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THE MAST-EATER. M
A tiger >3 a tigeF, but when lie be- j
cornea a habitual man-eater* lie sinka
even lower in the scale of civilization,
lie is like a drunkard who, having j
tasted gin, is always after the bottle.
It is an Indian saying, that when thi3
MMiiii ilMi UttbUlk
he will follow no other game but men.
He becomes desperately cunning, as
though he were aware of having de
clared war against the wisest of ene
mies. It is of no further use oieket
ing bullocks for his accommodation,
for he will carry off the man who is
watching them, and leave the herd
untouched. It therefore of course,
did the Old Shekarry’s heart good to
hear of a gentleman of this kind being
in h!s neighborhood, who had already
eaten well nigh a hundred persons, and
especially nolessthan sixteen postman
—a class of which ho seems to be par
ticularly forid. The villagers in his
vicinity were panic-stricken, inquiring
haughtily, indeed “Who is the tiger
of defiled fathers, that he should thus
cast dirt on our beards ?” but doing
nothing towards his extermination.—
Our hunter hears that a poor woman
has been carried off one morning from
a well where she was drawing water,
and starts immediately in pursuit of
the despoiler. “ I noticed that the
trail of his retreat did not lead in the
same direction as that from whence he
came, and he seemed to have made
the circuit of the village two or three
times before he fell in with his victim.
I followed the marks of his pugs
.through some rather open custard
apple jungle, to the dry sandy bed of j
a nullah, or water-course, where the ]
trail was very plain ; and although !
there were no marks of blood to be
seen, yet I knew that he had still car
ried his victim, as the pugs of his
forefeet were more deeply imprinted
in the sand than those of the bind,
from the extra Wait he carried in his
mouth, whereas I have observed that
-• the marks of the hind feet are genr
ally the plainest. A little further on,
I perceived a large patch of dry
blood, round which the flies were buz
zing, and from the marks in the sand,
knew that the brute had laid down the
body of his victim for a moment, in
order, perhaps, to get a better gripe.”
Presently, “ we distinctly heard gra
ting sounds, like the gnawing of bones,
accompanied by low snarls and growls.
I noticed Chineah’s eyes sparkling
with excitement, as he lay listening to
the ominous noises; and the convul
sive grabs he made at the few bristles
whicnadorned the point of his chin
told me what was passing in his
mind.
Not a word was spoken, though I
saw.the eyes of the gang were foliow
ing my mpfcemeytsi* TWs was not,
however,,;the' tlgeiw.-bimself, but a-ccii
ple of jackals munching and tearing
the flesh from some victims he Lad
not quite devoured, and whom he had
left in his den. This was evidently
the hecatomb of the man-eater, for I
counted, from skulls and remains of
half-eaten bodies, about twenty-three
victims of both sexes, as we could see,
from the hair, clothes, broken bangles
(armlets,) and gold and silver orna
ments belonging to native women, —
We picked up two massive silver
bracelets belonging to his last victim,
whoso fresh remains exhibited marks
of tattooing, which were recognized
by one of the villagers who wa3 with
us. We also found two gold “ teekes,”
or neck ornaments, which mark the
married woman, and a knife, which
the dhoby assures us he knew as hav
ing belonged to a post-runner who had
been killed about a month before.”
As the tiger was not at home, and
could not be got at by the usual
means, the hunter actually disguises
himself as one of h’t3 favorite post
men. To the end of the bamboo on
which the dauk runners sling the mail
bags on their shoulders, an iron ring
with pieces of metal is attached, “ma
king a jingling noise as the man runs,
which gives warning of the coming of
the post to any crowd that might be
obstructing the path, allowing them
time to get out of his way. Having
broken oil' the ring, I fastened it to
my belt, so as to allow ic to jingle as I
walked; and, arming myself with a
short double rifle by Westley Ridl)
ards, a brace of pistols, and a huge
shekar knife, I made Kestimah lead
the way down the road towards the
place where the man-eater was said to
lurk.”
The Hunter thus voluntarily be
coining “live bait,” goes upon this
quite unparalleled expedition alone.—
The sun had almost set as I proceeded
slowly down the road, and although I
was perfectly cool, and as steady as
possible, I felt cold drops of perspira
tion startfrom my forehead as I ap
proached the spot where so many vic
tims hal been sacrificed. I passed
the reck, keeping well on the look
out, listening carefully for the slight
est sound, and I remember feeling
considerably annoyed by the chirping
made by a couple of little bulbuls (In
dian nightingales) that were fighting
in a bush close to the roadside. Par
tridges were calling loudly to each
other ail around, and as I passed the
water-course, I saw a jackal skulking
along its bod. I stopped, shook my
jingling affair, and listened several
times as I went along, but to no pur
pose. Whilst ascending the opposite
side of the ravine,, I heard a slight
noise like the crackling of a dry leaf:
J paused, and turning to the left,
fronted thespotfrom whence I thought
the proceeded. I distinctly saw
a movement or waving in the high
grass, as if something was making its
way towards the : then I heard a loud
‘"purring sound, am( maw something
twitching backwards and forwards be
hind a clump of low buslf-arid lorig'
grass, about eight or ten paces from
me, and a little in the rear. It was a
ticklish moment, but I felt prepared*
► back.. » coupiaof paces, in
order to get a better view, which ac
tion probably Saved my life, for imme
diately the -brut© spraug in the muldlp
of the road, ‘alighting about six feet
from the place where I was standing.
I'fired a hurried shot,’ere he could
gather himself up for another spring,
and when the smoked cleared away I
saw him rolling over and over in the
dusty road, writhing in his death
agony, for my shot had entered the
neck, and gone downwards into his
chest. I stepped one side, and gave
him my second barrel behind the ear,
when dark blood rushed from his nos
trils, a slight tremor passed over all
his limbs, arid all was still. The man
eater was dead, and his victims
avenged.” This creature, one is glad
to learn, was covered with mange, and
j had but little hair left on his skin,
! which was of reddish brown, and r.ot
I worth taking.’ On the 3pot where he
was killed a largo mausoleum now
i stands, caused by the passers by each
1 throwing a stone there ; and the name
: of the Hunter is held dear in all that
neighborhood as the friend of hu
mauity.
Witchcraft in Denmark.
Long Margaret was a gipsy fortune
teller, and began in 17t>9 or '7O to
■wander about tiie woods and heaths
near Yosborg. She had not been long
in the neighborhood when it was filled
with consternation by the discovery
of many murders in succession. One
after another seYen young girls were
found dead on the roadside, their
throats cut, their hearts torn out, but
their bodies unrifled of the gold and
silver ornaments;usually worn by the
peasantry. No one ever suspected
Long Margaret of these deeds, for
though looked upon as a witch, she
was supposed to be otherwise quite
harmless; but at last a pedlar girl
suddenly found herself seized and
thrown flown, and a knife in the old
gipsy's hand was at her throat. The
girl screamed and struggled. “ Don’t
struggle so, little girl,” cried the old
crifne; “one little prick, and all is
orer!” The poor girl was growing
Sii nt, when her screams brought her
timely aid of two men, who were
driving their cattle along the valley.
Long Margaret escaped, but was taken
'afterwards. “Oh!” she exclaimed
j to her captors, “ had I but devoured
' my ninth heart, I should have been
far a way beyond your reach s” At
her trial she .caol'y told her fudges,
that she had meant no fjarnrf but.,
rhat, finding herself growing old and’
infirm, she wanted to transform her
self into a night raven and fly ; to do
which it was necessary that she should
eat “ nine raw, bleeding hearts,” ta
ken hot from as many maiden’s bo
soms—symbolical of the nine hearts
of Denmark, representing the nine
svssels or counties of Jutland. Witch
es have never been burned in Den
mark since the end of the seventeenth
century ; so Long Margaret was only
beheaded, and the authorities neglect
ed the precaution of burying her with
a stake through her body. The con
sequence is, that to this day she some
times walks in the long passages of
the wing of the chateau where she was
imprisoned at Yosborg.— Jutland and
the Danith Isles.
Death-Dealing Jewelry.
Every fair hand, now-a-days, is
loaded with rings—the wedding-ring
is an emblem of the sweetest signifi
cance, but the Venetian ladies and
gentlemen used to wear rings of a
different nature. A few days ago, a
gentleman in Paris was examining an
ancient ring for sale at a cunosity
shop, when he accidentally scratched
his hand with it. In a few moments
an indescribable torpor began to par
alize his faculties, and he became so
ill that the shopman hastened for a
physician. The doctor immediately
declared that the gentleman had been
poisoned by some powerful mineral,
applied strong antidotes, and was for
tunate enough to relieve the symp
toms which had created so much alarm.
The ring was then examined by the
physician, who had spent some time
in Venice; he found that this old
jewel was what is there called a
“ death-ring,” a class of ornaments
in frequent use in Italy during the
seventh century, when that habit of
poisoning was all but universal. At
tached to the part of the ring worn
inside the finger, are two minute lion’s
claws, of the sharpest steel, with
clefts in them filled with a violent poi
son. In a crowded assembly, the
wearer of this fatal ring, wishing to
exercise revenge on any one present,
took the victim's hand, and with gen
tle pressure, a slight scratch be inflict
ed on the skin, and he would be dead
before the next morning. Notwith
standing the length of time which
must have elapsed since the poison was
secreted in this ring, it was still pow
erful enough to cause great danger to
the man who so unwarily touched it.
We don’t think this warning will
have the effect of discouraging any
“ hand-squeezing” on the part of the
younger portion of the community,
rings or no rings!
Model wives formerly took a stitch
“in time,” but now, with the aid of a
sewing machine, they take one in no
time.
THE GEORGIA WEEKLY.
PATRIOTISM.
Patriotism is the love of one’s coun
try, which every one is now displaying
in fighting for it ; and those that are
now preparing to protect it are patri
otic. Now is the time for every man
to exhibit his patriotism iu fighting fpr
his country, for it is now in great c(m»
fusion, ani," 1 think, ther* will a.
great battle whore men must <ihoW
thoir patriotism in fighting to save it,
or our country will be lost and we will
be compelled to submit to Lincoln’s
will. I would rather fight, myself,
than do it. Oh ! how would you men
feel, who can protect your country
but are fearful lest you should get
killed, if it was lost. Even if you
were killed in battle we will mourn
much more for you, thinking that you
died in attempting to save your coun
try, bat if you stay at home, thinking
of nothing but how to make money,
wo despise you. If you are making
it for the benefit of those who are go
ing to war,, and also if.you are rather
old, why then we do not object toy9uj[
staying at home. But a man, young
and healthy, and able to fight, should
go to war and show his patriotism and
I do not think any one should object,
for they are fighting to free us
from Lincoln’s command. Therefore,
we should encourage them to go to
war, for if they do not, who will ?
Only the women, and consequently
our country would be lost, and for.the
simple reason that the men were itoo
cowardly to fight for it. What would
become of us? We would, of course,
be in the Union again and under Lin
coln’s will, and treated as slaves.
Now, my friends, had you not rather
die in fighting for your country,
become one of Lincoln’s slaves ? My
advice, now, to you, brave men, Ts to
fight for your country and display
your patriotism, and if you are killed,
(which I hope will not be the case,)
youhave the assurance that you
die in fighting fory our country ; and
my advice to you, oßLfeien, is to stay
at home and attend’to the affairs of
those who arc at war. * Celeste.
Granville Masonic Ftmale College.
The Sonthern Teacher.
LaFayette. Ala., March 6th,
Mr. Editor : I am sure that you as
a Southern Journalist, are always
.ready to admit into your columns any
remarks that may tend to advance the
Cause of Southern Litbratur#.’*' T es
:%£em the Southern Teacher, published
at Montgomery, the Capitol of our
own State, and edited by Prof. W. S.
Barton, as among the first periodicals
of the day. Every impattial reader
of it will certainly 3gree with me in
this opinion. It is not, as its title
would, perhaps suggest, devoted ex
clusively to any system of school edu
cation ; yet it is emphatically a teach
er, and a Southern Teacher. Each
number is divided into several depart
ments; the first of which is devoted
to scientific and historical treatises,
and these, too, the productions of the
best minds of the South. In the
Teacher’s department may always be
found something to aid , as well as to
encourage and enliven, the faithful
instructor as he toils through hia daily
round. The Home department is alsb
filled with matter of great import to
both parents arid children, containing
often the most pleasing, yet innocent
narratives. There is never found here
anything that is in the least calculated
to vitiate the taste of the young; but,
on the contrary, it is all admirably
adapted to arousing and giving vigor
to the nobler faculties of the soul.
The Editorial department also con
tains many of the brightest gems of
wit, as well as the more solid and
chaste productions of a cultivated
mind. In conclusion, allow me to re
mark, that every one, whether parent
or child, or teacher or pupil, should
lay aside Harper, Peterson, Godey
and others, and take the Teadter,
from the reading of which he will net
only derive pleasure, but profit, solid
profit, and at the same time cease to aid
his enemy, and give aid to his friend.
The Teacher is published monthly.
Terms, $2, invariably in advance.—
Address Prof. W. S. Bartqn, Mont
gomery, Ala. A. Subscriber.
A Good Paper to Edit.— -If any
body wants to edit the Vicksburg Sen
tinel, he will he edified by the follow
ing brief history of some of the men
who have figured in that position : Dr.
James Ilagan took hold in 1837, had
a number of street fights, fought a
duel with his brother editor of the
Whig, and was killed in a street fight
by D. W. Adams. His assistant, I.
C. Partride, died of the yellow fever
in 183£>. Dr. J. S. Fail, another as
sistant, had a number of street fights,
in one of which he was badly wounded.
James Ryan, next editor, was killed
by R. E. Hammett, of the Whig.
Next came Walter Hickey, who had
several rows, and was often wounded;
hekdied Dr. Maclin, and was soon after
himself killed in Texas. John Lavins,
another editor, was imprisoned for the
violence of his articles. Mr. Jenkins,
his successor, was killed in the street
by Mr. H. A. Crabbe, and Crabbe was
murdered in Sonora. F. ,C. Jones
succeeded Jenkins, but soon afterward'
drowned himself.
! Cljf Georgia |3ttkhj.
WEDNESDAY, MAY 15.
OUR ENEMIES.
W® grieve over human depravity,
•to read the tidings brought to U 9
rjnrom North, by its mercenary organs.
Whefi we reflect upon the pretended
friendship for the South, so rantingly
Zmd incessantly displayed in Northern
cities and States, a few months ago,
and contrast it with the present mad
ness and bestial clamor for exter
minating war upon the South, we are
forced to thank Heaven that a war
really exists, if only because it opens
the eyes of our people to the fiendish
turpitude of all Freesoildom.
We can compare this Northern rage
only to the brutal ferocity of a hun
gry Hyena, deprived of its wonted
prey.
Having realized the fact that all its
fawning, boot-licking and hypocrisy
.have forever disgusted the South, so
long its good-natuted, easy-souled care
less victim, the rampant North fumes
roars and howls With devil’s rage ea
ger to devour, devastate and annihilate
the people of the South.
If we are to judge from the threats
and actions of the Black Republican
leaders, we are to battle with a mass
of savages, a horde of barbarians a
wilderness of wolves! In that mod
ern Sodom, gold adoring New York,
we behold a regiment of human devils
marching along Broadway amid the
plaudits of admiring and shouting
thousands. But it is not the patriot
ism, the courage, nor the nobility of
those ruffians that draws that mighty
applause—it is because each savage
bears.upon his bayonet's point a hang
man's knot-—and every knot for a
“rebel’s” neck. This ferocious pa
rade, Worthy only of a drunken and
besotted populace, fit only for the peo
ple of New York, meet alone for in
carnate demons beyond the pale of
Christianity itself, draws clamorous
praise from the men, women and chil
dren of New York. In the same city
we behold a recognized gambler, a
known pot-house. bully, a convicted
emigrant thief, one William Wilson
kneeling with the disgraced ensign of
the disrupted Republic in one hand, a
naked sword ip the other swearing in
his ruffians with horrible blasphemy—--
and every savage of them swears to
march from New York to New Or
leans, to burn, plunder, ravish, devas
tate, “ swim in blood” over the whole
of the “rebellious South.”
Again, wc, we of the 19th century
behold another regiment from that un
holy State of New York advancing
towards the Federal City with the
worse than Vandal motto, the Cossack
or Kalmuck bestiality, “ Beauty and
Booty" inscribed upon its banners as
its war cry!
Does it not sicken the heart, disgust
the mind, and appall the soul to know
that of such are those of whom we
hare so recently boasted as our coun
tryman ? Does it “ not stir a fever
in the blood of age, and make the in
fants' sinew strong as steel,” wherever
shines a Southern sun, to know that
with such an invasion our homes are
menaced ? *
Men of the South, you are to battle
with ruffians, wolves, dogs ! Give them
all, every one “short shrift and sudden
cord” wherever your righteous hands
lay hold of them. They are coming
swearing to exterminate. Crush them
as they deserve, and as the sons of
sires like yonrs can crush them.
Sweep them from the earth they pol
lute. Render a signal service to hu
manity and annihilate them.
They swear to partition your soil
among them. Do that deed for them
—but give not to one of them, though
he were the noblest ruffian of them all,
one inch more of your soil than seven
feet by two, dug four feet deep with
their captured bayonets I
These villians that you are to fight
have no sense of military honor, or
of any kind of honor. Their code of
honor is a mere bestial instinct that
leads a beast to rend and tear whatev
er may satiate its brutal appetite when
its victim lies helpless and bleeding.
Such are the vaunted warriors of
New York ! Although mustered into
the serviee of a soldier they carry with
them their badge of ruffianism —the
slung shot! Every fellow of “Billy
Wilson's” Zouaves is scooped from
the gutter scum of New York, and
each man carries with him a slung
shot! They dsem a war on the South
no more than a brothel riot, or a gam
bling hell fracas in rowdy-spawning
York.
Death.byt, steel or lead is too noble
for such scurvy dogs, yet tlieir death,
in any shape or by any means will be
a gnin to Christendom.
Their courage, if any remains when
in battle, will be the courago of a‘
mass—where every man looks to his
fellow for support. Oh our side we
have the courage of the Southerner,
individual courage, when each man
Seels himself a host in himself, singles
out his man and never leaves him sliv
ing or triumphant. In battle the
Southerner looks not into the faces of
his friends for courage—as long as
the enemy is before him, individually,
he knows his duty, and knows his
friends know theirs.
Again we predict, that from this
war the North will retreat terribly
beaten and eternally humiliated.
THE PIC-NIC.
On Tuesday, the 7th inst., a Picnic
was held at the camp of the Echols
Guards, near Warm Springs, which
many of the ladies and citizens of
Greenville and its environs attended.
We arrived at the camp after eleven
in the morning and found the Echols
Guards just breaking ranks after
their usual morning drill.
We found every man of the Guards
eager and ready to he led to battle.
This Company is one of the finest
we ever saw, being composed of pow
erful and active men, unusually intelli
gent and all fighting men, from the
crown of the head to the sole of the
foot.
We cannot speak too highly in
praise of the rapidity, with which the
Guards have attained excellence in
the manual and company movements.
After twelve the Guards fell in,
and marched under the “arbor,”
where tables were groaning beneath
the savory viands contributed by the
ladies of Greenville and the county.
By desire of the ununiformed citi
zens, Mr. Wm. 11. Peck addressed
the Guards in a brief speech, making
them welcome to the banquet, and
commending their patriotism.
Mr. Henry R. Harris also ad
dressed the Guards in his usual elo
quent and apropos style. By re
quest he theft read an ode, composed
by Mrs. Eliza A. Harris and dedi
cated to the “ Echols Guards.” The
lines.are too beautiful to be lost, aiid
we take the liberty to publish them:
Brave eons of our Country I wc speed you to
battle,
Though fondly we love you, we still bid you
go.
The daughters of heroes! no weakness shall
keep us
From urging you on, to the camp of the foe.
\Ye weep* o'er our Country in sorrow and
anguish,
We mourn for the homes once so peaceful
and bright,
Our heartstrings are wrong, but we give up our
lov'd one3,
To gird on their armor and go forth to the
fight.
The pule which blows back from the land of
the foemen.
May bear to our oars the stern cannon’s loud
noise }
But still it will tell us, that first on the ram
parts,
Were Georgia's brave soldiers— crur own
gallant boys /
Good Angels go with you, wherever you
wander,
The angels of home,- and the angels of love j
The tears of a sister, the prayers of a mother,
Will call an invisible guard from above.
0, God of the battle! sustain our defenders,
Protect them from danger, protect them from
harm;
And when face to face with the foes of their
country,
Give fire to (be heart, and give strength to the
arm.
Three cheer's then for Georgia, three cheers for
our Country,
The land of the free, which no danger retards;
And atill let the welkin rUg cheers for the
County
Which sends forth her flowers —the brave
“Echols Guards.”
• This ode was printed upon the
white bar of a miniature flag of our
Confederacy, of which flags there
were three upon the table.
Lieutenant E. C. Mobley, of the
Guards, responded in a nervous and
patriotic speech, devoting his life and
fortune and those of his warrior-com
rades to the glory and defence of his
country. The banquet then received
its hearty dues from the Guards, af
ter which the ladies and citizens gen
erally, paid their “ devours" to the
feast. It is worthy to mention that
although numerous bachelors and
widowers were ealled upon for a speech
for the ladies, hot one very brief res
ponse to the call was gained. All
honor to Mr. James A. Render f
We regret that we have not before
us copies of the various mottoes,
printed on white satin, which adorned
a Mount Blanc of a cake presented
by Mrs. John A. Simonton.
On one of the flags, floating from a
fine ham, was the motto, “Victory
Attend You! Georgia Weekly, To
the Echols Guards!” On another
beautiful flag was inscribed this motto,
“Georgia! We Yield the Palm to
None.”
At 2 P. M. the Guards were again
drilled, bet without muskets. We
were astonished at the proficiency at*
' tainc-d in so short a time, and this ex
cellence spdaks wdl for Capt. C. W.
Howard, us a drill master, and for
the Guards as intelligent and obedi
ent soldiers.
The Home Guards!
We give below a list of the officers
of the Home Guards, organized last
week in Greenville. ‘lf driven to the
need, we doubt not that our Governor
would have no cause to summon the
Home Guards to the battle field.
They will rush there when they deem
their presence necessary.
The Home Guards are principally
composed of our “ silver gray" citi
zens, but there is many a member of
the company that oanshake “ the fill
ing” from the “Kangaroo!”
W. A. Adams, Captain.
J. T. Owkns, Ist Lieutenant,
Jessfe Patuidge, 2d “
Martin Andrews, 8d “
J. L. Banning, Ist Sergeant,
Peter Strozier, 2d “
Jno. S. Blalock, 8d “ ; '
Myron Ellis, 4th “
J. W. Anthony, Ist Corporal,
11. R. Harris, 2d “
W. D. Tinsley, 3d “
Obediah Warner, 4th “
Anew piece, appropriate to passing
political- events, and in which Gen.
Scott, Maj. Anderson and Roger
Pryor figure as dramatis personae , is
announced at the New Bowery for this
evening. It is entitled the “ Traitor’s
Doom ; or, the Fate of Secession.”
The b’hoys will muster strong on this
occasion.—2Y. Y. Herald, May 6th.
Old Bennett thinks “ the likes o’
that” appropriate to passing political
events! Here we see one of the
means used to stimulate the “ b’hoys”
to glory! Since Roger A. Pryor
roasted old Bennett in the Capitol,
old -T. G. B. is very brave—on paper
— Herald paper. Wonder if old
Scott and Saint Anderson are not the
real traitors ! The “b’hoys” will
have it all their own way in Bow-wow
ery, but we think Roger A. Pryor &
Cos. will introduce “Dixie’s Land”
with Beauregard variations as after
pieces when they Bow-how-ery it in
Virginia.
Our County Volunteers.
The Mountain Rangers. —This
fine Company, under the command of
Capt. Gus. Howard, went into camp
life on Friday, the 10th inst. The
Echols Guards are still encamped
near the Warm Springs. The Mer
riwether Volunteers are also in camp,
at Flat Rock.
The boys are growing impatient, and
as they hear of the windy North are
eager to be led to the battle.
Tit for Tat. -
Jeff. Davis was hanged in effigy in
Boston two weeks ago.— Exchange. •
Well, we hanged Abe. Lincoln and
burned him in effigy in Greenville
three weeks ago. There we got ahead
of Wooden-Nutmegdom. Besides, we
accommodated James Gordon Bennett
in the same wav.
Attention Soldiers 1
Each of the Companies of Volun
teers from Merriwether County will
contain a Reporter to The Georgia
Weekly, thereby furnishing an excel
lent medium of correspondence be
tween the Soldier and his Family
and Friends. The Georgia Weekly
will contain the latest reliable news
from the Army, and should be in.the
hands of every man in the county.
Now is the time to subscribe.
We refer our readers to the
communication of “A Subscriber,”
as regards The Southern Teacher , a
first class Magazine published in Mont
gomery, Ala., by Mr. Wm. S. Barton,
the well known grammarian.
Its excellence and cheapness, and
the necessity of aiding works of its
kind in the South, should give it a
wide circulation. .
jjgp A Pie Nic is to be held at the
encampment of The Merrhvether
Volunteers, Flat Rock, to-day ; and
wc are informed that a “ Neighbor
hood Dinner” will be given there on
Saturday, the 18th inst, to do honor
to Capt. Ector’s company,
ggy* We call attention to the ad
vertisement of Mr. TEomas Leslie,
of Troup, as regards his New Flour
ing Mills. We shall soon need a fresh
supply of flour in our cojiuty, and all
will do well to encourage Mr. Leslie
in his most useful enterprise.
ggp- The thanks of The Georgia
Weekly office are due to Mrs. C.
Campbell, for her very acceptable
present of a bowl of delicious butter.
jjgp Another Company, the fourth
from Merriwether, is now being raised,
and we understand that the muster
roll is rapidly filling.