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Augusta business Cards.
SOTNEIMR,
DEALER IN
WINES, LIQUORS AND CI6ARS
AUGUSTA, GA.
Agent for Fr. Schleifer A Co.’i San Francisco
CALIFORNIA. BRANDY.
UHBGIH EHEQHGTT CHAMPAGNE.
E. 11. SCHNEIDER,
Augusta, Georgia.
E. 11. ROGERS,
Importer and dealer in
RIFLES, GOES PISTOLS
And Pocket Cutlery,
Ammunition of all Kinds,
245 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, GA.
REPAIRING EXECUTED PROMPTLY
WU. HOWARD 0. H. HOWARD. W.H. HOWARD, J.
W. H. HOWARD & SONS,
COTTON FACTORS
AND
commission mmm
COR. BAY AND JACKSON STS.,
AUGUSTA, GA.
Commissions for Selling Cotton $1 Per Bale.
Bagging and Ties Furnished.
ORDERS TO SELL OR HOLD COTTON STRICTLY
OBEYED.
Particular attention given to Weighing Cotton.
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J. V\ A l 1,1),
CaRKIAOeMJaIVLi’FACT'R
GLBERTOIV, GEORGIA.
BEST WORKMEN!
BEST WORK!
LOWEST PRICES!
Good Buggies, warranted, • $125 to $l6O
Common Buggies - SIOO.
REPAIRING AN I) B LACKS M ITU ING.
Work done in this line in the very best style.
Tlxe Best Harness
My22-1y
J H. DUNCAN. J. A. V. DUNCAN.
NEW FIRMTNEW GOODS!
J. H. DIM 8 BRO,
Are now opening in the northeast corner of the
Masonic building a fine stock of
DRY GOODS
Groceries, Provisions of all kinds
Hats, Shoes, Crockery, Table
and Pocket Cutlery.
In f ict, everything usually kept in a first-class
Variety Store, which we propose to sell at the
lowest cash prices, or in exchange for country
produce. We respectfully solicit the patronage
of our friends and the public.
Wo Goods Delivered till Paid for.
T - M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD
SWIFT & ARNOLD,
(Successors to T. M. Swift,)
dealers in
DRY GOODS,
GROCERIES, CROCKERY, BOOTS AND
SHOES, HARDWARE, &c.,
Pnblic Square, IE LIS BuRTON GA.
H. K. GAIRDNER,
ELBERTON, GA.,
DEALER IN
IIY Hill EIKIIK
HARDWARE, CROCKERY,
BOOTS, SHOES, HATS
Notions, &o*
H. D. SCHMIDT,
DRAPER&TAILOR
ELBERTON, GA.
jgigp-Shop over the Store of Blackwell & Son.
Express Line
TO WASHINGTON.
Running a regular mail from Elberton to Wash
ington. leave here Friday, and return Sat
urday, I am prepared to carry passen
gers or express packages either
way on accommodating terms.
11. C. EDMUNDS.
ICcCARTY & SHANNON,
GENERAL
INSURANCE
AGENTS,
EEBERTOUT. GA,
THE GAZETTE.
New Series.
Away down East, in the State of
Maine, Miss Amanda Mann was married
to Mr. A R. Nott, after a brief court
ship, of which the following correspond
ence was the most original part:
NOTT TO AMANDA.
Oh, that I could prevail, my fair, that we unite
our lot! ’
Oh, take a man, Amanda Mann, and tie a doub •
le kn >t.
Your coldness drives me to despair—what shall
I do ? ah what ?
For you I’m growing thin and spare—for you
I’m a pine Nott !
If I should hear that you had died, ’twould kill
me on the spot—
Yet only yesterday I cried, Ah ! would that she
were Nott 1
The chords and tendrils of my heart around
the fondly twine—
Amanda 1 heal this aching heart 1 Amanda, oh,
be mine 1
These very terms, as I opine, suggest uuitcil
lots—
Let’s tie, then, dear, these ccrds qnd twine in
hymeneal knots.
MISS AMANDA MANNS REPLY.
This life, we know, is but a span, hence I have
been afraid
That I should still remain A. Mann, and die at
last—a maid.
And often to myself I say, on looking round I
find,
There’s Nott, a man in every way just suited
to my mind.
I fain would whisper him apart, he’d make me
bless’d for life—
Love not, my mother often says, and so, too.
says the song—
I’ll heed the hint in future days, and love Nott
well and iong. •
Then, oh 1 let Hymen on the spot his chain
around me throw,
And bind me in a lasting knot, tied with a
single beau.
THE FOWEROF TRUTH.
The following beautiful illustration of
the simplicity and power of truth, is told
by an eye witness of the scene in one of
the higher courts:
A little girl nine years of age, was off
ered as a witness against a prisoner who
was on trial for a felony committed in
her father’s house.
“Now, Emily,” said the counsel for
the prisoner, upon her being offered as
a witness, I desire to know if you under
stand the nature of an oath? ’
“I don’t know what you mean,” was
the reply.
“There, your Honor,” said the counsel,
“is anything farther necessaiy to demon
strate the validity of my objection ?
This witness should be rejected. She
Joes not comprehend the nature of an
oath.”
“Let us see.” said the Judge. Come
here, my daughter.”
Assured by the kind tone and manner
of the Judge, the child stepped toward
him, and looked confidingly up in his
face, with a calm, clear eye, and in a
manner so artless and frank, that went
straight to the heart.
“Did you ever take an oath ?” inquir
ed the Judge. The little girl stepped
back with a look of horror, and the red
blood mantled in a blush all over her
face and she answered:
“No, sir.”
She thought that he intended to in
quire if she blasphemed.
“I do not mean that,” said the Judge,
who saw her mistake. “I mean were you
ever a witness before ?”
“No, sir, I never was in court be
fore.”
He handed her a Bible.
“Do you know that book, my daught
er ?”
“She looked at it and answered, “Yes,
it’s the Bible.”
“Do you ever read it ?” the Judge ask
ed.
“Yes, sir, I read it every morning and
evening.”
“Can you tell me what the Bible is ?”
asked he.
“It is the word of the great God,’’ she
answered.
“Well, place your hand upon this Bi
ble and listen to what I sayand he re
peated slowly and solemnly the oath
usually administered to those who are
witnesses.
“Now, you have sworn as a witness.—
Will you tell me what will befall you if
you do not tell the truth?”
“ I shall be shut up in the State’s pris
on,” answered the child.
“ Anything else ?” asked the judge.
“ I shall never go to heaven,” she re
plied.
“How do you know this?” asked the
judge.
EL.BERTON, GEORGIA* FEBRUARY ll* 1874.
The child took the Bible, and turning
rapidly to the Ten Commandments,
pointed to the injunction, “ Thou shalt
not bear false witness against thy neigh
bor,” saying “I learned that before I
could read.”
“Has any one talked to you about
your being a witness in court here against
this man ?” enquired the judge.
“Yes, sir,” she replied; “my mother
heard they wanted me to be a witness,
and last night she called me to her
room, and asked me to tell her the Ten
Commandments, and then we kneeled
down together, and she prayed that I
might understand how wicked it was to
bear false witness against my neighbor,
and that God would help me, a little
child, to tell the truth as it was before
him. And when I came up here with
father, she kissed me and told me to re
member the ninth commandment, and
that God would hear every word that I
said.”
“Do you believe this?” asked the
judge, while a tear glistened in his eye,
and his lips quivered with emotion.
‘ Yes, sir,” said the child, with a voice
and manner that showed her conviction
of its truth was perfect.
“ God bless you, my child,” said the
judge, “you have a good mother. This
witness is competent,” he continued.
“ Were I on trial for my life, and inno
cent of the charge against me, I would
pray God for such a witness as this. Let
her be examined.”
She told the story with the simplicity
of a child, as she was, but there was a
directness about it which carried convic
tion of its truth to every heart. She was
rigidly cross-examined. The counsel
plied her with infinite and ingenious
questioning, but she varied from her first
statement in nothing. The truth as
spoken by that little child was sublime.
Falsehood and perjury had preceded her
testimony. This prisoner had entrenched
himself in lies till he deemed himself im
pregnable. Witnesses bad falsified facts
in his favor, and villainy had manufact
ured for him a sham defence. But be
fore her testimony falsehood was scat
tered like chaff. The little child for
whom a mother had prayed for strength
to be her to speak the truth as it
was before God, broke the cunning de
vice of matufed villainy to pieces like
a potter’s vessel. The strength that her
mother prayed for was given her, and th*
sublime and terrible simplicity—terrible.
I mean, to the prisoner and his
—with which she spoke was like a reve
lation from God himself.
A TRIBUTE TO * CONFEDERATE SOL
DIERS.
The New York Sun, in taking strong
ground against the increase of the Uni
ted States army, compares the material
of the Union army during the late war
with that of the Confederates, and says:
“The quality of the Confederate sol
diers effectually disposes of the plea that
it is necessary to keep the regular army
as a nucleus. On the Union side was
the entire rank and file of the old army.
Of that force the rebels had only officers.
The Confederate rank and file was com
posed wholly of raw men, and, in the
first two years of the war, volunteers.
Yet what an infantry they were! Those
of us who saw them charge in line of
battle never approach a Confederate
cemetery without taking off our hats in
homage to the devoted braves who ever
walked straight into the jaws of death
without blenching.”
On January 12, Charles Butt, the
young fanner who shot his sweetheart,
and Bailey, the tradesman, and the wo
man Barry, who assisted Bailey in poi
soning his illegitimate infant, were
executed at Gloucester, England. The
executioner was a physician named An
derson, who does the business for the
love of the thing and hands the fees to
Calcraft.
—
The physicians who left Philadelphia
to make an autopsy of the Siamese twins
at Mount Airy, were profoundly myste
rious in their movements and stated that
their proceedings at Mount Airy would
be kept secret until their return to Phil
adelphia. It is generally conceded that
the physicians have agreed to pay a con
siderable sum for the privilege of mak
ing the autopsy, and that it will be done
in the most private manner.
A man has invented a little machine
for removing the shells from chestnuts
and pea nuts. It is made to fit over the
nose; the breath passing from the nos
trils furnishes the motive power; the
nuts are dropped into the hopper on
top, and the meat or shelled nut is
dropped into the mouth of the eater be
low. It is noiseless in its working, and
gentlemen or ladies who have been de
barred from attending church because
they were not allowed to “crunch’ nuts,
can now experience anew pleasure.
The Richmond Enquirer says hun
dreds of well to-do English families are
preparing to emigrate to Virginia in the
spring. Land has already been pur
chased by Englishmen in Amelia county
to the extent of $60,000, and the settlers
are well pleased to own their farms in
stead of renting land at home for $25
an acre.
Andrew Jackson was accused of bad
spelling, but John Randolph defended
him by declaring that “a man must be a
fool who could not spell a word more
ways than one.”
SITTING UP WITH HER.
She was expecting him Sunday night;
the parlor curtains were down, the old
folks notified that it was healthy to go
to bed at 8 o’clock, and Johnny bribed
with a cent to permit himself to be
tucked away at sundown. He sneaked
up the path, one eye on the dog, and
the other watching for the “old man”
who didn’t like him any too well, gave
a faint knock at the door, and it was
opened, and he was escorted into the
parlor. He said he couldn’t stay but a
minute, though he didn’t mean to go
home for hours. She wanted to know
how his mother was; if his father had
returned from York State; if his brother
Bill’s rheumatism was any better, and
he went over and sat down on the sofa
so as not to strain his voice. The con
versation flagged, and he played with
his hat, and she nibbled at the sofa tidy.
He finally said it was a beautiful even
ing, and she replied that her grand
father predicted a snow-storm. He said
he guessed it wouldn’t snow, as the moon
was not crooked enough to hang a powder
horn on the end, and she said she didn’t
believe it would either. This mutual
understanding seemed to give them both
courage, and then he wanted to know if
she had seen Bill Jones lately. She
hadn’t she said, and she didn’t want to.
Then they went on talking about the
donation visit which was to be given be
fore long to Elder Berry, and he care
lessly dropped his hand on hers—his
right hand, while his left arm sneaked
along the sofa and got behind her shoul
ders. She pretended not to notice it,
and he looked down at his boots and
wanted to know if she thought mutton
tallow rotted out his boots faster than
lard or lampblack. She couldn’t say,
but she had an idea that it did. He had
just commenced to hook fingers with
her, when she discovered something
ailed the lamp. She rose up, and turned
the light down a half, making the room
look dim. It took him five minutes to
get hold of her fingers again, and she
pretended to want to draw her hand
away all the time. After a long pause,
he lowered his voice to a whisper, and
said he didn’t see what made folks love
each other. She bit her handkerchief
and admitted her ignorance. He said
that he could name a dozen young men
who were going to get married right
away, and his arm fell down and gave
her a hug. Then he went over and
looked out of the window to make sure
that it was or was not going to snow,
and coming back, he turned the light
down a little more, and then sat down,
and wanted to know if she didn’t want
to rest herself by leaning her head on
his shoulder.
Ah, me 1 We have all been there, and
who of us cared a cent when the old
clock struck twelve, and we five miles
from home? The old man was fast
asleep, the watch-dog gone a visiting,
and the handsomest girl in the country
didn’t see why we need be in a hurry.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have written o£
this, but as I was going by Saunders r
the other day, thinking of the night I
heard him whisper in her ear at spelling
school that he’d love her very shadow as
long as he lived, he raised the window
and called to her, as she was picking up
chips in the road:
“Sue Saunders, come in here and find
the bar’s grease for my sore heel, or I’ll
break every bone in your body.
The original doubter is Abraham Wil
broi, an Ohio millionaire octogenarian.
It is said that when Abraham was a lad
he was sent with the other children to
an infant school kept by a “schoolmarm.”
She showed him the letter A, and told
him its name. “How do you know its
A?” said he. “Why,” said she, “when I
was a very little girl I went to school to
a good, kind, white-haired old man, and
he told me it was A.” “How did he
know ?” asked Abraham. ‘ Oh,” said she,
“they taught it to him when he was a
little boy like you.” “How did they
know ?” again the lad propounded.
Though he did not formulate the propo
sition, he evidently felt that it was taken
for granted the very matter to be proved,
and he has ever since remained firm in
the logical conviction, and makes the
sign of a cross when he draws a check.
“AN AFFECTING MEETING.”
Eighteen years ago a sturdy young
Englishman left his native land and his
wife and little child to seek in America
fame and money. Coming to Patterson,
he found money, at least, and something
besides, and at last became the envied
owner of a flourishing beer saloon at
Prospect and Boudinot streets, and of
some other property, it is said. Two or
three days ago his wife and child (now
grown up) arrived in Patterson; and
found the husband and father from
whom they had been separated for eigh
teen years. The meeting was looked
forward to with feelings of emotion.
The wife thought it best to have a
stranger present at the interview, and
so got Mr. Robert McCulloch to accom
pany her. They entered the saloon,
they saw the husband, but alas! the re
ception of his wite was anything but
cordial. In short, it transpired that he
had been married in Patterson, and had
five children of Patterson birth. He
offered his wife SSO to “clear out,” but
she said nothing lesß than SI,OOO would
be any inducement, and there the mat
ter rests. —[Paterson Press.
Vol. 11-ISTo. 41.
Some parties in Columbus who hold
a claim for $500,000 against that city,
growing out of the affairs of the old
Chattahoochee Banks, are willing to com
promise for SI,OOO.
An Indian once tried the softness of
feathers by laying one on a rock and
stretching himself upon it. There are
some people who try the virtue of adver
tising on the same plan.
The Detroit Free Press says that if
you fire a shot-gun in any direction in
this country you will hit a poet. To
which the Ohio State Journal replies:
“We want a shot gun.”
A prisoner in a petty court was asked
by the judge if he had any counsel.
“Yes,” he said, “I had engaged an old
bald-headed fellow to defend me, but I
don’t see him round, and I rather guess
he’s out for a drink.”
Some melancholy-minded burglars re
cently entered an undertaker’s shop and
stole a coffin. The proprietor announces
that if any of them will come again he
will furnish them with a corpse to put in
it.
An inebriated Irishman, on being
kindly questioned in a very narrow lane,
across which he was reeling, as to the
length of the road he had traveled, re
plied: “Faith, it’s not so much the
length of it as the breadth of it that
tired me.”
The Glasgow (Ky.) Times is respon
sible for the following : “An old darkey
was riding a blind horse, the other day,
with his wife behind him. A fellow on
the roadside sung out: ‘Hallo, old fel
low, I see you have got your aunty up.’
‘Yes, I’ve done more’n dat—l've strad
died the blind,’ said the old sportsman,
with a clever grin.”
Old Billy W was dying. He -was
a a ignorant man, and a very wicked one.
Dr. D , an excellent physician and a
very pious man, was attending him.
The old fellow asked for bread. The
Doctor approached the bedside, and, in
a very solemn tone, remarked:
“My dear fellow, man cannot live by
bread alone.”
“No,” said the old fellow, slightly re
viving ; “he’s ’bleeged to have a few weg
etables.”
The subject was dropped.
A Salem, Mass., newspaper recalls the
fact that the Siamese Twins were ar
rested at Lynnfield, Mass., in August,
1831, for breach of the peace. While
staying for a few days at the hotel, en
joying themselves fishing on the pond
and shooting in the woods, with a young
Englishman as an attendant, they were
much annoyed by the eager curiosity of
visitors, who disturbed their intended
seclusion. Col. Elbridge Gerry and a
Mr. Prescutt of Stoneham went toward
them in a field, but were warned to keep
away. Irritating words followed, and
the twins, after firing a blank cartridge,
struck the Colonel with the butt of a
gun.
DON’T BE INQUISITIVE.
“Here’s yer nice roast chicken,” cried
an aged colored man as the cars stopped
at a North Carolina railway station near
Charlotte.
“Here’s yer nice roast chick’n taters,
all nice and hot;” holding up his plate
and walking the platform.
“Where did you get that chicken?”
asked a passenger.
Uncle looks at the intruder sharply,
and then turns away, crying—
“ Here’s yer nice roast chick’n, gentle
men, all hot; needn’t go in de house for
dat.”
“Where did you get that chicken ?”
repeated the inquisitive passenger.
“Look-a-yer,” says uncle, speaking
privately, “is you from de Norf?”
“Yes.”
“Is you a friend ob de cullud man ?”
“I hope I am.”
“Den don t you nebber ask me wbar
I got dat chick’n agin. Here’s your nice
roast chick’n, all hot.”
An amusing scene, says the Journal
de Paris, took place recently at the the
atre of Toulouse. An honest country
man was present to see a play for the
first time in his life. A melodrama full
of terrible incidents was being performed.
One scene represented a storm. The
theatre was sombre, and the stage was
fitted up as the hall of an old chateau.
All at once flashes illuminated the scene.
Our countryman devoutly makes the
sign of the cross, according to the cus
tom of his compatriots. Then thunder
growls. Another sign of the cross. Fi
nally one of the personages in the drama
precipitates himself on to the stage,
shaking his cloak, and crying, “Mon
Dieu, what terrible hail!” At these
words the peasant springs over the
benches and makes his escape from the
theatre, groaning aloud, “Mon Dicu,
what will become of our poor vines!”
Arriving in the street, the countryman
was surprised to find that the moon was
shining brightly.
History repeats itself in this quotation
from a newspaper printed one hundred
years ago: “It is computed that no less
than one hundred and twenty considera
ble merchants, bankers and traders have
been absolutely ruined since June, 1772,
owing to speculation, bad bills, and every
•pecies of deceitful credit.
A BIG GAME AT MARBLES.
There was a match made in the twenty
second Ward to shoot 1,000 marbles for
SSOO. The competitors were the well
known butcher, John McKewen, and
Fritz, the barber. McKewen weighs
850. He is about five feet elsven, and
before he grew so fat was one of the
best made men ever seen. He has been
an athlete of note in his day. Fritz is
a famous German barber in Seventh av
enue, near Fiftieth street. They call
him Dutch Fritz. He weighs 180
pounds, is five feet ten, well made, and
fine looking. They are both brunettes,
but McKewen is rosy, while Fritz is
pale and sallow. In spite of his size,
McKewen is decidedly the handsomer
man.
The match was made in Fritz’s shop
early on Monday morning while Mc-
Kewen was being shaved. Fritz’s little
boys were shooting marbles in the shop,
and McKewen eyeing the sport while
enjoying his shave, said: “I was the
best marble shot in my day in this
ward.”
“I’ll bet you weren’t any better at that
than I,” said Fritz. “No boy could
plump out the taws by the side of me.”
“I’ll bet I could have beat you,” said
McKewen.
“I’ll bet you could not do it now,” re
torted Fritz.
“What’ll you bet?’’ said McKewn,
“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” said
Fritz.
“Done," said McKewn, and the details
of the match were quickly arranged. It
was agreed by their friends that the two
should shoot at 1,000 marbles, and the
man who plumped out 600 marbles first
should be declared the winner.
The news flew around the neighbor
hood and a crowd gathered so rapidly,
it was necessary to shut the doors of
the barber’s shop and admit only a lim
ited number of spectators. Mr. Bogert,
a mutual friend, was referee. A ring
was chalked on the floor, and the rules
of the game were settled. They tossed
a penny to decide whether they should
shoot 25 marbles at each inning, or 100.
Fritz was in favor of 100 marbles. But
McKewen’s friends would not agree on
account of his size. So great is his
obesity he was obliged to shoot in a pe
culiar position. Eveiy time he stooped
to shoot it was necessary for another
man to be ready with a chair, which he
placed in front of McKewen to support
him, as he knelt on one knee and sent
his alleo spinning over the five yards at
the taws in the ring. The penny came
down for 25 shots to the inning, and
McKewen’s backers began to book their
bets. Another toBS decided that he
should have the first shot, and the bet
ting on him was 100 to 80. McKewen
led off, shooting at his 25 marbles, hit
ting 10 and missing 15, which were
scoi-td to him. Fritz followed, hitting
8 and missing 17. Bets on McKewen
rose, 125 to 75. The next round Mc-
Ke-ven was not so skillful, perhaps too
much elated, striking 13 marbles out of
the ring. Fritz was more careful, and
plumped out 24. This sent the betting
up 2 to 1 in the Dutchman’s favor.
The game continued with varied suc
cess, sometimes one being the favorite
and sometimes the other, until the ex
piration of half the score, with Fritz
ahead 10 marbles. Time, 3 hours and
40 minutes, and both men exhausted.
They took an hour for rest and refresh
ments.
When the men appeared in the room
for the second inning, much to the sur
prise of all, McKewen looked as fresh
as a rose, and calm and cool as a May
morning. Fritz looked a little too ex
cited for the knowing ones. McKewen
led off, hitting 15, missing 10. The
sturdy German followed, reducing his
score by hitting 7 and missing 18. The
scores varied; but the advantage was
clearly on the fat man’s side as the
game progressed. The butcher won by
his great powers of endurance. Fritz
became so thoroughly exhausted by the
seventh hour that it was necessary to
give him strong stimulants. McKewen
took pure water. Both men suffered,
but were game to the last. When nine
hours had elapsed, McKewen was 100
marbles ahead, and in 27 minutes and
35 seconds more the referee decided that
the game was ended by the fat man’s,
having scored 600. Fritz’s score stood
469, making McKewen the winner by
131 marbles, amid the tumultuos ap
plause of all, even the Dutchman’s
backers.—[N. Y. Sun.
A DEFINITION OF AN EDITOR.
We have seen many definitions of
many names, words and phrases, but the
following of an editor, given by Josh
Billings, is about the best we ever yet
encountered:
“An editor is a male being whoze
business iz to navigate a nuze paper.
He writes editorials, grinds out poetry,
inserts deths and weddings, sorts out
manuskrips, keeps a waste basket, blows
up the ‘deril,’ steals matter, fites other
people’s battles, sells hiz papers for a
dollar and fifty cents a year, takes white
beans and apple-sass for pay when he
kan git it, razes a large family, works
19 hours out ov every 24, knows no Sun
day, gits damned by everybody, and
once in a while whipt by sumbody, lives
poor, dies middle-aged, and often broken
hearted, leaves no money, iz rewarded
for a life ov toil with a short but free
obituary puff in the nusepapers. Ex
changes please copy..
