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'iß| Broad Street, Augusta, Georgia.
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or day.
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PATTI C. HUDSON
ATTiIItNKY AT LAW,
Tlioinwon, On.
dr Prompt attention given to all b'.isi
ness entrusted to his care.
March 12. dm
R. W. H. NEAL,
ATTHHNKY AT I. AW,
THOMSON, GA.
Office. —Over -f. H. s Wore. 1
CHARLES S. DuBOSE,
ATTiIItNKY AT LAW,
WARRENTOX, GA.
r.rr Will practice in the courts of the
Northern, Middle and Augusta Circuits.
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THOMSON, GA.
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ern and Middle Circuits. nolyl *
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C. E. DOLE & CO.,
Y,"HOLES ALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN
Hats, Caps and .Straw Goods,
No- 250 Broad Street,
(jirawtin'l Vl'(■ T'ST Y,
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Wholesale Grocers
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Commission Merchants,
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' A. D, HILL,
Druggist and Apotiiocary,
THOMSON, GA ,
Keep* eoilstantly on li.«d a full .and com
plete supply of Drug-.. Medicines. Chemicals,
Paints. Oils. Varnishes. (Hass. Putty. Pure
Wines and Liquors for Medicinal purposes.
Kerosene Oil of 1.10 fire test; cl 'O Lamps,
Cbimnies end Bur.’.cs.
ALSO, Just received a fresh supply of
P.niata Warranted 4tnr bn Seels.
Prescriptions careltuliy®cdTiiponndei.
jan 1.1 ml
Thomson High School
pon mum .t.rn units.
a a k. J
N. A. LEWIS, Pus icvt
MISS; Ej F. BRADSHAW, Assistant.
The Spring Term began on the 1 Mil of
Jan. 18*3, and embraces six scholastic
months.
The Fall Term begins August 11 th and
i mbraces four months.
For particulars apply to the Principal.
Feb. If ts.
Central jfjofcl.
IS jgfr
MRS. W. M. THOMAS.
\UOU3TA, GEORGIA
Hamb & Leitner,
211 BROAD STREET, AH GUST A, GA.
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN
TANARUS)r Hf/s and Jrc/fichie.s,
’pints, Oils, (.Hass,
{rushes, Peffumery,
’resli Garden Seeds &c.
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March 20 3m
>lts. T jcckie,
DEALER IN
FASHIONABLE MILLINERY
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FAN’m <KW>I) ,
Real and Imitation.)
MR CURLS, SWITCHES, &C.,
JET AND FANCY JEWELRY, &C.,
1 BROAD CTREE f\ AUGUSTA, GA.
april 10 2m
Livery & Sale Stable
SPEIR A ’fc.MBREE.
At the old stand on Main Street, above
wonic Hall. Thomson, Ga., propose to
ntinue the business of a Livery and Sale
lble- They will keep a good assort ment
Fancy a’id Substantial Stock, and .the
ry best Vehicles. I heir Stables are cora
idious, convenient and secure, where
irers can obtain bestaccommoflatioiis,
and by giving their personl attentien to the
siuess, at all hours, day and night, will
arrantee satisfaction,
n. 8. Om fcFEIR A EMBREE,
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VOLUME III—NUMBER 21.
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For over FORTY YEARS this
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fir Lives Oosin-UNT', end if- painful off
spring, DYSPEPSIA, CONSTIPATION,
Jaundice. Bilious attacks, SICK HEAD
ACHE. Colic, Depression of Spirits, SOUR
STOMACH, Heartburn, CHILLS AND
FEVER, Ac., An
After years of careful experiments, to meet
a groat aud urgent demand, we now produce
front our original Genuine Powders.
Tfao Prepared.
A LiqnifiThriii of SIMMONS' LEVEL P, EC. U
LATOR, containing all its wonderful and
valuable properties, aud offer it in
ns Dollar Bottles.
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Stamp and Signature unbroken None
other is genuine.
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MACON. GA. AND PHILADELPHIA.
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fJTTobacco and Sega. . of < rory Variety.
January 20, 1873 —.‘m.
T
XliU Guide i.-i published Quarterly.
2."> cents pays for the year, which is not half
the 3. I hose who afterwards send mon
ey t*> the amount of one dollar may also or
der 23 cents worth extra—the price for the
Guide. The first number is beautiful, giv
ing plans for making Rural Homes, Dining
, Table Decorations, Window Gardens, Ac.,
l and a mass of information invaluable to the
lover of flowers. 1 ."»(> pages on fine tinted pa
per Home .“>OO engravings, aud a superb col
ored plate, andt'hromo Cover.
"The first edit ion of 2*M),O<H) printed inEng
lisli and Gerinm.
JAMES VICK, Rochester, N. Y.
March 12
Xeiv and Fashionable
SPRING AND .SUMMER GOODS !
P. 11. LYNCH)
VIERCIIANT T VILOIi,
iiu Jackson St., Globe Hotel Augusta, Ga.,
Respectfully amiouncos to Ms
friends and the public generally, that he has
just received and has now on hand a Com
plete and Elegant Stock of Cloths. Cassi
ni e res. Doeskins. Suiting and Vestings, se
lected from the choicest importations of
French, English and Scotch manufactures,
which ho is prepared to make up to order
in the most approved manner, guaranteeing
Fit, Workmanship and Style-of the first
order.
In returning thanks to my friends and
the public for the very liberal patronage ex
tended to me during the past season, I re
spectfully solicit a coutinuance of the same,
and hope by strict attention to the desires
of my customer-; to give the same satisfac
tion in the future as I hare given in the
past. P. H. LYNCH.
April 2 3m Augusta. Ga.
1 •) t D s2©r!".orVn>i ri.r r,'*^l'.,*',^
M.:k (or tu In 1.--ir epars fnoTiwnt* nr *1 C..e time than at nnytliiwj
ill*-, r-rtlculaiaf.tse. AiMk.mU. Biltuou ACo.,iVntl<uiJ,Maine.
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Thomson, McDuffie county, ga., may 21,1873.
POETICAL.
“Lorcna."
We publi.sh by request, the beautiful lines
of this dear old song. It is touchingly sad
and tender, and coming, as it docs, from
sorrow s holiest citadel, and hallowed by
the dearest associations of the heart, it will
touch some * ‘tender chord” on the wellkept
harp of devotion that will again “thrill and ,
tremble with regret — Satannoh Adverti
ser.
The years creep slowly by, Lorcna,
The snow is oil the grass again,
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena.
The frost gleams where the flowers have |
been;
Rut the heart throbs on as warmly now
As when the Summer days were nigh.
The sun can never dip so low
Adown affections cloudless sky.
A hundred months have passed. Loiena,
Since last I held that hand in mine,
And felt thy pulse beat fast, Ixjrena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine :
A hundred months, 'tvvr.s flowery May,
When up the hilly slope we climbed
. To wach the dying of the day,
And hear the distant Church bells chime.
We loved each other then, Lorena,
More than we ever dared to tell,
And what wo might have been, Lorena,
Had but our loviugs prospered well ;
Rut now 'tis passed' the years are gone,
I’ll not call up their shadowy forms ;
| I’ll say to them, “lost years, sleep on,
I Sleep oil, nor heed life’s pelting storms.’"
; The story of that past, Lorena,
Alas! I care not to repeat,
The hopes that could not live, Lorena,
They lived,-but only lived to client;
I would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in thy bosom now,
“For if we try we may forget, ”
Were words of thine long years ago.
Yes, these wero words of thine, Lorena,
They burn within my memory yet ;
They touch some tender chord, Lorena,
That thrills and trembles wiih regret.
Twas not the woman’s heart that spolo,
Thy heart was always true to me,
A duty stern and pressing broke
The ties that linked my soul to thee.
It matters little now, Lorena,
The past is in the eternal past ;
Our heads M ill soon lie low, Lorena,
Life’s tide is ebbing out so fust.
Ruttheie's a future! O, thank God !
Os life this is so small a part
’Tis dust to dust beneath the sod,
Rut there, “up there,”’tis heart to heart.
SELECT MISCELL.iXV.
TEE EMERALDS.
One wintry afternoon in January,
away np in the bleak attic of a tenement
house, a pale sn d-eyed woman sat sewing.
The garment upon which she was cng.i
--i ged sewing was a very rich dress, The
1 twilight closed ill with a blinding fall of
1 :;now, a Litter wailing blast, that made
the windows rattle in their casements.—
! Still the pale-faced woman stitched on.
Mother,.’ piped a feeble voice from
the cot under the window, “will you get
! the fine dross done ? Oh, mother, if I
i could only have a cup of tea and a bit of
suasage.”
j The mother worked on steadily for a
few moments, paused only to brush a tear
1 from her white cheek, then she arose
and shook out the glimmering robe.
i “’Tis done at last,” she said, “now
mother’s little girl can have her supper.
Boss, Ross, where are you my boy ?”
. A manly iittle fellow came out from
the bedroom beyond.
“The dress is done, Ross,” said his
mother, “and you must run home with it
:as fast as ever you can. Miss Gercia
will be out of patience, I know. Tell
1 her I couldn’t finish it one moment soon
, er, and ask her to give you the money.
I Wo must have it to night. And you can
I stop in at Mr. Ray's as yon come back
and buy some coal, and we must, have
some bread and tea, and a mite of butter
and you must get a sausage, Boas, for
poor little Flora.”
“1,11 get ’em all mother.” he said, “and
| lie back in 110 time. You Shall have a
! big sausage, little sis,” he added, turning
toward the cot.
The girl nodded her curly head, and
her great wistful eyes sparkled with de
i light.
| “And you shall have half of it. Ross,”
; she piped, in her slender, bird voice.
1 1 ‘Hadn’t you better put on your thick
jacket, my boy?” continued his mother;
1 “the wind cuts like a knife.”
“Pshaw, little mother ; I don’t mind
i the wind. ” And away he went down the j
j creaking stairs, and out in the storm.
Miss Gracia Fontenay was in a perfect
I furore of impatience and anger. Her .
dear five hundred friends were assembl
; ed in the halls below, and the handsome
dress had not come home. What did j
that beggar woman mean by disappoint- j
ing her ? At moment there was a
ring at the door, aud a voice in the hall.
! “Please tell Miss Gracia, my mother |
, could not finish it sooner ; she wants the }
money to night.” The servant took the j
handsome dress and message.
‘ -I’ll never give her another stitch of j
work,” cried the angry beauty ; “I ought j
to have had it three hours. Here, Fan- j
chon, come and dress me at once, there’s
not a moment to lose ! No, I can’t pay to 1
night, I havn’t time. He must call to
morrow.”
“But, we’ve no fire and nothing to eat,
and ray little sister is very sick,” called
the boy pushing up the grand stairway, j
“Shut that door, Fanchon!” common- I
ded Miss Gracia. And the door was closed
| in his face.
From the porch at the parlor window,
Pansie watched the whole scene, her vi
olet eyes distended with childish amaze
ment.
“Poor little boy,” she said, as Ross !
disappeared down the stairway, “Sister
Gracia ought to pay him. It must be
dreadful to have no lira and nothing to
[■eat.”
She stood for a moment, balancing 1
herself on the tip of one and t nty foot, her
rosebud face grave and reflective ; then i
a sudden thought flooded her blue eyes !
j with sunshine, and snatching something I
from the table, she started down stairs.
The servant had just closed the street
door, but she fluttered past him like a
burning bird aud opened it.
On the steps sat Ross, brave little fel
low that he was, his face in his hands,
sobbing as if his heart would break.
“What’s the matter, little boy ?” ques
tioned Pansie.
Ross looked up half believing that it
was the face of an angel looking down
i upon him through the whirling snow,
j “<>, I cannot go home without the
i money,” be sobbed; “Poor mother!
worked hard ; and Flora is sick and so
hungry.”
Pausie’s eyes glistened like stars.
“Here” she said, “do you take this, :
little boy, aud bdy her lot’s of nice things.
| ’Tis worth a great deal; papa bought
|it for my birtluly present, but do you
| take it and welcome.”
j film extended her dimpled hands, and
! something like a shower of falling stiffs
tinkled to the boys feet. He caught it i
up in amaze—a necklace of emeralds, j
lustrous, gleaming things, set in tawny |
Indian gold.
•‘No, no,” ho cried, running np to !
[ where she stood, “I can’t take this neck
j lace—take it back.”
j But Pansie shook her curly head. j
1 “You shall take it,” she commanded, i
j imperiously. .“I’ve lots of jewelry and
j line things—run homo now anil buy i
j your sister something to eat.
She closed the door with a bang, and
Ross stood irresolute in the st< may gloom.
Should lie ring the bell and return the
jewels to Pansio’s Father, or should he
do as she had bid him ? He thought of
j liis mother and poor hungry little Flora
j watching wishfully for liis return. He
j could not go back and see them starve,
i With sudden feeling of desperation, he
thrust the glittciing necklace in liis bo- j
som and dashed down the snowy street.
The giiu light blazed brilliantly in a j
| fashionable jewelry establishment, and I
its bland proprietor looked down inquir
ingly on little Ross as he qpproached the
glittering counter.
“Would you like to buy this sir?”
There was a tremor in the boy’s voice
as lie asked the question, and the hand
hat hel l up the emerald necklace shook
: visibly. The lapidary took the gems,
I examined them closely for a moment,
i and then shot a sharp glance at the
j child.
“Bee here,” he said presently, his
voice stern and commanding, “I want to
know how you came by this ?”
The boy’s clear eyes fell he blushed
and stammered, evidently embarrassed.
The jeweler put aside the emeralds, and
taking the lad’s arm, led him into a
small ante-room
“You are a thief, sir,” lie added.
“That necklace belongs to Mr. Fon
tenay—he bought it of monotone month
| ago. You stole it. You are a thief.”
I The little follow straightened himself
: and his [brown eyes blazed :
“I am no thief,” ho retorted, “A
! kind little girl gave it to me, and I know
[ it was wrong to take it, but—but—my
mother and sister are starving.”
The jeweler hesitated.
“You don’t look like a thief,” ho said,
“but I will send for Mr. Fontenay, that
i will settle t lie matter at onee. ”
j He dispatched a message accordingly
and Ross sat down in one comer, and
i sobbed bitterly as ha heard the driving
I winds, and thought of his mother and
j poor little Flora. In half an hour Mr.
i Foteuay came, bringing liis daughter,
! little Pansie, with him. The little
| creature darted like a humming bird, her
j cheeks ablaze, her eyes flashed likelight
-1 ning.
“He didn’t steal my emeralds !” she
| cried. “I gave’em to him to sell ’em
| and buy bread for his little sister.”
; Ross sprang to his feet, struggling :
; hard to keep back his taars. He put out
j his little brown hand which Pansie in- [
! staidly clasped in her chubby palms.
“I am not a thief, sir,” he said at last,
j addressing Mr. Fontenay ;” “I never ;
[ stole anything in my life. 1 know it was
i wrong to take the necklace —but—but,
sir, my little sister is starving.”
I The merchant drew liis hand across his
■ eyes.
: “Y’ou’re a manly little fellow,” lie said
| patting the lad’s head, “and I do not in
I the least blame you, but will take Pan
| sie’s emeralds, and she shall give you
| something more available. Here, Pan
sie, give this to your little friend.”
He put a gold piece into Pansie’s
TERMS--TWO DOLLARS IN ADVANCE.
hands, which she tendered to Ross, with !
injunction that he should run straight
home nnd buy lots of goodies for his sis
ter—a command he was not slow to
obey.
“I think we will not loose sight of the
little fellow,” continued Mr. Fontenay,
as Ross disappeared in the stormy dark
ness, “shall we, pet? He’s a promising
young lad and an honest one, I'm sure,
Mr. Lenox, you’re in need of an errand
boy, why not try him? I wish you
would.”
The jeweler consented, to Pansie’s
great delight, and on the following day
Ross was duly installed as an errand boy, j
in the fashionable establishment.
Fifteen years liter, one blustering
March morning, a young man sat behind
the counter of a thriving jewelry estab
lishment in oue of the Northern cities.^—
He was a handsome man, a scholar and
traveler, a man of taste, intellect and
money, for he was junior partner in the
firm, which was a prosperous one. But
despite all his good fortune, Ross Duubar
was not liappv. His mother and his
little Flora had gone to their long home,
and he was utterly alone, without kith
or kin in the wide world.
Bitting alone one morning with the [
roar of the March wind in his ears liis j
thoughts were running back to days of
his boyhood, to his mother’s humble !
home. How vivid the past seemed and j
how dear and sacred despite its priva- :
tions and sorrow. His eyes grew dim
and his heart swelled. All were gone
over the wide waters of time and
change.
A tender smile softened his sad face as
lie recalled that stormy night when he
sat sobbing on the steps of Mr. Fon
teuay’s mansion and little Pansie, the
remembrance of her sweet face, as lie
saw it through the snow wreaths that
night haunted him certainly. In all the
fifteen years never for one hour hud lie
forgotten her. But she was gone lost to
him forever.
His re very was broken by the entrance
of a customer, a lady closely cloaked aud
veiled. She approached the counter
j with a jewel case in her hand.
; “Would you buy these?” she asked
simply, in a e’enr sweo. voice tliaut stir
! red the young man’s heart as no other
j woman’s voice had power to do.
\ He took the casket anil unclosed it and
: spread out its contents. A watch, ele
| gant and costly, a diamond ring, two
! rubies and au emerald necklace. Boss
Dunbar barely suppressed a cry of sur
i prise as bis eyes fell upon it. He turned
j it over with eager, trembling fingers and
| there on the clasp was the name that
lived in liis heart for so many long years,
“Little Pansie.”
! “Y’ou wish to sell them nil,” ho asked, j
striving to steady his voice and the wild j
| throbbing of his heart.
The lady hesitated an instant, then ,
she. put out a slender hand and drew the j
| emeralds towards her.
! “I dislike to part with this,” she said; j
it was father’s gift—and—but no matter, j
take them all ; I must have the money.’’ j
In her eagerness she had thrown aside j
her veil, revealing a lilly face lit by
lustrious sapphire eyes. Boss Dunbar j
stood silent a moment, every nerve in his j
j manly frame thrilling with supreme dc- j
light. He had found her at last, the one j
idol of his life,
“They are very fine gems,” ho said j
after a moment, “and I am willing to
give you a fair price—suppose we say one j
thousand dollars, will that do ?”
The gild flushed a dazzling glance of
[ surprise from beneath her heavy veil.
' “So much as that?” she said trernu-j
[ lously. “You are very kind, sir. O you j
cannot know how much this money will j
; help me.”
| The young man made a polite reply |
] and proceeded to put aside the jewels to ;
draw a cheek foi the money. The March
winds were still blustering without and [
, the girl shivered and drew her wrapper
; closer as she started out.
“Won’t you let me run down to the j
! bank for you ?” said the jeweler catching
up liis hat.
“You can play shoplady the while ; it
, won’t be but a minute or two.”
: “But lam troubling you so.”
“Not a bit; just take this warm seat, !
| please, you’ll not be likely to have any
customers.” And seating her besides his
desk: he took the cheek and hurried
out.
Pansie Fontenay threw back her veil
[ and leaned her head upon her hand; a
j puzzled reflective look upon her sweet sad
; face.
“Where have I seen this face ?” she
asked herself over and over again. “It
[ is so fomiliar, who in the world can it
Ibe ?” His return broke in upon her
j meditation, and after receiving her
! money she hurried away to her humble
lodging.
The following afternoon was even more
blustering and stormy ; the wind roared
and the sleet beat and tinkled against the
windows of the little room ill which
Pansie and her father sat. Severe mis
■ fortune and reverse had reduced them to
poverty, and the old man being an invalid
all the care fell upon Pansie’s slender
shoulders. She sat with her sewing,
while her father read aloud from anew
book which she had bought for him with
some of the money received for her
jewels. Her sweet face was wan and sad,
and her future stretched before her sad,
hopeless and gloomy.
There was a ring at the door and a ser
vant brought up a package for Miss
Fontenay. An exquisite bunch of pan
sies, fragrant and golden-hearted, done
up in tissue paper, and attached to them
a card, bearing the simple words: “Ross
Dunbar has not forgotten little Pan
sie. ”
Pansie sat amazed for a moment and
their rich bloom darted up to la r white
cheiks.
“O, father,” she cried, “1 knew him
—I knew him! O, we have found Ross
at last!”
An instant Liter Ross was in the room,
claspling her fluttering hands in his, and
into her blue eyes wit h a glance look that
brought the rosy line to her face. And a
few weeks later, when the blustering
winds were over, and the blue-birds sang
in their he’dges, and the golden hearted
pansies bloomed on the garden borders,
little Pausie became Ross Dunbar’s
bride, and for her bridal gift he gave her
back her string of emeralds.
Dollars in Hayti.
The lirst,experience in the negro repub
lic of a correspondent was anything lint
pleasant, us he tells the story. Starting
in the evening, and expecting to reach
port by daybreak, there was not a mouth
ful of food on board. Delayed by a
calm, the schooner did not come to an
chor until noon. The customhouse of
ficers were at breakfast, and kept our
hungry voyager waiting two hours for
permission to laud, and then the aggra
vating police authorities took up all the
the rest of the day in examining his pa
pers, before he was allowed to gratify liis
raging appetite. “What will you have?”
asked the polite waiter, when, worn out
with hunger and vexation, he seated him
self at a case table, “Every tiling, any
thing—beer, bread, friut, cheese—bring
it all at once,” was the response; and
the waiter’s prompt compliance tended
greatly to soothe the "traveler’s exasper
ated sensibilities.
The next morning Mr. Hazard experi
enced anew sensation. He suddenly
found himself a millionaire. His first
act on rising was to adapt himself to the
custom of the country, and ask for a
“cocktail.” It was well fabricated and
enjoyed with zest. Then ensued the fol
lowing dialogue :
“How much ?” I asked.
“Thirty dollars, monsieur."
“I start back horror-struck. Thirty
dollars for a drink? I see it. I am a
poor, miserable American, disowned by
his government, in a foreign land, and
thcsc’baibarians know it, and now they
want to swindle me. But the old spirit
of ’76 comes strong upon me, and I get
reckless. I vow I w ill not pay it, and
drawing from my pocket a silver coin of
the realm of America, value ten cents, I
declare it is all the money I have.
“To my amazement the mild bar keep
er says, “I liav'nt the change, sir."
“Ail! I begin to see it; and with a
princely air I say, “Oh, keep the
change !”
Later in the day Mr. Hazard was in
formed by the banker to whom he ap
plied to have a draft for a few hundred
dollars in gold was worth four hundred
dollars in the paper currency of the
country, and that if ho had his draft
cashed lie would need half a dozen
mule carts to take away the bills ! Ha
left the draft at the bank, and drew only
a few thousands for spending money.
An honest old Pennsylvania farmer
had a tree on his premises he wanted cut
down. But being weak in the back, and
having a dull axe, he hit upon the fol
i lowing plan ; Knowing the passion among
his neighbors for coon-hunting, he made
| a coon’s foot out of a potato, and pro
| ceeuedto imprint numerous tracks to and
jup the tree. When all ready, he iuform
j od his neighbors that the tree must be
i tilled with coons, pointing to the external
j evidence made with his potato foot. The
bait took, and in short time half a dozen
| fellows, with sharp axes, were chopping
i away at the base of the tree, each taking
| their regular turn. The party also
j brought dogs and shot guns, and were
j in ecstasies over the anticipated haul of
] coons. The tree finally fell, but nary
j coon wa ssecn to ‘ ‘drap, ”
Speaking Slightly op Women. —At a
I recent dinner in New Yoak, at which no
ladies were present, a man in responding
to a toast, “Women,” dwelt almost sole
: ly on the frailty of the sex, claiming that
| the best among them were little better
! than the worst, the chief difference luring
| their surroundings. At the conclusion
of the speech, a gentleman present rose
; to his feet and said ;
; ‘‘l trust the gentleman in the appliea
; tion of his remarks, refers to his own
I mother and sisters, not ours. ”
] The affeot of this most just and timely
rebuke was overwhelming, the maligner
of women was covered with confusion
and shame.
-
“Bridget, I wish you would step over
and see how old Mrs. Jones is this
morning.” Bridget returned in a few
minutes with the information that Mi’s.
Jones was seventy-two years, ten months
and eight days old.
These two lines that are so solmn,
Just fills up all this coining.
Advertising Hates.
I One square, first insertion $ 1 00
i Each subsequent insertion 75
j One square three months 10 00
1 Onesqaresix months 15 00
One square twelve months 20 00
; One quarter column twelve months. 40 0 t
j Half column six months 60 00
i Half column twelve months 75 00
| One column twelve months 125 00
Ten lines or less considered a square.
All fractions of squares counted as square*
[IOT’KNAL ( OREESFON hence]
Sleepy Hollow, May, 1, 1873.
Messrs. Editors—lcongratulate you, Mr.
, Willis and the balance of mankind— sept
! uome —and all the Tomsonians (now J
! is’nt illuding to the sect of doctors, for
j I'm 011 the township question) I say I’m
: ready to git on riglar bender for joy that
j your county* is a county, not only "de
)'aeto, faetoltum,” but dcjure,juri, ju-
I rorum.
Now dat was a sensible werdiei ov dat
Grand Jury ov de Legislator at Atlanta
! which made out a tree bill for de county
by de immortal Gods and Alf Sturgis.
I likes Tomsing, mid or midnut de /',
| and all de good people (and I hope dar
is’nt any udder sort) of McDuffie, speei
j ally Wrightsboro, that antiquarian vil
| lage avhere Loggias lives. Now thii
! Boro was out out for a big place, but,was
| spiled in de making,
j It would have been a very considerable
I place of import and export if it had been
at the head of navigation : but tliatun
! fortunate town got a hard lick on that
eventful night when Jones Minor or Ma
jor (for I dout know totlier from which)
saw on “the banks of the beautiful Mo
selle” one of the strangest sights pre
haps, that man in his imagination ever
saw. From that xpiritval vision the
Boro collapsed, and now nothing there is
stationary or steadfast, except its beau
j tiful red clay that sticks closer than a
| church brotherto the shoes of the humble
pedestrian ns lie perambulates the lonely
| streets and meditates on the “wreck of
| matter and the crush of worlds. ”
I Was it Kn Klux that did all this? Well
their shoulders are broad enough to tote
all the sins of the world, the flesh and
ilie Devil, a whole budget of Reconstruc
tion Laws, Grant and his Rump Con
gress.
But enough of Ku-Klnx, for I knows
noffiu of dem critters are De U. S. Con
gress done dar levil best to find dem in
de wild hunt after office, day failed I give
it up “jes so, Mr. Brown.”
Tliomsing is said to be the livest place
on the Ga. R. It., and I began te think
would some day in de fur distant futu
rival Atlauty : hut alas ! poor Yorick,
now fear all of its fat is to he spilt in de
fire.
Your friend Jno. R. (a powerfu 1 good
feller he is too, for I knows nim well. In
his big heart there is apure fountain from
which flows in a continuous current the
milk of human kindness.
But as I was saying afore I got on de
attributes of de heart, is going to build a
Railroad from—well, from the mountains
of the Moon way down to sunset, there
or there about*. This is to be a Grand
Through Route from the West via Bones
villo to the sea. I fear that Bonesville will
spring up like magic to the downfall of
Tomsiug.
But then I’m in for this Railroad. lain
for works of internal improvement at
the South, particularly if the money is
furnished by Uncle Ham’s treasury.—
Thar can be no difficulty in getting a
charter since Gcn'l Toombs made his big
speech 011 “Magna Charter." Charters
are very popular. Well, bores success to
the Railroad!
I read your valuable Jouknal weekly.
It is line to rend and cheap to buy, I
wish it a long list of subscribers and
heavy advertisements.
Curry is in jail working out his “new
dispensation, the only way, I opine, that
it can practically Vie done free from
temptation. The “King” is there but
the Queen is absent. As you cutely re
mark ‘'the jury brought in a verdict of
mercy and the Court recommended, him
guilty, ’’ but gave him 30 days grace in
order that he might take up his bed and
walk, but he elected to be a prisoner ou
the Island of Palms, and thus simulate
his prototype of the old Dispensation.
But where was his Queen? The mam
moth tent is struck—the flag that floated
to the breeze with the name of “Yaveh”
inscribed upon it, now trails in the
dust.
It is said the immaculate “Brad,” the
model officer of the Law, when on his
mission to arrest the Prophet from the
“Hub of the universe,” bowed to the
Queen in courtly style, and with the
blandest smiles said, “Madam, I approach
the sanctity of royalty with becoming
condescension, and invade the privacy
of non marital relations only in the dis
charge of duty.
I am only an hexecutive Hossifer, obli
gated by the votes of my numerous
friends to caiy out the law, and obey the
dictates of the Courts. I hates it—
it grates ou my tender sensibilities and
\ nocturnal proclivities to take from your
“bed and hoard” this persecuted and
prosecuted unfortunate man ; but tho
Fates have so decreed and lam oph for
Appling. Now, my dear Madam, dout
fret about it, for if Mr. Curry is what he
represents himself to be, God and not
man, the jail cannot hold him. And if,
on the other hand he lias deceived you,
the sooner you know it the better.”
With this moralizing, which every
body must commend, Brad departed ill
company with the Prophet, and as yet
I have heard of nothing startling from
the Jail, but Curry is only Curry in Jail,
and the name of Yaveh has left him for
ever. Goodbye
Josh.