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HAPPY, BY JULIAN GBAT. We met—a gentle maid and I, One golden summer, when A iimple flower told my love, And told me hers again; She gave to me a promise true, And I was happy then. We met again— the maiden was My sweet bride, 0 so fair! The same wee flower w’ore she then In clusters in her hair; We laid onr hearts upon one shrine, And I was happy there. We went into a changing world, Care both onr lives beset; And often o’er some fated joy The tear our cheeks has wet; But still her changeless love is mine, And I am happy yet And far out in the lessening sky, I see the faith-light quiver; And underneath its beckoning ray Our barque upon the river; And in the haven read that we May happy be forever. UNDER THE LILACS. By MBS. E. BUBKE COLLINS. Dorothy West leaned over the garden gate, in the twilight, softly humming to herself; her blue eyes anxiously watching the road stretch* isg out to the distant village. •Why don’t Tom come ?’ she exclaimed at last, impatiently. ‘Guess he’s gone a courtin’ an other gal!’ ‘piped a shrill voice at her elbow. A grave, quaint, old fashioned face peered into hers; a queer little old man, of six or there- abonts, with solemn, owlish eyes, and a tow- head, surmounted by a brimless straw hat ‘What do you want, Billy ?’ Billy’s face brightened a trifle. 'Want you, sister Dorrie ; want yon to come with me! ’ ‘But, I can’t go child ; I’m busy,—I’m—’ ‘Sister Dorrie ; don’t you know it is wicked to tell wrong stories ? Now, don’t you 'member the time I stoled the jam, and told you I didn’t; how'orful mad you was, and how you scolded me, and ’lowed that liars always went to Sulphur lake??’ ‘Sulphur lake ! ’ echoed Dorrie. •Yes, you knows ; the lake where its all sul phur and brimstone, and there aint no heaven, and little angels, with wings and things ?’ ‘Billy! you bad child, you musn't talk in that way J I’ll have to tell mother!’ ‘You do, and you’ll be sorry, that’s all! For I shan’t tell you what I come to tell you!’ ‘I don’t care to hear it.’ Do run away, Billy ; that’s a good child ! I wan’t to be alone ; be sides, its getting late, and will soon be your bed time. Bun in to mother, do !’ Slowly, the little fellow moved away, in re luctant obedience. Half way up the long walk that led to the porch of the old farm house he paused. ‘Jolly ! Women never will take advice! I’ll run and tell Tom she won’t come. My eyes ! won t there he a row ?’ He trotted off in the direction of the orchard, some distance from the house. Just at the out skirts of the orchard, a half dozen huge lilacs grew, loading the air with sweetness. Here, on a rustic seat, sat a young man in an attitude of expectancy—a young man with a noble face, and grave earnest eyes. He sprang to his feet, as the child drew near. •Wouldn't she come !’ he cried in a tone of disappointment. ‘Says she’s busy,’ answered the little mis chief-maker, demurely. ‘Wouldn’t budge an inch—for me.’ Tom Willis sat down and covered his face with bis hands. Twilight deepened its gray shadows; the night birds chirped in the lilacs. ‘I wonder if she’s offended because I sent the request for her to come out here,’ he soliloquis ed at last. ‘Billy, if I give you a note for your sister, will you deliver it at once ?’ ‘Yes, o’conrse I’ll ’liver it to her—why not ? He thrust both hands into his pockets jwith a ludicrous assumption of gravity. ‘I’d go into the house and see her,’ continued Tom, ‘but I can’t after such a cold message as that! Perhaps when she hears that I’m going away, she’ll change her mind.’ He hastily tore a leaf from his note book, and in the gathering twilight scribbled these words: ‘Dobbie, deab Dobbie, Forgive my presumption in asking you to meet me under the lilacs tonight. But I fan cied you might come, and listen!—Dorrie it was io tell you good bye—for I start tomorrow for Florida. I received the offer late last night and must go at once. It’s a fine chance, and when I return, I’ll be able to ask a certain question, of the sweetest girl I know. If she will give me one little ray of hope to carry with me— send a line to the post office tomorrow morning. I leave at nine o’clock. Yours forever, Tom’ He folded the hurried scrawl and laid it in the chubby hand, together with a bright silver half dollar. ‘For me?’ shrieked Billy, in' delight. •For you, Billy. I’m going away tomorrow, don’t forget me when I am gone.’ ‘You bet.’ Billy thrust the sote vehemently away down into his gaping pocket, and the silver followed in its wake. •There,’ he ejaculated, with great satisfaction, 'that’s safe. Well, Tommy I’m off—goodbye.’ ‘Good bye, Billy. Shall I see yon back to the house ?’ ‘Thank you, Mr. Willis,’ responded the mite, with dignity, ‘a man can take care of himself.’ He trudged off as he spoke. Tom watched the childish form until it disappeared among the trees. Darkness had now fallen over every thing; the night birds had ceased their chirp ing; a voice in the distance called anxiously: •Billy, Billy, where are you, child ?’ It was Dorrie. •What a fuss, to make about nothin’!’ piped Billy, suddenly making his appearance on the wide porch, where the family had assembled, in search of the little truant. ‘Can’t a feller take a walk by hisself ’thout all this row ?” ‘Not such a wee man, as you,’ answered his ikther— a kindly-faced old farmer, as he seized his young hopeful by the arm, not roughly, though ; for they were never rough with Billy. He was such an odd mixture of gravity and comicality, sense and nonsense, that ho was a general favorite. ‘I’m out putty late,’ observed Billy, gravely ; *bnt ’twont happen no more. Sister Dorrie, I think I’ll go to bed, now.’ Dorrie arose from her low seat, on the porch. Her faoe was very pale, and there was a drawn look about her pretty mouth. Tom’s non-ap- pearance trobled her, and she was taking the disappointment hard. Billy began to feel a lit tle nneasy. Child, as he was, he knew that in withholding Tom’s message, from his sister, he had not done right. That which he had, at first, intended as a childish joke, began to as sume larger proportions. The child was not had—only wayward, and passionately fond of I liming, and he resolved to set wrong right. As soon M Dorrie had accompanied him to the nnrsery, and prepared to assist him in the process of disrobing, he put his hand into his pocket. ' ‘I’ll give her the letter, now—to make up for my badness,’ he said to himself, ‘but I must tease her a little, first.’ He thrust his hands into both pockets. II hat! Nothing there! The letter and his bright, new silver piece gone.! It did not seem possible, but diligent Bearch proved that it was too true. Billy felt ready to cry, but manfully restrained his emotion. ‘I won’t tell her, to-night,” he said mentally, ‘To-morrow morning I’ll go out early and hunt the letter up.’ He stifled his impulse to make a clean breast of the whole matter, and was soon sleeping the sleep of the just. About midnight that night somebody rapped loudly at the door of Dorrie’s room. It aroused her from a troubled slumber. ‘Who’s there ?’ She said. Her mother’s voice answered: ‘Get up Dorrie—right off ! Billy’s got the croup, the worst way. Come down and help me. Oh ! I don’t know what I shall do.’ Dorrie was out of bed aud had a wrapper on before the sentence was finished. She hastened to the nursery. Poor little Billy 1 All night long Dorrie watched over the child ; all that human power could do, was done. Ever and anon the sufferer made frantic efforts to speak. There was evidently something on his mind. Dorrie’s heart ached at his desperate attempts to unburden it. ‘Nevermind, darling,' she said soothingly, stooping over the little form, ‘tell sister in the morning.’ Bat, alas, when morning came the roguish eyes were closed ; the little hands were folded from their play, forevermore ; the restless feet were still, for all time ; Billy, the household pet and torment; the youngest of the flock, was dead! It was a heavy blow, but that was not the worst that Dorrie had to bear, for before noon of that day, she received the news of Tom Wil lis’ departure for Florida, for an indefinite stay. It was the last drop in her overflowing cnp. fit# * * * Time passed slowly by. The lilacs were in bloom again ; and Dorrie had never heard a word from the absent one. ‘Tom Welles got home, last night! ’ said her father at breakfast, one morning; ‘wonderfully improved, too. How fond he used to be of Billy—poor little Billy !’ His voice choked. Dorrie arose from the table and went out doors—away down to where the lilacs were filling the air with fragrance. She sat down on the rustic seat; her head rest ing on her hands. She had not sat there for many months. What was that shining amid the moss and grass, at her feet ? Mechanically, she stooped, and found a silver half dollar. Her eyes caught the gleam of something white, flattering at the roots of one of the lilacs. She drew it forth ; torn and wind-tossed, stained and defaced ; the letter had reached its owner, at last. The silver pieces and the note had merely passed through one of the apertures in Billy’s pocket, and landing on the ground, had remained safely housed from storm and tempest, amid the twigs and roots, at the foot of the lilac tree. With a fast beating heart, Dorrie opened the half effaced epistle, and slowly read the contents. Hark! A quick step sounded on the grass near hear, and a hand put aside the branches of the lilac. ‘Dorrie! ’ ‘Tom !’ ‘I ventured to call,’ Tom said; hesitatingly, though he still held her hand in his, ‘and your mother said, that—you were out here—some place.’ She held up this soiled letter ‘What does this mean ?’ said Dorrio. Tom’s eyes flashed. ‘I found it there,’ continued Dorrie, growing very pale. ‘There is a great mistake somewhere, Tom—have—you changed your mind ?’ For answer, he spread his arms, and Dorrie crept within their shelter. And so, under the lilacs, they were re-united, never to part again. AUI1ELIAFSCONQUEST. BY JO. BEAN. But at last Aurelian, lifting his eyes from the burning plain, is refreshed by the sight of wav ing Palm trees, and lofty turrets and spires, and his wearied horse like himself,seems nerved and quickened by the hope of early rest and shade. The Roman legions fall sternly into line, and solidly the conquering army follows its leader, up to the citadel they have thirsted and striven for so long. The outer wall is reach ed with no sound save the slight clanking of armor that galls its wearers, the tramping of war horses, and the murmurs of the advancing host. The vast city seems like a city of the dead; there are no sentinels on the walls, no loiterers at the gates, no gossipers on the long £ venues and lofty colonades. The fountains alone leap with their wonted crystals; and their laughing sound and the peacock’s scream are a striking contrast to the muffled silence of the city. Aurelian knows how long his tried and valiant hosts have been restrained, and now he smilingly turns and bids them, go reap the fruits and flowers they have struggled for so long, and selecting his chosen guard he advan ces to the imperial palace. And soon, within the stillness of the houses where women have been sad and weeping, mailed forms enter, and the sons of glory and conquest mingle with the beautiful daughters of defeat and dismay. And woman worships power, and many of these youthful nobility of Home with their martial forms and handsome faces, now relaxed from effort and desirous of pleasing, are graciously received by the daughters of Palmyra, who suf fering from privation and suspense have long ed to know the worst; and now the worst is known they feel relief. And before night, many voices, accustomed only to command, are hush ed into soft conciliatory pleadings, lustrous eyes have dropped their tears on manly breasts, soft rounded arms have been clasped to forms whose spirits knew no fear, and passive women feeling there can be do better and no worse, give themselves up to the delirious and intoxi cating passion of the hour. And Aurelian has reached the royal palace, wandered through the groves of orange and of citron, he has ascended the lofty elevation of massive marble stairs, he has paused by the cooliug fountain in the vestibnle, and a horri ble dread that the matchless form of the peer less queen may be still in death, comes over him and makes him shudder. He looks round anxiously, and some one, divining his anguish points np the winding avenue, and he, exclaim ing, ‘let no one follow me on pain of death,’ moves away. His hand, that hand of power and of might, falters strangely as he taps npon the door which from the wealth of adornment he knows is the apartment of majesty. There is no answer, he expected none ; his warrant is his wish. Power may appropriate without intruding, while weak ness is thanklul for the space it oconpies. Au relian has entered. The light penetrates the lofty apartment, blended through fleecy curtains, and falling softly on all those lesser, subtler charms of a woman's boudoir. The easy reclining ohairs and couches, the neglected late, the elegant robes which suggest the royal wearer, flowers, soft perfumes and there. Oh wonderful, startling! lies the Jewel of the casket. Not reclining, but fallen across the fringed canopy, the majestic figure lax and languid, with its full round neck and arms escaped from the Tyrian purple, and the exquisitely formed anA sandalled foot ex posed, but all like a marble statue—Diana, chaste and cold. He approaches her as heathens draw near to their idols : He kneels, bends over and gazes on the face. She is not dead, but in the flushed cheek and wild expression he reads delirium. She shrinks from him, startled, bnt in vain; her head sinks powerlessly, her hand falls passively, her eyes closed heavily and a vacant smile flits over the face. Aurelian draws hack, flings off the heavy armor, the weighty buckles, flings off Aurelian, the emperor, and flings down Aurelian, the man, beside the beautiful, unconscious Zeno- hia. Gently and tenderly he pushes back the dark, silken hair, lifts the wearied form upon his breast, and bringing his face near the pearly ear, he whispers softly: ‘ I come with tidings of your destiny.’ At this announcement, the blush springs back into her cheek, her eyes flash full upon him, and with the strength of despair, she springs erect, as she exclaims, ‘Is it so; how goes my fate and kingdom ?’ ‘You are still, fair princess, goddess of the sun and plain, buff your fate is linked with that of another, and that otjier stoops now to ask if he can sooth® your sufferings.’ ‘ Fair prince,’ replied Zenobia, 'for heaven has set its seal of royalty upon you, forgive a woman’s weakness, for my senses flutter and reason staggers on her throne. Oh ! I have spent months of such fearful anguish, hunted and driven to my covert like a beast of prey, struggling day by day while hope grew faint and fainter. 0'n ! those terrible and mighty Romans, with their invincible Aurelian.’ ‘But your majesty,’ responded Aurelian, ‘ those scenes are blotted out. Borne seeks.with Palmyra to capitulate, and here I bring her warrants.’ ‘And can it he,’ murmured Zenobia, ‘there still is hope? Methought that joy and hope were dead forever. I think I do remember now, it was some awful dream. From hours of effort and of suffering, seeing my faithfnl war riors baffled and torn, I hurried here to snatch a brief repose. But Morpheus mocked me, for in that sleep I dreamed myself again amidst the battle, and there while I watched, my legions struggled all in vain; it seemed to me, the Boman eagles leaped from their standards into life, and poised like a black cloud over us, eager to de scend and devour. And when in terror I looked down from those vultures to my host, my warriors seemeji to sink down into pros trate reptiles and orawl away, and still as the cloud lowered fiercer and blacker, I seemed wading up to my knees in one vast sea of blood, until as I deeper 'sank, up to my waist, my breast, my neck, I must have waked.’ Aurelian had bowed his head and listened; each accent of sorrow as she uttered it, seemed engraved upon his noble brow, and his eye seemed to reflect the hue which colored her description. Now, he kissed her hand and spake: ‘ Ah ! fair princess, you dreamed too early and too late, for out of that black cloud there burst a brilliant star, and that meteor was the harbinger of rescue, who having always worshipped, comes now to do you homage. Before this arm of power your enemies wero driven as chaff before the wind, and now ha^ ing secured you safety, I ask you to crown my efforts with your senile, not from their merits, but from my desirp, and so I but linger for your blessing, an&kthen the intrusive prince, like the pleiad losfjfcj seen no more below.’ Aurelian paused with that graceful diffidence which indicates truJgreatnesn; his pause seemed to await but her san/Hfm to depart, when Zenobia her eye kindling admiration, her breast heaving with emotJBu, outstretched her hand to the noble stranger. «Nay, do not lenle me, and oh ! great sire, forgive my want oil faith. But, am I not still dreaming? Are yoja not some divinity, per chance some deified ancestor, sent to sustain me in this blackest roar of night, and willt thou not suddenly return to those realms of light, and I once more wander alone through that dark sea of blood ?’ ‘Nay, faithless one,’ he rallied her, ‘I come not from the mystic land, for spirits are hut shadows; and see !’ as his strong right arm en circled her ‘my substance is altogether real.’ ‘Ah prince, ‘she answered faintly, ‘it is the weakness of delirium; the contrast between that storm of battle and your soft low voice, seems too unnatural Oh royal sire ! be not offended nor forsake me, but beyond this silence and your majestic presence give a weak woman some other proof.' Aurelian led the dairk-eyed queen to the win dow, where over turret and tower, through wav ing trees, and across the enchanted lake the full, round moon was beaming. Light, fairy boats were gliding gmcefully upon the wavelets, groups of revellers ipere reclining under the lofty colonnades, or moving in pairs beneath the palms and cedars, or rocking lightly in the little skiffs which danced upon the water. The scene was enchantment, and for a moment, Zen- oqia gazed upon it proudly with form erect. She was again queen, and with a majesty to which was added now reserve, she spake: ‘To what name, sire, shall I bow, as I acknowledge my deliverer?’ For one moment the great emperor was troubled—puzzled to make reply, and that instant the clarion peal of a bugle which sound ed on the air and was echoed far away, cansed the startled queen to lay her hand on Aurelian’s shoulder, while he with an assuring smile ex claimed: ‘Can you fear aught when I am by ?’ ‘Forbearance, sire,’ she pleaded, ‘it is your strength which makes my weakness, bnt must my admiration burst in ignorance? Who is this great and unknown I ?’ At this moment the’"measured tread of squad rons was heard, and Zenobia, gazing that way, sank like a frightened ohildjnto the arms which encircled her, and, as if to shut out all sight, her head was buried in his breast, for then, as their standard bearers brought them into sight, the Boman eagles flashed in the moonlight. Then the large, dreamy eyes were raised to his in a fixed and searching glance, and falling back she exclaimed: ‘You are, ye gods ! there can he but the one on earth, you are Aurelian !’ ‘Yes, goddess of the snn and plain, I am the conquered conqueror; but look up, queen of my fate, for before one hair of your head is harmed, Aurelian must perish, and as twin suf ferers, let us comfort each other, for pomp and power are but lying titles for sorrow and dis may, and the present being all we can call our own. in it let us live for each other’s love and pleasure.’ ‘Aurelian,’ she murmured, ‘I had heard of thee as one who never smiled, as one who only frowned, and in whose frown there was a blast ing magic and destructive power. And can it be—these beautiful, sad eyes that gaze so fond ly into miDe, these gentle arms so tenderly en circling me, the great, noble heart into whose sympathy I pour my sorrows—can these be the habiliments of Aurelian, the bloody scourge of ‘No, vision of light and beauty; sinoe Aure lian has grown to signify terror, call me by that name no more, for glory and power sink worth lessly before your magic oharms, and lam weary and sick of war. For one night let all anxiety and care be forgotten in your caresses. But hark! the summons to duty fanes.. and come, for one immortal night we shall reign togeth er; so let us briefly despatch these interruptions and then, Aphrodite, grant ns soft vigils.’ And listing bis voice and leaning on his arm, the royal couple left the apartments, passed through the deserted interior 01 the palace and down the colonade, until in a lofty recess of the vestibule he lingered with the qneen, while his faithful soldiers who had learned their empe rors retreat, assembled to do him reverence, and a full burst of martial music drew ev*>r near and nearer. The monarch’s chosen gnard form ed around him, while ladies of the royal house hold, assembling around the queen, gave to the situation the pomp and splendor of a throne. Aurelian gazed on Zenobia as though he would read her wish, and the qneen who was now merged in the excitement of the hoar, reclined on his arm as she advanced to the parapet and spake: ‘Victors of a hundred fields: such greeting as Palmyra can command, she extends you. The banquet hall awaits your presenoe, and to your merriment we mnst trust to dispel the silence and solemnity of the scene;’ then added to her page, ‘in the pavilion adjoining the royal apart ments, let our private collation be served;’ and to Aurelian, ‘my lord, frail humanity again over taxes me and bids me seek repose.’ Aurelian changed his smile of admiration on the surrounding splendor to a smile of love for the qneen, but ere he signaled his followers away, he spake: ‘Brave heroes, throw aside the sword, give up yourselves to pleasure. We may again go forth to be slaves of ambition and of effort; to-night, slaughter and carnage are banished from onr sight: so within loop up the curtains and shnt out all but the glorious present and ourselves. Hush the screaming trump and clashing cymbals, and let soft strains from harp and dul cimer attend this evening’s revels. Bising moons or setting suns shall not break our elysium. Fill up your cups, my friends, and drink oblivion to woe, for joy shall have one night's fruition; and so good-night, with no to morrow. Lead on, Endymion,' he added to the page, ‘conduct us to the nuptial couch of beauty and of power.’ Wliat is Marriage ? BY NELLIE CAFFBEY. “ In the present status of society it is the cul minating point in every woman’s existence. From her babyhood she is taught that it is the road to aggrandizment, the means of procur ing a settlement for life, and natural and adven titious charms are united to secure the desired object. Deluded into the belief that physical attractions are the most potent and enduring, girls neglect the cultivation of mind and heart, and, often only attract those whose education and excellence are commensurate with their own. The husband is a neccessary portion of the marriage estate, without which, there can be no change of Dame, no wedding outfit etc., but in himself he is generally a nobody, a nonentity in society, and his vows at the altar to love and protect, simply mean, in the bride's calendar, to provide ample funds to disburse for neces sary or luxurious household expenditures. If his estate does not afford an ample revenue, the wife cares not how onerous the vocations of the day, Dor how sleepless the nights, so her demands are answered. She wishes to preserve his health, as he is the medium through which her prosperity comes, but his society is far less desirable than that of the many ‘dear friends’ who, like the vampire suck the hearts blood, then with remorseless conscience leaves its victim. Poor mar ! When weary or sick he I is not offered the easy chair, no soft slippers | provided for his tired feet when at the close of a days unrest he walks slowly to the family , hearth. No loving arms shelter the aching j head, no rapturous kisses are pressed upon the fevered lips, but in silence he takes a corner- seat, and in the fumes of his tried meerschaum finds his only solace, while opposite to him, per chance, his wife sits, busily engaged upon some garment the sweat of his brow has purchased. What are affection and ardent love to her? The idea of loving that great man half so well as the darling cherub, whose crowing is her sweetest music ! Preposterous ! There would not be such love given to one of the “lords of creation,” and no Benedict should expect it. To preserve that baby from pain, she’d willingly give up the father. Give him up ! Yes, indeed. Does she concern herself where he goes ? Money was the incentive to marriage, and if it is at her disposal, she is satisfied. There are no domes tic bickerings, but there are no connubial en dearments. Their marriage was not the unit ing of “Two souls with but a single thought, Two lieatts that beat as one.’’ After a brief courtship they were made man and wife after the civic laws, and if his household is peaceable, he should not complain. But does God bless such an union ? The Bible says, “Better is a dry morsel where love is than a stalled ox and hatred therewith, proving con clusively, that love must be the substratum of marriage, for riches can take to themselves wings. She who takes upon herself the marriage vows, and does not feel an unselfish love for her husband, cannot discharge with fidelity the duties imposed npon her, and she merits the severest maledictions of heaven. God has not given all the same powers of de votion, but much of the callousness that blasts all that comes within its wake, is attributable to a want of mental culture, and the engrossing desire to make a momentary display. A new Jewish monthly, published at Corfu, Greece, in the Italian language, has just made its appearance. It is entitled “Moses,” an Is- raelitish Anthology, and is devoted to literary subjects, with some items of Jewish news. Baron Cohen, of Dessau, by [appointment banker to the German Emperor, enjoys the full confidence of that monarch. The Emperor a short time ago remarked that he was stricken in years, and he felt, therefore, that he ought to settle his affairs. “There is at least eighteen years time yet, your majesty, to do that,” re plied the financier. “Germans won’t part with their Emperor below par.” Mbs. A. T. Stewabt, it is said, is abont to marry the clergyman of the superb cathedral which Mr. Stuart’s will had directed to be bnilt, ten miles from Brooklyn. Mrs. Stnart is over seventy, the prospective bridegroom about forty-five. The first ship load of colored people have tak en their departure from Charleston for Liberia, on board of the ship Azov last week. A reporter of the News and Courier accompanies the emi grants to their new homes in Liberia. Enjoy Life. What a truly beautiful world we live in t Nature gives us grandeur of mountains, glens and oceans, and thou sands of means ior enjoyment. 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Office Over Green Bros- Confectionery Store- Will attend to business in any part of the State. 138—tt T HE SUBSCRIBERS still continne to carry on the busi ness of ENGRAVING ON WOOD in all its branches. Their facilities are such that they are enabled to execute all orders promptly and in every style of the art, upon the most reasonable terms All kinds of book illustrations, views of buildings, ma chinery, landscapes, ]X>rtraits, societies' seals, druggists' labels, neiospaper heads, billheads, etc., etc., drawn and en graved in themost approved manner N. ORR & CO, 53 John Street, New York - - ' “- lit UKHEIt. , DR , . S1HJF03DS El 1 FOR DISEASES ON ? \ LIVER STOMACH BOWELS _ 2? - CONSIlPAtlA gj SICKBEAflACBJA S jMEararuics.® •BILiOUSHSSS, g [&DY5 PERSIA. CLEARS THE / 5 For Pamphlets address Dr. Sanford, New York. fesal® College, DR. A. L. HAMILTON, President. CUTHBERT, GEORGIA. This old and popular institution is still doing noble service in the great work oi education. The spacious and comfortable Boat ding House and College Buildings have just been repaired and refurnished in elegant style, anti will hear favorable comparison with similar estab lishments in any part of the country. T he corps of teachers—nine in nnmber—for thoroughness and effi ciency. cannot be surpassed North or South. The Course of Study was prepared with great care, and it is fully up with the requirements of the times. It em braces equally, the physical, mental and moral cultiva tion of the pupils. The Discipline is very mild, but firm, systematic and exacting. The Terms have been reduced, so far as possible, to meet the necessities of the times, as will appear from the fol lowing exhibit: PER SESSION OF NINE MONTHS, REGULAR course. Preparatory Department J30 00 Academic Department 45 00 Collegiate Department 60 00 For extra course, as music, vocal and instrumental, modern languages, painting, ornamental work, the price has been put down as low as possible. Boarding Department.—Room handsomely furnished, washing, lights and fuel, at $15 per month, or $135 for the scholastic year. Payments—quarterly in advance, unless by special agreement otherwise. ' Location—Cnthbert is the most beautiful little city in Georgia; is approachable from all directions by railroad; and for good morals, good health, and cultivated society, is unsurpassed in the United States. Sr^The College is thoroughly non-sectarian. XS”Boardingarrangements in the College are first-class. Pupils received at any time, and charged from date entrance. 141-tf S2500 A YEAR. Agents wanted. Busi ness legitimate. Particulars free. Address J. WORTH A CO., St.Louis, Mo. 13D-tf $1200 Salary. Salesmen wanted town onr Staple Goode to dealers. No peddling. Expenses paid. Permanent employ* ment. addreaa S. A. GRANT k CO. 2,1,6 4 8 Hoaj St., Cincinnati, O, Painless MERICAN Cure or NJID0TE. The habit of using Mor phine,Qum Opium, Laud anum or Elixir of Opinm cared painlessly by this Improved remedy. Manufactured at Atlanta, Ga., at reduced prices. Tested m hundreds of cases. Guaranteed. Par ticulars Fan. Address B. M, Woolley, Atlanta, Ga. Office No. 86, over linen Store, entrance 88} Whitehall street.