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Newspaper Page Text®l)t *£ull)btrt Q\.pptal. ELAJI CHRISTIAN,] [JAS. P. 8AWTBLL, Proprietors. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION i TEm month* •» 00 Biz O'oaths W 00 Oae jetr #» 00 t3T loT«rubly la advaxco. Vol. I, IP 0 IS if IE Y ipaiX Hm rot hi* motho. Let mo upank Urn for bis mother, He U such a naughty bojr ; He the baby tried to smother, And he’* broken Fannie'* loy. Of the doll I gave to Ellen, He ho* melted off the noee, And there really I* no telling To what length his ulechief goes. Last night he pal a cracker 'Neath his Aunt Jcmlmak chair, Arid he told me such a whopper, When 1 asked how It came there. Then when poor old Mrs. ToodU-s Was just starling off by rail, He tied her two fUt poodles Fast together by the tail I It roally h quite shocking How one's nerve* he daily jars; How be puts pins into one'* blockings, And Cayenne into one'* cigars. Ton may guess that many another Boyish tricks he's daily at, Bo I'll ,*pank him for his mother, Am a tliwome little brat. STANZAS TO THE CONFEDERATE DEAD. •T COL. W. WIXSTON rOYTAlNB, or TA. [Written whllo a Prisoner of War.) U. S. Military 1’rwox. I Johnston's Inland, Ouio, Jrne.. IBM. J Comrades, sleep your sleep of glory, In your narrow soldier graves, Though the flag you gave to story Oil the breeze no longer waves. Gently sleep, though hopes most cbcrlsbid Vanished when you nobly died ; Though your country's cause has perished, >’©u for her the world dulled. With our trusted falchion l>rok*o— Nought to ward a hoatilo blew— Festering sink the insults spoken— luaults to a fallen fool Dastard InsulU 1 Aye, wo feel them 1 Tingling veins and faces bum, And tho onguifhrd tear comes burning, That no blow ws may return. That the gallant crimson banner Now is trailing on the ground ! That its thousand true-heart followers Lis beneath the grassy mound ; That our true and patriot chieftain In a fortrowi prison pines; While la every town and hamlet btcel of bated fee nun slimes. Victors of a hundred battles, With a death wound in the breast, By tho infant, cro it prattles, Shall your honored graves he drtst I Children’s children shall adore you | l«et your Sunny South bo free, And the germ your blood has watered Shall become a glorious tree. Tee, with tramp of martial legions, Shall our bills and plaint resound ; Lets and Jacksons be their lewder*, Stuarts, Aslibys there be found ; And Dio Ulocd-red banner blazing With the starry Southern era*, O'er the hero sons of heroes Shall again in victory to* Comrades, sleep your sleep of glory, Though tho Hag you gave the story Now is trailing, soiled and gory, Chained beneath the victor's car; But that chain your sons shall sever I Raise your fag with stern endeavor, Where defeat shall meet it never— Where Us stars shall gleam forever Grandly through the Southern air. Ladies Should Read Newsatpehs.— It is a gront mistake in female education, ■ays an intelligent writer, to keep a young lady's time and nttontinn devoted to the fashionable literature of tho day. If yo u would qualify her for conversation, you must givo her something to talk about, give her education with the world and its transpiring events. Urge her to road the newspapers and become fa miliar with the present character und improvements of our day. History is of some impor tance, but the past world is dead, and we have nothing to do with it. Our thoughts and our concerns should bo for the present world, to know what it is, and improve tho condition of It. Let her havo sti intelligent opinion, and be able to sustain a conversation concern ing the mental, moral, political and reli gious improvements of our times. ErrsiaroRE Prayer.—A correspond ent of the Evangdlist heard the Bishop of Michigan nay that for fifteen hundred years from Christ down, no such thing us extempore prayer was heard in tho church; on this the aforesaid correspond ent thus comments: "I thought of Peter walking on tho water, 'Lord, save moof whom Jacob Knapp used to any, that ’if he had been obliged to hunt up a Prnyer-lrook for it, ho would havo been fifty feet under wa ter bufort^lia could have got the page.’ I thought of Jonah in the wh do’s belly, to whom a book must have been very in convenient, but I romombor that Jonah was before Christ; yat I doubted if tho bishop would avail hiinseif of that fact for answer. 1 thought of tho publican iu the temple, ot the jailer at Philippi, nnd of a good many other cases. Bui the Bishop is entitled to his opinions, I suppose. He is said to bo a little 'High Church,’ whatever that means.’’ THE CUTHBERT APPEAL. Cut liber t, Georgia, Friday, February 8, 1867. No. 15. MISCELLANEOUS. Wliat came of a Valentine On the evening of tho 18th of Febru ary, 1850, two young men snt in a com fortably ftmilshod room in n largo Now York boarding house. A bright tiro glowed in tho grate, well chosen engrav ings adorned the walls, nnd a bright light was diffused about tho room from an Argand burner. Let mo introduce the occupants of tho apnrtment nn Tom Stacey nnd John Wilbur, young men of twenty-five or thereabouts, who were known in business circles, ns Stacey & Wilbur, retail dry goods donlerB, No. — Broadway. They had not been in business long, but were already doing unusually well. They had taken apartments together, ono of which is now presented to tho render. •Has it occurred to you, Wilbur,’ ask ed his partner, removing his cigar, nnd knocking away his italics, ‘to-morrow is St. Valentine’s day ?’ ‘Yea, I thought of It this afternoon, as I was walking up from the stdVo.' ‘So did I, und to somo purpose, too, as I will show you ’ Tom Stacey went to tho drawer, nnd drew out a gorgeous valentine, nn el«b urate combination of hearts, doves, etc. ‘What do you think I gave for that ?' ho inquired. ‘I don’t know, I nm sure. It appear* to bo very elegant.’ ‘It cost mo ten dollars. ‘Whew I' whistled Wilbur. ‘It strikes me you «ro either very extravagant or very devotod. Mny 1 know wnnt fair damsel is to bo made glad by the rccoipt of this elegant missive ?' 'That is my secret,' said Tofn, laugh ing, ‘I don’t mind telling you, however. It's to go to Edith Cnstleton.’ 'I presume you fee) particularly inter ested in the young lady ?’ 'Not nt all. Hut 1 told her I would send her a valentine, cl In vcila.' Shan’t you conform to tho custom of tho day ?' ‘I had not thought of it,’ said Joun, thoughtfully, 'but 1 believe I will.’ ‘And what fair lady ehull you select ob tho recipient f 'You remember tho poor Beninstrone who occupies an attic in tbu house.’ ‘Yes, 1 have met her on tho steps two or three times.’ 'She looks ns if times wore hard with her,’ I think I will send her a valen tine.’ ‘And what good do you (hink it will do her f' nuked Stacey, iu surprise. ‘Wait till you seo what kind of n val entine I will send.' Wilbur weut to his desk, and taking out a sheet of paper, drew from his port, monnaio a ten dollar bill, wrapped it in tho puper on which lie had previously written: ‘From Bt. Valentine,’ nod placed tho whole in nn envelope. ■There,’ said he, ‘my valentine has cost mo us much bh yours, und I venture to soy it will be us welcome.’ •You are right. I wish now that had not bought this costly trifle. How ever, it is purchased, I will send it.’ Tho next day dawned cienr nnd frosty. It was lively enough for those who sat by comfortable fires, nnd dined at luxu rious tables, but to the poor, who shared none of these advantages, it was indued a bitter day. In tho uttio room, meanly furnished, sat a young girl pale and thin. Bho was cowering over u Bounty wood fire, tho best she could afford, which heated the room very iouuflieienUy. Bho was sowing steadily, shivering from time to time os the cold blast shook tho windows and found its way through tho crevices. Poor child I Life had n very black as pect for her on that winter day. Bbe wan alone in the world Thero was absolute ly no one on whom sho could call for as sistance, though she needed It sorely enough. The thought came to her moro than once in her discomfort, 'Is it worth while living any longer?* But eho re coiled from the sin of suicide. Bhc might starvo to death, but sho would not take tho life God had given her. Plunged in gloomy thought sho con tinued to work. All nt once a step was able mo to carry out tho plan I had in view.’ • • • • Eight years havo passed nwny. Eight yearn with their lights and shadows, their joys and sorrows. They brought with them the merry voices of children —they brought with them new made graves—happiness to some nnd grief to othoro. Toward the last they brought tho great commercial crisis of '67, when houses that soeined built upon a rock tottered to their full. Bo not too many remember that timo nil too well, when merchants, with anxious faces, ran from ono to another to solicit help, und meet only averted faces and distrustful looks? And how was it in Hint timo of universal famine with our friends—Stacey & Wil bur ? Up to 1857 they had been doing nn cxcelloht business. They hud gradually enlarged tho Sphere of their operations, nnd were rapidly growing rich when this crash came. They immediately took in sail. Both wero prudent, nnd both felt that this was the timo when this quality was urgently needed. By groat efforts they had succeeded in kooping up till tho 1-tth of February, 1868. tin that morning n note of two thousand dollars liecnme due. This was their last peril That surmounted, they would bo able to go on with assured con fidence. But this, alas 1 this was tho rock on which they had the most apprehension. They had taxed their resources to tho utmost. They had called upon their friends, but their friends were employed in taking care of themselves^ nnd thescl- fish policy was the ono required then. Look out for number one, superceded the golden rule for tho time being. As I have said, two thousand dollars wero duo on tho 1-lth of February. ‘How much have you got toward it?’ ask Wilbur, ns Stacey came in ut half past eleven. 'Throe hundred and seventy-five dol lars,’ was the dispirited reply. ‘Was that nil you could raise ?’ asked his purluer, turning pale. 'Arc you sure you thought of everybody ?' 'I havo been everywhere. I’m fagged to death,' was tho weary reply of Hta- cey, as he sunk exhausted into a chair. 'Then the crash must come,’said Wil bur with a gloomy resignation. 'I nuppoeo it must.’ There was a ailuuco. Neither felt in clined to Huy anything. For six ni nths they had been struggling with tho tide. They could sco shore, but in sight of it they must go dowu. At this moment a note wan brought in by a boy. There wus no poet marlr.—* Evidently it was n special inessongor. It wus opened ut once by Mr. Wilbur, to whom it wuh directed. It contained these few words, only: ‘If Mr. John Wilbur will call immedi ately nt No. — Fifth Avenue, ho will learn something to his grout advan tage.’ Thero was no signature. John Wilbur rend it with surprise, and passed it to his partner. ‘What does it mean, do you think ?’ 'I do nut know,' wus tho reply, ‘but I advise you to go ut once.’ 'It seems to be in a feminine handwri ting,’ suid Wilbur thoughtfully. ‘ 1 es. Don't you know uny lady on Filth uvunuo ?’ ‘Nono.’ •Well it is worth noticing. Wo have met with so little to our advantage, iatu- ly, that it will bo u refreshing vuriety.' In five minutes John Wilbur jumped into a horso cur, nnd was on his way to No. — Fifth avenue. lie wulked up to tho door of n mag nificent brown stone house und rung the bell, lie was instantly admitted aud shown into tho drawing room, superbly furnished. llo did not wait long. An elegantly dressed lady, scarcely thirty, entered, nnd bowing, said, ou do not remem ber mo, Mr. Wilbur?’ ‘No, madam,’ said ho in perplexity. 'We will waive that then, and proceed to business. How has your Iiouho borne tho crisis in which so many of our large! bur, starting bnok in amazement. 'You, surrounded with luxury 1’ ‘No wonder you are surprised. Life has strange contrasts. The money which you sent mo ncemod to coino from God. I was on the brink of despair. With it I put my wardrobe in repair, und made application for tho post of compunion to n wealthy lady. I fortunately obtained it. I had been with her but two years when a gentleman in her circle, immense ly wealthy, offered mo his bund in mar riage. 1 esteemed him. llo was satis fied with that. I married him. A yenr since ho died, leaving mo his immense fortune. You soo I havo nevor forgot ten you, having accidentally learned Hint my timely succor enmo from you. I re solved, that if ever fortune put it in my power, l would befriend you ns you nnd befriondod mo. That timo has come. 1 havo paid tho first installment of my debt, llolen Eustaco remembers the obligations of Holon Morris.* John Wilber advanced, nnd respect fully took her ha ml ‘You havo nobly repaid me/ ho said. ‘Will you also award mo tho privilege of occasionally calling upon you V 'I shall be most happy,'suid Mrs. Eus tace cordially. John took n hurried leave, nnd return ed to his stnro ns the clock struck ono. llo showed his delighted partner tho check which ho hud just received: ‘I haven’t timo to explain,' ho suid, ‘this mint ut on no bo cashed.' Two o'clock cuino and tho firm was Raved—saved from their Inst peril Henceforth they mot with nothing but prosperous gules. What more? Helen Eustace bnsagain changed her name. Bho is now Helen Wilbur, and her husband now livoj nt No.—, Fifth Avunuo. And nil this enmo of n valentine. FArrs Worth Kbmemdbhino.—A cor respondent gives tho following facts worth remembering: It is worth while for (armors overy whereto roincmber that thorough culture is bettor than three motgugos ou their furin. That nn offonsivo war against weeds is fivo limes less expensive than a defensive ono. That good fences always pay better than law-suits with neighbors. That huy is n groat deal cheaper made' iu tho summer thuu purchased in the winter. That a horso who lays his ears back nnd look lightning when any ono np- pronchos him, is vicious. Don’t buy him. That scrimping the feed of futtening hogs is n waste of grain. That ovor-fud fowls won’t lay egg That educating children is money lent at a hundred per cent. That ono evening spent nt homo in study is more profitable than ten in loung ing about country taverns. That cows should always bo milked regularly, and clonn. That it is tho duty of overy man to take sumo good, reliable, entertaining paper, (tho Cuthbcrt Appeal, for instance) und pay for it promptly—of course. Bkrmoxh ako their PukaCusm.—An articlo la the London Review concludes with the following sensible romark : “Thero ig nothing moro disgusting than affection, whether in the pulpit or out ol it. Everything that is artificial, that is not genuine, displeases, moro es pecially when it is brought into matters of such great and vital moment as reli gion. Tho old Baying Dint wo must weep ourselves if wo make others weep, lies nt tho root of all preaching. Men must feel tho value una importance of tho du ties which they desire to inculcute, und inculcating them, their hmgungo must come from tho heart. If this wero moro deeply felt, sermons would bo less dull nnd moro profitable. IVeunhera would bo guided moro by matter than by time; 1 they would loavo off when they had said their any, and would not prolong their discourses by vain repetitions, which v/enry und aro without profit, because they havo allotted to themselves a curtain fixed timo fur their sermons. heard ascending the stair case which led firms have gono down T to her room. Then there was a knock on tho door, sho nrono in *omo surprise and opened it, thinking that it must bo tho landlady or some one of thu ser vants. bho wns right It was a servant. ‘Hero's u loiter for you, which the post boy has just brought, Mias Mur- ’ i.’ ‘A letter fur mo ?’ repeated Hcllen Morris fn surprise, tak ing it from tho servant’s band. ‘Who can huvo written to mo Maybe it’s a valentine, Mias,’ said tho girl, laughing, ‘You know this is Val entino’s day. More by token, I’ve got two myself, this morning. One is a kar- aktor {caricature,) so mistress calls it.— Just look at it.’ Bridgot displayed a highly embellish ed pictorial representation of a family hard ut work ut tho wash tub, the cast of beauty being decidedly Hibernian. Hcllen Morris laughed absently, but did not open her letter whilo Bridget re rnsined—a little to tho disappointment of that curious damsel. Uollcn slowly opened tho letter. A bank note for tea dollars dropped from it to the floor. Bho eagerly read the few words on the paper,—‘From St. Valentino.’ ‘Heuvonbo praised,’said she folding her bunds gracefully. ‘The sum will in- John Wilbur smiled bitterly. ‘Wo havo struggled suoocaafulW till to day,’ ho answered. ‘But the end has ’ c n rre. Unless wo can rniso a certain sum of money by 2 o’clock we nro ruined.’ j •Wluit sum will save you?’ wus the la- dy’s question. ‘The noto duo is two thousand dollars. Toward this wo huvo but three hundred aud seventy five.’ ‘Excuse mu a minute,’ said tho host ess. bhe lull tho room, but quickly re-, turnod. •There,’ said she, handing a Bmnll Blip j of paper to John \N ilour, ‘is rny check ( for two thousand dollar*. You can re-j pay it at your convenience. If you i should require more cornu to mo nguin-’ ’Madam, you havo saved us,’ cried Wilbur, springing to his feet in delight. ‘What can havo inspired in you such a benevolent interest in our prosperity ?’ ‘Do you remember, Mr. Wilbur,’ said the lady, ‘a certaiu valentine containing a ten dollar note, w hich you scot to u young girl occupying an uttio room of your lodging bouse, about eight years since V ‘I do distinctly. I have often wonder ed what became of tho young girl. I think her name was Helen Morris.’ ‘She.stands boforo you,’ wus the quite response. ‘You Helen Morris !’ exclaimed W»l Lira’s 11aitient Period. — Kingsly thus declares his evidence or. this d spit ted point : There is no pleasure that 1 huvo experienced like a child’s midsum mer holiday. Tho timo, I moan, when two or three of us used to go away up thu brook, nnd tuku our dinners with us, nnd coino homo at night tired, dirty, hap py, scratched beyond recognition, with a great nosegay, Ihrea little trout und one shoo, the other having been used for a boat, till it had gone down, with all bund*, out of soundings. How poor our Derby days, our Groonwhich din net s, where there are plenty of nice girls, after that ? Depend upon it, a man nev er experiences such pleasure or grief, ufter fourteen, ns he uooa before, unless in somo cases in his first love-making, whon tho sensation is new to him. For Sunday.—The following is to bo read every Sabbath morning, just before starting to Church : •Mary, do you remember the text this morning?’ ‘No, father, I never can ro- member the text, I’ve such a had motno- ry. 1 ‘Mary,’ said mother, ‘did you no tice Busan Brown?’ ‘Ob, yes! What a net, duno up, a pea-green silk, a black lave mantilla, brown gaiters, an imitation of u Honiton collar, a lava bracelet, her old ear-drops, and such a lun ! ob, my !’ Mother—‘Well, my daughter,your mem ory is improving.’ From the N. O. Ploayuno.] NOT QUITE A WEDDING. "There’s many s slip ’twist the cup nnd the lip.” A matrimonial engagement, which wns expected to culminnto in mnrringo Thurs day night, crime, wo loam, to a very sud den and abrupt termination a fuiv hours before the timo appointed had ar rived. « From motives of delicacy, wo forbear publishing tho names of the parlies,— Tho lady resides in tho first District, on a street between St. Joseph and Girod. She has boon ntinchod to a young man for some time, nnd finally mnrringo was agreed upon. A short time since she en trusted her devoted intended with n diamond ring, valued nt #1,100, which she desired to havo repaired. The hap py day that was to mnko tho two one flesh, rolled around, nnd preparation wns made in grnnd style for tho approaching nuptials, nnd a large number of curds of invitation transmitted to their mutual friends. Thursday morning tho oxpecnnt bride groom culled on tho young Indy who was so soon to become tho partner of his joys and his sorrows, nnd seeking a pri vate interview, with great contrition con fessed that ho could not produce tho diu- niond ring ; thut in n moment of emer gency ho hud pawned it, nnd could not then redeem it. The smile of glndnoss which lit up tho features of tho young lady to that mo ment gave way to a deathly pnlor, her lip® quivered and hor cy«s flushed with indignation. Sho turnod coldly from her suitor, nnd informed him that from that momout all connection betwoen the two ceased—thut sho would never become his wife. The young man pleaded with great earnestness, but all in vain, tho young Indy wns inexorable, and nothing ho could otter would shako her resolution. With a heavy heart oud a downcast counte nance he left the bouse. At night, in accordnnco with the invi tations issued, a largo party gathered nt the residence of the young ludy, and their surprise wns great when they loam od tho stuto of affairs. The young ludy took matters very philosophically; sho retained a gay nnd pleasant demoanor toward tho guests; she evidently had determined that though sho did not bccomo a wife that night, sho at least would have u merry timo of it; and so all did, and in tho festivities of the evening tho real cause which led to tho assemblage wns almost forgot ten. Whether tho fuir one reveled in roso- uto dreams ns sho reclined on hot- lonoly pillow wo oiuniot tell; those of the dis- appointed bridegroom must havo been dm k ami dismal. The whole nfluir wns novel nnd singu lar, nnd has created considerable gos sip. % CHARACTER 18 POWER. It is often suid that knowledge is pow er, nnd this is truo. Bkill or faculty of any kind carries with it superiority. Bo, to a curtain extent, wealth is power, and genius has a transcendent gift of maste ry over .nen. But higher, purer, better than all, more constant in its influence, more lusting in its sway, is tho potror of character—that power which emanates from n pure und lofty mind. Tuko uny community, who is the mnn of most influence ? To whom do all look up with ruverenco ? Not the “smartest” man, nor the cleverest politi c-inn, nor tho most brilliant talker, hut hu who, in a long course of years, tried by tho extremes of prosperity und adversity, has approved himself to the judgment of his neighbors, and of nil who have seen his life, ns worthy tq bo called wiso nnd good. IIow to Measure Corn in tiir Cam.— After leveling tho corn, multiply tho length und breadth of the house togeth er, und the product by the dcith, which will givo tho cubic feet of tho bulk of tho corn ; then divide the first product by 12, und tho quotient will bo thu number of barrels of shelled corn contained in the house or crib. If there bo u remain der after thu division, it will bo us many twelfths of a barrel of shelled corn over : example. 12 feet long. 11 foot bi oud. 132 C feet dcop. 12)702 cubic feet. 60 barrels of shelled corn. 6 bushels in a barrel. 330 bushels of ebollud corn. Down on Him.—On onu occasion Lo- ronzo Dow, whilo preaching, took tho liberty of denouncing a rich man in the community recently deceased. Tho re sult wns un arrest, a trial for slander, und imprisonment in the county jail. After Lorenzo got out of his “limbo,” ho an nounced that, in spite of this (in my opin ion) unjust punishment, ho should preach at a given time, a sermon about “unolhar rich man.” Tho populace wus excited nnd a crowded audience greeted his ap pearance. With grout solemnity ho opened the Bible nnd read : “And thero was another rich man who died and went then etopped short and seem ed suddenly impressed. “Brethren, I shall not mention tho phreo this rich man went to, for fear he has tonio relatives in this congregation who will suo me for def imati jir of churetcr.” A CONTRAST- Hero stands a Federal camp. A thou sand and ton thousand snow-white tents sweep farther than the eyes may reach. The Btnr Spangled Bunuer of richest silk floats on tho breeze, which swells with tho “IInil Columbia” or “Yankee Doodle” of some grnnd band of brass which has figured in thu saloons of the metropolitan cities. Block and well-fed war horses neigh nnd prnneo; grout herds of lowing cuttle nro seen ,<\ the rear. In yonder tent officer.-* with blaz ing insignia nnd rich broadcloth send tho jest around over nil tho viands of Ful ton market und wines of France. Tho champagne pops. The fumo of regalias scouts the uir. Velvety mats nnd cush ions and cunningly-devised camp equip- page are surend around. Books, news paper* nnd stationery, maps, charts and pictures ! Enter again. This timo you are in tho soldier*’ tent. What comfort able blankets and oil cloths and over coats which might defy the powers of Greenland ; what well-tilled haversacks; n little store warms him, good coffee cheers him ; nil of these oxen bleod Ijr him, nnd well-baked bread crowns his board I See that yellow flag. It covers the hospital. Enter if you plenso. Thero nro piles of bandages, pill* nnd potions nnd specific* in neut boxes, and vessels of gluss crown tho shelves. Those cases are tho most exquisitely fine instruments of surgery. Those suiyoons and those nurses are practiced und expurt. Thero are cordials nnd wines in those bottles. Thero nro lemons und ico nnd all tho delicacies of tho tropics in thoso enclos ure*. The Bick men are clothed in tine linen and repose on gonial couches. That body is being embalmed to be sont home. Oh, dreary contrast! Wo are now in u Confederate camp ; no tents are here; tho wur has worn them out. No silken banner flouts—it is in shrods nnd patches and cannot bo replaced. Tho solitary fife and drum discourse tho inspiring strains of “Dixie.” Lank nnd worn tho war horse plucks the leaves and bdrk* tho trees ; a few cowe, tough and old and attenuated, await their fate. Un der that treo gruy frocks, faded nnd worn, with sumo luce and embroidery, an old newspaper, printed on ono side, ar.d an old map and spy glass used in thu Mcx- ioan wur, tell thut Btouowull Jackson or Forrest are thero. Around that fire, smoko dried,reclining on the naked earth, two or three on a blanket, us a matter of economy ; the overcoat in tuttors, the haversack is turnod insido out, tho can teen has been traded for from n Yankoo prisoner, tho cloak bus boon picked up on a bnttlu-tiuld—you havo tho Confed erate soldier ! Those boots gape and let iu tho cold nnd rain ; that nnt has boon shot to piocos ; those pantaloons havo lost aix inches of tho extremity— but when can they bo replaced ? Tho soldier cooks his bard meal bread and toasts his bnoon on tho embers, and in his tin uup lie has contrived n substitute for coffee. Noblo soldier 1 He is rot cursing the commissary or quartermas ter, but recounting tho ndventuros of yes terday, in which many a dear comrade went down, telling rough jokes of tho day, or rejoicing in tho glorious conflict of arms which the morning will bring for lli. But wo have said nothing of our hos pitals. Beok not to recall thu aickoniug picture. At first wo did very well, but soon, oven the ordinary comfort* wero impracticable, and thousands died from tho mere wunts of those ministrations of medicine and genial stimulants which it bernmo importable to provide l Let us at least do the army of tho North the justice to say that, although it had thousands of base and bud men in its ranks, it hud thousand* of noble and true onus, and that, although it robbed and plundered nnd burnt and dcsoluled nl times, ityot often protected and saved. Some of its lenders wero just men nnd groat men. The fiscal report ot their chief in command was like a thrilling ro- munce of tho middle agon. Never com mander since tho days of Xerxes or Al exander swayed the movements of such host* or regulated thu military move ment* of n million of men operating with a common plan and in accord in u mil lion and n half square miles of territory. Tho world had seen nothing grander be fore, und is not likely soou to see it uguin.—DeBow't lit view. ®l)t tfutljbcrt Slyptal. RATES OF ADVERTISING l On* dollar p«mqiur« of las lines for th* first Is •erUon, and HeTentj-flre Cent* per aqusrs for Ntk ■ubiequent ioeerlion, not *zoe«dlnf three. One equero three months I I 09 One equtre one year tO 00 Fourth of s eoluain ill month* $0 90 Half colons tlx month* TOST One column fix months 109 9<1 Marriage.—Jeremy Taylor say of marriage: Marriage is tho mother of the world, nnd preserves kingdoms, and fills cities, nnd churches, and Heaven itself. Celi bacy, like tho fly in tho heart of nn apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone, nnd is confined and dies in singu larity ; but marriage, like tho useful boo, builds a house, and gathers sweetness from every flower, and labors nnd unites into societies and republics, nnd sends out armies, und feeds tho world with delicacies, und promotes the interest of mankind, and is that state of good things to which God hath designed tho prescut constitution of tho world. tar Tho residence of Gon. Forrest was entered by rubbers on tho night of the 15th instant, who carried off two gold watches, a pocket book containing #200, bis parole und other valuable ar ticles. •Sir The heart of one who has lost a friend is ever ufier like the ocean shell: Tho tenant is gone, but tho soft low murmurs of content born of its caresses, are shrined in tho rosy cell* fortver. HUMOROUS. Thcr* is a man in the moon, and * man nod woman in the honeymoon. Lawyer*’ mouths, like lurnptko gate*, open for pay. The young lady who wns driven to distraction, nnd to walk back. The only poetry n hundsomo girl ap preciates is written with moustache ou her lips. They havo got a fellow in Jail in Keene, New Hampshire, lor swindling. He dried snow and sold it for Balt. Cun a mnn who has been fined bv the magistrates, again and again, bo suid to be n refined man ? Tho boy who was caught looking into the future, has been arreetod for trying to see tho show without payment Go to stnngcis for charity, acquaint ances for advice, and relatives for noth • ing nnd you will always have a supply, A “great brute of n husband” adver tised in tho morning papers for a “stout, ublebodiod mnn to hold his wife’s tonguo 1” “I keep an excellent tnble," suid n Indy, disputing with one of her boarder*. “That mny bo true, niu’um,” taya he, “but you put very litUo on it.” A farmer saw nn advertised receipt to ? rovcnt wells nnd cisterns from freexinp. I o sent his money and received this for an answer: “Take in your well or cistern on cold nights, ftnd keep it by the tire.” On n winters’ night, when the moon shone bright, nnd the snow was crusted o'er ; with n maid as fair us seraphs ire, I slid down the hill still lower. Ero wo reached tho placo, (liko n horse on * race,) our swift gliding sled careened ; nnd with tressrs fuir, streaming back ou the air, need tall it went emd over tend. “Mny I bo married, inn ?" usked n pret ty young Miss of sixteen. “What do you want to get married for ?” inquired her mother. “Why, ma, you know the chil dren havo never seen any ono married, and I thought it might please them a little, Unit's all.” ‘ Nonsense I you can’t fool me,” romurked the old la dy, with u significant shuke of tho hoad. Josh Billings, in his advico to a young Indy as to how she shall receivo n propo sal, nnyB: “You ought tow take it kind, looking dowu hill with an expreshun nbont naif tickled nod Imtf senrt. After tho pop is over, ifyure luvyer wants tow kiss you, I don't think I would nny yes or no, but let tho thing kind of tuku its own coureo." “Mother I Mother I hero’s Zeko fret ting tho baby”— mnko him cry again, Zoko ; then mother will give him some sugar, I'll take it away from him; then he’ll squall—and mother will give him somo moro, nnd you can take that, and then We’ll both have some. A store koopor, tho other day, stuck upon tho door tho following laconic ad vertisement : A“ boy wanted. 'The noxt morning on opening tho store, he beheld a little urchin in a basket with the follow ing labol; “Here he is." Thore is a man out West so forgetful of faces that his wife is compelled to keep a wofur stuck on the end of hor iioso, that ho mny distinguish her from other ladies; but this does not prevent him from mak ing occasional mistakes. Tho TalIuhn8seo-(Fln.) Sentinel gives tho following "not!*” an a Specimen of tho currentiitcrnturo of Fernnndina : Notis 8trnyed from my flock One mail boie and 2 Uhemtiil Boughs supposing to bo in Georgy. Any Man thut will produce them I will pay tho above Bum or what ho asks. Bedford B. Nix, Rosidunta nt Bubots Store. Not Had for Sambo. —A Richmond columpornry relates : At tho Opera House tho other night, thu following scene occurred : Tim—Now, look hero, nigger, can you tell mo the difference between u man's occupation nnd his businuAs ? Josh.—Why ’taint no difference. A man’s occupation is his business, and hi* business is his occupation. Tim.—N ow, nigger, is you s fool ? Aint Jeff. Duvis in ocoupntion of For tress Monroe, and is he got Qny busi ness dnr ? Josh.—Dnt nigger alwny* wns smart Soknk in a Hotel.—Strangor—huvo you u good sti'oug porter about tho home? Clerk (csgorTy)—Yes, we have tho strongest ono about tho place.— Stranger—Is ho intelligent ? Clerk—Oh yes, sir, quito intellijicnt for n poiter, wo think. Stranger—One point moro. Do you couaider him fcnrless—that is, bold und courageous ? Clerk—As for thut matter, I know ho is ; he would not be afraid of tho devil hiinseif. Btrungor— Now Mr. Clerk, if your porter is intel ligent enough to find room No. 117, fear less enough to enter, und strong enough to got my ti uuk uwuy from tho bedbug*, I would like to have him bring it down. W&, Matrimony is not buckwheat cakes, war bed*, comfortable slippers, smoking coffee, rod lip* round anus, kind words, shirt* exulting in buttons, re deemed stocking*, bootjacks, happiness, etc., etc. Uurruhl Single blesrcdners is sheet-iron quilt* blue noses, frosty rooms, iue in thu pitch er, unregenernted linen, beetles* sock*, coffee sweeteuod with ici les, guttapercha bifeuit*, flabby steak*, dull razors, corn*, coughs, colics, rhubarb, inixery, 9tc%Jkv., Ugh,

Georgia Historic Newspapers

The Cuthbert appeal. (Cuthbert, Ga.) 1866-1884, February 08, 1867, Image 1