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THE PEOPLES FRIEND. Volume 1. PEOPLE'S FRIEND. IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY .MORNING BY A. B. S. MOSELEY, ROME, GA.- Si 713 S CI? IL’ r E I ON, One year in ndvauce ------- _a.i_> viztt r r i s o, One *qu‘re, fir*t insertion - - - - Suhseon-nt inxertion, each - - Liner*.l contracts for six or twelve mout 1)3 vcrti < <?ni‘!ntfe’. {From the New York Sun.) OKES AMES’ MEMORY. I cannot remember. Don t task me, ’liu trying to think what you ask me Had Colfax a share Os the credit Mobilier? It is < ; u-er that I cannot remember. I cannot remmember. Don t tease me, I’m doing -my best now to please ye. The transaction is old, Why, T know that I sold, Did he hold? That I cannot remember. I cannot remember. 111 try sir. Was that Colfax there saying I lie, sir, And that I must tell y< u Just exactly what’s true? So 1 do. Now I think I remember. Yes, I’m sure I remember, He took sir, Ju-i twenty full shares oy my book, sii: And the dividends’ came To four-fifths of the same In his name. lam sure I remember- lam sure I remember. 1 don t doubt it I can tell you right here all about it. Why, the balance to free I’d his check drawn to me Marked S. C. I am sure I remember, f'ni sure 1 remotnWr, I vc papers To prove every one of his c.apors. On bis oath does he swear it ! I’m sorry to hear it. ’Twon’t bear it. I’m sure T remember. I’m sure I remember. Moreover This proof he can never get over- Nor can he slip by And its no use to try To lie, for I’m ture I remember. I'm sure 1 remember. And so, sir, One question I ask e’er 1 go, sir, Do the rest of this ciew Like to hear just what’s true ? If they do I'm sure to remember. H G. W. ONLY MAGGIE. UY ANN SHIELDS. The two words, “only Maggie,” were a sort of byword in the Clements family, where the young lady rejoicing in the bap tismal appellation «»f Margaret was consid ered somewhat inferior in all respects to the three elder sisters. Mi's Nora Clements was artistic, and spent her time in wandering about the country in search of the picturesque, or clo'Cted'in the room she called her 'tudio, attemptimt to rival Titian or Claude Lor* rainc. Miss Georgia Clements was mimical, and her hours were passed in executing intrica cies upon the grand piano in the drawing room, or singing scales and exercises that rasped the throat ol sympathising hearers to listen to. Mi'- Cordelia Clements was a beauty.— Iler time was passed in trying the effects of hair w ishes and cosmetics, studying the combinat ions of color for new dresses, or devising m w fashions foi dressing her lux uriatit hair. Maggie, the youngest, was simply a cheer ful, good-tempered, industrious git!, who aimed :• no special di'play of either beauty or talent, but was quite content to be band ma: len for the others. She ground Nora’s colors, nr ! stood patiently for hours as a model . s some wonderful grouping. She kept Georgiana’s music in order, and could always tc exactly where to find any song or instrunn ntal piece that was called for. She trimmed Cordelia’s dresses and ar- Home? Georgia, Saturday, February 1873. ranged her hair, and was the most sin cere admirer the three Miss Clements pos sessed. Howard, the only brother, and eldest of the family, was a physician and the head of the family, the father and mother being dead. There was wealth enough to make a pleasant home when the separate incomes were combined, and Howard would have been most unwilling to see his sisters leave him for any but a home and husband of their own. “We can all live comfortably together,” he would say, but you have not enough to live upon without work, if you leave the house we own among us.” Ar. first the two older girls were quite anxious to figure as a great artist and mu sician, but finally they allowed their broth er to have, his own way. The young doctor was very proud of his .'isters and their various attractions, and when his warm friend and fellow-student, Paul Goddard, appeared to make a short visit, lie led him from the office into the house adjoining it, delighted ar. the pros pect of showing oil the girls to a new gen tleman. A tour of inspection in the drawing room preceded the actual intro 1 ction. — Thus: “This scene upon the Catskill Mountains was painted by my eldest sister, I‘aul. — We spent the summer there for the ex press purpose of allowing Nora to make sketches.” “Very fine,” murmured Paul, trying his best to admire the mountains that seemed top-heavy, and clouds that appeared to be muffled in muslin bags for the summer. “And (be music is Georgiana’s. Georgi ana is Signor Skwaliini’s best pupil. lie compares her voice to Soatag’s and it would make you fairly dizzy to fee her fingers on the piano.” “A great talent,” Paul murmured again. “And this,” continued Howard opening the photograph album, “is Cordelia. 11 He added no more, and truly the face was sufficiently beautiful to need no com ment. Pan! .-poke cordially: “What a beautiful face! Who is this opposite your sister, Howard? ‘’That, is .Maggie. She is my youngest sister.” “And docs she paint or sing ?” “Oil, no. Maguie has no talent and no beauty. She is a good little thing. Indeed 1 scarcely know how we cmild gel along without Maggie. The others are so absorb ed in their different occupations that Mag gie has to be house-keeper. But come to your room, Paul. Dinner wtil be ready at six,” “So Maggie is h msckeeper." thought Paul, as he looked around the tasteful a partment assigned to him. “1 think Mi'S Maggie certainly has something of her sis ter’s artistic eye. How exquisitely those flowers are arranged, and how cool and fresh it is here, after my hot, dusty ride. ! Those muslin curtains look like snow- I drifts.” x It was a pretty room, although the car- 1 pet was but ingrain, and the furniture a i cottage set. But never was bed-linen a purer white, or more daintily ruffled and irone 1; never was a bureau or a wash stand more prettily trimmed, towels more care <ully placed, china and glass more glossy. Seeking the drawing-room again, Paul found the artistic sister contemplating the scene ftom the back windows with rapt en thusiasm. “Dr. Goddard, ’ she said advancing to meet him, “1 must introduce myself. Miss Nora Clements.” Paul made the necessary speech of grati- i fication, wondering if it was the crown us the Catskill mountains that was daubed so extensively upon the skirt of Miss Nora' blue dress, and >t it was artistic meditations that had made her pm her collar er.>okcd. and forget hcrculs altogether. She launch ed at ouce into bewildering sea of techni calities, and called upon Paul to admire effects of cloud and shadow, light and foli -1 age from the back window, till he felt like ■ a reprieved prison, r upon the entrance of another si'ter who was introduced as “my i sister Cordelia.” ’ The beauty was superb. Every curl of I her gl<>"y brown hair was arranged for i effect. Her creamy complexion was height ened by a dress of soft white mudin, with I tiny green leaves scattered over it. She bowed with languid grace, but sat as if afraid to move, tor fear of disarranging any fold of her faultless costume, Georgiana appeared as the bell rang for dinner and she spoke but little. It mad-- her hoarse to be always talking. Paul was inwardly resotv-i-ig to cut his visit very short, when llowa.’d opened the door of the dining room and introduced: “My sister Maggie.” She was not pretty; she was not artistic nor musical; but she was charming to Paul’s eyes in five minutes. Her dress of cheap cambric fitted her graceful little fig ure perfectly; her collar and cuffs were white and smooth; her hair was dressed carefully and becomingly : and from the narrow ribbon confining it r o the rosette upon her trim little slipper, .'he was ex quisitly neat. Not fearing for her voice, she chatted gayly and pleasantly ; not - eing anxious about her dress, she moved gracefully and freely ; and having no specially of talent, she could talk sensibly nbouN-the various topics her brother and his fi. 'd started. Dinner passed off pleasen ir K.ajcon chided that if .Maggie was ho her dinner certainly did her cred t. The meat was done to a turn, the veget *yles fresh and ting, were cooked to p faction ; the pastry was light and flaky, ■ id the table appointments neat and tasteful. Never was linen glossier and white!, silver more glittering, or crockery moi temptingly clean. A week passed away, and Paul found himself groaning in spirit over the Misses Clements, lie had wondered in search of the picturesque with Nora, bad sacrificed gloves and boots in the pursue of wonder ful houghs and inaccessible flowers. He had listened to Georgiana til! hiseftrs fairly ached, and he was divided in hisovva mind as tu whether the perfumer or the i-teen deserved the most pity. He bad admired Cordelia in every variety of costume, in every effective altitude ; had seen her eyes rai cd, and the long lashes of t’.e drooping Ths; ha-l marveled at rht; ?fb>'r hands, at the profusion of her curling hair bad consideie 1 her a beauty, a weariness and a burden of spirits. But he could find but little time to speak to Maggie. He .'aw the evidences oi her i industry and taste in every detail of house- , keeping; knew whose skill uirected the] well trained servants, whose flingers filled ■ rhe flower vases, whose eyes were every ' where. But the very perfection of these arrangements kept the little woman too j busy lor many idle moments, and in the eveniu . s the older sisters were all-engross ing' Maggie sewed or knitted busily while Georgiana sang or played. Nora talked high ' art, and Cordelia .struck attitudes, but ■ Paul drew his visit to a clo-e with a sense of disappointment, lie wanted to see more us only Maggie as he often heard her called by the others who seemed to consider her a poor little pitiable object, who had no soul above domestic drudgery. Two months had passed and instead of June ru'es, ear'y fall fruits and flower.' were abundant at MossvideJ when Paul Goddard passed again through the village and called at Dr. Clement's office. “I am so sorry,” said Howard, as he cordially shook his friend by the hand, ’’All the girls are away. Uncle James invited j them to pass a mouth at the White Moun- I tains, and they deserted me.” “Then you are alone?” “Oh, not entirely. Maggie stays to keep ; house for me.” “Oh, Miss Maggie is here. Shall I in- , trude it’ 1 stay a day or two? “Intrude, Paul ! Far from it. [am not very busy, and Maggie was telling me ’ t<> day that the time actually hangs heavy ' upon her hands. Nora’.' studio could not i be trusted to the servants, and you can ' imagine the mess a girl would make of 1 Georgiana > music, x bun (’urdeha depend , cd entirely upon Maggie’.' taste and fingers , for her fallals. So now the little dame j ha.' time lu enjoy l.ersvlf and we have had . some lovely nd a: d diives. Maggie does ride beautifully, an-.i her horse is very fund ; of her, he fuik ws her about like a ; kitten. ’ It was true that Maggie was finding many , kisure h ur- •.::i’.: bur sisters were away. an-1 Pau! foun.l th.t the retiring, modest, girl was one of the pleasantest companion.-. ' it had ever been his fortune to meet * He knew nothing of the hours between daylight and dark that were spent in mak ing the house tidy. He only saw the little hostess who was to preside over the ceffec pot and muffins. It was an amusement the young physician enjoyed, to draw out the accomplishments that had been overshadowed by her sisters loudly proclaimed talent and attractions.— He found that Maggie could sing, with a sweet, bird like voice, though .she never attempted the difficult songs in which Georgiana was supposed to excel. She could play simple pieces with feeling aod expression, aud her fingers would fairly dance over the keys in livelier music that required no Wonderful talent or elaborate execution. And it was wonderful Low pretty the child like face became in Paul Goddard’s eyes. There was a charm in the constant cheerfulness that kept the rosy mouth ever smiling and sweet; there was a beauty of expression in the brown eyes that mere form and color can never give; there was an attraction always in the exquisite neat ness of dress that was never stiff and prim, though so carefully arranged. Howard Clements, who loved his friend, and had hoped to secure him as a brother during his former visit, opened his eyes wide in atuasJcmcnt as the days wore away and Paul still lingered in Mossvale. During his first visit, Howard had hoped to see him yield to the attractions of the elder Misscss Clements, and no maneuvering mother ever took more pains than this brother to display the talents and beauties of his sisters. That any one would look twice at Maggie, when in the company of the others hud never occurred to How ard. But in the light of Paul’s evident admi lation, the brother began to contemplate with different (.motions the possibility of losing bis little sister.. lie had borne with perfect, composure the prospect of parting with the others.— It seemed no great hardship, even when the senaratioh ii/volleu tffe disappearance of Nora’s masterpieces, and Georgiana’s music-rack. l*ut to lose .Maggie was quite another v’atter. “Who,” Howard asked himself, “would superintend the servants, prepare the dain tier dishes for the table and keep the house inorder? Who would wait with cheerful smiles upon him when the duties of his profession obliged him to ask for meals at all sorts of irregular hours ? Who would have his clothing always in dainty order, filling the place of a wife in the stocking darning, and button replacing capacity?” Visions of Nora in paint-bedaubed dress es, Georgiana with frowsy hair, and Cordelia in inert beauty, presiding over the house hold, filled Howard’s brains; and while he lamented he admitted that “Paul’s head was level” in his apparent choice. Maggie could scarcely believe she heard aright when Paul Goddard pleaded for the gift of her love, and promised all love and devotion if she would come to preside over his home. “But,” she said, “you cannot really love me.” “I real! y can and do, was the reply. “But I am so plain, and so stupid. I cannot paint *»or sing, nor do anything as well as the ’offers. lam not even pretty like Cordelia. Howard said—” she paused and blushed. “Well, did Howard say?” “Never mind.” “Tell me, that’s a darling.” “He said, then, that 1 was sure to be an old maid, and after the others were married I was to stay here and help him keep up a bachelor’s hall. I really dont see,” she added earnestly, “how Howard will get along.” “He must do as I do.” “How?” “Seek a darling little housekeeper for a wife.” So, to the amazement of ail concerned the first Miss Clements who was married was not the artist, not the mu.'ician, uot the beauty, but oniy Maggie. A cobbler at Fishkill Landing left Lis wife to tend shop and went to In diana. When he caiuc back to relieve her from her duties he brought a now wife and a bill of divorce with liini. dumber Condensed News. General Dix is the oldest Governor in the United States. Brigham Young is said to bo the father of 127 children. The Thomas monument, to cost 350.000, will be erected in Washington, A Greeley professorship of journalism is talked of for Cornell University. ' Louisa M. Alcot makes SIO,OOO a year with her pen. The Greeley statute will be placed in Central Park. One can now go from New York to Cin cinnati and back lor sls' Western New York shipped by canal 1,182,000 barrels of apples last year. The Cathedral of Stasburg was struck in three hundred places during the bombard ment. The rise of the Seine in Paris destroyed 12,000 rats- People are leaving Boston on account of the small pox. The Erie Railroad is sai l to have a debt of $113,000,000. I’he Cincinnati wafer-works cost the city $606,000 a year. James Beckett, of West Chester, Ohio, recently sold 103 hogs, which averaged 490 pounds. To 1871, Ohio manufactured over 86,009 ton-; of rolled and hammered iron--onc-tenth of the whole amount manufactured in the United Sta:e<. n o i. What Drunkuess Does. It defiles the conscience, hardens the heart, and brings un spiritual lethargy. It is a discloser of secrets, a, betrayer of trusts; a destroyer of property and credit; an introducer of disorder, distress, and wretch edness in families. It is an enemy to de cency and modesty, and a sure aud sertain introduction to debauchery. It lea Is to obscene and scurrilous disuouiac, to profane swearing and blasphemy, to quarrels, fight ing, and murder. it is the father of’mis chief. the mother of vice, uhe nurse of r’w‘.. It detorms the visage, corrupts the bruJik, stupefies the senses, weakens the memory, destroys the judgment, and causes stam mering of speauh, and reeling to and fro. It robs a man of his dignity, undermines his healh, begets unnatural thirst, inflames the blood, and gererates fatal disease. It is a poison: it is a voluntary madness. It leads us from God amt all good, provokes his judgments, hastens on an untimely and miserable death, and at last destroy the soul! — Exchange, Victims, The argument of accident appeals to the. common sense and the conscience of every man who makes use of intoxicating drinks as a beverage. The press and the police record afford the strongest reasons for the disuse of fermented and distilled drinks. Men tumble from ships, stagger from wharves, drop from ferry-boats, and are drowned bacausc they lost their poise at their cups. How many fall from ladders and scaffolds and the loofs of buildings pe cause they were intoxicated! Multitudes of victims are sum-truck in summer, and frozen in winter because their blood was diluted and poisoned by rum. Blood cries to heaven against the avarice of the liquor dealer, ti e appetite of the liquor drinker, and the apathy of Christian communities. M ho ever dreamed of starting a period ical for the express purpose of showing that dai.y labor, the mechanic arts, and mer chandizing, arc honest and legitimate pu:- sui’s, ami are therefore, entitled to the protecti<»n of law ? If the trade in the ul choholic liquors needs such an advocate, it is because it is opposed to the moral sense of all right thinking men; because they cannot exh m-iate it from the evils to which it gives biith; and because as a business, they cannot place it on a par with hones’, humiraidc and useful branches of trade.— 1 ‘iff. Li'rgh Fiom\j On Tuesday, a negro man by the name of Harry Williams, employed on the wood train on the Air»Line Railway, in attempt ing to jump on the cars while in motion, about !0 miles from Atlanta, slipped acd fell on the track, the cars running over h ru and severing Lis head from his body.- G'iii't. Eagb,