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11l * HEWITT. PItOPBETOM.
POETICAL.
WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT.
If yonv’e any task to do,
Let me whisper, friend, to yon.
Do it.
If youv’e anything to say,
True and needed, yea or nay.
Say it.
If youv'e anything to love,
Like a blessing from above.
Love it.
If youv'e anything to give
That another’s joy may live,
Give it.
If you know what torch to light.
Guiding others through the night.
Light it.
If youv'e any debt to pay,
Rest you neither night nor day—
Pay it.
If youv'e anything to hold
Next your breast, lest it grew cold,
Hold it.
If youv’e any grief to meet
At the loving Father's feet,
Meet it.
If you're given light to see
What a child of God should he,
See it.
Whether life be bright or drear.
There’s a message, sweet and clear,
Whispered down to every ear,
Heur it.
TOM’S WIFE.
We had just finished breakfast, Tom
laid down an egg spoon be had been
playing with, and looked across at moth
er.
“Aunt Anne, I think I'll take a wife,”
be said, exactly as be might have said,
"I think I’ll take another cup of coffee.”
“Take a wife 1” repeated mother, by
no means receiving the information as
tranquilly as it had been given. "What
for ?”
“Well, I don’t know,” answered Tom,
thoughtfully. “It’s a notion I have got
in my head, somohow."
“All nonsense !” said mother, sharply.
“Do you think so ?” said Tom, appar
ently doubtful, but not in the least put
out.
“Think so? I know it. What in the
world can you want of a wife ? After all
these years we have lived so comfortably
together, to bring homo somebody to
turn this house upside down ! And then
what’s to become of that poor child ?”
The “poor ohild”-—that was I- red
dening at being brought! into the lU'gil
ment in this way was about to speak for
herself when Tom interposed, warmly :
“I’m sure May knows I would never
have any wife who would make it less a
home for her—don’t you’ May ?”
“Os course,” I said.
“And I’m sure she knows nothing of
the sort,” persisted my mother, “nor
you either. Tom Dean. How can yon
answer for what a wife may take into her
head to do, ouco you get her fixed hero ?
You oau’t expeot her to forget, as you
do, that May has no real claim on you.”
“That I have no real claim on her. I
suppose you mean ma’am,” Tom put in
for the second time, just as I was getting
thoroughly uncomfortable. “But for all
that, I intend to keep her—that is,”
added Tom, with one of his short-sighted
blinks sideways at me, “as long as she'll
stay with me, eh, May ? Aud whoever
has anything to say against that arrange
ment will have to go out of my house to
say it—not that I’m afraid of such result
in this case—and, on the whole, Aunt
Anne, I should like to try the experi
ment.”
Mother smiled grimly, but Tom was
so evidently bent on bis “experiment,”
as he called it, that she gave up the ar
gument.
“You can danoe if yon are ready to
pay the piper,” she said shortly. “And.
pray, how soon do you mean to be mar
ried ?”
Tom’s face fell a little at this ques
tion.
“Well,” said ho, “I can’t say exactly.
I suppose we shall have to be engaged
first.”
“What!” said mother, opening her
eyes. “Why, you don’t mean to say,
Tom, that you havn’t spokeu to her
yet?”
“Not, yet" answered Tom, cheerfully.
“Time enough for that, you know, after
I have spoken to yon.”
Mother, as a minister’s widow, was
not much given to idle mirth, but now
she leaned back and laughed till the
tears stood in her eyes.
“Well," she said, “if it was anybody
else I should say ho was cracked ; but
you never were like other people, and
you never will be, Tom Dean. Bnt, at
least, you have fixed on the lady ?”
“O, yes,” answered Tom ; “but if yon
will excuse me. Aunt Anne, I would
rather not say anything about her just
yet; for, if—if anything should happen,
it wouldn’t be pleasaut for either party,
you know.” With this veiled allusion to
his possible rejection, Tom took his hat
and left the room.
Our household was rather queerly Rut
together. There was no particular rea
son why I should be of it nt all; for I
was not really related to Tom, nor even
to “mother,” as I called her, though I
am sure we were as dear to each other
as any mother aud daughter could be.
She was the second wife of my father,
who, like most ministers, had been rich
er in grace thau in goods, aud left us at
his death If’tie t-j If’e - .
THOMSON, GA. 10, 1876,
Then it was that Tom Dean had come
forward and insisted on giving a home
to his aunt and me, whom he had scarce
ly seen a dozen times in his life before-
That was exactly like Tom- -“queer Tom
Dean,” friends were fond of saying, who
never did anything like anybody else.
I suppose, in spite of his clear head
for business, there is no denying that he
was whimsical; but lam sure, when I
think of his nnfailing g uerosity and
delicacy, I can't help wishing there were
a few more such whimsical people in the
world. Naturally, at Ibe time of
whioh lam speaking, my opiuinu had
not been asked ; all Ihalto do was to
go where mother went, and while she
ga re her energies to tie houskeepiug,
give mine <ng up, whioh by this
time I had ,i ***
But for that very rojs%— for ott3kees
with very different eyes Rt twelve and
eighteen—my position in the house had
already begnu to seem misatis r actoy to
me ; aud the morning’s words put it in a
clearer light, since it had been used as
an argument against Tom's mairyiug.
I know that mother had spoken honestly,
believing that such a st-p would not be
for his happiness ; but was not lie the
best judge of that?
I know him, if reflection should bring
him round to her opiniol, to he perfect
ly capable of quietly sacrificing his own
wishes for my sake, wiio had not the
shadow of a claim on bin, so it must be
my part to prevent his own kindess being
turned agaiust him now. Still it, was
not easy to see how I was to provide for
myself, in ease it shonliLlj.eome advisa
ble. What eouhl I and sing
piny terribly, but not in a manuer to
compete with the hosts that would be in
the field against me. Literature? I had
rend so many stories whose heroines,
with a turn of the pen, dashed into
fame. That would be very nice, only—l
wbb not the least bit iterary. I had
never even kept a journal, which is say
ing a great deal for a girl iu her teens.
The fine arts, then, bi ng out of tile
question for roe, what raniained ? There
was some clerkship, or, perhaps, a place
in some family, and— Hint there was Will
Broomly!
That mas seem like going from the
point, but it was not. I was matter-of
fact, but I could see well enough what
was going on right unde: my eyes, and I
had a prettv clear hfagS|(>f what was
Uiffiigmg* Win 'nv-jl Houno. Jm> dltofi ife
lie had taken to oomr'K of lute. There
was a “situation,” that), Uud would give
me the home-life I liked and f(‘d
myself best suited .soy but—would it
answer ill other respects? I overcast
the long seam t was sowing twice over,
I was so busy trying to make lip my
mind whether I liked Wifi Broomly well
enough to pass my whole life with him ;
and even then I had (jot come to any
decision, when I was called down stairs
to Miss Letty Walters. •
Lctty was the prettiest. I think, of all
my friends, nnd certainly the liveliest.
Tom called her “the tonic,” and used to
laugh boortfiy at her -bright speeches.
I suppose it was this that made mother
fix on Letty as his choice] When I came
into the sitting-room l found u kind of
cross-examination u It was
amusing to anybody in tbff secret, us I
was, to watch mother's artful way of
continually bringing the conversatioh
round, as if liy chance, to hear on what
she wanted to know. Big, it all amount
ed to nothing, cither beoj,use Letty was
too good a fencer, or be |ip she rea 1
had nothing to betray, fity. when Tom
came home, mother tookrfitiie p mention
that Letty bad called. jL
“What, the tonic?” sal., j&m. “Too
bod I missed her. ” I
“But for your choice’Yfeing already
made,” said mother, with a oovert scru
tiny of his face, “I dare say you might
have as mnch of “the louio” as you
liked. ”
“But I go on the homedpathio princi
ple, you know,” answered Tom, with a
twinkle iu bis eye, , M
After that mother’s brdief in Letty’s
guiltiness wavered. Her suspicions were
transferred from one to another of our
acquaintances, but always with the same
unsatisfactory result.
“It passes my comprehension,” she
said to me, despairingly, one day. “I
am positive 1 oould tell the right one by
Tom’s face in a minute, _ and yet I have
mentioned everybody wo know."
“I’evbaps it is somebody we don’t
know,” I suggested—-‘some friend of
his we have never seen.”
“What! a perfect stranger?” said
mother sharply. “Never think so, child ;
Tom is not capable of that. ”
I was sorry, for I did not want to wor
ry her ; but that was my opinion all the
same.
The same evening—it wajs rather more
thau a week since-tfdm 'find h'ifrled that
thunderbolt at us—mother began about
it openly.
“When . are you going to introduce
your wife to ns, Tom? I suppose yon
have oome to an understanding by this
time ?”
“O, there’s no hurry,” Tom said, a*
he had said before ; but this) time be did
not speak quite so cheerfully. “The
fact is,” he continued, with a little hesi
tation, “there’s a rival iu tin) case."
“A rival ?” repeated moth er, with un
feeling briskness.
‘'Yt?, x yr;;‘g feJisw--; 'cuv.gwr b* a
good deal than I am,” and Tom’s face
assumed an absurdly doleful look, “He
is always there now. I confess I don't
see my way clear; I’m waiting for her
to make up her mind.”
“And she’s waiting, most likely, for
you to make np yours," said mother,
forgetting, in her propensity to right
matters, that she was playing the ene
my's game.
“There's something in that that never
occurred to me,” said Tom, his face
brightening. Mother saw her mistake
and made n counter-move at once.
“But the ways of my times are old
fashioned now. Young ladies nowa
days take matters in their own hands.
If she cared for you, yon may be pretty
sure Hhe wouldn’t have waited till this
time to let you know it—that is, I judge
by tho girls I am iu the babbit of seeing.
But if tli is one is a stranger to me—”
(here mother riveted her eyes on Toiu’b
face ; oh, deal, the unfortunate words I)
“if she is au entire stranger, I cannot
pretend to form any opinion of her, of
course."
“Os course,” repeated Toip, absently.
“Not that I have any such idea," re
sumed mother, growing warmer. “I
have said, and I Hay agaiu, that to bring
a perfect stranger under this roof is not
my opinion of you, Tom.”
I felt my mother’s words like so many
needles and pins ; for Tom waß looking
meditatively across the table at me, and,
though that was just a way of his, it
seemed now as if he were reading in ray
face that the opinion was mine, and that
I had been meddling with things that did
not concern me. I felt myself, for very
vexation, getting redder every moment,
till it grew intolerable.
“It is so warm here," I said for an ex
cuse, turning towards tho window, "I’m
going to get a breath of air."
I went out into our little strip of gar
deu ground ; Tom followed. 1 thought
I should never have a better opportuni
ty to say what I had it in my mind to
say, so I waited for him by the bench
near the old pear tree.
“Sit down here, Tom,” I said, ‘Tve
something to say to you."
“Have you ?’’ said Tom ; “that's odd
for I—well, never mind that just yet.
What is it, May ?”
•’Tom,” I said, still surer uow that he
had misjudged me, and determined to
set him right, "I want a place.”
“A, plqcc?” repeated Tom, puzzled,
us well he might be, by this audden aud
indefinite announcement. “What kind
of a place ?"
“I don't know,” I said, for iudeed my
ideas were of the vaguest. “1 thought
you might, know, beiug- iu the way of
those thiugs, Now, Tom," I weDt on
quickly, “don't fancy I am discontented,
or—or anything of that sort. Tho truth
is, ever since I left school 1 have wanted
something to do, and had it m my miud
to speak to you about it.”
With this I looked at Tom, fearing he
might be vexed, but he did not look
voxed, only preoccupied.
“I do kuow of a place, os it happens,”
he said after a while, “only I’m Dot sure
it would suit you.”
“That’s soon seen,” said I. “Wlmt.
is it like? ’
•‘Well, it's a sort of—of general use
fulness—”
“Why, it must bo to run errands,"
said I, laughing. "And wbero is it,
Tom ?”
“Well,” said Tom, hesitatingly again,
“it’s with me.”
“How very nice!" lexc'aimed. “How
soon can I have it ?"
* The sooner tho better, so far as I am
concerned,” said Tom; and with that he
turned round and looked at me, and di
rectly I met his eyes, I knew somehow,
all in moment, what it was he meant;
aud I knew, too, that I oould not have
passed my life with Wifi Broomly, and
why 1 oould not.
I am sure Letty Walters, who inter
rupted us just then, must have thought
my wits were wandering that evening;
aud; indeed, they were, for I was com
pletely dazed with the sudden turn
things had taken. But Tom, who had
the advantage of me, took it qnite coolly
and laughed and talked with Letty just
the same until she went away.
It was pretty late when we went iu.
Mothor sat where wo had left her, knit
ting iu the twilight.
“Wasn’t that Letty Walters with you
a while ago?” she asked, as we oame up.
“Yes,” said I, with a confused feeling
of something being necessary. “She
just came to bring tho new crochet pit
tern she promised me.”
•‘H’m’” said mother, as much as to
say she had her own ideas as to what
Letty came for.
Tom had been wandering about the
room in an absent eort of manner, taking
np and pnttiug down in wrong places
all the small articles that fell i« hie way.
He came up and took a seat by mother.
I became, of a sudden, very busy with
the plants and shrubs iu the window,
for I knew he was going to tell her.
“Wish me joy, Aunt Aune,” said he,
“it is all settled.”
“Settled, is it?” said mother, in auy
thiug but a joyous toue. "So it’s as I
suspected all along. Well, yon have my
best wishos, Tom ; perhaps you may be
happy together after all. lam sure I
b*?e tt>. '
NO. 19,
Thin wan not a very encouraging sort
of congratulation, and Tom seemed
rather taken aback by it. •
“I am sorry yon arc not pleased," he
said, after a pause. “I had an idea
somehow yon would be.”
“I dou’t know from what you judged.
But the'e, it's no use crying over spilt
milk. You'll be married directly, X pre.
sume. I must be looking out for a
house,” and mother stroked her nose
reflectively with a knitting needle.
“WUat for?” said Tom ; “I thought
of keeping on here, all the Fame.”
“I never supposed otherwise,” said
rublher. "Os course I (.lid not cxpcet to
turn you out of your own house. ”
“But what is the need of looking out
for another ?”
"Why, for myself.”
“Bor yourself!" repeated Tom, in a
tone of utter amazement. "Going to
leave us—just now? Why, Aunt Annie,
I uever heard of such a thing!" '
“Now, Tom,” said mother, speaking
very fast, and making her needles fly in
concert, "we might as well come to an
understanding at onre on this subject,
I am fully sensible of y«UV past kind
ness—now, just lot me finish—l any, I
appreciate it, and have tried to do my
duty by you in return, ns I hope I will
always be ready to do. I wish all good
to you nßd yotir wife, and shall 7>e glad
to help her if ever I can ; hut to live in
the same house with her is what would
turn out unpleasantly, and, once for all,
I can’t do it.”
“Aunt Annie,” said Tom, pushing
back his chair, and staring in mother’s
excited face, "either you or I must be
out of our wits.”
"It’s not me, then, at any rate," re
torted mother, getting nettled.
Amusement and embarrassment had
kept me a silent listener so far, but there
was no standing this. I tried to speak
but could uot, for laughing.
“I think you are both out of your wits
together," sain mother, turning sharply.
“What, ails the child ? It’s no lnnghiug
matter.”
“You dou’t understand each other,” I
gasped. "Oh, dear 1 it —it's not Lctty—
oh—oh—dear!” and relapsed again.
“NotLeUy?" repeated mother, turn
ing to Tom. “Theu why did yon tall
me so ?”
“I never told yon so," said Tom.
"Why, yes you did,” persisted moth*
er. "You came in and tc|d me you were
going to be married.” w- ~ -i
"Yes, so I am,” said Tom.
“Now, Tom Dean,” said mother,
rising and confronting him, “what do
you mean? Who is going to be your
wife ?”
“Why May, of course,” answered
Tom.
“May !” And then, after a pause of
inexpressible astonish meut, it was moth
er’s turn to laugh. “Do ycu mean to i
say, Tom, that it was that child you
were thinking of all the time?"
“Why, who else oould it he?” said
T«m, simply.
“Well,” said mother. ”1 ought to
have remembered you never did do any
thing like anybody else. But why in
the world did you go to work in suob a
roundabout way?”
“I wauted to see how you took to my
idea.” said Tom.
“And how did you suppose we were
to guess your idea meant May ?” mother
asked,
“Who else oould it be’?” repeated
Tom, falling back on what he evidently
.'ound an unanswerable argument. It was
no use talking to him. Mother gave it
up with b shake of the head.
“You wont want auolher house, then,
AuntAnnio?” said Tom, "suddenly.
That set mo!her oil again. Tom join
ed with her, and altogether I dou’t thiuk
we ever passed a merrier evening than
the one that made us acquainted with
Tom'6 wife.
The Mystery of Perfume.
No one has yet been able to almlize
or demonstrate the essential action of
perfume. Gas can be weighed, but not
scents; the smallest known creatures,
the very monads of life, cau be caught
by a microscopic lens and made to de
liver np the secrets of their organiza
tion ; but what, it is that emanates from
the pouch of the mnsk-deer, that tills a
whole space for years and years with its
penetrating odor, an odor which au
illimitable number of extraneous sub
stances can carry on without diminish
ing it in sizo and weight, and what it is
that the warm summer air brings to us
from the flowers, no man yet has boon
able to determine. So line, so subtle,
so imponderable, it has eluded both our
moßt delicate weights and measures; and
out strongest lenses. ff we could come
to the essence of each odor, we should
have made an enormous stride forward,
both in hygene and in chemistry ; and
none would profit more than the medi
cal profession if it could be as oouolu
sively demonstrated that snoh au odor
proceeded from such and such a cause,
as wc already know of sulphur, sulphu
rated hydrogen, ammonia, and the like,
As it is, no one knows anything; and if
the art of the perfumers forms one of
the chief delights of our civilized
senses, the cause by whioh he worfca-ia
a mystery solved hy non®.
, AdvwrtMnr: Rut.w;
Ode square, first in5erti0n............f l erf
: Esc# subsequent insertion;..'.....'.'... If
! One square three m0nth5...:......... 10 00
| One square six month*... ..... Jf 3
| Oh® square twelve month*..,,.ro o«
Quarter column twelve tfiofithl... .; 4q 00.
i Half column six months... (0 00*
I Half coluvin twelve m0ntH5:.:....:.. rs Crf
| One column twelve mouths.. ltZ 00
. ~W Tan lines or less considered a aqaora
I .<ll fractions of squares ate &rantij is fair
l squares:
I Ctisfkt.'NiciTsn. J
The Century dueatiou.'
Mbusss. Eorross :
You have not failed to notice tkai
there seemes to lie quite a stir among
some of ths knowing ones on the above
question. Like everybody else, when t
won Id pass au expression in reading
which dated an incident or event tt
occurring in this, the Nine Math denta
ry, 1 took it for granted that it was oor.
rect; Mit, siuce the tho question ha*
beet: raised, I confess to Shine dotlbta as
to the position which is maintained and
which seemed to be settled down upon
about Augusta, f. that this is tbS
19th Century.
We bad never known what a day is, if
the day had no close—-or a month, or s
year. The expiration of time alone give*
ur the data for the terms annual OWnW-
Vy, r t niary; centennial, etc. So, afl*t
the 4th of of July, 1876, will be our cen
tennial of oar Independence ytSftf, not
before. If this be tho 19th Century, w <&
luid hotter change otir oompntativs
method, and instead of dating Stir Jit
ters, etc., 1876, say 1900 less 24 years ;
or, for the sth day of July, 1876, print
two centuries nf independence less fibre.'
ty-uin® years, three hundred and sixty
four days, instead of oue century and
one flay.
The disonssion reminds mo of hearing
a boy once say “ha was not gwine to
school nny more.” Being asked why, he
replied that “the teacher gave him ths
multiplication table to recite backward*
and whaled him because he could’nt,
and he hail uever learned it forward*
yet.
What say you, Messrs. KditotS V Givi
ns your views.
Joints.
The Chronlcl « and Sentinel of
Wednesday lust published letters from
several of the most learnod men of the
day, all of whom, if we mistake not,
agree that this is the Nineteenth, instead
of the Eighteenth Century. The rea
soning advanced by these accomplished
scholars for their conclusions is, in oat
opinion, clear and satisiatffofy, bat toe
lengthy for our limited space.— Eds.
A French statistician says that the
ordinary man, 50 years old, has slept
6,000 days, walssd 800 days, worked
6.500 days, played 4,000 days, eaten
1.500 daya.f.and been aiok 600 days. -
ha*- featen VT'&X) pounds at oresa,
18,000 of meat, 4,600 of vegetables, tggs
and fish, and has drank 7,000 gallons of
liquids,
—*
Anuinuscript oopy of the Koran, onpJ
icd by the Caliph Qsmau, the third
after the prophet Mahomet, is in ths
Imperial Library, Bt, Petersburg. It
formed a part of the library of Samar
caud, is 1,200 years old, and bears ths
traces of the - blood that spirted on it*
pages when Osman was stabbed whila
reading it,
The North Presbyterian Church of
Philadelphia has expelled a member be
cause be joiuded the Odd Fellows. And
yet the Philadelphia Christians, so-call
ed, expect the Odd Fellows to partici
pate in then- Centennial humbug.
Mr. John Brogden, of Marion ooilnly/
South Carolina, has seven sons and six
teen daughters—twenty-three ohildrefi
in all. But then it has taken John the
better port of eighty years to aoenmo
net the pile.
Sandefsville Herald: Experienced
farmers inform us there is at least out
third more corn planted this year than
has been for sevoral years past, ands
corresponding diminution iu the cotton
crop.
John S. I’ajne, the uew Governor ct
■Liberia, is a full blooded negro, and was
ooru in Kichmoud, Va. He has been a
member os the Liberian Congress for
-wouty years.
Tho Ohio Legislature has passed A
bill for the punishment by tine and im
prisonment of all persons who get off
Lmd on railroad trains when they are in
motion.
-s-e-e
The graves of Captaiu Jack and ths
Modocs hanged with him arc .empty. It
is supposed that the liodiea were reraov
ed soon after burial.
During January, February and March;
of the present year 6,762 Irish emigrants
left Ireland, of whom 1,067 were raou,
and 2,695 women,
Tlw! Gliio and Michigan Free Masons
have resolved not to tisit the Oeutenuial
Exhibition unless railroad fares are fur
ther reduced.
4*)i.4
An expedition will leave Stockholm
at' the close of the summer tq make
at-chteologicßi investigations iu Central
Asia,
, ■».-*.-'«£
The dalifortiis Legislature has estab
lished the whipping post in that State'
for the ptinisbafeut of wife-beaterr.
T- —#-4
Mr. Starling Bryant, of Fultetj coun
ty was killed recently by falling freta 0
mill.