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tW INNETT HERALD. EVERY WEDNESDAY, BY £&* YARBROUGH. ' R M . rEErLES, Editor. of 'subscription. i.\TLS U* §2 00 top - Aree months f>o ‘SS rates are cash-payable ooey«VPjJJJJJfiVe subscribers, and onP SSiveacopvfree. wishing their papers abacnb <■« . office t 0 another, Re name of tbe post-office f t thev wish it changed, as well ■fjf.S the, wish it sent. Sit advertisements. m B ,° sell land - 5OO of land, per sqaare 5Q >rs of disniissi 00 •-• • - ftft !Jj| t y notices _ -..lea of land, by administrators, ff or guardians, are required by ° b,U on the first Tuesday in the h between the hours of ten in the three in the afternoon, at Jj3 be given in £ gazette 40 days previous to the ficc'to debtors and creditors of an 'limit also be published 40 days. AUe for the sale of personal proper ist bo given in like manner, 10 day s oas to sale day. _ nice that application will be rnacL ls Court of Ordinary for leave to „d must be published for four weeks, .lions on letters of administration lianship, 4c., must be published 30 for dismission from administration, ,lv, three months; for dismission tmardianship, 40 days, fes for the foreclosure of mortgages be published monthly, four months ; l&blishing lost papers, for the full of three months ; for compelling from executors or administrators, i bond has been given by the de- J.the full space of three months, •riff’s sales must be published for recks. rav notices, two weeks, blications will always be continued King to these, the legal requirements, ■ otherwise ordered. ■ofessional cards. H.WINS. wm. k. SIMMONS. ■INN & SIMMONS. ■ATTORNEYS at law, G noRC.iA. jßrtlce in Gwinnett und the adjoining mar 15-1 y I. lII'TCMNS, CARXKTT m’MII.I.AN, (!a. Clarksville, Ga. KrcvzLVs if- McMillan , Blttorneys at law. at Lawronecvillcaml Clarksville, in the comities of the Western in Milton and Forsyth of the mar 15-1 y B.lk m. im;i:pi,i:s, Bttorxey at law, ga. Wpticej ia the counties of Gwinnett, and Milton. claims promptly attended to IIL N. (iI.LNN, ■ttorney at law, Bscivillb, ga. IB promptly attend to all business ■eutohis care, and also to Land, Pension claims mar 15-Cm ■ T K - & G. A. MITCHELL, BwRENCEVILLE, GA., ■ectfnily tender a continuation of ■oicssnmal services to the citizens Keep constantly on hand a mi ‘ nl ,)f dings and chemicals. Wriptmns carefully prepared. HICIAN and surgeon, Bwrenceville. ga. ■ p - ROBE r tsT at Law, |B >lIAR ETTA, GEORGIA, ni al ' ! ,usinws to •ntb B r» e r cuit^ Kern circuit 1111 and Uw,nncttof mfti w r hc ; jIILIL w^r ’ Laud Warrants and 1 17 9,w ' the United States ,B r -LINE hosue, H Street - near the Car Shed, 11 at LANTa, ga. - Proprietor. W” 11 ' ° rLoi ¥ng, 50 Cents. m i -8 11 -I- s TO\ hotel Warlestox, a c :Biv E - u - Jackson. Weekly Gwinnett Herald. 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. — m* 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. BATES QF ADVEBTISING. stack 3 mo's. C mo’s. |l2 mo’s. i.-quiiic $ -1 oil 5> o 00 sln 00 2 sq'rs f> 00 10 00 15 q 0 3 sqr's 8 00 14 00 20 00 % col. 12 00 2ouo 30 CO col. 2o on Ho no on one col. 40 01) 75 TOO 00 The money for advertisements is due on the first insertion. A square is the space of one inch in depth of the column, irrespective of the number of lira's. Marriages and deaths, not exceeding six lines, published tree. For a man ad vertising liis wife, and all ol her persona I matter, double rates will be charged. 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.” - 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.