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BRIGHTWELL. •CARPENTER, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Residence, Canton, Ga. O ALL work done br aie will 1»c <l<w with neftt n«M anti <li«paUh. Fnew rcM<inat>le—«atisf;u.tiun ■•aranlwwd. Aug 4, 1-Gm JAMES O. DOWDA, Attorney at Law, CANTON, • - - GEORGIA. WILL practice in the Superior Courts ot lYierokee and adjoining counties. Will fhithtully and promptly attend to the ; collection of all claims put in his hands. Oflkwinthe court-house, Canton, Ga. i aug 4, 1 ly lsr 4. M. 'ttui-k/ WILL CONTINUK THE FRACTICK vF Medicine and Surgery. Disk ases «t w< >m kn and obstet- RlCSnuule a SPECIALTY. Office ou Rain •l reel, wutl end. Ang 4 1-ts J. M. HARDIN, HOUSE AND SIGN PAINTER, Canton Ga. • ! Aug 4, J -ly JO/lt*Fl'll"' U “ ■' * , ®ljc (CljiTukcc (!?cmginii. WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THE PAPERS? BY N P. WILLIS. Why don’t you take the papers ? They’re the life of iny delight, Except about. election time, And then I read for spite. Subscribe ! you enn not lose a cent; Why should you be afraid ? For cash thus paid is money lent At interest four fold paid. Go, then, and take the papers, And pay to-day, nor pay delay, And my word for it is inferred, Yoy’ll live until you’re gray. An old neighbor of mine, While dying of a cough, Desired to hear the latest news While he was going off. I took the papers and I r ad Os some new pills in force; He bought a box —and is he dead? No ; hearty as a horst! I knew two men, as much alike As e’er you saw two stumps, And no phrenologist could find A difference in their bumps. One takes the paper, and his life Is happier than a king's; His chikben all can read and write, And talk of men and things. The other took no piper, and. While strolling thro’ the wood, A tree fell down and broke his crown And killed him—‘very good.” Had he been reading of the news, At home, like neighbor Jun, I’ll bet a cent that accident Would not have happened him. Why don’t yon take the paprs? Nor from the printer sneak, Because you borrow’from his boys A paper every week. For he who takes the p iper, Ami pays his bill when due, Can live in peace with God and man, And with the printer too. I » »- I The Dream of Angels. Little Katy Bnarks wore a smile to-day upon her pale fnee, as she shipped along the street, on an errand for her poor, hard working mother. Smiles were not often seen on Katy’s face—she seldom ran and frolicked like other little girls of her age, tor she was very poor and had to work ; not child-work either, but such as children would never do unless a hard fate forced them. Whether it was that her little strength was drained, or whether she was naturally weak, it is certain that she was a little sufferer in holy as well as in hcait. It would have •lone your soul good to see how happy Katy looked that morning. Why was it ? A real joy was in store for tier. There was to lie a picnic for the Sab bath-school children. She was one of them, ami had a right to go, though she was a very irregular attendant. This was the reason: she had very few clothes that were decent to appear in, at such a place as the church, and even when she made her best appearance, she often observed the more favored children eyeing her with silent, curious glances. Kity knew why they looked at her so, and it was hard to bear, so sometimes she stayed away, be cause it was hard. Still she had not been forgotten on this (xransion. The superintendent had sent a special word to her mother. What a host of unusual and beautiful visions came to her, in prospect of that long day which was to l>e passed beneath the shade of spreading oaks, in company with kind chil dren and teachers! None bat genial anti cipations filled her heart as she tripped along singing snatches of a Sabbath-school song. How lost she was in the oblivion of happy thought, that she could have dared to brush against the rich garments of a young gill, walking the same sidewalk! She encountered a scornful glance, upon looking up in blushing surprise at her own temerity. “Yes!” exclaimed the girl to a young companion with whom she was walking; “of couise I will attend your picnic! I would enjoy n promenade there, with this member of your school here at my side, in her charming dress!” The glance was bent full upon the faded. ' torn calico dress, and dark ill-shapen sun bonnet. which unfortunate little Katy wore. Truly she did present a forlorn contrast to i t’ne stylish young miss who was regarding her so scornfully. Katy took it a’l in, in a moment —the mournful truth! Her lines ' bad not fallen in the same “pleasant places” | through which the feet of these fair and ! blooming girls were led ; perhaps God loved i them best. Such was her mental cry as I she turned meekly away, while all the ' happy light faded out from her face. The 1 happy vision of the picnic was gone—she no longer wished to go. it such was to be I her portion among the happier children. The young girl who had not yet spoken I now turned to the scornful speaker and ex | claimed: “For shame, A mam la Grey! | How could you speak so unkindly to that ’ poor little thing F’ “Unkindly, iwneodf’ retorted Amanda, j “Do you think uttdersL-mds decent lan guagc? Ctrtaiuly she does not know what CANTON, CHEROKEE COUNTY, GA, WEDNESDAY AUGUST 11, 1875. decent behavior is. Only see how she soiled my skirt wi'.h her dirty feet! But,” she added, with a haughty bow, “since you seem to admire her, I will leave you to en joy it.” So saying she passed on, whilst Lula Miltori, without deigning a reply to her silly words, hurried after the retreating form of Katy. She reached her at length, and found that beneath the little bowed sun-bonnet a weeping face was hidden. “Only see!” exclaimed Lula, “what that cruel girl has done! Don’t mind her unla dylike conduct, Katy—she has nothing to do with our picnic; she is only envious of our pleasure. We all want you to go and be just as happy as possible. Dry up your tears—please do-!” Lula had taken Katy’s poor hand in hers, for she eonld plead more affectionately that way, and she noticed how hot it felt. “Are yon sick, Katy ?” she asked. “I was sick,” sobbed Katy, “but I forgot all about it. when I got to thinking about the picnic.” “Well! go to thinking about it again, and get well; for you must be sure to go, and we will all be happy together. We are not going to have any black sheep along.” “But,” sighed Katy, “I will be ashamed to go in such poor clothes, for our children at Sabbath school often look at meso hard, it makes me hate to go.” ‘ Don’t let that trouble you; for you are to have a niciKwhite drees, and hat, and a pair of new shoes, all ready for you. Only think of it, and your little heart easy," cried Lula.” \ Katy's large eyes weri\fixed in wonder and incredulity upon Lula’s'face. “Oh ! you dear little surprised one,” ex claimed Lula, laughing, and shaking her enjoy yotq; sur prise a little longer, for I’ve been to tell you just yet. You must treasure uji all sorts of joys for your share of the picnic —the dress will be ready for yon.” Katy’s tear? were dried, and whilst a bright light came into her eyes, and a flush upon her cheek, she exclaimed: ‘‘Yon are sure it is a white dress?” “Sure,” echoed Lula, still smiling. “I never wore a white dress in all my life,” sard Katy, solemnly; “I will feel like an ftngel—for that is the way I always think of them.” There was something startling in the ex pression of Katy’s wild-looking eyes, so that Lula caught her hand again and cried: “You must have fever, little one. Go home now, and tell mother to nurse you up and get you quite well, before the great day. 1 know more than one who will be sorry not to see you there.” “Oh,” cried Katy, with a burst of feel ing, “if they were all like you”—with that she could say no more, and she ran off towards her homo. Lula walked onward in another direction with a brisk step, for she had a charge to execute. She had some money in her purse which was to be laid out for Katy. The day before, their superintendent had called her aside, and laid the money in her hand, saying; “Lula, I give you this to lay out in procuring some new clothes for Katy Brooks. She will not enjoy going with others, who are so much better dress ed. I leave it to your warm heart to make her happy.” “And to your thoughtful kindness she will owe it all,” exclaimed Lula, with tears in her eyes. Neither of them said any more, but the noble purpose, and »he warm heart, and ready hand which carried it out, all bore fruit, which they may reap, only on the eternal shores! Lula bad promised, and she did not fail. Ready fingers assisted her in making the soft white muslin, and in trimming the white hat with its pure white ribbons/ Lula had made it, truly, all in the livery w b ich is accorded to the angels, because she said it was Katy’s fancy. Shecanied the clothes herself to Katy, early on the morning of the picnic. It was charming to her to see the innocent delight of the child. She brushed out the long hair of Katy, and wound it in natu ral curls over her fingers, and it was won derful what a change it made—that graceful surrounding to the pale little face! Lula’s fingers touched the hot flesh around the child’s neck and face, and it made her think of sickness and caused a momentary shadow over her beautiful face. “Are you stiH sick, Katy she asked, in a tender voice “I feel sick ’most always,” she answered, ■ “but I don’t mind it to-day. lam going to be right happy, if only to pleaae you.” ’ “It does please me to see you happy," . cried Lula, “but 1 wish I could make you . well, too.’’ The child hesitated a moment, and then said, in a low voice, and with a timid ! glance into Lula’s fa<T!: “I did beg God, I last nigut, when I said my prayers, to ’ , make me well, just for to day, aud when I ' went to sleep, I dreamt that an angel, all , dressed in the very clothes you promised me, came and stood by my bed, and told me that God had heard my prayers, and ’ that he was going to cure me—that I never I would be sick any more. I was so happy ' Virtue and Intelligence—The Safeguards of Liberty after the dream, and lam now. Do you think I did wrong ?” ‘ Why, no, indeed, little one!" Lula’s voice was cheery, but she felt that mo mentary shadow growing darker. What had such a child to do with dreams of angels ? The l.i?t curl w is arranged, so she seize 1 her little charge by the han I, and they both hurried to the church where the children were fist assembling. How lovely Lula jfeced,’a«/untniiidtWW self, she holdfast the hand of Kity, and secured for her one of the best seats in one of the wagons. No one was ashamed to sit beside the little pauper then I Ho! for the woodlands! What a merry, joyful party they were, filling the wagons and buggies and carriages to overt! >wing ! They were off at last, whirling along in the bright morning air. Truly all were happy. Little Katy was transformed. Few rec ognized in her the K ity of former d <ys; yet all were attracted by her radiant ap Ah ! Katy’s vision, which unfolded to her then the beauties of air, of sky. and of earth, and the keen sensibilities which led her to the rare enjoyment of this festive scene, were all roused from long slumber ing, into an intensified existenc-j for the hour. She moved as if in a rarified ele ment. She had ne er so sung before, never so listened to the songs of happy children ; she would never again, until she heard the song ot angel choirs. A color, deeper than the rose, beautified her pale cheek, a bright hue dyed her lips, and a glow like the setting glory of the sunlight, male her eyes b "autifil to behold Lula often watched her with delight. ‘How happy she is!” was her thought; f “it has made lieF*TrTTl5 r '^' ? ” 0”?® Lula stood near the superintendent, as he was gazing with quiet but pleased enjoy ment upon the scene, and whispered to him: “Look! how gratefully lit’le Katy is regarding, you. I hive just told her to whom she o\ves all this—l could wait no longer.” „ \ There she was, looking timidly towards him, with gratitude beaming on her sac and she looked at Lula too. lie nodded pleasantly towanis her. There was a chord drawing the three together, in silent but deep feeling. To the rest, it wAs one of those days ever to be recorded among the green oases of memory. To Katy what was it ? The one joyful day—it was the Alpha and the Omega. At last toe long happy day drew near to its close. The children began to disperse —to bid farewell to the grove. Katy rode home with the rest. They thought she was only tire.i of her glad d ly’s frolicking, when she sank down on the floor of the wagon and rested her head upon one of the seats. So they did not disturb her dur ing that hotnevard joyous i\ide. Even the sweet voices of the children, joined in chorus as they sing and 'ro le, had no power to rouse her then. Snc lay so still that Lula found her out, an\l found, too, when she tried to lift her out before her own door, that she was burning with fe ver and wandering with delirium. Her young life was burning out.\ She had <>|>encd her eyes to happiness, arid the Fa ther, who loved her, never closed them again. He took her to the green fields that are always green, and by the eves flowing streams where a never-ending joy would fill her spirit. They laid her in bed, and Lula did not leave her. The kind superintendent came too, and listened to her voice, which, in its childlike wanderings, was like “sweet bells jangled out of tune.” She wandered in stiTl, under the trees, and heard the song of birds all night long. So her young spirit was oorne out of the han! life into the’lieautiful one beyond the shores of death; it was borne away in blootn ami beauty, because kind friends had not forgotten her in the festive hour. They had made one cloudless day tor her on earth. It closed, and another dawned for her in heaven. In the morning she lay still in her pure white dress, which she bad said reminded her of the angels—and she was one of them ! Lula, weeping Lula, kissed the cold but smiling liiw, and remembered Katy’s j dream. Truly the Great Physician had i beard the prayer, and answered it. Katy would never suffer agaiu 1 Love Your Mother.—Little ones, do you love your mother? You will never meet an eye as tender, a hand as gentle, or a heart as kind as hers. No love will ever be so strong as that which she bears you. It was she who nourished you in your in fancy, and soothed, with pleasure, your feverish cries, when all other ears had grown weary of them. She would cool the heavy brow, change the heated pillow, and ! answer your countless calls till the stars paled in the heavens, and yet no repining words escaped her lips. It was your mother who watched over you in childhood, taught your Juping tongue its first words, and your tottering I feet to bear 'your unsteady weight. She I was happy if your childish heart was full of joy; or if your brow was clouded, with loving words and gentle manner, she was ever ready to disp'-rse it. In youth, she guided the feet which are so prone to err, into the patl>» of pt ace and wisdom. Then we must love her who h .s so mttch loved us. When you go forth into the world, if you are in prosperity, many hearts will be . thrown at your fleet; bpt sq soon as fortune '■ frowns, these friends will desert you for one more favored by fortune. ’Tis then a . mother’s love will shine the brighter; and ' in the depths of her devotion, will make you forget that the world iscold and cheer , less; that friends are false; aud that life is i full of disappointment. Thea kt your mother see that you think of her; perform those little nameless at tentions which can only an wer the demand of a loving heart. Opposite Examples. I ask the young man who is forming his habits of life, or just beginning to indulge ' those habitual trains of thought out of which habits grow, to look around him and mark the examples whose fortune he would covet or whose fate he would abhor. Even as we walk the streets, we can meet ! with examples of both extremes. Here behold a patriarch, whose stock of vigor three score years and ten seem hardly to ' have impaired. His erect form, his firm ! step, his elastic limbs, and undimmed senses, are so many certificates of good conduct; or, rather so many jewels and orders of nobility with which nature has honored him, for his fidelity to her laws ' His fair complexion shows that his blood has never been corrupted; his pure breath, ■ that be has never yielded his digestive ap » paratus to abuse; his exact language and - -kv®D apprehension, that his brain has never ! been ciragged-O?. stupefied by the poisons of distiller or tobaccbiHSt- Enjoying his ’ appetite to the highest, he has the power of enjoying it. As he drains the cup of life, there are no lees at the bottom. ' His will reach the gaol of existence together .• Painlessly as ..a caudle burns ’ down m its socket, so will he expire ; and a little imagination would convert him into another Enoch, translated from earth 1 to heaven without death. But look at an opposite extreme, where an opposite history is recorded. What wreck so shocking to behold as the wreck of a dissolute man I The vigor of life ex -1 hausted, and yet the first steps in an hon orable career not taken. In himself a lazar house of disease; dead, but, by a heathen ish custom of society, not buried. Rogues have had the initial bitter of their title put into the palms of their hands ; for murder, Cain was only branded on the forehead ; but over the whole person of the de \ bauchce or the inebriate the signatures of infamy are written. How nature brands him with stigma and opprobrium I How she hangs labels all over him, to testify her disgust at his exist ence, and to admonish others to beware of his example! How she loosens all his joints, sends tremors along his muscles, and bends forward his frame, as if to bring him upon all-fours with kindred brutes or degrade him to a reptile’s crawling I How she disfigures his countenance, as if intent upon obliterating all traces ot his own im age, so that she may swear she never made him! How she pours rheum over his eyes, sends foul spirits to inhabit his breath, and shrieks, from every part of his body, “Be hold a beast f ’ Such a man may be seen in the si recta of our cities every day; if rich enough, he may be found in the saloons, and at the tables of the “upper tenbut surely, to every man of purity, and to every man whose wisdom as well as whose heart is unblemished, the wretch who comes cropped and bleeding from the pillory, and redolent with its appropriate perfumes, would be a guest or companion far less offensive. N ow, let the young man, rejoicing in his manly proportions and bis comeliness, look on that picture, and then on this; and then say after the likeness of which model he intends bis own erect stature and sublime countenance shall be configured. Poetry.—Poetry is the interpreter of the soul, and translates all thought into one language. While we eat the fruits of au tumn, it reminds us of the blossoms of the spring; and while we inhale the odor ous breath of May, it foretells the forests of December. It makes the marble of the sculptor live, the canvas of the painter speak, and the anvil of the artisan nng a chime. It is the handmaid of religion; the rose in the wreath of the bride, and the chaplet ot the dead; the mirth and the music of the marriage, and the awe and the silence of the burial. It is the voice of peace, the song of love, and the sigh of sor row. It sparkles in the smile of hope, and glitters in the tear of regret It is seen in the downcast eyes of modesty, and in the ingenuous expression of manhood. It is heard in the song of a robin, seen la the shape of a dove, or felt in the down of a swan. It is the truly beautiful, and the I beautiful truth. A’OLUME 1.-NUMBER 2. ALL FOR FUN. Voices of the night—Cats: r Hard drinking—Chewing ice: ~ A child's kingdom—Lapland. Staving business—Making barrels. An executive office —The fiangmhtt’k. Common pleas—Please shut the door. Noose paper—A marriage certificate. How can a pugilist stand up and set-to’.- The scale of good breeding—B nafural’.- How to keep a hotel—Never part witlii ft. [ When is a door not a door? When it's a-jar. When is a bed not a bed ? When, it’s a, little buggy. Sure to produce short crops—The bar ber’s shears. Carpets are bought by the yard and worn by the foot. When is a dog’s tail not a tail? When it’s a-waggin’. The home stretch—The stretch across the maternal knee. Order is heaven’s first law,, and it has> never been repealed. Beware of tlie man with half-shut eyes. He’s not dreaming. Nothing makes a person laugh so much as a set of new teeth. Speaking of the round world, much can be said on both sides. Walsting sweetness —Putting your arm about a pretty woman. To make a tall man short—Try to bor; row five dollars of him. A musician and a sailor should always know how to sound the C. An old bachelor’s definition of perpretna! motion—A lady’s tongue. Sunday is the strongest day in the week. The rest are all week days. As you can not avoid yonr own compa ny, make it as good as possible. Why Is a bald head like heaven ? Be cause there’s no parting there. ( Why is a compositor like a cripple ? Be cause he can’t get on without a stick. “That’s the end of my tail.” as the tad pole said as he turned into a frog. f '•What word is always pronounced wrong, - Leyen by the best scholars ? Wrong. like a penknife? Be cause the blades. When I tell him he hates/flattery,'hfL. says he does, being then most flattered. “This is the rock of ages," said the father, rocking two hours and the baby still awake. When is a scolding woinm most offen sive? When she is deaf as a post, and rails. “Bob, how is your sweetheart get ting on?” “Pretty well, I guess. She said I needn’t call any more.” Who was the strongest man ? Jonah ; because the whale couldn’t hold him after he got him down. Why Is a young lawyer like a national bank note? Because ho ie a legal tender and somewhat green. Speaking of becoming attire, what thing is most likely to become a woman ? Why, a little girl, of course. A young man who keeps a collection of locks of hair of his lady friends, calls them his hair-breadth escapes. One who thinks he knows all abnnt farming says that the best way to raise strawberries is with a sjKion. “I would quite as lief have a good kiss as n new cashmere,” wrote a young miss, while in the ecstacy of first love. Schoolmaster : “ What is nothing ?” Boy: “It’s when a man asks you to hold his horse and just says ‘Thank you.’ ” When we see a man begging his tobacco, we feel like reminding him of the old ad age, that “beggars must not be chewsers.” A woman in Scranton, Pennsylvania, put her tongue to a flat-iron to see if it waa hot That household is remarkably quiet these days. In a letter to a friend, a young lady states that she is not engaged; but that she sees a cloud above the horizon about as large as a man’s hand. A young lady, being asked by an enthu siastic politician what party she was in favor of, replied that she preferred a wed ding party. “It’s a shame, husband, that I have to sit here mending your old clotlies I” “Don’t say a word about it, wife. The least said the soonest mended.” “You need a little sun and air,” said a physician to r maiden patient seeking his advice. “If I do,” was the curt reply, “I’ll have to wait till I get a busband." A down-east boy, sixteen years of age, left his home eight years ago with the lofti est aspirations. He said he would make people open their mouths. He is now a dentist. Parton is ungracious enough to remark that many American ladies, were they sen tenced to be hanged to-morrow, would ask, as their first question; “Have I a hanging dress ?” “If a man bequeathed you a hundred pounds, would you pray for him ?” said a Bnnday-achool teacher to a pupil. “No,” said he, “I would pray for another like him.” Just think, if you swear off using tobac co and buying clothes after the first of January, you can save $5 per week at least, and $5 per week for one thousand years is $260,0001 When a young farmer’s wife made her first boy’s pants precisely the same before and behind, the father exclaimed: “Good ness! he wont know whether he’s going to school or coining home.” A little boy carrying some eggs home from the grocery, dropped them. “Did Sou break any ?” asked his mother, when e told her of it. “No,", said the little fel low, “but the shells came off some of em." A little girl was told to spell “ferment,” and give its meaning in a sentence chosen. The following was literally her answer: “Ferment, a verb, signifying to work. I love to ferment in the garden.”