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    THE STANDARD AND EXPRESS.
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VOL. 14.
THE
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Joßl> W. WUK KJRD. TllUMAri BILN'EB
WOFFOED & MIL.NER,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
C'AKTEKSVIIXB, GA.
K up stair#, Bank Block.
F 1 C. TUM LI X,
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ATTORNEY at law,
CARTEUSVILLE, GA.
OWc« o»cr the IRink.
JOHN L. MOON,
ATTOII NE Y A T 1. AW ,
CARTEUSVILLE, GA.
tTill practice In the counties coni prising the
( kniokee Ci i r iiit, <)fflco over Licbtuan’s store.
J) W. MUKPHEY,
attorney at law,
CARTEUSVILLE. GA.
TY'll nrnetice In the courts of the Cherokee
Circuit. Purl ie.uliir attention given to the col
ectlon of el aims. Ofliee with Col. Abda John
ton. c * *
Al». WOFFORD,
attorne y at law.
CARTEUSVILLE, GA.
OFFICII in Court-House. jail 26
M. V6U TE,
attorney at law,
CARTEUSVILLE, GA.
( With Col. Warren A kin,)
Will practice in the courts of Bartow, Colin,
Polk Floyd, Cordon, Murray, Whitllehl and a<l
Joining counties. March JO.
IT It. McDANIEL,
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ATTORNEY A T LAW,
CARTERSVILLE, GA.
Oflloo with John W. Wofford. jan
W . I). TRAMMELL.
AT T O RNEY A T LA W,
CARTERSVILL 5, GA
OFFICE W r . Main St., next door to Standard
A lixpress Office. Feb. 15,1873— wly.
G. H. BATES.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
<mice over store ol Ford & Jlriant.
Feb. 6- •
ML W. A. TROTTER
OFFERS his PROFESSIONAL SERVICES
to the citizens of Cartersville.
Office with Dr. Baker.
Cartersville, Go., .Jan. 7, 1873.
Medical IVotice
|-vit. TV. IIA It 1)Y, having removed to this
9 W city, propi’se.,
PRACTICING itfIEDECIWE,
iu all its branches, and is also prepared for
OPERATIVE SURGERY.
Ai-yx-l
DR. J. a. JACKSON,
PRACTICING PnVSICIAN AND SURGEON.
OFFICE in \V. A. Loyless* Drug Store, next
door to Stokely k AV illiams’. oct‘27
W. I&. Jlouiitcaslle,
Jeweler and Watch and Clock
Repairer,
OARTBRSVILLB OKOItGIA.
Office in trout ol' A. A. Skinner & Lo's Store.
GBN.W.T. WOFFRD. JNO. H. WIKLK
Wofford dJ Wililo,
ATTORNEYS - AT-LAW,
AND
Xfceol Estate Agents,
Cnrtersville, Ga.
SPECIAL ATTENTION given to the pur
chase and sale of Real Estate. -28-6 m.
DENTISTRY.
fllllE undersigned respectfully informs the j
l citizen* of CnrtersviUe and vicinity that ho i
Has resumed the practice of Dentistry, and by
•-.lose attention to business and faithful work
ho hopes to receive a liberal share of success.
Office over Erwin, Stokely & Cos.
Jan 30-6 m. F. M. JOHNSON.
Dental Card.
mUK undersigned, a practical dentist of 18
I years experience, having purchesed prop
erty and located permanently in the city of
thtrfcersville, will continue the practice Pin rooms
opposite those o' Wofford & Miiner, in the new
building adjoining the Bank. With experience
and application to iny profession, charges al
ways reasonable aua just, 1 hope to merit the
patronage of a generous public.
Office hours, from November Ist proximo, 8 to
12 a. M., 2tosP. M. Sabbaths excepted. Calls
answered at residence, opposite Baptist church.
K. A. SEaLE,
10-ll—ts Surgeon Dentist.
pit. CHAS. D ALVIGNY,
1> E IV T I S T 5
Cartersvillo, Ga.
OFECIAL ATTENTION given to children’*
teeth.
8-15-
HEAD HOUSE,
Fronting PaNseitger Depot,
CHATTANOOGA.
JOHN T. READ, Proprietor.
Jan 16-’72.
STERLING
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An unusually attractive asoortrucntofuovei
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check excessive How, and correct all irregular
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It is recommended by the best physicians and
the clergy.
LAGkange, GA., March 23,1870.
BRADFIELI) & CO., Atlanta, Ga,—Dear
Sns: 1 take pleasure in stating that I have used
for the last twenty years, the medicine you arc
now putting up, known as Dr. J. Bradllcld’s
FEMALE REGULATOR, and consider it the
best combination ever gotten together for the
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been familiar with the prescription both as a
practitioner of medicine and in domestic prac
tice, and can honestly lay that 1 consider it a
boon to suffering females, and can but hope
that every lady in our whole land, who may be
suffering in atiy way peculiar to their sex, may
bo able to procure a bottle, that their sufferings
may not only be relieved, but that they may be
restored to health and strength. With my
kindest regards, I am respectfully,
W. B. FERRELL, M. D.
Near Marietta, Ga., March 21,1870.
MESSRS. WM. ROOT & SON.—Dear Sirs:
Some months ago I bought a bottle of BRAD
FIELD’S FEMALE REGULATOR from you,
and have used it in my family with the utmost
satisfaction, and have recommended it to three
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We could add a thousand other certificates;
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For full particulars, history of diseases, and
certificates of its wonderful cures, the reader is
referred to the wrapper around the bottle.
Manufactured and sold by
BRADFIELD & CO„
Price $1 50. ATLANTA, GA.
tiold by all Druggists,
1-30-lv.
Wm. Gouldmith,
Manufacturer and dealer in
METALIC BURIAL CASES & CASKETS
Also keeps on hand
WOOD COFFINS
of every description.
All orders by night or day promptly attended
to.
aug. 22
NOTICE TO FARMERS!
y OUIt attention l* rsspectfully invited to Hi
A<rricultilr al Warehouse
OF
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ATLANTA, GEORGIA,
DEALERS IN
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Size 20 to 32 inch cylinder, xvitli or without
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Bali’s Reaper and Mower,
Buck-Eye Reaper and Mower
PLOWS—ONE AND TWO-IIORSE
BUGGY PLOWS.
Also General Agents for
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Cash, SO7 per ton of 2,000 lbs.: Credit Ist Nov.,
$75 per ton 2,000 lbs.
“ Farmer’s Choice,”
Manufactured from Night Soil, at Nashville,
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WHOLESALE
DEALERS IN
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Jan. 30-ly.
SAMUEL 11. SMITH & COMPANY, EDITORS AND PROPRIETORS.
CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 13,1873.
BLUE AND GREY,
A STORY OF THE LATE CIVIL WAR. *
IIOW A FEDERAL COLONEL ATTEND
ED THE WEDDING OF A CON
FEDERATE COLON El.
From Our Fireside Friopd.
Were there a hundred veterans oft
the Army of the Potomac who never
marched through Winchester, Vir-;
ginia?
One doubts it when the records of
the war tells him that the town was I
captured twenty-three times during
the war. It was “Yank” one month,
“Johnny” the next, and the inhabit
ants got so at last that they dared not!
pronounce for either side, they claim-1
ed to be neutral, and only asked the j
soldiers in blue and the soldiers in
grey to let their chickens alone.
If the last year of the war didn’t 1
sweep it away, and the fire has spared j
it yet, there stands an old brown !
farm house, with a front yard tilled
with cherry trees, and a lot of mul- j
berry trees growing up and shading
the south end of the house. It is a
cozy place for two old whi to-haired
parents to sit on the front veranda
and rock and doze in the sunshine
while a strong-armed son whistles
cherily in the growing crops.
I saw it thus once, and I saw it af
terwards when the storm of war
swept over and around it, staining
the green grass to a red, and when
passionate men and fiery horses swept
through the fields and dashed at each
other as the black smoke lifted for a
moment.
One day in the spring of 1862, the
dispatches said that the Confederates
had been driven out of Winchester,
and that the Union forces held pos
session. I was not with the victo
rious party, but a few days after when
the Confederates came back so close
that they held half of the town and I
the Union forces the other half; I;
went down with half a regiment of
cavalry and a few battalions of the
infantry to hold the ground.
Army operations had hardly com
menced for the spring, and the Con
federates were determined to hold
the line of communications open as
long as possible. I had a heavy back
ing a few miles away, and knowing
this, the Confederates only cared to
keep me from advancing further than
Winchester for the time being.
We had our pickets as thick as bees
in the northern suburbs of the town,
but the main force was back on the
road, near the old farm house, where
the ground offered better advantages
in case of an attack. We had been in
camp less than a day when I ascer
tained that the farmer’s name was
Hastings, and that he had one of the
handsomest daughters in all Virginia.
Ho asked for a property guard around
his farm, and in seeing that the
guard was properly posted, I had oc
casion to enter the house. There
wasn’t that bitterness then which
came in after years, and we could all!
speak very freely without any fear of
offence.
The farmer was old and weak, and
when I found out that he was a firm
believer in secession and rebellion, I
had no angry or hot words to give iu
reply. Where should one look for ;
Southern feeling if not in the homes
of Southerners ?
The wife was ohl and feeble, and
the son away in Richmond, and it
was natural enough that I should !
make up my mind to stand between I
the beautiful Kate Hastings and the j
inconveniences of war as much as Ii
could.
I don’t think I violated any of the
rules and regulations when I promis
ed the family that their property
should be preserved from raiders and i
their personal liberties abridged only
so far as the safety of my command
required. Os course, I could not al
low them to be passing back and
forth between the lines, but they
should be free to move in any other
direction.
I teii you right hero that I never
saw a more charming, lovely woman
than Kate Hastings. 1 lost my heart
the moment I saw her, as any other
man would. But I was not so idiotic
ns to believe that I had only to say
the word in order to make her my
wife; indeed, 1 very much doubted
from tho first if I ever should or could
win her.
“I trust that we shall all befriends,”
she sweetly said, when I was about
to leave the house. “It is a cruel j
war, deprecated by all for its wounds J
and griefs, and civilities from captors j
to captive will certainly always be
appreciated.”
There was an invitation to call
whenever I had the opportunity, but
there was that modesty and dignity
in tho lady’s look and bearing which
made her any thing but a love-sick
maiden to be easily won.
Well, we pitched our camp; had
camp routine; changed*pickets; skir
mished with tiie Confederates, and
things at length were so-so from one
day to another. I sat on the veranda
and smoked with the old man; I
took tea with them ; I read to Kate,
and once in a while talked love, or
was just going to when she would
check me. She was thoroughly
Southern in sentiment. I knew it,
and therefore we passed politics over
for something more agreeable to
both.
Finally the day came for Winches- j
ter to change hands again. A rein-;
foreement of cavalry had come to the
Confederates, and one day at noon
they made the fact known to us. Our
pickets came running in, fighting as
they came, and closely followed by
cavalry, and we had only time to
form a battle line before the -enemy
was along our front.
We had a sharp fight for half an
hour, during which time many a
brave soldier bit the dust on either
side, and then my command had to
give way. We were hard pressed in
front, and being flanked when the
order was given to fall back slowly
to the ridge half a mile north of the
farm house.
As we fell back I saw that the old
house had been torn here and there
by shots, and fearing for the safety of
the family we carried them along
with us. All were badly frightened,
and made no objections beyond the
shots of their friends. Step by step,
giving the enemy as good as he sent,
we fell back to the ridge, and there
we halted.
The Confederates came as far as the
i farm house and there formed their
line and rested, throwing up a breast
work and mounting a cannon to com
mand the road.
We threw up defences, formed a
new line, and by sundown every
thing was going along as if no battle
had occurred and a hundred men in
blue and grey had not been sent to
their long sleep. There was half a
mile of neutral ground between us,
and the pickets thrown out were
hardly a stone’s throw from each oth
er.
An hour after we fell hack, the
Hastings family came to me from a
farm house where they had taken
refuge. 1 knew that they wanted to
return home and was therefore ready
for the old man’s question.
“Os course you can go,” 1 replied,
though it pained me to think that I
should looso Kate’s society. “I only
ask that you repeat after me an oath
that you Will not give your Confed
erate" friends information concerning
us.”
They repeated the words, and we
walked down to the picket. A hand
shake all round, and then they took
their leave, and my air castles came
toppling down. The chances were
hardly one in a score that I should
ever see either of the three again.
Having seemingly gained all they
desired, the Confederates did not seek
to drive us further. Several days
passed without even a shot from the
pickets, when one day to shake otf
the rust, I rode with two companies
of cavalry which were bound on a
raid around the east of Winchester to
secure information concerning the
strength of the enemy in that direc
tion.
We had a long ride of seven or
eight miles, when coining to a fork
in the road, the major took one com
pany and myself the other and push
ed up the forks. We were riding
along carelessly enough when all at
once the bushes by the roadside shot
flame and smoke. Every thing was
confusion at the sudden attack.
My horse leaped to one side and
then ran up the road. The cavalry
men, some of whom were wounded,
wheeled about and galloped down
the road, and were soon out of sight,
and the battle was over in three min
utes.
“Hold on! hold on! Surrender,
Colonel!” shouted a hundred voices
at me, and directly my horse carried
me into the midst of a hundred cav
alrymen, handsomely concealed in a
bend in the road.
“Goodafternoon,Colonel,” remark
ed a deep rich voice on my left. “I’m
sorry for you but then you could have
fared worse!”
I looked around and saw a colonel
of cavalry, a handsome man with
bright, black eyes and long black
beard. His face wore a good natured
smile, and he held out his hand to
me.
“Yes, I might have been killed,”
I replied, accepting his hand. “I de
serve this for my inexcusable care
lessness in not sending scouts for
ward.”
The cavalry camp was only half a
mile up the road, and as the com
mand moved along, the colonel and
myself rode in the rear. He introdu
ced himself to me as Colonel Le Ville.
We commented on my capture, the
war, etc., and had sighted the camp,
when he suddenly inquired:
“Have you noticed, Colonel, that
the road bends three different times
between here and the forks?”
“Yes, I think it does,” I replied.
! “Well, now,” he responded, “it
will be an easy matter for you to es
cape. Turn your horse suddenly,
give him the spurs, and you can
| reach the forks in five minutes. If
■ any men chase you, and they will,
| the’bend in the road will save you.
j I shall cry out the moment you get
| started, and may shoot you, but
shan’t hurt you.
“You are rather given to dry jokes,”
I replied, endeavoring to laugh.
“Such things are not down in army
regulations.” “Nevertheless, I mean
all I say,” he replied, “We are now
ten rods behind the men. Wheel
your horse and make him do his best.
The firing will have caused the troops
on the other road to fall back, and
you can soon come up with them.”
I looked hard at him, but his coun
tenance stood the test. I believed
he meant what lie said. The thought
came into my head that lie meant to
shoot me down, but I repudiated it
when I had looked him over again.
“Well, Colonel, God bless you,” I
said; “if the fortunes of war ever
make you a prisoner, I will do as
much by you, if it costs me my
sword.”
I wheeled my horse, gave him the
spurs, and was off like a rocket.
The Colonel called me to stop and
emptied his revolver in shooting over
me. Just as I passed around the
first bond, I heard the cavalry after
me; but they might as well have
saved their horses." In ten minutes
I was again with the Union troopers,
and we were on the gallop back to
Winchester.
I did not feci free to go into partic- j
ulars in regard to my escape, and |
the men and officers looked upon it
as a great thing, in ferring that I had j
fought my way out. It puzzled me !
more than I can tell to account for
the generosity of the officer. I had
never seen him before; had never j
known of a similar instance, and all j
my pondering .failed to bring the re-:
motest satisfactory solution.
But I was to secure a solution at
last.
For a week or so we had a monot
onous life at camp, without a move
ment on either side, and then we dev
termined that Winchester should i
change hands again. In council we j
planned an attack. Part of the in- 1
fantry were to advance by the road,;
part to attempt a flank movement on i
the enemy’s left, assisted by cavalry,
and I was to lead the balance of the
cavalry, dismounted, in an attack on
his right.
Everything was quietly arranged,
and one noon we gave the confeder
ates a return surprise. The first inti
mation of our programme was the
driving in of the pickets, and our
men came near leaping their breast
works. However, the enemy quickly
rallied, and then we had it* hot and
heavy, carbines cracked, bugles soun
ded, the terrific cannou roared, the
muskets rattled, men shouted like
demons, and a pall of smoke covered
i it all.
Having plenty to do to defend
this point the Confederates left their
camp exposed for us to dash at. We
I swept down upon them, and then it
was a hand fight. Someone dashed
at me through the smoke, and I lun
ged back, feeling that my sword had
found flesh.
They charged and were driven
i back; we charged and drove them.
I caught sight of fluttering garments
j as we pressed forward, and the next
moment stopped close to a woman
who was kneeling beside a wounded
officer lying at full length on the
ground.
Through the blue smoke I caught
her eyes fixed on mine in terrible re
proach, aud above the dash of arms
and the shrieks of the dj ing I heard
the auick words:
“You have killed him—now stab
me- to the heart!
It was Kate!
I hardly know what happened dur
ing the next flve minutes, but at the
end of that time we had driven the
enemy kick into the village, and a
few minutes later clear out of the
Southern suburbs. Then I very has
tily returned to the battle field.
, The dead were lying all about, and
the wounded were crying out on
every hand. The work of careing
ft>r the latter had already commen
ced, and I went straight to Kate,
who was weeping and sobbiug over
the white face of a Confederate offi
cer.
“Go away! he is dead forever!”
she wailed, as I came nearer.
“War is but murder; he was mur
dered !”
Stooping down I found that the of
ficer had a sword cut in the shoulder,
and that a pistol ha!! had creased his
skull, stunning him for a time.
Even as I made the examination he
moved a little and groaned out, and
in two or three minutes was fully
conscious of his situation.
Kate was like a lunatic. She
laughed aud cried until the powder
stained soldiers thought the noise of
battle had driven her crazy. The
old house had been riddled again
and again, but the farmer and his
wife were unhurt. It was only a
little way off, and when we had car
ried the officer there, a surgeon dress
ed his wounds.
The dead were buried, the wound
ed sheltered and dressed, and when
night came our lines were advanced
so as to put Winchester behind us.
I did not go back to the farm house
until next day. The officer’s face
was so stained with blood and powder
when I saw it the day before that
I had no idea who it was, merely
noticing that he was a Colonel of
cavalry. What was my great sur
prise, then, to encounter the phiz of
Col. Le Ville as 1 entered a bedroom
at farm house.
“Good afternoon, Colonel; I am
sorry for you, hut you could have
fared worse!” I exclaimed, repeating
the words he had used when ad
dressing me as a prisoner.
He was bandaged up and was still
very weak, hut he smiled cheerfully
and cordially held out his hand fora
sliake.
I saw in a minute how matters
were. He was Kate’s lover. I had
only to notice her blushes and the
tender look in her eyes to be sure of
the fact. Then it came to me that
Ville had been with those who
drove us out of Winchester. He had
heard from the Hastings family that
all had been well used and courteous
ly treated, and to show me that he
was appreciative, he had allowed me
to escape.
It gave me a bitter pang to feel
that any further struggle on my part
was hopeless, but I tried to shake off
any sour feeling. I was in duty
bound to take the Colonel’s word of
honor, if no more, that he should
not attempt escape. It may seem
strange to you that I did not. The
official report of the battle forwarded
to my superior did not even mention
the fact of his capture.
I saw the Colonel almost every day.
In a week he was able to walk around.
I saw that he was somewhat anxious
to know what disposition would he
made of him, but 1 left him to work
out that problem. One morning I
missed him. No one seemed to know
what had become of him, and I did
not press them for particulars. The
Colonel and I were even.
Well, there came an order which
took me to post a hundred miles a
way, and in the hot campaign I came
near forgetting the Hastings family
and the Cononel.
One day, when a regiment of Un
ion cavalry was hurled against a
thousand Confederate horsemen, and
when victory seemed about to perch
on our flag, a battery of artillery
played such havoc among us that the
bugle blew a retreat. In the confu
sion, thirty or forty of us were cut
off and made prisoners.
“Good afternoon, Colonel. I’m sor
ry for you, but you could have fared
worse!”
Close at my right hand was Col.
Le Ville, hearty and well and his sa
bre not yet sheathed after the fight.
A hundred men wondered as we
shook hands; but we fully understood
ourselves.
“I can’t let you ride off as you did
before,” remarked the Colonel as he
passed with me behind the line of
battle. “But yon shan’t bo. long a
prisoner. I’ll you exchanged
within three days.”
And lie kept his word. While oth
er officers went off to Richmond, I
w'ent to Washington, and then to my
regiment, duly exchanged. Ilis in
fluence was what effected it.
lie was not married yet, but lie
informed me that he should be in a
few months, and in his joking way
invited me cordially to his wedding,
which was to take place at the Has
tings’ farm-house.
“I think I’ll come,” I replied;
‘‘and in case I should capture you a
gain, I shall clear off this debt; you
are one ahead now.”
Nothing was more frequent than
to change the cavalry from left to
centre, from centre to right, and back
and forth until it might be said of
them that they did not belong to any
one’s division. So I thought noth
ing strange of it when my regiment
took a march of seventy miles, and
brought up one night on the road to
Winchester, not half a mile from the
old farm house.
There was to be an advance on
that road, and we were to take the
front. Infantry and artillery were
in force at our backs, and we learned
from a scout soon after dark, that the
Confederates were certainly on the re
treat, leaving not a soldier between
us and the.farm hones.
There was no one in advance to or
der me to make an advance, and as
we had selected a camping spot, no
advance was made.
Something kept telling me all the
time that Col. Re Ville was near. I
could not shake off the voice, and so
wandered down the road where the
pickets were stationed:
The advance was within a dozen
rods of the farm-house. As it had
not been disturbed, I pushed very
rapidly almost to the house, followed
with the reserve picket.
Everything was still around the
place, but we saw shadow's on the cur
tains, and dually entered the yard
and walked up the path. Nearing
the door I heard a deep solemn
voice reading or repeating a ceremo
ny. Stepping boldly up, followed by
the men, I opened the door upon
a marriage ceremony.
Col Le Ville, in full uniform, held
the hand of Kate Hastings; a min
ister stood before them, the parents
on either side; one or two citizens
were there as witnesses. The group
was thunderstruck, and for a mo
ment no one moved or spoke.
“Good evening, Colonel,” 1 re
marked. “You invited me, you re
member, and I am here.”
I held the door so that none of my
men had looked into the room. I
now whispered to them to go back
to the road and look sharp, and then
entered the room.
The clergyman had taken a seat,
and was ordered to go on, and no ex
planations were then made until Miss
Kate Hastings was made Mrs. Col.
Le Ville. Then we explained.—
There was laughing and crying, and
a’‘regular time,” as the old ladies
say,
“The Colonel did not know that
the Confederate rear guard had pass
ed on, but was intending to wed Kate
and move South an hour after. He
looked at me and read my decision,
and Kate leaned on his shoulder and
wept that he was again a prisoner.
What happened ?
Well nothing to you. I don’t
want to hear anything about “army
regulations,” “conspiracies,” “court
martinis,” and sueli talk. It is, how
ever, my opinion that Col, Le Ville
got away somehow.
1 was down in the Shenandoah
Valley a few months ago, and whom
think 1 took dinner with?
The Colonel looked as bright and
happy as a new' silver dollar, and:
Kate was more charming than ever.!
The war rested hard on both, hut j
peace and love had made the farm-]
house a little paradise, and there!
w’as money in the crops growing on i
every foot of ground.
A curly-headed hoy was racing a
bout, and lie was named after me. 1f |
they had not told me this, 1 should
not have had the courage to reply!
that I had a handsomes little daughter
away up in Michigan named Kate.
Neither Uuele Samuel nor Jeffer
son Davis ever knew the customs of
war were most signally outraged,
and it is too late to court martial either
one of us now.
NEW CHURCH.
REV. MR. BURKEHEAD —HE PREACH
ES A SERIES OF SERMONS IN ROCK
MART.
Rev. Mr. Burkcliead, of Carters
ville, accompanied by Rev. Mr. John
son, of Euharlce, visited our town on
Sabbath last, and preached a most
excellent sermon in the Academy at
II o’clock on that day. On Sunday i
night, tit the same place, he preached j
a sermon showing that Man, by the |
Fall, instead of loosing any thing had
gained every thing. The sermon was
just such a one as the talented gentle
man alone could preach. Hisargu
incnts were clear, conclusive and
wonderfully convincing, and the
large audience was held almost spell
bound during the entire discourse.
Monday, he preached again at the
Academy, and at night, concluded ;
his sermon on the Fall of Man, com
menced on Sunday night, and to
which we have just alluded, in the
Methodist Chuch at Van Wert.
The object of Mr. Burkehead’s visit
to Rockmart, was to take the initial
steps in erecting a Presbyterian j
Church, and he it said to the honor of
our people, they are responding lib-;
erally to this laudable enterprise. lit ]
response to the call for volunteers to i
canvass the community and see what
could he done in the way of raising I
; money by subscription, several ladies j
! and gentlemen kindly offered their i
services, and we are proud to say
have gone to work in good earnest,
and are meeting with almost unprece
dented success.
We have not the remotest idea hut
that the church will be built and that
very soon. Our people are determin
ed not to let the opportunity pass,
feeling and knowing as they do, the
great need in which we stand of such
good and ennobling institutions. We
can think of nothing which would
give a greater impetus to our little
city than a church. Show us a peo
ple who refuse to encourage such en
terprises, and we will show you a
people who live in semi-barbarism—
rough, uncouth, unrefined, uneducat
ed, and who approximate the brute
creation more closely than God Al
mighty ever intended any of the hu
man family ever should.
Let us all go to work with no view
to failing, but determined to succeed,
and success will as certainly crown
our efforts as we make the attempt.
Be it said to the praise of the ladies,
they are, in this, as in all other good
undertakings, taking the lead, and we
make the assertion, that if the men
will only exert themselves to one half
the extent they do, the building of
the church is a" fixed fact. We have
no doubt but that one half of the
churches which bless this Christian
land of ours now, were built mainly
through the instrumentality of our
noble ladies. Therefore, is it not a
source of encouragement—a foreshad
owing of success to sen the very deep
interest manifested by the ladies of
our town and vicinity in this matter.
—Rockmrurt Reporter.
A Freak of Nature With an
Old Man.—Says the Dalton Citizen:
‘‘ln conversation with an intelli
gent and credible gentleman from
Tennessee, we learned the following
feetes regardiug his father, residing
in Wilson county in that State. He
has attained the age of 101) years and
is able to walk about. He used to
bacco for 60 years of his life, and quit
the use of it in his 95th year. He is now
having anew sett of teeth forming and
has been bald, and now has anew
head of hair coming out.”
A colored gentlemen went to con
sult one of the most consientious law
yers, and after stating his case said:
“Now Mr.—, I know you’s a law
yer, but I wish you would please sir,
jist tell me de truss bout dat matter.”
Do you go to school now’ Charlie.’
Yes sir; I had a tight to day, too -
You had ?„ Which whipped ? Oh I
got whipped, he replied with great
frankness. Was the other bay bigger
than you? No, he was littler.—
Well how come you to let a littler
! boy whip you ? Oh, you see he was
j madder nor I was.
ORIENT PEARLS AT RANDOM
STRUNG.
Doctrines are of use only as they
are practiced.
Men may go to perdition with their
heads full of truth.
Riches are not among the number
of things that uro good.
It is not poverty that cau <e« sorrow*
but covetous desires.
Deliver yourself from appetite and
you will be free.
You must not be afraid of work if
you wish health and wealth.
Chastise your passions, that they
may not chastise you.
No chain is stronger than the weak
est link in it.
He who foresees calamities, suffers
them twice over.
Branches may bo trained, but not
the trunk.
It is better to be envied than to be
pitied.
Wise sayings often fall to the
ground, but kind words never die.
If Jesus had his body broken for
me, let my heart break for him.
If you would create something you
must do something.
Selfishness is a devil that wears a
hundred disguises, and often looks as
white as an angel of light.
Tho purest joys of earth are like
those eastern birds whose beauty is in
their wings—they fly away.
Duties fulfilled are still recognized
as a debt, for w holly enough is never
done.
Rest satisfied with doing well, and
leave others to speak of you as they
please. * ....
Every base occupation makes one
sharp in its practice, and dull in every
other.
We cannot control the evil tongues
of others, but a good life enables us to
despise them.
The English laws punish vice; the
Chinese laws do more—they reward
virtue.
The.truth is godlike; it does notap- !
pear directly, but must be guessed at j
from its manifestations.
Love that has nothing but beauty :
to keep it in good health, is short-liv
ed and apt to have ague tits.
It is one of the beautiful compensa
tions of this life that no one can sin
cerely try to help another without
thereby helping himself.
Ifamanis naturally slothful, he
always interprets Providence in fa
vor of taking his own ease, and do
ing as little as he can.
“1 am on the bright side of seven
ty, said an aged man of God, “the
bright side, because nearer to ever
lasting glory.”
If a man is self-seeking and ambi
tious, or likes to flatter himself that
he is working for God, he is only
working for human applause.
To hold the truth and fight for it is
one thing; to he sanctified through
ft is another, and quite a different
thing.
Happy is he who knows how to
place the lamp of the past so that its
beams shall light the future course.
There is no approbativeness in Na
ture. She lias no eye cut for specta
tors, and no sense of the effect she
produces on the beholders.
Do not be above your business.— i
He who turns up his nose at his
work, quarrels with his bread and
butter.
No one who is a lover of money, a
lover of pleasure, or a lover of glory,!
is likewise a lover of mankind.
Every murmur is a murderer: he!
kills many at once—namely, his joy, !
his comfort his peace; his rest, and
soul.
Os a dead Christian it has been
said:
Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
From which none ever wake to
weep.
Said the good Countess of Blessing-!
ton, in her 84th yeor:
“My work is done. I have noth
ing to do but to go to my Father.
“1 believe in God.” Beautiful,
praisworthy words; but to recog
nize God when and wherever he I
nmy disclose himself, is true bless
edness on earth.
Sorrow is a kind of rest to the soul
which every new idea contributes
in its passage, to scour away. It is
the putrefaction of stagant life,, and
is remedied by exercise and motion.
To an humble Christian it was re
marked, “I fear you are near anoth
er world,” “Fear it sir!” he repli
ed, “I know I am; but blessed be
the Lord! I do not fear it, I hope
it.”
ARE WE A LINGUIST!
Several young ladies, we learn, are j
curious to know if we are a linguist
If not how we could have known
what a certain Italian Opera singer
said on a certain occasion. Now’ la-'
dies, remember this, “a Local editor |
understands all languages and is sup-;
posed to kno w’e very thing and a heap j
more besides; and that it is very dan
gerousto question his learning or to I
insinuate anything against his verac
ity. Men who have done these
things have suddenly disappeared j
forever and left no trace behind save,
perhaps, a hat floating on some quiet
I stream, or perhaps a melancholy boot
; dragged up by seineing, both sugges- j
! ing an awful fate. And further the
i sweet sweet-hearts of imprudent
| young ladies have been ent up as if
by a sausage grinder and choice por
; tions of em sent to the aforesaid im
; prudent young lady as a warning.,
Now the aoer of these dire deeds is
| never brought before the courts or
punished, for the Local Editor is
held in just respect and fear by the:
! officers of the law. Hence don’t j
doubt but what w r e fully understand
Italian and reported “that Opera”
singer correctly. Please, ladies, don’t j
dolt, nor let your sweethearts or big
brother do it \—Ex.
K~ * *
A w’orthy deacon in a town some- ’
j where or other, gave notice at a prayer
| meeting, the other night, of a church
j meeting that was to be held immodi.
; ately after, and unconsciously added:
“There is no objection to the feuf*!*
brethren remaining.” This reminds
us of a clergyman who told in his
sermon of a very affecting scene,
| where “there wasn’t a dry tear in
j the house.”
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The young ladies of Vasa&r College
have formed nn “antl-falllng-iu-tove
before-y ou-are-o u t-o f-school-el üb. ”
“Mamma, do you kuow what the
largest species of ants are? You
shake your head. Well, 1 ’ll tell you.
They’re eleph-unts.”
A sweet iittle boy, only eight years
old—bless his little heart—walked in
to the scene of a teacher’s examina
tion at Oswego, last week, and baw
led out, “Annie, your fetter’s down
to the housed”
Running short of “talk,” while
calling on hi* sweetness, a brilliant
idea struck a Kansas youth. ’“On**
thing is certain,” said lie: “I f 1 don’t
go over the plains this spring. I’ll
marry and raise a crap.”
The young man who proposed to
the young lady of his choice tht* other
night and was rejected, gave uotieo
that he would move for a reconsid
eration at their next regular meet
ing- _
A young lady in lowa recently
whipped out an incipient conflagra
tion with her stockings. She had
heard that firemen list'd hose in stop
-1 ping Art's and is now satisfied that
they are the proper thing.
The following is the copy of a will
left by a man who chose to bo his
own lawyer: “This is the last will
and testament of me, John Tomas.
I give ail my things to my relations,
to be divided among them the Lest
way they can. N. B.—ls anybody
kicks up a row, or makes any fuss a
bout it, lie isn’t to have anything.’’
A farmer, whose cribs were full of
corn, was accustomed to pray that
the wants of the needy* might be sup
plied ; but when any one in needy
circumstances asked for a little of his
corn, he said that he had none to
spare. One day after hearing his fa
ther pray for the poor and needy, his
little son said to him :
“Father, I wish I had your corn.”
“Why, my soil, what could you do
with it?” asked the father.
“Thechild replied: “I would an
swer your prayers.”
Asa fop was riding a very fine
horse in the park, a young and pretty
lady was very evidently admiring the
animal, when lie stopped and impu
dently asked, “Are you admiring me,
miss?” “No,” was the ready reply
“I was admiring Iho horse, not the
donkey.”
LITERAL ANSWERS.
A lady noticed a boy sprinkling
salt on the sidewalk to Lake off the ice,
and remarked to a friend, pointing to
the salt:
“Now’ that’s benevolence.”
“No it ain’t,” said the boy some
what indignantly, “it’s salt.”
So, when a lady asked her servant
girl if the hired man cleaned the
snow off with alacrity, she replied:
“No, nui’m, he used a shovle.”
The same little turn of mind which
we have been illustrating is some
times used intentionally, and perhaps
a little maliciously, and thus be
comes the property of wit instead of
blunder. Thus w r o hear of a very po
lite and impressive gentleman who
said to a youth in the street:
“Boy, may I inquire where It >b
inson’s drug store is ?”
“Certainly, sir,” replied the boy,
very respectfully.
“ Well, sir,” said the gentleman af
: ter waiting awhile, “where is it ?”
“I have not the least idea, yer hon
> or,” said the urchin.
There was another boy who was
| accosted by an ascetic middle-aged
| lady with :
“Boy, I want to go to Dover street.”
•‘Well, ma’am,” said the boy,
| “w’hy don’t you go then?”
One day, at Lake George, a party
jof gentlemen strolling among the
| beautiful islands on the lake, with
i bad luck, espied a little fellow w ith
a red shirt and a straw hat, dangling
j a line over the side of a boat.
“Hallo, boy,” said one of them,
“what are you doing?”
“Fishing,” came the answer.
“Well of course,” said the gentle-
man ; “but what do you catch ?”
“Fish you fool! What do you
s’pose?”
“Did any of you ever sec an ele
phant’s skin«i”’"inquired a teacher of
of an infant class.
“I have,” exclaimed one.
“Where?” asked the teacher.
“On the elephant,’ said the b >y,
; laughing.
Sometimes this sort of wit dogen
j erates or rises, as the case maybe, in
! to punning, as when Flora pointed
pensively to the heavy masses of
: clouds in the sky, saying:
“1 wonder where those ci<»ud.- are
I going?” and her brother replied :
“I think they are going to thurs
j der.”
Also the following dialogue :
“Hallo, there! how do you soil
: your wood?”
|” “By the cord.”
“How long has it been cut
! “Four feet.”
“I mean how long has it been since
I you cut it?”
| “No longer than it is now’.”
| And also when Patrick O’Flynn !
was seen with his collar and bosom
sadly begrimmed, and was indignant
ly asked by his officer:
i " “Patrick O’Flvnn ! how T long do
i you wear a shirt?
j ‘‘Tw’enty-eight inches, sir.”
i This reminds one of an instance
[ which is said to have occurred reeent
!ly in Chatham street, New York,
where a countryman was elfunorous
ly besieged by a shop-keeper:
“Have you any line shirts?” said
1 the countryman.
i “A splendid assortment. Sie ; « in,
i sir. Every price and every ’ style.*
I The cheapest in the market, sir.’’
“Are they clean ?”
“To be sure, sir.”
“Then,” said the countryman,
with great gravity, “you had beitor
j put on one, for you need it.”
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