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BY GLLNKSCALE - ? ? i ^'?OLUMN, ? J. G. CLLNKSCALES, Editob. Never criticise the work of your pre? decessor l>efore your classes. Do your own work ?s it ought to be done' and let the past go. Miss Ella Slack's school at Centennial continues by private subscription. We are glad to see the good people of that , community.attest their appreciation of Miss Black, and her services by making her this school. The faithful, painstak teacher will " be rewarded sooner or later. . ' ? Miss Bowen, daughter of Col. Bowen, ^pf Bickens, has charge of the school at St Paul's. That school has been taught : by some excellent young ladies since we ^ ibave known it. Misses Campbell, Drake,. Dargah and Bowen have each had a band In training the young minds- and hearts . of faat community. Last week we published a very inter? esting article on "Dry Teachers.5' We do hope all .but teachers read it; if they did not, let them look up the paper and read it yet. In our judgment that is one of the greatest draw-backs to our system of education. The tendency has been to make dry teachers. He who does not while out of school prepare for the work to be done in it, will get dry in spite of all his .wishes to the contrary. 0, for m#e readers, more students among our teachers 1 .... Miss M. N. Stenhouse has not been less popular at Shiloh, (District No. 8,) than any of her predecessors. Her pupils and patrons are. fond of her. Miss* Stenhouse ? was educated at the Meminger school in Charleston, and tekea the disdpline and drill - of that school into her own school room. The minds of the children are -quickened by the sympathetic and sunbeam manner of | the teacher. For tu nate are the children whose teacher's voice; thrills -them and stimulates them to noble action. It is pleasant to find a youug lady giving .such general satisfaction in' her "own neighborhood as does Miss Jennie W. Boeamond at Cedar Wreath. Miss . Rosamond is a graduate of the Reedvllle Female College andjs fond of teaching. She takes advantage of whatever tends to prepare her for teaching correctly the ' pupils en^usted ;'J her. Her pupils behave well and recite well. Mies Rosa-1 mond appreciates the fact that teaching means something more than crowding theTmind?with "dry facts?she labors*to teach the children to think, and creates within them a thirsting for knowledge. The new school taught by Miss Annie Grubbs " between Bel ton and Calhoun promises'to accomplish great good. The teacher is young in years, bat full of en? ergy and pluck. The Honea Path High School could not have sent out a better representative, or , fairer sample of its . work, than this youthful teacher. If Mr. Watkins has any more just like this one, and they will not stay, with him longer, we will find places for them. The house occupied by Miss Grubbs is not suitable for school purposes, but is better than . none at all. Let; the good people of that community look after that matter, and oreet a good, comfortable house there .some time daring the summer. They must do it; it will pay to do it. Mr. Bobt. Bagwell was succeeded at Bathesda by Miss Mattie Anderson. Miss Anderson had a fall school and moved along gracefully and steadily. Shij-eceived her training at the William? aton Female College and caries with her the inspiration she gathered at that in? stitution of learning. We"were particu? larly well pleased to find that she is not - a -"dry teacher;" she is pushing her own studies vigorously when out of school. She keep3 on bsud a book of test prob? lems In arithmetic, which not only affords her entertainment, but gives her an ad? mirable drill exercise. Not 'satisfied to be:able to work all the problems in the arithmetic used in the school, she pro? poses to keep herself thoroughly posted and; bright. That kind of ambition is laudable and commendable. The school at Three and Twenty was taught by Miss Richie, assisted by Mies Bickens, a daughter ef Col. W. S. Pick ens. The young ladies did a good work there. The school was full and well taught.: The pupils gave evidence of | the inspiration gathered from the teach ? eri. The house is in good condition and is located in a. lovely grove. The land around it has been owned by the Pickens family for four or five generations pasf. If we are not mistaken, Mr. B. W. Pickens, one of our trustees, is the fifth B. W. Pickens who has owned it*. The original R. W. Pickens, it is said, figured extensively in the Revolutionary war. Will not some of the pupils of that school write us a history of that commu? nity ? Col. W. S. Pickens could furnish them a great deal of information that would be worth printing. KEEP THE BOYS ON THE EABM. Many parents are anxious to keep their boys, on the farm. For fear that they may become dissatisfied they are not en? couraged to attend school. In some communities a fanner is supposed to have no use for an education. That is a mistake. The. farmer boy has a right to as good an education as any other boy. .Because he knows something about the logic of mathematics, the mysteries of science, the beauty of language, and > the sublimity of literature, he is none the less fitted to labor on the farm. We need educated farmers. No life is more independent, or opens up* a wider field for usefulness. All around him he beholds the beauty of nature. Every bVie of grasp, every wild flower in the forest, every pebble turned up by his plow, tells to him its own lesson, and adds much to the pleasure of his free and independent life. He reads the 'message of his Creator in his fields ready for harvest, in the stars of heaven and the ever changing hues of mists and clouds, and even lipon the rocks beneath .hie feet he reads the epic poem of crea S & LANGSTON. tion, written by the finger of God when the morning stars sang together. Keep the boys on the farm if you will, bat do not deprive them of a practical education. There most be citizens as well as farmers. Should they develop talents that will fit them to some other work, do not bind them to the farm. As a rale, every one will succeed best at^d work in which he is most interested Some of oar ablest men have been raised on the farm. There was other work for them to do* and the world speaks their names with reverence. The majority of men who are now noted in war, politics, science, and lit? erature, were raised on the farm. So will it ever be. Not from the crowded cky, bat from the free homes of honest toil will the great men of the future come. The daily work on the farm cul? tivates habits of industry and persever? ance that adds mach to the strength of a man in any vocation. Because a hoy does faithful work is no reason why he should be deprived from developing the ! talents God has given him. We plead for the farmer boys. They endure many hardships and suffer many privations. The first lesson they learn is to work. Summer's heat and winter's cold may bring changes in the daily chores, bat with the change there comes no rest. Though tired, yet the work mast be done. When the world grows wider, they have aspirations^ and desires for something nobler and better. What they want is the privilege of making the beat of themselves. The farm is not their world. They see wonders beyond the horizon. They become dissatisfied and restless. _ 1 What they want is a practical educa? tion. Give them a knowledge of science, mathematics and language, and they will have for their companions the great and good of all ages. The human intellect was created to receive knowledge, Each new truth developed or understood makes the world wider. He may work on the farm, but his mindis not confined to the price of corn or to the yield of potatoes. He sees new beauty in everything, and labor, becomes a pleasure. ~But Buppose a boy. should leave the farm?; Is it not belter that he should succeed at something else rather than fail at farming? It matters not what work a man expects to engage in, he should receive a practical education. Knowledge is power. The better educa? tion a man has the better he will succeed. A ndrmal education will not unfit any man for life work.. It will make him a better farmer, a better mechanic, a better school teacher, a better citizen, and a better man in every respect.?Teachers' Guide. The General Purpose Farmer. The "general purpose" farmer has re? ceived no attention from the writers of the agricultural press, though he is of vastly more' importance than the "gen? eral purpose" cow, horse, sheep, hen, barn, strawberry or apple. The general purpose farmer is obe who can do many difficult things and do them all well. He can plan operations and execute them himself or show others how. He is a good manager of a place. He knows when and how to plant, cultivate and harvest every kibu of a crop ordinarily raised on a farm. He is a good gardener and knows bow to raise most kinds of fruit. He can prune, graft and bud trees properly and raise trees, bushes and shrubs, "vines- from seeds and cuttings. He understands the management of manure and knows bow to drain land. He is sufficiently good mechanic to put up fences, to make gates, hang a grind? stone and shingle a shed. He can repair harness, point a plough, paper a sitting room, shear a sheep, dress a hog, cut up a steer, smoke bacon and make sausage. He can sharpen tools and put handles into hoes and axes. The "general purpose farmer" knows how to raise, feed and fatten all kinds of animals kept for their meat. He under? stands what kinds of food are best for producing milk, wool, flesh and fat.* He cultivates the society of animals and learns their ways. He trains heifers to say they will take pleasure in having their milk drawn from them. He has no special occasion for employing a special trainer to "break in" his colts. He begins to subject them to the use of the saddle and bridle when they are very young, and they are ready for work on the road or in the field by the time they are three years old. The "general purpose" farmer must necessarily, in this age of the world, be a good business man. He must understand how to buy, sell and trade. He must be a correct judge of values and must keep himself informed as to prices. Unless he he has the qualifications of a enrcppsfu' merchant he will find it to his advantage to employ some trusty and capable per? son to do his trading for him. A fanner who is a poor judge of stock, or who is not well informed in regard to prices, will be likely to lose money if he under? takes to buy animals with a view to feed? ing and then selling them. It will be better for him to give his attention to tbe raising of crops to sell in the market, or feeding such animals as he can raise on his place. Buying young and poor stock of farm? ers who have not the means of keeping them is a source of great profit to persons who understand the business, but it is likely to ruin those who are lacking in judgment and information. Every farm? er who takes a good commercial newspa? per can keep himself informed as regards to selling prices of fat stock of different grades. If he understands stock-raising and stock-feeding, he can make money in fattening all the animals he can raise, and it will be better for him, if he is not a successful buyer, to limit his exertions to this branch of tbe business.?Rich? mond Farm Journal. ? A slight cold often proves the fore? runner of a complaint which may be fatal. Avoid this result by taking Ayer's Cherry Pectoral, the best remedy for colds, coughs, and all throat and lung diseases. ? For drunkenness, drink cold water; for health, rise early; to be happy, be honest; to please all, mind your own business. A BOLD BLOCKADE BTJNNEB. Capt Wilson Loses and Recaptures the Emily St. Pierre. One dark, rainy night in the summer of 1863 the deck of the Emily St. Pierre, a rakish-looking sailing vessel anchored off one of the largest wharves in Charles? ton, was the scene of unusual commotion, ^^was heavily loaded with cotton, and "herTOrgs, valued at $100,000, was con? signed to Trenholm, Fraser & Co., Liver? pool, England, thejlargeBt cotton firm in the world. Her- sails were being unfurl? ed, and "as they caught the wind that blew half a gale, the swaying of the vessel impeded somewhat the rapid movements of the crew as they hurried aloug the slippery deck in evident preparation for a journey. The steward, a burly negro who had been born a slave in the family of Mr. Trenholm, was the only one who took things leisurely. Finding the sail? ors too busy to listen to him, be stood peering into the darkness, whence shone far in the distance the lights of Fort Sumter, and further still, a faint glim? mer on the indefinable horizon, which he knew came from one or more men-of-war that were on the watch for a chance blockade vessel. This negro steward knew every inch of | the harbor as well as he knew the deck on which he stood. The soughing of the wind and driving gusts of rain, together with the intense darkness of the night, seemed to impress him unfavorably and awaken some of his innate superstition. He muttered to.himself as a sudden rush of wind struck the bellying sails: ' "I don1 like dis. De soun' dat wind brings from de pine barrens is like de moanin' of a lost an' wand'rin- sperrit. In de ole 'days Mas'r an' me sent our cotton paten dis port in broad daylight. Now we sneaks cut wid de whitest an' de finest dat grows on de Sea Islands jes' like we had been er stealin' somebody's chickens. No flag aflyin', no sunshine on de deck, no wavin' of de bandannas on de wharf, but jes' so?in de dark, sly like er fox, an' dodgin' dem forts an' gunboats like we couldn't no longer hole -our heads up big an'high as enybody. 'I'll give Mas'r a talk on dis subject if Gord spars me to come, an,'jes' es shore es my name is John Calhoun, dis is my las' trip under sech sarcumstancsB." While Calhoun soliloquized, two men were talking earnestly on the wharf. One was George A. Trenholm, the head of the firm, and at that time secretary of the treasury of the Southern Confedera? cy. The other was known as Capt Wilson, the commander of the Emily St. Pierre. He was called Capt Wilson because^he did not choose to ubo the name of an ancient and noble house that had borne the fleur de Iis on its azure shield in the' days of Bourbon supremacy in his native France. The Emily St. Pierre had been named for the beautiful daughter of Mr. Trenholm, who though a mere girl, stood in the window of the main office of the cotton warehouse, looking out on the scene before her. At her side stood a boy of about 10 years, who was also ready and eager for a jour? ney. ' Like Calhoun, the girl seemed to have a foreboding of coming danger, and silently held the hand of her companion, as if she would like to keep him at her side rather than see bim go aboard tbe restless ship. The boy's hand returned her warm and friendly clasp, but his eyes were concentrated on the tall, sinewy form of his father on the wharf below, him. Trenholm was saying: "Wilson, do not take Leolyn with you. It is a perilous voyage. Leave him with me. I will be a father to bim if anything should happen to you. The sum of $25, 000 shall be put to your credit in the Bank of England as soon as your cargo reaches Liverpool, and your success is more assured without the child than with him." "Entreaty is useless," Wilson answer? ed firmly. "I must have him with me. He must become accustomed to perils. His forefathers were brave men, and never commenced an enterprise with a forethought of failure. I am determined to have him educatod in Europe, and I see no promise of a better opportunity to take him on a voyage with me. The wind and rain are in our favor, and in an hour's time we ought to be beyond the forts." ?As he finished speaking he made a high musical note on an antique silver whistle he carried on bis watch-guard. When the boy heard .it his eyes brightened, and drawing tbe girl's hand through bis arm, he carefully led her down the office steps and towards the two gentlemen. In a few mirj u tes Mr. Trenholm returned with his daughter and was driven to his home in Charleston. Every sail on the Emily St. Pierre was Stretched to its utmost tension, and as the anchor chain rattled over her sides she sailed away. By sunrise she had safely passed the gunboats and Calhoun's uneasiness would have entirely disap? peared if the sunbeams of tbe morning had fallen on the familiar flag he had been accustomed to -in "de ole days" in? stead of tbe Union Jack that was un? furled to tbe breeze as she sped over an open sea. . A few days afterwads, however, two large Federal men-of-war saw and sig? nalled the suspicious looking ship. With sails spread she gave them a long, hard race, but as they gained on her and brought their heavy ordnance to bear directly on her sides, she paused and surrendered. An attempt at a fight with such odds against him would have been suicidal. Capt Wilson received the officers who boarded tbe blockade runer with all the courtesy of a man who wel? come his honored guests. A brief investiga tion showed them tbe nature and mission of tbe captured ship. The spurious Union Jack was hauled down and the Stars and Stripe3 soon took its place. The crew were made prisoners of war and trans? ferred to one of the conquering ships. The dauntless Capt Wilson, whose self possession never left him, suggested he should be allowed to remain with his son on board tbe Emily St. Pierre, as she was an old boat with peculiar mach? inery, and carried a cargo that was just then especially valuable. To this request the officers assented. They also agreed to retain tbe negro steward, who express? ed an earnest wish to stay. Tbe new NDERSON, S.C., T c:ew was composed of eight experienced sailors besides tbe two naval officers who were to take the blockade-runner to New York in the wake of one of the men-of war. A friendship soon sprung up between the officers and the 3uave captain. They found the Frenchman was master of navigation, a charming conversationalist j and was of invaluable assistance to them in managing the queer craft on which they sailed. Every evening Capt Wilson amused them with wild adventures he had experienced in his journeys of the past few years, and made himself so use? ful and agreeable that the young officers got into the habit of treating him more as a brother officer than as a prison of war. They even sent him below to order the sailors to do certain work on the ship on several occasions. The captain's pretty boy became quite a'pet with all the crew, and both f.therandson seemed to return with great heartiness tbe evident favor with which they were regarded. Capt Wilson spent a part of every day on the deck with his son, for whose amusements he whittled all sorts of odd playthings from pieces of wood. The officers would sometimes pause and laugh at the comical jumpin-Jacks and other toys their ingenious and versatile priso? ner had carved with bis pocket-knife for the bright child, to whom he seemed devotedly attached. Capt Wilson whit? tled these playthings every day with remarkable persistency, and the child seemed to develop an unusual fondness for them. In the presence of the officers he would tease his father to come with him on deck and make him new toys. " One day, as he was thus engaged, he asked the boy: "Leo, if tbe occasion required it, could you face great danger without shrinking, that you and I might succeed in a difficult undertaking ?" The child's laughing face grew serious in an instant as he answered: "Try me. I can shoot a pistol with as steady a hand as you can, and I have known," he added in a whisper, though no one was near them, "what you have been working on While you pretend to be making my toys. I am no baby, as you know, papa, to care for such play-things, but I Eaw you wanted to make those odd little things you have in you pocket." Tbe man looked at tbe child in astonishment for one' moment, and then drawing him to bis arms he kissed him again and again. The officer who came near at that mo? ment turned away and sighed as he thought of the probable fate of the father, when he should be delivered to the authorities and held to account for the contraband business he had pursued with such notorious daring that he could not hope for much mercy. He considerate? ly left them together Jonger than usual and went into his cabin to calculate how much longer his prisoner would enjoy the jompanionship of bis only child. -The.man-of-war had long since disap? peared and would reach New York several days ahead of the Emily St. Pierre. Left alone with the boy, Capt Wilson said: "Follow me closely this afternoon, and when you bear my silver whistle, come directly, but without show? ing any signs of baste, into the captain's sabin. I am going to put you to a test from which a man might shrink, but you must prove yourself worthy of the trust I repose in you." "I will," Eaid the child, and that instant, bearing approaching footsteps, he brought back the cpreless smile to his face that had grown suddenly pale at his father's ominous words, and when the second officer in command came up he was apparently absorbed in a pile of fvcoden playthings be had scornfully hashed away a moment before. A little later Capt Wilson arose and walked away, followed at a short distance by the boy, who carried with noisy solicitude bis wooden soldiers and other toys. Capt Wilson went into the command? ing officer's cabin and found him still bending over the chart. With a pleasant remark, and a request that bis entrance should not disturb him, Capt Wilson walked up behind tbe officer and with a powerful and quick effort slipped a wooden gag in his mouth. In a few moments the dumb officer was securely tied to his chair with a cord the wily blockader had carried on his person for several days for the purpose. . At a note from the silver whistle the boy glided through the door. His father banded him one of the officers's pistols and said : "Guard this door till I return and if the other officer comes in kill him instantly." Ho took the weapon and calmly stationed himself near the door. The intrepid Wilson hurried off to find the steward. He put a revolver at his head, stated his plans to the frightened negro and forced him to swear implicit obedience to him. The negro readily entered into Capt Wilson's plans for recapturiug the ship, and took tbe offered revolver to prevent the access of the marines to the eecond officer's cabin. In a few minutes more by a clever and reckless ruse Wilson bad this officer also gagged and bound flat on his back in his own berth. This much accomplished, Wilson went below with his jauntiest air and told the marines that tbe commanding officer had ordered him to go with them into a ccr tain part ot the ship to make some needed repairs at once. Not doubtiDg the state? ment, one by one the eight men went down the narrow Btairway. As soon as I the last one had disappeared Wilson quickly closed and secured the hatchway. He called to them to wait until be should return. He went to the captain's cabin, relieved his fearless child of in? tense anxiety, told the officer he thanked him for the kindness with which he had been treated, and regretted that he would be forced to keep both him and his com? rade. Becurely bound until the Emily St. Pierre should reach Trenholm & Fraser's wharf in Liverpool. He told how the eight marines had been made prisoners, assured the commaudirg officer that he should be made as comfortable as possi? ble, and took the gag out of his mouth. Then with his son and the steward, both heavily armed, he opened the Latchway, and called to the wondering group and told them what he had done. Only one man could ascend the narrow stairway at a time, so they were entirely at his mercy. He spoke plausibly to HUESDAT MOENII them, promised them immediate liberty and $24 apiece when he should land at Liverpool, and a plenty of rations during the voyage, which he assured them would be as brief as tbe utmost speed of tbe Emily St. Pierre could make it. Under the shadow of the Stars and Stripes and at the cost of almost superhuman mental and physical exertion for three days on the part of Wilson and the steward the Emily St. Perre sped on towards Liver? pool. At the end of the third day Wilson became so exhausted that he was com? pelled to bribe one of the marines to help him manage the ship. lie succeeded and tbe man walked up tbe stairway while his comrades held back before the three cocked revolvers above them. This bribed recruit was constantly watched by Wilson or the steward or the courageous boy, who never showed the least sign of fright throughout the terrible journey. The ship anchored off Liverpool har? bor at night. A member of Trenholm & Fr?sers, firm came aboard and carried a detailed account of tbe unprecedented ex? ploit back to tbe city, and tbe Liverpool Mercury devoted its first page to a detail? ed statement of it Tbe next morning the city was wild with excitement. The Emily St. Pierre touched Trenholm & Fraser's wharf flying both the Oon feder? ate flag and the Union Jack. She was welcomed by a mob of people singing "Eule Britannia" and tbe "Southern Marseillaise." Wilson was the hero of the hour and for six months he remained in England the guests of numbers of her proudest nobility, at whose dinner tables he .'recounted again and again tbe story of the recapture of the Emily St. Pierre. He kept bis pledges to the Federal officers and marines and attended to all their necessities before his cargo was un? loaded. Tbe cotton was sold at a fabu? lous price. Twenty-five thousand dollars was deposited in tbe Bank of England to tbe credit of the brave boy by his father, and friends in England forced him to accept an Oxford scholarship. The col ton merchants of Liverpool ordered a snug, swift boat to be built for Capt Wilson, which they presented to bim, and in which he made one other success? ful trip. Calhoun returned to Charleston in this boat and expressed himself bo forcibly on tbe perils of blockade-running that he was excused from all future service of -the kind. When tbe Stars and Stripes again floated from tbe. Citadel in Charles? ton, Calhoun said the reason he was glad to see it was because "he and Capt Wil? son had whipped ten men on the broad ocean jes' on account of de ole flag float in' above de ship." He brags yet about the incident of that memorable voyage, and prides himself especially on the en? thusiastic - feeeptiea-accorded him the "las' time he crossed the water." When? ever the price of cotton is discussed he becomes oracular, and says it will never reach the figures at which he sold the last cargo he carried to Liverpool.? New York World. Liability of Physicians. In a recent case involving the charge of malpractice, tried in the supreme court of Massachusetts, tbe presiding judge in charging the jury used the fol? lowing language: "Whenever men are called upon to act with dangerous agen? cies, the law holds them to Borne degree of criminal responsibility. If they are grossly careless or reckless and .presump? tuous, they are guilty. The same gen? eral principle applies to medical, treat? ment. The government must show not merely the absence of ordinary care, but gross carelessness, amounting to reckless? ness. A man is not to be convicted of manslaughter merely because of his ignorance. His ignorance is only impor? tant as bearing upon tbe question wheth? er his conduct in the care and treatment of the patient was marked by foolhardy presumption or gross and reckless care? lessness. . "The defendant is to be tried by no other or higher standard of skill or learn? ing than which he necessarily assumed in treating her?that is, that be was able to do so without gross recklessness or foolhardy presumption in uudertaking it. It is not necessary to show an evil intent; if by gross and reckless negligence be caused the death, he is guilty of culpable homicide." Accoidingly, it has been held that a dentist or surgeon using an anesthetic is not bound to look for any but tbe probable and natural effects of tbe drug, and is not liable for results arising from the peculiar temperament or condition of the patient, of which he had no knowledge, although if this were discoverable upon such an examination of the patient as reasonable skill and diligence require, the dentist or surgeon would be responsible for negligently failing to inform himself. The fundamental idea on tbe subject is, where honesty, average intelligence, skill and learning are possessed and are applied to the treatment of the case with ordinary diligence and caution, the physician is not liable for any mischance that may befall his patient. Jt is only where he has been culpable that he is liable in damages. A physician treating a patient in g od faith to the best of bis ability, is not criminally responsible for tbe patient's death, although caused by medicine ad? ministered by him ; but a person ignor? ant of tbe use and properties of a poison? ous drug is criminally liable for the neg? ligent use thereof.?Hall's Journal of Health. It Was the Clear Stuff. A farjner living out on the Gratiot road bought a gallon of whiskey as he was trading the other day, and while he was absent from bis wagon some one substi? tuted a jug filled with water. Back he came next day, walked into the grocery with the jug, and setting it down with a bang, he exclaimed: "Here's that whisky, and it's frozen as solid as a rock." "No." "Try it and Bee." The groceryman took a stick and jabbed away until satisfied that such was tbe case and then said: "Well it's queer, and I'll make it all right. That must have come from the barrel that I sell for medicinal purposes.' *G, APKIL 5, 1888. THE SOUTII'S ENEMIES. Arp Says Something About Ingalls and Sherman. It is curious how our thoughts run away and meander around and then come back and take a new start. They will do this in spite of us and we wonder how they got away off from the matter wo were thinking about. But there is always some provocation or they woulden't go. I was ruminating about Senator Ingalls and his great learning and scholarship and wonderful gifts as an orator and thinker. I was wondering how he could prostitute those talents to the low-down, mean, contemptible busi I ness of slandering the South and manu? facturing willful and malicious lie3 about our people. Then I thought of John Sherman in the same connection and it seemed to me a monstrosity that men should have such brains and the devil control their hearts. How is that?. I asked a little boy one day what kind of a dog that was that waa following bim and he said "that dog is half terrier." "What is tho other half?" Baid L The boy looked surprised and hesitated as he said, "nothing but dog; I reckon." And that is the trouble with these great men who are so mean. They are one-half terrier and the other half dog. I was tre veiling not long ago with Sanford Bell, the rev? erend veteran of all conductors, and some consequential darkies demanded that the white men should be expelled from their car. Sanford said, "well, that is all right. They must go if you say so," and so he politely invited us all out, and we acquiesced with a good grace; but there was a curious looking, measlcy pided, ginger cake fellow, who didn't vacate, and one of the darkies hunted up San? ford and complained that there was still one man left. Sanford went back and inspected him. He looked inquiringly at bis face, and the back of his head, and the shape of his feet, and finally address? ed him and said : "My friend, are you a white man ?" "Naw," said the mongrel. "Weil, what are you?" said Sanford. "Me mudder.Portugee and me fadder a nagar," he said. Sanford turned sol? emnly to the darkies and said: "How's that?" and they subsided. There are some strange mixtures in our humanity. Talents go a long ways to atone for rascality and meannes3, and always will, I reckon. Lord Bacon took bribes, and so some of the greatest minds in the nation have stooped to iniquity that would send a common man to the chaingang. ?Mercury was the God of letters and astronomy and eloquence' and music, but he was at the same time the patron cf fraud and perjury. He wore sandals to keep his footsteps from being discovered. He stole some oxen.from Apollo and when the theft was proved on him he went to playing on the lyre and his music so delighted Apollo that he let him keep the oxen. And just so these modern men like Blainc and Ingalls and Sherman play?the liar and so tickle the people with their eloquence that they let them keep the oxen. But the late assaults of Ingalls and Sherman seem to come more from hate than policy. We can understand why the ignorant people of the North still hate us, but why an intelligent, well informed man should do so passeth all comprehension. Now, there is Senator Ingalls, who, uext to the President, hold the highest position in the nation. He is brainy, polished and rich, and yet like Haman says: "All this availeth me nothing, so long as I see Mordecai sitting at the king's gate." The solid South is his "bete noir"?his evil genius. The solid South is sitting at the king's gate. The South has a friend at court. Uncle Sam is the king, and Haman is somewhere building a gallows. He has been build? ing it a long time, and his great misery is because Mordecai is sitting at the king's gate. Never did a people behave more civ? illy, more courteously, more considerate? ly than has the South Bince the war. We have defamed nobody, vilified nobody at the North, and have indorsed every impression and at the same time ten? dered the olive branch and begged for peace, and urged our Northern brethren to come down and see us and share our hospitality, and yet they continue to elect to office the most i euowus of all our enemies. Now we can hardly believe that the North wants to hang Mordecai, but the men they elect to Congress are actually building a gallows. Ingalls and Sherman have each got one fifty cubics high in their back yards. Let the comedy#go oh until the tragedy begins. I was looking over a Northern paper yesterday that abounded in figures and statistics. It gave probabilities of tho South, and they are astounding. The population of the six New England States has increased only 23 per cent in forty years, while that of Texas has increased 260 per cent Bince the last cen? sus. The South is coming rapidly to the front. Just think of it; 260 per cent in eight years, and the other Southern States coming along rapidly. It will be a great while before Haman hangs Mor? decai. He is still sitting at the king's gate and is biding his time. Grover and Frances are all right. When Grover returned from his late trip down South, Senator Colquitt said : "Well, Mr. Cleve? land, what do you and Mrs. Cleveland think of the South now ?" Grover squeezed tho Senator's hand and said: "She is solid;" and Mrs. Cleveland squeezed his other hand and said: "Keep her so, Senator." And she will keep so. The North will keep her so ; Ingnlls and Sherman and their sort will keep her so; slander and abuse will keep her so. That is human nature. The boys in 'Possum Trot may quarrel and fight with the boys of Pine Log, but just let any outsider abuse Bar tow County, and 'Possum Trot and Pine Log will both jump on him. The old 'oman may abuse her old man, but she wont let anybody else do it. When Mrs. Arp threatens to whip her children and feigns a terrible passion, as she exclaims. "I do wish I had a switch !" it won't do for me to step in and tell her there is one on the mantel piece. That is talking too much with my mouth. I never tried it, but once, and shant try it any more. I But they say we ought not to speak unkindly of tbe dead, and so I will say no more about Ingalls. He committed suicide and Blackburn buried bim, and Henry Grady preached his funeral, and so we will let him rest. The Southerners are a strange people anyhow. They get mad quick, and will fight, but they get over it just as quick and make friends. I got mad with a man once, and he got mad with me about something, and we did not speak for three months; and one night we happened to meet in a hotel in New York, and the same emotion took possession of ns both at the same time, and we went right up to each other, and he said, "God bless you, major, I am glad to see you," and I said as much to him, and we made it all up and' never got mad any more. . But I know folks who have poison bags right under their eyes, and they carry their hatred for years and years. It is constitutional and tbey can't help it. Now, if Ingalls were to come down here and show a kindly, brotherly feeling, our people would for? get and forgive every slander he ever uttered. Why, old Tecumseh came down here some years ago, and our peo? pled toted him around in a carriage and wined him and dined bim, but we are not going to do it any more, for he went back and abused us and told lies on Hampton. They may fool us once or twice, but they can't fool us three times. Bill Arp. Big Sensation in Bowersville. Ilarlwcll Sun, March 23. On Monday afternoon last a gentleman, while on his way to Bowersville, saw a man and woman apparently engaged in burying something secretly in the woods near that town. After the interment the man and woman put a stone at each end of the mound. Ho did cot recognize the parties, who iinmediatley departed when their work was'done. The gentleman decided that the suspicious circumtances pointed to a foul crime. Filled with emotions of horror and indignation, he proceeded to town and related to some of the citizens what be had seen and his suspicions. Naturally they were aroused and determined to investigate the affair. Eight or teD of the best citizens, includ? ing two physicians, a livery man, a mer? chant, and a cotton buyer, went out to where the grave was located, taking with them a spade to disinter the body. Upon their arrival they found tbe new made grave as had been represented by their informant. Awe-struck they stood for a moment in whispered consultation around the lowly mound. It was decided that the grave should give up its terrible secret and that a post-mortem examination be made of the corpse by tbe physicians, who were assured that they would be paid for this disagreeable job by the county. But all were averse to begin removing tbe dirt; finally the brave cotton buyer announced in a defiant tone'that he would throw the first shovelful, and then that each should take his turn, so as to share, in the responsibility, In a short time the spade struck the coffin lid with a dull thud, whereat the cold chills ran up and down the spinal columns of the brave men from Dan to vertebra;. When tbe coffin was uncovered, another consultation was entered into to decide who should remove it from tbe grave. It was decid? ed by a two thirds majority that it was the doctors'job by virture of their expe? rience in robbing graves and handling "stiffs" in the dissecting room. So the two physicians reached down and drew the coffin out of the grave. At that moment the livery man (whose terms for horse hire are quite liberal) cried out excitedly, "It is in there, boy*; I heard it rattle 1" Placing it upon the ground they began to pry the lid off cautiously with the shovel, which they did by degrees. When the crack was large enough the livery man (whose terms?but we remarked that be? fore) stooped and placed his eye to tbe crack, and then in a voice full of conflict? ing emotions exclaimed: "Boys, it's a darn cat 1" Tbe faces of that crowd as they stared vacantly into each others eyes would have been a study. They all with one accord exclaimed?"Sold!" Slowly and sadly they laid Sir Thomas Meow back in his tomb, quickly they threw the dirt back and replaced tbe head and foot stones. Then up spoke the gallant cotton buyer: "Boysj I wish I could find a tree high enough to climb out of sight." And quoth the merchant, "Boys, let's each fellow go his own route to town so as not to attract attention, and keep mum." But they all with accord exclaimed: ?,_i _t i_111" It might be well to state in this connec? tion, that Mr. Thos. Cat, the deceased, was one of the pioneer settlers o f Bowers? ville, bore an excellent reputation while living, and departed this life in his 20th year, and was accorded a decent burial by his mistress and her brother. Requies cat in pace. The above in substance is a true statement. Ask anybody from Bowersville. . Forage Crops. This is tbe proper month and tbe best time to make tbe first and main plantings of most kinds of annual forage plants Let no farmer place sole reliance on corn, fodder and oats, but add one more to the well-tried soiling crops. Millo maize, Kaffir corn, cat-tail, sorghum, collards, forage corn (Indian) are each and all good. As a green food that is highly nutritious and productive and generally relished by every animal on the farm in" eluding the genus homo, we speak in praise of the old Georgia collards. We believe if hogs are fed liberally with them throughout the Beason, cholera will be a very rare complaint. Among the later improved hog crops, the particular varie? ty of peanut known as the "Spanish" peanut, has met; with universal favor. It is early, productive and very easily culti? vated and harvested. The Southern far? mers ought to produce every pound of bacon and lard consumed in tbe South. They can produce it at less cost than in tbe West. Our farmers will never become prosperous until they realize that good farming?true farming?necessarily in? cludes the home production of tbe staple food necessary to carrying on a farm ? Atlanta, Georgia, Soitihei. Cultivator, ? Statistics show that there are 185,000 I churches, 92,000 ministers and 19,000,000 1 members in the United States. VOLUME Redress for lhe Farmer's Wife. "A man's work is from sun to sun, But woman's work is never done," ia as true as it is a hackneyed saying, and it is a fact, and one to be deplored, that the farmer's wife especially is that over? worked creature that Whittier calls a "household drudge." She is mostly a "willing horse" and pulls readily in har? ness?so to speak?but tho time comes when if the horse is over-worked it breaks down from sheer inability to go. No matter how willingly the shoulders bend for the burden there are still found ready hands to pile it on. Indeed, the farmer himself unconsciously adds to her labors, for like all men, he loves a well-spread table, and thinks the cooking and house? work, and caring for half a dozen children, is a mere trifle and can be done in a hur? ry and well done too. Ic is said that "love lightens labor," and perhaps it does, if it is the kind of love that turns in and lends a helping hand; but otherwise, all that kind of talk is wind, and the man that talks is a wind-bag, unless he shows some consid? eration for the object loved. There are some men who expect their wives to care for the babies all night, and yet arise refreshed and smiling?n the morning, and prepare breakfast in time for the family, and perform the hundred other duties that devolve on the mother of a house? hold. He is very much surprised if she complains of fatigue?whicb, to do her justice, she seldom doe3?and should she chance, in the course of time to break down, ho ascribes it to "bile," and pro? cures for her numberless powders and pills, and is again surprised that they seem to do no good. Oh, man! man! when will you learn that your wife is no less human than .you, and does not pos? sess the constitution or strength of an elephant? Some time since the statistics of one of the States showed that of insanity among women, the greatest number of cases were those of farmers' wives. Does not this fact prove there is something extremely "rotten in Denmark?" It ie not that the farmer does not work him? self, but he generally has labor-saving machinery, while his wife has none. Patiently she plods along, always hoping for rest (and never getting it) she goes to bed tired and gets up tired, and with the ever-ready order to "move on," she moves on until with sorrowful gladness she at last reaches the final "great rest" of all. Is it any wonder that even babies of these over-worked wives come into the world looking like little old worn-out men and wcjien, too tired to even cry, or else by their continual wailing, giving voice to the unspoken fatigue of the mother? Bight here let me give e bit of "horse sense." There will never be a superior race mentally or physically until men give as much care to their wives as they do to their Jerseys and their thorough? bred horses! Don't be shocked and call this a sweeping untruth. It is, alas! only too true, and oh ! the pity of it, the pity ot it! There are numberless instances of farmers who, to their honor be it said, treat their wives "as their own bodies," with all tenderness and kindness, but the majority are of the other kind. During this summer's vacatiou away from home I met with a topical farmer's wife. She looked like a patient, plodding ox?and did the work of one. With a large family of children, and with what assistance they rendered, she cooked, washed, ironed, brought water from a dis? tant down-hill spring, cared for the young children, did countless other duties, and aided her husband besides in the farm work. He worked hard also, but bad hired labor and was thriving enough to have afforded the same for her. It prob? ably never occurred to him that his wife was over-worked, because she never complained, and yet comparatively young in years, Ler face was wrinkled with care and her head sprinkled with snow. We all know that "Too much care will make a young man gray, Too much care will turn an old man to clay," and the farmers in general without being such extreme cases, as the one mentioned, gives too little consideration to the wel? fare of his wife, while she is spending health, strength and life for him and bis. ?Atlanta, Ga., Southern Cultivator. Sought A Terrible Death. Parkersbuhg, W. Va., March 25.-In? formation reached here yesterday of the terrible suicide of Mrs. Joseph Parker near StewarUtown. She was a young woman, with a husband and three chil? dren. For some time, on account of prolonged physical infirmities, she had become very much depressed in mind, anu at times required close watching to pre? vent her from doing violence to herself. Yesterday she took advantage of her husband's absence to kill herself in the following terrible manner: Leaving her infant with a servant, she repaired to a table and saturated her clothing with coal oil. Then she lighted a match and set herself on fire. The pain apparently restored her to her senses. A few minutes afterward she came from the building on fire from head to foot. The servant, who was still holding tho child, rushed up to save her, but the wo? man beat her off with one hand and with the other made frantic efforts to clasp her infant to her arms. The servant threw down the child and endeavored to smoth? er the flames, when the woman ran away. Two men came to the rescue, and she was secured with nearly all her clothing burned off and her body horribly scorch? ed. Her hair was burned off and her face presented a terrible appearance, oue eye being closed. When medical aid reached her she was more crazed than ever, and resisted all efforts to ease her pain. She died a terrible death in a few hours. The men who pursued her were burned in their efforts to smother the flames. Her husband did not reach home till shortly before she died, and is overcome with grief. ? Energy will do almost anything, but in cannot exist if the blood is impure and moves sluggishly in the veins. There is nothing so good for cleansing the blood and imparting energy to the syBtem as Ayer'a Sarsaparilla. Price ?1. Six bottles, $o. Sold by druggists. ??A man's*funny.bone we presume, en? able him to "laugh in his sleeve." 1 XXIII.- -NO. 39. Development of the Mouth. Chattaxooga, March 26.?The. Tradesman's reports of new industries: actually organized and erected in the South since January 1, 1888, indicate no, abatement in its industrial growth. The j reports show great activity in cotton and woolen factories. Within the past , month thirty new companies have, been formed, and in most cases all the neces? sary stock has been subscribed. There is also much activity in mining operar ? tions, the total number of mining and. quarrying companies formed in^wood working branches, however, the develop? ment has been greatest,, the whole num? ber of new plants in three months being eighty-six. Reports also show that' Southern timber lands are in demand, chiefly by lumbermen from the North? west. Over 500,000 acres have been sold. since January'1. Northwestern manu? facturer; are erecting mills in various Southern States. Baltimoee, March 26.?The Manu? facturers' Record will publish this week, its quarterly report of the Booth's indus? trial progress, giving name, location and character of business of every manufac? turing enterprise organized in that". section since January 1. The report shows that while there were somewhat': fewer large manufacturing and mining companies organized during the last , three months than for the same time of 1887, there was a large increase in the number and diversity of small industries. The Record reports that all over the' South small industries are springing up - to supplement the great iron works which are now under construction. Dur? ing the second half of the year about fifteen or twenty of the immense iron furnaces, which were commenced in th& early part of 1887, will go into blast.; The number of new enterprises fepc during the first quarter of 1888, com pared with the same time in 1887, was: 1,075 for the former and 923 for the latter. The amount of capital and capital stock represented by these new enterprises are: Alabama-$4,093,000, Arkansas $1,950, 000, Florida $1,313,000 Georgia $2,793,-' . 000, Kentucky $5,466,000, Louisiana $1,233,000, Maryland $2,039,000/ miscel? laneous $491,000, North Carolina \ $3,006,000, South Carolina $1,844;000' Tennessee $3,519,000, Texas $6,424, Virginia $2,990,000, West Virgini $1,477,000. Total $38,668,000. How It Feels to Freeze* Early in January, 1854, .1 left Reed Wing in company with S.- J. WiHard, John Day, and Albert Olson for a place fourteen miles distant; near where Yaea Church now stands, for hauling logs preparatory for our settlement at that point the following spring. It was a beautiful day, with the thermometer 20 degs. above zero. We had a span of good horses, a sleigh partly loaded with lum? ber, forage and provisions for a few days. We arrived at the spot just before dark,_ and camped in a ravine well sheltered with timber. After making ourselves ' comfortable with a good supper, and a blazing log fire all four laid down. to sleep on a bed made on the snow, with athin layer of hay on top of some boards, and were well wrapped up in blankets. During the night the temperature chang? ed to a terrible cold, the thermometer, falling to 45 degrees below zero, as we. v ; learned afterward. Had we known this and kept our fire burning, there would, of course, have been no . danger. But being very comfortable we all fell asleep early in the night, and were unconscious of the danger we were in until awakened by the pain of intense cold, and then we were already so overcome with the cold that we lacked power or energy- to get up or even to move. Comparing notes afterwards we found that all had experenced a like sensation, namely?first, an acute pain,-like the point of a needle in every pore, but free from all mental anxiety, except a dulL conception of something wrong and a desire to to get up, but without sufficient energy to do so. This feeling, however, did not last long, and subsided gradually into one of quiet rest and satisfaction until consciousness ceased altogether, and without any struggle or pain, either bod? ily or mental. We had all reached that stage when, by an accident, the aim and bare band of Mr. Day, who lay on the outside, fell in the snow. This started the circulation in his body, and gave him such intense pain that he quickly aroused himself and got on his feet, and of course we were all saved. It took a long time before we could use our limbs sufficiently. to rebuild the fire, and during that time we suffered much more pain than we had before. I am satisfied from that experience that a person perishing in that way has a very easy death, because he sinks gradually into a stupor, which blunts his sensibility both to physic pain and mental agony long before life becomes extinct.?Minneapolis Tribune. Love Is Blind. A love smitten couple visited the itol building in Madison, Wis., the ot day and finally climbed to t' 3 top of t dome. Far below, the people, tool like midgets, were going here and i attending apparently to their own bt ness. The two lovers were alone, aps from and above the practical grove world. 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