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k—NUMBER 33. jjk'ifie ~ ;L uuv.al, KD Wf" <LY C3-A-, JLx E Y • .-n !■■:'■■• p •■.'■■ ‘ ■ ' " it / sums' n.vmis. DR. T. L, I.AU.RSTKDT OFFERS IIIS professional services To the Citizens ol Thomson and Viciuity. He can be found at llie Room over Costello's, a hen not professionally absent. Ri-FEIIS TO Pro J V. Eve, Pro. Wm. 11. Oouoiity, Dr John S. Coi.kman, Ur. S. C. Eve. PAUL C* HUDSON, Jttorncg at fM, CiT Prompt attention given to the collection of claims. £iT Will practice in all the courts of the Augus ta, Middle and Northern Circuits. OA/irf.—At the Office formerly occupied by -lor dan E. White, Esq. seplSmS 11. O BONEY, Attorn i) at Into, TBtoMso r, «,/. Will practice in the Augusta, Northern and Middle Circuits. s no l-ly CHARLES S DuBOSE, arTOMwmr&T&si ?n WuiTOlltOll, C« <1 • Wi'l practice bi aI) the (’juris of the Northern. Augusta & Middle Circuits. WM. 8. ROBERTS. RICH’d B. MORRIS. JA.S. A. SHIVERS Okntral itjotcl, JO*' ZB-5T IWR«. W. .11. THOU.VS, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA. aeplltf _ M. si. COTTON FACTO 11 ISTID mm cimmissioi mm, i\o. 1 Warren Blocl>, Augusta, Georgia- C-iT Will give prompt attention to the selling of Cotton and other produce. «8T Commission for selling cotton, One Dollar Per Bale. sepl lm2 W. H. HOWARD. C. H. HOWARD. \V. H. HOWARD, JR. IV. 11. Howard & Sons, Iffliaißllfflliffiffi, No. 2 Warren Block, Ayiisfa, Georgia. iJtT Commission f r Selling cotton One Dollar per bale. Strict personal attention given to business entrusted. All orders strictly obeyed. Libera! Cash Advan ces made on Cottoi. Special attention paid to Weighing of Cotton. Bagging and Ties furnished at Lowest Market - lr Sepl 1 ts c r o7 ■ Bit !><’ £ f, ftiii H, itc. ||f L . ' .1, f 'r ' V ’ W:2 A Silive'S. Kur« lo Eardiner & Cj. ■RKIIOUSK IPtssion UJevtaio, .Tit ItSosh Street .Ittrjus a Cite, Will give their personal attention to the storage and sale of cotton, and such other produce as may be sent to them. Commission for selling cotton one dol lar per Bale. Cash Advances made on Produce in Store- Sept, 4th 3m. ffoetrg. JSTy Dream. BY HORACE GREELEY. I dream of a beautiful time When the world shall happy be; When elephants and hyenas Shall blossom on every tree. When tamarinds and potatoes Shall cease their dreadful roar, When turnip trees shall blossom In the garden forever more. I dream of a great Republic, Whose people shall all go West, Sow plums and reap tomatoes In the land they love the best; Where pig iron and molasses Shall bloom on every hill, And chickens low in the barnyard, While gooseberries toil at the mill. I’m weary of seeking the cabbage Handle the rake and the hoe ; I’m weary of watching and waiting For the grasshopper bush to grow. I long for the time when spinach Shall cope with broad and milk ; When hens shall lay tomatoes And horses spin raw silk. Oh, sweet the vanished hours When I wandred down the glen, And wreathed my brow with tomatoes Or plucked the ripened hen. When the donkey twined up the trellis And the cucumber chirped in the grass. And the sweet potato whistled To its mate in the mountain pass. But gone are the days of childhood, And manhood's dreams are mine, Yet I long for the bygone hours As I sit 'neath the turkey vine. Oh, wreathe your blossoms about me, And soothe my aching breast, While the gooseberry plaintively warbles And lulls me into rest. •^HisccUancans. • —.— Life Bomance in a Le gal Document. The Sou Pianuisco papers of the 28th contain the court proceedings on the application of Matilda Heron for an al lowance out ol the estate of Henry 11. Bryne, pending her claim as his widow. Mr. E. R. Curpentier, executor, prayed for a continuance to procure witnesses from New York, and his allegations brought out the following: In the matter of the estate of 11. 11. Bryne. and -ceased, Matilda Heron Byrne, being first duly sworn, says : I deny that I have a considerable quantity of or any real or personal es tate, either in the State of New York or by Robert Stoepel and me—not even our only living child, the possession of which I have obtained through her fa ther’s proclaiming her illegitimacy. Since the dissolving of my marriage with Robert Stoepel, helms refused to pay one dollar toward the support of either myself or his child. When my sad illness, caused by suffering through the overwhelming calamity of my do mestic wreck between these two men, Henry H. Byrne and Robert Stoepel, overcame me, Robert Stoepel refused to pay my doctors’s bill or that of his child ; what, then, can be meant by his now bol ting property for a.y benefit. I am at a loss to know. Before my leaving New York for San Francisco, Mr. Stoepel sent a messen ger to me offering to settle on my child a large sum of money if I would sell all right and claim to her; this when I was on the bed where I had lain an al most confirmed invalid for fifteen months, and whence I arose to recover, by act ol habeas corpus, my little daugh ter, who was being kidnapped from me, to be transported to an obscure and remote place in the Pyrenees. So much for the estate now being held for my benefit. As to the suit alleged to have been commenced by me in 1809 against Robert Stoepel, if such suit was oris in existence, I have no receollection or knowledge of it whatever. About eighteen years ago I was mar ried to Henry H. Bryne, with the agree ment that I should remain on the stage for two years, in the hope, on my part, that I might achieve as great a success in the East as I had in San Francisco. After my return from Europe, when I had dramatized ‘Camille,’ studied under the best masters, and purchased a com plete theatrical wardrobe, there was not one prominent manager who would open his doors to me. It was failure alter failure. The Large amount of money 1 spent in Europe, and what I sank in San Francisco under bad advice, had now impoverished me. To Mr. Bryne I faithtully depicted my disaster. The two years passed. He came as by promise, and as I thought to claim me. I was in Philadelphia in the bosom of Thomson, McDuffie county, ga., September 25,1372. my family. Mr. Bryne remained three weeks in New York without even wri ting to me. Even this I forgave. At this time an engagement in Pittsburg was opened to me, whither lie at length followed me, accompanied by two mem bers of my family. Inquiring why he so neglected me ho answered he had been led astray by some California friends. This also I forgave. During the four days he remained with me we discussed all my professional calamities, wherein I told him my sorrowful convic tion that I never could be the great artist my soul had so long hungered to become, and that now I was perfectly resigned to follow him and his fortunes. To all ot this the dear gentleman most evidently thought a great deal, but very little answered. The last morning came. I was o tie red an en gagement iti Buffalo, and I saiil : ‘Must I go to Buffalo or may I go with you V To which he answered, ‘Go to Buffalo.’ Then and there we parted—l to go to Buffalo, he to his friends. One other year passed, when Mr. Byrne’s letters cuipe rarely. At last they ceas ed entirely. 1 could not believe ho had failed to write to me, and so I mention to my brother, Alexander Heron, pres ident ol Heron’s line of steamships, Irom Philadelphia to Charleston and Savannah, but my brother said : ‘Til ly, if you had one spark of your moth er's blood in you, you i would never speak to that man again. He lias deserted you !’ This was a hitter blow for the young actress. A third year had passed since our marriage, since which 1 never re ceived a dollar from him ; not even a letter token. After the first slioc/r was over I wrote to Mr. Byrne calmly, and under the ad vice of my brother as/red for a divorce. An immediate reply came to me in which he used these exact words: ‘Place this letter in the hands of a law yer and it will make you as free -is the hour you were born.’ I placed the let ter in Hu hands ol a lawyer, John Hop per, of 11 0 Broad way, New York, and told him to procure me a divorce. About this time I had begun slowly to succeed in my profession, and it was not surprising that a young girl should have flatterers and snares about her. Often rehearsing Camille I envied the humblest woman in the theatre who had a husband’s protection. In new Orleans I r/.et the conductor of our orchestra, who was polite, res pectful and/rind to me. We met again in New York, when he presented his parents, sisters an 1 brothers to me, also iiis brother-in-law, William Vincent Wallace, the composer. They hinted a marriage, I told them I was poor. — Robert Stoepel answered, ‘Wealth is impertinent, we will be poor together. I love you and will labor for you. It is your love I would marry, not your purse." I as/red lor time. Time passed and I played Camille in Wallack’s theatre for one hundred nights achieving a great success. In that triumphant hour I did not forget the poor musician. After a suecesful trip all over the Un ion, I sought John Hopper, who told me my case was all right and that I was a free woman. An inexperienced girl, how could I then know the world and its laws? I was away from my brother. John Hopper urged my mar riage, assured me I was free to marry, ami engaged his brother-in-law, Rev. Mr. Gallaudet, to marry Mr. Stoepel and myself in St. Ann’s church, where, in presence of a large number of friends, Mr. Hopper and Ins wife, Rosalie, [Raced Robert Stoepel’s hands and mine together before the altar. Years passed, honor accompanisd and prosperity attended our mutual indus try. Certain obligations called me to San Fraecisco I left our happy home, where I left my only child and her fa ther, and arrived here. The day after my arrival .lodge Freelon called on me and informed me that, though an old friend, he came on behalf of his cliant, Mr. Byrue, relative to a divorce which Mr. Byrne claimed. I was naturally annoyed, and requested to see Mr. Byrne in person, which the Judge [ ositively refused. Worn by a long voyage, away from friends and home, in a strange land, I said it was not fair to bring me in such a light before the public, to which Mr. Freelon replied that the matter coold be settled up the pountry by parties there, who could be opera ted upon to keep it a secret. I answer ed that I did not know that that was the way justice was dispensed in Cali fornia, and asked on what grounds could Mr. Byrne make so outrageous a request. Whereupon Mr. Freelon read me a certain paper which I could not compre hend until he came to the word ‘adul ter}’,’ when I told him to proceed no further. He then inserted for the odious word desertion. Again I en treated an interviievv with Mr. Byrne, and ain was denied, the Judge adding, ‘Have you no pride? I tell you, it Har ry was weak enough to see you, I as his counsel would forbid it. The man de spises you? Next day I met Harry on my way to rehearsal. He turned ashy pale ami exclaimed ; ‘Why Tilly /’. I asked what he meant by sending Tom Freelon every day to annoy me in the midst of my severe labors. lie de nied all knowledge of the allair and an interview between us was decided upon. The day after we had a long, serious and affecting interview, explanation and re conciliation. After that he came con stantly to see me during my stay in San Francisco. During our long conversa tions Mr. Byrue’s constant theme was my being his wife again. He forbade Freelon ever to mention divorce to me, but the industrious judge was not dis heartened, for he reminded me that af ter I was two months married to Harry, the lattej- had sent me $1,009, and that it would bU a graceful thing to repay it. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘you are so zealous in your friend’s behalf 1 will pay it. Sell that water lot on which you insist he has been paying taxes, while I can prove my brother-in-law has realiy been paying them. Sell the lot, pay your client, principal, and taxes and interests on the same.’ The lot w'assold for *2,- 300. The purchaser refused to lay down the money until I signed it iu my real name, in presence of Dr. Harris, Judge Freelon and some others. I took the pen and ‘Matilda Heron.’ Then hesitating, i said ‘What else ?’ and both Harry and Freelon answered aloud, ‘Byr ie’ which, to the best ol iny knowl edge, l then signed. In our ue t interview I asked Harry what on earth that signature meant, atyldrg. td“You are notf Btoe pel’s wife, hut mine; your property is mine; that beautiful home of yours is mine ; you are mine ; your very child is minty you areiny wife; your divorce from was either illegally obtained or fraudulent.’ * This intelligence pained me exceed ingly. Just then I received a dispatch announcing my brothes’s death. I was obliged, even in my double affliction, to perform tbifee nights. At lust I broke down ill, and all that tender respect and love cou'd do, Harry Bryne did for me. I had two physicians, but he sent his own. He sent Mr. Freelon to assure tne that il anything serious should arise, frd.ii) my illness, he would send a faith ful messenger to accompany me home. / got wdl and traveled up the country. Not a oil' in; scarcely a day passed out brought a .letter from Mr. Bry.ne. When it became necessary for me. to go East, he became exceedingly mel ancholy, even to weakness. I could onfcy arouse him by expressing the hope that I would return to hi in. He plan ned. that we should go abroad for some years. I told him th.it I would go home and state my position frari/cly to Mr. Stoepel; Upon parting with me he exhibited great sensibility and deep feeling. On my return to New York, I im mediately and frankly told Mr. Stoepel •all, without a particle of roseve. Then arose a question of property between us; Mr. Stoepel saying, ‘Then if you shogld die, Byrne can claim all.’ I answered, ‘These were Mr. Byrne’s exact words.’ From that hour strife an i contusion surrounded tne. Be tween two husbands, my brother dead, a daughter's honor and iny own involv ed—l knew not whither to turn. I made a retreat in the convent to to compose myself. Leaving which, [ was thrust into tile Supreme Court by Robert Stoepel'to compel me to con sent to a division of property as part ners in business. I did not wish to di vide our property, but to keep it to gether for the child, so I engaged James TANARUS, Brady to defend the case. Unfor tunately, that gmtleman in a short time died. On requesting his partner to resume the gentleman said : Matilda, you will havjiitrouble with Stoepel, for I have had & communication from Mr. Byrne, who says you are his wife , that your divorce from him was not legal. Weary of publicity, disheartened, desperate,* / left that office, and made over to Robert Stoepel every piece of property and every dollar I possessed j on earth. From that time, too depress- j ed to act, I was supporting myself and | child by my education, when two years ago, I was prostrated by a severe fever, and kept iny room and bed for fifteen months. I was convalescent, arid sent in midwinter to the sea shore, where the news of Mr. Byrne's death reached me. Also te'egram and letters, telling me to come to San Francisco. 1 have come to claim my honor and my rights. From the investiganon made bv my lawyer in New York at the time of the litigation between Robert Stoepel and myself, I became fully satisfied, and do now firmly believe, there never was a legal divorce between Henry H. Byrne an i myself. Matilda Heron Byrne. Subscribed and sworn to this 27th day of August, A. D.. 1872. Samuel Hermann, Notary Public. Help Your Town.—The following from an exchange is true as preaching and our people should keep the views contained in the article constantly in mind. The way to make a town is to help as much as possible every industry in our midst. Judiciously aid every enterprise that promises to add strength and character to the place. If your neighbor builds a house help him pay for it. If you are a property holder, every new house strengthens you, and it is hut right to reciprocate. Don’t hide a dollar with a penny. Look ahead. Consider what is best for you in the long run. Don’t he so jealous. If you can draw advantage from an en terprise forwarded by an enemy, sup port it, even if it does enrich him. Should a man start up a legitimate bu siness in an obscure part of the town, whether or no a friend or even acquain tance, say a good word for him when ever occasion piesents itself—it will cost yon nothing, and may do him in calculable good—always remember ing that bread cast upon the waters will return after many days. Strob'cit! Advertisement.—There is a very sensible suggestion in the .Montgomery Advance-, in regard to tfic contemplated tourof don’t-shake-hands across-the-bloody-chasm- worth a-d n Strobach. The worthy Paul, the Radi cal sheriff of Montgomery county was foistered into office by pandering to the prejudices of ignorant negroes and a handful of whites, the representative of no class, repudiated and denounced almost uanimously by the German citi zens of liis own city. He was hissed off the stage at the Philapelphia Con vention ; and lie it was who urged the negroes 'lo put their Jce't upon the necks of the wlfite man of the count) y and grind than into powder.' Now Strobach proposes to visit the cities of the West and deliv er speeches in the German language to the Germans of that section. We give him this advertisement gratuitously, says the Advance, and hope that the papers, in the section of country where lie may go to speak, may extend the same courtesy to this fellow who repre sents no one but his master—Grant; and nothing but the Gospel ol Hate and the Revelation of Loot. A Petrified Baby. —A petrified ba by has been exhumed from a Chicago cemetery. The Times report says : ‘AH, save the mother of the little in fant, stood mutely looking upou it, but she became nearly frantic with excite ment from the first moment that the body was exposed to view. She had endeavored to take it from the coffin, crying bitterly, and wilily insisting upon taking it with her to her home. Her husband held her back -and would not allow her to remove it. The moth er seemed nearly distracted with greif at the thought of its being reintered.— It looked so natural and beautiful, so like the ba';y that she had placed in the grave ten years ago, that it brought up all sorrow afresh, as if she was but now laying the loved darling in the earth.— The body was removed, with others which the family had come there to ex hume, to Graceland, and reburied.— The family are Swedes, and it was learned reside a short distance out of the city. The child, so remarkably preserved, had been buried for more than ten years.’ Since Senator Morton manifests so much affliction about the bailing of Jeff' Davis, the Cincinnati Commercial sug gests that Jeff, is still within reach. If Morton wants him taken and tried for treason, why not have it done? He is the man who puts things into the mes sages of the President, and regulates j matters generally. Perhaps this would be a good time to call for old Jeff, and try him. His bail bond is good. New corn is already coming into Thomaston. TERMS—TWO DOLLARS IN ADVANCE Y\ e have seen no better cr more damaging criticism of Grant’s adminis tration than the following extract from a leader in the N. Y. Evening Post: But his (Grant’s) native tendencies in these respects were overruled by his adherents of the Senate, who, more in tent on projects for the distribution of patronage and the management of local elections than they were to prepare and perfect schemes of broad and generous legislation, disregarded the signs of public opinii n so glaringly obvious to others, alienated several of their, most powerful colleagues, resisted inquiry in to alleged abuses, covered over corrup tion that ought to have been corrected, aided the monopolists of every kind with a free hand, and exercised, or when they could not excuse, justified themostenor mous stretches of tfie Federal power in to the concerns of the State. Down to the last moment of the late session they clamored for the passage of laws which they ought to have seen were not only an offence to the judgement of the na tion, but an offence so serious that it awakened alarm and widespread threats of revolt. And yet Mr. Bryant sup ports Grant and the Radicals, because he allows his jealousy of his old rival, Horace Gree ley, to outweigh the enormities of the present regime at Washington ! Didn’t Give It Up One of our citi zens is blessed, or otherwise, with a very stubborn wife. In his he finds that when a woman will, she will, you may depend ori't, and when she won’t, she won't, and that’s an endon’t. This peculiarity of disposition in his wife is no secret among his associates, and one of them meeting him the other day, asked : ‘Well, do you know why you are like a donkey ?’ ‘Like a donkey?’ echoed W , opening his eyes wide. -No I don’t.’ ‘Do you give it up V ‘L do.’ •Because your better half is stubborn ness itself.’ ‘That’s not bad. Ha! Ha! I’ll give that to my wife when I go home.’ ‘Mrs. W lie asked as he satdown to supper,‘do you know why lam li&e a donkey V’ He waited a moment, expecting his wife to give it up, but she didn’t; she looked at him somewhat commiserately as she answered : ‘I suppose it’s because you were born so.’ W has abjured the habit of put tingconundrums to his wife. —Lawrence (1 lass ) American. Bill Arp on tiis Agricultural Stump.— Bill Arp has once more plung ed into activity; this time ns Major Charles 11. Smith in a humorous sensi ble agricultural address, that is a capti vation me'ange of farming facts and philosophical generalities, mixed with considerable lively personal aiuobiogra phy- Sometimes a good thing happens even in Oregon, as we are told by a corres pondent in that region. Lawyer B - called at the office of Counselor F who has had consider able practice in bankruptcy, and said, ‘See here, F , I want to know what the practice is jri such and such a case in bankruptcy.’ F , straightening himself up and looking wise as possible, replied, ‘Well, Mr. B . I generally get paid for tel ling what I know.’ B • put his hand in his pocket, drew forth a half a dollar, handed it to F , and said, ‘Here, tell me all you know, ami give me the change.' The following racy allusion to his youthful minority, and the maternal aspirations as to his future is a clever specimen of his personal experiences. ‘When I put on the Sunday face and recited the Shorter Catechism without a bobble, she knew that I would be a preacher, she could almost see me in the pulpit, and my congregation all in tears from my eloquence. But when I repeated Patrick Henry’s great speech, and assumed a fighting attitude, and looked fierce and said‘give me liberty or give me death,’ my good mother would shake her head in doubt Bbout the preacher, and settle down upon the presidency. She alternated between the two so long that I became neither. My nearest approach to the sacred call ing was a remarkable fondness for wo men and fried chicken, and for the Presidency I never got nearer than to write a few letters to Abraham Lincoln.’ The Progressive Age is anew Greeley paper started at Opelika.