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BATES FOE LEGAL ADVERTISING: Sherif Sales, per square ® 300 Mortgage Jifa sales, per square 6 00 Tax Collector's sales, oer square 3 00 Citation for Letters Administration and Guardianship 4 00 Application for Letters Dismissoryfrvm Administration and Executorship. .. 6 BO Application for Letters Dismissory from Guardianship B 00 Application for leave to sell land, per sqr 400 Notice to debtors and creditors 5 00 Land sales, per square 3 00 Sales qf perishable property, per square 200 Estray notices, sixty days 6 00 Notice to perfect service 7 00 Rides ni st to foreclose mortgages,per sqr 300 Rules to establish lost papers, per square 500 tiules compelling titles 5 00 Rules to perfect service in divorce cases 10 00 Application for Homestead 2 00 Obituary Notices, per square #1 00 Marriage Notices 1 00 Captain Jack of the Lava Beds. I’m Captain Jack of the Lava Beds I'm "cock o’ the walk,” and chief o’ the Reds ( I kin "lift the L*r" and scalp the heads Of the whole United States army. When I go our my squaw she cries, My squaw she cries, My squaw she cries, When I go out my squaw she cries, You’d better look out for the army !* fO, yes 1 ladies and gentlemen, I’m the original Captain Jack, of the Modoc braves big Ingiu me —white man he make he too much bombshell and telegraphy dispatch hut he no survey de lava bed. White man he play ‘ high low,” but he no ci tehee dis Jack, for— I’m Captin Jack of de Modoc braves, And cock o’ the walk to the lava caves, When 1 catches ’em out, their heads I shave— The heads of the braves of the army ! When I stand up the pickets they stare The pickets they stare, The pickets they stare, When l stand up the pickets they stare, And then run back to the army 1 fOh, yes! Ladies and gentlemen, big medicine man Killem, he going to eat up Modoc chiefs atone square meal, b'/. he make he too muchee fight at San Fra. cisco telegraph man, and shoot bomb shell at Modoc squaw and scalp only dead Ingim Charley. Ugh! Captain Jack, he bailee boy with glass eyes* Captain Killem he played ou' on dis lir.e—all summer time.] ADDRESS OF MR. R. 0. LOVETT, AT THE FLORAL DECORA TIOX, APRIL 26,’73. Judies of the Memorial Association The duty which your flattering selec tion has to day imposed upon me is pleasing and saddling too. That you could have found others more competent toils discharge, I readily admit—but | none who holds iu higher esteem the ( cause foi which these sleep their last sleep—or a spirit more in harmony with that which prompts you to commemorate i:t this most touching manner,their noble struggle and their deathless death. This memorial day as often as it shall return, will awaken griefs that was once poignant and hard to bear ; but they are wounds which in their bleeding afresh will be for the healing of the na tions—yep, God’s best blessings come in"sorrow to men; and in war’s, come to nations. The mother, as year after year she comes to deck these graves, will feel the loss of that boy, whose gladsome face, and manly love, will brighten her homo no more. ' She will live again the j moment, when with fond hope and fear she committed him to the destiny of war, bidding him with more than' Spar tan heroism, be true to the land of his ’ . I birth ; she will remember the crushing sorrow that darkend her life, when a niODg the casualities of battle,she found his Dame among the missijg. That while loving ones come with tributes to the memory ot the dead, no kind hand shall bring even *the token of a flower. Upon the lonely slopes of Vir ginia’s mountains he rests with only her wintry winds to sing their ceasless re quim oyer his ashes. The orphanage of this land, if I may borrow the fiendish language of fanati cism, may read in their own rags, and in the suffering faces of their loving mother, the bitter fault which awaits a pepolo in an unsuccessful struggle for J7ght. Sad must be the thought thatevery tear you have shed for the loved and lost,falls too upon the bier of a nation’s departed liberty, that the flowers which in their fragrance represent the holy in cense of the hearts that offer them, and symbolize in their brightness, the hopes that were born in the struggle, alas! alo, typify in their early decay the ev anescent success which a while shown on Southern arms; how these thoughts ought to appeal to our heart, and make of us what it is the design of yourasso. ciation to do, fellow countrymen bound together by the strongest of all ties, that of common sorrow and a common destiny. We are embarked on the same perilous course, and they who forget- lie tips if nr. BY FROST, LAWSON, CORKER cfc OR AY. VOL. 111. ( ting their country and her claims upon them, and who would “with bated breath and whispering humbleness,” stain her fair fame, for the loaves and fishes of office, ought to remember that there is nothing singular of calamity which may happen to this land in which they arc not involved,they may ride to places of wealth and power,uponthe flood tide of corruption,they may,like vampires fatten upon the miseries of their op pressed countrymen, but there will bn a day when they shall call upon the mountains to hide them from the shame that shall come upon them; their chil dren shall curse the fate that gave them such a parentage. Console not your selves with the reflection that you arc , too insignificant to be notied. The evil j that men do lives after them, and though ! history may contemn you as beneath | her notice, neighborhood tradition ; shall gather your names, as it did your tory ancestry, and give them an immor tality of infamy. Forget not the past — around it clusters memories of which the Southern heart may justly be proud, upon it centre the hopes that illumine the darkness that now environs us—the past, it is poteut a charm for good, and statesmen and poets have ever sought to hallow in the minds of their country men. Virgil in the Augustan age of Rome’s greatuess reminds his people of what it took to found their state; he tells them how a goddess left the skies, went to the ruins of “burning Troy, to kiss once her favorite Aeneas; how she encompassed him with the perils of the deep, and the not less dangerous wiles of Egyptian beauty; but neither the devouring billows nor loves alluring | blandishment, could thwart her purpo ses. Having landed him safe upon the shores of Latium, she retires to Olym pus, demanding that he dedicate that land to her, and promising that so long as he should recognize her its tutelary divinity, so long would she keep watch and ward over the eternal city. We may not boast of fabulous origin, our forefathers were only men ; but men inbued with an hatred of systems of tyrrany, under which mankind then groaned. They sought here in the heaven favored land an asylum, and freed themselves from the mother country ; they came with hearts full of good to man, and dedicated this fair land to the Goddess of Liberty. Well pleased, she gave them the constitution, assuring them that by an observance of its provisions, they might more surely guide their state, than if Delphi's ora cles had directed their actions. To maintain that constitution, to trans mit it unimpaired to those that are to come after us, to prevent anticipated wrong, did the south appeal to the stern arbitratment of war—for this, have these lives been offered a holocaust upon their country’s, for that sacrifice, have you my fair country-women, come to day to show your praise and gratitude; may the custom live as long as spring shall come to bless the world with its brightness and its flowers. The Athc- ; nians voted a crown to him who had | served the state; the Roman General, j returning victorious, found a glad pro-j cession of rejoicing countrymen to wel come him back, and a triumphal arch, where he might read emblasoned tho record of his own great achievements. Napoleon brought the trophiod cannous of his campaigns to Franco and with the highest skill of Parisian art, he erected a beautiful column, which might forever chronicle his greatness and the prowess of French arms. Eng ! land too has given to the ashos of her good and groat, a tahleted sepulche in the walls of Westminster. We have uo power to vote a crown, no triumphal arch, no column vendome; these hum ble head-boards alone attest that owner work that they are not. We have no abbey walls whereon to carve names that have rendered the South illustri ous; to give to all who are deserving of a place with a CocurdoLeon or Nelson, “S ALUS POPITLI SUPREM A LEX EST O. ” WAYNESBORO’, GA., THURSDAY, MAY 8, 1873. would require walls as high as the sides of the Blue Ridge. Though wo have not these, I trust we have in the grate ful hearts of living countrymen,a monu meut more enduring than granite arch, or brazen column, and if tho dead are indeed conscious of tho things of time, sweeter will it bo to them to be thus remembered. • Marble will crumble, time’s corroding baud will efface tho slump even from bronze; but a duty instilled upon tho mind of tho young, by tho example of those they are bound to love will gather interest,aye a sanctity with every roll ing year. Rest then, ye gallant dead, your reputation is committed to those who will not willingly let it die. Silenced hearts that are heedless to praise murmur o’er ye, Blind eyes that are dark to your own death less glory. Sleep in peace, sleep in memory ever, Wrapt each soul in the deeds of its death less endeavor. Sleep on till the grateful trump shall be sounded through the world, Till the stars be recalled, and the finnanent Unfurled— In the dawn of a daylight undying. Philosophy tells us that nothing good is lost. That those worlds, which to nearer lookers-on, seem to go out in one burst of light shall shine across the boundless circuit of space for hundreds of years, cheering other worlds with their light; so it is with the noble ac tions of men. they die not. Fate may deny to a people their cherished object. Their assumed sins may be visited up on their children. Confederacy may have gone down :n darkness and blood, but from the uncoffiued dust of her hero dead there shall arise an influ ence like an exhalation, when pene trating the sluggish current of people’s honor, shall stir them against deeds worthy of these their examples. Persian mythology gives to each man a protecting spirit to go with him through life, to take after life to the regions of the blest—and as I gaze up on this spectacle, I can well believe that, the untutored savage might find a spirit which in life assumes tho form of a fond mother, a devoted wife, a brave noble ♦ hearted sister, to solace him in sorrow, to cheer in adversity, and to warn in the hour of dishonor, and when the day scenes of time shall have closed in upou us, there will await him upon the other shore her counterpart, to walk forever his companion and guide in the sunny lands of Elysium. To the women of the South is committed your country’s history, her future under your plastic hands may be what you will it. Oh, teach the young by the esteem, and rev erence you have over the memory of her worthy dead,by your disapproval of the dishonoring and dishonored, that there is for those who nobly die in de fense of an honest purpose, a glory that shall gild their sepulchres andenbalm their names to latest posterity. We have illustrious dead, wo have the lion-- ored living, whose souls are not measured by the low standard of self agrandize ment, but, whose uncorrupted and in corruptible integrity stands sentinel over their people’s honor. We have Jenkins, Gordon, and men like them, and my heart beats with Georgian pride to claim them. Men whose names shall go sounding down times endless, amid waking echoes of praise from friends and foes. Let us strive to em ulate them; and oh, spirit of the pa triot, hover over the hearts of this people, and let them as together, they gather around those graves, feel that this is indeed our country. Here we were born, aud here must rest our clay, When joy, and hope, and life have passed away. Our country, good or bad, there’s not a part— • Distant or near, a stranger to our heart. Much ht.ve we loved it in the glorious past; Our lingering breath shall bless it to the last. Though sunk its sun, though all its stars be set; And storm and darkness teign, we love it yet. With humbled oul, with suppliant eye and hand; We ask God’s mercies on this .southern land. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. LETTER FROM EUROPE. From tho enterprising Atlauta Con stitution wc tako the following interest ing letter: The streets of London impressed me favorably from tho start. They are not as narrow, crooked or unclean as my fancy had painted them. True, the yel low, sooty fog, that rise from tho my riad fires of soft coal, iuks the hollows of the noble fronts, and thoroughly and ludicrously blackens the windward side of lofty columns and cornices; but still the general appearance is brighter than, than—Pittsburg, Plainness and solidi ty mark every part of it—all for use, and nothing for beauty. A dingier pile than Buckingham Palace it would bo difficult to find; and this very peculi arity of plainnesß and avoidance of meretricious ornament characterizes the whole city, even the newer parts of West-End. And yet the light color of the bricks—nearer white than red— and #e use of stucco and light stono fronts in the fashionable quarter, givo the whole a pleasanter look than the fog-yarns had led me to expect London lias no Broadway—no con centration of the showy and splendid in one street, no pasteboard marble fronts or flimsiness of any kind. There are twenty and for aught I know one hun dred widely separated streets that bear a surging flood of people and traffic as great as that iu Broadway. And thD fact, more than other, teaches the immensity of London. The constant tide is as heavy in Regent street as about London Bridge, in the Strand as in White Chapel. If one wants to lose all sclf-conceit, let him wander for a month, unknowing aud unknown about the crushing, terribly real city. It would tako more than a month of life in a sequestered hamlet to rebuild the edifice of personal importance that the sea of metropolitan existence had ab sorbed. CUEAI’SIDE. and the short street, • ailed the Poultry tint connects Uoruhill and yiieapside, are par excellence the busy streets of London. They are paved with the smooth, noiseless aspbaltum, qjer which tho ceaseless traffic walks in four dis tinct lines, all the way from the Bank to St. Paul’s Cathedral at the west end of the crowded row of jewelers’ and other retailers’ shops. A cool survey of its characteristics from the top of a ’bus was one of my frequent occupations. About half-way is Bow Church, within the sound of whose bolls the real cock ney must be born. From St. Paul’s, there are two main lines following the direction of the river, to the West-End; aud along and near these lie the London that most travelers see. They make short excursions else where, but the weight of their work is the City and West-Endj and the avenues thatconnect them. With the flood that flows though Newgato steet, over the new viaduct that spans Holborn valley, aud out by High Holborn and Oxford street to the marble Arch and northerly side of Hyde Park, we shall not have much to do; but many times a day I had to traverse some part of the parallel and doubly historic line that winds around St. Paul’s churchyard into Ludgate-hill, Fleet street, aud uuler Temple Bar to THE STRAND. We cannot stop to speak of the lite rary men who lived and wrote in Fleet street, nor of tho Temple which is men tioned in nearly ever)' English book of the last five hundred years, nor much of that homely erection across the street called Temple Bar. The latter is not one of the old city gates; it stands on the site of an ancient one, and marks the boundary between London and Westminster, between business and fashion; although the reign of tho latter is not thoroughly established cast of Charing Cross. The present gate is old enough, however, to have borne the heads of rebels and traitors —the last barbarity occurring in 1772—3. Hero royalty, journeying to St. Paul’s halts to ask from the Lord Mayor standing on the city side, the keys of the gates. The municipal Barkis is always willin’. These streets are full of newspaper offices, Puuch, Bell’s Life, Daily News, tho Globe, Illustrated London News, and a score or so mot#. Somerset House and Exeter Hall, and mercy knows what else, are in the stand; but we must pass on to the tall Nelson mon ument in Trafalgar square, pausing there only to look at the four lions about the base, executed by Sir Edwin Landseer. We are now at Charing Cross, a small space and*focal point or gateway to fashionable London. To the right, through Pall Mall and St. James’ street is Piccadilly, that will lead us to our objective point, Hyde-Park corner; hut let us swing around among tho multi tudinous public offices on the left to st. j amis’ park. It is the loveliest place in London. The little lake is deeply shaded by great trees, and well peopled with water foul, and bordered with lawns and walks to which the tired brain can turn from the surging currents of the streets. Ou the entrance gate is a queer little sign : “The parkkeepers have orders to pre vent all beggers from entering the gar dens, and all persons in ragged or dirty clothes, or who are not outwardly de cent and well behaved.” We passed muster. Justice compels me to add, though, that in every other park that came under my observation, the people of every condition enjoy greater freedom than they do in our public grounds. — The eternal American sign, “keep off the grass,” is unknown. The large Victoria Park, in the East-End, is un fenced and ordinarily there is no res triction to the full enjoyment of every part ot an English park. It is a poor satisfaction to tread hard walks when one wants to rest on nature’s bed of green. The gloomy town resident of the Queen, Buckingham Palace, need not detain us as tvo pass from St. James into Green Park. Flocks of sheep are an essential feature of England Park scenery, and a very pleasant one, I am sure, They prove the innate love of this people for rustic life. This park contaius only fifty six acres, just enough to connect little St. James with great HYDE PARK AND KENSINGTON GARDENS. The former, famous as it is, is little more than a plain four-hundred-acre field, fairly shaded, turfed, stocked with the cleverest of sheep, and graced with about fifty acres of water, called the Serpentine, into which hundreds of bathers plunge early every summer morning. The extravagance and mag nificence of Central Park i.s not here. To this trysting place of fashion tho traveling pleasure-seekers hasten with out much delay. When our weary legs carried us under the handsome en trance for the first time we felt grateful for the chairs conveniently located under the trees, close to the passing caravan of fashion. Just then a publican came along collecting toll for their use. But what a tide is going by ! No hack or public carriage is admitted.— My English companion is busy decipher ing the minute coats of arms ou the carriage panels, while I turn to the equostrians in Rotton Row ; ladies by the hundreds in plain rich riding habits and high hats that are as near alike as two peas; swells of every ago and con dition, followed bygroom3 at respectful distances; graybaired old diplomatists on poor nags, and a leaven of boys and girls. Are the ladies pretty ? I as sume that you ask this question first. Well, hardly. They managed their horses easily and well; they ride for the good of it and not to bo seen ; they seem indifferent to the audience on the grass ; their attire is simple; fttll forms and good health are clearly theirs as a RULES FOR LEGAL ADVERTISING: Soles of land, etc., by Administrators, Crreutors, or Guardians are required by late to he held on the first Tuesday in the month, between the hours qf ten in the forenoon and thrr in the of “moon, at the court house in the county in which the property is situated. Notices of tlnse sales n: ist he given in a public gazette in the county where the land lies, if there be any. Noticesfor the. sale of personal property must be given in Hire manner ten days previous to sale day. Notices to Debtors and Creditors qf on estate must ho. published forty days. Notice that ap plication fill be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell land, etc., must be published once a week for four weeks. Citations for Letters of Adminis tration, Guardianship, etc., must be published thirty days. For dismission from Administration and Ex ecutorship three, months— Dismission frorru Guard ianship, forty days. Rules for Foreclosure qf Mort a ist 111 J uht bed m n hly far ftmr months For establishing lost papers, for the full space qf three months. Fur compelling titles from Adminis trators or Executors, where bond ha seen given by deceased, three months. Apphrntiin. for Homestead must he published twice. Publications will always be continued according to these requirentents unless otherwise ordered. K7* One inch, or about eighty words, is a square; fractions counted as full squares. jNO. 36. rule; ono could waste a whole hour there without seeing an angelic face. When it does come, though, it is of in comparable freshness, beautiful in—to be brief, I was glad I staid. We are in the heart of West-End when wc stand at Hyde-Park Corner. The first building is Apsdey House, the residence of the Duke of Wellington, and the next one is the mansion of Ba ron Rothschild. All about the great parks and the little squares are the palaces of nobility or princely common ers. They are not overloaded with or namental cornices porticoes and the like, but the prevailing buff color of the spacious but not high fronts, the large clear windows disclosing a wealth of flowers, tho plats of grass, the lordly liveried servants, all have a comfortable English look. Everything -is hand some, solid and quiet. There is a world of such beautiful houses in the section of the city that we are visiting—not one street or square, but miles of them. And this fact, and the endless caval cade of equipages and equestrians in tho Park are additional witnessoss of the immense scale of London life. The number of private fortunes, you invol untarily say, must be enormous. So it is, and each fortune is enormous.— What is London but enormous ! In an hour wc can ride from the glit tering show in Hyde Park to Wapping or Sha dwell or out among the woaver s of Bethnal Green. We need not go bo far; we need not pass Temple Bar. In the crowded alleys that lie between the Strand aDd Oxford street, or under the arches of the bridges, is tho reverse of the picture. Oh, the horrid, idiotic drunken deformed men and women that one can find in the east of London. In the stifling, fishy lanes that lead to the Thames, the very bottom of distress and misery is reached. There behold the constantly recuring fights between gin crazed women. I could witness subb scenes unmoved, but for the poor pale faced innocents that fairly swarm in the filthy reeking courts, or huddle in some corner, a prey to hunger, disease and drunken brutality. Let us be thank ful that the good gifts of our Heavenly Father have a happier diffusion in our littl? city; that we have no East or West End in the London sense. I found the buildings of the city sur prisingly low. They rarely exceed three stories, and in the poorer quarters there are enough of low red tiled roofs to bring the average down to a couple of stories. This is the rule in all En glish and Scottish towns —a remark able contrast to the towering houses of ’ cities. But in the lattdr even wealthy families are content to oc cupy a flat, and jostle each other on the common staircase. An Englishman’s house, on the contrary, is his castle, and be it ever so large or small, he must rule it alone. New York’s sky piercing funeral piles would render London poverty unbearable. For leagues about the mighty centre —all the way to Riohmond, for exam ple—are the modest, compact, pleasant homes of the middle-class. A ride of au honr, in nearly any direction, puts one beyond the crowded streets, in wide roads shaded by great elms or chest nuts, behind which are detached pretty cottages or fine villas. The air is al most rural among the little lawns and garden-orchards. Circumference and core are fortunately dissimilar. The slums of Wapping and the stately squares of Belgravia are alike encircled by a charming and saving cordon of snug sweet homes—the cradles of the powerful class that luckily controls the government of the aucient land; May their power increase. v- A scientific writer says that “gluttony is the soui oe of all our disease.” How is it with a man who dies of starvation ? - • In an action for fees a physician can not recover. In cases of illness patients are often in tho same predicament.
