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T. A. BURKE, Editor.
MACON , GA.y JUNE 4, 1870.
Two Beautiful Premium Pictures.
publishers of Burkes
Weekly, as an inducement for
the boys and girls of the South
fto procure new subscribers for
Volume Fourth of our paper,
which begins in July, have
procured as premiums two of the most
elegant Steel Engravings we have ever
seen, viz : General Lee at the Grave
of Stonewall Jackson, and They Strew
the Sacked Spot with Flowers. These
are elegant pictures, done in the highest
style of the art, and they are wonderful
ly cheap at the price asked for them,
($1 50 each,) but we propose to give
either of the two to any one who will
send us two subscribers—one of them a
new one—and $4; or, for three sub
scribers —one of them new’ —and $6, we
will send both pictures.
Here is an opportunity to procure one
or two magnificent engravings at the
cost of a few hours work. See the de
scription elsewhere, and go to work.
Put Yourself in his Place.
tHARLES READE’S great sto
ry, “ Put Yourself in His
Place,” will be published by
Sheldon & Company in book
form during the month of
May. They will issue it in
three different editions. The octavo ed
ition, which will be in the largest type
of any American edition of this book,
and also have fifteen full page illustra
tions, printed on toned paper, will be
bound in fancy cloth, and make an at
tractive book, at the moderate price of
$1 50. The same edition will appear
in pamphlet form at $1 00. Sheldon
& Company will also issue a small 12mo
edition of this story, to match the
“Household Edition ” ofßeade’s nov
els published by Fields, Osgood & Cos.
Every one who ever reads a novel will
want a copy of this book.
The Galaxy.
HE June number is on our table
■'wy* in good time. Charles Reade’s
new novel grows more intense
interesting with each suc
ceeding chapter, and the other
papers in this number are quite
up to the high standard of excellence
long since established by this magazine.
Terms, $4 a year. Sheldon & Cos., pub
lishers, New York.
BURKE’S WEEKLY FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
Hunt for a Lost Child.
t TOUCHING story is told by
the Trinity (Texas) Advocate,
of a lost child—a little boy on
fly two years of age, son of Mr.
John H. Barrett, living on
Luke Creek, in that county, —
who strayed from his father’s house and
became lost in the woods. As soon as
missed, the family and servants turned
out and made diligent search in the vi
cinity for the little wanderer, but with
out success.
Night w T as approaching, and the grief
of the parents for their lost darling may
easily be imagined. The alarm was
given to the neighbors, and in a short
time some forty or fifty w T ere assembled
to assist in the search. They formed
themselves in companies of twos and
threes, and in this manner beat the
woods in every quarter.
During the whole night the search
was continued ; every thicket, hill and
hollow, for miles around, was visited
and examined, and when the sun rose
next morning the lost babe w r as not yet
found.
But the search was still kept up ; no
flagging of zeal or loss of interest and
sympathy in the breasts of the kind
neighbors. The little one must be
found ;he was found. It w r as about 8
o’clock that morning when a gentleman
discovered the child sitting between the
forks of a fallen tree, scarcely half a
mile from home, sound asleep ! Wish
ing to give notice of his success in find
ing the child, the gentleman raised the
horn which he carried at his side, and
gave a long, loud blast, which rang far
and wide through the woods. At the
noise, the little sleeper slowly raised his
head, and looking up at the huntsman,
lisped :
“I he’rd a old turkey dobble down
yon’er dis mornin’.”
He showed no signs of fright, and
made no complaint at the inconveniences
of the night’s sojourn in the forest,
without food or shelter.
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To Mary of our Present Subscribers,
subscription to Burke’s
l Weekly will expire with No.
r r 156 —June 25, 1870. As an
(~G\ inducement to you to renew
promptly we propose to send
T you cither of the beautiful en
gravings advertised in this week’s pa
per, if you will send us 50 cents over
and above your subscription ; or if you
will get anew subscriber and send the
name with your renewal, and the regu
lar subscription price of the two papers
—s4 —we will send you either of the
engravings, free of cost; or if you will
get two new subscribers, and send us
$6 for the three, we will send you both
of the engravings, and a copy of the
. “Little Soldier ,” for one year, to any
address you may send us. Flease re
new at once —don’t put it off until your
name has been erased from our list.
Mr. Webster and the Candle.
fIIfANIEL WEBSTBB used to
tell with great zest how his
eagerness to remember poe
try actually came near burning up
his father’s house. Books were very
scarce in his boyhood, and even an al
manac was a great treasure. The sto
ry is a good one, and may warn all our
young readers to be careful with lights
at night:
The close of the year had brought
along the next year’s almanac. This
was an acquisition. A page was devo
ted to each month, and at the top of the
page were four lines of poetry 5 some
moral, some sentimental, some ludi
crous. The almanac came in the morn
ing, and before night my brother and
myself were masters of its contents, at
least of its poetry and its anecdotes.
A\ f e went to bed upon it; but awak
long before the morning light, we had
a difference of recollection about one
word in the third line of April’s poetry.
AVe could not settle it by argument, and
there was no umpire. But the fact
could be settled by inspection of the
book.
I arose, groped my way to the kitch
en, lighted a candle, proceeded to a dis
tant room in search of the almanac,
found it, and brought it away. The
disputed passage was examined. I be
lieve I was found to be in the wreng,
and blew out my candle and went to
bed.
But the consequence of my error had
well nigh been serious. It was about
two o’clock in the morning, and just as
I was going again to sleep, I thought I
saw signs of light in the room Iliad vis
ited.
I sprang out of bed, ran to the door,
opened the room, and it was all on fire.
I had let fall a spark, or touched the
light to something which had communi
cated fire to a parcel of cotton clothes,
they had communicated it to the fur
niture and then to the sides of the room,
and the flames had already begun to
show themselves through the ceiling, in
the chamber above.
A pretty earnest cry soon brought the
household together. By great good
luck we escaped. Two or three min
utes more and we should all have been in
danger of burning together. As it was,
I think the house was saved by father’s
presence of mind. While others went
for water, he seized every thing move
able which was on fire, and wrapped it
up in woollen blankets.
—
Bishop Bevridge has truly and stri
kingly said :
“ AVho knows but the salvation of ten
thousand immortal souls may depend
on the education of a child?”
Two Elegant Engravings.
General Lee at the Grave of
Stonewall Jackson.
This picture is a gem both in design and
execution. It represents the old hero, who
occupies so large a place in every Southern
heart, General Lee, at the grave of his la
mented friend, the great and good “ Stone
wall” Jackson. The noblo form of General
Lee, clad in the undress uniform of a Con
federate officer, is the central and prominent
feature of the picturo—his right hand resting
on the tombstone of the departed Jackson,
which is wreathed with flowers, while in the
back ground are seen “ the everlasting hills”
near which the departed hero sleeps. The
face of General Lee is from a recent photo
graph, and is one of the best likenesses we
have seen. Altogether the picturo is one
that should find a place in every Southern
household. Price, $l5O.
“ They Strew the Sacred
Spot with Flowers.”
This i3 a companion picturo to “ Gen. Lee
at Stonewall Jackson’s Grave,”—of the same
size and executed by the samo artist. It rep
resents tho widow and two orphan children
of a brave Confederate officer decorating his
grave with flowers. Tho mother is in the act
of placing a wreath on tho tombstone of her
dead husband, while tho eldest child—a boy
—is looking up into his mother’s face, and
hearing from her lips the story of his father’s
death; while the little sister, too young to
appreciate her loss, is gaily stooping for tho
wild flowers that grow beneath her feet. To
the left of the picture sits an old colored wo
man, evidently an old family servant, hold
ing a basket of flowers ready for her mis
tress’ use. In the background,other groups
arc seen, performing the samo sad offices over
the graves of the loved ones; and still far
ther back are seen wliito cottages and tho
spire of tho village church, rising from the
surrounding foliage. It is really a gem of a
picture, and only needs to be soen to become
popular. Price, -SI 50.
Either of these pictures will bo sent post
age paid on receipt of tho price. For $2 50
both engravings will be sent. To any person
sending two subscribers—one of them anew
onc-for BURKE’S WEEKLY, and $4, wo
will «cnd either of the above pictures; or for
three subscribers—ono of them new—and SO,
wo will send both pictures.
They will bo securely enveloped and sent
freo of postage. Address
J. W. BURKE & CO.,
Macon, Ga.