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Newspaper Page Text' ~ T ’~ H . a. CARLTON & CO fit Atjjfits (ilcargian. II. U. CARLTON & CO., Proprietors. TBRMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: jot COPY, Oiw Ywr, — * S OO FIVE COPIES, On, Year, S 7B TEN COPIES, On* Year. ie OO Rates of Advertising: Tr*i>*ls«t rinnlManli. of onoaqaara or moral! 00 »iu,rr for the flm iawrtlon, and so cent, for each «ub- ■r|U,n, iaxrtlon. ■«. All adrorOaomoBU cooiMereJ tranilcat crcrpt • hrr, iBoclal contract, arc made. Tni linear 100 worda make one iquare. a*- Litoral contract, made with pearly adrrrtlanra. LEGAL ADVERTISEMENTS. Citation of Adminicle,lino or Ooardlan,hlp....._.. .- .»J 00 .rollcnklualor Dtamlmlon AdmlalatratororGtuudlaa *00 ; , 11 rati on »r learn no fcu land, ** Noticd !*• PvMoraaM »“ I W hat ahall «a wrap tha babr in I Silk, are too coarao and Telveta too rough, Snowiest linen, not white enough, Web of right flneneaa no fair}- can spin— W hat ahall we wrap the baby in t Softest of ooiora mar cover bia bed— Delicate hoea of the iky and the rose, Tints of all bads that in May months unclose, When on the bosom of sleep drops bis bead.; Ho moat have aometliing more heavenly instead. W nat ahall we wrap the behy in f Nothing that fingers have woven will do ; Looms of the heart weave love ever anew, Love, only love, ie tha right thread to apiu; he baby in. Lrcr Labgok. Love we moat wrap the! Solicit ... talc, of Land, Ac., pnv sqnnrn... sale. Perishable Properly. 10 anyn.pnrnq IMrar Sallee*, SO dnyn — Mirtiifnnlee, |a>r aquarn.. KurvClMurr i™* ««••• K--million Nolle** (In advance) .............. Hull- Nid’ii, |*r square, each tInto .. .— 500 1 50 300 250 500 100 200 100 Business and Professional Cards. /,*. F. 7IIRASHER, A77 O'JtJVEY A2 LA W, WATK1NSV1LLE, GA. >rS.v in farmer Ordinary'* Office. janOS-ly REMOVAL! 7. A. SALE, LEJV2IS2, HAS Hi MOVED to the office lately occupied by Dr. J W. Morrell. Stiit&rtion guaranteed in both Work And Price*. jurJ'i-lf COBB, ERWIN & COBB, attorneys at law, ATHENS, GA. Office in the Deupree Building. C. D. HILL, ATTO'JtJVEY AT LAW, ATHENS, GEORGIA. Prompt attention given to all busine** and the tame Mpectftilly nolicted. janll-ly. POPE NARROW, ATTO'RJVET A2 LAW, ATHENS, GA. office in Mr. J. H. Newton’anew building. jar.4.1y. i W. R. LITTLE, Attorney al La ip, CAKNESVILLE, GA. J. S. DORTCH Attorney at Lair, CAKNESVILLE, «A 1 __ A G. MeCURRY, ,1 TTO It JYK T" .f T LUIT, HARTWELL, GEORGIA. WILL give at rid personal attention to all business en- iruaLrd to his care. Aug. 4 -40--Iy. a-a M. Jackson. L. W. Thomas. JACKSON A THOMAS, Attorneys at Law, Athens, Georgia. JOHN IF. OWEN,~ Attorney at Law, toccoa errr, «a. Will practice In all the counties of the Western Cir- »»i, Hart u:d Madi-on of the Northern Circuit. Will ’Ac *|>ecial attenion to all claim* entrusted to hi* care. oct2\)irly. P. G. THOMPSON, Attorney at Law, Sjwsal aUcniiou paid to crimin*l practice. For refer- •11* apply to Ex. Gov. T. H. Watu and Hon. David Ici-top, Montgomery Ala. Office over Barry’. Store, .ll.cn*, Ga. Feo. S—tC J0HN~T. OSBORN, Attorney at Law, ELBERTON, GA. | Will practice in the counties of the Northern Cireuit, I ““ka, 1'ratiklin and Habersham ot the Western ■ < ircuu; will give apeciel al t.ntion to all elaima entroat- | <-d l« l i, care. Jap. 10, 1S74—ly. ANSWERED. Wbat shall wa wrap the baby in f Whv, there’! the shawl with the comers tom off, * Ana an old faded quilt that’a np in the loft, Fine enough lor youth number ten— That’a wuat well', wrap the baby in. What earea he for the oolorhf the rose, Which would only via with Ida little red noaa; What ouea be A* the buds of May, - Or of anything else but. himself, 1 pray I Why, get what yon can t • wrap him in, For i: will aoon be aoentod with camphor and gin. And tack him in tight, qaite oat of aight, For nor no sooner hit eyea will see the light, Than he’ll tend up a yell wuich wUl last a spell. And will make yon judge him a downright ‘‘sell,” Ana you’ll wish the thnad he's now wrapped in Was tiot so very, very tliiu. Mrs. W., in Atlanta Conititutiun. FARMER DRILL'S MUV PLEASURE. Farmer Brill had been a hard* working, industrious man, and non in his later years he was enjoying the fruit of his well-directed toil; but not in t ie large measure that might have been hia if he had known how to get the most for his possessions. The farmer had worked narrowly all his life, and now he was trying to enjoy himself narrowly, still hoping to find pleasure in receiving instead of giving. He did feel less kindly toward his neighbors than he should have felt, tor he had never been so kind and helpful to- ward them as he should have been, hence the colduess and ill-will that lay between him and some of these neighbors. The origin of this ill-will could be traced, in most instances, to some denial of a service or favor asked in by-gone time. Farmer Brill was a staunch believer in the doctrine of self help; lie asked no help ; he abed no favors and gave none, exept grudg ingly and with a bad grace. And yet, bid den away down iu his heart and covered over by selfishness aud the love of gain, was an element of kindness that otten stirred his nature and tried to assert itself in action. The farmer sat in his shady porch one lovely Autumn *lay, trying to enjoy himself. His fields had been reaped, and his barns held the treasures of golden grain whicii the generous earth had given him. All around him bent fruit-laden branches, and the air was musical with bees gathering honey for his* hives. But somehow he was not happy. A neighbor rode past and bowed to him coldly. “ .Miserable fellow,” said the farmer, “I can’t bear the sight of him !” _ Another went by and the farmer turned his head so that no sign of recognition might pass between them. He knew this man to be in trouble, and he cared to have anything to do with men in difficulties; they were apt to want help or favors, and to hie offended when denied them. Then the voice of a child called to him from the road, “ Can’t I have some apples, Mr. Brill?” No, you can’t!” growled the farmer; set down the basket. And her grateful looks and tones sent to his heart • feeling of warmth and pleasure, purer, deeper than he had known for a long, long time. “Thee understands, now,” said his com panion, as they left the cottage, “what a true, sweet life thee may live if thee wilL God has given thee of His earthly bounties more than a hundred fold beyond thy own needs, and leisure to care for tby neighbors, and health in thy declining years. And yet thee is not happy. Why? Thee is still trying to live for thyself alone.’ 5 The words of the speaker died on Farmer Brill’sears; and at the same instaut another voice roused him to another presence. It was that of his wife: “How sound asleep you were, Andrew! I don’t like to have you sleep so heavily ii the daytime. It isn’t good.” a like this. She soon had a clothing ready for her husband, ana off he went again, on 'his - errand of mercy with a glee and warmth inhis bosom that sent a feeling of deligHt along every nerve. How cordial were al! the greetings he gave to passing neighbors! He forgot old grudges and coldness, ai$ drew up his horse more than once to have a chat with the individuals whom he had passed the day before with only an iiiilUriiUMisiil • He sat for over an hour with John Gardner, talking about,old tidies—both had grown up in the neighborhood—and learn ed many things he ought have learned before, that interested him deeply about the life of the poor man and that aroused his sympathies. ' f “ Don’t get down hear’cd,” were his last words at the dose of hi£,$Bi|P-“ We’tt FRANK 1IARRALSON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, CLEVELAND, GA. l!I ,cl ' or ln the counties of White, Union, Luin- Town*, an-1 Fanning, and tha Supreme Court at utn. W tU give special attention to all claims en- f rutedto hiawe. Ang. 111875—41—It E. SCHAEFER, COTTON D UYER, “Why, Andrew! What ails yon ? Wbat have you been dreaming about?” “Oh! it was a dream! Yes, I see.— Dreams are strange things.” And the farmer settled himself back in his chair and dropped his chin upon his bosom, not to sleep again, for he was very wide-awake now, but to ponder on what he had heard from the lips of the monitor, who had come to him in a vision. As his wife went back into i he house Far mer Brill heard the sound of a horse's feet in the load, and looking up saw one of his neighbors a little way off. It was now over five years since he had denied some trifling favor to this man, and there had been cold ness between them ever since. At sight of him the fanner had an uncomfortable feeling, and dropped his eyes, intending not to see him.—But this only made him feel the more uncomfortable. So, with a self-compelling effort, he rose from his seat, and, walking out through the gate that opened upon 'the road, met his neighbor, saying, in as cordial a tone as he could introduce into his voice: “Good morning, Mr. Holden.” “Good morning, Mr. Brill,” returned the’ neighbor, a little surprised at this unusual fritndliness. He drew up his horse, and leaning down took the farmer’s offered hand. “How is Mrs. Holden ?” “Well, thank you! And how is Mrs. Brill ?” “Hearty, for one of her years.” “And your own health ?” “Can’t complain. A little stiff with rheu matism sometimes; but I suppose I ought to be thankful that my limbs are not all twist* ed.outof shape like poor John Gardner’s. By tha way, how is Gardner?” “Very badly off,” replied the neighbor, with pity in his voice. “Has not been able to do a dav’s work these two months.” “Is that so? Poor fellow!” Farmer Brill dropped his eyes to the ground and stood thinking. And then the words hs heard in his dream began repeating them selves in his thoughts. “Ho gives to some His broad graidfields and fruitful orchards, that they may fill barns and store-houses and lay up food for the hungry and seed for the sower, that HU people die not for the lack of bread. God has given thee of His earthly bounties more than a hundred fold beyond thine own need, and I isurc to care for thy neighbors, and health in thy declining years. And yet thee is not happy, for thee is still trying to live for thyself alone.” How does he live?” asked the farmer, es from the ground and look- 1 off with you! I don’t believe in beggars." j raising his eyes from the grou The last seutence was spoken to him.-elf, ing up into his neighbor’s face, alt in excuse and halt in repentance for the “HU family would have suf Toccoa errr, ax. Caah l’rice paid for Cotlon. “ * — aud Hr***. jahip 1 Agent for Win oct24wti. E A. 1ULLIAMSON, PRACTICAL MATCHMAKER AND JEWELLER, I>r. Kin*‘. Dm* Storr, Broad Street, Atbena, Ga. .to*.™! “ * •“! i *rior manner-arid warranty to At All T * **ti«faction. A. A. WINN, '-Vith- HOOVEIl, STUBBS & CO., Cotton. Kactors, * —And— Gemral Commission Merchants, Sarannah, Ga. FTt* Ti«a, Rope and othar anppliea forniabed. learJn °“ h • dv »oee» made on conaignments for aipment to Liverpool or Northern girt*. UVERY AND iALE STABLE RuggU* and Ifortes for Hire. TERMS REASONABLE. [Sc^HITEHEAD, Washington, Wilke, Ce., Ga. MEDICAL NOIICE. 3ll JTi c tio e of Medicine .:*ir ’ . Jnee I will pay especial attention to tha die- U " lJ Children, and the Chronic Diaeaaea , WM. KING, M. D 11._ms-IS.ly. BLACK <L- GARDNER, iters and General Jobbers, r ff * rU>riT *wvieas to tha eitiaena of Athena r " i KoE2S! ,, /L* ,n,rt, 7- Locating taro doom raet of ““SafeL»3SjRi. J.Lwnpkta’a arch 8<L 1875—ly. halt selfishness aud ill uature he betrayed. Farmer Brill did not feel any more com fortably after this. The frightened look ot the child as he added a threatening gesture to his hard speech remained with him, and he could not shut it from his eyes, turn them which way ho would.—Nor did he see them less distinctly when he shut his eyes and hung his chin upon his breast. Just how long ho had remained in this attitude the farmer could not say, when a click from the latch on the gate caused him to look up, and he saw a little woman in plain attire ad vancing up the walk. She was a stranger, and yet there was something familiar about her. The freedom and plainness of speech with which she at once addessed him did not so much surprise as shame the farmer. “ It was not well of thee, friend Brill, to deny with harsh words the request ot a child. The trees are ladeu with fruit, and the ground is covered with tby unused abun dance. Thee might have given the child one little apple.” The woman stood with her calm, accusing eyes fixed on the lurmer’s face; they seemed to penetrate his soul and to read his very thoughts. o, it was not well of thee, friend Brill,” she repeated. “Ihate begging,” answered the former, rallying himself “ That was not common begging, and thee knows it,” replied the stranger. The child’s father should have had fruit on his own trees. But he was too idle to plant them, and now his children go beg ging of his neighbors.” “ That is not his children’s fault If the poor little ones are hungry for apples, and thee has more than thee can use, why shall thee not bo a better father in regard for them than he who is of their jwn fleab and blood ? Would thee not give thy own chil dren apples ?" y own children 1 That is another thing. I have taken care ot my own chil dren.” The earth is the Lord’s and the fulness thereof, and we are all his children,” answer ed the little woman. “ He gives in charge to some his bread fields and fruitful orchards that they may fill barns and store-houses, and lay up food for the hungry and seed for the sower, so that His people die not for lack of bread.—Does thee think that tby trees bear fruit and thy fields give their harvests tor thee alone ? If thee does, thee has not understood the ways of God with men.” The farmer did not reply. He was dumb in the presence of the stranger; dumb be cause ot sudden conviction and a new light breaking into his soul that bliuded and ■ wildered him. “Thee has thought and cared only for thyself and for thy own until now,” said his visitor, “but there is a truer and a better life before thee. Thee must grow breeder and more generous. Thee must become a giver, instead of onlya receiver of L hee must learn the meaning of that wise tying, * To give is to live.’ Will thee not go with me ?” And the little woman turned from the , Farmer Brill rising and following . PBYSI at tto~»nil viotoRr. ^ Star. 0 JB.T. Bramby * Co., -The former started tip with a bewildered —« * r - 'doctor drives out yonr old malady.” The grateful looks and’tones in which the man expressed his thankfulness lived with the former as pleasant memories long after ward. “ Thomas,” said Mr. Brill to his hired man, on returning home, u take a bushel basket out into the orchard and fill it with the largest and soundest apples that have fallen from the trees ” “Yes, sir; and what shall I do with them ?” “ Bring them here to me, and I will tell yon.” “ Here they are, sir,” said the hired man, ten minutes afterward. “ Very well; now carry them down to widow Sloan and give her my compliments, and say to her that if she wishes to pare and dry a lot for winter she can have as many as she wants.” Thomas opened his eyes a little wider than nsual, and with a “ thank’ec sir,” as if he were the one who had received a favor, swung the basket to bis shoulder and went off with a springy step, in marked contrast with his ordinary slow, heavy movements. The unexpected promptness and cheer fulness with which his hired man seconded this thoughtful kindness toward the widow, was another elementofsatisfaction. Thomas was apt to be a little cross at times, and especially when called upon for «ome un usual service; and Mr. Brill had looked for a cloudy face and a sullen manner when he gave the order. He gazed after the man as he went hurrying away, wondering at his changed demeanor. He was still sitting in the porch when Thomas returned. “Well, Thomas, and what did Mrs. Sloan say?” “ Oh, (dr, I can’t tell you how surprised and happy she was; and she told me to thank you a thousand times.” Will she pare and dry them for win ter?” “ Indeed and she will, sir; she sat right down and went to work While I was there, and says she’ll have ’em all out in the shed drying to-morrow morning. It was real kind and. thoughtful in you, sir; it’s such a pity to have things go to waste when so many would be glad to set them.” Master and man were busier than nsual in the summer and autumn days that fol lowed, and uot alone in gathering and stor- i’ g °f their abundance, but in gathering and dispensing as well. Nothing was per. mitted, • as in other years, to go to waste. The bushels and bushels of apples which had onco rotted under the trees; the over* supply of turnips and other root crops which had lain unused in cell-r or store house, were all distributed to the. poor, and there was plenty throughout the winter in many -in humble home where in former years pinching need had been felt. There was a heartiness about him never seen befb, w e : his old grudges- against some of his neighbors died out. He would stop men in the road for a pleasant chat whom for years he had passed with ajdistant nod. The former had found a new pleasure, the joy of which was pervading his whole be- ing, and its sunshine wanning qnd softening tbo cold, hard exterior of his life and making it attractive and beautiful And he never lost the glow of. this pleasure in all the years that, .were added to his life; and when- at las his work was done, and he lay in that deep* sleep which has no waking in time, there were hundreds to bless his name and to look their look on his peaceful face with eyes that ran over with tears. SOMEBODY’S HAND. Thara’a a aoft littla band. iriUi jut one or two ringi; . Ther»’a a down of dimplaa, and some other things; And tha handim fla white and aa pretty, 1 know, As the prints of the birds on tbs new alien enow. It Is soft, it is warm, and its preeanre is eweet, When, by chance or detigs, fingers happen to meet; And the lady who owns Uie pretty and free— Except in the promiae ahy has jtut mads to me. Tu s hand to be fondled, and petted, and killed, When encased in white kid. on society's Uat: ’’Hs a hand to beheld and loved with the net, When, the glevee thrown aside and Somebody’s at rest ’Tie n hand la adversity, sorrow or care. Whan the brain borne with fever, or chills in the air; ’Tia a bud to smooth wrinkles and banish the pain, When lights sre burned low ud Ufa’s breath’s on the Tia a hud for the death-bed, to take tha last pledge, When tbs grave yswna in waiting, with Death at iu With alStare unknown, and the hungriest tod la vraiting to hide all that’a not gone to God, , Tia a hud for tha bridal to give all the trust That a life baa bees given, aa some time it most— With the heart, and the life, ud the fiutn, ud the name, And all the fond tribnte its owner can claim. family would have suffered in many wavs and his children gone often hungry to lied if some of us had not looked after him.” “I had no idea it was so bad,” said the former. “Hungry children! I can’t stand that. I must go and see him.” “I wish you would. It’s a real case of charity.” “I’ll go right off,” said the farmer, turn ing away ana going back into the house. “I wonder what’s come over the old tnan I" So the neighbor mused as he rode away. “Hope he is not going to die. I always thought he had a tender place somewhere in his heart if one only knew how to find it. He was a right generous sort of a fellow when a young man, but he was thrift, and thrift seemed to hsiden him.” Half an hour afterward Farmer Brill drove off in his light wagon. There was a marvelous change in the expression of his fine old face. His eyes had a new lustra in them, and the kindlier temper of his blood was softening and warming all the hard lines that hsd compressed themselves about his mouth and cut down rigidly between his brows,there-isl-adder ami. deeper human sentiment. In his wagon was a bag of floaFj a 'fosOtsiiCfWitoe*, a sideof.bacon and twenty pounds of salt pork, besides corn- meal and apples. When Fanner Brill returned his heart was so light that it gave a new buoyancy to his body, and instead of moping about or sitting balf-stupidly in his arm chair, he went hustling in and out in a cheery way, and talked to his wife of this neighbor ana that with a kindly interest altogether new. It U more blessed to give, sometimes, than to receive,” said Mrs. Brill to her hus band. as he told her, with a new qualitv of pleasure in his voice, about his visit to Mr. Gardner and his foraily. “It may be always," he answered, to her surprise. “It must be,” be added after hesitating pause, “if our Saviour's words are true, for He puts in no qualifying sometimes.” The old man sat verr still, with a sober, in- looking expression on bis face. He knew best, Andrew; but very few of us live as if we thought He did.” The farmer’s sleep was not so sound that night as usual; thought was too bony. Not that he was troubled, for the pleasure that came with ministering to his stricken neigh bor had gone too deep and filled his heart too largely to leave room for trouble. He was thinking out of himself—a rare ex perience for Farmer Brill; thinking of some of his neighbors, and how be might serve them at little cost to bis hoarded substance. It was too early in the new road upon which he had really entered to count much cost against himself The former rose on the next morning feeling like a new man. The rest and com fort of mind which had oome as the reward of lrindnese to John Gardner still remained. Good-will to others is rarely satisfied with a single service. It was so in this The family of his sick and helpless neighbor had other needs than that of mod. He had seen the halfdad children and the wife’s worn and soantv clothing, and the picture him Thee mast bring a basket of apples with thee,” said the woman, pausing at the gate. The farmer filled a great bosket and took it on his arm. “ It is so kind of you, air 1” said the weary- looking woman iu whose poor little home M remained with “Can’t yon send Mrs. Gardner an old dress or two F” said Mr. Brill to his wife, as they sat at the brrakfost table. u i~ needs them badly. If you’ll make u; bundle of things for her and the children I’ll hitch up and take them over. You’ll know what they want.” Sensible Words about Advertising. The following is from the financial article of the New Orleans Picayune: The people who sit nervously in counting houses, or hind their goods, waiting for customers to take them by storm, end make no efforts to let the world know the bargains they have to offer, will find the season very unpro- pitious. Many of those who have spent laige sums in hiring drummers and paying for other well-known appliances of trade, have effected large sales, but . swallowed up too large a share of the receipts in such enor mous attendant expenses. The best remu neration has been found by those who have returned to more legitiinate, old-fashioned methods of pushing their business. We say it not simply because we are interested in this line of expenditure, but aa our best ad vice to all who wish to be enterprising and to secure a larger custom, there is nothing now so effective to this end as judicious ad vertising. A little advertisement may be like a gentle touch of the whip to poor Dob- Inn’s horse, “a mercy thrown away;” but a liberal outlay is almost certain to bring in a large return, and this will last cveu beyond the current season. We do not believe that any one who has valuable sendee or desira ble property to offer, can foil of. reaping a rich harvest by continuous advertising on a large scale. . An Interesting Relic.—The old bell in the steeple of the Collegiate Dutch Church, Fifth avenue and Forty-eighth street, was cast at Amsterdam, 1731, and presented by Col Abraham Da Peyster to the Old Middle Dutch Church — afterward the Post Office. During the Revolutionary War it was con cealed from the sacrilege of the British sol diers—who used the church as a riding- old position, and took Its partrin the joy of our secured independence. Its tongue is, perhaps, the .only, one in- the city of those whieh once • rung with tbe patriotism of 1776 drat has not been silenced by time. It is significant that in these days of mutation, both political and moral, it has not changed its tene.—Na» York Oiuener. - STATEJfEWS. Forsyth has a dramatic club. Louisville has a dramatic club. Savannah has horse-racing this week. Dahlonega supplies the Legislature with cabbage. The Griffin New* thinks that we will have a bad fruit year. The two Dalton papers arc slinging ink all over each other. The Young Mens’ Christian Association, of Rome, is in a flourishing condition. The Macon Telegraph thinks that Moody’s choir should not rehearse for a revival. Hon. Carltou B. Cole, late Judge of Su- perior Court, Macon circuit, died last week. W. A. Brinson, of Louisville, Ga., raises hiftown meat. Tbe Tbe Radicals think that Ben Hill ought not to be at large. He has already mortally' wounded Bully Bottom Blaine. And thists HARDER TIMES LOSING. Heroic Self-Denial, Retrenchment anil En durauce Indispensable. One of our bank presidents, a sagacious, cultivated gentleman, and withal possessed of much practical wisdom and the highest integrity, considers the immense loss of meat in Georgia, resulting from the extraordina ry warm spell, which continued for many weeks through the very heart of the hyper borean season, as one of the greate-t calami ties that ever befel the State. It daunts the rising energies of the people; dashes fond hopes and proud anticipations of indepen dence from the galling yoke of the West; necessitates new sacrifices and terrible suffer ing, and brings the former once more face to face with the direful consequences of subjuga tion and emancipation. In the present tottering condition of the finances, when resumption is insisted upon by Congressional enactment, and there is neither bullion or coin for the redemption of two billions of paper\ unless the alchemist can transmute base metals into gold, and create something out of nothing, credit must expire. And even if the capitalist were willing to take the chances of a reaction in trade, there still remains ti*e sable pall of tbe homestead and bankrupt laws, which have rang the death knell to all confidence between man and man, and reduced to hard pan every commercial transaction. He ce, the luckless farmer who owns a few acres and oue or two mules only, sup-: plemented by bis own honest heart and brawn and muscle, must pine and languish for deliverance from the misfortunes ot a bad season, without being able to obtain pecunia ry assistance, forsooth, because a Radical, mongrel State Convention decreed that nine teen-twentieths of the people should retain in perpettio their entire property, no matter under what circumstances, and in.defiance of the most sacred obligation. Merchants and banks, too, nevertheless, have confined to advance, and, despite the apparent large profits and usurious interest charged for their owu protection against fraudulent creditors (the honest, alas, being forced to assume the risk of the unreliable), have steadily grown poorer and poorer, and not a few have succumbed, and are now penniless. One of tbe most opulent and ex tensive merchants and private bankers in Southwest Georgia told the writer, recently, that “he had not made a dollar in three years,” and nearly all he was worth was credited out, while every day homestead and bankrupt notices came pouring in, and the law was made the cloak for ignoring all bene factions and obligations. No wonder, then, that the poor and un fortunate, who have lost their meat and made short crops, have a tear of sorrow and tribu lation before them.* These laws, and treachery <.f patrons, have paralyzed tho hands of the bankers and capitalists, and now there is no more hope of relief from these sources. What, then, are tbe only partial remedies ? First—Retrenchment, in its severest sense. Discard fine dottiing and superfluous luxu ries ; renounce whisky and tobacco; give up traveling, and stay at home; discharge house-servants, and do your own work—it will make you happy and independent; don’t attempt that you are unable to accom plish. In other words, be manly and honest, and curtail, at any and every sacrifice ot feeling aud comfort, your expenses within your income. To do otherwise, is to plant thorns in your ewn pillow, and hasten the day of exposure, poverty and shame. Then, secondly.—Renounce the insane hope of paying, your debts and growiog rich by planting cotton. It is a delusion and fallacy. The cost of producing that staple is now within a fraction of its market value. It will bring you to want if persisted iu, and prove an ignis fatuus, ever shining and alluring, but vague and deceptive. Better far plant potatoes, rice, sugar cane, wheat, oats and other cereals, and turn your attention to fruit, wine culture aad stock raising. There is no discount on these productions, fur, after bestowing comfort and abundance at home, the surplus will always be in demand by tbe multitude of consumers all over the world. But just here let every former pause, and resolve himself into a com mittee of one to petition and urge upon the General Assembly the propriety and necessity of enacting a dog law and calling a Con vention to repair the errors of our present Constitution. Property mutt be protected and theft punished at the whipping post, if we . ever hope to relieve our jails of the crowd ot contented prisonerswho draw ra tions out of the public crib, andiuspira re spect for the laws. Third, aud lastly—Reduce tbe size of your farms, and cultivate every acre possible with theaidof tbe family, renting out the re mainder only to those who have tbe means of sustaining themselves during the working season, or sowing it down in oats. Such prudential action, united with industry and economy, will do muck to retrieve the sit uation, and restore prosperity to tbe country. This advice has been given time and again in tbe columns of tbe Idegraph, but it can not be repeated too often, and should be stereotyped and graven upon tbe souls of every citizen and farmer. Retrenchment; honesty, less ontton, diversity of crops; these Ait* tho Ulisszumic words told mean peace, happiness and independence.—Telegraph and , Poor folks should remember the money they spend for three' loaves of bread would buy some deserving man a glass of whisky. George P. Willis, of Franklin county, baa been duly installed as Assistant Door- Mrr Drill wits not the woman say aei keep** oi tbe House of Representatives. Forsyth requires all dogs to be badged. Tax, #1. Sawyer makes the dust fly, when he whacks off the following in the Rome Courier: The Northern Radical press is furious over Mr. Hill’s speeeh. We eamtot see, however, to what they object. None of them attempt to controvert his facts. But, perhaps, this is what’s tbe matter with miss mi ii OUR DAILY BREAD. A b«mr boy stood at ■ rich man’s door;— “Ism bonsoleas, and Lomtless, and bint, and poor," Said tha baegar boy, aa a tear-drop rolled Down bis tbm cheek, blanched with want and cold. “ Oh, giro me a emit from yonr board lodxr, To help the beggar boy on hia war I” Not a crust nor a crumb,” the rich man laid; Be off, and work for your daily bread.” The rich man went to tha pariah ohnrch; Hie &ce grew (rare as he reached the porch; And the thronging poor, the untaught maes, Drew back to let the rioa man pan. The service began—the choral hymn Areas and awmlled through the tong eialee dim: Then the rich man knelt, and the words ha said NVera, “Git* ts this day onr dally bread.” HARRIS* ISMS. Atlanta is about to get npa corner in pea- nnti In that nass wsi imiJssjyjyjjknijijj Young wheat, in Newton county, is looking remarkably fine, and the Covi gton Star twinkles with joy thereat. Benjamin Parks, Esq., of Dahlonega, has bonanzod. The vein was small, but the ore was great. So says the Signal. Hon Thomas Crymes, of Franklin county, believes that the prohibition whisky bill, of Carnesville and vicinity, is unwise and im politic. We understand that a petition is going around among the citizens of Floyd county to exempt Bill Arp’s “stump tail” dog from taxa ion. The musement of colored men in Sa vannah, during the cold weather, is to wallop their wives. Savannah negroes are a most cussed set of beings. A colored matron, of Savannah, the mother of five children, learning that her dusky lord contemplated a second marriage, hauled him up before a magistrate and had the holy bonds riveted anew. VICTOR HUGO On the Immortality of the Soul. [Extracts from Paris Correspondence N. Y. Tribune.] We were dining yesterday at Victor Hu go’s. Four of us were believers and four atheists—not speaking of the ladies, who were all too clever to be infidels. Victor Hugo, of course, was among the believers. “ To believe in God is to believe nothing,” said oue of the atheists. “ To believe in God is to believe every thing,” cried Victor Hugo; “it is to believe in the infinite, and in one’s immortal soul. I will prove it to you.” His face was bright with a heavenly halo. You know he was born with the century. His face is crowned with white hair, but it is the volcano under the snow. His eyes shine like burning coals; his brow is arched like an Olympiads; the nose is refined, with distended nostrils; the mouth eager and smiling, still full of valiant teeth ; the chin finishes a profile designed after the laws of artistic grammar. It is a well made head on a robust body. By robust I do not mean enormous. He has n6t the stature ot a giant nor the torso of a Hercules. But he is a man of steel, with no sign of old age about him. He has all the agility, the suppleness, the ease and grace of his past years. He is now enjoying his third or foulh youth; I do not doubt he will see the century through. “ 1 feel in myself,” he continued, “ the future lite. I am like a forest which has been more than once cut down. The new shoots are stronger andjlivelier than ever. I am rising, I know, to tbe sky. The sun shine is on my head. Tbe earth gives me its generous sap, but heaven lights me with the reflection of unknown worlds. You say the soul is nothing but the resultant of bodi ly powers. Why then is my soul the more luminous than my bodily powers? Winter is on my head and eternal spring is in my heart There 1 breathe at this hour the fragrance of the jilacs, the violets and the ruses, as at twenty years. The nearer I ap proach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet sim ple. It is a fairy tale and it is history. For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose and verse; history, phi losophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire ode and song—I have tried all. But I feel I have not said the thousandth part of what is in me. When I go down to the grave, I can say, like so many others, ‘I have fin ished my day’s work,’ but I cannot say * I have finished my life.’ My day’s work will begin again the next morning. Tbe tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight to open with the dawn. I improve every hour, because I love this world as my fatherlaid, and because the tri'th compels me as it compelled Voltaire, that human divinity. My work is only a beginning. My monument is hardly above its foundations. I would be glad to see it mounting and mounting forever. The thrist tor the infinite Droves infinity. What do you say of that, Messieurs Atheists ?” “ I say you are a wonderful man.” “ I am not a wonderful man. I obey my soul. My soul has its destiny, and obeys unknown laws.” “ It obeys the laws of creation, said the atheist.” “ If you should suddenly have a headache, night would come over your soul, and you would feel that it was the creature of your brain. Here, for instance, is the coffee. Take some, as I do, in this pretty Japanese cup, and your blood will be quicken ed, and your wit livelier, and for an hour you will be a greater .poet than ever.” “ Don’t talk such nonsense, my witty friend. I never drink coffee nor champagne. Why do not those who take these stimulants write either my verse or my prose?” “ It is because nature has not so well fash ioned their brains.” “There I have you,”said Victor Hugo. “What is nature?” “ It is an occult force,” said the atheist. “Thereare no occult forces; there are only luminous forces. Occult force is chaos, the luminous force is God. Man is an infin itely little copy of God; this is glory enough for man. lams man,an invisible atom, a drop in tbe ocean, a grain of sand on the shore. Little as I am, I feel the Godin me, because I can also bring form out of my chaos. I make books which are creations. I can say this without boasting, for I have no more pride than a coral insect in its reef; no more than the smallest bird which joins in the universal hymn. I am nothing. Here liae Victor Hugo—an atom, a pasting echo, a flying cloud, a wave which laps the shore. I am nothing, but let me live all my future lives; let me continue my work begun;- let me scale in coming a ee all the heights, all the perils, all the love, ail the agonies.—- Who will say that one day, alter ‘ only a beginning. A Macon man who refused to cut his mother-in-law some dogwood snuff-brushes is now on his way to Texas. Texas always was a sort of refuge for criminals. More than three hundred bills have al ready been introduced in tbe House of Rep resentatives of the Georgia Legislature. This is a splendid showing for the Peagreen element. Mrs. Frances Cowart, of Dawson county, aged thirty-three, already the mother of thirteen children, gave birth the other day to triplets. The fate of the unhappy father is unknown. The Hon. Potiphar Peagreen and his friends are doing all they can to change tbe Code and county lines. There is scarcely a section in the Code or a county in tbe State that they have not assaulted. The Hoe. Potiphar Peagreen, we are glad to learn, has arrived safely in Atlanta. Hia b iggage coulists of a hairy trunk full of local b 11s, and £ patent nut-cracker. This noble man is as eloquent as ever, and will endeavor ti have the Legislature emphasize the usury law by passing it again. The Hon. Potiphar Peagreen thinks it would be economical to abolish the State Board of Health, the Agricultural and the Geological Bureaus. And yet the Hon. Potty thinks nothing of devoting hundreds of thousands of dollars to senseless changes in the Code and changes of county lines. The Hon. Potty is a patriot in full bloom. The Hon. Potty Peagreen is still tamper ing with the Code, although there is not a section therein contained that he has not changed twice during the past few years. The Hon. Potty is also opposed to county lines as they now stand. The only thing that surprises us is that the Hon. Potty doesn’t introduce a preamble and resolution to change the lines between South Carolina and the Savannah river. All this is fun for the tax-payers. The Atlanta Herald accuses the Hon. Poti phar Peagreen, of Tugaloo, of introducing a bill to reduce the salary of members of tho Legislature. This is nonsense. The only economy the Hon. Potty is in favor of is that which includes the abolishment ef the State Board of Health and the Agricultural and Geological Bureaus. The Hon. Potty, even with his present wages as a legislator, is barely able to pay for his toddy and his goobers. Aad yet the Hon. Potty is an ornament to society and a credit to his race. HERALO-ICS. J . Dry salt relieves coughing. German boys dare not whistle in the streets. The season is so warm in Milwaukee that they are picking their second crop of pret zels. The blue daisy is described as being one of the commonest of spring flowers in dif ferent parts of Morocco. The Chicago Inter- Ocean Mephistopheles twits an Omaha man with wearing a chan delier on his shirt bosom. “ Every man’s life is as a fairy tale and written by God’s finger,” was a favorite saying of Hans Andersen. Everywhere in Italy, snails arc eaten; at Rome, badgers are reckoned a delicacy, and at Nice, foxes arc exposed for sale in the’market. The tallest of the snowy Himalayan peaks may, above the clouds, be seen tipped* with the vermilion of sunrise, while the plains still lie dark in night. California proposes a law requiring bank ing corporations to keep posted, in a con spicuous place, the names of their stock holders and the number of shares held by them. A Passaic father wants to know “ what will keep a respectable, bat poor young man, from hang ng round the front of the house?” Tell bun the girl is sitting on the back fence. Nothing, in the dead of winter, will ex asperate a sporting editor so much as to ask him what is the best bait for catfish at night, when it is really the season for steal ing cord-wood. A keen relish for excitement, if only re strained by a strong will and directed by a clear judgment, seems, says an English critic, to be perfectly compatible with a resolve to seek the greatest amount of happiness attainable. Max Muller says: “Let no one be frightened at the idea of studying a Chinese grammar. Those who can take an interest in the secret springs of tho mind, in the d- ements of pure reason, in the laws o£ thought, will find a Chinese grammar most instructive, most fascinating.” The funny man of the Rochester Demo crat frequently, when at a party, wanders dreamily to a window, gracefully lifts aside the purple curtain, and while he sighs and looks at the stars; the maidens whisper, “He is thinking out a piece of wit,” and that gives him time to chew up a couple ot cloves. On h cold, dark winter nighty when a young married man is taking in the clothes, with frozen fingers and a month full of clothespins,•. nothing gives him a greater feeling of despair than to-hear his wife open the back window and say, “Joseph, you may bring yours in, bat I guess yon an hang mine back.” Prof Haeckel, writing of German war civilization, says: “The stronger, health ier. and more spirited a youth is, the greater is Ms prospect of bring killed by needle ~— cannons and other similar instruments of ascents, 1 shall not, like all men of good of civilisation. < The more useless, weaker will, have conquered a place in the supreme' or infirwer the youth is, the greater is his council of that adorable tyrant, whose name is prospect of escaping the recruiting officer OoJ V* I and al

Georgia Historic Newspapers

The Athens weekly Georgian. (Athens, Ga.) 1875-1877, February 01, 1876, Image 1