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VOLUME XLlf.j M ILLEDGE VILLE, GEORGIA, JUNE 5, 1872. NUMBER 45. £bc Jfeiieral n i o n, Id PUBLISHED WEEKLY IN MILLEDGEVILLE, GA., BY BOUGHTON, BARNES & MOORE, (Corner of Hancock ami Wilkinson Streets,) At $2 ia Advance, or $3 at end of the year. S. N. BOUGHTON, Editor. ADVERTISING. Transient.—One Dollar per square of ten lines for first insertion and seventy-live cents fir each subse queut continuance. Tributes of respect, Resolutions by Societies,Obit uaries exceeding six lines, Nomiuationsfor office,Com munications or Editorial notices for individual benefit, charged as transient advertising. LEGAL ADVERTISING. Sheriff's Sales, per levy of ten lines, or less f 2 50 Mortgage ti la sales, per square, 5 00 Citations for Letters of Administration, . 3 00 “ “ Guardianship,.. 3 00 Application for dismission from Administration, 3 00 “ Guardiaubliip, 3 00 “ “ leave to sell Laud, 5 00 “ for Homesteads, 175 Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 3 00 Saks ol Land, &.C., per Square, 5 00 “ perishable property, 10 days, per square,.. 150 Estray Notices, 30 days, 3 00 Foreclosure of Mortgage, per sq-, each time,.... 10C Applications for Homesteads, (two weeks,).... 1 75 LEGAL ADVERTISEMENTS. Sales of Laud, Ac., by Administrators, Executors or Guardians, are required bylaw to be held on the first Tuesday intlie mouth, between the hours of It' iu the forenoon and 5 in the aiteruoou, at the Court Rouse in the County in which the property is siiuated. Notice of these sales must be given tti a public ga zelte 10 days previous to the day of sale. Notices for tiie sale ot personal property must be given in like manner 10 days previous to sale day. Notices to the debtors uud creditors of an estate must also be published 40 days. Notice that application will be made to the Court ol Ordinary for leave to sell Land, Ac., must be publish ed tor two months. Citations for letters of Administration,Guardianship, &<■., must be published 30 days—for dismission from Administration monthly three mouths—fordismission from Guardianship, 40 days. Rules for toreclnsiireof Mortgage must be publish ed monthly for four months—for establishing lost pa pers lor the tul! space of three mouths—for compell ing titles from Executors or Administrators, where bond has been given by the deceased, the full spaceof three months. Publications will always be continued according to these,tuelegalrequirements,unlessotherwise ordered. THE FIKBT WEDDING. [The last number of the Historical and Geneal ogical Register contains in its department of ‘Notes and Querrieg” tbe following poem, in cel- ebratim of the wedding of Edward Winslow and Susannah White—tlie first wedding in New Eng land, mentioned on page 14 of the record. It was written by the late Miss France* M. Canlkins, the historian of Koiwicb and New London.J Book and Job Work, of all kinds, PROMPTLY AND NEATLY EXECUTED AT THIS OFFICE. Agents for Federal Union in New York City GEO. P. ROM ELL A CO., No. 40 Park Row. S M. PETTINGILL A CO., 37 Park Row. rr*M essrs. Griffin A Hoffman. Newspaper Advertising Agents, No. 4 South St, Baltimore, Md.. are duly authorized to contract for adveitisements at •ur lowest rates. Advertisers in that City are request ed to leave their favors with this house.” First bride first bridegroom of the land, Uude the Christian banner; The straitest of a strait laced band, Young Winslow and gentle Susannah. Hail to the nuptials, shining fair At the head of our Puritan story ; It brightens ali New England sir, With a stream of wedding glory* No bells, no pomp, but side by side. Pure in soul and pnre in manner. Such metbinks was the wedding tide Of Winslow and his fair Susannah. O, could I sway the countless years, Downward o er our country flowing. All the weddings of all the spheres Should with these pattern tints be glowing. Such weddings with sucli groom and bride, So linked with grace and duty, Ten thousand fold be multiplied, In ail their horn ly beauty. Not games or banque‘8 mark the day, Plain robes, not costly dressing; Solemnities, and noi display. Few friends, and hearty blessing. When faith is pledged and hearts unite, ’’I is a type of heavenly union ; Sacred should be tlie nuptial rite To home-born 1 eart communion. S i t g § i r t c t o r g. RAIL ROAD TIME TABLE. Arrival and Departure of Trams at Milledgeville. MACON A AUGUSTA RAILROAD. Da, Train. D»wn Train to Augusta arrive* at Milledgev., 8.17 a.m. Up Train to Macon arrives at Milledgeville, 7 23 p.m Night Train. Arrives from Augusta at 12:20 a m. “ “ Macon at 12:15 a in. EATONTON A GORDON RAILROAD. 8.45 p. m- 2.35 p. m Up Train to E&tnuton arrives at Milledgev., Down Train to Gordon arrives “ Post Office Notice. Milledgeville. Jan. 18, 1872. From and after this date mailt* will Hose a* follows : Mads for Atlanta and Augusta and points beyond going noi t.h and east, will close at 8 o’clock AM. Mails for Macon, South western Hoad, and points beyond, going south west, will close at 5 P. M. Alai'S for Savannah and Florida close at 2:15 P. M. Mails for Eatontoxi and Monticello closes at 8:45- P M. Office hours from 7 A. M. until 6:30 P. M. Office open on Sunday.** from 8 to 9 1-2 A. M. Money Orders obtained from 7 A. M. until 5 P. M. JOSIAS MARSHALL, P. M. Church Directory. BAllTIST CHURCH. Services 1st and 3d Sundays in each month, at 11 o’clock a m and 7 p in. Sabbath School at9 l-2o’clock, am. S N Houghton, Bupt. Rev- D E liUTLER, Pastor. METHODIST CHURCH. Hours of service ou Sunday: 11 o’clock, am and 7 pm. Sunday School 3 o'clock p m.—W E Frankland, Superintendent. Friends of the Sabbath School are invited to visit it S S Missionaiy Society, monthly, 4th Sunday at 2 p m Prayer meeting every Wednesday 7 o’clock p m- Rev A J JARRELL Pastor. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH. Services every Sabbath (except the 2d in each mo) at I I o’clock a in. and 7 p in- Ssbbaili School at 9 1-2 a m. T T \V indsor, Supt. Prayer meeting every Friday at 4 o’clock, p m. Rev C W LANE, Pastor. EPISCOPAL CHURCH. Without a Pastor at present. .Sunday School at 9 o’clock, a m. Lodges. I. O. G.T. millcdgeviile Lodge No 115 meets in the Senate Chamber at the State House on every Friday even ing ot 7 o’clock. C P CRAWFORD, \V C T. E P Lane, See’y. Cold Water Templurs meet at the State House eve- y Saturday afternoon at 3 o'clock. MASONIC. Benevolent Lo<l*r No 3 F A M, meets 1st and 3d Saturday nights of each month at Masonic Hall. G D Case, Sec’y. 1 11-HOWARD, W. M. Temple Chapter meets the second and fourth Sat urday nights in each month. G D Case, Sec’y. S G \\ HITE, U P. Milledgeville Lodge of Perfection A.'.A A.'. 5 R.-, meets everv Monday night SAM’L G WHITE,T..P. - G.'.M.*. Geo. D.^Case, Exc Grand See y. CITY GOVERNMENT. Mayor—Samuel Walker. . Board of Aldermen.—I. F B Mapp; 2 t Trice; 3 T A Caraker; 4 Jacob Cantker; 5 J II McCornb; 6 Henry Temples. Clerk and Treasurer—Peter Fair. Marshal—J B Fair. Policeman— T Tat.le. Deputy Marshal and Street Overseer—Peter Ferrell. Sexton- F Bet-laud City Surveyor—C T Bayne. City Auctioneer—S J Kidd. Finance Committee-T A Caraker,Temples. Mapp- Street “ J Caraker, Trice, McComb Land “ McComb, J Caraker, Trice. Cemetery “ Temples, Mnpp. T A Caraker. Board meet* 1st and 3d Wednesday nights in eacn Month. “IT'LL IVdill St i’OtlE NO iUOKE.” The following from the pen of Mrs. F. G. Fon taine, of Charleston S C*, will touch a tender chord in every southern heart. I’se been a waitin’ long for de good ole time I)at’ll neber come no mo’; When I used to rock an’ work an sing Iu de little cabin do’. My Sam was riar wid his fiddle, Po’ S'*m : he’s gone—done dead ! Dead lor de want of food an’ clothes An* de shelter ober head. An’ little Mose—well, lie’s dead, too ; How he use to dance an’ sing, While J’m an’ Polly an’ all de res’ Went “roun’ an’ rotin’ de ring.” Olo Missis—biess her dear ole sonl— Would luff till her sides gib way, An Massa’d s'op at my cabin just To say, ’“llow is ole Mamin to-day 7” De boys—I mean ole Massa’s boys— Dev lubbed ole Mammy too, Who missed ’em—eb’ry blessed one, Clean down to little Massa Lou. Po’ Massa Lou ! He went to de fight, But lie nebber come back no mo ; W e heer"d he fell, wid a bullet in de breast. In do front ob de battle roar. He’d put bis arms aroun’ my neck An’ ray, “Mammy, I love you so !” He didn’t see no harm in dat. Do’ Mammy was black au’ po’* Ole Missis died wid a broken heart Winn de las’ ob de boys was killed, An’ Massa bowed his bead and cried Dat his cup ob soirow was filled. A’ yere I’ve sot, awaitin’ an’ watcliLi’ For de good time cornin’ no mo’. An’ I see ole Missis a callin’ Mauimy Across from de odder aho’. The New Apportionment.—Below will be found the new apportionment as lately amended and passed by Congress. The first apportion ment bill, passed by tbe present Congress, gives the House 284, wbile the amended act gives 292, as shown below : States. 42d Cong- 43d Cong. Gaii Alabama........ 8 2 Arkansas 3 4 1 California 4 1 Cornecricut 4 4 — Delaware 1 1 — Florida 1 2 1 Georgia — .. 9 2 Illinois .... 14 19 5 Indiana 13 2 Iowa. 9 3 Kansas . ... 1 3 2 Kentucky 9 10 1 Louisiana 6 1 Maine .... 5 5 — Maryland 5 6 1 Massachusetts... 10 11 1 Michigan .... c 9 3 Minnesota 2 3 1 Mississippi 5 6 I Missouri 9 13 4 Nebraska 1 — Nevada 1 — New Hampshire 3 3 — New Jersey 7 2 New York .... 31 33 2 North Caiolina. 8 1 Ohio .... 19 20 1 Oregon 1 1 — Pennsylvania... .... 24 27 3 Rhode Island ... .... 2 2 — South Carolina.. 4 5 1 Tennessee 10 1 Texas 6 2 Vermont 3 — Virginia 8 9 1 West Virginia.. 3 3 — Wisconsin 8 2 Total. 292 49 Macaulay on Diamonds.—The gl COUNTY OFFICERS. Judge M, V- Bell, Ordinary—office iu Masonic Hall. P L Fair, Clerk Sup’i; Court, Obadiali Arnold, isheriff, “ II V llonner. Dep’iy Sheriff, lives in the country. Jiwius Marshall, Reo’r Tax Returns—at Post Office. L N Callawav, Tax Collector, office at his store, li Temples, County Tieaeurer, oriice at bis store. Isaac Cushing, Coronor, residence ou W ilkinson st. John Gentry, Constable, residence ou Wayne st, near tbe Factory. MEDICAL BOARD OF GEORGIA. Dr. G. D Case Dean. Dr. 8. G. WHITE, Pres’dt Regular meeting first Monday in December. STATE LUNATIC ASYLUM. Dr THOS F GREEN, Superintendent. M R Bell, Tr. & Steward. FIRE DEPARTMENT. D B Sanford, Stc’y. JOHN JONES, Chief. The M Sl M Fire Co. meets at Hie Court Room on the first and third Tuesday Dights in each month. GALL AND SEE CS C. W. GAFSE A CO, j^EALEKS IN pKO VJSIONS GROCERIES, liquors, hardware, CROCKERY, GLASSWARE, SHOES, In fact everything usually kept in a First-class Family Grocery & Provision Store* East side Wayne Street. Agents for Whann’s Raw Bone Soper Phosphate. N. E. All persons indebted to us ate earnestly re- ■ quested to settle at onoe. C. W. GAUSE. H. M. BOSE. Milledgeville, Ga.,Feb. 6,1873, 28 tf For the Federal Union. REGINALD ARCI.ER. ing subject of diamonds is fruitful with inexhaustible reminiscences. I heard of a man who was once breakfasting with Lord Macaulay, when the conversation turned on diamonds. Macaulay possessed a marvelous knowledge of details, which he had pride iu exhibiting* A friend of mine once saw him moved to the abso lute shedding of tears because he could not recollect what he was about to quote. The conversation turned on the regalia of different thrones and Macaulay went from diamomd to diamond with his marvelous memory. He would of course speak of tbe famous Pitt diamond, which was brought by an Englishman into Europe, and placed by Napoleoti in the hilt ot the State Sword ot France; of the great Austrian diamond; the great Russian diamond, and a perfect mountain belonging to the crown of Portu gal, which is said to be worth nearly six millions. There is a counterstatement, that this is merely a fine colorless topaz, and the Portuguese sovereign does not submit the case to any scientific arbitration.—Lon don Society. Cut his Head Off.—The Macon Enterprise of Saturday has this item . From a passenger on the 2:25 train from Brunswick, we learn the partic ulars of a terrible accident that occur red at Beaver Dam Creek, near Co ley’s Station, about one o’clock this evening- A negro boy, aged fourteen years, named Jerry McGriff] in com pany with two white men, had been fishing, and becoming tired, they had laid down to sleep—the white men near the track and the negro with his head on the track. The train came up under full speed and passed direct ly over, severing the head and left arm from the body. The engineer, it seems, did not see the negro until he passed. The coroner was immediate ly notified. BY W. G. MACADOO. It was once believed that no em bodiment of human wisdom presented a more perfect spectacle than that known as the English Common Law.— We are of the few “old fogies” who still believe so, in the main. The punishments were too severe to suit the merciful philosophy of this age in which to be a great criminal is to be a great htro. Indeed we believe that the punishments were severer than the ends of public justice required or the license of a proper humanity au thorized. But the character of the various crimes and misdemeanors were traced out by masterly hands. The wheat of whatever was pure in hu man conduct was winnowed out with consummate skill from its most inti mate admixture with whatever was impure. We are chiefly concerned at the present with one example of that class of offences designated as contra lonos mores. A new “style” ot novel-wri ting has taken possession of the realm of light literature. We believe the honor of originating it belongs to that lively and piquaut people who, prior to the recent War with Germany, gave the civilized world its fashions iu the at tire of the body as well as those of the mind. Thence this charming “style” crossed the English Channel, whence certain imitative “Yankee cousins” were not slow to don it.— Ami now because (as we presume) the “Southland” has been “conquered” iu War, by these most noble and ingen ious Yankees, we find certain literary artists in our “land of the sun” play ing third fiddler iu the role of imita tiveness. Not content to leave this flow ery and fragrant field of thorns and thistles to male litterateurs, a certain ciass ot literary amazons have march ed forward in the realm of fictitious writing, stormed brothels, ambushed assignations and adulteries, and swept the whole intricate glacis of fornica tion with as diligent a hand as the great Edmund Burke declares Ilyder Ally did the fated region in India known as the Carnatic. Under the English Common Law as it stood iu theory and practice half a century ago, authors, publishers and vendors of such books, probably certain purchasers and read ers, would have been lega’ly liable to indictment and presentment as guilty of offences contra lonos mores. Even now, in this innovating and wise age, stand on our statute books theoretic principles denunciatory of all that tends to corrupt puolic morals—fine spun theorems ot moral protection never brought to the mathematical black-board of practical demonstra tion—couched in words of infinite wisdom which American Solons have substituted for the Common Law. But there they stand—as petrified and in ert in practice, and as hidden from the daylight of moral influence, as are the stalactites in the Mammoth Cave of Kentucky. The ready excuse which these mod ern novelists of the purient school put forth to justify their pen-pictures of vice is, that these moral ulcers now corroding the heart of society must be laid open to the public view that they may revolt the sensibilities of the virtuous, and thus be more care fully shunned. These uovels are warn ings. We recollect an apposite story ot two Reveiend young gentlemen in Nashville, Tennessee, who a quarter ol a century ago were surprised in one ot the fashionable haunts of the demi monde, at the midnight hour, and who explained the situation by declaring they were only studying human nature: merely looking on, iu order to gain more accurate information whereby the souls of sinners could be saved, and sin understanding^ denounced. We need not say how the wise old heads of the Church regarded their justifi cation. Evil communications corrupt good manners; such at least has been the stupid old theory in the ages of tbe past. We are old-fashioned enough to believe that the best way to avoid tbe taint of impurity is to put afar from us the objects of corruption. An old poet who had some celebrity in his clay both for his rhyme and his reason, declared, very fashionable phase of society in the upper circle of the great American city. The round of gayeties; the bold and flagrant intrigues ; the con jugal infidelities cropping out every where almost; the thorny path under a shower of sneers, trodden by the only female character in the book stu pid enough to be virtuous—the ex plosion of the most flagrant of these intrigues, the pistols, the blood, the deaths—these are wrought up with vivid and artistic power. There is no questioning the author's great ability. We must accord to her, also, scrupu lous fidelity to truth in her society pictures of New Y~ork life. We are inclined, further, to award to her honesty of purpose to do good : Her greatest villain and most fascinat ing seducer meets death from the hus band he has injured, much after the style of Fisk’s “taking off” by Stokes. The book was written and published prior to New York’s delicious Fisk- Stokes sensation—had it not been, we should have supposed it to have been suggested thereby. Seeing how the chronology stands, we suppose the dramatic Stokes may have read the book, and may have been influenced in some degree by its scenic pistolling in the shaping of the surroundings and the action of his own theatrical per formance. Two classes of readers may well read Reginald Archer: 1. The unde- bauchille. 2. Those already hopeless ly debauched. The class lying be tween these extremes, of whatever numbers it is made up, would do well when they see this handsome volume, to admire the outside only. Yet while vve say this, we owe it to the author to say that there is nothing gross or indelicate in the language of the book. The author handles her pen with the grace and the skill of a master ; and if images of evil are conjured up by her exquisite pen-paintings, the result is skilfully and delicately done with as little that is offensive in the manner of the doing as is possible. HIM HIGGINS' MAN. BY CAROLINE. GOODBY. “ Vice is a monster of such frightful mein As, to be hated need* but to be seen; Bui seen to > oft, familiar wrili its face, Wa first endure, then pity, then embrace.” I cannot lull My restless thoughts. Like troubled streams. They flow and ever moan. There seems A tone of sadness in the whisn ring trees— A murmured echo on the twilight breeze, Saying, “Good-by.’’ The parting time Is past. He gave me words of peace, A pa-tor’s blessing ,md the farewell kiss. Although his kind words brought me gome relief, Yet still, my heart was ail too full of grief To say “Good-by.” I know not why Scch tender sweetness, yet such power Of crushing sadness, fling their shower Of thorns and roses from the little word That oftenest with a weary sigh is heard— The word, “Good-by.” A double spell It hears—to soothe the dreary heart With the sweet wish implied—to start Afresh tbe bubbling fountains of tbe heart’s keen pain, Because the parted may not meet again To speak “Good-by” Not always thus These bitter partings. Sorrow’* night Must fade before the dawning light That scatters beams upon a heavenly shore. Theie shall earth’* tired wanderer never more Repeat, “Good-by." LA PETITE. In a Nut Shell.—In all the col umns of editorials, communications and speeches that have appeared since the adjournment of the Cincinnati Convention upon the duty and policy of the Democratic party with refer ence to the action and nominees of that body, we do not recollect to have seen the case more strongly or wisely stated than by Hon. George H. Pen dleton, who answered as follows in re sponse to a direct question put him in Kentucky the other day : “1 think well of the Liberal cause, but I am for having a National Demo cratic Convention, and abiding its de cision. ft looks now like we ought to back the Liberals, but I am for taking advantage of all the lights that may be thrown on the situation between now and the assembling of the Con vention in July. If, at that time, it appears, as now, that we ought to make no naminations, I shall favor such action or non-action. On the contrary, should it be clear that we can succeed with our own nominations why make them.” This covers the whole ground and should be the sentiment of every Dem ocrat in the country. Meanwhile let patience possess our souls, and for bearance, conciliation, fraternal feel ing and fraternal language mark and inspire all our utterances • upon this vexed question.— Tel. Mess. The moment modern society ceases many of its present wicked and reck less experiments in this Black Crook age of the world’s wretched “ pro- giess,” and reverts to the staid old so ber maxims of morality and Christian ity as our grandmothers understood them, that moment a most fatal descen sus averni ends, and morality begins to look upward. At the very least, let Southern women cease to employ the grosser aspects of human sensuality in making up the action of their fu ture novels. If the perverted appe tite of the age must have such literary food, let it be furnished by masculine purveyors; and if woman anywhere must persist in fishing in these turbid and noisome waters, let Yankee wo men, English women, French women or “any other” women, fish! For Heaven’s sake, let Southern women cast their nets in purer fountains ! These remarks have been forced on us by the perusal of Reginald Archer, a very handsome looking volume, pub lished by Messrs. Osgood & Co., of Boston. The author is Mrs. Emily Seemuller, a native of Baltimore and author of some preceding volumes when she was Emily Crane. She has exchanged single blessedness for mat rimony, marrying a New York gentle man named Seemuller; and her Regin ald Archer (as we take it) portrays a The Great Wall in China.—Mr. Seward, speaking of the great wall of China, which he examined during his late trip to the East, says: “The Chinese have been for at least two or three thousand years a wall-making people. It would bankrupt New York or Paris to build the walls of the city of Pekin. The great wall of China is the wall of the world. It is forty feet high. The lower thirty feet is ol hewn limestone or granite. Two mod ern carriages may pass each other on the summit. It has a parapet through out its length, with convenient stair cases, buttresses, and garrison houses at every quarter of a mile, and it runs not by cutting down hills and raising valleys, but over the uneven crests ot the mountains and down through their gorges, a distance of a thousand miles. Admiral Rogers and I calculated that it would cost more now to build tbe great wall of China throughout its ex tent of one thousand miles, than it has cost to build the fifty-five thousand miles of railroad in the United States. What a commentary it is upon the ephemeral range of human intellect to see this great utilitarian enterprise, so necessary and effective two thousand years ago, now not merely useless, but an incumbrance and an obstruc tion,” For thirty years Miss Higgins had looked under hpr bed every night, and had never found a man there yet, still she looked. Whether it was fear that impelled that deathless research, or a fatality that was beckoning her to her fate, I know not. It would seem, however, to be the former, for she had often been heard to observe: “ That of all the abominations on earth, man is the most abominable.” Indeed, at the informal tea drinking of the allied forces of Chesterviile, the three Misses Wheeler and the two Misses Jones, she had often excelled them all in the withering tone with which she would repeat: ‘Man! man!' man!” and no one could breathe de fiance at this foeman than she. It was at one of these tea parties that they had entered into a solemn com pact that, in the event of. Woman’s Rights giving either of these allies sovereign power over the nation, and Eastern law was to be by them im ported and improved, and husbands buried with the dead bodies of their wives. As Eunice Higgins well remarked : “ That would put an end to widow ers pretty lively.” And with this re mark the Hyson flowed, and the was sail went on—with such spirit, that Aurelia Wilder, the most radical, ad ded another clause: “ That the chil dren of widowers should be thrown in too, and not be a botherin’ other wo men.” This was also well received. Now if any one thinks Miss Eunice Higgins was a woman devoid of vir tues and womanly graces, I pity them —they are so utterly mistaken — She had assisted a drunken father through the world till he made his exit—sustained and supported a feeble mother—and three or four children older but more helpless than she, till the mother went home to her reward, and the children had found flourishing homes for themselves, with the excep tion of the eldest son, who had fol lowed in the footsteps of his father, literally. Indeed, when one contemp lates the specimens of manhood she had been most familiar with, her aver sion to the sex does not seem so won derful. She was now shrewd-eyed, but good and kindly looking. No home was brighter than hers. No farm bet ter managed. The night on which commences my humble history, Miss Higgins went to her room in unusual good humor. She had had a tea party- The allies had long been present, and admitted unan imously that such fragrant tea, such snowy biscuits and honey, such golden butter, such cakes and sweetmeats had not been partaken of that season. The scene of her benign victory rose be fore her as she took off the little switch of hair at the back side of her head, and pensively rooled it up ere she put it in the top bureau drawer. She saw again the sinking sun shin ing in, through her house plants in the window, upon the crimson drug get of the dining-room ; the snowy tea-table with its silver and pink-prig- ged china; the admiring faces ot her friends as they partook of her delici ous food. But one memory disquiet ed her; “She almost mistrusted her lemon extract—the frosting on the fruit cake don't seem to be flowered quite enough.” But this haunting manner was softened by the thought that “ she could get a new bottle to morrow.” By this time she was arrayed in her white night-dress and night-cap. She folded up every article of clothing, and laid it down at right angles; she locked up her breast-pin ; and then, impelled by fate, she calmly advanced to the side of the bed, and raised the snowy valances—gave one shriek and fell backward on the carpet, hitting her head badly as she did so on the chair rocker. There was her man un der the bed! so must have come some distance. I After the teamster stopped he had | walked on, and, coming to her do6r in the twilight, he thought he would ask for some supper, but there was no one in ; Miss Higgins had gone ‘a piece’ with her visitors. But the tea-table stood there, laden with good things; he had helped himself generously, and then, as he heard her step suddenly outside, guilt which makes cowards of us all, drove him into the bed room, and the steps came nearer and nearer, undi*r the bed. His unusual fatigue had overpowered him, and he had fallen asleep and was awakened only by her screams as she discovered him. Miss Higgins had found the man she had been looking for, for thirty years, but now the question arose, what was she to do with him? As he had no designs upon her property or hei life, she could not lecture him therefore. And as his courage arose, he displayed a pretty—a very pretty—face, sur mounted by a mass of bright curls, in which shone two hen’s feathers. Miss Higgins was very neat, but where is the feather bed that will not occasion ally shed a few feathers, dry tears hap ly falling over memories of former fights? Miss Higgins’ good sense, backed by her good heart, taught her what her man needed now was a good supper and a bed. But in the morning the question again vexed her. What was she to do with her man—should she advertise him ? Again she questioned him in the sunlighted dining-room as he ate his excellent breakfast. “Whereabouts do your folks live— in what place!” He looked up mildly at her, with large piece of peach pie midway be tween his plate and mouth, and an swered obediently: “Our folks’ house.” “ Who is your folks?” “ Father.'’ The allies were called in ; the stiffly starched inquest sat ou Miss Higgins’ man. The additional result of their over-questioning being that there was every evideuce that the father of Miss Higgins’ man belonged to that corrupt and shameless sect—widowers! Miss Higgins trembled. “ Had she not better dispose of her man at once? Was it not in a way encouraging widowers in their nefari ous doings, to harbor these small men.” She asked these questions with some relenting of heart, for already had the childish charms of her man won upon her, aud it was with great relief that she heard the decision of Aurelia the most radical ot the allies. No! keep him here. Such a chance was seldom vouchsafed to the allies to teach one of these men— widowers—a lesson they would not soon forget. Punish that wretch, that unnatural widower, by saying nothing about the child. Let him think he is lost: let him hunt him up the best way he can.” The youngest Miss Jones—she was only forty,’aud naturally timid and apprehensive—suggested that “ it would be just like oue of these men to coir.e right here to Miss Higgins’ after him. There wasn’t anything that they hadn’t the face to do. It would be jest like one of ’em to walk into her sittin’ room ” Miss Higgins had often fancied how she would awe such a robber, such a burglar, with her fearless and search ing glances; how she would defeud her property with her life. Let us not be too hard with her—she is not the only one of us who has found that it is more easy to dream of great achieve ments than to accomplish them. She is not the only one who, at the first stock, has shrieked and tumbled down before adverse fate. But Euuice Higgins was not one to wither away before a calamity. Not long did she lie there ; but as short a time as it was when she lifted her head her little man confronted her. He was a very little man, indeed, not more than seven years old, and small at that; very good looking, and well clothed, although exceedingly dishev eled and uncomfortable in appearance. “ How came you here, under my bed ?” This was the first question, but it was repeated before he answered, with drooping head and glances : “ I’ve runned away.” “ Run away from where?” “ From our folk’s house.” “ Who is your folks?” “ Father.” Here the dialogue terminated sud denly. Eunice Higgins becoming con scious that a night-gown and night cap were not the proper raiment in which to entertain even so small a mau. Out in the pleasant sitting room, beneath the warm light of ker osene gleaming through ruse gerani ums, aud the keener light of Eunice Higgins’ eyes, the inquisition was continued, from which these facts were gleamed—that the boy, Johnny Dale, had been so tried with his father, because he wouldn’t let him go to a circus, that he had run away. It was early in tbe morning he said, and he bad got a ride with a teamster, Here Miss Higgins remarked : “ I» he here now ?” “Yes, sir, he is.” His anxious eyes so brightened at this, that she entirely forgot her car pet and her enmity, and actually in vited him in. No sooner was he seated than John ny ran in with eager eyes: “Father! lather!” He threw his arms around his fath er’s neck, and kissed his bearded lips, and then, in his delight, he turned and threw his arms around Eunice Hig gins’ neck and kissed her with the same pair of lips, and still Miss Hig gins could say, in the dying words of the great statesman: “ I still live.” Mr. Dale was a man of means and leisure. He thought the air of the little town exceedingly good. He ob tained board for the summer, for him self and son, at the little hotel. But in all Chesterviile no air was so pure and salubrious, he thought, as the air of Miss Eunice Higgins’ parlor, con sequently he sought that healthful re treat often, Johnny going before like an olive blanch. Day after day did Mr. Dale tread over the immaculate purity of her car pets, and they were not taken up and “ cleaned.” Hour after hour did he sit upon her parler sofa, and it was not purified with soapsuds or benzine And at least, one peaceful twilight, it was on the fourteenth day of Sep tember, at the close of a long conver sation—both of the parties being at the time, of sound mind—Johnny’s father kissed Miss Higgins upon her cheek. When I say that she did not imme diately burn out the spot with luoar caustic, you may be prepared for the result. The next week Eunice Dale, late Higgins, was ignominiously expelled from the allied force of Chesterviile ; her name washed out in hot cups of Hyson, and still more burning indig nations. But Eunice made a happy home for her man and his father, aud rejoicing in their content, and her own, she cared not for the “ allied” proceedings. And thus endeth the story of Miss Higgins’ man. A Sympathetic Brooklyn Scoun drel.—Credulous and affectionate wives of Brooklyn havt of late been sadly imposed upon by a scoundrel of the first ordef, a your g man about twenty-seven years of age, well dress ed, about five feet n ne inches in height and of good address* The ras cal has been in the ha )it of learning the business hours of ti e husbands of his prey, and carrying i ito execution his nefarious designs as follows :—He has been wont to call a; the dwelling house of his victim, and request an in terview with Mrs. . Upon that lady making her appearance Mr. Swindler would request her not to be alarmed at what he was about to com municate, although thri information was of a most unpleasa. t character.— But really the unfortnuEite affair must be looked straight in tht? face, and (ta king out his watch) it may yet be time enough to effect the release of Mr. your husband, who is now locked up in tha Tombs for “assaiult and batte ry.” Mr. had requested him, the She would like to see him walk into her house. He wouldn’t stir a step beyond the hall, Bnd as for that stair carpet she was going to take it up and cleanse it, anyway.” This remark, which was warmly applauded, terminated the conference. Johnny did not seem averse to the arrangement. He was at the age when bodily comfort overshadows the mental. He appeared to have a great deal of affection for his father, but there was a Bridget, at the very men tion of whose name he almost gnashed liis teeth. “She was awful—she had shaken him, pinched him, pulled his hair.” Eunice Higgins’ warm heart almost melted within her at the recital of his sufferings. A week passed away, and daily had Miss Higgins’ man gained upon her affections. She was the youngest child of her parents, and had never known the delights of childish society. She had dwelt so long alone, that to have that bright, manly little face opposite hers at the breakfast taole, looking out of the window, hailing her return from her short absences, his merry, innocert prattle and ringing laugh, was all the more agreeable to her than she would be willing to acknowledge. She grew lenient to the boyish nerve of her man, lor the best of boys have unregulated moments ; looked benig- nantly upon him as he capered in the garden paths in startling proximity to her marrow-fats and cluster cucum bers. She ravelled out a long stock ing, and out of oue of her second best Morocco shoes made a ball tor him ; and when he lost it in her best meadow she boldly breasted the clover waves, side by side with him, in pursuit of it. So that beautiful week passed away, and one morning Eunice Higgins was called.from her snowy dairy room by a ring at her front door. Opening it, she confronted a pleas ant looking man of about her own age. Woman’s unerring iutuition said to her, “ This is he.” Here was the opportunity to wither him with her glances. But how could she when he locked so much like Johnny, just such a pleasant manly look in his face.— Eunice did not wither*hitn. “ I have been informed, Madam, that there has been a boy, a runaway boy, here—is it so?” Instead of the prussic acid and vine gar that she had designed to have in her tone, the likeness to her man so softened her voice that it was only pleasantly acidulous, like a ripe lemon. and had rode with him till alternooo» as she replied: ** Yes, sir, it is.” sympathetic stranger, to call aud break it gently” to his wife, and procure $100 cash fro n her, or an equivalent in jewelry, u'oon which lat ter a loan could be obtained- The money was necessary to obtain his temporary release from j‘durance vile” until the examination should come off. The wives thus appealed to rarely re fused to obtain the Requisite sum, which is entrusted to ’’he keeping of the considerate stranger.) who takes his departure and is seen rjo more. Tbe husband returns at his ijisual hour and the swindle is discovered. The game has been played quite frequently of late. The last victim vas Mrs. Otto Loesdiayk, 345 Hamilton avenue, who gave a diamond ring worth $150 to the “kind young fellow” to procure the release of her husband on Monday last. The police are looking after him. ■—♦ — I Jeff Davis will not Support Greeley.—A ridiculous story having been put in circulation that Mr. Da vis had expressed his willingness to support Horace Greeley for President, the following contradiction is tele graphed from Memphis under date of 16th inst: Regarding the statement that Jef ferson Davis had anuouuced himself as a supporter of Greeley, and a dispatch of the 12th inst., from New York cor- coborating the statement, the Appeal an out-auci-out Greeley paper, says: “Mr. Davis authorizes us to say that the story above given is wholly un founded. He never wrote to 31 r. G ree- ley on any subject; never made any promise iu tegard to the Cincinnati tick et to Greeley or any one else, and as there is no other ticket with which to compare it, could not have made the comparison as stated.” We again caution our Democratic friends against the falsehoods with which, true to their instincts and time honored prac tice, the Greeley press are inundating the country. Put no faith in their re ports of democratic apostacy. Of all the love affairs in the world, none can surpass the true love of a big boy for his mother. It is a love pure and noble, honorable in the highest de gree to both. I do not mean a duti ful affection. I mean a love which makes a boy gallant and courteous to his mother, saying to every body plainly that he is fairly in love with her. Next to the love of her husband, nothing so crowns a woman’s life with honor as is second love, this devot.on of the son to her. And I never yet knew a boy to “turn out” bad who began by falling in love with his mo ther — m Anon,