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CALIFORNIA.
Letter from Mrs. Branch.
[From the Christian Advocate.]
My Dear Friend : I have heard
that men of great minds are loth to re
tract ; hut as I am only a woman, with a
loving heart, I will not blush to recall an
expression in my last letter. In refer
ring to dear old Georgia, I forgot that
the great honest-sized State did not in
clude Florida and a part of Alabama ; or
in other words, did not hold cul our loved
ones in its wide embrace. Please forgive
me, ye who breathe the sweet-sented
orange blooms, on both sides of the Chat
tahooche, in the land of flowers ; ye,
with whom we walked years ago on is
lands in the Gulf. Not one of you who
ever gave the “ cup of cold water” to our
itinerant lips is forgotten. I meant you
all when J said “in dear old Georgia.”
I must not forget that, like Seherezade
of old, I promised you something better
in tliis letter, than in the last. When I
think how difficut it is to satisfy raised
expectations, I tremble—but to your len
ience 1 appeal. Only feel in reading
that it is a friend who writes, and you
will not he critical.
Ob! bright was the morning and joyous the
day
When ai rayed for the mountains we hasted
away.
There were ten in our party. Two pret
ty girls lately from Mississippi, joined
our own family of eight—so that made
up the impromptu pic-nic party. As
Bishop Kavanaugh was to fill the Sata
Rosa pulpit on the morrow, the pastor
had a free day before him, and thus we
choose Saturday for the long talked of
trip.
It wgs a few minutes work to lock up
our domicil, and start out two by two.
We were to have the joy of a ramble on
foot—for I do not agree with the Bishop
who walked only when he could not ride.
I ride only when I cannot walk. Charlie
started off with the satchel containing
our lunch swinging very gaily over his
shoulder, but it was destined to change
hands very often during the day. We
reached the banks of a creek which flows
along the suburbs of Santa Rosa. How
merrily its waters rolled along over the"
rocky bed of the stream. The banks
were very high, and we paused a moment
to look up, as we were going so soon to
enjoy the look down from those beauti
ful mountains. How near they seemed !
It was almost incredible that they were
four miles away. This air is so clear
and transparent that it brings things afar
oft’ very near to the eye. I never walk
out here without being impressed with
amazement by this fact, and I long for
our friends “ at home” to look and won
der too. The soft green grass that cov
ers them, looked like a velvet dress grace
fully wrapped about these mountain
queens by the hand of the Creator. How
bleak and bare they would be without
their emorald robes—how rich and em
press-like they sat in state, in those gar
ments woven by Divine fingers! The
grass looked fresh and spring-like, but
the ice sparkled in pools by the roadside,
and the air was frosty. As the sun
kissed us, we felt such genial warmth in
his beams, no one thought of being cold.
On both sides of the long lane of two
miles, were here and there pretty dwell
ings, all new and white, and built on the
fertile ground of the small “ ranches,” or
Farms. At the turning of this lane we
saw two men pounding some post into
the ground. <l There’s a house going
up,” cried Charley ; “ they’ll have it
half done when we come back. That’s
the way Californians build.” We did
see something astonishing on our way
home. Another lane brought us to the
first ascent, where we started merrily up.
A rill of delicious water soon made mu
sic for our ears and nectar for our thirsty
lips, as it flowed down the slope. We
found them all along the mountain side.
Carrie was our Hebe. I could but mark
with what unconscious grace she dipped
the cup into the cold depths of the stream
and bore it back and forth with gladness.
It took me back in visions of childish
days, and perhaps some whose eyes may
fall upon these lines may recall a scene
like this in which
Another once the goblet bore,
And laughingly tilled it o’er and o’er,
A s site will never-never more,
The Hebe of the Fount.
How easy was it to climb even that
steep assent, in that delicious air, with
the delight of looking back, in our pau
ses for breath, on the lovely valley as it
grew into greater beauty each moment.
We came very soon upon rocks thickly
scattered about, looking just as if they
were -placed there to make seats for the
wayfarers. What a delicious glow came
stealing over us! No one can imagine
what a pleasant sensation it is in this
climate to get warm. I have often stood
upon the piazza in the cool evening
breeze, in order to get cool enough to
run to the fire and enjoy the genial
warmth. Mr. Branch says it is the ozone
in the air here, that penetrates the blood.
I can no more explain it than I could
the “ dummy” of San Francisco, but I
know it is one of the charms of the Cali
fornia climate.
All at once Lee cried cut, “Oh ! see,
so many little white caffeys!” “Ha,
ha!” laughed the boys, who spied out
the numberless sheep Lee mistook for
calves. How they multiplied to our vis
ion as we neared them, and how they
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scampered away before us, jingling bells
and bleating so loudly we could scarce
ly hear each other speak. White sheep
dotting the green slopes by thousands,
added many a charm to the beauty of
the landscape. I thought of “ the cattle
upon a thousand hills.” The boys
asked where was the shepherd. After
the farmer builds a sheepfold—which
consists only of a rock fence—l imagine
the sheep need no sheapherd. Who
covers the mountain sides with fresh
grass to feed them ? Who makes the
rills to flow so abundantly with sweet
water for them to drink? It is the Great
Shepherd. “ Thou openest thine hand
and satisfiest the desire of every living
thing.”
All at once I exclaimed, “I am too
hungry to climb any more.” That set
tled the hour for our dinner, which we
ate under the shade of a great old oak.
Princes might have envied our feast.
No rich viands came forth at the call for
luncheon, but how keen and sweet a rel
ish had our climbing and mountain air
given our appetites! I would climb every
day to enjoy a meal like this. How we
disdained such useless luxuries as table
and chairs—with the grey rocks round us
and the green carpet beneath ! we had a
merry meal, aiul arose strengthened for
the last “ tug of war,” which would car
ry us to the summit of the range, 1,600
feet above Santa Rosa valley. We found
this climbing a breath exhausting enter
prize, aod needed all our strength for it.
Poor litte Lee did not know what was
the matter, but clung to me, and seeing
me panting for breath, said in piteous
tones, “ Tell papa I’m all warm up.” He
was rewarded by being perched for a
time upon papa’s shoulder, and had
soon forgotten that he was ever “ warm.”
After clinbing over that rocky fence, we
were done all climbing, and there we
were. I stepped exultantly upon the
highest of the thousands of rocks scatter
ed over the earth and took one long—
long and glad feasting of vision, over the
scene, around, above, about, and below.
Oh! it was exquisite! Again I am voice
less ; for who can describe such wealth of
beauty? All of the poetry in my nature
was stirred—and there was a deeper vein
of feeling thrilling underneath the Mas
ter’s divine touch. There were the val
leys so rich in varied charms; the grand
back-ground of silent, unchanging
mountains; the neighboring towns and
cities lying nestled here and there—it
made a grand whole; yet whose hand
formed the picture ? I felt the mighty pres
ence of the great Unseen, who lives and
moves, and pictures of loveliness such
as this spring into being! We drink in
the beauty, and our silent hearts give
praise! How tame are words, when I
tell yon that we saw the town-of Dono
hue twenty-five miles off; that we
cought glimpses of the Pacific ocean,
through mountain passes; that the
streams running through the green fields
looked like silver threads winding across
the valley; that we saw the train coming
along, with its white clouds of smoke, and
distinguished its several boxes, though it
was eight miles off; that we saw the
steamers coming in at Donohue bringing
the mail from San Francisco; that we
could have seen “Frisco” itself, had
there been no fog. Pshaw! it sounds so
tame, I do not wonder that you cry out,
Is that all ?” I will not try any longer
to tell you why I said up there, “ I am
glad to have come all the way to Califor
nia.” But you do not wish me to leave
our innocent party upon the mountain
tops ! Down we came after a few hours
rest —right down the sides of the rocky
canon. We had skirted the steeps going
up—now we selected them for our com
ing down. It was a glorious frolic—
tumbling over rocks, scrambling, swing
ing from boughs of trees, shouting and
laughing, until our cheeks glowed and
our blood tingled. Some of the little
ones rolled over and over—it was much
easier to get down that way. Mr. Branch
and the boys amused themselves tum
bling down the largest rocks they could
loosen. They went thundering down,
gaining speed as they went, until they
leaped through the glades like wild
beasts. How the solitudes echoed with the
unsual sounds! More than one frighten
ed rabbit sprang from his nest, and sped
away, to the great amusement of the chil
dren. The little social robins flew above
us, and I was shocked to see how eager
the boys were to reach them by a pistol
shot. It seems so cruel to kill them
the happy little creatures! We passed
over the rocks, and came to the grassy
sides of the canon —then, like horses tir
ed of holding back, we “ ran away” down
—down—down to the bottom of the deep
canon. What laughing the girls had at
their dignified pastor and his wife.
“ Just look at Mrs. Branch,” cried Allie,
our sweet young Mississippian, “ I
thought we would have to carry her
home—and there she is as fresh as any of
us.” I am sure those girls would not
have exchanged this day’s enjoyment for
all the parties ever invented. We came
upon a little lake in the quiet of the can
on’s depths. It was sport for the boys to
ripple the placid waters by throwing
skipping-shots with buckeye balls upon
its surface. And there we sat upon
stones to rest; and how romantic it was
—“just like a story,” as Orsy said.
Again we took up the line of march
—this time with stalls like pilgrims, to
help us hold back. As I was the honor
ed one of the party, I carried a gold
headed cane, which is not altogether
without fane. Some of the hats were
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, MARCH 17, 1876.
adorned with leaves and flowers of the
fragrant California laurel. Some had
fringes of a white moss, akin to our
Southern grey moss, twined among their
locks; and you could hear from all pock
ets the cracking of rare little rocks.
With the lengthening shadows and the
sunset glow, came a subdued spirit over
our gay crowd. The golden glory crown
ed the valley at our feet, and lingered
about the white spires of Santa Rosa
long after we were down in the twilight
shadows. It was quick work to reach
the lane. The boys did not do so much
useless scampering as they did in the
forenoon. Their energies were so well
nigh spent that they could scarcely
arouse a loud laugh when we passed the
“ house” well nigh raised. Frank look
ed the image of a little old pedlar, as he
trudged along with the lunch basket
swung upon a stick carried over his
shoulder. Our laughing at his appear
ance did not move him from the even
tenor of his way.
“Had an awful long walk, sir?” said
a foot traveller. “ No, sir ; a very pleas
ant one.” We are not tired, only subdu
ed. Carrie whispered to me, “ I believe
these people out here don’t have any very
—it’s always awful.” Well, I think lit
tle Lee was “awful” glad to see the walls
of our house loom hi sight, for he said,
“ Houses are mighty good things.”
My letter is too long already, but I
must add one word, to say there are two
sides of the question—ls this the land of
Beulah ? I tremble when I see that some
families, whose destinies are dear to me,
have been induced by our enthusiasm to
take steps to come here. With a glad
heart I say come—and in mp next I will
tell them why some people go away from
California. To those who are coming in
the hope of finding a perfect land, I will
say you will no where find it this side the
Great River. C. B.
The Prison Ship Jersey.
Terrible as was the condition of the
American troops confined in the military
prisons of New York during the Revolu
tionary war, the sufferings of those im
prisoned on the hulks were infinitely
more horrible. A writer in Scribner's
Monthly says that early in the war a
number of unseaworthy ships were
moored in the Wall about and used for
the incarceration of American captives.
The most notorious of these hulks Was
the “ Jersey,” whose evil repute has
never been matched except by the Black
Hole of Calcutta. Originaliy a sixty
four gun ship, the “ Jersey” was dis
mantled in 1776, and in 1780 she was
sent to the Wallabout for the reception
of the prisoners. With a refinement of
cruelty her gaurds was composed of bru
tal Hessian soldiers. Frequently a
thousand Continental soldiers were con
fined on board, and there they sickened,
sunk, and died by scores. At night the
hatches were battened down, and the
smothering prisoners slept in serried
ranks, careless whether they woke again
or not, and made concious of each day’s
return by the shout of their jailer:
“ Rebels, turn out your dead !”
History tells only in part the story of
those sufferers, but some of the inci
dents are most pitiful. Two young men,
brothers, were confined in the “ Jersey.”
The elder took the fever and became de
lirious. On the night of his death he
came to his senses, spoke of his mother
and begged for a little water. His
brother prayed the guard on his knees
for a cup of water, and then offered him
a guinea for a bit of candle, that he
might see his brother die. Both re
quests were refused. The survivor
closed his brother’s eyes in the dark, and
then recorded his vow; “If it please
God that I regain my liberty, I’ll be a
most bitter enemy.” Liberty came, he
rejoined the army, and when the war
ended he had eight large, and one hun
dred and twenty-seven small notches on
Ills rifle stock. His brother was aveng
ed.
Errors in Printing.
The London Times says: Probably
one of the worst businesses under the
sun is that of a printer. His every deed
seeks the light of day. Those of the
lawyer lie in dark boxes and between
musty shelves ; the doctor places his in
different handiwork in the grave ; the
tradesman has but his customer to please
and satisfy when his work is ended , but
the printer, every ignoramus spells over
the work of the printer.
Fellows who would find it impossible
to put twenty letters together grammati
cally will point out with glee a fault in
his work—indeed, it is usually this class
of individuals who make it a point of
finding out every little discrepancy.
Did the public know the thousands of
different characters, different lettters and
atoms comprised in a printers every day
life—did they they but know the variety
of altogether foreign subjects he has to
set up, read, correct and revise day after
day—they would wonder how he kept
out of the lunatic asylum. But practice
makes perfect and constant friction has
rubbed off all the rough edges from the
character of the man of letters—nothing
takes effect upon him—he can view errors
of the most frightful description with
calmness. After all, what is an error,
grammatically or otherwise ? Simply
so many atoms out of place, that’s all,
and quite enough—but not enough to
upset the equanimity of the printer.
Your Babies not my Babies.
Some thirty-five years ago, there resi
ded iu the town of Hebron, a certain
Dr. TANARUS., who became very enamored of a
beautiful young lady in the same town.
In course of time they were engaged to
be married. The Dr. was a strong and
decided Presbyterian, and his lady love
as strong and decided a Babtist. They
were sitting together one evening, talk
ing over their nuptials, when the doctor
remarked :
“ I am thinking of two events which
I shall number among the happiest of
my life,”
“ And what may they be doctor ?”
asked the lady.
“ One is the hour when I shall call you
my wife for the first time.”
“And the other, if you please?”
“ It is when we shall present our first
born for baptism.”
“ What, sprinkled ?”
“ Yes, my dear, sprinkled.”
“ Never shall a child of mine be
sprinkled.”
“ Every child of mine shall be
sprinkled.”
“ They shall be, eh ?”
“ Yes, my love.”
“ Well, sir, I can tell you, then, that
your babies won’t be my babies. So,
good-night, sir.”
The lady left the room and the doctor
left the house.
The sequel to this true story was that
the doctor never married, and the lady
is an old maid.
The Rectors Call.
[From the St. John’s Chronicle.]
“ Good morning Mrs. Minty!” ob
served the Rector, as the door opened to
his knock.
The door seemed to have a surly way
with it, and opened scarcely wide enough
to let the Rector in, although Mrs. Minty
invited him to enter, and brushing some
invisible dust from a chair with her
apron, asked him to sit down.
The Rector saw at a glance that Mrs.
Minty was not pleased, but he could not
surmise what was the matter. He had
accidently heard that day of the sickness
of her daughter, and at the first opportu
nity had called to see the young girl.
Not seeming to notice the mother’s man
ner, he said : “ I hear that Miss Maria
is sick.”
“Yes! and she might ha’died for all
she’s seen of you!” replied Mrs. Minty
with an energy that almost shook the
good Rector out of his seat. The Rector
was a meek man, and overlooking the
readiness of her reply, he asked :
“ How long has she been sick !”
“ Two weeks, and over,” said the moth
er.
“ Have you had a physician ?” asked
the Rector.
“ Had a physician ! What a question !
Why the girl has been almost dead ! I
wonder you got here before she was dead!
Had a physician !” These last words
Mrs. Minty fairly ground out between
her teeth, with ill-suppressed scorn.
It now became evident that Mrs. Minty
on each day of her daughter’s sickness,
and the Rectors delay in calling, had ad
ded to her wrath, and it had now reached
a degree of intensity that suggested stra
tegy or fight. The Rector resolved to
try the former first.
“Ah! you have had a physician?”
he observed. “ How did he happen to
call?”
“ How did he happen to call ?” Well
did any one ever hear such a question as
that ?”
“ Perhaps someone told him Miss
Maria was sick; or, perhaps he was pass
ing and dropped in, interjected the Rec
tor.”
“Do you suppose I’d let my own
daughter lie sick in the house and not
send for the doctor!” fairly screeched
Mrs. Minty.
“ O, you sent for him !” said the Rec
tor.
“ Do you think he’d coifte if we didn’t
send for him ? How’d he know Maria
was sick ?” replied the mother looking at
the Rector as though she pitied his stu
pidity.
“ Do you always send for the physician
when you want him ?” asked the Rector
with provoking mildness.
“ Well, I declare I” exclaimed Mrs.
Minty. “ What do you ask such a ques
tion as that for ?”
“ I did not know,” said the Rector,
“ but that as you expected the Clergy
man to find out as best he could that
your daughter was sick, without sending
for him, you might do the same with the
physician.”
Something had gradually been draw
ing upon Mrs. Minty’s mind, which the
last words of the Rector, tittered with
inimitable good nature, resolved into a
full intellectual surmise. Her severe
face relaxed into a broad smile, “O, I
see ! I see ?” she exclaimed; “ I thought
them was mighty queer questions. Well
I guess I had ought to ha’ sent for you
too, seeing as how I sent for the Doctor.”
And you didn’t know Maria was sick ?
“ No,” observed the Rector. “If I
had I should certainly have called before
this. I accidentally heard of her illness
this morning for the first time/’
“ Well, really, I hope you’ll excuse
me ! Step this way, Maria’s iii the back
room ; she’ll be all sorts of #ad to see
you !”
Bootblacks are bound to sbjm& im the
highest circles of Ciqiftty*
The Acceptance of the Resignation.
The President’s acceptance of Mr.
Belknap’s resignation is an act worse
than the offense of the Secretary. To
screen him from the consequences of this
arbitrary interference between Congress
and the guilty official Gen. Grant’s
friends claim that he was not aware of
the extent of the Secretaay’s offenses
when he accepted the resignation. But
this defense will not do. The President
had been informed of the scandals of the
War Department, and besides this the
very fact that Mr. Belknap resigned was
revelation enough. President Grant
had no excuse under these circumstances
for accepting the resignation instantane
ously and with “ great regret,” but was
bound by official dignity and duty to
consult with the Cabinet and await the
action of Congress.
The reason why we consider the act of
the President worse than the offense of
the Secretary are these :
First—The President has endeavored
officially to protect a criminal who con
fessed to him his crime. It matters not
how far that crime was confessed or how
“ confused or incoherent” was the man
ner of the offender. The President knew
there was. guilt.
Second—The President has endeavored
to prevent Congress from vindicating the
honor of the Republic. The disgrace
which Mr. Belknap inflicted upon the
country required thJtt Congress should
instantly purge the Government by his
impeachment and conviction. This was
necessary to the honor of the country",
and this the President has forbidden.
The articles of impeachment adopted by
the House, it is feared, will fall like
spent bullets. The President has par
doned Mr. Belknap before the Senate
could try him.
Third—The President crowns by this
act of interference a long series of acts of
protection to officials who were snspected
or accused or convicted of crime. The
list need not be repeated now, but the
final act casts a retroactive shadow over
a record already dark and doubtful
enough.
lourth—General Grant has by this act
placed the Executive in a suspicious atti
tude in the sight of the world. What
the world may think of Ulysses S. Grant
may not be important, but in the opinion
that other nations may hold of the Presi
dent of the United States the people have
certainly an interest. The President
disgraces the people when he uses his
authority to protect criminals, and puts
a veto upon their punishment. The fel
ony of the Secretary of War was bad
enough, but the act by which the Presi
dent removed him from the hands of
Congress, and tried to baffle impeach
ment and prevent the nation from vindi
cating its honor, constitutes a moral of
fence which the law may not be able to
punish, but which the people, who made
the laws, will not forgive.
A Deserted Village,
A wall six feet high has been built
around the top of the central shaft at the
Hoosac tunnel. A few feet below the
surface, the shaft is boarded over, with
the exception of an opening through
which a wooden pipe, perhaps two or
three feet square, extends above the wall
for the ventilation of the tunnel. The
little village formerly known as the
“Central Shaft” is deserted, and the
great murderous hole remains alone,
gloomy and dark; and while from its aw
ful depth, over a thousand feet below the
mountain surface, the smoky air of the
tunnel comes creeping up in its power
ful draught, one can almost imagine the
hoarse roaring of the wooden pipe, heard
a long distance in the quiet of the lonely
mountain top, to be a remorseful groan
ing over the terrible deeds and scenes
that haunt the dreary desolation.
Miss Carey, the disreputable lowa girl
who was tarred and feathered by women,
has recovered $450 damages.
Law is an expensive luxury in Brook
lyn. Mr. Beecher states that the expen
ses of the late trial on his side amounted
to SIIB,OOO.
One of our lady readers propounds the
following conundrum: Why is The Reg
ister like a Havana cigar ? Because, she
says, it is good to-back-ber. No bo
quets, if you please.
The wish has been expressed that the
portrait of Hon. H. Hamlin might be
put upon a one-cent postage stamp.
Then the righteously indignant people
might punch his head every time they
sent off a newspaper by mail.
A Buffalo man dreamed that he wa3
going over the falls, and he had his wife
by the throat when he woke up. Next
night she had a dream, and broke his
nose as she struck at an Indian.
-suayd ajouj si araq? „ Tuqi Suiius 3q£
ure in giving than receiving” ra suppos
ed to refer chiefly to kieks, medicine and
advice.
“What do they always put D. C. after
Washington for T’ asked Mrs. Quilp of
Mr. Q. "Why, my dear, don’t you
know that Washington was the Daddy of
his Country?” Said Quilp, with a snick
er.
An eighteen month old negro in Ten
nessee got into a fight with a rooster the
other day and was spurred to death by
ths ggrae chicken.-
VOL. II—NO. 23.
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Organic Matter 33.128
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Inorganic Matter 59.510
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Consisting of Sol. Phos. Acid 4.916
Precip. “ “ 3.550
Or Bone Phos. of Lime, ren’d 501ub1e...10.732
“ precipitated 7.750
Total available Phos. Acid 18.482
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testimony of experts who have exam
ined it thoroughly side by side
with other first-class Machines, and have
unanimously given it the preference. It has
taken PREMIUMS over all other Machines
exhibited at the Fairs in Athens, Griffin, the
State Fair at Macon., and the Alabama Fair
at Selma. At these Fairs all the First-Class
Machines worked in the South were on exhi
bition and in competition.
These FACTS should convince evervbodv
that the Remington IS THE BEST MA
CHINE.
Don’t buy until you have seen tills Machine.
L. SCHEVENELL & CO.,
novl2-lm Gen’l Agents, Athens, Ga.
F. P. TALMADGE,
DEALER IN
American and Imported Watches, Clocks,
JEWELRY ; SILVER AND PLATED WARE, MUSICAL
INSTRUMENTS, GUNS, PISTOLS, Etc,
Watches, Clocks and Jewelry repaired in a neat, workmanlike manner, and
warranted to give entire satisfaction.
Ornamental and Plain LETTER ENGRAVING a Specialty.
fj—jf College Avenue, gSS£P-Rkl H c°o'V E H R E ATHENS, GA.
Great Reduction
IN PRICES!
ON AND AFTER OCTOBER FIRST, WE
shall offer to our customers Goods in our
line at much LOWER figures than heretofore.
To enable us to do this we will adopt strictlv
THE CASH SYSTEM !
We are now receiving a large and full assort
ment of Goods, bought at LOW PRICES,
which we invite all to call and examine.
CHILDS, NICKERSON & CO.,
Athens, Ga., Sept. 11, 1875. sepl7-tf
W. A. TALMADGE,
DEALERS IX
WATCHES, CLOCKS ADD JEWELRY,
SILVER AND PLATED WARE,
Musical Instruments, Cutlery,
CAKES, GUNS AND PISTOLS.
A'-Su. Watches, Clocks, Jewelry, Guns and
Pistols REPAIRED in the best raanner and
warranted. General ENGRAVING done
with dispatch. Sole agents tor J. MOSES’
ELECTRO GALVANIC!
SPECTACLES!
College Avenue, Opposite Post f >ffice,
apr3o-tf ATHENS, GA.
POPE BARROW^
ATTORNEY IT Li,
ATHENS, r " - GEORGIA,
THE OGLETHORPE ECHO
SUBSCRIPTION.
ONE YEAR 83.00
SIX MONTHS 1.00
THREE MONTHS 50
CLUB RATES.
FIVE COPIES or less than 10, each... 1.75
TEN COPIES or more, each 1.50
•Terms—Cash in advance. Nopaper sent
until money received.
All papers Mopped at expiration of time,
unless renewed.
AUGUSTA ADVERTISEMENTS.
NEW
CARPETS
SHADES, ETC.,
—AT—
Very Low Prices f
In order to reduce stock
we offer the following de
sirable goods at New
York quotations for 60
days :
New Patterns Brussels Carpets,
Just opened.
SEW WINDOW SHADES,
All sizes, from $1 upwards.
NEW CIIROHOS.
200 New Chomos just opened.
( 808 CLOTHS,
All sizes, i t’cost to close otlt lot.
COCOA MATTINGS,
Striped and plain.
NEW 3-PLY CAB PETS,
From $1.25 to $1.50 per yard.
Wall Papers anti Borders, Pa*
per Shades and Side Eights,
5,000 rolls new patterns opened this week;
Hearth Bugs and Door Mats,
New, pretty and cheap.
Ottomans and Ilassoelts,
500 at $1 each.
New Ingrain Carpets,
From 50c. per yard up to the best Scotch.
Genuine English Floor Oil Clotlt
24 feet'wide, cut any size.
Table Oil Cloth and Covers*'
In all colors and widths.
Cheap Carpets,
20 rolls at 25 to 40c. a yard;
Oil Cloth, Rugs anil Mats, .
Of all sizes.
FLOOR OIL CLOTH,
From 3 to 18 feet wide, pretty and cheap;
Stair Carpets, Stair Rods and Pads,
Stair OH Cloth and Stair Linen;
Lure Curtains, Ixice, Lambraquins,
Wwdoiv Cornices and Bands,
French Terras, Reps and Damasks ;
Picture Cords, Loops and Nutts,
Piano Covers and Table Covers;
Fringes and Gimps, all colors.
Curtain Loops and Table Mats, - .
Drapery and Im mb ruga in Tmsfls, and,
many other goods both useful and 71 csi table,
for sale cheaper than ever before, by
JAS.G.BAILIE&BBO,
205 Broad Street, Augusta;' ’
fcblß-3in L
240 BROAD STREET AUGUSTA, GA.
Orifiinal Augusta Basic Stare
Established 1848 by GEO. A. OATES,
WHERE CAN BE FOUND AT ALL TIMES A FINE
assortment of First-class Piano Fortes and Organs
all with the maker’s names attached (no fancy names used),
and warranted for any reasonable length of time, Tor Touch,
Tone and long standing in Tune, and will be sold at reasona
ble prices for Cash, or part Cash and balance in Monthly In
stallments. He can refer to hundreds to whom ho has sold.
All kinds of Music and Musical Merchandise always On hand,
such as Violins, Guitars, Flutes, Acoordeons, etc. 'jp&r- He is
agent. for Steinway & Son’s and Bacon & Karr’s (formerly Ba
cottAJUvea) Celebrated PIANOS.. oetlO-tf
GEORGE A. OATES
HEALER IN
SCHOOL AND MISCELLANEOUS
BOOKS.
AND STATIONERY, and everything elsti
kept in a first-class Book Store.
SCHOOLS supplied at reasonable prices.
ByLANK BOOKS in great variety.
GILDING, LOOKING-GLASS
PICTUBiE FRAMES f
Patronize Home Industry,
rpilE ONLY GILDING ESTABLISH-
X MENT in the State where Gold Frames
cart he made from the fcegirfniiig, and all
kinds of old gilt frames can be regilt and,
made equal to new. AH work warranted as,
good and as chesrp for the same kind as in.
any city in {he United States. OLD PAINT
INGS restored and relieved. A large stock,
of CHIiOMOS always on hand. .Send on.
your work and satisfaction guaranteed. Look-.
ing-Glas.y.s, both French aml English, fur
nished at Mantrfaetnrer’s _ ,
£*s~ Refers to the Editor of OGLETHORPE
Ecuo.
GEORGE C. OATES,
seplo-tf 240 Broad st., Augusta, Ga.
V. Richards & Bro.-
—AND — . .
L. RICHARDS & BRO./
Proprietors of the Fredericksburg Dry Good
Store, 310 Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA.
Also, at their BRANCH HOUSE,
next door to J. G. Bailie A Bro’s
Carpet Store, keep at all
times a large assortm’t of
DRY GOODS?
And upon application will send SAMPLES
of any G<xxls that can be sampled, and if
an order is sent them to the amount
of $lO or over for goods in their
Retail Department, they will
pay the Express Freight
on the package.
feMS-3 GIVE THEM A TRIAL"