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VOLUME YI.
MY HUSBAND.
Who in my youth said, "Dearest, come.
Forsake your precious childhood’s home,"
And with me o’er the wide world roam?”—
My husband.
Who gently led me in the way.
And caused my heart to bless the dry
That took me from my homo away?—
My husband.
Who at first sounding of alarm
Would fold round me his loving arm.
To shield mo from impending harm?—
My husband;
Who at first token of distress,
Exhibited by restlessness,
Oft soothes mo by his fund caress?—
My husband,
Who, if long, watchful nights there be,
Whon sleep sweet sleep—won’t come to nlo,
Will keep awake for company?—
My husband.
Who, when I, with each netve unsttutlg;
Next morn move round my cares among,
If 1 should fret, would "hold his tongue?”—
My husband.
When, it in haste, to mar biir bliss,
One word is thoughtless said amiss,
Who asks forgiveness with a kiss?—
My husband;
Who through all changing seasons of life,
The bright, the dark, tiro peace, the strife,
Would call me naught but "precious wife?”—
My husband.
When on the couch of suffering laid,
With throbbing pulse and aching head,
Who anxious watches round my bed?—
My husband.
Who, whon of kindred clotr bereft,
And my sad heart in twain is cleft,
Troves that my dearest friend is left? .
My husband.
When overwhelmed with grief and fears,
And through the gloom no star appears,
Who chee.s my heart and wipes my tears?—•
My husband.
Who, when I’ve done with all below,
And death’s dark waters round me flow,
Would lain writU me o’er Jordan go?
My husband.
— Harper's Magazine.
. MISCELLANY ’.
THE BOY PATRIOTS.
A Revolutionary Incidents
BY E. B. VV.
History is filled with the deeds of
flic men of the Revolution, nor are the
patriot women forgotten by the jour
mils of ’7O; but where is the historian
who tells of the boys of that gloomy
period? There were boys in the Rev
olution, boys of noble patriotism and
dauntless boys who Would not
become traitors, though the rack and
gibbet con'routed them; boys wlio
toiled with an endurance and boldness
unequaled in the annals of a nat on
for the independence of the 'Old Thir
teen.’
Let us relate an instance: It was in
the year 1177. Philadelphia was in
the hands of Howe and his inhuman
soldiery, while the field of Brandy wine
pave American people an evidence of
British humanity. The inhabitants of
I’enusylvania and Delaware were at
the mercy of their foes. Bands of
Hessian dragoons scoured the vicinity
of Philadelphia for miles and
committed acts which would have dis
graced a Vandal.
On the evening* of an autumn day a
group of boys, ranging in age from
1- to 17 years, were gathered together
on the steps of a tcnantless storehouse
i'l the village of Newark, Del. The
town seemed lonely, and, with the ex
ception of the youthful band reterred
to, not a human being met the eye.
A’l the men capable of bearing arms
had left their homes to join the army
of Washington, on the Schuylkill. A
youth of 16 years, mounted on a bars
tel, was giving an account of the dis
astrous battle of liraudywine. James
Wilson, the narrator, was a bold boy,
enthusiastic in bis love for the Ame is
ican cause, and possessed of no little
intelligence. ll.s bright blue eye and
flaxen hair gave him an effeminate ap
peuranee, but underneath that plain
homespun jacket throbbed a heart that
never quailed in danger, nor shrunk
before an obstacle,
Ilis father was commander of the
Delaware regular troops and his
tnotli r was dead. The boy concluded
his narrati n, and was deeply lament
ing that he could not join the army.
‘I am not old enough/ said he, *but
had Ia musket I would not stand idly
here, with my hands hanging useless
•\y niy side. I have spent nearly a
week trying to find one, but my efforts
are of no avail. I strongly suspect
that old 'lory Livingstou has several
secreted in his but, as he per**
blits ho one to trespass on his land,
I am unable to say positively. If
there are any boys that will help me,
I will search his house this night.
The whole party immediately vol
unteered, and the young heroes so On
Started for the house of the old Tory.
Livingston had long been suspected
ofliarboiing British spies, and some
ot his former laborers had reported
that he kept up a regular correspon
dence with the British commander.
At all events, ho was generally re
garded by the Whigs as a dangefoiiS
man, and therefore avoided. His house
was situated a short distance from
Whiteclay Creek, on I lie side of a Steep
hill, surrounded on all sides by tall
trees. It was just such a place as one
might suppose suitable for the plotting
of treason. At the time James Wilson
and his little band left the deserted
storehouse in the village of Newark,
dusk had given place to the darker
shales of night: still it was not dark;
the new moon was perfectly distiiis
guishable. At length they gained a
bank of the creek, and slowly follow
ing the winding path, soon caine to a
low bridge which crossed a shallow
rivulet leading into Whitelay. Here
they stopped, and Wilson and one of
his companions went forward to recon
noiter. They had not proceeded far
before they heard footsteps. Conceal
ing themselves behiud a tree, they dis
covered that that the person approach
ing was George Livingston, the old
Tory's sum Wilson darted out and
seized him by the ueck, and the two
boys soon dragged him to the spot
where they had left their companions
The Tory’s son was struck dumb with
fright when he found himself in the
whole group of boy-heroes, with the
Vise-like grip of James and Frank on
either arm. He was so frightened at
their threats that he promised to tell
them all if they would not injure him.
The blue eyes of JatneS glistened
with joy, and lie som gained from the
Tory’s son a revelation which stamp
ed his father a traitor of the most ap
pulling character. lie discovered that
Old Livingston not only kept up a
correspondence with the British com
ihandeiy but that he had succeeded in
his traitorous designs that the village
of Newark was to be burned to ashes,
and its women and children left ex
posed to the pitiless foe. The old
Tory was to receive as his reward the
land whereon the village stood, and
an annual pension from the British
Government.
Hut, stranger than all, the plot was
■to bo consummated on the very night
the Tory's son had been captured,
while lie was going on an errand to a
Tory neighbor about two miles distant.
The little band of heroes learned, too,
that the British troops bad secured
their horses in Livingston’s stable,
and intended to descend the creek in
a large boat. There were twenty of
them besides their Captain* Major
Bardstone, the leader of the band, was
in temper and in heart a thorough
demon, and scrupled not in his cruelty
to destroy the slumbering infant or
sickly wife. Not a few m that youth
ful baud of patiiots trembled for a
widowed mother or defenseless sister.
Some were for departing immediately,
but James Wilson, still retaining his
grasp on the Tory's son, ordered all
to be silent. The prisoner was tied
hand and foot, a thick handkerchief
bound over his mouth to prevent him
from calling assistance, and a stout
cord fastened to his breast and wound
about a tree. Wilson then told his
little band to follow him, r.ud in a few
moments they stood on the summit of
a precipice which overhung Whiteclay
creek.
‘Now, boys/ said he, ‘if the narras
tive which we have just heard is true,
we must make the best of the occasion.
The Briiisn band will pass this spot
in their boat—the creek is deep, swift
and narrow here—and., as we-have an
hour to work, let us busy ourselves iu
rolling some of these large rocks to
the edge of the precipice, and when
the red-coats pass below let us siuK
them to the the bottom.'
Each boy set to work, and in on in
credibly* short space of time nine huge
rocks were balanced upon the edge of
the precipice. The creek at this point
was directly overhung by the mass of
rock on which our heroes stood. If
the British band descended the creek,
they would certainly pass this spot;
and, if they passed it, then death was
their certain fate. In about ail hour
the boys detected the measured beat
of muffled oars.
Closer came the doomed loyalists,
and the hearts of the boy patriots beat
wildly in ther bosoms. Peering cau
tiously over the cliffs, James Wilson
saw the Tory boat slowly but surely
approaching; An officer stood on the
bows guiding the oarsmen by bis or
ders, and the epaulets on his shoulders
told that he was the identical fiend,
Major Bard stone.
When the boat was about twelve
feet from the rock, the boy leader fell
securely behind Ins stone defense, and
shouted:
‘Who goes there?'
lii a moment the oarsmen Ceased
rowing, and gazed with astonishment
above them. The impetus which the
boat had acquired caused it to drift
slowly beneath the rock, and, just as
it was fairly below* came forth the
doomed words:
‘Cut loose in the name of Liberty!'
Each boy pushed his rock at that
instant, and the stones foil. A loud
shriek from the dark waters told how
well the plan had succeeded, and as
tlie exultant boys again looked over
the rock nothing was seen but a few
pieces of floating wood.
The boat had been broken to pieces,
and the occupants had found a watery
grave beneath the Whiteclay. A cry
of victory burst from the joyous lips
of the youthful patriots, and it was
echoed along the shore.
When the boys went to the place
where the had left their prisoner they
found that in the efforts to free him
self GeorgeLiviugston had been caught
by the fatal cord and choked to death.
There was no tune for repining; the
traitor and his son had met their de
served doom, and there was no room
to mourn the loss.
Old Livingston’s house was search
ed, and, to the surprise of every one,
not only guns, but three brass fielcL
picCes, three barrels of powder, and
an abundance of ball, etc., were found
concealed in the Tory’s cellar. The
militaiy stores fouud here were given
over to the American troops, and found
a joyful welcome at their headquarters.
Had not the British party been defeat*,
ed the town of Newark and the whole
northern part of the State of Delaware
would have been overrun by predatory
bands of British soldiers. Janies Wil
son and Frank the lea lers of
the band that Newark, both
joined the army of Greeny, and served
with distinction in the Southern cam
paign. Frank fell in the memorable
battle of Eutaw Springs, bewailed by
all who knew him. James Wilson
lost a leg at the siege of Yorktown,
and retired to his native village, but
mortification ensued, and he died from
its effects.
The village of Newark still stands,
and has become a town of some celeb
rity. The scene of the defeat of tire
British by the boy patriots is still
pointed out, and it is a sacred spot in
the annals of Newark.
Such, reader, were the acts of the
boys of'7o, and, though they have no
monumental pile to preserve their
memories, they live in the legends,
songs and verses, where they will ex
ist forever.
Tire Fair Sex.
We talk of pretty women as if they
of all others were the elect; as if wo'
man’s sole claim to admiration rested
on the fine eyes or luxuriant hair. ‘ls
she pretty?' is the first question asked
Concerning anew acquaintance, as
though that embrac 'd the whole sub
ject. If a man likes a woman, in the
lexicon of masculinity, it signifies a
Woman interesting from whatever
cause. Who has not heard women to be
called pretty who could hardly boast
of handsome features? Who has not
been acquainted with those enjoying
a wide reputation fir prettiness who
had any other physical charms? She
who has a, distinctly graceful manner,
or an elegant air, or a line tact, or a
talent for conversation or quick sym
pathies, or cordial ways, or the art of
listening well, albeit plain in the face
and of ordinary figure, is frequently
styled pretty, aud the adjective is re
peated until it is fastened upon, and
is constantly associated with her.
Merely pretty women do not rule so
ciety*—never did and never will. When
beauty is allied to pleasant manners
or accomplishment, tact, quick wit,
then indeed it is all powerful; other
wise, a really plain woman who lias
conspicuous graces of mind and man
ner will prove more than a match for
her beautiful, insipid sisters.
EASTMAN, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JULY 11, 187S.
Pursuit of Knowledge.
Ignorance and indifference are boon
companions. Anomalous as it may
seem, the msn who knows but little
is seldom anxious to add to his stock
of knowledge, while the individual
who is really well informed is never
satisfied except when adding to his
stock of information. Striving after
improvement, Studying the cause and
effects of the change about us, quick
ens the faculties, broadens the judg
ment, increases the powers of man
kind. lie who is content with simply
plodding along in the steps of his fore
fathers, with taking everything for
granted without asking the reason
why, becomes .contracted, ignorant,
selfish and uncharitable. He is willing
to see with another’s eyes, listen with
another’s ears, or accept anothei's
reasoning, may as well be blind, deaf
and devoid of miild.
Our faculties are like a chest of
tools if never polished or
sharpened, they are simply deal met
al, and useless in the accomplishment
of design and purpose. Every flower,
every blade of grass, every dewdrop,
every summer shower and wintry
blast* the bright sun. the pale moon,
th 6 twinkling star, all speak tons in
eloqnenl language of the Creator that
made them. But millions lose the les
sons which nature teaches because
they can attach no meaning to what
they see or hear. The great book of
nature is open to us all, reason, in
stinct, appetite,selfpreservation prompt
us to read ; yet how few ever get be
yond the alphabet of knowledge, be
cause of an indolent manner and hab
it.
The occupation of the mind by the
pursuit of knowledge is of itself a good,
since it diverts from evil, elevates and
refines mind, strengthens the judg
ment. Bread and butter, pigs and
geese are not ail there is in life. The
humblest mind in its leisure moments
may seek pleasure and satisfaction in
the contemplation of higher and nobler
thoughts. Herein lies the great pow
er and advantage of associated move
ments in the direction of farmer's
clubs and grange clubs, in encourag
ing and stimulating thought, discus
sion, investigation ; in lifting man out
of the every-day ruts of life and hard
ships into the clearer atmosphere and
improvement. Farmers, young and
ohlj join your neighborhood club, put
your shoulder to the wheel of pro
gress, and exercise your brains as
well as muscles in the noble cause of
agriculture.
More Quickened Conscience.
A fair-to-medium Detroiter went
to supper the other night to find that
his wife had entered the house only a
moment before him, and he naturally
inquired where she had been :
‘Richard/ she answered in a very
Sober way, ‘I have been to consult a
fortune-teller.’
‘What!' lie exclaimed, turning pal •
in an instant and staggering against
the wall.
‘Yes, I have been to consult a for
tune-teller/ she said as tears came to
her eyes.
‘Bosli ! madam! Fortune-tellers are
humbugs—swindlers—liars.’
‘Richard, this fortune-teller told
me—'
‘I won’t hear it ! I want none of
their nonsense !' lie interrupted.
‘Richard, it concerns you !’
‘I don't care ! I want my sup
per*! have no time for foolishness
now !'
‘llichard, she says that you arc— ’
‘I tell you I won’t hear any of her
balderdash ! She lied about me, of
course, and I’ll make her take it back
or go to prison.'
‘Richard, won’t y*ou let me say thal
she said you were gradually killing
yourself by too clise attention to busi
ness V
‘Did she say* that V
‘Why, of course she did V
‘Lizzie, forgive my harsh words. I
see that they tell the truth and the
truth only*. After supper I'll get a car
riage and we 11 lido out, and while we
are down town you'd better get that
new bonnet you spoke of!' —Free
Press.
A little Athol bay # guilty of some
misconduct upon be*ng asked why he
could be so naughty replied that he
thought he was not doing anything
very wrong. ‘That’s no excuse/ said
his mother; ‘thinking doesn’t help the
matter much/ ‘Well, mamma/ said
he, ‘what’s the use of having a think
er, if you can’t think?’
A few years ago, says a New York
paper, a large drug store in this city
advertised for a boy. The next day
the store was thronged with appli
cants, aiiiong them a queer-looking
fellow, accompanied by his aunt in
lieu of faithless parents by whom he
had been abandoned.
Looking at this little waif, the mer
chant in this store said :
‘Can't take him ; places all full.—
Besides he's too small.'
‘1 know he's small ’ said the woman,
‘but lie's willing and faithful.'
There was a twinkle in the boy's
eyes which made the merchant think
again. A partner in the firm volun
teered the remark that he did not seo
what they wanted of such a boy; be
wasn’t huger than a pint of eider.—
But after this consultation, the buy was
set to work.
A few days later, a call was made
on the boys in the store for someone
to stay all night. The prompt response
of the little fellow contrasted well
with the reluctance of the others. In
the middle of the night, the merchant
looked in the store to see it all was
right, and presently discovered his
youthful protege busy scissoring la
bels.
e l did not fell you to work at
night.'
‘I know you did not tell me to ; but
I thought I might as well bo doing
something.'
In the morning the cashier got or
ders to double that boy’s wagev “for
he was willing.” Only a few weeks
elapsed before a show of wild beasts
passed through the streets,- and very
natural ail hands in the store rushed
to witness the spectacle. A thief saw
his opportunity, and entered in the
rear door to seize something, but in
a twinkle found himself clutched by
the diminutive clerk aforesaid, and
after a severe struggle, captured.—
Not only was robbery prevented, but
valuable articles stolen from other
stores discovered. When asked by
the merchant why he stayed behind to
watch when all the others quit the
store the reply was :
‘You told me never to leave the
store when others were absent, and I
thought I’d stay.’
‘Double that boy's wages; lie is
willing and faithful ' said the mea
chant.
Tn 18G9, that boy was receiving a
salary of twenty-five hundred dollars,
and in 1870 had become a partner in
the establishment.
The moral of this story is, ‘Where
there’s a will, there's a way.' The
key to success is 'willingaod faithful.’
There is a vacant place for all such
boys as the hero of this tale.
All Interesting Ceremony.
No ceremony is more interesting 1
than the one winch binds a pair to
gether as man and wife. To see two
rational beings in the glow of youth
and hope, which invests life with a
halo of happiness, appear together and
acknowledge their preference for each
other, voluntarily enter into a league
of perpetual friendship, and call heav
en and eaith to witness the sanctity of
their vows ; to think of the endearing
relation, and the important consequen
ces which arc to flow from it, as they
walk side by side through life, partici
pating in the same j<*ys, the sharers of
each other’s sorrows ; that the smiles
which kindle to ccstacy at their union
must at length be quenched in the
tears of the survivor , to consider all
this, the epitome of the whole circle
of human sympathies and interests,
awakens the deepest and holiest feel
ings of the heart.
. .
A mother thus writes: ‘'Once a
week invariably—and it was general
- when we had cold meat minced—l
gave the children a dinner which was
hailed with delight and looked for
ward] to —this was a dish of boiled
onions. The little things knew not
they were taking the lestof medicine
for expelling what most children sufler
from—worms. Mine were kept by
this remedy alone. It was a medical
man who taugnt me to cat boiled on
ions as a speciflc for a cold in the
c iest. lie did not know at the time,
till 1 told him, that they were good
for anything else:’
‘Belinda/ said fairC!arissa,‘why is a
kiss like that sowing machine of yours?’
I don't know. Don’t bother me/
‘l'd tell you why. It’s because it
seems so good/ Clarissa is going to
be married next week; Belinda is not,
therfore cannot enjoy the joke.
Wasting Time.
My dear boys, von make a great
mistake in supposing that the time
you spebd on the corner, trying to
smoke a cigar, is not wasted. Think
—or try to think—hotv much time and
money you are wasting, and for what?
The gratification afforded by the lounge
on the corner or the cigar is not only
temporary, but positively hurtful.—
You cannot indulge in them without
seriously injuring yourselves. You
will acquiro idle and wasteful habits,
which will cling to you with each suc
ceeding year. You may in after years
shake them off, but the probabilities
are that the habits thus formed in car*,
ly life will remain with you to your
dying day. Be warned, then, in time,
and resolve that, as the hour spent iu
idleness is gone forever you will im>
prove each passing one, and thereby
tit yourself foi* usefulness and happiness
—which can never cotno while you
waste each hour as it flies.
Something to Remember*
All persons, but young men espe
cially, should remember that polite
ness, or civility, or urbanity—which
ever you please to call it—is the oil
which preserves the machinery of so
ciety from destruction. We must bend
to one another ; we must step aside
now and then, and allow others to
pass ; wc must learn to speak pleas
antly when irritated, and to do many
things which may be hard, in order to
avoid collision. In a world of selfish
interest and selfish pursuits, where
every man is intent on his own special
good, we must adapt ourselves to all
the circumstances of our lives, and
nothing will facilitate this so much as
civility. Young men generally would
be astonished to find how much their
personal happiness, popularity, pros*
peiity and usefulness depend on their
manners.
An Important Discovery*
Wo learn that a quiet worker at
chemistry in this city lias discovered
an amalgam that cannot be told from
silver. Specimens of his manufacture
have been submitted to workers in
silver, who pronounco it to be silver.—
It was subjected to the usual test and
stood them as if it were really silver.
Sulphuric acid affected it no more than
it does silver. Its weight is the same
as silver. It looks like silver, feels
like silver, and can be worked like
silver. Its cost of production is about
one fifth that of silver—that is, a pound
of this amalgan can be made for $3 ;
silver is $lO. Specimens have been
sent to New York, and if favorably
reported on there, measures will be
immediately taken for its manufacture
on a large scale. Should it prove to be
as workers in silver here have pro
nounced it, silver coin will disappear
from circulation as money, for a coun
terfeit made of it could not be dis
tinguished from the genuine, thecoun
terfeit being of the same size, weight
color as the genuine, and will not fail
under Hie same tests applied to silver
to ascertain its genuiness. The bon
anza silver mine would become worth
less, and gold be the only precious
metul to be sought by miners. Silver
ware would disappear from the table,
to the great relief ol housewives, now
so troubled in taking care of the gen
uine plate, and the washed and plated
article would disappear along with the
genuine. No thief would think of
taking anything that had the appear
ance of silver, as the roboery would
not pay. We wish the new amalgam
success. — Cincinnati Enquirer.
The Journal of Health gives the
following:
There is scarcely any ache to which
children are subject so hard to bear
and difficult to cure as the earache—
But there is a remedy never known ;
to fail. Take a bit of cotton-bating,
put upon it a pinch of black pepper,
gather it up and tie it, dip in sweet
oil and insert into the ear. Put a flan
nel bandage over the head to keep it
warm. It will give you immediate
relief.
Nearly all the cases of typhoid fe
ver in the country come from the foul
and offensive privy vaults, and the
“mysterious dispensations of Provi
dence’' are generally Ilis protests
against filth and uncleanness.
In a paper on nerovus affections of
the heart a recent English writer
charges the free use of tea and tobac
co, as well as certain other excesses,
with being very frequent causes.
‘Never carry a concealed weapon
where it can be seen/ says the Pica
yune.
The lightning-rod swindlers will
soon begin to operate. Spare the rod
—but kill the agent.
Why is a fine woman like a locomo
tive? Because she draws a train after
her, scatters the sparks, and trans
ports the males.
It is a popular delusion that pow
der on a lady's face 1 as the same ef
fect that it has in the barrel of a mus
ket—it assists her in going off.
Scandalous Remarks by the Cincins
nati Breakfast Table : —The phono
graph will probably be calie l a ‘she/
because it repeats everything.
A newspaper man who breaks the
Sabbath, excuses himself thus: ‘lf the
fish are wicked enough to bite on Sun
day, they ought to suffer for it ’
What’s the use of chasing live but
ter Hies with a market basket or a fish
net when you can buy brass ones
which can't kick for ten cents apiece?
Sam Page, of Boston, is ahorse phi
lanthropist. One of his hobbies is
that all blindeis should be removed,
lie wants the horse to have a chance
to see a fellow kiss his girl.
•
A German farmer disputed his tax
bill. He said: ‘I pays the State tax,
the county tax, and the school tax;
but, by tarn, I pays no total tax. I's
got no total, and I never had any.
‘Heroine’ is perhaps as peculiar a
word as any in our language. The
first two letters of it arc male, the three
first female, the four first a brave man,
and the whole word a bnve woman.
An exchange says: “traces of the
late visit of the horse disease are still
apparent in this vicinity.' What has
become of the balance of the harness
and the running gear we are not told.
An Irish soldier called out to his
companion—‘Hollo, Pat! I have taken
a prisoner.’ ‘Bring lain along, then;
bring him along!’ ‘He won't come.'
‘Then come yourself.’ ‘He won't let
me.’
■■■■■—i ... .
Studious Old Lad s —‘Did you ever
read all about that great plague in
London, dearie?' Affectionate lluss
band—‘No, nor I doan't want tew;
hain’t it enough to 'ave a plague iu
my own house?'
Wife (sarcastically to husband com
ing home at five in the morning)—
‘Home already, my dear? Why, you
are early.' Husband—‘Yes, my love;
bat I didn't care about staying any
later; it was getting dull.'
‘Whisky is your greatest enemy/
said a minister to Deacon Jones. ‘But,'
said hlon’t the Bible say, Mr.
Preacher, that we are to love our ene
mies?’ 'Oh, yes, Deacon Jones, but it
don't say to swallow them/
A little four-year-old boy sat alone
in the parlor when anew doctor came
to see his sick mother. The doctor
naturally wished to make his acquain
tance, and said, ‘How old are you, my
son?' ‘l'm not old; I'm new/ said
the boy,
A school-boy gave his teacher this
illustrative definition of responsibility.
Boys has two buttons for their
ders 80's to keep their pants up. When
one button conics off, why there's a
deal of responsibility resting on the
other button.
It was the fault of the compositor.
The editor headed a report of the wed
ding, ‘Another Happy Pair/ and the
printer made it read, 'Another Sappy
Pair/ and the bridegroom is mad about
it. lie stopped his paper and with
drew his advertisement—and yet some
persons think the printer was more
nearly correct than the editor. _
NO. 28.