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HOYT & CO.. Proprietors. ANDERSON C. EL, S. 0., THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 3, 1874. BEATH OR MARRIAGE. The ancient clock in Deacon Shermer's old feshioned kitchen was slowly chiming the hour of nine. It was no smart toy, no trifle of bronze or alabaster, but a tall, sqare solid relic <of the last century, looking not unlike a coffin tease set on end, in the corner?a clock that had lasted through lour generations, and judg? ing from appearances was likely to last through several more. Deacon Shermer cherished the old heir-loom with a sort of pride which he himself would scarcely have confessed to. TThere was a great ruddy fire of chestnut logs in the red brick-paved fire-place; and the can? dles in the brightly polished brass sticks were winking merrily from the high wooden mantle, where they shared the post of honor with a 'curious sea shell, and a couple of vases, each containing a fresh osage orange, from the hedge that skirted the clover field behind the barn. At the window, a curtain of gaudy chintz shut out the tens of thousands of stars that were shining brightly on that frosty autumn night, and on the cosy rug of the parti-colored rags, a fat tortoise'shell cat purred away the slowly lapsing minutes. But the tortoise shell cat was not the only inhabitant of the snug farm bouse kitchen. "Timothy I" said Mary Shermer, decidedly, *'if you don't behave yourself I'll?" What she would do, Mary did not say; the sentence was terminated by a laugh that set the dimples around her mouth in motion, just as a beam of June sunshine plays across a cluster of red-ripe cherries. Mary Shermer was just seventeen?a plump * rosy girl, with jet hair brushed back from a low forehead, and perfectly arched eyebrows, I that gave a bewitching expression of surprise to a pair of melting hazel eyes. She was ? rather dark; but the severe critic would not have found fault with the peach-like bloom upon her cheeks and the dewy red of her full, daintily curved lips. Evidently Mr. Timothy Marshall was quite satisfied with Mary's style of beauty. "Come, Mary," said Tim, moving his chair where he could best watch the flush of the fire? light upou her face, and picking up the thread <of the conversation where he had dropped it when it became necessary for Mary to bid him "behave himself?"you might promise. It's nine o'clock, and your father will soon be home." "What, Tim J" said Mary, demurely, fitting a square red in her patch-Work, and intently observiag the fact. "Nonsense, Maryl You know what very well. Promise to marry me before Christmas ! I tell you what, Mary, it is all very well for you to keep putting it off, but I can't stand it. What with your father's forbidding me in the I house and that romantic Tom Stanley's coming here every Sunday night??-" Mary gave her pretty head a toss. "As if Mr. Stanley's coming here made any difference in my feelings, Tim !" "No; but Mary, it isn't pleasant, you know, I am as good as Tom Stanley, if t don't own railroad shares and keep an account at HamiN j ton bank ; aud I love you, Mary, from the very bottom of my heart! Now> this matter lies between you and me only ; no other person in the wide world has a right to interfere between us. Come?promise me !" He held both her hands in his, and looked earnestly into the liquid hazel eyes. "Do you love me, Mary ?" "You know I love you, Tim." "Then we may just as well? Hush I what's that?" Then there was a portentious sound of draw ing bolts and rattling latches in the perch room beyond?a scraping of heavy boots along the floor. Mary rose to ner feet with a sudden scarlet suffusion on her brow and cheeks. "Oh, Tim, it is father I" "Suppose it is I" "But he musn't find you here, Tim ! Hide yourself somewhere, do!" "What nonsense, Mary," said the young man, resolutely standing his ground. "I havn't come to steal his spoons. Why should I creep away like a detected burglar?" "For my sake, Tim. Oh, Tim, if you ever loved me, do as I say! Not in that closet; it is close to his bed-room; not through that window; it is nailed down tight. He's com? ing ! He's coming! Here, Tim, quick I" And in the drawing of a breath she had pushed Timothy Marshall into the square pen? dulum case of the tall old clock and turned the key on him. It was not a pleasant place ?of refuge, inasmuch as his shoulders were squeezed on either side, and his head flattened against springs and wheels above, and the air was unpleasant and close; but Tim r .ade the best of matters, and shook with suppressed ?laughter iu his solitary prison cell. "Well! a jolly scrape to be in," thought Tim, "and no knowing when I'll be out of it. Mary's a shrewd little puss, however, and I can't do better than to leave matters in her j bands." I "'So you havn't gone to bed yet, Mary ?" said deacon Shermer, slowly unwinding the two yards of woolen scarf with which he generally encased his throat of an evening. ""Not yet, father," said Mary picking up her scattered bits of patchwork with a glowing cheek. "Bid you have a pleasant meeting, father?" e "Well, yes," quoth the deacon, reflectively, sitting down before the fire, greatly to Mary's consternation?she had hoped he would have goue to bed at once, according to his usual cus? tom?"it was tolerably pleasant. Elder Hus? kier was there, and Elder Hopkins?and?well, ?U the church folks pretty much. Why, how red your cheeks are, Mary ! Tired, ain't you ? Well, you needn't sit up for me, my dear; it must be getting late." The deacon glanced mechanically up at the clock, Mary felt the blood growing cold in her veins. "Twenty minutes past nine?why, it must be later than that! Why, land o' Ca? naan, the old clock has stopped." The old clock had stopped, nor was it wonderful, uuder the circumstances. "I wound it up this raorn in', I'm sartin," said the deacon, very much | disturbed. "It's never sarved me such a trick afore, all the years it's stood there. Your aunt Jane used to say it was a sign of death or mar? riage in the family before the year was out." There was a suppressed sound like a chuckle behind the clock case, as Deacon Shermer fumbled on the shelf for a clock key. "These wrings must be out of order somehow," said the deacon, decisively. "How scared you look, child ! There ain't no cause for bein' scared. I don't put much faith in your aunt Jane's old time superstition. Where in the name of all possessed is the key ? I could ha' declared I left it in the case." "Isn't it on the shelf, father?" asked Mary, guiltily, conscious that it was snugly reposing in the"pocket of her pretty, checked gingham dress. "No, nor 'taint in my pocket neither." And down went the deacon, stiffly enough, on his knees, to examine the floor, less perchance the missing key might have fallen there. "Well, I never knowed anything so strange in all my life," said the deacon. "It in really strange," faltered, hypocritical-1 ?TU have a regular search to-morrow," said deacon Shermer. "It must be somewhere around." "Yes, it certainly must," said Mary, tremu? lously. "Only," the deacon went on slowly, resuming his place before the fire, "I kind 'o don't like to have the old clock stand still a single night. When I wake up, you know, it seems like it was sorter 'o talking to me in the stillness." The deacon looked thoughtful at the fiery back log. Mary fidgeted uneasily about the room, straightening table covers, setting back chairs and thinking?oh, if he would only go to his bed! As he sat there his eyelids began to droop, and his head to nod somnolently. Mary*s eyes brightened up with a sparkle something like hope. "Child 1" he said, suddenly, straightening up the stiff back chair, "you'd better go to bed. I'll sit up a while longer till the logs burn out!" "But, father, I am not sleepy!" "Go to bed, my child !" reiterated the deacon with a good humored authority that brooked no opposition; and Mary crept out of the room, ready to cry with anxiety and mortifica? tion. "If Tim will only keep quiet a little while longer," she thought, sitting on the stairs while the newly risen moon streamed in chilly splen? dor. "Father sleeps so soundly?and he is sure to go to sleep in his chair. I could just steal in and release him as quietly as possible." She sat there, her plump fingers interlaced, and her eyes fixed dreamily on the floor, while all the time her ears were strained to the ut? most capacity to catch every sound in the kitchen beyond. Hark ! was that the wail of the wind, or was it something to her literally "hearer and daughter ?" Yes; she could not be mistaken now, it was actually a snore. Mary rose softly to her feet witli renewed hope. Surely now was the accepted time. Noiselessly as the floating shadow she crossed the hall, opened the kitchen door and stole across the creaking boards of the floor. The candles were burned out; but the shifting lus? tre of the firelight revealed her father nodding before the fire, with closed eyes and hands hanging at bis sides. "He's certainly asleep," thought Mary. With a heart that beat quick and fast she drew the key from her pocket and proceeded, in spite of the nervous trembling of her fing? ers, to lift out the lock. So absorbed was she that she never noticed the cessation of the I heavy breathing?never saw the deacon start suddenly into wakefulness and look around him. Love is blind, and it is equally true that he is deaf. The deacon rose quickly up with a shrewd twinkle in his eyes, and Mary gave a little frightened shriek as a hand fell softly on her arm, possessing itself quietly of the key. "Let me help you," said the deacon. "Father, I?I found the key," faltered Mary, "and-" "Found the key, ehl" returned the deacon. "Well, that's lucky; and now We can find out what's the matter with the clock." Suiting the action to his Words, he opened the door of the clock case. "Ha?lo!" exclaimed the deacon, as Mr. Timothy Marshall tumble ink. the room. "So you was the matter with the clock, eh ?" "Yes> sir/' Baid Tim composedly. "I hope I havnH injured the works of the clock serious ly." "You've seriously interfered with me /" said the deacon, Waxing indignant. "What do you mean, sir, by hiding in my house like a bur? glar?" "Indeed! indeed! father," cried Mary, bursting^uto tears, "it wasn't his fault. He didn't want to hide, but I put him there." "You did, eh ! And may I ask why you did it?" "Father," faltered Mary, rather irrelevantly, "I love him and?he loves me !" "Is that any reason why he should hide in the clock cose, miss?" "No?but?father 1 oh, father! I can never marry Mr. Stanley. He is so soft, and I?" Mary's tears finished the sentence for her. The deacon looked down (not unkindly) on her bowed head and the tender arm that sup f)ortcd it. Apparently, "the course of true ove," roughly though it ran, was overwhelm? ing all his own worldly-wise arrangements in its tide. "And so you two young folks really think you love each other ?" said the deacon, medita? tively. "I love her with all my heart and soul, sir," said Tim Marshall, earnestly. "I'm not rich, I know, but I can work for her ?" "And I can work for myself, too, father," interposed Mary, with eyes that shone like softened stars. "And you said yourself, sir," went on Tim,! "that the stopping of the clock meant either a 'death or a marriage.' Of course we don't want any deaths; so, Mr. Shermer, now don't you think the most sensible thing we can do is to help on a marriage as soou as possible ?" The deacon laughed in spite of himself. "It's late," he said. "Come around to-morrow morning aud we'll talk about it. No, Mary, I am not angry with you, child. I 'spose young folks will be young folks, and there's uo use tryin' to stop them." As the deacon rehung the pendulum and set the iron tongue of the old clock talking again, Tim Marshall paused on the doorstep to whis? per to Mary: "What shall it be Mary, a death or a mar? riage?" And she in turn whispered, "a marriage, I hope." "My darlitig!" said Tim, "it's worth passing a lifetime behind the clock case to feel as I do now." Radical Discomfiture.?It is wonderful how soon the devices of the Radicals, intended to perpetuate their power, have been turned in? to the means of their defeat. It is the old story of being hoisted by one's own petard. ^ West Virginia was illegally erected into a State for the sole purpose of sending two Rad? icals to the United States Senate. Rut after the present session that State will have two Democrats in the Senate, and we suppose the last Republican has been elected in West Vir? ginia. Negro suffrage was established for the sole purpose of increasing the Republican represen? tation in Congress from the Southern States. Without it the South bad but fifty members of Congress. With it they are now entitled to seventy-three* As the Republican party will have in the next Congress but sixteen Repre? sentatives, the gain to the Democracy by the establishment of negro suffrage may very easily be seen. Thus in the short space of six or seven years, the devices of the enemies of the country have been turned against themselves, and the very means they violently and illegally adopted to perpetuate their power are now the fruitful Bources of their utter defeat and discomfiture.? Wilmington Journal. ? No man can enjoy religion who does uot keep himself clean. The Financial Question. There arc three or four questions on which Congress ought, at this session, to put its best foot forward ; but the subject of the first mag? nitude is the finances. The political revolution is chiefly the consequence of last year's panic and 'this year's stagnation. Had the business of the country continued to goon swimmingly, as it did for several years previous to the panic, neither the Louisiana usurpation, nor the sala? ry grab, nor tbe Washington ring exposures, ; nor even the third term aspirations of the President, could have shaken the republican ascendancy. Everything was forgiven, and would have continued to be forgiven, so long as the pockets and prosperity of the people were not touched. It was business prostration that first opened the eyes of the people to the shortcomings and malversation of the party in power, and induced them to listen to complaints which would otherwise have passed unheeded. A revival of business would pu.L the people in better humor, and it is in the power of this Congress to contribute so powerfully to the re? suscitation of public prosperity as to take the wind out of the sails of the victorious democ? racy. But courage, energy and sagacity are requisite to this end. Under our government great financial meas? ures have almost always had their birth in the Executive Department, like Hamilton's fiscal policy under Washington and Chase's fiscal policy under Lincoln. If President Grant would promptly reorganize his Cabinet and present to Congress a well digested plan of finance it might be carried through at the com? ing session by administration pressure, and the republican party redeemed in popular estima? tion. But if this great subject is left to the unguided action of Congress, the prospect is slender, indeed, that so inharmonious a body will agree on any measures which the coun? try would indorse. The fountain of such leg? islation should be now, as it has always been on great occasions, the financial sagacity of an able Cabinet capable of impressing its views on Congress. Without a new Cabinet of com? manding ability, the next session will be as barren in valuable results as was the last, a contest of competing financial crotchets, result? ing in no policy fitted to inspire confidence. There is no class of subjects in which the steadying.hand of an enlightened administra? tion is so necessary as currency and finance? subjects which few public men understand and on which a well selected Cabinet would possess more wisdom than all tbe members of Congress put together. It is reported that President Grant will re? commend the earliest possible return to specie payments in his annual message. This is all very well so far as it goes, but is not very en? lightening. Nearly all the business men in the Eastern, and quite a proportion in the Western States, desire a return to the specie standard; but they do not see the way and have a right to demand that the President shall not merely echo their sentiments, but point out safe and specific measures for reaching that great result. If the financial sagacity of Sec? retary Chase had taken him no further than a declaration that Congress ought to supply means for prosecuting the war, so obvious a financial truism could have gained him no credit. His fame rests on the fact that he was able to tell how the thing could be done and to convince Congress of the practicability of his methods. If President Grant, has no definite plan for restoring the specie standard he might as well leave the whole subject out of his message, since it amounts to nothing to say that a thing*is desirable without showing how it may be attained. Perhaps the best recommendation which the President could make to Congress on this sub? ject would be a law permitting the holders of greenbacks to fund them in five percent, gold bonds. Five per cent, bonds of the United States are at par, or about par in gold ; and the greenbacks would be speedily brought to par if made exchangeable for such bonds. The funding of the greenbacks would, of course, reduce the volume of the currency ; but there is no danger that the process would be so rap? id as to?embftrrass the business of the country. So long as money could be loaned on good se? curity at seven per cent or six per cent inter? est it would not be exchanged for bonds yield? ing only five per cent, and the funding of the greenbacks would proceed but a little way be? fore the contraction of the currency would car? ry up the market price of money, and check the funding by opening more profitable employ? ments for capital than investing it in a form which yielded only five per cent interest. As the privilege of converting the greenbacks in? to bonds would be permauent there would be no haste to secure a transient advantage, and so long as there was an active demand for business uses the greenbacks would be loaned to merchants in preference to funding them. But they would steadily and inevitably tend to par with gold, and as soon as there is no differ? ence in value between gold and greenbacks the most difficult part of the financial problem is solved. It is true that the greenbacks fun? ded in this way could not be recovered to the I circulation. But they would be. maintained at j par, and occasional deficiencies in the curren? cy might always be supplied by redeemable bank notes, which would be returned to the banks when no longer wanted in the channels ofbusinoM. There is, perhaps, no way of re-! turning to specie value* so simple, direct and effective as a permanent law authorizing the funding of the greenbacks in five per cent gold bonds. Christian*.?It has been made a question, by whom was this very appropriate name giv? en? It was not, probably, originated by the disciples themselves, for it is not stated that they called themselves Christians, but that they were called so. It is pretty certain the unbe? lieving Jews would not have conceded the name, for that would have been admitting that Jesus was the Christ, though the Jewish converts might have adopted it, and they were numbered by thousands. Roman converts keeping a dis? tinctive term, as we have seen, would very nat? urally have fallen upon it. Hut, however it may have been started, we may be sure that the hand of God was in it, and that the Provi? dence that named the Saviour from his birth, and many also of his servants, would be ex? tended to the naming of the great company of the elect. And wc may rejoice that the name Christian is one that can repel no foe, and one that every convert from every clan and tribe and generation of the whole earth may rejoice to beark ? In the short journey of life, how many and how great are the changes through which we pass! Childhood gives place to youth, and that in turn to manhood's prime, only to be suc? ceeded by the steadier tramp of riper years, and the faltering steps of age! And still the march goes on, and change succeeds to change, until wc reach the grave, with nought of what we have been or had but a few treas? ured memories of by-gone things?relics of a beautiful and blessed past! ? The man who loves children and whom j children instinctively love is always a man with a good and sympathetic heart. A Phantom Feast. A correspondent of the New York World sends the following account of a mysterious oc? currence to that journal, and vouches for its authenticity: There is a gentleman who visits our city once every three years, who excites ti great deal of interest on account of some peculiar circum? stances which always attend him. His per? sonal appearance is striking?rather tall, with head firmly set on broad shoulders, iron gray hair, brushed off from a full, white forehead, well cut features, and eyes dark, with a strange inward expression. He takes rooms at one of our first class hotels, and remains three days. The first is spent in giving directions for a I banquet to be served in his private apartments, and he is particular to the minutest detail. The second day he superintends everything, and his face wears an anxious look. At about four o'clock he retires to his dressing room, af- j ter giving a last injunction to the servants to be j in attendance at the appointed time. The hour approaches; the table is res- j plendent with silver, crystal, and flowers; the servants stand expectantly waiting, yet no I guests have arrived. At length the doors of the inner room open and the strange gentleman enters, his face, flushed and head bent, as if listening to some remark addressed to him, With polite gesture he indicates seats to nu? merous invisible guests, and at last seats him? self at the head of the table. With a motion to the astonished servants he signifies his wish to have the covers removed aud the different 1 courses served. pears to be engaged in earnest conversation, frequently bowing and smiling toward differ? ent parts of the table. At length the wine is poured, every glass is filled, and as this is done the host rises, holding his glass high over his head. Instantly every chair is filled with lov? ely women and courtly men, sparkling eyes look love to eyes that speak again, and rosy lips seem ready to part with rippling laughter. Soon the ladies disappear through the door? I float, as it were, out of sight?and the gentle? men remain. Conversation seems to be renewed, when suddenly the gaze of all is riv? eted upon two young men who appear to be [ very angry. They both rise excitedly, one draws a dagger, uplifts his arm, aud, with quick descending motion, buries it in the bosom of a beautiful girl who has rushed in and thrown herself in front of the intended victim. Jew? els gleam on her polished throat and amid the shining gold of her hair, while her life blood, like a crimson thread, slowly trickles over the snowy whiteness of her dress. Every face is filled with a look of horror, and with a cry of agony the host falls back in ! his chair insensible, aud as he falls the guests fade away and vanish into air. Nearly all of the servants have long since fled with fright, but a few, allowing their curi? osity to overcome their fear, have remained to the end. They now summon assistance, and the strange gentleman is carried to his bed. For a long time all means of resuscitating him failed, but at length, with a deep sigh, he opens his eyes and moans, "Oh, is it all over ?" Then he falls into a deep slumber, and so re? mains until the afternoon of the third day, when he makes his appearance at the office, calm and collected, calls for his bill, pays it without the least demur, orders a carriage, and is driven to the Grand Central depot, and there we lose sight of him until three years roll over our heads, when we feei sure that he will visit us again. There are many stranger things happen than ever appear in print, and this probably would have been one of them had not the public be? come excited over the Eddy mysteries, and fairly roused our scientific men to investigate the indefinable something that steals up stairs after us evcry-day people, and lays its cold hand upon us in our sleep. The circumstances here related can be cor? roborated by a number of people, if necessary. Dr.-, who has been a witness of them, has a theory which may be the right one after all, chimerical as it may seem at first. In this case he thinks the gentleman has in reality ?one through, just such a scene as has been escribed, and that probably the young lady was his daughter. The dreadful shock her loss produced acted in a peculiar way upon his brain. It must take three years for some unknown force to work within him to the point when he feels compelled, perhaps, as a sort of relief, to repeat as near as possible the event. When the wine appears this inner force must be reacting to culmination, and the vision,so inten? sely vivid in the mind, is projected into or up? on the atmosphere, like a reflection in the glass, so that it becomes visible to all who may be present. When he falls the force is expended, and the phantasmagoria disappears. The prolonged insensibility followed by a deep sleep is an effort of nature to repair exhaus? tion and restore equilibrium. A Strange Dream Fulfilled. TCcv. L. W. Lewis, in his rcminisences of the War, published in the Texas Christian Advo? cate, relates the annexed remarkable instance as literally true. The battle referred to was that of Prairie Grove, in Northwest Arkansas, fought December 7,18cS2: "A curious fulfillment of a dream occurred at the battle under my own eyes. A man by the name of Joe Williams had told a dream to many of his fellow soldiers, some of whom had related it to me months previous to the occur? rence which I now relate: "He dreamed that wccrossed a river, marched over a mountain, and camped near a church located in a wood, near which a terrible battle J ensued, and in a charge just as wc crossed the j ravine, he was shot in the breast. On the ever memorable 7th of December, 18(52, as we moved at double-quick to take our place in the line of battle, then already hotly engaged, we passed Prairie drove church, a small framed building, belonging to the Cumberland Presbyterians, I was riding in the flank of the command, and opposite to Williams, as we came in view of the house. That is the church, Colonel j I saw in my dream,' said he. I made no reply, and nev? er thought of the matter again until in the evening. We had broken the enemy's line, and were in full pursuit, when we came upon a dry ravine in the wood, and Williams said : 'Just on the other side of the hollow I was shot in my dream, and I will stick my hat under my shirt.' Suiting the action to the word as he rati along, he doubled it up and crammed it in his bosom. Scarcely had he adjusted it before a minie ball knocked him out of line. Jumping up quickly he pulled out his hat waved it over his head and shouted: Tin all right!' The ball raised a black spot about the size of a man's hand just over his heart and dropped into his shoe." ? Our ideas of heaven are all borrowed from i things of earth. The blind cannot, comprehend colors, nor the deaf sounds: so it is impossible for an inhabitant of this world to understand what heaven means. Our highest conceptions I of it barely transcend the perfection of earthly bliss. Fancy paiuts it in pictures with which we are familiar. ' I All I found silence, and yet the host ap The Era of Peace. That Northern man must be cross-grained and very hard to please who is not satisfied with the conduct of the Southern whites since the election. They have won a great victory i in breaking the backbone of the powerful com 1 bination of carpet-baggers and negro dupes which has long misgoverned their country. In the revolution they have wrought they are ! sustained by the public sentiment which has j triumphed at the North. They see that they I are in happy accord with the majority, of voters I in the Northern States for the first time since I the close of the war. This emboldens them to I speak out their minds freely and in full conti- I ! dence that they will be understood and appre- \ , ciated. And they are doing so in a way that ? J leaves no doubt of their sincerity. The tone ? I of the Southern press is simply admirable, j ; We read nowhere in its pages a word of ven-1 ; geance on the late tyrants. There is but little ! ! of exultation even ; but we note everywhere a remarkable modesty and reserve. The be-t men of the South have long been disposed to j forget the ancient grudge of the war. Only a few Southerners of influence have sullenly cherished the old animosities. And now we find the whole Conservative party of the South generously inclined to forgive and forget the carpet-baggers and the negro allies who have mercilessly plundered them for nearly ten years. It is revenge enough to kuow that these petty despots are overthrown in some States and that in others their doom is near at hand. The men of the South will be content to take the wreck which carpet-bagism has left to them and rebuild and refurnish the vessel as best they can. In the kindness of their hearts they may go so far as to refrain from prosecu? ting and punishing any of the theiving rings which they have broken ; though we hope that such magnanimity will not be extended to men who do not in the least deserve it. When New York City voted down the ring, the next step in order was to catch the thieves and put them in prison, and that fate they could avoid only by flight. The South seems only too happy at the prospect of escape from carpet-bag domina? tion to tnink of penalties for her oppressors. Before the elections the Radicals asserted that whenever they were defeated there would be an immediate outcry for a repeal of all the legislation conferriug rights upon the freed men. This was a wanton misstatement of Southern Conservative feeling. In their cam? paigns the Conservatives pledged themselves, if successful, to respect the acquired rights of the negroes; and on this promise they received in many places a large share of the colored vote, and since the election they have volunta? rily renewed those pledges in the strongest terms. The Democratic State Committee of Alabama say in their congratulatory address: "These duties require of us that justice mtlst be fairly administered according to the laws of the land; that the rights of all the people of Alabama, both of person and of property, must be preserved inviolate ; that there must be no oppression of any race or class of men," &c., and other passages of the address are to the same effect. The Charleston Newt and Courier says in the same vein : "The Southern whites should seize every opportunity of prov? ing that, as their power increases, so will they do more and more for the moral and intellect tual elevation and the material advancemen of the negro, maintaining him in freedom^ en? abling him to earn more and live better." Sen? ator Gordon, (Conservative,) in a speech at Augusta after the election, asked that he be commissioned to pledge anew the fidelity of the people of Georgia "to the Constitution and the laws, their support of all rightful authority, their cordial friendship for every man and all men of all sections who will aid in restoring peace to the sections, justice to the States, lib? erty to the citizens, purity to the government and the constitution to its supremacy." Such is the language of the Conservative press and platform, with no exception worthy of remark; and we point to it as augury of great good to the whole country. It is of the utmost impor? tance to the peace and prosperity of the Union that this right feeling should be manifested spontaneously at the South, and not be forced out of her by the pressure of other sections. The great mistake of the Administration has been in using unnecessary means to compel the Southern people to do justice to the freed men and to respect the constitution and the laws. The truth is that they have not been wanting in consideration for the colored race, nor in obedience to the laws, and the compul? sory policy of the administration was superflu? ous and insulting. This is now evident when we see that in the moment of Conservative success at the South the leaders voluntarily bind themselves to be as respectful of the laws and of the rights of the humblest as the warm? est Radical friend of the negro could desire. One of the objects sought for in the political revolution was to restore harmony to the white and black races at the South, and to banish the last trace of dissension between lately rival sections of the country, and this great end, we may now say, is in a fair way of accomplish? ment.?New York Journal of Commerce. The Burial of the Radical Party.--A writer of more than ordinary ability has per? petrated a piece of poetry which is certainly very appropriate, and for the benefit of our readers we give it hi full: "Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As its corpse to oblivion wo hurried, Not a tone escaped a gentleman's throat, When the Radical party wo? buried. "We buried it deep in the dirty soil, So deep they'll ne'er uncover it. Unless some Radical boring for oil, By thcilearly-lovcdsccntshould discover it. "Its collin was made of a ballot-box, With white men's votes around it; And it looked like a baboon taking its rest, With a linen duster around it. "Its carpel-bag we placed on its tomb, With ft paper collar within it, On that we laid a line tooth comb, With a Jerusalem traveler upon it," ? A singular story comes from a town In Pennsylvania, illustrating anew the intimate relations existing between the moral and phy? sical parts of the human economy. A young lady named McLean, who had hern suffering for weeks from an attack or typhoid fever, was the other afternoon deemed well enough to be left alone a feW minutes'. She was sleeping soundly at this,time, but happened to wake with a start, and seeing the red rays of the set? ting sun streaming in at the window, was seized with the idea that the house was oil fire, She sprang from the bed, ran to the door, and gave the alarm. Her friends came instantly to her relief, and quelling hex fears, induced her to return to bed. The .sudden fright she had experienced, however, was too much for her weakened nerves; she failed rapidly from that moment, and died Within twenty-four hours. ? We know rieArly as much of the future as we do of the past. Memory records what has been?iiriagination pictures what is tobe. The present reaches but a little way, like the circle of light formed by a lamp carried in the pitchy night, beyond which we appreciate nothing. ' Annual Meeting of tlie State Tax Union. The following abstract of proceedings of the State Tax Union, at the annual meeting held in j Columbia on the 25th of November, we extract from the Union-Herald : Mr. Hamilton, of Chester, offered the follow? ing preamble and resolutions, and they were adopted: Whereas it is not the intention of this body, or the tax-payers by it represented, to make ! any captious opposition to the administration i of the State government by Governor Cham* j berlain> but, on the contrary, to furnish all the j aid and moral support possible to the chief ex J ecutive of the State in bringing about the great reforms of which he has so strODglv spoken in ! his campaign speeches, and for tue carrying out of which he has so solemnly pledged him ' self to the people of South Carolina; and i whereas it appears to be of imperative necessity ? to the happiness and welfare of the people of ! South Carolina that the following measures of reform shall be enacted by the general assem? bly and effected by the governor, to wit: j 1. That the expenses of the State govern ! ment be by law at once reduced within fixed I and reasonable limits, and the present tax levy I for the present year be curtailed in conformity ; to such reduction. 2. That astringent law for the registration of j the voters of the State, in obedience to the man I datory requirement of the constitution, be pass j ed by the general assembly. 3. That his excellency the governor shall at once, by his power of removal and appointment, effect a change in the officials now holding of? fice by executive sanction, so that the incom? petent and dishonest officials may be removed, and that competent and honest men may be ap? pointed in their places ; therefore be it Resolved, That a committee of five be ap? pointed by the president of this body, who shall be authorized to seek audience of his excellency the governor and urge his recommendation and support of such measures of reform. Resolved, That said committee have power to confer with any committee or committees of the general assembly for the purpose of securing, if possible, the objects indicated in this pream? ble and resolutions. Resolved, That said committee do report, from time to time, to the presidentof this body, their actings, doings and conclusions, with any spe? cial recommendations. 4. That the governor be requested to extend the time for the payment of taxes, with a view to obtaining a reduction. These resolutions were maturely considered, discussed at some length, aud adopted without dissent. The following named gentlemen co?? stitute the committee under the first, viz: Mr* Hamilton, bf Chester; Mr. Moore, of Beaufort; Mr. Wallace, of Rich land ; Mr. Muller, of Lex? ington) and Mr. Wylie, of Lancaster. The following supplementary resolution, of? fered by Mr. Robertson, of York, and amended by Mr. Jeter, of Union was also adopted unan? imously : Resolved, That the committee be charged with requesting that the general assembly pro? vide by law for the election of justices of the peace, as provided for by the constitution ; and also for that of county auditors and county treasurers. A paper was submitted by Mr. William Wal? lace, which was referred to the committee of five. - , mt i a* ??? President Grant and Civil Rights.? The reliable and interesting correspondent of i the Baltimore Sun, writing from Washington i under date of November 20th, gives the opin? ions of President Grant respecting the civil rights bill) which are mainly sensible and wise i The President, in conversation upon the civil rights bill, expressed the opinion that he has always looked upon some of the measures nd vocated in that connection .as exceedingly utt* wise. He does not think that legislation oNs signed to regulate the social reltttloiis ?i4 fthy class of people is judicious, and gcrtcrally gives rise to a state of feeling calculated to do more mischief than good. There were some things which had better find their own level than to undertake to force results out of the natural course. Every citizen, he believes, is entitled to certaiu rights, and be he white or black, rich or poor, those rights should be enjoyed in un? trammelled freedom. So far he has favored civil rights, but when it has been brought up as a social question, in which Congressional inter? ference can effect no beneficial results, and on* ! ly annoy a very large, influential and intelligent class, he has opposed any further steps, aud had the bill before Cougless last ses-ion been pre? sented for his signature, as We already know, he would have vetoed it, and that he will do with any other bill of a similar nature with similar provisions On social questions. In the matter of mixed schools, the President remarks that to enforce such a measure would be of no service to the colored man, and would destroy the Com? mon schools of the United States, and deprive the poor of all classes of an education. What change there might be in public sentiment on this subject in the.future he thought the future had better determine. It is quite evident to him that mixed schools would drive away the children of a large class who need education, and for whom the free schools were first estab? lished. He only alluded in this toattcr to the past of the National Government. As far as the action of the States Were concerned, that was a question entirely local and for them to decide. If public sentiment favored mixed schools they could have them, but it was no part of Congress to force such a measure, wheth? er or not, upon communities of antagonistic views. The President thinks that there should be appropriate provisions everywhere for the education of t he colored race, and experience bus already demonstrated that where the num? bers are great they should have their own schools and a proportionate share of the re? ceipts for the support of schools, and Where the numbers are small they have almost universally ken admitted to the public schools of the whites. I ? A Pittsburg preacher has been requested to repeat his sermon arid "say it slow." In one sentence he says: "The marvelous multitudi nousncss of the minutiae of the' corroborating circumstances are the insurmountable difficul j ties which unmistakably prevent the skeptic from discovering truth." But suppose the circumnainbicnt neb?lousness of the negations which would nullify the nonentities of skepti? cal cogitations was enlightened by the irrides cent irradiations of clarified aud glorified iutui tidns, what then ? ? There is no ingredient in cooking cabbage that gives it quite as good a flavor as a heap? ing table-spoonful of sugar. Cook the usual way, cream, butter, salt, and sprinklingof flour if you like, but don't forget the finishing touch that is found in sugar. ? Girls, as you value your lives, don't get up and get breakfast in the mornings. A young lady attempted it one day last week, and was burned to death. Show this to your mammas. ? The time for patience is when your hat blows off in tlie street and your eyes are too full of dirt to sec which way it goes".