The Granary

" Wlio so readclh let bim undsretnnd." "Jonathan Hardwork, Laving purhased an extensivo farm, and provided ïimsclf witli every requisito to prosperous husbandry, proposes to furnish subcribers with one quart of wheat weekly, at tliu low priee of two dollars in advance, and two dollars and fifty ceuts ïf paid after six weeks. " Tho facilitios afforded by the governnent for the transportaron of wheat to very scction of the country and adjaént provínoos are suoh as must prove atisfrictory to every subscriber and. the roprietor of tho Grranury assures all vho may patronise him that he will exert limself to supply an article of the first uality, " N. B, - Agenta will bo allowed a jenerous percentage. " Address (post paid) proprietor of the Sranary, Hopewell." Such was the prospectus issued by my 'riend Mr. Hardwork. Feeling a livcly nterest in his welfare, I visited his farm, Ithough it was a long journey from my lome, and was pleased to find everything n nioe order. He informed me that he ïad contracted a large debt in the purhase of the premises, stock and iinplements of husbandry, but that he had no .oubt of the ability to discharge everv obligation in a few years. He also stated hat he had already reeaived mauy hunred subscribcrs, and that in four or iive vecks he would coinmence the delivery f the wheat aceording to proposal, The scheme appeared plausible; and ny friend was su confident of success ihat I luid uot the slightest doubt of his progperity. I entered my name as a subscriber, and wherj I left Iiim he was preparing many thousaud quart sacks. Every week for the space of two years I receivcd a quart oí wheat, and I concluded, frnin the excellent quality and prompt delivery, that everything was prosperous with Jonathan Hardwork and his farm, So I gave myself no concern about my indebtedness to hinj ; for said I, to a farmer so cxtensively patronized as he is, tho small pittance of two years arrcaragcs would be but a drop in the bucket. It is true there was occasionally printed on the sacks a gerreral notie to tlelinquenrs; but I liever suspoüted this was intended for his friends, The uotice, however, became more frequent; and having leisure, I concludcd 1 would visit my friend, the proprietor of the (Jranai-y. He greetod me cordially, but I saw that thero had been trouble. - LIe was evidcntly wora with toil and auxiety, and in the conversation of the even ing he entered into pnrticulars. ' Here I havo been laboring day and night for two years, and am more in debt now than vyheo I began. My creditors are pressing for payreent; I am conscious of inability to meet their domands, and can perceivo no result but bankruptcy and ruin." "But havo you not a largo list of subscribers ?" said I. " Yes, a very large list,'' was the reply, " but too many of them are like yu I" " Pardon me," isaid my friend, in melancholy tone, "pardon me, for opprossion will mako even a wiso man mad.; I have a largo list of the same kind of patrons, seattered hero and there over thousands of miles; if they would pay me the triflea thty sevtrally owe, I should be perfeetly freod from embarrassineut, and go on my way rejoicing. But they reaaou as you reasoned and among you I am brought to tho door of poveity and ruin." I feit the full forco of the robuke, and paid promptly, es at thcincre.ased prices named in tho prospectus, and tita a year in advance. I bid adieu to the worthy and wronged farmer, resolved to do everything in my powor to repair the injury which had accrued from niy de linquency. ü, ye patrons of Jonathan Hardwork 1 - wherover ye are, or whoever ye are ! Ye have reccivcd and eateii the wheat from his Granary, without making payment ! Ye are guilty of a grievous sin of omission. Therefore repent ! Pay the farmer what you ow,o him ! Uncle Sain's teamsters will briug you tho saoks of wheat every week, and Uncle Sam's teamsters will carry the moncy jafaly to Jonathan JLirdwork. U3L" A soldier in ono of the Keui tueky camps says the motto with thora is : " United we sleep ; divided we froezol" Z'-L" ïlio mcient Greeksbm-ied their dead in jars. Heuca the origin of the expression.: " Ile's gone to pot."