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August 21), 1873. 4t
Thomson, McDuffie county, ga., October i, 1373.
POETICAL.
In Menioriam.
Respectfully dedicated to the holders of Con
federate Treasury notes.
Representing nothing in God’s earth now,
i And naught in the waters below it;
j Asa pledge of the nation that’s dead and
j gone,
| Keep it, dear friend, and show it.
Show it to those who will lend and ear,
To the tale that this paper can tell;
j Os Liberty born, of patriot’s dream,
Os the stonn-cradled nation that fell.
j Too poor to possess the precious ores,
And too much a stranger to borrow,
j We issue to-day our promise to pay,
And hope to redeem on the morrow.
The days rolled on and weeks became years,
But our coffers were empty still;
Coin was so rare that the Treasury quaked
If a dollar should drop in the till.
But the faith that was in us strong,
Aud our poverty well discerned,
And these little checks represented the pay
That our poor volunteers had earned.
We knew it lmd hardly a value in gold,
Yet, as gold our soldiers received it;
It gazed iu our eyes with a promise to pay,
And each patriot soldier believed it.
But our boys thought little of price or pay,
Or of bills that were then overdue ;
We knew if it bought ns ou* bread to-dav,
’Twas the best our poor country could do.
Keep it, for it tells our history o’er,
From the birth of its dream to the last;
Modest, and born of the angel Hope,
Like the hope of success it passed.
My Best Beloved ami I.
Down hy a little babbling brook,
My best belov’d and I,
Were wandering on the autumn eve,
When sunset tinged the sky,
We spoke of love and constancy,
And fast the hours flew by ;
But time was naught to her or me,
My best beloved and I.
Another year we met again,
And near the little brook,
But she was on a couch of pain,
And altered was her look.
Still, youth is bright with ardent hope,
And radiant is its sky,
And fondly yet we spoke of love,
My best belov’d and I.
Beside the little rippling stream,
Where first our vows were said,
Ive laid my darling down to sleep,
With roses at her head.
And yet, we are not parted quite,
For with her latest sigh
She spoke of lands where we shall meet,
My best belov’d and I.
S-ELECT MISC ELLA VF,
THE BEWITCHING WIDOW.
J list, before dark one evening, Tom
Coutena came into the little office where
Frank Worthington kept his dusty law
books, and helped himself to a chair and
a cigar, with a quiet make-yourself-at
horne sort of coolness which showed him
no stranger to the promises.
“Well, Frank,” said he, “we got
through the last case to-day, and I’m
ready to he off home to-morrow. You
promised to go with me, remember.”
“No need to remind me of it, old fel
low,” laughed Frank. “I’ve endured
the horrors of a boarding-house too long
not to jump at the chance of country
living awhile.”
“You can lie ready by morning?”
“Ob, yes. It won’t take long to pack
my ket. I haven’t any Saratoga trunk
to till with flounces and furbelows.”
“All right, then. We shall have a
cousin of my mother’s to go down with
us.”
“The deuce we shall! Tom, if it’s a
girl I won’t go, by George! I got
enough of traveling with girls last sum
mer.”
| “You will go ! I will never forgive
, you if you don’t.”
| “Is the cousin of the feminine per-
I suasion V”
| “Yes, but she is not a girl. She is a
sedate widow lady, who goes down to
make an annual visit to us every Christ
mas. ”
“Oh, that altera the case. Oue of
those motherly, middle-aged ladies who
| makes a fellow look respectable, as if he
was traveling with his mother.”
i Tom repressed an inclination to Laugh,
anil replied, soberly :
“Yes ; no doubt Mrs. Cameron wall
appear like a mother to both of us.”
“Mrs. Cameron ; a good old respecta
ble name,” repeated Frank. “Has she
any money, Tom ?”
“Well, yes, a fair little fortune.”
“And you may stand a chance in her
will ?”
“Possibly.”
“Yes. Well, my boy, you are quite
right to ho attentive to your mother’s
| elderly relative. No doubt Mrs. Cam
eron will be an addition to our jour
ney.”
•“Decidedly,” said Tom, feeling it
about time for him to get out of that
office, where he could indulge in a laugh,
and rising as he spoke : “Meet us at
the depot at seven in the morning.”
“I will."
“Sharp seven, remember.”
“Yes. And time and railroad cars wait
for no man or woman, either. Depend
on me, Tom, and just look after that
elderly cousin.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Good-night, then.”
“Good-nitrht, old fellow.”
And as Tom went out Frank arose
and began to put his office in order, and
make some preparations for his Chist
mas journey.
He meant to be very early next morn
ing, but over-slept himself, and reached the
depot only five minutes before train
time. He went hastily into the ladies’
room, supposing Tom would be there
with Mrs. Cameron. There was, how
ever, but one occupant, a bright-faced
lady, in a stylish black and white travel
ing suit, with a long white plume droop
ing over a coquettish black hat. She
turned a pair of saucy brown eyes upon
him as he entered, glanced around, and
beat a hasty retreat.
“Wliew ! what a pretty girl ! Glad I
don’t have her to dangle after, and wait
on,’* thought he. “Where the dickens is
Tom?”
He hunted through the crowd, and
just as the train was about starting fovmd
Tom on the platform.
“Oh, here you are! Be quick now!”
hailed Tom. “I thought you were
about to give me the slip, after all.”
“No danger ; I slept late, that’s all.”
They weut in the car, and the ponder
ous wheels rolled off, arid as they opened
the door Frank got a glyiupse of the
pretty girl with the white plume, seated
inside.
“Did your cousin come ?” he asked of
Tom.
“Yes ; I’ll introduce you.”
Tom marched straight down the nar
row aisle to that very girl’s seat, as she
arose with a bewitching smile, he intro
duced :
“Mrs. Cameron, this is my friend,
Mr. Worthington. My cousin, Ivate
Cameron, Frank.”
Poor Frank ! you might have knocked
him down with a knittiugneedle. But
he was gentleman euougli to stammer
some response to the beautiful lady’s
courteous greeting, anil try to recover
from his confusion as best lie might.
Half an hour later he and Tom stood
together on the ciu- platform, and then
his wrath had vent :
“Tom Coutena, I’ll never forgive
you.”
“You will. I had to deceive you so
that you would not act like a fool, and
disappoint mo of your visit. But Kate
will neither eat you up nor fall in love
with yon, so you needn’t he scaled.”
“Don’t expect me to pay attention to
her.”
“Hold on, there ! She hasn’t given
you a chance yet. Kate is quite a belle
in city society, and awful particular iu
her company. Sad dogs like you and I
wouldn’t stand a ghost of a chance.”
“Humph ! I don’t know that she
could do bettor!” growled Frank, in
stantly, with man’s usual contrariness,
taking the opposite track.
“She might think so. I'm going to
the smoking car, Frank. Come along?”
“No; I don't care about smoking
now.”
“All right. Just look after Kate till I
come back, that’s a good fellow.”
Now, Frank had not the least intention
of looking after Kate, but when he ap
proached her seat she looked up with
suck a frank, pleasant smile, and moved
her shawl from the opposite seat to make
room for him with such a cordial air,
that he could not resist the temptation
to sit down and enjoy her society. Not
much of it did he get, however, for,
after the first pleasant reception, Mrs.
Kate betook herself to her book again,
and never even looked at him. By way
of revenging himself, Frank looked at
her, and the prettier she grew.
“She’s a widow,” he thought. “She’s
not a day over one-and-tweuty, if she’s
that. I wonder if she is Tom’s sweet
heart.”
And strange to say, this reflection
made Frank feel like grinding his teeth
at the unconcious Tom, who sat calmly
smoking liis cigar in the smoking car.
The journey passed off without any
incident, and without Mrs. Kate troub
ling Frank in the least for attention.
At the station they found Black Boy
awaiting them with a big sleigh, and a
few minutes’ breezy sleigh ride brought
them safely to the door of Tom’s home.
H Frank had found Kate Cameron
pretty in her hat and traveling wraps,
when she took them off aud showed the
slight form, with its graceful curves and
arches, ho thought her bewitching. Os
course, he didn’t care anything about
her; but, some way, it was a great relief
to find a certain pretty little Minnie
Brown who was one of the holiday party,
unmistakably occupying the position of
Tom’s sweetheart, and putting Kate out
of the question.
Before they had been there three days
Frank began to have an uncomfortable
sensation under the side of his vest
whenever Kate was near ; aud, Sunday
morning, when she came down dressed
in a bewildering suit of blue velvet,
ready for church, he quite gave up, aud
owned to himself that he loved every
inch of her, from the heels of her tiny
boots to the tips of her little blue gloves.
TERMS—TWO DOLLARS IN ADVANCE,
Mrs. Kate was sharp enough very
speedily to see how the land lay, but she
never gave oue sign that she cared a
straw for him, and Frank tormented
himself daily with hopes and fears, after
the usual fashion of lovers.
The holiday visit was to close with a
grand party on New Year's night, and
all the young people in the neighbor
hood were invited in to assist in the
merrymaking.
Late in the evening a silent figure sat
by the library fire, having stolen away
from the revellers below stairs to indulge
in a moment’s quiet revery. Presently
the door was softly opened, and the faint
light glittered on Kate Cameron’s blue
robes as she came forward and addressed
the figure in the chair :
“Why, Tom, old fellow, what is the
matter? Have you got a fit of the
blues ? Why, dear, dear, it is worse
than I thought it was!” laughed Kate.
“Have you been quarrelling with Min
nie Brown? Tell me all about it?”—
And with cousinly freedom she laid her
hand on his head.
The little hand was quickly imprison
ed aud carried to the lips of the silent
figure, and then Kate stooped and looked
into the face—not of her cousin Tom—
but Frank Worthington. She gave vent
to a low exclamation, and would have
fled instantly, but Frank took good care
to hold fast to his little white prisoner,
and detain her.
“It isn’t Tom ; but don’t go,” he
pleaded. “Stay with me, Mrs. Cam
eron—dear Kate ! Tom don’t love you
half as well as I do !”
“How do you know ?” whispered
Kate, shyly.
“Because Tom only loves you as a
cousin, and I—-O, Kate, I love you bet
tor than my life I”
“But you have known me such a little
while.”
“Yes; and might never have known
you at all if Tom, the blessed old boy,
hadn’t deceived me, and made me believe
it was an old lady who was to come
down with us.”
“I know—Tom told me all about it,”
laughed Kate.
“Did he ? But you will forgive me,
Kilty darling, because I love you so, aud
learn to love me a little, won’t you?”—
ploaded Frank, boldly throwing one arm
around her, and drawing her down by
his side.
“I’m afraid I have learned that
already,” whispered she, frankly.
Aud then—but neither you nor I, dear
reader, have any business listening to
love secrets in the tiro-lighted library, so
I won’t toll you what, then. But I will
tell you, that when the next New Year’s
came, Frank and the bewitching widow
were visiting at Tom’s again ; but she
was a widow no longer, and they called
her Mrs. Worthington.
The Editok.— A schoolboy’s compo
sition on “The Editor” ran as follows, in
a school not far off.
"The editor is one of happiest animals
in the world. He can go to the circus
afternoon aud evening, without paying a
cent; also to inquests and hangings.—
He Ims free tickets to pic-nics and straw
berry festivals, gets wedding cakes sent
to him, and some times gets a licking,
but not often, for he can take things
back in the next issue, which he general
ly does. I never knew but one editor to
get lickt. His paper busted that day,
and he couldn’t take any thing back.—
While other folks have to go to bed eaily,
the editor can sit up late eve(y night and
see all that is going on. The boys think
it’s a big thing to hang on till 10 o’clock.
When I am a man I mean to be an
editor, so I can stay out late of nights.
Then that will be bully. The editor
don’t have to saw wood or do any chop
ping, except with his scissors. Kail
roads get up excursions for him, know
ing if they don’t he’d make them git up
and git. In politics he don’t care much
who he goes for, if they are on his side.
If they ain’t he goes for them any way;
so it amounts to nearly the same thing.
There is a great many people trying to
be editors who can’t and some of them
have been in the profession for years.—
H I was asked if I had rather have an
education or be a circus rider, I would
say, let me become an editor.”
A lady was engaging a cook. “Brid
get,” she said, “your references are
quite satisfactory; but there is one point
I must mention : I allow no followers.
My last cook was discharged because
she was always entertaining her sweet
hearts iu the kitchen.” “O, no, Ma’am,
you needn’t be afraid of that. I never
had a sweetheart aud don’t want one.”
A day or two later the lady on enter
ing the kitchen perceived a strong smell
of a pipe. Pushing her investigations,
she opened a closet, aud in it stood a
young fellow', six feet high, and looking
very sheepish. “What does this mean,
Bridget? Who is this man?” “Indeed
I don’t know, Ma’am—l never saw him
before. O, yes ; I suspect he was left
there by your last cook.”
“Are you guilty or not guilty?” asked
a judge of a prisoner at the bar the other
day. “And sure now,” said Pat, “what
are you put there for but to find that out?
Do yes think that it’s meself that’ll be
taking the dirtily leetle job off your
honor’s hands ?”
Adventures of an Insurance Agent
in Search of the Big Balloon.
One of those distressing accidents
which no amount of preparation can
guard against, occurred on Pine street,
yesterday. Mr. Hopelv, the insurance
agent, intended going to New York at
9:45, a. m., to see the Graphic Balloon.
A friend suggested it to him just about
half an hour before the train would leave,
and Mr. Hopely hastened home to change
his clothes, and tell his wife. When he
got to the house he found it vacant, but
hoping that his wife would come in be
fore he departed, he got out his Sunday
suit and began disrobing.
He had got on his clean shirt and was
adding the collar before drawing on the
pants, when he remembered that his
sleeve buttons were in the stand drawer
in the dining room, and he cautiously
moved in there after them. He found
the buttons, and secured them, when
the hall door opened and his wife’s voice
and the voice of a female friend were
heard approaching. He would have fled
back to the bedroom, but he could not
leave the apartment he was in, without
being seen by them. For one instant it
seemed as if he would drop dead and
run into the carpet. The next, he per
ceived the open door of the china closet,
and immediately bolted in there and
closed the door. Mrs. Hopely and the
lady friend came into the room, and re
marking on the heat, drew their chairs
close to the open window and brought
out their 6ewing. Then they fell to
talking about the weather and Mrs. Bob
bin’s black corded silk, and remedies
for worms, and other topics of engross
ing interest. Mr. Hopely hung to the
door with awful tenacity, and perspired
and thought. The darkness was intense,
and to add to the unpleasantness, a
mouse or rat was heard among the papers
on the floor. Mr. Hopely was not a
timid man, but he was bare-legged and
barefooted, and when a man is thus situ
ated, a mouse is about the last thing he
wants to think of. Still the voices out
side continued and greater grew the heat
in that china closet. Mr. Hopely did
not dare to make the least noise to ahum
his wife, because of the presence of the
other lady, whose voice he could not
recognize. How he did curse that bal
loon and the man who suggested his
going to see it, and Prof. Wise, and how
bitterly be regretted that he could not
think of that other cerouaut’s name
(Donaldson), that he mght curse him,
too. Eat still the two ladies glided on
through the mazes of the neighbors’ af
fairs, without tlielenst sign of abatement.
He beard the clock siriko ten and also
eleven. Once or twice the mouse came
quite close to his feet, starling the per
spiration afresh, until he could feel it
trickle from his chin and duwn his body.
Then he moved his foot to rest himself,
and struck it against something soft and
hairy, and he uttered a ha'f stifled shriek
and jumped up, striking his head against
a shelf, and bringing a piece of some
kind of crockery to the floor. His wife
sprang to the door in alarm, but Hopely
caught the knob and clung to it with the
grip of death. Mrs. Hopely tried in
vain to open it. Then she thought of a
burglar being concealed in the closet,
and screamed for help, still clinging to
the door to prevent the ferocious intru
der from dashing out and braining both
of them, and burning up the house.
Her screams added to those of the fe
male friend, alarmed the neighborhood
in an instant, and among those who
dashed in was old Mr. Stoeton, with a
double-barrelled gnu, and as soon as he
learned the trouble, he turned the dread
ful weapon full upon the door. There
was a stunning report, a chorus of femi
nine shrieks mingled with a terrific howl
from the other side of the door, and the
next instant the unhappy Hopely, with
both legs full of shot, was writhing on
tho floor of that closet, The door was
opened, the women pushed up to get a
sight; got it, and immediately dispersed
with another sljriek : Hopely was put
to bed, and Dr. Myers summoned, who
picked out the shot, which had merely
pricked through the skin, and applied
needful remedies, and tho patient to-day
is quite comfortable, and will be at his
office again this week.
“Well, Snow, does you still pay yer
distresses to Miss Moruinglory ?”
“No, I dusn’t; I’se sacked her !”
“■What for Snow ?”
“’Cause when I asked her to decept
my hart an’ ban’, she she would rather
be excused.”
“What did ye do ?”
“O, jest like an ignimous nigger dat I
was, I ’scussed her.”
Suppose a man owns a sjjriff; he fas
tens the skiff to the shore with a rope
made of straw; along comes a cow; cow
gets into the boat, turns round, and eats
the rope ; the skiff, thus let loose, with
the cow on board, starts down stream,
and on its passage is upset; the cow is
drowned. Now has the man that owns
the cow got to pay for the boat, or the
man that owns the boat got to pay for
the cow ?
The dying words of a Delaware wo
man were : “Henry, if you should marry
again, remember that it only takes a cup
full of suguar to sweeten a quart of
gooseberries!”
Advertising limes.
One square, first insertion $ 1 00
Each subsequent insertion 75
One square three months 10 SO
One sqare six months is 00
One square twelve months 20 CO
One quarter column twelve months. 40 00
Half column six months 60 00
Half column twelve months 75 00
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G4T Ten lines or less considered a square
All fractions of squares counted as squares
Instances of Memory.
| There once lived at Sterling, England,
j a blind beggar, known to all that coun
! fry round, by the name of blind Alick,
who possessed a memory of almost in
credible strength. It was observed with
astonishment that, when he was a man,
and obliged by the death of his parents
to gain lus livelihood by begging thro*
the streets of his native town of Sterling,
he knew the whole B : b!e both Old and
New Testaments, by heart; from which
he could repeat any passage and tell you
the chapter and verse. A gentleman
once, to puzzle him, read with a slight
veabal alteration, a verse in the Bible.
Alick hesitated a moment, and then told
where it was to be found, but said it had
not been correctly delivered ; he then
gave it as it stood in the book, correcting
the error that had been purposely intro
duced. The gentleman then asked him
for the 90tli verse of the 7th chapter of
Numbers. Alick was again puzzled for
a moment, but then sa.d hastily, * ’you
are fooling me, sir; there is no such verse
—that chapter has only eighty-nine
verses in the book.” Several other ex
periments of the sort were tried upon
him with like success. He was often
questioned the day after any particular
speech or sermon, and his examiners in
variably found that bad their patience
allowed, Blind Alick would have given
the speech or sermon over again.
Numerous individuals have been cele
brated for then - amazing recollective
powers of mind. Sealiger, it is said,
could repeat a hundred verses or more,
after having read them a single time ;
and Seneca says he could repeat two
thousand words on healing them once,
although they had no dependence or
connection will? each other. Perlhious
prepared his comment upon Claudian
without referring to the text ; aDd the
learned Florentine, Magliabechi, isijre
corded to have had such powers of re
tention as to be capable of recollecting
not only the sense of what he lead, but
likewise the very words and the spelling.
To prove the power of his prodigious
memory, a gentleman loaned him a man
uscript ; and he returned to him some
time afterwards, pretending it to be lost,
requesting Magliabechi to recollect as
much of it as possible, on which, it is
said, he wrote the whole of it without
mistaking a word. For the improve
ment of the memory, a habit of strict
attention is of importance in whatever
object of pursuit we may be engaged, as
a systematic method of proceedure in
study or business. Moderate and re
peated exertion is also peculiarly adapt
ed to invigorate the memory, nud indeed
i, is almost incredible to what extent
daily use will promote this attainment.
The Baffled Lawyer.
At a late sitting of the Cork Assizes, a
case was brought before the court, in
which the principal witness for the de
fence was a tanner, well-known in the
surrounding country by the soubriquet
of “Crazy Pat.”
Upon Crazy Pat being called for hia.
evidence, the attorney for the prosecution
excited to the utmost extent his knowl
edge of legal chicanery in the endeavor
to force the witness into some slight in
consistency, upon which he might build
a point; but he was excessively annoyed,
to find that Crazy Pat’s evidence was
consistent throughout.
Perceiving that acute questioning
failed to answer his purpose, the disciple
of Coke and Blackstone betook himself
to that ofttimesc sucessful. resource of
lawyers—ridicule.
“What did you say your name was?’ 1
he inquired flippantly.
“Folks call me Crazy Pat, but—”
“Crazy Pat, eh? Avery euphonious
title; quiteromautic, eh?”
“Komantio or not, sur, it wudn’t be a
bad idea if the Parliament wud give it to
yourself, an’ leave me to chuse another.”
This caused a slight laugh in (he oourt
room, and the presiding Judge peeped
over his spectacles at the attorney, aa
much as to say, “You have your matoh
now.”
“And what did you say your trade
was ?” continued the disconcerted bar
rister, with an angry look at the witness.
“I’m a tanner, sur.”
“A tanner, eh ! And how long do you
think it would it take to tan an ox
hide?”
“Well, sur, that’s entirely owin’ to
circumstances.”
“Did you ever tan the hide of an ass?”
“An ass? No, sur ; but if you’ll just
step down te lane, afther the ooort, I’ll
show ye I cud tan the hide of an ass in
the shortest end of three minutes.”
A man whose morning dram had been
too much for him, in saddling his horse,
got the saddle wrong end foremost.—
Just as he was about to mount, a neigh
bor came up and called his attention to the
mistake. The horseman gazed for a mo
ment at the intruder, as if in deep
thought and then said: “You let that
saddle alone. How do you know wbiah
way lam going?” And he looked dag
gers at the officious neighbor.
A Danbury man’s horror, at the pros
pect of being crushed to death by a team
of frightened horses, was terribly inten
sified by the reflection that “ho was
standing on the verge of eternity with
out a dollar is his pocket.”