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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.