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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN; ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CHAS. W. HANCOCK, f VOL. 18. SPECIAL BARGAINS I A STOCK OF and JL.o’ac CONSISTING OF Dress Siaits ! Biasixiesß Suits ! Splits ! AND OTHBCOATB! WHICH MUST BE SOLD, COST OR NO COST ! AX JOHN R. SHAW’S Forsyth &t. 9 Ainericus, Ga. , —o 3Hla,ts. lE3lstts. Hats. In Quantity. Quality, Variety and Style are not Surpassed by any “Concern in these parts, ’ and at Prices that Can’t be Duplicated in this city. REMEMBER we do what we advertise, and “don’t you forget it:” L JOHN R. SFT^VAV, |The Boss Clolhier, Hatter, Shirter, and Dealer in Gents’ Furnishing Goods. j nov22tf JKKGP 10l lt Ef ■! OPEN ! THE LARGE STOCK OF looWtaUatuMtMW OF IR,. O. BLAGZ IIAS BEEN BOUGHT BY R. R. STEWART, s 7 Who will continue the business at the same place on the [Corner Lamar Street and Public Square, : : : : Americus. Ga, I propose to keep the stock up to the present high standard of excellence in quality [for which Mr. Black attained deserved popularity, believing that the BEST is always the (goods desired by the people. My prices for all goods shall be moderate and suited to please the most fastideous in style, as well as the most scrupulous in economy and in every instance I will GUARANTEE them to be the best goods in the State for the money. Messrs J. H. BLACK, Jr., H. M. BROWN and R. M. STEWART Have been retained as salesmen, who will be pleased to exhibit and Sell to the patrons of the house at any and all times. Visits solicited whether you purchase or not, look at and price my goods. I invite the friends and patrons of the late firm to continue their favors and all others are cordially invited to call and inspect, price, and if consistent with their notions, purchase. GIVE JUE C.ILE: I novl-3m R. It. STEWART. AWL PERSONS WISHING PICTURES TAKEN BY ME, WILL PLEASE CALL SOON, AS I SHALL ICXOisf£ BUSIJYEBB IJY JLJtiERMCUS F ON ACCOUNT OP HAYING MADE ARRANGEMENTS ELSEWHERE. Don’t put it off till the last moment—Come soon. % nov4-2m VAN RIPER, Artist. INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS. AMERICUS, GEORGIA; SATURDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1882. For Dyspepsia, Costive ness, Headache, Chronic Diar y rhoea, Jaundice, Impurity of the Blood, Fever and A S ue Malaria, yl MU w-1 Ui If and all Diseases Jjj& caused by De rangement of Liver, Bowels and Kidneys. SYMPTOM3 OF A DISEASED LIVER. Bad Breath; Pain in the Side, sometimes the pain is felt under the Shoulder-blade, mistaken for Rheumatism; general loss of appetite; Bowels generally costive, sometimes alternating with lax; the head is troubled with pain, is dull and heavy, with considerable loss of memory, accompanied with a painful sensation of leaving undone something which ought to have been done; a slight, dry cough and flushed face is sometimes an attendant, often mistaken for consumption; the patient complains of weariness and debility; nervous, easily startled; feet cold or burning, sometimes a prickly sensation of the skin exists; spirits arc low and despondent, and, although satisfied that exercise would be bene ficial, yet one can hardly summon up fortitude to try it—in fact, distrusts every remedy. Several ox the above symptoms attend the disease, but cases have occurred when but few of them existed, yet examination after death has shown the Liver to have been extensively deranged. It should be used by all persons, old and young, whenever any of the above symptoms appear. Persons Traveling or Living in Un healthy Localities, lay taking a dose occasion ally to keep the Liver in healthy action, will avoid all Malaria, Bilious attacks, Dizziness, Nau sea, Drowsiness, Depression of Spirits, etc. It will invigorate like a glass of wine, but is no in toxicating beverage. If You have eaten anything hard of digestion, or feel heavy after meals, or sleep less at night, take a dose and you will be relieved. Time and Doctors* Bills will be saved by always keeping the Regulator ' in the House! For, whatever the ailment may be, a thoroughly safe purgative, alterative and tonic can never be out of place. The remedy is harmless and does not interfere with business or pleasure. IT IS PURELY VEGETABLE, And has alj the power and efficacy of Calomel or Quinine, without any of the injurious after effects. A Governor’s Testimony. Simmons Liver Regulator has been in use in my family for some time, and I am satisfied it is a valuable addition to the medical science. J. Gill Shorter, Governor of Ala. Hon. Alexander 11. Stephens, of Gn., says; Have derived some benefit from the use of Simmons Liver Regulator, and wish to give it a further trial. “The only Thing that never fails to Relieve.”—l have used many remedies for Dys pepsia, Liver Affection and Debility, but never nave found anything to benefit me to the extent Simmons Liver Regulator has. 1 sent from Min nesota to Georgia for it, and would send further for such a medicine, and would advise ail who arc sim ilarly affected to give it a trial as it seems the only thing that never fails to relieve. P. M. Janney, Minneapolis, Minn. Dr. T. W. Mason says: From actual ex perience in the use of Simmons Liver Regulator in iny practice I have been and am satisfied to use and prescribe it as a purgative medicine. only the Genuine, which always has on the Wrapper the rod Z Trade-Mark and Signature of J. 11. ZEILIN & CO. FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS. TUTT’S EXPECTORANT Is composed of Herbal and Mucilaginous prod ucts, which permeate tlie substance oltho Lungs, expectorates tlie acrid matter that collects in the Bronchial Tubes, and forms a soothing coating, which relieves the ir ritation that causes the cough. It cleanses the lungs of all impurities, strengthens them when enfee bled by disease, invigor ates the circulation of the blood, and braces the nervous system. Slight colds often end in consumption. It is dangerous to neglect them. Apply the remedy promptly. A test of twenty years warrants the assertion that no remedy has ever been found that is ns prompt m ils effects as TUTT’S EXPECTORANT. 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Fills teeth by the improved method, and inserts artificial teetli on the best material known to the profession. tST"OFFICE over Davenport and Son’s Drug Store. marllt Your* account is due and I need the money, so call and settle, at Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store. : 1 . THE UNFAITHFUL. THEE. There stood In a beautiful garden A tall and stately tree. Crowned with its shining leafage It was wondrous fair to see; But the tree was always fruitless, Never a blossom grew On its long and shapely branches, Tlie whole bright season through. The lord of the garden saw it, And he said, when the leaves were sere, “Cut down this tree, so worthless. And plant another here. My garden is not for beauty Alone, but for fruit as well, And no barren tree must cumber The place in which I dwell.” The gardener heard in sorrow, For he loved the barren tree, As we love some things about us That are only lair to see. “Leave it one season longer, Only one more, I pray,” lie pleaded, but the master Was firm, and answered, “Nay; Then the gardener dug about it, And cut its roots apart, And the fear of the fate before it Stuck home to the poor tree’s heart. Faithful and true t j his master, Vet loving the tree so well. The gardener toiled in sorrow Till the stormy evening fell. “To-morrow,” he said, “I will finish The task that I have begun;” But the morrow was wild witli tempest, And the work remained undone; And through all the long, bleak winter There stood the desolate tree, With the cold, white snow about it, A sorrowful thing to see. At last, the sweet spring weather Made glad the hearts of men. And tlie trees in the lord’s fair garden Put forth their leaves again. “I will finish my task to-morrow,” The busy gardener said, And thought, with a thrill of sorrow, The beautiful tree was dead. The lord came into the garden At an early hour next day, And then to the task unfinished Tlie gardener led the way; And lo! all white with blossoms, Fairer than ever to see, In its promise of coming fruitage, There stood tlie beautiful tree. “It is welt” said the lord of the garden, And he and tlie gardener knew That out of its loss and trial Its promise of fruitless grew. It is so with some lives that cumber, For a time, the Lord’s domain; Out of trial and mighty sorrow There cometh a countless gain, And fruit for the Master’s harvest, Is bom of loss and pain. TABERNACLE SERMONS. 11V REV. T. DeWITT TALMAGE HOSPITALITY. And it fell on a day that Elisha passed to Shunem, where was a great woman.—ll. Kings, iv., 8. • The hotel of our time had no coun terpart in any entertainment of olden time. The vast majority of travellers must be entertained at private abode. Here comes Elisha, a servant of the Lord, on a divine mission, and he must find A balcony overlooking the valley of Esdrelon is offered him, in a private house, and it is especially furnished for his occupancy—a chair to sit on, a table from which to eat, a candlestick by which to read, and a bed on which to slumber, the whole estab lishment belonging to a great and good woman. Her husband, it seems, was a godly man, bat ho was entirely over shadowed by his wife’s excellencies; just as now you sometimes find in a household the wife the centre of dignity and influence and power, not by any arrogance or p.esumption, but by supe rior intellect and force of moral nature wielding domestic affairs and at the same time supervising all financial alid business affairs. The wife’s hand on the shuttle, or the banking house, or the worldly business. You see hun dreds of men who are successful only because there is a reason at home why they are successful. If a man marry a good, honest soul, he makes his fortune. If he marry a fool the Lord help him! The wife may be the silent partner in the firm, there may be only masculine voices down on Exchange, but there oftentime comes from the home circle a potential and elevating influence. This woman of my text was the superior of her husband. He, as far as 1 can un derstand, was what we often see in our day, a man of large fortune and only a modicum of brain, intensely quiet, sit ting a long while in the same place without moving hand or foot, if you say “yes,” responding “yes,” if you say “no,” responding “no”—inane, eyes half shut, mouth wide open, main taining his position in society only be cause he has a large patrimony. But his wife, my text says, was a great wo man. Her name has not come down to us. She belonged to that collection of people who need no name to distin guish them. What would title of duch ess, or princess, or queen—what would escutcheon or gleaming diadem be to this woman of my text, who, by her intelligence and her behavior, challen ges the admiration of all ages? Long after the brilliant women of the court of Louis XV. have been forgotten, and the brilliant women of the court of Spain have been forgotten, and the brilliant women who sat on the jhrone of Russia have been forgotten, some grandfather will put on his spectacles, and holding the book the other side the light, read to his grandchildren the story of this greatAvoman of Shunem who was so kind and courteous and Christian to the good prophet Elisha. Yes, she was a great woman. In the first place, she was great in her hospitalities. Uncivilized and bar barous nations have this virtue. Jupi ter had the surname ol the Hospitable, and he was said especially to avenge the wrongs of strangers. Homer ex talled it in his verse. The Arabs are punctilious on this subject, and among some of their tribes it is not until the ninth day of tarrying that the occupant has a right to ask his guests “Who and whence art thou?” If this virtue is so honored among barbarians, how ought it to be honored among those of ns who believe in the Bible, which com mands us to use hospitality one toward another without grudging. Of course, I do not mean under this cover to give any idea that I approve of that vagrant class who go around from place to place, ranging their whole lifetime, perhaps under the auspices of some benevolent or philanthropic society, quartering themselves on Christian families, with a great pile of trunks in the hall and carpet bag portentous of tarrying. There is many a country parsonage that looks out week by week upon the ominous arrival of wagon with creaking wheel and lank horse and dilapidated driver, come under the auspices of some charitable institution to spend a few weeks and canvass the neighborhood. Let no such religious tramps take ad vantage of this beautiful virtue of Christian hospitality. Not so much the sumptuousness of your diet and the regality of your abode will impress the friend or the stranger that steps across your threshold, as the warmth of your greeting, the informality of your recep tion, the reiteration by grasp, and by look, and by a thousand attentions, in significant attentions, of your earnest ness of welcome. There will be high ap preciation of your welcome, thougji yon have nothing but the brazen candle stick and the plain chair to offer Eiisha when becomes to Shunern. Most beau tiful in this grace of hospitality when shown iu the house of God. I am thankful that I am pastor of a church where strangers are always welcome, and there is not a State of the Union in which I have not heard the affability of the ushers of this church compli mented. But I have entered churches where there was no hospitality. A stranger would stand in the vestibule for awhile and then make a pilgrimage up the long asile. No door opened to him until, flushed and excited and em barrassed, he started back again, and coming to some half filled pew, with apologetic air, entered it, while the oc cupant glared on him with a look which seemed to say, “Well, if I must, I must.” Away with such accursed in decency from the house of God. Let every church that would maintain large Christian influence in community cul ture Sabbath by Sabbath this beauti- ful grace of Christian hospitality. A good man travelling at the far West, in the wilderness, was overtaken by night and storm and he put in at a cab in, He saw firearms along the beams of the cabin and he felt alarmed. He did not know but that he had fallen into a den of thieves. He sat there greatly perturbed. After awhile the man of the house came home with a gun on his shoulder and set it down in a corner. '■The stranger was still more alarmed. After a while the man of the house whispered with his wife, and the stranger thought his destruction was being planned Then the man of the house came forward and said_to the stranger: “Stranger, we are a rough and rude people out here, and we work hard for a living. We make our living by hunting, and when we come to the nightfall wo are tired and we are apt to go to bed early, and before retiring we are always in the habit of reading a chapter from the Word of God and making a prayer. If you don’t like such things, if you will just step out side the door until we get through, I’ll be greatly obliged to you,” Of course the stranger tarried in the room, and the old hunter took hold of the horns of the altar and brought down the bless ing of God upon his household and up on the stranger within their gates. Rude but glorious Christian hospital ity! Again, this woman of my text was great in her kindness toward God’s messenger. Elisha may have been a strangei in that household, but as she found out ho had come on a divine mis sion, fie was cordially welcomed. We have a great many books in our day about the hardships of ministers and the trials of Christian ministers. 1 w ; sh somebody would write a book about the joys of the Christian minis ter, about the sympathies all around about him, about the kindness, about the genial considerations of him. Does sorrow come to our home, and is there a shadow in the cradle, there are hun dreds of hands to help, and many who weary not through the night watching, and hundreds of prayers going up that God would restore the sick. Is there a burning, brimming cap of calamity placed on the pastor’s table, are there not many to help him drink of thatcup and who will not be comforted because he is stricken? Oh! for somebody to write a book about the rewards of the Christian ministry—about his sur roundings of Christian sympathy. This woman of the text was only a type of thousands of men and women who come down from mansion and from cot to do kindness to the Lord’s servants. I could tell you of something that you might think a romance. A young man graduated from New Brunswick theo logical seminary was called to a village church. He had .not the means to fur nish the parsonage. After three or four weeks of preaching a committee of the officers of the church waited on him and told him he looked tired and thought he had better take a vacation of a few days. The young pastor took it as an intimation that his work was done or not acceptable. He took the vacation and at the end of a few days came back, when an old elder said: “Here is the key of the parsonage. We have been cleaning it up. Yon had better go up and look at it ” So the young pastor took the key, went up to the parsonage, opened the door, and lo! it was carpet ed, and there was the hat rack all ready for the canes and the umbrellas and the overcoats, and on the left hand of the hall wag the parlor, sofaed, chaired, pictured. He passed on to the other side of the hall, and there was the study, table in the centre of the floor with sta tionary upon it, book shelves built, long ranges of new volumes; far beyond the reach of the means of the young pastor, many of these volumes. The young pastor went up stairs, and found all the sleeping apartments furnished; came down stairs and entered the pan try, and there were the spices and the coffees and the sugars and the groceries for a six-month. He went down into the cellar, and there was the coal for all the coming winter. He went into the dining hall, and there was the table already set —the glass and the silver ware. He went into the kitchen, and there were all the culinary implements and a great stove. The young pastor lifted one lid of the stove and he found the fuel all ready for ignition. Putting back the cover of the stove, he saw in another part of it a lncifer match, and all that young man had to do in start ing to keep house was to strike the match. You tell me that is apocryphal. 0! no; that was me. O! the kindness, 0! the enlarged sympathies sometimes clustering around those who enter the Gospel ministry. I suppose the man of Shunern had to pay the bills, but it was the large-hearted Christian sym pathies of the woman of Shunern that looked after the Lord’s messenger. Again: this woman of the text was great in her behavior under trouble. Her only son had died on her lap. A very bright light went out in that household. The sacred writer puts it very tersely when he says, “He sat on her knee until noon and then he died.” Yet the writer goes on to say that she exclaimed, “It is well!” Great in pros perity, this woman was great in trouble. Where are the feet that have not been blistered on the hot sands of this great Sahara? Where are the shoulders that have not been under the burden of grief? Where is the ship sailing over glassy sea that has not after awhile been caught in a cyclone? Where is the garden of earthly comfort bnt trouble hath hitched up its firey and panting team and gone through it with burning plowshare of disaster? Under the pelting of ages of suffering the great heart of the world has burst with woe. Navigators tell ns about the rivers, and the Amazon and the Danube and the Mississippi have been explored; but who can tell the depth or the length of the great river of sorrow made up of tears and blood rolling through all lands and all ages, bearing the wreck of families and of communities and of empires—foaming, writhing, boiling with the agonies of six thousand years. Etna, Cotopaxi and Vesuvius have been described, but who has ever sketched the volcano of suffering reaching up from its depths the lava anl the scoria and pouring them down the sides to whelm the nations? O! if I could gath er all the heartstrings, the broken heartstrings, into a harp I would play on it a dirge such as was never sound ed. Mythologists tell us of gorgon and centaur and Titan, and geologists tell us of extinct species of monsters; but greater than gorgon or megatherium, and not belonging to the realm of fable, and not of an extinct species, a mon ster iron jaw and a hundred iron hoofs has walked across the nations, and history and poetry and sculpturs in their attempt to sketch it and describe it have seemed to sweat great drops of blood. But thank God there are those who can conquer as this woman of the text conquered, and say, “It is well: though my property be gone, though my children be gone, though my home be broken up, though my health be sacri ficed, it is well, it is well!” There is no storm on the sea but Christ is ready to rise in the hinder part of the ship and hush it. There is no darkness but the constellation of God’s eternal love can illume it, and though the winter comes out of the northern sky, you have sometimes seen that northern sky all ablaze with auroras which seem to say, “Come up this way; up this way are thrones of light and seas of sapphire and the splendor of eternal heaven. Come up this way.” We may like the ships by tempest be tossed On perilous deeps, but ciinnot be lost; Though Satan enrage the wind and the tide Tlie promise assures us, the Lord will provide. Again, this woman of my text was great in her application to domestic duties. Every picture is a home pic ture, whether she is entertaining an Elisha, or whether Bhe is giving careful attention to her sick boy, or whether she is appealing for the restoration of her property. Every picture in her case is a home picture. Those are not dis ciples of this Shunemite woman who, going out to attend to outside charities, neglect the duty of home—the duty of wife, of mother, of daughter. No faith ulness in public benefaction can ever atone for domestic negligence. There has been many a mother who by inde fatigable toil has reared a large family of children, equipping them for the du ties of life with good manners and large intelligence and Christian principle, starting them out, who has done more ■ for the world than many a woman whose | FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM. NO. 22. name has sounded through all the lands and through the centuries. I remem ber when Kossuth was in this country, there were some ladies who got honor able reputations by presenting him very gracefully with bouquets of flowers on public occasions; but what was all that compared with the work of the plain Hungarian mother who gave to truth, and civilization and the cause of uni versal liberty a Kossuth? Y'es, this woman of my text was great in her simplicity. When this prophet wanted to reward her for her hospitality by asking some preferment from the king, what did she say? She declined it. She said: “I dwell among my own people,” as much as to say, “I am satisfied with my lot; all I want is my family and my friends around me; I dwell among my own people.” O! what a rebuke to the strife for precedence in all ages. How many there are who want to get great architecture, and homes furnished with all art, all painting, all statuary, who have not enough taste to distinguish between Gothic and Byzantine, and who could not tell a figure iu plaster of paris from Palmer’s White Captive, and would not know a boy’s pencilling from Bierstadt’s Y'osemite. Men who buy large libraries by the square foot, bay ing these libraries when they have hardly enough education to pick out the day of the month in the almanac! Oh, how many there are striving to have things as well as their neighbors, or better then their neighbors, and in the struggle vast fortures are exhausted and business firms thrown into bank ruptcy, and men of reputed honesty rush into astounding forgeries. Of course, Isay nothing against refinement or culture. Splendor of abode, 6ump tuousness of diet,lavishness in art,neat ness in apparel—there is nothing against them in the Bible or out of the Bible. God does not want us to prefer mud hovel to English cottage, or untanned sheepskin to French broadcloth, or husks to pineapple, or the clumsiness of a boor to the manners of a gentle man' God, who strung the beach with tinted shell, and the grass of the field with the dews of the night, and hath exquisitely tinged morning cloud and robin redbreast, wants us to keep our eye open to all beautiful sights, and our ear open to all beautiful cadences, and our heart open to all elevating sen timents. But what I want to impress upon you, my hearers, is that you ought not to inventory the luxuries of life among the indispensibles, and you ought not to depreciate this woman of the text, who, when offered kingly pre ferment, responded, “I dwell among my own people.” Yes, this woman of the text was great in her piety. Just read the chapter after you go home. Faith in God, and she was not ashamed to talk about it before idolaters. Ah! woman will never appreciate what she owes to Christianity until she knows and sees the degradition of her sex un der Paganism and Mohammedanism. Her very birth considered a misfortune. Sold like cattle on the shambles. Slave of all work, and, at last, her body fuel for the funeral pyre of her husband. Above the shriek of the fire worshipers in India, and above the rumbling of the juggernauts, I hear the million-voiced groan of wronged, insulted, broken hearted, down-trodden woman. Her tears have fallen in the Nile and Tigris, the La Plata, and on the steppes of Tartary. She has been dishonored in Turkish garden and Persian palace and Spanish Alhambra. Her little ones have been sacrificed in the Indus and the Ganges. There is not a groan, or a dungeon, or an island, or a mountain, or a river, or a lake, or a sea but could tell a story of the outrages heaped upon her. But thanks to God this glorious Christiani ty comes forth, and all the chains of this vassalage are snapped, and she rises from ignominy to exalted sphere and becomes the affectionate daughter, the gentle wife, the honored mother, the useful Christian. 0! if Christianity lias done so much for woman, surely woman will become its most ardent ad vocate and its sublimest exemplification. “A Drop of Joy in Every Word.” Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.: Three months ago I was broken out with large ulcers and sores on my body, limbs and face. 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