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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN. ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CHAS. W. HANCOCK. VOL. 18. The Sumter Republican. Bkmi-Weekly, One Year - - - ft 00 Weelt, One Year - •- - - - 2.00 tarPATATvr.B IN ADYAHCE_aa All advertisements eminating from public dices 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 figureand 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 1 Bates. One Square first insertion, - - - - 81.00 Each subsequent insertion, - - - - So BYTE’S Lines of Minion, type solid con stitute 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 ten cent per line each insertion. Charles F. Crisp, Attorney at Law, AMERICUS, GA. decl6tf B. P. HOLLIS Attorney at Law . AMERICUS, GA. Office, Forsytli Street, in National Bank building. dec2otf E. G SIMMONS, Attorney at Law , a AMERICUS GA., Office in Hawkins’ building, south side of Lamar Street, in the old office of Fort& Simmons. janfitf J. A. ANSLEY, ATTORNEY AT LAW AND SOLICITOR IN EQUITY, Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’ Clothing Store, Americus, Ga. After a brief respite 1 return again to the 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 drugstore, on the Square janl7tf R. C. BLACK, M. D. Dp. D. P. HOLLOWAY, DentisT, Americus, ... Georgia Treats successfully all diseasesof the Den tal organs. Fills teeth by the Improved method, and inserts artificial teeth on the best material known to the profession. WOFFICE over Davenport and Son’s Drug Store. marllt Commercial Bar. This well-established house will be kept in the same first-class style that has always Characterized it. The Choicest Liquor and Cigars, Milwaukee, Budweiser and Aurora Beer, constantly on hand, and all the best brands of fine Brandies, Wines. &e. Good Billiard Tables for the accommodation of customers. may9tf JOHN W. COTNEY, Clerk. Commercial Hotel, G. M. HAT, Proprietor. This popular House is quite new and handsomely furnished with new furniture, bedding and all other articles. It is in the centre of the business portion of the city, convenient to depot, the banks, warehouses, Ac., and enjoys a fine reputation, second to none, among its permanent and transient guests, on account of the excellence of its cuisine. Table Boarders Accommodated on Reasonable Terms. . may'J-tf G. M. HAY, Proprietor. MEAT MARKET AND Provision Store W. H. & T. M. COBB Having purchased from HARE & COBB, the Meat Market and Provision Store, on COTTON AVENUE, Keep on hand the VERY BEST CUTS of BEEF, FORK, KID AND SAUSAGE, AND ALSO A FULL LINE OF GREEN GROCERIES Provlslonti, Etc., embracing all kinds of Vegetables and Fruits in their season, Canned Goods, etc. It is their aim to keep a first-class establish ment, and give their customers good goods at the lowest prices. Highest price paid for CATTLE, HOGS, and all kinds of COUNTRY PRODUCE. Americus, Ga., Dec. 16,1882. tf Chlorinated Seine, solution Chlori nated Soda, Darby's Fluid and other disinfectants, for use in sick rooms and for other uses. Dr, Eldridge’s Drug Store. F SIMMONSJ Yangemcnt of Liver, Bowels and Kidneys. 6YMPTOM3 OF A DISEASED LIVER. Bad Breath; Pain in the Side, sometimes the pain is felt under the Shoulder-blade, mistaken for Rheumatismgeneral 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 cougn 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 are low and despondent, and, although satisfied that exercise would he bene ficial, yet one can hardly summon up fortitude to try it—in fact, distrusts every remedy. Several of the above symptoms at tend the disease, but cases have occurred wnen but few of them existed, yet examination after death l\ps 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, hy 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 all the power and efficacy of Calomel or Quinine, without any of the injurious after effects. A Governor’s Testimony. Simmons Liver Regulator has becn4n 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 H. Stephens, of Ga., 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 have found anything to benefit me to the extent Simmons Liver Regulator has. I sent from Min nesota to Georgia for it, and would send further for such a medicine, and would advise all who are sim ilarly affected to give it a trial as it seems the only thing that never fails to relieve. P. M. Janney, Minneapolis, Minn. T. W. Mason says; From actual ex perience in the use of Simmons Liver Regulator in my practice I have been and am satisfied to use and prescribe it as a purgative medicine. only the Genuine, which always hac on the Wrapper the red Z Trade-Mark and Signature of J. 11. ZEILIN & CO, FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS TUTT'S PILLS A DISORDERED LIVER IS THE BANE of the present generation. It is for the Cure of this disease and its attendants* SICK-HEADAOHE, BILIOUSNESS, DYS* PEP SI A, CONSTIPATION, PILES, etc., that TIJTT’S PILLS have gained a world-wido reputation. No Remedy has ever Seen. discovered that acts so gently on the digestive organs, giving them vigor to as similate food. Asa natural result, the ftfervous System is Braced, the Muscles are Developed, and the Body Robust. 01a.iJ.lsi and. I*ov©r E. RIVAL, a Planter at Bayou Sara, La., saya, My plantation la In a malarial district. For several years I could not make half a crop on Account of bilious diseases and chills. 1 was nearly discouraged when I began the ue of TUTT’S FILLS. The result was marvelous: my laborers soon became hearty and robust, and I have had no further trouble. They relieve the engorged Liver, cleanse the Blood from poisonous humors, and cause the bowels to act naturally, with out which no one ean feel well. Try this remedy fairly, and you will gain m healthy Digestion, Vigorous Body. Pure Blood, Strong Nerves, and a Sound Liver. Price, 25Cents. Office, 35 Murray NL, N. Y. TUTT’S HAIR DYE. Gray Hair or Whiskers changed to a Glossy - Black by a single application of this Dye. It Imparts a natural color, and acts instantaneously. Sold by Druggists, or sent by express on receipt of One Dollar. Office, 33 Murray Street, New York. (Dr. TUTT’S MANUAL of Information and Useful Receipts I tcill be mailed FREE on application* J _ STOMACH _ AS &itteß s There lias never been an instance in which this sterling invigorant and anti-febrile medicine has failed to ward off the com plaint, when taken duly as a protection against malaria. Hundreds of physicians have abandoned all the officinal specifics, and now prescribe this harmless vegetable tonic for chills and fever, as well as dpspep sia and nervous affections. Hostetter’s Bit ters is the specific you need. For sale by all Druggists and Dealers generally. FOUTZ’S HORSE AND CATTLE POWDERS No Hobbi will die o t Colic, Botb or Long Fe mß, If Foutz’s Powders are used In time. Foutz’s Powders will cure and prevent Hog Cholkba. Fontz’s Powders will prevent Gapes in Fowls. Foutz*s Powder® Will Increase the quantity of milk and cream twenty per cent., and make the butter firm and sweet. Fontz’s Powders will enre orprevent almost every Disease to which Horses and Cattle are subject. Foutz’s Powders w.ill givk Batmlfaction. Sold everywhere. DAVID E. FOUTZ, Proprietor. BALTIMORE. MD. INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS AMERICUS, GEORGIA, SATURDAY MAY 26, 1883. TABERNACLE SERMONS. BY BEY. T. DeWITT TALMAGE [The Sermons of Dr. Talmage are publish ed in pamphlet form by Geo. A. Sparks, 48 Bible House, New York. A number containing 20 Sermons is issued every three months. Price 30 cents, $1 per an num], THE LACHRYMAL,. Put thou my tears into thy bottle;”—Psalms Ivi., 8. Within the past century traveller and antiquarians have explored the ruins of ancient cities, and from the very heart of the buried splendor they have brought up evidence of customs long ago vanished from the earth. From some of those tombs they have brought up lachrymatories or lachrymals, which are vials made of earthenware. The tears wept over the dead were caught and kept in this vial, or lachrymatory, or lachrymal, or bottle, and then the bottle was placed in the tomb of the dead. There are in our museums to day, if you will search for them, many specimens of these tear bottles of olden times. Now, my text intimates that God has an intimate acquaintance with and a tender remembrance of all our griefs—a vial, a lachrymatory, a lach rymal, a bottle in which He keeps all our tears. But say you, “Why talk about grief on a bright Sabbath day like this, and in a year the most pros perous in American history?” Other national prosperity built on fictions, vast wealth reaped from the distresses of war, but our wealth founded upon great harvests and the best condition of American finances. Joy in city mansion and mountain cabin. Joy of lumbermen of Maine shoving their rafts out on the water. Joy of emigrant on the vast prairie. Joy on the north of us, on the south of us, on the east of us, on the west of us. Why preach about grief? Ah! the world is full of pang. There are great darkness of soul that need this morning to be lift ed. I stand before some who are about to break under temptation or trouble, and unless some encouraging word this day be uttered they perish forever. I come on no fool’s errand. Ido not put upon your wounds any salve compound ed by human quackery, but 1 press straight to the mark, and as one vessel, so I cry to you to-day, “Ship ahoy!” and I invite you on board a craft which has Faith for a rudder and Prayer for sails, and Christ for captain and heav en for harbor. Catherine Rheinfeldt, has saved a great many from drowning. When the storm comes down on the sea and on the beach, and others retire to their couches at night to rest, Cath erine Rheinfeldt puts out in a lifeboat, going up and down the beach to see if there are any sailors in distress; and it is said literally she has brought hun dreds and hundreds out of shipwrecks to the shore of safety. So to-day 1 put out in this Gospel lifeboat and ask that God may help me while I try to bring some of you who may be sinking in the waves of trouble, or sin, or dark ness to the Rock of Ages and the shore of safety. The tears that were brought up in the lachrymals of Herculaneum and pompeii have all gone, and those bottles are as dry as the scoria of the volcano that submerged them; but not so with the bottle in which God gath ers all our tears. So it is not mere soft Bentiment, it is not only a poetic idea, but it is a deep and an earnest expression of hundreds of people here who have had misfortune, or trial, or loss, or bereavement, when they cry out, saying, “Put thou my tears in thy bottle.” First, I remark that God has an in timate acquaintance with and a tender remembrance of all tears of repentance. This morning many a man awaked wretched from the night’s debauch, and he wept and he sobbed—pains in the head, aching in the eye, sick at the heart, unfit to step out into the sun light; but all that weeping gets no rec ord in heaven. He does not weep be cause of his misdoings. Of all the millions of tears that have rushed forth under such circumstances, not one ever got into God’s bottle; but when a man sorry for his evil way and tries to do better, and out of the lacerations of an aroused conscience cries to God for mercy, then God listens, then heaven bows down, then sceptres of pardon are extended from the throne, then the bit ter cry rends the heart of heavenly compassion, then the tears are gathered into God’s bottle. You have all heard of the story of Paradise and the Peri. I think it might come to a better adaptation. An angel went forth from heaven and searched all the earth to find some beautiful thing worthy of celestial transportation. That angel went down to the gold and silver mines of the earth, yet found nothing worthy of carrying back to God and to heaven. And then the angel went down to the depths of the sea and examined all the pearls that lay there, but not one ot them was fit to take to heaven, and the angel utterly discouraged and de spairing, stood at the foot of a moun tain and folded its wing, when looking a little way off it saw a wanderer weep ing over his evil ways, and as the tears were falling down the cheek of that wanderer the angel thrust its wing un der the falling tear and captured it, and then sped away toward the sky, and as God saw the angel flying heav enward with that tear upon tho wing, For Dyspepsia, Costive ness, Headache, Chronic Diar rhoea, Jaundice, ' Impurity of the Blood, Fever and I Ague, Malaria, and all Diseases caused by De- God cried out, “Behold the brightest jewel of heaven, the tear of a sinner’s repentance.” Oh, when I see the sheph erd bringing a lost sheep back from the wilderness, when I hear the quick tread of a ragged prodigal coming to his father’s house, when I see the siu-burn ed and passion-blasted and the wretch ed and the vile appealing for God’s compassion, then 1 break forth into ecstacy and triumph, and I cry, “More tears for God’s bottle !” I remember only one or two lines of the old hymn which says: Or sins like mountains for their size, The seas of sovereign grace expand, The seas of sovereign grace arise. Oh, murderer, come hack to thy God. That falling tear will not drop on the cheek; it will not drop on your hand; it will not drop into the bottle where God keeps all our tears. Blessed be His glorious name forever. Again, God has an intimate ac quaintance with and a tender remem brance of all sickness. How many of you are perfectly well ? Not one out of ten. The whole race is smitten with ailments—troubles to which you are particularly subjected—distress of head, or aching of the side, or trepidation of the heart. There is a weariness and a weakness sometimes to which we are subjected. There is not more than one person out of ten that is perfectly well Perhaps you get no sympathy for your sufferings. Perhaps you look stout and well and they say you are a hy pochondriac, or they try to explain it by saying you are nervous. God help the man or woman who is nervous You have not very great physical strength,perhaps. You have been borne down by sufferings of other days, and you feel that one stout blow Would shatter the golden bowl of life and break the pitcher at thefountain. Well, sometimes you sit sick and lonely and think no one cares for you. Ah ! God does. God knows all the sleepless nights. God has measured all the pangs, God is fully aware of all your distresses, and God sympathizes, and God cares, and God comtorts, and God compassionates. Though when you take up the vial of medicine and try to pour it out and to count the drops, in your weakness your hand may be so tremulous you cannot get just the right number of drops, God counts all your falling tears. There is not one tear too many; not one tear too lew\ And look ing up on the shelves of nauseous draughts and distasteful tonics, I want you to remember that there is a larger vial, a larger bottle, not filled with mixture of earthly apothecary, but the bottle in which God gathers all our tears. Ah ! blessed is that pil low over which Jesus hovers. Again I remark, that God has an intimate acquaintance with and a ten der remembrance of all poverty. Much of the world’s want does not come to inspection. Deacons of the church do not see it, controllers of almshouses never report it. People who prefer to suffer and to die in silence rather than to display their poverty and their bit terness. Parents who fail to get a live lihood, so they with their children dwell in perpetual privation. Sewing wo men who cannot ply the needle fast enough to earn shelter and Sorrow and privation and woe huger than a camel going through the eye of their needle. But. whether reported or uncomplaining, whether in seeming ly comfortable parlor or in damp cel lar or in hot garret, the angels of God watch. All those griefs are being col lected. Down in the back street, away off amid shanties and log huts, angels of God are watching. Tears of want seething in summer’s heat, tears of want freezing* in winter’s cold, fall not unheeded. They are pledges of divine sympathy. They are tears of God’s bottle. When some years ago a city missionary was- crossing one of the parks in New York on the Sabbath day, he said to a lad: “What are yon doing here breaking the Lord’s day ? You ought to be at church and wor shipping God instead of breaking the Sabbath in this way.” When the poor lad in his rags looked up at the city missionary and said: “Oh, sir, it’s very easy for you to talk that way, but God knows that we poor chaps ain’t got no chance.” Oh, that the tears of all the poor might drop into God’s bottle. My subject also leads me to say that God has an intimate acquaintance with and a tender remembrance of all our parental anxiety. *Yon sometimes see a man step right out from the most in famous surroundings into the kingdom of God. You say; “That is not logi cal; that man has not heard a sermon in twenty years; that man has not had any alarming providence; why is it he steps right out from the most debased surroundings into the kingdom of God?” This is the secret: God one day looks at the bottle in which He keeps the tears of His dear children, and he finds there a parental tear which for forty years has been unanswered, and He says: “Go to now, and I will answer that tear.” Quick as light ning to the heart of that debased and wandering man comes the influence of the Holy Ghost, and be steps out of his sin into the light of the Gospel. Oh, this work of training children for God and for heaven is a tremendous work. I know there are a great many people who have not been called tp pa rental responsibility who have a very complete idea about domestic discip line. They know how children ought to be trained! But to every intelli gent parent it is a tremendous question. Now, there is a little child, and it is a beautiful plaything. It lies in the mother’s arms. She looks down into its bright eyes and she examines the dimples on its feet, and she says: “What an exquisite organism.” Beau tiful plaything that child is. But one night while that mother is rocking that child asleep, a voice drops straight from the throne of God, saying: “Do you know what you are rocking? That is an immortal.” Stars shall die, but that is an immortal. The sun will die of oid age, but that is immortal. With some of you this is the chief anx iety. You try to train your children aright. You correct this folly, you chide that worldliness, and your mid- night pillow is wet with weeping in parental anxiebf; and you ask me to day, you ask me in silence, but I hear tho question coming up from hundreds of souls: “Is all this wssted? arc my prayers going to be heard? is all this solicitude for nothing?” 1 answer no. God has counted all the sleepless nights. God has heard all the coun sels you ever gave that boy or that girl in your household. God knows it all, and He has kept a record, and in lachrymal—not such as is taken up from ancient sepulchres but in lachry mal that stands on His eternal throne— He has gathered all those exhausting tears. The grass may be rank on your grave, and the letters may have faded from the tomb-stone under the dash of the elements, but He who has said, “1 will be a god to thee and to thy seed after thee,” will not forget, and some day in heaven, while you are ranging the fields of light, the gates of pearl will open, and garlanded with glory that wonderer will rush into your out stretched arms of welcome and tri umph. The hills may depart, and the stars may fall,and the world may burn, and time will perish, but God will never break His oath—never, never! Once more I remark that God has an intimate acquaintance with and a ten der remembrance of all bereavements. Now, that is a trouble which takes the red hearts and throws them like clus ters into the winepress. Trouble at the store you can leave at the store, misrepresentation and abuse you can leave in the street where yon find them, the lawsuit which damages your estate you can leave in the court room; but bereavements are home trouble —you cannot get away from them. \out eyes will see the vacant chair, will see the suggestive picture. You try to fly away from the ills, from the remem brance of bereavements. You go to Switzerland, but more sure-footed than the mule that carries you up the Alps, they climb to the tip top and sit shiv ering on the glaciers. You cross the sea. Yon think you get far away from them, but they are swifter than clipper ship or merchantman. You take caravan and you push out across the Arabian desert, but they follow yon like a simoon armed with suffoca tion. Yon plunge into the Mammoth Cave and you find them like stalacti ties hanging from the top of the great cavern, They come up behind you with skeleton fingers and they push you forward. They stand before you and they push you back. They run upon you like reckless horsemen. They charge on you with glittering spear. They seem to comeat haphazarl, scat tering shots from the gun of a reckless sportsman. Ah! no, no. It is a good aim that sends them in the right way, for God is the archer. This coming summer you will have your grief fresh stirred by going among places where your loved ones once were with you; but they are gone now. Your grief will come quick as lightning express train as you go to the seashore or to the mountains. But I want to tell you once for all that God knows your weep ing. You come along by some hill and say: “This is the hill up which our boy used to run with great glee, wav ing his cap at the top.” “Oh!” you will say, “this is the place where our girl gathered flowers out of the mea dow and wove them into her sunny locks. Oh, who was it that broke that chalice ? Who was it that dashed out that light? Who was it that froze the fountain of my heart?” Perhaps during thq past few months some of you have lost your aged pa rents. They will never pray for you again. Oh, how you would like f to have that kindness again which used to look out from their old wrinkled fa ces and speak to you in tremulous tones. You take up a picture of them and say it is a good picture, but after all it does not satisfy. You would like to hear once again the tones of the parental voice which always talked to you as though you were a child, though for a long time you yourself had been a parent. God knows it all. There is not a tear dropping in all these cities this moment but God hears it—God knows it. He sees the empty cradle. He sees the desolated heart, and I hear him saying, “This is the way I thresh the wheat, this is the way I scour my jewels. Cast thy burden on my arm and I will sustain thee. All those tears lam gathering in my bottle.” But you say; “Why keep in heaven the tears of earth? Why that great lachrymatory on the throne of God? Well, my friends, I do not know that the tears will always stay there. Ido not know but that after a while some angel passing along will look at that great lachrymatory of heaven and find it empty. What sprite of hell hath broken into the gates and robbed that place of its jewels? This is the sec ret: Those were sanctified sorrows, and those tears have been changed into pearls, and now they adorn the coro nets and the robes of the ransomed. I take up some coronet of light and I see gems sparkling in it and say, “From what river depth of heaven did these jewels come?” and a thousand voices answer, “These are transmitted tears from God’s bottle.” Then I see a sceptre stretched down from the throne of men who were trodden on hy earth, and I see on every sceptre point,’ and I see inlaid in the ivory stair of the gol den thaons some very bright jewels, and I say “Whence came them? whence came them?” and the elders from be fore the throne and the martyrs under the altar coming up and standing on the sea of glass, cry in ecstacy, “These are the transmuted tears from God’s bottle,” Let the ages of heaven roll on. All the pomp and pride of earth forgotten; the Kohinoor diamonds that were the pride of kings forgotten; prec ious stones that adorned Persian tiara or flamed in the robes of Babylonian processions iorgotten; the Golconda mines charred in the conflagration, but firm as the everlasting hills, and pure as the light that streams from the throne, and bright as the river that flows from under the eternal rocks, are the transmuted tears of God’s bottle. Let that mighty lachrymatory stand forever on the steps of heaven, or the steps of the throne. Let no hand touch it. Let no wing strike it. Purer than beryl or chrysoprasus, let it stand on the step of Jehovah’s throne, and un der the arch of the unfading rainbow. Passing down the corridor of the palace, the redeemed of earth will look at it and think of their earthly sorrows sanctified, and say, “Why, that is what we heard of on earth; that is what the Psalmist spoke of; there is where our tears were kept; that is God’s bot tle.” And while the redeemed of heaven are gazing on this richest in laid vase in glory, all the towers of heaven will strike this silver chime: ‘‘God hath wiped away all tears from all faces. God hath wiped away all tears from all faces !” That Bad Boy. * THE TRICK (IF. I'LAVEI) ON HIS PA IS CHICAOO. (Peck’s Sun.) “When pa and 1 got to Chicago,” said the bad boy “we walked around town all day, and went to the stores, and at night pa was offul tired, and ho put me to bed in the tavern and went out to walk around and get rested. I wasn’t tired, and I walked around the hotel. I thought pa had gone to the theatre, and that made me mad, and I thought 1 would play him for all I was worth. Our room was 210 and the next room was 212, and there was an old maid, with a Scotch terrier occu pied 212. I saw her twice and she called rne names, cause she thought I wanted to steal her dog.—That made me mad at her, and so I took my jack knife and drew the tacks out of the tin thing that the numbers were painted on, and put the old maid’s number on onr door and our number on her door, and then I went to bed. I tried to keep awake, so as to help pa if he had any difficulty, but I rather guess I got asleep, but woke up when* the dog barked. If the dog had not woke me up the woman’s screams would, and if hadn’t pa would. You see pa came home from the theatre about 12, and he had been drinking. He says every body drinks when they go to Chicago even the minister. Pa looked at the numbers all along the hall till he found 210, and walked right in and pulled off his coat and threw it on the lounge where the dog was. The old maid was asleep, but the dog barked, and pa said, “That cussed boy has bought a dog !” and he kicked the dog and the maid woke up and said, ‘What is the matter, pet?’ Pa laffed and said, ‘Nuthin’ the mazzer with me pet,’and then you ought to have heard the yell ing. The old maid covered her head and kicked and yelled, and the dog snarled and hit pa on the pants, and pa had his vest off and his suspenders unbuttoned, and he got seared and took his coat and vest and went out in the hall, and I opened our door and told pa he was in the wrong room and I knowed it, ami he came in our room and I locked the door, and the bell boy, and the porter, and the clerk came up to see what ailed the old maid, and she said a burglar got in her room, and they found pa’s hat on the lounge, and they took it and told her to be quiet and they would find the burglar. Pa was so scared that he sweat like every thing, and the bed was offul warm, and he pretended to go to sleep, but he was wondering how he would get his hat back. In the morning I told him it would be hard work to explain it to ma how he happened to get into the wrong room, and he said it wasn’t nec essary to say anything about it to ma. Then he gave me $5 to go out and buy him anew hat, and he said I might keep the change if I would not mention it when I got home, and 1 got him one for ten shillings, and we took the 8 o’clock train in the morning and came home, and I s’pose -the Chicago detectives are trying to fit pa’s hat onto a burglar. Pa seemed offully re - lieved when we got across the State line into Wisconsin. But you'd a died to see him come out of that old lady’s room, with his coat and vest on his arm, and his suspenders hanging down, looking scart. He dasent lick me any more, or I’ll tell ma where pa left his hat.” By land or at sea, out on the prai rie, or in the crowded city, Ayer’s Cathartic Pills are the best for purga tive purposes, everywhere alike con venient, efficacious and safe. For sluggish bowels, torpid liver, indi gestion, bad breath, flatulency, and sickheadache, they are a sure remedy. | FOUR. DOLLARS PER ANNUM. NO. 70. REV'. THOMAS BATTLE. Df.ath of a Man w-ho has lived under evert President of the United States—Probably the oldest Min ister in the Union—Living to see his Grandchildren’s Grandchil dren. Monroe Advertiser. Last Wednesday witnessed the death of a noble man in Monroe county Rev. riiomas Battle. He had been com plaining a little for several days, but was not considered in a critical condi tion until the Sunday before his death. Then it was seen that his long and useful life was drawing to a close. There was apparently nothing painful in his condition. Just before his death, he was asked if he felt that all was well with his soul, and if he felt wil ling to depart. He made no reply. The question was repeated, with the further remark: “If you can’t speak, lef us know by a pressure of the hand.” With a firm, close pressure, he grasped the hand that was in his, at the same time a beautiful smile broke over his placid features; and by these tokens those that stood by knew that all was well with his soul. And why should it not have been ? He had trusted God and served him all his long life, and those who so trust and serve are never left comfortless. A short time after this his spirit passed away. It was like a child falling asleep in its mother’s arm; there was no struggle, no sign of suffering—so gentle was the change from life to death that the watchers did not know when the one ended and the other began. If there was one marked feature of his life, it was his religion. It was as such a part of him and as marked a charac teristic as his complexion or his stature. This is shown by an entry on the fami ly record, made by himself opposite his own name: “Born August 14th, 1786. Born the second time August 25th, 1819.” This “second birth” was re markable, and we shall have more to say of it hereafter. Mr. Battle was born in North Caro lina on the 14th day of August, 1789. At the age of seventeen he removed to Warren county, Ga., where he lived several years. A few months before he reached his twenty-second year— namely, on the 17th ot April, 1808, he married Miss Polly Baker, of Warren county. She was a devoted wife and walked by his side fifty years,fulfilling in the highest degree the noble mission of wife and mother. They had thir teen children, five of whom have pass ed over the river, and eight still sur vive—the youngest of whom is about forty-nine years of age. Dnring his residence in Warren county —on the 25th of August, 1819 —he was converted under the preach ing of Bishop James O. Andrew. The next year—as appears from an entry on one of his books, he began preach ing, but his license as an elder in tho Methodist Episcopal church was not obtained till September 22, 1833, This license was granted by Bishop Andrew, at Monroe camp meeting. He never was an itinerant preacher, we believe, but did efficient service for many years as a local preacher, having regular ap pointments. He held the office of sheriff of War ren county, and has said, with pardon able pride that he was never ruled for money. He kept a bound volume of the Augusta Chronicle, form the year 1811, in which the legal sales of his county were published—which is still in a good state of preservation. From Warren county, he moved to Jefferson eounty, Ala. Remaining there two years, he moved to Forsyth, Ga., in 1825. From Forsyth he moved to the place where Mr. Joseph Gray now lives, and from thereto the place where he died, in 1830. The house in which he died was built by him that year, and he has resided in it ever since. It was an ideal old-fashioned country home. By his untiring industry and his skill as a farmer, his “grounds” were induced to “bring forth plentiful ly;” he had abundance of this world’s goods; but unlike the rich man of scripture, he did not set his heart on them, but laid up his treasure in heaven. Few men live ns long as he did. Born in 1786, he lived during the ad ministration of every president of the United States. He saw his descendants grow to the number of 400; among them were three grandchildren of his grandchildren—one of whom we saw standing at the head of his coffin while the burial service was read. He was probably the oldest preacher in the United States. A score of yesra ago, he chose Rev. Wesley F. Smith to preach his fune ral sermon, and stipulated that the text should he: “Few and evil have been the days of the years of thy ser vant.” Lately we understand, he wanted added to the text the following: “Though he slay me. yet will I trust in him.” The funeral sermon will be preached by Rev. Mr. Smith, as desir ed on the first Sunday in Jnne, at Mt. Zion church. Wc have more to say, but must wait till next week. Winston, Forsyth Cos., N. C. Gents— l desire to express to you my thanks for your wonderful Hop Bitters. I was troubled with dispep siafor five years previous to com mencing the use of your Hop Bitters some six months ago. My cure hap been wonderful. I am pastor of the First Methodist Church of this place, and my whole congregationcan testify to the great virtues of your Bitten. Very respectfully, I Rev. H. Ferebbi.