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MANDEVILLE.
A MUSTEK V OF CALIFORNIA.
BT JOHN CLKKKK.
From Ballou’s Monthly Magazine.]
Mv partners and I had worked dil
ligently, and with tolerable success,
through the winter of 1849-’SO and the
following spring, in the diggings of
Coyoteville, mid having accumulated
an aggregate capital of nearly twenty
thousand dollars, we decided to invest
it in a mercantile business, which
should bo managed by two of us who
had had some experience in that line,
while the other two wero to conduct
Ur mining operations, which, though
' upon the iurgest scale, were yot
ive enough to warrant the ern
t.. C' yui of several hands, when we
could get them ; for the diggings in
those days appeared to be almost un
limited in extent and richness, and
men could only be induced to work
for a few days or weeks at a time,
when they desired to make a stake to
enable them to mine on their own ac-
count.
It chanced that I was selected to go
to San Francisco and purchase a stock;;
and as stapes had not then been plac
ed upon the route, I procured a mule
on which to make the trip to Sacra
mento, whence I was to proceed by
steamboat to the Golden city.
I bad the good fortune to get a
stout hardy beast, and a good travel
ler of its kind, and, though the gold
dust in my saddle-bags, added to my
own weight was a rather heavy load
for a mule, I made fair progress over
the rough mountain trail leading to
tho City of the Plain. Wagon roads
wero at that time unkuowu and al
most unthought of in tho foothills of
the Sierras. Tho first part of the way
was lonely, for the trail wound among
the hills away from ruining camps and
ranchos ; but tho day was fine, and
the air was redolent of perfume from
tho many-colored plume-like chemisal
blooms, and the picturesque land
scape, clothed in tho verdue of early
summer, was decorated with a profu
sion of gorgeous flowers, such us in
less favored climes can only be reared
by the most tender and assiduous care,
but which here testified to the bounty
of nature by a rare luxurianco of
growth ; and tun «inspired by
tho3e plcasiuH odors and sights wore
suffici-** 6 companionship for me.
But I was not to make the entire
journey alone. As my mule toiled up
a long and steep ascent, I heard be
hind me tho tread of quick hoofs, and
turninu ' n ni y saw appronch
iug at a rapid paco a powerful and
spirited jet black horse, bearing, ap
parently without effort, one of tho
handsomest men I had ever seen. He
was of medium size, slender and sin
ewy ; with clear olive complexion,
tinged on either cheek with the ruddy
richness of exuberant health and
youth ; largo deep brown eyes, glossy
black hair, that rippled iu graceful
waves almost to his shoulders, and
classical features, the regularity of
which was relieved by a natty mous
tache and imperial.
Ho was clad iu a costume much f
fected by gamblers and fy oA tQ . e i l . lu
California 1 » h’gh
. -oM.-ied, felt hat, an
overshirt of fino brown cloth, richly
braided and embroidered, and orna
mental Nvifcf
ical gut 4f display to the best ad
front, s< au immaculate bosom and
vauti|f snoW y linen, with faultless
co)cio and handsome specimen pin.
Sash of crimson silk encircled his
.vaist, from which depended a Colt’s
revolver of the navy pattern, and a
kuife of formidable proportions. Dark
pantaloons, tho tower extremities of
which were encased iu leather leg
gings, completed so much of his garb
as was visible. The covering of nis
feet, with the exception of a pair of
enormous spurs, was hidden by the
r immense ttppederos, which are usually
attached to Mexican stirrups.
While I wondered who and what
my fellow traveller might be, and
whether ho would deign to give me
his company for a part of the way, he
came up beside me, and, slightly check
ing his horse, saluted me in a clear
ringing voice and hearty manner.
“Good-day, Mr. Brentford. You
have chosen an excellent time for your
trip to the Bay. lam going there,
too, aud we may, perhaps, find each
other agreeable company.”
I was not a little startled on hear
ing one whom I had certainly never
seen or heard of before, call me by
name, and mention so accurately my
destination. I looked sharply at him
before answering ; but the expression
of his face was so frank and agreeable
that my half-formed suspicions subsi
ded, as I replied :
“ Good-day, sir. You have the ad
vantage of me. If we have ever met
before, I cannot recollect it.’’
“ We have not met before ; that is,
you have never seen me, although I
have seen you, and—l don’t mean to
Hatter you—l rather like you.”
“ Thank you. But how do you
know I am going to San Francisco.’’
“ Easily enough ; that was not much
of a secret. I could give you, now, a
complete inventory of the contents of
your saddle-bags, even to the pretty
specimens you have packed so care
fully to send as a present to Lizzie
Dunbar, but which you will never
send to her.’’
I was dumfounded. How had this
man obtained such intimate knowledge
of my private affairs ? How did he
know of my relations with Lizzie Dun
bar, and of the presents I designed i
sending her ? Above all, how could he
assert with such calm assurance that I
p°uld never send those presents?
meant to rob me! I
datfif t at ta ira fixedl y. to see if I could
firm f IU coan tenance any indica-
Impose. But- he mot
' P ssh Buch an expression of
rankneffl and good-nature that I was
ashamed of my suspicions, while I
was awed by a sense of inferiority to
this strange and apparently omuiseieut ‘
being, whom I wished to question, |
but dared not.
“ You wonder,” said be, after a j
brief silence, “ how I know these j
things. I cannot reveal to you my j
sources of information, which extend j
to even more profound depths than
you have yet conceived or imagined.
You would ask why you will not send I
to Lizzie Dunbar the specimens you i
intend for her. It is because you will j
change your mind. You will be j
wrong in doing so, but you will do it j
in spite of any warning I can give j
you.”
“ Pshaw !” said I, with an ineredu- {
lous smile, though feeling rather ill at!
ease. “ I need no warning, and I shall
falsify your prediction, though you
seem to be gifted with the [lower of
prophecy. May I ask your name ?’’,
“ They call me Mundeville,’’ said he.
Then he gracefully turned the con
versation into auother channel, and
astonished me with a strange and
wonderful account of California iu the
remote past, ages before its soil had
been trodden by European feet, or
the Brethren of the Society of Jesus,
who first planted the cross upon its
shores, had an organized existence
“ Centuries ago,” said he, “ this re
gion, from the river now called the
Columbia to the peninsula of Lower
California, was inhabited by a race
differing widely frem the present oc
cupants of the soil, whether they were
Americans, Europeans, Asiatics, na
tives of Spanish descent or Indians ;
a race brave and beautiful, amiable
aud peaceful, wealthy and hospitable,
learned in many occult sciences,
though without letters, and possessing
a certain degree of civilization and
barbaric refinement. The earth yield
ed them its fruits in abundance ; the
mild and equable climate rendered
clothing almost superfluous, and their
chief occupations were music, dancing
and love. The season of gayety was
not confined to any particular time,
but extended throughout the year.
“ Bodily sickness, care and grief
wero almost unknown among this
people, aud death resulted only from
: old age or accident. They were con
tented, bocause their simple wants
were bountifully provided for ; happy,
because they had never heard of sin ;
yet their lives were useless, for the
reason that they had no aspirations
above or beyond the condition in
which they had continued for many
generations. Like the primal man in
the garden of Eden before be tasted
of the fruit of the tree of knowledge,
they were contented, and as indolent
and sensual as he would have become
with no occupation graver than love’s
gay dalliance.
“ But a fearful change came over
this latter paradise. The earth was
rent with terrible convulsions ; from
hundreds of peaks and fissures lurid
flames short forth accompanied by
stones, and ashes, and streams of lava.
Mountains sank to the level of the
plain, and valleys rose to the height
of mountains. The rivers were turned
from their accustomed channels ; old
fountains failed and new ones sprang
up ; tho air was filled with sulphurous
fumes and poisonous vapors, through
which tho sun looked down redly, as
in wrath, upon tho affrighted people.
A largo proportion of the inhabitants
wore dostr<'y«d hy th« «i-irH><ui»-k®-'- °i
died of terror ; vegetation withered,
and tho horrors of famine wore added
to those of Nature iu her awful throes.
“ While the convulsions lasted, the
people, weakened by idleness aud ex
cess of pleasure, abandoned themsel
ves to liulpleaa and Aoopair ;
after their cessation, those who sur
vived, hastily quitted a region which
now presented only a scene of ruin
and desolation, and journeyed south
ward. Stern necessity developed their
latent powers, and brought their
knowledge into practical use.
“ Although hut a small number sur
vived the perils and hardships of mi
gration* these few, by reason of the
whib" oßß ° f - their skins, and beauty
G s their features, tho dignity and
, gracefulness of their bearing, and their
superior wisdom, were hailed as gods
by the tribes among whom they came,
and accepted as rulers. They reared the
city of the Montezumas, and surround
ed it with the triumphs and delights
of art, which, centuries later, excited
.^_ e _ cu Pi d js
built the cities of Central America,
whose ruins astonish travellers and
puzzle archmologists ; and their de
scendants, as Incas of Peru, were
robbed and murdered by the cruel
and rapacious Spaniards. The race
is supposed to be extinct, but its
blood Hows to-day in the veins of
living men.
“ Generations passed away, and
this land, partially restored to beauty
and fruitage, was occupied by another
people who crossed the mountains
from the eastward, and whose degrad
ed descendants are now known as
*’ diggers.” They either did not know
of the golden treasures which Nature,
in her mighty upheaval, had so nearly
unearthed, or they cared not to seek
them.
“ The Jesuits, who founded missions
in the country, suspected the existence
of gold in the earth ; b*t they dwelt
near the coast, and were occupied
with their work of converting the na
tives so that they had neither time nor
opportunity, even if they had inclina
tion t to search for it.
“ The Spaniards, who from time to
time settled in the country, had only
a vague idea of its mineral wealth, and
did not possess the skill to find it.
'* The great discovery was reserved
for Americans, whose good fortune is
only equalled by their energy, and
rare faculty of adapting means to
ends. Their success has been remark
able ; but their best triumphs are yet
to come.
“ Before many years the placers will
be so nearly exhausted that but few
persons can find remunerative employ
ment in them; and agriculture, or
other pursuits, which may meantime
spring up, will require the services of
but a small number of those who must
labor in some way for subsistence.
The American genius will be equal to
the emergency. Tracing gold to its
source, it will discover large veins of
auriferous quartz, from which, im
proving upon the processes used in
other parts of the world, it will extract
the coveted metal quickly and cheap
ly. In defiance of scientific dogmas,
it will find deposits of the precious
metals where mineralogists have de
j dared none could exist, and in com
binations before seemed impossible.
Its successful researches will extend
over a vast space of county to the
northward, southward and eastward,
and its example will stimulate discov
ery in remote regions. Its faults are
rashness, impatience and wastefulness.
In its eagerness to achieve grand re
sults with lightning-like rapidity, it
plunges headlong into ruinous enter-
CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 4, IST£.
prises, despises objects apparently
trivial but really of great importance,
and indulges in lavish and needless
expenditures. These errors will long
prevail before they are corrected by
experience and necessity. Until they
are corrected, the mineral wealth of
the country will be realized only at an
enormous cost.”
I listened to this strange discourse,
concerning chiefly the unknown past
and the unknown future, with interest
and wonder. While I was cogitating
some appropriate remark, Mundeville,
suddenly checking his horse, in a low
tone asked me to ride forward. As I
did t o I heard a peculiar sharp click,
which caused me to look quickly
around, when I saw that he had drawa
and cocked his revolver. Instantly
the thought flashed into my mind that
he intended to murder and rob me
there—the spot, a narrow vale, filled
with scattered trees and a dense Un
dergrowth, appearing well suited for
the commission of such a deed.
(TO BZ CONTINCXD NEXT WXFK.)
A HISTORICAL SKETCH.
Tke two Marriages of Price Lamballe.
BY ESSIE B. CHEESBOKOCGH.
When Louis de Bourbon, Prince
Lamballe, stood up to be married to
the young and beautiful Made-mois
elle de Savoie de Caregnan, the wed
ding guests wondered why he looked
so pallid and unhappy.
The chapel of the Hotel de Lou
bouse was brilliantly lit; the fra
grant flowers and glowing drapery
gave rich beauty to the scene ; the
bride was the picture of lovely girl
hood, with her radiant complexion
and luxuriant hair, falling around
her shoulders in golden waves of
beauty. Everything seemed light,
and loveliness, and joy, save the
pale and miserable bridgeroom him
self.
It was no marvel that the bride
felt dismayed as she surveyed the
gloomy aspect of her betrothed, and
wondered if he could possibly be the
eager lover who had flown to Paris,
disguised as a page, to meet her, so
desirous was he to see his bride
elect. Would that she had learned
the secrets of his heart as easily as
she had penetrated his disguise 1
One sorrow, at least, would have
been spared her—the sorrow of find
ing that she had given her love for
indifference, her living heart for a
dead one.
As Louis de Bourbon stood at the
altar beside his bride, memory car
ried him back to the day when he
secretly married the beautiful Gene
sieve Gallcot, whose father was a
varter on one of the farms of the
young prince’s father.
The dark shadows of the past fell
gloomily upon his heart. He saw
not the brilliant scene by which he
was surrounded. He only saw the
dead face of his wife—that devoted
girl who preferred death to life with
out him.
Louis de Bourbon knew that he
had much for which to blame him
self. He had wedded one so far
beneath him in rank that he felt
compelled to keep his marriage a
secret from his family. He placed
his bride near enough his father’s
chateau to visit her when opportuni
ty offered. There she lived, in the
deepest doing under the
do Saint Poor.
Her husband’s duties calling him
frequently to Paris, the young wife
was thus left to solitude and sorrow.
On one of these occasions, the
prince was taken ill, and his loving
wife entreated to be allowed to visit
Uim Fearing a discovery of his
marriage, ho wrote her a peremtory
letter, ordering her to remain where
she was. This harsh missive, togeth
er with a report that he was about
to wed a princess of the royal fami
ly, so wrought upon her sensitive
heart that she swallowed poison,
thus ending her life and her mis
ery.
When the fatal news reached the
prince, he became desperately ill*
for he loved the young girl, who, for
his sake, had consented to a secret
union, and submitted, with such
loving patience, to the isolation it
entailed. He was conscious that lie
had blasted her life, and, by his
harshness, caused her early death.
When he recovered from his ill
ness, the pale face of his dead wife
acculcu ever nauninu 6 ..mn US
mournful beauty, and the shadows
that Death threw on his heart, Love
had no power to chase away.
Two years) after this event, he
married the lovely Mademoiselle de
Savoie de Caregnan. whose death
was even moro tragic than that of
Genevieve.
In those terrible days, when the
guillotine was doing its bloody work
in France, and the streets of Paris
were deluged with human gore, the
Princess Lamballe was sacrificed to
the fury of a mob. Clinging with
devotion to her royal mistress,
Marie Antoinette, she excited the
ire of the populace, and was arrested
and thrown into prison. Dragged
from thence, sick and suffering, she
was set upon by brutal men, and
beat to death. Her head was cut
off, and, affixed to a pole, borne
through the streets, while her body
was dragged about by a rope, after
having been subjected to the most
frightful indignities.
Thus perished the two beautiful
wives of Louis de Bourbon, uncle of
Louis Phillippe, King of the French
—one dying by her own hand, the
other going down beneath that sea
of blood which, rushing over unfor
tunate France, engulfed royalty and
plebeian alike in its crimson waves.
GOV. SCOTT LY TROUBLE.
Steps have been taken iu the South
Carolina Legislature to impeach Gov
ernor Scott, the prince of carpet bag
gers. A dispatch from Columbia, da
ted the 18th, says :
In the House of Representatives tho
report of C. C. Bowen, from the Inves
tigating Committee, was read. The
report arraigns Governor Scott and
other State officials for alleged fraud
ulent over issue of State bonds, and
hotly discussed for four hours.
The Speaker ruled that a two-thirds
vote was required to adopt the report
as the sense of the House, because the
adoption of its final recommendation
would be the first step towards im
peachment.
The decision was overruled, and the
report was adopted as the sense of the
House.
At six o’clock Bowen introduced a ,
resolution that R. K. Scott, Governor
of the State of South Carolina, be im
peachod for high crimes and misde
meanors. Bowen also introduced a
similar resolution impeaching State
Treasurer Parker. The resolutions
were laid over under rule. There was
a large attendance in the Capitol, and
great excitement.
1 LITTLE WOftl).
BT BLOSSOM. J
Miss Bloomingdale, at the first view, I.
has no appearance of being a particu- i
larly malicious woman. She does not ;
backbite her neighbors, or set afloat
any scandal concerning them. The |
only objection that can be urged
against her—and it is a serious one—
is the way in which she uses the little
word but.
Miss Roseville is mentioned as being
lovely as a fresh moss-rose, exquisite
ly shaded in pink. Muss Blooming
dale assents, “ but, ” she adds, “ what
a pity it is that her nose is turned up
a little. ” Could she not have spared
Miss Roseville this stab on her nose
with her stiletto?
Mr. Worthington is spoken of as a
man of unbounded liberality. Miss
Bloomingdale thinks he is, “ but, what
a pity it is that he is possessed of a
devil, in the shape of a violent tem
per. ” Could she not have allowed us
to give Mr. Worthington credit for bis
liberality, without shading the beauti
ful picture by reminding us of the de
mon of which he is possessed ?
Young Mandeville is alluded to as
an instance of a devoted son to an ag
ed mother. “Well, yes,” Miss Bloom
ingdale thinks, “ he is a good sou ; but
what a pity it is that he sometimes
goes on a frolic. ” It is a pity—a sad
pity, undoubtedly ; but need we talk
about it ? He loves his mother, and
he devotes himself to her ; he is full
of noble, manly impulses, and, if he
does sometimes go astray, should we
not rather pity him, and pray for him,
than needlessly expose his frailties?
Let us throw the mantle of silence
aud charity over his faults, thinking
only of the good he does, and striving
to forget the evil.
When the grandchildren of that
wonderful virago, Sarah, Duchess of
Marlborough, offended her, she drew
a brush, dipped iu black paint, over
their pictures, thus completely obscur
ing their beauty. Now, this is pre
cisely what Miss Bloomingdale does,
though she is more culpable than the
stormy duchess was, for those she
blackens have not even offended her.
She would be very much astonished
if you told her that she-was a malig
nant woman, with a heart that knew
not the sweet iufluence of gentle char
ity. She would indignantly respond
that she never invented any evil tales
about her neighbors, and that all she
said of them was true. This may be
correct ; but yet she is a very malig
nant woman, for she delights in de
preciating others. She is willing to
admit that they have their good_qual
ities, but while admitting this, she is
also pointing out their bad.
When you leave the presence of
Miss Bloomingdale, it is with the wish
that none of the company will say one
word in your praise—call attention to
your brilliant complexion, for fear that
she may bring to view the slight east
in your eye ; or praise your amiable
disposition, for she may offset it with
your lamentable laziness.
There is a tender, loving charity,
that delights in hiding faults, and not
in exposing them ; that sees only the
sunny side of humanity, looking away
from where the shadows lie ; that is
glad to honor what is good, and does
not burden its memory with what is
not. A charity of which Burns wrote,
when he said :
“ Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman. ”
A charity, alas 1 which Miss Rjfeom
iugdale neither understands nor re
spects, or she would not
ready that depreciating little word
but.
FROM A CORXF*.
BY CORNELIA
A few days I was in company
with four lories and their children,
and misgave me more than
once, as I listened to the conversation
between them.
Topics of dress were foremost, and
if it were possible to foster vanity in
a child’s heart, I am sure the work
was begun that day. Fault-finding
with their husbands followed those
innocent children, their hearts as yet
uncorrupted by the world, were taught
by their own mothers to despise the
hands that fed them !
I knew their husbands to be honest
upright men, who would shrink from,
the thought of being in debt , who
lnved their wives aud children, art I
would deny tLomooivos many comfo’ ts
to gratify the chance desires of those
who were dear to them ; and yet
those women sat there for a full 1 our,
debating how they could manag > to
get—one anew dress, one a rare jew
el, long coveted, and another an ad
dition to her costly table-service, with
out letting their husbands know of ii!
And I wondered if they ever remem
bered that their children were sitting
as pupils at their feet, and that they
would have to answer some day for
the measures of their influence 1 I
wondered if they ever chanced to re
member that the acorn of to-day
holds in its slender circumference the
oak of a few years hence !
It seems to me that too many
mothers, nowadays, forget to be so
licitous about the future of their chil
dren. They take thought for food
and raiment ; they cater to all the
requirements of fashionable society,
but they have no knowledge of the
tender aspirations of the Psalmist,
that “ Our sons may be as plants
grown up in their youth ; our daugh
ters as corner-stones, polished after
the similitude of a palace.”
If mothers would be pure them
selves, their children would oftener
walk in virtue’s ways. The fault lies
at our own doora
The Precious Little Plant.
Two little girls, Bridget and Wal
burga, went to a neighboring town,
each carrying on her head a basket
of fruit to sell for money enough to
buy the family dinner. Bridget
fretted all the way, but Walburga
only joked and laughed. At last
Bridget got out of all patience, and
said, “How can you go on laughing
so ? Your basket is as heavy as
mine, and you are not a bit strong
er. I don’t understand it.”
“Oh” said Walburga, “it is easy
enough to understand. I have a
little plant that I put on the top of
my load and it makes it so light I
hardly feel it.
“Indeed,” said Bridget, “it must
be a very precious little plant 1 I
wish I could lighten my load with
it. Where does it grow ? Tell me.
What do you call it?”
“It grows,” replied Walburga,
“wherever you plant it and give it a
chance to take root. Its name is
Patience.”
Hon. T. M. Norwood Seated. —On
the 19th inst. the Hon. Thomas M.
Norwood was seated in the United
States Senate, as Senator from
Georgia.
GIKLS.
BY HORACE HASLit.
Artemus Ward never said a wiser
thing than this : “ I like little girls,
but I like big girls just as well.” These
laughing, happy creatures —the sad,
the grave, the gay—all have their sep
arate and peculiar charm for the
children of men. From the school
girl of fourteen to the more mature
damsel, we love them all; and it is
wise that we do so. The world would ;
be a desert without them ,- and I have
no patience with the man who can
willfully say that he has never been
entangled in the meshes of sunny
hair, or felt his heart thrill at a look
from a pair of laughing eyes. In the
first place, when he makes a state
ment of that kind, he will find it dif
ficult to make believers in it. Men,
from Adam’s time, have been mould
ed by the influence of the “ weaker
sex.”
Weak ! Samson, the strongest
man of all, lost his strength in the
lap of a woman. And so it ia with
all. We lowe them for their many
graces, for their musical voices, for
the beauty God has given them, and
because they are weaker than we are,
and appeal to us for protection. The
touch of a delicate hand, the mellow
tones of a girl’s voice, * the tender
glance of beautiful eyes—all these
have their power. Man’s inherent
chivalry teaches him that these are
given him for his good, to restrain
his wilder impulses, aDd to make him
better, purer, nobler. They furnish to
the young man an incentive to labor,
and point out to him the better path
which his feet ought to tread. They
enchain the wildest and most untam
able of our race, and teach them to
take delight in the purer social pleas
ures. Many a man who has gone
astray has been reclaimed by his love
for one of these dear creatures, and
has lived a noble life thereafter for
her sake. We say, “ God bless ’em,
every one!’’
MY ADVICE TO A LOYEB.
BY HBNRY HARTLHY.
“ My young friend James, you come
to me with a mournful face, and an
nounce that the world is a blank to
you, and the waters of~eorrow have
rolled over your soul. Very poetic,
but lacking sense, which shows me
that you are very much in love. What
has Angelina been doing? She is go
ing to the ‘ Knights Templar’ ball,
Tom, and you know she will dance
with half a hundred fellows, and for
get all about you. You did not in
tend to go yourself, and she delights
in dancing. Now, a word in your ear,
James. I have lived in this world
somewhat longer than you, and have
supposed myself to be ia love—say fif
ty limes. I have studied the female
character under difficulties, but I un
derstand something of it. A girl, no
matter who she may be, delights at
times in giving uneasiness to a lover.
They generally do it to find out if he
really cares for them ; and, if he takes
it too easy, they conclude that they
are wasting time, and don’t try again.
The more easily a man is made jeal
ous, the better they like it.
My advice is contained in few
words : Go to this ball, and regulate
your conduct by hers. If she shows
you her card full of engagements, de
part immediately and fill yours. Get
pretty girla into corners, and talk to
them industriously. Tell the young
lady that you are glad to see that she
is enjoying herself, and that you in
tend to do the same, and by no means
allow her to see that she is making
you uneasy. But, if you want to
bring down trouble on you head, go
there and sulk ; stand round in cor
ners and glare at her as she dances,
and refuse to take a part; snap at her
when she comes near you, and refuse
to go into supper. You will thus suc
ceed in making yourself ridiculous, go
home hungry and cross, make the
evening as disagreeable to others as to
yourself, and satisfy her, beyond a
doubt, that she has you completely in
her power.
“ By the first course you retain your
independence, by the other you be
cojme her abject slave, to whom she
will show no mercy. You have both
courses before you, and for your own
good, choose the first; but be careful
not to overdo it. Girls are sharp as
needles, and if you carry my ideas to
excess, she will penetrateyour disguise,
and make your life a burden.”
Exit James comforted.
N. B. He went to the ball, under
took to carry out my plan, was de
tected, and now undergoes grinding
torments at the hands of his enslaver.
Moral : We are born to trouble.
THE JOSH BILLINGS PAPERS.
ODDS AND ENDS.
The hardest thing that enny man
kan do iz tew fall down on the ice
when it iz wet, and get up and praze
the Lord.
All the good injuas die young.
There is a great menny folks in this
world who are like little flies ; grate
bores without meaning or knowing it.
Gravity iz no more evidence of wis
dom than a paper collar iz ova shurt.
A coquette in love izjust about az
tame az a bottle of gisger pop that
haz stood sum time with the cork
pulled out
I love tew see an old person joy full,
but notkickupthebeelsfull.
Woman haz no friendships. She
either loves, despises, or hates.
Genuine praze consists in naming a
man’s faultzs to hiz face, and hiz good
qualitys tew his back.
Natur once in a while makes a
phool, but az a general thing, phoools
like garments, are made tew order.
Don’t lay enny certain plans for the
fewter, it iz like planting toads, and
expekting tew raze toadstools.
It iz but a step from zeal tew big
otry, but iz a step that iz most gen
erally taken.
The man who kant find ennything
to do in this world, iz az bad oph az
a yearling heifer.
There iz no pashun ov the hnman
heart that promises so much and pays
so little az revenge.
Affecktashun haz made more phools
than the Lord haz.
A man with a very small head iz
like a pin without enny, very apt tew
git into things beyond hiz depth.
Az a general thing an individual
who iz neat in hiz person iz neat in
hiz morals.
I never knu a man yit whose name
waz George Washington Lafayette
Goodrich, Esqr., and who alwus sign
ed hiz name for the full amount, but
what waz a bigger man on paper
than he waz by natur.
Rev. Jesse Bo ring. —The Atlanta
Constitution regrets to learn, through
private information received in that
city, that Rev. Dr. Boring,
while getting on the cars at Opelika,
fella disjauce of some six feet and]
broke a leg. I
A PRINTER'S MISFORTUNE.
Some years ago, when the writer
was a reporter upon an Eastern paper,
it devolved upon him to write for the
same edition an account of the presen
tation of a gold-headed cane to the
Rev. Dr. Mudge, the clergyman of the
place, and the description of a patent
hog-killing and sausage machine, that
had just been put in operation at the
factory. Now, what made Dr. Mudge
mad was this. The inconsiderate
buccanueer who made up the forms
got the two locals mixed up in a fright
ful manner, aud when we went to
press, something like this was the ap
palling result:
“Several of the Rev. Dr. Mudge’s
friends called upon him yesterday, and
after a brief conversation the unsus
pecting hog was seized by the hind
legs aud slid along a beam, until he
reached the hot water tank. His
friends explained the object of their
visit and presented him with a very
handsome gold-headed butcher, who
grabbed him by the tail, swung him
round, cut his throat from ear to ear,
and in less than a minute the carcass
was in the water. Thereupon he came
forward and said there were times
when the feelings overpowered one,
and for that reason he would not at
tempt to do more than thank those
around him for the manner in which
so huge an animal was cut into so
many fragments was simply astonish
ing. The doctor concluded his re
marks, when the machine seized him,
and in less time than it takes to write
it the hog was cut into fragments and
worked up into delicious sausage.
The occasion will long be remembered
by the doctor’s friends as one of the
most delightful of their lives. The
best pieces can be obtained for fifteen
cents a pound, and we are sure that
those who have sat so long under his
ministry will rejoice that he has been
so handsomely treated. ’’
Mad? Well, about nine o’clock
that morning the office had been aban
doned by every man but the advertis
ing clerk, and he ascended to the roof
and robed himself in boiler iron, so
that he could watch the venerable
clergyman tearing around down there
in the street with his congregation, all
wearing the panoply of war, and car
rying butcher knives and things. The
next day we explained aud apologiz
ed, but the doctor stopped his sub
scription and begau to take the rival
paper.— Exchange.
THE END OF TIME.
We are passing on, slowly but
surely to our graves. Each day
brings us nearer to that unseen world
that strange country, into which so
many, enter, to dwell in happiness
forever- We meet with no return
ing travellers, who can relate to us
their experience; they pass on never
to return. We follow onr friends
with straiued eyes, as one by one
they pass the sea of life and drawing
near to the shadowy land of eternity
vanish from our sight. Then the
warning speaks deeply to our unwil
ling hearts.
Prechance we have seen a beloued
one taken from our family circle. We
have listened to tho dear voice, and
marked how each day it grew more
falteaing till it was hushed in the silen
ce of deate—then we havo drawen
the hair from the pam-ccjd brow, and
seen the delicate from deposited in
the tomb, It is in moments like
thoro that we fully realsze our actual
condition that we ourselves are slowly
yet surely travelling towards our
graves.
How many there are who seldom
give any consideration to this seri
ous subject. They are too busy, too
anxious after worldly wealth aud
power, putting forth all their talents
and energy for the great object in
view —the possession of gold, passing
with a careless glance and unfeeling
heart, the poor in their desolation
and misery; guarding with miserly
eare their dollars and dimes; uncon
sciously sowing what others may
reap, for the tin.e set apart in the
future for rest and enjoyment perhaps
never comes Ere that time their souls
may be called away, an account for
the misused talents entrusted to our
care.
O humau nature! what strange
phases you present to an observing
eye. The gay, the sorrowful, the
talented, the obscure, the impeditent,
the believer, the rich aud the poor,
yet all passidg along to the unknown
world.
What are riches, talent, wealth,
power, or fame placed in the balance
with eternity? Mere bubbles that
do not, or rather ought not, satisfy
the cravings of the heart. Days,
weeks, months and years follow each
other in succession; but we should
consider how we shall appear when
the heavens shall be rolled together
as a scroll, and the angle of God
shall declare, “Time was, but is no
longer.
ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO.
One hundred years ago, there was
not a single white man in Kentucky,
Ohio, Indiana aud Illinois. Then,
what is the most flourishing part of
America was a little known as the
country arounnd the mysterious
mountains of the moon. It was not
uutil 1767 that Boone left his home
in North Carolina to become the
first settler in Kentucky. The first
pioneer of Ohio did not settle until
twenty years after. Canada belong
ed to France, and the population did
not exceed a million and a half of
people. A hundred years ago great
Frederick of Prussia was performing
those grand exploits which have
made him immortal in military an-
nals, and with his little monarchy
was sustaining a single-handed con
test with Russia, Austria and France,
the three great powers of Europe
combined. Washington was a mod
est Virginia colonel, and the great
events of history of the two worlds
in which these great but dissimilar
men took leading parts were then
scarcely foreshadowed. A hundred
years ago the United States were the
most loyal part of the Brittish Em
pire, and on the political horizon no
speck indicated the struggle which
within a score of years thereafter es
tablished the great republic of the
world. A hundred years ago there
were hut four newspapers in. Ameri
ca ! Steam engines had not been
imagined, and railroads and tele
graphs had not entered into the re
motest conception of men. When
we come to look back at it through
the vista of history, we find that to
the century just passed has been allo
ted more important events, in their
bearing upon the happiness of the
world, than almost any other which
has elapsed since the creation.
A man that gives his children a
habit of industry, provides for them
hotter than by giving them a stock of
money.
LET COLORED MEN READ TUIS.
Gen. Blair, a General in the North
ern army in the war between the
Northern and Southern States, in a
speech, a few davs ago, at Meridian,
said :
“ The accusation has been made that
the people of the South have treated
with outrage this class of people.
Well, I have been upon the committee
(Ku-Klux Committee) delegated by
Congress to examine into these mat
ters. I have sal with that committee
nearly ten months, taking testimony
in regard to that very subject. We
have heard testimony of every con
ceivable character brought before us,
and I have found—at least such are
my convictions at this moment—that
the Radical carpet-o aggers and scala
wags are responsible for every act of
cruelty whicn has been inflicted upon
the colored race in the South. ”
There never was spoken or written
more truth iu so brief a space of time
on paper ; aud we will add another
which is as true : The iniquitous re
construction measures a ,- e tho spawn
from which these thieves and mis
chief-makers were hatched, and the
Congress of the United States is re
sponsible for all these scoundrels havo
done.
The diamond‘fields of South Africa
continue to attract throngs of eager
fortune-hnnters whose efforts in the
pursuit of wealth aro attended with
varying degrees of success. A letter
from a gentleman well known iu this
city describes the particular Goleruda
where he is expending his energies as
a ten acre lot with over five thousand
diggers at work within its contracted
limits. He is the lesseo of a claim
measuring seven and a half feet of
ground, which he has secured after
three lawsuits upon an agreement to
pay fifty per cent, of the yield for the
privilege. On obtaining possession he
was at once offered £250 cash for his
right. The precious stones are found
at a depth of twenty feet or more from
the surface, that is, when they are
found at all.
One man who has worked industri
ously for over eix months in a choice
location only found in all that time
ten small stones, the whole worth not
over £25 ; while another man, who
was working within a few feet of him,
in five days dug out thirty-five dia
monds worth £3OO iu the aggregate,
and shortly afterwards unearthed a
stone weighing one hundred and sev
enty-two carats. It is all a lottery.
Some make a fair living by very hard
work, some fail entirely, and a few
gain very rich prizes. Provisions at
the diamond diggings, with the excep
tion of meat, are very high. Potatoes
sell for ten dollars per bag ; bread for
twenty-five cents a loaf; onions ten to
fifteen cents each, and water fifty cents
a barrel at the wells, which are two
miles away. Fcr a man to go to
South Africa in search of diamonds,
without plenty of money to carry him
through if ho should meet with bad
luck, would appear to be the height of
imprudence.— Savannah Advertiser.
MINISTERS “SEEING” EACH OTHER.
Near a late New Jersey camp
meetiug, two clergymen, a Baptist
and Methodist, were walking, when
they saw a little girl sittting on a
stone, who was weeping bitterly.
“What is the matter, my little
girl asked the Baptist, kindly.
“My—my f—father was killed on
the railroad a few days ago, and has
just been buried, sir ; and my moth
er is sick abed, and can’t work, and
we havent’t anything to eat, and
don’t know what to do,” sobbed
the girl, crying as if her heart would
break.
“A truly lamentable case. Ido
indeed pity you,” said the Baptist,
frigidly, as if he were pitying some
ice cream he could not eat.
“How much do you pity her,
Brother C.? I pity her five dollars,’
yelled the Methodist, as he threw a
Y into the girl’s lap.
He had read an incident like this
in a Sundaj’-school paper.
“I double your pile, Brother P.,”
the Baptist brother said, as he slow
ly placed an X over the V.
“I go you one better,” the Metho
dist bawled, as he put a ten on the
other money.
“I cover your stake, Brother P.,”
and the Baptist clergyman’s expres
sion showed he was getting excited
as a twenty from his purse was put
on the rapidly increasing pile.
“I’ll top the spons with a fifty !”
howled Brother P., as he drew out
his last and placed the sum with the
others, glaring savagely at his com
panion.
“Here is a hundred dollar note,
little girl,” said the Baptist, quite
blandly, now that he had got ahead
of his Methodist brother in the Lord;
“you may rake in the spoils, for
you’ve ‘cleaned out’ and ‘euchered’
both my friend and myself, and
left us both dead broke.”
Then they walked off humming a
hymn. Now, what we would like to
know is, what did those clergymen
do before they were converted ?
THE SPOILS OF A WRECKER —A GHAST
LY SIGHT.
A strange story, worthy of Marry
att, comes from Newfoundland. In
Chance Nook, a secluded nook in that
somewhat secluded island, dwell a lit
tle company of fisherman, one of
whom, rejoicing in the name of Bar
nacle Bill, has long been an object of
suspicion on account of his unsociable
and hermit-like life. His hut was up
on a peak overlooking a dangerous
reef called Gillicuddy Breakers.
These circumstances combined to
fasten upon Barnacle Bill the suspi
cion that he had a penchant for wreck
ing operations, aud after the recent
loss on the reef of the schooner Albion,
none of the jirew of which were subse
quently discovered, dead or alive, it
was determined to search the afore
mentioned hat.
Accordingly, a detective having been
procured, together with the requisite
legal papers, a large deputation made
an early call upon Barnacle Bill, and
found that worthy iu bed. Inasmuch
as he declined to get up and open the
door for his surprise party, they let
themselves into the house, when an
appalling sight met their gaze.
Fingers, wrists and ears, cut and
torn from the bodies of women, evi
dently to procure the rings and other
jewelry, were strewn around. Two
boiled silk dresses were folded beside
the bodies. In all there were nine
corpse, only one of which has as yet
been identified. The inhuman wreck
er, after being taken into custody, con
lessed that he took the bodies from
the wreck of the Albion, and conveyed
them ou a fish-barrow to his cliff be
fore dawn. The news has created the
greatest excitement in St. Johns
where most of th& ill-fated sailors
sided.
JOSH BILLINGS ON MILK.
I want to say something.
I want to say something in reference
to milk as a fertilizer.
There are various kinds ov milk
sw r eetmilk, sour milk, skim milk,
buttermilk, cow milk, and the milk,
of humau kindness! hut the mostest
best milk, iz the milk that hazent the
most water in it Butter milk izent
the best milk for butter.
Milk iz spontaneous, and has done
more to encourage the growth of hu
man folks than any other likwid.
Millk iz lacteal! it is also aquatic
while under the patronage of milk
venders.
Milk iz mysterious. Cokernut has
never been solved yet.
Milk iz also another name for hu
man kindness.
Milk and bread iz a pleassnt mixtur.
Sometimes, if milk iz allowed to
stand too long a scum rises to the
surface which iz apt to scare folks
that live in cities, hut it duzzent follow
that the milk iz nasty ! this scum iz
called kreme hy folks who inhabit the
country.
Kreme is the parent of butter and
butter is 70 cents a pound.
The most common milk in use,
without auy doubt, iz skim milk milk
iz made hy skimming the milk, which
is considered sharp practiss.
Milk is obtained from cows, hogs,
woodchux, rats, squirrels, and all
others animals that have hair. Snaix
aud geeses don’t giv milk.
I forget to state, in conclusion, that
cow milk, if well watered, brings
twenty cents per quart.
WORTH TRYING
A correspondent of the Scientific
American gives the following direc
tions for using a kerosene lamp so
as to insure perfect safety. The
plan promises well, and is w'orth
trying :
Allow me to give your numerous
readers the benefit of my experience
with long wicks. I cram all the
wick that I possibly can into the
lamp, fill up the interstices with
sponge, and saturate the whole
thoroughly with kerosene. I. have
always found the supply sufficient
for the longest whiter nights; as
long as any remains in the wick,
the lamp keeps burning. I have this
fairly tested. One of my little ones
—a two year old—contrived to upset
a small table supporting a lamp.
With the exception of breaking the
glass, no further damage was done
not even soiling the carpet. In fact,
my plan was brought about by a
similar accident, and a narrow escape
from damage. As the wick burns
away I keep tilling up with the sponge
and I think I have the nearest ap
proach to a safety lamp.
HAIR-BREADTH ESCAPES.
The Way of God Vindicated to
Man. —Lord Clive of India, twice
attempted to shoot himself through
the head, aud his pistol only snapped
each time. A friend entering the
room shortly after, fired the pistol
off out of the window ; when Clive
sprang to his feet, exclaiming : “I
must be reserved for something great
He transformed the East India Com
pany from a band of peddlers to a
government ruling one of the most
populous nations of the world.”
The Wheel Os Fortune —“But
ah, how fortunes vary!” In 1841
the following advertisement appeared
in the New Orleans Picayune: “$5
Reward —Run away from the sub
scriber, on the 23d November last
the negro-boy Oscar Dun, an appren
tice to the plastering trade. He is
of Griften color, between 20 and 21
years of age, and about 5 feet 10 or
1 1 inchees high. All persons are cau
tioned not to harbor said boy, under
penalty of the law. Wilson <fc Pat
terson.” “The negro boy Oscar
Dun ” was Lieutenant -Governor of
Louisiana until his death last week.
The cattle in Texas will die by
thousands in consequence of the
severe winter. It is computed, says
the State Journal, that the West
Texas cattle interest has lost in
stock, from the present cold snap,
over four hundred thousand dollars
worth. Brand-by our stock raisers
will comprehend that it is cheaper,
as well as wiser, to provide some
shelter and food for cattle during
the winter northers, rather than to
permit decimation by cold, starva
tion and explosure.
The New York Tribune says : “ We
are heartily sick of the sentimental at
tempts of ‘p ai- ty managers’ to cover up
the conuption, dishonesty and extrav
agance of the carpet-bag governments.
The plea that exposure of these frauds
will injure the Republican party is as
wicked as it is silly. Better a thous
and times that the party be rent asun
der than that any crime for which it
can be justly held responsible be cov
ered up in its own house. No party
can long live with such a cancer con
cealed iu its bosom.” When Dr.
Greeley does make up his mind to
turn loose the truth, it “ makes things
howl.”
Within five months the Rev. Mr
Brock buried his wife, engaged him
self to three women, married one of
them, was sued for breach of promise
by one of the others, got a divorce and
married the one who sued him for the
breach of promise, was tried by an ec
clesiastical council, and suspended
from conference, then went and joined
the Campbellite church, and he and
his third wife were both baptized. It
is almost unnecessary to add that this
happened in Indiana.
All the New York officials in com
plicity with the late robberies are to
be prosecuted civilly and criminally if
the programme adopted at a meeting
of the Executive Committee of the
State Council of Political Reform be
carried ork.
Mr. Kimball And ex-Governor
Bullock —The Atlanta Sun says :
“We hear it stated that Mr. H. I.
Kimball is in Ne w Haven, Connecti
cut, quite sick—being confined to his
room and carefully nursed by friends,
Mho will not allow any one to see
him on business. This illness, it is
said, is the result of his losses and
failure in business.
“The same persons who make this
report about Mr. Kimball says that
Rufus B. Bullock is staying in Buf
falo, New York, just on the borders
of the United States, where he can
quickly escape to Canada, if he should
he pursued.”
A Virginia negro was detected in
the act of cooking a blaek cat, as he
said “to give him. luck at cardes and
save him from dem dar drefful Ku
k luxes.
VOL. 12—NO. 26
The Mexican revolutionists appear
to hold their advantages.
Sais the Washington telegraphio
correspondent to the Savannah Daily
News :
“ Prominent Georgians, now here,
express the opinion that Blodgett will
never return to Georgia, but will seek
an asylum along with his friend Bul
lock, in Canada.’’
Moro than a dozen clergymen in
New York city receive, it is said, sala
ries of SIO,OOO and over.
The Chicago Post says that the bell
worn by the cow that kicked over the
lamp that set fire to Chicago, is on ex
hibition in that city, at sixty-one dif
ferent places.
The working men of Paris are pack
ing up their traps and leaving for
America by the hundred. Skilled
artisans are especially tempted by
offers from American employers.
A Rhode Island man has been ar
rested by two railroads for attempts
to obstruct their tracks. His excuse
was that he bad to take a log of wood
home, and if the State is not big
enough for him to lay down his load
without blocking all the railroads, the
fault lies with somebody besides him.
The refreshing Mr. Barker, of
Baltimore, is ninety-nine. He smokes,
drinks, lies abed, “loafs.”
The late snow has brought cotton
picking in West Tennessee to a dead
halt, and damaged the considerable
remainder of the crop yet in the field.
A Mobile paper spreads the news
that “Mrs. Oates is made of whale
bone and steel, her lungs are silver
clad, and her veins are filled with
quicksilver.”
Pontotoc, Miss., must be a lively
place. The Intelligencer says shoot
ing has hecome so common npon the
streets after night that many of the
citizens are afraid to walk about.
The cars on the Chesapeake and
Ohio railroad commenced running
on Friday last from Huntington to
Charleston, in West Virginia. The
last rail was laid on the Tuesday
previous.
A Missouri gentleman who owned
too many of his neighbors’ horses
was hung while on his way to vote,
‘which,’ remarks a contemporary, ‘is
calculated to deaden one’s interest in
town politics.’
The exact amount paid by State
Treasurer Rye, up to Saturday, to
Virginia policy holders in foreign
countries doing business in Virginia,
and who have become insolvent by
the Chicago fire, was $15,000.
A youug lady, while standing in a
window in Morgantown, Butler
county, Kentucky, the other day,
received a slight shock from a flash
of lightning. On her recovery it
was found that her allanthus tree,
standing near the window, had been
accurately photographed, by the
electric flash, upon her breast.
The daughter of an English Earl,
who has been traveling in this coun
try, is greatly shocked because, judg
ing by dress, nobody can distinguish
an American lady from her servant
girl.
A St. Louis lawyer attempted to try
a case the other day while he was half
drunk, but stopped him, say
ing, “No lawyer can practice at two
bars at the same time. ”
“Fanny, don’t you think Mr. Bond
is a handsome man ?”
“ Oh, no, I can't endure him. He is
homely enough. ”
“ Well, he’s fortunate at all events ;
an old aunt has just died, and left him
SIOO,OOO ”
“ Indeed, is it true ? Well, now I
come to recollect, there is a certain
noble air about him, and he has a fine
eye—that can’t be denied. ”
An Irishman, being annoyed by a
howling dog in the night, jumped
out cf bed to dislodge the offender.
It was in the month of January,
when the snow was three feet deep.
He not returning, his wife ran out
to see what was the matter. There
she found her husband, in his night
suit, his teeth chattering, and his
whole body almost paralyzed with
cold, holding the struggling dog by
the tail. “Holy mother, Pat,” said
she, “what wud ye be afther doing’?
“Hush,” said he, “don't ye see?
I’m tryin’ to fraze the baste 1”
A physician has discovered that
the night-mare, in nine cases out of
ten, is produced from owing a bill
to the printer.
The Summit, (Mississippi) Times
hits the nail timely :
A lad arrested for theft, when ta
ken before the magistrate and asked
what his occupation was, frankly
answered, “Stealing.”
“Your candor astonishes me l"
said the Judge.
“I thought it would,” replied the
lad, “seeing how many big ’uns there
are in the same business and is
ashamed to own it 1”
A clerk in a postoflice was a lit
tle embarrassed the other day on
being asked by a young lady if
there was a letter for my cow. Be
ing disposed to treat her politely he
replied that there was nothing for
anybody’s cow. The lady being
equally embarrassed, also disposed
to be polite, said she inquired for
Mike Howe.
A. Pennsylvania paper says.—
“Chicago was probably the most
populous city in the world, previous
to the conflagration. Some fourteen
millions of her ‘destitute citizens’
have passed through this city in the
past three weeks. You can’t throw
a cat in any direction without hit
ting a ‘sufferer.’ The dodge is be
coming threadbare.”
Few accidents are so unhappy bat
may be mended by prudence : few so
happy but may be ruined by impru
dence.
How to Ruin A Son.—l. Let him
have his own way. 2. Allow him
free use of money. 8. Suffer him to
roam where he pleases on the Sabbath.
4. Give him full access to wicked com-
E anions, 5. Call him to no account of
is evenings. 6. Furnish him wi<h
no stated employment.
A bride in Indiana, after the con
clusion of the marriage ceremony,
stepj>ed gracefully forward and re
quested the clergyman to give out the
hymn, “ This is the May I long have
sought.”
Hogs are dying wuth cholera i Q
Greenville.
An Irish way to cure baldness is to
rub whisky on the head, until the
hairs grow out, then take it inwardm
to clinch the roots.