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The Cherokee Georgian WEDNESDAY, - - AUGUST 4, 1875 IN HIS VINEYARD. BY ADDIKLL WYMAN. There is never away so narrow or short But the Master’s work is there; There is something to do for His dear sake, Or something to calmly bear. There are trials to meet with Christian faith, And duties with Christian grace ; And there’s Christian sweetness to every one, To be given in every place. Their working days are never so hard, Who find in Christ a stay; And days of darkness are days of light When Jesus leads the way. And the waiting days ol those who hope, Are days of quietness ; And the praying days of those who trust, Are days of perfect peace. There are flowerets down in the valley low, And over the mountain side, Whicn never were praised by a hunjm voice, Nor by human eyes descried. ’ Yet as sweet as the breath of the royal rose Is the perfume they exhale; And why they bloom, and where they bloom. The good Lord knoweth well. “I Have Got a Secret.” HOW A YOUNG LADY FEELS WHEN SHE IS ENGAGED. The following “intercepted let ter,” from the Home Journal, tells funnily how a young miss feels when surreptitiously engaged: Dear Allie—l have got a real, live, grown-up beau; and isn’t it jolly ; he’s perfectly splendid; just like those lovely wax figures in the windows, only they can’t use their lips. It’s my French teacher, and he sa\ s “ma petite” just like a cooing dove, and he always smells so sweet of pond lilies ! I don’t have anything to do with the boys now ; those little boys of seventeen and eighteen do very well when there are no men around, if they can get money enough from their pas to buy us Gunther’s candies, but they can’t amuse us girls of fourteen, they seem just like ba bies, and when they try to make love, O, my, aren’t they mushy? Now, Monsieur Fontaine acts as if he had been engaged twenty times, although I’m his first love ; but we don’t let on before ma, and Thuse. It makes Arthusa awful mad for me to call her Thuse, and that’s the reason Ido it. I heard her ask ma the other day if the Frenchman’s manners were not too familiar towards that child. Child! She’s awfully afraid of my being a young lady I What need she care, now she’s married ? Wasn’t she spoony, though about Fred ? When ho used to come and see her, I would drag Tommy into the room and put my arm around his waist and squeeze his hand until her face would be as red as a beet. . Sucn fun! 1 caught her kissing him once ; such a little nipping kiss, just as if she were tasting pepper sauce. Now', if I pretended to kiss a man, I’d do it in right good earn est ; just plant my feet square on the ground, and give it to him, first pop, right on the lips. 0 Allie, poor Thuse would ge off on a dead faint at my low-bred expressions, and inform me for the nine hundred and ninth time that my name is Ells worth. Just as if 1 didn’t know my own name, and what docs it matter any way, when 1 expect to chang<w*ft. so soon? Ido not ex “■' pect to hang on to it till lam a hor rid old maid, like poor Miss Tracy opposite. She might be a warning to the strongest minded. She’s nervous, and how I do love to scare her. I promised Tommy five cents worth of peanuts, the other day, to let me hold him out of our third story window. He’d let me skin him for a paper of peanuts. So I gpt him out, and knelt down under the window-ledge, where I couldn’t be seen, and held light hold of his wrists. Thuse thinks my strength is disgusting. Pretty soon there was an elderly shriek, and then an elderly form rushed across the street to mother; but by the time they got up stairs 1 was seated qui etly at my erochet-work, and Tom my was turning somersaults on the b6d, over the lovely fluted pillow cases. And ma still thinks it’s poor Alias Tracy that is “a little wild at times.” 1 love my brother Fred ever so much, but I don’t see how he ever came to fancy such a die-away spe- I cimen as our Thuse. Because she r. is so awful pretty, I suppose; but <, she just turns him round her Hu ger. If he refuses to got what she she just looks like a martyr ■tames, and lets down all her like the Magdalena in the picture gallery. And although they arc real pretty hanging on the walls, even an artist does not want to sit at the table three times a day ’pnositej* Jive owe. with her eye> Ihd up and her hair down her So poor Fix'd always gh a, and sfi v -miles a forgiving smile, puts up her hair, and goes off to buy the fine silk or the set of jewelry that has taken her fan cy. And when she gets it she keeps tight hold of it, too. She has never given me even a cuff button. Thuse always was stin gy. And she is so stuck up because she has got a son. Just as if it was something wonderful. Why, Mrs. Tubbs, our laundress, has eight of them, besides one that was drowned and one scalded, and she isn’t a bit set up. But Arthusa says “My boy!” and does the ma ternal all to pieces. She thinks Alexis is made of nicer materials than most babies, and I know she doesn’t believe the catechism where it says he was made out of the vul gar dust of the earth. 1 suppose she thinks rose-leaves and corn starch were used to make up his delicate organization. It would re lieve my feelings to see a speck of dirt on that child’s face ; it makes me ache to see him so painfully clean. And she thinks he is going to be a little Solomon, or some • humbug or other. Now, Allie, I have got a secret that you mustn’t tell a living soul.' If you do I will never forgive you. I I have promised Monsieur Fontaine to be married in three weeks, on my fourteenth birthday, and if mo-' ther seems likely to object we are going to elope, just like the girls ( in the novels. Won’t it be splen did? Just think what a sensation it will make ? The Chicago papers will be full of it. “Elopement in high life. The lovely daughter of the rich and elegant Mrs. E h eloped with her teacher.” Poor Thuse would do high tragedy, and wring her hands, and talk of the disgrace to their noble house of Ellsworth. I should think her del icate shoulders would ache from carrying our noble house so long. Now, don’t you breathe a word of it, and I will stand by you, if you run away with a shoe-black. * Married at fourteen! Just think ’ I shall beat Thuse out and out. I Then, too, something might happen to Monsieur Fontaine. Os course, I wouldn’t have anything happen to him for the world; but then something might, you know—the railroads are always smashing up; and if there should, why then I would be a young and interesting widow; and* black crape, with my fair complexion, would be so sweet —and O Allie, do you think that I am too young to wear a widow’o cap ? What a blow that cap would be to Arthusa! She would rather receive a whole paper of needles in her side, that is, gold-headed ones, not your common steel things. Now, Allie Wyndham, if you tell you’ll be just as mean as you can be. Lovingly yours (for a little' while), Celia Ellsworth. i ! Faith in Prayer.—A little girl, in a wretched attic, whose sick mother had no bread, knelt down by the bedside and said, slowly, “Give us tl is day < ur daily bread.” Then she went into the street and began to wonder w’here God kept his bread. She turned round the corner and snw a large well filled baker’s shop. “This," thought Nettie, “is the place;’’ so she entered confidently and said to the big baker, ’’l’ve come for it." “Come for what ’’’ “My daily bread,” she said, pointing to the tempting loaves. “I’l take two, if you please, one for mother and one for me.” "All right 1" said the baker, putting them into a bag and giving then to the little cus tomer, who starred at once into the street. “Stop, you little rogue I" he sxid roughly; “where’s your money?” “I hadn’t any,’’ she said simply. “Hadn’t any,” he repeated angrily; “you little thief, what brought you here then ?” The hard words frightened the little girl, who bursting into tears said: “Mother is sick, and lam so hungry. In my prayers I said, ‘Give us this day our daily bread,’ and then I thought God meant me to letch it, and so I came.” The rough but kind hearted baker was anfb nrd by the child's simoi* Ute, and he sent her back to her mother wills a well filled basket. Hold On —Hold on to your tongue when you are just ready to swear or speak harshly, or use au improper word. Hold on to your fewt when you are on the point of kicking, or running away from study, or pursuing the juth of error, shame or crime. Hold on to your temper when you are angry, excited, or imposed upon, or others are angry abou' y u. Huhi on to your good name at all times, for it is much more valuable to you than gold, high places, or fashionable attire. Hold on to truth, for it will serve ynu well and do you good throughout eternity. Ori*osiTi’*N —A certain amount of oppo sition is a great help to man. Kites rise against the wind, an 1 not with the wind; even a Lc.»d wind is better than none. No man ever worked his p wsage anywhere in a dead calm. Let no man wax pate, there fore, because of opfMaution; opposition is what be wants and must have, to be good for anything. Hardship is the native soil of manhood and self reliance. He who uanwt abide the storm without flinching, lies down by the wayside to be oreriuoked « forgo’;en What Shall we do with our Daugh ters ’—Apropos to what Mrs Livermore’s late lecture on the above important question said, the Dawnport Democrat thus sensibly makes answer: Teach them self-reliance. Teach them to make bread. Teach them to make shirts. Teach them to foot up store bills. Teach them to wear thick, warm shoes. Teach them how to make their own dresses. Teach them to do the marketing for the family. Teach them that a dollar is only a hun dred cents. Teach them how to cook a good meal of victuals. Teach them every day dry, hard, prac tical sense. Teach them to darn stockings and sew on buttons. Give them a good substantial common school education. Teach them to sty no, and mean it; or yes and s ick to it. Teach them to regard the morals, not the money of beaux. Teach them to wear calico dresses, and do it like a queen. An English Nobleman’s idea of an English Duke’s estate’ may Be had when we state that the establishment of the Duke of Devonshire would occupy one of our large counties. The park im mediately surrounding the palace contains three thousand acres. The principal gar den for vegetables, fruits, greenhouses, etc., is twenty-five acres. There are thirty green houses, each from fifty to seventy-five feet long. Three or four of these contain noth ing but pineapples, others contain nothing but melons and cucumbers. One peach tree on the glass wall measures fifty-one feet in width; fifteen feet in height, and bears 1,060 peaches. It is the largest in the world. The grape-houses, five or six in all, are seven hundred feet long. But what shall be said of the conservatory, filled with every variety of tropical plants? It is one of the wonders of the world. It covers an acre ot ground, is one hundred feet high, of oval shape, and cost $500,000. It is heated by steam and hoi, water pipes, which, in all, are six miles in length. The apparatus consumes six hundred tons of coal in a year. The New Orleans Picayune tells the story of a printer, who, when his fellow workmen went out to drink beer during the working hours, put in the bank the exact amount which he would have spent if he had gone out to drink. He kept to this resolution for five years. He then exam ined his bank account and found th it he had on deposit $521 80. In the five years he had not lost a day from ill-health. Three out of five of his fellow workmen had, in the meantime, become drunkards, were worthloaa andjSfere dis> charged. 'The ‘water-drinker fTOwonghtl out the printing office, went on enlarging his bus.ness, and in 20 years from the time he began to put by his money wjis worjJdt SIOO,OOO. The story, whether new or old*** teaches a lesson which every young me chanic shotfld lay to heart. A Beautiful Extract.—One fountain there is whose deep veins have only just begun to throw up silver drops among mankind—a fountain which will allay the thirst of millions, and will give to all who drink it infinite joy. It is knowledge ; the fountain of cultivation, which gives health to man, makes visions, brings joy to his life, and breathes over bis soul’s destiny a deep repose. Go and drink therefrom, thou whom fortune has not favored, and thou wilt soon find thyself rich! Thou mayest go forth into the world, and find thvsclf every where at home; thou canst cultivate it in thy own little chamber; thy friends are around thee, and carry on wise conver sations with thee. The industrious king doms of the ant, the works of man, in fact the whole bosom of nature, offer to thy sou’ hospitality. It is wonderful to what an extent people believe happiness depends on not being obliged to labor. Honest, hearty, content ed labor is the only source of happiness, as well as the only guarantee of life. Idleness and luxury produce premature decay, much faster than trades regarded as the most exhaustive and fatal to longevity Labor in general actually increases the term of life. It is the lack ot ‘occupation that annually destroys so Amy of the wealthy, who have nothing part of drones, and, like them, have a speedy exit, while the busy bee fills out it* day in usefulness and honor. Flowers are the gift of a beneficent Creator. With them He has given to us a low of the beautiful. Religion strengthens rather than weakens this inherent affection. Happy for us that our pleasures are always blended. Even without piety, those who cultivate flowers feel their refining influ< nee on the sensibilities, and their stimulus to the virtues of the heart; while the good and devout find their contemplation the more inspiring by their piescnce. The sick-room is made cheerful, and the tedious hours of the sufferers are beguiled by their presence. The best thing to give your enemy is forgiveness; to your opponent, tolerance ; to a friend, your heart; to your diild, a good example; to your father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will m ike her glad; to yourself, respect: to all men, charity; to God, obedience. An Irishman with a heavy bundle on his shoulder, riding on the front of a horse car, was asked why he did not set his bun dle on the platform. “Be jabbers,” was bis reply, “the horses have enough to draw me, let ahme the bundle.” • | Loved and Lost.—l fell in love with a j fat young girl once. I loved madly, be i! cause I was loving two hundred and seven pounds of girl. She was amiable, tender hearted, good natured, and true, and I think she loved me. We were to be mar ried in the fall, and I should probably have been one of the happiest of husbands, when an accident dashed my prospects. She fell overboard just as we were about to i leave the wharf on a steamboat excursion. | Three or four sailors plunged after her, and > t they got a gang plank under her, a cable 1 around her waist, and towed her to the . | wharf. Then they rigged a d> rrick and lifted her out by sections, but they were so f long about it that she took a severe cold, I and the result was death. There were . months and months after that I could not pass a load of hay without thinking of my t ' lost Amanda and shedding tears, and even to this day I never see an elephant or a ! rhinoceros without her dear visage looms up before me. A Good Moral Character. —There is L nothing which adds so much to power of man as a good moral character. It is his I wealth—his influence—his life. It digni fies, exalts, imd glorifies him at every pe riod of lite. It is more to be desired than ■everything else on earth. It makes man independent. No servile tool, no treach erous honor seeker, ever bore such a char acter. If young men knew the power of character never should we find them yield . ing to the groveling and base-born purposes which destroy body and soul. Lending to the Lord.—An overworked city physician was requested by a widow to present his bill for long-continued serv ices in her family. “I will pay it by in stallments,” she said, “as soon as I am able to earn it.” The next day the bill was sent, including services and medicines for 'months, but receipted. Underneath the 1 signature was written: “He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord. I owe Him so much, permit me to lend Him this.” Two travelers having been assigned to the same bed-room in a crowded hotel, one of them, before retiring, knelt down to I pray, and confessed aloud a catalogue of sins. On arising from his knees, he saw ' his fellow-traveler, valise in band, going out of the door, and exclaimed : “What’s the matter? what’s up?” “Oh, nothing,” was the reply, “only I’m not going to risk I myself with such a scamp as you confess 1 yourself to be I” | The little things which you mav du for those about you will fall back upon your | heart as the summer dews fall upon the vineyards. What if it is nothing but a ' kind word to a schoolboy crying in the street? It dried his tears, and the aching heart grows light and glad again. Who , knows what a cloud of darkness one kind word may dispel ? || If we judge from history, of Chat is the book of glory composed ? Are not its dead men’s skin —its letters stamped or Iliuman blood—its golden clasps the pil- SiUB of nations ? It is illuminated with broken hearts. The man who takes not his county pa per is false to bis duty as a citi»n; his conscience troubles him, and ill luck is likely to attend upon him. — Smith. I Man judges of our motives by our ac- 1 lions; God judges of our actions by our motives. | When a man can’t find anything to do, he has lived long enough. Railroad Schedules. WESTERN & ATLANTIC R R. day passenger—outward. ( Leave Atlanta 8.40 A M ( Arrive at Chattanooga 3.50 r M DAY PASSENGER —INWARD. Leave Chattanooga 5.15 a m Arrive at Atlanta 13.30 pm I NIGHT PASSENGER—INWARD. j Leave Chattanooga 7.10 r m Arrive at Atlanta 10.85 a m ACCOMMODATION TRAIN. i Leave Atlanta 8.30 P M Arrive Marietta 5.05 p M Arrive Carb rsville 7.17 f M Arrive at Dalton 11.55 F m Leave Dalton 1.15 a M 1 krrive at Atlanta 9.55 a m • ' ARRIVAL OF PASSENGER TRAINS AT CARTERSVILLE. DAY PASSENGER. v-Frosh Atlanta.... 11:04 a m From Chattanooga 10:11 am NIGHT PASSENGER. From Chattanooga 8:12 fm From Atlanta 12.00 r m i I ACCOMMODATION TRAIN. From Atlanta 7:17 PM From Dalton 5:31 a m CARTER S V I L L E SALE & LIVERY STABLE BY Roberts i Stephens, (Successors to Roberts & Tumlin.) | This is one of the largest and best ar- ; ranged establishments in North Georgia. The building is eligibly situated near the depot and court-house, and is well slocked with ‘GOOD HORSES AND SUPERIOR VEHICLES, which are ready at all times for those who wish to ride, either on bu-ineae or for plea sure. The proprietors kc< p constantly on * hand a | GOOD SUPPLY OF FOOD FOR HORSES, and have in their employ faithful grooms to take care of stuck letl in their charge. We will BUY, SELL. AND EXCHANGE Horses and Mules on veiy accommodating terms. ja! 1y THE CHEROKEE GEORGIAN, I A Weekly Newspaper, I PUBLISHED AT I - . CANTON, GEORGIA, And Devoted to the Interests of Cherokee Georgia. THE G-EORG-IAK VV ill contain, from time to time, the Latest News, and will give its 1 readers an interesting variety of LITERARY, MORAL, AGRICULTURAL, EDUCATIONAL, TEMPERANCE AND POLITICAL, READING MATTER. It is a Home Enterprise, and every citizen in Cherokee and adjoin ing counties should give it his encouragement and suppoit. IHE Georgian will be AN EXCELLENT ADVERTISING MEDIUM, and merchants and others, who wish to secure the vast trade from the ( mountain counties, would do well to avail themselves of the advantages which it offcßs. Job of AJI Iv iritis Will be executed at The Georgian office, in the neatest style and on j the most liberal terms. BARTER of all kinds taken for Job Work I and subscriptions. TERMS OF* THE GEORGIAN. One Year, W Eight Months I Four Months 4 »0 A liberal discount will be made to clubs. BREWSTER & SHARP, Proprietors. J. 0. DOWDA, Business Manager. | ' i ' . I The Greatest Medical Discovery OF THE Nineteenth Centurv. 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May vuur shadow uever grow less, and you never become weary in well doing. augSO-ly JOHN SHARP Thankful for the very flattering reception the FEMALE REGULATOR has met with from all portions of the country, the Proprietor begs leave to announce that he has t l“ r g < ’ly i»i reused his manufacturing facilities, and hopes that before very long be will be able to place within the retch of every suffering woman this, the greatest lioon to her sex. tir Price. $1.34 per Bettie. For sale by all Druggists in the United States. L. H. BRADFIELD. Proprietor, Atlanta, Georgia.