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Communications of general or local in terest, under a genuine signature, are respectfully solicited from any source. SIMMONS, VINCENT & CO., Publishers. AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM.* BI O. WALLACE BOYDEN. “Whom the gods love die young,” so Wordsworth said, But this avowal was not flattering to him, For had they loved him he would have been dead Long years before he got this idea through him; And I’m inclined, upon mature reflection, To this most sweeping charge to take ex ceptions. What wicked folks our parents must have been; Os course, this fact we cannot but allow; Had they been good when young we had not seen This pleasant world, or been what we are now; For, if what Wordsworth said was gospel truth, They would, of course, have died in early youth. Then, there’s our minister, that good old man, So firm and steadfast, yet so meek and mild— Who never read a stanza in Don Juan, But had Watts’ hymns at heart when but a child; Had the gods loved him when he was a boy, His ministry we should not now enjoy. And there are those whom we love passing well, The other, and the gentler sex, you know; Whose tender smiles the clouds of care dis pel, Whose soothing accents lighten every woe— If all bail died when they were five or six, Wouldn’t we males be in a pretty fix? Methuselah, they say, still clung to life After he’d lived nine hundred years or so; Instead of tiring of its tolls and strife, He didn’t like, even then, to cut and go— So, Wordsworth, i f I read your lines aright, ’Gainst him the gods had an especial spite. I knew' a boy whose mother told him never To ven:ure near the stream till he could swim, But who, om r day, went out upon the river And got capsized, which made un end of him ; Since he died young, though disobedient, I ’spose he’s one of those whom Words woith meant. Think of the “Heaving turf in mouldering heaps” (That’s the poetic phrase for burial vaults) Where some “Forefather of the hemlet sleeps; (See Grey, his Elegy), and all his faults Lie I uried with him; his g<x>d deeds alone You’ll find above him, chisled out of stone. How differently these monumental stones Would read if Word# worth only spoke the U uth; Instead of blessings o’er the mouldering bones Os those who had survived their early youth, You’d find the following legend stuck above ’em: “ They lived until the gods ceased to love ’em.” Our Sabbath Schools would be depleted quite; Parents would watch with deep solici tude, And teach their young to steal, and lie, and fight, For fear of losing them if they were good; And in no time, ’twixt riot, rum mid revel, Our world would be turned over to the devil. O, surely, Wordsworth, you were much mistaken, And I am bound to let the people know it; Though a good writer, you've no right to uuku an Assertion unbecoming to a pent; When grim Death comes in any of his phases. Bad and Good turn their toes up to the daisies. [Danbury New s. •Hear the other side; or, listen to both sides. [Newark, N. J.. Oct. 30. 1873. A Doubtful Commimkst to Mr. Sts phkns.—“One of the most prophetic, cau tious and wary of our Georgia statesmen,” says the Augusta Constitutionalist, “Chinks Grant will seize Cuba if die hotheads will only give him time. “ It may be stated that it wa> the hothca Is or rather, as they were then called, the “Hotspurs” of the South, who prevented the setth ineiit of a “little uaiaundcrßtaiidmg” in which Presi dent Grant had a hand some time ago. Nevertheless, in this Spanish matter there Is no donbt but the “wary Georgia siaks man referred to is ueiuvr right, bow than when he accepted the vice Presidency of the Somheru Confederacy. However. Con- S r< ** nw *’ * few days ago, and we may expect to bw that ‘still, small voice” from Georgia still proclaiming for war in the intereau and for the U>uor of the whole Vmvc, —N. Y. Herakl. Grace Greenwood aavs it >« bAidi new-a-da va, to name « nutain or ' bib • after a man dll be isd.aj n . ■ . ’ bezrlr or Like b*<k pay, or » I i fal mi!way autocrat, w a candidate < Presidcrry. then yenH wish vo>- x. >.,• THE NORCROSS ADVANCE. BY SIMMONS, VINCENT & CO. AGRICULTURE A FRAUD. AN ORIGINAL VIEW. The Cincinnati Times says: “The basest fraud of earth is agrictl ture. The deadliest ignis fatuus that ever glittered to beguile, and dazzled to betray, is agriculture. I speak with feeling on this sub ject, for I’ve been glittered and beguiled, and dazzled and de stroyed by this same arch de ceiver. She has made me a thousand promises; and broken everyone of them. She has promised me early po tatoes, and the rain has drowned them; late potatoes, and the drought has withered them. She has promised me summer squashes, and the worms have eaten them; winter squashes, and the bugs have devoured them. She has promised cherries, and the curculio has stung them, and they contain living things, un comely to the eye and unsavory to the taste. She has promised strawberries, and the young chickens have de voured them, and the eye cannot see them. She has promised tomatoes, and the old hens have, encompassed them, and the hand cannot reach them. No wonder Cain killed his broth er. He was a tiller of the ground. The wonder is, that he didn’t kill his father, and then weep because he hadn’t a grandfather to kill. No doubt his Early Rose potatoes, for which he paid Adam seven dollars a barrel, had been cut down by bugs, from the head wa ters of the Euphrates. His Penn sylvania wheat had been winter killed, and wasn’t worth cutting. His Norway oats had gone to straw, and would not yield five pecks per acre, and his black Spanish watermelons had been stolen by boys, who had pulled up the vines, broken down his patent picket fence, and written scurrilous doggerel all over his back gate. No wonder he felt mad when he saw Able whistling along with his fine French rneri noes, worth eight dollars a head, and wool going up every day. No wonder he wanted to kill some body, and thought he’d practice on Able. And Noah’s getting drunk was not at all surprising. He had be come a husbandman. He had thrown away magnificent oppor tunities. Ho might have had a monojioly of any profession or business. Had he studied medi cine there would not have been another doctor within a thousand miles to call him “Quack;” and every family would have bought a bottle of “Noah’s Compound Ex tract of Gopher Wood and Anti- Deluge Syrup.” As a politician, he might have carried his own ward solid, and controlled two thirds of the delegates in every convention. As a lawyer, he would have been retained in every case tried at the Ararat Quarter Sessions, or the old Ark High Court of Admiralty. But he threw away all these advantages and took to agriculture. For a long time the ground was so wet he could raise nothing but sweet flag and bullrushes, and these at . last became a drug in market. What wonder that when at last 1 he did get half a peck of grapes that were not stung to death by Japhet’s honey bees, he should have made wine and drowned his sorrows in a “flowing bowl.” The fact is, agriculture would demoralize a saint. 1 was almost a saint when I went into it. I’m a demon now. I’m at war with everything. I fight myself out of bed at four o’clock, when my bet ter nature tells me to lie still till seven. I light myself into the garden to work like a brute, when reason and instinct tel! me to stay in the house and enjoy myself like a man. I fight the pigs, the chickens, the moles, the birds, the bugs, the worms —everything in which is the breath of lite. I tight the docks, the burdocks, the mul len. the thistles, the grapes, the M eeds, the roots —the whole vege table Kingdom. I light the heat, the frost, the rain, the hail —in short, I light the universe, and get whipped in every battle. 1 have no more admiration to waste on the father of George Washington fur forgiving the de struction of his cherry tree. A cherry tree i< only a curculio nur sery, and the grandfather of his country knew it. 1 have half a dozen cherry trees, and the day mi young George Washington is six years old I'll give him a hatch et and toll him to down with every ’ ’ ir- on the r’ace. SUICIDE FOR A BLUNDER. In a touching little story of Paul Heyse’s, called “The Dead Lake,” a physician is so shocked by the death, through his negligence, of a girl, his first patient, whom he only then discovers to have loved him, that he resolves Hover again to practice his profession, and finally, driven by remorse, deter mines to commit suicide. He is, accordingly, about to drown him self in the Dead Lake, when to the lonely inn, on its borders, where he is writing his farewell letter to the world and to life, comes a lady with a sick child. There is no medical aid to be had within miles, and unless our phy sician breaks his vow and post pones his fatal resolution, the child must die. To the practiced story reader, it is, perhaps, need less to mention that the child does not die, but that, instead, the physician, reconciled to life, mar ries the lovely widow, and all go off happily together in a coach and four. In Boston the other day a sad der ending befell a story, from which Heyse might have copied the idea of his own. A young doctor attached to the staff of the City Hospital was called up at a late hour on Thursday night to prescribe for one of the female nurses who was suffering from nervous depression. Once or twice before he had given her opiates for the same trouble, and, upon a hasty examination, repeated the prescription. In the morning she was dead. It was then discovered that when Dr. Foster had pre scribed for her opium, she was already under the influence of the drug, and that the double dose had undoubtedly killed her. Upon ascertaining this fact, the unfor tunate man, at once taking upon himself the responsibility of the girl’s death, retired to his room and committed suicide by sever ing the femoral artery. Before as sistance could reach him he was quite dead. It seldom happens that the most j conscientious physician, whatever j pain he may suffer from the fatal ' consequences of error that is in separable from mortal knowledge, is wrought to such an extreme of I remorse as to be driven to self dt i st ruction. Dr. Foster’s case is not, j indeed, without precedent, and flhat of comparatively recent date. I One of the most eminet ol the | many eminent practitioners who have of late years adorned the profession of medicine in Eng land, committed suicide under very similar circumstances. He hau advised a certain course of treatment for a distinguished pa tient, of exalted position, which his colleagues disavowed. Death followed, and the surgeon blew his brains out. Had Dr. Nealton failed in the well-known opera tion on the Prince Imperial, per formed at great risk and against the direct opposition of the Em peror, he might have followed the same course. But these were cases of men in whom the great est. professional eminence and a long and brilliant career might be supposed to add to the pangs of remorse the still keener morti- ■ fication of failure and, perhaps, I professional ruin. That a young | man, a mere student, only twenty i three years of age and just at the : outset oi his career, should have b en shocked to the point of sui , cide by a not unnatural mistake, i argues a degree of sensibility and j professional pride, we might say ot professional enthusiasm, which would probably have made him, I had he lived, the instrument of rare useiulness and comfort to I suffering humanity. What makes ; ! the case even more peculiar is ' that the first dose which the o-irl i; took is believed to have been like i wise taken lor the purpose of committing suicide, so that Dr ‘ fosters error, however it may > j have accelerated, was not, per i haps, the only or even the es sential cause of death. Inquiry ! may reveal a still closer resem- > blance between the incidents of i tact and romance. • I The medical profession involves ! terrible responsibilities; but it has also rare compensations, as ; the poor youth might have learn i ed had he been content to drink the bitter ot science with its j sweets. If all doctors who made fatal blunders in diagnosis or treatment w ere to kill themselves. I the ranks of the profession would [be sadly depleted. But if there were more doctors willing to kill themselves for their blunders. ; there would be a gratifying de I crease in the lists ot morta'itv.— Fori NORCROSS, GA., WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1873. SOAKING MACKEREL. The Danbury News says when a woman puts three mackerel to soak over night in a dish pan whose sides are eight inches high, and leaves the pan on a stairway, she has accomplished her mission and should go hence. This was what a Division street woman did on Friday night: Filled the pan at the pump, and then left it standing on the steps to the stoop, while she v.’ent into the next house to see how many buttons would be required to go down the front of a redingote. And a mighty im portant affair that was to be sure. And there was her husband tear ing through the house in search of a handkerchief, and not finding it, of course. And then he rushed out into the yard, wondering where on earth that woman could be, and started down the steps with out seeing the pan, or even dream ing that any one could be so idiotic as to leave it there. Os course he stepped on it; or, at least, that is the supposition, as the neighbors who were brought out by the crash that followed, saw a horrified man, and a high dishpan, and three very demoral ized mackerel shooting across the garden, and smashing down the shrubbery. And he was a nice sight, Avas that unhappy man, when they got him on his feet. There wasn’t a dry thread on him, and his hair was full of bits of mackerel, and one of his shoulders was out of joint, and his coat was split the whole length of his back, and he appeared out of his head. He was carried into the house by some of the men, and laid on a bed, while others went after a doctor, and sixteen women as sembled in the front room, and talked in whispers about the in scrutable Avays of Providence, and what a warning this was to peo ple who never looked where they were going. FAITH IN PRAYER. A little girl, in a wretched atic, whose sick mother had no bread, knelt down by the bedside and said, slowly: “Give us this day our daily bread.” Then she went into the street and began to won der where God kept his bread. She turned round the corner and saw a large well filled baker's shop. “This,” thought Nettie, “is the place;” so she entered confidently and said to the big baker, “I’.ve come for it.” “Come for what ? ” “My daily bread,” she said, pointing to the tempting loaves. “I’ll take two, if you please, one for mother and one for me.” “All right!” said the baker, putting them into a bag and giv ing them to the little customer, who started at once into the street. “Stop, you little rogue!” he said roughly; “ where's your money ? ” “ I hadn’t any,” she said simply. “Hadn’t any,” he repeated an grily; “you little thief what brought you here then ?” The hard words frightened the little girl, who bursting into tears, said : “ Mother is sick, and I am so hungry. In my prayers I said, ‘Give us this day our daily bread,’ and then I thought God meant me to fetch it, and so I came.” The rough but kind hearted ba ker was softened by the child’s simple tale, and he sent her back to her mother with a well filled basket. “Jim, de men don't make such fools ob demselves about women as de women do about men. If de\’ look at de moon dey see a man in it ; if dey hear a mouse nibbling, it's a man; and dey all look under de bed de last thing at night to find a man. Why. I neb ber looks under de bed to find a woman, does you ? ” Definitions not according to the dictionary: Deputation—A noun of multitude which signifies many, but does not signify much. Mar riage—Harness for a pair. Musi cian—A man who plays when he works, and works when he plavs. Water—A clean fluid, once used as a drink. Woman was made out of the rib taken from rhe side of a man ; not out of his head, to rule him, but out of his side, to be his equal, under his arm. to be protected : and near his heart to be beloved TEN CHILDREN OVERTAKEN BY A PRAIRIE FIRE—SIX BURNED TO DEATH. The dispatch from Omaha giv ing particulars of the prairie fire at Wilbur, on the South Platte division of the Omaha and South western Railroad, failed to convey an idea ol the terribly dangerous position in which a school house full of children was placed, ten of whom were overtaken by the flames and burned, six of them to death. The school house Was situ ated in the direct line of the fire, but the precaution had been taken to have the ground immediately surrounding it ploughed and the prairie grass for what had been deemed a safe distance from it cut nearly to the ground. The flames, as has been stated, ap proached the school house with frightful rapidity, and the chil dren looking out upon the vast field of flame and smoke became wild with fear and unmanageable. Every effort possible under the circumstances was made to keep them Avithin the building, and many did remain. Some fifteen or twenty, however, succeeded in breaking away, and in the belief that they were saving themselves from destruction by so doing, ran out through the grass toward their homes. Before reaching points of safety ten of them certainly, and it is now believed eleven, were caught by the advancing flames, in which three or four were known to be almost instantly burned to death, three more so seriously burned that they cannot recover, and the remainder so badly burn ed that they are maimed for life. A tragically affecting addition to the terrible scene of the burning children was the appearance of the mother of one of the victims making her way frantically through the unburned grass in the hope of reaching and saving her child. She was too late, how ever, and before she could realize her position her child had been burned and she was surrounded and caught by the lire and burned beyond recovery.— Balt. Amer. “ You liev heern, gentlemen of the jury,” said an eloquent advo cate —“yo.u hev heern the witness swar he saw the prisoner iai.se his gun; you hev heern him swar he saw the flash and heerd the re port; you hev heern him swar he saw the dog fall dead; you hev heern him swar he dug the bullet out with bis jacknife, and you hev seen the bullet produced in court; but whar. gentlemen, whar, I ask you, is the man that saw that bul let hit that dog?” A clergyman informed his peo ple at the close of his sermon that he intended in a few days to go on a mission to the heathen. Af ter the congregation was dismiss ed, a number of the members waited for their pastor, and crow ding around him, expressed their astonishment at the new turn in his affairs, asking him where he was going, and how long they would be deprived of his minis trations. He said to them : “My good friends, don’t be alarmed —1 am not going out of town.’’ — An lowa county squire concludes the matrimonial knot ceremony thusly: “Them that (he court hath joined together let no man bust asunder; but suffer little children to come unto them, so help you God.’’ A blessed old lady being asked if she ever had her ears pierced by the wail of distress, said she couldn't very well remember, but she believed it was done with a fork. A worthy farmer in Georgia.; who was carried home on a litter! the other day, solemnly asserts; that nothing but a twenty ton an- i chor can hold a sorrel mule down to the earth after she had stepped j into a yellow jacket’s nest. An Irishman put his head into ! a lawyer's office, and asked the I inmate: “Au’ what do you sell here?’’ “Blockheads,'’ i eplied the limb of the law. “Otch, thin, to be sure,” said Pat. “it must be i a good trade, for ye have but one [ of them left.” An Irish coronor, when asked j how lie accounted for an extraor dinary mortality in Limerick, re- i plied, sadly: "There are people [ dving this rear who never died ! VOL. I.—NO- 24. CHEAP HOMES, AND ON LONS TIME Fort sAjers GWINNETT COUNTY. The lands which were advertised lot* sale in Lawrenceville, on the first Tues day ill this month, by the subscriber, were not sold at auction, as was intended, in consequence of the money crisis now pre vailing, and the heavy rain which fell dur ing sale hours. A minimum price was fixed on each tract, however, and a few were sold at private sale. Those described below were not sold, and are now offered at the price to each annexed, to-wit: The Northeast corner of lot number 141, and a part of number 148, cont aining about 75 acres. Thia place lies one mile south of the Const-house, in Lawrenceville, on the Covington road. There is a dwelling house, stable, well of first-rate water, a yc-tti’g orchard, and about forty acres of pretty level gray laud in a good c«nditio s for a crop next year; the balance is all in the woods. Price $lO per a we. The Southeast corner of the same lot, and part of number 148, making another tract of about 75 acres. This is all in the woods, and contains a good deal of branch bottom, with a beautiful building spot, on the same road. Price $7 per acre. The Southwest corner of number 141. This is ail in the woods, lies well and is well timbered, except some ten to fifteen acres, which is a pine old fine. The soil is good and contains a large proportion of bottom land. Price $7 per acre. The Northeast, Southeast and South west quarters of lot number 140, contain ing. according to Original survey, sixty two and a half acres each. The Covington road runs; nearly on the Northeast line of .this lot. and a right of way to the lower side of the lot from the road will be re serve.!. These three tracts are all in the woods, well watered, and on each could be opened a nice little farm. Price of each $7 per acre. As many of the above tracts will be sold together as may be desired, or any person applying can have either alone. A tract of 22U acres, adjoining AV in. J. Born, Dr. Mitchell and Colonel N. L. Hut chins’ lands, lying inside of the town cor poration, and good red land, well watered, all ready for the plough. Price sls per aere The Gordc n place,with 5'J acres of wood land, in the Southeast corner of number 130. On this place there is a good dwelling house, with seven rooms, and a poor crib and stable, one and a fourth miles from the Court-house, on the Jefferson road. There is a first-rate spring, well improved and surrounded by the native forest trees, near the house, and about 75 acres of first rate red land, now all lying out. The houses and fences are in bad condition, but can be made good with but reasonable cost. The two tracts contain 175 acres. Price sl,2tX>. Any competent judge would, on seeing this property, pronounce it very cheap. The Hoiliusworth place, on the same road, two mi es from flic Court-house. This place contains 250 acres, number 207. and has always been considered one of the best farms in the neighborhood, im provements fair, about one-half cleared, and the other in the woods. If desired, this lot will be divided into two equal parts, by running a line across the road, so as to throw one-half on the side next to K. T. Terrell, and the other next to J. M. Ambros’ farm, and the purchaser can have choice of sides at the price asked, which is sl‘J per acre. Also, about 75 acres in the Northeast corner of lot number 130, on the same road, and adjoining the lands of J. M. Ambrose and others. Os this tract al»out 25 acres is old field, and the balance all wood lands. There is an old house place on the road, two and three-fourth miles from town, and several fruit and shade trees around it—a beautiful place for a residence. Price six dollars per acre. All these lands lie in the fifth district of said county, and within eight or nine miles of the Air-Line Railroad, and to enable persons of small means to secure homes for themselves and families,are offered on the following easy terms, to-wit; One fourth cash, one at two years, one at three and the other at four years, with interest at ten per cent. William E. Simmons, Samuel J. Winn, or Dr. T. K. Mitchell, would show the property to strangers wishing to see it. For further partic liars, address JAMES P. SIMMONS. Norcrc»-' Gr-orgin. rev 12! f PROSPECTUS. 0 T II E NORCROSS ADVANCE —AND— CHRISTIAN UNION, PUBLISHED EVERY AVEDNDSDAYI At Norcross, Georgia, BY SIMMONS, VINCENT & CO. o TER M St One copy one year $ 2 oo One copy six mopths 1 00 One copy three months 50 To clubs of five one year 8 50 To clubs of ten one year 15 00 To ministers of the gospel, professional teachers in schools and in academies, pro fessors and presidents of colleges and uni versities, and all presiding oflicers of agri cultural clu’s and farmer’s grangers, we will send it for one dollar a year. — 0 _ THE ADVANCE Is designed to promote all the great interests of our readers especially, and of our country and race generally. To do that we promise to give thorn each week the most important news, both Foreign and Domestic ; the Market Re ports and Atlanta Prices Current ; the Legal Sales of Gwinnett and a few other counties,etc., and such Literary,Scientifi ?, Educational, Political, Agricultural and Religious reading matter as we may from time to time think most interesting and profitable. In Polities the ADVANCE will be independent; but it will not be partisan, nor do injustice to any party, 01 indi vidual, knowingly. And, as we hon estly believe, that, the first and chief care of all Christians should be to defend our holy religion against the uiles of Satan— his hosts and tneir arms, we will discharge this sacred duty, as best we can, under the guidance of is able to direct and keep us in the way of truth. We will also studiously avoid giving cause of offense to any professed Christian on account of difference of opinion, and will not, through this medium, attempt to build up any one branch of the Clrtirch more than others, nor to injure any one ot them. OUR RELIGIOUS PLATFORM. AVe believe that there is a per sonal God—who created and over rules all things—that Jesus Christ is His Son and our Savior, and that the Holy Ghost is His messenger and our instructor. That the Bible was written by inspiration of God—is true—and the only safe foundation for Christian faith and practice. That the soul is immortal—that there will be a resurrection of the dead and fina l judgment, and that the punishment of the unre deemed will be eternal. And will insist, that all who agree in these fundamental propo sitions,and seek salvation through Christ, constitute his Church, and should all unite and co-operate with Him, and each other, in the sacred work of redemption, as an affectionate family of brothers and sisters, James P. Simmons, I. U. Vincent, ,I<>hn ili.x rs.