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[For the Banner of the South.] Rev. John Kelly, C. M., DIED OCTOBER 3d, 1807. Last Autumn, when the leaves were falling, Making mounds above the dead. We thought the Fever Fiend had left u*- B&ckward from our shores had fle<l. So many homes were sorrow-shaded, So many hearts were bowed in grief. We hoped Death’s carnival was ended— That Life had gained a respite brief. One there was whose steps we followed, With a sorrowing, silent prayer, Asking God to guard him safely Through the foul and fatal ait, His white brow was Thought’s pure temple, His bright eyes wore Virtue's own, His sweet smile had Heaven’s brightness, His kind voice an Angel’s tone. Priesthood’s dignity enwrapt him, As in a mautle strangely white! In his presence thoughts of darkness Changed their forms to thoughts of light! Manhood’s wit, with childhood’s sweetness, Heavenly grace with worldly lose, These were his; with soul that always Its baptismal garments wore! We have seen him at the Altar— Angolic face, though boyish form— Speaking words of peace and wisdom, Calming passion’s furious storm. Thence he taught us Faith and Meekness- How this life was but a day— Morning’s heat, and pain, and labor, Soon to evening’s rest gave way. And he bore the burthen bravely, While the pestilence raged wild. Bending o’er the sick and dying, Offering prayers for those that died. Day and night he heard the voices, Calling on him in their needs; And he went—for God is honored Less by words than noble deeds! Who did not mark the pallor spreading O’er that pale, Seraphic face ? Who did not heed the meaning, deepening In that life so full of grace ? * * * * * ’Twas October, Leaves were falling, Changing Earth’s green robe to brown, Standing at the post of danger, Death’s dark Angel struck him down! Placed her seal upon his forehead, Laid her blight upon his lips, O’er the brightness of his eyelids Placed her certain, sad eclipse! Then we knew the Fiend bad waited For this prize, so rich and rare, needing not our tearful pleadings, Mocking all our sorrowing prayer. Doar white hands! So often lifted Toward the mercy-throne of God, O’er your twined tired fingers, Softly rest the dewy sod ! Pure, bright eyes! so often booming With that pity all divine, O’er your closed and weary eyelids May God’s sunlight softly shine l Young, stainless heart I whoso thoughts, so holy, Cheored other hearts in days of gloom, 0, may the grace of consecration Rest upon thee in the tomb! True Priest of God 1 Our hearts are broken With the anguish of our loss; Thou hast won the Crown of Glory, Help us bear our heavy Cross! S. B. E. New Orteant, 1868. THE MONDAYS OF THE EMPRESS. [Paris Correspondence of the Boston Post] These Monday receptions are divested of much of the formality, and a greater inti macy obtains than at any ot the ceremo nious entertainments of the Tuileries. The foreign ambassadors, and two secretaries from each legation, the French marshals, admirals, and great dignitaries of the Empire, figure upon the list of the invited, which is supervised by the Empress her self. Os those only who have been pre sented at court, strangers, Frenchmen of letters, artists, etc., that list is also formed, and, at 10 o’clock, the guests alight at the pavilion of l’Horloge, and, entering, take the staircase to the left, that to the right being the one of great occasions. Humiers and valets de pied line the way, and at the door of the hall a card is demanded. In former years, dancing took place in a smaller saloon, depending from the petite apartemenU of her Majesty; but this year, owing to the much lengthened list ot those bidden, it is in the sails desmarechaux that one finds the band of Strauss perched in the gallery, and the Emperor and Empress make their appearance only when the hall is nearly filled. About the sides of this salle dee mareehaux , superb with historical paintings and Gobelins tapestry, are ranged sofas three or four deep, and on these, away behind, one sometimes perceives spectators standing. The number present rarely exceeds one thousand or twelve hundred people —enough, at all events, for their Majesties, who, upon entering, are overwhelmed by the greetings of their visitors. The Empress is generally in simple toilette —the Emperor in evening dress, and ail air of affable courtesy pre vails, which is foreign to state balls at the palace. The dancing commenced, the Emperor wanders about the rooms, the polite and simple host; whilst, in another .-aloon, a sort of sanctuary that, surround ing the Empress, is a distinguished circle, and otten one sees there Auber, Dumas Jih, Nigra, the Princess Metternich, the Duchess ofMouehy, the Countess of Pour talcs, and eavans , artists, and others ot rank and distinction. With such conver sational talent as many of the above pos sess, wit and humor are not wanting, with beauty and amiability, to render altogether charming tins little salon in opal gray, where, amid flowers, bronzes, works of art and magnificent tapestry, the Empress holds a delightful petite cour. Many a man has made his reputation there causier or lei esprit , the Count de Solms, the Prus sian Secretary, for one, and Dumas another, who owe much to the quick aud friendly appreciation of the Empress and Princess Metternich. The Emperor, leaving the card room, ordinarily enters the sanc tuary ot the Empress about midnight, when supper is announced, and all pass into the salle de Deane , where the collation is par taken of upright. During the supper, the Emperor and Empress withdraw, and, after it, the great leaders of the German reign in glory, M. d’Apponyi, nephew of the Austrian Ambassador, the Count Hoyos, and the Marquis de Caux, are the most distinguished ones, though other young gentlemen owe not a little of their political advancement to a perfect step displayed at the hale intimes of Eugenie. GEMS OF PROSE AND POETRY. A Beautiful Thought. —Dickens wrote: “There is nothing—no, nothing—beautiful and good, that dies, and is forgotten. An infant, a prattling child, dying in its cradle, will live again in the better thoughts of those who loved it, and play its part, though its body be burned to ashes, or drowned in the deepest sea. There is not an Angel added to the hosts of Heaven, but does its blessed work on earth in those who loved it here. Dead! Oh, if the good deeds of human creatures could be traced to their source, how beautiful w r ould even death appear! for how much charity, mercy, and purified affection would be seen to have their growth in dusty graves ?” NOBLEMEN. The uoblest men I know on earth, Are men whose hands aro brown with toil; Who, backed by no ancestral graves, Hew down the woods and till the soil. And win thereby a prouder fame Than follows King or warrior’s name. The workingmen, whate’er their task, To carve the stone or bear the hod— They wear upon their honest brows The royal stamp and seal of God! And brighter are the drops of sweat Than diamonds in a coronet! God bless the noble working men, Who rear the cities of the plain, Who dig the mines and build the ships, And drive the commerce of the main; God bless them 1 for their swarthy hands Have wrought the glory of our lands. Yesterday, To-Day, and To-Moerow.— The beauty of the following eloquent pas sage will be appreciated by all of our readers: after generation,” says a fine writer, ‘‘have felt as we now feel, and their lives were as active as our own. They passed like a vapor, while Na ture wore the same aspect of beauty as when her Creator commanded her to be. The heavens shall be as bright over our graves as they are now around our paths. The world will have the same attractions for our offspring yet unborn, as she had once for our children. Yet a little while, all will have happened. The throbbing heart will be stilled, and all will be at rest. Our funeral will wind its way; and prayers will be said, and then we shall be left alone* in silence and in darkness for the worms. And, it may be, for a short time we shall be spoken of, but the things of life will creep in, and our names will soon be for gotten. Days will continue to move on, and laughter and song will be heard in the room in which we die; and the eye that mourned for us will be dried, and glisten again with joy ; and even our children will cease to think of us, and will not remember to lisp our names.” LONG YEARS AGO. All for a pretty girlish faoo, Two chocks of rosy huo, Two laughing lips of vermeil tint, And eyes of heaven’s blue. All for a little dimpled chin. A round throat snowy fair, , A darling mouth to dream upon, Aud glorious golden hair, All for a tender cooing voice, And gentle fluttering sighs; All for the promise made to me By story-telling eyes. All for that pretty girlish faoe, For a hand as white as snow, I dreamed a foolish dream of love, Long, long years ago. We all complain of the shortness of time, and yet have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives are either spent in doing nothing at all, in do ing nothing to the purpose, or in not doing what we ought to. We are always com plaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them. Let our love be firm, constant, and in separable ; not coming and returning, like the tide, but descending like a never-falling river, ever running into the ocean of divine excellency, passing on in the channels of duty, and a constant obedience, and never ceasing to be what it is, till it comes to be wliat it desires to be; still being a river Mini ©urn §®im, He then offered him some venison, and such other refreshment as his stock affor ded, and having 1 laid some bear skins for his bed, he desired that he would re pose himself for the night, and he would awake him early in the morning, and conduct him on nis way. Accordingly, in the morning they set off, and the Indian led him out of the for est, and put him into the road which he was to pursue; but just as they were taking leave, he stepped before the plan ter, and turning round and staring him full in the face, asked him whether he recollected his features. The planter was now struck with shame and confusion, when he recog nised in his kind protector the Indian whom he had so harshly treated. He confessed that he knew him, and was full of excuses for his brutal beha vior, to which the Indian only replied: “ When you see poor Indians fainting for a cup of cold water, don’t say again, “Get you gone, you Indian dog.” The Indian then wished him well on his jour ney, and left him. It is not difficult to say which of these two had the best claim to the name of Christian. Protection From Clothes Moths.— We clip the following from a circular issued by Brig. Gen. G. H. Crossman, Assistant Quartermaster General, Phila delphia : Many and various methods are given for the protection of woolen clothing against the attacks of this insect. Spirits of turpentine, gum camphor, and the leaves of tobacco, sprinkled among it are all recommended. At the clothing de pot here, we formerly used freely the first of these as a preventive; but for the certain destruction of the eggs and larva, we fouud the only sure and effective means, to be a thorough brushing, shak ing, and whipping, with- small sticks, of all our woolen articles twice a year, viz : About the middle of May, or the first of june, and last of September, or early in October. Cloths may, however, be se cured forever fiom the attacks of the moth, by being washed or sponged on both sides with a solution of the corrosive sublimate of mercury, in alcohol, made just strong enough not to leave a white stain upon a black feather. Any air-tight wrapper of cotton or linen cloth, or even of the thinnest paper, will effectually protect woolens or furs from the moths, and they may be killed by fu migating the article containing them with tobacco smoke, or with sulphur, or by shutting it in an air-tight vessel and then plungiug’the latter into boiling water, or exposing it to steam for ten or fifteen minutes, or by putting it into an oven heated to about 150 degrees Fahrenheit. A Memorial Movement.— We learn from an exchange, that, “ at a meeting of ex-Gonfederate soldiers, held in Athens on the 30th ult,, it was resolved, upon motion of Major Lamar Cobb, to form an association to be called the “ Soldiers’ Memorial Association,” whose object shall be to erect, by subscription, a monument to the memory of Mrs. Elizabeth Church Robb, in the Cemetery at Athens; and that an Executive Committee of nine till it is turned into sea and vastness, even the immensity of a blessed eternity. WOMEN. Ye are stars of the night, ye are gems of the morn, Ye are dew-drops whose lustre illumines the thorn; And r&yless that night is, that morning unblest When no beam in your eye lights up peace in the breast; And the sharp thorn of sorrow sinks deep in the h«irt, Till the sweet lip of woman assuages the smart; 'Tls hers o’er the couch of misfortune to bend, In fondness a lover, in firmness a friend; And adorn’d by the bays or enwreath’d with the willow, Her smile is our meed, and her bosom our piUow. The Humane Indian.— An Indian, who had not met with his usual success in hunting, wandered down to a plantation among the back settlements in Virginia, and seeing a planter at his door, asked for a morsel of bread, for he was very hungry. The planter bade him begone, for he would give him none. Will you give me a cup of your beer ? ” said the Indian. “ No, you shall have none here,” re plied the planter. “ But I arn very faint,” said the sav age ; “ will you give me only a draught of cold water ? ” “ Get you gone, you Indian dog ; you shall have nothing here,” said the planter. It happened, some months after, that the planter went on a shooting party up into the woods, where, intent upon his game, he missed his company and lost his way, and night coming on, he wan dered through the forest untill he espied an Indian wigwam. He approached the savage’s habitation and asked him to show him the way to a plantation on that side of the country. “It is too late for you to go there this evening, sir,” said the Indian; “ but if you will accept of my homely fare, you are welcome.” members, of which General John B. Gor don shall be Chairman, be appointed to carry out this purpose.” MARRIED. At the Catholic Church, in this city, on Tnesdav evening, June 30th, 1868, by the Rev. J. F. Kirby, William Bennett and Miss Assie O'Connor, all of this city. Also, at the same time and place, Eugene J. O’CoNNon and Miss Margaret M. Magarahan, daughter of James Magarahan, Esq., all of this city. ‘•Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.” * * * ADVERTISEMENTS. LA RENAISSANCE LOUISIANAISE, NEW ORLEANS, FRENCH WEEKLY. Devoted to Southern Interests ! SEVEN YEARS OF EXISTENCE. Ib a most commendable publication for families and country people who practice the elegant French lan guage ; it reviews elaborately the political events of the week, the situation of the country, the New Orleans American press, the interesting facts of Louisiana, the agricultural and commercial affairs of the community, the market price current, the theatrical soirees, the literary and scientific productions of the day, and gives a great variety of useful facta, instructive gems, humoristic anecdotes, and all that composes a first class paper. SUBSCRIPTION, SIX DOLLARS PER ANNUM. 4Gff“ The columns and the advertisements are so conspicuously displayed, with reading matter in each pago, that it makes the journal one of the best adver tising mediums of the South. jyii ts Geo.Pßowel4 @ Advertisements forwarded to all Newspapers. No advance charged on Publishers’ prioos. All leading Newspapers kept on file. Information as to Cost of Advertising furnished. All Orders receive careful attention. Inquiries by Mail answered promptly. Complete Printed Lists of Newspapers for sale. Special Lists prepared for Customers. Advertisements Written and Notices secured. Orders from Business Men especially solicited, 40 P AR| #*JW jy4-ly NEW SPRING- DRY GOODS. James A. Gray 6l Cos., 228 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, GEO., Beg to inform the public that they are now receiving THE LARGEST SPRING STOCK OF SOTAPILie iAltin FANCY DRY GOODS Which have been received at this Establishment for the past twenty years. These Goods have been purchased EXCLUSIVELY FOR CASH from the most eminent Importers of the United States, from the Manufacturers’ Agents direct, and in large quantities from the recent celebrated Auction Sales ordered by Messrs. Benkard k Hutton, ono of the very largest Importing Houses in New York Having full access to the very best Houses in the world, and purchasing side by sido with the largest Jobbers in the United States, we can confidently and truthfully assure our friends tliat WE CAN SUPPLY THEIR DEMANDS FOR DRY GOODS, EITHER AT WHOLESALE OR RETAIL, AS CHEAP AS THEY CAN PURCHASE THE SAME IN NEW YORK. Merchants visiting the city, will please make a note of this fact, examine our assortment, and judge for themselves. Wo would respectfully invite the closest examination of both stylos and price. JAMES A. GRAY k 00., apll 228 Broad Street J. J. BROWNE, GILDER AND PICTURE FRAME MANUFACTURER, 135 Broad Street Augusta, Ga. Old Pictures and Looking-Glass Frames Regilt. Oil Paintings Restored, Lined and Varnished. my3o—ly SPRING 1868. THE OLD AND RELIABLE HOUSE OF GRAY & TURLEY, AUHUBTA, Is always prepared to offer to the public, at wholesale and retail, a thoroughly oomplete assortment of STAPLE GOODS, —AMO— British French and Swiss Dress («oods, CLOTHS, CASSIMEKES, CLOAKS, SHAWLS, EMBROIDERIES, LACES, HOSIERY, HOOP SKIRTS, NOTIONS, Ac., &c. mh2l ts O’Dowd 6l Mulherin, GROCERS AND COMMISSION MERCHANTS, No. 283 Broad Street, AUGUSTA, GA„ have on hand a rcix stock of SUGAR, COFFEE, TEAS, SOAF, STARCH, CANDLES, TOBACCO, LIQUORS, SEGARS, BACON, lard, FLOUR, AND EVERY THING Usually kept in a Wholesale and Retail Grocery. PRICES AS LOW AS THE LOWEST, rah 21 Kenny tk Gray, No. 238 Broad Street, DEALLRE IN READY-MADE CLOIHING, CLOTHS, CABSIMERES AND VESTINGS, GENTS' FURNISHING GOODS OF ALL KINDS, And everything usually kept in a First-Class Clothing; and Tailoring Establishment. An examination of their splendid Btock is cor dially invited. Auguota, March 21, 1868. ts SPECIAL NOTICE. STEEL AMALGAM BELLS. Every School and Plantation should have one. Will sell those now on hand cheap. Those desiring to purchase will do well to call soon. Price, oomplete, from $7 to $lO. P. MALONE, Augusta Foundry and Machine Works. May 19th, 1868. my3o—tf Augusta Foundry AND MACHINE WORKS. WRIGHT k ALLUM'B IMPROVED COTTON SCREWS, GIN GEAR, SUGAR BOILERS, SUGAR MILLS, ALARM BELLS, AND ALL KINDS OF CASTINGS, DONE AT SHORT NOTICE. HIGHEST PRICE PAID FOR OLD MACHINERY IRON, BRASS AND COPPER. PHILIP MALONE. mh2l ts AGENTS WANTED FOR THE LIFE OF JEFFERSON DAVIS, By FRANK H. ALFRIEND, of Richmond. This is the only full, authentic and OFFICIAL history of tho Life and Public services of the great Southern loader. Mr. Alfricnd has had the 00-opera tion and assistance of the leading Confederate officials In the preparation of this work, as will be apparent to all on examination. Send for specimen pages and cir culars, with terms. Address NATIONAL PUBLISH ING 00., Atlanta, Ga. my 9—6 GREENBRIER WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS, Greenbrier County, West Virginia. The undersigned, Lessees of this MJ> AND WELL KNOWN WATERING PUCE, Announce tliat, encouraged by the liberal patronage received last season, they have largely added to their accommodations, in comfort and appearance, aud are prepared to entertain FIFTEEN HUNDRED GUESTS. THE BATHING ACCOMMODATIONS ARE IN FINE ORDER. HOT AND WARM SULPHUR BATHS , So eminently efficacious in many cases, are at th command of visitors, at all hours. In addition to other amusements, they have provided anew and elegant BOWLING ALLEY AND BILLIARD ROOM, CONVENIENTLY LOCATED. PROFESSOR ROSENBURG’S CELEBRATED FULL BRASS BAND, Has been engaged for the season A. GOOD LIVERY STABLE VV ill be kept on the premises. The completion of the Virginia Central Railroad to Covington leaves only twenty miles staging, through a beautiful mountain country over a well graded turn pike. T©rwig• per Pay sad SBQ per Month. Children under ten years of age, and colored ser vants, half price. White servants according to accom modations. [mylG-lm] PEYTON k CO. 3