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HOW A ROMAN MOTHER LOST HER
One hundred years before Christ was
bom there lived in the city of Rome a
lady named Cornelia. She was
the daughter of Scipio, the general
who defeated Hannibal. She belonged
to a noble family. They had wealth
and the highest social standing. Her
relatives had held some of the best
offices within the gift of the Roman
people, and had distinguished them
selves very much, both in war and in
This lady, Cornelia, married a man
named Gracchus. She had many chil
dren, who all died early except two boys
and a girl. She was left a widow while
these children were young.
As this story concerns the two boys, I
will speak only of them. They were
taught in the most careful way. Their
mother took the greatest pride in them,
and their education and home training
was the very best that could be given.
To show you what solid sense and true
pride this lady had, I will tell you the
anecdote which is always thought of in
connection with her name.
One day a proud Roman lady came to
pay Cornelia a visit. The visitor was
finely dressed, and wore splendid jewels.
She talked a good deal about her finery,
and especially bragged on her jewels.
Cornelia listened with the good-natured
contempt which a sensible person al
ways has for a fool. Finally the visitor
wanted to know of Cornelia what sort
of jewels she had, and asked to see them.
Cornelia went out and got her two boys.
She led them into the room where the
proud lady was. Pointing to them, she
said, “These are my jewels.”
H istory does not tell us whether the
proud lady fainted or not. Iler remarks
are not given. In those days the kodak
had not been invented, and therefore we
don’t know what the expression of her
face was. It was probably bilious.
The boys continued to grow in
strength and size, and learning; and
after a while they became men.
The older brother was named Tibe
rius ; the younger was named Caius.
They at once began to perforin the
duties of life. They went to the wars
and fought bravely. They gained great
praise as soldiers. Their names were
Not only did they serve their country
well in war, they also were active sup
porters of good government in times of
peace. They were both very fine speak
ers, and the cause of the helpless and
the oppressed found in them earnest ad
vocates. They loved justice. They tried
to have the right thing done always.
The mother, the noble lady Cornelia,
was prouder of her boys than ever.
Hut the good lady was soon to lose
her jewels. She was soon to see both of
her sons killed by their own people.
How did it happen ?
You must remember that the city of
Rome, at that time, ruled over the best
part of the world, as then known. The
Romans were great fighters. They
made war upon other towns and cities,
and they generally came out on top.
Sometimes they had wars that lasted
twenty years at a clip. They hardly
ever quit until they cleaned up their
enemies and took their land. By thisy
means the Roman people grew to be the
ruling people of the world.
Now, it was the law among these Ro
mans that the land they took from their
enemies should belong to all the Roman
people. They had all fought for it, and
it was fair that all should enjoy it.
You must not suppose that a Roman
could not own land as private property.
He could. The Romans who had bought
lands could hold them just as we do.
Nobody could take them away. Nobody
ever tried to do so.
But the land I am referring to was the
public land which the army had taken
from the enemy. This was public
property. The law said that this public
land was to be rented out and the rent
paid into the public treasury. By this
means the people generally would get
Jhe benefit of these public lands. The
law also said that no man should use
more than 330 acres of this land.
Now, all this looks fair. The poor
folks helped fight for the land just as
the rich ones did ; hence the land ought
Io have been just as free to a poor man
is to a rich one—provided he paid the
But it was not so. The rich were
p-eedy for more land. They wanted
more wealth and power in their own
sands. They wanted to get all the lands
io that the few would have great riches
vhile the mass of the people were very
So they violated the law. and the poor
leople could not help themselves. The
niblic lands all went into the hands of a
lew, and instead of paying rent into the
public treasury, as the law commanded,
hey built fine houses on it everywhere
ind claimed it as their private property.
They never had bought it: they had not
»aid for it, and they had no right to use
t except in small lots and by the pay
ment of rent. But they refused to pay
iny rent, and instead of using only 330
icres each, the few very rich people took
ill the land, and the common folks had
iot where to go. Tiiey had to use the
ands of these law-breakers and pay the
lighest kind of rent for it.
Now, when you remember that, under
he law, this land was as much the right
f poor folks as it was ,of the rich, you
an see how hard it was. Therefore, the
eople were in a pitiable condition. A
ew men, who had taken what did not
elong to them, were very wealthy,
fhev lived in ease. Thev had no work
d do. Tne fat of the land was theirs,
’heir houses were as splendid as Vander-
Ut*s. They bathed their delicate bodies
PEOPLE’S PARTI PAPER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1892
in marble basins. Tney ate their dainty
food to the sound of soft music. They
sometimes spent ten thousand dollars on
a single meal. They had different places
to live at during the different seasons of
the year. It was considered in bad taste
to live in the same palace all the year.
Unless those aristocratic thieves had a
“cottage” by the seaside for the sum
mer, the other thieves, who had also got
ten their wealth by violating the law,
would turn up their noses at them as
they passed by. Those high-flying ras
cals also had slaves by the hundred to
wait on them. Some of these slaves were
black, but most of them were white.
Some of them dressed these refined rob
bers ; some cooked, some washed, some
harnessed horses, some waited on the
table, some furnished the music, some
poured the wine, some danced to amuse
their lordly masters, and some of them
worked in the fields—the very fields
which belonged to them, and which their
masters had taken away from them.
That was hard, was'nt it ?
Now, while the few were having such
a good time on the money they had made
by trampling the law under foot, the
great mass of the people could hardly get
enough to eat and to wear. Their homes
were full of sadness and sickness and
suffering. Sometimes they starved to
death within a few hundred yards of
where the rich law-breakers were having
a feast which cost ten thousand dollars —
where enough food was wasted and cast
away to feed a hundred men.
Now, as I have told you, these two
brothers both were brave soldiers and had
fought for their country in foreign lands.
As Tiberius, the elder, was coming home
from the wars, he passed through a por
tion of the country districts of Rome be
fore he reached the city itself. He was
shocked to see the sad condition of the
farmers and laborers. He did not know
it was so bad. He had been living in the
city, and city people are slow to believe
that country people work hard and yet
suffer. Besides, Tiberius was a rich man,
and not many rich men take pity on the
poor. Most of them seem to think be
cause they have a nice time, it is no con
cern of theirs how other people live.
But Tiberius was a different sort of
man. His mother had taught him no
bler lessons. She had taught him to love
right and to despise wrong. She had
taught him to feel for those who unjustly
suffered, no matter how poor they were.
Besides this, he knew what the law
was. He knew that these poor men were
in rags because the law had been violated:
because the land had been unlawfully
monopolized; because a few men, having
money on their side, had got control of
the many men who had only labor on
their side. He saw that the masters had
grown wealthy by doing what the law
forbade; and that the farmers had be
come slaves because they had no leader
and no union among themselves, and no
way to oppose their oppressors.
All these things he thought of as he
passed through the country on his way
home from the wars. He made up his
mind to fight the battle of these people.
He knew it would be dangerous as well
as doubtful; but to him the word duty
was a gospel—to do right his religion.
So he publicly announced that the rob
bers ought to be made to give up the
lands they had taken. He showed that
the distress of the people came from bad
laws and from the violations of the good
laws. He said that the public lands ought
to be given back to the people so that all
equally could enjoy that which belonged
to all. He made no war on the rich. He
simply attacked the advantages they had
gained by doing wrong. He made no
war on private property. He simply
claimed that no man should take to him
self that which belonged to the public.
He believed in equal rights to all and
special privileges to none. He thought
that every citizen ought to have a fair
chance to earn a living and to gain a
The people were delighted that they
had found a leader, but the land-grab"
tiers were mad. They were full of malice
against Tiberius. They said he was dis
turbing the public peace and stirring up
strife. They said he was an incendiary
and ought to be killed.
But he knew he was right, and he
would not not turn back. lie gathered
the people together and made them a
speech. A part of it is still to be seen,
as it was put down by the historian.
Here it is :
“The wild beasts of Italy have their
dens and caves, but the brave men who
spill their blood in her cause have noth
ing left but the light and the air. With
out houses, without any settled homes,
they wander from place to place with
their wives and children. They fight
and die in order to advance the wealth
and luxury of the great. They are
called the masters of the world, while
they have not a foot of ground in their
You can fancy how such words,
spoken to men who knew them to be
true, must have stirred the people. Tiiey
arose and followed their leader.
After the most bitter contest he car
ried the day. His enemies stole the
ballot-box and ran off with it, but he
pushed right ahead with his plans. He
turned out of office one of the rulers
who illegally opposed him, carried the
question directly to the people, and they
Under his leadership much of the pub
lic land was taken away from the rob
bers and given to the people.
But the aristocrats hated him most
bitterly for what he had done. They
said if it had not been for this man the
people would have stayed quiet. They
said he had arrayed one class against
another. They said he had stirred up
strife. They said, “Let us kill this man
and then ail will be quiet as it once was ;
our people will all come together again -
the poor man will again believe, just as
he once did, that his povery is a blessing
which God sent, and that he was created
to work for us. This demagogue has
got the people to believe they ought to
work for themselves. He is a dangerous
man ; let us kill him !” So they watched
their chance, and they laid their plans.
Thus it happened that one day when
he was attending a public meeting, his
enemies raised a row, started a fight,
rushed in on Tiberious, and before his
friends could defend, knocked him down
and clubbed him to death in the streets.
His body was thrown into the river as
though he were a dog.
Thus Cornelia lost one of her jewels*
The younger brother, as I have said,
was named Caius. He was nine years
younger than Tiberious, and he kept
quiet for some time after the murder.
But finally he was elected by the peo
ple to be one of their rulers. Then he
at once took up the same line of reform
work which had cost his brother so
dearly. Os course he must have known
he was running the same risk. No
doubt he felt he would lose his life. But
to some men duty is so strong a feeling
that they fear no loss so much as the
loss of self-respect.
He met with great success. The peo
ple loved him and trusted him. The
land-grabbers and usurers and money
kings feared him. He passed some good
laws. They had for their object the
better distribution of wealth nd of po
litical power. He ■wanted e plain,
common people to have a share in the
products of their labor ; and also to have
a share in governing the country. One
of his favorite ideas was the encouraging
of the poor people to buy land and own
their homes. He was the promoter of
many public works which benefited all
the people. He toiled at his public du
ties with the greatest zeaJ, giving all his
time to the service of those who had
But the classes who had hated Tibe
rius, hated Caius. They determined on
his ruin. They tried in every way to
turn the people against him. They put
a movement on foot to do away with the
good laws he had passed. The aristo
crats did not like to give up their special
So they got together a band of men to
kill Caius. He knew his danger but
would not show any fear. His wife beg
ged him not to go out into the city, and
fell down in a swoon when he left her.
She never saw him again.
The band of murderers were on the
hunt for him, and the people deserted
him. They had been so scared and de
ceived by the aristocrats that they did
not lift a finger in defense of the man
whose only crime was that he had taken
the side of the people against the law
It is said that this cruel desertion hurt
him more than the prospetect of death
itself, and that he prayed that “the peo
ple of Rome, for their ingratitude and
base desertion of him, might be slaves
Two of his personal friends died in his
defense. After this only one man (a
servant) remained with him in his flight.
He asked many of his friends to help
him out of the way of his enemies ; he
begged them to get him a horse that he
might escape; but no one did so. He
stood alone —only his servant remaining
faithful. Then seeing that escape was
impossible, he ordered the servant to kill
him. The heroic slave did so, and then
The head of Caius ’was cut off and
borne about the city on a pike. His
body was thrown into the river.
Thus Cornelia lost her other jewel.
After it was all over, the people who
had so basely deserted their leader felt
very mean about it. To show that they
really loved their leader who had died
for them, they raised marble monuments
in honor of the two brothers and made
the ground upon which they bad been
slain sacred. As each season rolled by
the people offered up to t e i in memory
of their great work the fiit,u fruits of the
harvests. Many came there to pray, for
the place was treated as if it were a
The death of Caius was a great blow
to the cause of the common peeple.
They never in after-times got so good a
leader, and they never did get their
rights under the law. The cause of re
form went backward. The wealth of
the country all got into the hands of a
few. Corruption followed. The liber
ties of the people were completely
destroyed. The rule of military leaders
took the place of the rule of the people
as it had been. The common people had
no power. The higher class had it all.
Had the friends oi Caius stood by him
like men it all might have have been
different. He might have saved his
Cornelia, the mother of the mble men,
was still alive when her ycungestboy
was killed. She bore her troubles
grandly. She did not give way to idle
grief. She moved away from Rome to
Misenum, and her life was full of dig
nity and usefulness. She loved to have
her friends about her. When her sons
•were mentioned she would allude to the
places made sacred by their death and
say that “they were monuments worthy
So highly was this Roman lady hon
ored that kings were glad to be her
friends, and one of them, the King of
Egypt, asked her hand in marriage.
She refused him—like good, sensible
woman she was.
During their lives the two sons always
showed the utmost affection for their
mother ; so that when a perfect example
of the nobleness of filial love is sought,
we name “the Gracchii.” The two
boys, about whom I have told you, are
better known by that name than any
Had they chosen tne usua life of
wealthy laziness they would have lived
a few more years, without usefulness
and without honor. They would have
then died and been buried and forgot
ten —like so many of their class. But
they gave themselves up to duty. They
were made the lot of many poor people
After all, is not that the grand way to
Many a Roman girl who brought fruits
and flowers to the sacred places where
they fell, blessed them with her pure
lips and said, “Had it not been for these
brave men I would not have a home.”
Many a Roman boy who paused in rever
ence before the monuments said, “Had
it not been for those men I would have
been a beggar, as my father ones was.”
Many a patriot in that land and in
other lands, during all the years from
then until now, has read the story of
their work, and their toil, and their
heroism, and has said. “Had it not been
for these champions of the right, many
a glorious battle for freedom which has
been fought and won would never have
been fought at all.”
Tyrants have always hated and feared
the name of Gracchus. The people, the
plain common people, have always hon
ored and loved it. Their example has
been a precious legacy to their fellow
men. It showed the world how grand a
thing it was to die for what was right.
It has been the pioneer in many a con
test for freedom. It lives, and will
always live, on the lips of the orator and
in the thoughts of the statesman. It
lives, and will always live, in poetry and
song. And always, and everywhere,
history is proud of these boys, as their
mother was; and she shames into silence
the silly braggart of worthless tinsel by
leading forth the lives of these heroes
upon her glowing pages and saying,
“These are my jewels.” T. E. W.
You hadn’t ought to blame a man fer
things he hasn't done,
Fer books he hasn’t written, or fer fights
he hasn’t won.
The waters may look placid on the sur
face all aroun’
An’ yet there may be an under-tow a
keepin’ of him down.
Since the days of Eve an’ Adam, when
the fight of life began,
It ain’t been safe, my brethren, fer to
lightly judge a man ;
He may be tryin’ faithful fer to make
his life a go,
An’ yet his feet get tangled in the tie tch
He may not lack in learnin’ an’ he may
not want fer brains ;
He may be always workin’ with the
patientest of pains,
An’yet go unrewarded, and, my friends,
how can we know
What bights he might have climbed to
but fer the under-tow ?
You’ve heard the Yankee story of the
hen’s nests with a hole,
An’ how the hen kept lay in’ eggs with
all her might an’ soul,
An’ never got a gettin’—not a single egg,
I trow !
That hen was simply kickin’ 'gin a hid
There’s holes in lots of hen’s nests, an’
you’ve got to peep below
To see the eggs a-rollin’ where they
hadn’t ought to go.
Don’t blame a man fer failin’ to achieve
a laurel crown
Until you're sure the under-tow ain’t
draggin’ of him down.
The Best Blood Remedy.
J. W. Messer, Howell’s Cross Roads,
Cherokee county, Georgia, writes: “I
was afflicted with chronic sores nine
years, and had tried many medicines and
they did me no good. I then tried B. B.
B. It cured me sound and well.” See ad
A Tribute to Tennyson.
The beautiful pall sent by the Kes
wick School of Art for Lord Tennyson’s
coffin was a two day's labor of love by
five workers, including Mrs. Rawusby,
the vicar’s wife and head of the school,
the designer of the pall, her husband
having been the son of one of Tenny
son’s oldest friends, by whom and from
whose house Tennyson was married.
The whole ground of handwoven, un
bleached Ruskin linen was covered with
trails of English wild roses, worked in
natural colors, emblematical of the
poet’s love of his own England, while
the blossoms and buds, forty-two in
number, symbolized the years of his
laureateship. Upon a scroll in the center
were embroidered in gold thread, shaded
with a deep brown silk, the last four
lines of tho poem, “Crossing the Bar.”
Above this, in shades of green, was
worked a laurel wreath, bearing berries,
and below a baron’s pall coronet and the
initials “A. T.” in gold. The pall was
white silk.—London Letter.
An Entering Wedge.
The admission of Miss Ruth Gentry,
an American girl, to that fortress of
learning, the University of Berlin,
which has hitherto been impregnable to
the assaults of women, is most signifi
cant. Although Miss Gentry goes into
the grim pile as a “fyearer” only, it is
the thin edge of the wedge and may
prove an opening, as did tho “letting in
a little way” a few years ago of one per
severing woman into the Institute of
Technology at Boston.
Miss Gentry holds a fellowship from
the Society of Collegiate Alumnae, and
is undoubtedly a most fit and worthy
young woman to be the pioneer of her
sex in this new and difficult field. w At
the university at Leipsic twenty-two
young women are re gularly enrolled
students.—New York Times.
A Policy for Woman Voters.
One thing is clear. WOman suffrag
ists should preserve toward political par
ties the same attitude which the parties
hold toward woman suffrage. If in any
state, as in Wyoming, one party espouses
suffrage with sufficient power to make
its action effective, that party should
then and there have our support. But,
as a rule it is the man, not the party,
whom we should favor or oppose. His
views on woman suffrage and not his po
litical affiliations are the important point.
Women at Old Yale.
Twenty-one women are registered as
Yale students in the post graduate
courses, under the arrangement which
this fall threw those courses open to
graduates of any college, regardless of
sex. Os the twenty-one six were gradu
ated from Vassar, three from Wellesley
and two from Smith. Two have the de
gree of A. M. and one of Ph. D.—New
The Women of Wyoming.
In my father’s house sisters were just
as good as brothers. Ever since I have
been waiting and hoping to see the same
principle established in the nation. At
last I have been cheered by seeing one
state in the west where brothers .and sis
ters have equal rights. The finest of
monuments will some day be raised to
the men of Wyoming.—Rev. Daniel
FOR LITTLE FOLKS.
A Parlor Elephant.
Everybody loves the long winter even
ings, when the members of the family
gather around the sitting room fire and
stories or games are always ■welcomed
with joy by the young ones. *
But after all some of the ingenious
methods for home entertainment of the
children that grown folks of the present
day recall with great pleasure are difii-
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cult to excel, particularly if the para
phernalia required is not very extensive,
and hence is at everybody's command.
The elephant impersonation is very
simple and affords considerable amuse
Two gentlemen wearing rubbers place
themselves in the position represented,
while the foremost one holds something
in his hands. This is a gray shawl or
table cover, rolled up to represent the
elephant’s trunk, which the performer
swings about to produce a lifelike ef
fect. All that now remains to be done
is to produce a gray blanket and spread
it over the united operators, fastening
two pieces of round paper with black
dots on them, in the proper places, for
eyes, and a couple of rags or old mittens
for ears. The elephant is now complete,
save the tusks. These can be made out
of twisted white paper, pinned to the in
side of the blanket, and then you have a
first rate elephant for a Christmas party.
When a Chinese baby is a month old
it is given a name. Its head is also
shaved for the first time—a ceremony
which is called “munefut” and is made
the occasion of great rejoicing in rich
families. All members of the family
are present in their holiday attire and
the baby to be shaved is clad in a light
The hair that is removed is wrapped
in paper and carefully preserved. After
the barber has performed his task an
aged man —who is hired for this purpose
and receives a small compensation—lays
his hands upon the head of the little one
and exclaims, “Long may you live!”
Those present thereupon sit down to a
great feast, of which even the little hero
of the day receives his share in the shape
of a tiny piece of the rice flour cake
which was donah y his grandmother.
All who have m presents of cloth
ing, bracelets, etc., to the child since its
birth are invited to this repast.
On this day the infant is also pre
sented with a red bed, a low chair of the
same color and a cap upon which either
golden, silver or copper ornaments rep
resenting Buddha or eight cherubs, or
written characters (that signify old age
and riches) are placed. Before the child
is put into the new bed, however, the
father consults a calendar and selects a
lucky day.—St. Louis Republic.
She Wrote to the President.
One little miss in this city wrote to
the chief magistrate stating that het
papa, lately deceased, was a member of
bis old regiment and asking if Mr. Har
rison remembered his name and could
give any account of the dead soldier’s
record. The president's private secre
tary replied to the effect that an answer
would arrive in due time, and sure
enough it came. The letter stated that
its writer remembered well the soldier
in question and gave some details of his
military career until then unknown to
the epistle’s youthful recipient.—Phila
delphia Pr - js.
How Could He Forget?
The little girl ran flying down the
front steps and called out with agonizing
Papa had started down town. He
stopped and waited.
“What is it, Bessie?”
“I want to kiss you goodby/’
“Well, dear, why don’t you kiss me?”
“I will,” said the little girl with trem
bling lip and quivering chin, “as soon as I
can make the pucker!”—Exchange.
Names of Indian Children.
Indian boys have queer names. Until
they are grown up into boyhood and can
handle a bow and arrow they are called
after their father." Little girls are named
after their mother. An Indian girl will
be, perhaps, “Short Face Papoose,”
“Crook Pipe Papoose.” “Crow Woman
Papoose,” or “Piping Woman Papoose.”
A boy will be called for his father,
“Little Young Bear,” “Little White
Skunk,” “Little Red Calf,” or “Little
Hard Case.” —New York Recorder.
A Youthful Heroine.
Little Mamie Corrigan, who is about
ten years of age, is a weak, pale little
child, who earns a living for herself and
mother by working in a store. She left
school in order to support her mother, who
is an invalid. Not only this, but the child
works at night, sweeping, sewing, wash
ing and ironing, and never complains in
the least. It is from such material that
martyrs like Joan d’Arc are made.—
Cor. 'New York World.
TO FRIENDS OF THE CAUSE.
The newspaper is as necessary to the
success of a political party as ammuni
tion to an army. When you build up a
paper you build up the party whose prin
ciples it advocates.
•The way to build up a paper is to send
in your own subscription and get your
neighbors to subscribe. Can’t the readers
of the People’s Party Paper send us
the names of five thousand subscribers
between this date and the end of the
ear ? You can if you will—will you?
Two Ways of Taming Horses.
What is announced as being a trial of
the relative merits as horse tamers of
Leon, of Australia, and Sample, of Amer
ica, was commenced in the theater adjoin
ing the Westminster aquarium the other
evening. A committee of between forty
and fifty gentlemen, including military
men, veterinary surgeons and others,
has been formed to supervise the affair,
and it is intended to award the winner
a prize of £IOO. A number of intracta
ble and vicious horses, or horses suffer
ing from other defects of temper, will
be submitted to the rival tamers, and
the committee will decide as to which,
in the -words of Professor Atkinson,
most nearly conforms to the require!
ments of simplicity, humanity and prac
ticability. Owing to various causes last
night’s demonstration was of a rather
Each man “handled,” as the term is,
two horses, and with, from his own point
of view, success. Leon’s system of “tam
ing,” as is perhaps generally known,
consists in the subjection of the animal
to bo operated on by an ingenious and
most effective arrangement of bits, gags
and cords, while Sample, after securely
boxing up his patient, brings him into
close proximity with a steam engine,
and having familiarized him with its
noises while under restraint, afterward
drives him right up to it. Both men
gave demonstrations of their respective
methods with a fair amount of success,
and it is understood the committee will
award points nightly and give their de
cision at the end of the fortnight.—Lon
OFFER TO CHRONIC INVALIDS.
After twenty years practice I am con
vinced that every disease is caused and.
continued by its own Germ, or Microbe.
Any person who has been in ill health
for three months or longer, can send me
history of their case, with ONE DOLLAR
and receive a trial package making two
gallons of medicine.
This is my own preparetion, basid upon
the Germ Theory of Disease, and s not a
If no benefit received the money will
be returned to you. I refer to any clergy
man in Atlanta, or to the editor of this
paper. J. W. STONE, M. D.,
(Late Dean of the Woman’s Medical
College of Georgia)
We knew Dr. Stone; he will do exactly
as he agrees.—Editor.
Through the generosity of
H. W. REED & CO.,
Proprietors of the
CHEROKEE FARM AND
Os Waycross, Georgia.
We are enabled to offer PREMIUMS
to the extent of
One Thousand Dollars
In first-class FRUIT and ORNA
These trees will be carefully
packed and delivered free on board
the cars at Way cross. Those who
receive the premiums will have only
v hc freight to pay.
Th se trees being grown in Geor
gia, are much better suited to our soil
and climate than any others you can
The Proprietors of THE CHERO
KEE FARM and NURSERY guar
antee that these good are just what
they are represented to be. Our
patrons may rest assured or that fact.
Now, we make the following offers:
Ist Premium.—To any one send
ing us 25 yearly subscribers and $25
we will give—
Three Apricot Trees.
Three Grave Vines.
Three Plu . Trees.
Two Japanese Persimmons.
Two Georgia Seedling Peaches,
Two Budded Peaches.
Three Grafted Apples.
Four Texas Umbrella Trees.
Four Chinese Arbor Vitae.
Foui- Soft-shell Pecans.
Three English Walnuts,
Two Ornamental Shrubs.
These Trees would cost you S2O at
any nursery. Get up a club of 25
and you at once supply your orchard,
vineyard and flower-yard. If you
get one of these First Premiums you
make S2O and you help the paper.
Try your hand.
2d Premium. —For 15 subscribers
and sls, we will send—
One Apricot. -
One Grape Vina»
Two Plum Trees.
One Japanese Persimmon.
Three G eorgia Seedling Peaches, >
Three Budded Peaches.
Oue Grafted Apple.
Three Chinese Arbor Vitos,
Tnree Texas Umbrella Trees,
Two Sofc-shell Pecans,
One English Walnut,
These trees would cost you $lO all
any nursery. Push your hind legs,
brother, and get one of these Pre
The goods will be shipped direct
to you from the Splendid Nursery of
H. W. Reed & Co., of Waycross, Ga.