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T HE CO UNT R Y M A N .
TPRNWOLD, GA., APKIL 11, 1865.
^-Bob Toombs is always praying to the
gods to keep him from saying anything
that will injure his country.
Let Bobuel consider his prayers fully
answered. Nothing he says can injure his
c -untry.
Georgia Baptist Convention.—
The Time.—The Georgia Baptist
(state) Convention wiil meet in Co
lumbus, ou friday before the fourth
sabbatli in April, 1865.
[We hope our cotemporaries, who
have announced the time, as publish
ed in our last (third sabbath) will, at
once, correct the mistake.J
Many friends in this section (in. view
of the ‘ breaks ’ on the usual thorough
fare) are asking, ‘How can we get to
Columbus 1 To all such, it gives us
pleasure to state :
If you will be at whatever station
on the Georgia railroad the trains may
be running to, at that time, by tues-
day night, preceding the meeting, we
are authorized to say that brother E.
Steadman will have wagon-teams in
readiness, to convey you (gratis) to
Atlanta. From the latter point, the
way is open, by railroad, to Columbus,
where you will arrive thursday night,
or on triday morning, in time for the
opening of the meeting.
Particular Notice : Let us say to
those who may avail themselves of this
kind offer—write, as scon as practica
ble, to ‘ E. Steadman, Corington, Ga./
in order that he may know how many
to provide for, and arrange according
ly. Those who go on the Georgia
railroad, should, of course, leave on
the same day.—Baptist Banner.
Returning Soldiers.—“Numbers
of soldiers pass through Montgomery,
daily, to join their commands. All
6eern to be in high spirits, and hope
ful. Tennesseeans tell ns that all
men from their state furloughed by
General Hood, are returning to their
commands, with additional recruits,
^ne beats high in every breast.
Xxy, vet to see a desponding
We* have „ « real, not a ‘play’
soldier—we mean - inside and
veteran. The cars, boi*- "''ons
out, are daily crowded with
returning to the army, whose shouts
ring out gladly; Let the people in
fuse this cheerful spirit, and write con
tented, pleasant letters to the army,
and all will soon be well. Have no
sickening refrain of ‘when this cruel
war is over but let every voice send
up the stirring words of to arms ! to
arms !”
The Shipwreck.
BY CAHLTON HILLYEH.
I.
What form divine is wrestling with the sea?—
The raging stormy sea,
The cruel, crawling, angry sea,
The briny, stern, relentless sea,
While the mocking, treacherous breaker* roar,
From the rocky, far-ofT, fatal shore—
The proud, unheeding shore—
The ever-sounding, scornful shore.
ii.
Ah! the bark that proudly had smiled at morn —
That kissed the winds ot morn—
That rode the treacherous sea of morn —
That spurned the cringing waves of morn—
Has sunk, with all her banners furled,
Down to a dead and sunless world—
A hungry, wearv world—
A death-crowned, loathsome, gloomy world.
hi.
Oh! manhood, must thou perish in thy prime V
Thy fearless, glorious prime—
Thy tender, love-crowned, joyous prime—
Thy fame-proud, golden, high-born prime—
And perish in the mad and laithless sea,
When all her waves were born 1o honor thee—
Were made, by God, for thee—
Were made with laud, aud sky, for thee.
IV.
What angel arms are clinging round thy breast,
What face against thy breast—
What golden tresses o’er thy breast—
Thy godlike, strong, and fearless breast V
It is, it is tby sleeping bride,
The love of all thy manhood’s pride—
Of all thy hope, and pride—
Of all thy wealth, and power, and pride,
v.
What recks it that thine argosy is lost ?—
With all her wealth is lost—
With air her dear-bought fame is lost—
With all her strength, aud beauty, lost:
While thou do.t bear tby faithful bride,
Safe from out the stormy tide—
From out the lashing tide—
From out the foaming, windy tide.
VI.
Some men, in all the toil, and woe of life—
The stormy wars of life—
The treacherous, vengeful sea of life—
The battle-blood of soldier life—
Are grandest, strongest, when they move,
To toil in name of priceless love—
In power of God, and love—
In might of woman’s changeless love.
Delectable.— We are informed
that quite a inouey brokerage is go
ing on between this city and Charles
ton. The most, notable case reported,
is that of a woman having gone to
^’"vleston Vfitb ten dollars in gold,
Uu«. l >f oC t ten thousand dollars
and brongu. ^ey. She is report-
in confederate mo*.^ hundred dol
ed off again, with two - ”t load,
bus in gold, to bring back a c«*.-
We anticipate a kegira of all the ie~
male hucksters in town. Bridge Raw j
will very soon become aristocratic.—
Augusta Const.
IIuw They write in England.—
The higher circles of English society
cultivate penmanship with care, and
success. The queen’s hand-writing is
beautiful—flowing, and elegant, and
feminine. Prince Albert’s biographer
compares the prince to Goethe, who
would take inordinate pains, even in
writing a short note, that it should be
admirably written. He did not un
derstand the merit of second best,
but everything that was to be done,
must be done perfectly. The prince
consort took the greatest interest in
the caligraphy of his children, and
few young people write more elegant
ly, arid, at the same time, more dis
tinctly, than the princes, and princes
ses of England. Loid Palmerston’*
hand-writing is free, firm, and consid
ering his great age, by no means ob
scure. Lord Derby writes a capital
hand—at once elegant, and legible—
an aristocratic hand, if there he such
a thing. Earl Russell’s is a smaller
and more feminine hand, yet clear as
his expositions of constitutional law,
and as incisive, in its 6tyle, as some
of his despatches are burning, though
rash, in matter. Mr. Cobden’s hand
writing is round, bold, and commer
cial—the band of one who began life
as a junior clerk, in days when good
penmanship was perhaps the rule, ra
ther than the exception, among
schoolboys of any ambition. Mr.
Bright’s is a somewhat smaller hand,
rapid, and flowing, yet legible. Mr.
Gladstone’s is a hurried and impetu*
eus hand—the writing of a man
whose thoughts flow so thick, and fast
that they outstrip the pen. Yet he
holds the quill in a firm grasp, and
his letters are large, and well formed*.
The Duke of Newcastle’s long, well-
formed, and very distinct letters>
would, perhaps, gain him the prize
for caligraphy among living states
men ; vet bis penmanship is inferior
to that of the late Marquis of Welles
ley, who wrote, perhaps, the best
hand of bis day. Every one remem
bers bow plain and distinct were the
notes beginning ‘F. M., the Duke of
Wellington, presents his compliments/
although every one may not be aware
that many of the communications so
highly prized, by autograph collect
tors, were written by the duke’s se
cretary.—London Saturday Review.
“A lady, being so unfortunate as to
have her husband hang himself on an
apple-tree, the wife of a neighbor
immediately came to beg a branch of
*’-ee, for grafting. * For who
the ‘ 1 she, ‘ but it may bear
knows/ ?aiu . '‘•’it?’”
(lie same kind of Uv%.
