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224 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%.