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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. §woiiw Cavite. umif^ 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..