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vantages of the Eureka Diaper is, tin#
danger and trouble of using pins is avo|de
another is, that it permits a free cirei
lion of air. They are manufactured in fc
different sizes, so as to suit the age and grow
of the child, No. 1 being the smallest and ll
4 the largest.
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Popping Corn.
And there they sat a popping corn,
John Stiles and Susan Cutter ;
Joint Stiles was fat as any ox.
And Suaac fat as butter.
And there they sat and shelled the corn,
And raked and stirred the lire ;
And talked of different kinds of ears.
And bitched their chairs tip nigher.
Then Sirniii die tiie popper shook,
Then John he shook the popper.
Till both their faces grew as red
As saucepans made ot copper.
And then they helled and popped and at
All kinds of fun a-poking ;
And he haw-hawked at her remarks,
she laughed at his joking.
And still they popped, and still they ate,
(John’s month was like a hopper ;)
And stilled the fire, and sprinkled salt.
And -hook and shook the popper.
The clock struck nine, and slien struck
ten,
And still the corn kept popping;
It struck eleven, ami then struck twelve.
And still no signs of stopping.
And John he ate, and Sue die thought
The corn did pop and patter.
Till John cried out, •* The corn's afire I
Why, Susan, what's the matter?”
Says she : “ John Stiles, it's one o’clock,'
You’ll die of indigestion ;
I’m sick ot all this popping corn—
Why don’t yon pop the question ?”
True Flirts and False —When
a clown follows the will-o-the-wisp
to his discomfiture, we blame the
foolish man, and not the misguid
ing light.. And so if men will be
so vain and unthinking as to imag
ine that every pleasant woman
adores them because she does not
snub them, and designs to marry
them because she vouchsafes to
chat, whose fault is it when the pre
sumptuous lover is told with cold
politeness that his position is that
of a friend only ?
The real mistake consists in con
ceiving nothing between the sexes
but love. People rush into the er
ror that a woman must be either
discourteous to a man or in love
with him; the possibility 7 of her
entertaining a proper and healthy
friendship, for fifty of the opposite
sex never seems to strike the world.
Now the so-called flirt is eminently
free from all the charges that arc
usually alleged against her. She is
open and undisguised. Her affa
bility is known and commented on
from the fact that she converses
without hesitation, laughs without
restraint.; “she wears her heart
upon her sleeve;” there is no con
cealment, no attempt at reserva
tion, no affectation of reserve.
I Hastening Home. Life bears ns
[on like the stream of u mighty riv
ier. Onr boat at first goes down
the t ; ny channel—through thepla.
ful murmuring of the little brook,
and the willows upon its glassy
borders. The trees sited their blos
soms over our young heads; the
flowers on the brink seem to offer
themselves to our young hands ; we
are happy in hope, and grasp eager
ly at the beauties that surround us;
the stream hurries on, and still our
hands are empty. Our course in
youth and manhood is along a wi
der, deeper flood, and amid objects
more striking and magnificent
We are animated by the moving
pictures of enjoyment, and industiy
passing us ; we are excited by our
short-lived enjoy ments. The stream
bears us on, and joys and griefs are
left behind us. Wo may be ship
wrecked, but we c miot be delay
ed ; for, rough or smooth, the river
hastens towards its home, till the
roar of the ocean is in our ears, and
the waves beneath our feet, and the
floods are lifted up around us, and
we take our leave of earth and its
! inhabitants, until of our futher vo.y
--; age there is no witness save the in
i finite and Eternal.
CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1872.
Riding on a Locomotive.
A most graphic sketch of the sen
sation of riding on an engine is one
contributed to the Independent by
the Rev. Dewitt Talmadge, who
tried the experiment while journey
ing in the Rocky mountains. He
says:
“May I get on with you ?” I ask
ed an engineer on the Pacific Rail
road, at a station six or seven thou
sand feet above the level of the sea.
“Certainly,” he said; “but hold fast
tight, or you may fall off.”
“Toot! Toot!” went the whistle,
and the long anaconda of a rail
road train first went crawling along
the rocks, but soon took on fearful
momentum. Sitting in “Pullman’s
Palace Car,” looking out of the
window, the passengers get no idea
of the speed of the train ; but close
by the engineer, and feeling the
nervous quiver and jump of the
courser, you see the mountains
skip like rams, and the hills like
lambs.
The door of the locomotive fur
nace clangs open and the flames
rave as if they would leap out to
devour, and the fireman jurs the
coal into the raging jaw of the mon
ster. The engineer has his hand on
the iron bit that controls the speed
and seems to use no exertion more
than a doctor feeling the pulse of a
child. Indeed, the locomotive to.
the engineer, is not a mere machine,
but an animate. lie talks to it
seems to pat it lovingly on the
neck. He is proud ot it. There
is a Warm understanding between
the two, and in occasional spurts
of steam the locomotive seems to
take voice and answer its rider.
An engine never hurts its master,
save in its effort to throw the pass
engers
But the engineer, though silting
so placid, is wide awake. He is
kept on duty only four hours in the
day, and all the energies of body
and soul cluster in his vigiiant eye
and quick thumb. Two hundred
lives hung on his wrist.
We plunge into a snow shed with
infinite clatter, every board and
beam beating back the deafening
roar of the Pacific Express. As
we rush on, the prairie dogs skulk
into their holes, or sit on their hind
quarters, with fore lifted, as to say
“What next?” The antelopes scam
per over the plains. We ride un
impeded where less than two years
ago the buffaloes stopped the train
and the herds stamped across the
track; and along here the savages
cantered on their ponies. You see
here and there groups of red men,
with long hair and cheeks dashed
with war paint, ringed ears, and a
superfluity of dirt that buries your
last romantic notion about the “no
ble red men of the forest.” The
air is laded with the breath of cedar,
madrone, manzanita and buckeye.
Here we are passing through what
seems the ruins of castles, and tern
pies, and cities, aad calling lip to
mind Petra and Pompeii, Nineveh
and Thebes ; but these ruins on
each side of our track must have
been vast abodes, where giants
lived till the Tiians"began to play
leap-frog and to turn summersaults.
Now the whistle lets off a wild
scream; a cow and a calf on the
track. The cow we cut in halves,
an the calf with broken legs, tum
bles over the ditch. I wonder if
that man ahead will be off in time.
Perhaps he is deaf; perhaps he is
crazy, and wants to be run over
In time to save himself, he switches
off and robs the coroner.
Hold your breath ! Ravine a
thousand feet deep- on this side.
Embankment a thousand feet up
the other. As we turn the curve
the engineer pulls the steam valve,
and the silence that chiefly reigns
here for six thousand years lets slip
all its sounds of echo aud reverber
ation.
Whew! how we fly. If a bolt
break, or a truck fall, or a rock dis
lodge, we are* in eternity. Innu
merable variety of flowers break
their alabaster at the feet of the
cliffs; but yonder the mountain tops
are blooming into the white lily of
everlasting snow. Bridges, high,
narrow, tremendous, that creak
and tremble under the pressure of
the train. A tunnel! Ink black, mid
night doubled; dampness that never
saw the sun, while far ahead is a
hole that looks about the size of
of a mouse trap, but which widens
until at last it is large enough to
let the whole train escape into the
golden day.
Out there is the old emigrant
road, occasionally a skeleton of a
cow or a horse, or the wreck of a
wagon, that hopelessly broke down
on the way; aud here a small mound
and a rough stone at the head of it
that shows where some worn travel,
ler finished his journey, in those
days when, in one year across these
heights went 5,000 wagons, pulled
by 7,000 mules and 30,000 yoke of
oxen.
And now the night begins to fall,
and the train goes plowing through
the darkness. The great burning
eye of the locomotive peers through
and flashes far ahead upon tile wild
scene. *
The grizzly bear, the panther,
the night-hawk, the cormorant, the
grosbeak, the eagle, that kept aloof
while the day shone, may venture
nearer now if they dare. Ob! how
we fly The rush of the wind, the
jamming of the car-couplings, the
clanging of the wheel,
the steam hiss, the fierce shower of
sparks that set the night on fire, the
shooting past of rocks five hundred
feet high followed by a precipice a
thousand feet deep, make breath
short, and the heart thump, and the
very scalp lift.
How the shadows shuffle! How
the echoes rave ! An express tram
at night on the Rocky Mountains !
The irresistable trampling the
immovable! Yet the way is
smoothed down by human engineer
ing. Then it will not be so difficult
to prepare the way for a grander
coming ; then the mountains shall
he made low, and the crooked
straight, and rough places plain,
and the glory of the Lord shall be
revealed, and all flesh shall see as
together.
Nothing Remains at Rest.
It is a fallacy to suppose there is
any such thing as rest to matter. —
There is not a particle in the uni
verse which is not on the move, nor
a drop of fluid on the globe that is
perfectly quiescent, not a fibre in
the vegetable kingdom in a state of
inactivity. In animal bodies, from
monads to the complicated organ
ism of man, every part and parcel,
even in the solids, are incessantly
moving among themselves, and their
component elements, never cease to
act in accordance with that univer
sal law till death stops the machin
ery. Even then anew serirs of
movements commence at that cul
minating point. Chemical dissolu
tion of organic structures is but a
liberation of molecules, the aggre
gation of which was necessary for a
corporeal beginning and subsequent
growth; and they then dispersed to
enter into new relations and new
forms, and thus one never-ending
circle of activity characterizes the
material universe.
Death is a dissolution of the
union that existed for a limited pe
riod of what is called life with or
ganized matter. How that union
commenced is as much of a Divine
mystery as their separation. They
are distinct in nature and charac
ter, although one cannot manifest
itself without the brain and nerves
of the other.
Astronomy reveals the astound
ing intelligence that there are no
fixed or stationary bodies in the
üßsurveyed regions of celestial
space. Even the fixed stars, as
they were once considered, perma
nent landmarks in the heavens, are
coursing with undefined rapidity in
the train of countless globes of shin
ing glory, on a circuit too distant to
be followed even by human imagi
nation, in the boundless realms on
ly known to that God who controls
the mighty whole.
Everything, therefore, is moving.
When motion ceases there will be a
wreck of worlds, and a crush of an
entire universe. Life is motion;
inertia, to our finite minds, is death.
Nature however, neither modifies
nor repeals a law, and consequently
those nowin force will operate with
unerring certainty through the end
less cycles of eternity.
How to Trap Crows. —The
Poultry Chronicle gives the foilwing
mode of trapping crows, which will
interest the boys: “The quickest
and surest trap for crows is to place
a steel trap in the shallow water of
a pond so that tbejaws, when open,
are just under the water. On the
tredle place a tuft of grass or moss,
making a miniature island, then cut
a small stick with three branches,
forking in such|a manner as to support
an egg on them ; stick this about six
or eight inches from the trap, lay a
little moss, grass or leaves over it,
and place the egg on the forks, so
it will appear as if floating on the
water; cover the remaider of the trap
lightly with grass so as to hide it
from sight. To obtain the egg the
crow will light on the “island,” and
find, too late, that he is caught.”
Sitting tip fbi* Her Boy.
Here and there throughout the
village a few lights flicker like pale
stars through the darkness. One
shines from an attic window, where
a youthful aspirant for literary hon
ors labors, wasting the midnight
oil and the elixir of his life in toil,
useless it may be, save as patience
and industry are gained, and give
him a hold upon eternal happiness.
Another gleams with a ghastly
light from a chamber into which
death is entering and life departing.
One light shines through a low
cottage window, from which the
curtains are pushed partially aside,
showing a mother’s face, patient
and sweet, but careworn and anx
ious. The eyes, gazing through
the night, are faded and sunken,
but lighted with such love as steals
only into the eyes of true and saint
ly mothers, who watch over and
pray for their children ; who hedge
them in from the world’s tempta
tions, and make of them noble men,
and true and loving women. It is
nearly midnight, and the faded
eyes are strained to their utmost to
catch the far-off sight of someone
coming down the street. The
mother’s listening ear loses no
sound, however slight, that breaks
upon the stillness that reigns around.
No form seen, no quick step
heard, she drops the curtain slowly
and goes back to the table, where
an open book is lying, and a half
knit sock. The cat jumps up in
her chair, and yawns and shakes
herself, and gradually sinks down
again into repose. No one disputes
her possession of the easy-chair.—
IJp and down the little room the
mother walks, trying to knit, but
vainly; she can only think of her
son, and wonder and imagine what
is keeping him. Her mind pictures
the worst, and her heart sinks low
er and lower. Could the thought
less boy know but one half the an
guish lie is causing, he would hast
en at once to dispel it with his
presence.
She trembles now as she listens,
for an uncertain step is heard—a
sound of coarse laughter and drunk
en ribaldry ; her heart stands still,
and she grows cold with apprehen
sion. The sound passes and dies
away in the distance. Thank heav
en it is not he, and a glow comes
over her, and once more her heart
beats quickly 7 .
Only a moment, for the clock on
the mantel shows on its pallid face
that it is almost midnight. Again
the curtain is drawn aside, and
again the anxious, loving eyes peer
into the darkness. Hark ! a sound
of footsteps coming nearer and near
er ; a shadowy form, advancing,
shows more and more distinct; a
cheery whistle; a brisk, light step
up the pathway; a throwing wide
open of the door, and the truant
boy finds himself in his mother’s
arms, welcomed and wept over.—
He chafes at the gentle discipline;
he doesn’t like to be led by apron
strings; but he meets his mother’s
gentle, questioning gaze with one
honest and manly, and makes a half
unwilling promise not to be so late
again. And he keeps his promise,
and in after y 7 ears thanks heaven
again and again that he had a
mother w r ho watched over him, and
prayed for him.
He knows better than she, now,
the good that was done by her sit
ting up for her boy.
—A prominent lawyer was hail
ed while passing a jewelry store by
the proprietor, with “General come
in here a moment; we have some'
thing for you to solve. If a man
brings his watch to be fixed, and it
costs me ten cents to do it, and I
keep it a week, and charge him six
dollars, what per cent da I make ?
We have been figuring and make it
nine hundred per cent., and have
only got to one dollar. ITow much
do you say it would be at six dol
lars ?” “Well,” replied the Gener
al, “I do not wonder at your per
plexity, for it is well known, and
the celebrated Babbage calculating
machine has demonstrated, that at
certain points in progressive num
bers the law governing them chan
ges. In this case the law would
change, and long before the sum
would reach six dollars it would run
out of per cent, and into what is
known as larceny.”
The greatest pleasure of life is
lov'e; the greatest treasure is con
tentment; the greatest luxury is
health; the greatest comfort is sleep;
and the best medicine is a true
friend.
Quoth John: “A knowing
man am I, from debt I’m always
free.” Quoth Jim: “An owing
man ami; in debt I’ll always be.”
Artemus Ward.
No more amusing anecdote is
told of Artemus Ward than the
following:
One day while travelling in the
cars, and feeling miserably, and
dreading to be bored by strangers,
a man took a seat beside him and
presently said:
“ Did you hear the last tiling on
Horace Greely ?”
“ Greely ? Greely ?” said Arte
mus. “ Horace Greely ? Who is
he?”
The man was quiet about five
minutes. Pretty soun be said.
“ George Francis Train is kick
ing up a good deal of a row over in
England. Do you think they will
put him in a Bastile ? ”
“Train? Train?—George Fran
cis Train ?’’ said Artemus, solemn
ly. “ I never heard of him.”
This ignorance kept the man qui
et for fifteen minutes ; then he said.
“ What do you think about Gen
eral Grant’s chances for the Pres'
idency ? Do you think they will
run him ?’’
“ Grant? Grant ? Hang it,
man,” said Artemus, “you appear
to know more strangers than any
man I ever saw'.”
The man was furious; he walked
up the car, but at last came back
and said,'
“You confounded ignoramus,
did you ever hear of Adam?”
Artemus looked up and said,
“ What was his other name?”
Sisterly Duty to Brothers.—
Sisters, guard and protect your
brothers. You wonder that I should
say so to you. The guard and pro
tection, you think should surely
rather come from them. But there
is a talismanic power, which may
emulate from a fragile and gentle
sister, mightier than brawny mus*
cles or iron will. A sister can
throw over her brother the purity
of her maiden life, which shall sur
round him like a charmed atmos
phere. Oh, if some sisters had
understood this, and won and held
their brothers to their side; if they
had but shown them the beauty
and the grace ; had made to pass
not only before them, but to touch
and caress them lovingly, the sweet
ness and spotless innocence of a true
woman’s life, they would have clad
their brother in a panoply of steel,
and put in his band a weapon
whose very gleam would have
scared away the ugly demons of
vice and infamy. But they did not
do it; and so he went out, and wan
ton and brazen-faced temptation,
not put to shame by the contrast of
love and purity at home, easily
gained the victory over him. Try,
then, to live so lovingly and with
such power that, when vice allures
your brother, there shall come up
such visions of purity and affection,
that, in the contrast, he shall turn
in disgust and loathing away.
Something About Your
§elf
Supposing your age to be fifteen
or thereabouts, I can figure you up
to a dot. You have 160 bones and
500 muscles; your blood weighs 25
pounds; your heart is five inches in
length and three inches in diameter;
it beats seventy times per minute,
4.500 times per hour, 100,800 per
day and 36,722,200 per year At
each beat, a little over two ounces
of blood is thrown out of it; and
each day it receives and discharges
almost seven tons of that wonder
ful fluid. Your lungs will contain
a gallon air, and you inhale 24,000
gallons per day. The aggregate
surface of the air cells of your lungs,
supposing them to be spread out,
exceeds 20,000 square inches. The
weight of your brain is three
pounds; when you are a man, it
wili weigh about eight ounces more.
Your nerves exceed 10,000 in num
ber. Your skin is composed of
three layers, and varies from one
fourth to one-eight of an inch in
thickness. The area of your skin is
about 1,700 square inches. Each
square inch of your skin contains
3.500 sweating tubes or perspirato
ry pores, each of which may 7 be
likened to a little drain tile one-fourth
of an inchlong, making an aggregate
length of the entire surface of your
body of 201,166 feet, or a tile ditch
for draining the body almost forty
miles long
A little thiQg in a Sabbath
school was asked by her teacher if
she always said her prayers night
and morning? “No, miss, I don’t.”
“ Why, Mary, are you not afraid
to go to sleep in the dark without
asking God to take care of you, and
watch over you till morning ?” “No
Miss, 1 ain’t—cause I sleep in the
middle.”
Woman’s Economy.
In the management of the family
it is the husband’s duty to provide,
and the wile’s to economize. Many
wives have learned it in the end,
who, had they known it in the com
mencement of married life, would
have saved themselves, their hus
bands and their children, infinite
sorrow.
It is the stock in trade of many
writers for the papers to cast slurs
on the daughters of the rich about
their frivolity and extravagance,
but a multitude of cases cau bo
pointed out any day where woman,
born to wealth—by their economies,
voluntary and principally
from a sense of duty—have in times
of mercantile disaster -nobly turned
their energies and their co-opera
tions to the saving of “ the house.”
On the occasion of a panic, one
of our merchant princes came home
late one evening, bearing the terri
ble intelligence to his wife that his
failure was inevitable next day,
that all his resources were exhaust
ed, and the financial disasters so
general that he needed a large sum.
His wife heard him with extraordi
nary composure, and quietly asked
him how much he needed ; and, ta
king down the family Bible, she
opened it, and turning over a leaf,
found a hundred dollar bill, and
another, and another, until more
were counted than the amazed hus
band wanted; and on inquiring of
her where she obtained so large an
amount of money’, she said that in
prosperous times lie had given her
such a liberal amount for household
and personal expenses, that she
was enabled by judicious economies
in food and clothiug to lay aside a
considerable amount every week,
and, knowing the fickle character
of mercantile life, she thought that
it might answer a good purpose to
save as she had done.
Kicking Cows. —A few years ago
I had considerable experience with
kicking cows, and by far the best
remedy out of quite a number that
I tried, was the strap or surcingle
drawn tightly around the cow just
in front of the hips and close to the
bag. Tighten it up till she does
not attempt to kick. I never knew
it to fail; you can gradually loosen
it until it will be sufficient only to
layit on her back But be cautious
and do not loosen or leav off until she
makes no effort to kick with it
tight on. Kick she cannot with
the strap tight. The first cow I
tried it on was the worst I ever
saw, with both hind legs tied togeth
er she would kick backward like a
horse; then, in addition, one fore*
leg was tied up, and she would
stand on the other and kick with
both hind ones, as soon as the at
tempt was make to milk her, till she
tumbled down ; then would get up
and kick again until tired out; so
the milk was generally left on the
stable floor, and it was decided to
dry her up and beef her as soon as
possible, though an extra cow.—
Cor. Country Gentleman.
A Racy Advertisement. —Wil-
liam Wilson is a genius who keeps
a “horse restaurant” at White
Pine, Nevada, and he issues thefol
fowing musical advertisement.
William M. Wilson, livery sta
ble and horse restaurant. Without
prejudice, (save a light charge for
wear and tear of rigging,) as I have
another stable on the hill. Live
stock, faster than anybody’s, and
all trained to respect woman’s
rights —also children’s —yet war
ranted to get away from anything
else on the road. Buggies, brough
ams, barouches, hacks, sulkies,
road wagons, hearses, and every
kind of vehicle for slow or fast trav
el—with horses to match. Funeral
turnouts cheerfully furnished, and
guaranteed to make the proper im
pression. Bloated aristocrats from
abroad taken on to any road, and
other conveyance—for money. No
complaint is ever heard from stock
fed in this stable. More hilarity
than was ever known in any other
collection of dumb animals since
the procession from Noah’s landing.
No hay ropes about this establish
ment—everything is turned loose;
the key to the barley sacks hangs
dangling within the reach of the
humblest horse in the stable, and no
pains are spared to make the guest
of the establishment distinguish
the difference between this and
the desert wild.
William M. Wilson.
An Englishman about to be han
ged for murdering his wife, sorrow
fully remarked on the gallows: “I
led her to the alter, and she has led
me to the halter.”
Have Yod Enemies ? —Go straigh
and don’t miud them. If they get
in your way, walk around them re
gardless of their spite. A man who
has no enemies is seldom good for
anything ; he is made of that kind
of material which is so easily w ork
ed that every one has a hand in it.
A sterling character is one who
thinks for himself, and speaks
what he thinks; he is always sure
to have enemies. They are as nec
essary to him as fresh air, they’
keep him alive and Active. A ceL
ebrated character, who was sur
rounded by enemies, used to remark:
“They are sparks, which, if you do
not blow, will go out themselves.”
“Live down pi’ejudice,” was the
Iron Duke’s motto. Let this be
your feeling while endeavoring to
live down tho scandal of those
who are bitter agaiust you. If
you stop to dispute, you do as they’
desire, and open the way for more
abuse. Let the poor fellow talk—
there will be a re-action if you per
forin but your duty, and hundreds
who were once alienated from you
will flock to you and acknowledge
their error.
Guarding the Children. — No
time, expense, nor zealous care is
too great to bestow on the culture
anil correct training of our children.
There is no office higher than that
of a teacher of youth, as there is
nothing on earth so precious as the
mind, soul, and character of a child
No office should be regarded with
greater respect. The first minds in
a community should be encouraged
to assume it. Parents should do all
but impovcing themselves to induce
thoso to become the guardians and
guides of their children. To this
good all their show and luxury
should wear the cheapest cloths, liv
ing on the plainest food if they can
in no other way secure to have no
xoniety to accumulate properly for
their children, provided they cau
place them under influences which
will awaken their faculties, inspire
them with higher princibe, and fit
them to bear a manly 7 part in the
world. No language can express the
cruelty of economy which, to leav a
fortune to a child,starves his intel
lect and impoverishes his heart.
And yet many otherwise bis
meaning people delegate the care
and instruction of their off-spring
during the tenderest days of child
hood to ignorant, stupid servants!
It is no wonder that they grow up
slangy and wicked. The mother
alone, or some persons her equal,
should have the care of her children.
The Chinese Wall.— Mr. Se
ward who visited the great wall of
China during his visit to that coun
try, recently gave the following
description of that wonderful struc
ture.
The Chinese have been for at
least two or three thousand years a
wall building people. It would
bankrupt N. York or Paris to build
the walls ot the city of Pekin. The
great wall of China is the great
wall of the world. It is forty feet
high. The lower thirty feet is of
hewn limestone or granite. Two
modern carriages may pass each
other on the summit. It has a pa
rapet throughout its whole length,
with convenient staircases, buttress
es and garrison houses at every
quarter of a mile, and it runs, not
by cutting down hills and raising
valleys but over the uneven crests
of the mountains and down through
their gorges for a distance of a
thousand miles. Admiral Rogers
and 1 calculated that it would cost
more now to build the great wall
of China through its extent of one
thousand miles than it has costs to
build the fifty five thousand miles
of railroad in the United States.
Tomatoes. —A chemist of some
celebrity—Dr. Bennet by name—
considers the tomato an invaluable
article of diet, and ascribes to it im
portant medical properties. He re
gards it as peculiarly uselul in all
those affections of the liver and oth
er organs where calomel is consid
ered indispensable; and believes
that a chemical pill can be obtained
from it which will altogether su
persede the use of calomel. He
says that it is also almost a sover
eign remedy for dyspepsia and in
digestion, and advises the frequent
uso»of it as an article of diet.
Tell Yocr Wise. —ls you are in
trouble or a quandary, tell your
wife—that is, if you have one—all
about it at ouco. Ten to one, her
invention will solve your difficulty
sooner than all your logic The
wit of woman has been praised but
her instincts are quicker and keener
than her reason. Counsel with
your wife, or your mother, or sis
ter and he assured light will flash
upon your darkness.
—A cleanly shaved gentleman
inquired of a fair demoiselle, the
other day, whether or no she ad
mired mushtaches. “Oh,” replied
the charmer, with arch look, “I
invariably set roy face against them.”
V ery shortly afterward, his upper
bp betrayed symtoms of careful
cultivation.
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