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wnkktt .herald. -,ED EVKBV WEDNESDAY, Bl [ E ! PI ES A YARBROUGH, f M . PEEPLES, Editor. L m oF SUBSCRIPT 10 *- .lmc months... •• ' few * re wh-p.y.bte rjy.SKKT™ nm ’ k 0 w :n receive a copy free. |S£ wishing their papers post-office to another, rTthc name of the post-office K h thev wish it changed, as well |to which they wish it sent. 87. r advertisements. I'::: S 22 ItilSr-'".: 5 g ItSTomestead 200 ■ration tor u 3 00 ■ notices Isj- of land, by administrators, ; s or guardians, are required by Z held on the first Tuesday W the between the hours of ten nr the “ind three in the afternoon, at art-house in the county m which these sales must be given in c paette 40 days previous to the debtors and creditors of an It dm be published todays. ■L'tor the sale of personal proper- H be given in like manner, 10 days day. ST., application will be made H Court of Ordinary for leave to ■.l mu3t be published fur four weeks. Kens on letters of administration Knship, Ac., must be published .SO ■for dismission from administration, ■, three months; for dismission Hoirdianship, 40 days. for the foreclosure of mortgages , published monthly, four mouths ; Wishing lost papers, for the full >f three months; for compelling ■om executors or administrators, bond has been given by the dc thc full space of three months, iff>a sales must be published for [y notices, two weeks. ■cations will always be continued L to these, the legal requirements, [therwise ordered. ■dfessional cards. RfIXK. WM. E. SIMMONS. Inn & SIMMONS. ■ttorneys at law, BcEVILLB, G EORGI A. Bee in Gwinnett and the adjoining B mar 15—1 y H. HUTCHINS, GARNETT M’MII.LAN, Bcevilie, Ga. Clarksville, Ga. mchins McMillan , BIORNEYS AT LAW. Hat Lawrencevilleand Clarksville. Her in the counties of the Western Hnd iu Milton and Forsyth of the Hge. mar 15-1 y |:ii M. PEEPLES, Btorney at law, ga. in the counties of Gwinnett, and Milton. claims promptly attended to jB-6m B N. GLKXN, BORNEY AT LAW, b-v,*. ga. attend to all business JBtohis care, and also to Land, claims mar 15-Gm Bk. A G. A. MITCHELL, Brexceyille, ga., jjHfnlly tender a continuation of Wssmnal services to the citizens constantly on hand a ent of drugs and chemicals. ,ls carefully prepared. B u l 1-1LM.1)., AND SURGEON, ■’Renceville, ga. ■ F ' R 0 B E II TS , Bttorney at Law, |BaUETTA, GEORGIA, ■S^ 11 !’. usincss entr «sted to ■IS of° e ," e cirniit ; also circuit Iu anJ <jwinnclt of B Wi J h C ° l - JL 11. Walker . nd Warrants and Ike United States joiif 11-tiin HOSUE, ■ rcet - Dear Car Shed, ■ TLa nta, ga. 1% ’ " “ Proprietor. W or Lod I i ri 9> 50 Cents. ■t ■ h>TOx IIQTKL s. c . M £ - H - Jackson. Weekly Gwinnett Herald. T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR ] Vol. 11. THE FISHERMAN. Old Sambo walk'd forth one fine morn ing in spring, As the first lurk was shaking the dew from her wing, Ere she sprang from her lest in the clo ver so sweet, To soar in the heavens, old Phoebus to greet. Quoth he, “The air’s warm and the day is so bright I wonder if jack-fish and chub wouldn’t bite ? ” So taking his gourd from the nail by the door! As olt he had done iu the days gone be fore, And seizing the hoe, fell to digging for bait With a hearty good will, by the old gar den gate. He pulled out his poles from ’near the low shed, And calling to Dinah for his hoecake of bread, Went whistling a tune down the path to the mill That nestled in shade at the foot of the hill. He stepped in his boat and shov'd from the shore, And bending his back to the light, glan cing oar, Shot as straight as a line to the old fishing ground Where the chub lov’d to play and the jack did abound. As he near’d the cool shade of the silent retreat, Undisturbed by a sound save the wood* pecker’s beat, lie laid down his oar, and doll'd his wool hat, As the skiff crept along with the stealth of a cat To the lap of a tree, by the tempest laid low, In its watery grave in the shady bayou. lie stuck down his stakes and fasteu'd his boat, Wiped the sweat from his face, and shed his brown coat, Unwound all his tackle and baited his hooks And let them down soft, in the cool, stilly nooks; Then, folding his arms, sat watching to see What luck would betide, whate’er it might be. A dainty, quick nibble soon made him aware That a wary old fellow had come to his snare; So he eased up his pole and rose to his feet, To get a good pull should there be a re peat ; Another quick Dibble toss’d his cork with a quirk, Old Sambo pulled up with a powerful jerk. When 10, in the place of a chub, fat and plump, He had hung but the root of an old wil low stump. He jerked ar d ho pulled, but ne’er a jot or a whit Could he move the old stump or the hook that was in it. So chafing with rage and vexation full sore, He pull’d up his stakes and put back to the shore, Wiser far than he went, and satisfied quite He’d ne’er take a nibble again for a bite. MORAL. Now, the fisherman’s story, tho’ sad to be told, Holds a moral as good as an ingot of gold; And if you would judge of the fruit by its taste, Go test the old maxim, that “haste e’er makes waste.” [Richmond Dispatch, Daniel Webster in Boyhood.— Daniel Webster iu boyhood gave no promise of the extraordinary powers of his manhood, and espe cially of his fitness for public life and speaking. His growth was slow and solid, not rapid and brilliant. The fol lowing record of his early years may encourage some of our young readers: When about seven years of age his father kept a “Yankee Tavern,” aud young Daniel used to enter tain the guests by reading to them some of the psalms of David.— Even the rough teamsters, when they pulled up their horses, would say, “Come let’s go in and hear a psalm from Dan Webster?” His voice at that time was deep, rich and musical. But as a schoolboy he was no elocutionist, or rather his sensitiveness was such that he could not practice. II is first effort at fourteen was a failure, for the moment he began he was embarrassed and burst into tears. He tried many times, preparing himself carefully, but when his name was called, and he saw all eyes turned upon him he could not rise. So much for this great ora tor. Let no timid boy be discour aged. A crusty old bachelor, not liking the way his landlady’s daughter had of appropriating his hair oil, filled his bottle with liquid glue the day before a ball to which the girl was invited. She stayed at home iu cousequenee. One true friend is better than a hundred relatives. Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, May 1, 1872. For the Gwinnett Herald. PEN AND INK SKETCHES. John C. Whitworth. Like many of the eld settlers of this county, Mr. Whitworth was born in Old Pendleton, South Car olina. I have been impressed that so many of whom I have written, were from the same place—Wilson, Hutchins, Garniany, Whitworth and others were from Old Pendle ton. Mr. Whitworth was born in 1800, but the day and month I have been unable to learn. He moved to this county in August, 1823, and lived with his brother, Richard Whitworth, until October of the next year, when his first marriage took place. He was twice married —first to Isabella Drummond, by which marriage he had eleven children—eight sons and three daughters. His first wife died in April, 1847, and, living a widower a year and upward, he married his second wife, Jane Johnson, by which marriage he had five children —four daughters and one son. Thus, it will be seen, be was the father of sixteen children, and from his offspring went out sev eral sons to defend the rights of the South against Northern tyranny, in the late war. Ilis sons were good soldiers, and several of them, I believe, sacri ficed their lives in our struggle for independence. I remember two of them, espe cially, that went out with the “In dependent blues”—John C., named for his father, and Matthew. I have often heard their Captain speak of John and Matthew Whit worth as good soldiers, performing all their duties, both of the camp and on the battle-field, faithfully and gallantly. Matthew, I think, died and John was killed in battle. Two others, I think, afterwards belonged to the same company, making four that belonged to the army of Northern Virginia, and others of them were in tho West ern army. Mr. Whitworth was many times honored, By the people of this county conferring office upon him— first as Justice of the l’eace in his district, then as Justice of the In ferior Court; and as a member of the Legislature. He was elected to the State Leg islature several times, —I think, as often as six or more; and lie filled all these official positions credita bly to himself and to the satisfac tion of his constituents. The wri ter was associated with him four years on the bench of the Inferior Court. At that time, the Inferior Court had the supervision of all county matters, and sat every two months “For Ordinary Purposes.” Judge Whitworth was always prompt iu his attendance and faith ful in the discharge of his official duties as one of the Court, to my knowledge. He was a staunch Democrat, of the old school —was popular with his party, and always received Whig votes. Hence, he was elec ted sometimes wheu his party was in the minority. lie was never unsuccessful be fore the people—as 1 remember— but once, and that was for the State Convention of 1850. He run that race upon the “Southern Rights” ticket, and the other party had the then popular cognomen of “Union Party.” The latter party succeeds, and Mr. Whitworth was beaten for the first time. Eight or ten years before the death of Mr. Whitworth, which occurred the 18th of November, 1804, he was attacked with palsy, or paralisis, from which he never even partially recovered, but con tinued to grow worse, until he be came a wreck in mind, as well as in bod}’. The last time 1 saw him, lie was a pitiable object of decrep itude and imbecility. The strong man had become as feeble and helpless as a child, and the strong and vigorous mind was as inactive as tiie body. The forcible lines of Johnson, referring to the insanity of Swift, so frequently quoted by John Randolph in the last years of his life, and which shows us life, iu its most melancholy form, were applicable to Mr. W : “In life’s last scenes, what prodigies surprise, Fears of the brave and follies of the wise! From Marlborough's eyes, the streams of dotage flow, And Swift expires, a driveller and a show. W. Docs it hurt a joke to crack ill “ COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE! ” An Air-Line Road From Ma con to Knoxville. We had the pleasure, yesterday, of an interview with 11011. C. J. Well born, State Senator from Union county, Messrs. S. H. Banks and P. E. Lawshe, representing the City Council of Gainesville, and Mr. A. A. Campbell, of Cherokee county, North Carolina, who are in (hie city tor the purpose of calling public at tention to the great advantages of a railway connection between Macon and Knoxville by a very neai ly air* line road. They are all thoroughly familiar with every foot of the proposed route, and claim for it advantages which —assuming their premises to he cor rect —are certainly not found in auy other. They declare, and reference to the map hears them out, that from Macon to Gainesville it would pass nearly its entire length over the ridge between the Oconee and Oc inulgee livers, and from Gainesville northward to Tesantee Gap, in the Blue Ridge, near the line of White and Union counties, would bo nearly if not quite as favorable. From this gap to Marysville, Tennessee, the present terminus of what is called the Knoxville and Chaleston railway, the topography of the country is such as to secure a most favorable route and at a comparatively moder ate cost. The true air-line, as demonstrate 1 by them, would, after crossirg the Ocmulgee, flank almost every water course from here to Gaines ville—certaiuly every one of any size at all—and crossing the Georgia railroad ai Social Circle, pass through Monroe, Walton county, thence to Gainesville, where it would intersect the Air-tine road; but they do not consider that such a deflection as would turn the route by Covington and Lawrenceville, offering any seri ous objection. Both charters for a road from Macon to Knoxville re quire—we believe —that it should pass through both these points, and we understand these gentlemen to sav that 12 or 15 miles will cover this deflection from tho Air line. They claim, also, that by their route, Knox ville can he reached in 225 miles —a much less distance than any other route proposed. They also set forth, as another argument in favor of their route, the great mineral wealth of the country through which it will run, specimens of which they exhibit. Iron, marble and soapstone are prom inent among these, the first of which has been proven by actual test to compare with the best ore known. Specimens of this ore from Cherokee county, North Carolina, wore exhib ited at the Cincinanti Industrial Expo sitionof 1870, that had been subjected to only one manipulation, and was pronounced equal to the best speci mens shown, and which were the result of three or four manipulations. They state that their route runs for 45 miles through this ore bed, and for GO miles through a section inexhaus tible in this and the other minerals named above. All they ask to demostrate these facts and advantages in an exper imental survey of the route, and the Gainesville representatives are authorized to state that that place will bear a share of the expense of making one. They wish public at tention in this city aud section called to the route and its claims, and that our municipal authorities and citizens, generally, interest themselves in the matter, at least to the extent of a ealin and careful consideration of it. We trust their visit here will he both pleasant and profitable, and that among its results may he the determining upon and speedy con struction of some road from Macon and Knoxville.— Tel. tC' Messenger. Sheriff ’• Sai.es—lmportant Phcmiox | —His Honor, Judge Davis, delivered a j very important opinion at the Franklin Court last week—important to Sheriffs and newspaper publishers. He decided i in substance, that, when not otherwise 1 stipulated in the contract with the prin l ter, the sheriff is personally bound for all advertising fees, no matter what plea of homestead exemption, bankruptcy, in | solvency, etc., may be imposed—that he I takes the office with the knowledge of the I fact the law holds him responsible for these fees, and he cannot afterwards avoid this responsibility. We rep ret that we have not this deci 1 sion before us, and hope His Honor will furnish it for publication, as it settles an , imjiorUnt principle, end settles it cor rectly. It is no hardship on the sheriff. j Let him collect the fees promptly, and he will uever lose a cent. Where there is doubt about bringing the property to ! sale, let him reouire the plaintiff to be- I come responsible lor fees if the defen ; daut interproee such obstacles sb will | prevent a sale. If the property is sold, ; there is no difficulty about advertising fees.—Watchman. From the N. Y. Commercial. Eli Perkins—Flirting Girls and Flirting Fellows. Firm A’venub Hotel, Fob. 10.— Those flirting Fifth Avenue fellows. Everywhere I go the young ladies are furious at the way Brown’s boys are conducting themselves this winter. Their chief aim seems to be to get a young lady ‘on the string’ and then trifle with her affections. They always talk, but they never propose. They fuss around three or four months with a young lady and then plead poverty and the I don’t-want-to-take you-from-yonr -nice-home dodge. Now, the girh are willing to go. They are wil ling to live in a garret with a brave, handsome, working fellow, with a heart big enough to kill them with manly love. They don’t like these timid, calculating fel lows. They like a man who will rush headlong wherever love beck ons him, knowing that happiness and wealth will soon follow after. The young ladies begin to get mad. They are tired of waiting. This letter, from a I‘iftli Avenue belle, came yesterday, and it tolls well the syren tale of love and flirtation : “Fifth Avenue, Feb.v 9. My Dear Eli: We Fifth Avenue young ladies have got an idea. You know the New York flirting fel lows have been going on dread fully lately. We never know when they are iu earnest. They ke< p us waiting, watching and fussing, but they never come right square out and propose. The talk sweet enough but when wo get them right down to the proposing point they dodge off or remain silent. “Why, only Sunday night, Char ley Brown, whom I love—really love too much for anything— called, and even he fooled me like the rest. I’ll tell you how it was : “Pa and ma were at church, and sister had gone up to Vassal' to school, wheli Charley—the dear boy —came. Well, we sat on the sofa, where we always do. By and by lie took my hand; tlieu he told me he loved me. This made me blush—not because it was any thing new, for the fellows all say that. “Do you love me ?” he asked, leaning forward so that I fell his head against mine. “Yes, Charley, yon know I do,” I replied, and then I—why I wait ed for Charley to say the rest, but lie held my hand thoughtfully a little while and then dodged off by saying, ‘Well, Lizzie, I’m glad you love me for 1 do like to be loved.’ “Oh, the mean fellow ! I could cry with rage, but I like him, and I like to have him come here, but 1 do think it was mean to make me commit myself so, and tlieu he —why, maybe lie’ll go right off and do the same tliii g to some other girl to-night.” Lizzie's Idea. “This is our new idea. All the girls have agreed to it. We call it the honorable dodge, and we are hound to put through every flirt ing fellow in New Y'ork on it. The idea is—but I’ll tell you how 1 practiced it last night, and you will understand it better. But you know it is a secret, and of course you arc to he trusted. 4 Well, last night Fred Palmer called. You know he is an awful flirt. We sat on the same sofa where Charley and I sat before. The gas was low, and pretty quick Fred began to talk ‘Spooney.’ I pretended to be affected. Then lie said, ‘what a pretty ring you have, Lizzie.’ The old dodge, you know. ‘Yes, so-so,’ I replied. ‘ls that your crest engraved on it?’ lie asked, taking my hand. (Another old dodge, you know.) ‘lt isn’t half pretty enough for your hand,’ he continued, ‘you should have a diamond solitaire. Would you like one V ho asked, looking lovingly into my eyes. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘if it comes from the right one.’ ‘]low would you like one from me, Lizzie V he asked, with a sigh ‘Oh! should be delighted, if i thought you loved me,’ and then I looked down on liis coat sleeve. 'Bat, Lizzie, you know I love you—l love you dearly I—’ 'Do you love me enough to •peak to father about it ?’ 1 asked, interrupting him. ‘Yes, Lizzy, dear, I will speak to him to-morrow,’ he said, kissing my ham). ‘No Frederick,’ I reinarkeJ, re moving my hand from his convul sive clasp, ‘l’m glad you arc wil ling, but I’m engaged to Alfred Smith, you know, aud I was only [s2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. seeing how far you would go!’ So keep the idea a sect et a little while, my dear Eli, and we girls will fool every follow in New York. Mum is the word ! Yours, ” Lizzie.” * mrn ♦#> m LOOKING BACKWARD ON NEW YEAR. BY HARRY FI.ASIf. God’s hand hath planted another year In the fruitful soil of time, To the maqic poem of human life, Is added another rhyme. And 1 sit here in a stranger town, Widowed of all the joy I used to know at the glad new year, When 1 was a little boy. It is only a (ew brief years ago, Telling the days that are dead— But it seems to me n c ntury, Counting tho hopes that are fled. When my heart, like the gold ot I’arvain, Was treed from all alloy— Uh ! brighter than heaven seems now, was earth. When 1 was a little boy. I've wandered, restless as the wind, O’er many a foreign strand, And plucked the pleasure buds of earth From Clyde to Lamereund. But never a flower, pure from bl'gbt Or sweet, that did not cloy— Oh ! never a canker cursed the bud, When I was a little-boy. I've found the pleasure that’s b*ru of pain, The knowledge that comes with years, And paid the price, that Adam paid, For wisdom and for tears. I’ve lost my faith in friendship’s vow' — And love’s a broken toy. 1 used to trust iu mother and God, When 1 wus a little boy. Sadder than death is the bitter change, In the trusting heart of youth ; Better believe in a wholesome lie, Than forever doubt the truth. What cur« ] for Arthur’s fame, On the ten years siege of Troy ? Its heroes are myths, I used to know, When I was a little boy. Tis true that memories are mine, Unutte ably bright; But like the stare, they shine above, And only show ’tis night. The darkness is quick with tempting fiends Luring to destroy. I used to live in the light of God, When 1 was a little boy. It may be true, and I hope it is, That death will cease this pain— And on the shores of another world, I’ll be a child again, And feel, with the fullest faith and love, The olden golden joy, That came of my trust in mother and God, When 1 was a little boy. [Constitution. A Singular Dream. —The Frank fort correspondent of the Courier- Journal, of Saturday, writes as follows: The announcement of General Humphrey Marshall’s death brings to recollection a dream related by him to some of his friends, in a room at the Capital lfotel. a week ago last night, which made little impression on them at the time. General Marshall, ex Governor Charles Anderson, Liont Governor Carlisle and General Hodge con stitnted the party; ajid the sub ject of supernatural manifestations and presentiments had been under discussion for some time when General Marshall suddenly turned to Carlisle un i remarked : “I had a singular dream last night. In my sleep a spirit appeared before me and asked what I knew of Judge Davis, the nomine e of the Labor Reform Convention. My reply was that I knew very little about him. “Then study his re cord, and make yourself thorough ly master of it,” said the presence, “for the country is on the eve of great events, with w hich you are to be associated. Behold!” “I looked,” continued the General, “to the part of the heavens indi cated, and saw before me a politi cal panorama, and from year to year I beheld my own name recor ded until A. 1). 1880 was reached, and after that it was seen no more. I shall live till 1880. John, I am satisfied of it —I shall live till 1880.” Thrilling. —The Wilmington Star says a thrilling scene occurred at a Republican meeting in that city. A personal misunderstanding had oc curred between two colored states men in the assemblage, and one of litem raised his ban t in solemn pro test, saying, emphatically, "Gemmen, sich proceedings as dcse, in do time of General Washington, would hare been deemed nuslujcrout /” Upon this significant remark, quoth his oppo nent: “Sar, did you pesume to say imligtrons!" '*\Vliat I done say, I has spoken!'’ solemnly replied the other. **D« streams lance required no explanashun aud I resist." said the first speaker, and seated him self with becoming dignity. RATES OF ADVERTISING. srAcs 3 mo’s, j 6 mo’s, jl2 mo’s. isquuie 4> 4 Uti o ou $> lo OO 2 sq’rs f, 00 10 00 15 3 sqr’g 8 00 14 48) 20 hf col. 12 00 20 00 30 00 ‘i; col. 20 Oo 35 00 60 00 one col. 40 oe 7a O'* toe oo The money for advertisements is due on tiie first .nsertion. 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 free. For a man ad vertising his wife, and all otfier personal matter, double rates will be charged. No. 7. One ok Make Twain’s Anecdotks. - : [\V histle wherever the stars occur. If you c an’t, get somebody tlmt can.] lie said that several gentlemen w«ro conversing in a hotel parlor, and ona man set there who didn’t have any thing to any. By and by the gentU men all went out except* one of tiro number and the silent man. Pres ently the silent man reached and touched the gentleman and says, * * I think, sir, I have seen you somewhere before. lam not * * sure whore it was or * * when it. was * * but I know 1 have * * soen you.” The gentleman says : “Very likely; but what do you whis tle foil” * * i’ll tell you all about it * * I used to stammer * * fearfully, and 1 courted a * * girl * * and she wouldn’t * * have me, because 1 was afflicted with such infirmity. 1 went to a doc tor and * * ho * * told mo that overy time 1 * * went lo stammer * * that I must whis tle, which I * * did, and it * * completely cured me. But don’t you know that * * gill * * wouldn’t hare me at last, for she * * said that * * she wouldn’t talk to a man that whistled as I did. * * She'd as soon hold a conversation with a wheoltorrow that wanted * * greasing. A Crowing Doo —A natural cu riosity exists in Decatur, in the shape of a dog that m ver barked iu his life, but instead of indulg ing in the vocal exercise common to the canine family, each morning imitates the crowing of a roaster. His owner accounts for this strange peculiarity by stating that the dog was born and hied iu the country, and from his earliest pup hood, was separated from all other curs, enjoying only the companion ship of barnyard fowls. Hearing no other sounds so frequently au the crowing of the Cocks, and doubtless not knowing that his species enjoyed the solo ownership of another and different soi t of music, lie began to imitate the matutinal exercise of his feathered companions, in which he has at last acquired a proficiency which surprises and cliaims every one who has had the felicity of listen ing to its performances. Sons ok Successful Men —Next to the inquiiy, what becomes of the pins? an interesting question would be what becomes of the sous of successful men ? A few firms are in the hands of the 6ons of the founders; but these are ex ceptions. 'The (dd names and the old trade generally pass into the hands of others. “Do you see that man shoveling coal ? Well, liis cliildicn, and children like his, will jostle your pampered sons and rule this land,” said an old New Y'oiker the other day. A school teacher in Omaha, hav ing an inordinate died of the small pox, sent home a little girl because she said l.er mother was sick and had marks on her face. The next day the girl presented herself at the soli ol house, with her fingers in her mouth and her little bonnet swinging by the strings, and add to the teacher, “Miss , we’ve got a leetle baby at our house; but mother told me to toll you that it isn't catchin'.” The teacher told her pupil to take her seat. mtm» m A Western lawyer who tried to collect a hi 1, wrote to his client ilius: “Gent—You w ill never get any money from Bill Johnson.— The undersigned called on him yes terday, and found him with nary a tile, his feet upon the naked earth, and not clothes enough upon him to wad a gnu.” Thompson is not going to do any thing more in conundrums. 110 recently asked lii.s wife the differ ence between his head and a hogs head, and she said there was none. He says that it is not the t ight uu swer. A young chap in a district school on Long Island, who, being asked who was called ‘•The Father of his Country?” Rhrilly shouted: ‘‘lirigham \ oung !” and the “school maim” came near boxing his ear* for it, but—didn’t. A printer’s devil in an Omaha newspaper office was bitten by a dog some day* ago. After linger ing severat days death put an end to the sufferings of the dog. A shopkeeper recommending a piece of silk for a gown, told his customer: “Ma’am, it will wear forever, aud tuaku a petticoat as« terward.”