Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1854-05-11
Making a Hen do her Duty.

u The happiest days in our virtuous life hav
n been spent in the country. There we tas
l. tened virtue on US, drove in the nails an
: clinched them on the inside, to make sur
i thing of it. This vitue is great thing
and among other good effects it leads US t
do all the good we can to assist our fellow
to the fruit of our experience. The follow
, ing may be serviceable to our farmer friends
One day in our youth, while on the mag
niicent farm of Mrs. Nancy Smaleye, W,
watched her struggling with a fractions her
biddy, which she had seized by the legs anc
was resolutely bearing from the hen roost
The screams Of the fowl were truly awful
and she spread her feathers some and in
dulged in sundry fierce pecks at the under.
pinng of Mrs. Smalleye, evidently dissatis
fled with the undignifed mode OF her con.
veyancc.
What are you going to do with her ?''
asked we; going to have stew for din.
ner!" a stew! No, child" was the
answer. Fetch me tub from the shed,
and Ill show you"
The tub was speedily brought.
Turn it upside down." said she.
We did as we were bid, wondering what
was to be done with the biddy
Immediately Mrs. Smaleye capped the
enraged hen under the tub, and with tri.
unphant voice exclaimed
There now. stay there, you pesky crit.
ter! III have it out of you to-day, or you
shant have mouhlul of whites"
Have what out of her (" inquired we,
in a perfect cloud of innocent unsophisti.
cacity.
"Thc egg Of course" said she
Why you can't make a hen lay an egg,
can you!"
Poor child' said Mrs. smalleye, with
upliltcd eyes and a compassionate smile up.
on our ignorance. You don't know how
| do it. You see, dear Willie, hens will
get lazy like other folks, and shirk their du.
ty and don't lay, as if We could afford to
keep them for nothing. Some folks will
put up with it, bnt | won't, won't be impo.
scd upon by no hen. no indeed. know |
their eggs, and can tell as sure as ever
was, who does lay and who don't. Them
that lays, let have their liberty, and 20 |
around and. pick and scratch aud court the !
roosters, aud tantalizc each other. and do
just about what they please But them
that don't alters put under the tub. The
handles, you see, dear, have just crack
enough for them to see the other hens en-.
loving themsclvcs-.and its aggravaton
enough, know. Sometimes they're mighty
stubborn, and won't give in, but eventually
hey come to their milk, as the saying is, and
ay an egg-and then let em out. This
,ere hen is the contrariest hen I've ever
seen. don't much expect to get an egg
'ut OF her before four o'clock. But it's got
o come out-yes, indeed p
Luckily for the hen, it did "come out
n the course of an hour, and she was libe.
ated, and went off cackiing proudly, evi.
lently cheered by the pleasing consciousness
'f having done her duty.-siterary Museum.
THE SouIRE's STORY" Oh!" says the {
squire, " wish't was married and well of
t; | dread it powerful. I'd like to marry :
widow; alters liked widows since know S
d one down in Georgia, that suited my ideas :
dzactly. I
About week after her husband died, i
he started down to the graveyard, where f
ney'd buried him, she said to read the pre-. a
rption onto his monument When she got e
lere, she stood minute looking at each !"
nd OF the grave, with All epithet on them s.
lat the minister had writ for her I" Oh boo. !, u
90" says she, " Jones-he was one of the :!
est men; remember how the last time r,
e come home, about week ago, he brought il
own from town some sugar and little tea, "
nd some store goods for me, and lots of 0
tile necessaries, and little painted hoss m
n Jeemes, which that blessed child got his r. r.
outh all yaller with sucking oil it, and then ie ir
! kissed the children all round, and took R
'wn that good old fiddle of hisn, and played Fl,
} that good old tune. al
Rake her down Sal, on ran dang diddell, OF
b rang dang diddle, dang dang dang da." W
Here" says the Squire. "she began to e' eh
nee, aud just though she was the great. f0 fa
t woman ever saw" '1, ."
The Squire always gives short laugh af.
r telling this anecdote, and then filling and tn
hting his pipe, subsidies toto an arm chair po
d INDUCES in calm and dreamy reflections. al
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MARRY.-Jeremy Taylor says-If you is
: for pleasure, marry: if you prize rosy mi mi
aith, marry. A good wife is Heavens M M
It best gift to man-his angel and minister to
graces innumerahle- gem of many raj
tues-his casket of jewels-her voice is po
eet musc-her smiles, his brightest day Di
her kiss. the guardian of his innocence a $
her arms, the pale of safety, the balm of III. III.
health, the balsam of his lfe-her indus. 1,. hn,
his surcst wealth-hor economy, his eS:
est steward-her lips, his faithful coun. "
ors-her bosom, the softest pillow of his er
her prayers, the ablest of Hea. Th
IS blessings on his head. tin
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'IfERE are ten or twelve frightful cases of eve
tongue, and face cancer in the London Cancer pri
,nitnl all ro.ultiuU frnp,