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PROFESSIONAL LARDS. SHANNON & WORLEY, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, ELBERTON, GA. WILL PRACTICE IN TIIE COURTS OF the Northern Circuit and Franklin county jggySpecial attention given to collections. J. S. BARNETT, ATTORNEY AT LAW, SLBERTOH, GA. JOHN T. OSBORN, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR AT LAW, ELBERTON, GA. WILL PRACTICE IN SUPERIOR COURTS and Supreme Court. Prompt attention to the collection of claims. nevlT.ly L. J. GARTRELL, ATTORNEY AT LAW, ATLANTA , GA, PRACTICES IN THE UNITED STATES Clß cuit and District Courts at Atlanta, and Supreme and Superior Courts of the State. ELBERTON BUSINESS CARDS. REAL ESTATE AGENTS ELBERTON GA. WILL attend to the business of effecting sales and purchases of REAL ESTATE as Agents, on REASONABLE TERMS. Applications should be made to T. J. BOWMAN. Sepls-tf LIGHT CARRIAGES & BUGGIES. J. R l . (JaRRIAHE^AiWFACT’R ELBERTON, GEORGIA. WITH GOOD WORKMEN ! LOWEST PRICES! CLOSE PERSONAL ATTENTION TO BUSINESS, and an EXPERIENCE OF 27 YEARS, He hopes by honest and fair dealing to compete any other manufactory. Good Buggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O R I<]PAIRING AND BLACKSMITHING. Work done in this line in the very best style. Tlie Rest Harness TERMS CASH. My 22-1 v .1. M.^B^E’IELD, THE REAL LIVE Fashionable Tailor, Up-Stairs, over Swift & Arnold's Store, ELBERTON, GEORGIA. JEST Call and. See ILim. THE ELBERTON DRUG STORE H. 0. EDMUNDS, Proprietor. Has always on hand a full line of Pure Drugs and Patent Medicines Makes a specialty of STATIONERY a „d PERFUMERY Anew assortment of WRITING PAPER & ENVELOPES Plain and fancy, just received, including a sup ply ot LEGxAL CAP. CIGARS AND TOBACCO of all varieties, constantly on band. F. A. F. NOB LETT, mmmhi imoi, ELBERTON, GA. Will contract for work in STONE and BRICK anywhere in Elbert county [jelG 6m CENTRAL HOTEL MRS. AY. M THOMAS, PROPRIETRESS, 4UGUSTA GA w. H. ROBERTS, CARPENTER & BUILDER ELBSRTOK; GA. I HAVE located in t elberton where I will be prepared to do all work in my line as cheap as any good workman can afford. Con tracts respectfully solicited. gggf* Shop on the west side of and near the jail. Coffins Made to Order. THOS! A. CHANDLER, (Clerk Superior Court,) Special attention paid to the COLLECTION OF CLAIMS, THE several parties I now hold claims against will save trouble and expense by settling immediately. nov.24,tf THE ELBERT'ON= AIR-LINE HOUSE IS NOW OPENED BY G. W. BRISTOL & WIFE, ON the corner of the Public Square, opposite the Globe Hotel. Terms reasonable. In connection with the House is a GOOD STABLE, attended by good hostlers. THE GAZETTE. ISTew Series. DISINFECTING A BATTLEFIELD. Here is a horrible description of how the stage has to be cleared after the curtain has ftillen upon one of the acts of that vast tragedy called “war.” It was a hideous and terrible drama, that disinfecting of the battlefield of Sedan, and one that might furnish the fearful text of a chapter entitled “The Horrors of Glory.” A Belgian physician, Dr. Guillery, has recounted the principal facts in a report published at Brussels. Historians never show any thing but the radience of the battle field. The realism of these works dis plays its hideousness and its corruption. You dream of glory? Look and behold a charnel house ! Seven months after the first of September, 1870, the stench was so great around the battlefield that the public health was in danger. Bel gium became alarmed. Prince Orloff wrote to M. Berardi that in the eigh teenth century, in a war of the Turks against the Persians, swarms of in sects, nourished on decayed flesh, brought a frightful epidemic intfc Russian provinces a hunched times fur ther from the battlefields than Brussels is from Sedan. It was necessary to hur ry, for the peasants had hurried many bodies, both men and horses, in sum mary fashion. The exhalations were horrible. People took in their hands a little yellow snow, charged with bubbles of gas, and when it melted it diffused an odor of corpess. Then, in March, 1871, men dug and opened in the fields under the tumuli of the dead. Feet still cov ered with huge boots and half decayed faces appeared here and there. Hor rible things were discovered. A dog died at LaMoncelle from havidg half devoured a corpse. The miasma of the battle gavo fevers to the poor. “The dead avenged themselves,” as Corneille says. After having disinterred the corpses they were burned. Pitch mingled with petroleum was poured over these re mains, and then chloride of lime.— Then all was fired. From time to time a detonation was heard in the lire. It was some cartouch still inclosed in a cartouch box attached to a corpse, and which exploded, as though these enemies would fain continue the com bat after death. And it was by thou sands that these dead men, born to bh happy beloved, and to kiss the rosy cheeks of their 'children, were buried there. Two hundred and seventy trenches, disinfected by M. Trouet, i contained 6,000 corpses. That was not all. M. Michel disinfected 902 trenches, and M. Creteur 3,213. Calculate, there fore how many corpses these tumuli con tained. Detroit Fre3 Press: Hundreds of people yesterday remaked that it seemed just like spring weather. The rain, and mist, and fog, and the pub lic expressions probably put the idea into the Starling boys head. He came down town and bought a stuff ed robbin at a store, went home and placed it on the limb of a shade-tree, and when the father came home to dinner his attention was called to the fact that the spring birds had re turned. “Good gracious me! be exclaim ed, as he put on his spectacles and saw the robin. ,‘Winter is over, isn’t it 1” inquired Mrs. Starling. “Of course it is. Well that beats me. You might as well take the money I laid up for more coal and fix the children up with new shoes.— While the old man was combing bis hair for dinner Tom put the bird ou the gate-post and his father saw the second robin, and exclaimed: “Eliza, if and poor folks come around here give ’em half those ’taters in the cellar for the weather’ll be hotter'n blazes in less shan a month.” Before the innocent man shoved back from the table the bird was roosting on a shrub, but careless handing had pull ed all the tail feathers out. “That can't be a robin,” mused the old man, and he put on his hat and went out and lifted the bird from the limb. While Tom was flying down the alley. How he came out last night the public may never know. A Southern Preacher.— The Rev. Samuel Clawson, a Methodist preacher I of eccenti’ic manners, some times called the “wild man” was very popular in Vir ginia some twenty years ago. He was cross-eyed and wiry made, and very dark-skinned for a white man. At times surprisingly eloquent, always excitable, and occasionally extravagant. He once accompanied a brother minister, Rev. Mr. R, a prominent pastor, to a colored church. Mr. R. gave the colored preach er the hint, and of course Clawson was invited to preach. He did so, and dur ing the sermon set the impulsive Afri cans to shouting all over the House. This, in turn, set Clawson to extrava gant words and actions, and he leaped from the pulpit like a deer, and began to shake hands with the colored brethren and mix up quite happily. He wept for joy. Then pressing through the crowd he found Brother R , and, sitting down beside him, he threw his arms about his neck, and with tears streaming down his cheeks, he said: “Brother R., I almost wish I had been born a nigger. These folks have more religion that we have.” “Well, well,” said Brother R, “you came so near that you needn't cry about it.” ESTABLISHED 1859. ELBERTON, GEORGIA, APRIL, 5, 1876. BUYING A GOW. Deacon Smith’s wagon stopped one morning before Widow Jones’ door, and he gave the usual country sign that he wanted somebody in the bouse by drop ping the reins and sitting double with his elbows on his knees. Out tripped the widow, lively as a cricket, with a tremendous black ribbon on her snow white cap. “Good morning” was said on both sides, and the widow waited si lently for what was further to be said or done. “Well, ma’am Jones, perhaps you do not want to sell one of your cows, now, for nothing, any way, do you ?” “Well, there, Mister Smith, you could not have spoken my mind better. A poor lone woman like me does not know what to do with so many creturs, and should be glad to trade if we can fix it.” So they adjourned to the meadow. Deacon Smith looked at Roan—then at the widow—the Brin die —then at the widow—at the Downing cow—then at the widow again—and so through the whole forty. The same call was made every day for a week, but the deacon could not decide which cow he wanted. At length, on Saturday, when the Wid ow Jones was in a hurry to get through her baking for Sunday—and had “ever so much to do in the house,” as all farm ers’ wives and widows have on Saturday —she was a little impatient. Deacon Smith was as irresolute as ever. “That ’ere Downing cow is a pretty fair cretur,” said he, “but”—he stopped to glance at the widow’s face, and then walked around her—not the widow —but the cow. “The Downing cow I knew before the late Mr. Jones bought her.” Here he signed at the allusion to the late Mr. Jones; she sighed, and both looked at each other. It was a highly interesting moment. “Old Roan is a faithful old milch, and so is Brindle—but I have known bet ter.” Along staro succeeded Lis speech —the pause was getting awkward—and at last Mrs. Jones broke out : “Law ! Mr. Smith, if I'm the cow you want, do say so !” The intentions of the deacon and the Widow Jones were published the next day. LET THE MAN OUT. The lata Rev. Dr. Wiglitman, one night sitting later than usual, sunk in the profundities of a great folio tome, imagined he heard a sound in the kitchen inconsistent with the quietude and security of a mouse, and so taking his candle, he proceeded to investigate the cause His foot being heard in the lobby, the housekeeper began, with all earnest ness, to cover the fire, as if preparing for bed. “Ye’re up late to-night, Mary.” “I’m jist rakin, the fire, sir, and gaun to bed.” “That's right, Mary; I like timeous hours.” On his way back to the study he passed the coal closet, and, turning the key, took it with him. Next morning, at an early hour, there was a rap at his bed-room door, and a request for the key, to put a fire on. “Ye’re too soon up, Mary; go back to your bed yet. Half an hour later there was another knock,'and a similar request, in order to prepare for breakfast. “I don’t want to breakfast so soon, Mary ; go back to your bed.” Another half hour, and then another knock, with an entreaty for the key, as it was washing day. This was enough. He arose and hand ed out the key, saying : “Go and let the man out.” Mary’s sweetheart had been impris oned all night in the coal closet, as the preacher shrewdly suspected, where, Pyramis £and Thisbe-like, they had breathed their love through the key hole. THE NIGGER’S LAST HOPE. As some negro emigrants were waving their adieux from the car window yes terday afternoon, old Si, who was stand ing at the Kimball house corner, re marked: ‘■Oh, yes; you niggers wabe yqur handkerchers now, but bimeby you’ll hab sumfin else a wabing in de cold, chilly wind, you mind me !” “Whar’s dey gwine ter ?” asked anoth er darkey in the crowd. “ 'Migratin' to Massippi, dey sez,” re plied another. “Well, dey’ll do fust rate out dar, kase one ob dem emmergrant agints told me dat dey gibs a field hand two dollars a day an’ feeds him, out dar !" said the first negro. “Shot ver mouf, boy !” exclaimed old Si, savagely. “Well, he did.” “Sposen he did, nigger ? Don’t you know dat’s all a blamed lie fer to git you fool darkies out dar in de cotton fields. Two dollars an’ feed ? You’d be lucky ter git feed! Dey tried to stuff dis nig ger wid dat two dollar biziness but I know’d dem folks out dar warn’t settin’ poor black niggers up in de bankin’ biz ness, no, sh! Dis hyar Georgy is de place for me, kase I’m tellin’ yer when yer git too fur away from de old mars ter and de ole heme you's away frum de only freedman’s bank whar de nigger is got left now!” As one of the listeners remarked, “Dar is sence fur ye!” I * DID HE PROPOSE ? It was midnight. The young man had farewelled himself out, and Emeline had locked the door and was untying her shoes, when her mother came down stairs with a bedquilt arcund her, and said: “You wanted to creep up stairs with out my hearing you, eh ? Didn’t think I knew it was an hour after midnight, did you ?" The girl made no reply, and the moth er continued: “Did he propose this time ?” “Why—mother!” exclaimed the daugh ter. “You can Svhy, mother’ all you like to, but don’t I know that he has been coming here for the last year ? Don’t I know that you’ve burned up at least four tons of coal courtin round here, eh ?” The girl got her shoes off, and the mother stood in the stair door and ask ed : “Emeline, have you got any grit?” “I guess so.” “I guess you haven’t. I just wish that a fellow with false teeth and a mole on his chin would come sparking me.— Do you know what would happen, Emo line ?” “No.” “Well, I’ll tell you. He’d come to time in sixty days or he’d get out of this mansion like a goat jumping for sunflow er seeds.” Emeline went to bed to reflect over the matter. THE LODGE. It got so at last that his wife began to wonder what business “the Lodge” had on hand that it should meet four or five times per week. He was out’four nights a week until eleven o’clock, and be came home with redness in his eyes and step was unsteady as hs passed down the hall. He said “the 'Lodge” busi ness was mighty hard on the muscles, and that candidates were coming in by hundreds. One night he groaned out in his sleep, and- talked about “the right bower,” and yelled out “spades J” and the wife wondered still more. The oth er evening she took a position where she could see who went up stairs into the Lodge rooms. Her husband passed by a©d entered a place where rows of bot tnk adorirthe shelves, and coffee 'and spice star.<d in saucers on the counter to purify the breath. When she went in he was onp of four at a table. Each one of the four were looking at the pictures on some cards. “So this is the lodge, is it ?” she in quired, as she stood before him. He was caught, and he resolved to make a clean breast of it. He laid t his cards down, rose up and gave her his arm, and said: “I won't lie to you, Mary. This is not the lodge room ; This is where we stop for a minute to beat the blasted enemies of our craft out of their surplus greenbacks. When I come home to night, Mary, I’ll bring that shawl you spoke of.” The regularity with which that man now stays at home every evening in the week is astonishing. HOW MEATS ARE KEPT. It may interest our readers to know how meats are kept fresh for the Eng lish market during a voyage across the Atlantic The process is protected by letters patent on both sides of the ocean, and the proprietors have shown a desire to have the public generally acquainted with it. A traveler who crossed the At lantic last winter in the steamer on which the first experiment was made writes as follows: A New York bus iness man, interested in the company and interested with the management of this first venture, was one of the pas sengers. He not only made no “trade secret, of the enterprise he was engaged in, but took those of his fellow passen gers who seemed interested in the sub ject (myself among them) to the part of the steamer where the refrigerator was placed, opening the door and explained every point in principle and practical working as clearly as possible. The principle is extremely simple, and it in volves no chemical process or application of any kind. To keep fresh meat sound and sweet dur.ng the ten or twelve days needed to cross the ocean it is necessary merely to keep it dry and cool, whithout freezing it. Tnis was the entire problem before the inventor, and he has solved it by purely meachanical means. The meat being in one part of the refrigera tor and the ice in another, a fan, worked day and night by a small engine, keeps a constant steam of air passing over the meat and the ice alternately- This is the whole process, and there is no secret, back of it. Of course the air from the ice keeps the meat cool, but not as low as the freezing point. If in passing through the meat chamber the air takes up the slightest moisture this is necessarily condensed iuto water as soon as it reaches the ice again and it flows away in runaways at the bottom of the ice chamber when collected in sufficint quantity.” ■ Mrs. L. G. Wasson writes, she says, at great peril to herself, that the Geor gia penitentiary convicts are lashed and strained so that several have died. Pierrepont sent the letter to Senator Clayton, saying that it affects United ; States prisoners. The Senate Judiciary Comir'ttee will investigate the matter. Yol. IY.-No. 49. DEEP PLOWING. On the seventh of last May, says a correspondent, we commenced plowing eight acres of stalk ground for corn. We plowed about two days, when we broke the new point on the plow. Having but one new point, and being unable to ob tain any for several days, we put on an old one. With the new point we plowed about eight inches deep—at least two inches deeper than the field had ever been plowed before. the oil point we could plow no deeper than the field had been plowed. The corn rows were marked out one way across the strip of land that was plowed deep When we came to husk the corn, we ob tained ten bushels of sound ears for one of the soft on this strip ; but on both sides, on the shallow plowing, it was one fourth soft. I think that during the wet weather of July and August the deep plowing furni bed better drainage, draw ing off the water to a greater depth. Too much water is as injurious to corn as too little. Probably some oho who believes in skimming the ground over, three or four iuches deep can explain it otherwise. We would be glad to hear from them. HOW HE BECAME A LAWYER. A day or two ago, when a young man entered a Detroit lawyer’s office to study law, the Free Press says, the practitioner sat down beside him and said : Now, see here, I have no time to fool away, and if you don't pan out well I won’t keep you here thirty days. Do you want to make a good law yer ?” “Yes, sir.” “Well, now listen. Be polite to old people, because they bave cash. Be good to the boys, because they are growing up to a cash basis. Work in with reporters and get puffs. Go to church for the sake of example. Don't fool any time away on poetry, and don’t even look at a girl until you can plead a case. If you can follow these instructions you will succeed. If you cannot, go and learn to be a doctor and kill your best friends.” POINTS IN COEN CULTURE. A corn grower in the corn State of Il linois makes the following points: Ist. In the fall and winter the ground should be plowed from eight to ten inch es deep, but in the spring from four to six inches is deep enough. It dooo not pay to go down in search of anew farm at that time of the year. 2. It does not pay to plow corn stalks under in the spring unless the land is wet or liable to bake. 3d. Corn, drilled one stalk in a hill, does not grow so strong at first, and is harder to keep clean than if planted two or more together. 4th. Corn checked and plowed both ways is injured more by storms and drought than if drilled. sth. Two stalks every two feet has proved the best with me. 6th. Corn that is well harrowed and then plowed twice will be cleaner and grow better than if plowed three times without being harrowed. We should be pleased to hear the views of our corn growing readers on the cultivation of this important staple. It will be useful to compare ideas and methods of practice, and lessen the cost of a bushel of corn if possible. THE CENTENNIAL LEGION. Gen. Fitzhugh Lee has been unani mousiy elected field officer of the South ern Battalion of the Centennial Legion. This was intended as a mark of respect to “Old Virginny,” through a son who worthily bears on honored name identi fied with the foundation of the Repub lic. The New England Battaliou has elect ed General Burnside, of Rhode Island, and the Middle States are in correspond ence with the distinguished s fidier, Gen. W. S- Hancock, as field officer. The rank of these gentlemen in the Fourth of July Continental parade will be de cided by themselves. The field, staff and aides de-camp of the Legion will be arranged to repre sent all the “Old Thirteen” States, and will appear in full Centennial uni form. Girls talk and laugh about marriage as though it was a jubilee, a gladsome thing, a rose without a thorn. And so it is if it is all right—if they go about it as rational beings instead of merry making children. It is a serious thing to marry. It is a life business. There fore, never do it in haste; never run away to get married; never marry for wealth or standing, or fine person, or manners, but for character, for worth, for the qualities of mind and heart v/hich make an honorable man. Take time; think long and well before you ! accept any proposal; consult your pa- I rents, then some judicious friend, then i your own judgment. Learn all that is | possible for you to learn of your pro posed husband. When all doubts have been removed, and not till then, accept him. Nothing is calculated to make a young man more deliberate than the spectacle of seventeen pairs of striped stockings hanging on the clothes line of a house where there is one young lady in a family. i Kind words cost nothin? The W Oman’s World.— Although they may not be willing to acknowledge it, the happiness of tho race depends to a great extent upon woman. They regu late tho Domestic life and upon it, more than the great events that, fill the pages of history, depend individual peace and comfort. Probably few things have more to do with the happiness of a household than the presence and absence of that exquisite tact which rounds the sharp corners, and softens the asperities of dif ferent characters, enabling people differ ing most widely to live together in peace, cheered by mutual good offices. The possession of this quality is tho especial characteristic, and it exercise one of tho most delightful prerogatives of woman hood. We may be willing to lose all, to die, if need be, for those wo love, but if we do not, from day to day, abstain fre m, tho little unkind or thoughtless acts which interfere with their comfort, we shall utterly fail to make them happy, and their hearts will inevitably escape us. The heroic and magnificent acts of life are few. To many but one, to most none, comes in a life-time. Therefore in fluence can only come through the right performance of tho “trifles” which “make the sum of human things.” Paper for Preserving Meat.—Car bolic acid paper, which is now used in such large quantities in this country and abroad for packing fresh meats, etc., for the purpose of preserving them against deterioration by atmospheric or other influences, is made melting five parts of stearine in’a gentle beat, and then stir ring in thoroughly two parts of carbolic acid, after which five parts of paraffine in a melted form are added. The mass thus prepared is then well stirred to gether until it cools, after which it is applied with a brush to tho paper, in quires, in the sane manner as tho waxed paper—so much used in Europe as a wrapping material for various articles— is treated. His Wife. —He came from tlio coun try seven years ago, and is now a well to-do merchant. Last week ho wrote to tho old folks, telling them ho had mar ried a lady with a very fino voice and a mezzo soprano of quits extraordinary compass.” Yesterday ho received an swer from the maternal side of the house informing him that his lamented aunt was afflicted with something of that sort during her life, but had always found relief in placing a mustard plaster on the sole of each loot and drinking a pint of catnip tea ♦ <T7> ♦ Washington specials continue to inti mate that the evidence before the inves tigating committees is damaging to tho President. It may be more difficult to make out a case against Grant, but there is a growing conviction in the public mind that, under the circumstances, the guiltiest and most unscrupulous of tho whole lot is the occupant of tho White House. His position on tho salary ques tion is at least evidence enough that he is not tho man to consider his purse trash nor the loss of a good name the most serious impoverishment. - PHAOTS AND PHANTASY. A patient lot of men —the Job print ers. San Francisco has had 120 days of rain. It is now said that Grant’s friends are as true as steal. When are eyes not eyes ? When the wind makes them water. The higher classes —the “lore” clas ses. The lower classes—the “hire” classes. “Dar ! nudder house insured,” said an* old Atlanta darkey when the fire bells rung. Profanity and plug tobacco arc the crutches on which many a boy walks to a loafer’s gave. The proverb says, Laugh and grow fat.” What a saving of corn it would be if pigs could laugh. What does a young fellow look like when gallanting his sweetheart through a shower? A rainboau. “Havo you heard my last song ?" ask ed a music writer of a gruff critic. “I hope so,” was the reply. Congressman Hayeß, of Ala., is be ing investigated for soiling a West Point cadetship to a New Yorker. According to the poet, “Morn awakes the world,” but according to other authorities, a baby with the colic does it. The Reveille says there is a gontlemaa in Austin who is so noted for his re served manners that nobody ever saw him display any. “It doesn’t take mo long to make up my mind, I can tell you !” said a conceit ed fop. “It’s always so where the stock of material is small,” replied the young lady. Now when Senator Christiancy comes home and slings his hat in a corner and asks for his little “ootsey, tootsey, wifey, pifey,” the nurse says, “shoo, don’t make a noise; she’s teething.” A hunter shot a wild turkney near Nashville, the other day, and when ho went to pick it up found lying near it a half decayed pair of saddle bags, in which were §36.000 in gold and bonds. Butler, before the Committee on War Expenditures, relieves smith from the pledge of secrecy. Butler knew nothing. He had carried on the investigation on his private account for his own pur poses. Had his suspicions, but nothing tangible. He fhongbt it strange that Pendleton should havo his fee cut up, and the amount received by Mrs. Bow ers should fit one of the parts. He left the committee with the impression that he knew something which they had not the shrewdness to elicit.