Year: 1873

farms, with their stone piles here and there,
annual calls for fertilizers to the extent OF
one hundred and fifty dollars per acre, actu-
ally clearing their owners from one to three
hundred dollars on every acre inclosed. No
wonder that he is discouraged when he looks
from this picture upon our favorably located
towns and notes their inactivity, their power
! ty and general dilapidation, and upon our
broad and fertile acres, and reflects that they
are really, in very many instances, not paying
the expense of culture.


One would naturally concluded that there
must be some secret connected with all this (;
and so there is. At the village station the
close observer would notice piles of cotton
bales, a circumstance calculated to create no
particular interest in the South, put there,
thousands of miles away from where cotton
should be grown, it would take the form OF
mystery. Stepping out upon the platform in
quest of a solution, his ears would be greeted
by sound as of waterfall, having a partic-
lar humming accompanment-spi spindles. The
case would be made plain-the strange little
village would be recognized as manufactur-
ing point, and then he would know that we in
far off section were digging its prosperity
from our soil-feeding it into vigorous life
upon the very sod for which our towns were
starving, and asking it nothing in return, ac-
tually shipping our cotton at our own expense,
and then in order that it might grow fat on
its business, buying its fabrics at its own prof.
table figures, and paying transportation on
them to our homes. What a kind.hearted
people we Southerners must be!


Then for secret of success among the farm
ers. Passing through the country with his
eyes open, the close observer would at the
proper season soon have his attention arrested
by an improved mower sweeping over the
meadow, under the exclusive management of
youth of, say sixteen, and accomplishing
more in day than could, in that time, be
wormed out of dozen freedmen with their
scythes. A little later and he would see the
younger brother of the youth turning the hay
and then in due time would come still small
er boy with rake, followed by a trio of little
fellows having all sorts of fun as they, with a
hay fork, stored away the crop in the hay loft.
In everything done on the farm in New
England this same plan is resorted to. If the
soil must be prepared, instead OF setting a
dozen freedmen at it with their mules and
ploughs to sweat through week, as we would
do, out comes machine managed by boy
or two, and in all incredibly short space of
time the Job is done and we'll done. A lot of
seed is to be sown that would give our hands
long and tedious task but there STRIPPING
with seed sower puts it down right and in
very short order. And when the crop is ready
to be hoed, instead of charging it with black
army to play for pay, boy harnesses MS nag
to horse hoe, takes his seat as in sulky,
and rides about over the field hoeing several
rows at Yankee prosperity. She has simply
changed places with us-she owns her labor.
If it were otherwise, or in different words, did
she have to work on our plan, and depend on
our kind of labor, and did we not in the
goodness of our hearts, give her the profits on
our products, few years would find her en-
tirely depopulated, happy hunting ground
upon which the redman might pitch his wig
wan, never to be disturbed by any encroach-
ment of civilization.


There is no reason why we in the South
should not own our labor in the same way,
and set our spindles going, thus giving pros
perity to our own towns and villages. We
can never be success till we do it, Let us
think the matter OVERHEARD Carohnlan for
July.


CAUSE OF GRAY HA1R-Moreau, the dis
tinguished French physician, writes 81 once
knew an aged man for whom snow-white hair
and countenance deeply marked by the fur
rows of care, inspired the respect which we
owe to age and misfortune. My hair said
he, was as thou seest it now long before the
latter season of my life. More energetic in
their effects than assiduous toll and lingering
years, grief and despair at the loss of a wife
most tenderly loved whitened my locks in a
single night. l was not thirty years of age.
Judge then, the force of my suferings. l still
bear them in frightful remembrance


One more illustration shall suffice on this
point. The sexton of St. Josephs Cathedral,
Vienna, being man of extraordinary nerve
and boldness, was accustomed to stand on the
pinnacle of the tower whenever the Emperor
made grand entry to the city, and wave
flag as the pageant passed by. When, how
ever, Leopold, who had just been chosen EN-
peror at Frankfort, was about to enter the city,
the loyal sexton, still anxious to be true to the
old custom, but finding that years had told
against his nerve declared that any one who
would take his place successfully should win
his daughter.


Gabriel Petersheim, who was disliked by
the sexton, but beloved of the daughter at
once accepted the offer, to the disgust of the
sexton, who then arranged with two villains
to close the trap-door Of the upper stairway
while Gabriel was above thinking that as the
Emperor was to enter toward evening, no one
need be the wiser, and the lad must certainly
fall before the morning. The two accompi.
ces did their foul work, and their intended
victim, finding his way down again barred,
was then confronted with the alternative of
clinging to the slender spire, through cold
wintry night with his feet resting on surface
hardly ten inches in circumference, or Of pre-
cipitating himself to the pavement at once,
and thus ending the matter. Gabriel was a
youth of firm will and hardy constitution he
clung to the cold column until morning. But
the story goes that his curling locks were
white as snow his wonted rosy cheeks were
yellow and wrinkled and his eyes, before so
bright, were now sunken and dim. One night
of horror had placed him forty years nearer
his grave CasseRs Household Guide


FRIENDSHIP AMONG TH1EvEs.-In the
rogue's gallery in the New Orleans police de-
partment there is the pictnre Of "Mollie Wa