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VOL. V. M1ANNING, CLARENDON COUNTY. . C.. WEDNESI)AY, FEBRUARY 27, 1889. NO. 12 JOSEPH F. RAME, AT TORNEY AT LAW, MANNING, S. C. OHN S. WILSON, Attorney and C nselor at Law, MANNING, S. C. N. W ILSON, )YSURANCE AGENT, MANNING. S. C. A. LEVI, ATTOR XEY AT LA W, MANNING. S. C. p Notary Pullic with seal. ..J. BRAGDON, REAL ETATE AGENT, FORESTON, S. C. Offers for sale on Main Street, in business portion of the town, TWO STORES, with suitable lots: on Manning and R. R. streets TWO COTrAGE RESIDENCES, 4 and 6 rooms: and a'nuiber of VACANT LOTS suitable for residences, and in different lo. Calities. Tertus Reasonable. Mni~t G. Urvant. JTAs. M. LxLA\-n. Soith Ca'rolina. New York. Grand Central Hotel. BRTANT & LELAND, PRupruETons. Columbia, South Carolina. The grand Central is the largest and best kept hotel in Columbia, located in the EX ACT L'USIKE . CENTER OF T HE CITY, where all Stre:t Car Lines pasa the door. and its MENU is not excelled by any in the South. Manning Shaving Parlor. HA1i CUr1NG TISTICAI.LT EXECUTED. -and Shaving done with best Razors. Spec ial attention paid to shampooing ladies beads. I have h'td considerable experience in severni large ci:ies, and guarantee satisfac tion to nv cntomers. Parlor next door to Maxxiso :Ms. E. D. H AMILTON. EW WAVERLY HOUSE, IN the Bend of King Street, Charleston. The Waverly, having been thoroughly renovated the past summer and newly fur -nished throughour, makes its accommoda tions unsurpassed. Incandescent Electric Lights and Electric Bells are used in all rooms and halfways. Rates $2.00 and S2.50. G. T. ALFORD, Proprietor. PAVILION HOTEL, CHARLESTON, S. C. First Class in all its Appointments, Supplied with all Modern Improvements Excellent Cuisine, Large Airy Rooms, Otis Passenger Elevator, Elec tric Bells and' Lights, Heat ed Rotunda. RATES, $2.00, $250 AND $3.00. Rooms Reserved by Mail or Telegraph THE BEULAH ACADEMY, Bethlehem, S:C. B. B. THOMPSON, Principal. Fall Session Begins Monday, Oct. 29. -0 Instruction thorough. government mild and decisive, appealing generally to the student's sense of honor and judgment in the important matter of punctuality, de portment, diligence. dic. Moral and social inflaenceis good. Tuition from $1.00 to $2.00 per month. Board in good families $7.00 per month. \ Board from Monday to Friday per month -$3.00 to $4.00. iiFor further particulars, address th Frincipal. J. G. DTIKIN, M. D. R. B. LORTEA. KG. Diakins & Co., Druggists and Pharmacists, PU.RE DRUGS AND MEDICINES, ,PERFUMERY, STATIONERY, FINE CIGARS AND TOBACCO. Full stock of Pmo~s, Orns, GL.ASS Vausms ant1 WarrE LEDa, also Pmrs' and Wam~rwisH BRUSHES. An elegant stock of SPECTACLES and EYE GL ASSES. No charge made for fitting the eye. Physicians Prescriptions carefully colupounded, day or night. - J. 6. Dinkins & Co., Sign of the Golden Mortar, MANNING, S. C. [Gzo. E. TO.u.E. HEXr OLuvER.) Geo. E, Toale & Co. MAYUFACTUREL~ AND WIIOLESALA --T"A T.' % . 7"frJT Doors, Sash, Blinds, Mouldings. Mantels, Grates, etc. Scroll WOrk, Turning and Inside Finish. Builder's Hard ware, and General. Building Material. OFFCE ANlD SALESROOMS. 10 and 12 Hayne Street, REAR CHARLESTON HOTEL, Charleston, S. C. All Work Guaranteed. meWrita for estimates. OUR OWN GENERATION. Sermon by Rev. T. DeWitt TaJ mage, D. D. now We May Best serve Our Generation -The Great Straggle for Food Why David was Permitted to Sleep by God's Will. The subject of Dr. Talmage's recent ser mon was, "Our Own Generation," and his text, Acts xiii., 36: "David, after he had served his own generation by the will of God, fell on sleep." Following is the sermon: That is a text which has for a long time been running through ms mind, but not until now has it been fully revealed to me. Sermons have a time to be born as well as a time to die, a cradle as well as a grave. David, cowboy and stone slinger anud fighter and czar and dramatist and blank verse writer and prophet, did his best for the peo ple of his time and then went and laid down on the southern hill of Jerusalem in that sound slumberwhich nothing but an archan gelic blast can startle. "David, after he had served his own generation by the will of God, fell on sleep." It was his own generation that he had served; that is, the people living at the time he lived. And have you erer thought that our responsibiities are chiefly with the peo plo now walking abreast of us? There are about four generations to a century now, but in olden time life was longer and there was, perhaps, only one generation to a cen tury. Taking these facts into the calcula tion, I make a rough guess and say that there have been at least one hundred and eighty generations of the human family. With reference to them we have no respun sibility. We can not teach them, we can not correct their mistakes, we can not soothe their sorrows, we can not heal their wounds. Their sepulchers are deaf and dumb to any thing we might say to them. The last regi ment of that great army has pased oat of sight. We might halloo as loud as we could, not one of them would avert his head to see what was wanted. I admit that I am in sympathy with the child, whose father had suddenly died, and who in her little evening prayer wanted to continue to pray for her father, although he had gone into Heaven and no more needed her prayers, and looking up into her moth er's face, said: "O, mother. I can not leave him all out. Let me say 'Thank God that I bad a good father once so I can keep hhn .n my prayers.' " But the one hundred and eighty generations have passed off. Passed up. Passed down. Gone forever. Then there are generations to come after our earthly existence has ceased, perhaps a hundred and eighty generations more, per has a thousand generations more. We shall not see them, we shall not hear any of their voices, we will take no part in their convocations, their elections, their revolu tions,theiroatastrophes, their triumphs. We will in no wise affect the one hundred and eighty generationsgone, or the one hundred and eighty generations to come, except as from the galleries ;,f Heaven the former generations look down and rejoice at our victories, or as we may by our behavior start influences, good or bad, that shall roll on through the advancing ages. But our business is, like David, to serve our own generations, the people now living, those whose lungs now breathe and whose hearts now beat. And mark you, it is not a silent procession, but moving. It is a "forced march" at twenty-four miles a day, each bour being a mile.- Going with that celerity it has got to be a quick service on your part, or no service at all. We not only can not teach the one hundred and eighty generations passed, and will not see one hundred generations to come, but this generation now on the stage will soon be off and we ourselves will be off with them. The fact is that you and I will have tostart very soon for our work or It will be ironical and sarcastic for any one after our exit to say of us, as it was said of David. "after he had served his own genera tion by the will of God, he fell on sleep." Well, now, let us look around earnestly, prayerfully, and in a common sense way and e what we can do for our own generation. Pirst of all let us see to it that, as far as we an, they Iihve enough to eat. The human body is so constituted that three times a ay the body needs food as much as a lamp eeds oil, as much as a locomotive needs fuel To moot this want God has girdled the arth with apple orchards, orange groves, wheat fields, and oceans full of fish, and prairies full of cattle. And notwithstanding this, I will undertake to say that the vast maorty of the human family are suffering either for lack of food or the right kind of food. Our civilization is all askew on this subject and God only can set it right. Many of the greatest estates of to-day have been built out of the blood and bones f unrequited toil. In olden times, for the building of forts and towers, the inhabi tants -of Ispahan had to contribute 70,000 uman skulls, and Bagdad 90,000 human skulls, and that number of people were slai-so as to furnish the skulls. But these two contributions added togethermade only 00,000 skulls, while into the tower- of the world's wealth and pomp ag magnificence h~ave been wrought the skeletons of un ounted numbers of the half fed populationa of the earth, millions of skulls. Don't sit down at your table with five or six courses of abundant supply and think nothig of that- family in the next street who would take any one of those five ourses between soup and almond nuts and feel they were in heaven. The lack of the right kind of food is the cause of much of the drunkenness. Ater drinking what many f our grocers call coffee, sweetened with what many call sugar, and eating what many of our butchers call meat, and chew ing what many of our bakers call bread, many of thelaboringoiasses feel so miserable. they are tempted to put in their nasty pipes what the tobacconist calls tobacco, or go into the drinking saloons for what the rum sellers call beer. Good coffee would do much in driving out bad rum. Adulteration of food has got to be an evil against which all the health officers, and all the doctors, and all the ministers, and all the reformers, and all the Christians need to set: themselves in battle array. How can we serve our generation with enough to eat? By sttng down in embroidered slippers and lounging back in an arm chair, our mouth puckered up around a Havana of the best brand and through clouds of luxuriant smoke reading about political economy and the philosophy of strikes? No! No! By finding out who in Brooklyn has been living on gristle, and sending them a tenderloin beefsteak. Seek out some family who through sickness or conjunction of misfor tune have not enough to eat and do for them wihat Christ did for the hungry multitudes of Asia Minor, multiplying the loaves and, the fishes. Let us quit the surfeiting of our-. selves until we can not choke down another crumb of cake and begin the supply of others' necessities. We of ten see on a small scale a reckless ness about the welfare of others which a great warrior expressed on a large scale, when his officers were dissuading him from a certain campaign. saying: "It would cost two hundred thousand lives," replying with a diabolism that .can never be forgotten, What are two hundred thousand lives, ome" too far from helping appease the world's hunger, there are those whom Isaiah de scribes as grinding the faces of the poor. You have seen a farmer or a mechanic put a scythe or an axon a grindstone, whilesome one was turning it round and round, and tho man holding the axe bore on it harder and harder, while the water dropped from the grindstone, and the edge of the axe from being round and dull.. got keener and keener, and the mechanic lifted the axe glistening and sharp and with edge so keen he must cautiously run his finger along lest while examining the implement be cut his hand to the bone. So Ithave seen men who were put against the grindstone of hardship, and while one turned the crank another would press the unfortunate harder down and harder down until he was ground away thinner and thinner, his comforts thinner, his prospects thin ner, and his face thinner. And .Isaiah shrieks out: "What mean ye that ye grind the faces of the poor?" It is an awful thing to be hungry. It is an easy thing for us to be in good humor with all the world when we have no lack. But let hunger take full possession of us, and we would all turn into barbarians and cannibals and fiends. I am glad to know that the time is com ing, God hasten it, when every family in the round world will sit down at a full table. and it will be only a question between lamb and venison, or between partridge and quail on toast, and out of spoons made out of Ne vada silver or California gold the pastries will drop on tongues thrilling with thank fulness because they have full enough. I have no idea God is going to let the human race stay in its present predicament. If the world winds up as it now is it will be an awful failure of a world. The barren places will be irrigated. The pomologists, helped of God, will urge on the fruits. The botanists, inspired of the Lord, will help on the gardens. The raiser of stock will send enough animals fit for human food to the markets, and the last earthquake that rends the world will upsct a banquetir. table at which are seated the entire human race. Meanwhile. suppcse that some of the energy we are spending in useless and unavailing talk about the bread question should be ex peuded in merciful alleviations. I have read that the battle-field on whioh more troops met than on any other in the world's history was the battle-field of Leip sic, 160,000 men under Napoleon, 250,000 men under Schwarzeberg. No no. The great est and most terrific battle is now being fought all the world over. It is the struggle for food. The ground tone of the finest ;ssage in one of the great musical master pieceb, the artist says, was suggested to him by the cry of the h angry p-opulace of Vienna as the King rode tirough,and they shouted : "Bread! Give us bread I" Aud all through the great harmonies of musical academy and cathedral, I hear the pathos, the ground tone, the tragedy of uncounted multitudes, who with streaming eyes and wan oheeks and broken nearts, in behalf of themselves and their families. are pleading for bread. Let us take another look around to see how we may serve our generation. Let us see as far as possible that they have enough to wear. God looks on the human race and knows just how many inhabitants the world has. The statistics of the world's popula tion are carefully taken in civilized lands, and every few years officers of government go through the land and count how many people there are in the United States or England, and great accuracy is reached. But when people tell us how many inhabi tants there are in Asia or Africa, at best it must be a wild guess. Yet God knows the exact number of people on our planet and Be has made enough apparel for each, and if there be fifteen hundred million, fifteen thousand, fifteen hundred and fifteen peo ple, then there is enough apparel for fifteen hundred million, fifteen thousand, fifteen hundred and fifteen. Not slouchy apparel, not ragged apparel, not insufficient apparel, but appropriate apparel. At least two suits for every being on the earth, a summer suit and a winter suit. A good pair of shoes for every living mortal. A good coat, a good hat, or a good bonnet and a good shawl, and a complete masculine or feminine outfit of apparel. A wardrobe for all nations adapted to all climes, and not a string or a button, a pin or a book or an eye wanting. But, alas! where are the good clothes for three-fourths of the human race. Te other one-fourth have appropriated them. The fact is, there needs to he and will he a redistribution. Not by anarchistic violence, If outlawry had its way, it wvouldi rend and tear and diminish until, instead oi three-fourths of the world not properly at, tired, four-fourths would be. in rags. I will let you know how the redistribution will takd place. By generosity on the part of those who have a surplus and increased industry , on the part of those suffering from deficit. Not all, but the large majority of cases of poverty in this country are a result of idle. ness or drunkenness, either en the part of the present sufferers or their ancestors. In most cases the rum jug is the maelstrom that has swallowed down the livelihood of those who are in rags. But things wvill change, and by generosity on the part of the crowded wardrobes, and industry and sobriety on the part of the empty wardrobes, there will be enongh for all to wear. God has done his part toward the dressing of the human race. He grows. a surp~lus of wool on the sheep's back, and tiocks roam the mountains and valleys with a burden of warmth intended for transference to hu man comlort, when the shuttles of the fac tories reaching all the way from the Chat tahooche to the Merrimac shall have spun and woven it. And here come forth the Rcky Mountain goat and the cashmere and the beaver. Here are the merino sheep. their origin traced hack to the flocks of Abrahamic and Davidic times. In white letters of snowy fleece God has been writing for a thousand years His wish that there might be warmth for all nations. While others arc discussing the effect of high or low tariff or no tariff at all. onwooL. you and I had better see if in our wardrobes we have nothing that we can spare for the shivering, or pick ont some poor lad of the street and take him down to a clothing store and tit him out for the win ter. Don't think that God has forgotten to send ice and snow, eecause of this wonder fully mild January and February. We shall yet have deep snows and so much frost on the window pane that in the morning you can not see through it; and whole flocks of blizzards, for God long ago declared that winter as well as summer shall not cease, and between this and the spring crocus we may all have reason to cry out with the Psalmist: "Who can stand before His cold?" Again, let us look around and see how we may serve our generation. What short sihted mortals we would he if we were anxious to clothe and feed only the most inignificant part of a man, namely, his body. while we put forth no effort to clothe and feed and save his soul. Time is a little piece broken off a great eternity. What are we doing for the souls of this present generation I Let me say it is a gen eration worth saving. Most magnificent men and women are In it. We make a great ado about the improvements in navigation, and in locomotion, and in art and machin ery. We remark what wonders of tele graph, and telephone, and stethoscope. What Improvement is electric light over~a tallow candle! But all these improvements are InsIgnificant compared with the mprwoement in the human race In olde times, once in a while, a great and good man or wroan would come up and the world has made a great fass about it ever since, but now they are o numerous we seareeiy speak about them. We put a halo about the poopt of the past, but I think if the times demanded' them it would be found we have now living in the year 189 fifty Martin Luthers. fifty George Wash tons, fifty Lady Huntingtous, fifty Eliza beth Frys. During our civil war more splendid warriors in North and South were developed in four years than the whole world developed in the previous twenty years. I challenge the four thousand years before the flood and the eighteen cen turies after the flood, to show me the equal' of charity on a large scale of George Peabody. This generation of men and women is more worth saving th-n any of the one hundred and eighty generations that have passed off. But where shall we begin? With our selves. That is the pillar from wtictrwe* must start. Prescott, the blind historian,: tells us how Pizarro saved his army for the, right when they were about deserting him.! With his sword he made a long mark on the ground. He said: "My men, on the north side are desertion and death, on the south, side is victory; on the north side Panama: and poverty, on the south side Peru with all its riches. Choose, for yourselves; for my part I go to the south." Stopping across the. line one by one his troops followedI and finally his whole ar:my. The sword of God's truth draws the dividing line to-day. On one side of it are sin and ruin and death, on the other side are paion and usefulness and happiness and heaven. You cross from the wrong side to the right side and your family will cross with you, and. your friends and your associates. The' way you go they will go. If. we are not saved, we will never save any one else. How to. get saved'. Be willing to accept Christ, and then accept Him Instantaneously and forever. Get on the rock first, and then you will be ablc to help others upon the same' rock. Men and women have been saved. quicker than 1 have been talking about it. What, .without a prayer? Yes. What, with out time deliberately to think-it over: Yes. What, without a tears Yes, believe! That' is all. Believe what: That Jesus died to. save you from sin anl death and hell. Will you? Do you i You have. Something makes. me think you have. New light has come Into your countenance. Welcome!,.Wel come I lail! Hail! Saved yourselves, how are you going to save others? By testimony. Tel it to your family. Tell it to your busi ness associates. Toll it everywhere. We will successfully preach no more religion and will successfully talk no more religion than we ourselves have. The most of that which you do to benefit the souls of this generation, you will effect through your own'bchavior. Go wrong, and that will induce others to go wrong. Go right, and that will induce others to go right. When the great Centennial exhibition was being held in Philadelphia, the question came up among the directors as to whethdr they could keep the exposition -open on Sun days, when a director, who wasa manof the world, from Nevada, arose and said, his voice trembling with emotion and tears running down his cheeks: "1 feel like a returned prodigal. Twenty- years ago I went West, and into a region where we had no Sabbath, but to-day old memories come back to me, and I remember what my glorified mother taught me about keeping Sunday, and I seem. to hear hervoice again and feel as I did when every evening I knelt by her side in prayer. Gentlemen, I vote for the observance of the Christian Sabbath." And he carried every thing by storm, and when the question was put, "Shall we open the exhibition on Sab bath?" it was almost unanimous, "No," "No." What one man can do if he does right, boldly right, .emphatically right. What if we could get this whole generation. saved! These people who are living with. us the same year and amid the same stupen dous events and flying toward the future swifter than eagles to their prey. We can not stgp. They can not stop. We think we can stop. We say, "Come now, my friend. let us stop a discuss this subject," IOLt. we do not stop. The year does not stop, the day does not stop, the haur does not stop. The year is a great wheel and there is a band on that wheel that keeps it re volving, and as that wheel turns, It turns' three hundred and sixty-five smaller' wheels, which are the days. and then each of these three hundred. and sixty five wheels turn twenty-four smaller wheels, which are the hours, and these twenty-four smaller wheels turn sixty smaller wheels, which are the minutes. and these sixty smaller wheels turii sixty miore smaller wheels, which are the seponds. and. they keep rolling, rolling, rolling,,mounting, mounting, mounting,..and swiften ig, swift ening. swiftening. 0, Ged! g our genera tion is going like that and we are going with them, waken us to the short but teendous pportnity I confess to von that, my one wish is to serve this generation, not to an tagonize it, not to damage it, not to rule it, ut to serveit. I would like to do some thing toward helping unstrap its load, to stop its tears, to balsam its wvounds. and to induce it to put foot on the upward road that has at its termuinus acclamation raptur us and gates pearline, and garlands amnar anthine and fountains r'ainbowed. and do minions enthroned oa coroneted, for I can act forget that lullaby in the closing words of my text: "Dard, after lie had served his own generation by the will of God, fell on And what a lovely sleen' it was! Untilial Absalonm did not trouble it. Ambitions Adonijah did inot worry it. Persecuting Saul did not har'row it. Exile did not fill. it with nightmare. Since a red-headed boy amid his father's flocks at night, he haid not had suceh a goodl slec'p. A t seventy years of age he lay down to it. He has had many a troubled sleep, as in the caverns of Adullam or in the palace at the time his enemies were attmpting his capture. But this was a peaceful sleepi, a calm sleep. a restful sleep, a glorious sleep. -'After he had served his generation by the will'of.' (3od, he fell on sleep." 0. what a good thing is sleep after a hard day's work! It takes all the aching out of the head, and all the weari ness out of the limbs. and allithe smarting utof the eyes. From it we rise in the morn ing and it is a ne-w world. And if we, like David, sere our, generation, we will at life's close have most desiirable and r-efresh ing sleep. in it wvill vanish our last fatigue of body, our inst woirriment of mind, our last sorrow of soul. To the Christian's body that was hot with raging fevers so that the attendants must by sheer force keep orn the blankets, it will be the cool sleep. To thoso who are thin-blooded and shivering with ages, it wvill be the warm sleep. To those who, because of physical disorders, were terrified with night visions, it wvill be the :reamless sleep). To nurses and doctors and mothers who were wakened almost every hour of the night by those to whom they ministered, or over whom they watched, it will be the undisturbed sleep. To those who could not get to bed tiil late at night and must rise early in the morning and before getting rested, it wl be the long sleep. ,. . Away with it. A way with all your gloomy talk about departure from this world. If we have served our generation it will oot be putting out into the breakers, it will not be the fight with the King of Terrors; it will be going to sleepg ,. friend writing me from Illinois . - s that Rev. Dr. Wimgate, -.es.n oia we Forest C~lg North Carolina, after a most useful life. found his last day on earth his happiest day, and that in his last moments he seemed to be, per sonally talking with Christ, as-friend with friend, saying: "0, how delightful. it is. I knew you would be with me when the time came, and I knew it :would be sweet but I did not know it would be as sweet as it is." The fact was he had served his generation in th( Gospel ministry, and by the will of God he fell on sleep. When in Africa. Majawara, the servant, looked into the tent of David Livingstone and found him on his knees, he stepped back, not wishing to disturb him in prayer; I and some time after went in and found him in the same posture. and stepped back again, but after a while went in and touched him, and lo I the great traveler had finished his last journey, and he had died in the grandest and mightiest posture a man ever takes-on his knees. He .had served his generation by unrolling the scroll of a continent, and by the will of God fell on sleep. Grimshaw, the evangelist, when asked how he felt in his last moments, responded: "As happy as I can be on on earth. and as sure of glory as if I were in it. I have nothing to do but to step out of this bed into Heaven.' Hay ing served his generation in successful evangelism, by the will of God, he fell on sleep. In the museum of Greenwich Hospital England, there is a fragment of a book that was found in the Arctic regions amid the relics of Sir John Franklin, who had per ished amid the snow and ice, and the leaf of that piece of a book was turned down at the words, "When thou passest through the waters I will be with thee." Having served his generation in the cause of science and discovery, by the will of God he fell on sleep. Why will you keep us all so nervous talk, ing about that which is only a dormitory and a piliowed slumber, canopied by angels' wings? Sleep I Transporting sleep! And what aglorious awakening! You and I have sometimes been thoroughly bewildered after a long and fatiguing journey; we have stopped at a friend's house for the night. and after hours of complete uncon sciousness we have opened our eyes, the high risen sun full in our faces, and, be fore we could fully collect our faculties, have said: "Where am I, -whose house is this, and whose are these gardens?" And then it has flashed~upon us in glad reality. And I should not wonder if, after we have served our generation and. by the will of God, havg fallen on sleep, the deep sleep, the restful sleep, we should awake in blissful bewilderment and for a little while say: "Where am I? What place is this? Who hung this upholstery? What fountains are these tossing in the light? Why, this looks like Heaven ! It is. It Is. Why, there is a building grander than all the castles of earth heaved into a mountain of splendor, that must be the palace of Jesus. And, look there, at those walks lined with a foliage morebeautifnl than any thing I ever saw before, and see those who are walking down these aisles of verdure. From what I have heard of them, those two arm in arm must be Moses and Joshua. him. of Mount Sinai and him of the halting sun over Ajalon. And those two walking arm in arm must be John and Paul, the one so gentle and the other so mighty. And those two with the robes as brilliant as though made out of the cooled off flames of martyr dom, must be John Huss and Hugh Latimer. But I must not look any longer at those gardens of beauty, but examine this building in which I have just awakened. I look out of the window, this way and that, and up and down, and I find it is a mansion of im mense size in which I am stopping. All its windows of agate and its colonnades of porphyry and alabaster. Why, I wonder if this is not the house of "many mansions" of which I used to read? It is, it is. There must be many of my kindred and friends in this very mansion. Hark I whose are those voices, whose are those bounding feet? I open the door and see, and 10! they are coming through all the corridors and up and down all the stairs, our long absent kin 'red. Why, there is father, there is mother, there are the children. All well again. All young again. All of us together again. And as we embrace each other with the cry, "Never more to part! Never more to part !"the arches, the alcoves, the hall ways echo and re-echo the words, "Never uore to part! Never more to part." Then our glorfied friends say: "Come Out with us and see Heaven." And, some of them bounding ahead of us and some of them skip ping beside us, we start down the ivory stairway. And we meet, coming up. one of the kings of ancient Israel, somewhat small of stature, but having a countenance radiant with a thousand victories. And as all are making obeisance to this #:reat one of Heaven I cry out, "Who is hel" and the answer comes: "This is the greatest of all the kings of Israel. It is David, who after he had served his generation by the will of God, fell on sleep." 'READING FOR CHILDREN. A Word to Mrothaers About Proper Litera ture for Boys and Girls. In the education of children, nothing is of more importance than a wvise supervision of their reading. Better might a child take into its stomach fond which wvill certainly derange it, than to absorb at this critical period into its developing mind the worse than useless, positively pernicious "litera tre." so called, with which the world is flooded, and to which, unfortunately, there is such easy access. Many mothers, careful to the last extent of their children's physical development, will, with a carelessness per fetly astounding, leave the providing of mental food to their own unaided .iudgment. A book-loving, child of any age will read, and it Is the sacred duty of every mother to see to it that good, wholesome reading is provided. -Avoid the "story papers" of q't - tionable character which are frequently thrust upon you. Cultivate in children who have it not, the love of reading. This can be done, to a great extent, by providing literature in a line with their peculiar tastes, using your knowledge of their fondness for a certain occupation or pastime as your guide. Rleading is too great a privilege too delightful a pleasure, too powerful an assist ant to the formation of character to be lightly neglected or misused. If all parents looked more carefully to their children's reading there would be a development of character otherwise impossible. Hardly any sacrifice should be considered too great to provide good reading, not only for the children, but for the mothers like wise. When tired and discouraged, and out of temper with yourself and others, drop your work and all thought of your worryv, and take up a wholesome, interesting book for half an hour. Ten to one, at the end of that time the world wvill have assumed a different aspect, things "will not seem so bad, after nil." and a solution of the diff ulty will soon present itself.-American Agriculturist.________ -There is at least one respect in which all men may regard themselves as equally favored. To every one is given the possi bility of doing his whole duty of the mo ment. And every one always has a duty of the moment. As soon as the possibility of doing one act or another is removed, the correspodiug duty of that moment no longer exists. But if that duty ceases he cause that possibility is removed, another duty is immediately imposed and its corres ponding possibility is opened. There is never a time when we are free from the duty of the moment; rnever a time without possibilities of doing their duty.-8. S. A TALK TO FARMERS. THE SUIGPSTIONS OF A MAN OF LONS( EXPERIEN('E. How Tuar. Northen, of Georgia, Dis cusses the Questions That Chiefly In terest the Agriculturalists of the South. (Columbia Daily Register.) Mr. Northen's address before the Georgia State Agriculture Society at Brunswick is a first class Southern paper. It hits the nail on the head every time. The Augusta Chronicle published this address on Sunday. and then paper will do for Sunday reading for all our far mers of the South for fifty-two Sundays, at least. This address is too good and too prac tical a one to escape the attention of the readers of THE REGISTER, whether they are farmers or not. We will, there fore, try and give them the salient points of what we consider a "en strike" in the way of an agriehultral talk. President Northen addresses himself to the following c1usiion: "What are the hindrances to sneeIss ful agriculture in Georgia and at the South?" Plain as it might seem to many, this is a big subject, and it takes a man of brain, experience and grapple to answer it. Mr. Northen begins with the following statement: When I had the honor to address you at Waycross, I showed from the record that the wealth of the State had in creased steadily since 1879, aggregating up to that date $107,000,000. Since that time the record shows an additional in crease in taxable property of fifteen mil lions, making a grand total of $122, 000,000 since the period indicated all garnered by the professions, the trades, the manufactures and the industries outside of agriculture. Those sections of the State devoted mainly to farming show a large falling off, while other sections, devoted to other industries, make a sufficient increase to cover the losses from farming and add $122,000, 000 to the State since 1879. * * * * * * * * It is my pnrpos> to-day to submit to you some criticisms touching the con duct of the farmers themselves in their management and methods seriously hurtful to the general good of the State. Under the action of the executive committee of this society I have looked into the causes for depression, as I mingled freely with the farmers. * * * I shall now present for your considera tion what I have learned. In one County in middle Georgia I found a farm of 800 acres, with teams and tenants and comfortable cabins. On the 10th of January last the tenants on this farm had barely cotton seed enough to plant the next crop; not one peck of corn nor a pound of meat that was grown upon the place. The owner of this farm has not seen it in five years. A little to the North of this farm, and almost touching it, is another farm, containing about 850 acres, in just the condition of the one before mentioned, except that it has bankrupted two former owners, who gave no attention to its tenants. The present landlord has not seen it in two years. Still further to the North is another farm of 600 acres. Here the woods are full of cabins, and the cabins are full of freedmen, wbo live as they list and work as they please. These tenants consume the products of one year before they begin the work of another. The owner of this farm has not been upon his premises in three years. Just a little to the South is a smaller farm, containing about 200 acres. The tenants upon this place have actually starved three mules within the last twelve. months, and another will soon wend his way to the boneyard. The landlord in this ease has not seen his farm for six years. These farms are not ietions; they have all come under my personal obser vaion; they are in the centre of the best portion of the State. and they are representative. I shall not go fuirther into detail than to say of .the 138,00 farms in Georgia, 50,000 of them are run by indolent tenants in the absence of the landlords. * * * * * * :' * When I say that the tenant system, operated outside of the personal super vision, personal control and rigid dis cipline of the landlord, has been de structive to our system of agriculture, I make known to you, in my candid jidgment, the main cause for depression among the people. This system has lost millions .of .money to the State by its wastefulness; it has demoralized and ruined the better class of labor; it has broken up communities and forced our people into the towns and cities for a living; it has brought countless acres to worse than desolation and to waste, and covered the face of the earth with sad ness and decay. This is a true bill for South Carolina no less than Georgia; indeed it fits our ease more completely than it does Geor gia's. It cannot be denied that this is one of the chief millstones around our necks. Mr. Northen then turns his at tention to the wasteful expenditure of Southern farmers, and says: It will be remembered that I am now considering elements of failure for which farmers themselves are mainly responsi ble. Prominent among the most con s~iuous is the purechase of commercial fertilizers. Can the farmers of Georgia omplain of poverty when they pay in one season $5,000,000 for commercial fertilizers? Since 1879 the farmers in Georgia ave paid for fertilizers enough money to lift every mortgage from every farm in tne State-enough money to buy all the town and city property of Richmond, Chatham and Fulton Counties. The re ent combine has added nearly 25 per ent. to last year's prices, If such is the ase the farmers in Georgia the oming season will pay $6,250,000 for ommercial fertilizers. I ask again, are you able to pay it and live? Mr. Northen says Georgia spends $5.an 0 ina coammercal fertitizers to a crop of $07,000.000; Kentucky spends a $145,000 to a crop of $63,000,000; Mich igan $300,000 to a crop of $90,000,000; Ohio $550,000 to $156,000,000; Tennes see $157.000 to $62,000,000; Wisconsii $170.000 to $72,000,000. Georgia, we are told, spends as much on commercial fertilizers as Kansas, Kentucky, Michigan, New York, Ohio, Tennessee and Texas. With -this ferti lizer expenditure of five million, Georgia cultivaes 8,000,000 acres and makes a crop worth $67,000.000. With the same expenditure on fertilizers; the States named cultivate ninety-one million acres and make a crop product of $773; 000,000. The farmers in Georgia pay' $1 in fertilizers to make $15. 'he other States pay $1 to $400. The farmers in the States mentioned have no cotton seed with which to sup plement their manures. The farmers in Georgia handled the last season over six million worth of cotton seed. They could make a better fertilizerput of this seed than any they buy, and yet this seed was sold for two million dollars to enrich a trust. It is said that farmers may be injured by the tax policy of. the generalgovern inent and may be overreached in their business transactions, but the farmers should look to their own wasteful nnsman agement as the chief obstacle in the way of sutcessful agriculture at the South. Mr. Northen has found in only few localities proper care ant? economy in the use of barnyard manures. Barn yard manures, most farmers say, is too bulky and gives too much trouble in the handling. So they throw it away and buy fertilizers easier of application. Mr. Northen does-not. advocate the en tire abandonment of commercial fertili zers, butinsists that they should be largely displaced by barnyard manure, mould, muck and cotton seed. Mr. Northen insists that every bushel " of cotton seed -in Georgia is worth 25 cents as stock feed or manure, and when it is sold for less it is a clear loss to the farmer. He says: With 900,000 head of cattle, and suitan ble stalls to shelter them; with 200,000'.: horses and mules, and gbod barns to stable them; 500,000 sheep, and comforths able folds to .en them; with pea vines , to be turned under and pine straw,., leaves and muck for absorbents;,26,000, 000 bushels of cotton seed to be erushed and put with this enormous accumula tion, or, better, fed to stock to incrdase' the character and value of the manure, Georgia farmers would make in manure - a money value of more than twenty. million dollars that would build up our lands to a high state of permanent fer tility and abundant- -yield. All this could be done and cost but little moie than -the handling. . . Another hindrance ..to success, for which farmers are themselves responsi ble, is the annual expenditure of nearly three million dollars for horses and1, mules to be used on the farm. Every one of them should be raised on Georgia soil. * * * * I have yet to meet a man in the State who has triedthe plan = of raising his farm teams who has not continued it with profit. - Will you pardon me now if I get down a little nearer to the root of the. matter? The probing may be painful, but if it heals the wound let the instru ment go in. Mr. Northen then quotes a pactical farmer, who lad risen to wealth, antI who attributed unsuccessful farming in Georgia to the miserable management-= of Georgia farms. - Farmers idle their time, delay theirz operations, begin the year on the first~ of March instead of on the first of Jan uary; close it the last of November in stead of the 25th of December. work, when they work.at all, five days in the week instead of six; saunter lazily to the fields an hour by sun instead of with the early dawn; lose all the in lement weather with no indoor work. prepared and leave to negroes *much. they ought to do themselves. No busi ness, said he, managed as farmers manage theirs could stand tihe straind - Ditching, fencing, clearing and' cleaning are among the lost arts. If the hills are going to waste, use the opening and closing months of the year in recoverimg themj. Get the farmers to go to work, con duct their business under system and with active industry, demand of their forces good services and deny main tenance until it conies; study conven ence of arrangement and the properutil ization of labor. S * * * * * * * When these things are done, said h. farmers will make money like other people. Mr. Northen concludes thus: "I1 am fully conscious that I would :o a cruel wrong if, in this discussion, I covered the bright promise of the future. In my candid opiniion,farming in Georgia has r'eached its crisis. From this timefor ward the prospect will slowly brighten. Never before have the farmers been so determined. All over the State I find them practicing the closest ec,>nomy in , every department of the home and the farm; together, they are studying the mistakes of the past, and together they are counselling plans for the future. New lines are opening to light; new industries are springing up on. the farm; new methods are being adopted, and new crops are being put upon the markets. Georgia cured more hay the last sea on than for any three seasons before. More grass means more stock; more stock means more .manure. Following out this agricultural logic, we have more yearing colts in Georgia than ever be fore. Nothing I saw in the State the past year gave such promise to the fu ture as the colt shows held in different sections. Dairy farms. I find, are multiplying ne County shipped more standard but ter last season than was marketed by the entire State a few years ago. All the butter we need will soon be made upon Georgia farms. This industry has given rise t> another in breeding im roved cattle. It is nor a rare thirngto ind a section of the State in which here are not some of the improved. reeds of cattle. These are new paths upon which our eople are entering with inviting prom ises all along the way. We are pulling trough a deep morass, but there is hane ahead.