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RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION.?Tiro Dollars per annum, and O.te Dollae for six months. Subscriptions are not taken for a leas period than six months. Liberal deductions made to clabs of ten or more subscribers. BATES OF AD TERTISXfG.?One Dollar per square ol one inch for the first insertion, and Fifty Cents per square for subsequent insertienslessthan three months. No advertisement counted less than a square. Liberal contracts will be made with those wishing I to advertise for three, six or twelve months. Ad? vertising by contract must be confined to the im? mediate ousincss of the firm OS individual contrac? ting. Obituary Notices exceeding five lines, Tributes of Respect, and all personal communications or matters of individual interest, will be charged for at advertising rates. Announcements of marriages and deaths, and notices of a religious character, are respectfully solicited, and will be Inserted gratis. BY HOYT & CO. ANDERSON, S. 0? THURSDAY, JUNE 29, 1876. VOL. XI-NO. 50. LEGAL ADVERTISING.?Vit are compelled to require cash payments for advertising ordered by Executors, Administrators and other fiduciaries, and herewith append the rates for the ordinary notices, which will only be inserted when the money comos with the order: Citations, two insertions, - S3.0O Estate Notices, three insertions, - - 2.09 Final Settlements, five insertions - - 3.00 TO CORRESPONDENTS.?In order to receive attention, communications must be accompanied by the true name and address of the writer. Re? jected manuscripts will not be returned, unless the necessary stamps arc furnished to repay the poslagc thereon. &ir We arc not responsible for the views ana opinions of our correspondents. AH communications should be addressed fb "Ed' itors Intelligencer," and all checks, drafts, money orders, Ac, should be made payable to the order of HOYT & CO., Anderson, S. C. MY L1XY-0F-THE-VALLEY. "Peep!" It was a cheery, almost childish voice, well known and loved by me; and yet I startled la half affright, so deep was my reverie. Keveries, the majority of cases, probably, nave love for their inspiring gci; but this was an exceptional one, else I had surely been prepared for any such surprise this, from the very priestess herself love. Not that she acknowledged it, or either, for that matter. But we were both finite, and love is infinite. "Yon little puss 1" I exclaimed, "how you frightened me!" "Do I look so like a fright, then, my masquerading?" "Of course not You are always charming. Bnt your voice?" "Was harsh and?" "How dexterously you do fish for com? pliments this afternoon 1 You know your voice is soft and musical, for I have told yon so several times; and?" "Ha, ha,ha! Goon." "It was that very sweetness and soft ? ness that startled me, being so antipodal to my thoughts just then." 'There!" a sudden seriousness settling over her manner. "That convinces me that you are not obeying your doctor. You must have been thinking of those dreadful columns of figures, and 'puts,' and 'calls,' and 'shorts,' and such ridiculous nonsense. Don't you remem ber yon told me you shouldn't think of any 'calls,' bat calling the cows, nor any 'shorts' bnt those they have for their sapper, to make them give yon an extra quality of milk for your breakfast, so you can go back to the city in the fall vigorous for business, and fresh for the smiles of your sweetheart?" "Quite a long speech, upon my word And it is not a month yet since I sup posed yon never indulged in anything beyond monosyllables, and scattered ones at that." "Thank yon for nothing. Bat how do you like my costume?" "Charming. Who assisted you?" "I made the things, Cousin Maggie helped arrange them, and Mr. Fred Marston acted as critic, to see whether was presentable." "And pronounced you aufait P. "Yes, if looks would do so. But he was so busy sketching thai he would hardly say a word." - "Puss," I said, after a moment's delib? eration, and wondering whether I really had the courage, "do yon really remem ber all I told yon, in my gossipping way the day after Fred and I arrived, about .the doctor's instructions?bow I was never to think of business or cares of any kind, but only amusement, and any non? sense that came uppermost?" "Yes, perfectly/' "Whod have thought I would go so contrary thereto? First, to come up to this quiet place, where both amusement and nonsense would seem to be sacrile? gious; and?" "Secondly," looking as prim and die nified as so slight and sweet a body could. "Yes, secondly, by falling in love with yon." "I spoke deliberately, and with an effort; and the last word had not died from my lips before I knew that my premonitions of dangerous ground were not uninspired. A pink glow suffused her face for an instant, and then faded into a whiteness that was not so deathly as it was trans? parent. It added to my pain as well as to a vague delight I felt in the picture she made in her masquerading dress. To speak of this mimic masquerade, and the picture it formed, it will be nec? essary to go back a few days, on which Occasion I sat in the little pinched-up parlor of the old-fashioned farm house ' that formed my retreat from the city's hum and business for a few weeks in the summer. On the wall opposite where I sat hong an old family portrait, so old, ' indeed, that the daughter of my hostess was not exactly certain as to who she was, or of what generation she had formed a part of the life. The student of fashion's caprices could probably have ascertained by research; but it really made no great difference. The salient Eart of the portrait was a large Eliza ethan ruff, not so stiff and ungainly as are generally represented in portraits, but seeming quite graceful and pretty, and, indeed, as though forming part of the personality of the personage, who was young, less than twenty, apparently, 'skin white and delicate, almost entirely devoid of color, eyes of a doles far nicnte feeling, and lips whose just perceptible pout was in fine keeping with the round, cheery face. "Miss Perry," I said, "the portrait yonder is enough like yon to pass for your own, if you should only tell people you were masquerading. How like a lily-of-the-valley it looks, with the round, delicate face, and the delicately-penciled ruff!" "What an idea!" said Miss Perry, the daughter of my hostess. "And yet, since you suggest it, I can trace quite a resem? blance. I remember hearing papa say once that she was quite a belle in her day, and there was something of a ro? mance connected with her." It was in a dress precisely like this in ' all its details in which Miss Perry was arrayed when she peered over the rose? bush on the afternoon in which my story opens, and greeted me with her innocent "Peep!" "So," she faintly articulated, "your 'amusement' and 'nonsense' for this summer are falling in love with an un? sophisticated country-girl! Quite de? lightful !" "Miss Perry," I exclaimed, in blank amazement, "you wrong me by your mis? applied irony. My words were not trif? ling ones, as you seem to think. I was too abrupt and precipitate. I am but a tryo in wooing." I put my arm around her slender waist as I spoke the last words, and she suf? fered it to remain there an instant, and then withdrew shrinkingly, giving me a half-startled, half-shy look as she glided out of the room?a look tiiat haunted me for months afterward. I saw her no more that afternoon, and the next morning Fred and I were off on a trouting expedition before she was astir. At supper she was absent, and her mother volunteered the information that she had gone to visit hef^eousins over the mountains. "It's in the 'jining county, some twenty miles off," she said. "One of the boys was over this way on some business or other, and she appeared kind o' moping, and when he spoke on't I just bundled her off quick. It'll do her good. She's a gal like all others." ^'Twenty miles!" I repeated. "She'll Srobably, then, be gone some five or six ays." . "Five or six weeks more like," was the reply. "I told her she'd have to stay, most likely, till we sent for her, and that wouldn't be till after harvesting was all over. The men and horses is mighty . busy during the hot weather." "I say, Fred," I said that evening as we sat on the piazza smoking our cigars, "I've been thinking that I'll go back to the city to-morrow or Dext day. To tell the troth, it's getting a little dull and monotonous, and?" "Dull and monotonous! What has got into you? Why it's only a day or two since you were going to stay a month yet. You're just the queerest chap?" "I've been told that, often enough to know it by heart, Fred. I think I shall go up by to-morrow night's train, unless you shall go too if I wait over a few days." "Not L I shall stay another fortnight, at any rate." "All right It is settled, then. Walk up to the station with me, and you can send my trunk along some day when the wagon is going up." The next evening we arrived at the little rise in sight of the station some time before the train was dne, and we sat down on a rude stone-wall overlooking the valley. "Bythe-way," said Fred, suddenly, "I didn't show you this, I believe. She looked so charming I couldn't help it" And he opened Sis portfolio, which he invariably had with him, and showed me a sketch he had made of Miss Perry the day she was masquerading, which had thus far proved so disastrous to me. < It was a personified lily-of-the-valley, with the delicate features of her whose name of Margaret somehow grated on my ear, and, as "Miss Perry" was too formal, I had taken to calling her "Puss." "I say, Fred, I want this," I said. "Nonsense I You'd better let me keep this, and you take the original." "A wise man is content with what he can get" I responded briefly, as I put it in my satchel. Fred gave me a curious look, which I did not interrupt till later in the season, and made no objection to my appropria? ting his sketch. The sun was sinking behind the moun? tain, the valley we had juat left having been for some time in deep shadow. "Where are your canvas and colors ?" I presently asked. 'There's an'effect of chiaroscuro that would draw praise from the most conservative critic." Fred needed no second hint; and, as he painted away, I observed the beauti? ful" effect, and made occasional jerky re? marks on a variety of subjects, presently saying: "How apropos that masquerading wig was I She is, indeed, a lily-of-the-valley, both lily and valley being in their respec? tive ways charming in a superlative sense." The whistle sounded just then, and I started in haste for the train, leaving Fred busy on his picture, hardly looking up when he said good-bye, ana prophe? sied my return in a few days. Several times, after my return to the city, I came near doing so, wondering if it were not cowardly m me to strike my colors at such a moment, and if "Puss" did not expect me to come over the mountain to see her. Nearly two months had elapsed, and I had heard no word from Fred. I was on the point of putting a change of linen in a satchel, and taking a two-days' run in search of him, and to see if Miss Perry had returned, when I received a letter, which, to say the least, indefinitely post? poned the matter. I give only those parts my readers will be interested in: "My Deab Boy : Congratulate me? that is, with an if. She won't name the day, nor positively promise that she ever will; but it is so well settled in my own mind, that I shall order the suit as soon as I arrive in town, which will be some day next week if I can tear myself away so soon. "How did I do it? Blest if I know 1 I never dreamed of such a thing till you dropped that remark you did when I gave you the sketch of the lady in her masquerade dress, that 'a wise man is content with what he can get,' which flashed through my brain the intelligence that you had been rejected, or satisfied you would be. Why, I never could con? ceive, for I always supposed you to be the favored one, but I didn't puzzle over the conundrum very long. From that moment I gave myself up to the task of winning her, and went at it rough-and tumble. I never went into anything be? fore so recklessly, because never before had I been so seriously in earnest "But you don't care for details.. If 'none but the brave deserve the fair,' I have at least earned the trophy I shall henceforth wear so proudly on my breast" Before Fred returned from the country, I was on the Atlantic I had again be? haved in a cowardly manner, and deser? ted my colors when a vigorous movement on my own part, instead of resulting so, would have had a decidedly contrary result Bat I was both blind and stupid. I could neither see nor understand what had taken place, nor how it all tended to my advantage did I but follow it up. That knowledge did not come to me till many months afterward. On the water, and pressed to the brim with work, I had supposed I should for fet the little country girl, and return eart-whole from the European trip I had been commissioned to take by the house in which I was engaged; but every day only added to the intensity of my suffering, and finally the longing I felt must forever be unrealized, became so much a part of my existence that even sunlight began to take its hues from the half-ripened orange. But the exigencies of the business I was transacting demanded my continued stay, and levied such a tax on my mental capacities that I soon began to look on my trouble as annoying, but not serious, and as though a callus had grown over it, and no pain would result from it un? less a violent strain were brought to bear upon it Then disaster came and the house suddenly failed, leaving me adrift; and I was preparing to return home when I was offered an advantageous position in a foreign house, a member of which, I was courteously informed, had "observed the masterly manner in which I had managed the affairs of the branch which had been entrusted to me." So, of course, it transpired that I did not return to my native land that autumn, nor the next, nor?in fact, it was three years from the time I left for Europe be? fore I returned. I landed in the middle of August, last summer, and at once be? gan to hunt up old cronies, by aid of memory and directories. But I had no luck. Fred I could get no track of, only he had just returned from a European trip; but where he might be at that par? ticular time was uncertain. All for whom I cared in the city were out of town for the warm weather, or else where I could not readily find them, and I began to think I had been a fool to come across the water at so unpropitious a time. My own immediate family I found, on inqui? ry, were stopping for a few weeks at a remote place, twenty miles or more be Jond the little valley where Fred and I ad summered three years before, and toward that point I turned my face. Just before sunset the train made a halt at the little village overlooking the valley where I had met my fate, and where the last time I had seen Fred he was engaged in making a sketch of the valley, nardly taking his eye from the canvass to bid me his cheery good-bye. For some reason the train was delayed a few moments, and, as I gazed over the valley, the old feeling of three years be? fore was instantly surging and swaying in my breast; and before the train was again in motion I stood upon the rude country-station platform, unable to resist the force impelling me there, thinking I could pursue ray journey the next day as well as this. After the train had departed, and I observed the curious country eyes scan? ning my singular movements, I suddenly realized, my awkward position, and won? dered what to do. Mechanically I strolled toward the spot Fred had chosen for his vantage-ground to view the val? ley. Little change was visible. The sunset colors were less vivid, and conse? quently the shadow over the valley was less sombre?a much more pleasing pic? ture; and yet I could not help feeling that the sombre shadow was over ray heart instead. I aimlessly followed the winding road into the valley, descending at every step farther and farther into the shadow; yet my soul into its own shadow plunged more recklessly still, the gloom surround? ing it seeming almost sullen in its inten? sity. Suddenly it grew lighter. What did it presage ? A large cumulus of cloud had drifted into the range of the sun's rays, and caught the splendor, sending them down to the earth in a glow of re? flection. "If my own soul could drift into such a volume of light!" I thought, bitterly, and walked slowly onward. What marvelous shapes the clouds take at times! This one and smaller ones, drifting with and counter to it, suddenly took the shape of a huge an I chor, seeming to me, in my shortened vision, a gleam of mighty irony glowing with a false glimmer. So intent was my gaze bent heaven? ward that I did not observe a figure im | mediately in front of me, emerging from the valley. It was a female figure, and I hastily stepped on one side to allow her to pass, hardly withdrawing my gaze from the heavens. The moment she nad fassed, in obedience to a sudden impluse, turned my head, to see her's also to observe me. The light from the cloud of hope shown full in her face, and I started at the recognition. Was my soul, then, drifting as yonder cloud had done?? Was this thrill that bathed it in pathos I the light, indeed, that warms and glori? fies all it shines on?or was it but mock? ing irony? "Miss Perry!" I exclaimed, "this is a I rare pleasure." She advanced in the same shy manner as of old, and held out her hand in the old coy style. "Was it you, then, I was to meet at the station?" she asked. "Were you expecting some one?" I asked, a little bewildered. "No?yes," was the hesitating reply. I "I suppose, if I tell you, you will laugh at me. I was sitting in the parlor a short time ago, looking now and then at the old picture yon were pleased to take so much notice of in those other years?the !)icture has been very dear to me latter y," she parenthetically added, with a just perceptible tremor in her voice? "when suddenly I was impressed with the idea that I was to meet some one at the station. The notion occurred to me at once as so didiculous, that I laughed I oiftright. But it wouldn't be laughed down, and finally I started, and here I am." I then told her how I had just returned from Europe, and was on my way to find my mother and sister, when I was almost impelled from the cars. And you were going right by without I stopping to see us?" I hesitated, not knowing the nature of the ground I was standing on, and not caring to make a misstep. "Fred and I would both have been so disappointed if you had." "An! is Fred here?" I asked, making I an effort to appear at ease, though sue-1 ceeding badly, I am afraid. "Way, of course. He is here all the time, now, except for a few months in I the winter." My heart leaped into my throat in very agony, and for a moment I dared not trust myself to speak. We had in the meantime been walking slowly down into the valley, and suddenly a door of a house close by the wayside swung open, and a flood of light rested upon my com- I panion. Ah! the caprices of fashion 1 How its edicts drift around in circles, and turn up unexpectedly 1 Of course the ruff was not so pi-ononcc, nor the roll-1 ing folds to the dress, gathering in a mass back of the neck, so angular and so stiff as represented in the Elizabethan portrait; but there she was in the dress, with modifications, in which she had made the final assault upon my heart, and won it?"unknowingly, heedlessly, j I said to myself. "Didn't you know of Fred's marriage ?" she asked, after the awkward pause in which my mind had been so busy. "Not to a certainty. I conjectured as much. You are very happy, I sup pose?" "Yes, as the world goes, Fred is the I dearest and best fellow in the world. How long since you have seen him ? It is a long time, isn't it?" "Three years. He was seated where I met you, just now, the night of my return home, ana after you went over the moun tains so mach after the French-leave manner." "Oh! I was such a silly chit then.'.' "And you think you have grown wiser, now ?" "Maybe not, nor happier; this world j is for growth, not happiness, after all. Growth is the object, happiness the re-1 suit; not the reverse, as people generally j suppose." And Fred has grown in art as well as I in a domestic way ?" "Ohj yes 1 He is quite the rage in cer-1 tain circles. But you know all about that, probably?" "No. I have been bo immersed in business in Europe that I have absolute? ly not heard of or from him since?let me see; no, no; not since he wrote, just after my return from here, to tell me of his engagement with you." "His?engagement?with?me I" draw-j ing a sharp breath at the enunciation of every word. "He was never engaged to me. Did he write you that ?" "He implied as much. If I remember rightly, however, there was a chance for I a contrary result." "He fancied at one time he was in love with me, and I don't know but con? sidered himself engaged, but it only lasted a few weeks. He went to Europe, he said, to die of a broken heart; but came back last fall, and married my cousin, and?" "And?you?are?not?married ?" I did not hear her reply, only saw her shake her head in the rapidly gathering dusk, and clasped my arm around her as I had done three summers before. But she did not withdraw from my embrace this time, in ever so gentle a manner; and when I asked her if she would be my lily-of-the-valley, the answer' she gave shone over my soul as the departing sunlight had over the anchor-shaped cloud, and the reflected radiance illumi? nated my whole being.?Appleto-n's Jour? nal. OUR CENTENNIAL LETTER. Agricultural Hall and Its Contents Con? tinued?Wine, Tobacco and Canned Fruits?The Attendance upon the Ex? hibition. Special Correspondence of the Anderson Intelligencer. Philadelphia, June 22,1876. "Say my friend," said Ebenezer Doo little, from Bennington, Vermont, "what do you think of this show." I replied, with enthusiasm, j'big thing, big thing, big thing, tain't no name for it, I thought, sir, we were some at our county fair in Bennington, but it lays over that jest considerable, you bet. Why, in fact, sir, our county fair don't compare with it, and that is the blessed truth?biggest fifty cents' worth out o' jail,?mortal man never see sich," said Mr. Doolittle re? flectively, and inserting his hands under the tails of his coat, his head bowed in deep reflection on his noble breast, he slowly walked away. It is at last breaking upon the people that we have a big show in Philadelphia. Yes, as Mr. Doolittle remarked, "biggest fifty cents' worth out of jail." Last week, if you remember, we started on a trip through Agricultural Hall. This is what you might call the Democratic De? partment of the Centennial Exhibition in contra-distinction to the aristocracy of the Main Hall. Its government is dif? ferent from that of any other department; the article called red-tape is almost un? known here, and business is dispatched with a promptitude and ease quite un? known elsewhere in the centennial grounds. The staff is small and com? pact, and is composed of workingmen. The chief officer of the Agricultural Commission is B. Landreth, Esq., long identified with one of the principal Seed and Agricultural houses in Philadelphia, and no better selection could have been made; a man of few words but of tireless energy and wonderful patience, con-, stantly on the move, with a keen eye to the interest of his department, the honor and character of which is identified with his own. His aids, Mr. Eooney, Mr. Moorheed and Mr. Hin, closely resemble their chief, all are courteous, kind and obliging, and that too, under circum? stances where kindness and courtesy are the brightest jewels in an official's crown. Tell your farming friends that when they come to Philadelphia, if they want any information about the fair to call on either of the gentlemen I have named, and you will be sure of a courteous re? ception. But just at this point I find myself among breakers, rocks and shoals, which beset me on every side, but still I am in no danger from water; no, it's the very reverse of that. If a man want? ed to commit suicide as the Duke of Clarence did, and drown himself in a butt of wine, this would be the place to do it. Wine, there is rivers of it. If the bottles should break that are now in sight you might swim in it from the fountain to the door; and here is my difficulty, what will my friends, John B. GoQgh and Dio Lewis and Oliver Cotter and Frances Murphy, say if I speak of the wine exhibit as it deserves. I may blow about the fountain, and receive a general temperance commendation, but how can I think of water when I am sur? rounded by oceans of wine ? Shall I not rather as a faithful chronicler state the facts, and let the consequences take care of themselves? This be my course, sink or swim. The exhibit of native wines is aston ishing. A few years ago, a bottle of good A merican wine was a thing almost unknown, but since the discovery of California, the wine bnniyns seems to have received an impetus, which has been felt in every State in the Union. Particularly. noticeable is the position which California takes as a wine-pro dating State?opposite the Brazilian de? partment is the exhibit of Kohler and Frohling, among the oldest vineyardists in California, and to whom the Golden' State is deeply indebted to-day for the persistent efforts with which for twenty years, through good and evil report, they have battled for her vineyard interests. The exhibition building is an elegant affair of light framework, covered with blue and crimson, N and stored with the choicest samples of California wines. It is ably presided over by Mr. Hess, who dispenses in true California style a most liberal and generous hospitality. Next to this is a splendid case stored with the choicest wines of the Buena Vista Vine cultural Society. This company own immense Vineyards in Sonoma County, California, which has long been cele? brated for its grapes. One of the great specialties of this vineyard, .is wine for medical purposes, they maintaining that all the wines from their cellars are abso? lutely pure; no mixture, no doctoring, nothing but pure grape juice is their motto, and from the exhibit of their sales, I should judge that this was one of the most popular vineyards of the Golden State. But still we must not let wine beguile us, for we ttill have much to see, ahl here we are at the fountain, a change from wine to water. It is a magnificent fountain, one of the handsomest in the whole Centennial grounds. It is a great relief on these hot days, to sit near this grand column of spray and enjoy the sights that congregate around the centre of this magnificent building; let us sit down and take a look, for it is just like a panorama. Bight in front of us is one of the most superb structures in the whole Centennial grounds, a palace of crimson and gold, and just as handsome as a pic? ture. The building is about eighteen feet high, thirty feet long and twenty feet broad, and is of the oriental order of architecture in the highest style of em? bellished art. The roof is composed of elegant framework, and is paneled with squares of beautiful, light blue glass. The columns that support it are frescoed in the gayest and most brilliant of colors, and between them are costly silk flags of red, white and blue silk, emblazoned with medallions which represent the medals won by this great company for the excellence of their goods in various parts of the world. The counters are of polished black marble, and on them are costly cases filled with the choicest and whitest of their goods. The view from the front is especially .beautiful, a costly railing encloses the space and in? side is one of the most delightful little rockeries to be found anywhere; it is filled with rare and choice plants, and as unique ornament cannot be excelled. Directly in front is a table or framework richly frescoed, and on it revolve four figures of the seasons, around which great crowds gather from morning till night; no spot in Agricultural Hall concentrates greater interest than this beautiful build? ing, which is the exhibit of the Glen Cove Starch Co., and cost, I am afraid to say how many thousand dollars. Bight J>aclf of it on his perch as stately as he can be, sits Old Abe, the great war Eagle of Wisconsin; he was once the pet of the eighth Wisconsin regiment, and went with them all through the war, and on his return was adopted by the State, which has now allowed him to visit the great Centennial Exhibition, in charge of the veteran who bore him through the smoke of twenty-five battles. Passing along, the one thing that strikes you be? yond all others, is the exquisite taste dis? played by most of the exhibitors in the arrangement of their goods. One exhibit is of pails of apple butter, not very prom? ising material to exercise taste on, yet here they are things of positive beauty. One of the most interesting features in the building is the exhibit of Tobacco; don't turn up your nose and say filthy weed; why, if you could only get a pho? tograph of that tobacco show, you'd hang it in your parlor to look at Sunday after? noons, when you come home from church. What jawbreaking sign is that over there, just let us stop and spell it out, malthop-tonic, ma-thop-on ic, Mal, mal. "Oh," I said to myself, "it's Greek." So turning to a gentlemanly fellow at my elbow, I said: "My friend, I have a slight attack of neuralgia, an incipient erysipelas, and I have not been able to translate Greek in consequence; and would you be kind enough to translate that sign for me?" The fellow burst out into a guffaw. I mentally ruminated, "he is drunk." When he recovered, however, he said: "That ain't no Greek, that's English?malt-hop tonic." I gave him a quarter, and told him to bestow it in charity on the first deserving poor person he met. He placed it in his own pocket. Malthop tonic; I was anxious to find out what it was for, so I lingered around the stand; above it was the sign of E. C. Hazard & Co., of New York, whom not to know is to be yourself un? known. The great specialty of this house is canned fruits and vegetables, a busi? ness the magnitude of which has in? creased so within the last few years, that from small beginnings it now amounts to many millions of dollars. I often think that among the many kinds of business which have been created as it were, there are few to which we are more indebted than to this very business of canning and preserving fruits and vegetables, which enables'ns in season and out of season to load our tables with all sorts of delicacies which, without their aid, we could not do. At the very head of this business is Messrs. Hazard & Co., the introducers to this country of the Malthop tonic, which is one of the finest stimulants for invalids that I have ever seen. I understand that the row has all been settled beween the Commission and the Board of Finance, bo that we shall have peace till the Fourth of July. The past week has been marked by the n.eetings of a number of great Temperance organizations, as an onset to the Brewers the week before. I am sorry' to confess it, but the Brewers were much the j oiliest looking chaps; and, on the whole, I think they can double dis? count the temperance people in having a bully time. The attendance is steadily improving, and here let me record a wonderful fact. In six .weeks these Centennial Grounds have been visited by nearly one million and half of people, all out on a holiday spree, all bound to have a good time, and I have not seen one person intoxicated in all that period within the Centennial Grounds; nor has there been a case of disorderly conduct worth mentioning since the opening of the Exhibition; match that in any part of the world if you can. BROADBRIM. Young Men.?Before you start from home pin this bit of earnest, well-meant intention of truthful suggestion in your hat. The market for loafers hi always glutted. The greater the loafer the less is the reward. Any boy who wishes to, can become a gentleman. And here are a few things a true gentleman never does. He will not make a habit of telling smut? ty or vulgar stories. He will always be tidy in dress. He will be as careful not to offend persons as to keep his face clqan. j He will never be loudmouthed or over-! bearing to his inferiors. This trait of character always marks the snob and dis agreeable egotist. He will never lift his voice in a small room when talking to men as though be were in a field driving oxen. He will never speak so as to wound or pain the heart of the person who is under him. He will never boast of his superior family connections, or five those he is with to understand that e is of more consequnce than they. He will never pry into the private affairs of any other person, nor meddle himself with the affairs another person should attend to. He will be above the petty suspicions born of ignorance and proof of bad breeding. He will never try to bully and beat his way, nor assume a superiori? ty that is entirely lost the moment it is boasted of. He is never obsequious or sycophantic. But prompt, polite discreet and courteous to all with whom he comes in contact. He will never quarrel with a servant or use profane language to an inferior. The gentleman always has friends, even under adverse circum? stances, because he deserves them. The success of the true gentleman is alwayB lasting. HAYES AND WHEELER. How The Cincinnati Ticket is Received by tbe Country. [From the New York Herald.] Tbe ticket is a fair one. It is not such a ticket as Washburne and Logan, Conk ling and Hayes or Morton and Hartranft would have been. It means nothing but mediocrity. Governor Hayes is a good man. He defeated Thurman and Allen in Ohio, which shows how strong he is at home. His personal character is stainless. His record, if he has any, is calm, placid, uneventful. He has been [ a quiet, sensible Congressman, a modest feneral and a fair governor. If elected e will bring these qualities into the j White House. There are, we have no doubt, ten thousand Republicans any one of whom would make as competent a President as Hayes. He has no such hold upon the country as Blaine or Mor? ton, Conkling or Washburne. He hap? pened to have fewer edges than any other candidate, and the party took him. It ! may be a choice as wise as that of Lin? coln or as foolish as that of Tyler. Time I must determine this. Mr. Wheeler, the candidate for the Vice-Presidency, stands well in this State. Hayes and Wheeler will poll the party vote. They will call out the solid, hard working party men.? As a ticket Hayes and Wheeler represent the average common sense, sober-minded classes. When we see the work of St Louis we can then estimate at its true value the work just achieved at Cincin? nati. [From the New York Tribune.]' The action of the Cincinnati Conven? tion, yesterday, was somewhat of a sur prise, but it will command the approval, of a large majority of Republicans, and the ticket will have the cordial support of the whole party. Governor Hayes is a man of whom it is impossible to say a word of evil. Personally he is not only above reproach, but above suspicion.? The Liberals and Independent Reformers who lent all their strenght to his canvass in 1875, will sustain him in the trials of a broader but easier field. The reform element of the party will feel that its just demands have been consulted in his nomination; and those who believe in good money will see in his name a better pledge for speedy resumption than any resolutions of a convention could give, and an ample compensation for the vague? ness of the platform. The combination, indeed, is one of the most formidable that have been suggested on either side. [From the New York Time*.] History does repeat itself after all. In 1876, as in 1860, the Republican party has found its Lincoln to lead it on to vic? tory. The struggle has been a long and I bitter one, and triumph has been won in spite of the plots of Machine politics, the cabals of those hungry for place and j power, and the glamour which a gieat though tarnished name had thrown over men of simple minds and honest impul? ses. The foremst of the candidates is a man of plain, unobtrusive manners, un? impeachable honesty, keen intelligence and robust common sense. The second place on the ticket has been given to one whose ability as a legislator, and whose influence as a clear-headed, far-seeing statesman are worthy of the noblest era of our history and the highest standards of our public life. The confidence of the Times h as been amply justified that the weight 'of character, conviction and of earnestness will tell in the National Convention as elsewhere, and that "no honest and sincere Republican will have any reason to be ashamed of the result." The Convention has given the Republi? can party a ticket and a platform on which it can and must win. [From the New York World.] The nomination of Governor Hayes of Chio is a collapse and not a compro? mise. ' Had it been brought about by an harmonious convention seeking for a standard-bearer to lead its party into a great Presidensial conflict on a question of principles, it might have been fairly enough regarded as clever political stroke. For Governor Haves personally, is a man of respectable abilities, of excellent pri? vate character, and in a steady-going un? demonstrative way has been a consistent, if not an influential member of the Re Eublican party for many years. It would e absurd to compare in point of intellect with President Lincoln; but if the Re? publican party stood to-day where it stood in 1860, a sufficient striking analo? gy might be established between the Chi? cago nomination of that year and the nomination now made at Cincinnati, to warrant great expectations on the part of his supporters from this curious stroke of lightning. * * But Administrative Reform has not only been negatively put out of the canvass by the defeat of Bris tow. It has been positively kicked to death by the nomination of Mr. Wheeler. Mr. Wheeler was Mr. Blaine's adjndant and aid-de-camp in carrying through all the most objectionable Republican subsi? dy legislation on our statute-books. [From the New York Sun.] The Cincinnati Convention had among its nominees strong men like Morton ana Conkling, who stood for the power, poli? cy and history of the Republican party; it bad a practical Reformer in Bristow, who possesses the capacity for valuable work; it had in Washburne one of the earliest champions and old time leaders of the Republican party; it had in Blaine a notorious jobber and trickster; but it selected a man unknown to states? manship, unknown to reform, and unknown in party traditions; it took him as tbe only hope of averting the triumph of the great corruptionist, with whom the party would have whirled to the ruin in any event. Though he stands a neutral and secondary position, Governor Hayes is far from being an inferior or unworthy character. He is a man of talent; he is a gentleman; he is rich and independent; he served with credit as a soldier in the war, and his record as Governor of Ohio is without flaw or spot; he would make a fair President for ordinary times. [From the New York Journal of Com? merce.] The nomination of Governor Hayes for the Presidency is a virtual avowal that the Republican party prefers not to chal? lenge the judgment of the country on any of its memhers who has been hither? to known in connection with national af? fairs. Governor Hayes is an admirable example of the available candidate?one of whom tbe public knows no harm, and of whom a devoted little band of suppor? ters assure us they know much good. In coming few months his qualifications will be held up in a stronger light than has yet been turned on them, and the people will know a great deal more about him than they do now. [From the tSew York Staats Zeitung.] . The Republican party has, by this nomination, removed none of tbe objec? tions urged against their continuance in power. If the Democrats appreciate the situation well enough to commit their party, by its action at the St Louis Con? vention, to the cause of honest reform 'under a new administration, Hayes will not win to his side an unprejudiced friend of reform ; the desire awakened in the country to overthrow Republican su? premacy will gather strength, and must prevail in the end. In short, the fate of Hayes and the Republican party now hangs in the balance, to be decided at St. Louis. * * * But by the nomi? nation of Hayes the Democrats are threatened with this danger: The hottest battle in the coming canvass must be fought on the soil of Ohio, and the Dem? ocratic party at large will be more than ever disposed to make concessions to their brethren i n that State. The Republicans haye already admitted to the inflationists that their position on the money question is none too strong. The Democrats may strive to overbid them for the inflationist vote by the adoption of a soft-money !latform and the nomination of either hurman or Hendricks on it. In this case we believe that Hayes would be as sure of an election as he was last year k> in the gubernatorial canvass. The samr element that cast the deciding vote in favor of Hayes in Ohio would rise up to his support all over the country?the in? dependent element, and particularly those aforetime Republicans whose alle? giance to their party had been put in abeyance for a while. * * * With equal certainty could a Democrat about whom no taint of Bourbon ism clings, and who is committed to bard money and civil service reform, obtain a fair share of this independent vote. [From the Boston Advertiser.] The nominations will be accepted by the Republican party without reserve, and with lively feelings of satisfaction, and the whole party can work together harmoniously to accomplish success. While Governor Hayes is by no means a leading representative of Republican principles, the circumstances under which the convention met rendered the choice of either of the leading candidates impossi? ble. What has been done has been well done, and the choice made is in every way excellent. The ticket will carry this ana every other Republican State. [From the Boston Journal.] The convention has done its work no? bly, and has given a ticket that every Republican can support with pride and heartiness?a ticket clean and pure, free from all rings, combinations and things needing explanations, and which has come to the front spontaneously, embody? ing the best that could be done under the circumstances to meet the demands and best sentiment of the Republican masses. It is not only satisfactory to every true Republican, but must command the con? fidence and support of every friend of reform, of official purity and sound ad? ministration. [From the Springfield, Mass., Republican.] This is the result of the contest between the good and bad elements in the Repub? lican party at the National Convention. It is in the nature of a compromise, but still a reform victory. The true repre? sentative battle in the party convention was between Bristow and Blaine; but, in order to beat Blaine, his opponents bad to lower their standard and unite on Hayes. Mr. Bristow's friends led off in the sacrifice, Morton's followed, and the rest came tumbling after, save of course such of them as naturally preferred Blaine to any reformer of however mild a type. It is the shame and the condemnation of the Republican party that a majority of its delegates could not, and did not unite upon Bristow. He was sacrificed because he had put reform in practice ; because he bad made enemies of the ras? cals in the Republican party. Hayes was taken because he had not. This is the plain English of the case. It is the worst and all that can be said of the re? sult. Hayes and Wheeler are honorable, able men, of experience in public life, of per? sonal integrity, of sound views on current public questions, and of equal iutellectual ability with Mr. Bristow. They belong to and well represent the best half of the Republican parly. They will, if they have opportunity, become efficient agents of reform?now that reform is popular, and is exacted alike by party interest, Eublic necessity and public opinion; ut, as they have had opportunity here? tofore, they have not exposed themselves to censure," or their party to harm, for the sake of reform. The party saves its honor?after a fashion, and preserves its physical integ? rity in these nominations. There will be no bolting, and if the Democratic Con? vention nominates as fairly a good ticket there will be no third nomination in the field. But it is at least an even chance, to-day, that the Republicans have lost their power by thns compromising with the reform spirit of the country, by con? demning Bristow because he had practi? cally led reform within the party, and by passing by such men as Evarts and Adams, who, by record and by independence and association, had come to stand for much the same thing in the public thought.? j The case may be thus summed up: With Blaine, the Republican party would have been broken and defeated at the very opening of the campaign ,* with Bristow, it would been triumphant; with Hayes, it enters upon a doubtful struggle for ex? istence, dependent upon the chances of the Democratic nomination and the pop? ular humors of the campaign. [From the Philadelphia Times.] Expediency aas come again with me? diocrity as is land maid, to extricate the once proud lepublican party of the na tion, and Rutherford B. Hayes is its can? didate for the most important and re? sponsible trust of the civilized world. ' * * * * That Governor Hayes is a respectable citizen, of average attain? ments among the politicians and rulers of the day, as are tens of thousands of others in the Republic, is the simple truth and the whole truth respecting him. * * * * And yet he may be an invinci? ble candidate. It is not so clear that he may not, under the peculiar circum? stances of the coming contest, defy oppo? sition; and, indeed, it is too soon to assume that he should not be successful against his St. Louis competitor. There is the great, yawning chasm of Democrat? ic folly yet to be passed, and none can promise safety from its hitherto insatiate appetite. In the present demoralized condition of the Republican party, Hayes is not a candidate to be despised on the score of weakness before the people. His very negative nothingness is a rare ele? ment of strength, for he has been too in? significant to cross the paths and arouse the jealousies and enmities of the real leaders of the party. They will all sup? port him, therefore, each hoping to be his master when he shall come into power. The worst elements of Republicanism will rely upon Hayes to be obedient to party interests to shield the future Bab cocks and protect the future Kelloggs and espouse the cause of the future Pinchbacks of the party, and who will say that the confidence is not warranted ? The better men of the organization, who have faith in all its simplicity and little knowledge of the sinuous ways of power, will scan his blameless record, and seeing that be has been faithful in a few things, will consent to make him ruler over many. An average degree of Democratic folly at St. Louis will make him a most formida? ble candidate, and nothing less than the highest measure of patriotism and wisdom there can make even a hopeful contest against him. St. Louis may make him a weak candidate by meeting* the elevated demands which Cincinnati, disregarded, but tbe people will not defeat Hayea merely to give tbe Democracy a national victory. The Adaptations of Creation. Gor!, has not only created all things beautiful and wonderful in themselves but he has fitted them all to each other. He has made thsm all by weight and measure. He has formed them; as it were, with a balance in his hand, in such a way that if even one of them had been but a little greater or a little less in pro? portion to thft others, this beautiful world would soon have fallen into ruins, and no living thing could have existed on it. Do you wish examples of this? They are innumerable?the only difficulty is to choose which to tell you. Let us take the air as the first example. It has-been reckoned that the atmosphere surrounds the world to the height of about fifty miles above our beads. It might seem to you a very trifling matter, but if it were a few miles more or less in height?as, for instance, at the top of Mount Blanc ?the Barometer would stand at sixteen inches, and men and animals would soon be suffocated. If, on the contrary, it were a few miles more in height, the ba? rometer would stand at more than forty seven inches; it would be insupportably hot whenever the rays of the sun could reach and your lungs could not bear . it long. You may judge of it by the Dead Sea, where the atmosphere is only a quarter of a mile higher, and where the barometer stands at twenty nine and three-quarters, but where the. heat is excessive, and the air very irrita? ting to the lungs, as we are told: in the account of Lieutenant Lynch's expedi? tion. And if the atmosphere were high? er still, the winds would be irresistible? our houses and our trees would be thrown down, we should take inflammation in the lungs, and the nature of all things around us would be entirely changed. Take another example. If the dry land were a little harder than it is, we could not cultivate it? we could neither plough nor dig. Tbe roots of the plants could not pierce the hard soil, ana they would perish. If, on the contrary, the earth were softer than it is, we should sink in the soil, as we do in a ploughed field after rain; and neither bonses, trees, nor plants could be kept firm in the grouud. If the water or the sea were heavier, all the fishes would be borne up to the surface, and would be unable to swim in it; and they would die, as they do in the Dead Sea, whose water is only a quarter heavier than distilled water.? And if the water of the sea were lighter, the fish would be too heavy to swim, ana would sink down and die at the bottom. If the water of the sea and of the lakes, which always contracts and becomes heavier as it becomes colder, did not* cease to obey this law at about the fourth degree above the freezing point, the bot? tom of most of the seas and of all the lakes would be a mass of ice for the greater part of the year; whilst, on the , other hand, by this admirable arrange? ment, their depths never freeze. You may think, perhaps, that it would be a matter of indifference to us whether our globe were a little larger or a little smaller than it is since for so many years men lived upon it in total ignorance of its size. But there is a necessary proportion between tbe size and the strength which God has given to our limbs and muscles. If, for example, we could be conveyed to the moon, and if it were like the earth in all respects except its size, we should there weigh five times less than we do upon the earth. We might bound up like grasshoppers to a great height in the air, but we should be so unsteady on our limbs that the hand of a child could throw us over. And if our earth, on the contrary, were as large as the planet Ju? piter, all other things remaining the same, each of us should'' feel as if we were forced to carry the weight of eleven peo? ple as heavy as ourselves. The weight of a man of ten stone would be one hun? dred and twenty stone, and none of us could walk or stand upright?acarcely even move. * Ah! let us'repeat what we said before, "The work of the Lord is perfect. It is always good?very good." A Good Story. From Ohio comes a capital temperance story. Judge Quay, the temperance lec? turer, in one of hiB efforts there, got off the following : "All of those who in youth acquire a habit of drinking whiskey, at forty years will be total abstainers or drunkards. No one can use whiskey for years in moderation. If there is a person in the audience before me whose experience dis? putes this, let him make it known. I will account for it or acknowledge that I am mistaken." til A tall, large man arose, and rapng his arms in a dignified manner across his breast, said: "I offer myself as one whose own ex? perience contradicts your statement." "Are you a moderate drinker?" asked the judge. "I am." "How long have you drunk in modera? tion?" "Forty years." "And you were never intoxicated?" "Never." "Well," remarked the judge, scanning his subject close from head to foot; "your's is a singular case, yet I think it is easily accounted for. I am reminded by it of a little story. A negro man, with a loaf of bread ana a flask of whiskey, sat down to dine by the bank of a clear stream. In breaking the bread, some of the crumbs dropped into the water. These were eagerly seized and eaten by the fish. That circumstance suggested- to the darkey the idea of dipping tbe bread in the whiskey and feeding it to them. He [ tried it; it worked well. Some of the fish ate it, became drunk, and floated helpless on the water. By this stroke of strategy he caught a great number. But in the stream was a large fish very unlike the rest. He partook freely of the bread and whiskey, but with no perceptihje effect; he was shy of every effort of the darkey to take it. "He resolved to have it at all hazards, that he might learn its name and nature. He procured a net, and after much effort caught it, carried it to a negro neighbor, and asked his opinion of the matter. The other surveyed the wonder for a moment, then said: 'Sambo, I under? stand dis case. Dat fish is a mullet head; it hain't got any brains.' "In other words," added the 'judge, "alcohol affects only the brain, and of course those having none may drink without injury 1" The storm of laughter that followed drove the moderate drinker suddenly from the house.