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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. REPAIRING EXECUTED PROMPTLY (Blnnlon TtttoiuftG Cards. LIBHT CARRIAGES & BUSBIES. 41" J..F. AULD, Carriage ffI^AiiUFACT’R ELBERTOxI, GEORGIA. BEST WORKMEN ! BEST WORK! LOWEST PRICES! Good Buggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O Common Buggies - - - SIOO. REPAIRING AND BLACKSMITH TNG Work done in this line in the very best style. The Best Harness My22-1v T. M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD SWIFT & ARNOLD, (Successors to T. M. Swift,) DEALKKS IN DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, CROCKERY,’BOOTS AND SHOES, HARDWARE, &c., Public Square, EB-iBERTOIV GA, HTirCAIRDNER, ELBEETON, GA.. DEALF.It IN 111 SOK SEDCIIIB. HARDWARE, CROCKERY, boots, shoes, hats Notions, &o 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.