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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.