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L BUl aisi» EVERr WEDKESDAY ’ BY [pEKPLES & YARBROUGH. lyiEU M. rEEPLES, Editor, (rates of Subscription.^ I C I' IP V °six months.' ....•••• -? 1 JO ftgption rates are cash-payable oES'five subscribers,and ■ fibers wishing their papers ■ S ifrvncne post-office to another, ■fie the name of the post-office they wish it changed, as well IrFdAL ADVERTISEMENTS. _ ojj fcs£iwr.f»- v - 3 00 ■ ::: * $ ■ve to sell snn ■of land, per square 5 00 ■ers of dismission..... * " Klication for homestead 2 00 K,v notices - ■■■..•• 6 uu of land, by administrators, ■t-/"..- dimrilians, are required by ■ beheld on the first Tuesday in the K between the hours of ten in the E u and three in the afternoon, at ■c oar t.|iouse in the county in which ■,. jner tv is situated. ■otireof these sales must be given in ■ ’;: gazi tte 40 days previous to the Bo'ice hi debtors and creditors of an ■;,;also be published 40 days, ■olw for the sale of personal proper ■.,.tgiven in like manner, 10 days Hious to sale day. Htice that application will be made B| ie c o art of Ordinary for leave to ■ S ! must be published for four weeks, s on letters of administration, ■ Ac . must be published 30 H for dismission from administration, three months; for dismission ■guardianship, 40 days. f,, r tl;e f.M'ecb'sure of mortgages Hj. published monthly, four months ; Hublisbing lost papers, Dor the full ■, f three months; for compelling executors or administrators, H bond has been given by the de- Sp.ilir full space of three months. sales must be published for ■ ks. notices, two weeks. will always be continued t» thw the legal requirements, ordered. ■OFESSIONAL CARDS. ■ wins. WM. K. SIMMONS. Bl N X & SIMMONS, fl UTOUXEY3 AT LAW, ■ 3XCF.VII.LE, O EOItGI A. in Ciwiimett and the adjoining marlo-ly I. lIITCIIiXS, GARNET'! m'MIU.AX, nceville, (la. Clarksville, Ga. S 7 7f/.YX A J/7.1/7 ALLY, M .TTURNKVS AT LAW. laiwrencevi!!'* and Clarksville. " unties of tit- Western ■ W u Mikon ami Forsyth of the mar 10-ly S m. pel i>li:s. BrrORXEY AT LAW, t; A. Bo in the counties of Gwinnett, and Milton. '-'aims pr mptly attended to | r . N* GLENN, rORNEY AT LAW, CUVILLI, G A. l-fy attend to all business ■ '?!;* care, and also to Land, B n '' ” ens ' on claims mar ln-Gm ■ &G- A. MITCHELL, Bvrexceville, ga., t , ender a continuation of ■l 11 '’ 1 services to the citizens 1“ constantly on hand a lent of drugs and chemicals, carefully prepared. lANi AND SURGEON, VRENCEVILLE, GA. 5-6 m fl R01!L RT S , B arett -Y Georgia, entrusted to fl;.:J:V", u ? e circuit; also ‘ Ul,d Gwinnett of flf f ( y- //. Walker w Warrant* and fl lfle VnitrJ States fl-UNE HOSUE, near the Car Shed, fl"!’ "C Lod'jing, 50 Cents. ■ ’-'TON iioti:i. Weekly Gwinnett Herald. T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR.] Vol. 11. PLATONIC. BY WM. B. TKRRETT. I had sworn to be a bachelor, she had sworn to be a maid, For we quite agreed in doubting whether matrimony paid ; Besides, we had our higher love—fair Science ruled my heart, And she said her young affections were all wound up in Art. So we laughed at those wise men who say that friendship cannot live Twixt man and woman, unless each has something more to give ; We would be friends, and friends as true as e’er were man and man— I’d be a second David, and she Miss Jonathan. We scorned all sentimental trash—vows, kisses, tears and sighs ; High friendship, such as ours, might well such childish arts despise ; We liked each other, that was all, quite all there was to suy, So we just shook hands upon it in a busi ness sort of way. We shared our secrets and our joys, to gether hoped and feared, With common purpose sought the goal that young Ambition reared ; We dreamed together of the days, the dream bright days to come ; We were strictly confidential, and we 'called each other “chum.” And many a day we wandered together o’er the hills, I seeking bugs and butterflies, and she the ruined nulls And rustic bridges, and the like, that picture-makers prize, To run in with their waterfalls, aud groves, and summer skies. Aud many a quiet evening, in hours of full release, We floated down the river, or loafed be neath the trees, And talked in long gradation, from the poets to the weather, While the western skies and my cigar burned slowly out together. Yet through it all no whispered word, no tell-tale glance or sigh, Told aught of warmer sentiment than friendly sympathy ; We talked of love as coolly as we talked of Nebula;, Aud thought no more of being one than we did of being three. “Well, good-bye, chum ! ” 1 took her hand, for the time had come to go— My going meant our parting, when to meet we did not know ; I had lingered long, and said farewell with a very heavy heart, For although we were but friends, ’lis hard for honest friends to part. “Good-bye, old fellow ! don’t forget your friends beyond the sea, Aud some day, when you’v lots of time, drop a line or two to me.” The words came lightly, gaily, but a great sob just behind Welled upward with a story of quite a different kind. Aud then she raised her eyes to mine, great liquid eyes of blue, Filled to tbe brim, and running o’er, like violet cups of dew ; One long, long glance, and then I did what I never did before — Perhaps the tears meant friendship, but I’m sure the kiss meant more. A Newspaper that Never Re tracts. —The London Times many years ago announced, editorially, that a Mr. B. “had committed suicide by hanging himself.” Two days af terwards Mr. B. appeared before the editor, notified him that he had not hung himself, and requested an edito rial correction of the statement. The editor calmly replied: “The Times never retracts and never makes corrections. If we did that, people would have no faith in our news.” “Why, what can be done?” ex claimed astounded Mr. 8., “you see I am not hung! I am not dead!” “Ex cuse me,” replied the impurturable editor, “the Times has said, editorial ly, that you had hung yourself. To all intents and purposes, therefore, as far as we are concerned, you hung yourself and you are dead! We don’t know you to be alive. We can’t take back a word. You are dead and ought to buried. But we can do this for you. You can publish a card under ‘births,’ and announce under your own name, that you are born again! And we shall be doing you a great favor, Mr. B.” The recently reported new cattle plague in Wisconsin has these symp toms: The animal at first refuses to eat or drink; the nose, ears, and horus are cold; the milk dries up and blood runs from the nose, mouth, and other orifices. In about forty-four hours the auimal dies. It takes the food grown on 7,300, 000 acres of land to feed Londou one year—the product of 20,000 acres each day. The valuation of London sewage, now wasted, is 5,000,000, and would raise corn enough lor 2,000,000 people. Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, May 15, 1872. A Georgia Planter in Brazil. The Federal Union publishes the following letter from a native and a former resident of Baldwin county, who, possessed of a wan dering disposition, lias found his way into the interior of Brazil, where lie appears satisfied at last, ft is addressed to his brother, still resident in Baldwin county : Tiete Province, Santa Paulo, | February 12, 1872. j Dear Brother : I write you a few lines to inform you where I am living. Myself and children are well, and I hope you are enjoy ing the same blessing. I have traveled a long time, and was wrecked on % the Island of Cuba for nearly a year ; went from there to New York, and then to Brazil, where I now live. My youngest living child, Joseph, is now twelve years old. My wife and two young est children died in Texas. -Ihis is the healthiest country I ever saw; water is plenty and very good; the land is not level, but mountainous in many places. On the sea coast the mountains are very highland can be seen a great way off, with large steep rocks on the sides and tops. The settlement 1 live in is about like our old settlement, and the most productive land I ever saw, gray and sandy, with some red land. Cane [bamboo, we presum. —Eds ] eighty feet high all over the woods, and vines so thick that you can’t see a man five feet. The gray land has no cane on it. I think it the best land; it will make two thousand pounds of seed Cotton to the acre. Sugar cane grows finely; and there is no fiat level land to plant rice on, but it does well on the highlands, and corn yield an abundance. I live in twenty four degrees south latitude, the best climate in the world. All the year is nearly like May in Georgia. I have not had a bad cold since I have been here; neither have my children— in fact, no sickness of any kind. I have not seen a night too warm to sleep under cover. It takes produce longer to ma ture here than it does in North America. The days are not so warm and long from sunrise to sundown. We have some white frost from the Ist of June to the Ist of Sep tember, but very light. Last June a year ago it frosted twenty-two nights in succession. Winter is the dry season; rain begins in October and lasts until April; but we are not ofteu two weeks at a time without rain. We have light showers nearly every week. Corn never suffers for rain, nor does it ever fail to make an abundance. The way they plant here, they cut all the canes and vines; the large deadened trees do. not die soon, and some never rot. After the canes and vines dry, they burn off, and )’ou never saw such fires. Then they take sticks, stick holes in the ground, drop from four to eight grains in a hole, and that is all the work they do to it, and get thirty* to fifty bushels to the acre. The Brazilians are, the most of them, wealthy in this settlement, and well educated. Their lan guage is easily learned. My chil-, dren speak it very well. I will give what idea these Bra zilians had of a plow. They had never seen one uutil I came here ; some thought the mule, or buro, as they call them was hitched be hind the plow between the han dles. The first one I made was a good show ; I sold it for nineteen dollars, and havn’t been able to keep plows for my own use. All of them are getting in a notion of plowing. Many large plantations have fifty or sixty negro men on the place. The negroes and poor whites go barefooted. I have never seen any old worn out land, nor gullies or washed lands. Some pay an Amer ican good wages to iustruct their negroes how to plow—one thou sand to twenty-five hundred mil reys. A milroy is fifty cents. — They will give four milreys a day for a hand to plow. What we call a Cary plow in the States they like best. I sell them for $11.25; without stock $7.50 ; and $4 for stock. Ir. my next letter to you I will write you more about the country and its hunting and fishing. Noth ing more this time. I remain your loving brother, Joseph J. Greek. What man wants —all be can get. What woman wants—all she can’t [get- “COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE!” THE HILLB. When memory breathes of childhood’s home, And youth's pulse stirs with joyous thrills, Homesick, 1 long again to roam As free as then upon the hills. How oft, with childish eagerness, 1 climbed to gaze, where blue and dim, The distant hills, with mute caress, Seemed meeting the horizou's rim. And, with that hopefulness of youth, Which contact with the world soon chills, Built castles, which I though, in truth, To seek and find beyond the hills. At last, beyond the hills to dwell, I went; and though with tearful eyes, I looked a lingering fond farewell, The future wore a fairer guise. But in the life that the future brought, I found few joys and much of pain ; The idols proved but clay I’d sought ; Nor were my castles on the plain. - - Bloodless l>uel in Ohio. lhe Dayton (Ohio) Journal gives the following accouut of a blood less duel: One of the parties was a well known Democratic politi cian, formerly chairman of the city Democratic Executive Committee. It must be said, in deference to the fact, that the challenged party was a “colored pussou.” Of course chivalry was in the ascendant. The American fellow citizen ol Africau descent was determined to maintain the honor of his nation ality, while the ex-meuiber of the Democratic Central Committee had a sure thing of it in making it a condition of the duel that there should be no lead in the pistols. The darkey was not posted on this point. He believed that it was the regular thing according to the latest style of the duello. The parties met, as arranged by the seconds, on the banks of Mad river. The Ethiopian was furnish ed with an antiquated pepper box revolver, while the democratic Caucasian was similarly aimed. The word was given to take posi tions; the democrat and the Afri can obeyed the summons, but the darkey stood upon his courage and the honor of his race, while the democrat took his position with the agreed certainty that blank cartridges only w ere to be used. The men being placed, the usual words were given, and the parties fired. As might have been expec ted no one was hurt. The contest went on until three shots had been exchanged. On the fourth fire, as had been arranged, the forehead of the democratic committeeman was discolored by a stain, as of blood, and he fell heavily to the ground. The darkey was evidently dis couraged. He was the challenged party, and, as an African, could not refuse to vindicate the courage of his race. So when he saw his antagonist fall he was disposed to fly, and he did fly—right into the arms of the authorities ! He got into town with all possible speed, confessed his crime and was committed to jail at his own re quest. lie was at last released on sham bail, and the belligerents, who had so lately faced each other at the pistol’s mouth, fortunately 7 met. The darkey was overjoyed to find that he had not put a hole in the skull of his antagonist, as appearance had indicated, and the two combatants settled their diffi culty with a drink, after failing to accomplish such a result with pep per boxes. A Utah correspondent, treating of the plurality of wives among the Mormons, writes : A characteristic anecdote—one which I have often heard related by the Mormons themselves—will clearly illustrate the principle.— Among the applicants to Brigham for this especial privilege of saint ship there came one day, a brother of au unusually doubtful eharcter, when something like the following dialogue ensued : “So, you want auothcr wife, do you V” “Yes, if you please, Brother Brigham.” “Well, the short of the matter is, that you can’t have one.” “Why can’t l have one as well as the other saints “So, you want to know the whole story, do you ? ’ “Yes; I should like to know why I can’t have more than one wife, as well as the rest of ’em ?” “Well, you shall know, then, in short order. I want your race to die out!” The average man has 116 pounds of water in him. From the Overland Monthly for April. “Cut *um Too Short.” * * * The distance between my post and Santc Fe was over three hundred miles, and to facili tate matter's I was ordered to sur vey a new and shorter route—cut ting off about seventy miles. A company, numbering.eighty men, was detailed fur the purpose; and, as the course led partly through a wooded region, a considerble squad was required to act as ax men. Three or four lively Llack and tan terriers accompanied the command,affording no little amuse ment by their activity in snapping ’up unwary gophers, rats, mice, and other varrniu. The aborig ines, who frequently honored ns with their presence claiming to be “good Indian, me,” were exces sively pleased at those perform ances. On a certain occasion, one stalwart fellow, who spoke a few words of English, said to mo : “Nantarrh, heap good dog.” “Yes,” I replied, “they are good dogs.” ‘‘Cut’um ear, cut’um tail, make ’urn good dog ?” “Certainly, it is because their cars and tails are trimmed that, they get around so lively.” “Aough ! Me got a good dog; cut ’urn tail ?” “Yes, l> !ng your dog, I’ll have him fixed for you,” Next day, my Navajo friend ap peared with a small, black, Indian lice, sporting a long tail and ears to correspond. Unrolling his pre cious quadruped from his blanket, he signified a desire to have the job done without delay ; so I call ed two men, and bade one hold the dog while the other docked his tail with an ax. This did not suit Redskin, who refused to trust his favorite to the teuder mercies of a savage white man, and pre fen ed to perform tiie operation himself. I therefore ordered one of the men to hold the dog’s tail over a convenient log, while the other held his head and fore paws. All being ready, the Indian seized an ax, but, instead of using it as any other person would have done, lie swung the blade high above his head with 1 oth hands, as if the object to be separated required his whole strength. Just then the soldier who held his tail gave it a sudden pull, while the one at the head gave a corresponding push. Down came the keen weapon, di riding the unfortunate “purp” just forward of the hind quarters, to the infinite disgust of the Indian, who picked up the disjointed halves, threw his blanket over his shoulders in indescribable dignity, and exclaimed in gutteral accents: “Ugh ! II—1! Damn ! Cut Tun too short.” Church Scandal. That tall fellow’s here to-day, I wonder what’s his name ? His eyes are fixed upon our pew— l)o look at Sally Dame. Who is that lady dressed in green ? It can’t be Mrs. I .each ; There's Mrs. Jones with Deacon Giles! 1 wouder if he ll preach. Lend me your fan. it is so warm, We both will sit to prayer ; Mourning becomes the Widow Ames— How Mary’s bonnet flares- Do look at Nancy Sloper’s veil! It’s full a breadth too wide; I wonder if Susannah Ayers Appears to-day as bride? I/>rd ! what a voice Jane Rice has got; Oh, how that organ roars ! I’m glad we’ve left the singer’s seats— ltow hard Miss Johnson snores. What ugly shawls are those in front ? Did you observe Ann Wild ? Her new straw bonnet’s trimmed with black, I guess she’s lost a child. A St. Louis fair one, hearing that her lover was going to a ball with another girl, made a bargain with the hackman by which she drove the coach iustcad, and in place of taking the happy pair to their destination she took them several miles out of the city. Then inducing them on some pretence to get out, she whipped up the horses and drove hack, leaving the unfor tunates—the lady in a lyw-ncckcd muslin ball dress—exposed to a pelting rain in the midst of a lone ly wood. After wandering in the mud for a number of hours—a per formance for which neither the cavalier’s thin boots nor his com panion's kid slippers were partic ularly well fitted —they fouud shel ter iu a farm-house, where, finding a priest, and the mutuality of their misadventures inspiring love, they were united iu the holy hoods. ls 2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. “LOVE IN A COTTAGE.” BY L.OOISK 8. CPU AM. “Love in a cottage I” How charming it sounds! In what a delirium of bliss Will rural John talk to winsome young May, As he seals her sweet lips with a kiss 1 “Not silver or gold, but the wealth of one heart, Is the gift I proffer to thee; And a viue-trellised cot thy skill would adorn, Would be more than rich palace to me!” “It is sweet to labor for one whom I love, And, John, there's noue like you, I know;” So the soft little hand into his slyly creeps, And where he gots, she gladly will go. And they, like two birds, their hearts brimming with love. Choose a nest older birds have outgrown, And twitter and sing through the bright days of Spring, And envy no king on his throne. And John steps with a grand aud a sol dierly air, And speaks now and then of his “Wife!” While shy May quaintly says, ••Hedoes," or "lie says,” * And “Wives lead such a sweet, happy life!” But years fly apace, and no one of our race Ts exempt from life’s trouble and care ; And those that fond love most gladly would shield, Oft feel they reap more than their share. Thrice blest are the few who, through Winter and Time, Their seared mantles around them have flung; E’en though frosted and bowed with life’s burdens, have kept The love in their hearts ever young 1 If John's heart beat for Mary, and Mary's for John, Even through to the mists of old-age, Love will shine as a beautiful “Finis” at last, Fairer far than on youth's title-page. Love, in palace or cot, is a beautiful guest; A blessing in ways mauifold ; A crown of bright glory on the forehead of youth, A halo of bliss for the old 1 The Situation. The New Orleans Times gets off a good one in the form of a con versation between a couple of col ored American citizens. Hear them : “I reckon dc planter’s pockets is clean empty,” Baid a vcnorulle gentleman on Monday, who was leaning lazily against a post, “chit’s why (ley’s so mighty back aid dis year. Last year at dis time, I jest had to stand here two ininits, and bless the Lord, cf tweuty didn’t come up at once, hollering, 'old man, is you gaged for next year ?”’ “If day pockets is empty, what is w r e gwine to do ?” asked his companion discon solately. “I ain’t got a dust of meal, nor nuthin’ in my cabin, and I ain’t fit for nuthin* but farm work.” “Hush your fool tongue,” answered the other severely.— “Ain’t we done sent a heap of our folks to the Legislator? What you reckon dase doin’ dar, if it tain’t to make do white folks pay for de black folk’s grub ? I ’clarcs to gracious, Sam, you is got no more gumption dan dis here stone.” Sam whistled loud and decisively, and stuck his hands in hi* ragged pockets. “Look here, old Mose,” he said, “I reckon dis here chile knowH a buzzard when he secs it. Hern legislators is a makin’ dere own craps and dey ain’t a goin’ to take money out of dere own pockets and slap bang it in yours nor mine. No, not a bit more than you’ll ’vide dat are bale of cotton you briuged in to-day wid me. Es de planters is done broke, we’se broke along wid ’em. Whose money i 9 we bad since de war ? Is it de legislator’s or de plan ter’s ? I say when dey falls we gits a mity hard tumble, too, and dat’s de law and gospel, and you : can’t make it no oder way.” "You’se a confounded fool,” cried old Mose, stuttering with rage. “You reckon cause one lot j of fools is played out, dere ain’t a heap of men to step iuto dere shoes ? Is dey goin’ to run off de j plantations, or sink ’em, or burn ’em ? De land is dar. Oar’s a heap of money among the Yanks to buy ’em up. I b’lieves I’d rath er work for a Yankee boss any way.” “Taint no use to try to sense your old calabash,” said the other, roused in bis turn, “I tell you no Yankee boss is a goin’ to be such a consarned fool as to pay widout you works and derc’s an end on’t." A Jersey man eloped with the wrong woman by mistake. KATES OF ADVERTISING. space 3 mo’s. 6 mo’s. 12 mo’*. tmpmre * 4 ou fc 600 glO 00 2 sq’rs fi 00 10 00 ]o 0 0 3 sqr’s 800 14 00 20 (,0 H c,) l- 12 90 20 00 30 00 % col. 20 00 35 00 60 00 one col. 40 00 75 00 too 00 The money for advertisement* it do* on the first insertion. A square is the space of one inch ia depth of the column, irrespective of the number of lines. Marriages and deaths, not exceeding six lines, published free. For a mnn ad vertising his wife, and all other personal matter, double rates will be charged. No. 9. A Definition of Love. —Many women suppose they love their husbands, when, unfortunately, they have not the beginning of an idea what love is Let me explain it to you, my dear lady. Loving to be admired by a man, loving to be petted by him, loving to be caressed by him, aud loving to be praised by lain, is not loving a man. All these may be when a woman has no power of loving at all—they may all be simply be cause she loves herself and loves to be flattered, praised, caressed and coaxed, as a cat likes to be coaxed and stroked, and fed with cream, and have a warm corner. But all this is not love. It may ex ist, to be sure, where there is love; it generally does. Love, my dear ladies, is self sacrifice \ it is a life out of self and in another. Its very essence is the preferring of the comfort, the ease, the wishes of another to one’s own, for the love we bear them. Love is giv ing, and not receiving. Love is not a sheet of blotting paper or a sponge, sucking in everything to itself; it is an out-springing foun tain, giving from itself. Love’s motto has been dropped in this world as a chance gem of great price by the loveliest, the fairest, the purest, the strongest of lovers that ever trod this mortal earth, of whom it is recorded that lie said, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” Now, in love, there are ten receivers to one giver. There are ten pci sons in this world who likes to be loved, and love, where there is one who knows how to love. — Ejt. A sharp Yankee went into a country store Down East, and thus accosted the proprietor: “’Squire, do you trade “Considerable," was the reply. ‘‘l mean, do you dicker?” “Some; what you got to dicker?” A egg.” “What you want for a egg ?” “Guess I’d take a darning-needle.” The required needle was dickered for the egg, and the Yankee was going away, when he turned and said, “’Squire, do you treat?” “Well, I don’t mind if I do,” replied the good nat u red storekeeper. They re paired to an adjacent tavern, and the usual Bourbon was produced, “Hold on,” cried the Yankee, “my cliist’s weak and I never take whisky w ithout a egg in it.” The generous shopkeeper handed him the dickered egg, but without ask ing him for his neegle again. The Yankee broke the shell on the edge of the glass, when lie exclaim ed, “Gccwillikius, this egg’s got two yokes ! Guess you must gin me another darnin’-needlc,’squire” Guileless males should lieware of Memphis. Unwary travellers who aliglu there often hear a sweet voice exclaim, “Darling, I’m so glad you’ve conic,” while a soft arm clasps itself around the wil ling victim’s neck, a warm, palpi tating form is pressed against bis breast, and pouting lips linger on his. Then follow a little scream of dismay, a stammering apology, and hasty retreat. The delighted recipient of these caresses imme diately begins to weave a little romance, with the fair unknown for its heroine, and dreams of spendiug an eternity in the “coun terfeit presentment” of the above performance; but the discovery that bis watch, pocketbook, etc., arc missing, rudely dispels the rosy vision, and he shakes the dust of his feet off on Memphis. A traveller was once making a pedestrian tour of the Alps, when suddenly, in a narrow path, he came face to face with a large brown bear, lie drew a revolver and was about to fire, when, to his amazement, the bear cried out, “Don’t fire.” It turned out that the pretended bear was a mau em ployed by some guides, who sent him out dressed in a bear-skin when they bad a timid traveller to escort. At a preconcerted spot the bear would rush upon them, and when put to flight by the ex ertions of the guides, the traveller never failed to reward their cour age and devotion by a handsome present of which the bear received a liberal share. “Are these rooms to let!” said a polite gentleman to a handsome young lady. “Yes, sir.” “Are won !to l>« let with them f” “No, sir, I'm to be let alone.” “Good morning, "Squire, got sdv 1 thing new!” “Yes I've got the ntu ralgia, and it hurts terribly.”