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13Y J. P. SAWTELL. E. H. PURDY, Manufacturer of Harness and Trails, Wholesale and Betail Dealer in All {kinds of Sadlery Ware, Comer of Whitaker and Bryan Sts., SAVANNAH, GA. tgy* Orders for Rubber Belting, Hose and Tacking; also, Stretched Leather Belting, ti lied promptly. sep 1 7-6 m J. GUILMARTIN. JOHN FI.AKNKKV. L. J. GUILMARTIN & CO., Cottoii Factors, AND General Commission Merchants, Bay St., Savannah, Ga. Agents for Bradley's Super Phos phate of Lime, Powell's Mills Yarns and Domestics , etc. Bagging, Rope and Iron Ties, al io ways On hand. 337~ Usual Facilities Extended to Customers. A. J. MILLER & CO., FURNITURE DEALERS, 150 Broughton Street, SAVANNAH, GEORGIA. WE HAVE ON HAND, and are con tinually receiving, every variety of Parlor and Bedroom Sets, Bnreane, Washstands, Bedsteads, Chairs, Rockers, Wardrobes, Meat Safes, Cradles, Cooking Glasses, Feathers, Featherbeds, Pil lows. etc. Haft-, Mots, Shuck and Excolcior Matrasses -on hand, and made to order. Jobbing and Repairing neatly done, *nd with despatch. We ara fully prepared to fill orders. Country orders promptly attended to. All. letters of inquiry answered promptly. sept7-6iu. MARIETTA HARBLE YARD. »T AM-PREPARED TO FURNISH Marble, Monuments, Tombs, Head and Foot Stones, * Vaces r Urns, Vaults, etc., At very reasonable terms , made of Italian, American and Georgia MARBLE. IRON RAILING Put Up to Order. Tor Information or designs address meat this place, or DR. T. 8. POWELL, Agent, Cuthbert, Ga. Address, J. A. BISAVER, sepl7 Cm Marietta, Ga. ~ GEORGE S, HART & CO., i Commission Merchants, And Wholesale Dealers in Fine Butter, Cheese, Lard, etc., 39 Petal and 2$ Bridge Sts., N. V. pgT Butter and Lard, of ail grades, pnt up in every variety of package, for Shipment to Warm Climates. sepl7-6m* REED « CLMIKE, lfo. 22, Old Slip, New York. ~V thGALEBS IN provisions, Onions, Potatoes, Butter, etc. septl7-6m ELY, OBERHOLSTER & CO,, Importers and Jobbers in • X ' Dry Goods, Nos. 329 tt 331 Broadway, ! I £l Corner of Worth Street. Mfkti-ini I¥ew York. pm QSBVaTER WHEEL, Mill Gearing,ShaflintXPulleys 'f-SEHD FORA CIRCULAR. . GEORGE PAGE & GO. ‘No. 5 N. Schroeder Hit., Baltimore. Manufacturers of PORTABLE AND BTATIONART Steam Engines and Boilers PATENT IMPROVED, PORTABLE Circular Saw Mill Gang, Mulay and &uh Saw Mills, <Gri«t Mills, Timber Wheels, Shingle Me ichdnes.&c. Dealers in Circular Saws, Belt- Itrg and MiH ««K>r> |if ‘ 8 generally, and nuumtae fn ref’s agents for I> Wei’s Celebrated Turbins Wafer Wheel and every description of Wood Working Machinery. Agricultural Engines a Specially. MT" Send for descriptive Catalogues & Price Lusts, Sepl7 ly. 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Job Work, such as Pamphlets, Circulars, Cards, Blanks, Handbills, etc., will he execu ted in good style and at reasonable rates. All letters addressed to the Proprietor will be promptly attended to. • 7 “ I Two Workers. Two workers in one field Toiled on from day to (lay, Both had the same bard labor, Both hod the same small pay ; With the same blue sky above, The same green grass below— A One soul was full of lava, The other full of wo*. 4a One leap’d op with the light, With the soariug of the lark ; One felt it ever night, For his soul was ever dark. One heart was hard as stone, One heart was ever gay, One worked with many a groan, One whistled all the day. One had a flower-clad cot lies kle a merry mill, Wife and children near the spot Made it sweeter, fairer still. One a wretched hovel had, Full of discord, dirt, and din, No wonder he seemed mad— Wife and children starved within. Still they worked in the same field, Tolled on from day to day, Doth had the same bard labor, Both bad the same small pay. But they worked not with one will, The reason let me tell— Lo 1 the one drank nt the still, And the other at the well. Three Kisses. I’ve had three kisses in my life, So sweet and sacred unto me That now, tit* death-dews rest on them, My lips shall kissless be. i One kiss was given in childhood’s hour, By one who never gave another ; In life aud death I still shall feel That last kiss of my mother. The second burned my lips for years, For years my wild heart reeled in bliss At every memory of the hour When my lips felt young love's first kiss. Tbc last kiss of the sacred three. Had all the woe which e’er can move The heart of woman—it was pressed Upon the death-lips of my lore. When lips have felt the dying kiss, And felt the kiss of burning love, And kissed the dead—then nevermore In kissing should they think to move. Tyranny of Fashion. One is almost ashamed Vo speak of fashion. It is or i6 of thoso ob stinate things tb:»t will not budge. It is the only th’.og that a bad name will not kill, Liko the hydra, it always lr;,g two heads for the one cut off, a vitality that the highest a’jtl holiest things have never yet stood up against. I can conceive that fashion might become not the minister of high art alone, but of •morals and virtue; that in the hands of the noble and pure, and the broad and true, it might become & real boon to man. Herbert Spen cer says,— “As those who take orders are not those having a special fitness for the priestly office; as legislators and public functionaries do not be come such by virtue of their politi cal ineight and power to rule, so the self-election clique who set the fashion, gain this prerogative, not by their force of nature, their in tellect, their higher worth or better taste, but solely by their unchecked assumption , “Instead of * continual progress towards, greater elegance and con venience, which might be expected to occur, did people copy the ways of the really .best, or follow their own ideas of propriety, we have a reign of mere whim, of unreason, of change for the sake of change, of wanton oscillations from either extreme to the other —-a reign of usages without meaning, time with out fitness, dress without taste. — And thus life ala mode, instead of being life conducted in the most rational manner, is life regulated by spendthrifts and idlers, milliners and tailors, dandies and silly wo men !” Oh, that we should so stoop—we who call ourselves, i* churches, children of God, and claim that the Almighty hath given us understan ding—that we should stoop to be come puppets that will respond to any pull that vulgar men or women choose ? — a The thoughts that come to us have more value than those we get by seeking. They start up under our feet, in the path of life, like those springs that .burst forth un der our tread without thinking of them,” CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1870. Trifles. One half of the people in this world are engaged in such little and foolish matters, that the other half has quite enough to do -to wonder at them. Os course it is a usual trick of such people as the former to magnify the importance of what they do, and to fancy that they are of great weight and moment in the world’s affairs, while, in reality, they are no'more than the fly on the coach-wheel was to the coach as a motive powbr. Why we take up this trifling and little method of spending lile is not easy to say ; it is not because we know no better —for, as our best and most philoso phical poet has shown us that it is very easy to know what is right, and what should be done, the diffi culty lies in doing it. “If to do were as easy as to know what to do,” he says, “chapels would be. churches, and poor man’s cottages princes’ palaces.” And we are all struck with the extreme truth of the remark. And yet, from youth upward, we hardly ever do what we really ought, and as much as we ought. We turn away from the serious bus iness of life, and take to the trifles; we delay, aud put oft', and procrasti nate, till it is too late; and then we wonder at our folly in neglecting the great events of life, and deplore our misery in dying too soon. This frivolity seems natural to man.— Even as a child he shuns the proper task in hand, and, with time and opportunity before him, will throw both away on some absurd scheme, although he knows that a neglect of study will surely bring him punish ment in the morning. Old people say, seqfentiously, and we write it when young in our copy books, and repeat it when we are old, that “trifles make up the sum of human existence,” whereas in re ality they do no such thing. That must be a poor existence which is made up of them. We are born for something nobler and better. In fact, with regard to man, it is a very hard thing to say what is, and what is not a trifle. In the general acceptation of the terra, it would be easier to prove that there are no trifles than that there are. Human existence depends upon constant and enduring hard work and hard thought from a great portion of mankind. . With all of us, trifles weigh and form character. “A kiss from my mother,” said West, tne President of the Royal Academy, “made a painter.” An apple, fulling at a particular juncture, gave Newton that train of thought which led to his most important discoveries. What .is a trifle ? Is it a smile or a frown—a light word of praise or of blame, accidentally dropped ? If so, these have led to wars, to the establish ment of some great phases of reli gion, to the destruction of whole empires, and to the foundations of others. The neighing of a horse the crowing of a cock, the cack ling of geese, are every day trifles, yet upon and by the .results springs nig from these &n empire has been founded, a dynasty perpetuated, arid republic saved. The greater the mnn, the more he will think up on tribes. From a particular trifle often de pends our whole after life. A smile or a sneer, a kind word or a harsh one, will be remembered through life. It is but an uncalculating and a little mind which demands a great surprise, a great example or a loud noise to make each of the important events of existence. ‘‘The great moments of life,” says a wise writer, “are but mo ments just like others. Your doom is spoken in a word or two. A single look from the eyes, a mere pressure of the hand, may decide it; or of the lips, though they can not speak.” “ "Even the am all cause of anger or disgust Will break the bonds ot amity ’rnongst princes, And wreck their noblest purpose.” What is true of political and com mon life is true also of science. “ Well, Mr. Franklin,” said one, “ you have proved, as you say, that electricity and lightning are identi cal ; but what is that ? It is a small thing.” “ Yes,” replied the philosopher ; “so is a child a small thing; but it may become a man.” When Galvani was experimenting on the dissection of a frog, hid wife, Signora'Galvani, observed that the muscles of the dead frog twitched and moved when accidentally in contact with two metals; and to this the discovery of galvanism is laid, which has already*played some, important parts in the world, and may yet. play many more. We’ realty do not know, and never can determine, at the time of incidence, the importance of any action. Each action commences or carries on a chain of consequences which only terminate with onr existence itself; and this reflection is alone sufficient to put an end to that wide assertion, that life is made up of trifles, just its a pyramid is composed of sepa rate grains of sand. '—A young gentleman having called in his physician, said, “ Now, sir, I wish no more trifling. My desire is, that yon at once strike at the root of my disease 1” “It shall be done,” replied the^doctor; and lifting his cane, he smashed the decanter which stood on the table. A gentleman who had been vic timized by a notorious borrower, who always forgot to pay, called him the most promising man of hfs acquaintance, • From the Waverley Magazine. Geometrical Progression. When the game of chess was first made known there was a rich and powerful prince so well pleased with it that he, in an outburst of enthusiasm, offered to grant any fa vor the inventor deemed it proper to ask. The inventor, a keen, shrewd, far sighted man, wishing to teach him that eyen to an heir of royalty some things were impossible, very mod estly replied that he would only ask one grain of wheat on the first square of the chess board, two on the second, four on the. third, and so on in geometrical progression, till the last, or sixty-fourth square. The prince laughingly assented to this, to him, very moderate de mand, but he had not gone far to wards granting it before he discov ered his mistake, and his utter inca pability to perfom that which he had promised to do, for he saw that he had not, nor ever would have, wheat enough on his whole domain to grant liis novel request. 8o much for a traditional story, the authenticity of which I will not vouch for; but having felt some ca. riosity upon the affair, I have taken great pains to work out the long and tedious problem, and also to actually count enough wheat to give the exact number of grains in a bushel, and the number in a square foot, aud upon which basis I have made the following calcula tion, some of which appeared in print several yearssince, while some are entirely new, the whole of which I will vouch to be correct. The number of grains upon the 64th square is 16,446,744,020,019,- 900,416. Now if four grains laid leDghtwise equal an inch, and the circumference of the earth is 25,- 000 miles, we have wheat enough in the last square to encircle it 3,. 307,343,442 times. In a bushel of wheat there are 927,000 grains, which, if divided into the number of grains in the last square, gives us 17,730,426,929,732 bushels. Allowing the population of the earth to number 1,200,000,000, and each one to consume 10 bush els yearly, and there is enough to sustain this vast number 1,477 years, or a period nearly as long as from the birth of Jesus Christ up to the present time. Place this wheat in a column one hundred feet square, aud it would rise to an altitude of 38,119,520 feet, or nearly 7,590 miles. Place it in wagons, each one containing 100 bushels, and allowing 30 feet to every wagon, we would have a train 10,073,532,803 miles inlength —long enough to reach from the earth to the sun 106 times. This example in geometrical pro gression teaches us a lesson we should, always remember —teaches ut not to despise a thing because it is small, for it, like the grain of wheat upon the square of the chess board, may lead to unlooked-for and wonderful results. A. L. Watson. The Wife. Here is the best tribute to wo man, we over read: Only let a woman be sure she is precious to her husband—not use ful, not valuable, not convenient simply, but lovely and beloved ; let her be the recipient of his polite and hearty attentions, let her feel that her cares and love are noticed, appreciated and returned, let her opinion be asked and her approval sought; and her judgment be re spected in matters of which she is cognizant; in short, let her only be loved, honored and cherished, in fulfillment of the marriage vow, and she will be to her husband, her children and society a well spring of happiness. She will bear pain, aud toil and anxiety, for her hus band’s love to her is. a tower and a fortress. Shielded and sheltered therein, and adversity will have lost its sting. She may suffer, but sympathy will dull the edge of sor row. A house with love in it—and by love I mean love expressed in words, and looks and deeds, for 1 have not one spark of faith in love that never crops out —is to a house without love, as a person to a ma chine; one is life, the other a mech anism, the unloved woman may have bread just as light, a house just as tidy as the other; but the latter has a spring of .beauty about her, a joyousness, a penetrating and pervading brightness to which ! the former is an entire stranger.— The deep happiness of her heart shines out in her face. She gleams over. It is airy, and graceful, and warm aud welcoming with her pres cnee; she is full of devices and plots, and sweet surprises for heT husband and family. She has nev er done with the romance and poetry of life. She herself is a lyric poem setting herself to all pure and gracious melodies.— Humble household ways and duties have for her a golden significance. The prize makes her calling high ; and the end sanctifies the means.— “ Love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.” —A countryman stopped 'at the Maxwell House, Nashville, for din ner. The waiter inquired what he would have, and was told to bring “ something of what he had.” The waiter brought him a regular din ner upon small dishes, as is the usu al form, and set them around his plate. The countryman surveyed them for a moment, and then broke out: “ Well, I like your samples; now bring me some dinner.” Pay The Printer. Summer’s going ttry fast, Soon will come the winter, Take advice and in a trice, Go and pay the Printer. Every little helps yon know, Does not take a mint, or, Heavy purse like Croesus had, Settling with the Printer, Happy heart yon then will have Care you then may inter, For the thought that you have brought Joy unto the Printer. Smiles will wreath hi3 face, and though Fierce may come the winter, You’ll blest the day yon did pay, What you ow'd the Priuterr The Fear of Death- Above all things, the fear of death should be valiantly combated. “Tolove life without fearing death,” said Hufeland, “is the only means of living happy and dying at a good old age.” People who dread death seldom attain longevity. If death presents itself to us under a repulsive and terrifying aspect it is solely owning to our habits and prejudiceshaving perverted our feelings. Montaigne just shid that it is darkening the room, the faoes full of grief ana desolation, the moaning and crying, that make death terrific. Civiliza tion, by investing death with the most lugubrious associations that it can conjure up, has also contribu ted to rendering it a hideous spec< tre. It is the reverse with the pa tient. In nine cases out of ten death is not only a relief, but almost a sense of voluptuousness. Sleep daily teaches us the reality of death. “Sleep and cleath aro twins,” said the poets of antiquity. Why, then, should we fear death when we daily invoke its brother as a friend and consolation ? “Life,” said Buffon, “begins to fall long be fore it is utterjy gone.” Why then, should we fear death when we dai ly invoke its brother as a friend and a consolation ? “Life,” said Buffon, “begins to fail long before it is utterly gone.” Why then, should we dread the last moment, when we are prepared for its advent by so many other moments of a similar character ? Death is as nat ural aS life. Both come to us in the same way, without our conscious ness without our being able to de termine the advent of either. No One knows the exact moment when he goes to sleep, none will know the exact moment of his death. It is certain that death is a pleasurable feeling. Lucan used to say that life would be unsupportable to man if the gods had not hidden from him the happiness he would experi ence in dying. Tullius Mareellinus, Francis Suarez and the philosopher La Mettrie, all spoke of tiie volup tuousness of their last moments.— Such are the consolations which philosophy presents to timid minds that dread death. We need not say what much higher and loftier consolations await the Christian who is firm aud steadfast in bis faith, and has before him the prospect of eternal life. A Word to Mothers. Each mother is a historian. She writes not the history of empires or of nations on paper, but she writes her own history on the im perishable mind of her child. That tablet and that history will remain indelible when time shall be no more. That history each mother shall meet again, and read with eternal joy or unuterable grief in the coming age of eternity.— The thought should weigh on the mind of every mother, and render her deeply circumspect, prayerful and faithful in her solemn work of training up her children for lieavou and immortality. The minds of children are very susceptible and easily impressed. A word, a look, may engrave an impression on the mind of the child which no lapse of time can efface or wash cut. You walk along the sea shore when the tide is out, an I you form characters or write words or names in the smooth white sand which is spread out so clear and beautiful at your feet, according as your fancy may dictate; but the returning tide shall in a few hours wash out and efface all you have written. Not so the linos and characters of truth and error which your conduct im prints on the mind of your child. There you write impressions for the everlasting good or ill of your child, which neither the floods nor the slow moving ages of eternity can obliterate. How careful should each mother be in her treatment of her child! How prayerful and how serious, and how earnest to write the eter nal truths of God on his mind—- those truthes which shall be his guide and teacher when her voice shall be silent in and lips no longer move in prayer in his behalf, in commending her dear child to her covenant God. Husrand— “lf I were to lose you, I would never be such a fool as to marry again.” Wife—“lf I were to lose you, I would marry again directly.” Husband—“My death would be regretted by at least one person.” Wife—“By whom ?” Husband—“My successor.” An old lady who Was asked what she thought of the eclipse, replied : “ Well, it proves one thing —that the papers don’t always tell ■» Daniel s Time of the End. : 1 Every time there is a cornet, an eclipse, an earthquake, or one of those big wars which are popularly supposed to make ambition virtue, we are called upon to read and ad mire in the newspapers any nnmber of articles touching the probable bearing of the event on the fulfill ment of prophecies as recorded in the sacred Scriptures. The war in Europe has started the Church Un ion a going in this line. Taking Daniel’s “seven times” as beginning •at the birth of Nebuchadnezzar, and as divided into two equal peri ods of 1,260 years, it ends the first period at about A. D. 603 to 615, and the second at A. D. 1863 to 1875. The same persecuting pow er, typified by Daniel’s “little horns” and by the “ten horned beast,” the “false prophets,” and the “harlot” of the Apocalypse, is to close its career at the end of the second pe riod. Recapitulating the stirring events in Europe, it adds that “but one feature, the conversion of the Jews, remains to complete the verification of the theory bt the great commentators, thatrtho decade in which we* are living is at the close of the great propbetie period, and the beginning of Daniels time of the end.” Things were explained pretty much in the same way da ring the late war in this country.— That little coolness between the two sections was to end in a gener al knock-down-aod-drag-out, be tween all the nations of the earth, somewhere in the valley of the Mis sissippi, and then—the Millenium. But from some cause or other, which lias never been satisfactorily, explained, the South and North were the only parties named in the programme that ptit in an appear ance at the appointed time, and the thing, fell through. This, with the help of the dozens of other instan ces of the same sort, should teach the religious press that it is worse than a waste of time to attempt to force the scriptural prophecies and foreshadowings to dovetail with the events of our time. —Louisville Courier. “There is a certain mysterious tact of sympathy and antipathy by which we discover the like and un like of ourselves in others’ charac ter. You cannot find out a man’s opinion unless he chooses to express them; but his feelings and his char acter you may. lie cannot hide them; you feel them in his look and mien, and tone and motion. “There is, for instance, a certain something in sincerity and reality which cannot be mistaken—a cer tain sotnethhg in real grief which the most artistic counterfeit cannot imitate. It is distinguished by nature, not education. There is something in an impure heart which purity detects afar off. Marvellous it is how innocence perceives the approach of evil which it cannot know by experience, just as the dove which has never seen a falcon trembles by instinct at its approach. Just as a blind man detects by finer sensitiveness the passing of the cloud which he cannot seo over shadowing the sun. It is vvon •drous how, the truer we become the more unerringly we know the ring of truth—discern whether a man be true or not, and can fasten at once upon the rising lie in word, and look, and dissembling act. — Wondrous how the charity of Christ in the heart finely perceives the slightest aberration from charity in others, in ungentle thought or slan derous tone.” Good Sense.— The great trouble among American youth is the lack of application and thoroughness in what they undertake. Anything that cannot be learned with super ficial study, is given the go-by for something less tedious and irksome. Study and hard labor are looked at from a wrong standpoint; and, as a consequence, the clerkship rauks are full of unemployed and half starved young men, and the profes sions are overflowing with medioc rity, while good mechanics find plenty of work at living prices.— The evil spoken of is felt seriously. Those who work a trade do it in so loose and careless a manner that they are not competent to do the work they promise to do. Among the loudest deolaimers for the rights of labor, are men and women who can claim no rights that belong to labor well performed. Don’t Lean Upon Others. —Half at least of the disappointed men we meet are victims of ill-grounded hopes and expectations, persons who have tried to lean upon others, in stead of relying upon themselves. This leaning is* poor business. It seldom pays. Energetic men (and they are generally the,class looked up to for aid) do not like to belean ed on. If you arc riding in a rail road ear, and a great hulking fellow lays his head on your shoulder and goes to sleep, you indignantly shake him off. It is the same in business. The man who does not at least at tempt to hoe his own row need not expect, any one to hoc it for him. It is nonsense for any man to pre tend to the dignity of being unfor tunate who has depended upon oth ers, when he might have cloven a way to fortune for himself. An old lady bought a shroud for her husband the other day, re marking, that he wasn’t dead yet, or particularly ailing; but she didn’t think that she should ever be able to bay it so very cheap again. The Young Widow. A census-taker, going his rounds, stopped at an elegant brick dwell ing the exact locality of which is fio business of ours, . He was received by a stiff, well dressed lady, who could bo well recognized as a widow of some years standing. On learning the mission of her visitor, the lady invited him to take* a seat in the hall. Having arranged himself into a working position, he inquired for. the number of persons in the family © £ the lady. “Eight,” replied the lady, “inclu ding myself” “Very well—vour age, madam.” “My age, sir,” replied the lady, with a piercing, dignified look, “I conceive its none of your business what my age might be. You are inquisitive, sir.” “The law compels me, madam, to take the age of every person in the ward; it is my duty to make the inquiry.” “Fell if the law compels you to ask, I presume it compels me to an swer. lam between 30 and 40.” “I presume that means 35.” “No, sir; it means no such thing —I am only 3%years of age.” “Very well, madam”—putting down the figures—“just as you say. Now for the ages of the children— commencing with tho youngest, if you please. “Josephine, my youngest, is 10 years of age.” * . ... * “Josephine—pretty name 10.” “Minerva was 12 last week.” “Minerva —captivating—l 2.” “Cleopatra Elvira has just turned 15:” “Cleopatra Elvira—charming— “ Angelina is 18, sir; just 18.” “Angelina—favorite name—jß.” “My oldest and only married daughter, sir, Anna Sophia, is little ovjer 25.” “Twenty five, did you'say ?” “Yes, sir. Is there anything re markable in her being of that age?” “Well, no, I can’t say there is; but isn’t it remarkable that you should haVe been her mother when you were only eight years of age?” About that time the census-taker wag observed funning out ©f the house—why, we do not know. It was the last time he ever pressed a lady to give her exact ago. Think of tipe Poor. —llow much of true religion is with the |»oor. Christ seems to have taken them under his special charge. His gospel was preached to the poor; and this was one of the signs which he sent to John the Baptist iu pris on. With his own blessed hands he fed the poor by a creative act, haviug compassion on them when they fainted. His miracles, we have reason to think, were in a large majority of instances wrought upon the poor ; and the “ common people heard him gladly.” The apostles at Jerusalem were always anxious that Paul should remember the poor. And when Christ shall sit on his throne of judgment he will make inquisitions coacerning all we have done, or failed to do, in regard to the hungry, the naked, the stranger, the prisoner, and the sick ; and will regard us as having done, or failed to do, all this to himself. There are powerful motives to make us think of the poor. When it is well with us, we should re member them ; when we hear the storm beating upon oar habitations, and yet are securely sheltered, warmed, fed, sitting over our books or among our children, we should think of the poor. Identification of tub Prus sian Dead.— There is something, says a correspondent, extremely toachingin apractice wliich exists in the German army, and which, lam told by Prussian officers, only com menced with the present war.— Every officer, and commissioned officer and soldier has a card stitch ed outside his tunic or jacket, upon which was written his name, the number of his regiment, the letter of his company and the designation of his native village, as well as of the province in which the village is situated. Whenever a dead, sol dier is found, the first thing done is to cut off this card and deliver it to an officer of the brigade, whose particular duty it is to col lect the names of the dead. There no sooner is an engagement over than the name and native place of every dead soldier is known, and relatives have at least the consola tion of knowing as soon as they lose a relative. - If wo ceuld only read each other’s hearts, we should be kinder to each other, if we knew the woes and bitterness and physical annoyances of our neighbors, wo should make allowances for them which we do not now. We go about masked, uttering stereotyped sentiments, hiding our heart-pangs and our headaches as carefully as we can; and yet we wonder that others do not discover them by in tuition. We cover our best feel ings from the light; we do not so conceal our resentments and our dislikes, of which vve aro prone to bo proud- Life is a masquerade at which few unmask, even to their very dearest. And though there is need of much masking, would to Heaven we dared show our real fancies from birth to death, for then some few, at least, would truly love each otheri —To ascertain the number of loafers, start a big dog fight. VOL. IV—NO. Revenue and Outlay—What Taxes are Abolished.— ~\Vash ington, October 1 MtQ revetm*3br September amounts to nearly $13,- 000,000. The Treasury disburse* ments for the month were 947,250,. 000, the largest item being $6,500',* 000 for Indians and Pensions, The new,internal revenue law, re pealing all taxes on gross receipts and sales, except of tobacco, dnuff, cigars and spirits, and abolishing the use of stamps on all receipts for money and on proifKssory notes of less denomination than SIOO, on billiards, and also all taxes imposed by schedule A of June 30th, 1864/ take effect to-day, and hereafter no taxes are to be collected on any of the above named articles. Schedule A, which ceased to ex ist yesterday, required taxes to be paid on carnages, gold watches, bil liard tables, gold and silver plate, etc. The tax on brokers’ sales are not repealed by law,, as was errone ously stated. Coin in Treasury, $96,000,000; currency, $37,000,000. The debt statement shows a de crease of $9,000,000. Sayings by Josh Billings. —The man who lives on hope must pick tho bones of disappointment. The devil is said to be. the father of lies. If this is wybo Ua* gos * largo family and a great moony promising children among them. Life is like a mug of beer, froth at the top, oil in the middle, and settlings at the bottom. * We should live in this life as though ivo war walking on glaze ico, liable to fall at enny moment, and tew be laffed at hi the bystand ers. Men, if they ain’t too lazy, live Buratimes till they are 80, aud de stroy the time a good deal oz fol lows : The fust 30 years thoy spend throwing stuns at a mark; the sec ond 30 they spend examining the mark tew see whar the stuns hit, and the remainder iz divided in cussing the stun throwing bizzincss and nussin the rumatizz. ; *' This settling down and folding our arms and waiting for something to turn up, iz just about az rich a speculation az going out into a 4uo acre lot, setting down on a sharp stun, with a pail between onr knees and waiting for a cow to back up and be milked. Smiles. —Nothing on earth can smile but human beings. Gems may flash reflash compared with an eyeflash and mirtbflash! A faoo that can not smile is like a bud that cannot blossom. Laughter is day and sobriety is night, a smile is the twilight that hovers gentlv between both, and is more bewitching than either. It is possible for us all to wear a smile or a frown at our own option.- Either becomes habitual from fre quent repetition-. ■ i I A gentleman told his servant to haul away a great heap of rub bish in his back-yard. The servant objected that it could not be emp tied anywhere within the city lim its. “Then dig a trench aud bnry it.” “lint, sir, where shall I put the earth that comos out of the trench ?” “Stupid 1 can’t you make it big enouglit to hold both ?” —The Danbury, Conn. “ News ” of a recent date says: “ Sunday be ing a balmy day, the styles were brought out. The most richly dressed lady we saw is the wife of a man who has owed this offioe thir teen dollars for nearly three years. He says he cannot raise the mouoy, and we believe him.” —A colored preacher comment ing on the passage, “Be ye there fore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves,” said that the mixture should be made in the proportion of a pound of dove to an ounce of serpent. A man out West, who read that dry coperas put in a bed of ants would cause them to leave, put some in his mother-in-law’s bed, to see if she wouldn’t go. He says she was there at last accounts. lie was a poetical man who described ladic’s lips as “the glow ing gateways of beans, pork and potatoes.” “Bridget, what became of the tallow 1 groasod mjr boot® with this morning V” “I fHod the buckwheat cakes in it.” “Oh. I was afraid yon had wasted it. Woman has this advantage over man; that his will has no op eration till he is dead; whereas hers generally takes effect in her 1 detune. . All efforts to make hay by gaslight have failed, but it is dis covered that wild oats can be sown under its benign and cheerful rays. The man who sat down on a paper of tacks said they reminded him of the income tax. Young lady physicians are multiplying throughout the eouio try, and consequently the young men are decidedly more sickly than they used to be.— They tell of a man out # West whose hair is so red that he has to wear fly-nets over his cars, to keep the candle-moths from flying in. —“I have a great love for old hymns,” said a pretty girl-to her masculine companion. “lain much fonder of young hers,” was his re p!y-. There is a poor fellow at Ban gor who says “it’s working be tween meals that’s killing him.”