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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. :
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A distinguished physician of Ijfew York says
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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.'
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years, and for a
long time was
demonstrator of
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Medical College
of fieorgia
hence persons
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have the guar
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inalities of a
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Doctors.
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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.
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REESE CRAWFORD. J. M. K’NEILL.
CRAWFORD Ac HcNIELL,
Attorneys and Counsellors at Law,
128 Broad Street, Columbus, Ga.
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G. E. THOMAS,
Attorney and Counsellor at Law,
Office:
Over Hochstraaser’s Store, Columbus, Georgia.
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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
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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.,
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