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T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR ]
Yol. 11.
For the Gwinnett Herald.
THE BALANCE WHEEL.
The world, so full of talent.
Will be nearer full of right.
When the people do the best they can
And do it with their might;
Aid while we talk of doing.
There’s a point I would reveal,
You’ll make an average speed, if you
Will wear a balance wheel.
Some folks are ever preaching,
And are ever prayiag, too ;
They’d have you practice what they say,
But not as they would do.
You never see example
Of holy things they feel ;
They have no moral power,
For they have no balance wheel.
Brown thinks if he is social,
That his wealth is sure to grow,
lie button holes you ’bout the time
You'd give a V to go.
He’s thick with all the sporting men,
And bores you till you feel
That Brown's a clever fellow,
But he lacks a balance wheel.
Smith tries the game of dignity,
And makes a grand display ;
lie freezes every living thing
That comes within his way.
No person will approach him;
And no person deigns to kneel,
But people very freely say
He needs a balance wheel.
Tom vows he will be practical—
He really labors hard,
And aims to be a millionaire,
Like Astor and Girard.
He never reads a paper,
Yet works away with zeal,
And looses all because he failed
To get a balance wheel.
A scholar says that learning
Is the only noble aim;
He studies morning, noon and night,
Till he is near insane.
His head is full of wisdom,
That he never will reveal—
So mark him down as nothing,
For he lacks a balance wheel.
Bill forms a resolution—
He is bound to make a sum,
By giving in to every man
And differing with nolle.
He’s never slow with yes or no—
And slippery as an eel;
His neighbors say he is an ass,
And lacks a balance wheel.
Sam hates the name of weathercock,
And would reverse the rule,
When once he takes a notion—
There’s a notion, with a mule!
If he should find his error,
’Tis a tiling he’ll not reveal;
The people say he is a stick,
And needs a balance wheel.
No wonder that so many fail
And fizzle out again.
They take the stuff for one great man,
And make two little men;
Or venturing beyond their depth
They drown their fiery zeal;
Yon find them known as able men,
Who lack a balance wheel.
The world, so full of talent.
Would be nearer full of right,
If we would run the engine
With its whole affective might,
And though we’re doing wonders,
We would greater things reveal,
If upon the nparatus
Each would hang a balance wheel!
Easy Motion.
Singular Coincidence— A Dream
and its Fulfillment. —Mr. Frank
Canfield, who was killed on Friday
last, was betrothed to a young
lady of this town, and was to
have been married iu about two
months. On Friday, when the
train passed here on its way West,
the young lady saw him, and that
evening she was in unusually
light spirits. The next morning
at the breakfast table her appear
ance was so much the reverse of
the evening previous that it at
tracted the attention of her mother
who asked her the cause us her
apparent trouble. The young lady
thereupon related to her mother
that she had dreamed that her
lover had fallen under the cars and
had been so seriously injured that
he had died in about two hours.
She told the circumstances as she
had seen it in her dream, how he
had fallen and the car-wheels had
terribly crushed aud mangled his
left leg and his left arm, and that
he had lived in great agony for
about two hours. Ller mother
endeavored to persuade her that
there was nothing in a dream, but
to no purpose—she could not
drive it from her mind. About
noon a sister of the young man
came to the house and said she
had bad news for her. She then
related the circumstances of her
brother’s death, corresponding in
detail with the dream as told by
the young lady some hours before.
—Jamestown ( Va ) Journal.
One of the Greensboro’, N. C., nursery
men has sold this season over 40,000
young trees and some 25,000 bushes and
shrubg.
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Make not your sail too large for your
ship.
Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, April 24, 1872.
For the Gwinnett llcrald.
HOME.
Home is a sweet word —it is
sweet to think of home—it is sweet
to sing of home, and sweeter than
all to have a home—to have a true
home, even in a world like this.
And what is a true home? Not
simply a place of abode, but of
true friends, of brothers and sis
ters, and father. The question
has been asked, what is home
without a mother ? First tell me
what is music without harmony,
earth without religion, heaven
without happiness. So is home
without a mother.
The first and happiest home of
earth was enjoyed by our first pa
rents. Theirs was true home in
deed, situated in the beautiful gar
den of Eden—surrounded by na
ture’s choicest beauties.
On verdant pastures of living green,
Grazing flocks and herds were seen—
Beautiful brooks and rivulet streams,
Winding through the woodland green.
Aud what added most to make
this first home a home indeed, was
pure hearts were there—hearts of
pure love and innocence, unstained
b} 7 sin—hearts that knew nothing
but love and joy and peace.
Paradise always stands isolated
—the only true home ever found
amid earthly bov ers. Since Eden,
there has been none so pure, none
entirely free from the pollutions of
sin ; yet there lias been man} 7 love
ly homes, and they ate found, not
only in the fertile valleys and
sunny plains of sun-bright climes,
but also among the snow-capped
mountains of polar regions. True
homo is not limited to soil or
region—is nut limited to circum
stances in life. True home is not
confined to Kings’ palaces, but is
often found in the cottage of the
peasant, situate among rural bow
ers—fittest type of Eden. It is
not only to be found in the halls
of the rich and great, but often in
the hovels of the poor. In few
words, home is to be found, wheth
er iu regal palace or rude hut, only
where there arc true hearts—only
where loved ones tiro. Hence the
appropriateness of the language
so often made use of by the wan
derer, “The loved ones at home.”
lie who has wandered long
through the meandering scenes of
life’s toilsome journey,often recalls
to memory his first home—the
home of his boyhood—the home of
his youthful sports —the home
nearest his heart, the only home
ever adorned bv a mother’s love,
a father’s care, a sister’s smiles.
“I recall to memoiy,” says an
author, ‘‘a home long since left
behind in the journey of life. It
is a home among the mountains,
humble and homely—but priceless
iu its wealth of associations. The
waterfall sings again in my ears,
as it used to sing through the
dreamy mysterious nights. The
rose at tho gate, the patch of tasy
under the window, the old elm—
the grand machinery of storms
and showers —the wood pile at the
door, the ghostly white birches on
the hill and the dim blue haze
upon the retiring mountains—all
these come back to me with an
appeal which touches my heart
and moistens my eyes. I sit again
in the doorway at summer night
fall, looking off upon the darken
ing landscape, and listening to the
shunts of boys upon the hill side,
calling or driving home the reluc- j
taut herds. The hour of evening
has come, the lamps are lighted,
the pleasant converse at the fire
side, the simple songs of home,
the sympathy that meets aud as
suages every little success—all
these return to me amid the re
sponsibilities which pres* upon me
now, and I feel as if I had once
lived in heaven, and straying, had
lost my way.”
But this only a reminiscence—
the home of childhood is gone for
ever. The loved ones that once
adorned it have passed over to the
other shore. We cannot hope in
this world to return to the joys of
childhood’s home, but thank God
we look for a happier home beyond
the flood—a home that will not
pass away; a home beyond the
reach of time’s destroying hand.
As earth affords no home of
pure happiness, unalloyed by
grief, the mind naturally seeks a
home in regions not like this—in
regions of purer joy than earth
affords. As he who has long been
a wanderer from home approaches
the favored spot with a glad heart.
So the time-worn pilgrim to the
better land, after a long and toil
some journey, feels himself near
ing his long home, his heart is
filed with unspeakable joy—joy
“ COMING EVENTS CAST TIIEIR SHADOWS BEFORE! ”
only known to the heavenly pil
grim, he bursts forth in feeling, if
not in words—
This groaning Earth’s too dark and drear
For the saint’s eternal home ;
But a city of Heaven will soon appear,
And we feel that the moment is draw
ing near Samuel.
Heath of Prof. S. F. 15. Morse,
the “Father oi’Telegraphy.”
The intimations as to the criti
cal condition of Mr. Morse for the
last few days have, in a measure,
prepared the public for the news
of his death, which, as will be
seen by our telegraphic dispatch
es, occurred yesterday at the Fifth
Avenue Hotel, New York.
Samuel Finley Breese Morse,
popularly known as the inventor
of the electric telegraph, was born
in Charlestown, Massachusetts,
April 27, 1791, and was educated
at Yale College in 1810. Having
from an early age determined to
he a painter, lie sailed for Eng
land, arriving in London in Au
gust, 1811. Mr. Morse, who made
rapid progress m his profession,
exhibited at the Royal Academy,
iu 1813, his picture, “The Dying
Hercules'” of colossal size, the
plaster model which he made of
the same subject, to assist him in
his picture, received the prize in
sculpture in the same year.
In 1820 he paid a second visit
to Europe, and remained abroad
three years. On bis return to the
United States in the packet ship
Sully’, in 1832, a fellow-country
man, Professor Jackson, was de
scribing the experiments that bad
just been made in Paris with the
electro magnet, when the question
arose as to the time occupied by
I the electric fluid in passing
through the wire, The reply being
made that it was instantaneous,
Jackson, recalling the experiments
of Franklin, suggested that it
might be carried to any distance,
and that the electric spark might
be made the means of conveying
and recording intelligence. This
suggestion took deep hold of
Morse, who proposed to develop
the idea thus originated, and be
fore the end of the voyage lie had
drawn out the general plan of the
system known by his name. After
much difficulty and discourage
ment, in 1835, lie demonstrated the
practicability of his invention by
completing and potting in opera
tion in the New York Uuiverity a
model of his “Recording Electric
Telegraph,” the greater part of the
apparatus haring been made by
himself. In 1837 lie filed his caveat
at the Patent Office.
In 1840 he perfected his patent
at the Patent Office, and set about
getting his telegraph into practi
cal operation. In 1844 the first
electric telegraph in the United
States, between Baltimore and
Washington was completed. Since
•then its wires have been extended
over the country to the length of
more than fifteen thousand miles.
Submarine telegraphy originated
also with Mr. Morse, who laid the
first submarine telegraph lines in
New York harbor in the autumn
of 1842, and received at the time,
from the American Institute, a
gold medal for that achievement.
Honors have been showered
upon Professor Morse by European
governments and sovereigns, and
no American, probably, ever re
ceived so many marks of distinc
tion as this man, who, if greatness
be estimated by the vast results
of his invention, was beyond ques
tion one of the greatest men that
ever lived.
Mammoth Guns. —For the past
ten days a large force of men have
been engaged iu taking out of the
hold of the schooner Altoona, from
Boston, two irnmese Rodman guns,
intended for Fort Morgan. The
guns are of such heavy weight, be
ing upwards of 25 tons each, that
slow progress has been made, and as
yet noire of them Lave been lauded
on the wharf. One is suspended over
the hold, and will no doubt be landed
to-day. The delay has been caused,
by the necessity of raising a derrick,
making wildlasses, and procuring
the proper blocks and tackle. The |
guns were manufactured at Water
town, Mass., are 15. j foet in length, j
feet in diameter, with a bore of 15
inches—sufficiently largo for a man
to crawl in with ease. Fifty pounds
of powder is the charge used, and
the projectile is a solid round shot,
weighing 480 pounds. Six guns of
the same kind were left by the
schooner at Fort Jefferson, Dry Tor
tugas. —Mobile Register, 30th.
Ad Illinois farmer has just flushed his j
husking. He bad only 450,000 bushels of j
corn.
From the Constitutionalist.
APPROACH OF SPRING.
1!Y R. A. I. * * Y.
The joyous time is coming
Of singing birds and flowers.
We hear the lightly dancing steps
O f rosy-footed hours.
Young Spring comes gnily tripping,
And under her soft feet
Bloom daisies fair, and violets
With fragrance pure and sweet.
The air is mild and balmy,
The peach trees are in bloom,
With stings of keen delight we think
The subtle faint perfume.
The streamlets ripple gnily
From prison just set free ;
They kiss their pebbled beds and sing
A merry rythmic glee.
Farewell to you. old Winter,
Your rigorous reign is o'er!
Go back again, old gray beard, stern,
To your own Aretic shore.
So well you loved our Southland,
You lingered all too long ;
Tho’ at your touch the flowers decayed,
The fountains hushed their song.
Go back, old King ol Icebergs,
Your blue and frozen face,
Your breath that withers as it falls,
Your stern and cold embrace
Have chilled our very life-blood,
And we gladly say farewell.
The land of singing birds and flowere
Is not your place to dwell.
But welcome, merry Spring time,
Welcome, the sun’s glad beam ;
Each modest flower that bursts earth’s
bonds
Conies laden with a dream.
We love light-footed April,
With her sweet, capricious face ;
And rosy wreathed May, we gladly turn
To meet your warm embrace.
W asiiington Brigadiers.—Dur
ing the early months of the war
like years of 1863 the Senate was
blessed with a rare and independ
ent Committee on Military Affairs.
Two of them were Pacific—wo
mean from that coast —Latham, of
California, and Nesmith, of Ore
gon. Much pressure brought on
Lincoln to appoint brigadiers.—
Much delay and reflection was had.
“Old Nez,” as Senator Neshmith
was called, lost h s temper on that
question. During a heated debate
he attacked the inefficiency and
cowardice of a class of brigadiers
who always congregated about the
hotels in Washington when there
was imminent danger of a battle
at the ft out. “Senators,” said lie,
“go down to Willard’s Hotel! ob
serve the fluctuation of our na
tional Conflict! If a battle is near,
tho brigadiers are afar off; they
snuif it at a safe distance. Ii as
sed Willard’s last night at dusk.
An unruly dog was beseiged by
unruly colored bootblacks. Stones
were thrown at the dog, and six
teen brigadiers lay wounded on
the gory pave ; and it ica'n't u yood
nit/hi for brigadiers either .”
Touching, —A mother, a few
days since, found a lost daughter
in New York, under circumstances
showing that the girl had fallen to
the very lowest depths of vice,
though all the good was not crush
ed out, for she was deeply affected
on meeting her mother. The po
lice officer who was present at the
meeting of the two kindiy expres
sed sorrow for the mother’s tears,
that fell in a shower, and attempted
to console her. “Oh, sir,” said
the mother, “theseare not tears of
sorrow; they are tears of joy at
again seeing my darling child.—
She is my own, with all herlaults.” !
Could anything be more touching
than that forgiveness of her moth
er, who could weep for joy at find
ing her child, who, in every sense,
seemed lost. There is a lesson for
fathers who discord daughters and i
sons on slight provocation; that j
lesson teaches that a parent never i
should repel a child, degraded as j
that child may have been. For
give, forgive, forgive, as you hope
to be forgiven.
Olive Logan recently met Gen.
Forrest, and appears to have been
somewhat surprised to find him to
be of so gentlemanly manners.
•‘So great was my surprise,” she
writes, that I laughingly said :
Why, General, I thought you were
a desperate monster!” “Madam,"
he replied, “probably those north
ern soldiers and officers who were
your informants dur.iig the war
scarcely remained long enough in
my immediate neighborhood to be
capable of judging.”
—— —• Item— — - ■—
The Boston Jubilee is to last
eighteen days. The season tickets
will be limited to five thousand,
and are fifty dollars each. The
ticket is transferable and entitles
the holder •to the same seat
throughout the entire disturbance.
[s2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE.
From the Philadelphia I)ny.
Old .John OovodC.
One day, eariy in the session,
Covude told one of his friends that
there was a great deal of whisky
drank in that room. His friend
seemed perfectly indifferent to the
information, merely answering, “I
s’pose so.”
‘‘Well,” said Covode, “I don’t
much object to the boys drinking
all they want, but 1 don’t want
them to walk off’ with it in whole
sale. I’m not ambitious to keep
a wholesale establishment. A fair
retail business is all I care for.
They may come here, if they are
our friends, and drink as much as
they want, but 1 don’t want them
to steal it. 1 don't want them to
take a bottle to-day, demijohn to
morrow and a keg the next day.”
“Have a now lock put on your
washstaiul, then."
“That’s a good idea,” said Uncle
John, “it’s a wonder 1 didn’t
thought of it before.”
.So u new lock was put on the
washstuud —a large rosewood case
with doors in front and a marble
top. This would bold a small keg
ot whisky, two or three demijohns,
or a couple of dozen bottles. The
new lock did not seem to work
very satisfactorily. A day or two
after it was adjusted, the whole
store, about u dozen strong, was
taken. A few days alter the lock
was changed again ; no use—more
whisky gone mysteriously. Fi
nally, a very intricate and compli
cated lock was put on. Then the
robbery was to stop sine. The
very next night a demijohn disap
peared.
It was but natural that by this
time Uncle John became a little
discouraged ami unhappy. Still,
he could not give up the luxury
and satisfaction of having some
thing nice about him all the time.
It was pleasant to give a friend a
drink once in a while, and it was
sociable, and finally he got mad
and swore he would be dog’goned
if lie wouldn’t keep a little of the
stuff in his room, and lie would be
doggoned if lie would allow any
body to steal it either. So he set
a trap.
A new stock had ariivcd that
day, and be put it in die wash
stand, as usual. After the House
adjourned, he concealed himself in
the room, and waited. He did not
have to wait long, lie heard two
pairs of feet lip-toeing up to the
door, lie laid low, Pretty soon
a key was turned in the lock, and
then two men entered. From his
hidden place Uncle John peep
ed out and recognized two wag
gish Democratic members, wh >
were fond of their joke, but still
fonder of Uncle John’s whisky.
Still Uncle John laid low, but
kept liis eye open. The two men
walked straight to the washstaiul
and deliberately lifted oil'the mar
ble top. This was all, but it was
enough for Uncle John. He kept
quiet, however, until they had
handed out two or three bottles.
Then lie stepped out and said ;
“That’il do, buys; I want the
rest.”
There was at first consterna
tion on one side, as may be im
ogined, and anger on the other,
but these soon gave way to laugh
ter, and laughter was succeeded
by drinks. It was a good joke on
both sides; but Uncle John Co
vode, to the day of his death, never
forgave the Democratic party for
that trick.
Tiib Communication of Disease.
—A further contribution to our
knowledge of this subject has recent'
l ly been made by M. Chauveau, a
member of the French Academy.—
He states that contagion depends,
not on virulent humors in a state of
solution, but on solid matters held
in suspension by gases; and ho cites,
as evidence of the truth of this tlieo
ry, the facts that the inoculation with
dissolved substances remains with
out result, and that with coipusdos
is followed by the appearance of
disease. He also proves, by experi
ment, that miasms iu the air are not
disengaged gases, but solid corpus
cles. A person may be inoculated,
with a fluid formed by the conden
sation of the vapor of evaporation of
a virulent liquid, without danger,
while the primitive liquid contains
all its contagious properties. These
results were observed in experiment*
ing with tlio virus of email pox, ep
izootic typhus, and other diseases.
Miss Laura C. Redden complains
that the American women cat too
much horse radish and too many
pickles at lunch, entailing sharp
elbows, thin calves, and red noses.
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No. 6.
From the Norfolk T irginian.
“Let no Man be called Happy
until lie is Dead.”
“Let no nian be called hrtppj'.”
says the proverb, “until he is
dead ’’ This originated, as well as
we can remember, when a great
potentate was displaying bis vast
accumulations of wealth and tho
pomp of liis Court to a philoso
pher; and, from remote antiquity,
this saying bus come down to us
with daily illustrations of its truth.
There are times in the lives of
men when, if they were taken finm
the stage of action, they would
make their exit amid the applause,
the homage, and the lamentations
of their Coternporaries. But, pro
truded beyond this point, the glory
fades, and the hero of yesterday
becomes the outcast of to-day.
History is full of mournful illus
trations of this. For example,
had Arnold fallen when operating
in Canada ami adding his fiery en
ergy to the slow deliberation of
Gates, he would have stood almost
peerless among the heroes of our
Revolution. Foots would have
sung his praises, runmneists would
have loved to linger around his
lines of march, historians would
have adorned his splendid achieve,
incuts with their most stalely
rhetoric and most lofty praise.—■
But life survived the perils to w hich
lie had been exposed in a great
cause, to lose name and lame and
nationality in his fatal treachery.
Well might he !i xve exclaimed,
in his exile and his wretchedness,
“Let rio man bo called happy until
lie is dead !” In a less degree,
General Longstrect may take up
the same sad proverb. Brave as
a man can be, with a bright refold
in the late unhappy war, he might
have thrown himself with safety
oil the affections of the Southern
people, and been certain of the sup
port which others lees famous than
he would have received. But alas
fur him! in an evil hour lie went
into ft new trade. He betook him
self to polities. He fell into the
arms of the Radicals. He crossed
the Rubicon, and he has found liis
Ides of March. Alienated from
his old friends, displaced from po
sition, and now sued by one .Scott
for a captured camion, he presents
a spectacle which we contemplate
with sorrow.
The action against Gen. I.ong
street originated, it appears, dur
ing the grand shindy between
V\ arumtli and the Custom House
Bing in New Oilcans, during
which Lee’s ex Lieutenant—think
of it!—captured ft gun which the
aforesaid rebellious Scott had iu
his possession! 'i'lris is, imbed, a
mournful picture, and in its con
templation we have been reminded
of the proverb which we quoted in
the beginning: “Let no man be
called happy until he is dead !’’
A scholar in a country school
was asked, “How do you parse
‘Mary milks the cow r’” The last
word was d sp 'sed of as follows:
“Gow is a noun, feminine guilder,
singular nuinbi r, third person, and
stands for Mary.” “Stands for
Mary?” “How do you make that
out ?’ “Because,” added the intel
ligent pupil, ‘if the Cow didn’t
stand for Mary, how could hlic
nilk her?”
— •mm** vwarv ■
A party of men animatcly en
gaged in discussing politic* before
an uptown store attracted the at
tention of an age I agriculturist.
“Then ’s sumthin’the matter here,”
he observed to his wife, and draw
ing his team, he lightly shouted
to a consumptive individual on
the outskirts, “Whit's a foot?”
“Twelve inches,” was the sardonic
reply. The aged agriculturist
swore some aud drove off.
A Topeka (Kansas) merchant
is said to Jiave killed two birds
with one stone, by putting out a
sign, “John Smith, dry goods;
wishes to marry.”
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A*i aspiring young lawyer at
St. Albans is euro that he per
ceives “in the untrodden path of
the future the footprints of the
hands of omniscience.”
A new kind of luce foi trimming
dresses is called “daisy lace,” and
is about a finger wide, the edge
being formed by largo silk daisies.
The effect is fine on a black silk.
‘‘Do you understand me now ?”
thundered a country pedagogue to
an urchin, at whose head he threw
an inkstand. “I’ve got an inking
of what yon mean.”
— «*»«
Christian graces, like the stars,
sliiue brightest iu the darkest hours.