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T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR ]
Vol. 11.
We Can Make Home Happy.
Tliongh we may not change the cottage
For a mansion tall and grand,
Or exchange the little grass plot
For a boundless stretch of land—
Yet there’s something brighter, dearer,
Than die wealth we’d thus command.
Though we have not means to purchase
Costly pictures rich and rare,
Though we have not costly hangings
For the walls so cold and bare,
We can hang them o'er with garlands,
For the flowers bloom everywhere.
We can always make homo, cheerful,
If the right course we begin ;
We can make its inmates happy,
And their truest blessings win;
It will make the small room brighter,
If we let the sunshine in.
We can gather around the fireside
When the evening hours arc long ;
We can blend our hearts and voices
In a happy, social song ;
We can guide some erring brother—
Lead him Iroui the path of wrong.
We may fill our home with music,
And with sunshine brimming o’er,
If against all dark intruders
We will firmly close the door;
Yet should evil shadows enter,
We must love each other more.
qli! there are treasures for the lowly,
Which the grandest fail to find,
There’s a chain of sweet affection
Binding friends of kindred minds ;
We may reap the choicest blessings
From the poorest lot assigned.
Wanted.— A young man of indus
try, ability, integrity, etc.
This meets our eye daily iti the
column of “Wants,” and it is as true
as the Pentateuch. Wanted ? Of
course they are always wanted. The
market can never be overstocked ;
j they will always be called for, and
never quoted “dull” or “no sale”.—
Wanted for thinkers—wanted for
workers —in the mart, on the main,
in the field, and in the forest. /Spools
are lying idle for want of h young
man ; a pen is waiting to be lobbied,
a tree to be felled ; a school to be
instructed.
They talk about staples and great
staples. Honest, industrious, able
young men are the great staples in
this world of ours.
Ydung men ! you are wanted, but
not for a doctor. No, not a lawyer.
There are enough of them for this
generation, and one or two to spare.
Don’t study a profession, unless that
of a bricklayer, or a fat me r, or some
of the mauuel professions. Don’t
measure tape, if you can help it.—
It’s honest and honorable, and all
that, hut don’t rob the women It’s
their prerogative to handle silks and
laces, tape and thread. Put on your
hat then, like a man, don an apron,
and go out of doors. Get a good
glow on your cheek, the jewelry of
toil upon your blow, and good set of
well developed muscles. We would
go if we could, hut we were young
longer ago than we would like to
think ; but, you know, when one’s
old, he can’t.
Besides, if you become a doctor,
you’ll have to wait—“because you
haven’t experience,” says an ol 1 prac
titioner; because you are “too young,”
say all the women. If a lawyer and
likely to rise, they’ll put a weight on
your head, a la Swiss, to keep you
under, or if you make a good argu
ment, some opponent as gray as a
rat will kick it over, by some taunt
or other, because you was not born
in tbe year one. And so it will go,
until you are tired and bored, and
wish you had been a tinker, perhaps
“an immortal” one, or anything but
what you are.
Be a farmer, and your troubles are
over, or rather they don’t begin.
You own, what you stand on, from
the centre of the earth (as they used
to say) up to the sky ; you are inde
pendent all day, and tired, not weary,
at night. The more neighbors you
have, and the better farmers they are,
the more and the better for you.
There’s one thing more, young
man. You are wanted, a young wo
man wants you. Don’t wait to be
rich. If you do, ten to one, if you
are tit to bo married at all, you will
not find anybody that’s fit to be mar
ried. Marry while you are young,
and struggle together, lest in years
to come, somebody shall advertise,
“Young men wanted,” and none to
be had.
To discover spurious greenbacks,
or national bank notes, divide the
last two figures of the number of the
bill by four, and if one remain the
letter on the genuine will bo A ; if
two remain it will bo B ; if three, C;
and should there be no remainder the
letter will be I). For example, a
note is registered 2,641, divide forty
one by four, and you will have one
remaining. According to the rule
the letter on the noto will be A. In
case the rule fails, be certain that the
bill is counterfeit.
Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, July 10, 1872.
BERTHA’S LEGACY.
It was a night in the month of
January, cold, dark, and wet. The
wind blew in fitful gusts, and the rain
and sleet fell in torrents. Cabs were
seen flying in all directions, and strag
gling groups of men and women,
homeward bound after their day’s
labor, hurried along the deserted
streets.
The boulevards, squares and pub
lic thoroughfares of Paris, free from
loungers and promenaders, wore an
aspect of desolation that boded ill to
the homeless poor.
In contrast to the inclemency out
of-doors, many happy families gath
ered closer around their glowing
hearths, enjoying their comforts all
the more that they were sheltered
against the waning elements.
In the drawing-room of a splendid
hotel, situated in a quiet quarter in
the neighborhood of the Chausseo
D’Antin, such a family was assembled.
A great fire shown and crackled in
the chimney; gilt-bronze lamps en
crusted with enamels, shed a soft
light throughout the apartment; a
rich Gobelin carpet covered the cen
tre of the bright polished floor; and
the elegant furniture and costly orna
ments, artistically arranged, were so
many convincing proofs of good taste
and ample means. M. Constantin,
in fact, was exceedingly rich, and
proud because lie was the artificer of
his own fortune. Upright and eau
tious in all his dealings, lie, after
many years of successful! operations,
skillfully accomplished, found himself
at the head of one of the largest
banking concerns in Paris, recognized
as a sure guide in investments, ami a
competent autboiity in nlHbings per
taining to finance. On the evening
in question, Mr, Constantin was in
excellent spirits. During the day the
balance sheet, showing the result of
the previous year’s operations, was
shown to him, the profits being lar
ger than on tiny former occasion, so
that bo was thoroughly disposed to
indulge in the good humor of a pros
perous and self-satisfied man. Re
clining in his easy chair, he was sur
rounded by hi* romping children,
who listened to his amusing stories,
which they frequently interrupted
with their merry peals of laughter.
At tliis moment, outside, a very
different scene was to he witnessed.
A lonely woman slood motionless
before the door, the umbrella over
her head protecting her but slightly
from the ruin which streamed down
her dress, forming a pool of water at
her feet. After some minutes’ hesi
tation she mustered courage and
knocked on the door with a trem
bling band. A servant opened it,
and, requesting her to bo seated in
the ante chamber, informed her mas
ter that a woman wanted to see him
on urgent business.
“A woman ! What woman! What
does she want?” asked the banker.
“She did not seein willing to give
her name, but looks respectable, and
has come all the way from La Chap
elle to see you.”
“From La Chapelle such a night
as this ? Poor woman !” said Mad
ame Constantin. “Has she a car
riage ?”
“Oh no, ma'me,” replied the ser
vant ; “site has come on foot, and is
drenched to the skin.”
“Tell her to call at my place of
busiuess to morow,” said the annoyed
bauker. “I cannot possibly be dis
turbed at home.”
On observing an expression of in
terest and compassion flit across the
face of his eldest daughter, bertha,
who was in delicate health, he chang
ed his mind, and went to see what
his visitor wanted.
After an absence of ten minutes
he returned visibly out of temper
muttering something about the im
pertinence of intruders.
Ou being asked by his wife what
the stranger wanted, he said :
“Oh, the husband of this Madame
lienaud is a bookseller, I believe ; he
has been fool enough to stand surety
for his brother, who owes mo a few
hundred francs, and is consequently
embarrassed. She pretends that Ke
naud is in bad health, and cannot
just now refund the amouut, but
wants me to accept it by installments,
which proposal 1, ot course, refused
for one moment to entertain. 1 sup
pose she was .trying to work upon
my feelings when she told me that
ltenaud was threatened with the con
sumption, that she had a small tain
ily to bring up, that the times were
hard, and so forth.”
“You could not, then, grant her
the favor she asked!” chimed iu his
wife.
“bv no means. It would be en.
tirely contrary to the rules ot busi
ness to which l mean to adhere, but
do not let us trouble ourselves about
the matter. Those people are al-
“COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE!”
ways trying to impose upon the credu
lous, and generally pay when hard
pushed. Come along, Bertha, give
us a tune upon the piano to change
the subject. What a stormy night
this is !”
Bertha sat down at her father’s
desire ; but while her back was turn
ed to him an expression of sorrow
clouded for a moment her pale face,
and a tear fell upon the music sheet
in her hand. In her guileless sim
plicity she pitied the poor mother
who had pleaded in vain for her sick
husband and helpless offspring.
The charming Bertha sang, in a
low, sweet voice, full of expression,
her father’s favorite songs, accompa
nying herself on the piano, and re
stored him to his wonted good hu
mor.
lie was proud of Ids accomplished
child, and anxiously hoped that with
the approach of spring her health
would be re established.
Poor Madame Renaud, on quitting
the hotel, rapidly wended her way
home through the storm, with a
heavy heart, insensible to cold and
rain.
Resigning themselves to their lot,
the Renauds witnessed their stock of
hooks sold off at one-fouith of their
value, the proceeds being barely suf
ficient to pay tlie rent falling due,
and settle M. Constantin’s claim.
Stripped of everything they pos
sessed, saving a bed, a table, and a
few clmirs, they removed to an attic
in a wretched locality, and mingled
with the poorest of the poor. Fer
tile in resources, like many other
French women, Madame Renaud
girt up her loins for the struggle with
want and misery. Being a skillful
needle woman, sbo sought work dili
gently and found it, and thought
nothing of traveling all over Paris in
quest of it.
From dawn till dusk she was never
idle, laboring in season and out of
season, without murmur or complaint,
knowing that* the lives of those near
and dear to her depended on her
alone. On the miserable'ptltaimt so
earned, the family were spa'sely pro
vided with the bare necessaries of
life. l>y continually imposing priva
tions on herself, her comely face grew
pinched and wan, until she was
scarcely recognizable. But the cour
ageous woman’s heart never fainted,
and in the faithful discharge of her
duty she found her best reward. To
her husband, in the days of his pros
tration and affliction, she was a tow
er of strength ; and ner children rose
up before her and called her blessed.
Summer came again, laden with
fresh pleasures and beauties to glad
den the hearts of man. The bright
sunshine, the green fields, the fra
(i-rant flowers, the hum of bees, the
song of birds, the bleating of sheep,
amfthe bellowing of kine were posi
tive sources of enjoyment —delightful
forms and sounds, grateful to eye and
ear.
On the banks of the Marne stood
a fine old chateau, surrounded with
spacious walks and stately tiees, to
which M. Constantin bad removed
bis daughter Bertha, in hopes that
the change of air and sceueiy would
ward otl the fatal disea e that was
undermining her strength from day
to day.
Her cough increased in intensity
with her weakness through the sum
mer and autumn months, and M.
Constantin despaired of Ids darling’s
life. Human skill and wealth were
powerless to arrest the march of the
grim destroyer, and the sweet resig
nation of the suffering maid was
painful to behold.
To escape the early chills ot winter
the family proceeded to Nice, hoping
agaiust hope that Leilbas liealtli
liTight be restored. A hectic flush
occasionally suffused her pale face, as
she looked upon the magnificence ot
nature—the fertile valleys, the hoary
mountains, the waving forest, the
sounding sea. ....
Her eye of preternatural bright
ness looked as if kindled with the
light of a purer life, while her un
complaining gentleness would have
touched a heart of stone. Her heart
broken parents now bent over her
night and day, smoothing her pillow
and comforting her in her last hours.
“Father,” she said, do you remem
her tiie poor woman who sought you
on that stormy night, aud pleaded
for her husband aud ber children f”
“1 do, Bertha.”
“Please <dve her the hundred franc
note that ? got from Unde Eugene
on my lasi tete day, which you will
find in my work-bo*. ’
“1 will, my child.’ 1
In the early dawn of next morning,
she said:
“Father, mother, embrace me i
cannot see you. 1 feel we snail not
be long together; but we will meet :
again.
A few minutes afterwards die
breathed her last, and her spirit of
innocence and purity winged its flight
to the realm us of peace.
The iron had now entered into the
soul of the prosperous banker, and
he for once realized tho frailty of
human nature and the vanity of
worldly hopes and desires. A link
was now wanting in tho family chain,
and Bertha’s vacant chair was a per
petual souvenir of their 10.-s. Tho
father’s face assumed a care-worn
look, and the mother’s an expression
of sadness. Years afterwards, how
ever, when resigned to thoir bereave
ment, they looked back with tender
interest to iho sweetness of Bertha’s
lifo, and fondly dwelt upon the qual
ities that made her memory fragrant.
In midwinter, M. Constantin, in
deep mourning, was wending his way
towards Ea Chnpello St.. Denis, in
quest of the Renamts. Their shop
was occupied by a wine merchant,
who knew nothing about them. A
grocer in the neighborhood informed
him that they were the most respec
table people, and hail been brought to
misery bv tho hnrd-heartedness of an
exacting creditor. After much search
ing, he finally discovered their ad
dress, and recognized Madame Re
naud on tho staircase before him,
sadly altered, however, since ho first
saw her. lie slowly followed her up
six stairs to a narrow attic, and lis
tened in the door way. A racking
cough plainly told what the matter
was with the occupant of the bed.
“The lady I sewed so much for has
not paid me, and tells me to call next
week. What we must do, God only
knows. 1 have neither fire nor food.”
And her children cried for bread,
while she had none to give them. A
tear rolled down the banker’s cheek,
and he turned on his heel and rapidly
descended the staircase.
On reaching tho street, ho pro
ceeded to a restaurant, and ordered
a savory dinner to be sent up to tbo
Reminds, shortly afterwards, a smart
bov, carrying a heavy breakfast, went
whistling up the same staircase, and
knoeked*at the door.
Words cannot depict the aston
ishment of the forlorn family on
receiving this unexpected supply, nor
the happiness that reigned that night.
When they had finished their re*
pas', and were sti I speculating about
it, M. Constantin walked in, and ex
plained the motives of his visit. Ber
tha’s legacy, with something added
to it, he placed in Madame Renaud’s
hands, while to the poor broken-down
bookseller he presented a check on
the Bank of Fiance for ten thousand
francs, telling him he was to accept
it as a loan, for which lie would only
charge him with interest at the rate
of only two and a half per cent, per
annum until he was able to refund
the amount.
Prosperity again dawned upon the
poor Renauds, who had been so sole
ly tried, and the medical skill which
failed to save Bertha restored the old
bookseller to health and strength.
M. Constantin, after the accom
plishment of his mission of mercy,
felt how much more blessed it is to
give than to receive, and went down
to the Chausee d’Antin with a light
heart and a good conscience.
llis charity, which began at this
period of his life, did not end here.
Whatever human suffering was to he
alleviated, he was sure to be one of
the most generous and unostentatious
contributors. So numerous have been
the benefits bestowed bv him upon
the well deserving in adversity, that
he is now, in his green old age, be
loved and respected as ‘‘the poor old
man’s friend.”
Pensions to the Soldiers ok tiie
War or 1812. —About twenty thou
sand applications for pensions under
the act of the last Congress granting
pensions to the soldiers of the war of
1812, and to their widows and or
phan children, have been finally act
ed upon, and there are now upon
file, pending further examination,
from ten to twelve applications, with
others coming in at the rate ol about
twenty a day.
The applications are, when receiv
ed, referred to the Third Auditor for
examination as to proof of service.
Should the evidence not bo found
there, search is then necessitated in
the bounty land division of the Pen
sion Office, and if it is there found
that tho application recived bounty
land, it is taken as evidence of ser
vice ; but if nothing is found to sus
tain tho claim of service in either of
lhe.-.e two offices, the applicant is
then notified that lie must support
IT'» claim to service by other evidence. I
Meantime ilre application is held in
HOtl 1 1* ot tills tllilt .
most of those remaining undisposed ;
of now consist.
[ A YEAR, IN ADVANCE.
From the Troy Times.
Marriedfor Money—Had Story
of a Y'oung Itost on Lady.
A funeral procession passed by
yesterday. A young man told me a
story that I think has a peculiar sad
ness about it. At Saratoga last sea
son at one of the largest balls helspfit
the Grand Union Hotel was a young
lady with tho most charming and
fascinating manneis and graces.—
Her toilette was equally as pleasing.
Nlie was the hello of the hall—an
honor accorded her without dissent.
Her attendant during the evening
was a young man dressed almost
gaudily and bearing himself with all
tho distasteful self conceit of a brain
less millionaire. Ho was the son of
a Boston leather dealer. He met tho
lady at Saratoga for the first time
last season, and sho, by direction of
her parents, who were also wealthy,
and who insisted upon tho arrange- |
merit became his atlianced. Previous j
to this she had met a young gentle
man, also of Boston, of tho utmost
respectability,ot thorough honor and
iim-giiiy, but without fortune. To
him she had been something inoro
than a friend, in fact, almost a be
trothed. Ho was young, had .risen
by bis own stern efforts, and wa9, it
is said, possessed of sterling and
promising abilities, which in time
must havo won him wealth and per
haps distinction. On the return of
tho lady from Saratoga last season,
her engagement prevented her from j
further intetcourse with her first i
suitor, and he was dismissed. His ;
giief was pitiful.
lie strove not to reverse it by word i
or action, hut tho very efforts ho so
laboriously made exposed the poig
nancy of his wounds. The lady lived
with her husband in the suburbs of
the city, at a large and costly resi
dence, for one month after thoir mar
riage. By that time tho abuse of
the husband and bis gross sensuality
and indecency compelled an immedi
ate separation. lie was incontinent
ly shipped to Europe, where lie still
remains, and the young wife was left
to gradually decline in liealtli until
death ensued ; but not before she had
reproached her parents for driving
her to the alliance which wrought
such early ruin and Hasted such
bright hopes and expectations. As
the funeral procession passed up a
public street, the first admirer of the
body, while watching with blanched
cheeks and moist eyes the sad cor
tege, full to the ground while suffer
ing an attack of hemorrhage of the
lungs. He was carried into a physi
cian’s office near, where he died be
fore the body of the one he had so
tenderly and truly loved was laid in
its last resting place—a victim to a
true and holy passion. True it is that
There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel
has told,
When two that are linked in one heav
enly tie,
With heart never changing, Hnd brow
never cold,
Love on through all life, and love on
till they die.
One hour of a passion so sacred is worth
Whole ages of heartless aud wandering
bliss ;
And oFi, if there be un Elysium on earth,
It is this, it is this.
Ono can baldly pity the remorse
of the young lady’s parents, and yet
human sympathy will not refuse an
“amen” to tneir tearful try of an
guish.
General Ji iial Early on Office
Seeking.—General Jubal A. Early
lias written a letter declining tiie use
jof his name for Congress in the
Lynchburg ( Va.) district. He says :
“If ever there was a time when
there was truth in the words of tho
poet who has said ‘the post of honor
is a private station,’ that lime is now,
and it is none the less so because of
the trials attending that station in our
impoverished land, while office, espe
cially under the United States, is
generally attended with large emolu
ments. The great bane of our coun
try at tliis time is the wild limit
after office, and I shall certainly not
add to that evil by my personal ex
ample.”
“Is my taco dirty !" asked a young
lady from the backwoods, while seat
ed with her aunt, at the dinner table,
on a steamboat running flom Cairo
to New Orleans. “Dirty ! No. Why i
did you ask ?” “Because that insult- ,
ing waiter insists upon putting a
towel beside my plate. Pve thfown
three under the table, and every time
he comes around he puts another one
before me.”
A young lady was looking at a
picture representing a pair of lovers
in a boat, with tiie arm of tho lover
gently enfolding the waist of his
dulcinea, when she innocently io
inarked, “How natural!”
RATES OF ADVKRTISINO.
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I'M i <re 5 400 £ <OO <Pi 00
2 sq’rs f, 00 In 00 1;i 0 0
3 sqr’s 8 on 1-1 00 20 GO
H col. 12 no 2oon so ro
j; col. 20 00 Bft 00 60 00
one 001. 40 00 7ft 00 10 00
The money for advertisements is due
on the first insertion.
A square is (be space of one inch in
depth of the column, irrespective of the
number of lines.
Marriages and deaths, not exceeding
six lines, published free. For a man ad
vertising his wife, and all other personal
matter, double rates will be charged.
No. 17.
Miss Nellie Grant ami Queen
Victoria.
The San Francisco Chronicle lias
received through private sources a
letter written by Miss Nellie Grant
to Queen Victoria, previous to her
visit to Windsor l ahue. Its charm
| ing simplicity and thorough good
sense—if it be authentic—put beyond
question all doubts as to (be nature
of the visit and the feeling which
prompted it. It reads as follows :
Langley's Hotel, May, 1872.
My Dear Lady and Queen —I am
embarrassed at the honor of an ofli
cial request, given through a high
officer (your high Chamberlain, I
think,) to be presented to your Maj
esty. I should dearly love to see
you, that I might tell mjr father and
mother that I had been thus honored.
I am hut a si i pie American girl ;
that I am the President’s daughter
gives me no claim to your recogni
tion ns a sovereign. If, with the
kind lady who is acting ns my cha
peron, I might visit you, I should be
very glad. Our Secretary of Lega
tion hints at some poliiie.il signifi
cance in this opportunity. I cannot
so interpret it, and would not like to
he so received, because it would not
be light, as I am nothing in Ameri
can politics, and I am sure that my
father would not desire me to appear
anv other than ns my simple and
very humble self. If, with this ex
planation, your Majesty will allow
me to visit you, 1 shall he greatly
honored and he very proud.
I have w iitlen this note of my ow n
notion, and because 1 think it is the
right thing to do. lam your Maj
esty’s very obedient seivant and ad
mirer, Nellie Grant.
The reply is equally as refreshing,
and In-trays a spirit which does more
honor to the British Queen than
multitudes of other acti ns for which
her subjects have loudly applauded
her:
Windsor Castle.
Miss Nellie Grant—l havo in
structed Lady to convey to you
this note, and we shall receive you as
the daughter of your honored pa
j rents without the intervention of
I high officers of the State. I shall
accept your vi.-it as an “American
' girl,” and there shall be no oilier sig
nificance in the fact than your kindly
expressed desire to see the lady aid
not the sovereign. 1 shall find it
pleasant to forget tlftit I a.n Queen
in receiving von to-morrow afternoon
at our palace of Windsor
Victoria.
“A Tight Squeeze ” —Tt is an old
sfoiy, but a good one, about Jacob
Millei.and Ud Dutch miller, who be
■ times would become temporarily in-
I sane. On which occasions lie would
j imagine liim-elf the Lord, come to
judge the world.
Mounting a pile of flour, he would
assume all the exterior dignity of a
judicial officer, and at once commence
lo judge his neighboiing craftsmen;
making and answering the interroga
tions himself. He would commence
with Hans Gotleb’s case.
“Ilans Gollcb, stand oop. llans
Gotleb. va* vas your peesnias in dnt
odder vorhlt?” “I vas a miller, O
Lordt ” “Vas YOU a shust man,
linns Gotleb J” “Vel sometimes ven
de vatef be vas low, and tie peesniss
lie vas padt, 1 (lakes pudy high toles.”
“Vi I all right llans Gotleb; you
shall go on de left side mil de goats.”
And in this manner ihe crazy old
fellow would call up one after another
of the milUrs <>f his acquaintance,
asking the same questions, getting
the same replies, and invariably sen
tencing tlicii! to “de left side mil de
goats.” Last <>( all he would judge
himself after 1 his wise:
“Jacob Miller, stand oop. Jacob
Miller, vat vas your peesnias in dat
odder vorhlt ?” “L vas a miller, ()
Lordt.” “Vas you a ahn»t man,
Jacob Miller !” “Vel sometimes veil
de vater lie vas low, I dakes pur.ly
still' doles, but I always "ives dcin
extra doles to do poor.” “Vel Jacob
Miller von shall go on de light side
init de sheeps; but it is a darned
tight squeeze.”
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“And so ye have taken the teetotal
pledge have ye?” said one Irishman
to another. “lodade l have, I am
not ashamed of it aither.” “And did
not Paul tell Timothy to lake a little
wine for his stomach ?” “So he did!
But tht n my name is not Timothy ,
and there's nothing the matter with
my stomach, bed ad.”
A woman applied to a magistrate
for a warrant against a neighbor,
saying : “She called me a thief, your
llouor. Gan’t I make her prove it!”
“Pei haps vou can,” quietly replied
the magistrate, "but if 1 were you, I
w ouldiiT.”