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IgWINNETT herald. I ,«GD EVERY WEDNESDAY, BY I'pEErLES A YARBROUGH. In-LER M. rEEPt.ES. Editor. I tES OF SUBSCRIPTION. ■ BATES V § 2 00 ■ino Copy one year •” * §1 00 l|gption rates are cash-payable i A»S or ohS n ® Ve snbsc ”bers, and ■ Any n " w iU receive a copy free. ■TShers wishing their papers ■ s ff from one post-office to another, ■>«*«? thc name of the post-office ■*ss they wish it changed, as well they wish it sent. IH. ADVERTISEMENTS. sell land- * nn Mid. per square • R f dismission * ::::::: ISS ales of land, by administrators, or guardians, are required by held on the first Tuesday in the it ween the hours of ten in the and three in the afternoon at .house in the county in which rty is situated. . of these sales must be given in gazette 40 days previous to the to debtors and creditors of an st also be published 40 days, for the sale of personal proper e given in like man. :r. 10 days to sale day. that application wnl be made Jourt of Ordinary for leave to iiust be published for four weeks. na on letters of admimsi ation, hip, &c., must be published 30 dismission from administration, three months; for dismission dianship, 40 days, or the foreclosure of mortgages mbiisbed monthly, four mouths ; ishing lost papers, for the full three months ; for compelling n executors or administrators, ml has been given by the de e full space of three months. ’s sales must be published for :s. notices, two weeks, itions will always be continued to these, the legal requirements, erwise ordered. FESSIONAL CARDS. INN. WE. E. SIMMONS. 4N & SIMMONS, TOEXEYS AT LAW, CEVILLE, GeOKGIA. :e in Gwinnett and the adjoining mar 15-ly . HUTCHINS, GARNETT m’.MH.I.AN, Seville, Ga. Clarksville, Ga. 71/ins 4- McMillan ; ITORNEYS AT LAW. at Lawrencevilleand Clarksville, le in the counties of thc Western mi in Milton and Forsyth of the ge. mar 15-ly , I. x. GLENN, rORNEY AT LAW, SEVILLE, GA romptly attend to all business to his care, and also to Land, nd Pension claims mar 15-fim br~m7pjeeples, TORNEY AT LAW, CEVILLE, GA. :es in the counties of Gwinnett, ikron and Milton, n claims promptly attended to i-Gm ■K. &. G. A. MITCHELL, iVRENCEVILLE, GA., tfuliy tender a continuation of essional services to the citizens ■ Keep constantly on hand a |rtment of drugs and chemicals, iptions carefully prepared. SHAFFER, M. I)., CIAN AND SURGEON, WRENCEVILLE, GA. “• T. g 7 JACOBS, 'RGEON DENTIST, prepared to practice his proses -4 its branches, informs the citi awreneeville and vicinity that he ms office in Lawrenceville from o the 18th of each month. By ttention to business, and reason “e nopes to secure a liberal L, 111 work warranted. mar22ly F - Robe RTS, Attorney at Law, ’HARETTA, GEORGIA, inTif ni 1 " business entrusted to linG 6 B ‘ ue r Rid b' e circuit; also lea of Ball and Gwinnett of e m circuit. 'f d wi J h Col. If. H. Walker >on ’ Ca.id Warrants anil against the United. States * n * june 14-Um Ir -line hosue, Street . near the Car Shed, ATLANTA, GA. KEITH, . _ Proprietor. e<il ' or Lodging, 50 Cents. Weekly Gwinnett Herald. T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR.] Vol. 11. NOT LOST. The look of sympathy, the gentle words, Spoken so low that only angels heard ; The secret art of pure self-sacrifice, Unseen by men, but marked by angel's eyes; These are not lost. The sacred music of a tender strain, Wrung from another's heart by grief and pain, And chanted timely, with doubt and fear, To busy crowds who scarcely pause to bear, It is not lost. The silent tears that fall at dead of night, Over soiled robes that once were pure and white ; The prayers that rise like incense from the soul, Longing for Christ to make it clean and whole, These are not lost. The happy dreams that gladden all our youth, When dreams had less of self and more of truth ; The child.-dike faith, so tranquil and so sweet, Which sat like Mary at the Master’s feet; These are not lost. The kindly plans devised for others’ good, So seldom guessed, so little understood ; The quiet, steadfast love that strove to win Some wanderer from thewoful waysol sin; These are not lost. Not lost, O Lord, for in thy city bright Our eyes shall see thc past in clearer light; And things long bidden from our gaze below, Thou wilt reveal, and we shall surely know They were not lost. —«■ >•>*■ The Diamond Wedding. Many of our readers will remember the sensation created in this country, some twelve or fifteen years since, by the marriage of a wealthy old Cuban, named Oviedo, with a beautiful hut poor New York girl, and the fabu lous sums said to have been given by him diamonds with which to adorn the person of his beautiful bride. Oviedo was quite old at the time of this marriage, and soon re turned to his estates in Cuba, and where lie not long afterward died. His widow now lives in Havana in splendor and luxury. The following brief mention is made of her in a re cent letter written by an American, who is on a visit, to Cuba : She was a New Yoik girl, named Bartlett, who married, some years since, a rich old Cuban with a tinge of African blood, lam told. I re member there was a great noise about it at the time in the Mew York papers, and the vast sums of money that were spent at the wedding. Mr. Oviedo did not live long, and his young widow now lives in his spa cious and splendid palace in all the luxury of a princess. \Ye called up on her Sunday night, to thank her for her kind attention, and found her alone with another widow, a sister in-law, younger than she. Mrs. Ovi edo is an intelligent woman, ‘'talks like a book,” and seems to under stand all about the politics of the island. I am told she manages or overseers her business. She lias a large sugar plantation near Mantan zas, where she spends the summers. The income from it is SBOO,OOO yearly. She is strenlyg in favor of the annexation of Cuba to the United States, but says she does not talk about it except to Americans.— Chronicle & Sentinel. The Price of a Newspaper.— The Missouri Democrat, the second paper in St. Leuis in point of im portance. was sold yesterday to one of its three publishers for $450,000. This seems a large sum for anything short of a metropolitan newspaper, but the building up of this species of property is a work of so much time and expense—its costs so much and requires so long to wear down the numerous channels which are essential to support the vast ex pense of a respectable daily news paper, that an old and settled estab lishment must necessarily command a large price. It used to be said among the craft that an old estab lished newspaper was worth its gross business for one year ; and this, not improbably, was about the standard of valuation in the case of the Demo crat. — Telegraph 4* Messenger. Drouth in the Eastern States.— The Eastern States are again com plaining of drouth. It is said that nearly all the East W oodstock (Ct.) mills and factories are stop ped for want of water, and seve ral of the Greenville mills are running on short time on account of the scarcity of water. Thc She tuckct was never so low before at this season of the year, and the regular annual feats of drouth are cutertaiucd. Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, April 3, 1872. MY WIDOW. BY SIIIRUV BROWNE. Jones advises me not to marry her—he said she was too young and pretty. Farnum advised me to remain an old bachelor—told me a man past forty simply made a fool of iiimself by matrimony. Tewksbury—a man who is no torious for never minding his own business—told me she had made a love affair with Harry Birming ham before he went West. Allen shook his head, and said Clara Myers might be very pretty ; but he liked somebody inaturer and more settled. (N. B.—He married his house keeper the next week, and she is mature enough for Metliusulali himself! Everybody thought I was try ing a dangerous experiment, but I didn’t pretend to suit everybody— so I simply suited myself, I went quietly to church with Clara Myers and married her one glorious Jan uary morning, when the eves of St. Paul’s were fringed with glit tering icicles, and the brisk wind was Freighted with particles of flying snow, like a battalion of dia monds on the double quick. She was nineteen and I was nine and thirty. She was as beau tiful as a rose bud, with.a shy, pretty way, like a timid child, and I a rough old codger, sound enough at heart, but like a winter apple, unpromising on the ex terior. In short we were as unlike as May and November, and the good natnred world shook its head, and said, “No good could come of such an unequal match ” But she said she loved me, and I believed her. Nobody could look into Clara’s blue eyes and not believe her, you see. And the next day I made a will, and bequeathed all my property, unconditionally, to my wife. “Are you sure you are doing a wise thing, Mr. Folliott?” said Mardyn, the lawyer, pushing his spectacles on his forehead, until he looked like a bald old gnome, with a double pair of eyes. “You see, she is very much younger than yourself, and—” “Please to be so kind as to mind your own business,” said I, brusquely. “Don’t be offended, said Mardyn, in a rage. “I am a mere tool in your hands.” “That’s it exactly,” said I. So I signed the will and went home to Clara. “Oh, Paul, you must not die?” said Clara, with a sacred look, when 1 told her what l had done. “Nobody ever loved me as truly and generously as you have done, and 1 don’t know what I should do if you were taken away!” “There %vas a young Birming ham, if all reports were true—” I mischievously began, but the curl on Clara’s lip stopped me. “A mere butterfly,” she said haughtily, “without either brains or principle. Paul, Paul, I have found a shelter in your true, loving heart, and I mean to nestle there always!’’ And then she cried—this foolish soft-hearted little wife of mine. Jones and Tewksbury might have called this policy. Farnum would have said it was acting. But it was very pleasant, and I felt more than ever like a man who has found some precious jewel, and wears it, like an amulet, on his breast So things went on until the firm of which I was managing party, need to send some one to Calcutta to see after a turbaned scoundrel of an agent, who had absconded with more money than we could well afford to lose. Morrison was old and feeble— Hewitt’s wife lay very ill, so I was the one to go. I kissed Clara good bye as cheerfully as I could, tully expecting to be back in three months. But you know the French adage; “Thomme, proposo, et Dieu dispose!” I had to follow the agent up iu the mountains of India. I fell ill of one of those burning climate fevers in the bungalo of an old native priest, and months flew by, until it was more than a year be fore I found myself on the deck of the “Blue eyed Mary,” steaming into New York harbor. And, all this time, Clara had never heard a word from me. 1 had written t<s her to prepare her for what seemed almost like my rising from the dead, but I bad afterwards found my letters in the pocket of the neglectful native “COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE!” | servant who had undertaken to deliver the mails to the Calcutta office. “But it don't matter so much now,” I thought, “she will be the | more delighted, poor girl.” And then a cold chill seemed to creep through all my veins, like a j November’s wind suddenly breath ing across a bed of flowers. Clara bad beard nothing of me for nearly fifteen months—what might not have happened in that time ? All that Tewksbury, and Jones, and all the other prophetic ravens of my acquaintance bad said, recurred to my mind like the burden of an uneasy dream. I bad been counting the days, the hours, the very minutes until we should touch port; but now that my feet rang once more upon the pavements of my native city, I actually dared not go home. I turned into a down town res taurant, where I had been wont to go, in the days of my bachelor hood, and slunk in that dark cor ner; the twilight was just falling, and I was sheltered by the parti tion. Hush !—that was Tewksbury’s voice, liarsli and jarring of old. “Just what might have been expected,” said Tewksbury. “Pret ty and young widows don’t go begging in this market !” “Folliott might known if,” growled old Farnum. “Poor Fol liott ! there was some good points about him, too. Sad thing, that, very sad tiling 1” “We must all die,” said Towks bury, gravely. “Yet, but a fellow would natu rally prefer dying in his bed to be ing carried off by an East India fever and buried in the jungles I” I shuddered. Had I then come home to my own funeral'as it were ? “And she’s going to marry young Birmingham, after all,” ad ded Farnum. The paper dropped from my band. “I could have told Folliott so, when I found out wlmt a confoun ded idiotic will lie had made,” said Tewksbury. “So gold has fallen again. Just my luck; 1 sold out to-night 1” I stayed to bear no more, but staggering out in the darkness with one idea whirling thro’ my dizzy brain—my Clara was mine no longer ! It was questionable what Tewks bury had said. I might have an ticipated some such end She was too yong, too lovely for such a rough old fellow as 1 was. My widow —what a curious sensation the words gave me as I mentally pronounced them. Under my own windows, with the ruby-red light shining through wine colored damask curtains, I stood there feeling as Rip Van Winkle might have felt in the play—like a dead man walking on the earth once more. Voices and lights were within. I opened the door softly and crept into the hall. The drawing room door was ajar, Clara, herself, stood before the fire, in deep black robes, with a frill of white crape on her au burn gold tresses —the awful sign and symbol of her widowhood.— Directly opposite stood Harry Birmingham, looking diabolically young and handsome in the soft gas light. “Clara, Clara,” he cried, “you surely are not in earnest. You will reconsider 1” “My answer is final,” she re sponded. “The time might once have been when I fancied I bad a childish liking for you, Harry Bir mingham, but that time has long since passed away. I gave my i heart to the noblest man that ever lived—Paul Folliott —and in his grave it is forever buried. I loved him once, and I shall love him on ; into eternity. 1 never was half | worthy of him—” j And Clara’s voice was choked with sobs. “My love! my darling ! my own precious wife I” How I ever got into the room — how I managed to make Clara comprehend that I was my own living self, and not a ghost arisen from the shadow of the sepulchre, I cannot tell—neither can she — hut l know that young Birming ham somehow disappeared, and I was standing with Clara clasped to my breast, the happiest man that ever breathed God’s blessed air. For Jones, Tewksbury, Farnum & Co. were all wroug; and to use j the orthodox fairy stories, slightly • paraphrased, I and my widow liv | cd happily ever afterwards. An Indignant Wife. There was a little “episode” at Wild’s Opera House last night that had not been previously ad vertised. It was one of those im promptu alfa.ii s that sometimes occur in households not well reg ulated. It was a bit of play in one act, in which a husband, a wo man of the town and an indignant wife appeared. The scene opened with the appearance of the town woman and the husband.— They took a seat in the orchestra chairs, and the husband made himself particularly agreeable.— Things went on swimmingly, and the husband doubtless thought ail was well—but lie hadn’t looked be hind him. If lie had done so he could have seen a tall, well-dres sed lady enter the Opera lluiise, and carefully scrutinize hiinscll and companion. One or two glan ces seemed to satisfy her perfectly, and then she deliberately walked down the aisle and stood before the loving couple. About six hundred ladies and gentlemen turned their eyes from the actors on the towering form of the indig nant woman, and waited. They were not obliged to wait lung.— The storm burst. Wise —“Ain’t you ashamed of yourself, sir?” Husband—“Sit—sit—sit—dow n my dear!” Wife—“ Sit down beside you and that thing there?” Husband—“ Don’t talk so loud ! you see they all hear you. Now, don’t!” Wife—“l hope they will all hear. (And she talked louder.) You are a pretty tiling to be here with that mean thing beside you, and your two children half starved at home. Just let me get at her a moment!” And the wife did get at Her and slapped her in the face with her glove, and then turning to her husband : “Now, I want you to go home with me, sir, and if you don’t I’ll expose you before the whole house. Do you hear, sir ?” The husband evidently heard, for lie tremblingly arose, put on iiis hat and followed his wife out of the hall, while tho audience cheered his brave wife. At the door lie tiied to avoid her, but she collared him, and again the audi ence cheered. It is hoped she led him home a wiser, if not a better, man— Syracuse Standard, Feb. 27. a No Home. —There are thousands who know nothing of the blessed in fluences of a comfortable home, mere |v from the want of thrift or from disipated habits. Youth was spent in frivolous amusements and demor alizing associations, leaving them at middle age, when the intellectual and the pliisical man should be in its greatest vigor, enervated and with out one laudable ambition. Friends long since lost, confidence gone and nothing to look to in old nge but a mere toleration in the community where they should be ornaments. No home to tiv to when wearied with the struggles incident to life; no wife to cheer them in their despondency; no children to amuse them, and no virtuous household to give rest to the joys of life. All is blank, and there is no hope of succor except that which is given out by the bands of public or private charities. When the family of an industrious and sober citizen gather around a cliaer ful fire of a wintry clay, the homeless man is seeking a shelter in the sta tion house,or begging fora night’s rest in the out building of one who started in life at the same time, with no greater advantages; but honesty and industry built up that hoiue, while dissipation destroyed the other. Cannibalism. —A careful calcula tion as to the number of human beings addicted to anthropophagy at the present time gives a total of only a fraction inside of two millions, which actually represents the six hundred and nineteenth part of the whole population of the globe. The motives assigned beyond mere hunger, induced by dearth of other animal food, are the passions of revenge and hatred, as well as religious sentiments and gloomy superstition. Wanted, a general servant, in a small family where a man is kept. The house work and cooking all done by the members.of the family. The gentleman of tho house rises early, but prepares breakfast hinself. All the washing is put out, and the kitch en provided with every comfort and luxury. Cold ineAt and hash etudi ouslv avoided. Wages no object lion to a competent party. Refer ences and photographs exchanged. [s2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. History of Steam. About two hundred and eight years ago B. C. Ilieio, of Alexan dria, made a toy which was moved l>y steam. A. !>., 450, Arthemius, an archi tcct, experimented with steam, demonstrating its power. This is the first notice of the power of steam nn record. In 1543, June 17th, Blasco I). Garoy experimented with a steam boat at Barcelona, Spain. It was abandoned as impracticable. In 1050 the first steam-railway was constructed at New Castle on Tyne. The first idea of a steam engine in England was from the Marquis of Worcester's Ilistoiy of Inven tions, in 1063. In 1110, Neycomen made the first steam engine in England. In 1718 patents were granted to Savery, in England, for the first application ol the steam engine. in 1774 James Watt made the first perfect steam engine in Eng. land. In 1770 Jonathan Ilnll set forth the idea of steam navigation. In 1778 Thomas Paine first pro posed this application in America. In 1781 Marquis Jouffrey con structed a steam engine in Suono. In 1785 two Americans publish ed a work on the steam engine. In 1770 William Tymington constructed a steamboat and made a voyage in it on the Forth and Clyde canal. In 1802 he repeated his experi ment. In 1782 Ramsey propelled a boat by steam. In 1788 John Fitch, of Philadel phia, navigated a boat by steam on the Delaware. In 1793 Robert Fulton first turned bis attention to steam. In 1793 Oliver Evans, of Phila delphia, consti noted a locomotive to travel on a turn pike road. In the month of June, i 8 the American steamer Savannah cros sed the Atlantic from Charleston to Liverpool. Russia. — The beginning of Rus sia as an independent State was over a thousand years hack, and wo have not yet completed our .first national centenary. But the two empires, old arid young, have a great spirit of progress in com mon. Peter the Great, who did not assume the title of emperor until 1721, four years before his death, deserves to be considered as the true founder of the vast realm now governed by his de scendant, Alexander 11., great grandson of Catherine 11., who, a member of the house of Rournanoff only by marriage with one of its heads, first carried into effect ma ny of the grand and ambitious designs of Peter the Great. The succession from her comprehends the Emperor Paul, his two sons Alexander and Nicholas, and the ruling monarch, who began his reign in 1855 by bringing the Cri mean war to a close, and lias ever since cultivated the arts of peace. The revolt of the Circassians clos ed by the surrender of Schainyl, their gallant leader. Russia, with her territory extending across the north of Asia, and her army and navy extremely powerful and well prepared, is now greater than ev er. Germany, Austria, and France, exhausted by recent destructive warfare, are ill prepared for any further contest. It is not likely that Russia will throw down the gauntlet to any of the great pow ers, her neighbors, but she is pre pared, possibly, to carry out the programme of Peter the Great, which included the annexation and sovereignty of Turkey, an effete realm, the dim sceptre of departed greatness. A Kansas paper’s cow obituary says : There is not a farm wagon in the county that she lias not stole something out of; not a gate in to*.vn she has not opened ; and the stones that have been thrown at her would make five miles of turnpike. “I am afraid,” said a lady to her husband, “that I am going to Lave ;t stiff' neck ” “Not at all impioba ble, my dear,” replied her spouse, “I have seen strong symptoms of it ever since we were married.” m * m • m Miss Lavinia Du adore is the new star in the firmament of woman’s rights. She leads tho Baltimore wing of tho “advancing sisterhood.” One who has seen her says, “she is as beautiful as Lady Blessington, and as spirited as Joan of Arc.” RATES OF ADVERTISING. sfack 3 nio'3. G mo's. |l2 mo’s. isquare c -1 oo $ 0 00 slo 00 2 sq'rs 600 10 00 15 yO 3 sqr's 8 00 14 00 20 (.0 cul. 12 00 20 00 30 00 one col. 40 00 75 Oil ioy 00 The money for advertisements is due on the first insertion. A square is thc space of one inch in depth of the column, irrespective of the number of lines. Marriages and deaths, not exceeding six lines, published free. For a man ad vertising his wife, and all other personal matter, double rates will be charged. Haste and Health. —lt is not at all wholesome to be in a hurry. Locomotives have been reported to have moved a mile in a minute for short distances. But locomotives iiave often come to grief by such great rapidity. Multitudes in their haste to get rich are ruined every year. The men who do things maturely, slowly, deliber ately, are the men who oftenest succeed in life. People who are habitually in a lmrry generally have to do tilings twice over. The tortoise beat the hare at last.— Slow men seldom knock their brains out against a post. Foot races are injurious to the health, a 8 are all competitive exorcises; steady labor in the field is the best gymnasium in the world. Either labor or exercise canied to exhaustion, or even to great tiredness, expressed by “fagged out,” always does more harm than thc previous exercise has dene good. All running up stairs, run ning to catch up with a vehicle or ferry boat, are extremely injuri ous to every age, and sex, and condition of life. It ought to be the most pressing necessity which should induce a person over fifty to run twenty yards. Those live longest who are deliberate, whose actions are measured, who never embark in any enterprise without “sleeping over it,” and who per form all the every-day acts of life with calmness. (Quakers are a thiilly folk, the world over.— Dr. Halt. The Washington correspondent of the Tribune says that the Ja panese Embassy, finding their au thority too limited to accomplish the objects of their mission to the United States, have held a council and decided to send two of their high officers of the Embassy back to their Government with a state ment of the facts, and with a rec ommendation that their authority be increased. The two Embassa dors will depart at once.— Suo. News. A gentleman died recently in Buckingham county, Va., who owned at the surrender of General Lee twenty two negroes. Twelve of them left him, but the other ten remained with and worked for him until the day of his death, taking for their services just as much as lie chose to give them. At his death, to show his appreciation of their service and his gratitude, lie gave th“in his farm, on which they can all live comfortably. An Irishman’s friend having fallen into a slough, the Irishman called loudly to another lor assis tance. The latter who was busily engaged in cutting a lug, and wished to procrastinate, enquired, “how deep is the gentleman in ?” “Up to his ankles.” “Then there is plenty of time,” said the other. “No there’s not,” rejoined the first; “1 forgot to tell you lie’s iu head first.” Are you an Odd Fellow? “No, sir; I’ve Leon married a week.” “1 mean do you belong to the order of Odd Fellows?” ‘tNo, no; I belong to the onler of .Married men.” “Mercy, how dumb! Are you a Mason? “No; I’m a carpenter by trade,” “Worse and worse! Are you a son of Temper ance?” “Brother you, no; I’m a son of. Mr. John Goslings.” The querist went his way. A story is told of a father in church, who when the marriage ser vice came to tho point where the clergyman asks, “who giveth this woman to ho married to this man?” replied, “Well, sir, 1 am called to do it, although it do go agin the grain. 1 want her to marry Bill Dlowser, who is worth twice the money o’ that ero man.” The answer was uot con sidered regular. im» « Q» m lii New York, ladies when on a promenade, wear a belt of leather around the waist, to w hioh is fas tened a clasp holds an um brella of brown or purple silk on one side, so that a lady may curry an umbrella without being obliged to take her hands out of her muff. As a stout old lady got out of a crowded omnibus in front of the Aster House, the other day, she exclaimed, “Well, that’s a relief, any how.” To which the driver, eyeing her ample proportions, re plied, “So the ’twees think, mum.” Natchez, Mississippi, is thc only city iu the world which lias nearly ten thousand inhabitants and out a single hotel. No. 3.