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THE GREENSBORO’ HERALD.
VOL. 11.
THE HERALD
PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT
GREENSBORO’ GA.,
BY
J li SPENCE
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oct26- ATLANTA GA,
FLAXTERS HOTEL.
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA.
NEWLY furnished and refitted, unsurpassed
by any Hotel South, is now open ■ to the
Pnblio
T. S. NICKERSON, Prop’r.
Late of Mills Howe, Charleston, and Proprietor
of Nickerson’s Hotel, Columbia, S. C.
AMERICAN HOTEL
Alabama Street
ATLANTA, GEORGIA.
WHITE & WHITLOCK, Proprietors.
Bryson and Wjley Cerks.
Baggage carried to and from Depot free of
charge,
M, A. STOVALL. H. EDMONDSTOX
St ovall & Edmomlston.
WAREHOUSE and GENERAL,
Commission Merdnints
v — O
Factors in COTTON Grian, Flour
PROVISIONS Sfc
t ( 2 arreit Block, Jaekson street,
AUGUSTA GA
attention given to the
sale of Cotton .Large stontge accommo
dation.
JNQ S. FAIRLY. RUTLEDGE WILSON.
J, S, FAIRLY & CO,
WHOLESALE DEALERS IN
WHITE : GOODS, HOSIERY
»
FANY O C3-OOXDS
SMALL WARES GENERALLY
NiO. ;« H aync Street
Charleston, S. C.
s;p2SL»3im
WOOD &, ALLEN.
WATCHMAKERS AND JEWELERS
ATLANTA Ga.
tI’ILL execute all work in their line with
*’ Leatuess and dispatch. Bflp23,—3w*
F. HORSEY.
Successor of
HORSEY, AU T E N A CO
Bats; saps anb Strain foobs
No. 25 Eayne-Street,
CHARLESTON, S. C.
"W B INfcT «Z3 ■ T u.WI. Ji“ T M*. M.
IDR. ‘W- JVIOT^GrA.IsT
i itlMi
his office over Elsas & Adler’s stbre, fiom
Bam till 3 o.clock p m
J. M. HOLBROOK,
HATTER
"WhitHiall Street,
ATLANTA GEORGIA
Still on Hand with a good Seloctionof
FALL ANDWINTER HATS
Os the Very Latest Styles which ho offers to
the Trade, at Wholesale or Retail,
CHEAP FOR CASH!
Also a Fine Selection of
LADIES AND MISSES FURS
Sets Sable, Sets Mink, Sets Fi.ch
Sets Squirrels, Sests Colored Muskrat,
Sets French Coney. Children s Set
Wfiite and Blue Sets, ranging in Price mos
6T05200
Highest Cash Pr*.3 Paid for Furs of all Kinds,
Baver, Otter, Mink, 'U-.sk Rat. Wild Cat r
House Cat* Coon, Fox Opossum, Rabbit, Deer
Hides, Bear Skins.
T . M. HOLLBROOK,
oct26-lm V; uenall street, Atlanta, Ga,
M. HYAMS & CO.
Cenral Commission Merchants
At Dorties old Stand
i7S B road st
AUGUSTA GA.
And Dealers in
FX N E GROCERIES'
WINES, i
LIQUORS,
SEGARS
SHOES and HATS
pg~ Lime Piaster and Cement alwajs
on hand and for sale. sep2B—Cm
U. P. STOVALL, D. E. BUTLER,
01 Augusta Ga. Os Madison Morgau
SOYALL A BUTL.ER,
Cctton Warehouse
AND GENERAL —
Commission Nlercbants
Augusta , G;.
HAVE formed a Partnership for the pur
pose of conducting the above busi
ness, Tt ey v/ill devot, their best energies
to advance th : interests of their or m
e s in the
Storage and Sale of Cotton and
other Pro ' ce.
M. r. Stoall is wc.l .vnown as having
been successfully engaged for many years
in this business.
D. E, Butler is also faorably kawvn as
long connected with the -Planting interest
and public enterprise of the .State.
Otlice and Sales Room eonerr of Jackson
and Reynold Streets, now occupied by M.
P. Ntovall, •
sept 7 ts
Augusta Hotel.
AUGUSTA, : : i : GEORGIA
S. M. JONES, Proprietor.
rpillS Leading. Fashionable Hotel, has
X been newly and elegantly furnished,
and is no- nrepaietf to extend a '"Georgia
Welcome.”
<; ,i ,r.o. u. lONKUL'ii'-.f u:-ric
may lo—U
GREENSBORO’, GA., NOVEMBER 9, 1867.
POETRY.
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L'carcst Love, Believe me.
BV THOMAS PBISOr.g.
Dearest lovo ! believe m»,
Though all else depart,
Nought shall e’er deceive theo
In this faithful heart ,
Beauty may be bligbted,
l'outh may pass away,
Hut the vows we plighted
Ne’er shall know decay.
Tempests may assail us
From affliction's coast,
Fortune’s breeze may fail us
When we need it most r
Fairest hopes may perish,
Firmest friends may change;
But the love we cherish
Nothing shall enstrange.
Dreams of fame and granduer
End in bitter tears ;
Love grows only fonder
With the lapse of years ; ,
Time and ohange and trouble,,
Weaker ties unbind,
But the bands redouble
True affection twined.
THE DYING SOLDIER.
[Col. Christie of North Carolina, fell mortally
wounded at the battle of Gettysburg, while he
was gallantly leading his men egainst the ene
my’s breastworks. Ho was taken to Winches
ter, where he was nursed tenderly until his
death. He longed to see his young wife, his
darliDg Lizzie but wheD she reached Winohes
ter he was dead. Ilis last words were, kiss me
for L;zzU.’—Extract of a letter.
“The bravest are the tende est.
The loving are the daring.”
I am dying, is she coming ’-throw the window
open wide,
Is she coming 7 Oh ! I 'ove her more than all
the world beside.
In her young and tender beauty, must, oh !
must she feel this loss 7
Saviour, hear my pcor petition, teach her how
to bear th's cross.
Help her to be calm and patient when I mou 1-
dor ia the dust,
Let her say and feel, my Father, thit thy ways
are true and just.
Is she coming 2 Go and listen I would see her
<ac9 once more,
I would hear her speaking to me, ere life's
fitful dream is o’er,
I would fold her tomy bosom- look into her soft
bright eye
I would tell her how I lovo her—kiss hor onco
before I die.
Is she coming 7 Oh ! ’tia evening, and my
darliag comes not still.
Lift the curtain—it grows darker —it is ruaso*
on the hill,
All (he evening dews are falling -I am cold, the
light is gone.
Is she coming! Softly, softly comes death’s si
lent footstep n,
I am going- come and kiss me-kiss me for my
darling wife.
Take for h-r my parting blessing—take the las 1
f ,nd k iss of life.
Toll her I will wait to greet her where the gooo
and leve'y are.
In that home untouched by sorrow —tell her she
must meet me there.
Is she coming ? Lift the curtain--let me see
the failing light,
Oh ! I want to live to see her, surely she wi 11
come to-night,
Suerly ere the dayli ht disth, I will fold her to
my breast,
With hor_boad upon my bosom, calmly I could
sink to rest,
It is hard to die without her, look, I think she’ 3
com ng now,
I can almost feel her kisses on my faded cheek
and brow,
I can tlmost hear her whisper, feel ha r breath
upon my cheek,
Hark ! I hear the front door open—is she com.
ing? did she speak ?
No: Well, drop the curtain softly-I wll see
her face no more
Till I son it smiling oi me on the bright and
bettor shore.
Tell her she must come and meet me in that
Eden land of light.
Tel 1h er I’ll be waiting for her where there is
no death —no night,
Tell her that I called her darling-blessed her
with my dying breath
Come and kiss me for my Lizzie--tell her love
out-liveth death.
Richmond, Va.
Ji Southern reconstructs mat
was recently questioned very closes
lv by the President to the effect of
certain orders issued by General
Pope. Concerning the one allow*
ing negroes to 6it as jurors, he re
plied that it was generally depre
ciated and obnoxious even to res
constructionists. lie gaye a3 his
belief that if any Judge should at*
tempt to disqualify them by pro*
nonuofng them incompetent, though
this was found to be in the inter
ests cf society, it would nullify the
t reeonstnicUon law.
An Interesting- Relic.
Gen. Washington's Watch.
Wa were yesterday permitted by Gen.
Bushrod Johnson to inspect what in believ
ed to be the time-piece used by no less a
personage than Gen. Washington. It was
“captured” ny a Federal officer or soldier
near tlm CUv of Washington, some time
during the war, and subsequently came in
fo the posssssion of the late Major W. H.
Folk, of Maury county, in (his Slate. Be
fore his decease, Major Folk requested that
the watch be returned to the Washington
family. It was believed t' at the object
could be best effected thrCugh Gen. Aobert
E. Lee, uml he was informed es the circum
stances connected with this invaluable me
mento of the Father of his Country. Gen-
Lee, in his letter of reply, wrote that he
knew nothing ot the whereabouts of those
properly entitled to the watch. In a sub'’
sequent letter, however, to Ggn. Johnson,
he states Hint lie will eoir municatc with the
family and ascertain the necessary facts. —
Mrs. James K. Foil, of this city, to whom
the relic was forwarded by the widow of
Major Folk, has therefore placed it in the
hands of Gen. Johnson, who will forward it
at once to Gen. Lee.
The time piece in question to which so
much historical interest necessarily attach
es, is, of course, quite antiquated in design.
It is of the pattern so popular with "our
forefathers, and styled bytheir irreverent de
scendants “bull’s eye.” On the back is
neatly engraved the initials “G. W.” The
quality of the gold is remarkably flee, and
the case is worn thin by long usage.
Unlike the majority of our modern
watches, the miuute hand makes the com
plete circuit of ihc dial plate, while \he
hour hand traverses a space only .about as
large as is allotted by our watchmakers to
the bu-y little index which marks the
seconds. The uames ol “Andrew & Rob
inson, Lancaster.” show from whoso hands
it first came, and Hie number “1007” that
the} did r.o mean business in their line.
The subject—this watch of George Wash
ington is indeed a suggestive one, but we
spare our readers. It is lo be hoped that
the la. m-nto will era longfind its way back
to the rightful owner.
“The Old Woman.”
Once she was “Mother,” ami it was‘•Moth,
er, I’m hungry,” “Mother, meud my jack
et,” “Mother, put up my dinner,” and
“Mother,” with her loving hands, would
spread the bread and butter, and stow away
the luncheon, and sew on the great patch,
her heart brimming with aftoction for the
imperious little curly pate that made her
so many steps, and nearly distracted her
with his boisterous mirth.
Now she is the “olil woman,” but she did
not think it would ever come to that. She
looked on through the future years, and saw
hei boy to manhood grown, and he stood
transfigured in the light oi ter own beauti
ful love. Never was there a more noble
son than be: honored of the world, and the
staff of her declining years.
Aye, he was her support even .then, but
she did not know it. She never realized
that, it was her little boy that gave her
strength foi daily his slender
form was all that upheld her over the brink
of a dark despair. She only knew how she
loved the child, and felt that amid the mist*
of age his love would bear her gently thro
its infirmities to the dark hall leading to
the lile beyond
But the son had jforgotten the mother's
tender ministrations now. Adrift from the
moorings of home, he is cold 5 selfish, heart
less, and "‘Mother” has no sacred meaning
to the prodigal. She is “the old woman, ’
wrinkled, gay, lame and blind.
Pity her, O grave, and dry those tears
that roll down her furrowed cheeks ! Have
compassiou upon her sensitive heart, and
offer it thy qli jt rest, that it may forget
how much it longed to be ‘"dear mother”
to the boy it nourished through a carelcts
childhood, but in return for all this wealth
of tenderness has only given back reproach.
Not A Bad idea. —In the good
old tinted in Prussia a girl w.. 0
owned a little property--a hunt or
a fishing boat —was thereby legal
ly authorized to pick out a husband
tor herself. If she wished to com
mence her “frijagad’' (hunt fora
husband) she would hang up ncr
blue apron iu lront of the door of
her house, and post herself behind
it. The young men of the village
would then pass by the apron,one
by one a long procession, and
dressed up in their best Sunday
clothes. As soon as the right one
appeared, the girl would rush out,
throw her arms around his neck,
and within three weeks there was a
wedding.
The Eolith.
We e>py from the Nashville (I t zeUe an ex
tract from a lecture delivered in that oity by
| Father Ryan, author of the “Conqurcd Ban
iner”:
A land without ruins is a land without memo
ries -a land without mcmori.s is a land
without liberty. A lard that wears a laurel
crown may bo fJr to see , but twine a sow sad
cypress leaves arouud tto brow of any land and
be that laud barren beautiltss and b'eak, it
! becomes lovely in its consecrated oronot of
| sorrow, and it wins the sympathy of the bean
and of history, Crowns of roses fads—orowns oi
tnorna endure. Calvaries and sruoUUii ns tukr
deepest root of humanity—tho triumphs o*
might are transient—they pass and are forgot
ten—the sufferings of right are graven deepeatou’
the ohronicleof nations,
Yes give me a land where tho mins are spread,
And the living tread light on the hearts of the
dead,
Yes, givo me a land that ia blest by the j-'at,
And bright wi h the Jo ds of the down-trodden
dust
Yes, give me the lind whore the battle’s red
blast
Has flashed on tho future the form of the past
Yes give me a land that has legends and lays
That tell of the mein'ries of long-vanished days,
Yes, give mi a land that hath story and song,
To tell of the strife of the right wi'h the wrong
Yes, give me a land with a grave in o.ich spot,
And namoa in the graves that shall not be
forgot,
Yes give me the land of the wreck and the
tomb
There’s a ganduer in graves, there’s a glory in
gloom
For out 4 of thog loom future brightness is bom,
As after the night Ic-oms the sunrise of morn,
And the graves of the dead, with the grass
overgrown
May yet form the footstool of Liberty’s throne,
And each singlo wreck of the war path of might
Shall yet be a rock in the temple of light,
I>o It Well.
’There, that’ll do,’ s t-id Harry, throwing
down the shoe brush, my bo- ts rion’t look very
bright. No matter. Who cares 7'
■Whatover is worth doing is worth and ung well,
i replied a sorious bul a pleasant voice,
I Harry started and turn-.-d round to see who
[ spoke. It tvis his father. Harry Vy’tLhed. His
father Slid, 'Harry, my boy, your boots look
wrotchodly. Pick up your brush and make
them shine... fl hen they look as they should)
come into tho library:’
‘Ye-, pa,' replied Harry, p uting, aLd taking
up his brush in no very good humor and brush
ing the dull boot until they shone nicely-
When tho bouts wero polbhod he went to h
father, who taid.to'kim,
‘My san, I want to tell you a short story. I
once knew a poor boy whose mother tauitht, him
tho proverb,‘Whatever is worth doing is worth
doing well ’ That boy wont t > be a servant in
a gentleman’ family. He took pains to do eve
rything well no matter how trivial it geemed.
His emp'oyor was pleased and took him into
his shop. He did his work well there
When he swept out the shop he did that wett-
Wbcn ho was sent on an errand, he went quick-
V. and did his work faithfully Whon he was
told to make out a hill or to enter an uecouut, he
did that well,
This pleased his employer so that be advanc
ed him from step to step, until ho become clerk’
then a partner, and now be is a rich man, and
anxious that his son Horry «houll leitm to prac
tice the rule whieb made him prosper,
‘Why, pa, wore you a poor boy once V
‘Yes my son, so poor that t had to go into a
fainilj and black boots, wait at table, and do
other little menial services fora living. By do
ing those things well I was soon put, as I have
tol l you, to do things more i«n,.grtant, Obedi
ence to the proverb, with God’s blessing, ma lt
mo a rich man.’
llarry never fmgot the conversation. When
ever ho felt li:o slighting a bit of work, he
thought of it, an 1 felt sparred to do his work
properly “Whatove- Is worth doing is worth
doing well,” ch’ ered him in b s deify duties.
The following beautiful alienor/ is tr'.ins
isted from the German :
Sopbronius, a wire teacher, wt.nlj not
suffer even his grown up 'sons and daugh
ters to associate with those whose conduct
was not pure and upright:
••Dear father,” said the gentle Eulalia, to
him one day, when he forbade her iu cJm
pa: y with her brother to. visit the volatile
Lucinda, “dear father, you must think us
very childish, if you Imagine we should be
exposed to danger by it.”
The father took in silence adiad jcoal
from the hearth, and reached it to his
daughter. 1 ■ will ?ot burn yoa, my child,
take it.”
Eulalia u . *». and behold her delicate
white hand was soiled and blackened, and,
as it ehane and, her white Ureas also.
■\Ve cannot Im too careful iu handling
coals.’ said Eulalia, in vexation.
‘Yes, truly,' said her father, ‘you see my
child, that coals, even il they don't burn:
blacken. So it is w ith the eompayy of the
vicious."
NO. 28.
The JJaelielor.
In tlic vast field of human af
fection, Bays a contemporary, the
old bachelor is the very scare-crow
of happiness, who drives away the
little birds of love that comes to
steal away the little hemlock seed
of loveliness and Jispair.—Where
is there a more pitiable object on
this earth than u man v*ha lias no,
amiable woman interested in his
welfare? How dismal docs his
desolate room appear, when he
comes home at night, weary and
hungry; a barren table and a lone
ly pillow, which looks like the
white urn of every earth’y enjoy*,
uient, See the old bachelor in tho
dark afieruoou of life, when his
heart is sinking to its sunderaucol
Not a solitary star of memory
gleams over his open grave 1 No
weeping wife to bend like a com
forting angel over his dying pil
low and wipe the death damp front
his brow ! No fond daughter to
draw his chilly hand in the soft
pressure of hers, and warm the icy
blood with the reviving fires of
availing affection ! No manly hoy 1
to link his breaking name with thd
golden chain of honorable society,
and bind his history in the vast
volumes of tho world he is leaving
forever, lie lias eaten and drank,
and drank and died, lie had little
to do than cram his soul into tho
&rcumferenco of a sixpensc, and
no human being, save his washer
woman, will breathe a sigh at his
funeral.
The Right Persuasion. —ln a
terrible agony a soldier lay dying
in the hospital. A visitor asked
him, ‘What church are you of?’ ’Of
the church of Christ; he replied*
I mean of what persuasion are
you?’ then inquired tho visitor.
‘Persuasion!’ said the dying man,
as his eyes looked heavenward,
beaming with love to the Savior;
I am persuaded that neither death,
nor life, nor angels, nor principal
ities,nor powers,nor things present,
nor things to come nor height, nor
depth nor any other creature shall
be able to separate me from (lie
love of God which is iu Christ
Jesus.
Aint You a Yank. Tljo O,
Statesman is responsible for the
following: while one of the conduc
tors on the western bound train of
the Central Ohio liailrony was
taking up tickets on his train oil
Friday last, ho came to u southern
family, in which was an intelligent
little bright eyed girl of about
eight summers, who eyed the con
ductor with more than oi dinar*-
interest, and then burst into tears,
ar.d addressing the conductor, says
Aint.you a Yauk'.” ‘No dear, said
the kind hearted conductor, hut I
am a L'uiou man. Well, uia, says
the innocent child, he looks just
like the man that stole our cows
aud niggers.
An English paper says: ‘A lady
residing near Ayr. has a pet ter
rier, which among other accom
plishments performs the duty of
domestic letter carrier, The other
morning his task was easy, for
there was only one letter, and a
way lie trotted with it as usual His
miaticss was rciurningto the house
and passing the window,was alarm
ed at seeing i'ido. instead of lay
ing the letter on the chair, tosS it
in the lire. Rushing into the room
the lady rescued the epistle, with
only or.o corner singed. Judge of
her surprise [and account for the
fact, yo sceptics, as best ye can) to
lind the letter the indignant Fido
had trieo to commit to the llauies
was a tax paper with a charge of
Is for himself. The incident is the
more singular, as he never previ
ously took any such liberty-"
If,as the poet says, 'beauty draw’s
us witli a single hair, then-what oh,
tell us what- must be the effect of a
modern waterfall,
The Denocrats of Ohio have just
cast one devil outol the United
States Senate, and'the negroes of
Tennessee have cast another m*
So the Satanic spirit of the Senate
will remain uuehuuged.
