Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

THE GREENSBORO’ HERALD. VOL. 11. THE HERALD PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT GREENSBORO’ GA., BY J li SPENCE Terms. One copy pet Htunttn, ----- $2 50 The Atlanta Intelligencer JARED IRWIN WHITAKER Proprietor. Subscription and Advertising Rates TER.uS OF SUBSCRIPTION, Bai'jr, per month t 1 OO Daily, 12 month. 10 00 Weekly, 6 months 2qo Weekly, 1 year 3 00 •Single copies at the oounter 10 Single copus to Jiews Boys end Agents 5 RATES OF ADVDRTISING For each square of 10 lines or less, for the first insertion SI, and each subsequent insertion B 0 cents 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. c.; . : '"x 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.