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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN. ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CHAS. W. HANCOCK. VOL. 18. The Sumter Republican. Semi-Weekly, One Year - - -J4 00 Weely, One Year - - - - - 2.00 0-Payable in Advance sp l All advertisements emulating from public offices will be charged for in accordance with an act passed by the late General Assembly of Georgia—7s cents per hundred words for each of the first four insertions, and 35 cents for each subsequent insertion. Fractional parts of one hundred are considered one hundred words; each figure and initial, with date and signature, is counted as a word. The cash must accompany the copy of each Advertisement, unless different arrange ments have been made. ' ♦ Advertising: Kates. One Square first insertion, - - - - SI.OO Each subsequent insertion, - - - - 50 ESTTen Lines of Minion, type solid con atitute a square. All advertisements not contracted for will be charged above rates. Advertisements not specifying the length of time for which they are to be inserted will be continued until ordered out and charged for accordingly. Advertisements tooccupy fixed places will be charged 25 per cent, above regular rates Notices in local column inserted for teD cent per line each insertion. Charles F. Crisp, Attorney at Late, AMERICUS, GA. declGtf B. P. ’ HOLLIS Attorney at Late, AMERICUS, GA. Office, Forsytli Street, in National Bank building. dec2otf E. G SIMMONS, Attorney at Law, AMERICUS GA., Office in Hawkins’ building, south side of Lamar Street, in the old office of Fort* Simmons. janGtf •T. A. ANSLEY, ATTORNEY AT LAW INI) SOLIC ITOR IN EQUITY, Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’ Clothing Store, Ameiiicus, Ga. After a brief respite I return again to'tlie practice of law. As in the past it will be my earnest purpose to represent my clients faithfully and look to their interests. The commercial practice will receive close atten tion and remittances promptly made. The Equity practice, and cases involving titles of land and real estate are my favorites. Will practice in the Courts of Southwest Georgia, the Supreme Court and the United States Courts. Thankful to my friends for their patronage. Fees moderate. novlltf CARD. I offer my professional services again to the good people of Americus. After thirty years’ of medical service, I have found it difficult to withdraw entirely. Office next door to Dr. Eldridge’s drug store, on the Square janlttf R. C. BLACK, M. D. Dr, J. F. Stapleton Offers liis professional services to the people of Americus and surrounding couutry. He will practice medicine, surgery, obstetrics, and all other matters pertaining to his pro fession . A successful experience in the past will guarantee to him success. Calls left at the residence of Mrs. Mary Jossey will re ceive prompt attention. ■ janl9-3m Tr 7 d7p.”hoUOWAY, DentisT, Americus, - - - Georgia Treats successfully all diseasesof the Den tal organs. 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Special attention given to the study of Music, Modern Languages, Belles- Letters and Art. Native French and Ger man teachers are employed. The music de partment is under the able management of Prof. Alfredo Barili. For particulars ap ply to Mrs. J. W. BALLARD, ]unel7-ly Principal. CAWCI2RB! TUMORS AND ULCERS ! Treated’by anew and wonderfully success ful method, without the knife or loss of , blood. Send for descriptive pamphlet, “WAY TO HEALTH.’’ All forms of CHRONIC DISEASES a specialty. List of questions sent on application, which, when answered and returned, we give an opinion, prospect of cure, etc.. FREE OF CHARGE. Address DR. E. H. GREENE, 23 'A White hall St., Atlanta, Ga. 90NSUMPTI0N7 I have a posltlvo remedy for the above disease; by Ita nse thousands of cases of the worst Kind and of long standinghavo boon cured. Indeed, so strong is my faith In its efficacy, that I will send TWO BOTTLES FKKB, together with a VALUABLE TREATISE on this disease, to any snfferer. 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SUUMtY &Y.VOVSC,. JESUS HOVER OF MY soil,. BY SADIE RANDOLPH Lady will you sing to me? As we sit by the lonely sea, As we watch the waters flow And the ships rock to and fro, And the wild waves madly roll • Sing, “Jesus Lover of my Soul!” Lady, kindly sing that song I’ve wished to hear it for so long, Do not let it be so gay, But sad and low ana sweet to-day,— Sing as the distant church-bells roll, “Jesus Lover of my Soul!” Yes! oh sing that song to-night, As the stars are shining bright, Sing as the raging tossing sea Beats a mournful melody, As the distant belfrys roil Sing, ‘ Jesus Lover of my Soul!” There was one so long ago, Who now lies beneath the snow— She would sing that song to me, By the lonely tossing sea, She would sing as the waters rolled, “Jesus Lover of my Soul!” Soon we’ll pass away like snow Soon beyond our graves we’ll go, Then the raging, tossing sea, Ne’er will know that you sang to me, Oh please sing as the waters roll, “Jesus Lover of my Soul!” Now, the waters ebb and flow, Like they did, so loug ago, Like they will when we are dead, And the grass grows o’er our head, Now, the bellsliave ceased to toil, Sing, “Jesus Lover of my Soul!” TABERNACLE SERMONS. BF REV. T. DeMTT TALMAGE FUEL, CHALICES. Come, for all tilings are now ready.—St. Luke xiv., 17. Holy festivities to-day. We gather other sheaves into the spiritual garner. The decorations on platform and gal leries with which we celebrated the coming in of the temporal harvests, when we were gathered last Thursday, are still kept in their places as symbols of a more glorious spiritual harvest— the coming in of great church prosper ities. Another large group added to' this membership. On the church roll now the names of about 2,800 souls. Our joy is like the joy of heaven. Spread the banquet, fill all the clialies. We are not to-day at the funeral of a dead Christ; we are celebrating the marriage of the King’s Son. It was an excitilig time in English history when Queen Elizabeth visited Lord Leicester at Kenilworth Castle. The clocks in all the towers and throughout the castle were stopped at the moment of her arrival, so continuing to point to that moment as the one surpassing all others in interest. The door* of a great banqueting hall were opened. The Queen marched into the sound of the trumpeters. Four hundred servants wait ed upon the guests. It was a scene that astonished all nations when they heard of it. Fire thousand dollars a day did the banquet cost as it went on day after day. She was greeted to palace gates' with floating islands, and torches, and the thuuder of cannon, and fire works that set the night ablaze, and a burst of music that lifted the whole scene into enchantment. As beginning in that way it went on from joy to joy, and from excitement to excitement, and from rapture to rapture. That was the great banquet that Lord Leicester spread in Kenilworth Castle. Cardi nal Wolsey entertained the French Ambassadors in Hampton Court. The best cooks of the land provided for the table. The guests were kept hunting in the parks all the day so that their appetites might be keen, and then in. the evening hour they were shown into the banqueting hall, the table aglitter with imperial plate and ablush with the very costliest wines, and the second course of that feast was made of food in all shapes—of men, and birds, and beast, and dancing groups, and joust ing parties riding upon each other with uplifted lances. Lords and Princes and ambassadors, their cups gleaming to the brim, drank first to the King of England and then to the health of the Emperor of France. That was the ban quet that Cardinal Wolsey spread in Hampton Court. But to-day, my and sisters, I invite you to a grander entertainment. My Lord, the King, is the banqueter. Angels of God are the cup bearers, all the redeemed are the guests, the halls of eternal love, frescoed with light, and paved with joy. and curtained with unfading beau ty, are the banqueting place. The har monies of eternity are the music, the chalices of God are the plate, and I am one of the servants come out with invitations to all the people, and O! that you might break the seal of the invitation and read, written in ink of blood and with a tremulous hand of a dying Christ: “Come, come, for all thing are now ready.” Sometimes there has been great disappointment at a banquet. The wine has given out, or the servants • have been rebellious, or the lights have failed; but I walk all arouud the banqueting table of my Lord to-day, and I find everything complete, and I swing open the door of this ban queting house and 1 say: “All things are ready, now ready.” Illustrating my text, I go on, and in the first place say that the Lord Jesus Christ is ready. Cardinal Wosley did not come into the banqueting hall until the second course of the feast, and when he entered, booted and spurred, all the guests arose and cheered him; but I have to tell you that our banqueter, the Lord Jesus Christ, comes in at the be ginning of the feast. Aye, He has been waiting for His guests; waiting for some of them 1882 years; waiting with mangled feet; waiting with hand on the punctured side; waiting with hand on the lacerated temples; waiting, waiting! Wonder it is that the banqueter did not get weary and say: “Shutthe door and let the laggard stay out.” No; He has been waiting. How much He is iu earnest. Shall I show you? I gather up all the tears that flooded His cheek in sympathy, all the blood that chan neled His brow and back, and hand and foot, to purchase our redemption. I gather up all the groans ccming from midnight chill, and mountain hunger, and desert loneliness, ami I put them into one bitter cry. I gather up all the pangs that shot from cross and spikes and spear, into one groan. I take one drop of sweat on His brow and I put it under the glass of the Gospel, and it enlarges to seas of sorrow, to oceans of agony. That Christ to-day, emaciated and worn and weary, comes here, and wither pathos in which every word is a heartbreak and every sentence a mar tyrdom He says to you and He says to me: “Come,-come, for all things are now ready.” Ahasuerus made a feast which lasted 180 days. This lasts for ever. Lords and princes were invited to that. You and I are invited to this. Yes, Ho has been waiting. He is wait ing now. Other kings wrap themselves in robes of beauty and power before they come into a banquet. So does Christ. O! He is the fairest of the fair. In His hand is the omnipotent surgery that opened blind eyes and straightened crooked limbs, and hoisted the pillars of heaven, and swung the twelve gates which are twelve pearls. O! what a Christ—a Christ of beauty, a Christ of power. There are not enough cups on earth to dip up this ocean of beauty. There are not ladders to scale these heights of love. O! Thou flower of eternity. Thy breath is the perfume of heaven. O! Thou daybreak of the soul, let all nations clap their hands in Thy radiance, Chorus! Come, men and angels, and cherubim and seraphim and archangel, all heights, all depths, all immensities. Chorus! Roll on. through the heavens in chariots of uni versal acclaim, over bridges of hosanna, under arches of coronation, by the tow ers chiming with eternal jubilee. Chorus! Unto Him that loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, and made us kings and priests unto God, to Him be glory. Ah! there is one word of five letters that I would like to write; but I have no sheet fair enough to write it on, and there is no pencil good enough to describe it. Give me a sheet from the heavenly, record and some pencil used by angel in des cribing a victory, and then, with hand struck by supernatural energy, with pencil dipped in the everlasting morn ing, I will write it out in capitals of love, J-e-s-u-s—Jesus! Alt! it is this One that is waiting for you and for me, for we are on the same platform before God. It is this One that is waiting for you and waiting for me. How long He waited for me! How long He has waited for you! Waiting as a ban queter waits for his delayed guests, the meats smoking, the beakers brim ming, and the minstrel with his finger on the stiff string ready to strike at the first clash of the hoofs at the gate way. Waiting as a mother waits for her boy that ten years ago went off. dragging her bleeding heart after him. Waiting! 0! can you not give me some comparison intense enough, importun ate enough, high as heaven, deep as hell, and vast as eternity? Not expect ing that you can help me with such a comparison, I simply say lie is wait ing as only an all sympathetic Christ knows how to wait for a wand 'ring soul. Bow the knee and kiss the sun, Come and welcome, sinner, come. But I remark again, not only Christ is waiting, but the Holy Spirit is wait ing. Why are some sermons a dead failure? Why are there songs that do not get their wings under the people? Why are their prayers that go no high: er up than a hunter’s halloo? Because there is a missing link that only the Holy Spirit can make. If that Holy Spirit should come through this as semblage this morning, there would be a power felt like that when Saul was unhorsed on the road to Damascus, like as when Lydia’s heart was broken in her fine story; like as when three hundred souls were lifted out of mid night into midnoon at the Pentecost. Do you notice that sometimes that Spirit takes an insignificant agency to save a soul? I think it is very often that at just one passage of Scripture— just one word of Scripture—a soul is saved because the Holy Spirit gives us supernatural power. Do you know what it was that saved Martin Luther? lt was that one verse: “We just shall live by faith,” Do you know what it was that brought Augustine from his horrible dissipations? It was that one verse: “Put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfill the lusts thereof.” Do you know what it was that saved Head ley Vickers, the celebrated soldier? It was the one passage, “Believe in the Lord .Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.” Do you know what it was that brought Jonathan Edwards to Christ? It was the one passage, “Now to Him be glory forever and ever.” One Thanksgiving morning in this church I read my text, “O, give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good,” and a young man stood in the gallery and said to himself. “I have never rendered one acceptable offering of gratitude to God in all my life. Here, Lord, lam thine forever.” By that one passage of Scripture he was brought into the king dom, and if I might tell my own expe rience I might tell how one Sabbath afternoon I was brought to the peace of the Gospel by reading of the Syro phcenician’s cry to Christ when she said, “Even the dogs eat of the crumbs that fall from the master’s table.” Philosophic remorse never saved any body. Metaphysical sermons never saved anybody. An earnest plea go ing right out of the heart blessed of the Holy Ghost, that is what saves; that is what brings people into tiro kingdom of Christ. I suppose the world thought that Thomas Chalmers preached great sermons in his early ministry, but Thomas Chalmers says he never preached at all until he came out of his sick room, and, weak and emaciated, he stood and told the story of Christ to the people; and in the great day of eternity it will be found that not so much the sermons of Schol ars brought men to Christ as the sto ry told perhaps by those who were un known on earth; the simple story of the Saviour’s love and mercy, sent by the power of the Holy Ghost. Aye, he is here this morning. lie fills all the place Did I say Christ was ready? I tell you the Holy Ghost is ready. Then I go on and tell you the church is ready. There are those here who say, “No one cares for my soul?” We do care for it. You see a man bowing his head in prayer, and you say, “That man is indifferent.” That man bows his bead in prayer that tiie truth may go to every heart; The air is full of prayers. They aro going np this morning from this assembly. Hun dreds of prayers straight to the throne ot a listening God. The air is full of prayers—prayers ascending noon by noon trom Fulton street prayer meet 'ing. Friday night by Friday night all over this land going up from pray ing circles. Yes, there is not a minute or an hour or any day that there are not supplications ascending to the throne ot mercy. The church is ready, and if you should this morning start for your Father’s house there would be hundreds and thousands in this as semblage who would say, if they knew it: “Make room for that man; make room for him at the Holy Sacrament; bring the silver bowl for his baptism; give him full right to all the privile ges of the church of Jesus Christ,” O! I know there are those who sav the Church is a mass of hypocrites, but they do not really think so. It is a glorious church. Christ purchased it; Christ built it; Christ,swung all its gates; Christ curtained it with uphol stery crimson with crucifixion carnage. Come into it. Come into it. I do not pick out this man or that man and say, “You may come.” I say all may come I say all may come—whosoev er will. “Come with us and we will do you good. The Lord hath prom ised good concerning Israel.” We are a garden walled around. Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little plot enclosed by grace Out of the world’s wild wilderness. Do not say you have never been in vited. I invite you now to the King’s feast. One and all. All! all! But 1 go further, and tell you the angels of God are ready. Some people think, when we speak about angels, we are getting into the region of fancy, They say it is very well for a man when he has just entered the ministry to preach about the angels of heaven, but after he has gone on fur ther it is hardly worth while. My friends, there is not any more evidence in the Bible that there is a God than that there are angels. Did they not swarm around Jacob’s ladder? When Lazarus’ soul went up, did they not escort it? Did not David say, “The chariots of God are twenty thousand, even thousands of angels?” Are they not represented as the chief harvesters of the judgment day? Did notone an gel in one night slay 180,000 of Seu nacherip’s troops? O! yes, our world is in communication with two other worlds, heaven and hell. All that communication is byangels. When a bad man is to die, a man who has despised God and rejected the gospel, the bad spirits come upon sulphurous wing and they shackle him, and they , try to pnsh him off the precipice into the ruin, and they lift a guffaw of dia bolical exultation. But there is a line of angels, bright and beautiful and lovely angels, mighty angels, reaching all the way from earth to heaven, and when others gather like them I sup pose the air is full of them’ They flit about; they push down iniquity from your heart; they are ready to re joice. Look! there is an angel from the throne,of God. One moment ago it stood before Christ and heard the doxology of the redeemed. It is here now; Bl ight immortal, what news from the Golden City? Speak, spirit blest. The answer comes melting on the air, “Come, come, for all things are now ready.” Angels ready to bear the tidings. Ar.gels ready to drop the benediction. Angels ready to kindle the joy. All ready. Ready, cheru bim and seraphim. Ready, thrones, principalities ahd powers. Ready, Michael the archangel. Yes, I go farther to say that your glorified kindred are ready. I have not any sympathy with modern spirit ualism I believe it is born in perdi dition. When I see the ravages it makes with human intellects, when I see the homos it has devastated, when I see the bad morals that very often lollovv in its wake, 1 have no faith in modern spiritualism. I think if John Milton and George Whitefield have not anything better to do than to crawl under Rochester tables and rattle the leaves, they had bctter.stay home in glory. But the Bible distinctly teaches [that the glorified in heaven are in sym pathy with our redemption. “There is joy in heaven among the angles of God over one sinner that repenteth,” and if the angels hear it do not our departed kindred there hear it? * * * There are those there who toil for your sal vation and when they bade you good by in the .last hour and they said: “Meet me in heaven,” there was hover ing overthe pillow the awful possibility that you might not meet. But oh! the pathos when that hand was thrust out from the covers and they said good-by. For how long good-by was it? Now, suppose you should pass into the king dom of God this morning; suppose you should say: “I’m done with the sins of this world. Fie upon all these fol lies! 0! Christ, I take Thy service, I respond to Thy love, Thine am I for ever”—why before the tear of repen tance had dried on your cheek, before your first prayer had closed, the angel standing with a message for thy soul would cry upward, “Ha is coming!” and angels poising in mid air would cry upward, “He is coming!” and all along the line of light, from doorway to doorway, from wing-tip up to wing tip, the news would go upward until it reached the gate, and then it would flash to the house of many mansions and kindred art, and those before the throne would say: “Rejoice with me, my prayers are answered; give me another harp with which to strike the joy. Saved, saved, saved!” Now, my friends, if Christ is ready, and the Holy Ghost is ready, and the church is ready, and the angels of God are ready, and your glorified kindred are ready—are you ready? I give with all the emphasis of my soul the question, “Are you ready?” If you do not get into the Chief’s feast, it will be be cause you do not accept the invitation —earnest invitation. Arm stretched out soaked with blood from elbow' to finger tip, lips quivering in mortal an guish, two eyes beaming everlasting love, while He says: “Come, come, come! for all things are now ready.” At Kenilworth Castle, I told you, they stopped the clocks when Queen Eliza beth arrived, that the hand of time might point to that moment as the one most, significant and tremendous; but if this morning the King should enter the castle of your son!, well might you stop all the clocks and have the finger of time pointing to this mo ment as the one most stupendous in all your life. Would that I could come all through these aisles, and all through these galleries, not addressing you perfunctorily, but taking you by the hand and saying to one and all, to each: “Come, come, the door is open, enter now and sit at the feast.” Old man, God has been waiting for thee long years. Would that some tears of re pentance might trickle down thy wrin kled cheek! Has not Christ done enough in feeding thee and clothing thee all these years to win from thee one word of gratitude? Come all the young. Christ is the fairest of the fair. Wait not until thy heart gets hard. Come, the furtherest away from Christ. Drunkard, Christ can put out the fire of that thirst. He can restore thy broken home. Ha can break that shackle. Come now, to-day, and get His pardon and its strength. Liber tine, Christ knew where thou werst last night. He knows all the story of thy sin. Come to Him this day. He will wash away thy sin, and He will throw around thee the robe of His pardon. Harlot, thy feet foul with hell, thy laughter the horror of the street—o! Mary Magdalen, Christ waits for thee. And the one furtherest off, further than any I have mentioned, a case not so hopeful as any I have mentioned. Self righteous man, feeling thyself all right, having no need of Christ, no need of pardon, no need of help—O! self-right eous man, dost thou think in those rags thou canst enter the feast? Thou canst not. God’s servant at the gate would tear off thy robe and leave thee naked at the gate. O! self-righteous man, the last to come. Come to the feast. Come, repent thy sin. Come, take Christ for thy portion. Day of grace is going away. Shadow’s on the cliff reaching further and further over the plain. The banquet has already begun. Christ has entered into that banquet to which you are invited. The guests are taking their places. The servant of the King has his hand on the door of the banqueting room, and he begins to swing it shut. Now is your time to go in. Now is my time to enter. I must go in. You must go in. He is swing ing the door shut. Now it is half shut. Now, it is three-fourths shut. Now, it is just ajar. After a while, it will be forever shut. tVhy will ye waste on trifling cares That life whicliGod’s compassion spares, While in the endless round of thought The one thing needful is forgot. Bright’s Disease, Diabetes. Beware of the stuff that pretends to cure these diseases or other serious Kidney, Urinary or Liver Diseases, as they only relieve for a time and makes you ten times worse after wards, but rely solely on Hop Bitters, the only remedy that will surely and permanently cure you It destroys and removes the cause of disease so effectually that it never returns. If Nearly Dead • after taking some highly puffed up stuff, with long testimonials, turn to Hop Bitters, and have no fear of any Kidney or Urinary Troubles, Bright’s Disease, Diabetes or Liver Complaint. These diseases cannot resist the cura tive power of Hop Bitters; besides it is the best family medicine on earth. Paper, Envelopes, Box Paper, Bl’k Books, Pens, Inks, Pencils, etc., at 'W. T. Davenport & Son’s. K)U1I DOLLARS PER ANNUM. NO. 36. MODESTY' REWARDED. During a time of famine in France, a riekjnan invited twenty of the poor children in the town to his house, and said to them: “In this basket is a loaf for each one of you; take it: come back every day at this hour till God sends us better times. The children, seizing tho basket, wrangled and fought foi the bread. Each wished to get the largest loaf, and at last went away without thanking their friend. Francesca alone, a poor but neatly-dressed girl, stood modestly apart, took the smallest loaf which was left in the basket, gracefully kissed the gentleman’s hand, and went away to her home in a quiet and becoming man ner. On the following day the chil dren was equally ill behaved, and Francesca this time received a loaf that was scarcely half the size of the others. But when she got home, her sick moth er cut the loaf, and there fell out of it a number of bright silver coins. The mother was alarmed, and said: “Take back the money this instant, for it has no doubt got into the bread by some mistake.” Francesca carried it back; but the benevolent gentleman declined to re ceive it. “No, no,” said he: “it was no mis take. I had the money baked in the smallest loaf simply as a reward for you, my good child. Always continue thus contented, peacable and unassum ing. The person who prefers to remain contented with the smallest loaf, rath er than quarrel for the larger one, will find throughout life blessings in this course of action still more valuable than tho money which was baked in your loaf of bread.” —The Morning Star. Man’s Age. Few men die of age. Almost all die of disappointment, passion, mental or bodily toil or accidents. The passions kill men sometimes, even suddenly. The common expression, choked with passion, has little exaggeration in it; tor, even though not suddenly fatal, strong passions shorten life. Strong bodied men often die young; weak men live longer than the strong; for the strong use their strength and the weak have none to use. The latter take care of themselves, the former do not. As it is with the body, so it is with the mind and temper. The strong are apt to break, or, like the candle, to run; the weak to burn out. The inferior animals which live temperate lives, generally have their prescribed number of years. The horse lives twenty-five, the ox fif teen, the dog ten or twelve, the rabbit eight, the guinea pig six or seven years. These numbers all bear a similar pro portion to the time the animal takes to grow its full size. But man, of the animals, is one that seldom lives his average. He ought to live a hundred years, according to physical law, for five times twen ty are one hundred; but, instead ot that, he hardly reaches on an average, four times his growing period; the cat six times; the rabbit even eight times the standard of measurement. The reason is obvious—man is not only the most irregular and the most intemper ate, but the most laborious and hard worked of all animals; and there is no reason to believe, though we cannot tell what an animal secretly feels, that more than any other animal man cher ishes wrath to keep it warm and con sumes himself with his own secret re flections. Qualifications. An old lady walked into a lawyer’s office, when the following conversation took place: Lady—Squire, I called to see if you would like to take this boy and make a lawyer of him. Lawyer—The boy appears to be rather young, madam; how old is he? Lady—Seven years, sir. Lawyer—He is too young, decided ly too young; have you no older boys? Lady—Oh, yes; I have several; but we have concluded to make farmers of the others. I told the old man I thought this little fellow would make a first-rate lawyer, and so I called to see if you would take him. Lawyer—Oh, madam; he is too young yet to commence the study of the profession; but why do you think this boy is better calculated for a law yer than your other sons? Lady—Why, you see, sir, he is just 7 years old to-day. When he was on ly 5 he’d lie like all nature; when he got to be 6 he was saucy and impu dent as any critter could be, and now he’ll steal anything he can lay his hands on. Praises of Women. Wrinkles disfigure a woman less than ill nature. Woman is an idol that man wor ships until he throws it down. Woman loves always; when earth slips from them they take refuge in heaven. We meet in society many beautiful and attractive women whom we think would make excellent wives—for our friends. We censure the inconsistency of wo men of whom we are the victims; we find it charming when we are the ob-* jects. The highest mark of esteem a wo man can give a man is to ask bis friendship; and the most signal proof of her indifference is to offer him hers. A fine lot of Christmas Goods cheap for cash, at W. T. Davenport*Son’s*