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BY J. P. SAWTELL. E.H. PURDY, Manufacturer of Sales, Harness and Trials, And Wholesale aud Retail Dealer in All kinds of Sadlery Ware, Corner of Whitaker and Bryan Sts., SAVANNAH, QA. tsr Orders for Rnhber Belting, Hose and Packing; also, Stretched Leather Belting, tilled promptly. sepl7-6m t t. OUILMA.KTXN, JOHN FI.XHNERY. 1. i. GUILMARTIN & CO., Cotton Factors, AND General Commission Merchants, Bay St., Savannah, Ga. Agents for Bradley's Super Phos 'phaH of Lime , Powell’s Mills Ya/rns and Domestics, etc• Bagging, Rope and Iron Ties, al ways on hand. j-gr Usual Facilities Extended to Customers. aepl7-fiin A. J, MILLER & CO., FURNITURE DEALERS, 150 Broughton Street, SAVMIAH, GEORGIA. WE HAVE ON HAND, and are con tinually receiving, every variety of Parlor and Bedroom Sets, ‘Bureaus, Washstands, Bedsteads, Chairs, Rockers, Wardrobes Meat, Safes, Cradles, Looking Glasses, Feathers, Featherbeds, Fil ''Tihli ! mosh, Shuck and Excelcior Matrasses •on hand, and made to order. Jobbing and Repairing neatly dot e, and with despatch. We are fullv prepared to fill orders. Country orders promptly attended to. All letters of inquiry answered promptly. <aepl7-6m. MARIETTA MARBLE YARD. j AM PREPARED TO FURNISH Marble, Monuments, Tombs, Head and Foot Stones, Yaces, Urns, Vaults, etc., JLt very reasonable tenns, made of Italian; American and Georgia MAHB L E . IRON RAILING Put Up to Order. For information or designs address me at this place, or DR. T. 8. POWELL, Agent. Cnthbert, 6a Address, J. A. BI§AMER, sepl7 Cm Marietta, Ga. ~ GEORGE S.~HART~& CO,, Commission Merchants, Amt Wholesale Dealers in Fine Butter, Cheese, Lard, etc., S9 Pearl and 28 Bridge Sts.. N. Y. RT- Butter and Lard, of all grades, pat up iin every variety ot package, (<>r ShipmSnt. t<- W arm Climates. *tept7-fim* REED & CLARKE, No. 22, Old Slip, New York, DEAT.KUS IN PROVISIONS, Onions, Potatoes, Butter, etc. sept,l7-6m ELY, OBERHOLSTER & CO., Importers and Jobbers in Dry Goods, JVos. 329 & 331 Broadway, Corner of Worth Street. «epls-6m New Yoß’k. Mm Z@mtiJER WHEEL, Mill Gearing,Shafting Pulleys <g-CsEND FORACIRCULAFL-J^ GEORGE PAGE & CO. JVo. 5 JV. Schroeder St., Baltimore. Manufacturers of FORTABLE AND BTA*IO»ARY Steam Engines and Boilers PATENT IMPROVBI) . PORTABT.S Circular Saw Mill Gang, Mulay and Sash Saw Mills, Grist Mills, Timber Wheels, Shingle Ma chines, &c. Dealers in Circular Saws, Beh. log and Mill supplies generally, and manufac turer’s agents for Leffel’s Celebrated Turbine Water Wheel and evevy description of Wood Working Machinery. Agricultural Engines a Specialty. safSend for descriptive ; Catalognes & Price hist. ?ep!7 ly. CUTHBERT Ml APPEAL. THE EUREKA AMMOIATEH BONE SUPER-PHOSPHATE OF LilMe: Is for sale at All Points of Importance IN GEORGIA. T WE HAVE SOLD IT FIVE SUCCESSIVE YEARS, AND KNOW It is the very Article FOR PLANTERS TO USE. DAVID DICKSON, Esq., Os Oxford, says It is superior to any COMMERCIAL FERTILIZER He has ever applied, and RECOMMENDS IT TO EVERYBODY. WE SOLD OVER Two Thousand Tons IN GEORGIA LAST YEAR. IT HAS BEEN TRIED AND ALWAYS. PAID THE PLANTER. Send for a Pamphlet. An Agent may be found at almost every De pot, but information can always be iiad of F. W. SIMS & CO., Savannah, (<a. Agent at Cuthbert, Ga., 0. 0. JONES. Agent at Fort Gaines, Ga., SITLIYE & dRAHAI. jan2o-3m CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1871. ®jj{ <M|krt s|pa|. Terms of Subscription: One Year. ...$3 00 | Six Months..., s2 00 INVARIABLY in ADVANCE. fa?* No attention paid to orders for the pa per nn'ess accompanied by the Cash. Rates of Advertising: One square, (ten lines or less.) 91 00 for the first and 75 cents for each subsequent inser tion. A liberal deduction made to parties who advertise by the year- Persons sending advertisements should mark the number of times they desire them inser ted, or they will be continued until forbid and charged accordingly. Transient advertisements must be paid for at the time of insertion. Announcing names of candidates for office, $5.00. Cash, in all cases. Obituary notices over five lines, charged at regnlar advertising ra’es. All communications intended to promote the private ends or interests of Corporations, So cieties, or individuals, will be charged as ad vertisements. J»b Work, snch 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. From the Waverley Magazine. Ode to Time. Slowly rolls tby wheel. O Time 1 Coming! going! past! Drifting towards tbe realms sublime— Going! fading fast! Echoless thy sileut tread, Sleepless e’er thy towering head. Still untouched thy virgin bed Slowly gliding past. Thou didst view the planet's birth With thy sleepless eyes ; Thou didst bear tbe first dread enrse, And the victim’s sighs ; Tbou couldst brood upon the sight, And, in tby unceasing flight, Didst assuage their bitter blight, Soothing their sad cries. When from out the ocean’s bed Mighty vapors rose, And o'er land their liquid shed, Mid strained nature’s throes. Thou didst view the erring race Fleeing from the waters’ chase, Dying iu their fierce embrace, Cursing in their woes. When, again, the waking earth Teemed with beings fair, Gladly smiled, in its new birth, ’Neath tbe Maker’s care. Thou again wert passing o’er Towards the dim eternal shore, Sweeping on forevermore— Wandering, wandering—where ? Thou hast witnessed mighty hosts In their giant power, And heard Monarch’s lordly boasts In pride’s haughty hour ; Yet hast thou strolled gently by Where their crumbling ashes lie. Swept by bleak winds far and nigb, Mocking life’s brief power. Dost thou leave thy dead behind, Midst dim memorie’s gloom ? Will tbe naked soul then find Brighter realms in bloom ? When the grim destroyer’s spell Steals a soul’s vain mortal shell, Where then ehall the spirit dwell— What its fate or doom ? Shall the fierce internal strife Rack its strings no more ? Is its longing, dreamy life Wrecked upon a shore Where the senseless atoms strand, Where decaying creatures blend, Where all bitter sorrows end, And thought lives no more? Oh! tbou bast a silent tongue, Grim,|relentless Time ; Could Fate’s purpose but be wrung From thy lips sublime! For tbou’rt wise, I know full well, And our anxious fears co ildst quell ; Yet hast thou no tale to tell Os the immortal clime? Keep thy mighty secret, then ; Smile with knowing eyes, Speed to tby eternal deft ; Hence no echo flies. Be thy journey joy or woe, I would not its purport know. And my fragile soul o’ertbrow With awe’s crushing cries. Tbou dost smile upon me now, In life’s brittle chain : W ben to death I meekly bow, Thou wilt smile, again, And wilt greet each coming race In thy hoary, grim embrace ; Still wilt wander when no truce Os their forms remain. WIXSIEU) Stkckei.. Frankness.— Be frank with the world Frankness is the child of honesty and courage Say what you mean to do on every Occasion, and lake it for granted that you mean to do just what is right. If a friend ask you a favor, you should grant it, if it is reasonable; if it is not tell him plainly why you cannot. You will wrong him and wrong yourself by equivocation of any kind. Never do a wrong thing to make a friend or keep one"; the man who requires you to do so is dearly purchased, and at a sacrifice. Deal kiadly and firmly with all men, and you will find it the policy which wears the best. Above all, do not appear to others what you are not. If you have any fault to find with any one, tell , him, not others, of what you complain. There is no more dangerous experiment than that of undertaking to do one thing to a man’s face and another behind his back. We should live, act and speak out of doors, as the phrase is, and say and do what we are wil ling should be kuown by all men.— It is not only best as a matter of principle, but as a matter of policy. From the College Bell. Will It Pay ? BY ORIOLE. Will it pay ? this is a legitimate question, and the all-absorbing one of this truly mechanical age. Wil it pay ? is a problem, the solution of which, has wrought mighty changes in the physical social and political world. It has built tip empires, levelled the pride of nations, freight ed the seas with the rich products of national commerce, or burdened its heaving bosom with the death missiles of contending armies. It has constructed the world in its pa geantry of wealth, and given vital ity to every material interest of this globe. Over the great ocean of thought it has stood like a Genii making the waves of passion and sympathy roll and heave at the touch of its wand. It has inspired the child of genius, unknown to fortune and to fame, and made him the benefactor of his race. It has dug into the deepest recesses of na ture, and exposed the glittering jewels that gleam in her vaulted caves, and brought to light her se cret agencies as ministers to man’s comfort and happiness. The Auro ra borealis, shooting its quivering light amid the lustre of polar stars, is but an embodiment of the sab tile agency that strikes -its polished shafts of magnetic fire to terrify the nations of the earth. Alike potent, is the subject of this theme. There was a time when scholastic philososhy sought its own gratifi cation in the multiplication of the ories and hypotheses—when men devoted time, talents and energy to art and science, from the noble mo tives of enriching human knowl edge. Whole lives were passed in delving into the unexplored mines of truth, with the the simple reward of originating an idea or discovering a fact; bat the time is past when men are satisfied with the bare idea of becoming a benefactor of the race. Now, science, litera ture and art abide the all powerful touchstone, “ will it pay ?” Social, political and moral destiny are placed iu the mercenary scales. The relation between labor and compen sation, cost and profit, is indelibly impressed upon every department of life. The man of science trans mutes the beautiful pebbles of truth into the golden dust of avarice.— In the quiet laboratory of his thoughts he counts the dollars and cents that inspire the efforts of bis genius. Instead of delving for the diamond, he seizes the blackened coal to counterfeit its crystals. Will it pay ? is the absorbing thought in every stroke of art, in every profession of life. Thus the world is taught to prize the counterfeit as the genuine coin, and the feverish desire for gain, ob literates those warm sensibilities that should fill a virtuous heart and life. ‘‘lt will pay,” lays its releut* less hand upon character, drags from oblivion deeds by virtue crown ed, or awakes to life those frailties over which the grave with all its cruelty casts its pitying veil. What but well filled coffers, visions of or ange groves, could have tempted the foul spirit of Uncle Tom’s Cab in. What but greed of gain could have commanded that profane touch, which stealthily invaded the sanct ity of the tomb to pluck immortal honors from the brow of death. — : Bright in immortelles the Bard sleeps on, nor little recks he of that recreant hand, that lays its puny efforts on his brow. She is paid ! such pay as Shakespear says, “does not enrich,” bat leaves her poor in deed. Byron’s gems of thought will re flect their beauty in the world of poesy where ever genius eonse crates her shrine. Hers, live as the bubble upon some stagnant pool, that fell too plainly ol the corrup tion beneath the feculent waters.— How many are striving to “make it pay ” by seizing the current of events, not “to point a moral, or adorn a tale,” but to create a sensa tional theme, where the rank pas sions of the human heart gloat in the corruptions of vicious life.— Here in this great thoroughfare you will find every variety of char acter from the animalculi in reputa tion, to the mammoth cheat Here is the quack crying his “ cure-all ” to the credulous crowd. The carpet bagger couuting over bis nine dol lars per day, the wiry politician watching the wind and the tide, the lawyer the faith of his client, the judge waiting for a bribe, preachers with money -chan gers selling doves, pedagogues with the shortest way to learn by rule and strict directions bow to gradu ate a fool. To count the cost of any enterprise that is honorable and make it pay the fruits of virtuous toil, is|he grand achievement of hu man existence. It multiplies the sources ot genuine happiness, and “ feeding the fainting multitude ” it “ gathers up the fragments,” and nothing is lost to virtue or to truth. But ill-gotten gain and hoarded wealth, will never pay the price it costs; ’tis the soul that needs enrich ing ! make its treasures pay, and beyond the touch of time, ’twill flourish in immortal bloom. See’st thou the man who •> made it pay,” He counted his heaps ot shilling gold o’er and o’er, He had enough, but wanted more; I will pull down my barns and greater build, And plant, and reap a doable »tore v ' Say will it pay t A voice said nay I Thou fool to the spirit sow, — See’st thou the beggar at tby door ? Sell what thou lust, and to him give ; “T’wili pay,” when thbu may’st no longer live, “Cast thy bread upou the waters wide,” And thou shalt find it in the even tide, Wheu thy heart most pines for peace 1 Truth and integrity alone wilt pay, Wheu the riches of iarth are passing away,— Be honest, be upright, all else is vaiu;— ’Twill pay with joy in life, in death be gain ! A Time for Mirth. We have no quarrel with smiles. They are good for constant wear. But there is something in down right laughter that smiles cannot attain to, by any amount of constan cy; and we write to inquire wheth er the good old wholesome custom of laughing is not losing ground ? Whether men are not getting too self-restrained, too dignified, or too busy to perform this delightful du ty in all the richness and fulness of the olden time ? llow well we re member our good old father, long after the gray began to show, sit ting in the parlor while the chil dren “ were having a time ”—tell ing stories, acting ludicrous scenes, reciting all manner of mirth-provok ing matters —not with a permissive smile upon his face, but laughing heartily, till he could scarcely sit erect, till the tears ran down his cheeks, till he could laugh no more, every drop of the precious wine having run out! Then after the mirth had held its hour, we gather ed around the table, and more so ber tasks, but mellow and genial, took the place of laughter. But the crust had been broken up. The life had been roused, and the con verse wetft all the deeper for hav ing been so stirred at the begin ning. It is a real blessing to have one in a family who is sensitive to the ludicrous. There are enough to re flect the sad side of life, and its ir table side, and its sober side. We need one or more to show the mirth that often trembles just below the surface of painful things. A real impetuous laugh dissipates many illusions, sweeps the twilight out of our imaginations, and brings honest daylight. But it must be real. No dry, hacking laugh- It should be spontaneous, outbursting, irresistible, infectious. We have, seen men fall to laughing who have not heard the cause ot mirth, but only have caught the contagion of other men’s laughing. It is hard not to laugh with men who are in earnest about it. People talk about the grim Puri tans. We do not know how it was in Old England, but can speak for New England very emphatical ly, that more genuine natures nev er were found under buttons than animated the old-fashioned minis ters of New England. Verydigni bed they were, to be sure, when on duty, and very grave and solemn when on the street. For they were taught to be ministers in public, but men in private. The “Minis ter’s Association ” used to meet at our father’s house about once a year. There was much religious conference and consultation, there were devout public services, and deep theological discussions. But when the period of duty was over, then came the great dinner, and af ter that the social afternoon, with the side-splitting stories and its hearty mirth. Better story-tellers there never were ! Better laughing at good tales, ot comical people and ludicrous events, never rewarded story-tellers! If there had been any collisions, any grudges, any irritations of dis cussion, they were all swept away iti the tide of various mirth ; and when the social band broke up and rode away home, they were wiser, better, and happier men, for both prayer and laughter! Let no man imagine that he shall inherit the blessings of laughter who only sniffs, or who impotently giggles, or has that empty laughter of the fool—the thorns burning and crackling of Solomon. But busy men, and wise men, and men whose hearts carry sorrows, and earnest men, too tense by half, with long continued responsibility, will tin t life aud strength in good, honest, thorough-going laughter. It is a pity that mourners and laughers could not trade with each other. As it is now, too often mourners do all the mourning, and laughers do all the laughing. It is good for sorrow to have some stars in its horizon. Take your standard of a man from his mind, and not the dress. From the Springfield Republican. Mysteries of the Toilet. With your kiud permission, I have a few words to say to that Boston girl who asks the following questions of other girls : “ Could you love a man who wore false hair on his head when he had enough of his own? Who painted his face and improved his form as you improve (?) yours? Who pinched his feet with small shoes, his hands with small gloves, his waist with corsets, and then, as if he had not already deformed him self enough, tied a huge bustle to his back, and thrust tiny mountains of wire into his bosom ?” lam disgusted with you, Bos ton, or any other girl, who follows the fashions, and then rails about them, for there is not a doubt that you are the very personification of style, from the jute switch that sur mounts your cranium to the dainty French boots'which torture your ti ny feet. I hold that it -is every body’s duty to look as well as they can, or as their circumstances will admit of; and what would be said of any girl or woman who did not arrange her hair after tbe prevail ing style, although there are plenty of ladies who do that, with only their own luxuriant tresses, with out getting any crodit for it as ev ery one says, “ What a splendid switch !” whose boots and gloves did not set neatly, who wore ill-fit ting dresses; and supposing we do wear bustles, when they are proper ly adjusted, instead of being a de formity they are very becoming.— There is nothing injurious about them, and we must have some va riety. Women dress to please the men, and there is not a man in Christendom, who has the moral courage to appear in public with a lady dressed, however modestly and sensibly, if in disregard of the fash ion. And when you come right down to the nicety of the point, and talk about getting one’s self up to look pretty, the men use quite as much deception for that purpose as the women, and quite as much tilue and money. Your gentleman pays a barber by the week to keep his hair and whiskers in order, and to brush end clean and fix him up, and turn him out in the morning, fit for his place of business, and at night presentable for the evening; aud a tailor by the year to keep him well dressed. And you just go to these tailors, to the “ artist tailors ” in Temple Place, in your own city, for instance, aud see what they will tell you, if you can persuade them to tell, of stays and corsets, padded chests, shoulders, aud even legs, to which the “ tiny mountains of wire,” which, perhaps, some ladies wear—although for my own part I never saw such a thing—are not a circumstance. Men quite as often use cosmetics as women. They wash in borax and lemon juice, use endless quan tities of glycerine and sweet oil— aud ean tell the girls secrets about sleeping in kid gloves, aud poultic ing hands and face to make them white. Perhaps you have a big brother. I have, and a big cousin, both of whom, delight in looking as irresistible as possible, and some of the mysteries of the toilet into which these same lords of creation have imitated us girls would aston ish you. Why, bless you, Boston, we didn’t even know there was such a thing as “ Pearltina” until they told us. “ Most all the stu dents use it,” says cousin Tom, who is at Yamherst; “can’t get along without it, it makes them so fair." And then brother Jack tells who buys cosmetics at his drug store, and it is not the girls. I know for a certainty of more men that paint their faces than I do women —really paint, pink and •white ; and you can’t find oue lady in five hundred that does that. Al most every lady sometimes uses a little innocent toilet powder, to counteract the effect of a soap, and make no secret of it, but that is a very different thing from poison paint. Bo you say it is only young clerks and students that are so vain? You are mistaken. Vanity is not confined to a class. I have heard a lady say, who for years kept a large boarding house tor gentlemen, and at different times numbered professional men, railroad officials, insurance agents, drummers, me chanics, etc., amoDg her patrons, that nearly every toilet table was supplied with paint, and she knew they used it. And 110 harm iu it either, only this universal painting makes on® almost fancy that 1 Civ ilizati Jn’s a failure, and the Caucas ian played out.” Hike to see fair play. The men need not blame the women for twhat hey are continually doing themselves. '' Could you love a man who pinched his feet?” I should just like to see Boston or any other girl find a man to love who does not wear boots a full size too small for him. Did you ever see a man’s bare foot ? I wish you could see bro ther Jack’s. They look about as much Like a lady’s soft, white, pvet ty, perfect shaped feet as they do like mud turtles. Corns here, and dislocations there, bunions on the joints, and the toes piled up on top of another, with the ends turned under. And I know by the sly talk I hear between him and his chums about ointments and corn plasters that he is Bot an exception. After making the few follies of the gentler sex their own, in an ag gravated degree, these male bipeds assert their manliness, by chewing tobacco, smoking cigars, or worse, a nasty pipe, by staggering home several times a week the worse for liquor, by keeping disreputable company of the opposite sex at their own, indulging in fast horses, betting at races, playing at billiards, and squandering their money gen erally. And it is very little appre ciation the wives, mothers, daugh ters, and sisters, get for keeping themselves nice, pure, dainty, and pretty, aud for doing everything in their power to make home pleasant and attractive for them. Boston had better let the meu fight their own battles as they are quite able to do, and if she has anything smart to say, let it be on the other side of the question. To be sure her arti cle would not stand so good a chance of getting printed as any thing down on the women ; every editor will give it a conspicuous place, and every man will chuckle over and read it aloud to his lady friends within hearing, and mark the piece and send it to those at a distance. Whether my letter is read or not, I have freed my mind, and that is one satisfaction to A SrRiNUFiKLp Girl. A Mother’s Prayer. In tby little cradle-bed, With thy lips so rosy red, Little winsome angel fa r, , Mother’s prayer above the said. Heaven protect thee, little one; In tbe weary years to come ; Help thee in the weary strife, Take the to a better life When thy little span is run! Old Maids and Bachelors. There are men and women who, like some flowers, bloom in exquis ite beauty in a desert wild; they are like trees which you often see growing in luxuriant strength out of a crevice of a rock where there seems not earth to support a shrub. The words “Old Maid,” “Old Bach elor,” have in them other sounds than that of half reproach or scorn; they call up to our minds, forms aud faces than which note arc dearer in all this world. The bloom of youth has possibly faded from their cheek, but there lingers around form and face something dearer than that.— Perhaps the years of maiden life were spent in self denying toil, which was too engrossing to listen even to the call of love, and she grew old too soon in the care of mother or sister and brother.— Now in these latter years she looks back calmly upon some half-cherish ed hopes, onco attractive, of hus band and child, but which, long, long ago she willingly gave up for present duty. So to-day in her loneliness, who shall say that she is not beautiful and dear ? So is she to the wide circle which she blesses. To some she has been all that a mother could have been; and though no nearer name than “aunt” or “sister” has been hers, she has to-day a mother’s claim and a mother's love. Disappointment has not soured but only chastened ; the midday or the afternoon of her life is all full of kindly sympathies and gentle deeds. Though uu wed ded, hers has been no fruitless life. It is an almost daily wonder to me why some women are married, and not a less marvel why many I see are not. But this I know, that many and many a household would be desolate indeed, and many a family circle would lose its bright est ornament, and its best power, were maiden sister or maiden aunt removed. Yonder isolated man, whom tlie world wonders at never having found a wife, who shall tell you all the secret history of the by-gone time ! of hopes and loves that once were buoyant and fond, but which death, or more bitter disappoint ment dashed to the ground ; of sor row which the world has never known. Now he walks among men somewhat alone, with some eccen tricities, but with a warm and kindly eye. If he has no home, there is many a home made glad by his presence; if there is no one heart to which he may cling in ap propriating love, there are many hearts that go out toward him, and many voices which invoks benedic tion on his head. To Farmers.— Of all the dreary places, deliver us from the dreary farm houses, which so many people call home. Bars for a front gate; chickens wallowing before the door; pig pens elbowing the house in the rear ; scraggy trees never cared for, or no trees at all; no cheering shrubs; no neatness; no trimness. And yet, a lawn, aud trees, ami a neat walk, and a pleasant fence around it, don’t cost a great deal.— They can be secured little by little, at odd times, and the expense hard ly felt. And if the time comes when it is best to sell the farm, fifty dol lars so invested, will often bring back five hundred. For a man is a brute, who will not insensibly yield to a higher price for such a farm, when he thinks of the pleasant sur roundings it offers to his wife aud children. Farmers, beautify and adorn your farms; set put orchards shrubbery, shade trees ; lay off lawns; build good fences; put up good gates, and paint or whitewash your outhouses and fences. A phTsician being asked by a patient if he thought a little spirits now and then would hurt him much, replied, “ I do not know that a lit tle occasionally Svonld hurt you much ; but if you don’t take any, it won’t hurt you at all.” YOL. Y-NO. 8 Radical Incendiarism. As an indication of the reckless and incendiary spirit with which a portion of our colored population have been imbued by the emmissa ries of Radicalism, we give the fol lowing preamble and resolutions which were adopted by the negro convention in Atlanta on Saturday last. This malicious and incendia ry fulmination was no doubt con cocted by some vilainous carpet bagger who, no friend to either the negro or his own race, seeks, if not to inaugurate insurrection at the South, at least to impose on the credulity and iuflame the prejudices of the Northern people for partisan purposes. We confess our astonishment that any body of colored men in Geor gia could be duped into giving the sanction of their endorsement to such a vile and wicked slander. The following was ottered by Clem Harris, of Fulton county: Whereas, The State of Georgia is cursed by bands of organized bodies of human fiends who roam about under the dark cover of night, with disfigured faces and bodies, for the purpose of shooting, beat ing and killing innocent colored persons; Whereas , They perpetrate these hellish and diabolical outrages un known to civilization, revolting to human sense, for no other cause than because these persons vote the Republican ticket, or refuse to work without pay. Whereas , These God forsaken and Heaven-daring wretches, not worthy of fuel enough to burn theii* felonious carcasses, who ar® too mean to die and are unfit to live, are fast exterminating our race at the rate we are being slaughtered; there fore, be it Resolved, That we call upon our people in all parts of the State to organize themselves in self-protect ing associations, and labor by all the might in their grasp, and at ev ery hazard stop this reigu of blood and earnage. Resolved, That self-protection is the first law r in nature, and that where the law of the land is power less to protect its citizens, that they have a right to die in their own de fence. Resolved, That this Convention regard it a moral, religious and pub lic duty to hunt down and destroy these villains, as they are more des tructive in a country than if it were infested with mad dogs and hyenas, and are far more deserving exter mination. That acts of lawlessness and vio lence do sometimes occur in our midst, aud that there are bad men both black and white in Georgia, whom the laws do not always re strain from the commission of crime, all mast admit and deplore. But that crime is more prevalent in Georgia than in other sections of the couutry North and South, that the laws are not as rigidly enforced for the protection of black and white alike, or that the public sentiment of Georgia does not reprobate and condemn lawlessness of every kind, we most sincerely and emphatically deny. Furthermore we condemn as slanderous, unwise, and wicked, the charges and threats contained in the above resolutions, aud we warn the honest, industrious, and lawabiding colored men of Georgia against such malignant and mali cious counsellors. — Sow. N'nos. Do good to thy friend, that he may be more than thy friend; your enemy, that he may become thy friend. Bo a friend to virtue, a stranger to vice. Govern thy tongue, and loaru to bear misfor tune. If a spider break his thread twen ty times, twenty times will he mend it again. Make up your mind to do a thing, and you will do it. Fear not, if troubles come upon you; keep up your spirits, though the day be dark, —The census returns show that the Presbyterians are the wealthiest denomination in Philadelphia, their property being worth more than $4,000,000. They also furnish more sittings than any other Church.— The Episcopalians stand next in both respects. Test of Character.— We may judge of a man’s character by what he loves as readily as by his asso ciates. If a person is wed to low and sorbid objects—if he takes de light iu that bachanalian revel, the vulgar song and debasing language —we can at once tell the complex ion of his uiiud. On the contrary, if he is found in the society of the good—if he loves purity and truth —we are satisfied that he is an up right man. A maid debased will not be found mi a holy assembly, nor among the wise and good. Ho whose affections are encircled by goodness, seeks not his gratification at the haunts of vice.— Colton. Borrowing Trouble.— How many thousand are there, whose en ergies are paralyzed by borrowing trouble! If they are not very un fortunate to-duy, they aro certain they will be so to-morrow. They spend so much of their tirao groan ing, that they have but little left for the performance of the duties of life. Such are not the men to whom the world commits important trusts, and whom it is ready to assist. If you tell the world that you are go ing to fail in any undertaking, it will bo sure to take you at your word. And men are most ready to help those who appear to need it the least. If you are weak, do your best to be cheerful.