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BY BREWSTER & CO. DIRECTORY. STATE GOVERNMENT. James M. Smith, Governor. N. C. Barnet, Secretary of State. J. W. Goldsmith, Comptroller General. John Jones, Treasurer. Joel Branham, Librarian. John T. Brown, Principal Keeper of the Penitentiary. Qustavus J. Orr, State School Commis sioner. J. N. Janes, Commissioner of Agricul ture. Thomas D. Little, State Geologist. JUDICIAL. BLUE RIDGE CIRCUIT. Nesi B. Knight, Judge. C. D. Phillips, Solicitor General. lime of Holding Court. Giierokkk —Fourth Monday in Febru ary, and first Monday in August. Cobb—Second Monday in March and Novena bor. Dawson—Third Monday in April and second Monday in September. Fannin —Third Monday in May and Oc tober. Forsyth—First Monday in April and fourth Monday in August. Gilmer —Second Monday in May and October. Lumpkin—Second Monday in April and Mrst Monday in September. Milton —Fourth Monday in March and third Monday in August. Pickens—Fourth Monday in April and September.. Towns —Monday after fourth Monday in May and October. Union —Fourth Monday in May and Oc tober. COUNTY OFFICERS. C. M. McClure, Ordinary. Regular court irxt Monday in each month. J. W. Hudson, Ckrk Superior Court. M. P. Morris, Sheriff. E. G. Gramling, Deputy Sheriff. John G. Evans, Treasurer. Wm. N. Wilson, Tax Receiver. Joseph G. Dupree, Tax Collector. Wm. W. Hawkins, Surveyor. Wua. Rampley, Coroner. JUSTICE COURT—CANTON DIS. Joseph E. Hutson, J. P. It. F. Daniel, N. P. U. G. Daniel, L. C TOWN GOVERNMENT. W. A. Toasly, Mayor J. W. Hudson, Recorder. .1. M. McAfee, J. B. lOrton, Jnine< O. Dowda, N. J Garrison, Jubez Galt, Alder inen. COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION. .James O. Dowda, President. James W. Hudson, County School Com misrioner. Prof. James U. Vincent. Examiner. Joseph M. McAfee, Allen Keith, .Joseph J. Maddox’, John R. Moore. Mealing* quarterly, in the court-house. GBEROKEE TEACHERS’ ASSOCIA TION. Ja-ies O. Dowda, President. M. B. Tuggle, Vice-President. C. M McClure, Secretary. i J. W. Attaway, Treasurer. John D Atlaway, Censor Morum. Prof, .Iviti* U. Vincent, Association Cor respondent. Regular meetings every second Saturday in each month, al 10 a. m. RELIGIOUS. Baptist Cinvcis, Canton tia., time ol nvrvice fourth Sunday in each month. Rev. M. B. Tuggle, Pastor. M. E. Church, time of service, preachers ia charge. Rev. R R. Johnson, first Sunday. i - E. Ledbetter, second. Rev. J. M. Hardin, third. MASONIC. Canton Lodge, No. 77, meets first and third Monday nights in each month. Joseph M. McAfee, W. M. B. E. Ledhetter, Secretary. Sixes Lodge, No. 282, meets first and third Saturdays, 3 p. in. C. Steele, W. M. O. W. Pulman, Secretary. GOOD TEMPLARS. C AMON Lodge, No. 119, meets evary Saturday, 8 p m. E. B Hnllind. W. C. T. George 1. Teasly, Secretary. GRANGE. Canton Grange No. 225, Canton Ga. .lahez Galt, Master. Joseph M. McAfee. Secretary. attention. tJifisens and Friends of the M. & N. G. Railroad! JOSEPH ELSAS, At the old Pinckney Young Corner, MARIETTA, GEORGIA, Has a large stock ol — PRY GOODS. NOTIONS, HATS, CLOTHING, CROCKERY WARE. BOOTS AND SHOES—the best custom made work, Which he offers cheap at Panic Prices. Call and sec for yourself. No trouble to demonstrate to you what is going on in sell ing goods now’ during panic linns, when g<N»ds must be sold for cash, and cash only Thanking all my friends for their liberal patronage, ami asking a continuance ol the same, I am, very respectfully, 17 JOSEPH ELSAS. atyttfikee (©euqjiiiit WEIGHING THE BABY. How many pounds does the baby weigh ? Baby who came but a month ago ; How many pounds from the growing curi To the rosy point of the restless toe ? Grandfather ties the kerchief knot,. Tenderly guides the swinging weight, And carefully over his glasses peers To read the record: “Only eight.” Softly the echo goes around ; The father laughs at the tiny girl; The fair young mother sings the words, While grandmother smooths the golden curl, And, stooping above the precious thing, Nestles a kiss within a prayer, Murmuring softly, “Little one. Grandfather did not weigh you fair.” Nobody weighed the baby’s smiles, Or the love that came with the helpless one; Nohody weighed the threads of care From which a woman’s life is spun. No index tells the mighty worth Os a little baby’s breath, A soft, unceasing metronome, Patient and faithful unto death. Nohody weighed the baby’s soul, For here on earth no weights there be That could avail. God only knows Its value in eternity. Only eight pounds to hold a soul That seeks no angel’s silver wing, But shrines it in its human guise Within so fair and small a thing. Oh, mother, laugh your merry note — Be gay and glad—but don’t forget From baby’s eyes looks out a soul That claims a home in Eden yet. —•- -ooi A New Year’s Mystery. Between the year 1840 and 1850 the crime of burglary prevailed to an alarming extent all over England. In the suburbs of large towns, precautions of an almost in credible nature had to be taken to provide against the determined and skillful attacks of midnight depredators. Iron shutters protected the windows, and to these were attached bells on springs to announce to the household any attempt on the part of the burglars. The doors were lined with metnl, and strong bolls and bars afforded further safeguard. It was no uncommon thing for houses to be entered and robbed in the twilight, and every door was provid ed with a catch chain, which permitted i’ to be opened only a few inches thus allow ing an unknown visitor to be scanned and spoken to without the possibility of his forcing his way into the dwelling. These difficulties, however, did not thwart the thief, but merely aroused his enterprise and ingenuity. As already stated, the vicinity of the large towns afforded to lhe burglar his favorite field of operations, and the very remarkable c ase now to be narrated occurred in Edg baston, a fashionable suburb of Birming ham. In 1843, there resided in Edgbaston a wealthy retired merchant, named Gpodall. He was a childless widower, and his two mai lt-n -isters lived with him. His dwell ing was one half of what is there known as a double or semi-dctacncd villa. It was large and sumptuously furnished, and Mr Goodall was famous for the splendid en tertainments lie gave. His plate was su perb and his sisters’ jewelry unsurpassed. In November of the year named, the res ilience adjoining Mr. Goodall’s was rented by a gentleman named Mathews. He, also, was a widower, but twenty years younger than Mr. Goodall, anil he had a daughter aged about twenty-two, and a son eight or ten years old. He furnished his house ele gantly, and kept a very stylish turnout. The neighbors were soon on intimate terms, and the gentlemen frequently drove out to gether. Mr. Mathews and his family spent Christmas eve at the house of Mr. Goodall, and the latter and his sisters agreed to eat their New Years dinner and spend the even ing at Mr. Mathews’. Mr Goodall’s servants were invited to en joy the occasion with Mr. Mathews’ do mestics, and caused the laundry and the loft above the stables to be tilled up taste fully for their use. On the morning of New Year's Day, Miss Mary Goodall, Mr. Goodall's eldest sister, slipped on the ice and so seriously sprained her ankle as to render it needful for her to remain at home. She insisted, however, that no one should stay with her, and after the departure of all the household for Mr. Mathews’, she was able to lock the front door, and so secure herself from intru sion, the understanding being that her brother and lhe domestics were to return not later than midnight. At about 12 80 Mr. Goodall and his sis ter bade tbeir entertainers good night, hav ing been detained longer than they antici pated by the absence of Mr. Mathews, who had been obliged to take one of his visitors home in his carriage, as she was suddenly taken ill. I On reaching the front entrance of his res idence, Mr. Goodall rang the bell. Several minutes passed, and there was no response. By this time the domestics had gathered at the doorway, and much surprise was ex pressed at Miss Goodall’s not answering the summons. The bell was rung several times CANTOX, CHEROKEE COUNTY, GA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1876. Virtue and Intelligence—The Safeguards of Liberty. with increased violence but in vain, and the footman, climbing to the balcony of the par lor, tried the windows, but found them fast. After further delay, Mr. Goodall directed him to break a pane and try to unfasten the window. This, however, was fruitless, for, as was to be expected, the iron shutters in side the blind were closed. At this juncture, a policeman appeared on the street, and in quired what was the matter. Air. Goodall gave a brief explanation, and then the offi cer said : “Was there nobody but the lady in the house all the evening ?” “No,” was the reply, “not since 7 o'clock, when myself and sister and all the domes tics went to a merry-making next door.” “That’s odd,” the officer said. “I came on duty at 10 o’clock, and soon afterwards, as I passed here, I saw the door open and a gentleman step out. Tie stood for a mo ment, as though glancing at the weather and then went back into the house.” This announcement greatly astonished Air. Goodall, and he expressed to the offi cer his worst fears that something dreadful had happened. The officer, accompanied by two of the servants and Air. Alathews, who by this time had been attracted by the voices outside, and had joined the group on Mr. Goodall’s entrance, went to the nearest police station and procured a ladder. By this means an entrance was had at one of the upper windows by the footman, who descended an I unlocked the front door. On entering the parlor, the gas was found turned down to a spark. Air. Good all turned it on, and, as he did so, a shriek arose from the domestics, who had crowded t > the door. Aliss Mary Goodall lay across the couch, with her head beaten in, and the bead and brains bespattering the rich fur niture, the carpet and the wall. Two val uable diamond rings had been torn from her fingers, and a splendid emerald brooch was missing from her bosom. Air. Alathews, the officer, and the footman, began a search of the premises. In the library, adjoining the parlor, all was confusion. Air. Good, all’s secretary had been rifled of a large sum of money, and two elegantly chased silver globes were gone. The butler’s pant ry had been ransacked, and a strong plate had been wrenched open, and the content removed. From the chambers up stairs jewelry of great value had been taken and the contents of the bureaus lay scatter ed around. Over the grief of the brother and sister so awfully bereaved, avail must be drawn. Information was conveyed at once to Col. Snell, Chief of Police, and the premises were subjected to a rigid scrutiny. Not a door or window was found unfastened ex cept the window forced by the footman, and the mam entrance, likewise opened by him from the inside. Here was a startling mystery. How had the burglar got in? How had they quitted the house with their booty ? There were no foot-marks, no fin ger-marks, no clew of the slightest descrip tion as to who the burglars were, their number, or tbeir method of entering or quitting the premises. The house just as it was found, was left in charge of the police, and the most expert detectives, after exam ining the dwelling from cellar to roof, ad mitted that they were beaten. But the officer had seen a man about 13 o’clock or soon after, open the front door and then close it,so that there hud been one man there at all events. The snine officer also remembered that as he approached the house from the Edgbaston Road he met a carriage which was being raoidly driven away. This was about two minutes before he saw the man at the door. Much impor tance was not attached to the circumstance, however, as the carriage was in all proba bility that in which Mr. Alathews accom panied h’s sick visitor to her home. All Birmingham was throw into conster nation at this dreadful and mysterious oc currence. Lambert, the great London, de tective, took the matter in hand; but was : apparently as unsuccessful as the local po lice in discovering any clew. The day after the murder, Air. Mathews and his family closed their house and removed temporari ly to a hotel. The inquest was held, an open verdict returned, and the body of the murdered woman interred. On the day of the funeral, detective Lam-1 belt and ar. associate paid another visit to the Goodall residence, and went over the i premises for the hundredth time. Then I Lambert first heard that Mr. Alathews and his fam ly had quitted the adjoining hou<e. He procured an entrance, and searched it as thoroughly as he had Mr. Goodall’s resi dence. All the furniture and many articles of value had been left behind, but every thing that was easily portable had evidently been removed. The detectives searched the closets, the attics, the roof, the cellar, in hope of finding means of communication between the two houses, but there was none. In the kitchen grate wore the lemains of| some papers which had been burned. Lam- j bert looked around tor the poker to stir , them with, but no such article was near. He used his hands, and then sought for water to wash them. On the opposite side of the kitchen was a party pump-—that is, a pump that had two handles, one in Good all's house, and one in Mathews’.* You could see from one kitchen into the other, and when the top of lhe cylinder was un screwed and removed, there was a hole leading from one kitchen into the other, eight or tea inches in diameter one way, and six the other. Lambert and his associate gazed at the hole fur fully half a minute without saying a word. Then the two officers lobked at each other and simultaneously exclaimed: “That’s it!” “No man could get through there,” Lam bert’s associate said. “True,” was the reply, “but a boy could and he had a boy. Let’s go up stairs and look at something.” In a wardrobe in an up-stairs room was a quantity of wearing apparel. It had already been examined, but Lambert went over it again. Among the clothes was a boy’s blue cloth blouse. The back of it was cov ere l with lime-wash, and the front buttons were half-ripped off. “This settles it,” said Lambert, as he held it up. “The boy went through that bole, and opened the door to admit the man and his pals, for there were two or three of them.” In ten minutes the two detectives were at the Men-and-Cbiekens Inn, but Air. Alath ews and his family had gone. They were traced, by means of the boy, to Liverpool, and captured on board of an outward bound vessel, which was already under weigh. Mathews had in his possession some seven thousand pounds, the result of the robbery, and three splendid diamonds, identified as Air. Goodall’s. Alathews w’as identified as one Brice, who had formerly been a malster at Bermondsey, but had defrauded his creditors and decamped. The woman who passed as his daughter was his wife, and the boy was their child. When Mathews found that everything was dead against him, and his case utterly hopeless, he made a clean breast of it. He had been connected for over two years with a gang of burglars who had worked the Midland counties, and had undertaken the robbery of Goodall’s house, satisfied by the reports of his confederates that it would re pay the task. In taking the adjoining house, his design was to work through into ths cellar, which, with the aid of his coachman and groom, who were his confederates, he could soon have done. But accidentally discovering the means of communication by the pump, he planned the New Year’s day party 1o get the Goodalls and their domes tics out of the way, so as to ransack the house without any fear of detection. After he had miule all his preparations, the de tention of Aliss Goodall at home with a sprained ankle seemed to upset all his plans. He had got everything in the house on cred it, and it was a desperate game, so that rather than lose the last chance he resolved if needs be to take the unfortunate woman’s life. When he quitted his visitors for the purpose of accompanying his sick guest home, he was but performing a part of the plot, the supposed lady being in league with him. The carriage stood below in the road without exciting suspicion, with the female accomplice inside, while Alathews returned to the rear of the house, and passed bis son through lhe pump-hole. The lad acting on his father’s instructions, easily opened the back door and admitted Mathews and bis supposed groom. The door was again closed and fastened, and the boy handed through the hole again to a. confederate. As Mathews was about to ascend the stairs, Miss Goodall, hearing a noise, cried out in an alarmed voice: “Who’s there?” Mathews darted back to the kitchen and seized the poker. “Come on,” said he to his confederate, “or we shall be bagged.” The two passed hurriedly towards the parlor. Mathews entered, and, before Miss Goodall could utter a scream, brained her with a poker. Then they turned down the gas and ransacked the library, proceeding next up stairs. The groom moved all the booty to the carriage, which was driven off. Pausing for a moment, lest the carriage wheels should attract the attention of any one in his own house, Alathews at length opened the front door to depart. There was a faint light in the hall, which was shed full on the uniform of a policeman on the sidewalk below. Alathews with great presence of mind, looked up at the sky as though scanning the weather, and then re-entered the house and closed the door. He locked it as he found it, and returning to the kitchen, directed bis sou to be pass ed through the pump-bole as before. This was done and after quitting the hou'e by the back door, the boy bolted it and was safely drawn back into the adjoining kitch- i eu. The poker with which the fatal blow i was struck was dropped into the well, j Mathews then followed the carriage into ’ Edgbaston road, where it awai'ed him and drove off to superintend the d sposal of the stolen property. This took him longer than be expected, and. on his return home, after midnight, he excused himself to his visitors by saying that his companion was so ill that he had to remain with her until ' the arrival of a medical man. Mathews was banged at Warwick in the I spring of 1844 His confederates were not captured, and it is supposed they tied to • this country. • Mental System. The faculty of concentrating the mind on the matter in hand, to the exclusion < f all other things, is one of the rarest and most valuable gifts with which a man can be endowed. To commence with a theory, to think it out to its legitimate results, to reduce those resuhs to a concrete, and. if it be in material science, to proceed to ex periment and practice, without diverging in any direction from the purpose, is pos sible to veiy few men. We do not think we are overstating the case when we assert that, in proportion as a man is gifted with this faculty, he will become a successful in vestigator of the phenomena of nature. Certain it is, that the most eminent men in the scientific worll have been remarkable for this power of self-concentration ; and the study of nature and her laws —wh ch go from process to process, and from fact to fact, by strict induction and with inex orable logic—is the pursuit of all ethers for the employment of this invaluable talent, as well as for the increase of its strength. The study of nature, or science, is the best occupation for the mind, if it be desired to systematize the thinking faculty, and to produce the greatest result from the exer tion of the intellect. It is one phase of the same power of which thoroughness of work is another; for, if the ability of mental concentration can be acquired, it is by do ing most thoroughly and earnestly the work in hand. So the true worker never wastes time and strength in going back to what he has already accomplished ; but, having done it once, he is prepared for the next process, and so goes on with the least possible dispersion of his mental force.— [Scientific American. Newspapers.—ln a very interesting com position on “Newspaper,” read by Aliss Al lie Reid at the closing exercises of the Craw fordville Academy, Nov. 30th, and publish ed in the Home Journal, we find the follow ing fine tribute to newpapers in general: What an institution a newspaper is! How full of philosophy, fun, fiolic, wit and humor, to say nothing of instruction. What a bonanza of intellectual riches it brings to the old, young and' middle-aged. A news paper is a mirror of the world and its every day scenes. Without it there can be no such thing as real enjoyment of 1 fe. Who would be without one for the little pittance paid for subscription price? I would not, I am sure. It is emphatically the institu tion of the day, which no ■well posted man , woman or family can afford to be without. In this age of steam, telegraph and balloons, a newspaper becomes one of the prime ne cessities of life; it teaches us what is going on in the outside world—who preaches grand sermons, who makes the best speech es, where good schools can be found, what fushonable watering places will be most vis ited, whore the best fruit is grown and sold, what style of dress will be most fashionable, what hats, what bonnets, what shoes, and indeed, all articles of each and every varie ty making up the apparel of a well dressed lady or gentleman. Questions of finance discussed, business out-looks presented. And all this information put in such sim plified forms and shapes as to make one xvonder why everybody is not a good finan cier, speaker, writer, preacher, teacher, dress-maker or milliner. Cutting Glass AVitiiout a Diamond.— An easy method of breaking glass to any required form is making a small notch, by menns of a file, on the edge of a piece of glass ; then make the end of a rod of iron red hot in the fire, apply the hot iron to the notch, and draw it slowly along the surface of the glass, in any direction you please; a crack will be made in the glass and will follow the direction of the iron. Round glass bottles and flasks may be cut in the middle by wrapping round them a worsted thread dipped in spirits of turpen tine, and setting it on fire when fastened on the glass. This process is familiar to old campaigners, with whom glass bottles are more plentiful than tumblers, and the for mer arc thus utilized to supply a want of the latter. Good.—The Montgomery Advertiser says that a brakeman on one of the roads run ning into the city, went to the superintend ent for permission to lay off for a day, and made a requ»*st for a pass to ride home on. The superintendent said, “If you were working for a farmer, and wanted to go home, do you suppose he would hitch up his team and take you ?” “No,” said the brakeman ; “but if lie had a team already hitched up, and was going right past the door, I’d say he was a d—d mean cuss not to take me.” He got his pass. SI ad Dog Bites.—The moment anyone has been bitten or stung, a rag should be thoroughly wetted with spirits of hartshorn | and patted on the bitten place for an hour,' then bound on, to be repeated for twenty four hours. There are two reasons for this: the hartshorn creates a smarting, and red ness and inflammation, which keeps the blood on the surface, and tends to keep the poison on the outride, so that it may be washed out; second, the virus of poison ous bites and stings is an acid, and harts- ( VOLUME 1.-NUMBER 28. horn is the strongest alkali, which antago nizes an acid in an instant. If no harts horn is at hand, take the lye of wood asbos, or even make a poultice of fresli wood ashes and water, which make an alkali, and let it remain on the wound until some hartshorn can be procured. A dog ought not to be killed if be has bitten a person, although he may appear to be mad, because such animals, when al lowed to become quiet and composed, have often returned to a perfectly natural condi tion, and thus the mind of a person bitten has been saved from most terrible fore bodings. Another Life. —Those who ad.irro the writings of George D. Prtntice will bo pleased to read the following extract again: “It can not be that earth is man’s only abiding place. It can not be that our lite is a bubble cast up by the ocean of eterni ty, to float a moment on its waves, and sink into nothingness. Else, why is it that the high and glorious aspirations, which leap like angels from the temples of our hearta, are forever unsatisfied ? Why is it that the rainbows come over us with a beauty that is not of earth, and then off and leave us to muse on their loveliness ? Why is it that the stars which ‘hold their festival around the midnight thrones’ are set above the grasp of our limited faculties, forever mocking us with their unapproachable glo ry ? And finally, why is it that the bright forms of human beauty are presented to our view and taken from us, leaving the thousand streams of our affection to flow back like Alpine torrents upon the heart ? We are born to a higher destiny than that of earth. There is a realm where the rain bow never fades, where the stars will spread out before us like the islands that slumber on the ocean, and where the beautiful be ings which pass before us like shadows will stay in our presence forever.” Rules for Living. —The following rules could be observed by everybody with de cided profit: 1. Never put off till to-morrow what y»u can do to-day. 2. Never trouble others to do what you can do yourself. 3. Never spend your money before you have it. 4. Never buy what you do not want bo cause it is cheap. 5. Pride costs us much hunger, thirst, and cold. 6. We never repent of eating too little. 7. Nothing is troublesome that we do willingly. 8. How much pain those little evils cost us which never happen. 9. Take things always by their smooth handle. 10. When angry always count ten before you speak. If our boys are to conquer anything in life, let it be money, fame, or religious faith, the surest preparation is to give them obsti nacy of purpose—staying power. The half-hearted fellow, the man who plays critic all his days, the man who sits scowl ing at the corner, showing the old sores of some long-ago disappointment, carping at luckier men—these will always be the un der dogs in the fight, and make but a scanty meal in life. As for your humbug— your sham—i o matter how well he plays his part of hero or saint, or how brilliant his apparent success, he is sure to be found out; the world spews him out at last. Aft er all, modern philosophy or modern theo ries of human nature or sciology, can yield no better rule of life than that in which the Hebrew king summed up his experience of knowledge, woman, wine, wealth, and reli gion : “Whatever thy right hand findeth to do, do with thy might.”— [New York Tribune. At an auction of goods on Harrison ave nue yesterday, when a woman made a bid on an old bureau worth about two dollars, a boy slipped around to another woman and whispered in her oar: "You see that woman over there with a bine bow on ?” “Yes.” “Well she says that no woman with a red nose can buy any thing at this sale?” The woman with a red nose pushed her way into the crowd and run the price of the bureau up to twelve dollars and as it was knocked down to her she remarked : “I may have a red nose, but no cross-eyed woman with a blue bow on, can bluff me.— Detroit Free Press. It is a mistake to think that death raises mentolleiven, or sends them to dismal abodes. Alen go to a good world or a bad one before they die. Death only touches them to wake up, and show them what they are.—[E. 11. Sears. Beware of biting jests—the more truth they carry with them the greater wounds they give—the greater smarts they cause, and the greater scars they leave behind them. The color of onr whole life is generally such as the first three or four years in which we arc our own master make it.