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11l I IIIW II !!■■——r i ■IIIMI I TI i —n b.-i.-sir,■
THINGS II \vn CHANGED.
Ah, ye*, my child oils happy home
Until lost its - aurlard charm;
No more 1 feel that halcyon bliss
Which life but once can iorrr!
Aga n in p’ea-ore's hurried wiL
This hvait m y widly burn,
But passion’s glow will lade away
While thoughts of youth r. turn.
No n ore I’ll rest my weary head
Upon my mother’s breast;
A wand’ring exil i ling’iing here,
Till with her I shall rest.
An i l the world’s capri ious throng,
F Deforms of jov apaear.
But nr k 01 y’s dr<ams cf days agone
Bring back the pens'vetear.
F( r v hlle I le; an my throbbing bro.V
Upon rny darling’s I enrt
YVeconsecrate our living woe,
And feel we ne'er can part.
’Tis sweet, ah. yes ’tis sweet, to find
A fond congeni‘.l friend,
And mingle all ou r bosom’s woe
Li.e's IrtAiSure's to defend!
But mother, oh! where i the Isle
In Life’s wild raging tide.
TANARUS! at is not drenched with sorrow’s wave,
Win rein my life might hide ?
Benra’h a sti r rbine angel form
Wild fanev st ems to ee.
Which, printing upward, fays. “My chi and
Up tl e e, ’s rest for tine.’’
Highway Robbery'.—Early on Tues
day morning Mr. L. C. Carpenter, ed
ill>i—in—chief ot tin- Columbia (S. C.)
Union, while on his way home from
bis office, was attacked by two high
waymen, who demanded his money.
The gentleman, with great pn'Bence of
mind, drew his revolver and fired at
the villians, who, taken aback at such
sudden resistance, turned and fled
filing as tin Y ran Half all hour lute!,
noises were heard by the family of Mr.
Carpenter, indicating the presence of
bill g lai R about tbe premises. These,
laao ver, lulled to effect an entrance.
Preparing for a Negro Army A
VViishitignm I tic s,.ys ; ••Army vie
,-!,.s .n soul- b agitiil. and over tin*
(Hi jus bo iv It • IV' alii by .''l eat' '!•
Aira . I,' 18 0 Cl 'll “ less p 'I a
1. v- p ( dll g h i bun 11-gill" I-'S in
.ill- lean in army, the enlisiments in
which to !)'■ p curd exclusively t" col
oicd men. These regi nents were de
signed for service in such portions of
the Southern States, where the peett
liar temperam tof the black man en
ybh and him to itlistaiid more sufc- ns
fully t'li n the white man the em rvd
ting i ffi'Cie r.l the climate. 'lucre are
forty regimental organization? in the
army, and Mi. Ames, by his bill, pto
poses to (to away with the distinctive
organization of the four colored regi
ments and throw open the whole forty
to the enlistment of coca of that race." j
[Froilf the. Franklin News.
i Aunt Patsy’3 Christ mas Dinner.
BY SANDY HIGGINS.
If there was anything on earth that
my aunt Patsy Clerk had a natural
uDiuity for, it was to have a turkey for
| her Christmas dimer. I don’t know
I whether (.lie was pr dcstinated to eat
j turkeys, or whether they were pre
j destinated to bo eaten by her, and I
: and nrt know that I care, to any great
extent, but one thing I do know : it
was as natural for her and a turkey to
come together about one o’clock on the
25th day of December as it is for a
lawyer to lake to lying. The children
might go ragged and dirty, if neces
sary, aim .‘dti Hungry o any other
day, but it was well understood that
she was not to bo interfered witii
when her tinn c .me round. Indeed, it
was said by the neighbors, that the
fattest gobbler on the farm would lie
down and cross his legs without say
ng a word if he saw . unt Patsy start
towards him on the day before Christ
mas, and I have it on tin- authority of
her sun Torn, (who was never known
to tell a li !) that lie had lie:u-illv
seen ’em walk up and lay their heads
on the block where my aunt usually
xecuted her victims. But possibly
Tom may have stretched a little.
My aunt was a fat, good natined
soul, and from some unexplained
cause, always c nsidered me an es
peeial favorite, though for the life o
me I can’t tell hat it was for, as I
was tlie terror of the entire house
hole', when I was there. She used t
say that she was glad when I and Tom
got together, and profoundly thankful
wl.eu we separated, for il we parted
without having committed s me devil
ment she felt as if she had escaped a
greet calamity Nevertheless she was
certain to invite me over to speud the
holidays with Tom, who was about a
pair with me, and it is of one of these
occasions that I set out to tell I’m
like die old preacher who spent an
hour in making apoligies before lie
began*,his sermon, and wound up by re
marking that he did’nt like to hear a
man make any piebmn aiy remarks
in the pulpit
Well, on the morning of the 24th,
Torn was sent off early to the village
store on some errand, while I was It ft
lounging about, wishing tor some mis
chief todq when the eld negro cook
cnine into the room with the distress
ing announcement that the old gobbler
which had been fattened for months,
bad hem killed and partly devoured
by a vicious iiog that had broken into
his turkeyship’a pen the night before.
“The Lord a massy !” exclaime 1 my
aunt, fanning her self vigorously,
though the weather was cool cm ugh
to freze soft soap “What in the crea
tion did you leave the pen open for,
Dinah ?”
"Clar to God I fastened ’im up goi and
only last iglit," replied the old negro,
wlmse eys resembled a dying call’s.
“I wish to gracious the turkey w (1
been full of striehuiue, r something
else poismi!” said aunt Patsy.
“Then you’d 10.-t the turkey and hog
both, aunt,” I ventured to remark.
"Don’t speak to me again in a week,
Sandy I” said she. I never wis so
completely done up There ain't an
other turkey :>u he plantation that’s
fii for a hog to cat What shall be
done. Dinah ?“
“I I spec you mus‘ conk de ole hen,"
replied Dinah, scratching her wooly
bead in peiplexitv.
‘i spec yoti’ic a 100 l 1“ retorted my
mint, in adder than Indore, at t e idea
of having anything but a male tin key
on tier Christmas, table. "I ain’t eat
a Christmas dinner at In me in lolly
years without nil, y, and I’m not g. -
ing to begin it in my old age. Sandy,
you must nde dv r to nid Miss Jones
and buy in ■ on . She’s got a cow
p.*n fn I, that she has fattened tor
inaik' t, a it 1 ki" vv she’ I sell me one.
Go quick, Sahdv, t ides a good hoy,
and \on shall have such a dinner as
will bring teat s to your eyes witeu you
are ail old : an !’
Of course I couldn’t refuse, although
I ad a wholesome dread of Alias Jones,
ns m\ aunt called her, for she was one
of that sort of women who can’t quit
talking when she begins ; but there
was no help foi it, so I mounted runt
Patsy’s favorite nag and set out, re-=-
ceiving a strict injunction from my
aunt not to ride out of a walk, which
command 1 obeyed by putting old
PALMETTO GEORGIA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 14. 1873.
Dolly to her level best as soon as I was j
out of sight, and dashed up to Jones’
|in regular cavalry style The old lady
I happened to be at the gate, and opened .
; on trie as so hi as I stopped.
“For the Lord’s sake, Sandy.” said i
she “what is In nutter ?”
“The old boy’s to pay over at aunt
Clink’s, and no mistake,” said I, as I
dismounted.
“What is it ? who’s dead ?“ she in
quired .
The old sow has killed the Christ
mas turkey, and old Dinah lias got a
fir, and aunt Patsy’s gone crazy, and
! Tom’s gone to town after t o doctor,
| and I've come to buy a turkey, ‘ said
I, thinking 1 Inn! as well put it on
pretty thick, while I was at it
“Sokes alive !“ said she, “did the
sow actually kill tier turkey ?’’
“Yes ate her np clean, and is tun
ning about this morning vith the old
gobbler’s beard hanging front her
under lip, trying to gobble,” said I,
solemnly.
Well, well,” said she, that reminds
me of what happened when our Sally
was marii' and. see I had a gob
bler in the pen that I’d kept up for
let me see—yes,it was fully five weeks,
and I do expect he was about the fat
teat fowl you ever -ot eyes oil. You’ae
no idea bow much corn and peas and
stuff I’d fed to that turkey! Well, as
1 I was saving, the n'gnt before the
wedd ug, after I and my ole man had
gone to bed, I thought I heard a no.se
ill the pen; so I says to the ole man,
ses, I, “old man th ir’s s mctliing in I
that *.U' key pen.” “Of course, the |
'cobbler's in thar!” He tillers was the
in ist agravan man you ever seen
was inv ole man. But I k pt bearin’
the noise, and 1 sorter bmiehed him
with my elbow, and ses I, “ I tml you
that’s a varmint in that pen." Tlon
the dd man got cross—and lie alters
was as cross as fish hooks —and told
me to go and bring the pen in the
le use, and let him alone, s ■ I know’d
tl, ir w<is no use talkin’ to him about
it, but I conldeut sleep,loi I mistrusted
sum t ing, and shore enough, when 1
went out next tn li nin’a trillin’leather
ejfred possum or s one other eritte ,
had killed rny luikey, and about half
eat. him up. I was so mad I conic a
cried for 1 had carry anther turkey on
the nlace that would do to eat. and I
do think a weddm' without a tmk y is
obomina i ion
Here the old lady stopped to get a
good breath, and I ask' and her il she j
I had a gobbler to spare for aunt j
j Clark ?
j “W( II,” said she, leading the way
; to the back yard, “I’d do e’en almost
j anything to nb'eege sister Clark, and
i I do expect I’ve got the nicest passel
j . f turkeys you’ve seen in a coon’s age.
Yon see I’d heard that fat turkeys
would bring’ a go< and price in Columbus
about Christmas, and as I’d set my
head on having anew silk dress to
take the shine ont’n that sto k up Miss
Mills, I thought I’d send rny flock of
fowls down thar and j'ist about buy the
lrss, but Jack tuck it into bis head to
git sick totlier day, and I couldn’t get
inv turkeys carried tn market, and Ido
reckon I’ll have to wear my old dress
all the winter. Now, she continued,
“I haint got but one gobbler, and you
see he’s a fat one, and I spose I must
let sister Clark have him ”
“How old might he be ?” I inquired,
as I looked suspiciously at bis scaly
legs.
“Well, let me ee,” said she, count
ing on her fingers, “yes, that turkey
was hatched the year ole Tippecanoe
was ’lected !“
“Why, good gracious, aunt Jones,
“that was eight yea is ago!” said I.
“Was it ?“ she inquired, peeping
over her spectacles ; “well, so it was !
Dear me ! how time does pass off!
i But thar’s no mistake about his age,
| for it was in the fall of the ; ear, and
I was down with tlie ager, and I do
reckon the age: was wnss about here
i that year than it ever was before
j You’ve no idee bow much quinine and
calomv and other doctor’s stuff I swat
I lowed ! Seems to me 1 can almost
taste it yet ! Well, as I was savin,’
I’d bad the ager till was so weak I
could hardly lie down, when on day
my ole man, cum in and ses he, “Polly
lie alters did call me Polly, my de
man did—so lie ses, “Polly, that ole
one-eyed turkey hen lias got fourteen
young ones.” "You don’t say so !“ ses
I. “Yes, but I do,’ ses lie, “ar.d ef
j that’s any rooster among ‘cm I'll name
him Tip” You see my ole man sot a
grate stme by ole Tip and Tyler, and
so, sure enough, be picked out the ni
ce.-t lookin' gobtder in the lot and
named lino Tip. and we’ve kepi him
till this blessed day, 1 nt I l.de my ole
man that ef we didn’t sdi him he’d die
on our h ill’s, and he sed lie ‘lowed so
too, so I thought I’d send him to Cos
Inrubm, but I s’pose I must I. t sister
Clark have him “
“Weil,” said 1, “I’ll take him if he
was born the y ar Alexander the
Great was elected, for aunt Palsy
can’t live thronigh to morrow without
a gobbler. 1 ‘
So saving Ii ade a dash at. the old
rein --. dep/n-lW’g'rea Mlces, and brf rr
he had time to say ’quit,’ 1 had his legs
tied, and was hurrying out of reach i t
the old lady’s tongue, for fear slic’d
think of somethin r else to say, which
she did, fur I rode off and left her just
beginning to tell me about the trouble
she’d Lad with her fowls dining the
summer. 1 was glad to escape,
hurried buck to aunt Claik's, and
found her pacing the yard, 100 ing as
mournful as if he’d just been invited
to her grandfather's funeral, and had
no bonnet to wear.
“Well, Sandy,’’ said she, “you got
him, did you ?’’
“Yes, and that ain't all I got.’’
"What el e did you g'et, for good
ness sake ? 1 she inquired
“Why, I got the history of the Jones
family, man, beast and fowl, for the
last thirty ye ns,” said I.
“Well, ole Miss Jottes is about the
poorest hand to quit talkin’ I ever lis
tened to ; but is he fat ?” said she.
“Fat !” said I ; “the like never was
seen, I expect. Why, I could hear the
fat a sloshin’ al out in hint like soai •
suds as I rode along.”
“That’s a big—turkey !” said she
“but he must be powerful old.”
“Hatched late lust fall !” said I
without a smile.
“But look at bis spurs,” she insisted
“It’s anew breed : taey have full •
grown spurs at six weeks old.”
“D" tell I” replied she, waddling off
wit'n tier pn cions load, while I put up
Dolly, and. I went to the fire to warm
—for my toes felbt*iike they'd been
quarried front an iceberg, and my nose
resembled a full-grown blood-beet.
That gobbler proved a job. After
scalding him in a wasri tub, as they
would be bacon bog, they bud to get
the shoe pinchers to pull the feathers
out with ; and Tom declared that Ins
mother had to send off" after a nigger
man with.his broad ax to make a hole
in him. If any!) dy had told u p lie
was hutched the year John Adam was
elected, I should have believed every
word of it But the animal was Cer
tainly fat, and as Aunt Patsy had an
oven as big as a buss drum, I had no
dmilil but that tl. y would manage to
prepare him for the tabic, -ouieliow or
other.
That night, after Torn and I had
gone to bed, Tom remarked ;
“Sandy, how the dingnatiou is thru
gobbler to be cut up 10-monow ?”
“You and I’ll have to take the cross
cut saw to li ; m,” said 1
“Hang the cioss-cnt saw 1” replied
he. “I've swore out fi< m ever using
that tool any mo e. But there mu t
lie some provision made for the job,
and I can’t think of anytli ng but the
broad ax ”
“Tom !” I exclaimed, “if you’ll agree
to help me, I’ll fix a way to carve tout
fowl, without much trouble. But who
will be here to dinner ?”
“Elder Sn oitein and Miss Peggy
Skinner, that ! know o',” lie replied.
Now, til ■ so two persons weie my
pet abominations. The Elder was a
second Chadband, fat and greasy, who
was eternally pitching into i'uin and I
fir our wickedness, while Miss Peggy
was like anothei oi Dickens’ characters
“too much of her lengthwise, to >
little other ciosswis', and too many
angles of her unglewise ;” and I may
add, that there was too much vinegar
of qer suurwise. She was as spiteful
as a bue inai' in, and she made 6tit that
she voukl faint if a man only looked
at her. Consequently, (* hen Tom told
me that they were to be among the
guests, I told him just to bold still,
and give me a little ass sta ce the
next day, aml we’d fix tilings about
i iglit.
Everything and everybody was kept
in an uproar next day until dinner
time. Ny aunt declared that the more
she conked the tuikey the. tougher ho
got, while old Dinah was in a perfect
fever at the failure o’ al! her i ff uis to
mal e ail in.pre-siou on the old gentle
man. I and Tern, not being included”
in the kitchen force, were left to our
•elves, which wasjnit w'e t I w.nite’,
for I had a job of my own on hand.
Tow aids tiooii tin* Elder came in,
wi[iing bis flabby fate, des ty follow and
by Mies Pcgga, and two nr three otb
eis. Aunt Patsy, having seen the 1
cooking fi: isiied, and having g ven tl e
finishing touch to the table, sat down j
to await tl.e course of events, and to]
lv. ale herself with the Eldei’s Convei
sation. I kept an eye on tin pmcetd
ings. and when If und that every
thing vra- em tbi* 1 aide but tlm tmlivy.
1 sauntered into lias kitchen, wlieic 1
found old Dinah placing that gentle
man on a huge dish, with about half a
bus;.el of fixings around him. In my
pocket , bad a two ounce vial full of
powd( r, stopped with a piece of spunk.
“Aunt Dinah,” said I, “that dish I
too h ■ avy for you.”
“Dal’s a fuc’, chile,” said she; “mV
ole ban’s is so shaky I’se afeuid o'
spillin’ it.. Do you jes’ take it lode
table keeifully, while I ’in.once din
ner.”
That was just what I wanted. As
soon as her back was turned, I put
fire to one end of my hi ttlc-stopper.
thrust the vial into the old gobbler’s
awards, and carried the dish to the
table. By the time I iiad placed it
to my liking, Aunt marshaled in her
guests, and, to my great delight, she
placed the elder at the end of the ta
ble next the turkey, while Miss Peggy
occupied a seat on bis right, and a
red-beaded son of the preacher sat on
the left. I endeavored to excuse my
self and Tom, but she would not hear
of it, and insisted that we should seat
ourselves near her ; so we had to take
chances.
After a grace from the Elder as long
as the book of Jeremiah, Aunt asked
him to carve the fowl.
“Certainly, sister said he ;
“and I anticipate great pleasure in
partaking of the good things the Lord
has provided for us.”
Old fellow, thought I, you’ll partake
of something ’.hat somebody else lias
provided, if i ain’t badly fooled ! 1
didn’t dare to look at Tom, but leaned
i ack in my chair and awaited the
course of events.
Jus! as the Elder made a lunge at
the gobbler will) his fork, there was
an explosion like a six-pound cannon,
which sen; the fork whiiling to the
ceiling, while a broadside of the fowl
s nick the Elder about the stomach,
causing t(im to gruut like a puor ting
af.er a nettle root, and there lie sat,
his mouth open like a fox-trap, his eyes
running water, and saying never a
word.
Aiy Aunt gave a sharp “Oh, Lor
dy !’ ano died away as easy as a
young duck in a hail storm.
About half a gallon of the stuffing
struck Miss Peggy in the face, giviu
her the appearance of a half finished
stick and dirt chimney, and causing
h r to squall as fast and sharp as a
Billy-goat with his head fast
The red-headed youth had opened
his mouth about three inches to gape,
when a hind quarter of the old gob
bler made a straight shoot for tin
opening, and tried to go down ids
tin out without Doubling bis teeth,
noa ly choking him to death, and re
minding me of a calf trying to swal
low a corn cob.
Old Dinah, who was just behind t
Elder, rt-cecived the gobbler’s right
shoulder about a foot below her chin
which appeared to give her the colic,
for she doubled up like a snapping bug,
put her hands just below her stomach,
turned the whites of her eyes to the
moon, and went to groaning in concert
with the Eldei’s grunts, which got
faster end louder, as lie began to con
sider the sit nation.
Altogether, il was better than a cir
cus ; and the strangest part ol it was,
neither Tom nor mystll received any
injury—which affords another proof, I
suppose, >hat the devil protects his
own !
it took about an hour to testore or
der, and then we hud to eat without
tin key, although there was a quantity
id' il left. Elder Snorteiu said it was
a trick of Satan o wean their minds
from the lusts of the flesh. Aunt Pat
sy said nothing better could be ex
pected of a tuikey with a Whig name,
while Miss Peggy vowed it wis done
to insult her..
Whether any body suspected the
truth or not, I can’t till, but I and Tom
had a good .laugh over mu new plan of
carving a t ui key !
{NO. 3G.
A Popci.ar Northern Ureachf.r on
Heaven and ‘Ora Brother Jesus.’— The
following is an exiiuct from a recent
rCiino by ■B oi kbn parson nam' and
(Talmage, whose cluiieli —me taberna
cle — was lecenth burn'd, and who,
m-xt to 11*‘i ;-< r. ‘ “ l.a it rft a
■ - t is ih:b in li:;.i sec
ii n. He i- go ng to bnd an le-r ad
tnucli hi ger one, and is c a fident • I
securing s2oi‘,ooo for that pi r o-v ii
a very short time.
The Mac m l'ehgraj/h is thankful for
living in a land so benighted that such
reaching” is not only not popular,
i ill hard ly poss hie :
“Weil, l don't ti.l. k Heaven would
ho wor\h o. lie 11 n oar thcr Jesn fl
was'nt there. There would be very
lew people there. they would ail be
off looking for the lost Gbtist, and af
ter tin y had found him, with levin ;
r iolenee they w ould t= ko Him and bear
Him througlf the gates, and it would
be the greatest day known in Heaven
within the memoiy f.l e oldest inhab
itant. Jesus, never want off from
Heaven but once, an-i be was so badly
treated on that excursion they will
never let. Him go again. Oh, tie jov
of meeting our brother Joseph—Jesus!
We wiil want some new teim hy which
to address ILIII when in the first mo
ment we throw >ur arms around Him.
I can think of vvliat we shall do
through the long ages of eternity ;
but what we shall do the first minute
I cannot guess. In tlie flesh of His
eouteiiunce, in the first rush of our
emotion, what Yve shall do I cannot
image. Oh, the overwhelming glory
of the first sixty seconds in Heaven !
MeNiinks we will just stand and look
and look.”
Writ Len for the Shikl.d
Amusement at a place of
Mourning, a Criminal Impru
dence.
There are places and occasions at
which it would be imprudent not to
suppress the flow of joyous feelings.
What places and occasions? Must
they be places of mourning? Occa
sions of solemnity must they be ? Now
are not (the two last)
quite to a.-k then.?
To joyous feelings
even at of an enemy sug
gests something more than thoughtless
imprudence. Imagination here throws
its light on something ; a picture is
drawn, weather cool reason or hot pas*
soin give it locality, it is put in the
compass of inhumanity. A flow of
joyous feelings and a flow of luiny
tears at the same place, on Hie same
occasion ! That’s the picture ! Against
dead humanity ! That’s its meani ij I
Give it ad -uhlenanie ; it husudotildo
meaning, against dead humanity,
against living humanity. Now its
named wiili impartiality, so let it he
here before God and man as vvitlie. m* ,
let (• it riot ism and ever: nee be knifed
tog iiiei hy tier ordf:i 1 ine.-s of purpose,
before th's scene of paroxysmal de
light and paroxysmal grief!
I). 11. 11 Ann.-..
Written tor ilie Suin.u.
Good Acts Occasion Had A els!
“Fa* rsl el at hoxte doceri" Yikcii,.
(Tintli is genuine, even indeed learn
ed from an enemy.) Great truths are
set on foot. Tiny are rejected. This
injection is a manifest result oflhe de
pravity of the human mind. When
the outward shew of pre elisions are
forced upon the mind, they claim, at
least, lespeellul attention, if p-ssible
a candid undeistanding of them. But
yet it is true, often times, that in-'ead
of being justly fortunate, tli y are
treated with unmerited senniii'y and
derision. This is ichy it is that good
acts occasion Lad acts. And not ( nly
so, but because in overlook ng good
acts, so far as the influence of our
over-looking goes, so far, il is proper
to say, that we curtail the influence of
good acts and render abortive their
sacred Jinal impoitance. Just as if
we were to leave unh u vested a good
crop after having expended much pa
tient toil to make it so. Barbaiity as
sumes its most monstrous magnitude,
whenever it would darken the enlight
en! of good acts. It is like a man
who had rather kill, in the light of rea
son, than in the darkness of blind pas
sion ! Like him, who not content wLb
his own sphere and compass : f fl igi
cionsncss, seeks to paint brightest
virtue as black as his blackest villainy
D. U. 11. Stipe.