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0 M pmw gttteiipcet BY HOYT & CO. . ANDERSON, S. C, THURSDAY, JULY 6, 1876. VOL. XI-NO. R m~' 'SATES OP SUBSCEIPTION.-Tvro Dollars per annum, and One Dollar for six months. Subscriptions are not- token for a lets period than six months. Liberal deductions made to clubs of ten or more subscribers. BATES OP AD VEB.TISINO.?Oae Dollar per square ot one inch for the first insertion, and Fifty Cents per square for subsequent insertions less than three months.' No advertisement counted less than a square. Liberal contracts will be made with those wishing to advertise for tbree, six or twelve months. Ad? vertising by contract must be confined to the im? mediate business of the firm or individual contrac? ting. " Obituary Notices exceeding Ato 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. D CHESLEYS'S CHOICE. BY MIRTLE COOPER. "Well, Maud, have you decided which of the two you will accept ?" Pretty, tmy, blue-eyed, Maud Ches ley came out of the reverie with a start. "Why do you ask that question, Katie?" "Why do you ask that question?" mimicked Katie. Well, just because you have sat there holding your needle ready to take another stitch, but'without tak? ing it, for the last fifteen minutes. Sec? ond, because I know that Charlie Draper and Milton Boyd are both in love with you. Thirdly, because?now don't inter? rupt"?as her cousin made a movement as if to speak?"if they have not already {?roposed, they certainly will do so before ong, or I'm no jndge of lover's signs: and fourth, because you look as though . you^were trying to solve some knotty problem. Now naven't I given becauses enough for any woman, and reasons enough for asking such a question ?" "Yes; but do you then consider that that problem would be a difficult one to solve?". "It would not be for me, I know, but you were never like any one else. If I had the choice to make, it would take me but a very few minutes to decide, I as? sure you." "If you had your choice, which one would yon choose, then, may I ask ?" "Whv, Charlie Draper, of course." "Aha why Charlie Draper, of course ?" "Because he is so handsome and styl? ish, dresses elegantly, and is such good j company, while Mr. Boyd is as homely as j a hedge fence, has not a particle of style about him, dresses almost meanly, and is as awkward and bashful as a country school boy." "Rather a disparaging comparison.? A nda re beauty and stylish manners all that you require in a husband ?" ?"Certainly not; still I should consid? er them necessary. Well, I must con? fess to caring more for a man's moral ?character and disposition than his out ?ward appearance. You have always had such queer notions, Maud, that I never could understand you; but you must ad? mit that Charlie Draper is splendid com? pany." "I admit that he is everything you say he is; but while he is spending his even? ings here, there, and everywhere, mak? ing himself agreeable to the young la? dies, his widowed mother is obliged to spend her evenings alone. Now, Mr. Boyd spends nearly every evening at home with his mother and sister." "Oh I know that Mr. Boyd is consid? ered a model young man," interrupted Katie. "And," continued Maud, not heeding the interruption, "he spends no money for tobacco, liquors, billiards, etc., seldom at i tends any place of amusement, and has used his earnings to provide a comforta? ble home for his mother and Annie.? Charlie Draper's mother is obliged to take in sewing." "Well, I am sure that Mr: Boyd has a very warm advocate in you, and if you choose to throw yourself away on such a clown as he is, I have nothing more to say." "As neither of them have asked me I shall defer my decision until they do.? Now, as we have discussed the question sufficiently, suppose we go and take onr walk." "Agreed!" ? answered Katie. "And while you are putting away that ever? lasting sewing, I will get our hats and j cloaks." Charlie Draper and Milton Boyd were I both employed in the same manufactory, and both received the same amount per week; but while Milton had bought and furnished a pretty cottage for his mother and sister, Charlie spent everything he made, on himself. "I am going to call*on Miss Chesley this evening, Charlie remarked to Mil? ton as they walked together down the street"leading to their homes; for they both resided on the same street, and that, instead of any similarity of tastes or feelings, brought them together. "Are you?" Milton answered, a shad . _ow. .as of pain crossed his face. "Yes, and more than that, I am going - to ask her to marry me. I would not tell any one else; bnt we have known each other so long that I am sure you wish me ? success.*' "Have you formed an opinion of what the result will be?" asked Milton, forcing himself to appear indifferent. "Why, of course I have! We have known each other for years, and she has always been more free and sociable with me than with any one else." "You think she will accept you, then." 'Tesjvl think so,":answered Charlie, complacently. "I will come out as you go by in the morning." And whistung a lively air. Charlie turned into the yard of his home, while Milton Boyd passed on to his own home, a few blocks further down the street. There was a dull ache at his heart that he had never ex? perienced before, and he could not think of anything but Maud, dainty, sweet faced, little Maud. He had never real? ized before how dear she had grown to be to him ; u e hours he had spent in her society at her own home, or when she was visiting his sister, had always, been wry pleasant to him, and he had admired her more and more at every meeting, un? til now he awoke to full consciousness of how deeply her image was engraved upon his heart. When he entered the house, the look of angdish npon. his face in? stantly arrested his mother's attention. "What is the matter, Milton?" she asked, coming hurriedly forward. "Are you sick or hurt?" . "No, mother," he tried to answer cheerfully as he bent to kiss the face raised so anxiously to his. But the at? tempt was a failure. "What is it then, my son? Can you tell me now, or will we have supper first?" "I cannot eat now, mother. Sit down in yqur rocking chair, and I will sit on this hassock at your feet, as I used to do when I was a little fellow, and came in from to play to tell you all my troubles." He sat very still for some moments then, raising nis head he remarked? "You know Maud Cheslev, Moth? er?" "Why, of course I do! She and An? nie have been fast friends ever since they were children. But what of her?" "Charlie Draper told me to-night as we came home, that he intended to call on her this evening and ask her to be his wife. Do you think that she will accept him?" he added. "No, my son, I do not. If I have judged Maud Chesley aright, she will never marry such a spendthrift as Char? lie Draper has always been." "But Charlie is so handsome and agree? able, mother, while I am so plain and bashful. If she does not accept him, what right have I to think that she will favor me ?" "You are not so homely as you seem to think, Milton; and when you are suffi? ciently interested in any subject to forget vourself, you appear neither awkward nor bashful." "Miss Chesley cannot be expected to look at me through your partial eyes." "You must not give up so easily, Mil? ton ; try and wait patiently until morn? ing, and see what Charlie says: he will tell you what success he met with, won't he?" "Yes, I suppose he will," he re? plied. "Won't you try and eat your supper now, my son ?" "Forgive me, mother, for being so sel? fish. I forgot that you had not nad tea yet; I was thinking only of myself, for? getting you entirely." And rising, he accompanied his mother to the table, and made a pretence of eating. He strove to banish tne sorrow from his mind, and to converse with his moth? er. Her heart ached for her boy, but she did not refer to the subject again. Milton went to his room early, and sat I by the window, gazing into the gaslit street below; but of what passed there he took no note. He was thinking, with that dull pain at his heart, of Maud.? Charlie was doubtless with her now, and if she should accept him?the very thought was agony, and he sprang to his feet unable to keep quiet. He paced the narrow room back and forth until he had became somewhat calmer; his better judgment asserted itself against his giv? ing way to his feelings to such and ex (tent, and striving, with all hisstrong will to put the matter from his thoughts, he went to bed. He was weary with the day's labor, and finally fell into a troubled sleep that lasted until morning. He was very pale, when he descended to break? fast and there were lines of pain about his mouth. Neither he nor his mother referred to the subject, but, as he was preparing to go to his work, his mother followed him into the hall; he under? stood her fervent "God bless and pros? per you, my son," but he could not com Inand his voice enough to answer her.? His feet seemed weighted with lead, as he passed down the street toward Char? lie's home, and once he was on the point of turning into a side street, ana, by avoiding Charlie, put off the knowledge as long as possible. But he conquered the impulse; ne must see him sooner or lat? er, and it would be better to know the worst at once, if worst it was to be.? Charlie came out of the yard as he came in sight, and how eagerly he scanned his face as he approached him! He could read nothing from it; he could not Bee that he looked any happier, or otherwise than usual. "Hullo! what is the matter with you, Milton ?" Charlie called out to him, as he came up. "You look more fit to be in bed than to go to work." . "There is nothing particular the matter with me; I am a little used up, that is all." They walked along toward the manu? factory in silence. Milton began to en? tertain a faint hope that Maud had not accepted him; if she had, would he not be eager to impart the pleasant news to Milton and receive his congratulations? At length, unable to bear the suspense, Milton asked,? "Did you call on Miss Chelsey last evening, Charlie?" He could not keep his voice steady in spite of all his efforts at self-control. "Yes, I did," answered Charlie, rather shortly. "With what result?" Milton asked, utterly regardless of what Charlie might think; and, as Charlie hesitated, he went on vehemently, 'Tor Heaven's sake, Charlie, tell me! And don't think me rude and unmanly to question you thus; if you care for her at all, you can perhaps understand my feelings." "Whew!.the wind blows from that quarter, does it?" exclaimed Charlie, with a look of astonishment. "Well, you are perfectly excusable under the circum? stances." "She refused you, then?" Milton said. / "Yes, she refused me, and gave me quite a lecture in the bargain upon the way that I spend my money, and, egad 1 I believe she was right, too, though I felt rather cut up about it last night. Milton's heart sprang up with a glad bound as be realized that Maud was still free, as far as Charlie was concerned.? His mother wob right in her estimation of Maud, and she had asked God to bless him as he left her that morning. And what greater earthly blessing could he re? ceive than the power to win the treasure for his own ? Charlie was the first to speak. "I am going to turn over a new leaf, Milton," be said, "and save my money as you do." "That is right, Charlie, I hope you will." And as they that moment reached the manufactory, nojmore was said. Milton's mother met him at the door, when he went home to dinner, and he an? swered her inquiring look with a smile. "She refused him, then ?" she asked. "Yes, mother." "And you will ask her to he your wife to-nigbt, Milton ?" "Yes," he answered again. "I think that you will be successful, my dear." "I most sincerely hope so." "I should be pleased to have you mar? ry so good a girl. Your sister is to be married in three months, you know, and she wishes me to live with her; and I conld not do so if you had no wife; I could not leave you alone, and I know of no one that I could like as well as I do Maud Chelsey." Milton Boyd never felt more bashful and awkward that when he entered the pretty little parlor where Maud Chelsey sat reading. What a pretty picture she made. And as she arose to greet him be could scarcely refrain from catching her in his arms. "How kind of you, Mr. Boyd, to come and cheer me in my loneliness. Papa, mama, and Katie have all gone away to spend the evening; but as 1 had a cold, I thought it more prudent to stay at home." "I should be more than happy if any effort of mine could cheer you," Inswered Milton. Then emboldened by his great love for her, he stepped forward, and took both ber hands in his, clasping them tightly. She made an effort to relieve them ; she was too completely taken by surprise. "Miss Chelsey?Maud?I love you, and I have come here to-night to ask you to be my wife. I know that I am no fit mate for you, but I love you truly and tenderly, and if you will take me, I will try and be a gocd husband to you. I knew Charlie Draper came here to ask you the same thing last night, and I can? not tell you what I suffered until I ascer? tained that you were still free." In his earnestness he had entirely forgotten himself, and was really eloquent. "You do not answer me, Maud; is it because you do not wish to pain me by a refusal? If you do not love me, you are not to j blame, and I must try and bear it the [ best I can. Do not let it trouble you, lit? tle one," he added, thoughtful for her feelings in spite of his own misery. "I am sorry I spoke if it grieves you. You must try ana forget it; I was an idiot to j imagine for one moment that you could ever care for a great, stupid, awkward, fellow like me. I will go now ; forgive me Ki have pained you; I did not mean ?to." And releasing her hands, he turned toward the door. The hopeless misery in his voice roused her to speak as she otherwise could not have done. She laid her hand on his arm, detaining him by a slight pressure, akhough be did not look toward her. "You are neither stupid, nor awkward to me, Milton, and I don't want you to go," she said softly. He turned quickly around, hardly real? izing the full import of her words, until he saw her face ,* and as she drooped her head unable to bear his gaze, he caught her in bis arms straining her fiercely to his heart, as if he feared some, one would take her away from him. "You do not want me to go, Maud ? Then you do care for me a little ? Tell me that you love me and will be my wife! Let me hear from your own lips the words that will make me the happiest man the sun ever shone on." "I do love you, Milton, and I will be your wife if you care to have me." "If I care to have you, my precious one! I dare not think of what my life would have been without you. But henceforth I devote it entirely to you, doing everything in my power to make you nappy, that you may never regret -having given yourself to me." "I have no fears of that," she answered, "So good a son as you have been, cannot fail to be a good husband." Milton's mother asked no questions when be came down to breakfast the next morning; his radiant face told the whole story to her, as it did also to Charlie Draper, when they met on their way to work. "I am sure I wish you joy, Milton," he said, cordially. "Thank you sincerely." And Charlie's failure to secure the Erize proved to be a benefit to him, for e did turn over a new leaf, and saved bis money. One year later he was united to Katie Bell, Maud's cousin, whose tem? perament was much better adapted to bis than Maud's ever could have been. But if you wish to see a thoroughly happy couple, call on Mr. and Mrs. Milton Boyd.? Waverley Magazine. Mr. Posonby's Adventure. Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Posonby, while busy in bis office, was surprised by the entrance of Mrs. Posonby, who came in to say that she was going to take tea with Mrs. Bilderback, and would not be home until 9 o'clock, but she would leave the key under the mat at the front door, so that he could let himself in when he went home and he had better get bis supper down town. Their son, Herbert, would accompany her. Now, it so chanced that while Mrs. Po? sonby was thus explaining matters to her husband her hopeful son was making des? perate efforts, assisted by all the dogs he could whistle up from the entire neigh? borhood, to get a rathe bad seen run un? der the front porch. Master Posonby punched with a long pole, and scraped and dng with a hoe, and the nine dogs - deployed at regular intervals around the porch and along the verbena bed, scratched with might and main, yelping hysterically as they scratched, and paus? ing in their labors now and then to fight over the question which had dug the deepest hole, to the immeasurable delight of Master Posonby. But as the sun went down and the soft light of the sunlight faded into the misty gloaming, he re? membered that he bad been told to lock up and join his ma at her friend's. He put tho key under the door mat, and then with his head still set on capturing that rat he brought around an old steel trap, wicked as dynamite, and having baited it liberally, set it and placed it on the porch for the benefit of the rat when it should come out. Then he carefully dis? missed his allies, and stoned them in different directions lest they should go back to resume the siege and fall into his torpedo pit. Mr. Posonby did not come home until quite late, not until his wife and son bad returned and retired, tired of waiting for him. As the house was quite dark and quiet, when he approached it, he natu? rally supposed his spouse bad been de? tained later than she expected. He felt under the doormat for the key, but as that useful little "open sesame" was in the lock, on the inside of the door, he couldn't find it. He felt further under the mat, and then thinking he might have pushed it away, began to feel around the porch for it, sweeping his bands out in circling swoops, accompa? nying these erratic movements with sun? dry exclamations and mutterings. In one of those vigorous sweeps he thrust his hand into something that lifted bim to his feet?a terrible, cold, vicious some? thing that shut down on his band like a wild beast, and just raised bim up until only his tiptoes touched the porch floor. The wail that broke from bis pallid lips silenced all the dogs in the Sixth Ward, and woke up a private night-watchman who was pacing his vigilant beat on the top of a salt barrel, just around the cor? ner, with his eyes shut. It awakened bis son, who thrust his bead out of the window and shouted "fire!" in the most stentorian tones that a youth of eleven years can command. It roused his wife from her peaceful slumbers, who thrust her head out of another window and screamed "thieves!" with all the full piercing vigor of her womanly voice. It awakened his neighbors in both direc? tions, who leaned out of their windows and shot at the suffering Mr. Posonby, who stood on the porch, dancing about in an ecstacy of agony, howling at every jump. In a moment he became calm enough to investigate; he removed the trap, explained, and was admitted to the bouse. He explained to Mrs. Posonby, as she bandaged bis wounded hands, that he thought sure it was "snakes," and when that good lady ridiculed the idea, and said there was no snakes about here, he shook his head wearily, and looked at her out of the corner of his eyes with a sweet, sad smile. Language of Finger Rings.?In case of a gentleman wishing to marry? literally in the market with his heart? he wears a plain or chased gold ring upon the first finger of the left (or heart) hand. When success attends his suit, and he is actually engaged, the ring passes to the second finger. After marriage it passes to the third finger: If, however, the gent desires to tell the fair ones that he not only is not "in mar? ket," but he does not design to marry at all, he wears the signet upon his little finger, and all ladies may understand that he is out of their reach. With the fair sex the "laws of the ring" are: A plain or chased gold ring on the lit? tle finger of the right hand implies not "engaged," or, in other words, "ready for proposals, sealed or otherwise." When engaged the ring passes to the first finger of the left hand. When married tho third finger receives it. If the fair one proposes to defy all seige to her heart, she places the ring on her first and fourth finger?one on each, like two charmB to keep away the tempt? er. It is somewhat singular that this dis? position of rings is rare! ? A bosom friend?A clean shirt. OUR CENTENNIAL LETTER. Agricultural Hall Continued Mr. doolittle on agricultural Machinery?Cracker Mosaics? Displays of Canned Goods?The Gentleman from Maine?Singer Sewing Machines?Visit of the Operatives?Immense Mob of Visi? tors?Dom Pedro, Lotta, and Henry Ward Beecher, etc., etc. Special Correspondence oj the Anderson Intelligencer. Philadelphia, June 29,1876. "My grandfather would never ride on that ar' machine with a silk umberreler over his head, ef he knowed hisself," re? marked a deep bass voice behind me, and turning around, I beheld Mr. Doolittle contemplating a Buckeye Mower.? "Them new fangled machines, sir, is de? stroying the race of farmers, sir. There ain't none on 'em left to speak on now," he said, looking disdainfully on the fly? ing rakes, as they went around like the arms of a wind-mill. "This, I 'spose, they call the Agricultooral Department ?pooty Agricultooral Department; ain:t got a tater or a squash." Anger was on his brow, heavy and dark, as he moved away. I looked around, and it was, in? deed, a sight. "Can it be possible," I said to myself, "that these elegant machines before me were ever intended for the field, or are destined, in the future, to lay under the shed in the barn yard." Here they are, reapers and mowers, rakers and sowers, all gilded and nickeled like something intended for a parlor ornament. It is really wonderful to see the perfection to which they have brought farming machinery. Of course, most of my readers have seen these things for years at country fairs and State exhibi? tions, but nowhere, since the world began, have such a multitude of elegant ma? chines been covered by a single roof. It is not simply utility that has been con? sulted in the drills, and mowers, and reapers, and rakes, hay forks, or ploughs. Everything is constructed with a taste and beauty that seems to be absolute per? fection. And this taste and beauty is not confined to any particular thing; it is everywhere throughout the Agricultu? ral Hall. Passing up the main aisle, you come to an exquisite exhibition of Mosaic work, in colors so rich and beautiful, that your attention is immediately arrested. Your first inquiry is what is it for, and you finally conclude that it is a unique specimen of Mosaic tiling. You draw nearer. Can it be possible 1 Why, it's crackers; nothing but crackers and biscuits?but crackers and biscuits in Buch hues and shapes as you never gazed upon before. This is the exhibit of E. J. Larrabe & Co., of Albany, New York, and is one of the most attractive points in the Hall. Three hundred different kinds of crackers and biscuits are em? ployed in decorating these wonderful Mosaic walls. And not, I am informed, specially gotten up for the occasion, but every kind duplicated in their stock and subject to their regular business order. Just think of it; three hundred different kinds of crackers and biscuits. Ah 1 how lovely they look. As I stood there en? joying them, my mouth watering on both sides, I was in hopes some mischievous little scoundrel would fling a doornick and smash one of the panes of glass by accident, but nary doornick and nary boy, so I passed sadly on, to find myself still surrounded by good things. Near me was a gigantic temple of candy, repre? senting the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and a number of tableaux in American History: Washington crossing the Delaware, the rescue of Capt. John Smith by Pocohontas, the surrender of Fort Ticonderoga to Ethan Allen, the fight between the Kersage and Alabama, and, crowning all, the signing of the Emancipation Proclamation. It is a wonderful piece of work, and is but only one of the many beauties of Agri? cultural Hall. One thing that appeals to the heart of every housekeeper is the manner in which fruits and vegetables can be prop? erly preserved through the year, aud this is certainly one of the strongest points in the Agricultural Department. I do not believe that finer specimens thaa those exhibited in this hall can be found in the world. They come from many States, and are contributed by a multitude of people. Some are the contributions of private individuals, and others by estab? lished manufacturers. Foremost among the manufacturers, the excellence of whose goods have given them a com? manding position in trade, is the great firm of Githens & Rexamer, whose ex? hibit here is one of especial merit? peaches, pears, apples, and -. i jetables of various kinds are turned out of ther cans tasting as fresh as if they were just plucked from the orchard or culled from the vegetable garden. The aquariums form one of the most interesting features of this remarkable exhibition, and on my way down to see them I stumbled over two sucking pigs, one weighed about thirteen and the other ? fourteen hundred; nice little pigs for roasting, I said to myself, as I got up rubbing my shins and walked on to sec the fishes, and there they were, in great glass boxes, swimming about just as nat ural as life. I have not been fishing for some years, an I felt and uncontrollable desire to go fishing. One tank was full of turtles?fine, fat-looking fellows that would have made an alderman's mouth water; and here, too, were salmon?little bits of fellows, who survived the perils of a voyage from Columbia River, nearly four thousand miles, were swimming about just as lively as if they were in their native streams. I love to contem? plate the briny monsters of the deep, I said, half aloud, to myself, as I stood looking at them. "Monsters of the briny deep," remarked Mr. Doolittle, who had just come up ; "the monsters of the briny deep, sir; not the briny monsters of the deep. What do you admire them for, sir?" he asked. "Because they make brains, sir," I replied, exultingly. "All the fish in the sea wouldn't be sufficient to furnish some folks brains," said Mr. Doolittle, looking down on me; and with a wink of his eye, he said, "Look here, jest a few steps this way; look into that modest case, sir. Ef you noosepaper men want brains, as most on you do, this is the stuff that'll give 'era to you. There was a doctor, I forget his name, but he was a big gun, he was, an' he said there was more brains, clear grit, in one pint of wheat than there was in four bushels of onions. I mention this," he said, severely, "because you want brains, and this is the stuff to make 'em." Here was a new article of manufacture, at least new to me. I had heard of cracked wheat, and crushed barley, and wheaten grits, and oatmeal; I had eaten them all; but here was something new. And then I reflected that into wheat entered the largest proportion of brain and muscle food of any other thing. I tried it; it was palatable and sweet, nutricious and, to my mind, supplying a great want in our domestic economy; a healthy food that can be prepared in a few minutes, and of which, in the most simple manner, a multitude of toothsome dishes can be made. The conclusion arrived at in the manufacture are the result of scientific analysis, and the articles furnished by the Cereals Manufacturing Company, of Brooklyn, are steam-cooked white wheat, crushed maize, oaten grits, barley and a compound called Gems of Harvest. If it has really within it the brain element, let every editor and Centennial cor? respondent carry a small bag in his pocket, and by the effect of their power? ful example it may one' day become a national food, and be to Young America what potatoes are to an Irishman or rice to a Chinaman. Another magnificent display is from the great city of Porkopolis, otherwise known as Cincinnati. Several wealthy firms have joined in this exhibition, and it certainly reflects great credit on the State which it represents. Here are casks with glass heads, full of the finest of salt pork. Hams done up in red, white and blue satin, that look very much like splendid parlor ornaments. A one hundred pound pig roasted whole, with a ring in his nose, and labeled "A King in Pork," and sides* of breakfast bacon, such as every housekeeper outside of the Church of Israel would like to have in her larder. This has been a red letter week, every day resembling a grand holiday. Dom Pedro and Mrs. Pedro have been with us ?nice people, those Pedros?I like 'em; very nice people. Then Prince Oscar of Sweden is with us; an excellent young man, and healthy; he is going to remain several days. Lords, barons and counts are plentiful, but we want a duke or two to give the thing a flavor; not that we I object to earls?in fact, now that I think of it, let us have an earl. The supply of foreign celebrities proving inadequate to the demand, we fail back upon home manufacture, and in this dilemma a Con? gressman or a Senator is not bad to take. Failing in that, we fall back upon super? visors and aldermen, and when they give out, we have an army of generals, colo? nels and majors with which we must con? trive to get along. Henry Ward Beecher was here this week looking as rugged and as happy as if his peace bad never been shaken. Little Lotta, the actress, was also here, looking just like the little fairy that she is. Ex-Vice President Colfax also dropped in to see us. But the great event of the week has been the visit of the Singer Sewing Machine employees. Four thousand of them came on five big railroad trains, coming down on us like an army with banners. They were re? ceived by the President of- the Commis? sion, General Hawley, and other officers of the Commission, and were presented with a splendid flag by the Mayor of Elizabethport, New Jersey. In the evening the whole party returned to their homes after a day of unqualified pleasure, and the cost of the trip to the Singer Company was ?25,000. On Friday there were nearly 50,000 paying?people on the ground, and the rush is steadily in? creasing. BROADBRIM. ^_ The Discovery of Iceland.? Warned by the trials which other voy? agers had had when trying to find new lands, Flokko carried in his ship three ravens which had previously been conse? crated by the pagan priests of Norway. Two ravens were supposed to bring to Odin, or Woden, the chief deity of the Northmen, news of all that happens iu the world. And Flokko relied on the ravens to tell him when land was in sight. The first raven, when setfree, returned to the land from whence the ship had sailed; therefore, this was yet the nearest shore. The second was let loose some days after? ward, and after wandering in the air, came back to the ship, showing thereby that there was no land in sight. But this and the third, when set at liberty after two days, mounted up into the sky, circled about as if to take a view of the horizon, and then took a straight flight into the west. Flokko followed in that direction, and so reached the island for which be searched. The colony did not thrive. It was broken up, and the colonists returned to Norway, bringing an evil report of the land, which they called Iceland. But in 875, ten years after Flokko's failure, one Earl Ingolf, who had quarreled with one of his neighbors and had killed some of his thralls, or bondmen, found it nec? essary for him to flee from the wrath of the king, Harald Haarfager (Harald the Fair-haired,l and he accordingly took his ships ana went to Iceland. Here he founded a colony which has lasted through all the centuries?a remarkable community.?St. Nicholas for July. ? A Missouri lawyer successfully de? fended a highwayman, but charged hira an exhorbitant fee. The highwayman paid it without a muriner, stopped his counsel on his way home at night, and recovered the cash. ? "The Great unknown"?The mer? chant who doesn't advertise. 1 A Few Terrible Counts Against the Republican Party. The Hon. George F. Hoar, a Repub? lican member of Congiess, closed his speech on the Belknap impeachment, a* follows: "My own public life has been a brief I and insignificant one, extending little I beyond the duration of a single term of Senatorial office, but in that brief period I have seen five judges of a high court of the United States driven from office by threats of impeachment for corrup? tion or mal-ad in in ist ration. I have heard the taunt from the friendliest lips, that when the United States presentea herself in the East to take part with the civil? ized world in generous competition in the arts of life, the only product-in which she surpassed all others beyond question was her corruption. I have seen in the State, in the Union, foremost in power and wealth, four judges of her courts impeached for corruption and the politi? cal administration of her chief city be? come a by-word throughout the world.? I have seen the Chairman of the Com? mittee on Military Affairs in the House, now a distinguished member of this court, rise in his place and demand the expul? sion of four of his associates for making sale of their official privilege of selecting , the youths to be educated at our great military school. When the greatest rail? road of the world, binding together the continent and uniting the two great seas which wash our shores, was finished, I have seen our national triumph turned to bitterness'and shame by the|unanimous reports of three committees of Congress, two of the House and one here, that every step of that mighty enterprise had been taken in fraud. I have heard in highest places the shameless doctrine avowed by men, grown old in public office that the true way by which power should be gained in a republic is to bribe the peo? ple with offices created for their service, and the true end for which it should be used when gained is the promotion of selfish ambition and the gratification of personal revenge. I had heard that sus? picion haunts the footsteps of the trusted companioqs of the President. These things have passed into history." Food for the Nerves. The mind, as it is called, and the body are one, and can only act by the same laws; whether action proceeds from the nervous centres and is invisible, or from the muscular system and is visible?it is the action produced by force generated within. The German Professor Helmholtz has lately brought the calculations of the force that has to be engendered within our comprehension, and if such a force has to be maintained, it can only be done by nourishment or food. Food consists not only of organic vegetable and animal matter, but also of air and water, and therefore a change of air is often invigor? ating to the nervous system. Our ideas of the mind's work are still very con-1 fused, for all nervous action is produced by exertion or'waste of force. Grief is nervous exertion; joy is nervous exer- i tion; despondency is nervous exertion; every thought is nervous exertion, and all this exertion wants maintaining and feeding. Whenever exhaustion appears, or so-called nervous disorders, it is noth? ing else but the consequence of want of nourishment. Grief makes a greater claim on the nervous centres than joy. and it is exceedingly wrong to avoid food in grief. Despondency is nothing but the result of incomplete nutrition of the nerves, which give way under outward pressure; it is only necessary to be judi? cious and give good nonrishmeut to de? sponding persons, such as will invigorate and prove of tonic value, and the nervous system will return to its natural elasticity. Despondency exhausts the nervous system greatly, for all thought is action, and desponding thought wastes more force than ioyous thought. Nervous diseases are the consequence of continued waste of nervous action and incomplete nutri? tion, and require nothing but judicious dietetic treatment. We have, at the out? set of our movement, always maintained .that all nervous disorders and so-called lunacy can be greatly affected by diet and we maintain this now; healthy and judicious food moulds the character and nourishes the brain.?National and Fuel, Reformer. India-Rubber.?India-rubber is col? lected in a peculiar way in Africa. The plant which furnishes it is a gigantic creeper, reaching to the tops of the high? est trees, and with a stem that is some? times as thick as a man's thigh. It has large, bright, dark green leaves, some? what like those of the magnolia, and is thickly studded with beautiful bunches of pure white star-like flowers, which have a powerful bitter almond perfume that is very attractive to insects. The fruit is the size of a large orange, yellow when ripe, and round, but with hard shell. This is filled with a reddish pulp, which has an agreeable acid taste.? Every part of the creeper, says Mr. Mon teiro, exudes a milky juice when cut or wounded; but unlike the india-rubber tree of America, this milky sap will not run into a vessel placed to receive it, as it dries so quickly as to form a ridge on the wound, which stops its further flow. The blacks collect it by making long cuts in the bark with a knife, and as the milky juice gushes out it is wiped off continually with their fingers, and smeared on their arms, shoulders, and breast until a. thick covering is formed. This is peeled off their bodies? and cut into small squares, which are said to be then boiled in water. No less than four hundred tons of rubber were collected in this way in 1874 in the province of Am briz alone. A Beautiful Figure.?Life is like a fountain fed by a thousand streams, that perishes if one be dried. It is a silver cord twisted with a thousand strings, that parts asunder if one be broken.? Thoughtless mortals are surrounded by innumerable dangers' which make it so much more that they escape so long, than that they almost all perish suddenly at last. We are encompassed with accidents every day, sufficient to crush the decay? ing tenements we inhabit; the seeds of disease are planted in our constitution by nature. Tbe earth and atmosphere whence we draw the breath of life are impregnated with death; health is made to operate with its own destruction. The food that nourishes contains the elements of decay; the soul that animates it by vivifying, first tends to wear it out by its own action ; death lurks in ambush along the paths. Notwithstanding tbe truth is so probably confirmed by the daily ex? ample before our eyes, how little do we lay it to heart! We see our friends and neighbors die; but how seldom does it occur to our thoughts, that our knell may next give warning to the world. ? "Have you children ?" demanded a house renter. "Yes," replied tlje other solemnly: "six?all in the cemetery." "Better there than here," said the land? lord, consolingly, and proceeded to exe? cute the desired lease. In due time the children returned from the cemetery, whither they had been sent to play; but it was too late to annul the contract. Self-Improvement. There are many young working men who are anxious to improve their minds by reading and studying out of business hours. But too many grow discouraged and fail in their efforts for self-improve? ment, although they begin with the best intentions. A want of thoroughness in whatever is undertaken is, perhaps, one great cause of such failures. A practical writer on that topic gives the following good direc? tion : "Never leave what you undertake to learn until you reach your arms arouna it, and clench your hands on the other side." It is not the amount of reading you run over that will ever make you learned, it is the amount you retain. Dr. Abernetby maintained that "there was a point of saturation in his mind," beyond which it was not capable of taking in more. Whatever was pressed upon it afterwards crowded out something else. It is probable that few of us have minds more sponge like than that of the great doctor. Every young man should endeavor to perfect himself in the science of the busi? ness he has chosen. Without this, he must always content himself in the lower walks of his calling. The cost of a few cigars will buy all the books he requires, and his own dilligencc may be made to well supply the place of a tutor. With? out such diligence, the best teacher in the world could not manufacture him into a scholar. If once going over a point will not master it, he must tackle it again. Better give a week's study to a page than conclude that yon can not comprehend it. But though it is wise to give your main strength to your own specialty, yon should not confine yourself to such study exclusively. The perfection of all your powers should be your aspiration. Those who can only think or talk on one sub? ject may be efficient in their line; but they are not agreeable members of society in any of its departments. Neither have they made the most of themselves. They become one-sided and narrow in their views, and are reduced to a humili? ating dependence oh one branch of in? dustry. It costs nothing to carry knowl? edge; and in times like these, to be able to put his hand to more than one branch of industry often serves a man a good turn. Do not attempt too much in the way of study to begin with; you will surely lose heart if you do. Be humble and modest in aspirations, and if you are diligent never fear but that you will hear a voice saying: "Come up higher." Be content to gather the precious gold of learning grain by grain; you will soon be able to see the growing and will learn from it the wonderful power of the littles, which' is felt and shown in mental as well as in golden grains. May I go Babefooted.?Yesterday noon a bold, bad boy who lives on Col? umbia street went home from school and said: "Dear mother, may I go in my bare feet this afternoon? None of the boys wear shoes in the spring." But his mother said: my darling boy, I can not let you go barefooted and if you tease me about it I will wattle your tender cuticle with tbe unkind end of a cheerful skate strap. So the bold, bad boy closed the debate with a sigh, and, when the yeas and nays were called, his mother did not prevail, and the house soon after ad? journed. But the boy went out of the yard by the alleyway, and took off his shoes and stockings, and hid them behind the wood-pile and scudded merrily off to school, ana everybody admired his fat, muddy, bare feet. But when he got out of school the ground was covered with snow, and he had a solemn time bippity hopping, back home, and when he got there he couldn't tell the wood-pile from the haystack, and his hidden, shoes and stockings might as well have been in the middle of the ocean for all the good they did him. So he went into the house, and, after a great deal of filibustering, he made his report, which was tabled, and the house went into committee of the whole on tbe state of the boy. His moth? er took the floor, and after an exciting and highly interesting session the com? mittee rose and the house adjourned, while the boy rubbed such portions of his anatomy as he could reach, and framed a bill for the more perfect prevention of chilblains.?Burlingion Havokeye. A Cobpse Eaten by Hogs.?A very sad affair occurred in Pike County, Ala., about five miles from Troy, on Monday last, the particulars of which are pecu? liarly shocking. Mrs. Polly McLeod, a widow lady, nearly sixty years of age, who was subject to asthmatic attacks, left her son's house about two o'clock in the afternoon, for the purpose of visiting a daughter who lived a mile away.? Nothing was heard of her until the next morning, when her body was found in the road near her son's, house, with the face badly eaten by hogs. It is supposed that she was violently attacked with asth? ma soon after starting and fell dead in the road. As she was to remain at her daughter's over night her absence created no alarm in her son's family, and the road being little used for travel, her body was not discovered until the next day.? Hogs which were running at large in that vicinity commenced to mutilate and devour the corpse, and but for its discov? ery early in the morning they would have left it in a fearful and repulsive state of mutilation. When driven away, howev? er, only the face of the unfortunate wo? man had been eaten. A Gbeat Motheb.?The mother of John Quincy Adams, said in a letter to him, when he was only twelve: "I would rather see you in your grave than grow up a profane and graceless boy." Not long before his death a gentleman said to him: "I've found out who made you." . "What do you mean?" asked Mr. Adams. The gentleman replied : "I have just been reading the published letters.of your mother." "If," this gentleman relates, "I had spoken that dear name to some little boy who had been for weeks away from his mother, his eyes could not have flushed more brightly nor his' face glowed more quickly than that venerable old man when I pronounced the name of his mother. He stood up in his peculiar manner and said: 'Yes, sir; all that is good in me I owe to my mother.'" ? Men's lives should be like the day ?more beautiful in the evening; or like the summer?aglow with promise; and like autumn?rich with golden sheaves, where good deeds have ripened on the field. ? The number of paying visitors to the United States Centennial for the first thirteen days aggregates 238,784, whilst the number visiting tbe Vienna Exposi? tion for tbe first thirteen days only num? bered 72,729, showing that the pay visi? tors to the American Exhibition are more than three times as numerous thus far as those of the Vienna Exposition during the corresponding period, whilst the price of admission is about tile same. LEGAL ADVERTISING.-We are compelled to require cash payments for advertising ?rdered by Executors, Administrators and other fiduciaries, and herewith append the rates for the ordinary notices, which will only be inserted when the money comes with the order: Citations, two insertions,- - - - - j.ltO Estate Notices, three insertions, - - 2.00 Final Settlements, fire insertions ? - 3.00 TO CORRESPONDENTS.-ln order to receive attention, communications most be accompanied by tbe true name and address of the writer. Re? jected manuscripts will not be returned, unless tbe necessary stamps are furnished to repay the postage thereon. ?5" We are not responsible for tbe views and opinions of our correspondents. All communications should be addressed to "Ed? itors Intelligencer," and all checks, drafts, money orders. Ac, should be made payable to the order of HOYT & CO., Anderson, S. C. ;nebuchadnezzar.; BY IRWIIT BUBS ELL. You, Nobuchadnezzer, whoa, sah! Whar is you try in' to go, sah? I'd hab you for to know, soli, I'm a-holdin' ob de lines. You better stop dat prim ein'; You's pow'ful fond ob danciu' But I'll bet-riiy yeah's advancin' Dat Til cure you ob your shines. Look heah, mule 1 Better min' out? Fus' fing you know you'll fin' out How quick I'll wear dis line out On your ugly stubbo'n bock! You needn't try to steal up An' lift dat precious heel up; You's got to plow dis fiel' up, You lias, sah, for a-fac'. Dar, dat's de way to do it! He's com in' right down to it; Jes' watch him plowiu' t'roo it! Dis nigger ain't no fool. Some folks day would 'a' beat him? I know jes1 how'to treat him: You nuts' reason wid a mule. He minds me like a nigger. If he was only bigger He'd fotch a mighty figger, He would, I tell you! Yes, sali! See how he keeps a-clicken'! He's as gentle as a chicken, An' ncber thinks o' kickin'? Whoa dor! Xebuchadnezzuh ! ? ? ? ? ? Is dis heah me, or^not me? Or is de debbil got me? Was'dat a cannon shot me? Hab I laid heah more' n a week ? Dat mule do kick amazin'! .De beast was sp'iled in raisin'? By now I 'spect he's grazin'. On de oder side de creek. The Salt Mountains in Southern Nevada.?Beginning six miles up the Virgin river, mountains of salt extend for thirty or more miles up the Virgin and Muddy rivers, in Nevada. There are openings now made from six to twen? ty miles up the Virgin river at different places. From six to twelve miles up, these openings uncover a species of dark gray salt, mnetv-two per centum pure, presenting to the casual observer the appearance of common gray granite, lhese openings are all on the east side of the Virgin river, from one-fourth to one half mile from its banks. At a point twenty miles up the river, and on its western side, is a mountain of pure white crystalized salt, white as the driven snow and transparent almost as glass. It is at once a pleasing and interesting spectacle to see the great masses of crystal-like salt as thrown out by a three or four foot blast. These pure and beautiful blocks resemble somewhat blocks of tht purest ice when prepared for the ice-house. On placing a mass six inches thick aver a column of the Chronicle the fine print could be read easily.?San Francisco Chronicle. The Two Wersters.?When Mr. Webster visited England, after he had attained fame enough to precede him, an English gentleman took him one day to see Lord * Brougham. That eminent Briton received our Daniel with such coolness that he was glad to get away and back to his rooms. The friend who had taken him at once returned to Lord Brougham in haste and anger. "My lord, how could you behave with such unseemly rudeneas and discourtesy to so great a lawyer and statesman? It was' insulting to him, and has filled me with mortification." "Why, what on earth have I done, and whom have I been rude to ?" "To Daniel Webster, of the Senate of the United States." "Great Jupiter,, what a blunder I I . thought it was that fellow Webster who made a dictionary and nearly ruined the English language." Then the great Chancellor quickly hunted up the American Senator, and having other tastes in common besides law and politics, they made a royal night of it.?Editor's Drawer in Harper's Mag' azine for June. The Salaries of Governors.?New York pays its Governof an annual salary of $10,000, which is the highest paid in the Union. Louisiana pays $8,000, Cali? fornia $6,000, Nevada $6,000. Eight States?Kentucky, Massachusetts, Mis? souri, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Texas, Virginia and Wisconsin?pay $5,000; Maryland $4,500. Three States ?Alabama, Georgia and Florida?pay each $4,000. Arkansas and South Caro? lina pay each $3,500. Kansas, Indiana. Minnesota, Mississippi, New Jersey ana Tennessee pay each $3,000. Illinois; Iowa and Maine pay each $2,500. West Virginia pays $2,700. Connecticut $2,000, Oregon $1,500, Delaware $1,800, and Michigan, Nebraska, New Hamp? shire, Rhode Island and Vermont pay their Governors respectively a salary of just $1,000. Dying.?Benjamin F. Taylor, of the Chicago Journal, draws the following beautiful picture in reference to the cer? tain departure for that undiscovered country: . There is a dignity about that going away alone, which we call dying?that wrapping of the mantel of immortality about us; that putting aside with a Sale hand the azure curtains that are rawn around this cradle of a world; that venturing away from home for the first time in our* lives, for we are dead; there is nothing dead to speak of, and seeing foreign countries not down on the maps we have read about. There must be lovely lands somewhere starward, for none ever^return that go thither, and we very much doubt if any would if they could. Receipt for Pickling Beef.?One gallon of salt, one pint of brows sugar, one tablespoonful of saltpetre. Mix well in a tub or box. Cut the beef into pieces about four inches thick, stir the mixture thoroughly, sprinkle some in the bottom of the barrel, rub each piece well in with the salt and sugar, or the mixture1, as if salting pork?then deposit the same in the barrel. On each layer of meat sprinkle the mixture. Place a large weight on the last layer. In the morn? ing it will be covered with the brine, made from (lie meat itself. Pour no water on to make brine. Keep the meat under the brine, and it will keep for years. ? The latest story of a brave though childlike form, faithful at the post of duty, comes from Ohio. He was the son of a village editor, and having discovered a broken rail just outside of the town, sat for five hours on a fence near by waiting for the train, so that he might be the first ' to carry the particulars of the accident to his father. Such devotion to the pater? nal interests is very affecting. ? For a straightforward plea to the Suestion of "Guilty, or not guilty?" take le case of that Missouri chap on .trial for murder?"if yer nonor please, I am guilty. I killed the man because he took my gal from me. She was about the on? ly thing I had; and I did not want to live after she went, and I didn't want him to live neither. And I would be much obliged to yer honor if you hang ? me as soon as possible."