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YOL. XIX. COLUMBTJS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, JULY 8, 1877. NO. 161 ADVERTISE. The lim«i are hard and cub is low. And trade comes io most awful slow, What is it that I would adt IseT Advertise! When folks go streaming past the door, Aud never step Ks de the store, My heel advice do not deapis Advertise! When drawer and pocket both seern thir, AnJ mo h goes oat and naught comes in. If you would be exceeding wise. Advertise! For thus it is with men of brain Finding their for.nne on the wane, AnJ hoping they may take a rise— Advertise! Your IJn'robold 4 , Stewarts, Darnums, too— Dry goods, meuag^rie, and buchu — Kxalt this method to tho skies, Advertise! ItonuT with Dexter, Flstbush Maid— Ton* Scott upon the rail he’s laid— Had hut on# way to win the prize: Advertise! The greatest inon who live to-day llav.« Lund in this the only way To swell l»eyi>nd the common else: Advertise! It never yet was known to fill To brighten tin** and make a sale,* To bind your luck with golden ties, Advertise! • And so, wki'e’or you have to sail; 1>«» tin 4 at once and do it well; K « p it before the public eyes— Advert.ee: S«> let your name he Jones, Smith, Grimes, Try tins one way to cheat hart timea; You'll find heroin the secret lies: Advertise! THE DlftEAJir.K. All day the white-haired woman site lie*id »the open door and knits; No I vlng thing her dim eye sees. As, busy with old memories, She d e.iins her dreams of what has been, And knits her old time fan ies In. She thinks of th ise who long ag > W nt out across tho thresho d low, How many times her listening ear Has thought familiar fojtst'p* near. And she has started nj> to find A ill ad leal rustle in tho wind. l.ui never as of those who lie H • e »th tho wide and t nd-r sky, SI itn lolded lianas on quiet breast, Al> v. rapt about With peace and rest, :-he thiuks of them For her they tread The greni earth with her. None are deal. Hhe *alks with them. When brow owing* d bees Make merry in the loca-t trees, She tliiuks tie comes and sits with her Whose voice was lore's interpreter. O dreamer! young again to-diy, Whal matter if your hair is gray! Sometimes she thinks that round her kuee Her children play in happy glee. And win n they tired and sleepy flow. She sings some song of loog ago. And • n her loving mother-breast She rocks her title oue te rest. O dreamer! knitting all the day Your dreams i> with your stitches gray. Your* is a happy, happy heart— A haunted world from ours apart; The y.ar# that turned your tress*s gray Have gi eu you back your youth to-day. LEGEND OF 'Ik Cl DAREM.” Mozart and Diabolic Inspira tion. (From tin' Ni w York Mercury.] I wax lying at full length upon a pile of Indian mats, strewn on the floor in a cor ner oi the conservatory. The day was very warm, and I had been trying in vain to keep comfortable; bnt reading, writing,* even Bmoking, bad proved too much for me, so I settled down to a quiet loaf with a little black-aud-tau terrier dog, among the orange, lemon, fig and mag nolia trees, and the ihonsandand oue rare exotic flowers that stood in stately rows along the walls, olambered profusely upon the Irelises, sud swept gracefully downward from tho baskets suspended Overhead. The atmosphere was heavy and faint with mingled odors, and Tiny, soon tired of trying to bite off a piece of my thumb, in what he considered play, dropped asleep with his head upon my thigh.From a room on the floor above, over the back L drawing room, came a subdued sound of sweet music. My host, Mr. Southern, was playing “La ci darem” with his son- in law, Phil. Copley, violin and violin- cello. This melody, the finest, to me, of all I have ever heard, has a passionate languor in its movement—an easy earnestness (if I may use the expression) that complete ly bewitches me. Its slow, swimming tones suggested the scene to me as vivid ly as a painting—the half-frightened, half yielding “Zerlia” in whose simple brain there is hardly a snspicion of her splendid lover's villainy—the suave, oily-worded “Lon Giovanni,’' wonderful as a spirit of light, to her unsophisticated eyes, in his velvet aud point laoe, his gold braid and gorgeous plume, bis shimmer of satin and sheen of silk—the dim and magnifi cent palace to which he invites her, with its rows upon rows of eolumned windows, and its fair-land of park and garden— and, above all, this delicious swaying melody, rising and falling as the winds do blow—every note a luscious mouthful, every strain a serment d'amour. Ob l give me Mozart for a composer, Don Gio vanni for an opera, and “La ci darem’’ for an aria.' And, when I am lazy and aimless, of u hot afternoon, lying sprawled npon a pile of aromatic, sea-weedy mats, with orange and magnolia blooms blowing broadly about me and raining Lethean odors upon the warm, moist air, you may give me Mr. Southern's violiu and Phil Copely's violoncello, at a little distance, to play that same bewitching aria, until I glide, glide insensib y and gloriously down the perfumed depth, with flowers mingling confusedly, and odors fainting impercept ibly, and melody fading upon my enrapt ured ears, into the wondrous, the unfath- mable, the happy Land of Dream*.' Sleeping there, I deramed that a golden serpent, with a crest like that of a pea cock, pretty, but very dangerous-looking withal, came ont of an orange blossom and bit Tiny, who growled. Tho growl awoke me, for it was real and I opened , my eyes with a little start, half expect- ing, between sleep and wakefulness, to behold the gliMlering coil of the snake. Iustesd, something else glittered in the hazy bars of sunshine (hat slanted though the glazed south side of the conservato ry—a tremendous chevelure of golden hair, plainly drawn back from the high forehead of its owner, and tied in a loose knot upon the back of her small, white neck. It was Nina Dashe. the poetess, habi ted all in airy white, as low of corsage and brief of sleeve as the law allows— gotten op, in short, for the dog-day weather. She was one of the party of young folks that Mr. Southern and his daughter (Mrs. Copeiy) were entertaining just then, and, like myself, had been try ing in vain to keep comfortably oool. “Dolce fur niente!” said she approaoh- ing; “what a pity I disturbed you. Your attitude was not withont graoe, but it is too warm to sleep." It is; though you look wonderfully oool, somehow, and poetical to a degree, lleally, if yon would lean against that trellis, and make eyes, I could fancy you were a wood nymph, or a lyre mnse. Per haps you might do the water-goddess—the naiad—if you sit down in the basin of the fountain, yoDderl” “X find you always flippant. You seem to wake up with a ludicrous image in your mind, and an absurdity on your lips.” “Do you mean my mustache? You are severe. ’ ’ “At it again! There is no snch thing as getting a serious word from you.” “Not in this weather. I find sincer ity and earnestness—well, rather pers- piry!” The poetess elevated her ronnd, fair shoulders aud pouted a little. “You needn't look so contemptuous, fair Muse,” I continued. “If you like exertion in midsummer, why don’t you write an epic? Now, then: Arise, my Muse, with music fill my soul, Tie hot enough to roast a fellow whole. There's a beginning." “Yes, and an end. Where is Madge Holton?” “Madge? Poor child, the heat has made her idiotic, aDd she has taken to crochet work—an inevitable symptom.” “Bah! Where is Paul Ryder?” “I suppose he is dead. I know he broke bis best meerschaum pipe this morning, and when I saw him last,he was failing rapidly.” “And here lie you, stupid as any of them! Mr. Southern and Mr. Copeiy have been making divine music—they are the only really alive people in the house.” “Divine music! I guess they have! ‘La ci darem’—I heard that. The moot deli cious, heart-soothing melody in the world —just musical fire aud oil mingled! ” “Ah, I have touched the right key at last. Don’t you find such outbursts of enthusiasm and sincerity—‘well, rather perspiry. ’ ” “My turn has come, I see. Be as sharp os you like.” “Well,” broke in a voice from the door that connected the rear drawing-room with the conservatory; “I declare I thought it was too hot for anybody to do anything this afternoon, but I find that Southern and Copeiy have been fiddling like Nero, when Rome enjoyed a similar temperature, and here you two are in dulging in a flirtation. Hey, Dashe? It is certainly warm enough for melting mo ments. Don't let me intrude.” It was Paul Ryder who came forward with these 'fords, and, sitting down on the pile of oats—where Nina had already taken a seat—began teasing Tiny. “I was just wondering where you were. I wanted you to suppress this blase youth’s enthusiasm.” “Enthusiasm! Come, I like that, enthusiastic? About you?” “No, indeed.” “About what then?” “La ei darem !’’ “Well, by Jove, I dont wonder ! troubled that way myself. It is the great est melody I know of. Did yon ever hear the story of it ?” “What, ‘Don Giovanni ?” “No, the story of its composition.” “Never. Is there one ?” “Yes; a charming old German legend, full of diablerie!” “Oh! delightful! Won't you tell it to us?” “Y’es, if you like, some time.” “Tell it now. Let me go and get our orowd together—it will be a delightful diversion for this roasting afternoon. Yon shall be a new Bocacio, and shall amuse the knights and ladies here with stories. Won't it be poetical ?” “Yes. Only I shall not tell you any thing like those little narratives of the Deoameron—unless you insist.” I langbed, and the poetesa, not deign ing to notice Paul's malice, withdrew to hunt np the knights and ladies, She returned shortly, with Southern, Oopeley, his wife Vincent Staoy, Madge Holton and Maggie Lxvell—the entire party in fact. “I never thought of this place,” said Madge; why it is quite oool here. You look a mirauie of comfort. Give me a seat be aide you, on these mats.” “With infinite pleasure, Mademoiselle de Laine: •‘Here are cool moeses deep, Aud through the moss the ivies creep,' and all is undisturbed by the demons of heat, ennui, and crochet!” Paul assumed a cane chair that some body brought for him: the others group ed themselves picturesquely about him, on the mats on low flower benches and on the floor, and he prepared to relate to ns the wonderful history of the wonder ful aria, which so delighted me when drawn from the sweet bows of Phil Cope ly and his father-in-law. “It is well known," began Paul, “that Mozart possessed a peculiar erratic gen ius. There were times when he could not write bis score fast enough—when mnsic seemed to overflow in him faster than be conld commit te paper. At other times he was incapable of prodneing any thing, and weeks passed by without bis composing a bar of music." He I’m “It is also on record that the opera of Don Giovanni waa composed in the most erratic modes of hia er- enatic genius. That, for instance, one act waa the work of a little more than three nights, while a single chorus took more than three weeks.'’ “This is the history of musical com position," interupted Stacy, “compiled aDd edited by Paul Ryder, A. B., F. R. S.,T. U. V. W. X. Y. Z, eto., with co pious commentaries and appendixes, crit ical and explanatory. ” “With some account of thorough baas, and a new story of the resolution of tbs dominant seventh!” added Copeiy “Put it in one aot, Paul,” suggested L “On a fair moonlight night, in the year—I forget the year,” resumed Paul— “a single taper gleamed from a lofty win dow, in a dark and gloomy house that stood on an obsoure street of an ancient German town. All the city was dark and silent elsewhere. The cats played ‘fan tastic tricks before high heaven' on eave- sponts aud tiles in undisputed security. The moon illumined whole blocks of va cant streets with her pale and misty ra diance. The distant chime of a bell tolling the solemn hoar of one was the only sound that awakened the stagnant air from its profoundest repose. How do you like the style of that?” “Excellent!” chorused the ladies. “Good. We shall come to the ‘two horsemen who might have been seen,’ eto., direotly,” mattered Stacy. " “In the chamber whenoe dimly gleamed this lonely taper,” continned Panl, “sat a man, something past the prime and floah of manhood, at a little piano. On the rack was a quantity of music paper, cov ered with fragmentary hints and sugges tions of airs. On one end of the instru ment stood the candle-stick which held the taper aforesaid. On the other s piste of cold saneage and brodzels, and a pot of beer. “This room was the birth-place of that marvellous fancy, Don Giovanni. That piano was its cradle.” “On the night in question, the oom- poser was sorely troubled. He had ar ranged all the music to his taste, as far as he had gone, but now he wanted an aria that did not seem to come for calling. The ‘Don’ must woo ‘Zerlina,’ and in such sort as would vanquish her. ‘Give me,' said Mozart—‘give mo an inspiration such as I want, and I will forego the dearest wish I have on earth.’ “The story goes that he was overcome by a sudden drowsiness—consequent, perhaps, upon too much study and too little sleep—perhaps the result of too much beer. At all events, he fell upon his couch (Genius I have observed, never goes to bed, but always throws itself up on a couch), and slept as profoundly as other folks.” “But where is the diablerie? ” asked Ni na Dashe. “Hurry on, and come to the ghostly German business! I yearn for blue fire aud clanking chains, and yon give me only beer and sausages!” “Isn't there some connecting link be tween chains and sausages?" asked I. “Don’t interrupt me,” said Paul; “the melodramatic element shall come pres ently. “You must know that the fair blonde Gertrnde, daughter of the burgomaster in whose house the composer lived, had winsome ways about her. Firstly, she loved music—as all girls should.Then she was right comely to look npon, with her neat tasteful dreBs, her golden hair like Nina’s yonder, only done up in an infinity of complicated and marvelous braids fit to confuse, bewilder aud make insane the mighty mind of man. Then she had rosy cheeks—like the blooms of apple trees when they are young—and a white brow, and temples, and throat and arms, and hands like the fair textnre of the Nile lilies that yon may see about friend Southern’s fountain, and she was tall and graceful, and kindly of heart; more than all she loved Mozart wholly withont reserve ot stay. He was the central saint, adorning the illuminated window of love that lit the otherwise gloomy aisles of life and experience! So Mozart was beloved of Gertrnde Tronbeim and history—or tradition—says she was beloved by Mozart in return and that that was whtahe dwelt in the burgo- moster’s house. While Mozart slept the fair Gertrude kept vigil. It was one o’clock, but she was busy—perhaps upon her wedding dres*; for the affair had well progressed. She sat and sewed alone, in a lower apart ment, opening npon a garden.” “Stop! ” cried Copeiy. Where are your unities? I thought you said that Mozart’s window was the only one in the house that was lit np. Did Gertrnde sew in the dark?” ‘No, she had the inside blinds oloeed, aod they fitted well. Don’t be bypercrit ical, I beg of you, but let me go on. As I said before, she sewed alone, while all others slept. Suddenly the door flew open, and there entered,[from the garden, a young man with a lute. He was tall, slender, dark aud handsome, with a crisp, black, pointed beard and mustache, and glitteriDg black eyes. His costume was msde up of silk tights and top boots, a block doublet, a long black cloak, with a scarlet lining, which showed, where the corner of the cloak was ihrown over bis ^boulder, a 1’E psguoIe: a pointed black hat, with a single cock's feather, long and sinuous, and a dress sword, the swsil ra pier of the period.” “Delightfully suggestive of Faust and —and his friend!” said Nina. “The in terest begins here.” “So Gertrude thought,” resumed Paul. “She did not scream, as one of you might should Mr. Jones step before you in cos tume, at midnight, without sending up his card. She was quite calm, and in deed she had no time to be demonstra tive, for the mysterious stranger,throwing off his cloak, straightway began snch delicious and ravishing music upon bis lute, that all her senses stood entranced and she could neither speak nor move. “When she waa, ho to apeak, thorough ly mesmerized by these wondrous chords, and harmonies, and things, the stranger litted up his voice and sang—a voice like that of the archaogela, who sang their songs of praise through all space, so that the whirling planet and ancient suns panse to hear—a voice with all the deli cate tremulousness of the flute, all the breezy richness of the viol, and all the sonorous sweetness of the horn—a voice to make old men pray and young men Xght—a voice to make maidens weep and infants laugh.” “What a dickens of a voice!” whisper ed Copeiy; bnt hie wife instantly frown ed him down, and Paul went on. “The music was beyond all praise; the worda were magically melodious, though in an unknown tongue, but the voioe and accent were the principal wonders of the performance. Gertrnde felt a singu lar change steal over her while the stran ger sang, keeping his glittering eyes fixed closely upon her. Her love for Mo zart faded—faded, dimly vanishing away out of her heart, and a new-born passion flashed like a sadden madness through every fibre of her being. In a word, she loved this strange singer as woman never loved mao! “She arose with a throbbing heart and whirling brain. She stretched out her arms toward him who had thus metamor phosed her, and her whole soul went out to him in one impassioned ory: Ach Gott! Ich lieba dick !’ Bnt at the word of ‘God’ a blaze of aul- phnrious flame shot up; the house seem ed crumbling about the unhappy girl,and the stranger vanished amid the smoke snd dust, with au unearthly yell!” “Ob, splendid!” cried the poetess. “When Gertrude returned to conscious ness for she had swooued, of course—she found everything just as it should be about the room. The house had not fal len; there was no smoke, no dust, uo smell of sulphur. Simply the song that that her visitant had sung, still rang through every chamber of heart and brain, and thrilled her with a ldVe for him that made the very thought of Mo zart hateful to her. “The next day she wept long and bit terly for the stranger; bnt between her sorrow came flashes of preternatural gay- ety, daring which she sang over and over again, the weird melody that had en tranced her the night before. While thus engaged Mozart appeared, pale, breathless, with hair disordered, and wild eye* fur of tjxuiteuieiit. “ ‘In God’s name, Gertrude,’ grasped he, ‘what are you singing? It is my aria —the melody I have labored so long to think of—to express! What is it?’ “I dreamed it, last night.’ “ ‘And will give it me, for my opera ? “ ‘Yes. Let me hear it once again, as I heard it in my dream. O, find the best singer in all the world to sing it onoe ; let me be present, and then—I oare not— I can die, then !’’ “The oomposer would have thought Gertrude insane, had he observed her and her worda; but, artist like, he was wrapped up in his work, snd his joy at finding this melody was so great as to blot ont all other things. Gertrnde sang it while he wrote it down, and, ovewhelm- ed with joy, he returned to his labors. “But long era the opera saw the stage the gentle violets and myrtles bloomed about Gertrudes grave. Each night, when the bell tolled one, she awaited the return of the wonderful siuger whom she loved, but he never came again; and, worn ont with weary waiting, the poor child went sorrowfully down into the shadowy deeps we all wot of and all fear. “Mozart bnried himself in his art, and became a oold, and melancholy man People laid it to his liver, and called him bilious, bat it was his heart, really. Ger trnde died hating him, and so he waned and soured. A good many folks seem to Buffer from biliousness of the heart, but the poor liver has to take all the blame. Such fair ladies and brave knights, is the legend of the origin of ‘La ci darem.’ ” “A good legend and well told, despite some ill-timed levity of expression sprinkled throngh it,” said Nina Dashe. “I like the description of the voioe,” modestly suggested Mrs. Copeiy. “I wish that mysterious stranger would come aud serenade one, occasionally,” said Maggie Lovell. “The history of musio, in the first part of the discourse, aod transcendental physiological hints on comparative anato my, at the end, gave me great pleasure,” said Staoy. “It is easier to laugh at Paul than to do better,” said Madge Holton; “for my part, I delight in those old German tra ditions.” “No family should be without them!” added L “Children cry for them! ” said Phil Copeiy. “I consider it a deuced good story,” said Mr. Southern, biting off the end of a cigar with emphasis. “I don’t care much for reading, generally; but by Jove ! I’m just as fond of hearing stories tola as I was when I was only knee-high. Mr. Ryder, you’ve given me a pleasure, sir. I’m greatly obliged to you. Umph!” “Then the verdict is favorable, on the average, eh ?” said Panl. “Yes; all, except these nil admirari youths, are unani.xious,’' answered Nina. “I’m glad to hear it. Ladies and gen tlemen, I have to announce to yon that my anoient legend waa made out of whole doth—just as I went along. I know no more abont the writing of Don Giovanni,’ or of Mozart’s private life, than I do ot the conjugation of Sanscrit verbs!” During the two weeks that were occu pied by our stay nnder Mr. Southern's hospitable roof, nothing was whistled, or played bnt “La ci Darem.” Every time our worthy host took np his violin, he played the melody through carefully, with great sweetness and finish, remarking, at the doee: “That’s a deuced clever young man, that Ryder.” A Day in Ike Centry, No one who is unacquainted with the over-crowded, stifling homes of the chil dren of the city can imagine their rap turous delight at a “Day in the Country.” People who see God in nature continual ly are astonished at the ever multiplying appeals, as the summer approaches, for funds to enable every poor child in our great cities, if possible, to enjoy at least one day annually amidst fields and —How does a cow 1 eoome a landed es tate? By turning her into a field. —Of what color is >rass when covered flowers, and beneath the blue depths with snow? Invisibft green, whore the lark sings at heaven's gste. —The loveliest fac< s are to be seen by They would wonder no longer ooula they moonlight, when one sees half with the see the eager, appealing feces of tens ot 1 eye snd half with the sney. thousands of children when the prospect —Some hygienic enter says, ‘tLet of this duy is spread before them, and your ohildren eat all t he salt they want.’ hear their entreating voices ssy, "Teacher Bless you! it isn’t sal they want—it’s su- ahali I go—and I—and I?' It is impossi ble to estimate the pnrifying snd human izing effects of these treats, or the hap py memories they bring to the little ones in their dark rooms, even when over and gone. Still Icbs can one estimate the misery of those who, for the lack of funds or other causes, are perforoe left at home. The hope of this one blissful day has been known to keep many a rag ged child diligent through the three hun dred and sixty-five; while the Iosh of it has driven some, in a sort of revengeful desperation to theft or to other misde meanors. It has been found that re wards are far more effectual tfian punish ments, and that there is no stronger in centive to religion and virtue than a sight of the works of that Great Creator who originally formed man for a sinless and happy existence. An Ideal Woman. My ideal woman is frank, intelligent, generous, energetic, gentle and tender to the heart’s core, aud has a dash of ro mance about her. The romantic are ever buoyant, for so-called romantic feelings are only an evidenoe of the spirit's fresh life. They do not really sink into the dry-rot of an innate existence; they do not swell the list of the nervous-minded, and the sordid aud the mean, and the intrigu ing and the Belf-righteons. Of them are not made the slaternly or shrewish wives, the inoapable or indifferent mothers, the treacherous friends, of whose existence we may hear any day on all sides. They taka no ungenerous advautage of simplicity or timidity, they stand aloof from detraction—they would not willingly sully the pure, bright ourrent of theiir own thoughts. They may startle many around them by an honest outburst of in dignation, bnt they will not harbor malice, or seek to perpetuate the evil they have deuounced. Above all, the romantic are strong in religious faith ; for the ideas of perfection, and beneficenoe and beauty and goodness and truth, are most power fully developed in them. Let no skeptic come near them with his cold philospby and useless creed, that consigns “dust to dust,” even while the living flesh might alone and wel 1 confute him by the power of its unconquerable instincts. Those who have onoe tasted of the water of life at the fountain-head are not to be dis mayed by the reports of its after-failing course amid the miry and darkened ways of an imperfect and faithless world. Of this class were the women who, in all ages snd countries, have greatly sig nalized themselves in true womanly ways, bearing witness before, time past and to come, that true nobility of sonl, stead fastness of purpose, heroic courage and high faith, are naturally allied to the earnest truth and the deep-rooted affec tion of which they spring spontaneously, amid circumstances requiring the grand est developments of individual power. Anecdoyrs of Queen Victoria. Anecdotes of Victoria, going to show that her majesty indulges in fun occa sionally, are going the rounds. We re member a little incident that transpired a few years ago. It was at a court recep tion. We were conversing with the princess of Wales, when the prinoe, who had been unavoidably detained, was an nounced. “Hah! ” said her majesty,good bumoredly shaking her fan at us; “yon hear, sir, your game is up.” The roar that followed was more noisy than deco rous, considering the surroundings, and the remark was repeatedly made during the remainder of the evening, “Her maj esty hasn't been so witty and happy since Albert died.” The quick humor of Qaeen Victoria was well illustrated in an event whioh happened on the 5th of July laet year. The weather was quite warm and we were seeking ooolneiss in the grounds of Windsor castle, when old John Brown happened along. “Hoot awa’!” said the old nun with some violenoe. “Gang awa’ oot whar ye belong. Why, mon, these be the grounds o' the Queen.” We were about to retaliate iu our usual hasty manner when her majesty appeared, lead ing a King Charles spaniel. ‘What’s this?' she said, comprehending the situation at a glance. “John Brown, ” she added in a loud tone of voice, while her brow cloud ed and her fingers worked viciously, “do you know this geDtleman is my guest ? Out of my sight, sir ! Go at once,” and she prepared to unloose the dog, which had already begun to show its teeth. “Go at once or I’ll give you the hydro phobia in two minutes.” The well mean ing bnt basty Scotchman slunk away, and we assisted her majesty into the house. A Suai Ctjsi fob Colds, <ko.—Boil two ocnoes of flax-seed in a quart of water; when boiled strain, add two ounces rock candy, half pint syrup, juice of three lemons; mix well, put on the stove, let it come to a boil, then take it off, and as soon as oool bottle it; take a cupfnl be fore going to bed, and half a caps ful before meals; the hotter yon drink it the better it is. Washing Cambbic.—Wash blue cambric in cold water, rinse in water with a little salt in it, and hang to dry where the’sun will not strike it, bnt where the wind will blow i( dry. g»r- —Our special cynic says he hates a girl when she is tryii g to be a woman, and a woman when s le is trying to be a girl. —The Sunday nifht courting in the parlor is at this seas in accompanied by considerable perspira ion, bnt neither of them complain. —Observe a young father trying to ap pease a bawling bat y, and then you’ll witness enough ingenuity in ten minutes to make you think th it man ought to be an inventor. —A lazy fellow begged alms, saying he could not find bread : or his family. “Nor I,” replied an indns rious mechanio; “I am obliged to work f ir it.” —Any lady can pr as her old bonnet over into the new si mmer style by pla cing it on a paveme it blook and let a loaded ice wagon back over it lengthwise. —“Well,” eaid my friend, “I like your creed, that friends in need are friends in deed; thus yon and I are friends most true, for I’m in need and so are you.” —An Irishman sieing a vessel very heavily laden, and scarcely above the water’s edge, exol timed: “Upon my sowl, if the river wai a little higher the ship would go to the bottom.” 4.—The rage for yel ow trimmings makes lovely woman often ! ook as though some body had slapped he ' on the top of the head with a hard frit d egg. —Slang often coi oeals deep and ten der emotions. Spe iking of a lady, the other day, a young man remarked that he expeoted to “bag ' her, but instead of that she “saoked” him. —Recent invests ations prove the as sertion that oue ba >y with a large bis cuit will make the jouch of wearied in dustry more uucoqit ortable than fifteen prize mosquitoes. —How w ise is the tramp who sleeps iu the fence corner, anl has no fear of ho tel fires and six-st try heaps of stone pavements. Go to the tramp, thou ar chitect, learn his wa fa and be wise. —Scene at a church door (Lady to sex ton): “They say our poor minister is very ill; pray what is he matter?” Sexton (gruffly)—“Gout, n adam.” Lady (in a oonoerned voice)— ‘Is there no onre ?” Sexton—“Yes, mad .m; give him my sala ry” —A gentleman bad occasion to correct his daughter, aged lour, recently. After it was over and she had sat awhile, ehe went to her mother and inquired, “Don’t yon think it wonld do papa good to go ont of doors.” —“What is the meaning of a back biter ?” asked a get tleman at a Sunday- school examination. This was a puzzle. It went down the c ass nntil it came to a simple urchin, who said, “Perhaps it is a flea.” —A rapid and em phatic recital of the following is said to be good for lisping Hobbs meets Snobfc s and Nobbs; Hobbs bobs to Snobbs an<. Nobb9, Hobbs nobs with Snobbs, and rubs Nobb's fobs. “This is,” says Ncbbs, “the worse for Hobb’s fobs,” and Inobba sobs. —Think abont n srriage as we pleaee, there is no pleasan er sight than a newly wedded eonple wall ing home from church on the first Sunday, with the bride’s mother in the rear honghtfnlly adjusting the bnstle and ba< k bows of the happy daughter. —‘What would our wives say if they knew where we w re ?” said the captain of a schooner, wb an they were beating about in a thick fcg, fearful of going on shore—“Humph! I should not mind that,” replied then ate, “if we only knew where we were ourielvee.” —A Tennessee Sunday-school recently proposed to give a prize for the most scriptural verses ommitted to memory by auy one scholar. A Granger’s “hope< ful” repeated sixty nine verses of Don Juan;”whioh he pa med off on the Super intendent as Solom in’s songs, and waltzed off with the prize. TUTT’S PILLi A distinguished physician of New 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 virtu* s are heralded from the mansions of the wealthy and refined. Knowing the inventor from his long connection with the medical profession, I have great confidence iu their merit*, and of late have often prescribed them with the happiest results in cases where I desired to make a decui- npression on the liver.** TUTT’S PILLS CURE SICK HEADACHE. TUTT’S PILLSr-'~ CURE DYSPEPSIA. TUrPSPILLS CURS CON8TIPATION. TUTT’S PILLS CURE PILES. Medical College of Georgia, hence using hi# pill* have the guar antee that they frle^lVou! all (Hackery TUTT’S PILLS CURE FEVER AND AGUE. TUTT’SPILLS CURE BILIOUS COLIC. TUTT’SPILLS CURE KIDNEY COMPLAINT. TUTT’SPILLS CURE TORPID LIVER. rUTT’S PILLS IMPART APPETITE. Dr. Tutt has ■en engaged in the practice of medicine thirty and for a He ha* U then qualities ..f a STRENGTH- A# a nafc fa:ui)\ PHI I F, 2.V. orricK • 33 Murray Iv, NKW YOkh BOOTS AND 8HOE8. FINE SHOES! LADIES’ AND MISSES’ NEWPORTS, Plain and with Buckles. Sandals 1 Slippers, In New and Tasty Styles. BURTS’ Fine Button Boots. RAILROADS. WESTERN RAILROAD OF ALABAMA. Cclumbus, Ga., June 3, 1877. Trains Leave Columbus AS FOLLOWS Southern Mail. UitSU p.m.,arrives at Montgomery. 6.-04 p m Mobile 6:26 A X New Orleans. 11:26 a m Selma 8:16 p m Atlanta S:40 ▲ h Atlanta Ac Northern JMLa.il. 7515 a. in., arrives at Atlanta 2:30 p M ALSO BY THIS TRAIN Arrive at Montgomery.* 2:05 p m “Accommodation,” Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Leave Columbus 7:30 p m Arrive at Atlanta 9:40 a m Arrive at Montgomery 6:10 ▲ m Making olose connection tor Nashville, Lou isville, &o. TRAINS ARRIVE AT COLUMBUS From Montgomery and Southwest.. 10:66 a m “ “ 6:06 p x From Atlanta and Northwest 5:06 p x This Train, arriving at Columbus at 5:00 p. M., leaves Atlanta at 0:30 a. in. E. P. ALEXANDER, President. CHARLES PHILLIPS, Agent. Joels tf Central and Southwestern Railroads. J ' ’]T, J liinn*** r:u-~ IU?±j.iur Xr w 1 Vtf & E KT T THE HANDSOMEST SHOE iil T. Brown CloMoj Button (.Ms, HOE GW’ r. -4r Also a full Line of SPRING WORK in all the Popular Styles, ALL AT REDUCED PRICES. A Heavy Stock of Brogans, Plow Shoes, and Sta ple Goods, FOR WHOLESALE TRADE W For anything you want In the Shoe and Leather Line, call at THE OLD SHOE STORE, No. 73 Broad Street, (Sign of the Big Boot.) WELLS & CURTIS. GROCERIES. J.J.&W.R.WQQD, 91 Broad Street, DEALERS IN FAMILY GROCERIES, P RESERVED JELLIES, FOREIGN and DOMESTIC FRUITS, UONFEUTIONEKY—a choloe stock, PICKLES—All Best Brands, In any quantity, CANNED FRUITS, VEGETABLES and MEATS, MAGNOLI A HAMS, BUEV’ TONGUES, FERRIS’ BREAKFAST BACON, A CHOICE LOT NEW ORLEANS SYRUP, APPLE VINEGAR. SPARKLING CIDER ON TAP—Very Nice, THE BEST 6c. CIDER IN THE CITY, DUDLEY’S BOLTED MEAL—in % and ^-bushel sacks, put up for family use. Try li 4*T Our Goods are selected for fam ily trade. We guarantee all we sell. J. J. A W. R. WOOD. Columbus, Uu, octst-endly Maxims fo r Tonne: Men. Never be idle. Never gamble. Make few promises. Always speak th< truth. Keep good company or none. . Live up to your engagements. Drink no intoxicating liquors. Never speak ligttly of religion. Be just before jou are generous. Good character s above all things else. Never borrow if it is possible to avoid it. Never listen to idle and loose conver sation. Keep yourself ir noreut if yon would be happy. Make no haste t} be rich if you would prosper. Ever live (miafe rtone excepted) within your income. Never run iu de it unless you see a way to get out again. Save when you are young and spend when you are old. When you spea i to any person look him in the face. Good company and good conversation are the very sine* a of virtue. Your oharacter launot be essentially in jured exoept by y mr own acts. When you retin to bed think over what what you have do; i« daring th« day. WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS, Meriwether County, Georgia. This Favorite SUMMER RESORT! Is Now Open for the Reception of Guests Everything for (be Coiufnrt o Guests will bo i rovtdert by the Proprietor. KATES OF BOARD: Per day | 2 i “ week io d “ month so c Children and Servants half price. JAS. W. RYAN. iulOlm Proprietor. Savannah, Ga., March 8, 1877. O N AND AFTER SUNDAY, March 11, Passenger Trains on the Central anu Southwestern Railroads and Branohes will run as follows: TRAIN NO. 1, GOING NORTH AND WEST Leaves Savannah 9:20 a x Leaves Augusta 9:16 a x Arrives at Augusta 4:46 p x Arrives at Macon 6:46 r m Heaves Macon for Atlanta 9:16 p x Arrives at Atlanta 6:02 a x Making close connections at Atlanta with Western and Atl&ntlo Railroad tor all points North and West. COMING SOUTH AND EAST. Leaves Atlanta. 10:40 p x Arrives at Macon 6:45 a x Leaves Macon — 7:00 ax Arrives at iViiliedgeville 9:44 ▲ x Arrives at Eaton* on 11.30 ax Arrives at Augusta 4 46 p M Arrives at Savannah 4.00 p X Leaves Augusta 9:16 a x Making connections at Augusta tor the North and Last, and at Savannah with the Atlantic and Gulf Railroad for ail points In Florida. TRAIN NO. 2, GOING NORTH AND WEST Leaves Savannah.., 7:30 P X Arrives at Augusta - 6:00 a X t eaves Augusta 8:06 p x Arrives at inilledgeville 9:44 a m Arrives at Eatonton 11 30 a x Arrives at Macon., 8:00 ▲ x Leaves Macon for Atlanta 8:40 a x Arrives at Atlanta 2:16 p x Leaves Macon for Albany and Eu- faula 8:20 a x Arrives at Eufanla 3:49 p x Arrives at Albany 2 io p x Leaves Macon for Columbus...... 9:83 a x Arrives at Columbus. 1:15 pm Trains on this schedule for Macon, Atlanta, Joiumbus, y ufaula and Alban; dally, making close connection at Atlanta with Western A Atlantio and Atlanta A Richmond Air Line. At Eutaula with Montgomery and Enlaula 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 1:40 p x Arrives at Macon from Atlanta........ 6 65 p x Leaves Albany 10:«jo a x Leaves Eafaula 8:b6 p x Arrives at Macon from Eufaula and Albany 4:10 p x Leaves Columbus 11:19 a x Arrives at Macon from Columbus.... 3:11 p x Leaves Macon 7:36 p x Arrives at Augusta....... 0:00 a x Leaves Augusta 8:06 p x Arrives at Savannah 7:15 a X Making connections at Savannah with At* antlo 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 Snpt. Central Railroad, Savannah. W. G. RAOUL, Supt. Southwestern Railroad, Macon. feb5tf Mobile & Girard R. R. t -rm O N and after SUNDAY, MAY 6th, the Mail Train on tne Mobile & Girard Rail* road will run as follows: GOING WEST. Leave Columbas General Passenger Depot daily, at 1:40 p x Leave Columbus Broad Street Depot daily, at 2:20 p x Arrive at Union Springs 6:66 p x Troy 8:00 p x “ Eufaula 10:10 p x “ Montgomery 7:66 p x “ Mobile 6:25 A X “ New Orleans... .....11:26ax “ Nashville 7:55 a x “ Louisville. 8:40 p X “ Cincinnati 8:16 p x “ St. Louis 8:10 ax “ Philadelphia 7:36 a x “ New York..... 10:26am COMING EAST. Leave Troy 12:60 A x Arrive at Union Springs 2:40 a x “ Columbus 7:10 am “ Opelika 9:20 a x “ Atlanta 3 00 pm “ Macon 3:26 p x 44 Savannah 7:16 a x Close connection made at Union Springp dally for Montgomery and points beyond. For Eufaula Tuetday, Thursday and Satur day. Through c^ach with sleeping accommoda tions between Columbus 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 CLARK* Superintend D. E. WILLIAMS, General Tieket Agent. my9 h Warm and White Sulphur SPRINGS. DENTISTRY. DR. J. M. MASON, D. D. S., Office Over Enquirer-Sun Office, COLUMBUS, GA., C URES Diaeued Gums and other diseases of the Month; cures Abscessed Teeth; inserts Artificial Teeth; fills Teeth with Gold, or cheaper material If desired. AU work at reasonable prloes and auaran. tted. f.bli dlylwtm P ASSENGERS going to the Warm and White Sul; hur springs will find it more convenient and pleasant Via tie k Ml Railroad, As arrangements have been made to bav. HACKS meet every morning and evenlng’e train. WM. REDD, Jr., )»* lap's.
