho Excur? sion a sucksess? Ono thing is certain, I'm in favor of bavin om once a year, just for tho fun of the thing. It was a galorious occasion, and dono the editors good. Tho trouble with editors is that they can see other people's faults, but they can't sco thoir own. Nobody over writes about em?every one praises the othcr'B papers. They oven say they arc gratified that you, Mr. Henry, have tied your timo and talents to such an ahlo sheet as Mr. Dwincll's ! Great spoons ! Good sakes! as Col. Akin would say. But I shant make any inuencloes. I'll refer tho matter to Fitch. Editors can write as fool tilings as an}*body, but no? body dare to tell cm of it. Tho reason is nobody have got a paper to fight back in. I've thought I would buy a paper, but then if I did I snpposo 1 would jino tho fraternity and stand up to my crowd. But tho question is, was tho Excursion 'a sucksess? Hulbert says it was, and Hulbort is a man of parts. I might say ho was a whale, and that tho Press was .lonah ?but I won't make such painful allusion?nevertheless. Hulbert was :i sucksess?that's certain. lie got the ed? itors in the cautious state. They whis? pered "cat in the meal-tub," and" he hol? lered in a groat big, double bass voice, -<IRON." They said there's politicks in all this, and he shouted, "coal?anthra? cite?hematito?marble?gold," and they hushed and went along as gently as a drove of hogs follcrin a leaky corn wag? on. 1 tell you Hulbert had a devil of a time of it, for there were a few barrows along who were hard to tolc, but he tolled cm. H6 did certain, and they cat his corn, and it was good, sound corn, and it fattened em, and they oughtent to be* ashamed of it. I don't think there has been any damage done to theso editors. They've had a good, jolly time, and it will make em live longer. If _ there's anything wrong about it, it is owin to the fact that editors are so poor general? ly that when anything is offered them gratis, they go in, whether it comes from St. Paul or the DevjI. Mpst of them aro in the condition of my friend Under? wood, who saiu he was ready to die in tho name of the Lord?for he was ever, with the world?that is, he owed about as many as he didn't.owo, and nothing to pay with*. " But the main question is, were the Excursion a sucksess? Yours, truly, * Bill Arp. P. S.?It was not me that said our Rome papers contained about as much information as two last year's jay bird's nests. I would not have thought of such a thing. The remark was made, by my friend Big John. B. A. -*-t An Important Undertaking Fintsii ed.?When Boreum, or Boreus, or what? ever his name is, Grant's crockery mer chant, to whom was presented the office ot Secretary of the Navy, in return for that present to the President of "a full chamber set," first sat himself in his offi? cial chair, his vast mental machinery was brought to bear upon a most important work. Realizing the pressure of the bugo debt upon the backs of the people, recognizing, as any statesman would, the effect of galling taxation upon the masses, having a fall conception ot our financial difficulties, and the necessity for an early resumption of specie payments, comprc-" hending, as a member of the Cabinet should, the great, important and pressing reforms which the whole country needed, ho, like a man, at once put his shoulder to the patriotic work, and?gave now names to a]l the national men-of-war ! This was too much for any one mind to conceive and execute. It broke him down, and he had to retire from public life. Ho did retire, but with an unsel? fishness and hightoncd magnanimity which stand out in bold contrast to all modern statesmanship, he did not require the return of the "chamber set." Histo? ry will do this patriotic ex-Secretary Bo? lus full \ustice-^sho will, .indeed. Blin-' kins was succeeded by a New Jcrseyman, ono Rathbono or Rudolph, tho fortunate gentleman who presented tho President with ono of the newly patented cigar lighters?the intcrminablo match that will never go out. Ringbone was, there? fore, according to rule rewarded with office; ho was made iq succeed the late overworked and exhausted ex-Secretary of tho Navy. Jobson had an eye to the main wants of the country, also, and he, too, determined to make liko hi" illustri? ous predecessor.a name for himself which should go down?way down?into ever so romoto history, or perish in tho at tempt. He did it. Realizing the condi? tion of tho people at largo, hisgreat mind appreciated the responsibility of a Cabi? net official, and ho resolved to act, cost what it would; tho country should find reliof through his good right arm, which could control a quill, and l>is brain, which should find language; ho sat him down and?altered all the names of the nation? al vessels back again to the original ! Thero are two heroic patriots who will never dio ;n American history?Grant's two Naval Secretaries, Bodkins and Jig gcrson. -*? Rebecca of Ivan hoe.?A correspondent ot tho Jewish Messenger, gives a new ex? planation of the reason why the late Wash? ington Irving always remained a bach? elor. Speaking of Miss Rebecca Gratz, a Jewess of Philadelphia, distinguished tor her zeal in works of charity, who hast just died at tho ripe age of 88, he says: "Twenty years ago 1 heard the story, a story that has long been current in Phila? delphia in "Jewish circles, among her friends and acquaintances, and which has again been revived hero since her death. It runs thus : Many years ago, when Miss Gralz was a young girl, Washington Irving, then already rich in literary reputation, came to Philadelphia, and bo camo a visitor at tho l ouse of her family. It is said that in youth sho was very beau? tiful and very good ; and as hor acquain? tance with Irving increased, the beauty ?f both her character and her features, together with the fact that sho was a living representative of that nation whose whole history is romance, so wrought upon his heart that ho became deeply enamored with her. It is needless to say that had his attachment been never so strong, with her strength in her faith, it would havo been wasted. As it was, it was wasted. Irving left the city, bat did not forget the lady of his love." Washington Irving subsequently men? tioned to Sir Walter Scott his knowledge of the beautiful Rebecca in Philadelphia, at tho timo ho was writing, or about to write, "I van hoc," and upon the strength of Irving1? description of the iovely Jewess, so firm to her faith, named his hcroino "Rebecca." -? ? A debating club has decided that it is right to cheat a lawyer, but it is a pret? ty bard thing to do. Negro Mortality. Any ono who has read the health re? ports ol' the City ot Charleston, since the close of the war. canr.oo have failed to re? mark that the number of deaths atii?ng the colored people, as compared to those among the white, has been in the propor? tion Of more than two to one, This pro? portion has been, as wo aro informed, greater in other places; and the question naturally arises, why should this thing be. Before the war mortality was about equal among both races, but since peace lias boon re-established, the negro has been dying out much more rapidly than the white man. To us the reason seems to be in the fact that.the colored people, as a class, arc not laboring as earnestly and vigorously as they could be Gompellcd to do to procure the necessary comforts which conduce to health and to fongevity. In the compe? tition for broad Which we find everywhere, the man who falls below the average amount of work which a while man can do iii a day, must at least want, if he does not starve.' Hunger, poverty, and squal? or?the fate of those who fall below this average?are not favorablo to the birth and rearing of children, t>r to the preser? vation of health and life in the adult.? They aro the parents of disease and of death, and tho race that does not labor sufficiently to keep them off must be con? stantly decimated. Wo notice this startling fact, in order that our colored population may seek a remedy. We are interested not in the destruction, but in the preservation of the race. Let the Radical manufactures of opinion among the colored people attempt to poison their minds as they will, the day is not far distant when they will see that they have been deluded by vile dema gogucSj^anxious to accumulate plunder at the expense of the white and black man alike. The}' will soon see. as we see, that each race is interested in the prosperity of the otheh Every industrious laborer is an additional source of strength to any country, it matters not what may be his color, his nativity, or his religion. Every .owner of capital, every possessor of brain, honestly applied, adds power to the State and furnishes what labor requires, a\d what labor will produce. Living side by side, the white man cannot spare the black man, nor can the black man do withont those who possess the soil, the capital, and a great part of the education and intellect of the State. ' The remedy for this mortality among tho colored population of the State is to be found in work, hard and steady work, united Wffch prudence and frugality. By means of labor and econonn* the material condition of the race will be improved, and with improvement in its material con? dition will come better health, increase of births and greater longevity.?Charleston Courier?. ?-*-?-rr Universal Suffrage.?Negro suffrage has not yet been born, a*>d Female suffrage is still in the very ugly embryonic state, and already some hardy innovator pro? poses Infant suffrage. By all means: since the ballot has been found to be the balm for all human ills, it is cruel to deny to any creature its share in a blessing at once so priceless and so cheap. Nay, for onco we are disposed to out-radical the radicals, and proclaim tho sublime evan? gel of Universal suffrage ! The grandeur of this idea almost takes away our broath For mark : not^only everything that can express assent or dissent, or present a bal? lot?including parrots and scarecrows, which latter Carlyle suggested might be entitled to trial by jury?shall vote; but ?and here lies the sublimity of the con? ception?they shall vote upon everything! Not political questions.merely, but every? thing that has hitherto baffled human in genuit}' will dissolvo in this universal menstruum. We shall then know the ratio of the diameter to the circumference, and the truo amount of the national debt; where aro the ten tribes, tho grave of At? tila, the Nibelung treasure, and Secret Service Fund ; tho object of the round towors of Ireland, and of the bronze smudges on the o.ld postal currency ; who wrolsShakspoarc's plays and the letters of Juniusjwho was the Man in the Iron Mask, and what aro President Grant's real political principles ; who cut off King Charles's head, and who struck Billy Pat? terson.?Rew Eclectic. WnAT a Jilted Damsel S?ould Do.? Horace Grccly gives tho following advice to jilted women, who contomplate bring? ing suit for breach of promise: "A desert od^damsel. instead of bringing her action, may say : 'Go, wretched man, be happy if you can ; but when you join that gay and festive throng, and other eyes limn mine look love to yours, remember that your perfidious vow, the lying utterance of your serpent tongue, the empoisoned hoii ey of your perjured lips, that moon, that walk, that declaration sweet, the kiss that you first offered?dream of these until the perjured brain no longer thinks, and mad? ness kindly comes to your relief. <fec, <fcc.!' What man of tho least susceptibility would not rather' pay moderate damages than receive a blasting nrno times wither? ing curse like this?'' -? . ?? _Grant rose the other morning at about fivo o'clock, and accompanied by Gen. Porter, went down and took a bath. Not'inoro than ono or two in tho hotel were aware of his absence, and the thing was done quietly because so many crowd upon hiir. when he goes into the sea. Af? ter bathing, and dressing in ono of the huts, they returned to the hotel. Grant got a little ahead of Porter, and his boots were covered with sand, an early boot? black standing in the roadway cried out to him: "Black yor boots?" Grant half shook his head. "What, aint they worth it?" "Leaf by Leaf the Roses Fall. "--We do not mean to be sentimental, as the above heading would indicate. But we rise to protest against the following arti? cle which we find in a late number of the New York Times: "It has long been suspected, if not posi? tively known,-that the picturesque story ot Sir Isaac Newton having been led to the discovery of the law of gravitation by the fall of an apple, was.as baseless as many of the other fine traditions of genius; We fear it u til now have to be fipally con? signed to the limbo of slaughtered fictions, A remarkable manuscript of Newton h?s come to light, in which he himself gives an account to a friend of the origin of his great discovery, and not a word occurs to show that the fall of an apple had anything* to do with it. In bidding a kindly farewell to this venerable marvel, who will refuse to shed a tear to its memory T\ Ever since wc arrived at man's estate^ some officious scribbler has been knocking out of our head the lesson crammed into it by appliance to birch and other instrument tahtiesr Sadly we have learned that things taught as truths, sacred almost as the teachings of Holy Writ, were nothing but a pack of lies-. We worshipped as a boyj a revolutionary hero. He turned out to be a British spy. A Yankee history taught our. youthful mind that we whipped the British at Bunker's Hill. We subsequent? ly learned, that, notwithstanding the mon? ument, there was no fight at Bunker's Hillj [pnd that in the fights near by on Breed's Hi.l, we were outrageously thrashed and routed by the Britishers. For tvt enty }rears we were ready wind anxious to make affida? vit that Gen. Jackson fought the battle of New Orleans behind cotton bags. We saw pictures of tf? bags in a Geography and painted them eky blue. Alas! it turned out that there was not a bag of cotton on the ground, and we began to doubt if there was such a place as New Orleans or such a man as General Jackson; An ancient school-marm taught us -that Gen. 'Wash? ington was the greatest and purest of men: A Yankee biographer has insulted us by publishing that he was a proud; stupid ar? istocrat, who was in the habit-of cursing like a sailor. We still hang on to a few traditions, and we warn all trespassers against foraging on them! We believe that a tea kettle gave the idea to the in? ventor of steamy that Franklin developed electricity wtfli a kite'and a key; and"that George Washington did cut the cherry tree, and did not tell a lie about it. P. S.?We do not believe that this is the "best Government the ?world ever saw."?Columbus Sun: The Coming Stat?: Fair?Be Up and4 Doing!?The State Agricultural and Me? chanical Society, with commendable spirit, have determined to hold their sixth annual fair in Columbia,on the 10th, 11th and 12th of November npx't. The importance of this .effort to revive a lively interest iu all the industries calculated to accelerate the material progress of par State?, cannot be too highly estimated. Every touth Caro? linian should take a personal pride in the movement, and see to it that this first at? tempt to encourage the development of our resources, .after so long a season of prostration, suffering and depression, is crowned with success. The .society have issued a list of premiums, covering a wide scope of industries and productions, which they trust will excite many new minds to engage in a generous rivalry to be-first-in their several spheres 6f action.- But while the individual may be moved by mere per? sonal interest, the influence of this move? ment must surely affect our communities, and they, too, should be alive to the suc? cess of this first fairen our State since the war. - Columbia^ with commendahleizoal, has done much to insure this',.and we hp^e that Charleston,- with, her interests so largely hanging on the prosperity of. our State, will Hot be backward in giving her cordial co operation. If her factors, mer? chants and mechanics, whose energies are equal to any requirement, ivill but bestir themselves and lend a helpmg hand, the plans of the society will assuredly be car? ried out in a manner to do credit to South Carolina and her people.?Charleston Ncics. '11 - The Path to Victory.?Whatever di? versity of opinion may exist among' the decent people of Sonth Carolina as to the policy that ought to govern our coarse in future political contests, all are in cordial? accord upon one point?the absolute ne? cessity of wresting, at any cost,- and asr soon as possible, the cdntrol of the State from the crew of plundering knaves who are now in power. Much may even now be done towards the accomplishment of this result. But our people must shake off' the apathy which, in too many cases, they have manifested in regard to local contests of seemingly trivial interest. No opportu? nity must be lost to elect an honest and respectable man to any office, however petty, that may become vacant; nor ought an electron, under any circumstances, to be allowed to go by default in favor ot a Rad? ical candidate. Let .our friends in every township and neighborhood maintain their organization with spirit, or revive it if it has ceased to exist. Let them see to it that no efforts are spared to place their lo? cal governments in the hands of men of ca? pacity and character, so that an anti'-Rad? ieal element may be introduced into our civil machinery. Success in small things will lead to triumph in greater ones; and the vigilance and zeal that may be aroused in the struggle for remote townships will be developed into a mighty current of pop? ular feeling which cannot fail eventually" to carry with it the mastery of the State. ?Ibid, . 5)1 : ? It is said that a dog, taken in its in? fancy and held t In ee-qnarters of, an hour under water, will never be troubled wi,th hydrophobia.