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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1868. by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia. VOL. 11. Written for Burke’s Weekly. NETTIE’S PIC-NIC. father and mother live in Savannah, but we are spend ‘Aing the summer at the Indian Springs. It is a most delightful place, and I wish all the little readers of the Weekly could be here, especially some of the little pale-faced ones who are shut up in the large cities, and are pi ning for the fresh air and the bright sun shine of the country. When father told my little sister Net tie that we were going to the Indian Springs, she w r as a little afraid, for she thought we were going among the In dians. But she was soon re-assured when we told her that there were no Indians there now, though there were plenty of people living who recollected well when the Indians were living at and all around the Springs. Nettie wanted father to tell her all about why they were called the Indian Springs, and as the little readers of the Weekly may want to know, I will write down what he told her. These Springs were a great resort of the Indians, who flocked to them in great numbers to drink of their waters, which were even then celebrated for their medicinal virtues. They were owned by the celebrated Indian chief, Gen. William Mclntosh, and the house built by him is still standing at the Springs, and forms part of the hotel owned by Mr. Varner. More than forty years ago, the country including the Springs was ceded or sold to the white people by the Indians, and Gen. Mcln tosh moved across the Chattahoochee river into Coweta county, where he was killed, in 1825, by the Indians of his own nation, for having aided in forming the treaty by which their lands were sold to the white people. But lam forgetting my story. After we had been at the Springs a few days, Nettie came to mother one morning and told her that Mrs. M and some other ladies who had little girls there, were going to get up a pie-nic the next MACON, GEORGIA, AUGUST 22, 1868. week, and that she had been invited to join the party. As the little girls were real nice and well-behaved children, mother very readily consented, and preparations were at once made for the occasion. Father wrote a letter to one of his friends in Macon, begging him to purchase and send up without delay some cakes, candies, nuts, etc., so that Nettie would be able to furnish her pro portion of good things. They came in \t \Vv liiji i - MU j .ii T&Jm III* A due time, and Nettie was made supreme ly happy by being allowed to inspect them. At length the day of the pic-nic ar rived. It was a beautiful sunshiny day, and the children were all in ecstacies. The pic-nic was to be held in a grove not far from the hotel, so that there was but little to do, except to have the bas kets and boxes of provisions carried out by the servants. The day was very pleasantly spent by the little ones, in their various amusements, and almost without any incident worth mentioning. I say almost, because there was one little incident of the morning, and a very pleasant one, in which my little sister Nettie played a part. There were quite a number of little children living in the country around the Springs, and these were coming in every day with oerries to sell. The morning of the pic-nic> while we were all, old and young, en joying ourselves in the pleasant shade of the forest trees, two little children, a brother and sister, came by on their way home. They were neatly but plain- ly dressed, and the little girl had an empty basket in her hand, in which she had carried some blackberries up to the hotel. As they passed our merry party they stopped by the side of a large tree to look on at the sport. While standing there, Nettie happened to spy them, and in the kindness of her heart she ran up and invited them to join the pic-nic party. But the little girl thanked her and said that they were obliged to hurry home, because their mother had told them to come back at once. Nettie is too obedient herself to desire that any little child should disobey her mother, so she did not insist, but ran to her bas- ket and took out a large pound cake, which she begged her to carry home with her. The little girl seemed to hes [ itate at first, but Nettie begged so hard | that she finally took the cake and put it in her basket, and then, after thank ing Nettie, she and her little brother set off' for home, arm in arm. This was a little incident, but it showed so plainly my dear sister’s kindness of heart that I thought it would interest the little readers of the Weekly. To show you that the little girl appre ciated Nettie's kindness, I will tell you that a few days after the pic-nic, she came and brought my little sister a bas ket of fine large blackberries, and invi ted her to pay a visit to her country home. Nettie has not yet done so, but if she does I may tell you children something about it. Nettie’s Sister. Written for Burke’s Weekly. THE FOLLY OF PEIDE. can people be proud ? Charley are you proud be cause your father is rich ? His money isn’t your money. But if it were you have never done any thing to deserve it, and though there are ten thousand ways to lose it, you don't know one single way to keep it. Ma mie, are you proud because you are pretty? You might fall doiyn any day while walking in the 3'ard, and spoil your beauty forever. And, besides, what good does your pretty face do in the world ? It gives no bread to the hungry, no water to the thirsty, nor does it save your father and mother from any distress. We cannot even be proud of our good deeds, for the very fact that we are ca pable of performing them shows that it is our duty to perform them, and that we are living in the world for that very purpose. We may be satisfied , but not proud, for having done what we ought to do. In fact, we have no right to be proud at all. Maga. NO. 8.