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About Cuthbert weekly appeal. (Cuthbert, Ga.) 18??-???? | View Entire Issue (May 19, 1871)
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Jon Work, such as Pamphlets, Circulars, Cards, Blanks, Handbills, etc., will be execu ted in good style and at reasonable rates. All letters addressed to the Proprietor will, lie promptly attended to. Church. Directory. METHODIST CHURCH—R. B. Lester, Pastor. Preaching at 11, A. M. & 7 1-2, P. M. Sab bath school, 3, P. M BAPTIST CHURCH— P. M. Daniel, Pas tor. Preaching at 11, A. M. Sc 7 12, P. M. Sab bath School,9 1-2, A M. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH-J. S. Coz BT, Pastor. Preaching at 11, A. M. & 7 1-2, P. M. Sab bat It school, 9 1-2, A. M. For (bo Cuthbert Appeal. May. Cold, dreary winter now is past, With snow and frost and blighting blast; Tire sun sends forth his wanning ray, Reminding us of joyous May. With gladness it has come again, The flowers appear on hill and plain ; The fish and streamlet seem to say “ We know that this is merry May.'’ All nature now seems to be glad, The woods with living green are clad, The forest warbler chants his lay To welcome this new month of May. And merry laughing children too Wood and dale will ramble through, In sportive innocence all' day To pluck the blooming flowers of May. We’ll raise our hearts in grateful lays To thank Him for continued days, From month to month lie's been our stay, Behold, He scuds this beautiful May. And though the Pilgrim’s life ou earth Is ofttimes marked with blighting dearth, Yet trustiug God can truly say, December’s just as sweet as May. Shall not our hearts, with keen desire, To inward holiness aspire ? And seek the joys of Endless Day— For “Eden ” brings perpetual May. Vital Advantage of Taking a Pa per. I know two friends as much alike As ever you saw two stumps, And uo Phrenologist could find A difference in their bumps. One took a paper, and his life Was happier than a kings ; His children ull could read and write, And talk of meu and things. The other took no papers, and While strolling through the wood, A tree fell down upon his crown, And killed him—as it should. Had be been reading of the news, At home like neighbor J im, I’ll bet a cent this accident Had not befallen him ! A master passion is the love of news, Not music so commands, nor so the Muse ; To news all readers turn, and they Cau look Pleased ou a paper who abhor a book. A Sanguinary Ghost. A German paper states that five German huzzars were quartered in the house of a wealthy farmer in the neighborhood of Tours, and hospi tably received by their host. They were all lodged in different rooms of the house, and when they w ent to bed the farmer said playfully that the house was said to be haunted,.but that the ghost was of a most harm less disposition and had never injur ed anybody. In the night one of them was aroused by a slight, noise, •and to his horror, perceived a white figure glide through the room. The figure was gradually approaching ■the bed, and the huzzar, in its ter ror, took one of his pistols and fired 4tt-it. Now the spectre threw up its arms, uttered a piercing cry and fell-to the floor. Our hussar jump ed out of bed, struck a light, and «aw his friendly host wrapped in a white-sheet, and holding a bloody Unite in his band, in the agonies of death. He hastened to the rooms of his comrades, but found them all weltering in their blood, with their throats cut from ear to ear. Pro curing the help of some other sol diers, the house was searched, and under a pile of cabbage in the cel lar, w r ere found the mutilated bodies of a number of German soldiers whom the Frenclunau had doubt less assassinated in the same treach erous maimer. —lt is said that James Gordon Bennett, senior, has presented the Herald, value 53,000,000, to his son. CUTHBERT §Bj§ APPEAL. The Bridal Wine-Cup. In 1851 there lived in a small town in the State of New York the deacon of a certain Christian chnroh, who was noted for his liberal qual ities, who was in the habit of giv ing large wine suppers among his brotherhood of the church, and as a general thing, the guests would return home rather more th in slight ly inebriated; or rather more intox icated than they would have been if they had staid at home and enjoy ed the pleasure of their own fami lies, and saved themselves the trou ble of carrying the big head upon their own shoulders on the follow ing day, as Was the case. The scene which I wish to represent was one of a similar kind. Upon a Christmas day of *sl— was the marriage of the only daughter of the deacon—it was a .night of joy and glee. After the marriage had been performed the bottles of wine were brought forth ; all present filled their goblets full of poisonous nectar, except one, who stood like a marble statue. It was the bride; while the words were spoken from one of the crowd, “Pledge with wine.” “Pledge with wine,” cried the young and thought less Harvy Wood; “Pledge with wine,” ran through the crowd. The beautiful bride grew pale; the decisive hour had come. She pressed her white hands together, and the leaves of her bridal wreath trembled on her pure brow; her breath came quicker, and her heart beat wilder. “Yes, Marion, lay aside your scruples for this once,” said the deacon, in a low tone, going toward his daughter; “the company expect it; do not so infringe upon the rules of etiquette; in your own home act as you please, but in mine, for this once please me.” Every eye was turned toward the bride, for Marion’s principles were well known. Henry had been a convivialist, but of late his friends had noticed the change in his man ners—the difference of his habits— and to-night they watched to see, as they sneeringly said, if he was tied down to a woman’s opinion so soon. Pouring a brimming goblet, they held it with tempting smiles toward Marion. She was very pale, though more composed, and her hand shook not, as, smiling back, she gracefully accepted the crystal tempter and raised it to her lips. But scarcely had she done so when every one was attracted by her pjercing excla ination of, “Oh, how terrible f’ “What is it?” cried one and all thronging together, for she had carried the glass to her arm’s length and was fixedly regarding it as though it was some hideous object. “What?” she answered, while an inspired light shone fromjier eyes ; “wait, and I will tell you. I see,” she added, slowly raising one of fingers at the spark ling liquid, “a* sight that beggars all description ; and yet, listen—l will paint it for you, if I can; it is a lovely spot; tall mountains, crowd ed with verdure, rise in awful sub limity around, a river runs through, and bright flowers grow to the wa ter’s edge. There is a thick, warm mist, that the sun seeks vainly to pierce. Trees, lofty and beautiful, wave to the motion of the breeze. But there a group of Indians gath er, and flit to and fro with some thing like sorrow upon tlyeir dark brows, and in their midst lies a manly form—but his dark cheek, how deathly—his eyes wild with the fitful fire of fever. One friend stands beside, I should say kneels, for see, he is pi.lowing that poor head upon his breast. Genius in ruins on the high, holy-looking brow why should death mark it, and he so young ! Look how he throw's back the damp curls ! See him clasp his hands, hear his shrieks for life; how he clutches at the form of his companion, imploring to be saved ! Oh, hear him call piteously his fa ther’s name; see him twine his tin gers together, as he shrieks for his sister—his only sister, twin of his soul—weeping for him in his distant native land ! See ” she exclaimed, while the bridal party shrank back, the untasted wine trembling in their grasp, and the deacou fell overpow ered into his seat—“ see, his arms are lifted to heaven; he prays, liow wildly, for mercy. But fever rush es through his veins. The friend beside him is weeping. Awe-strick en, the dark men move silently aw'ay, and leave the living and the dying together.” There was a hush in that prince ly parlor, broken only by what seemed a sob from some manly bo som. The bride stood yet upright, with quivering lip, and tears stream ing into the outward edge-of her lashes. Her beautiful arm had lost its extension, and the glass, with its little troubled w aves, came slowly towards the range of her vision.— She spoke again; every lip was mute; her voice w T as low, faint, yet awfully distinct. She still fixed her sorrowful glance upon the wiue cup. “It is evening now, the great white moon is coming up, aud her beams fall gently on his forehead, — He moves not; his eyes are out of their sockets ; dim are the piercing glances. In vain his friend whis pers the name of father and sister ; no soft hand and no gentle voice bless and soothe him. His head sinks back ; one convulsive shudder —he is dead.” A groan ran through the assem bly. So vivid was her description, so tfnearthly her look, so inspired her manner, that what she described CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, MAY 19, 1871. seemed actually to have taken place then and there. They noticed, also that the bridegroom had hidden his face and was weeping. “Dead !” she repeated again, her lips quivering faster, and her voice more broken—“and there they scoop him a grave; and there, with out a shroud, they lay him down in the damp, reeking earth—the only son of a proud father, the idolized brother of a fond sister; and he sleeps to-day in that distant coun try, with no stone to mark the spot. There he lies —my father’s son, my own twin brother, a victim of this deadly poison! Father,” she ex claimed, turning suddenly, while the tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks —“ father, shall I drink the poison now?” The form of the old deacon was convulsed with agony. He raised not his head, but fn a smothered voiee he faltered, “ No, no, my child, in God’s name, no !” She lifted the glittering goblet, and letting it tall suddenly to the floor, it was dashed to pieces. Maiwy a tearful eye watched her move ment, and instantaneously every glass was transferred to the marble table on. which it had been prepared. Then, as she looked at the frag ments of crystal, she turned to. the company, saying: “ Let no friend hereafter who loves me, tempt me to peril my soul for wine, or any other poisonous venom. Not firmer are the ever lasting hills than my resolve, God helping me, never to touch or taste the terrible poison. And he, to whom I have given my hand—who watched over my brother’s dying form in that land of gold—will sus tain me in this resolve. Will you not my husband ?” Ilis glistening eyes, his sad, sweet smile w'as her answer. The deacon had left the room, but w’hen he re turned, and with a more subdued manner took part in the entertain ment of the bridal guests, no one pould fail to see that he, too, had determined to banish the enemy at once and-forever from that prince ly home. Reader, this is no fiction. I was there, and heard the words, whlbh I have penned, as near as I can recol lect them. This bride, her hus band, and her brother, who died in the gold regions of California, were schoolmates of mine. Those who were present at that wedding of my associates never forgot the impres sion solemnly made, and all from that hour foreswore the social glass. A Memorable Mkthodist Pic turk. —From a letter of Bishop George F. Pierce, in the Southern Christian Advocate, we extract the following description of what is doubtless destined to become a fa mous historical picture: Those familiar with Mr. Wesley’s Journal will remember that he made several visits to Frederica, on St. Simon’s Island 1 . It is reported, and the fact is well authenticated, that he preached, at one time, under a live oak about one half a mile from the Fort. The grove is mag nificent and the age of the tree is beyond question. Brother F. de sired to have my father as the old est effective minister in our connec tion, and myself as an officer in the church, shall I say in the regular succession—our succession is good as any if not better—and the tree with its surroundings, photograph ed. Fortunately, Bishop Wight man on invitatiou was able to join us, and so the church and people will soon be furnished with a pic ture hallowed in the memories that cluster about it and somewhat re j markable in its combination. Here we have, in vision, Oglethorpe and his colony—the first settlement in Georgia—the mission of the Wes leys to the Indians—a grand old tree under whose brandies they preached one hundred and thirty five years ago-—an aged man, fresh and vigorous after the toil and hardships of sixty-seven years in the itinerancy—his son in the flesh and in the gospel—and a bishop just from the field ot conflict—paus ing long enough amid these scenes of the past for the>sun to paint their liknesses. The artist, Mr. Riddle, was well satisfied with his negative. How the picture will look when finished up I cannot tell. I judge the likeness will be distinct enough for recognition ; the scene —front and background—is fine, and any little defects will be atoned for by memory and association. I hope the picture will sell for the benefit of the struggling membership at Brunswick. Some years ago there lived in a country town an old man who had a propensity for stealing small and portable articles that came in his way. As he was poor and past labor, and well known about the town, no further notice was taken of his peculiarities than to keep a sharp look-out when he was about. A dealer had a quantity of dry fish landed on the wharf at an hour too late to get them into his shop, and as he was about cover lag them with an old sail-eloth he espied old Brown apparently reconnoitering. Selecting a couple of the fish, he said. “Here, Brown, I must leave these fish out here to-night, and I will give you these two if you promise me that you will not steal any,” “ That is a fair offer, Mr. Allen, but —well--I don’t know',’’ with a glance at the offered fish, and then at the pile, “ I think I can do bet ter ! ” Kindness is Never Lost. Elihu Burritt illustrates this max im with the following story. A poor, course-featured old wo man lived on the line of the Balti more and Ohio railway, where it passes through a wild, unpeopled district of M estern Virginia. She was a widow with only one daugh ter, living with her in a log hut, near a deep precipitous gorge, cross ed by the railway bridge. Here she contrived to support themselves by raising and selling poultry and eggs, adding berries in their season, and other little articles for the mar ket. She had to make a long, weary walk of many miles to a town where she could sell her basket of produce. The railway passed by her house to this town; but the ride would cost two much of the profits of her small sales, so she trudged on generally to the market on foot. The conductor came finally to notice her walking by the side of the line or between the rails ; and, being a good-natured, benevolent man, he would often give her a ride to and fro without charge. The en ginemen and brakesmen were also good to the old woman, and felt they were not wronging the inter ests of the railway company by giv ing her these free rides. Anti soon an accident occurred that proved that they were quite right in this view of the matter. In the wild month of March, - the rain descended and the mountains sent down their rolling, roaring tor rents of melted snow and ice "into this gorge, near tlic old woman’s hut. The flood arose with ihe dark ness of the night, until she heard the crash of the railway bridge, as it was swept from its abutments, and dashed its broken timbers against its eraggy sides of the precipice on either side. It was nearly mid night. The rain fell in a flood, and the darkness was deep and howling with the storm. In another half hour the express train would be due. What could she do to warn it against the awful destruction it was ap proaching ? She had hardly a whole tallow-caudle in her house; and no light she could make of tallow Dr oil, if she had it, w'ould live a mo ment in that tempest of wind and rain. Not a moment was to-be lost; and her thought was equal to the moment. She cut the cord of her only bedstead, and shouldered the dry posts, side-pieces, and head-pie ces. Her daughter followed her with their two wooden.chairs. Up the steep embankment they climbed, and piled all their house-hold furni tureupon the line a few rods before the black, awful chasm, gurgling with the roaring flood. The dis tant rumbling of the train came up on them just as they had fired the w T ell-dried combustles The ‘pile b'azed up into the night, throwing its red, swelling, booming light, a long way up the track. In fifteen i#inutes it would begin. to wane, and she could not revive it with green,.wet wood. The thunder of the train grew louder. It was with in five miles of the fire. Would they see it in time ? They might not put on the brakes soon enough. Awful thought! She tore her red flannel gown from her in a moment, and, tying it to the end of a stick, ran up the track, waving it iu both hands, while her daughter swung round her head s\ blazing chair post a little before. The lives of a hundred uucouscious passengers hung on the issue of the next min ute. The ground trembled at the old woman’s feet. The great, red eye of the engine hurst upon her as it came round a curve. Like as a huge, sharp-sighted lion coming suddenly upon a fire, it sent forth a thrilling roar, that filled all the wild heights and ravines around. The train was at full speed; but the brakemen wrestled at their leverage with all the strength of desperation. The wheels ground along on the heated rails slower and slower until the engine stopped at the decaying fire. It still blazed enough to show them the beetling edge of the black abyss into which the train and all its passengers would have plunged, and into a death and destruction too horrible to think of, had it not been for the old woman’s signal. They did not stop to thank her first for the deliverance. The conductor knelt down by the side of the en gine ; the engine driver and the brakemen came and knelt down by hilu; all the passengers came and knelt down by them; and there, in the expiring light of the burnt-out pile, in the rain and wind, they thanked God for the salvation of their lives. All in a line the kneel ers and prayers sent up into the dark heavens such a midnight voice of thanksgiving as seldom, if ever, ascended from the earth to Him who seeth in darkness as well as in secret. Kindness is the music of good will to men; and on this harp the smallest fingers may play heaven’s sweetest tunes on-earth. Tomatoes. —A market gardener, of Lake county, Illinois, says that he has the most remarkable success in the use of salt up’on his tomato plants. Ho applies it at various times during the season, and in eve ry case its effect is marked in the in creased growth of both plant and fruit. In some cases, he lays the roots of backward plants bare, sprin kles them with a tablespoonful of ordinary barrel salt, and covers with soil. Plants treated- in this way take an immediate start, and devel op fine fruit. The Foimder of Buddhism. Seven centuries before the Chris tian era, a prince of one of the roy al families of India, having exhaust ed, in his twenty-ninth year, all the pleasures of the world, and having in him one of the deepest, most comprehensive, and most creative of human intellects, suddenly aban doned in disgust his palace, his fam ily, his treasures, and his State; took the name of Gotama, which means, “he who kills the senses;” became a religious mendicant; walked about in the shroud taken from the dead body of a female slave; taught, preached, and gathered about him a body of enthusiastic disciples, bound together by the most efficient of all ecclesiastical organizations; dictated or inspired works which, as now published by the Chinese government in four languages, oc->. enpy eight hundred volumes; and died at the age of eighty, the found er of the Buddhist religion. Com pared with this man Mahomet was an ignorant and ferocious barbarian; and the proudest names in Western philosophy lose a little of their lus tre w hen placed by the side of this thinker, who grappled with the greatest problems of existence with the mightiest force of conception and reasoning. Buddhism has been corrupted by a fantastic mythology, but its essential principle, derived from its founder’s disgust of exist ence, is, that life is not worth living, and that the extinction ot life is the highest reward of virtue. To pass, in the next world, through various penal or purifying transmigrations, until you reach the bliss of Nirwana, or mere lfothingness and nonenity, that is the Buddhist religion. Not to speak of the hundreds of wailing books which misanthropic genius has contributed to all modem liter atures, not to remind the reader that the Buddhist Byron jg the most popular British poet ot the century, that person must have been singu larly blessed with cheerful compan ions who has not m e t followers of Gotama among the nominal believ ers in Christ. The infection of the doctrine as a n interpretation of hu man experience is so great, that comparatively few have altogether escaped it s influence. In basing his religion on this disease of hu man nature, Gotama showed pro founder sagacity than that evinced by any other founder of false reli gion ; and in the East this disease presented its most despairing phase, for their wariness of life was asso ciated both with the satiety of the rich and the wretchedness of:the poor. But whence comes this digust of life? Wo answer, from the com parative absence of love. No man feels it who feels the abounding reality of spiritual existence glow ing within him; for rightfully sings the poet: “ Whatever crazy sorrow saitbj No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. “ ’Tjs life, wherof our nerves are scant, 0 life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that we want! ” Immigration. The lion. Charles Reemelin, who is traveling in the South, clearly perceives why so few immigrants from Europe settle in the Southern States. “ Because,” says he, “no higher class labor can be brought to work alongside of such lower class labor as exists here.” We quote another extract from Mr. It’s last letter to the Cincinnati Commercial: “ If the negro could be taken out first, white immigration would quickly resume its former inflow, for the Southern nature offers much greater advantages than that of the North. To take the negroes out in large bodies means, however, disin tegration of the Southern society, and for this it lacks the very firm est determination, even if it had the inclination, which it has not. The very incipient steps toward such a movement would present such a little and big hardships as to make it impossible. Tearing the blacks out of Southern husband ry means tearing society up by the roots and hairs, and will, I think, never happen.” Every word of this is true. If the negro were away, white labor ers would soon fill his place But they will not go away; and if they wanted to go away the white peo ple now here would not let them go. We have not the nerve to try the experiment even if it were in our power to try it. The farmers and the planters are as loth to lose Sambo as he is to migrate. What then? Wby “gradual emancipation ,J from our state of slavery to the blacks. Time will slowly remedy the evil—certainly here in Virginia. The white man will press down towards the South. His Superior weight will cause a gradual falling back of the blacks. —Richmond Dispatch. Genuine Simplicity.— Two Irish men about to be hanged during the rebellion of 1798, the gallows was erected over the margin of a river. When the first man was drawn up, the rope gave way, he fell into the stream and escaped by swimming. The remaining man, looking up to the executioner said With great na tive simplicity, and an earnestness that evinced his sincerity, “Do, Mr, Ketch, if you please, tie me up tight; for if the rope breaks, lam sure to be drowned, for I can’t swim a stroke 1” What Radicalism Has Done. It disfranchised thousands of white citizens. It invaded the Federal Constitu tion. It usurped the sovereignty of the States. It annihilated ten States. It abolished civil law in certain parts of the United States. It created military commissions to try civil cases. • It suspended the habeas corpus in time of profound peace. It denied to the white citizens the trial by a jury, five years after the late war ended. It has endorsed the outrages of Holden and others. It encouraged the negroes to idle ness. It gave about two hundred mill ions of acres of the public domain witbin the last two years to corpo rations of rich capitalists. It disregarded solemn obliga tions. It broke every pledge it ever made to the people. It unseated Democratic Congress men who were duly elected. It squandered the public treas ure. It refused to prosecute the thieves of public money. It favored the prosecution of manufacturers for trifling irregu larities. It attempted to corrupt the bal lot box. It taxed every species of proper ty of the poor man. It exempted the rich man’s bonds from taxation. It paid the rich mau in gold. It paid the soldier, his widow and orphans in gieenbacks. It appointed spies in every com munity. And now seeks its perpetuation by the enactment of infamous laws to prevent Democrats from voting. —Louisville Democrat l. Effects of Radical Rule in Arkansas. —The Washington Pa triot publishes the following ex. tract from a private letter, dated Arkansas, March 30th : All is dull and stagnant here as a dead green pool. Business has not revived, nor is it likely to do so.— The corruptions, extravagance, and rapacity ot our-State satraps (grind ing us by force of the Federal bay onets, which gleam behind them) is gradually exhausting the country. Yearly the taxes are increased, as their necessities require anew turn of the screw of the wine-press, and we will soon be dry and worthless as the furnace. No sensible man here will invest in real estate, and those who have it, and wish to hold, are like a man who grasps an electric eel, and stands'shock after shock until he lets it fall iu despair. I impoverished myself for five years paying taxes on.land, and let it go at last. There is no immigration, absolutely none; our people despe rately persist in making cotton to get out of their troubles, and suffer as the bear that hugged the hissing tea-kettle. They neglect provis ions, and their debts for advances more than consume their crops.— An air of decay pervades everything. Our best citizens are leaving, and dullness settles down upon us year by year. There is but one path to relief, which I yet dare not speak aloud. But the watchword must sooner or later be uttered to relieve ourselves from robbery and extor tion. It is repudiation. The hold ers of our bonds are “particeps criminie ,” and entitled to no more sympathy than the usurer who ru ins by post bits. That, and the en tire renunciation of cotton, will give life to the land again. That or no thing. As things go on, nothing but deeper darkness looms ahead. We totter under the old man of the sea, and are nearly exhausted.— Would that the people of the North, “out* Very worthy and ap proved good masters,” (“the which” Artemus would call sarkasm,) could see this truly, instead of Ku Klux chimeras 1 Eight to Sixteen. —Lol-d Shafts bury recently started, in a public meeting in London, that, from per sonal observation, he has ascertain ed that of adult male criminals of that city, nearly all had fallen into a course of crime between the ages of eight and sixteen years; and that if a young man lives an honest life up to twenty years of age, there were forty nine chances in favor of one against him, as to an honorable life hereafter. This is a fact of sin gular importance, to fathers and mothers, and shows a fearful respon sibility. Certainly a parent should secure and exercise absolute eontrol over the child under seventeen. It oannot be a difficult matter to do this, except in very rare cases; and if that control is not very, wisely and efficiently exercised, it must be the parent’s fault; it is owing to the pa rental neglect or remissness. Hence the real source of ninety-eight per cent of real crime in a country like England or the United States, lies at the door of the parents It is a tearful reflection. Here is the most dog*gon«d affectionate sample of amatory po etry that we have ever seen : When old Carlo sits in Sally’s chair Oh 1 don’t I wish that I were there ; When her fairy fingers pat his head, Oh! don’t I wish ’twas me instead $ When Sally’s arms his neck imprison Oh ! don’t 1 wish my neck was hisn When Sally kisses Carlo’s nose, Oh ! don’t I wish that I were those, Words for Women to Ponder. There is such a wide field open to the world of women, wherein they may excel, If they have the talent} mid choose to devote time, thought, and labor to the task, says a sagacious writer in London Socie ty, that we are surprised women should wish to extend it. No road that a woman of tender and noble nature should desire to tread is closed against her. Asa poet, a painter, a sculptor, an author, or even as an astronomer, she may march into the field side by side with men, and lead, too, if she can; she may T distance them in the race, and win the success they have miss ed, and men will give her the meed of praise ungrudgingly; but when an army of British matrons or maids (who have been long in wait ing) throw aside their own privi leges and storm the rights of men, they must not be surprised if they occasionally meet with a repulse. If they will throw down and tram ple upon the feminine flag, (which lias waved over their mothers and grandmothers for generations,) and noist the masculine colors, they can not expect to march unassailed be neath the illegitimate banner. When men are attaeted they will natural ly stand on the defensive, not only from the impulse ot the pugnacious, manly nature, but from the respect they feel for their invaders. Most men have mothers, wives, daugh ters, perhaps sisters, whom they hold in high esteem, or affectionate regard, and they would fain place all women on the same high level; but when the gentle sex ceases to be gentle, and rushes forth into the highways and byways, like a mod ern Bellona, fighting her road and elbowing her way into the haunts ot men, menacing them with her tongue, or lashing them with a goosequill, she loses the respect of one sex, and earns the censure of the other. We are, however, thankful to find that the army of lie-women is languish ing for want of recruits; many have deserted from its ranks; oth ers, whose lives are empty for lack of employment, which they haye not the energy to seek their own sphere, are half inclined to enroll themselves, but they are afraid, and draw back to watch and wait to see how the movement works. There seems to be small cause for the great dissatisfaction some wo men feel at the position which has been assigned to them in the scheme of creation. In no age have they been more powerful than they are at the present time. There are few passages in the lives of men in which a woman hag not a quiet Woice; a voice which speaks to a man’s ear at his own fireside, which reaches the man’s heart, and gives, an unseen color to his thoughts, a guiding rein to his actions. Ten chances to one if she were to trum pet her sentiments abroad or circu late them through the public press, or utter them from a public platform to the ears of a thousand men, they would fall like seed on barren ground, the harvest would be nil, and the world be none the better for her influeqce. Home is essentially the woman’s true dominion, and it is no petty, narrow state. It stretches far away from her own threshold, into the great world of men beyond. She is the presiding genius of the fireside, where men expect to find warmth, comfort and companionship when the day’s work is over. She is, or should be, as God made her—the bosom friend and companion of her husband. She must necessarily have a great influence over his life, and through him over all that come within his sphere of action. Asa mother, too, her influence is un bounded ; it is from her teaching, her training and example, that the mind receives its first impetus*— She trains her sons for the world’s work 5 the fruit of their manhood is generally the result of the seed she has sown during the days of their childhood; and the silver thread she puts into the child’s band is often his best guide through all the days to come. Men grow old and grey, and forget many things long before the battle of- life is over; but fragmentary snatches of the old home days are dearly re membered, and the mother’s words are treasured up until the end, and influence them more or less long, long after all other influences have died away. Even Falstaff, the face tious old reprobate, in his last hour we are told, “babbled o’ green fields.” Masonic-«-The Grand Orient or France. —ln 1869 the Grand Orient of France granted Masonic charters to negro lodges in Louisi ana. The Grand Lodge of that State then formally interdicted any Masonic communication between bodies under its jurisdiction and said Grand Orient. Afterwards the Grand Lodge of Virginia took the same action. The Grand Ori ent of France issued a circular that it is anti-Masonic to discriminate on account of color. The Grand Master of Virginia declined to re ceive the communication on account of the interdiction. In this action the Grand Lodge now sustains him. —-It is thought that the Port Royal Railroad will soon be comple ted. A scheme is now on. foot, with every prospect of a satisfactory consummation. The Northern de velopers who have hold of the road are anxious to dispose of it. Without a liberal use of the rod it is impossible to make smart boys. NO. 2i Scraps for the Ladies. All shades of brown and tart Color Hill be fashionable for spring gaits. Tunics are much worn as over ttehe*; f * -a. Black silk trimmed with white tnlle is much worn in half mourn* mg for evening dress. A man with a scolding wife says be has less fears of the jaws of death than of the jaws of life. Pleatings of white tulle, beaded with white lace, are handsome trim ming for evening dresses. Grenadine ruffles will be used otl silk dresses, headed with a tucking of silk of the material of the dress. Black and white mixed or striped or hues artistically blended, will be the style for dresses, wraps, etc. M atered calicoes are in vogue, and most of the spring goods have white grounds with boquets of flow ers. Walking skirts barely touch the ground. Denu-trains are worn in visiting, and full trains in evening costume. * Bonnets are rated indispensable tor dress occasions by the upper-ten. hats being only worne in demi-toi lette. . A y°ung lady being asked to play the Maiden’s Prayer,” cheerfully struck up “ Mother, may I go out to swim?” * J * VARIETY. An inclined plane—An ugly woman with the Grecian bend. „~ T° S. ive a m an a hard name— Ball him a brick. *■*" At what season did Adam leave Paradise? In the fall. If seych days make one week, how many will make one strong ? lf forty perches make one rood, how many will make one po lite ? r An eclipse of the sun—Cut off without a penny, TT Ho.w to make time go fast—> Use the spur of the 4 moment. . Prematurity of understand! nor is a bad sign ; A man boy is very apt to be a boyman, , “ Life,’’ said Leibnitz, “sleeps in the mineral, dreams in the flower, in man,” The best thing in stays—A ship or a sweetheart according to the circumstances. Why is hunger like the chas tening i»od ? Because both make the boy holler. Every man is a volume, if you know how to.read him. Short costumes are almost uni versally worn for dancing, by young ladies, especially when made of thin material. Jenkins is disgusted • with co nundrums. He recently asked his wife the difference between his head and a hogshead,, and she said there was none. He says that’s not the right answer. Wives w ho do not try to keep their husbands will lose them. A man does the courting before mar riage, and the wife does it after mar riage, or some other Woman will, A pretty girl says ; “If it was wrong for Adam to live single when there was not a woman on earth, bow guilty are old bachelors, with the world full of pretty girls 1 ” Sure enough I One of the gentler sex says that the heaven of the strong-mind ed woman is “ where buttons grow in their proper places, and where men cease from bothering, and needles are at rest.” Finding himself in a merciful humor, the Emperor William has pardoned all the criminals sentenced to death in Prussia since his return to Berlin, with the exception of three men and one woman who committed murders of the most un pardonable description. The wheat crop in Banks county is so unpromising that some of the farmers are thinking about plough ing it up and planting .com in it* stead. * The annnal consumption of beer in Great Britain is 728,200,000 gal lons; in Germany 446,000,000 gal lons of beer, and 121,500,000 wine) in France 151,800,000 gallons beer, and 600,000,000 gallons wine. -An English chemist bas been experimenting for the purpose of ascertaining how much of various kinds of food must be eaten in or der to make one pouud of flesh. He comes to the conclusion that it requires 25 pounds of milk, 100 of turnips, 50 of potatoes, 50 of car rots, 9 of oat meal, 7£ of barley meal, and 3£ of peas or beans. The judicious advertiser knows his best time. When business is brisk he advertises steadily, but when it becomes dull he seeks, by conspicuous display of special in ducements to purchasers, to stimu late it into activity. He reduces prices, and he enfores the fact upen the purchaser’s attention. When the timid advertiser withdraws, he has the field to himself and he dili gently cultivates it. A traveler, we are told, be ingin a wild country where he could find no provisions for himself or dog, cut off tbe dog’s tail and boiled it for his own supper, and gave the dog the bone.
