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VOLUME IV. ROME STOVE AND HOLLOW-WARE WORKS !! A WRITTEN GUARANTEE WITH EVERY STOVE SOLD. IF ANY PIECE RRKAKS FROM HEAT, OR ANYTHING IS THE MAT TER WITH YOUR STOVE, BRING IT BACK AND WE IVILL FIX IT IN TWO HOURS OR GIVE YOU ANOTHER ONE. EVERY ARTICLE WARRANED. POTS, OVENS, SAILLETS AND LlD']' OF ALL SORTS, JOHN .1. SEAY, Proprietor. Ollier and Salesroom 30 Broad St., Koine, Georgia FOUNDRY CORNER FRANKLIN STREET AND RAILROAD. Coppe', Tin and Sheeuiron Ware. TIN ROOFING, GUTTERING AND JOB WORK PROMPTLY ATTENDED TO TIN WAHL SOL* VERY CHEAP. aprs-6m. NuW IS frit TIME TO SUBSCRIBE! the: SUMMERVILLE GAZETTE WILL BE FURNISHED TO SUBSCRIBERS, postage prepaid, AT THE FOLLOWING RATES: ONE VEAR - - -- Ufa SIX MONTHS - - - LOO THREE MONTHS - 50 These rates, considering the amount of matter furnished, make The Gazette The Cheapest Weekly Paper In North Georgia. In order to enable every one to become a subscriber and sup porter of a g tod, substantial home paper, the prise has been reduced to these low figures. Therefore, you are expected to give us your aid. Take it yourself, and see that all your neighbors take it. Is* You need It ! Y our Family Needu It! Your IVeipflilxorw TVeel It! THE GAZETTE has endeavored to keep all the promises made by its proprie tors upon its introduction to the public. This is a guarantee of good failh on their part, when they assert that it will hereafter not only maintain the high standard of it* past, career, but will be constantly improved, as experience suggests and ability enables. The wish and purpose of its management is to make the MOST USEFUL AND READABLE JOURNAL That its income will afford, with self denial, constant eff irt, available talent and high pride in their calling, upon the part ofnt> p ’ hers arid editor. Asa PAI*EII I*’ ,j>KTn iE I^AMILY It will Iks we'oouod tor tile purity and variety of its miscellany carefully selected from the best foreign arid American literature and for its educational influence in furnishing the e>:>-nmt News cf ih3 Day in Brief. THE GAZETTE being of True Democratic principles will countenance nothing but Truth, Justice, and fair dealing to all, and exposing all Rings, Cliques, Frauds, and everything that is calculated to injure or defraud the public. The Manufacturing Interests of Northwest Georgia and Surrounding country, will receive constant attention, and every measure calculated to promote them, especially the development of the various industries of this region, will find in The Gazette hearty support Thanking the public for the favor shown the pajier in the past, we invite renewed and enlarged support for the x’uture, of our efforts in assisting to make the South the peer, in industrial prosperity, educational facilities and political liberality, of any other section of the American Union. Address all communications to CLEMENT & S JN, Su (,'hattooga Georgia. SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA, JUNE 1, 1877. Popping the Question One of the Danbury young men who has occasionally escorted a young lady home on Sunday evening, and went in for lunch, after performing both services last Sunday night, suddenly said to her: “Do you talk in your sleep?'' “Why—no,” she answered in sur prise. "Do you walk in your sleep?” he next inquired. “No, sir.” He moved his chair an inch elosor, and with increased interest asked: “Do you snore? ’ “No,” she hastily replied, looking un easily at him. At this reply his eyes fairly sparkled. His lips eagerly parted, and he gave his chair another hitch, he briskly inquired: “Do you throw the cotubings from your hair in the wash basin?" “What's that?” she asked with a blauk face. He repeated the question, although with increased nervousness. “No, 1 don’t,” she answered, in soma haste. . Again his chair went forward, while bis agitation grew so great that he could seareely maintain his place upon it as he further asked: “l)o you cleau out the couth when you arc through?" “Of course I do,” she said, staring at him with all her might. “Do you sutler with cold feet of nights?” This was a stunner, but she promptly replied: “No, I don't.” In an instant he was on his knees be fore her, his eyes ablaze with flame, and his hands outstretched. “Oh, my dear Miss, I love you,” he passionately cried. “I give my whole heart to you. Love me, and 1 will be your slave. Love me as I love you, and I will do everything on eart h for you. Oh, will you take uie to be your lover, your husband, your protector, your every thing?” It was a critical moment for a young woman of her years, but she was equal to the emergency, as a woman generally is, and she scooped him in . Danbury News. Pretty Tolerable Mean. A Detroit doctor recently uiet an ex patient of his on State street and called the man’s attention to the fact that, he had a bill against him for medical services. “Can’t pay,’’ replied the man. “Do you Want to pay?” sternly demand ed the physician. “Of course I do, but I'd like a little time-” “How much?” “About twenty years.” “I’ll sue the bill!” exclaimed the dootar. “Sue away, for I ain’t worth but a shirt and a half, and I am growing poorer every day.” “Well, sir, you are a blamed mean man!” continued the doctor. “How mean am I? I’lease state what grade of meanness you mean?” “I mean,” said the doctor, as he got more color in his ear, “I mean that you are mean enough to pretend to die to spite your creditors and make your wife trouble. You are mean enough to let them bury you in form. Then, if I came at night, dug you up, carried your carcass on my badk for a mile rod a half, you’d he mean chough to come to life, pick my pocket*; and want me to hire you to fill up the grave again.” ‘2ls that your candid opinion, doctor?” “Ye*ir, it is!” “Well, doctor, you may drive on. If you have time during the day, please write me out a chart, for you beat howler by a length and a half. Good bye, doc tor; seems like spring doesn’t it?” *4 ♦ •> The Origin of Man. One of the delightful days of last week a young lady, well known in the exclusive first circles of San Francisco society lor unrivaled personal charms and elegance of accomplishments, was driven around to make a congratulatory call upon a married iady friend who was happily convalescing from that occasional sacred event in the lives of wedded ladies, which, far from being a sickness, is tne perfect culmina ri mof their health. She was shown into the pai lor, and for a few minutes required to arrange for the reception in that room where mother and child were doing as well as could be expected, was left with no other to entertain her than the only son and heir of’ the house. Master Charles, then in his fourth year. Hut Charlie was fully equal to the situation, and promises to grow up into an ornament of society that will never b abashed by beauty, however brilliant, into the painful nega tive of “no conversation.” After some unessential preliminary remarks, Master Charles approached nearer the visitor and, lowering his tone into the confiden tial, asked: “Miss , oo dot a baby?” The young lady gave one swift glance around to assure herself there was no other hearer of this pertinent question, and replied: “No, Charlie, dear. I have not. “And did oo never have a baby?” In spite of the youth of her eager inter locutor her handsome eyes dropped before his ingenuous gaze, and her pretty face flushed as she replied: “No, Charlie, I never did. Is not this | a beautiful day?” “And ain’t oo never doin to have no] baby?” persisted Charlie declining to en- ter on the tempting conversational side track of the weather. “My boy, 1 can't tell. Tell me all the names of whom these are the photo graphs.” “And don’t oo want a baby?” “Well, Charlie, what a close questioner you are. If you are not careful you will grow into one of those newspaper inter viewers, and then what will your poor mamma think of you?” “Because,” continued Charlie, utterly refusing to he switched off, “1 know where oo tan det one. The doctor brought my mamma one, and he keepth them in hith tiffith. You juth do down Elltth threet to Martet threet and den oo do down Jgartet threet to Tarney threet, and don oo do dawn Targey threet ever tho far, and den oo do up a lot of thairth and thath where he teeps ’em. And they’re awful chep, too. My Papa hathn't paid for my mamma’s baby yet, but both doin to.” “Well; Chatlie, I’m sure I’m much obliged to you for your full directions, and I'll know just where to go." “Oh Mith ,oo needn't do. I’ll toll my papa just ath thooti athever he tutus home that oo want a baby and he’ll det one for 00. and—’ That young lady seized that little boy by his shoulders, and leaning over so as to look full into his eyes, she said, with an impressiveness lent by sudden terror: “See here, Charlie, listen to me. I don't want any baby yet, and if you ever say anything about it to your paoa, I’ll never like you any more at all, at all, never, never, never. Now, will you promise?” “Well, if oo don't wanta boby I won't; but I t’ot everybody liked to have babieth. Ido.” . The interview was here terminated by the entrance of a servant to usher the visitor into the presence ot the conva lescent lady— San Francisco Paper, Melt Them. A hoy was trying co make a ‘plummet’ out of some shot lie hammered them Hat, laid them one upon another, and then hammered them with his might, to make them adhere and unite in a solid mass. It. was all in vain; they grew thinner, and smoother and more polished, but would not unite, notwithstanding all this ham mering. “My son,” said his father, “you had better melt them.” No sooner said than done. In they went into the melting ladle, and the lire soon took oil the sharp edges, burned out the cross, and turned the whole into one refined and united mass. Is not this the surest way to Christian union? Have we not had about enough of beating and banging, hammering and striking? Have not men been trying long enough to weld cold iron, consolidate cold lead, and unite cold Christians? “Melt them,” and keep them melted, and then instead of your toiling to bring Christians together the devil will begin to take active measures to keep them apart, lie will stir them up on differences of faith -for you know he is very orthodox in faith, he “believes and trembles;” he will agitate them o ordinances and forms, for he is familiar with that subject; he will excite them to contend about hope, and quarrel over things which they do not understand; but he will try to keep them free from love, which is greater than either faith or hope can be. Do not he ensnared by his devices. Do not he content to be a religious gong, a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal, but. seek the mighty melting power of grace divine, which comes from Jesus Christ, joins men’s hearts and hands in loving labor, and which unites Christians to each other, because they are made one of Him, their Lord aud king and head. Paddled Her Own Boat. The train was approaching Atlanta, and the obliging conductor went up to the homely old lady who was evidently travel ing alone, and said: “Madam have you a companion?” “Oh yes, sir; Martha Ann made me fetch along her little black ridikule that she calls a kumpanyun!” “No! no! I mean an escort!” “A what, sir?” and she looked at him hard enough to break her spectacles. “A fellow traveler with you?” explain ed the conductor desperately- She rose. Her uplifted hand looked deadly in its black mitten garniture “You good for-nothing scarnp; no, sir! The idee of me, a lone woman, with no natural protector but a sheep skin kivered Acw Testimerit, having a feller travelin’ with me! Your mother ought to weep over yer imperdence, young man, and I’ll have ye to know that I kin git along in this world about as well as any sixty-year old widow that you ever struck agiril” By this time the conductor was out on the platform wiping the perspiration from his face, and swearing that the old lady might “go it alone” to her heart's con tent. —Atlanta Constitution. The following correspondence took place between a young Baltimore lady contemplating matrimony and a lady friend in Han Francisco, whose father was on a visit to Baltimore: “Dear : I have your father’s con sent to your serving as bridesmaid. Will you come?” To which the following laconic answer was received in a few hours: “Bear : You bet. What is the color of your dress? The following concise response was sent: “Dear : Navy blue, and hurry up.” The Tongue of Slander. There never was anyhing more vile than the tongue of slander. There arc in all communities a class of people who de light in whisperings of some dark story detrimental to tho character of others. When these whisperings are made against men it is bad enough; but when they im plicate the reputation of female character —virtuous womanhood and innocent girl hood—we believe them to be unpardon able sins. The man who would breathe aught against the character of an honest woman or a guileless girl without cause and for the sake of scandal, he is desti tute of all the impulses of true manhood. There can be no viler trait in one’s char acter than to he guilty of so foul a depre dations upon society. The Express will alway be found the unflinching champion of female charac ter and defender of the sanctity of the family circle. It despises the baseness of anyone who would invade the sacred precincts of either. In short, we despise the slanderer as we would a rattlesnake and woud not hesitate to treat him as such where we were personally interested. No father, husband, or brother, we are glad to believe, could be prosecuted suc cessfully in this country for taking the life of the slanderer for blighting the reputation of a virtuous daughter, wife or sister. Hell is too good a place for the slan derer of female character. Such a char acter is as much to be feared as a mad dog in the community, and powder and lead is the quickest way to get all such out of the way. Cartersville Express. What a Man Can Stand. An accident recently occurred in Hun terdon county, a railroad employee being thrown from a train by a sudden jerk with great force, his right shoulder striking the iton rail, his body and limbs partly on tho same, and between the wheels, one car passing over the unfortunate man’s body, the next car resting upon his chest and stomach. Under this tremendous weight (six tons) he suffered several minutes, until his fellow-workmen, with a united force, lifted the ear from his body. His face, when the ear was re moved, was perfectly black and his vision entirely gone. 11 is injuries were supposed to he fatal, consisting of a fracture of the thigh bone, a dislocation of the same at the hipjoint, making the limb, by meas urement, one and a half inches longer than the other; also, a fracture ot the collar-bone in two different, places; the ribs where the wheels rested upon the breast broken, five in number, and press ing upon the heart and lungs; a flesh wound several inches deep in the rigut thigh, and the eyes partly protruding from their sockets. 'J lie doctor immedi ately set the fractured bones, and with the assistance of those present succeeded, after several persevering efforts, in put ting the bone to its place by rotation (which is raid to be one of the most dilli cult operations in rurgery, and probably one of tho very few of the kind ever per formed in this State). The remarkable part is that the patient is improving and will probably get out again. Cincinnati ('ummercud. The Newspaper as a Civilizer. Philip Gilbert Hamilton, in his admira ble paper on ‘ Intellectual Life,” thus talks of ‘the paper:’ “Newspapers are to the civilized world what the daily house talk is to the members of the family—they keep our daily interest in each other they save us from the evils of isolation. '1 o live as a member of the great white race that has filled Europe and America and colonized or conquered whatever terri tory it has been pleased to occupy, to share from day to day its thought, its cares; its inspiration; it is necessary that every man should read his paper. Why are the French peasants so bewildered and at sea? It is because they never read a newspaper And why are the inhabi tants of the United States, though scat tered over u territory fourteen times the urea of France, so much more interested in new discoveries of all kinds and capa ble of selecting and utilizing the best of them? It is because the newspapers pen etrate everywhere, and even the lonely dweller on the prairie or the forest is not intellectually isolated from tho great cur rents of public life which flow through the telegraph and press. Flirtation. “In a certain sense,” says a modern writer, “all attractive females are more or less flirts. It is true there are some women about as good looking as *.he rough side of a horse-radish grater, who read with glasses and eat with porcelain teeth, and yet flirt’ There is an excuse for them. It is business with them. They are obliged to snap at the first chance like hungry wolves. Hut girls who don’t liave to jump at chances flirt because its pretty busine.s. True it is pretty, and it is right. 1 1 is a very different thing from being a heartNs coquette. Flirting in the sense we mean is the only way a girl has to find out what her future husband is like. A man always approaches a girl dressed in society politeu ss, and it is the girl’s duty to pierce this thin coating of sugar and plum, and learn what is be neath. She cannot accomplish this with out flirting.” - -♦ ♦*- Had luck is simply a man with his hands in his pockets and his pipe in his mouth looking on to see Imw it will coum out- Good luck is a man of pluck, with his sleeves roiled up ami working to make it come out all right. NUMBER 23. Life. —Live for something! A cs, and for something worthy of opportunities for noble deeds and achievements. Every man and every woman, has his or her as signment in the duties and responsibilities of daily life. We are in the world to make the world letter; to lift it up to higher levels of enjoyment and progress; to make its hearts and homes brighter and happier, by devoting to our fellows our best thoughts, activities and influences. It is the motto of ever true heart, and the genius of every noble life, that “no man liveth to himself” —lives simply for his own selfish good. It is a law of our intellectual and moral being, that we pro mote our own happiness in the exact pro portion that wo contribute to the com fort and enjoyment of others. Nothing worthy of tho name of happiness is pos sible to the experience of those who live | only for themselves, all oblivious of tho welfare of their fellows. There are some coincidences in the lives of the Presidents. Jefferson was born eight years after his predecessor, Adams; Madison eight years after his predecessor, Jefferson; Monroe eight years after Madison, and John Quincy 1 Adams eight years after Monroe, Adams was sixty-six years old when he retired from the Presidency; Jefferson was sixty I six; Madison was sixty-six; Monroe was ! sixty-six; andJo.hu Quiuey Adams, had lie been elected to a second term, would have been sixty six. Adams, Jefferson and Monroe each died on the 4th of July; Adams and Jefferson on the same 4th of . July (1826); Washington, Jefferson, Mud j ison, Monroe and Jackson, who were | elected twice had no sons; John Alums, ! John Quincy Adams, Van Huron and | Harrison, who were elected once, had sons. Don’t carry your hymn book in your hand when you go to the house of worship and your ledger in your head. The Lord can see through your skull. Don’t whisper in church, chew tobacco and spit on the floor. You would not do that in your own house. I) .n’t walk into the house of worship with your hat on. You bare your head when you enter a lady’s parlor. Is your lady friend entitled to more respect than your Creator? Don’t spend the time devoted to prayer to idiotically gazing about, whispeiing or note writing; they are silly and rude if i not sinful. Don’t think when you have gone to church on Sunday it entitles you to do as you please the balance of the week. The upright man lives through the six as he does the seventh day. Why She Wouldn't Speak. When a Chicago young man went down stairs the other mort ing lie remembered that his wife, who was preparing break fust, had not spoken to him when he got up, and so he cheerfully said: “Good morning, little lady!" Not a word cauie in reply. “Good morning,” said he again, in a higher key, thinking that she might not have heard him before. “Urn —’in ’in," was all that escaped from her sealed lips, as she went on with the work. "Why under the sun don't you answer me?” exclaimed he in surprise; “what's the matter? what have 1 done to offend you?” “Um'—ui’—-’m,” was still the only sound elicited. “Look here?’’ then exclaimed the hus band, as he jumped up and knocked over a cup of coffee. “1 don’t swallow a mouthful of this breakfast until you tell me what’s the matter.” “What’s the matter!” echoed she, sud denly turning upon him with flashing eyes. And then she continued: “John Adell Suiithster, the next time that 1 dream I see you kissing another woman, I—l willl leave the house! boo-hoo!” A boy of seventeen and a girl of fifteen went from Kentucky, where the law re quires parentage consent lor the marriage of minors, across the river to Cincinnati, where they were able to pet u license and have the ceremony performed’ They had been married about, an hour when tho bride’s father arrived; but, being unable to detain the couple, he had the boy ar -1 rested on a charge cf larceny in stealing I the girl’s clothing. Then the groom's father came, and became the young peo -1 pie’s friend in need by giving bail. | It is generally predicted that, owing to the effects of the great war now raging in Europe, cotton will not be worth mote I than five cents a pound next fall. There i is an enormous stock now on hand in ' England, more perhaps than will be need ;ed for manufacturing purposes under present circumstances; u large American J crop will simply serve to increase a snr j plus, and prices will be forced down to a ! ru'nous figure, it will be a bud year for oo t ton. A young lady and gentleman disputing upon a subject, the lady tenderly re marked: “Sir, we can never agree in anything.” “You are wrong, madam,” said lie. “If you were to go into a room in which there were two beds, a woman in one and a man in the other, with whom would you sleep?” I “With tho woman, of course,” replied j she, emphatically, i "So would I,” replied the gent. — It, is pleasant to shake hands with a I girl whose lingers are covered with diu- I moiids, tor you feel that you have a for | tune within your very grasp.