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"W. IB- *V-A-X-L., WITH KEAN & CASSEES, Wholesale and retail dealers in Foreign end Domestic Dry Goods 209 Broad st., lat stand of H. F. Kassel & Cos. AUGUSTA, GA. “ J. MURPHY & CO. Wholesale and retail dealers in English White Granite & C. C. Ware ALSO, Semi-China, French China, Glassware, &c. No. 244 Broad Street, AUGUSTA GA. T. MARKWALTER, MARBLE WORKS, BKOAD STREET, Near Lower Market, AUGUSTA, GA. THE AUGUSTA Gilding, Looking-glass,Picture Frame FACTORY. Old Picture Frames Regilt to tool.-. Equal to JScW. Old Paintings Carefully Cleaned, Fined and Varnished. J. J, BROWSE. Agent, 346 Broad st., Augusta, Ga. SCHNEIDER, DEALER IN WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS AUGUSTA, GA. Agent for Fr.Schleifer & Co.’s San Francisco CALIFORNIA BRANDY. Ml 00IU EMEQUOTT CHAMPAGNE. E. R. SCHNEIDER, Augusta, Georgia. Bones, Brown & Cos., J. & S. Bones & Cos., AUGUSTA, GA. ROME, GA. Established 1825. Established 1869. BONES, BROWN & CO., IMPORTERS And dealers in Foreign & Domestic HARDWARE AUGUSTA GA.. • E. 11. ROGERS, Importer and dealer in RIM. GDIS PISTOLS i And Pocket Cutlery, £ Amm tuition of nil Rinds, 245 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, GA. IIEP AIRING EXECUTED PROMPTLY (frlbcrton Cavite. LIGHT CARRIAGES & BUGGIES. J. IT. AULD, Carriage Ml an ufait k ELBERTON, EOIICIA. BEST WORKMEN! BEST WORK! LOWEST PRICES! Good Buggies, warranted, - 5125 to $l6O Common Buggies - SIOO. REPAIRING- AND BLACKSMITIIING. Work done in this line in the very best style. Tlie Rest Harness My-22-1 v T. M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD SWIFT & ARNOLD, (Successors to T. M. Swift,) dealers in DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, CROCKERY, BOOTS AND SHOES, HARDWARE, &c., Public Square, ELBERTOIV H. K. CAIRDIVER, ELBERTON, GA„ DEALER IN MY MUROCERI, HARDWARE, CROCKERY, BOOTS, SHOES, HATS Notions, &c* ELBERTON FEMALE (T.cdlfgiate THE exercises of this institute- will be resum ed on Monday, August 18th, \SI3. IfcjffFall term, four months. Tuition, $2.50, $3.50, and $5 per month, according to class— payable half in advance. Mrs. Hkstkb will continue in charge of the Musical Department. Board in the best families can be obtained at from $lO to sls per month. For further information address the Principal 11. P. SIMS. THE GAZETTE. ISTew Series. THE BEGGAR GIBL OE PARIS. A THRILLING TALE. During tTie “Reign of Terror” in France, there were many deeds of dar ing performed, even by women, and ma ny examples of affection exhibited.— The very streets of Paris were deluged with human blood, but near the guillo tine it ran in rushing torrents. One dark morning an unusual number of the aristocracy had been marched forth, and countless heads rolled from the brock.— A gaping multitude stood by, and with shouts rent the air as the aristocracy were thus butchered. Among the assembled multitude, that dreary morning, were two females. One of them was plainly clad, while a cloak was thrown around her, with which she kept her features nearly concealed. But a close observation would betray the fact that the woman had been weeping. Her eyes were inflamed and red, and she gazed eagerly upon the platform, while a shock of the glittering knife severed the head from the body of someone who had been unfortunate enough to fall un der the ban of the two leaders. The face of the woman was very beautiful, and she was very young—certainly not more than sixteen or eighteen years of age. The other female was quite different in character. Her face was fair, but there was a brazen expression about it. She was clad in rags, and as each head fell from the block, she would dance, and in various ways express her delight, and then exclaim: “There falls another aristocrat, who refused me charity when I humbly sued him.” Each expression of the kind would create laughter from those who heard her. But any thoughtful person must wonder how one so young could have been so depraved. The first female no ticed this girl for a moment, and then pressing her hand to her side she laid her hand on the shoulder of the wretch and whispered: “Would you like to become rich at once?” The female turned about with a look of surprise, burst into a loud laugh, and said: “Of course I would.” “Follow me, and you shall be.” . “Enough. Lead on.” It was with considerable difficulty that the females extricated themselves from the crowd; but they did so at length, and then the first female asked of the other: “What shall I call you ?” “Oh! I am called the Beggar Girl Ma rie.” “Yes; but what’s your name, and what do you want ?” “My name is Marie, the same as your own.” “Are you an aristocrat?” “It does not matter. If you know where you can find a room for me, lead me to it, and you shall have plenty of gold.” The pauper led the way into a narrow, filthy street, and then down into a cel lar, and into a dark and filthy room.— The other female could not but feel a sickening sensation creep over her, but she recovered with an effort. After con templating for some time the filthy apartment and what it contained, she asked: “Are you well known in Paris?” “Yes, Everybody knows Marie, the Beggar Girl.” “Are you acquainted with Robes pierre ? If so, I want to make a bargain with you.” “I am acquainted with him. What do you wish?” “You see that my clothing is better than your own, and I wish to exchange with you. I want you to remain here, and not show yourself at all for a short time, or until I come to you again. As a recompense for aiding me I will give you a thousand francs, and when I come back I will give you a thousand more.— As security for my return, I will give you this ring.” The lady drew a diamond ring from her finger and gave it to the girl, then handed her a purse containing gold.— The girl appeared a little puzzled and asked: “Well, what are you going to do with my dress ?” “I want to put it on and go where I first met you.” 1 “Oh! I understand now. You want EL.BERTOA, BEORGIAr||EPrEI*IBER 10, 1873. to see the chopping go on, and you ar< afraid that you’ll be taken for an arista crat if you wear that dress. You wanf to represent me ?” “Yes. I want to look as near like you as possible.” “Well, that won’t be difficult. Your hair and eyes and even your mouth, are like mine. Your face is a little too white, though. But you can alter that with a little dirt.” They exchanged dresses; and soon the young, rich and noble Marie de Nan# tes was clad in the rags of Marie, tha Beggar Girl of Paris. The history of Marie de Nantes was a sad one. Hef father and two brothers had fallen vi® tirns to the remorseless fiend of the rev* olution, and a third and last brother ha® been seized. But of his fate she wa| ; ignorant, although she expected that it would be similar to that of her other relatives. He had been tom from her but a few hours before. After the ex change had been made the pauper look ed upon the stockingless and shoeless feet and ankles of this noble, young girl, and said: “That will never do. Your feet are too while and delicate. Let me arrange matters.” In a few moments Marie was prepar ed, and in the filth and rags she emerged into the street. She now took her course back towards the guillotine, and at length reached the square where the bloody work was still going on. Gradu ally she forced her svay through the ; crowd, and nearer and nearer she canwjjjj to the scaffold. She even forced a laugh! at several remarks she heard arounJt her, but those laughs sounded strangely.: She now stood within the platfornsl and swept it eagerly with her eyes bua her brother was not there. The cry wall raised: “Here comes another batch.” _ .jfl Her heart fluttered violently, and sk|p felt a faintness come over her as she lieai’d the step of the doomed men ap proaching. Her brother walked proud ly and fearlessly forward, and ascended the steps that led to the block. Up to this moment the strength of poor Marie had failed her, and she was unable to put her resolve into execution. But now a sister’s love swelled up in her heart, and she recovered her strength. She sprang forward, bursting through the line of guards, and ran up the steps.— Grasping her brother by the hand, she crid: “What does this mean? It is only the arisocrats that are to die.” “Away, woman!” exclaimed one of the executions. “No; I will not away until you tell me for what my brother is thus brought here.” “Your brother ?” was the echo. “Well, who are you ?” “I am Marie ; do you not know who I am ?” “The beggar girl?” “Aye.” “But this is not your brother.” “It is. Ask him. Young Antonia de Nantes had turned a scornful glance upon the maiden, out a light crossed his face, and he murmur ed: “0, my sister!” “Is this your brother?” asked Robes pierre of the supposed beggar, advancing near her. “It is.” “Does Marie speak the truth ?” asked Robespierre. “She does,” replied the young gentle man. “And you are de Nantes?” “I tell you, sir, that lam her broth er.” “Why did you not tell us of this be fore?” “I attempted to speak, but I was si lenced.” “But you might have declared your self.” “Yes; but you would not have believ ed me.” “But your dress ?” “It belonged to an aristocrat. Per haps it belonged to him for whom I was taken.” Robespierre advanced close to young Nantes, and gazed earnestly into his face; then he approached Marie, and looked steadily in her eyes for a short time. It was a moment of trial for the poor girl. She almost trembled in spite of all her efforts to be calm. She almost felt that she was lost, when the huma"-fiend, whose word was law, turn- *d and said: H “Release the man.” ■The chains were instantly removed, ®nd Antonio de Nantes walked down M|om the scaffold, followed by his sister, while shouts rent the air, for they sup- Kbsed he was a commoner who had thus tween saved. ■The young man worked his passage Ppirough the crowd as rapidly as possi |Re, leading Marie. They scarcely es gfeped before she fainted from the intern, aftty of her feeling. The brother scarcely [Anew what to do with her but a hand was laid on his shoulder and a voice Kid: ■“Bring her to my room again. She will be safe there.” ■ “Have you seen the female before low ?” f| “I know all about it,” returned the jjjKiuper. “She borrowed my clothes to Save her lover. She has done it, and I am glad.” 4 Before the noble girl had returned to consciousness the brother had learned all. When she came too, they both sought more secure quarters, after the Begger girl had been rewarded as prom ised. if “Do you think Robespierre was re ally deceived ?” asked Marie de Nan tes. ''' || “I think not,” returned the young man. ■ “Then why did lie order you to be re- ILfcd?” S “He saw your plan. He admired your clurage.” ■“A fiend could not have done other n. vise. ■“Perhaps this was the case, but if so ■was a deed of mercy, and the only H|e that man ever did.” ■“Yon are right,” replied the noble In. ■Antonio de Nantes was not again ar steel, and lived happily with that sister had so nobly p. rilled her own life to save him, by representing the Beggar Girl of Paris. FLOWERS. Flowers stimulate industry as well as lighten toil. For we must have them. We are cold without them, but to have them requires patient study, patient cul ture and untiring determination. Every one must be studied alone. This can be successfully done only in connec tion with art and a kind of horticul tural genius. Their culture is an art. How they breathe and eat and drink! How they vary their species—under what laws! Flowers are also servitors of our im agination ; they bring food to the poet. They produce an atmosphere that is pe culiarly conducive to rythm. Ido not know why it is that color and grace of motion and delicacy of form and per fume have such a tendency to make eve ry eighth or tenth syllable rhyme, and every line begin with a capital, but so it is. What a constant tribute poetry pays to flowers. Can you find one of the great singers who has not at least a line, and mostly a poem, in honor of floral charms? Take away noble landscapes, level down the hills, make the sun rise andse 1 ; in drab, kill out the flowers, and the poet's corner would become very speedily a bean patch. Now the flowers come to the brain with a delicate touch, like the finger of a mother in sleep that takes the wrinkles out of dreams—tiny child ren with their arms full of every imagin able grace. You can see purity, modes ty, benevolence, ambition, watchfulness, patience, truth, all somewhere about your feet. But not only do they inspire much of the rhyme of life. What do you suppose must be the pov. e' of atn gle fuchsia in a the eye of the mother without awaking a song; it calls the attention of the chil dren, and displaces the rudeness of coarse work or vulgar contact. It doubt less has a powerful influence in making the whole family more neat, more taste ful, more courteous, more refined. I like to take out the feeding plague of eating, by putting a bouquet among the dishes. “Why do they call the people that live in some of the South Sea islands canni bals f’ asked an old man of a sailor. “Because they live on other people," answered the sailor. “Then,” said the old man pensively, “my sons-in-law must_be cannibals, for they live on me.” Two dollars a year will pay for your county paper. Vol. 11-No. 20. CASH VALUE OE KNOWLEDGE. There is many an old saw concerning the value of knowledge, but it is to be doubted if many pause to seriously weigh that value as every day expressed in dollars and cents. It would be well indeed if, in addition to the usual decid ed, but indistinct withal, idea that cul ture is a good thing, an equally tine and more definite notion was current of the money value of different degrees of edu cation, especially as relating to practical business methods. For example, we take the average of unskilled operatives in New York city to be about nine dollars per week. A first-class workman can command twenty-four with greatest cer- j tainty of uninterrupted employment. The difference between nine and twenty four is fifteen dollars per week, or seven hundred and eighty dollars a year, which is more than the legal interest of eleven thousand dollars. In other words, the operative who, by the study of books and care in the performance of his du ties, proves able to add fifteen dollars a week to Ins income, has gained knowl edge for the use of which the world is will ing to pay as high a premium as it will for the use of the amount of money named. This reflection is worthy of re membrance by the thousands of young men in workshops and factories who, with only their unaided hands to build their future fortunes, are every day pos sessed of opportunities for acquiring cap ital not less available than that embodied in gold or greenbacks. [American Artisan. A CHEERFUL HOME. Of all the blessings enjoyed by human being, there is none better or more desi rable than a cheerful, happy home. It is, therefore, the first duty of every one to endeavor to promote the most amicable relations in the home circle. A single bitter word may disquiet an entire fami ly for a whole day. One surly glance casts a gloom over the household; while a smile, like a gleam of sunshine, may light up the darkest and weariest hours. Like unexpected flowers which spring up along our path full of freshness, fra grance, and beauty, so the kind words and gentle acts and sweet dispositions make glad the home where 'peace and amity dwell. No matter how humble the abode, if thus garnished with goodness and sweetened with kindness and smiles, the heart will turn longingly toward it from all the tumults of the world; and home, though it be ever so homely, will be the dearest spot beneath the circuit of the sun. NO EFFECT. A German paper contains a reply from a clergyman who was traveling, and who stopped at a hotel much frequented by wags and jokers. The host, not being used to having clergymen it his table, looked at him with surprise; the clerks used all their artillery of wit upon him without eliciting a remark in self-defence. The worthy clergyman ate his dinner quietly, apparently without observing the gibes and sneers of his neighbors. One of them at last, in despair at his for bearance, said to him: “ Well, I wonder at your patience! Have you heard what has been said against you ? “ Oh, yes; but I am used to it. Do you know who I am?” “No, sir.” “Well, I will inform you. lam chap lain of a lunatic asylum; such remarks have no effect upon me!” MIRACLES WILL NEVER CEASE. During the Concord Baptist Associa tion meeting at Owenton, Ky., recently, in the “State” of “sweet” Owen, the Rev. G. C. S. preached an impressive sermon which deeply touched an old gen tleman in the audienee, doubtless a good political specimen of what Owen once was. On being told that the preacher had once been a “Yankee” general, he seemed wonderstruck. At the close of the sermon he approached the preacher, and, taking him by the hand, said: “They tell me you were a‘Yankee’ general in the Federal army?” “ Yes,” was the reply, “ and I tried to do my duty.” “A ‘Yankee’ and converted?” “Yes.” “And a preacher of the gospel?” “Yes.” “Well! well!” said he, “miracles will never cease.” REMARKABLE CASE OF VITALITY. The Cimmaron, New Mexico, News re cords the following remarkable instance of vitality: A bit of scientific revolver practice took place at a fandango at Elizabeth town the night of the 4tli, of which the following are the particulars in brief: Theodore Brown got into a quarrel with a Ute Creek miner, and read him two chapters from Colt, without effect, how ever, the U. C man not being in a recep tive condition, or Brown not being poin ed enough in his remarks. During the discussion the banjo player at the fan dango interfered, and threw Theodore across the hall. Shortly after this Brown marched up to the banjo-picker, who, we believe, was talking with another man, and blazed away at him with a navy re volver, at a distance of a few inches, the powder burning the face of the banjo man, and the ball entering the middle of his forehead, just above the bridge of the nose, passing within the skull. The man retained his consciousness and did not seem to suffer much pain. The next day he was visited by Dr. Long will, who probed tlic wound to about the depth of three inches but could not find the bul let. The patient is still doing well, and two or three days ago he got up and walked down street, and bought him a new hat. It is certainly an extraordina ry case, for the wound is one which would prove instantly fatal in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. A DUTCHMAN’S CATECHISM. We find id oud by der pig book dot Adam [I forgot his oder name] vos do firsed man. Eve vos der nexd. Von tay dey got drabble erboud cading some gwinces und vos kicked oud of der garton. Gain und Abies vos de first shiidrens. Gain got mad und put a head on his brudder, und den lite out. He vos un bad poy. Yonus was a fiskmuker. Von tay he gone to der goosepont to cotcli shrimps un veil he vos looking for bait, he valked right avay ova whales mout in. But der whales make him pooty quick valk again. He vas too sdhrong mit do fish es stumix. Solomon knows more as everypody.— He don vood cut a little poy in pieces to seddle a disturbance mit two gals. Ho said it vas better gone der whole hog or none. Sams Son [I clon’d hear his mudder’s, name] vas de sdrongest. He vas a bruis er. He got figlideu mit a dozent fellows und he clean um all out mit a chackasses bone. Yobe vas der paslienest man. You could stick pins in him all tay und ho voodn’t holler. Merdoeslum vos der oldes grandfader ve £ot dese times. He cood told youall aboud it. Lazasaras vas der poor man- Dey don’d go no free lunches in dose times und he vas alvays skirmishin aboud for grumbs. Yosepli’s pig brudders got yellous of him pecause he vore a shpodded goat, und sold him for twenty tollars. He af der avile give um some roasding ears unt made it all rite. THE SKULL OF SHAKESPEARE. A certain French Baron, whose scien tific tastes led him to collect the skulls of celebrated persons, one day received a visit from a man with whom he was ac customed to deal. “What do you bring me here ?” asked the Baron, as the man unwrapped an en veloped package. “The skull of Shakespeare.” “Impossible.” “I speak the truth, Monsieur leßaron. Here is the proof,” said the dealer, pro ducing some papers. “But I already possess that skull,” said the Baron. “He must lirve been a rogue who sold you that.” “Your father,” said the Baron in a mild tone, “sold it to me about twenty nine years ago.” The honest dealer was for a moment disconcerted, then explained, with vivac ity: “I comprehend. Be good enough to observe the small dimensions of the skull on your shelf. Remark the narrow occiput, the undevelopee forehead where, intelligence is still mute. It is Shakes peare to be sure, but Skakespeaao as a child about twelve or fourteen years old, whereas this is that Shakespeare when he had attained a certain age, and had become the great genius of which Eng land so justly honors, reveres and is proud.” Monsieur le Baron bought the second head. Why is blind mair s buff like sympa thy ? Because it’s a feller feeling for a feller critter. Another feller says the same would apply to the tow headed boy who scratches his head. McDuffie lias a splendid county paper.