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Bis one of: the oddest points of difference between , man and woman that woman has no first lovei- The long alphabet of her affections is without any distinct end or beginning; she mounts by insensible gradations from dolls and Kttens and'pet brothers to the zenith of pas sion, to descend, by the same insensible grada? tions, from the zenith of passion through pet brothers to "tabby cats. There is no such event as a first kiss, forms in a boy's life to mark for woman the transition from girlhood to the sud den' maturity of passion; she has been kissing, ^ind-^umng^andfondling, and petting from her cradle, and she* will pet, and fondle, and kiss to laer grave. ' love', "in "the technical sense of the w?rdj'ia with her little more than an intensify fing of her ordinary life. There is no new pic mire; but the colors are for the while a little heightened and the tone raised. Presently the vividnesss of colorwillfade again, and the cool grays lower, the tone, and the passion of life will have died away. But there will be no defi? nite moment at which one could fairly say that love came. or. went, A girl who is not whisper? ing in a.loveVs ear, will always say frankly enough that she never knew what it was not to bo in ? love.?There is one obvious deduction which she forgets to draw, that-there never can be a time , when she can know what it is to be in-love. Here and there, of course, a woman, may be colder, or later in development, or more setf-oonscious, and may divide by more rigidly marked lines the phases of her life. But even then, if she .be a woman at all, she can have no first love. ? Feeling, with woman, has no past, a?ithas no future. Every phase of her life begins with an act of oblivion. Every love is a first; love. "I never loved any one before," is said, and said truly, to a dozen loving ears in succession. "The first thing I should like to meet with in- Paradise," said Lady Wortley Montague,, "would be the river Lethe, the stream of Eorgetfulness." But woman finds a Httle^?vuret--of-Letrre at- every stage of her heart's career. If she remembers the past at all, it is to offer It up as a burnt sacrifice to the deity* of "the present. When Cleopatra talked about Csesar to Mark Antony, she passed, no doub^~her fingers through her lover's hair, and wondered how she could have ever doted on such a bald-pated fellow as the Dictator. Had she succeeded in charming Octavius she would luxe-wondered equally at her infatuation for auch a ne'er-do-well as Antony. And so it is nowonder that a woman's first love, even if she realizes it at .all, goes down in this general wreck of .the past. But in man's life it is a rejr*olution. It is in fact the one thing that ?muk?s him a man. The world of boyhood is strictly a world of boys. Sisters, cousins, aunts, mothers, are mixed up in the general crowd of barbarians that stand without the play-ground. There are few warmer or more poetic affections than the chivalrous friendship of .school-fel? lows : there is no truer or genuine worship than a boy's worship of the hero of the scrimmage j er the cricket field. It is a fine world in itself, ^but it is a wonderfully narrow and restricted world. Not a girl may peep over the palingsj Girls can't jump, or fag out, or swarm up a tree; they have nothing to talk about as boys tali; they never heard of that glorious swipe ef Old Brown's, they are awful milk-sops, they cry and "tell mamma," they are afraid of a governess, and of a cow. It is impossible to conceive a feature more utterly contemptible in a boy's eyes than a. girl of his own age usually is. Then in some fatal moment comes the revolution. The barrier of contempt goes goes down with a crash. The boy-world disap? pears. Brown, that god of the play-ground, is casi: to the owls and to the bats. There is a sudden coolness in the friendship that was to Ijast from school to the grave. Ihe boy's life has become muddle and confused. The old ex istence is sheering off, and the new comes shyly, fitfully. It is only by a sort of compulsion that Be will own that he is making all this "fuss" about a girl." For the moment he rebels against the spell of that ore little face, the witchery of that, one_ little han<L He lingers on the border of this new country from whence there is no return to the old playing-fields. He is shy, strange to.this world of woman, and woman's talk and woman's ways. The surest, steadiest fbot on the cricket ground tumbles over foot? stool*,, and tangles itself in colored wools. The sturdiest arm that ever wielded bat trembles at the touch of the tiny finger. The voice that rang out like a trumpet among the tumult of the foot-ball hushes and trembles and falters in saying half a dozen commonplace words. The old sense of mastery is gone. He knows that every chit in the nursey has found out his se? cret, and is laughing over it. He blushes, and a boy's blush is a hot painfnl thing, when the sisterly heads bend together and he hears them whispering what a fool he is. Yes, he is a fool ?that is one thing which he feels quite certain about. There is only one other thing which he feels even more certain about?that he is in love, and that love has made him a man.? Saturday Jtevicw. ?-?> What Intemperance Does.?Intempe sancejmts down youth in its vigor, manhood in its strength and age in its weakness. It breaks the father's heart, bereaves the doting mother, extinguishes natural affection, erases conjugal love, blots out filial attachment, blights parental hope, and brings down mourn? ful age in sorrow to the grave. It produces weaimessrnot strength; sickness, not health ; death, not life. It makes wives widows, chil? dren orphans, fathers fiends, and all of them paupers and beggars. It feeds epidemics, im? ports--.pestilence and embraces consumption. It covers the land with idleness, poverty, dis? ease and. crime. It fills your jails, supplies your alms-houses and demands your asylums. It engenders controversies, fosters quarrels and cherishes riots. It crowds your penitentiaries and furnishes the victims for your scaffolds. It is the life-blood of the gambler, the aliment of the counterfeiter, the prop of the hangman and the support of the midnight incendiary. It countenances the liar, resurrects the thief | and esteems the blasphemer. It violates obli? gation, reverences fraud and honors infamy. It defames benevolence, hates love, scorns vir? tue, slanders innocence. It incites the father to buicher his helpless offspring, helps the hus? band to massacre his wife and aids the chil? dren to grind the parricidal axe. It burns up man unuf consumes woman, detests life, curses God and despises heaven. It brings shame, notJh.Qnor; terror, not safety; despair, not hope; misery, not happiness; with the malev? olence of a fiend it calmly surveys its desola? tions, and satiated with havoc, poisons felicity, kills peace, rains morals, blights confidence and slays reputation, then curses the world and laugh vat bis ruin. It murders the soul. It is the sum of all villainies, the curse of curses, the devil's best friend.?Rochester Chronicle. ? It is less painful to learn in youth than to be ignorant in old age. "Taller Dogs," mark twain's history of the founder of the family and his descendants. When Noah disembarked at Ararat he had scarcely touched the pier when he proceeded to tally his passengers. He had iust checked his last item in the list?a Mr. and Mrs. Bedbug? when the cringing figure of a quadruped cume sneaking down the gang plank with his tail be? tween his legs. "Drat it, if there ain't that yaller dog I" says Noah, aiming a vicious kick with his brogan at the brute. But, with a fa? cility born of long and bitter experience, the brute dodged the projectile, and ejaculating "ki-yi," which is Syriac for "declined with thanks," or "not for Jo"?he disappeared, while Noah, who had his sea-legs on, was unable to recover his equilibrium, and sat down with em? phasis on the back of his head. Noah arose, and, in accordance with the style prevalent among the patriarchs, he proceeded to soothe his affronted dignity by pronouncing a variegated anathema upon the yaller dog, which nad characteristically sneaked unob? served on board, in the confusion of putting to sea, and capsized the captain at the first port. He cursed that dog in body, limb, bark, hide, hair,-tail and wag, and all his generations, re? lations and kindred, by consanguinity or affini? ty, and his heirs and assigns. He cursed him with endless hunger, with perpetual fear, with perennial laziness, with hopeless mange, with incessant fleas, and with his tail between his legs. He-closed his stock of maledictions by a sparkling display of pyrotechnics, from the de? moralizing effect of which the yaller dog has never recovered. With the ?curse sticking to him like a revenue stamp, the yaller dog cannot help being "cussed." He don't try to help it. He follows Noah's pro? gramme with sneaking fidelity. He is an Ish maelite among dogs. He receives the most op? pressive courtesies in the form of brickbats, boots and hot water, which make his life an animated target excursion. He boards around like a district school teacher, and it is meal? time with him twenty-four hours in the day. The rest of the time he hankers after something to eat He is too omniverous for an epicure. Cram him at Delmonico's and he would hun? ger for desert from an Albany boarding-house. He can't be utilized. He is too tired. As a 8willcart locomotive, a hunter, or a sentinel, he is an ignominious failure. The dog churn was a stragetic attempt to employ his waste energies, and butter had too much self-respect to "come" at his persuasion. So the dog churn was dropped. No sausage-maker dare foreclose his lien on the yaller dog, lest his ? customers?no longer "soothed and sustained by an unfaltering trust" ?transfer their patronage to some less auda? cious dealer. The savages, who admire baked dog, and who can even, attack tripe and explore the mysteries of hash, without dismay, ac? knowledged the yaller dog to be too much for their gastric intrepidity. He always manages to belong to a ragged, tobacco-chewing, whisky-drinking master, whose business is swapping dogs and evading the dog tax. The yaller dog is acquainted with himself, and he enjoys the intimacy with edi? fying contempt. He slinks along through life, on a diagonal dog-trot, as in doubt as to which end of him is entitled to the precedence. He is always pervaded by a hang-dog sense of guilt, and when retributive tinware is fastened to his tail, he "flies from the wrath to come" with a horrified celerity which ought to be very sug? gestive to two-legged sinners of a fimilar or? deal in store for them. The yaller dog is?well, to speak in italics, he is a tlouch. The Wrong Man Poulticed.?At a fa? mous and fashionable watering place, a gentle? man one night was suddenly seized in bed with an excruciating pain in the stomach, which neither brandy, No. 6, or any other remedy could remove. His wife, after trying a number of things in vain, and having exhausted all her stock of remedies, left her husband'? bedside for the purpose of getting a warm application. Guided on her return by a light which she saw shining in a chamber, and which she supposed was the one just left, she softly entered, and was not a little surprised to find her patient apparently in deep slumber. However, think? ing he might still be suffering, she gently raised the bed clothes, &c., and laid the scald? ing poultice upon a stomach?but not the stomach of her husband?which no sooner touched the body of the person than he, greatly alarmed, and writhing under the torture of the burning application, shouted, "Halloo! halloo! what in the name of heaven and earth are you about there?" then, with one spring from his bed, he made for the door, and, rushing down stairs, declared, in a frenzy of excitement, that some one had poured a shovel of hot coals up? on him. The woman, overcome with excite? ment and alarm, gave a frantic scream, which brought her husband hurriedly in from the next room to her rescue. The husband was so much excited, and also so much amused with the singular mistake and the ridiculous position of his better half, that he forgot all his pains; but early next morning he, his wife and trunks left for parts unknown. The poulticed gentle? man still retains the handkerchief, a beautiful linen fabric, with the lady's name on it, which he considers of rare value. ? A lady being very particular in having the coffee for breakfast made in a particular way, on engaging a new Irish girl gave her a lesson. "Now then," said the lady, "pour the ground coffee into the pot, then pour in the hot water, and, after a few minutes' boiling, put in one-half of an egg?so," and the lady elucida? ted such demonstration by illustration. "You understand, don't you ?" said the lady. "In dade I do, mum," was the response. "Bile the coffee, grind in the water and dhrop in the half of an egg. Isn't that it mum ?" "All right," replied the lady. "Now, then, to-morrow morning we will see how well you can remem? ber." To-morrow morning came, and the cof? fee was as good as couJd be expected. The third morning came, and, to the astonishment of our friend and wife, the coffee was undrink able and nauseating; even the odor of it was sickening. Bridget was called and questioned as follows: "Bridget, did you first put the ground coffee in the pot?" "Indade I did, mum." "Did you then put in the hot water?" "Sure I did." "How long did you let it boil ?" "Five minutes, mum." "What did you then ?" "I put in the egg, mum." "Just as I showed you the other morning?" "Well, to tell the truth, mum," says Bridget, giving her gar? ment a switch with ber hand, "to tell thg truth, I would not put in the half of the egg, as ye towld me, for the egg was a bad one, and I thought ye wouldn't want to kape the half of it, so I dropped in the crather as it was.'' Delusions of Girluood.?The following is a bit of Fanny Fern's experience: I used to believe in school friendship. That delusion ended when Arabella Triplet told mu? tual friends that I was years and years her se? nior, knowing what a terrible fib she told. I used to suffer pangs of anger because of the woes of beggars. Since that I have seen ona unstrap his Teg in an area, and run off gaily on two legs of his own. Another threw a loaf of bread in the gutter, and I saw a third who had all day been yelling, "Please assist the blind," carefully examining his collection of ten-cent stamps by the light of a friendly apple-woman's candle. I used to put the greatest faith in lover's vows. Now, I do not believe a man means anything he says to a woman, unless it is some? thing disagreeable. I used to believe in faithful servants. Since then I have hired girls from intelligence offices, and lost all my handkerchiefs but one. I used to believe in beauty. Since then I have seen a bewitching belle take off half of her hair, all her teeth, the beat of her com? plexion, two pounds of cotton batting, and a corset. Reminiscence of Andrew Jackson. A correspondent of the Chicago Republican is responsible for the annexed story: Jonesboro is thirty-two miles by rail from the' Virginia line, on the East Tennessee, and the Virginia and Georgia railroad. It is a droll old town?city I should say?is built on the con? fronting faces of two adjacent hills, the busi? ness streets and railroads being accommodated with a place in the intervening hollow. Of one of these hills, I must write, specially, as it is entitled to a conspicuous place in almost tragic history. Prior to the organization of the State a territorial court was held at this place, under the authority and auspices of the State of North Carolina; and several lawyers from that old State (noted among many other things for its turpentine and persimmons,) practiced in this Court, coming from Ealeigh on horseback. Among the number were Andrew Jackson and a Mr. Avery. Avery was not only a good man, but a good lawyer, especially on text-book law ?" Lord Bacon " being his favorite. He was scrupulously neat in his personal appearance, and he reduced to elaborate system whatever he had to do.' Each one of his indispensable " text-books " were carefully wrapped in sepa? rate sheets of soft paper, and the strings or tape that bound them carefully, touched off with smooth double-bow knots. His custom at the bar was, in a careful extempore, first to make a general statement of the legal grounds relied on; and then to the Court or jury: " I will now read what 1 Lord Bacon' has to say on the subject." Jackson, who was counsel on the op? posite side of an important cause, first to be called; and believing that Avery's side had the larger show of merit, yielding, without difficul? ty, to an impulse of scarcely excusable mis? chief, watched when Avery was out of his room, took the volume of Bacon from its wrap? per, and supplied its place with an incloaure corresponding in length, breadth and thickness, bearing the same name?" bacon "?but being a part of the well preserved remains of a hog. Soon after the court was open for business, the special cause called, and its trial com? menced. Avery, in his argument, was more than usually careful and exhaustive in his opening averment of the principles of law in? volved, and finally remarked : " But, gentle? men of the jury, and if the Court please, that you may know that I am not in error, I will read you what 'Lord Bacon' has to say on the subject." Deliberately releasing the tape from the restraint of the smooth double-bow knot, Mr. Avery exposed to the astonished view of the Bench, Box, and Bar about enough of " Lord Bacon " to satisfy the hunger of about six railroad hands. An irrepressible outburst of laughter and applause followed, not only to the mortification of Mr. Avery, but resulted in the defeat of his client, as Mr. A. was only able to make a lame conclusion. It soon became known that Jackson was the author of so great a change in the appearance of the leading English law commentator. The result was that the fun-loving members of the bar had but little difficulty in prevailing Upon Mr. Avery to challenge Jackson to mortal com? bat. The challenge was accepted, and the ad? jacent hill repaired to in order to avenge the insult. Both pistols were loaded with Iblank cartridges. All the solemn and tragic formula of the code of honor were strictly complied with?at least, so it appeared. Jackson allowed Avery to fire first. Then advancing three paces, drew his commanding and awe-in? spiring figure to its full height, leveled his pistol, but reserved his fire. Again advancing, his countenance assuming still greater fierce? ness of expression, he exclaimed as he leveled his pistol, " D?n you, I'll shoot you." This was more than Avery's nerves could bear. He fled, and was followed by Jackson some dis? tance, discharging his pistol as he went. It was estimated that but few men could have stood at long as Avery did before the threaten? ing advance of such a man as Jackson. --* A Murder Trial in Nevada. "I was sitting here," said the Judge, "in this old pulpit, holding court, and we were trying a big wicked-looking Spanish desperado for killing the husband of a bright, pretty Mexi? can woman. It was a lazy summer day, and an awfully long one, and the witnesses were tedious. None of us took any interest in the trial except that nervous, uneasy, devil of a woman?because you know how they love and how they hate, and this one had loved her hus? band with all her might, and now she had boil? ed it all down into hate, and stood here spit? ting it at that Spaniard with her eyes; and I tell you she would stir me up, too, with a little of her summer lightning occasionally. Well, I had my coat off and heels up, lolling and sweating, and smoking one of those cabbage cigars the San Francisco people used to think was good enough for us in those times ; and the lawyers, they all had their coats off and were smoking and whittling, and the witnesses the [ same, and so was the prisoner. Well, the fact is, there wasn't any interest in a murder trial ' then, because the fellow was always brought in not guilt}-, the jury expecting him to do as much for them some time; and although the evidence was straight and square against this Spaniard, we knew we could not convict him without seeming to be rather high-handed and sort of reflecting on every gentleman in the [ community ; for there warn't any carriages and I liveries then, and so the only "style" there I was, was to keep your private graveyard. But that woman seemed to have her heart set on hanging that Spaniard; and you'd ought to have seen how she would glare on him a min? ute, and then look up to me in her pleading way, and then turn and for the next five min? utes search the jury's faces?and by and by drop her face in her hands for just a little while, as if she was most ready to give up, but out she'd come again directly and be as live and as anxious as ever. But when the jury an? nounced the verdict, 'Not Guilty,' and I told the prisoner he was acquitted, and free to go, that woman rose up till she appeared to be as tall and grand as a seventy-four gun ship, and says she: "Judge, do I understand you to say that this man is not guilty, thut murdered my husband without any cause before my own eyes and my little children's, and that all has been done to him that ever justice and the law can do?" "The same," says I. "And then what do you reckon she did ? Why, she turned on that smirking Spanish fool I like a wild-cat, and out with a 'navy' and shot him dead in open court!" "That was spirited, I am willing to admit." "Wasn't it, though ?" said the Judge, admi? ringly. "I wouldn't have missed it for any? thing. I adjourned court right on the spot, and we put on our coats and went out and took up a collection for her and her cubs, and sent them over the mountains to their friends. Ah, she was a spirited wench I"?Galaxy. Sabbath Piety.?Here is a bit of spicy suggestion from some anonymous source : "There is a mystery about this effect of the weather on piety. Sabbath heat seems hotter; Sabbath cold colder, and Sabbath rain wetter than that of any other day. For the same measure of heat or cold or rain on a week day will not keep him from his usual business. We need a Sabbath almanac, calculated for our churches, that will show by its weather scale when it will be Bafe for a vigorous Christian to expose himBelf on the Sabbath by going to the house of God. Such an almanac wouldenable pastors and superintendents of Sabbath schools to know whom they may depend on in church, Sabbath schools and prayer meeting. ? One of Dean Trench's sermons on the subject, "What we can and cannot carry away when we die," commences thus appositely: "Alexander the Great being upon his death? bed, commanded that when he was carried forth to hia grave his hands should not be wrapped, as was usual, in the cere-cloths, but should be left outside the bier, that all men might see them, and might see that they were empty." The Duello. The following paragraph is extracted from a sermon by the late Bishop Elliott, delivered in Christ Church, Savannah, on the 27th of March, 1863: . Before this war came upon us, the South al? most worshipped personal bravery and physical courage. They were considered as the requisite Dualities of every gentleman, and whosoever id not possess them, was pitied and despised even while he was tolerated. No proper dis? tinction was made between the courage of mere temperament and the moral courage of high principle. The duel was set up as the test of a man's pretension to this quality. And this arose partly from the natural spirit of our race, but was, likewise, a remnant of feudal usages, which are certainly out of place in our days. But this war is teaching us what an universal quality personal courage is, and how few men there are who are afraid of death upon the battle field. How many tens of thousands of soldiers are there who, without any stimulus, save the sense of duty and the impulse of pa? triotism, mareh fearlessly up to the cannon's mouth, literally sport with wounds and death, and stand upon the outermost verge of peril, and their cheek never blanches, and their step never falters. And is this physical courage, which is so valuable, yet so common, to be es? timated above that moral courage, which is so rare?that courage which will not follow a multitude to do evil, which will breast the world in arms for principle, which will restrain the madness of the people at every sacrifice of place, of property and of life? What we have needed in our civil affairs in the past has been this moral courage, and now we are learning in this war how much more rare a quality it is than mere personal bravery?such courage as made our gallant Johnson?Sydney in name and Sydney in nature?bear aud suffer more than martyrdom, and then lay down in quiet dignity his valued life, that his country's weak? ness might not be exposed?such courage as led our own heroic Tatnall to disappoint a na? tion's hopes, and burn his ship rather than sac? rifice his brave and trustful men to a selfish and bubble reputation for daring?such cour? age as has qualified our peerless President to face all calumny, rather than deviate one hair's breadth from his own clear perception of his country's good. It requires brave men to do these things. No common man can do them. And the longer the war lasts, the more it will develope such characteristics, and moral cour? age will rise in value, and mere physical cour? age?that which resolves bravery into brawling and dueling and private rencontres?will sink into merited insignificance. No people is more brave than the people which can boast of Nelson and Collingwood, of Hill and Welling? ton, and yet they find nobler employment for their courage than in wasting it upon the field of private revenge. And if we learn this truth, we shall indeed gain another morsel of delicious sweetness from the grasp of the strong. The Basis of Prosperity. I The world has been slow in arriving at the conclusion that agriculture lies at the very ba? sis of all prosperity. It has been ignored, kicked aside and despised. The men of wealth, the merchants, lawyers and educators have put a low estimate upon it. In their estimation, it was a low calling, fit only for stupid men and double-fisted laborers. The poison of their prejudice has been diffused into ail the arteries of society. Thousands of young men, as a consequence, have been turned away from it, when both duty and interest required them to embark in it. Disgusted with the very idea of following such a pursuit, they have, most un? wisely and disastrously, gone into other chan? nels of industry for which they neither had taste nor qualification. Some of them tried hard to make lawyers, doctors and merchants of themselves, but only to expose their folly and stupidity. Thus, unwittingly it may have been, that very class, who should have upheld the farming interest by giving it their sanction and their encouragement, have done all they could to bring it into disfavor. There is, however, a marked change in the views of mankind upon this subject. Such men as Clay, Webster, Jackson and others, have done much to break down this foolish prejudice, and to elevate the science of agri? culture. They were farmers themselves, and loved the work of farming. It was worthy of their highest intelligence, and they, conse? quently, did what they could to honor it and to adorn it. Gradually its value and importance have gained a hold upon the popular mind, un? til now there is a more general willingness to dignify it. In many of the States, agricultural colleges have been constructed and able teach? ers employed. There is scarcely a State north of us but what has an institution of this sort. There is no use to speculate as to the conse? quences. Every candid and sensible man must see that such a policy will inaugurate a new era in the history of the country. There, it has already done it. The change" for the bet? ter is striking. We see it in a manifest breadth of intelligence among the tillers of the soil, and in the development of the agricultural wealth of that particular section. It is visible, also, in the taste, elegance, luxury and pleasure of country life. After all, there is no such paradise on earth as that within the charming Erecincts of an educated and refined farmer's ome.?Knoxville Ving. Hurrying Up a Bargain.?An Irishman, Pat Mulrooney, had a kicking horse that he wanted to get rid of, but found it very diffi? cult. At last he entered at Herkness' Bazzarg and warranted him sound and kind, and free from the kicks. On the day of the sale, Mr. Herkness pointed out the good qualities of the animal, and he was sold for one hundred and seventy-five dollars. Pat was afraid the horse would show his bad qualities before the money was paid, so he wanted to hurry up the bargain, and the way he did it was this: He went to the purchaser and said? "You can't have that horse, sur." "Why not? Didn't I buy him?" said the purchaser. "Yes, you bought him," said Pat, " but I've been offered more money for him, and you can't have him. Besides, he bites." j "I don't care for that," said the buyer. "But he kicks like the devil," said Pat, "and he'll smash anything you'll hitch him to." "Well, I'm going to pay for him now, and take the risk," said the buyer, "and if he kicks, I'll never call on you to take him back." The fellow took the horse home, and as soon as he attempted to put him to a wagon, he smashed it all to pieces. It was too late now to complain. Pat told him the horse kicked, and Herkness had paid over the mon? ey, so the horse was turned out to do the best he could for himself. Temperance.?The New York Journal of Commerce dwells on the importance of temper? ance, and appeals to moderate drinkers to ab? stain from "tippling" between business hours. The editor says: "We believe the habitual use of fiery liquids in any considerable quanti? ty to be injurious to the physical system; but whether this is so or not, the person who can? not pursue his ordinary avocation without pausing ever and anon for a glass of grog is a slave of appetite, and liable to become a drunk? ard." This is a wise and wholesome hint to many, given in good spirit, by our cotempora ry. -<a> To Relieve Asthma.?Soak some blotting paper in a strong solution of saltpetre; dry it, take a piece about the size of your liana, and on going to bed, light it and lay it on a plate in your bed room. By so doing, per? sons afflicted with the asthma will find that they can sleep almost as well as when in health. ? No miller need ever be out of employment, for he can always grind his teeth. Shocking Occurrence.?We hope that ev? ery lady who reads the following shockingly disgraceful occurrence will ascertain whether she is not partly in the same deplorable situa? tion as "A Wife in Distress," and liable to be fully so any time. We fear that some of them are not aware of their fearful accountability to the Press : a wife in distress. "Pray, tell me, my dear, what is the cause of those tears ?" "Oh, such a disgrace I" "What is it, my dear, don't keep me in sus? pense I" "Oh, I have opened one of your letters, sup? posing it to be addressed to myself. Certainly it looks more like Mrs. than Mr." "Is that all ? what harm can there be in a wife opening her husband's letters?" "No harm in the thing itself, butt lie contents are such a disgrace!" "Who has dared to write me a letter unfit to be read by my wife?" "Oh, no, it was couched in the most chaste and beautiful language. But the contents! the contents!" Here the wife buried her face in her hand? kerchief and commenced sobbing aloud, while the husband eagerly took the letter and com? menced reading the epistle that had nearly broken his wife's heart. It was a bill from the printer for three years subscription. A Kkotty Text.?There was once an itin? erant preacher in West Tennessee, who, pos? sessing considerable natural eloquence, nad rradually become possessed of the idea that le was also an extraordinary Biblical scholar. Under this delusion, he would very frequently, at the close of his sermons, ask any member of his congregation who might have a "knotty text" to unravel, to speak it, and he would ex? plain it at once, however much it might have troubled "less distinguished divines." On one occasion, in a large audience, he was particular? ly pressing for some one to propound a text; but no one presuming to do so, he was about to sit down without an opportunity to show his learning, when a chap back by the door an? nounced he had a Bible matter of great "con? cern," which he desired tobe enlightened upon. The preacher, quite animatedly, professed his willingness and ability, and the congregation was in great excitement. "What I want to know," said the outsider, "\3 whether Job's turkey was a hen or a gob? bler?" The "expounder" looked confused, and the congregation tittered as the questioner capped the climax by exclaiming, in a loud voice: "I fotched him down on the fust question !" From that time forward, the practice of asking for difficult passages was discontinued. ? No matter how much you desire to fight, never begin on a mule or a cross-eyed man. Their looks don't advertise clearly enough where they are going to hit. ? A little boy having broken his rocking horse the same day it was bought, his mamma began to scold, when he silenced her by in? quiring, "what's the good of a horse till it is broke?" ? A boy of twelve dining at his uncle's made such a good dinner that his aunt observed: "Johnny, you appear to eat well." "Yes, aunt," replied the urchin, "I've been practicing eating all my life." ? A debating society down East has been engaged for a long time in a discussion of the question :?"If you had to have a bile, where would you have it ?" It has finally been deci? ded, "on another fellow." ? Mark Twain thinks that soda water 3s not reliable for a steady drink. It is too gassy. The next morning, after drinking thirty-eight bottles, he found himself full of gas and as tight as a balloon. He hadn't an article of clothing he could wear, except an umbrella, ? A youth asked Count Montrond?the me? moir writer?to teach him the art of succeeding in society. "Oh, it is simple enough," said the Count. "Talk to the middle aged and young ladies, and listen when the old ones talk to you." ? A young man in Lafayette, Indiana, is humility personified. The other day he a^ked a young lady if he "might be allowed the priv? ilege of going home with her," and was indig? nantly refused; whereupon he inquired very humbly, "if he might sit on the fence and see her go by." ? A man in Milwaukie, Wis., who was last week arrested for cruelly beating his wife, said that it was the first time he was ever locked up, and he thanked God it was not for any mean, contemptible crime like getting drunk. ? An old merchant once instructed his clerk as follows: "When a man comes into the store and talks of his honesty, watch, him; if he talks of his wealth, don't try to sell him ; if he talks of his religion, don't trust him a dol? lar." ? Josh Billings says: "Menny people spend their time in trying to find the hole whar sin got into the world. If two men break through the ice into a mill pond, they had better hunt for some good hole to get out, rather than get into a long argument about the hole they fell in." ? A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against the wind, and not with the wind; even a head wind is better than none. No man ever worked his passage anywhere in a dead calm. Let no man wax pale, therefore, because of opposition. Op? position is what he wants and must have, to be Lgood for anything. Hardship is the native ^soil cf manhood and self-reliance. He who j cannot abide the storm without flinching, lies down by the wayside to be overlooked or for? gotten. P. P. TOALE, Charleston, S. C. f Laiigest and most complete \ \ Manufactory of Doors, Sashes, j ( Blinds, Mouldings, &c, in the \ \ Southern States. J Printed Price List Defies Competition, -?fl Bgy send for one. TjSa j?@- Sent free on application. May 5, 1870 45 ly NOTICE ! Valuable Water Powers and Small Im? provements for Sale! NO. 1, containing Ninety-threo Acres, known as the Major's Mill Place, seven miles West of Anderson Court House?the best unimproved water-power in the county. NO. 2, known as the Dr. Gaillard Mill Place, near the Railroad, eight miles North of Anderson Court House. Splendid water-power, plenty wa? ter and can be easily improved?a convenient and pleasant placo for machinery operations. Tkbms?One-half cash. For particulars, ad? dress the subscriber at Perryville, S. C. TH0MA8 HARPER. March I, 1870_88_ LIGHT, pleasant and profitable employnent guaranteed to persons in every part of the country. Suitable for ladies or gentlemen, boys or girls. Address XIX Century Publication Co., Charleston, 8. C. May 6, 1S70 46 4 THE POLICY-HOLDEBS' LIFE AND TONTINE ASSURANCE COMPANY OF THE SOUTH, 29 Broad Street,. Charleston, S. C, HAVING deposited. $50,000 with the Comp? troller General for the protection of its policy-holders, wiil issue the usual forms of Life and Endowment Policies. It is the most liberal Company to the Assured in the World. The Charter guarantees to the assured the cash surrender value of his policy after one annual pre? mium has been paid, except in case of fraud. It is the only purely mutual Company in the South. It has no Stockholders. All surplas profits must be divided among the policy-holders. It is thoroughly conservative. Its investments are confined by charter to the most solid securities, and it is under management of men of well established ability and integrity. Persons desiring any information will please communicate with any of the officers. WM. MCBURNEY, President. E. P. ALEXANDER, Vice Pres. and Act. GEO. E. BOGGS, Sec, and Gen: Agent JOHN T. DARBY, M, D., Med. Adviser.. JAMES A. HOYT, Local Agent for Andeison, and Dr. TH03. A. EVINS, Medical Examiner. April 21,1870 43 GEORGE tV. CARPENTER'S Compound Fluid Extract of Sarsa parilla, GEORGE W. CARPENTER'S. Compound Fluid Extract of Buchu THESE celebrated preparations, originally in? troduced by George W. Carpenter, under tho pat? ronage of the medical faculty, have been, eo long extensively used by Physicians and others, that they are generally known for their intrinsic Value, and can be relied on as bciug most valuable rem? edies in all cases where Sarsaparilla or Bucha &ro applicable, and cannot be too highly recommend? ed. They are prepared in a highly concentrated form, so as to render the dose small and conven? ient. Orders by mail or otherwise will receive prompt attention. GEORGE W. CARPENTER, HENSZEY & CO., Wholesale Chemical Warehouse, No. 737 Market street, Philadelphia. For sale by Walters & Baker and W. H. Nardin & Co., Anderson, S. C. Dow ie & Moise, Whohv sale Agents, Charleston, S. C. Oct21,1869 17 A. B. MULLIGAN, COTTON FACTOR AND General Commisson Merchant, ACCOMMODATIOSr WHARF, CHARLESTON, S. C. Liberal Advances made on Cotton. H@* I will, when placed in funds, purchase and lorward all kinds of Merchandize, Machine ry, Agricultural Implements, Manures, Seeds, &c Sept 23, 17G9 13 ly Greenville & Columbia Railroad. GENERAL SUPERINTENDENT'S OFFICE, 1 Columbia, January 15,1870. / ON and after WEDNESDAY, January 19, the following Schedule will be run daily, Sunday-ex? cepted, connecting with Night Train on South Carolina Rond, up and down, and with Nigh Train on Charlotte, Columbia and Augusta Road going North: L've Columbia 7.00 a m " Alston 8.40 a ra M Newb'ry 10.10 a m Ait. Abbeville 3.00 p ra M Anderson 4.20 p m " Gr'nville 5.00 p m L've Greenville 5.45 am " Anderson 6.25 a m " Abbeville 8.00 a m " Newb'ry 12.35 p m ?? Alston 2.10 p m Arr. Columbia 3.45 p m The Train will return from Belton to Anderson on Monday and Friday mornings. JAMES O. MEREDITH, Gen. Sup'fc, Jan 20, 1870 80 ii. bisc1i0ff. C. wulbrkn. J. H. P1XP1K. JOHN McFALL, WITH HENRY BISCH0FF & CO., WHOLESALE GROCERS, a."jd dealers in WINES, LIQUORS, Cigars, Tobacco, &o., NO. 197 EAST BAY, (DMA&ILIESir?If, S?0 CA. Nov 25, 1869 22 Schedule Blue Ridge Railroad. ON aud after this date the following schedule will be observed by the Passenger Trains over this Road : up. doww. L've Anderson, 4.20 p m " Pendleton,5.20 " ? Perryville, 6.10 " Arr. Walhalla, 7.00 ? L've Walhalla, 3.30 a m " Perryville, 4.10 " " Pendleton, 5.10 M Arr. Anderson, 6.10 " In cases of detention on the G. and C. R. the train on this Road will wait one hour for the train from Belton, except on Saturdays, when it will wait until the arrival of the Belton train.' W. H. D. GAILLARD, Sup't. March 10, 1870 ?7 Tutt's Vegetable Liver Pills ! For Liver Complaint, Billiousness, &o. Tutt's Sarsaparilla and Queen's Delight, For purifying the blood. Tutt's Expectorant, For Cough's, Cold's, Consumption, &c, &cf Tutt's Improved Hair Dye, The best in the world, Are for sale in Anderson by Waltbbs & Baskr, Druggists, and Druggists and Merchants generally throughout the United Slates. July 29 1869 5 ly JAMES H. THORNWElili^ .Attorney at Law, ANDERSON C. H., S. C. Bap* Office in the residence immediately oppo? site Dr. Cater's, on Main street. Feb 3, 1870 32 8m Flour, Bacon, Corn, &c AFINE lot of Flour, Bacon, Corn, &e., oa hand, and for sale cheap by M. LESSER, Agent March 24, 1870 89 You had better Believe It. ALL persons owing me money had better com? forward and pay up, or they will certainly be sued. M. LESSER, Agent. March 24,1870 89 Groceries. SUGAR, Coffee, Tea, Syrups, and all kinds Groceries can be had, at red.iced prices for cash, by going to M. LESSER, Agent March 24, 1870 39 The Spondulix! HAVING purchased my Goods for cash, I want it strictly understood that I must have cash for them. M. LESSER, Agent. Maroh 24, 1870 39