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YOL. XIX.
COLUMBTJS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, JULY 8, 1877.
NO. 161
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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.
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33 Murray Iv,
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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.
