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YOL. XIX. COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, JUNE 24, 1877. NO. 160 DEAB MAID. BY WILL WALL FAY. Dear m lid, ’tin natural, I tuppose, That you, in ■ hooaiug from your beaux, Miould ki k a charmer— A fellow elegant, who moves In spotless clothes and faultless gloves— Unlike John, the farmer. Hut this remember, when you choose. That John's heart, when he ieeks and Woos, Is undivided; The girl he loves is like a Sun, To solace him with toll begun, The star of Hope, when labor’s done, Uy which he’s guided. His hands we know are large and brown, His mien unsnited to the town 11c sometimes visits; lie uisy not talk of fetes and balls, Nor fee! at home In crowded halls, Responding quick to Fashion’s calls, Liko some exquisites. But then, dear maiden, sw<etand kind, Although he lays so far behind in art of dressing, He’ll far ouiahine your city beau li: useful knowledge—that you know— And, best of all, he loves you so; (Jive John your I leasing. THE ONION. Ilraw off his satin waistcoat, Tear his silk shirt apart; And, weeping tears of pleasure, Creep closer to liis heart. Wrapt is this modern mummy, 1 u ceaseless fold on fold; Yet what a wondrous power Those endless wrappings hold! Of all the vegetables From garden’s length to length, lie is the one uiojt mighty— Kpitome of strength. Whene’er his person enters All noses sniff the air, And Kpicnrean stomachs For gastric treats prepare, A subtle spirit risos Cf dinner in full bloom— An appetizing odor Pervading all the room. When at the well-laid table, How is the palate blest! He bolters other dishes. Yet is himself the best. But then call on a lady— Why is her smile so grim? Before a word is spoken She knows you've been with him. ESCAPED THE GALLOWS. Tory little was known concerning Oli ver Marks,or ‘Old Marks,’ as be was more familiarly termod. He had come to oar village just at the close of a cold Novem ber day, some fifteen years before the date of ui7 story, bringing with him a lit tle girl abtut four years of age, a snarly dog and twi sucks. He could not be in duced to lido from the railway station, but hired a wheelbarrow, stowed his sacks therein, placed the child on them, and wheoled his burden to a little shanty he hRd hired for his home, his Scotch ter rier following him. It wassaid that the child sleptron the floor tint night, wrapped in an old blank et, white her strange guardian prowled through the four small rooms that the house contained, wringing his hands, pulling at his hair and uttering weird groana But this may have been mere rumor. The next day a few cheap household utensils, including two b9dsand bedding, a table and three chairs, were brought from the station aiul put down in front of the old man's door, he positively re fusing to let the man who brought them step iaside his threshold. From that time until this no one, save the village physician, had ever entered Marks' domicile, and people said he mnst have been bound by oath not to reveal anything, for not a word coaid be drawn from him regarding his queer patients. On the evening of which I write Old Marks sat in a high-backed chair, his long, bony arms folded, his legs crossed, and his projectile-shaped head bent for ward. liis hazel eyes,strangely brilliant, shone out from their deep sockets like lamps iu a coal mine; his weazened, wrin kled face looked thinner, yellower than ever. He sat gazing across the deal table toward his friend, his slave, his compan ion—Abbie! 'Twas tbo only name she could remem ber—the only one she had ever heard, and she had never thought to ask for a second. To her name, lineage or desti ny sho had never given a moment’s con sideration. It mattered little anyway. Like an animal brought up in one pasture she cared not for a change as long as the feed lasted. And yet there were intelli gence in her brown eyes and beanty in her white, round face and extreme neat ness iu her simple attire. The fires of life, animation, ambition perhaps, slum bered in her breast, wanting only a spark to ignite them. It is very likely that Old Marks thought of this as he sat star ing at her, and saw her lips quiver a lit tle as with a half-expressed sigh, for he shook his head and mattered something andible to himself only. The candle on the table flickered, as the cold December wind stole in through the loose sash and sent ghostly shadows dancing from one bare wall to the other. The old dog, feeble now like his mas ter, lifted his head, growled lazily, and then settled back under the stove. Abbie arose, walked slowly across the room and added more wood to the fire. Then, standing close to the stove to feel the warmth, she said, abruptly: “I wish we coaid have a clock!” “A clock, Ab?” rejoined the old man,in ft squeaking voice. “What do you want of a clock?” “Why, to tell how the time goes,” she answered, in her simple way. ‘‘To tell how time goes?” he repeated, With a shrill laugh and a horribie contrac tion of his facial muscles. “Look at me, Ab—look at me, and see how my arms have shrunk, how my legs have bowed in, how my hair has fallen out, how my flesh has warped, and you can tell easy enough how the time goes.” He came forward to her aide, placed hia hands over the stove for a moment, and then, rubbing them fiercely, oontin- ned: * ^ ou d feel time as I do; you’ll feel it £b your body, your brain, and food enough, too. Do you suppose you’ll ever look like me, eh?” “No,” she replied, honestly. “But you will, you will—you’ll tremble as I do—you’ll cry and pray for strength as I do, but it won’t come! Bah! what do you want of a clock?” With a contemptuous glance and an impatient fling of his arm he returned to his chair. The maiden yawned and poshed a glos sy tress of hair from her brow. His wild manner, his horrible words had no terror for her, she was accustomed to both. * Another long interval of gloomy si lence. “It is snowing,” said the girl, pressing her face to the window and peering out into the night. The man started as if a knife had pierced bis flesh, his eyes dilated, his face grew white. “What’s the matter?” she asked, her attention attracted to him by his labored breathing. “Matter, Ab? Where’s your memory?” he shonted. “Haven’t I told yon never to mention snow to me? Curse the snow! “I didn’t mean to,” she answered, be ginning to cry. “Tears? O, how I hate them! Stop Ab. Don’t yon have enough to eat?" “Yes; but you don’t!” “I? What of that? I find no joy in food! Uugh! it disgusts me! Fools court disease by tickling their palates. No more tears, Ab. Did I ever abase you?” ‘No.” ‘Enough then! I’m tired talking. Go to bed. Ha ! What’s that ?” He rose from his seat and listened in- ently, his shining eyes rolling restlessly in their sockets. The dog came oat from behind the stove, slank at his master's feet and looked around savagely. ‘Help! Help! I perish!” sonnded in wailing tones from the outside, and min gled with the voice of the storm. “It’s somebody in the snow.” “Snow again! I’ll choke you, Ab, if you ever say that again.” ‘Bat he cries as if his strength was nearly gone. Oh, let him come in; he is some poor traveler who has lost his way. There, he begs ns once more to come in. ” “Let him beg. What is he to you or me? Keep away from the door, Ab,keep away, ” cried Old Marks, shaking both his clenched fists and glaring at her like a wild beast. “I don’t keep an inn, do I? Stop, don’t dare me, you haven’t an idea what I am yet. I like you, but I’ll kill any other mortal that darkens that door without my bidding. Do you hear, Ab?’’ “Yes, but if he should die there—” A low, gurgling howl broke from the old man’s lips, his face seemed to swell and turn bine, bis long teeth grated, and his joints cracked aB he thrashed himself about. Abbie, for the first time fright ened, shrank into one corner and covered her face with her hands. 'The fiends put words in your mouth to-night, girl!” he articulated, in a rasp ing voice. “ ’Tis not safe for you to stay here. To bed—to bad, I say! I would be alone.” Once more that low groan came from the drifting snow, and the girl shuddered as she heard it, and thought of her utter inability to relieve the poor wayfarer. Old Marks rightly interpretted her ex pression, and, suddenly blowing ont the light, grasped her firmly bat gently by the shoulder and marched her into the room. As he returned the wind whistled and screamed, and blew the snow against the windows in clouds. The old man dropped down in front of the stove, and sat there in the darkness listening to the fnry of the tempest with fiendish delight. An boar might have passed when he arose, lighted the candle and gazed sharply around. The appeals for help had long since died away, and now the storm king reigned triumphant; the win dows shook under the blast, the chimney gave forth moans that sounded almost human, and the trees sighed and creaked in the breath of the wind. “There is no oge about—everybody sleeps. The idiot who called has called in vain. I’ll look once more at Abbie’s legacy. Ha! ha! She doesn’t dream what she’ll have when I’m gone. She shan’t neither! Her youth sha 11 be spent with me, and what is money after the ar dor of youth has passed?” He chuckled revengefully, and passed from the kitchen into his ehamber,which was furnished with a oot bed, and a rude chair of his own construction. There was only one window in the apartment and that was strongly boarded np. Shotting the door and locking it securely, he sat down upon the floor and listened again as if in fear. Then with a mattered curse he took a cold chisel from the box and began pry ing np a board in the floor. Having re moved the first one, which he had un doubtedly laid himself, as it measured only two feet in length, he began on an other; and finally removed a third, dis closing an aperture of nearly two feet square. Gazing down into the dark vanlt he smiled exnltingly, and then plunging his hand in drew forth a bag which was tied in the centre with twine. Lifting this npon the bed, he seated himself be side it, and slowly unwonnd the cord,.his fingers trembling the while as if with agne. Having opened the sack, he took from it several bandies of letters tied with bine ribbon—bine once, but now faded and nearly threadbare. He looked at them once, these yellow missives, and then clutched his hair in agony, while his chest heaved convnlsively. Anon tears fell from his cavernous eyes, fell thick and fast, and choking sobs welled np from his beating heart. Again he pat his hand into the bag and took therefrom a rusty dagger. Instant ly his eyes became dry, his muscles rigid and wild, an exalting laugh broke from his lips, a laugh to strike terror to the strongest nature. Then grasping the blade, he swung it around his head sever al (hues, while foam gathered around hia lips and his eyes gleamed with a diabolic al rage. Pausing suddenly in his mad antics, he bustled the articles back into the bag, and getting down on the floor, drew another from the vanlt. Raising it npon the bed by main strength, he opened it and drew from it several small bags. These he turned npside down, and with a musical tingle and a dazzling glitter, hundreds of gold coin came rattling ont. An eager, gratified smile settled upon Mark’s withered features, and clutching a handful of gold, he rubbed it fondly and pressed it to bis lips, and gazed npon it reverently. Another and another bag he emptied till a little mountain of the precioos metal grew np by bis side. Now his eyes glow ed with an insane joy, his every nerve quivered with delight, and bending over the shining mineral, he pressed his face against it, and murmured endearing words. But yet his covetuous heart was not satisfied, and diving into the bags again he brought out six large packages of notes —bank notes. These he eoanted with feverish glee, and laughed, and nodded his head, and uttered words of praise to himself. Until his nerves were com pletely nnstrnng, until he was short of breath and weary, he gloated over his treasures, then he restored them to the bag, and replaced the bag in its hiding place. “Ten thousand pounds in gold,” he whispered as he laid the boards in their place. “But I’m poor, very poor! O, yes! the idiots! Why don’t they outwit Marks? Twenty thousand pounds in notes—all good! The man is not born that can do it! I’ll sleep now and get strength; I can sleep like an infant.” Taking a pistol from beneath his pil low, he examined the caps, saw that all was in good order, and pat it back again, Then hastily disrobing himself, he crept into bed. As soon as day dawned Abbie was np and out at the front door, dreading, yet expecting to see a human form frozen in the snow; bnt no such terrible spectacle greeted her vision. Determined to be sure that be was not bnried in the snow, she took the old fire shovel and cleared several spots in front of the door. “Hurrah! he’s safe!” she exclaimed, in her childish way. “Somebody helped him—somebody with a heart.” Returning to the kitchen and brushing the snow from her dress and Bhoes, she sat about bnilding a fire. In a few mo ments a grateful warmth circulated through the dismal room, the kettle sang merrily, and Abbie, feeling very joyous in consequence of her discovery, sang too, but it was a song of nature, for as yet she bad never heard one in words;her voice was very sweet, however. Presently Old Marks came in from his chamber, and sitting down by the stove, began to shiver and tremble. Heat seemed to have no effect npon him, for he momentarily grew worse. Yon are very ill. Let me go for the doctor,” said the maiden anxionsly. “Doctor!” he repeated with chattering teeth. “I’ve no money to waste on him. He’s getting too much money together. He can afford a horse. I can’t. How cold ’tis! Is there any ram left?” “Yes.” And the girl hastened to the old closet, and found a bottle containing about a gill of rum. Turning it into a cup she gave it to Marks, and he added about two gills of boiling hot water. Then, rolling hijn- self in a dilapidated blanket, he drained the mixture at one gulp and laid down beside the stove. The dog, gratified at the proximity of his master, plaoed his nose upon his arm, and cuddled close to him. Abbie ate her simple breakfast of rye bread and pork in silence, occasionally glancing with solicitude toward her com panion. Hours passed. The old man slept sonndly. Abbie, sitting at the window, saw boys pass by with shovels on their shoulders, and watched them dreamily as they cleared the snow from the ice pre paratory to enjoying the pastime of ska ting. Noon was at hand, but she dared not awaken Marks, and as she was not particularly hungry she made no prepar ations tor dinner beyond plaoing the tea pot npon the stove. Still standing at the window, with her chin resting upon her hand, she saw youths and maidens harrying to the ice, with skates slung over their shoulders. And then, very suddenly, a tall male fig ure, well dressed, obstructed her view, and looking np in wonder and fear, she beheld a pair of bine eyes gazing upon her with deep interest. Never before had she seen a young man in close prox imity, and she regarded him with curios ity, while her neck and face became crimson. He smiled and nodded, and she could feel her heart beat faster and her cheeks burn. How handsome he was, and good too, she knew he was good. Presently he waved his hand toward the side door, and beckoned to her. She wonld like to hear him speak—there conld be no harm in that, and Marks wonld never know it; so she ran ont at the side door, and timidly came forward to the tree where the stranger was stand ing- . , “Thank you ygry much for coming out,” he said, with that radiant smile of his. “I saw you this morning, when yon were searching in the snow—for my body I suppose; but I didn’t perish after all.” “O, dear, was it you?” she said, scarce- above a whisper, her brown eyes opening very wide. “Yes, and I feel indebted to yon for thinking of me. Bat we mustn’t talk much now; you’ll get cold. Here is something to remember me by, though you’ll doubtless see me again. “I hope so,” she answered, with charm ing innocence. The stranger smiled again, and then, lifting hia hut, walked away. Trembling with emotions new and strange to her, Abbie returned to the house to gaze npon and fondle the pres ent he had given her. O, how beantifnl it was! A little por trait painted on ivory, with a silver oase that opened with a spring. Bat it wssn’ a picture of him, and this fact caused her to wonder why he gave it to her. So abstracted was she in contemplating it that she knew not that Marks had aris en and was coming toward her. Stealthily he looked over her shoulder, and then an imprecation escaped his lips, his eyes gleamed like balls of fire, and clntching her arm he howled: “Where—where did yon get it? Shall corse yon? Shall I choke yon? Ugh you’re all alike, yon women! Deoeit, treachery comes into yonr black hearts with the first breath you draw! Give it to me, or I’ll strangle yon!” “No, yon won’t!” she said, and the brown eyes blazed as they never had be fore. With a wolfish cry he raished his hand to strike her when the door opened, and Doctor Kyle came into the room. Quickly taming, Marks greeted him with a volley of oaths, but the phyaioian made no answer except to fix his magnet ic eyes npon him and to take his wrist very quietly between his thumb and fore finger. “I was sent for; I have come,” said Dr. Kyle, at length, when Marks much against his will, had become quiet, shall ask no fee from yon. Yon are very ill; you must go to bed at once.” “I won’t. I’m not ill,” snapped Marks but even as he spoke he staggered and would have fallen had not the physician caught him. Plaoing him upon the floor, Abbie and Dr. Kyle took his bed out of his chamber and set it np in the kitchen, though all the time Marks cursed the kindhearted man for meddling. When it was ready for occupancy the doctor sent Abbie ont of the room, and undressing MarkB pat him into bed. Then from drags he had brought, the doctor prepared a potion; but the patient was destined never to drink it Dr. Kyle ut tered an exclamation of astonishment as he gazed npon him, and then called Ab bie. The maiden came with anxiety depict ed on every feature. “Don’t be frightened, little girl, if I tell yon something.” “No, what is it ?” “He won’t live till night,” said the physician, solemnly. The maiden advanced to the oonch and placed her hand npon the clammy brow of old Marks. He looked np at her half pleasantly, and then she began to weep softly, as she thought how he had denied himself for her sake. «r Just then the side door opened, and the young stranger, accompanied by a depnty sheriff, entered the room. Ap proaching the conch, the latter took a warrant from his pocket, and said: “Owen Morgan, alias Oliver Marks, arrest yon for the murder of Stephen Bartlett, of ” Stop, sir! ” said the physician with dignity. “This man is my patient, and the law has nothing to do with him while he remains in this condition. When he recovers yon may do yonr duty and not till then.” Abbie looked from one to the other in painful amazement. The yonng stranger glanced kindly npon her, and then allow ed his eyes to reBt upon Marks with pity and yet with hate. The old man saw the look, and a smile of triumph flitted over his sallow face. Raising his clenched fist, he shook it at the officer, and said, hnskily : When I recover—yes, when, I do, you may hang me! Too late, my dear ones— too late! Who shall outwit Oliver Marks? My good friend death has got the start of yon!” He sank back npon the pillow, beckon ed Dr. Kyle to approach, and then with difficnlty whispered a few words in his ear concerning his secreted treasure. This done he grinned defiantly once more and died without a struggle. For a few min utes no one spoke; then the young man took Abbie by the hand and said tender- ly: “I would not shock you, but what you must kuow you had better know now. This man was once yonr mother's devoted lover. Why she cast him off and married Stephen Bartlett I know not, bat she did. Three years after yonr birth, on one cold snowy night, yonr father was murdered, and you taken away, no one knew by whom. All searoh proved fruitless. The year following yonr mother adopted me. I was then twelve years of age. Ten years later, your mother, my foster mother, died, leaving a large property. Since then I have searched for you, and now I have found yon. Yon shall be happy.” Abbie chose Dr. Kyle as trnstae for the money Marks had left, and went to school for four years. Then, ripened in mental accomplishments and physical beauty, she gave her hand to Horace Bartlett, her adopted brother, and since then has drank deep of the cup of happiness. MY LADY SLEEPS. Stars of the rammer nightl Far in yoa azure deeps, Bide, hide yonr golden light! She sleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps! Moan of the rammer light, Far down yon western steeps, Sink, sink id silver lightl She eleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps! Wind of the summer night! Where yonder woodbine creeps, Fold, fold thy pinions lightl She sleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps! Dreams of the summer night! • Tell her, her lover keep* Watch, while in slumbers light She sleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps! Floriculture. If there is any room for choice in se lecting the spot for a flower garden, se lect one that is sheltered from the wind and exposed freely to the morning sun With the proper amount of care and watchfulness, flowers can be made to grow anywhere, and no one, even if con fined to the smallest of city backyards, need be deterred from making the at tempt ; bnt most flowers love warm, sun ny spots, where the chill northerly winds cannot reach them, and, if the>garden is favorably located, a large part of the work and disappointment attendant npon flori culture may be avoided. As the laying out of the garden muse depend largely on special local conditions, and should be guided by individual tastes, we Bhall not attempt to lay down any general rales farther than to suggest that the complica ted and eccentric forms at one time so popular are no longer considered in good taste, and that the plan of arrangement is best which combines the greatest sim plicity with a dne amount of variety in the shape of beds. A thing especially to be avoided, except in ribbon beds and “Mosaic” planting, is the elaborate ge ometrical figures whioh the average books on flowercnltore are apt to suggest to their readers. In preparing the grounds raised beds with deep walks should be dispensed with as far as possible; they suffer from the intense heat of the Sum mer, and the rains wash dojra their edges giving an untidy look, and sometimes laying bare the roots of the plants. Grass edgings, unless well cared for, are objec tionable on acconnt of the difficulty of keeping the sods from spreading; and this is true of all running vine edgings except ivy. For a large bed a border of common flax, easily raised from the seed, is very pretty if kept well trimmed, and the dwarf box is unsurpassed. The pret tiest of all beds are those neatly cat into the grass plot, and left without other edgiBg. In these the brilliant hues of the flowers contrast well with thesoft emerald tint of the grass. It may be a slight objection to these beds that the dew on the grass makes it necessary to be well shod in attending them in the early morning when flowers and the work of gardening are most attractive. The walks between beds may be trodden down and hardened with coal ashes and gravel. The most desirable soil for flow ers is a mellow loam, that will not be much affected by excessive wet or drought. As it is useless to grow flowers in poor soil, the work of fertilizing and amelioration must claim the earliest at tention. If the ground be clayey and adhesive, dress it with sand and well rot tad manure in sufficient quantity to make it mellow and friable. Spade it and mix it well. If the soil be sandy and loose j in clay and manure in the same way. Wood ashes are good for all kinds of soil, as they loosen those that are close, and hold mOiBture in those that are san dy. Every flower garden should be well manured every Autumn—the manure cov ering the ground daring Winter, and be ing well spaded in the Spring. Drainage, natural or artificial, is absolutely essen tial to successful flower gardening; no soil that remains saturated for many hours after even the heaviest rain is fit for the growth of flowers. Before it can successfully cultivated it must be thoroughly underdrained.—[ Goodholme'a Cyclopadia. To Wash Blue Flannel.—Do not let flannel remain long in any water; have the water clean, and as hot as can be comfortable for the hands; use one ta- blespoonful of pulverized borax for every tab of water; use soap sparingly, as it is apt to harden the flannel; rinse quickly in one hot clear water; wring very dry, then shake well, and beat or stretch ont with the hands; hang in a good shady place to dry qnickly. Cube fob Cough and Spitting Blood. —Take three ounces of comfrey roots and six handfuls of plantain leaves, ont thorn finely, crash and beat well together; strain them through a dean doth seive; weigh it; add the same weight in white orushed sugar; boil to a syrup. Cromwell and the Royalist Blsbop. Cromwell, it appears was aconstomed to visit, quite unceremoniously at the house of Mr. Claypole, the husband of his favorite daughter, Elizabeth. Chris topher Wren, afterward so famous, was a frequent guest of the family, Claypole being a great lover of mathematics, and therefore much interested in this prom ising yonng student. On one of these occasions, Cromwell, dropping in unex pectedly, sat down to dinner. Presently, fixing his eyes on young Wren, he said, Your uncle has been long confined in the Tower.” “He has so, sir, replied Wren; “bnt he bears his affliction with much patience and resignation.” “He may come ont, if he will, ” said Cromwell. “Will yon, sir, permit me to tell him so, as from your own month?” “Yes, you may,” was the blunt reply. Christopher, as soon as be conld leave his friends, set off for the Tower, and it was with no lit tle joy that he informed his uncle of the particulars of his interview with Crom well, and repeated the message he was authorized to bring from him. Bnt the inflexible prelate heard it with great in dignation. “It is not the first time,” he exclaimed, “that I have had a like inti mation from that miscreant. Bnt I will tarry the Lord’s leisure, and owe my de liverance to Him only.” This contemp- ons rejection of Cromwell’s overture was, however, passed over unnoticed, and it is likely that the leniency shown to this tnrbnlent and virulent Royalist Bishop was dne to the intimacy that subsisted from similarity of tastes and pars nits, between his nephew Christopher and the protector’s son-in-law.—Tenple Bor. —Most men love little women, little women lore moet men. —A tone that yonng ladies try to catch million air. A little girl was suffering from the mnmpe, and declared that she “felt though a headache had slipped down in to her neck.” —What’s the difference between the lower part of the leg and the late eomet? One's shin and bone, and the other' been and shone. —“Don’t you think, husband, that you are apt to believe every thing yon hear? “No, madam, not when you talk.” —You know mock modesty as yon do mock-turtle—from its being the prodace of a calf’s head. —If there were a Miss Robinson Cru soe on a desolate island, with no one to please her bnt her own reflection in the water, she wonld yet every day make and wear the newest fashion. —It was Tom Moore who compared love to a potato, because it shoots from the eyes, and Lord Byron who amended it by remarking that it grew less by part ing. —“I try to preach the milk of the Word,” replied a .city clergyman to a par ishioner who remonstrated that his ser mons were too long. “Yes,” remarked the other, “but round here what we want ia condensed milk.” —A goat got tangled among the legs of a necktie peddler, the other day, and for a time, it seemed as though the wrongs of an outraged community were about to be avenged; bnt the peddler escaped alive, —“Algeron,” she whispered, “will you always love me?” “Evangeline, I swear it,” he responded in a passionate manner. Then there was a sound as of a clam fall ing into the mud, and all was still. —The Orientals are very trusting to each other. “Are yon not afraid to go away from yonr shop without locking it?” traveler asked of an Egyptian up the riv er. “Oh, no,” answered the man, coolly, “there’s not a Christian within three miles!” An old lady sleeping daring divine service in a church, let fall a Bible, with clasps to it, and the noise partly awaking her, she exclaimed alond: “What! you’ve broke another jug, have you?” “I say, Paddy, that is the worst looking horse you drive I ever saw. Why don’t yon fatten him up?” “Fat him np. is it? Faix, the poor baste can hardly carry the little mate that’s on him now, replied Paddy. ’ —“Pray, Mr. Professor, what is a per iphrasis?” “Madam, it is simply, a cir cumlocutory cycle of oratorical sonorosi ty, circumscribing an atom of ideality, lost in verbal profundity.” “Thank yon, sir.” —“Gentlemen of the jury,” said judge, trying a prisoner for murder, “they say that the fact of the prisoner’s killing his sweetheart shows that he was insane. Merciful powers, gentlemen, if that be so, what wonld they have said if he had married her?” —A yonng wife remonstrated with her hnsband, a dissipated spendthrift on his condnot. “Love,” said he, “I am like the prodigal son; I shall reform by and by.” “I shall belike the prcdigalson, too,” she replied, “fori shall arise and go to my father.” —Mary, I do not approve of your en tertaining your sweetheart in the kitch en,” said a lady to her servant. “Well, ma’am, it’s very kind of yon to mention it; but he’s from the country, you see, ma’am, and I’m afraid he’s too shy and orkard in his manners, ma’am, for you to like him to come up into the parlor, ” re plied Mary. —Thackery, when speaking about fame would frequently tell the following anec dote: When at dinner in St. Louis one day, he heard one waiter say to another, “Do you know who that is?” “No,” was the answer. “That is the celebrated Mr. Thackeray.” “What’s he done?” “Blessed if I know,” was the reply.” Geology of Coal. The question, how long it takes to form coal, has long been a pnzzle to geol ogists, and, latterly, the inquiry has been taken np by Mr. Hnxley. Starting with the well known assumption by Dr. Daw son, that one foot of coal represents fifty generations of coal plants, and, farther, allowing that each generation of coal plants took ten years to come to maturi ty, then each foot-thiokness of coal rep resents five hundred years. Reasoning in this way, Hnxley asserts that the superimposed beds of coal in one coal field may amount to a thickness of fifty or sixty feet, and therefore the coal alone,in that field,represents twenty- five thousand feet. Bnt the actnal coal is bnt an insignificant portion of the total deposit, which, as appears, may amonnt to between two and three miles of verti cal thickness. Snpposing it to be twelve thoasand feet—that is, two hundred and forty thoasand times the thickness of the actual coal—Hnxley thinks there is no reason for not believing that it may have taken two hundred and forty times as long to form. Bat, in this case, the time which the coal fields represent equals six million years. It wonld also appear that the coal flora, viewed in relation to the enormous period of time which it lasted, and to the still vaster period which has elapsed since it flourished, underwent but little change while it endured, and, in its pecnliar characters, differs strangely little from that which at present exists. The same species of plants are to be met with throughout the whole thickness of a coal field, and the youngest are not sensibly different from the oldest. It is an inter esting fact, too, that there is nowhere in the world, at present, any forest whieh bears more than a rough < analogy to a coal forest, though the types may remain, still the details of their form, their relative proportions, their msos ( oietMMt all altered. : TUTUS PILLS A distinguished physician of Ijfew York says “ It is astonishing How universally Dr Tutt’s Pills are used. In my daily rounds, I hear of them not only among the poor, but their virtues are heralded from the mansions of the wealthy and refined. Knowing the inventor from his long connection with & medical profession, I have great confidence in their merits, and of late have often prescribed them with the hanpies results in cases where I desired to make a decid ed impression on the liver.' TUTT’S PILLS CUBE SICK HEADACHE. TUTrSPILLS CUBE DYSPEPSIA. TUTT’S PILLS CUBE CONSTIPATION. TUTT’S PILLS CUBE PILES. TUTT’S PILLS CUBE FEVEB AND AGUE. TUTT’S PILLS CUBE BILIOUS COLIC. TUTT’S PIUS cube Kidney complaint TUTT’S PILLS CUBE TORPID iilVEB. TUTfSPlLLS IMPART APPETITE. Dr. Tutt has been engaged in the practice of medicine thirty years, and for a long time was demonstrator of anatomy in the Medical College of fieorgia hence persons using Ins pills have the guar antee that they are prepared oh scientitic prin ciples. and are free from all quackery. He has sue ceeded in com billing in them the heretofore antagonistic inalities of a Itrength- ENING. PUR GATIVE, and a PURIFY ING TONIC. While they re move all un healthy accum ulations. thev produce no weakness. They may be taken at any time without restraint of diet or occupation. As a safe family medicine they have no rival. PRICE, 25e. OFFICE : N 33 Hurray St, NEW YORK. Doctors. JDK. C. E. ESTES. Office Over Kent’s Drug Store. JRSl? Lawyers. ALONZO A. DOZIER, Attorney and Counsellor at Law Office Over 128 Broad Street. Practices In State and Federal Courts in both Georgia and Alabama. mhl8’77 ly CHARLES COLEMAN, Attorney-at-Law. Up stairs over O. E. Boehstrasser’s store. [febll,’77 tf] BENNETT H. CRAWFORD, Attorney and Counsel lor at Li Office over Fraser’s Hardware Store. jai4>77 ly REESE CRAWFORD. J. M. K’NEILL. CRAWFORD Ac HcNIELL, Attorneys and Counsellors at Law, 128 Broad Street, Columbus, Ga. janl6,’76 ly G. E. THOMAS, Attorney and Counsellor at Law, Office: Over Hochstraaser’s Store, Columbus, Georgia. [jan9,76 lyj Mvek H. Blandford. liouis F. Garrard BLANDFORD A OAliRAKl), Attorneys and Counsellors at Law Office No. 07 Broad street, over Wittich A Kinsel’s Jewelry Store. Will practice In the State and Federal Courts sept ’76 LIONELC. LEVY, JR., Attorney and Counsellor at law, Commissioner of Deeds, New York and other States. Office over Georgia Home Insurance Co. ESTATES.—Special attention to keeping ac curate accounts, vouchers, &c., and making annual returns for Guardians, Administra tors and Executors.dec6,’76 Watchmakers. C. H. LE4V1N, Watchmaker, 134 Broad Street, Columbus, Ga. Watches and Clocks repaired in the best manner and warranted. jyl,’76 Tin and Coppersmiths. WI, FEE, Worker in Tin, Sheet Iron, Copper Orders lrom abroad promptly attended to. jyl,’76 No. 174 Broad Street. Piano Tuning, &c. E. W. BLAU, Repairer and Tnner of Pianos, Organs and Accordeons. Sign Painting also done. Orders may be left at J W Pease & Nor man’s Book Store. sep5,’76 CO UJ o O I i < 5 tc I- i “ CO US s! U| HAPPY RELIEF to lOUNG “ MEN from the effects of Errors and Abuses in early life. Man hood Restored- Impediments to Marriage Removed. New method of treatment. New and remarkable remedies Books and circular, sent free in sealed envelopes. Address HOWARD ASSOCIATION, 419 N. Ninth St., Philadelphia, Pa. An Institution having a high reputation for honorable conduct and professional skill rsra WOOD! WOOD!! WOOD!!! ADDRESS ORDERS FOR DRY PINE WOOD —TO— BANKS,CALDWELL & CO. Hurtvllle, M. & G. R. R., Ala. myl8 tf RAILROADS. WESTERN RAILROAD OF AT.AWAMA Cclumbua, Ga., June 3,1877. Trains Leave Columbus AS FOLLOWS Southern Mail. ls:0» p.m.,arrives at Montgomery. 6:04 r x Mobile 626 ▲ x New Orleans. 11:26 a x Selma. 8:16 p x Atlanta....... 9:40 ▲ x Atlanta & Northern Mail. 7;15 a. m., arrives at Atlanta 2:20 p x Washington. 9:46 p x Baltimore....11:30 r x New York... 730 ax ALSO BY THIS TRAIN Arrive at Montgomery 2:06 r x “Accommodation,” Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Leave Columbus 720 p x Arrive at Atlanta 9:40 a x Arrive at Montgomery 6:10 a k Making close connection for Nashville, Lou isville, AO. TRAINS ARRIVE AT COLUMBUS From Montgomery and Southwest.. 10:66 a x “ “ .. 6:06 p x From Atlanta and Northwest 6:06 r x 19“ This Train, arriving at Golumbua at 9:05 P. M., leaves Atlanta at 0:30 a. m. E. P. ALEXANDER, President. CHARLES PHILLIPS, Agent. decl8 tf Central and Southwestern Railroads, Savannah, Ga., March 8,1877. O N AND AFTER SUNDAY, Maroh 11, Passenger Trains on the Central ana Southwestern Railroads and Branches will run as follows: TRAIN NO. 1, GOING NORTH AND WEST Leaves Savannah 930 a x Leaves Augusta 0:16 a x Arrives at Augusta... 4:46 rx Arrives at Macon 6:46 f x Leaves Macon for Atlanta 0:10 p x Arrives at Atlanta 6:02 a x Making close connections at Atlanta with Western and Atlantic Railroad for all points North and West. COMING SOUTH AND EAST. Leaves Atlanta 10X0 fk Arrives at Macon 6:46 a X Leaves Macon 7:00 AX Arrives at Milledgeville 0:44 a X Arrives at Eatonton 1120 a X Arrives at Augusta 4:46 V X Arrives at Savannah 4:00 f X Leaves Augusta 9:16 a x Making connections at Augusta for the North and East, and at Savannah with the Atlantic and Golf Railroad for all points In Florida. TRAIN NO. 2, GOING NORTH AND WEST Leaves Savannah... 730 px Arrives at Augusta —— 030 a x l eaves Augusta.. 836 p k Arrives at Milledgeville 0X4 a x Arrives at Eatonton 11:80 a x Arrives at Macon 8:00 a x Leaves Macon for Atlanta... 8:40 a x Arrives at Atlanta 2:16 p x Leaves Macon for Albany and Eu- fanla 8:20 ah Arrives at Eufaula 3:49 r x Arrives at Albany 2:io r x Leaves Macon for Columbus..— 933 a x Arrives at Columbus.— 1:13 p x Trains on this schedule for Macon, Atlanta, Columbus, Eufaula and Albany daily, making close connection at Atlanta with Western A Atlantic and Atlanta A Richmond Air Line. At Eufaula with Montgomery and Eufaula Railroad; at Columbus with Western Rail road of Alabama, and Mobile and Girard Railroad. Train on Blakely Extension Leaves Albany Mondays,T uesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. COMING SOUTH AND EAST. Leaves Atlanta 1:40px Arrives at Macon from Atlanta........ 6:66 p x Leaves Albany..... 1030ax Leaves Eafaula 8:06 p X Arrives at Maeon from Eufaula and Albany 4:10 P X Leaves Columbus 11:19 a x Arrives at Macon from Oolnmboa.... 3:11 p x Leaves Macon 7:36 p x Arrives at Augusta 6:00 a x Leaves Augusta 8:06 p x Arrives at Savannah 7:16 a x Making connections at Savannah with At- antio ana Gulf Railroad for all points In Flor ida. Passengers for Milledgeville and Eatonton will take train No. 2 from Savannah and train No. 1 from Maeon, which trains connect dally except Monday, for these points. WILLIAM ROGERS, General Supt. Central Railroad, Savannah. W. G. RAOUL, Supt. Southwestern Railroad, Maoon. feb6 tf Mobile & Girard B. B. O N and after SUNDAY, MAY 6th, the Mail Train on tne Mobile A Girard Rail road will run as follows: GOING WEST. DENTISTBY. DR. J. M. MASON, D. D. S., Office Over Enquirer-Sun Office, PIT COLUMBUS, GA., URES Diseased Gums and _ other diseases of the Month,- cures Abscessed Teeth; inserts Artificial Teeth; fills Teeth with Gold, or cheaper material 11 desired. All work at reasonable prices and guaran teed. feb21 dlyfcwSm $50,’ $100, $200, $500, $1,000. ALEX. FROTHINGHAM A CO., Brokers, No. 12 Wall street, New York, make desirable Investments In stocks, which frequentljvpay from five to twenty times the amount Invested. Stocks bought and carried long as desired on deposit of three per cent. Expl atory circulars and weekly reports sent ree oct21 eodly HENIX CARRIAGE WORKS. HERRINC & ENGLAND, East of and opposite Disbrow’s Livery Stable, OGLETHORPE STREET, A RE PREPARED with Com petent Workmen to do Carriage Work In all Its various branches in the best style, and as low as the lowest. We also manufacture NEW WORK of Various Stylo** nyWetdiy Depot daily, at 1:20 p x Leave Columbus Broad Street Depot daily,at 1:60 r x Arrive at Union Springs 6.-62 p x “ Troy 8:22 f x “ Eufaula 10:10 p x 44 II Montgomery II .11:26 A X II II II 44 Louisville.... Cincinnati 8.-40 P X 8:16 P X 44 Philadelphia 7:86 A X II 10:26 A X COMING EAST. Leave Troy i Arrive at Union Springs 12:30 AX 2:22 AX 44 Opelika.... 9:20 ax 806 F x 44 44 Savannah 7:16 AX Close connection made at Union Springs dally for Montgomery and points beyoncL For Eufaula Tuesday, Thursday and Satur- Through coach with sleeping accommoda tions between Columbns and Montgomery. Passengers for the Northwest will save ten hours’ time by this route. Through tickets to all principal points on sale at General Passenger Depot, and at Broad Street Shed. W. L CLASH, D. E. WILLIAMS, General Ticket Agent. Superintend my9! Warm and White Sulphur SPRINGS. P ASSENGERS going to the Warm and White Sulphur Springs will find It more convenient and pleasant Via tie north & South Railroad, angemenl HACKS mast evi and evsnfng’s Ju9 8m WIN* REDD, Jr., h Ml
