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CawK
K.EAW & CASSEES,
Wholesale and retail dealers in
Foreign and Domestic Dry Goods
, [209 Broad st„ lat stand of H. F. Russel & Cos.
AUGUSTA, GA.
jTmurphy &Tca
Wholesale and retail dealers in
English White Granite & C. C. Ware
ALSO,
Semi-China, French China, Glassware, &c.
No 244 Broad Street,
AUGUSTA GA.
TT MARK WALTER,
MARBLE WORKS,
BROAD STREET,
Near Lower Market,
AUGUSTA, GA
THE AUGUSTA
Gilding, Looking-glass,Picture Frame
FACTORY.
Old Picture Frames Reg ill to look Equal to
A no. Old Paintings Carefully Cleaned ,
Lined and. Varnished.
J. J. BROWSE, Agent,
346 Broad st., Augusta, Ga.
SCHNEIDER,
DEALER IN
WINES, LI pons AMD CIGARS
AUGUSTA, GA.
Agent for Fr. Schleifer & Co.'s San Francisco
CALIFORNIA BRANDY.
ffiniQUl CMEQUGTT EHfIffiPAGSH.
E. R. SCHNEIDER,
Augusta, Georgia.
Bones, Brown & Cos., J. & S. Bones & Cos.,
ACOSTA, (iA. KOMK, GA.
Established 1825. Established 1869.
BONES, BROWN & CO.,
IMPOBTEKS
And dealers in Foreign & Domestic
HARDWARE
ATJOUSTA GA..
E. H. ROGERS,
Importer and dealer in
RIM, GUNS 'PISTOLS
And Pocket Cutlery,
Amm mition of all Kinds,
245 BROAD STRF.ET, AUGUSTA, GA.
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J..F. AULD,
Carriage ffI^AiiUFACT’R
ELBERTOxI, GEORGIA.
BEST WORKMEN !
BEST WORK!
LOWEST PRICES!
Good Buggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O
Common Buggies - - - SIOO.
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Work done in this line in the very best style.
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T. M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD
SWIFT & ARNOLD,
(Successors to T. M. Swift,)
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DRY GOODS,
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elberton female
Collcgiaicfnstitutc
THE exercises of this institute will he resum
ed on Monday, August 18th, 1813.
ffgfFn.ll term, four months. Tuition, $2.50,
$3.50, and $5 per month, according to class
payable half in advance
Mrs. Hkstbr will continue in charge of the
Musical Department.
Board iu the best families can be obtained at
from $ LO to $ 15 per month.
For further information address the Principal
11. P. SIMS.
THE GAZETTE.
ISTew Series.
THE GREAT PRINCIPLE.
One of my peculiarities is a strong
tendency to differ in opinion from other
people upon almost every possible sub
ject. I never moutli the “matter—l come
out roundly.
I have no doubt the reader is fond of
roast-beef and plum-pudding. Now I
despise them. Nothing could be more
gross, earthly, stultifying. Besides no
man fond of such stufl, does, ever did, or
ever can sit down to a meal without run
ning into excess. Then come custard,
ice-cAam, fruit, almonds, raisins, wine.
You rise with a distended stomach, and
heavy head, and stagger away with brut
isli apathy. lam for light diet—milk
rice, fruit, sweet haimless things of na
ture. No lamb bleeds for me. No state
ly ox is slain that I may feast. Old
mother supplies my slender appetites.
The deep, deep spring, clear as crystal
—the innocent vegetables—etherial food.
Thus lam as light as air. lam keenly
susceptible to every moral and natural
beauty, which few enthusiastic beef-eat
ers are.
I differ from everybody in another
thing. I believe in life at first sight.—
We ought to be able in a week to tell
whether a woman would do for a wife.—
The judgment of true love is intuitive;
a glance, and it is done. A man of ge
nius has in his own imagination a stand
ard of the object of his love—an unex
plainable model—the prototype to which
exists somewhere in reality, although he
may never have seen or heard of her.—
This is wonderful, but it is true. He
wanders about the world, impervious to
all the delicious, thrilling, soul melting
beams of beauty, till he reaches the right
one. There are blue eyes—they are ten
der, but they touch not him. There are
black—they are piercing, but Us heart
remains whole. At
lings him into contact with if creature—
he hears the tones of her voice—he
feels the warm streams of soul shining
from her countenance. Gaze meets gaze
and thought sparkles into thought, till
the magic blaze is kindled, aifd—they
fall in love.
It sometimes happens,* that for one
model in the imagination of this man of
genius, there are accidentally two or
three prototypes in real life; or rather
lie has two, three or four different mod
els.
It is a great misfortune for a man to
have more models than one. They lead
him astray. They involve him in diffi
culties.
f And yet metaphysicians and phrenolo
gists ought to know, that it is no affair
of his. If a schoolboy have the organ
of destructiveness, you may whip him
for killmg flies, but you must not won
der at him. If a youth . But this
brings me back to my subject.
I never could tell how many of these
models Fred had; a great many no doubt.
But that was his busine|g.
Oh, the sweet women! It is almost in
credulous. He must have dealt in mag
ic. It was a perfect blessing to be near
him ; to catch the light and heat of the
thousand glances which fell upon him,
and of which you caught a few stray
ones, though only by accident. Lovely
women fell into hfs mouth like ripe
plums. He had clusters of them. They
all loved him, and he loved them all.—
His soul was as large as St. Peter’s.
“What are you thinking of, Fred ?”
said I.
“Caroline,” he answered,
“She who sailed yesterday for Eng
land?”
“Yes—l love her.”
“And she?”—
He rose and hurriedly opened an es
critoire.
“Is it not perfectly beautiful ?” said
he.
The sweet relic of golden sunshiny
hair lay curled charmingly in a rose
colored envelope. It did look pretty.—
But—
“ Has Caroline such light hair ?” asked
I “I never knew—l always thought—l
was observing only yesterday that—
surely, surely you have made some mis
take—see, what is thst written in the
bottom of the paper ? ‘Julia !’”
Fred hastily looked again in the lit
tle pigeon-hole, and drew forth another
rose-colored envelope—another and an
other.
I smiled —so did he.
“What a vile, narrow prejudice it is,”
said Fred.
ELBERTON, GEORGIA, SEPTEMBER 17, 1873.
“What ?”
“That a man can love only once. I
have loved twenty—fifty—nay, a hun
dred times. I always love some one.—
Sometimes two at a time—sometimes
twenty.”
“Heartless!” exclaimed I. This is not
love! Love is sole, absorbing, pure, con
stant, immutable.”
“Hark ye,” said Fred, “I seldom cease
to love. Adding another angel to the
list does not infer the striking out of
any others. There is no limit. A man
of soul loves just as he happens to be
placed in relation to women. I am warm
ed by them, as I am when I stand in the
sunshine. Because I have a garden here
when the beams of the god of day fall
on my shoulder with* a pleasing ardor—
must I not feel the warmth when I
stand in your garden yonder ? It is the
great principle—should the object of
my early love die, must I be ever there
after dead to the most exquisite of hu
man passions ? Death is only absence.
I know twelve pretty women They are
better than men. Nature made them so.
They are all different—all excellent—all
divine. Shall I deny that their voices
are sweet —their hearts tender—their
minds clear and intelligent ? No. I love
them all—Julia, Mary, Fanny, Helen,
Henrietta, Eliza, Katie, Corrie. I never
think of them without a sensation of de
light.”
Frederick felt a hand upon his shoul
der. He looked up. It was Mrs, 8.,
his wife.
I had withdrawn, of course. lam a
bachelor myself. Certain lectures are
not in my way. I have troubles enough
of my own. Mrs. B. did not come down
to dinner. Mr. B. did not come home
to tea. I did not get up next morning
to breakfast. So could not know what
was the result.
'""Mrs. B. is one of the very loveliest
women I ever mot. I believe I have two
or three models myself! It is pleasant
enough, but then—every rose has its
thorns.
“Only think!” said she to me Iter eyes
moistened with tears, her cheek crimson
ed with shame, her bosom palpitating
with distress, “twelve ! he loves twelve,
he says,”
“A whole jury,” said I.
“It is monstrous!” said she.
“Monstrous indeed!” echoed I.
“What if I should love twelve offi
cers !” said she.
“Tit for tat,” said I.
“Or six,” said she.
“Too good for him,” said I, taking her
hand.
“Or three,” said she.
“Or one,” said I, drawing her toward
me, and kissing her soft lips. She was
my only sister, and I always had loved
her.
The plot was arranged. Frederick
had meditated a journey of two or three
days, but was called back by an
anonymous note, at nine the same even
ing.
Tall women are so scarce. *We hired
uniforms at the tailors’-
“I am thunderstruck!” exclaimed Fred
to me. The world is at an end. The
sun is out. What! Kate—my dear
Kate!”
“I saw it myself,” said the servant who
was near.
“Kissed her!”
“Six times.”
Frederick caught the pistol, and point
ed it at his head. I wrenched it from his
grasp.
“Come with with me,” I said. “Per
haps it may be a mistake.”
We opened the door softly. In the
next room sat Mrs. B.; at her feet a
richly dressed young soldier, who kissed
her hand, received from her a lock of
hair, swore he loved her, and left her
with an ardent embrace.
“I am suffocating,” said Fred.
“Hush!” I exclaimed; “See there is
another. How very familiarly he seats
himself by her side—takes her hand in
his”—
“I shall strangle to death.”
“Patience!”
“My dearest Colonel!” exclaimed Ju
lia.
“The other was only the lieutenant,”
whispered John.
“I am blessed with too few such faith
ful friends.”
I held Fred still with the grasp of a
giant.
‘That I love you I cannot deny. ‘A
woman of soul loves just as she happens
to be placed in relation to men. She is
warmed by their noble characters, as she
is wjien she stands in the sunshine. It
is the great principal.’ ”
“Loveliest of thy sex,” said her com
panion.
Fred burst forth, levelling both pis
tols-at the colonel. He pulled the trig
gers„ but they did not go off. Pistols
loaded with sawdust seldom do.
The colonel uttered a loud scream, and
fled.
“Madam,” said Fred, swelling with in
dignation, “have you any more of these
affectionate friends ?”
“Only eight, my dear husband, said
his wife, “what puts you in such a
rage?”
wretch!”
“Hear me,” said Mrs. 8., solemnly.—
“When we married, I intended to devote
my life, my actions, my heart to you.—
From you I expected the same. I can
see no distinction in our relative duties
to each other. Love must exist on both
sides—or on neither. Whatever may
be tile, opinion of a heartless world, a
‘man of soul’ and of virtue makes his
wife”—
“I am not to be preached to, traitress,”
said Fred. “I leave you now, forever;
but not till I take vengeance on my
new military acquaintances. Where are
they?”
“They are here,” she answered.
The door was thrown open, and the
two officers, with their chapeaux off,
were heard giggling and laughing in a
most rmmilitary manner.
Fr‘|d soon discovered the truth, and I
read Lm his moral.
Hwbands, all, remember that wives
have Rqual anguish and shame wi th
yonrfejdves, in receiving a share of affec-
they do not possess your
d';Si>AAfpower ha extorting it. The
slightest dereliction, even though only the
carelessness'of a moment, on the part of
a wife, stamps her forever with ignominy
and pain; while the absurd customs of
society allow to a man a greater latti
tude, iu slighting, neglecting, and de
ceiving her whose happiness is in his
keeping. Of these customs “the man of
soul ’ will never take advantage.
[Wood’s Household Magazine.
THE RUMSELLER.
Every individual in society is expected
to contribute something to its advance
ment and interest. We remember to
have read, many years ago, of a com
pany of tradesmen who united them
selves into a mutual benefit society and
each one had to relate what he could con
tribute to its support.
First the blacksmith came forward and
said:
“Gentlemen, I wish to become a mem
ber of your society.”
“Well, what can you do ?”
“Oh! I can iron your carriages, shoe
your horses, and make all kind of imple
ments.”
“Very well, come in, Mr. Black
smith.”
The mason applied for admission into
the society.
“And what can yon do, sir?”
“I can build your barns, houses, sta
bles, and bridges.”
“Very well, come in ; we cannot do
without you.”
Along comes the shoemaner, and says,
“I wish to become a member of your so
ciety.”
“What can you do?”
“I can make all styles of boots and
shoes for you.”
“Come in, Mr. Shoemaker; we must
have you.”
In turn all the different professions
a nd trades applied, till at last an indi
vidual came in who wanted to become a
member.
“And what are you ?”
“I am a ramseller.”
“Mr. Rumseller, what can you do for
us ?”
“Dean build jails, and prisons, and
poorhouses.”
“And is that all ?”
“No ; I can fill them. I can fill your
jails with criminals, your prisons with
convicts, and your poor-houses with pau
pers.
“And what else can you do, Mr. Rum
seller ?”
“I can bring the gray hairs of the aged
to the grave with sorrow; I can break
Voi. n.-isro. 21.
the heart of the wife, and blast the pros
pects of the friends of talent, and fill
the land with more than the plagues of
Egypt.”
“Is that all you are able to do, Mr.
Rumseller?” * „
“Good heavens!” said the man “is not
that enough ?”
HOW THE COLONEL LOST HIS COFFEE
POT.
Don Piatt, in The Capital, tells the
following story of an English Colonel
whom he met during the late war
“This Englishman had been fighting
in all sorts of wars in every part of the
globe, for and against everybody and ev
ery cause. His cool disregard of danger,
and at the same time his anxiety to get
into quiet places and comfortable quar
ters, afforded us infinite amusement. At
the battle of Fredericksburg, Captain
Meyers, of the Volunteer Artillery,
found himself in a very exposed position,
where he was doing no good, although
he used due diligence, and filing away
from his one battery in'response to the
concentrated fire of half a dozen. While
thus engaged, and worried to see his
men and horses killed, Colonel M. rode
up:
“ Ilawt work, captain,” remarked the
new comer, reining in his steed.
“Devilish hot,” was the response.
“Never saw such a day, captain; don’t
like it; you knqw I’ve been rather un
fortunate. While crossing that blarsted
river I lost me coffee pot. I’ve had that
coffee pot all through India and South
America, and now I’ve lost it. I don’t
know what I’ll do without that coffee
pot,”
“I’d like to know what I’m kept here
for, unless they want my battery destroy
ed,” interrupted the captain.
“Aw, captain, I beg pardon; that mon
key of an adjutant sent me here to order
you out. The general says you are do
ing here; better get out, you
know.
“D ation, why didn’t yon give me
the order? I’ve lost two men and three
horses while you’ve talked about a d—d
coffee pot.”
“Never mind, captain, beg paw don;
I’ll help you. We’ll soon get out of
range of the beggars. But an old cam
paigner cannot lose his coffee pot, you
know.”
Further discourse was interrupted by
a shell that, exploding, blew up a cais
son, and tumbled all that was left of the
concern down the declivity in the rear.
Colonel M. extricated himself from a
dying horse, and, walking away, grum
bled:
“ Most unfortunate day; lost me cof
fee pot, and now that horse; but the cof
fee pot, you know, I cannot replace that;
had it in India and all over South Amer
ica—most unfortunate.”
SOPHISTRY.
“I say Sam, do you know that I can
prove that tliis side of the river is the
other side ?”
“What, prove that this side of old
Hudson, what’s more’n a mile wide, is
tother side? No siree ; you can’t do that
no how.”
“Well, let's see. Is not that one side
of the river ?”
“Yes; no disputin’ that.”
“Agreed ; and is not this the other
side? which is what I proposed to
prove.”
“Wa’al, I declare if you lamed folks
can’t prove almost anything nowa
days.”
SCENE AT THE ATLANTIC TELEGRAPH
OFPICE.
Fond Wife: [to telegraph opera
tor.] —O, sir! I want to send a kiss to
mv husband in Liverpool. How can I
doit?
Obliging Operator. —It’s the easiest
thing in the world, madam. You have
got to give it to me with the small sum
of ten dollars, and I’ll transmit it right
away.
Fond Wife.—lf that is the case, the
directors ought to put much younger
aiid handsomer men in the position you
hold.
A western parson deliberately began a
foneral discourse by alluding to the fact
that he had officiated at the hanging of
the father of the deceased.
♦
“Do you think that raw oysters are
healthy?” asked a lady of her physician.
“Yes,” he replied, “I never knew one
to complain of being out of health in my
life.”
THE PERSECUTION OF JONES.
We have uo other authority for it than
Jones himself, and therefore cannot
vouch for its truthfulness. Jones told
us that he was persecuted nearly to
death some time ago by a sewing ma.
chine agent, who wanted him to moke a
purchase. Unable at last to endure the
persistence of the man, Jones says he
bought a diving bell and went out four
hundred miles from land and descended
two miles into the ocean to spend a few
clays in peace. He had hardly touched
bottom when he saw the sewing machine
man coming down in the divers’ armor,
carrying with him a shuttle-feed and six
ty strong testimonials to the merits of
his button-hole attachment. Jones in
forms us that he suddenly rose to the
surface and prepared to sail home, beet
just as the ship’s anchor was being haul
ed over the side, it fell and upset the
cook’s caboose, scattering the live coals
in the powder magazine. This caused
a terrific and Mr. Jones was
blown four miles upward into the air—
this is Mr. Jones’ statement remember.
Just as he began coming do'fiii, he met
the machine solicitor coming up in a
balloon, with a bucked full of samples of
the lock-stitch, and a model of his patent
reversible hemmer.
When Jones fell he was picked up,
and he sailed straight for home. As the
vessel drew near the dock, Jones pei
ceived the agent standing on the wharf,
waiting for him with a “ noiseless button
hole attachment.” We thought all but
ton holes were noiseless; but Jones is
responsible. Thereupon Jones hid him
self in the cabin, and instructed the cap
tain to say that he, Jones, had died of
yellow fever on the voyage. When the
sewing machine man heard this, ho
seized a copy of a certificate from a cler
gyman’s wife, and then blew out his
brains wiith a pistff, evidently deter
mined to follow Jones into the next
world and sell him a machine at all haz
ards.
We give this for what it is worth. We
only know that Jones was educated by
his parents to believe that it is wicked to
tell a lie.—Max Adeler.
DRINKING WATER.
Drinking water is a habit; so drink
ing spirits, ale, cider, coffee, and wine.
The first is thought a necessity; but to
drink much is a habit. Some people
drink little, not because their constitu
tions require less than others, but it is
their habit. These people never perspire
so much as those who drink more. The
more that is drank, the more water
passes away, or the system would suffer.
As it is the strain affects it. The skin,
the bowe’s. the kidneys, the lungs, are
all drawn upon. The result is, as may
naturally be expected, exhaustion. For
this, the man who drinks much water,
particular during the summer, and in the
hottest weather, is less able to endure
fatigue
Tlio water is of no benefit to him—
that is the excess. It must pass away,
and this requires an effort of the sys
tem, which is the sweating process. Had
he not used the excess of water, ho
would not have perspired so ; it would
not have been there for the system to
expel. It is a habit to drink so much;
a false thirst created. We should use
what is needed. The habit of drinking
more will soon be overcome, and the per
son will feel much stronger and more ca'
pable of bearing fatigue. In winter, lit
tle fluid is needed beyond wliat our food
furnishes; in summer, some more, but
not much.
Five young Belgians lateiy laid a wa
ger that they would remain awake con
tinuously for seven days. They kept up
all manner of exciting exercises and
drank large quantities of coffee, find one
of them won tlio bet, though with the
loss of twenty-five pounds in weight.
Two fell asleep after 130 hours, one
was seized with the inflammation of the
lungs, and had to give in to save his life,
and the other fell asleep on horseback,
and then fell off and brok liis arm.
Sylvester Brown, of Ashtabula, 0.,
when adjudged not guilty of the mur ■
der of his wife, rose up and said: “ Gen
tlemen, I think I can stand the sir da-wa
ter on this!”
To take iron rust out of muslin, moist
en it with the juice of a lemon; then put
on salt and expose to the sun. It may
need more than one application. This
application will only answer for white
goods.
“What do you ask for that article?”
inquired an old gentleman of a pretty
shop girl.
“ Five shillings.”
“Ain’t you a little dear?”
“Why,” she replied, blushing, “all the
young men tell me so.”
m
A badgering lawyer asked a witness
which side of the street he lived on.
“On either side, sir,” was the reply; “if
you go one way it’s on the right side, if
you go the other way it’s on the left.”
Note by a chiropodist —in the country
for the first time—“ Must be very pair
ful—corn in the ear.”
Music washes away from the soul the
dust of everyday life.