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manufacture, Western or Columbus, to any one who intends to purchase. We have a

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Be sure and see us before you buy, and we will make it to your interest to do so.We sell on time to good parties. Call at the right place. Our Factory and Show Roomsare on Main Street, Detween the Square and University.

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E.Agent for the Celebrated

Ü INKLE EIN, FEEDER 110 CONDENSER,Manufeptured at Atlanta, Georgia, and to which Pre¬

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Carolina and Georgia StateFairs 1881.

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The Steam Power Van Winkle Cotton Pressbought from you last Fall has given entire satis¬faction. I packed bales of cotton weighing 660to 725 lbs. in five minutes with alT ease, using a4-inch belt and 25 lbs. steam. There did notseem any more strain on the Press than with a

,400 lb. bale..-Forjdurability, strength, lightnessof power, small quantity of steam required,economy of space, I deem it the King of al

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THE HALL SELF-FEEDING COTTON GIN,Manufactured at Sing Sing, N. Y., has given satisfaction wherever u?ed. The Baws

are made of the best imported steel. Tho saw shaft is the largest mode. An ex¬

amination of other Gins will convince you it is the most substantially built Gin inuse. It never breaks the roll, and therefore does away, with the expense of therevolving hoad, a* tho secret of making tho Gin to prevent its breaking the roll isin the proper shape of the roll box. Every one should examine the improvementsin the Hall Giu made this year, especially the improvement in the Feeder.

Second-hand Machinery.r have a lot of second-hand GINS and PRESSES, which are almost as good

as new, that I will sell for about one-half tho price of a new one.

ijgy- Come in and see me and get prices before buying

June 24,1866JOHN ÜJ» PEOPLES,50 3m

TflAöHflr$'Column.j. G. CLINKSCALES, Editor.

Mr. A. J. Watt declares that he is abetter teacher by one hundred per cent,than he was before the Institute. Heregrets that sickness forced him to loseeven one day, the last. The apprecia¬tive, ' attentive teachers in attendanceupon the daily exercises of the Institutewent, away better equipped by far than

they had ever been before for the workin which they are engaged. We findnow among the teachers abundant evi¬dences of interest, professional ambitionand progress. Even the very appearanceDf the school-rooms is improved, andmany of the teachers are trying in a

modest way; to beautify them withoutmoney and at no expense beyond a littleattention to the possibilities of smallthings.Mr. Qrice at Williford's Store is very

poorly fixed for the work he is trying to

io. The children are poorly seated.Things must be better .arranged there.No teacher can do good work with suchjurroundings. * Let the patrons giveprompt attention to the needs of thatbouse. Mr. Grice missed the Institute.We did what we could to give him andbis pupils some of the methods learnedthere, and. it gives us pleasure to learnfrom Mr. Grice himself that they work(veil in that school. After a test of two

rveeks, he reports an upward movement.We found Miss Bettie Earle's school

it Sbiloh quite small. School had com¬

menced the day before ;our visit. Forsome reason Miss Bettie was occupying;ho main floor of the church, and not theroom cut off some time ago for the use ofthe school. We hope she will soon beible to occupy the regular school-room.Miss Lou Carpenter did not begin

teaching at Holland's on the 19th as shesxpecled, many of the patrons needingtheir children in the crop. She went on

B visit to friends at Elberton, Ga. Nodoubt she is by this time hard at work.Miss Leila Browne occupies a very

comfortable little house in SavannahTownship. We found thero a goodblack board and a small globe. MissLeila promised to test the plans we pro¬posed and report the result. She startedto the Institute at the beginning of thelast week, but was prevented by thesickness and death of her little nephewfrom reaching Anderson before its close.Miss Rosa Mil/ord seems to be moving

on well with her work at Carswell. Theday we called she watt laboring at con¬

siderable disadvantage, the workmen be¬ing at work arranging for the meetingon the 31st ultimo. Miss Rosa wenthome enthused by the workings of theInstitute and will givo her school fullbenefit of what she learned there.Mr. Major "teaches the young idea

bow to shoot" at Flat Bock. He has a

very good house for summer work, a very;ood black-board, but bad been: teachingDaly a few days and was just gettingander good headway. He speaks ofgoing to school himself next winter withi view to preparing himself better forbis work. He regrets that he missed theInstitute, but takes well to the plansproposed, and we expect to find goodresults at our next visit.Mr. W. W. Sadler holds the reins at

Cvy Hollow. His school is not large,jut he seems to be moving along very(veil. He regrets that unavoidable cir¬cumstances prevented his attending theInstitute, but promises to test the plans,ve left with him and report result.Mrs. Bessie Allen has about forty

pupils, and is kept quite busy. Sbe hasi very good house' and that patiencecharacteristic of her sex. >Ve look for;ood results at that school.

Gare or Canary Birds,

A common mistake with those whoandertakc to have a canary for the first;ime is to keep the cage suspended toosear the ceiling. The beat and impuri¬ties of the atmosphere rise to the ceiling,and in these the bird can never behealthy, and au unhealthy bird does notling.To keep a bird in a room where gas is

burned at nights for illumination is alsonot good unless the cage is hung lowwhile the gas is lighted, and is kept cov¬ered. A friend who complained that herbird never sang, aud moulted continuallywas advised to move the cage into a room

unlighted by gas. Here it put on a

splendid coat of plumage and soon beganto sing with vigor.As for feeding, this is a more simple

matter than many suppose. On thispoint the following from the pen of Mr.Silas Hill, in the Philadelphia Press,but somewhat condensed by us is to thepoint: "I have bad- good success withraising canary birds, having, had onebird that lived to be sixteen years andsix months old. I have always fed themeverything that I knew they like to eatincluding bread, crackers, with boiledpotatoes, beet, turnip, lettuce, cabbageand chick weed.. For seed I get hemp.and canary but; mostly hemp, as mybirds like it best. I always give my birdsplenty of water for drink and. to bathein. Plenty of sand in the csge, cuttle-bone and red peppers. I have-never hadany trouble in raising young birds. Givethe little ones hard boiled eggs and breadand milk with, a sprinkling of sugar init. One year I raised thirteen birds fromone pair; eight of them were singers.". The other day Judge Neckelson

went a fishing. Becoming tired and'hungry; on hia way home he stopped ata cabin near the roadside and thus ad¬dressed an old negro man who came tothe gute: "How are you, old man?""Po'ly, sah ; how is it wid yerse'f?" "Iam hot, hungry, dusty and thirsty; can

yon do anything for me?" "No, sah.""Can't you givo me some water ?" "No,sah." "I seo you have a well back there.""Yes. de well's dar." "Then why can'tI get some water?" "Look er heah,Jedge. Yerse'f thinks dat I doan'tknow yer,- but I does. I wuz or witnosBin yer cout' de uder week, an' yer letone o' dem lawyers cross-question me an'ketch me in er lie. Dat wa'nt no way totreat er stranger in de town. Yas,- sah,sot right dar an' let dat blame lawyerbuze me like I wan't a citizen o' dis heahcounty. Tso had it in fur yer ober sincedat time an' I wants to tell yer whut'a or

fack, of yer gits any water outeh dat wellit'll bo airter yer's had de hardest fighter white man eher bad.".ArkansasTravdir.. The new $1 silver certificates will

boar a copy of the Stuart portrait ofMartha Washington. A portrait of Gen.Haucock will adorn tho $2 certificates.. Sam Jones, tho evangelist, lives on

oatmeal, milk, fruits and occasionallymeats. Ho seldom drinks coffee.

OUR EUROPEAN LETTER.

PARIS.

Special1. Correspondence Anderson Intelligencer.We have read of it, dreamed of it and

to-day we see it in all ol its glory andmagnificence, and as we look downthrough the miles of shaded avenues andboulevards walled up on either side witharchitetcure as beautiful as wealth andgenius can produce, and behold thegigantic arches, the statuary that adornthem and almost every public and privateplace, the parks with their endless roads,and winding pathways, the gardens withtheir choicest flowers, the palaces andgal Ierics,with their crowded walla of pic¬tures, the grandeur of the public build¬ings and monuments, the exquisite tastedisplayed in dress, then we realize thatParis is the home of art, for there is hard¬ly a single spot that its'fingers have nottouched, and we are not surprised thattravelers like to visit and students love tostudy here. The city is beautifully located upon river Seine, a stream so peace¬ful that we do not wonder that Napoleonwished that his body might rest near it,'and as we look down along the shoresrich with the verdure of early summer, itbecomes so pictureeque that it's a galleryof itaelC, The Masters for ages haveloved to paint here and many gems oflandscape have been taken from theSeine. In fact everything appears superband lovely, except the sforala of theFrench people, which to us appear to bein a deplorable condition.There may not be more sin to the

square inch here than in other great cities,but one thing is obvious there are no

screens to go around or peep through}everything is public, and all can enjoyand endure it. In England we werereminded that the Sabbath was a day ofrest, and worship by the cessation ofbusiness, and the pealing of the churchbells, but here we are assured that itsGod's day from the bands of music uponthe streets and in the parks and thethousands of people that throng the the¬atres, races and hundreds of other placesof amusement. ' Yes France has fifty-twoholidays.in the year that we know of, andseveral others Of greater or less impor¬tance I presume are observed. It looksas- though they were a little skepticalabout the next world, and were trying tomake a complete picnic of this. Theyare polite, kind hearted, and they tell meaffectionate in an extraordinary degree,in fact there is no limit to a woman'slove, and the men are more richly endow-ed than the ladies. You disconsolate andbroken hearted lovers go toFance whereeverybody loves and loves everybody.But what about a French Home? I.don't know as they have any. Most eve¬

ry house seems to be a hotel or cafe, andthe people seem to live mostly in theparks and on the streets. That song eodear to an Englishman or an American,"Home Sweet Home," I don't believeever got across the channel. Give me

the custom and the love that will make a

house thatched with straw or coveredwith sods, a home where the children can

play unnoticed, and virtue walk unguard¬ed. We have visited most of the placesof interest such as the Survre, Garden ofthe Tuileries; Hotel des Invalides, Tommböf Napoleon, Palace of Luxemburg andGallery, Hotel de Cluny, Bois de Bou¬logne, Cathedral of Notre Dame, TheMorgue, Arc de Tiiumphe, Opera House,Vendome Column Pantheon, Champa-Flys'ees, and many places we will nottake the time to mention, and to give a

detailed description would be like writinga history of France^ so we write in a

genera! way enlarging now and then uponthings that particularly interest us. Inthe galleries we saw the largest displayof paintings we have' ever seen. TheGallery of the Souvre is an immenseaffair containing paintings of the deadMasters, nearly all being represented.The celebrated picture, The Assumption,and a number of others by Murillo arethere. Tho name of Rubens appears atthe bottom of one. Hundreds were copy¬ing from the different paintings, the pic¬tures of the different masters havingmany admirers. In some we confess we

could see but little beauty, but afterwitnessing the enraptured multitude, we

concluded that it was a lack of educationin ns. At the Luxembourg Gallery we

admired many paintings by living mas¬

ters, in fact they were lo us more attrac¬tive than the display at tho London.We have used our wheels quite exten¬

sively in Paris, the streets being wide andtbe city Bproad over so much ground ithas been much more convenient to getaround with them than in London. Wehave not had a great deal of trouble withour conversation, as there are many Eng¬lish and AmericatiS here and many of theFrench speak our language. The police¬men have pulled us off from our machinesseveral times for riding on tbe streetswhere bicycling is forbidden, but we

innocently informed them that we were

strangers, and knew nothing of theirrestrictions and so we got free. Greatpreparations are being, made for theNational Fete, which occurs Wednesday,July 14th. ' It is similar to our gloriousFourth of July," only they celebrate on a

little larger scale. This Beems necessaryto distinguish it from the Sunday picnicsI suppose. We have used a guide hereto a good advantage. There are manywho speak good English and French, andtheir services are obtainable at a reasona¬

ble rate, and persous visiting this cityunacquainted with tbe language will dowell to employ one. We feel under someobligations to Mr. N. Kargar, 64 Rue SteAve, de l'Opera, who proved himself a

gentleman and a scholar in every respect.We will remain here until Thursdaymorning, and then start for Strasburgon the Rheine. Our course then willbe north, down the Rhine to Cologno,from tbero to Antwerp thence to Dover,England,and will sail from Liverpool forAmerica September 1st.

Van De Venter.

. A young man at Broadhead, Wis.,injured his arm slightly on a barbed wirefence, and to stop the bleeding hewrapped a red silk handkerchief aboutit. In a day or two his arm swelled, andsoon his whole system wa3 affected byblood poiaoning, caused by the coloringmailer nf tho l»audktr>;hief. ITe is in a

precarious condition.. Wealth may not bring happiness to

a man, but it can do a good deal towardboosting it along in his direction.

A REMARKABLE JSTONE.Was it Vision or a Dream?

Editor Greenville Enterprise and Moun*taincer: We have never met with a satis¬factory explanation of the phenomena ofdreams and visions. We have read manytheories on the subject, but tbey seemedto be as visionary as the subject itself.We have heard those who stand in thesacred desk, tell with pathos and dramaticpower, of ministering spirits surroundingthe deathbeds of dying Faints, of glimp¬ses and visions into i?aradise by thosewho were on sick beds, or who in themidst of deep troubles were seeking forrelief. Some of these statements were

hardly orthodox as compared with thecreeds of the churches represented bythe speakers, yet they were evidently theheart expressions of those who utteredthem, and had the desired effect on themind of the hearers. Personally, ourown experience and belief on the sub¬ject is that expressed by a son of theEmerald Isle, viz, "that dreams alwaysgo by the contrary."Considering dreams and visions in any

light.we choose, the following told to us

by a well-known citizen of Piedmont hassomething marvelous about it. The gen¬tleman of whom we write was just re¬

covering from a severe attack of sicknessand was convalescent. One day not longsince, about the hour of twilight, he was

reclining on his couch and he states thathe was wide awake because be was con¬scious of what was going on about him,and while lying thus, a knock came atthe door and be bade the knocker enter,and in a moment beheld standing beforehim an entire stranger. "Is this Mr.-?" said the stranger. On beinganswered in the affirmative, be informedme that he had come as a messenger frommy friend, Mr. Pratt, (we use ficticiousnames,) who was in Jerusalem. "Hehas business of great importance for youto attend to, and wishes you to come tohim at once." "But," said Mr.-, "Iam sick; 1 am not able to go." "Ob,yes you are," replied the messenger,"just make up your mind that you willgo and you will find it easy enough."Said Mr.-, "the man seemed soaffable.and had such an attractive wayabout him, be won my confidence; andthough under the circumstances the re¬

quest seemed to be unreasonable, I de¬termined to go with him. I arose, clothedmyself as soon as possible and went outof doors with him. In an instant of timewe were at the sea shore. How we ar¬

rived there I do not know. We did notseem to üy, but by a mere volition of thewill, space was annihilated, the journeywas accomplished, and we stood on thebrink ot the Atlantic Ocean. I thought,shall we be enabled to cross this vast ex¬

panse of water as easily as we have comeupon the land ? Just at this point myguide handed me a pair of shoes of a

most peculiar style. They were not ofunusual size, but were turned up at thetoes much after the fashion of an Indianbirch-bark canoe. I put them on myfeet and stood erect. There came a rush¬ing, hissing sound like escaping steam,and in the twinkling of an eye we wereat Jerusalem. We entered through thegates into the city, and I followed myguide to a building so large in its pro¬portions that none but tbey who saw itcould have any conception of its immensesize. On entering, I found myself in thepresence of millions of people. Astrange feature of this vast concourse,was this: they were all young men andwomen ; I myself being the only oneamong them who was advanced in years.At one side of the house I discovered rayfriend Mr. Pratt, who, on beholding me,came toward me. This movement on hispart attracted the attention of the rest,and all gathered about us as if anxiousto learn° what the result of our meetingwould be. Mr. Pratt addressed me as

follows: "I have sent for you, Mr.-,to get you to do a very difficult piece ofwork for me. It will take a great deal ofskill and care, hut I think you can do it.I want you to polish this stone, (at thesame time talcing a stoae -from his pockethalf an inch square) Use the utmostcaution with it, and be sure not to maror take one atom of substance from it,for the tinniest particle is of more valuethan all-the wealth of the earth. If youthink you can polish it, explain to methe method you are to follow in doing it."I told him I thought I could do it, andmy plan would be as follows: I wouldtake a small block of soft white pine,melt some scaling was on one end of it,and while it was cooling set the stoneinto it, then with a piece of soft leatherthe polish could be obtained without anyinjury resulting. "Very well," 'said Mr.Pratt, "I think that will do." Where¬upon, I arranged the wood, wax andstone, and began the process of polishing.I had hardly given a dozen strokes withthe leather, when, wonder of wonders, a

light so powerful, so dazzling, so pene¬trating, came forth that I was compelledto shut my eyes, for the effect Was as if Ihad looked straight into the sun when atits meridian height. I also saw the greatmultitude of people shut their eyes andturn away their heads. It was marvel¬ous what a space the rays of light fromthat little 'stone covered. It seemed tome by comparison that it was as large as

the whole area covered by the .UnitedStates of America. With the greatestdifficulty I succeeded in polishing everyside of it, pondering all the while in mymind what kind of a stone it could be.I bad never seen anything like it.Diamonds or rubies could not comparewith it. Finally, I saw that I had donemy best with the polishing and so statedto Mr. Pratt. He pronounced the worksatisfactory as far as the polishing wasconcerned. "Bui," said he, "I now wishto have you engrave some characters on

it, and will furnish you with a design.""I am sure I cannot do it," was myanswer. "It was as much as I could do topolish it with my head turned away.Even if I had-the ability to do the en¬

graving, my eyes could not stand suchan intense light." Just at this point aman of medium stature and with a faceof surpassing loveliness, took the stonefrom iny hand, saying as be/did -so toMr. Pratt: "I will do the engraving."Then with an instrument he began tracingmystical characters on one side of thestone. I was more amazed than everto see that these characters were seven or

eight feet in length. They stood sharplydefined amid the blaze of glory that sur¬

rounded them. How could this be?The stone only half an inch square andthe letters on it eight feet in length I Itried from every standpoint of- reason toaccount for euch a wonderful paradox,but in vain. It was a miracle, it couldbe nothing les3. I then saw the engraverfasten the stone upon the lappel of Mr.Pratt's coat. Full of curiosity and won¬

der, X looked about me to find some onefrom whom I could enquire to find outthe meaning of these strange events,when to my still further surprise I saw a

man who bad been dead more than fortyyears. He, like all around me, had onhis face the stamp of an immortal youth.I stretched out my hand and cried,"Why, Mr. S-, I have not seen yousince before the war." He at once recog¬nized me and replied, "I have been here,since before the war." "Can you tellme," I then said to him, "what is thomeaning of this strange scene in which Ihave just taken a part? Who is thatman who engraved thoso characters onthe Btone?" "Why," he answered, "doyou not know who that is ?" and his facewas full of wonder as he spoke. "I mostcertainly do not," was my reply. "Why,that is tho Lord Jesus Christ," he said."Ii ia?" T cried. "T should, not havothought if was ho. I did not think helooked like that." "Ah," was the an¬

swer, "you havo not seen him with hisglorified body on. If you Bhould once

see that you could not mistake him.""But what is that stone I polished, andwhy was it fastened to the lappel of Mr.Pratt's coat ?" I continued. 'That stoneis Mr. Pratt's badge of office and Mr.P.-is tbe commander in chief of allthis great host of people you see aboutyou. They are tbe army of the Lord ofHosts, who will soon start out fromJerusalem to make a conquest of theworld. They will all be clad in glorifiedbodies, and before the splendor of theirmajestic advance sin and Sutan will fleeaway. Then tbe kingdoms of this earthwill become the kingdoms of our Lordand his Christ." Having had my curi¬osity satisfied on tbese points, I turnedto Mr. Pratt and said, "Have you anymore of those stones?" His reply was,"We have more of them and among thenumber is one for you, but it is not yettime for you to receive it; you must waitpatiently, be a true Christian and an up¬right man. In due time it will be givento you with the mystic characters en¬

graven upon it." This seemed to me tobe perfectly satisfactory. To be enabledto possess such a treasure as that wasworth making and enduring the greatestsacrifice. I was now filled with an ex¬treme longing to remain in this place.Up to this point I have been able to findwords to express what took place; buthuman language fails when I try to de¬scribe the glory and magnificence of thebuilding in which I was. It was thehouse not made with hands. I iold one ofthe company I did not want to return toray old place of abode. I wanted to stayin that place and with those gloriousassociates forever, yet it seemc-d necessaryfor me to return to my old home again.I remember that just before I started on

my journey a mess of oat mea l had beenprepared for my supper, and I thoughtI must go back and eat it. As quick as

thought I was at home again, and on at*tempting to partake of my frugal repastI could only eat one grain at a. time, andthat contained so much nutritrent, or raysystem was in such a weak condition,that it took me as long to digest it as itwould a hearty meal. I was no anxiousto be in Jerusalem that between thehours of eating I rushed backward andforward across the ocean until I was

completely exhausted. I cannot tellbow it all ended. I seemed to be out oithe room and also-in it at tbe same time.I am not conscious of awakening out ofsleep, or of being unconscious. All thatI have told is as vividly impressed on mymind as if it really happened. Be it a

dream, a trance, or a vision, I can onlysay this: that if the New Jerusalem andthe inhabitants thereof be tho gloriousplace and the exalted beings with whom'I came in contact while, in this state, Iwant to be there." Substantially the.above is as it was.related a few clay sinceto your correspondent.

Old Coins.Piedmont, July 25th, 1886.

Tell your Mother.

Although this bit of advice was writtenfor girls of a generation ago, there is noleas need of its being followed at thepresent day. "I wonder how miiny girlstell their mother everything! Not those'young ladies' who, going to and fromschool, smile, bow, and exchange notesand cartes de visits with young men, wholaugh at you and your pictures, speakingin a way that would make your cheeksburn with shame if you-heard it. Allthis, most incredulous and romanticyoung ladies, they will do, although theygaze at your fresh young faces admiringlyand send or give you charming verses or

bouquets. No matter what othur girlsmay do, don't you do it. School girlflirtation may end disastrously, an manya foolish and wretched young girl can tellyou. Your yearning for some one to loveis a great need of a woman's heart; butthere is a time for everything. Do notlet the bloom and freshness of your heartbe brushed ofl'in a silly flirtation. Aboveall, tell your mother everytbiog. 'Fun'in your dictionary tvould be indiscretionin hers. It would be no harm* to lookand see. Never be ashamed to tell her,who should be your best friend and confi¬dant all you think and feel. It is verystrange that so many young girls will tellevery person before 'mother' that ivbichis most important she should know. Itis very sad that indifferent persons shouldknow more-about her fair young daugh¬ter than she herself. Have no secretsthat you would not be willing to trust toyour mother. She is your best friend,and is ever devoted to your honor andinterest. Tell her all."-.Fanny Fern:

"Look at the Grass.'*

Some say the South is not a "grasscountry?" and yet every letter and"special" from rural parts for the pastmonth or so has. been burdened withcomplaints of grass, grass, grass! Sup¬pose we calculate a little: There are

probably.say 20,000,000 acres of landin tbe South now planted in cotton.Suppose all tbe labor and capital that hasbeen devoted to killing grass and savingthe cotton,.on 10,000,000 of those acres,had been devoted to encouraging thegrowth of the grass and its curing intohay, and conversion into beef, rautlo.n,milk, but, etc. Who will say what ntu-pendous results might not have followed ?Would not these 10,000,000 acres h;ivesupplied the entire year's demand for allthe above things, and many others/ be¬sides filling the barns of the country withprovender to last until next hayingtime? Then what would have been theresult of concentrating labor and energyand fertilizers on tbe reduced area incotton ? Would we not have giown two-thirds as much cotton as the entire pres¬ent area will produce at much less costper pound and received one third betterprice for it? Let some one who woulddeny tbe probable substantial resultsanswer.

This is a grass country. From allaccounts to date (July 7), it is grassiernow than at any period within a shortlife-time. Let hs commence cultivatinggrass in earnest. It grows better thananything else if it has half a chance..Southern Cultivator.

The Penalties of Prosperity,There are real trials of soul and spirit

that come with prosperity. Tbe more

hardy traits of character do not alwaysthrive in an atmosphere of ease as underthe constant stimulation of uecessity.Even when a man has earned his moneyor his high position by persistent effort,he may find himself more slothful andless enduring, more duly satisfied andless high in his ideals in the lap of lux¬ury than when he fought for his life,inch by inch, with the stern browed foe.despair.In his poverty, man dwells upon the

great, good things that may be wroughtby riches. Too often in his wealth hefinds the small unworthy things more

potent to occupy his mind. The prosperous man is sought out by tho multi¬tude, is made to feel the falsity of manythings through the trying test of wealth;is beset and wearied with an infinity ofcares cast upon him, and with the coldresentment of those who consider everydollar of his income a dollar taken fromthem. His charities are treated as a

matter of course, his denial of any peti¬tion magnified into an evidence of con¬

temptible meanness. His thrift is calledpenuriousness, his generosity extrava¬gance. Certain social requirements ac¬

company wealth and station, and if aman dreams that by attaining eminencelie will escape cure, he makes a sad mis¬take.

. Tho annual production of sewingmachines allows one for every 300 civil¬ized people on the globe.

TILDEN IN 1876*

Wliy rildcn was Disliked In South Carolina.

The "Sage of Gramercy Park" was nota favorite in South Caroliua. Indeed, aofar as there was any feeling on the sub¬ject, it was one of distrust and aversion.This was due to the manner in whichSouth Carolina was treated by Mr. Tildenin the campaign of 1876. Mr. Tilden hadno expectation whatever that this Statecould be carried by the Democrats, andwan averse to the straigbtout movement.There were electoral votes enough in sight,he thought, to make him President, with¬out any help from South Carolina, andthere is good authority for saying thatMr. Tilden had no doubt of the result, "IfSouth Carolina would only keep quiet."But South Carolina determined to makean heroic effort to throw off the politicalyoke, and what in the beginning seemedimpossible was, in a short time, wellwithin the bounds of probability. Itshould have been evident to every dispas¬sionate observer that nothing was beyondthe reach of the white people of SouthCarolina, united as they were, and ani¬mated with one purpose and ooe hope.Nevertheless, Mr. Tilden gave the SouthCarolina Democracy the cold shoulder.This caused considerable irritation in theState, and engendered the idea of votingfor Hayes and Hampton. By this plan aconsiderable number of colored votes wasobtained for Gen. Hampton the Demo¬cratic candidate for Governor, in ex¬change for white votes for the Republicancandidate for President. The Democracyof the State felt that they were desertedby the leaders of National Democracy,and made the best bargain they could ontheir own account.Towards the end of the canvass Mr.

Tilden seemed to realize that he hadmade a mistake, and.promised to contri¬bute the enormous sum of $5,000 to theDemocratic cam paigh fund. A draft .forthis amount was accordingly made*, andwas discounted by one of the Charlestonbanks. Mr. Tilden, however, failed to

provide for the draft, and it was ultimate¬ly paid out of money raised In SouthCarolina. This story concerning, thedraft and its fate comes to me f.om an

unimpeachable source.It will be remembered that Gen.

Hampton was elected by a majority of1,134, while Col Simpson, the candidatefor Lieutenant Governor, had a majorityof only .139. Tho majority for the Re¬publican electors in this' State. was 964.It is very evident from these figures thatthe electoral vote of South Carolina could.have been secured by Mr. Tilden if hehad sustained the Democracy of the Statein their efforts, -and bad given them, inthe canvass, the assistance they desired,and to which they were entitled. But hedid not realize this fact until too late.

After .the. election it was proposed tobuy-one of the Republican electors, j Thewhole history of the negotiation willprobably never be known, but it seems tobe reasonably certain that one of the lotoffered to oast his vote for Tilden andHeadricks for the sum of $50,000. Oneof Mr. Tilden's agents came to SouthCarolina to look over the field and ascer¬tained that this could' be accomplished,but the money was not forthcoming.Mr. Tilden relied upon Oregon, and letSouth Carolina go. The Republicansbeard, in some way, of the negotiations:which were in progress and were consid¬erably alarmed. It is said that when theElectoral College met, one of the Repub¬lican electors took a pistol from his pock¬et and announced, with an oath, that bewould blow out the brains of any electorwho ventured to vote for. any other per¬sons than Hayes and Wheeler. C. C.Bowen was credited with this exploit.At all events, the eleetoral votes of SouthCarolina were given to the Republicancandidates.Mr. Tilden, as I have shown, literally

threw away the election. South Caroli¬na's electoral votes would have given hima majority, without the vote of Louisianaand Florida of which he was robbed bythe Returning Boards. Besides this, heearned the ill-will and dislike of the peo¬ple of South Carolina by his attitudetowards' them at the time of theirsuccessful struggle for. deliverance fromRadical misrule. The feeling of thepeople was well'expressed, four, yearslater,.bv Gen. James Conner, who was inthe thick of the political battle of 1876.When the effort was made to foist Tildenupon the Democracy in 1880, Gen. Con¬nor said openly that it was better to bebeaten with Bayard than to win withTilden.There was never any doubt of Mr.

Tilden's ability, especially in money-making, but in South Carolina he badbut few enthusiastic admirers, for thereasons I have given. There was alwaysan idea that Tilden lacked nerve in a

political crisis. Is it to be supposed fora moment that Hancock would have al¬lowed himself to be defrauded of tbePresidency as Mr. Tilden was? Not a

bit of it. Gen. Hancock would haveopposed any compromise ofany sort, andwould have appealed, if necessary, to tbepeople of the country to place him in tbeoffice to which he had been elected. Itwas tbe conviction that Mr. Tilden lackedcourage that made Southern members ofCongress willing to acquiesce in theeight-to seven Electoral Commission bill.There was hope for South Carolina

and Louisiana upon tbe installation ofMr. Hayes: and the two States made themost of the situation. Much, too, asMr. Hayes has been abused, it should beremembered that it was during bis termof office that the Southern States beganin earnest their recovery from the ills andlosses of the civil war. There ,

was littleroom for improvement during the. Grantera. -When King Stork^ gave* placi toKing Log there was" assurance Of peaceand order, and the Southern States movedforward with a rapidity which was sur¬

prising to even their own people.Passing from Mr. Tilden to another

conspicuous politician,-Mr. James G.Elaine, I recall a fact which is as notable8B thestory about Gen. Logan,'u'wffich Itold some weeks ago. Gen. -Logan, itwill be remembered, notified"the NationalRepublican committee that he wouldwithdraw from the Republican ticket ifthe committee circulated, as a campaigndocument, the scandals about Mr. Cleve¬land. At the first meeting of theNational Democratic committee, afterthe nomination of Mr. Cleveland forPresident, the shocking reports aboutMr. Elaine's <?arly marriage were men¬

tioned, and it was soon Been that themembers of the committee were in pos¬session of the details of the whole sadstory. No vote was taken on the subject.No motion was made. With one accordthe committee declared that they wouldhave nothing to do with the dissemina¬tion of such a scandal, and that, what¬ever the other sido might attempt, theNational Democracy would keep theirhands clean and conduct the canvass witha proper regard for a woman's feelingsand the sanctity of home. There was nodiscussion about' it. Every one was oftbe same opinion. And it is certain thatthe action of the committee had tbehearty approval of the Democratic can¬didate for President..F. W. D., in theCharleston Sunday News.

. The July fire record in the UnitedStates aud Canada shows a loss of $10,-000,000 worth of property, an amount 50per cent, greator than the average firoloss in July during the last twenty years.There were 175 fires by which the losswas $10,000 and- upward. The sixteenlargest fires caused a loss of §4,000,000.. Hog cholera is raging fearfully on

tho west side of the Pec-Dec,'in MarionCounty. Many farmers have lost heavily.. A pocket sewing machine is the

latest novelty.

FIR LI) WITH BOTH EYES SHUT,As nn American He Fought tho Duel and

Killed the Cuban.

Soon after tbe Cubans wore compelledto surrender tbe Virginius to Uncle SamI landed in Havana as tbe agent of an

American agricultural works, says a

writer in tbe Detroit Free Pros. Fortu¬nate for me in this case I could chatteraway in Spanish with any of them, andthough I W2>s born and reared in Ohio Iwas supposed to be an Englishman. HadI given out that I was a straight-hairedYankee the chances of being mobbed or

knifed or shot, would have been excellent.The feeling against Americans was so

very bitter that one from the States was

liable to insult and violence on tbe pub¬lic street?.

I had been here abont a week when anAmerican named Charles Whitley, fromMichigan, arrived with his wife. Whit¬ley was an invalid, and be had come toCuba by tbe advice of a physician. Iremember him as a tall, pale-faced andextremely courteous gentleman, whileshe was a little bit of a woman who wasall hope and sunshine. It so happenedthat I made their acquaintance the firstday they landed, and I felt it my duty towarn Whitley of the feeling entertainedagainst our nationality. My advice tohtm was to keep close for a time and tocarefully avoid being mixed up in anydiscussion of a public nature. He hadbeen there a. week without anythingbeing -said to him, when one day, as wesat in the hotel reading room, a couple ofCubans who spoke very good Englishcame in and took seats near us. Therewas no doubt in my mind from the firstthat they meant to draw Whitley into a

trap. They began by abusing andmaligning Americans and wishing forwar, and when he persistenly refused totake notice of them one of them deliber¬ately turned upon him and said:"Havana is no place for such as yon.""The gentleman is an invalid," I

replied."But he is also a Yankee,", continued

the Cuban. "Our Government shouldnot permit them to even land on theisland."

Whitley's face grew paler, and he bithis lips to keep back the hot words whichwanted to come, but he made no reply.The larger of the two men, who appearedto be a native fire eater, waited for a

moment, and then rose up and said tothe Michigander:"All Yankees are cowards I I insult

you! Demand satisfaction if you dare I"' I do demand it IV answered Whitley,

in a low voice. "You evidently want aduel! You shall have it?""Good I" hissed the other. "My friend

here will arrange the details with yourfriend. You have more courage than Ithought for." ,

He walked away with a nod to me, andwas followed by bis friend, who promisedto return in half an hour."You can't mean to fight ?" I inquired

of Whitley when wa were alone."But 1 do. He insulted me' as an

American, hoping to provoke a duel, andas an American I will fight him."

'JBut your health ?""Never mind my health. AU I want

is to keep the affair from my wife untilit is over'with/ Arrange to fight himto-morrow morning.""With what weapons ?""I never had a sword in my band, and

I have had no experience with pistols.Choose pistols, however. I know enoughto sight and fire one, and I must take mychances."There was no doubt that the man was

an experienced duelist, but the more Iargued with Whitley the more determinedhe was to fight. Under all the circum¬stances it would have been no disgracefor him to refuse, but from tbe very firsthis mind was made up. Such affairs are

easily and quietly arranged in Cuba.When the second returned, we settled on

pistols for, weapons, and he was ,kindenough to say that he would arrange .fora surgeon to be present. We were to beat a certain spot about four miles distantat a certain hour in the morning. Thefellow was a pink of politeness, and Icarried the idea that I bad been mixedup in several affairs of the sort, and thatmy principal was not a green hand on thefield of honor.I did not see Whitley again until we

took a carriage in tbe morning to driveto tbe grounds. He was calm and self-possessed, and on the way out arrangedwith me about sending his wife home incase of his death, and provided, for otheremergencies. The little woman had not.received the slightest hint of what wason the tapia. We found the cither par¬ties waiting for us, and the details werespeedily arranged. The men were placedfifteen paces apart, and it was understoodthat they were to fire until one or theother was killed or wounded. In caseeither was wounded and wanted to con¬tinue the fight, the duel shouldgo on. The two pistols were load¬ed and handed to the principals, andthe awkward manner in which Whitleyheld his made the Cubans smile. I hadtold him how to stand so as to presentthe smallest possible target to his oppo¬nent, but as they took their places I washorrified to see him present his full front.It seemed as if any one who conld sighta pistol must bore him through at thefirst fire. He was a trifle paler thanusual, but he stood firm on his feet andwas in good nerve. .

Tbe word was finally given.one, two,three, fire.and both pistols were dis¬charged at once. I was looking at Whit¬ley. I saw a piece of cloth from hisshoulder fly in the air, and as I turnedmy gaze toward tbe Cuban I saw thelatter sink down in a heap, as if he hadbeen struck on the top of the head. Weran to him to find a bullet hole in thecenter of bis forehead, and be was stonedead.. His bullet had chipped Whitley'sright shoulder, but without drawingblood. I never saw two men so dumb¬founded as tho surgeon and the Cuban'ssecond. It was a minute before theycould realize the disaster. Everythinghad been fair and according to the code,and nothing remained for us except toreturn to the city. Whitley was verycalm and self-possessed ; neither aston¬ished nor exultant."What spot did you aim for?" I asked

as we rode homeward."None at all," he replied. "I had both

eyes shut when I pulled the trigger."Don't.

Don't snub a boy because he wearsshabby clothes. When Edison, the in¬ventor of the telephone, first enteredBoston, he wore a pair of yellow linenbreeches in the depth of Winter.Don't snub a boy because his home is

plain and unpretending. Abraham Lin¬coln's early home was a log cabin.Don't snub a boy because of tbe igno¬

rance of his parents. Shakespeare, theworld's poet, was the son of a man whowas unable to write his own name.Don't snub a boy if he chooses an

humble trade. The author of the Pil¬grim Progress was a tinker.Don't snub a boy because of physical

disability. Milton was blind.Don't snub a boy because of his illness

in his lessons. Hogarth, tbe celebratedpainter and engraver, was a stupid boyat bis books. ...

Don't snub a boy because be stutters.Demosthenes, tho greatest orator of-Greece/overcame a harsh and stammeringvoice.Don't snub any one. Not alone

because some day, they may far outstripyou in the race of lifo, but because it isneither kind nor right, nor Christian..Exchange.. The first bale of new cotton hiSj

been received at Savannah. ,'

The News of Lcc'^H^HGeneral Dukc^Cluyutf i'f.wS

We had reached ChrUtiaaburglafHBthe evening of the lOlb of April. 1command had haulted for the nightjtbe troops were about to go into "4Bbut the column was still closing um!the larger part of it was yet o.. the MI remember that General EcbolsjjHwere dismounted and standing3pi3HSturnpike surrounded by tbe soldiers, ¦were talking about some ordinary uflto which I had called his attention, |then Lieutenant Clay galloped upflasked where he could find the GenHGeneral Echols indicated his, presoBand Clay approached and silently banghim a dispatch. General Echols opdBand read it. I instantly peiceivcd jit contained momentous and disaslfflnews. His face became i utenselyAgBand then grew deadly pale. Ä»requested me to follow him out <xHthrong. I did so, and wbenweweHfew paces away he read me tbe dUpjnwhich was from General Lomax, anflthese words: "General Lee surrendBthis morning at or near AppömÄCourt-house. I am trying with myHdivision and the remnants of Fitz JBand Rosser's division to arrange to~fl|a junction with you." RAlthough prepared to hear of dieflj

I had not expected anything no drcjBas this, and the announcement almastunned me. I can never forget tbe fefling of utter dismay and despair w«which I heard it, or the impre>«||iBproduced upon the troops when theinfflmation reached them. -BjGeneral Echols had not in tendedalimmediately divulge it. Af;er a brjlconference we agreed that the nänshould, be concealed, if possible, from'ijjmen until the next day, and communised that night only to the brigede o^fflimental commanders. We liopeath^gsome plan might be devised which woolsenable us to hold tbe troops toget£«juntil we could learn what policy woülibe pursued by Mr. Davis, and whether %would be our duty to endeavor to'joaaGeneral Johnston. But to conceal-.itwBa fact when even one "man was aggSHit was impossible. Before we igeluded our brief conversation, flfrom the hum and stir in the 1dark-browed crowds nearest us, tne~ reBlless oscillation of the long column astiflwhisper flew along it, the excitemeiBwhich soon grew almost to tuajult, ,tbBthe terrible tiding had gotten abroafiThat night no man slept. Strt ngely.Mthe declaration may sow sound, tfcewjwas not one of the six or seven iiiousandjthen gathered at Christianburg who hadentertained the slightest thought thjJsuch an event could happen, anVl doabwless that feeling pervaded the rank tiflthe Confederacy. .....JWe knew that Bichmond ha>i fallenJ

We knew that the heroic army which"had?so long defended Bichmond was iivretreat. We knew that it would be nömVfadic, that its operations could nt- longer^be conducted upon the metbodt which;support regular warfare, and that every^thing necessary to maintain its e'Sciencj*was lost. We could hazard no conjecture:as to what would be done; yet, iuat thearmy of Northern Virginia with'.'.Lee at,its head would ever surrender had never'entered our minds. Therefore, tha inde-*scribable consternation and amazementwhich spread like a conflagration tbroaghthe ranks, when the thing was told* canscarcely be imagined by one who has nothad a similar experience.For four years the people of the

Southern States had lived under a sepa¬rate government of their own, a^JMlooked upon themselvesas consfBnHdistinct nationality. 'jl^htfflHBThe very fact that t^PIH BjMbeen years of struggle, dangerf^BjjBfice only the more intensified tbelBl^Brations for political separation and VacHpendent governmental existence. .;. B.What at first may have been with tin

mass of the population mere prejudice,as some have claimed, cr at best bul janideal love of the freedom which, in at|widest sense, means, the right of thepeople of every sovereign community tocontrol without iuterference or restrictiontheir own affairs, had grown into anardent wish for tbe maintenance of heConfederacy and a devotion to UnurSouthern land which was limithrjs.Previous attachment to their native seil,all the ideas and traditions they had be mreared to believe and cherish, all ttnitcontributes-to make up what is wise andgood, as well as what, in excess, may l iewrong in patriotism, was connected riftheir minds with, the contest in whic-tothey were engaged and the effort the/were making. They were almost read;''to believe that all future hope and lit-!itself depended upon success.To all who read this.save those wh j

shared the sentiment.it may seem ö||credible that the Southern people -andsoldiery can have really felt the blow stkeenly, I will ask such skeptics to imagine the impression that would be pro¬duced upon them by the conviction thaithis country had been suddenly subjugat¬ed by some foreign power, and was aboutto be overrun ana permanently occupiedby its armies and governed by its agents!The South expected in defeat to be re¬duced to just auch a condition. GeneralLee and his army hod been so indentifiedin onr minds with the Confederate cau%that to lose them was like taking theheart from the body.During all that night officers and men

were congregated in groups and crowdsdiscussing the news and it was curious toobserve how the training and disciplineof veteran soldiers were manifested evenamid all this keen feeling and wild ex¬citement. There, was not one act. ofviolence, not a harsh or insulting wordspoken; the ofiicers were treated withthe same respect which they had previ¬ously received, and although many ofthe infantrymen, who lived in that partof Virginia went off that night withoutleave and returned to their homes/ nonewho remained wereinsubordinate or failedto obey orders with alacrity.Great fires, larger and more numerous

than ordinary camp-fires, were lightenedand kept burning. Every group had itsorators, who succeeding each other spokecontinuously. The men rushed fromone crowd to another, hundreds some¬times collecting about a peculiarly fervidspeaker. Every conceivable suggestionwas offered.' Some advocated a guerrillawarfare; some proposed marching to tbetrans-Mississippi, and thence to Mexico.The more practically and reasonable, ofcourse, proposed that an effort to joinGeneral Johnston should immediately bemade. Many, doubtless, thought ofsurrender, but I do not remember to haveheard it mentioned.

Tao Upper Side,We speak of the night-time of sorrow.

Is tbe night, thongh, an absolute or arelative fact? If we were at a high pointabove the earth we should see it floatinglike a great "golden argossy" in a sea oflight, the sun forever shining. It is onlya single side of the earth, the under side,that is for a little time in shadow. "Atevening time there shall be light," saysthe word of God. In our sorrow, then,light is somewhere. It is the under Bideof the providence that is dark, thehuman, earth side. Faith would take usup where the sun forever shines, wherethe love of God and the wisdom of Godfill all space with their light. Hay wesee that upper and bright side, the divineaide, God's,aide, of our sorrow! May webelieve that he reigns, and reigns to thewoll-being.of his people..S. & Journal

Fortune is like a collar button;when it flies from youyou have to get onyour bands and knees and work hard toget it back.