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Newspaper Page TextBY S. B. GRAFTON. SANDERSYILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, APRIL 19, 1853. YOL. YI1--NO. 12. TH E CENTRAL GEORGIAN IS PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY MORNING, XJERMS : If paid strictly in advance, per year, $1 50 If not paid at the lime of subscribing, $2 00 These terms will be strictly adhered TO WITHOUT RESPECT TO PERSONS, AND ALL SUBSCRIPTIONS WILL BE REQUIRED TO BE SET TLED UP EVERY YEAR. Advertmiments not exceeding twel /e lines, will be inserted at one dollar for the first in sertion, and fifty cents for each continuance. Advertisements not having the number of in sertions specified, will be published until for bid. Sales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Administrators and Guardians, are required by law to be advertised in a public gazette lorty days previous to the day of sale. The sale of Personal Property must be ad vertised in like manner at least ten days. Notice to Debtors and Creditors oi an es tate izust be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court of ordinary for leave to sell Land and Negroes, must be published weekly tor two months. Citations for letters of administration must be published thirty days—for dismission from administration, monthly for six months— for dis mission from Guardianship, forty days. Rules for foreclosure of Mortgage must be published monthly for four months—lor estab lishing lost papers, for the f ull space of three months-^for compelling titles from Executors or Administrators, where a bond has been giv en by the deceased, the full space of 3 months. Publications will always be continued ac- cordingto these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise ordered. All letters on business must be vosl-j/aid l 3 f. [for THE CENTRAL GEORGIAN.] THE OLD FIELD SCHOOL. BY ISKANDER. Professional and Business Cards, ~I. H. sTXFOLI?, JrT Attorney and Counsellor at Law, SANDERSViLLE, GA. Will practice in the counties of Wash ington, Montgomery, Tatnall Emanuel and Jefferson of the Middle Circuit, also the counties of Telfair and Irwin of the South ern Circuit. Otiice in Sandersville. February 22, 18 4—tf BEYEPiLY 1), EYANS, AT HAW, SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA WILL practice in the counties of Wash • ington Burke, Jefferson, Scriven, Emanuel Laurens, Wilkinson and Hancock. (Office in Court House on Lower Floor.) Feb. 1, 1S53. 1—ly jamesXTook, - Attorney at Law, SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA WILL PRACTICE IN THE COUNTIES OF . . ) Washington, Burke, Scriven Mxddlc-cxrcmt. J Jcffer &° iUld Emanuel. Southern Circuit. I Laurens. Qcmulgee Circuit j - - - - Wilkinson [Office next door to Wartheifs store.] office. jan. 1, 1852. 51—ly ~ R. L. WMTHEN, r Attorney at Law, SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA, fob. 17, 1853. 4—ly Many a year has pass’d away, Many a change I’ve seen ; And many a dark and stormy day, Since youth’s first golden dream. Since last upon this spot I stood, Beneath these shade trees cool ; And there alone from glade and wood, Stands yet the Old Field School, But Time has mark’d its forest logs, The Old Field School. The gay friends of my youth have gone, And I leel all alone; And sadly too, I think upon M) long, long absent home. The same dark stream rolls on there yet, And here’s the oblong pool. But where are all those friends I met, At the Old Field School. Alas! I’ll never meet them more, At the Old Field School. My father died long years ago, My mother too’s at rest; Her sainted form they laid it low, From the suckling at her breast. Then sister nurs’d me all the day, Upon her little sto’ol Till I was large enough to play, At the Old Field School. Alas! how mem’ry brings me back, To the Old Field School. Here’s the gray moss on the trees, Like streamers waving high; The zephyr’s song is upon the breeze— The same bright sunny sky. But I niin-t leave this lonely spot, These aged oaks so cool; That once begirth my father’s cot, Near the Old Field School, . To sigh alas! of days gone by, At the Old Field School. Scriven, Ga., March 26th, 1853. used to sit when he was a waiting for any body coming up the road. Bless you, Bet ty, I seed ’ini till I was as close as I ain to thee; when, all oil a sudden, he vanished, like smoke.’ ‘Nonsense, Ben, don’t talk of it,’ said old Betty,’ or the neighbors will only laugh at you. Come to bed, and you’ll forget all about it before to-morrow morning.’ Old Ben wentto bed, but he did not next morning forget all about what he had seen on the previous night: on the contrary he was more positive than before. However, at the earnest and oft repeated request of the old woman, he promised not to mention having seen Fisher’s ghost, for fear that it might expose him to ridicule. On the following Thursday night, when old Ben was returning from market—again 1 in his cart—he saw seated upon the same rail, the identical apparition, lie had pur poselv abstained from drinking that day, and was in the full possession of all his sen ses. On this occasion old Ben was too much alarmed to stop. He urged the old mare on, and got home as speedily as pos sible. As soon as he had unharnessed and fed the mare and taken his purchases out of the cart, he entered his cottage, lighted his pipe, sat over the fire with his better half, and gave her an account of how he had dis posed of his produce, and what he had brought back from Sidney in return, After this he said to her, ‘Well, Betty, I’m not drunk to-night, anyhow, am I?’ ‘No,’said Betty, ‘you’re quite sober, sen- leaves on the branches of the saplings The day of trial came; and the court was which he had broken on the first night of; crowded almost to suffocation. The attor- seeing the ghost, were withered, and suffi- j ney general very truly remarked that there cienlly pointed out the exact rail on which ! were circumstances connected with the case the phantom was represented to have sat. i which were without any precedent in the There were stains upon the rail. Johnny , annals of jurisprudence. The only witness- Crook, who had then no idea of what he I es were old Weir and Mr. Grafton. Smith, was required for, pronounced these stains | who defended himself with great composure to be ‘White man’s blood;’ and, after j and ability, cross-examined them at consid- searching about for some time, he pointed erable length, and with consuinate skill, to a spot whereupon he said a human body The prosecution having closed, Smith ad- had been laid. In New South Wales long droughts are not very uncommon ; and not a single show er of rain had fallen for several mouths pre dressed the jury, (which consisted of mili tary officers,) in his defence. He admitted that the circumstances were strong against him; but he most ingeniously proceeded to viouslv—not sufficient even to lay the dust; explain them. The power of attorney, upon the roads. In consequence of thetime that had elaps ed, Crook had no small difficulty to contend with; but in about two hours he succeeded in tracking the footsteps of one man to the unfrequented side of a pond at some distance He gave it as his opinion that another man had been dragged thither. The savage walked round and round the pool, eagerly examining its borders and the sedges and weeds springing up round it. At first he seemed baffled. No clue had been washed ashore to show that anything unusual had been sunk in the pond ; but, having finish ed his examination, he laid himself down on his face and looked keenly along the surface of the smooth and stagnant water. Presently he jumped up, uttered a cry pe ctiliar to the native when gratified by finding some long sought object, clapped H 3L3LA ¥ O R, Fisher’s Ghost; ‘MURDER WILL OUT.’ JN 0, W, RUBISILL, ATTORNEY AT LAW, SANDERSVILLE, Ga. Jan. 25, 1853 52—lv MULFORD MARSH, Attorney and Counsellor at Law Office, 175, Bay street, Savannah,Ga. feb. 22, 1853. 4—ly S. B. CRAFTON. Attorney at Law. SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA, Will also attend the Courts of Emanu Laurens, and Jefferson, should business beeni rtusted to his care, in either of those oouiitie- feb. 11. ' 4—tf J. B. HAYNE, Attorney at Law* SCARBOROUGH, GEORGIA. Will atteud promptly to all business en trusted to his care in any of the Courts of the Middle or Eastern counties. March 14, 1—ly M, & R. M. JOHNSTON, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. SPARTA, GEORGIA Will practice in Hancock and the ad joining counties, and the Supreme Court. MARK JOHNSTON, | R. M. JOHNSTON. March 22, 1853. 8—tf Dr. William L, Jernigan, jj HAVING permanently located him- W7 self in Sandersville, respectfully offers 1ft his professional services to the citizens of the Village, and county. When not oth erwise engaged he may be found at his Office at all times. Sandersville,March 8,1853. 6—ly W. L, HOLLIFIELD, SURGEON SENSIST. SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA may 10, 1852. 16—tf SCRANTON,ITOHN50N & CO GROCE IIS. Savannah, Ga. 5 W. B. SCRANTON, i No. 19, Old Slip, N. Yor feb. ,22 1853. 4—ly In the colony of New South Wales, at a place called Penrith, distant from Sidney about thirty seven miles, lived a farmer named Fisher. lie had been, originally, transported, become free by servitude. Un ceasing toil, and great steadiness of charac ter, bad acquired for him considerable prop erty, for a person in bis station of life. His lands and stock were not worth less than four thousand pounds. He was unmarried and was about forty years old. Suddenly Fisher disappeared ; and one of his neighbors—a man named Smith—gave out that he had gone to England, but would return in two or three years. Smith pro duced a document, purporting to be execu ted by Fisher ; and, according to this docu ment, Fisher had appointed Smith to act as his agent during.his absence. Fisher was a man of very singular habits and eccentric character, and his silence about his depar ture, instead of creating surprise, was de clared to be ‘exactly like him.’ About six months after Fisher’s disappear ance, an old man called Ben Weir, who had a small farm near Penrith, and who always drove his own cart to market, was return ing from Sidney one night, when he beheld seated on a rail which bounded the road— Fisher. The night was very dark, and the distance of the fence fiom the middle of the road was, at least, twelve yards. Weir, nevertheless, saw Fisher’s figure seated on the rail. He pulled his old mare up, and called out, ‘Fisher, is that you ?’ No an swer was returned ; but there, still on the rail,sat the form of the man with whom he had been on the most intimate terms.— Weir—who was not drunk, though he had taken several glasses of strong liquor ou the road—jumped off his cart, aud approached the rail. To his surprise, the form vanish ed. ‘Well,’ exclaimed 1 old Weir, this is very curious, any how;’ and breaking several branches of a sapling, so as to mark the ex act spot, he remounted his cart, put the old mare in a jog-trot, and soon reached his home. Ben was not likely to keep this vision a secret from his old woman. All that he bad seen he faithfully related to her. ‘Hold your nonsense, Ben !’ was old Bet- tv’s reply. ‘You know you have been a drinking and disturbing of your imagina tion. Ain’t Fisher gone to England ? And if he had a come back, do you think we shouldn’t a heard on it ?’ ‘Ay, Betty,’ said old Ben, ‘but he’d a cru el gash in his forehead, and the blood was all fresh like. Faith, it makes me shudder to think on’t. It were his ghost.’ ‘How can you talk so foolish, Ben!’ said the old woman. ‘You must be drunk, sure ly, to get on about ghosteses*’ •I tell thee I am not drunk,’ rejoined old Ben, angrily. . ‘There’s beeu foul play, Bet ty ; I’m sure on’t. There sat Fisher on the i ail—not more than a matter of two miles from this. Egad, it was on his own fence that he sat. There he was, in his shirt sleeves, with his arms a folded, just as he sible like, to night, Ben ; and therefore you I his hands, and pointing to the middle ot have come home withont any ghost in your j the pond where the decomposition of some head. Ghosts ! Don’t believe there is such sunken substance had produced a slimy coating streaked with prismatic colors, he exclaimed,‘White man’s fat!’ The pond was immediately searched, and below the spot indicated, the remains of a body were These had been used to sink it. That it was the body of Fisher there could be no question. It might have been iden titled bv the teeth ; but on the waistcoat there were some large brass buttons which were immediately recognized, both by Mr. Grafton and by old Beu Weir, as Fisher’s property. He had worn on his waistcoat for several years. Leaving the body by the side of the pond, and old Ben and the blacks to guard it, Mr. Grafton cantered up to Fisher’s house.— Smith was not only in possession of all the things.’ ‘Well, you are satisfied I am not drunk, but perfectly sober V said the old man. ‘Yes, Ben,’ said Betty. ‘Well then,’ said Ben, ‘I tell thee what, Betty. I saw Fisher to-night agin !’ ‘Stuff!’ cried old Betty. ‘Y T ou may say stuff' said the old farmer, ‘but I tell you what—I saw him as plainly as I did last Thursday night. Smith is a bad ’un ! Do you think Fisher would ever have left this country without coming to bid you and me good bye !’ ‘It’s all fancy !’ said old Betty. ‘Now, drink your grog and smoke your pipe, and think no more about the ghost. I wou’t hear on’t.’ ‘I’m as fond of my grog and my pipe as most men,’ said old Ben : ‘but I’m not go ing ‘o drink anything to-night. It may be j missing man’s property, but had removed all fancy, as you call it, but I am now going 50 Fisher’s house. It was about'a mile and to tell Mr. Grafton all Isaw,and what I think;' a halfdistaut. They enquired for Mr. Smith, aud with these words begot up and left the ‘ Mr. Smith, who was at breakfast, came out house, ! and invited Mr. Grafton to alight. Mr. Graf- Mr. Grafton was a gentleman who lived ton accepted the invitation, and after a few about a mile from old Weir’s farm. He j desultory observations, said—‘Mr. Smith, I had been formerly a lieutenant in the navy, | am anxious to purchase a piece of land on but was now on half pay, and was a settler | the other side of the road, belonging to this in the new colony ; he was, moreover, in the 1 estate, and I would give a fair price for it. commission of the peace. j Have you the power to sell it?’ When old Ben arrived at Mr. Grafton’s j ‘Oh, yes, sir,’replied Smith. ‘The power house, Mr. Grafton was about to retire to ! which I hold from Fisher is a general power, bed; but he requested old Ben might be ! and he forthwith produced a document pur- shown iu. lie desired the farmer to take a 1 porting to be signed by Fisher, but which seat by the fire, and then inquired what ‘ was not witnessed. was the latest news in Sydney. | ‘If you are not very busy, I should like ‘The news in Sydney, sir, is very small,’! to show you the piece of laud I allude to,’ said old Ben: ‘wheat is falling, but maize said Mr. Grafton, still keeps its price—seven and sixpence a which he produced, he contended had been regularly granted by Fisher, and he called several witnesses, who swore that they be lieved the signature to be that of the deceas ed. He, further, produced a will, which had been drawn up by Fisher’s attorney, and by that will Fisher had appointed Smith his sole executor, in the event of his death. He declined, he said, to throw any suspicion on Weir; but he would appeal to the common sense of the jury whether the ghost story was entitled to any credit; and, if it were not, to ask themselves why it had been in vented? He alluded to the fact—which in cross-examination Mr. Gralfon swore to— that when the remains were first shown to him, he did not conduct himself as a guilty man would have been likely to do, although he was horror-stricken on beholding the hideous spectacle. He concluded by invo king the Almighty to bear witness that he was innocent of the diabolical crime for which he had been arraigned. The judge (the late Sir Francis Forbes) recapitulated the evidence. It was no easy matter to deal with that part of it which had reference to the apparition; and if the charge of the liscovered. A large stone and -a rotted 'judge had any leaning one way or the oth silk handkerchief were found near the body. \ er, it was decidedly in favor of an acquittal The jury retired; but, after deliberating for seven hours, they returned to the court with a verdict of guilty. The judge then sentenced the prisoner to be hanged on the following Monday. It was on a Thursday night that he was con victed. On the Sunday, Smith expressed a wish to see a clergyman. His wish was immediately attended to, when he confess ed that he, and that he alone, committed the murder; and that it was upon the very rail where Weir swore that he had seen Fisher’s ghost sitting, that he had knocked out Fisher’s brains with a tomahawk. The power of attorney he likewise confessed was a forgery, but declared that the will was genuine. This is very extraordinary, but is, never theless, true in substance, if not in every particular. Most persons who have visited Sydney for any length of time will no doujbt have had it narrated to them. bushel; but I want to tell you, sir, some thing that will astonish you.’ ‘What is it, Ben ?’ asked Mr. Grafton. ‘Why, sir,’ resumed old Ben, ‘you know I am not a weak minded man, nor a fool, exactly; for I was born and bred in York shire.’ Oh certainly, sir, I am quite at your ser vice,’ said Smith; and he then ordered his horse to be saddled. It was necessary to pass the pond where the remains of Fisher’s body were then ex posed. When they came near to the spot Mr. Grafton, looking Smith full in the face said 1 ‘Mr. Smith, 1 wish to show you some- ‘No, Ben, I don’t believe you to be weak-! thing. Look here !’ He pointed to the de- minded, nor do I think you are a fool,’said; composed body, aud narrowly watching Mr. Grafton. ‘But what can you have to ■ Mr.Smith’s countenance, remarked—‘These say that you come at this late hour, and that are the remains of Fisher. How do you ac- you require such a preface ?’ ‘That I have seen the ghost of Fisher, sir,’ said the old man ; and he detailed the par ticulars of which the reader is already in possession count for their being found in this pond ?’ Smith, with the greatest coolness, got off his horse, minutely examined the remains, and then admitted that there was no doubt that they were Fisher’s. He confessed him- Mr. Grafton was at first disposed to think self at a loss to account foi theii discovery, with old Betty, that Ben had seen Fisher’si unless it could be (be said) that somebody ghost through an extra glass or two of rum had way laid him on the load when he left on the first night; and that on the second ; home for Sidney ; had muidered him tor night, when perfectly sober, he was unable ; the gold and bank notes which be had about to divest himself of the idea previously en- his person, and had then thi own him into tertained. But after a little consideration the words, How very singular!’ involunta rily escaped him. ‘Go home, Ben,’ said Mr. Grafton, ‘and let me see you to-morrow at sunrise. We will go together to the place where you say you saw the ghost.’ Mr. Grafton used to encourage the aborig inal natives of New South Wales (that race which has been very aptly described ‘the last link in the human chain’) to remain about his premises, At the head of a little tribe thea encamped on Mr. Grafton’s es tate, was a sharp young man named John- ny Crook. The peculiar faculty of the ab original natives of New South Wales, of tracking the human foot not only over grass but over the hardest rock, and of tracking the whereabouts of runaways by signs im- perceotible to civilized eyes, is weil known ; and this man, Johuy Crook, was famous for skill in this particular art of tracking. He bad recently been instrumental in the ap- piehension of several desperate bush-rangers whom he had tracked over twenty seven miles of rocky country and fields, which the} 7 had crossed bare-footed in the hope of checking the black fellow iu the progress of his keen pursuit with the horse police. When old Ben Weir made his appear ance in the morning at Mr. Grafton’s house, the black chief, Johnny Crook, was sum moned to attend. He came, and brought with him several of his subjects. The par ty set out, old Weir showing the way. The the pond. ‘My hands, thank Heaven !’ he concluded, ‘are clean. If my old friend could come to life again, he would tell you that I had no hand in his horrible murder.’ Mr. Grafton knew not what to think. He was not a believer in ghosts. Could it be possible, be began to ask himself, that old Weir had committed this crime, and, finding it weigh heavily ou his conscience, and iear- ino- that he might be detected, bad trumped up the story about the gnost had preten ded that he was led to the spot by super natural agency—and thus by bringing the murder voluntarily to light, hoped to stifle all suspicion? But then lie considered Weir’s excellent character, his kind dispo sition and good-nature. These at once put to.flight his suspicion of Weir; but still he was by no means satisfied of Smith’s guilt, much as appearances were against him. Fisher’s servants were examined, and sta ted that their master had often talked of go- jno- to England on a visit to his friends, and of°eaving Mr. Smith to manage his farm; and thatthough they were surprised when Mr. Smith came, and said he had “gone at last,” they did not think it at all unlikely that he had done so. An inquest was held, and a verdict of wilful murder found against Thomas Smith. He was therefore trans mitted to Sydney for trial, at the ensuing sessions in the supreme court. The case naturally excited great interest in the colo ny; and public opinion respecting Smith’s guilt was evenly .balanced. Melancholy Accident.—Yesterday morn ing a young man by the name of Thos Scarborough, was shot by the accidental discharge of a revolver in the hands of his younger brother. They were examining the pistol, one of which they did not believe to be loaded. They placed caps 01 the tubes and were exploding them when the pistol was discharged; The ball entered tl>e breast on the right side, about one inch from the Dipple, ranging across the breast, but the precise location of the ball could not be ascertained, because of the patient not being able to stand the necessary manip ulations. We understand his life is despair ed of. This is but one of many accidents occurring from the careless handling of fire arms, and should be a warning to persons never to hold the muzzle of any fire arm to wards any one under any circumstance whatever.—Constitutionalist, %th inst. A PUZZLED YANKEE. OR, DANGERS OF KISSING in THE DARK. ^ The following extract of a letter from a Yankee correspondent is highly amusing: “Well I put up with a first rate good na- tured fellow that I met at a brilliant table. I went in and was introduced to his wife, a fine, fat woman, who looked as though she lived on laffin, her face was so full of fun. After a while—atter we’d talked about the weather, and so on : in come three or four children, laffin and skippin a3 merry as crickets. There weren’t no candle lit, but I could see they were fine looking fellows, and I started for my saddlebags, in which I put a lot of sugar candy for the children as I went along.” “Come here,” said I, “you little rogue; come along here and tell me what your name is.” The oldest then came up to me, and fays ? “My name is Peter Smith, sir.” “And what’s your name, sir ?” said I. “Bob Smith, sir.” The next said his name was Bill Smith, and the fourth said his name was Tommy Smith. Well, I gave ’em sugar candy, anil old Mrs. Smith was so tickled that she laughed all the time. Mr. Smith looked on, but didn’t say much. “Why,” says I, “Mrs. Smith, I wouldn’t take a good deal for them four boys; if I had ’em, they are so beautiful and spright. ly.” n No,” says she, laffin, “I seta good deal on ’em, but we spoil ’em too much,” “O no,” says I, “they’re real well be haved children; and by gracious,” says I, pretendin’to be startled by a strikin’ re semblance between them boys and their father, and I looked at Mr. Smith, ‘I never did see any thing equal to it,” says I “your own eyes, mouth, forehead, and perfect pic ture of your hair, sir’” tapping the oldest on the pate. I thought Mrs. Smith would have died laffin at that; her arms fell down by her side, and she shook the whole house laffin. “Do you think so, Col. Jones ?” says she looking towards Mr. Smith, and I thought she’d go off in a fit.” “Yes,’ says I, “I do railly.” “Ha, ha, ha—haw!” said Mr. Smith, kind halflaffin, “you’re too hard on me, now, with your jokes.” “I aint jokin’ at all,” says I, “they are hansum children, and they do look won derfully like you.” Just then a gal brought in a light, and I’ll be darned if the little brats didn’t torn out to be niggers, every one of ’em, and their hair was as curly rs the blackest nig ger’s. Mr. and Mrs. Smith never had any children, and they sort of petted them niggers as playthings. I never felt as streaked as I did when I seen how things stood. If I hadn’t kissed the nasty things I could a got over it; but kissin’ them show ed I was in earnest, though I was soft-soap in’ them’ all the time; how to get over the scrape, I didn’t know. Mrs. Smith laffed so hard when she see how confused I was, that she almost suffocated. A little while afterwards there was a whole family of-relations arrived from the city, and turn ed matters off; but the next moruin’ I could see Mr. Smith did not like the remember- ance of what I said, and I don’t beliei'e he’ll vote for me when the election comes. I ’spect Mrs. Smith kept the old fellow un der the joke some time. Respect for Titles.—Our Daniel remark ed, the other day, that the next time he put up at a hotel, he should enter his name as Daniel Sharp—Judge. Yes, I tried it once and ft worked like a charm. I had the best accommodations in the house for about a week, without any ex pense; till the landlord one day touched me on my arm., and says he, You are Judge of the Po&ate are you not? No, replied I, looking earelessly-like. Not of the Supreme Court, certainly? says he. No, not of any court I rejoined. Of what are you judge then, continued he, thinking of the many fixings’ he had sent up to my room. I am J udge, pompously returned' I of— good living. He said he would be happy to have me remain with him another week, but he ex pected a great deal of company the next day, and I had to leave.— Lit Museum. Daddy that Beats Alt.—We heard a* laughable story the other day, told of an old farmer who resides in the country, and which we will endeavor to dish up for the benfits of our readers. The old man was plowing in the field, and his son, a little ragged ur chin of some seven summers, was sitting on the fence, with his elbows on bis knees and bis chin resting on his hands, watching his father work. Presently the plow struck a stump, and the old gentleman was, to use an inelegant expression, “knocked endways,” completely overtured, and thrown full length upon the ground. “Daddy,” exclaimed the boy with no little concern depicted on his countenance, “Daddy that beats all!— “Beats all!” said the old man rubbing hi bruised body and shins, “It beats h—l, that’ what it beats?" Crossing of the Cars.—From yesterday afternoon, dates a new era for our city. The Savannah river no longer divides the city of Augusta from the seaboard. With iron link, she has now free and easy access with the world “and the rest of mankind.” The cars from Charleston drawn by the iron horse, appropriately named “The Mayor of Augusta,” safely reached the depot on this side of the river, freighted with a portion of the beauty and worth of our sister city. At the crossing, they were welcomed by a large concourse of our citizens, and it is with pleasure we state that no accident occurred to mar the joyous occasion. Our friends from below took U3 by sur prise, as we may say we had n o official no tice of their coming. Had it been other wise, they would have met with a warm re ception. We know not who to blame for this oversight, but suppose we: must Jay it to the worthy President of the road, who has broad shoulders.. We wish ali r a pleas ant sojourn while among us-. There were about 200 in the party, and among the num ber we had the pleasure of taking by the hand our friend Alexander Carroll, Esq.,, the editor of the Charleston Courier.—Aug* Constitutionalist. “Here’s your money, dolt. Now, tefFme why your scoundrelly master wrote mtf eighteen letters about that contemptible sum ?” said an exasperated debtor. “I’m sure, sir, I can’t tell sir; but if you’ll excuse me, sir, I think it w 7 ere because seventeen letters didn’t fetch it!” “Mr. Smith, pappy wants to know if you won’t take a skiff and skull mammy across the river ?” ‘No, but tell your pappy, if it will be any favor, I’ll take an axe and “skull him.” *, Exit youth, with hair dressed a la porcu pine. Y Dr. Johnson compared plaintiff ^nd.4e? fendant in an action of law, to two xneh. ducking their heads in a bucket, and danng each other to remain the longest under, wa ter.

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The central Georgian. (Sandersville, Ga.) 1847-1874, April 19, 1853, Image 1