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VOL. I.S RATES OF LEGAL ADVERTISEMENTS Sheriff's Pales, (30 tla\ s) per levy §2 50 •* • .61 (lays) per levy 500 Tax Collectors’ Sales (30dey>) per levy 2 50 Administrators, Executors or Guar dian Sales, (40 days) per square—lo lines Nonpariel 5 00 Notice to Debto s : nd Credit rs (30 days) 5 00 L ave to Sell Real Estate (30 days)... 500 C fation-Letters of Administration (30 days 3 00 “ “ ot Guardianship (30 days) 3 00 Letters lEsmission of Administration (90 days) 5 00 “ “ Guardianship (90 days 5 Q 0 Estray Notices—Cattle (1 insertion)... 5 00 “ •* Horse or’Mole (GO days) C 00 Extmpiion of Hr mesteud pu Persoi ali■ ty (2 w’hs 2 00 Divorce Notices (lnm4m)...’ .. 5 00 Teh lines solid Nonpariel, or its equiva lent in space constitutes a square. All Deal advertisements inutin crated above will he charged $) 00 per square for 4 insertions. RATES OF ADVERTISING. One Pquare, first insertion $1 00 To each subsequent insertion 50 One Square, six months 00 One Square, twelve months 12 00 Liberal deduction will be made for con tract advertisements. Enough to pay for composition will be charged for change of advertisements, All articles published for the benefit o parties or individuals, at their two solicitation will be charged for as advertisements. RATES OF SUBSCR P TlO N • }ne copy of ttie paper one year $ 2 00 Three copiesof the paper one year, 5 00 copies of the paper one year S 00 Ten copies of the paper one year, 10 00 Invariably in Advance. Communications solicited from all sec tione, but in no instance will they be inserted vi hout the name of the writer accompany tlx n>. MR WM A. MAVIS, anoxpperi diced hand in the printing business, is now ii attache if this Office, and tries to render every satisfaction. ftSf Address all communications to O. A. CANTRELL. 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.