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From the Boys and Girls of the South.
THE WANDERING BOYS;
Or,
The Adventures of Bold Ben
and Timid Tom.
[CONTINUED. ]
CHAPTER VIII.
_ _ H1CH balph muedock learns something
IKOM THE POACHER, AND DAN RECEIVES A SUR
PRISE. .
He was not long kept in suspense, for Ralph
Murdock coming to the point at once, said:
•You have two boys here. . , .
Dan was not particularly surprised at these
words; for he had expected them, though the
abruptness with which they were delivered was
“But D^hlSPgood nerves of his own, and
without evinaing any emotion, he simply re
joined:
•O. have I ?’ . .
•I am certain of it; therefore don t attempt to
denv the fact. _ , ,, ,. . ,
•I bean’t agoin’ to deny it, and I bean tagoin
to confess it,’ returned the poacher doggedly.
•It is perfectly immaterial whether you do or
not,’ replied Ralph coolly, ‘since I can believe
mv own eyes.’
•Ye must have good eyes, if ye can see any
boys here,’ remarked Dan with a dry smile.
•It is not because that I onnot see them this
moment, my friend, that they are not in this
place * returned the visitor. ‘I only know I saw
them enter here, and as I am certain they have
not gone out again, it follows, as a matter of
course, that they must be here still.’
•Do it though !' ejaculated Dan, in a slightly
ironical tone.
•Undoubtedly,’ returned the visitor, 'they are
here—concealed somewhere. You know that
well enough.’ . _
•Well, sur. whether I do or not, you do seem
to know all about it,’ remarked the poacher; ‘at
least,’ he added, sarcastically, ‘ye thinks ye
d °Tnot only think, I’m sure!’ asserted Mr.
Murdoch, positively. ‘Listen to me.’
‘I be a listenin’, sur, answered Dan curtly.
‘In the first place, then,’ Ralph continued,
the boys in question—Ben and Tom Trusty I
believe they’re called—’
‘Yes sur.’
•Were locked up in the cage this afternoon for
an assault.’
‘Assault be jiggered !’exclaimed Dan, indig
nantly; ‘it were for fightin’, sur ! fightin’ only !
It be nat’ral for boys to use their fists but we
don’t call sich little squabbles assaults.’
•We may not,’ dryly remarked the visitor,
‘but unfortunately, the magistrate does. It al
so happens to be the magistrate’s sod, and a
young triend oi his from town, with whom these
lads have fought, and that the gentry have got
considerable the worst of it.’
‘Sarve ’em right, too !’ cried the poacher, em
phatically. ‘if they took the liberty to insult the
lads, they deserved to have their heads punch
ed, didn’t they ?’
‘If you ask my candid opinion,’ returned
Ralph,’ I answer decidedly yes !’
‘Well, then, they’ve got what they desarve, an’
theer be an end of it.'
•No, my friend, that is not the end of it.’ Mr.
Bumpus—’
•Oh, bo he an old woman !’ interposed Dan
with a sneer.
•At any rate he’s a magistrate, and he looks
upon the affair as a very aggravated breach of
the peace, and is resolved to punish it with the
utmost rigor of the law.’
‘Ho, ho,’ laughed the poacher, with quiet
mockery, ‘the utmos’ rigor of the law. It strikes
me, sur, as neither law nor Meast-er Bumpus
either can do much in this here case.’
‘I don’t know that, my friend —
^Saighiover right, don’t you?’
‘Yes I know that!’ answered Dan, with caus
tic emphasis
werry close upon that p’int. P’raps even he
didn’t know hisself.
Ralph Murdoch smiled sardonically to him
self at the porcher’s words.
He had learnt all he wished to know, and felt
assured now that the secret of the boys’ birth
had been kept by John Trusty closely locked
in his own breast.
If, however, this secret was to be kept, it was
of vital importance that the lads should be sev
ered from their faithful old guardian at once
and forever.
There had been a slight pause of silence,
during whioh the poacher and his visitor ap
peared to be occupied with their own reflec
tions.
Presently the latter, bursting from his reverie
said—
•I must see what can be done for these poor
boys. I will be here again about this time to
morrow night. In the interim, keep them close
in their present concealment, and on no account
allow them to go home; that would ruin every
thing. The hue-and-cry will be after them to
morrow morning, and were they to be seen
abroad it would effectually frustrate any plans
I might form for their welfare.’
‘I’ll take care as no one do see ’em,’ said Dan.
‘I hope you will,’ returned Mr. Murdoch,
‘everything depends on that—’ he added in a
low but particularly impressive tone, ‘if even
their guardian should make any inquiries about
them, it would be better to tell him plainly
that they are gone away.’
‘All things considered, I think p’raps it
would,’ Dan admitted.
‘To-morrow evening, then, you will see me,’
said Ralph, ‘bv which time I may be able to ar
range something definite for them. Perhaps I
may be in a position to take them both with me.’
Having said this, ho unbolted the door as a
preliminary step to departure.
‘I suppose there would be no harm in telling
the lads that they have found a friend?’ asked
Dan detaining his visitor by the cloak.
‘Oh, no ; you may tell them that, if you like,’
returned the other.
•I can’t tell ’em who their friend be, seein’ I
dun no your name, sir,’ suggested the poacher.
‘Oh, that’s of no consequence,’ quickly re
plied Ralph, with a|short laugh; call me Brown,
Jones, Smith—what you like. Or stay, yon
may tell them I’m tne friend of all brave boys ;
they will understand that.’
Having said this, the friend stepped out at
the door, and having listened a moment said :
‘Good night!’
‘Good-night!’ answered Dan.
The next moment, he was lost in the dark
ness.
The poacher stood thoughtfully looking after
his visitor.
‘He looked like a gentleman, and promised
fair enough for the boys,’ soliloquized Dan.
‘We’ll see what they do think of it.’
The poacher closed and bolted the door, and
then opened the trap, and called :
You may come up now, my lads. The gentle
man is gone.’
But no answer was returned.
‘The poor boys have fallen asleep, an’ that
damp cellar is not exactly the place for a bed
room. I must awake them. Ben ! Tom ! ’ he
called, thrusting his head down the trap.’
Still no reply.
Intent upon arousing his young friends, he
lighted a piece of candle and descended the
ladder into the cellar.
But here a great surprise awaited him.
As the light burnt up and spread its rays
throughout the small subterranean cavity, he
found it—empty.
Ben and Tom were gone.
CHAPTER IX.
HOW BEN AND TOM DISCOVER A SUBTERRANEAN PAS
SAGE IN THE CELLAR, AND HOW THEY AFTER
WARDS MEET TWO FAIR COMPANIONS BY MOON
LIGHT.
When BeD and Tom took shelter in the cellar,
it was under the full impression that the con-
*' I'he intense state of excitement in which they
had so recently seen their guardian, and his
vehement and wild entreaties that they shouid
save themselves by immediate flight, had also
He remained looking upwards in a species of
rapture for an instant, and then, stooping down
he called softly up the tunnel:
‘Come on, Tom. It’s all right’
He then stepped out on the grass, to make
room for his brother, who qnickly followed.
Tom felt inclined to shout for joy, but he sud
denly remembered that such a proceeding might
arouse the attention of the constable at that mo
ment in the cottage.
He therefore restrained his spirits, and Ben,
having replaced the brambles their bodies had
pushed aside, they hurried away from the
spot.
‘Who’d have thought of finding a narrow out
let like that in Dan’s cellar?’ remarked Tom, as
they went along. ‘He never told me of it’
‘Nor me either,’ said Ben. ‘I fancy Dan meant
to keep it a secret’
‘Why ?’
‘I don’t know,’ Ben answered, ‘unless he wish
ed to nse it as we have done to-night, as a means
of escape from the constable.’
This was a shrewd guess on Ben’s part, but it
happened to be exactly the truth.
Dan, as we have hinted, was, in his rough
way—in spite of his poaching proclivities—a
kind of universal genius.
It struck him that a subterranean passage
leading from his cellar to the exterior of his
humble dwelling might be of service to him,
should he chance to be brought to bay at any
time.
Accordingly, with much patience and skill,
he constructed the small tunnel we have des
cribed, digging away the earth gradually, and
bricking it as he proceeded, nntil he had bur
rowed some twenty feet in a horizontal direc
tion. ,
By this, had his* hovel been beset by all the
constables in Derbyshire, he could have quietly
crept out, and wnile they fancied they had se
cured their prey, have been miles away.
Little did he think his young friends Ben
and Tom would have been the first to avail them
selves of this outlet.
Our heroes hurried on, scarcely heeding
whither they were going, until suddenly they
were reminded of the direction they were tak
ing in a rather startling manner.
A stern gloomy building suddently seemed to
start up before them. It was the cage.
The lads paused involuntarily.
They could see the window from which they
had removed the iron bars.
By a strange fascination they approached the
solitary building and gazed at it in silence.
‘ I don’t know whether I’m not glad after all,
that we did break out of that gloomy hole,’ re
marked Tom.
‘I’m sure I am,’ said Ben, very decidedly ;
‘ perhaps it will be a lesson to Mr. Bumpus not
to lock up boys uDjustly.’
‘ He was unjust too,’ joined in Tom ; ‘ he lis
tened to everything his son and his friend told
him.’
‘Yes, to all their lies,’ Ben continued, ‘and
wouldn’t hear J our witness, who did speak the
truth.’
‘ Wasn’t it brave Of Bess and Miss Glanville
to come and speak for ns ?’ said Tom.
‘ It was indeed,’ assented Ben, * and I should
like to say good-bye to them, before we go quite
away.’
‘ Oh, so should I!’ said Tom, warmly, adding,
in a low tone, ‘especially Rose. I may never
see her again.’
Both the boys spoke rather sadly, but it was
not to be wondered at.
They were about to leave the only home they
had ever known, to be, for what they knew,
wanderers upon the earth.
• Come, Tom, old boy ; we musn’t be down
hearted at the outset,’ said Ben, cheeringly as he
threw his arm around his brother.
‘ I am all right, now, Ben,’ answered Tom
cheerfully ; * it was only for a moment. I should
never be downcast for loDg while I was with
you.’
‘ That’s right. Shall we go on ?’
fast.’
scraigat on and walk
‘Well then, you may depend upon it that Mr. j produced a strong effect upon the lads.
Bnmpus will show no mercy to Master Ben and
Tom. He is highly incensed, and will deal
with them as severely as possible.’
‘Look ye here, sur,’ replied the poacher, lean
ing forward with his elbows resting on his
knees and speaking like one who was master of
his subject, ‘I aiut lived all aay life without
{ lickin’ up a little information, though I be on-
y a poor, untaught man, and I means to say as
the law don’t recognize a fight atween a few
boys as a criminal offence.’
‘Not the fight perhaps. It was what was done
afterwards,’ remarked the visitor, impressively.
‘What wur done ?’
‘I allude to their breaking out of their places
of confinement’
Oh, ah!’ ejaculated Dan, rather forcibly.
‘This is a very serious aggravation of the case.
You didn’t think of that, did yon, when you
helped the boys to saw away the bars of their
prison ?’
The poacher looked curiously from under his
eyebrows at the speaker.
Oh, do you know I helped them,’ he asked.
I was close by the spot at the time, and over
heard all that passed,’ returned Mr. Murdoch.
‘Ah, I thought my ears didn’t deceive me,’
said Dan to himself.
‘You didn't consider, Ralph continued, ‘at
the time you were assisting the lads to escape
from the cage, that you were helping them to
do the very thing which has placed them under
the power of the law.’
P’raps I did, p’raps I didn’t,’ returned Dan
with a grin; ‘but now the boys be out of prison
afore the law can have any power over them at
all, it moost ketch ’em foorst.’
‘I fancy there would not be much difficulty
about that,’replied Mr. Murdoch, with an om-
nious shake of the head.
‘I dunce,’ returned the poacher, with a quiet
smile. ‘Neither Master Bumpus nor any ot his
crew’ll get anything out of me; and I suppose
you bean’t agoin’ to split agin us be ye ?’
‘I!’exclaimed Ralph; certaialy not. If such
was my intention I should not have come here.
Why should I ?’
‘I dunno, I be sure,’ answered Dan, bluntly.
‘No, no,’ continued his visitor, ‘I neither
blame the boys for breaking out of the cage, nor
yon for lending your assistance.’
‘Well, for the matter of that, I don’t see why
ye should; it can’t do thee no harm,’ said the
poacher in a matter-of-fact manner. ‘Then he
added, ‘may I ask what brings you here?’
‘Simply as a friend, to counsel these boys to
get away from this spot as quickly as possible,’
answered Mr. Murdoch. ‘Between ourselves, I
admire their pluck and determination, and
should be sorry to see them fall again iDto the
hands of the constables. To insure their safety
they Ought not to delay their flight an hour.’
Dan Dark scratched his head reflectively for a
moment, and then replied:
*Ye see sur, tfaer be one orkard succnmstance
about these here poor lads; and that is, they be
orphans as aint got neither father nor mother.’
‘Ob, indeed!’ returned Mr. Murdoch, in a
tone of surprise, as though this piece of in
formation was quite new to him. 'Then they
are not the sons of the old man with whom they
have been living ?*
•Lor’ bless ye, no sur,’ answered Dan; ‘He be
only theer gnardji'n like. No one do know
whose sons they be. They dnnno their own par
ents no more nor yon or I da Ole John war
When, therefore, they found themselves in
the small dark cavity, listening to the deep
murmurs of the voices above, their imagina
tions grew more and more vivid.
Once again in prison, what might be their
fate ?
So powerful did terror take possession of
Tom’s mind, that he exclaimed at length, in
paroxysm of horrible apprehension:
‘I can’t bear this place! I feel as if I should
die, or go mad if I stopped here.’
‘I don’t much like it myself, old fellow,’ mnr
mured Ben, ‘but it’s impossible to get out ex
cept by the way we came in.’
‘And there’s the constable over our heads,
talking to Dan,' Tom continued, fearfully. ‘De
pend upon it, our escape from the cage has
been lonnd out, and he has come after us, and
he’s persuading Dan to give us up.’
‘But how could he have found out we were
here?’ asked Ben.
‘I don’t know, I am sure,’ returned Tom,
nervously, ‘perhaps he was watching us all
along. Oh, Benny, dear,’he continued excit
edly, ‘what shall we do?’
•I don’t see that we can do anything but stay
where we are,’ returned Ben, rather moodily.
‘I almost wish we had stayed where we were,’
sighed Tom. 'If we could only once get out,
we’d be far enough away before morning.’
‘les. But the thing is to get out.’
‘I wish I were a mole. I’d burrow my way
through the ground,’ Tom continued.
Ben during this time had been gropiDg along
the walls of the cellar, and just then he called in
a hurried whisper:
‘Tom, old boy!’
‘What?’ returned Tom, eagerly.
‘Here’s an opening in the wall.’
‘Is there ?’
‘Yes. And I can feel the’air blowing through
it. Come here.’
‘Where are you ? I can’t see.’
‘Here, give me your hand.’
Tom, guided by his brother, soon reached
the aperture.
‘Here it is. Put your hands against the wall.
Do you feel it?’
es * y es >’ o&gerly returned Tom, as he rap-
ldly passed his hands over the moist bricks,
‘it seems to me like a narrow passage.’
‘Very narrow,’ remarked Ben. ‘To enter it,
we should have to crawl on our hands and knees.’
‘Go on, then, Benny,’ cried Tom, excitedly,
‘anyhow as fast as you can; perhaps it leads
to the outside.’
‘It might lead to a well,’ remarked Ben, dryly.
‘Let me go first and see. Wait till I call.’
•Take care,’ said Tom, apprehensively.
Ben, crouching down on all-fours, entered the
rr ° j* aperture, which was arched and brick-
f i* aD *v. P^ ocee ^ e d for some distance, until he
ieit the fresh air blowing keenly npon his'
heart bounded within him.
The next moment his coarse was stopped, he
had reached the end of the tnnnel.
But by the coolness over his head he knew
there was an opening there.
He raised himself oaationsly.
His head came in contact with nothing hard-
* ^eap of branches and brambles, damp
with the night-dew.
These offered little resitanoe, and he was
able to stand and gaze at the star-lit sky once
more.
‘ Give me your (im, 1
The lads linked (tbc-Ar arms together, and Ben
remarked, with a smile:
‘Do you know. I’ve just thought of a good
name by which to call ourselves ?’
‘ What name ?’
‘ The Wandering Boys.’
‘ It couldn’t be better,’ acquiesced Tom.
They were about to make a start, when a light
sound of footsteps fell upon their ears.
They stood still, and looked across the land
scape, over which the moon threw a pale, misty
light
Presently two slight forms appeared in the
distance.
‘ Who are they ?’ whispered Tom apprehensive
ly; not constables ?’
‘No,’ returned Ben, or if they are, they wear
petticoats.’
‘ They seem to be coming thi3 way.’
The pedestrians, as they came onwards,
diverged from the path, and made straight for
the cage against which our heroes were standing.
As they came nearer, the brothers uttered a
simultaneous exclamation, though in a low tone.
‘ Bess !’
‘Rose !’ they cried joyfully.
The young girls—for it was indeed they—did
not perceive Ben and Tom, who kept in the
shadow of the wall.
Rose carried a small basket, and both she and
her companion walked briskly along.
Having reached the cage, they drew near under
the window, when Bess called softly:
‘ Ben ! Ben !’
Then Rose joined in and called also:
‘ Tom ! Tom !’
‘They’vecome on purpose to see ns,’ Ben whis
pered to his brother.
‘Yes, how kind,’ Tom whispered in reply.
There being no answer, Bess turning to her
companion, said.
‘They must be asleep; how shall we wake
them ?’
‘ Poor fellows!’sighed Rose Glanville, piteous
ly, as she gazed up towards the window, ‘how
cold they must—’
She broke off suddenly and exclaimed, ‘ Oh,
see ! see ! two of the bars ar 4 e broken away ! they
have made their escape.’ * *
‘I think they have,!./said Bess; ‘I’m Bure I
hope so.’
‘So do I,’ echoed Rose, ‘and I hope they’ve
gone where no one wil! find them.’
I should like to have seen bravo Ben, though,
before he went,’ Bess remarked in a tone of
regret.
‘And Tom, too,’ joined in Rose, ‘poor boy,
what a dreadful cut that was!. Well,’ she con
tinued, with a slight sigh, ‘wefve only had our
walk for nothing, and, as those we came to see
are not here, I suppose we’d better go back.’
They were about to turn away when Bon and
Tom exclaimed, softly:
‘Don’t go, we’re here!’
‘Oh, they're here, after all!’ cried Rose, in a
tone of delight, ‘I hear them speak.’
Both the young girls, imagining the voices
came from within, stood eagerly looking up to
the window, expecting to see one of the pri
soners.
‘Climb np to the grating, if yon can, Ben,’
said Bess, ‘we’ve brought you something.’
'Something niee for supper,’ added Rose, per
suasively. 'Put your hands through the bars.’
‘Quite impossible!* said Tom, ‘to pat oar
hands through the bars.’
•Why is it ?’ asked the girls.
‘Because we are not inside,’ was the reply.
'Where are yon then?* war the immediate
question.
•Here Boss!’
‘Here! Rose!’ cried Ben and Tom, as they pop
ped round the angle of the wall and advanced.
There was an eager shaking of hands, and a
sound very much as if some body was kissing
somebody else. . •
•Well, this is a jolly meeting,’ exclaimed Ben,
after the first greeting bad subsided, ‘and bo
you really came on purpose to see us ?,
‘Yes, that we did,’ returned Bess. ‘Miss
Glanville would come, and of course I was very
glad to come with her.’
‘I couldn’t bear the idea of your having no
sapper, murmured Rose, apologetically, ‘and
SO—*
Bess interrupted at this moment.
‘Don’t you think we’d better move away from
this ugly cage?’ she suggested. There’s no
knowing who might pass.
‘You’re quite right,’ answered Ben, ‘we’ll
strike across the grass, over the stile, and clam
ber up into the field on the opposite side of the
road.’
‘Oh, yes,’ assented the girls, ‘let’s go.’
It was as well they came to this determina
tion, for as they reached the stile a cloaked
form came striding hastily along and passed
before the cage.
The stranger was absorbed in his own thoughts
and did not notice the little party as they has
tily clambered over the wooden rails.
(TO BE CONTINUED 1 )
PRAYED IT OUT,
‘Oh ! mother, mother! what do you think !
Murray White has got converted !’ exclaimed
Add Winters, one cold, blustering evening, as
he rushed breathlessly into the sitting-room,and
upset her work-basket in his eagerness to be
the first to tell the exciting news.
‘What is converted?’ quietly inquired Mrs.
Winters, as she stooped to gather up her thread
and scissors snd sewing materials that her
heedlesB boy had scattered upon the carpet.
•Why, it’s, it’s, it’s, don’t you know ?’
‘It’s what {’
‘It’s to get good; it’s changed,’ said Add, des
perately.
‘Then I wish somebody else wonld get con
verted,’ replied his mother.
‘Who ? Me ? I didn’t go to,’ and he hurried
to assist her in putting the basket'to rights;
saying as he did so, ‘I wish they wonld have a
meeting in our church, and get lots of people
converted, and have a good time, and ever so
many join the Church. I’d have my name put
down for one.’
‘You little goose,’ laughed his mother, ‘you
don’t understand conversion. I don’t believe
in children joining the Church before they
know what they are doing. Wait until you are
twenty-one years old, and then there will be
some sense in it. I think they must be hard
up for members to take Murray White,’ and she
passed out of the room, leaving her little son,
who was dearer to her than her own life, to
think that he had made a very great mistake
when he had decided to follow in the footsteps
of his little friend, and give himself to the Sav
ior, and become a Christian child. The Spirit
of God was wooing him, as it often does chil
dren, and he could not cast ofl' the influence.
A few days later the pastor of the church
where Mr. Winters worshiped was surprised to
receive a call from Add. He was more surpris
ed when he unfolded his business, telling him
how badly he had felt, because he wanted to be
good, and didn’t know how, and couldn’t tell
anybody because his mother laughed at him
when he was going to tell her.
“And there has been no meeting,” he continu
ed so I got down on my knees in the corner,and
Ijust prayed it out.”
He then went on to say that he was happy in
loving Jesus, and wanted to be good, and have
his name put down in the book, if he wasn’t too
little; to all of which I am glad to tell you, the
preacher said Amen.
It was an orthodox assembly which decided
U-iqI «i~.•— —*■ -e a jA-o f.co gin&c
whereby we are received into the number and
have a right to all the privileges of tiie sons of
God.” It has not been decided at what age God
adepts his children, and if any of my little read
ers want to become little Christians, if there
are no meetings, nor any other helps, if your
mother laughs at you, if you are all alone, re
member that Jesus said, “Suffer little children
to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of
such is the kingdom of heaven;” remembering
this, do as Add Winters did, get down on your
knees and just pray it out.— Western Christian
Advocate.
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Poets and Flowers.
Of living English poets, Mr. Tennyson alone
shows any real love for ffowers. And this love is
scarcely shown so much in the well known 6ong
in ‘Maud,’ as by little touches here and there—
the ‘long green box of mignonette’ which the
miller’s daughter has set on her casement edge
—the ‘wild marsh marigold’ which ‘shines like
fire in swamps’ for the happy May Queen—or
the water lillies which blossom around the
island of Shalott, And who can forget the stanza
in Memoriam ?
Bring orchis, bring the fox glove spire,
The little speedwell’s darling blue,
Deep tulips dasht with fiery dew,
Laburnums, dropping wells of fire.
Of American poets, Mr Longfellow has rather
strangely written nothing very memorable
about flowers: but there are some pretty verses
of Mr - Bryant’s and an occasional good line of
Emerson's, as where he speaks of the gentian as
‘blue eyed pet of blue eyed lover,’ or tells us
that
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.
As wo once again look round upon the ‘bards’
that have sung, it is clear that their favorite
blossoms have been the rose and the daisy—the
one recalling all delights of the summer garden,
the other all the freshness of the open field;
one loved for its beauty, the other cherished for
its constancy.
The rose has but a summer reign,
The daisy never dies.
says Montgomery, in one of the best known of
his poems. Cow slips, violets, daffodils and ‘the
beautiful puritan pansies,as Edgar Poe calls them
—are probably the next favorites. Painters have
done more for lillies than the poets have; and
carnations and the later flowers ot the year have
never made much place for themselves in the
poetry of England. The English garden of to
day still awaits its laureate, except where, in Mr.
Aliingham’s ‘Therania.’
‘Vase and plot burn scarlet, gold, and azure.’
We scarcely know of a description of modern
‘bedding out,' and we sincerely hope that the
present fashion may disappear before the thank
less task is undertaken.—London Athenaeum
ih
DR. A. L. HAMILTON,.President.
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service in the great work of edneation. The spacious
and comfortable Boat ding House and College Buildings
have jnst been repaired and refurnished in elegant style,
and will bear favorable comparison with similar estab
lishments in any part of the country. The corps of
teachers—nine in number—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 tne 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 ^.83(3 00
Academic Department 45 00
Collegiate Department 80 00
For extra course, as music, vocal and instrumental,
modern languages, painting, ornamental work, tho price
has bees put down as'low as possible.
Boarding Department.—Room handsomely furnished,
washing, lights aid fuel, at $15 per month, or $136 for
the scholastic year.
Payments—quarterlv In advance, unless by special
agreement otherwise.
Location—Cuthbert 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.
JSfThe College is thoroughly non-sectarian.
jOrBoardingarrangements in the College are firsts class,
fyg-pumls received at any time, and charged from date
entrance. 141-tf
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Accommodations nasurpassed in the country 142
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