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§!jc §nmtet Republican. OUR SATURDAY NIGHT. Neglecting the Garden. Pomeroy’s Great West. To-night we sit in the Home Corner to rest. The week has passed on as the net of an ocean fisherman sweeps the sea, taking with it whatever it caoglit of good, bad or indifferent, to land what it gathered on the shores whose beach is beyond the Great Di vide. With the week have gone thou sands who have graduated from the school of earth life and who have gone on to work out their degrees. Sitting here in the clean, mellow at mosphere of home; w r ith the fire burn ing cheerily in the grate—with a feeling that not a living person has been wronged by us in word, thought or deed since the week began to open as does some beautiful flower, we listen to the murmurof the winds without and thank God for a home. For a place of rest. For a place where the soul can expand and con its experiences; the heart boat serenely and the brain mark out the lines for the battles of the com ing week, or the plans whereby the walls of the temple are lifted higher and opportunities fo>- growth can be marked out and improved. If God could and would answer our prayer this night, the prayer would be that every one of the children of earth were the owner of a home. That there were no such things as rented houses. That each man, woman and child could haye a sweet, clean, beautiful, well or dered and attractively furnished home, free from debt and filled with millions of evidences of the results of skilled labor. That all who struggle to bene fit others and to carry on great enter prises were with their undertakings out of debt and at rest, so that the coming week each man might take hold anew of the great work of helping God to create beautiful things, with none to molest, to rob, or to acquire by trickery what honesty acquires by labor. But this cannot be in this life. The life Over There yields such fruit and gives such rewards to those who deserve well in its ripening. The life here is a sort of trial trip wherein humanity is tested. A school wherein wo take up experi ences and profit our heart, soul, life by’ them, or drop them to no avail as chil dren drop expensive playthings. Near our house is a little enclosure of ground. Three years ago it was a neat, profitable garden. The owner touched it usefully with a hoe. With it he cut out the weeds with quick, Bharp strokes as the pen of honesty strikes into viciousness, and then with the same tool he carefully laid the rich earth to the stem of the growing plant so that it was helped and sustained in its growth. When came the autumn not a weed was to he seen in that en closure or garden. The man had rea son to be proud of his work. Those who passed did speak approvingly. The example of neatness was taken in by many a farmer and home owner who passed this way, and though they took the example without leave, no one was robbed. The owner of the garden made handsome profit out of his hand some work. Due day he was called away to a greater field. A man who had seen his work came for him. The gardener did not have to go out begging for a situa tion once that he proved his talent and integrity. Lamps that are burning are always the ones first sought for when lamps are needed. The little garden was left to the care of another who was too busy to give it attention. He had too many dirty stories to tell to dirty-minded men. He had too many drinking places to visit, as into spittoons he threw his life away as slops. He had too many lazy, drinking companions to treat and to help along on the broadest road there is to ruin—a road so broad that all the churches in the world cannot or do not stand in line across it as a gate to keep men and boys from running to their ruin, that is, to the emasculation of the glorious attributes of humanity that are to be builded up or to be let down to shreds knotted with dissipations. This year the beautiful garden spot of three years ago is a patch of weeds. They have met in convention there and will not adjourn of their own.accord. Weeds never do. No more will bad habits leave till they are driven out. The weeds have growed apace all sum mer and have ripened under the sum mer sun. To-night as we came home, the wind was shaking them and carry ing their seeds over the fences and into other gardens. Thus will come more work next season for others. More work for those who suffer from the neg lect of those who run to weeds. More work for those whose beautiful'gardens are so unfortunate as to have a weed patch, aTireeder of nuisances in the cen ter of what would, but for the patch of weeds, be a charming place. Children are like gardens. Men and women are like gardens. They run to weeds if not continually cared for. Then the seeds they ripen are sown broadcast over the neighbor’s road. They sprout up more by steps and doors and under the windows of churches, than most people think for. It will do not to stand a hoe in a garden and leave it there unused, any more than it will an swer to profess religion and not keep it constantly in hand, in daily walk and conversation. Not to cut up flowers, nor to kill out good, natural fruits, but to cut out weeds, and to bank up around all plants that are good, or that contain the essence of goodness. How much easier to keep out of the mud than to cleanse our garments. To keep out of places of dissipation than to recover from the effects thereof. To go around a seductive danger than to break our necks trying to get out its embrance. To keep weeds out of our gardens, and bad thoughts out of our mind, than to eradicate them once they are there. To care for our children. To teach them to respect us because of our good qualities and examples, than to win back the respect they lose for drunken fathers and gossip-loving mothers. How much better to well do that which is done, than to neglect our duty and to let our lives run to weeds, as are the minds of millions who have no homes, no places of rest, no perfect faith in the future, no dread of the mor row, be it in life or in what men term death. We shall try to keep our garden clean. Not only to lessen our own work, but that of our neighbors. We shall try all the coming week to speak none other than kind words. To not let any brief authority we may pos sess lead us into acts or expressions peculiar to the weak who are for a moment in power. Will try to set none but good examples. To bear our part well, and to do our work patient ly, that it may not wear us too rapidly away. Will try to make all the sun shine, to cut out all the weeds, to plant all the good seeds we can, as every good act we perform to man or beast in this life will prove a delicious flower or fruit for us when we shall follow the sun over the Divide, and away from all clouds, as it went drag ging the week a few hours ago this restful, welcomed Saturday Night.— “Brick” Pomerov. After the weary years of strife. By sorrow crowned, hy care oppressed, We reach the Saturday of life, The eve of our long rest. There are no curfew bells to toll the knell of parting day, in this unromantic age of the world, but when the town clock stiikes the hour of li on a Satur day evening, I think it must sound like a curfew to the soul of the working world, to the men who throw down hammer and pick and all the wearisome implements of toil and turn tlxeir faces homeward, free, free, for a long sweet morrow of rest—not the inertia of repose, but the care free blessedness of the woods and fields and even the city streets. Look at the faces of the crowds who are surging through the streets up to midnight of a Saturday night, the happy, world-fiee faces looking out curiously for amusement —families united that have been separated all the week by the necessity of daily labor for daily bread—children clinging to the toil worn hands of parents, who are strangers to them at all other times, too weary on other nights to enter into their plays or take them out for that happy walk which always ends the week. There is a legend told of Boston fa thers that they were so absorbed in business that they did not see enough of their own families to recognize them on sight, so the patient wives devised the pot of beans for Saturday night’s supper, t i which the children remains! up, and the father thus made their acquaintance. Saturday night may bring its cares, too, but they are hardly discernible from joys. In homes where the clean clothes for the morrow arc laid out, the mother has a few more steps to take, but there- is a consecration in her labor of love that repays her in full measure, pressed down and running over. This is the psalm of praise! The morrow will give a benison on her work, for she has ministered to the needs of the least, and in the shadow of grimed arches and stained glass she can sing: “Sleep, sleep to-day tormenting caves Of earth and folly borne.” In the old Puritan days the Sabbath began on Saturday night with the going down of the sun. The mother put her work basket aside, the good man unharnessed the cattle from the plow, the peace of the coming day settled upon them with the evening shadows; but I doubt not they discuss ed polities and crops, and the scant, rare news from the Old World, and read the one weekly paper, worldly deeds that were not admissible on the Sundays of that period, when a rain of manna would not have excited the wonder a telegraphic wire would have caused. “Mind, he good o’ Sunday” was a law, and it was not mere eye service either; it was not a Puritan mother who told her little boy if he wanted to play marbles on Sunday he must go into the back yard. “Butisn’t it Sunday in the back yard, too, mama?” asked the little fellow. But this is Saturday; it is the pre lude to that day of which George Herbert wrote: “The Sundays of man’s life, Threaded together on Time’s string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King.” Something of the day’s peace and rest is forecast in the dropping off of heavy burdens, the loosening of bands of toil, the falling backward a little in the march of life; some have gone lit me since last Saturday night; we have heard for them the turning of “That slow door, That opening, letting, lets out no more.” The Saturday night of life has dawn ed into the sunrise of that land where Sabbaths have no end, where the in habitants shall no moro say, “I am tired!” Are they now satisfied who have laid by the small and sordid cares of this life, which occupied so much of their time, to sit down forever with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob in the Kingdom of the Father? “If I should die to-night Ere the rise of another sun, With so many tilings unfinished And so many things just begun, I wonder if I could say: ’O Father, thy will he done.’” “Oh,” sigh the tired men of business, “it is Saturday night; turn the keys on invoices and ledgers;” “Oh ,” erv the weary clerks, “to-morrow is Sun day, I can rest;” “Call the children in,” says the weary mother, they must all be washed to-night.” Ah! one is missing; the Sheppard is carrying that lamb in His bosom; he is safe in the fold above. It was wise in the Puri tans to begin their Sunday at the proceeding sunset—it ought to be wicked to enter into any sordid or speculative work while wo are cross ing the royal arch of peace which like the rainbow connects two horizons, the world of toil, and the world of rest.—AVee Qress. Dr. Eldridge/s Drug Store. LIGHT. LIGHT. LIGHT! LIGHT. LIGHT. Lamps in all Varieties. HALL LAMPS ! STORE LAMPS ! LANTERNS! Etc.. Etc. NON-EXPLOSIVE KEROSENE OIL. DRUGS AND MEDICINES Of All Kinds and Sorts ! Amehicus, Ga., Sept. 9, 1882. Dr. Eldridge’s Drugstore. L. B. BOSWORTH. B. F. JOSSEY BOSWORTH & JOSSEY, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL ©m© CKBZEUB, Forsyth Street, Americas, 6a. NOW IN STOCK AND TO ARBIVE, 1 Car Bulk Sides, 200 Bbls. Flour, Comprising the following Brands: “GLORY OF THE WORLD PATENT,” “OUR PATENT,” “BELLE OF SUMTER”—Extra Family— “XXX,” —Family. These brands are our private marks and we shall see to it that the goods under these names shall be standard. Our “Glory of the World” is perfection in Flour. One Car Liverpool Salt, 10,000 Yards Bagging, 500 Bundles Cotton Ties, SALMON, SARDINES, OYSTERS, and CANNED MACKEREL—SOCase Lots each. 100 CASES BALL POTASH, 50 CASES SODA, 500 Lbs. MACCABOY SNUFF—Jars and Tins, GILT EDGE CREAMERY BUTTER always on hand, 50 BUCKETS PURE STICK CANDY, 500 lbs FANCY CANDY, 150 BOXES CRACK ERS as low to Merchants as they can buy at Bakeries, 300 Packages AUGUST CATCH MACKEREL. (There is greater chance for swindles in Fish than any other article of merchandise sold. Don’t be deceived hy low prices and buy a lot of worthless Fisii that, perhaps, have been re-packed or caught in May and June. Our third purchase is just coming in and we guarantee quality and weight.) MACARONI, COX’S GELATINE, CROSSE & BLACKWELL’S PICK LES AND CHOW CHOW, MACKEREL IN TOMATO SAUCE, OKRA AND TOMATOES and everything in the I’MCY GROCERY LINE S OAT MEAL, WHEATEN GRITS AND GRAHAM FLOUR, 25 BAGS RIO COFFEE, 25 BAGS COSTA RICA, Ordinary to Choice, finest flavored in the world, strong and rich. BREAKFAST COCO, a splendid drink for persons of a nervous temperament, and most palatable to all. ARBUCKLE’S ARIOSA COFFEE, ROASTED AND THE“CONEPONA”BRAND OF ROASTED COFFEE, COMPOSED OF COSTA RICA, MIRACAIBO AND JAVA. XaiCLTiors £Ln.cX Cigars I We shall continue to keep the best Liquors in the market, along with BUDWEISER BEER ON ICE, MARTELL’S BRANDY WILL BE ON OUR SHELVES AT ALL TIMES. WE DEFY COMPETITION IN CIGARS. “FLEMING’S DARK HORSE” IS THE BEST NICIvLE CIGAR ever offered to Americus smokers. WE ARE AGENTS FOR THE II A 25 Al rm PO W DEH c o m p akty and can furnish any sort of Powder, Blasting, FFFG, Duck and the course brands of sli gun Powder. We are also Agents of the Repanno Chemical Works, and shall have o hand a good lot of Fuse Caps and Dynamite Cartridges for blasting stumps. Every farm er can rid his lands of all stumps at a nominal cost and with perfect safety. We shall in the season now upon us keep a heavy line of Groceries and COUNTRY MERCHANTS will lie as well taken care of by us as any one in the trade. We shall continue to duplicate any bill bought of Atlanta or Macon Jobbers. BOSWORTH & JOSSEY, FORSYTH ST., - - - AMERICUS, CA. sept22tf SEVEN DEPARTMENTS Davis & Callaway, AMERICUS, GA. | Dry Goods, 2 Clothing, Q Boots and Shoes, Q Hats, Q Carpets, 6 Sewing- Machines, Trunks, &c. Araerieus, Ga., September 13, 1882. tf PROCLAMATION No. 1! JOHN R. SHAW, Forsyth Street, - - Americus, Ga., ISSUES THIS, HIS Fall Proclamation! Hereby Inviting Everybody, and more Particularly the Ladies, to call and see his GRAND DISPLAY OF NEW GOODS!! Which have recently been added to his Stock, WITH A LARGE LOT OH THE WAY! WHICH, WHEN RECiEVED, WILL MAKE HIS Slid liiiii, sit! Styles IlMpi, Qnality Isipei, Prices Ilpcetatei, ail Met! UiiMei! Call at once and oblige yours truly, JOHN R. SHAW, DEALER IN DRY GOODS AND NOTIONS, IFetrLcy Gxoods, Boots, Shoes, Hats, Caps, Umbrellas, CLOTHING ! LADIES CLOAKS, Bedsteads and Chairs, Roll Plate Jewelry, Tutt’s Lher Pii's. Etc., Etc., FORSYTH STREET, AMERICUS. GA. septstf