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C'vinnett herald. If EWES YARBROUGH. M . rEEPtES, Editor. ■ ” tks OF SUBSCRIPTION. KATEs dl _g2 00 »f s .** “ Bl " _PaJ ’ Bionev or P^ v,^ D g e subscribers, and Wf&Jg wishing their papers B’ a w ™rne post-office to another, of the post-office SwK thov wish it changed as well Kst to which they wish it sent. I LEGAL advertisements.^ ■tcage fi fa sales, t- u 500 ve to sell l an “- • 500 . of tend. p«f square J ™ tcrß of dismission..... * '"“2® ” “: :: :: :: »«® U-Sales of land, by administrators, K„ or guardians, are required by T held on the first Tuesday in the j£J«n ‘he hours of ten in the and three in the afternoon at Court-house in the county in which nmuerty is situated. LiS of these sales must be given in ablic gazette 40 days previous to the iotiw to debtors and creditors of an ite mast also be published 40 days, fotice for the sale of personal proper hust be given in like manner, 10 uavs lions to sale day. Lice that application will be made (the Court of Ordinary for leave to land must be published for four weeks. Stations on letters of administration, [dianship, 4c., must be published 30 L for dismission from administration, itidy, three months; for dismission L juardianship, 40 days, tules for the foreclosure of mortgages [t be published monthly, four months ; Ltahlishing lost papers, for the full L of three months ; for compelling L f ro m executors or administrators, he bond has been given by the de- L], the full space of three months. Lriff’s sales must be published for | weeks. [stray notices, two weeks. [ublications will always be continued Irding to these, the legal iequipments, Is otherwise ordered. IFtOFESSIONAL CARDS. J. WINN. WM. B. SIMMONS. HNN & SIMMONS. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, RENCEVILLK, GEORGIA. actice in Gwinnett and the adjoining lies. marl 5-1 y AX L HUTCHINS, GARNETT m’mIIJ.AN, rrenceville, Ga. Clarksville, Ga. jtchins Sr McMillan , ATTORNEYS AT LAW. Sees at Lawrenceville and Clarksville, pctice in the counties of the Western lit, anti in Milton and Forsyth of the [Ridge. mar 15-1 y J. n. glfnn~ ATTORNEY AT LAW, RENCEVII LE, GA. ill promptly attend to all business sted to his care, and also to Land, ty and Pension claims mar 15-6 m LEJR M. PEEPLES, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Benceyille, ga. ictices in the counties of Gwinnett, Jackson and Milton, nsion claims promptly attended to r 15-6 m IG. A. MITCHELL, CEYILLE, GA., under a continuation of services to the citizens ) constantly on hand a of drugs and chemicals, carefully prepared. I)., and surgeon, SEVILLE, GA. GL JACOBS, >N DENTIST, 1 to practice his profes ranches, informs the citi ville and vicinity that he ce in Lawrenceville from tb of each month. By to business, and rcason 'pes to secure a liberal warranted. mar22ly t O R E RTS, NEr AT Law, TTA, GEORGIA, all business entrusted to lue Ridge circuit; also '! Hall aud Gwinnett of ait. th Col. H. 11. Walker and Warrants and 'nst the United States jutie 14-(>m NE HOSUE, near the Car Shed, WTA, GA. u " - Proprietor. r lodging, 50 Cents. & Weekly Gwinnett Herald. T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR ] Vol. 11. The Old School House. 1 sat an hour to-day, John, Beside the old brook stream. Where we were school boys in old time, When manhood was a dream. The brook is choked with fallen leaves, The pond is dried away; I scarce believe that you would know The dear old place to-day. The school house is no more, John, Beueath the willow trees; The wild rose by the window's side No more waves in the breeze; The scattered stones look desolate, The sod that rested on lias been ploughed np by stranger hands, Since you and I have gone. The old gum tree is dead, John, And what is sadder now, The broken grape vine of our swing Hangs on the withered bough; I read our names upon the bark, And found the pebbles rare, Laid up beneath the hollow side, As we piled them there. Beneath the grass-grown bank, John, I looked for our old spring, That rubbled down the little path Three paces from the spring. The rushes grow upon the brink, The pool is black and bare, And not a foot for many a day It seems has trodden there. I took the old blind road, John, That wandered up the hill; Tls darker than it used to be, And seems so long and still; The birds yet flirt from bough to bough Where once the sweet grapes hung, But not a voice of human kind Where all our voices sung. I sat on the fence, John, That lives as in old time, The same half pan.iel in the path We used so often to climb, And thought how o’er the bars of life Our playmates had passed on, And left me counting on the spot The faces that were gone. Mule Artillery. Out in a certain Western fort, some time ago, the Major conceived the idea that artillery might be used effectively in fighting the Indians by di-pensing with gun carriages and fastening the cannon upon the barks of mules. So he explained his views to the commandment, and it was determined to try the experi ment. A howitzer was selected and strapped upon an ambulance mule, with the muzzle pointed toward the tail. When they had secured the gun and loaded it with ball cartridge, they led that calm and steadfast mule out on the bluff, and set up a target in the midle of the river to practice at. The rear of the mule was turned toward the target, and he was backed gently up to the edge of the bluff.— The officers stood around in a semi circle, while the Major went up and inserted a time fuse in the touch bole of the howitzer. When the fuse was ready, the Major lit it and retired. In a minute or two the hitherto unruffled mule heard the fizzing back there or. his neck, and it made him uneasy. He reached his head around to ascertain what was going on, and as he did so his body turned and the howitzer began to sweep around the horizon. The mule at last became excited, and his curiosity grew more and more intense and in a second or two he was standing with his four legs in a hunch, making six revolutions a minnte, and the howitzer, under stand, threatening death to every man within half a mile. The com mandant was observed to climb sud denly up a tree; the lieutenants were seen sliding over the blufl into the river, as if they did’t care at all about the high price of uniforms;the adjutant made good time toward the fort; the sergeant began to throw up breast works with his bayonet, and the Major rolled over the ground and groaned. In two or three minutes, there was a puff of smoke, a dull thud, and the mule—oh! where was he? A solitary jackass might have been seen turning suc cessive back-somersaults over the bluff, only to rest at anchor, finally, with his howitzer at the bottom of the river, while the ball went off toward the fort, hit the chimney in the Major’s qnarters, rattled the adobe bricks down into the parlor and frightened the Major’s wife int® convulsions. They do not allude to it now, and no report of the ex periment was ever sent to the War Department. Spanish Complaints Against the United States. —A Havana let ter says that the press there is much gratified at the turn of af fairs between England and the United States, and argue that Spain has more reason to complain of the United States, and more valid claims against the Washing ton Government for indemnifica tion, than the United States have against England on account of the Alabama claims. Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, March 20, 1872. ULYSSES AND THE EGGS. AFFECTING INCIDENT IN THE BOYHOOD OF OUR PRESIDENT. Abner Bung Contributes a Leaf to American History—Astonishing Precocity of the Youthful Ulysses —The Boy that Dared Not Tell a Lie. To the Editor of the N. Y. Sun: Sir —I have recently had the pleasure of a visit from the Rev. Jotliam Shillet, a venerable clergy man of the Hardshell Baptist per suasion, who, in the earlier days of his ministry, found his field of labor for a long time in Clermont county, Ohio, where our gifted President first saw the light of day. Mr. Shillet was intimately ac quainted with old Mr. Jesse Grant, and tells many interesting anec dotes of that gentleman and his now famous son. One of them 1 have thought worth sending to you, feeling assured it will afford great gratification to the admirers o£ the President, as it describes an incident somewhat similar to one which occurred in the boyish days of the great and good George Washington. The Old Mans Shanghai Fowls. When Ulysses was a small boy his father became the owner of a few Shanghai fowls, which were a rare curiosity in those days. These fowls the old gentleman took great pride in, and he could not be pre vailed on to sell any of the breed, or any of their eggs, although he gave away a few eggs, to one or two of his relations, on condition that none of the chickens should be permitted to fall into the hands of anybody outside of the family. Old Mr. Grant always sot great store by bis relations—an admira ble trait which his son has inher ited ; if he had not done so, he would never have allowed any of his much-prized Shanghai hens’ eggs to leave his possession. But so long as the breed was kept in the family he was contented. The Old Man's Troubled Countenance One afternoon the old gentleman was seen to leave the village gro cery, where he had been passing a few hours in discussing the ques tions of the day with his neigh bors, with a troubled aspect of countenance. He wagged his head savagely as he proceeded towards his home, and muttered indistinctly to himself as ho hastened along with quick and nervous strides. He had evidently received intel ligence which had moved Him strangely. On his way to his house he stopped and cut a formi dable hickory gad, about four feet in length, which he carefully trim med, after which lie proceeded with accelerated speed. The Boy's Favorite Recreation. When Mr. Grant arrived at home, his first inquiry was for Ulysses. No one had lately seen him, but after some search the old gentle man found the future President of the United States standing on his head in the corner of a barn. This was a favorite recreation with Ulysses in his youthful days; he had picked up the accomplishments at the time that he made his cele brated visit to the circus, when he rode the pony. I am informed that he has often attempted the feat since reaching maturity, but generally" with indifferent success. He never bad any diffiulty in get ting his head in the right position —the trouble was iu elevating his heels. The Reticence of the Boy. Upon hearing his father’s foot steps Ulysses reversed his attitude and anxiously scrutinized the pa rental features. The old gentle man’s face was Hushed, he was breathing quickly, and the pre cocious boy at once realized that there was music in the air. But he wisely held his tongue, and with a creditable reverence for old age, waited for his father to break the silence which prevailed. The old gentleman advanced, carefully concealing the hickory gad behind his back, and assuming a forced smile, coaxingly addressed his son : The Old Man's Invitation. “’Lysses, my son, come here; I've got a nice present fur you.” “Can’t see it, pop; too thin; that's played; I’ve been there,” artlessly responded the boy, and although his eyes had twinkled on hearing the word “present,” he never moved. At the same time, ! however, his eyes glanced iu all ] directions, as if seeking an oppor- ! “ COAIING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE! ” tunity to bolt. But it was of no use; his father had him fairly cor nered. The old gentleman, who was al ways a man of great sagacity, at once saw that he was master of the situation, and that further con cealment was useless. So bring ing the gad to view he drew it carelessly through his fingers, as with a grim, suspicious smile, which Ulysses only too well knew, he mildly addressed his offspring : The Boy's Ingenuousness. “'Lysses, my son, do you know how Deacon Potter come to have some of my Chinee chicken aigs?” Ulysses hesitated but a moment, and then, with quivering lips, the noble boj r ejaculated : “Father, it will never pay to tell a lie; I hooked the aigs and sold ’em to the deacon, but”—lie hurriedly added as file gleamed from the old man’s eyes, and the gad was raised on high—“but I *biled ’em !” “Biled ’em ?” said old Mr. Grant, greatly agitated. “Yes, biled every dog gone one of ’em, and the old deacon’s hens can set on ’em till the cows come home, but they won’t never hatch iiarry chicken.” The Old Man's Admiration. “Come to your daddy,’’ exclaim ed his father with outstretched arms, “I’d rather you would hook and sell a thousand biled aigs than have that breed of Chinee chick ens go out of the Grant family.” The blushing boy advanced to his parent, who patted him on the head and regarded him with good parental pride. “And ro you biled ’em ?” the father said. “Well, now I never! Wlio’d a supposed the boy would have thought of that. 'Lysses, my son, I’m proud of you. You'll be President of the Unit 'd States yet, if you only keep on. And you served ihe old deacon jest right. What did you get for the aigs— biled ?” Ulysses cast a suspicious glance at hi« father, which the latter ob serving, hastily added : “The money’s your’n, my son ; you’ve earned it fairly, and you shall have it.” “Thus re assured, Ulysses proud ly responded : “He gave rue a dollar for half a dozen of ’em.” “A dollar for half a dozen of ’em— biled ? ’ exclaimed the old gentleman, greatly excited. “You lie, ’Lisses, ho didn’t ; did he though ?” The Old Plan's Impoliteness. “He gave me a round silrer dol lar for ’em,” answered the truthful boy. “A round silver dollar,” said the old gentleman witli an incred ulous air. “Let me see it, my son.” Ulysses produced a foiir-bladcd knife from ids pocket, and careful ly ripping open the lining to the waistband of his trowsers, brought forth the Coin from its place of concealment, where he had inten ded to keep it until the Fourth of July. The impulse of patriotism manifested itself in our President at a very early period of his life- The old gentleman took the dol lar in his hand and examined it carefully. As ho gazed upon it a pleasant expression rippled over ids features,spreading and spread ing until his whole countenance beamed with a satisfaction and delight, aud every wrinkle in his venerable visage became an indi vidual smile. Then with tears of joy and pride streaming from his eyes lie said to the boy; The Old Man's Honest Pride. “’Lysses, my son, you’ve hon estly earned this money. There’s few boys of your age would have thought of bilirig the aigs. The money is yours—your own. And for fear that you should lose it 1 will keep it for you." So saying the old man dropped the coin in a capacious leather purse, and placed it in his pocket, lie ha 3 been keeping that dollar tor Ulysses ever since. This little story is very interest ing, not only as showing the ex- J traordinary foresight of the elder Grant in predicting while Ulysses . was yet but a child that ho was destined to adorn the Presidential J chair, but also as illustrtiug the j great truths that the hoy is the fattier of the man, and that as the J twig is bent so is the tree inclined. MORAL. If General Grant in his ohifd hood had met with the misfortune of having been trained to a reck less indifference to the value of money, it is not likely that his admirers would now be able to boast that he is not only the great est and wisest, but also the weal thiest President who has held the reins of government since this nation has existed. And this, too, when only a few years ago he was selling leather in Galena on a sal ary of eight hundred dollars a year. If any one doubts the entire authenticity of this story I have permission to refer him for confir mation of truth to my venerable and pious friend, the Kev. Jotham Shillet, whose present post-office address is Sodom, Putnam county, New York. Yours, for Grant’s re-election forever, Abner Bung. Take the Paper. Why don’t you take the papers ? They’re the life of our delight; Except about election time, xlnd then I read for spite. Subscribe! you cannot lose a cent, W'hy should yon be afraid ? For cash thus'paid is money lent Of interest four-fold paid. Go, thou, and take the papets And pay to day, nor pray delay, And my word for it is inferred, You'll live until you’re gray. An old neighbor of mine, While dying with the cough, Desired to hear the latest, news, While he was going off 1 took ihe papers and I read, Of some new pills in force ; He bought a box—and he is dead; No—hearty as a horse. 1 knew two men, as much alike As ever you saw two stumps, And no phrenologist could find A difference in their bumps. One takes the paper, and his life Is happier than a king’s, His children all can read and write, And talk of men and things. The other took no paper; and While strolling through the wood, A tree fell down, and broke his crown, And killed him—“very good.” Had ho been reading of the news, At home like neighbor Jim, I'll bet a cent that accident Would not have happened him. Why don't you lake the papers? Not from the printer sneak, Because you borrowed from his boy A paper every week! For he who takes the papers, And pays the bills when due, Can live in peace with God and man, And with the printer, too. Babies. —We love the little babies, and love everybody that loves little babies. No man has music in his soul who don’t love babies. Babies were made to be loved, especiilly girl bal)ies when they are grown up. A man isn’t worth a shuck who hasn’t a baby, and the same rule applies to women. A baby is a spring day in winter; a ray of sunshine iu frigid winter, and if it is healthy and good natured, and you are sure that it is yours, it is a bushel of sunshine, no matter how cold the weather. A man cannot bo a hopeless case so long as he loves babies all over, no matter how dirty they are. Babies were made to he dirty. We love babies because they are babies, and because their mothers were loveable and lovely women. Our love of babies is only bounded bv the number of babies in the world. We always have sorrowful feelings for women who have no babies, and don’t expect any. Women always look down-hearted j who have no babies, and men who , have no babies always grumble and j drink whisky, and stay out at night j trying to get music in their souls; but they can’t come it. Babies are babies, and nothing else can take [ their places, l’ianos play out, and beauty plays out, and sweet temper plays out, and good living plays out unless there is a baby in the bouse. Wo have tried it; wo know, and wc ' say there is nothing like a baby. | — Exchange. — .«► • «■— 9 —- This Seneca Stone Investiga tion. —It has now been six weeks since the-resolution of inquiry re spooling Seneca stone complica tions was passed. Investigation,! it is said, is resisted by the com-' mittce. Why is this ? There will ! doubtless be a movement in the House iu the matter if be further indications of a disposition to stille and kill inquiry. Let us have light on this scandalous mat ter. It should be borne in mind : that the committee, like all others ; for investigation, is composed! mainly of Republicans,— Patriot. ! [#2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. A Word to Southern Young Men. To the Editor Journal of Commerce: There are many southern young men engaged in business in New York. They arc to he found in every branch of trade. The city is crowded with them, and the number increases every season. As soon as a young man finishes his education down south, and, in many instances, before the completion of his studies at school, he fancies that he is cut out for a salesman, and that New Yoik is the divinely appointed theatre in which to play his part in life. Instead of remaining in his down trodded State and helping to build up its los* foitunes ami waste places; instead of devoting his energies and giving his labor to the suffering South, ho chooses to desert her in the hour of need to ekeouta precari ous existence for a while and then re turn home filled with disappointment and disgu i. It is fair to presume that a few of these young southrons act from an honest conviction that they can bet ter their condition t>y coming north; but, in a majority of instances the probability is that they act without proper reflection and desiie to live in this city simply to see and be seen —to frolic and have liin. Lot mo give them a word of warning and ad vice. New York is not n place for run ning around loose. It is not a city for enjoyment and care. Work, hard work, constant york, is the word in the great metropolis. Of all* the cities in the United States it is the poorest for simple minded do nothing salesmen. A young man here finds his level quicker than water. It may create some surprise among those who, after many perplexing failures to obtain situations, (’ling to the idea of coming, to he informed that New York is not only filled to repletion with Southern salesmen, hut that hardly one in fifty of those who suc ceed in securing places makes more than a scanty support. \ r et such is the fact. Making money is the ex ception— not the rule—and that too after years of patient industry and unceasing activity. There are sales men in this city to-day who hare honestly toiled for fifteen or twenty years and cannot to save their necks show any tiling but an empty purse. The rapid influx of raw and inexperi enced young men from the South is gradually but surely rendering the financial condition of the salesmen more precarious. It is like overload ing the life boat—the surge is coming and all will go down together. Sound judgment dictates that this state of things should cease. The error is manifold and egregious. It deprives the South of men who should he engaged In developing her vast resources, who should be plant ing cotton and corn and raising meat. It is full of anxiety, disappointment and final disgust, and it works harm and damage to those who, after hard stuggling, have built up a trade that scarcely does more than support them, their wives and children. To such as are meditating this grave mistake, the writer (who has some experience in such matters) would offer a kindly word of advice: for the sake of your State, for your own sakes, stay at home. This advice is cheap, it cost you nothing, but if you do not head it, your unwise refusal will cost you much loss of time and abundant vexation of spirit. Salesman. New York, February 28. In Key West 54 persons have died of small pox. In view of the j vaccination movement, the popu ! lar salutation now is, “How do I you scab!” The boys sing as ful ; lows : 1 caught her softly by the arm, My gentle, blue-eyed Kate, She squealed “1/ t go you cuss'd old fool You hurt my vaccinate! “Mother. I should not he surprised it our Susan gets choked some day.” “Why my son?” “Because tier beau twisted bis arms around her neck, the other night, and if she had not kissed him to let her go, he would have strangled her.” A rnaried ftiend of ours said he would always have remained single, but he couldn’t afford it. V\ hat it cost him for “gals and ice cream," was more than ho now pays to bring up a wife and eight children. Bach elors should think of this. Dr James Green of Macon, Ga., says that lie considers Prof. Darby's Prophylactic Fluid infinitely superi or to the pure French Liquor of Labarraque, which opinion is being daily confirmed by the best pltvsi cims iu the South. RATES OF ADVERTISING. stack 3 uo’s. C mo’s. 12 mo’s. 1 square 4 lit) # ti UU $lO 00 2 sq’rs COO 10 00 1.1 p() 3 sqr’s 8 00 14 00 20 00 li Col. 12 00 20 00 30 10 »£col. 20 00 35 00 00 00 one col. 40 00 75 00 100 00 The money for advertisements is duo on the first insertion. A square is the space of one inch in depth of the column, irrespective of the number of lines. Marriages and deaths, not exceeding six lines, published tree. For a man ad vertising his wife, and all oilier personal matter, double rates will be charged. STRAGGLER’S COLUMN. The use of the Russian language in the schools of Poland is now made compulsory. Trenton, N, J., owns the largest circular saw in the world. It is twen ty-two feet in circumference. Schenectady boasts a steer weigh ing 3,080 pounds, raised on General Grant’s farm in Illinois. An Indianian who hadn't a whole pair of hoots or trowsers received three silk hats as presents at Christ mas. A Cliicftgq,hoarder complained of tiie fare at the supper talde. The doctor thinks his nose will be ser viceable again by July. A precious hoy in Ohio, having exploded a torpedo in his month, is not so regular at his meals as he once was. In Grand Rapid", Michigan, over 5,000 copies of a hook teaching the signs of handkerchief fii nation, etc., have been sold. “Do you like novels?” asked Miss I 1 tilzgerald of her backwoods lover. “I can’t say," lie replied; “I never had any; but L tell you, I’m death on ’possum.” “What should you he, dearest ?” said Walter to his sweetheart, “if I should press tho seal of love upon those sealing-wax lips ?” “I should be stationary.” A gentleman in Detioit had a baby left on his doorstep one night last week. lie took it in and eared for it tenderly, and next day swapped it off for a terrier pup. A wag, in “what ho knows of farming,” gives a very good plan to remove willow’s weeds. He says a good looking man has only to say “Wilt thou,” and they wilt. “I can speak seven different lan guages,” said a convict, as he entered the penitentiary. “No matter,” said the keeper ; “wo have but one here, and very little of that.” No. 1. “Why Did He Not Die?” is the title of a new novel. We have not read the conundrum, but we believe the answer to he—Because ho refused to take his medicine. “Dili,” said Bob, “why is that tree called the weeping willow ? “’Cause one of the sneaking plaguey things grew near the school house and sup plied the master with switches.” Three little children fishing—two hoys and a girl. Elder boy—“Oh ! Johnny's got a bite!” Girl—“Oh! my sakes, and he’s such a little boy— only reads in the primer,” “Wife, I don’t tee how they send lot tern on them ’ere telegraph wires without tearin’ them ali into hits.” “They don’t send the paper,” said the wife, “they send the writing in a fluid state.” An honest Irishman called on tlie worthy chief of a new lodge of Good Templars, at East Taunton, Mass., the other day, for the purpose of selling him a goat for use in the lodge. The young men of this city have I organized an anti-corset society.— They pledge themselves to marry no girl whose waist is so tight that it will not yield a little when a strong arm is clasped about it! A worthy Quaker thus wrote: “I expect to passthrough this world but once ; if, therefore, there can be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it. for I will not pass this way aga’n.” A distinguished cx-Governor of Ohio, famous for his story-telling, relates that on one occasion, while ad dressing a temperance meeting at Georgetown, District of Columbia, and depicted the misery caused by indulging too frequently in the flow ing bowl, bis attention was attracted to the sobs of a disconsolate and seedy-looking individual in the rear part of the room. On going to the (lerson and interrogating him, he was told tho usual tale of woe; among other sad incidents, that during his career of vice he had bmied three wives. The Governor, having bu ried a few wives of his own, sympa thized deeply with the inebriate, and consoled him as much as was in his j>owcr. Said he: “The Lord ha* indeed afflicted you.” The mourner j sobhi ugly replied: “Yes, res, He lias,” arid pausing a moment, and wiping his nose, he continued : “But I don’t think the Lord got much ahead of tne, for as fast as lie took oue away I took another. ’