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CORNEURY.
A CHRISTMAS TALK OF THE OLD
DOMINION.
BT JAM£3 FBANKLIX. FITT3.
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From Ballou’* Monthly Magazine. |
Many roars have passed since a cer
tain Christmas eve when two travel
lers sot foot within a public house sit
uated on a much frequented highway
of the State of Virginia which led
through one of the passes of the Bluo
llidge. This tavern, known by the
name of the Whito Hart Inn, stood
well up the slope at the base of the
great mountain wall; near it were the
church, the court-house andsomo oth
er buildings ; but no village was near
er than six miles. The residences of
several gentlemen of wealth and posi
tion were in sight from the inn-door,
seated high up the slope on command
ing spots whence could be obtained
the most beautiful viows of the She
nandoah River, and the valley, rich
oven in that early day with the fruits
of husbandry, but richer far in the
promise of plenteous harvests which a
later agriculture has reduced.
These travellers Were a man and a
boy ; a man of perhaps fifty years of
age, and a boy who might have been
six. The former was a thin and ner
vous, but a strikingly haudsome gen
tleman, whoso face was seamed with
wrinkles, and whose black hair was
plentifully dashed with silver-gray.
He carried with him wherever he
went, the impression of a man who
had borne a grievous burden of suf
fering, and wiio had tottered beneath
its weight —but who had still kept up
good heart of hope, and was yet
cheerful with its reviving influence.
There was hopo in his bright keen
eye, hopo in his Arm elastic tread, and
hope in tbe wholesome ring of his
manly voice. Life had very many at
tractions yet for him, if one might
judge from indications like these ; and
such would have been tho opinion of
any ono who might have seen him at
this time.
Tho boy was a healthy, hearty little
fellow, whose face plainly showed him
to bo the sou of the other. A week
before, these two had landed in Phil
adelphia from a Liverpool packot ;
and those days being long before rail
roads, they had journeyed slowly
thence by stage towards the inn where
we new find them. Frequently, du
ring tho long and tedious passage
across the Atlantic, during the still
more tedious and fatiguing transit by
stage, and even as they approached
near to tho inn, walking along the
road lightly covered with snow, from
the last stage-house a mile below, the
gentleman had talked in the presence
of the littlo boy, as he found himself
ftlbne with him, and had continually
spoken of the enjoyment in life upon
which ho believed they were entering.
Tho child, of course, could not com
prehend all that his father said ; in
deed he could understood very little of
it ; but it seemed as though the emo
tions of tho man, mingled jib they
were with sorrow, suffering, anxiety
and joy, must continually find an out
let in speech. It was probably for
this reason that he addressed himself
to his boy in such language as this:
“We shall be home by Christmas,
Walton.” “Yes, papa.”
“Home again, after twenty-five
years’ absence! Homo again, back
amid the scenes of my childhood and
youth, which I last saw a quarter of
a century ago! Great God, with
what emotions that thought should
fill me!”
“Walty wants to go home, papa,”
murmured the little voice.
“Yon shall, boy, you shall; and you
shall grow up to be a man where your
father grew up before you ; and, thank
God and your father, you shall be re
spected and honored as he was not.
And why was he not ?” The tone of
tho speaker became vehement and bit
ter in his soliloquy ; he tore off his
fiat, and gestured fiercely with his
fiand as ho spoke. “ Ay, why was I
not honored and respected, and why
was I driven out from the home that
I had a moral if not a legal right to
call my own, from the roof that had
sheltered my infancy ? I had eommit-
ted no crime, nor dishonor ]
, 17 oc p i„ e than commendable, But
U ;X deTil of pride, stood iu th, «
pride, EUioe imd I had to
W .“ y; Poor Ellice, indeed 1" And
g •„ he dashed his hat down pas-
P - a “Sv wbue the Child ho held by
Biorm “'j 5 looked up curiously into bis
ughth at I must
aCe * v native land aud go beyond
ICaVG w U ith tbit dear girl, that I might
seas with which would give us
get the weal 1 bere at home ?
name and P°»J should tire for
wasn’t it enough tbat jblß
years and years in after l ba d
Ad "mySSf a°rich man, and after this
■dear child had come to crown my hap
piness? o Ellice, my deai \ “ arhn ft
1 dead Ellice \ what is it alb v>hat would
I tenfold moro be, without y ou A-nd
■ i O brother, brother, how c»n I ever
■ f forgive you?”
The strong man, dropped his child’s
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hand, leaned against the fence by the
roadside, and hiding his face in his
arms wept such bitter tears a» only
strong men can weep, while the boy
pulled at his coat-skirt and begged
him not to cry. Presently the sound
of a bell ringing a cheerful peal broke
on the stillness of the clear frosty night;
and raising his head, tho traveller saw
the little church which was in a hollow
at some distance from where he stood.
It was brilliantly illuminated, and
over the crisp snow from various di
rections he saw people by twos and
threes wending their way to it,
“On earth peace and good-will to
ward men.” With the recollection
that it was Christmas eve came that
of the angels’ song, heard by the won
dering shepherds on the plains of
Bethlehem long ago, and which the
world has never since ceased to h*ar.
The bitter spirit of the man was soft
ened at once ; he took the child in his
arms and kissed him, and then taking
him by the hand again, prepared to
go on.
“ Yes—peace and good-will. I
must forgive him ; I will forgive him.
Why elm have I returned here at all ?
I might have remained abroad, and
never soon hie face again. Why should
I seek him if not to forgive ?”
He dropped the child’s hand again,
and opening his waistcoat, tightened
a cloth belt covered with oilskin, that
ho wore out of sight around his body.
“ Ah, my litte Walty,” he chuckled:
“there is that in there which will
make us honored and respeoted in any
country, even if our own worth can
not. Bank of England notes, my son,
and great ones, too. All ours, Walty,
all ours.”
He spoke the words in a louder key
than he had before used ; and they
were distinctly heard by other ears
than those of his boy. He had not
noticed the dark figure that had skulk
ed after him from the moment of his
leaving the stage-station, keeping in
the shadows of trees and fences ; and
he did not see tho man now as he
crouched behind a stump only a few
yards off, peering out and listeniug
eargerly. Nor did he know that he
was followed directly to the inn by
the samo person.
Within a few minutes after this ep
isode, the traveller and hi* boy enter
ed the inn. The clock had just struck
eight. The landlord met him at the
door, and invited him into the parlor,
asking what ho would have for his
supper, and if he would be pleased to
stay all night.
“ I am not hungry,” was the reply,
“ but the child may be. You may
bring him some bread and milk, if
you please. As for staying all night
He checked himself and walked to
the window. The air was still clear
and frosty ; the moon was out and
there was no prospect of a storm.
“It is only a mile further,” he re
reflected. “ Walty is tired, but I can
carry him if necessary. Aud I do
want to meet him to-night. My
moods change so ; I may be stubborn
and obstinate in the morning. Let
me meet him to-night, while I have
so much of this charitable spirit of
Christmas eve within me ; and the re
sult must be to reconcile us. Must
be, indeed, if his heart has changed
as I have heard ; if indeed ho did
write me that penitent letter, asking
my forgiveness, and begging me to
return, which I never received, but of
which one of his neighbors told me in
Wales. O, that I had it!
We might then have returned two
years ago, and in this climate Ellice
might not have died. But such re
grets are useless. If my brother
wrote such a letter, aud if lie still has
the remorse and good-will that dicta
ted it, we shall make this a joyful
Christmas.”
The landlord stood in a position to
see his profile as ho looked thought
fully from the window, and thought
he knew the face. The landlord was
a very young man, probably not more
than thirty-five years old ; and there
was nothing at all about his counte
nance that would have recommended
him to a stranger. But he had a fair
name in tho neighborhood, and noth
ing of a serious nature had ever been
alleged against him. At the time of
the departure of this traveller from
the vicinity, twenty-five years before,
the landlord was a mere boy of ten
years, and the traveller had now no
recollection of him ; but he thought
he did recollect the traveller.
The latter turned and said :
“ No, we won’t stay all night. We
have but a littlo farther to go.”
The bread and milk were brought
in, and the child began to eat. The
father sat with him at the table, deep
iu thought ; so deep in thought that
fragments of a whispered conversation
unguardedly carried on in the hall be
tween the landlord and the man who
had dogged the traveller hither, com
ing plainly to his ear, and plainly re
ferring to himself, passed unnoticed
and caused him no alarm. They were
merely snatches of hurried talk, pass
ing between these two ; but pregnant
with dreadful meaning to him. And
still he heard, and, wrapped in his
own thoughts, took no heed.
The whispering sounded much like
this :
“ —thought so myself. Where
from ?”
“ Winchester —stage. He’s got—
Lord knows —lots of it —big belt—
under his coat.”
“He won’t stay—go to his broth
er’s.”
“ You might urge—till morning.”
“J 5 It won’t do.
« \yef] we—on road.”
“ Yes —to.-night.”
The whispering then ceased, and
the conspirators withdrew from the
hull. Soon after, the traveller impa
tiently rang the bell, the landlord re
turned to the room, and was paid the
price of the entertainment that had
been received.
“ Come, Walty,” the gueat.
putties on the child’s coal cud cap.
Kcome lad ; iu»t « little further, and
then we shall’hero a k»g ™t, I
h T Watty tired,” mU rm««Hbo boy,
and his head drooped d«l» J- Tl»
father tenderly lifted him
aud took hie heavy head on hie breast.
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CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA. THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 7, 1871.
The boy’s eyes were closed at once in
sloep.
“ I’ll carry you, then,” said the fath
er. “ Its not far.'*
all night, Mr,” inter
posed the landlord.
“No; I must get on. Good
night.”
He left the inn, and taking the mid
dle of the road where the walking was
good, he went on at a steady step,
little retarded by the weight of the
child. He proceeded in this way half
a mile, neither meeting nor seeing any
person. Those who were not 3 at
church on this evening were at home;
it was a time of domestic rejoicing and
festivity, and the fireside had its pe
culiar charms. Fifteen minutes more
would bring the expectant wayfarer to
hiß destination ; he was straining his
eyes to see the first glimmer of lights
shining down from the high ground
through the trees, when he heard an
incautious step crunching the snow
behind him. He turned, and a cow
ardly, terrible blow from the loaded
end of a short club, falling full on his
temple, struck him prone to the earth.
Ho never stirred after the blow fell;
he was dead instantly, as he lay there
on the snow. The child fell from his
arms, and suddenly waking, began to
cry. A broad hand was instantly
clapped over his mouth, aud then both
mouth and eyes were tightly bound
with handkerchiefs.
Two men appeared upon this scene
of horror, and two voices exchanged
whisperings again.
‘‘Kill the brat!”
“It needn’t be done here.”
“ Will you do it ?”
“ Hang it, yes—by-and-by. Let’s
find the plunder, aud get this body
out of the way.”
The clothes of the murdered man
were ripped open, and the belt taken
off. One end of it was cut, and it was
seen that it was filled with bank notes
of the denomination of a thousand
pounds.
“Halves!” said one.
*• W e’ll see. Who the devil is to
get nil these bills iuto small notes
without exciting suspicion ? You
can tdo it; and there shan't one of
them be changed this side of Phila
delphia.”
“ Halves, I say 1” the other fiercely
insisted.
“ Shut up, damn you! You’re mak
ing noise enough to alarm the neigh
borhood. I’ll take care of this belt ;
you come over to the tavern to-mor
row night, and we’ll make everything
satisfactory. Help me take this car
rion away.”
“ But the boy ?”
“ The devil take the boy 1 Here—
knock him in the head now, and make
no more trouble about it.”
lo this proposition, the other, ren
dered somewhat sulky and obstinate
by the claim of his companion to more
than half the booty, absolutely refused
his consent. High words followed,
and at any other time than such a
night the murderers must have been
discovered with the body of their vic
tim by some passer. But, fortunately
for them, there were no passers ; and
presently a returning sense of the
peril of their position caused them to
make a hasty compromise of their dif
ferences. It was deliberately agreed
that the boy should be taken charge
of by the man who had thus far scru
pled to kill him, and that he should
be put out of the way in such manner
as he thought best; that the body of
the murdered man should be immedi
ately disposed of; that the man who
had taken charge of the precious
money-belt should retain it until the
following night, when a division of the
treasure should be made at the inn ;
but that the depositary should still
retain the whole until he could go to
Philadelphia and change all the notes
into American money of so small a
denomination as not to excite suspi
cion iu the mind of any one iu the
neighborhood to whom it should be
offered ; and that for this necessary
service the depositary should have a
reasonable compensation.
So they agreed, these two worse
than human vultures, sitting there in
the fence-corner into which they had
dragged the body of their victim, with
the poor living child gagged and
blindfolded beside it. Then they took
them both up, the living and the dead
and bore them across the fields, still
unseen, to the river, where the body
was thrown in. It drifted down with
the current many miles below the
scene of the tragedy ; and when it
was finally discovered near the shore,
hemmed in by a light barrier of ice,
the ravenous pike had mutilated the
face past the possibility of recognition,
even had there been any one to see in
the features those that the unfortu
nate man had worn a quarter of a
century before. He had not been
recognized by any person at Winches
ter ; and between there and the place
where he had left the stage, travelling
in the evening as he did, he had exci
ted no special remark. There was no
one to inquire after him ; there was
no one to miss him ; and his body,
when found, was delivered over by the
coroner, after much investigation, to
the grave of the unknown. A para
graph appeared in a Baltimore paper,
shortly after, describing the finding
of the body and its appearance ; but
all the comment that was made upon
it effected nothing in the way of dis
covery.
Nature and the elements seemed to
work together to completely shield
the assassins. The snow was much
disturbed in th* f oad where the vie-
fcim foil ; footprints were plainly visi
ble an hour after, had there been any
one there to see them , across the fields
where the victim was borne ; and on
the river-bank where the body was
thrown into the water, the snow was
stamped and trodden. But another
light fall of snow came down before
these signs, or auy of them were ob
served, and completely obliterated the
traces which might have led to the de
tection of the crime.
It remains for the subsequent chap
ters of our story to disclose how all
this became known, and whether the
retribution of God or men overtook
the perpetrators of this Christmas eve
tragedy, the knowledge of which, as
we leave it is closely shut within their
own breasts.
TO BB COXTISCBP.
A SPECIAL PROVIDENCE, (?)
FOB THE CONSTITUTION. ]
John W esley, when a child, was res
| cued from a burning house just before
I the roof fell in.
Martin .Luther was once walking
| with his brother when a thunder
I storm overtook them and the brother
I was instantly killed by lightning.
| Augustine had an appointment in a
I distant town. His guide who attend
ed him mistook the usual road, and
thus saved him from being murdered
by enemies who lay iu ambush for that
purpose.
John Bunyan, when about seven
teen 3 ears of age, was drawn out for
sentry duty at the siege M>f Liecester.
A comrade of his who was very anx
ious to take his place, at that time,
was allowed to do so, and was shot
dead while on guard.
John Knox was accustomed to sit
at a certain spot with his back to a
window. Oue evening, without being
able to account for it, he would not sit
there nor permit any one e’se to occu
py that place. On that evening a bul
let was shot in at that window in or
der to kill him.
A VOICE FROM UTAH
The character of the petition from
Utah, 50 feet loug, and by about 2,500
women of the Territory, has been un
intentionally misstated. Instead of
being against polygamy, it is in favor
of that institution, and was sent to
the Executive Mansion at Washington
by Delegate Hooper. The petitioners
say that their husbands, lathers, sons,
and brothers are now being exposed
to the murderous policy of a clique of
Federal officers intent on the destruc
tion of an honest, industrious, and
prosperous people, and they therefore
ask for the removal of the Federal
disturbers of the peace, or at least to
stop the disgraceful court proceedings,
or send candid and trustworthy men
to Utah to investigate the question of
the constitutional rights and liberty
of the people. The petitioners ex
press their approbation of poligamy,
asserting that it was sanctioned by
Christ’s teachings, and that the insti
tution is being perverted by Federal
officers.
Some Yankee painters were employ
ed in a frontier Canadian town to
decorate the walls of a ball-room in a
tavern. As no desigus were given
them, they followed their own patriot
ic instincts and style, and painted in a
sort of rough fresco the American
shield, with eagle, arrows, and all, and
the motto, “ E Pluribus Unum. ” The
publican returned just as the painters
had finished their work and were eat
ing their supper. After surveying
their design, he made short work of
the artists —kicking them out of the
house without a shilling of pay, and
telling them he’d teach them better
than to insult him and the Queen by
painting “ that cussed great Pluribus
Unum over his fire-place. ”
If a duck goes iuto the water for di
vers reasons, does he como out for
sundry purposes.
A bare-headed, bare-footed, little
boy astonished a worshiping congre
gation in a Massachusetts town, on a
recent Sunday, by rushing into church
and exclaiming : “ Where’s my papa ?
The pigs are out. ”
We have heard of an economical
man who always takes his meals in
front of a mirror—he does this to
double the dishes. If that isn’t phil
osophy, we should like to know what
is.
Grouby, of the Blakely News
couldn’t come to the Savannah Fair*
He was engaged on a potato remanee
similar to the ground-vine narrative.
Sav. News.
Mrs. Wells, of Clyton county, is
the first and last female distilleris
under arrest.
Hon. R. P. McCord, on octagona
rian citizen of Lowndes county,
Mississippi, danced with his second
daughter’* grandchild, in Florida,
the other night, where ho is paying
a visit to hi* relatives.
Newnan plumes herself on
being the happy possessor of an acre
of ground which will produce five
hundred bushels.— News.
500 bushels of what ? stones ?
A Petersburg correspondent of
the Richmond Dispatch says: “A
farmer from Southampton county,
over fifty years old, performed some
astonishing feats of strength in Don
nan & Jonston’s commission-house
to-day. He handled a bale of cotton
with ease, and drank fron a barrel
of whiskey, lifting it up to his lips
(ala peter Francisco) with his
hands.
There is a nice batch of Radical
Governors in the stocks at the pres
ent time for honesf men to gaze at.
Holden, of North Carolina, was im
peached and removed. Butler was
impeached for fraud and corruption
in office in Nebraska. Davis has been
disgraced in Texas. Bullock has
stampeded from Georgia to avoid im
peachment and perhaps indictment by
a grand jury. Austin of Minnesota,
is now charged with having taken a
bribe of $5,000. And now Gov.
Scott, of South Carolina, is charged
with fraudulently issuing State bonds
to the amount of $20,000,000.
Sidney Smith said, a short time be
fore his death and while on his death
bed, “We talk of human life as a
journey, but how variously is that
journey performed ! There are some
who come forth girt and shod and
mantled, to walk on velvet lawns and
smooth terraces, where every gale is
arrested and every beam is tempered.
There are others who walk on the Al
pine paths of life against divine mis
ery and through stormy sorrows over
sharp afflictions ; walk with bare feet
and naked breast, jaded, mangled and
chilled.”
WOMAN'S RIGHTS
For what other reason did her husband
marry her.
It is a woman’s right to have her
home in order whenever her husband
returns from business.
It is woman’s rights to be kind and
forbearing whenever her husband is
annoyed.
It is woman’s right to examine her
husband’s linen to see that it wants
neither mending nor buttons.
It is woman’s rights to be content
when her husband declares that he
cannot take her to the seaside.
It is woman’s right to be satisfied
with her old dresses until her husband
can buy new ones.
It is woman’s right to nurse *her
children, instead of leaving it to the
maid.
It is woman’s right to get her
daughters married—happily, or not at
all.
It is woman’s right to feel pleased,
though her husband brings a friend
unexpected to dinner.
It is woman’s right to be content
with her own garments, without en
croaching on those of her husband.
And, finally, it-is woman’s right to
remain a woman, without endeavoring
to be a man.
The Warrenton Clipper says:
‘‘We learn that a fellow named High
tower, of questionable character,
iving at Powelton, Hancock county,
has been before the Sub-Ku-Klux
Committee at Atlanta, and acknowl
edged that he was a Ku-Klux, and
that Steven Moore and Lewis O’
Brien of Warrefficounty, were mem
bers of the same klan. O’Brien and
Moore are members of the Radical
party, which puts the beer on the
Rads.
The Hawkinsville gourd-vine is
causing Georgia editors to resurrect
all the stories of abnormal vegeta
bles that have been printed this sea
son. Important additions have been
made to several of the cabbages and
potatoes in the way of size and
length.
At Mull a messenger haviug re
quested a London clergyman to an
nounce that, “ if Dr. Leach was among
his audience he was urgently wanted,’’
the clergyman added from sympathy,
“ and may God have mercy on the
poor patient!”
Josh Billings says: “Most people
decline to learn only by their own ex
perience, and I guess they are more
than half right ; for I don’t s’poso a
man could get a correct idea of mo
lasses candy merely by letting another
feller taste it for him.”
A Scotch Entomologist and His
Guest. —There is a story, perhaps for
gotten by all but men who were
students at 'u certain college nearly
thirty years ago, of an enthusiastic
professor of entomology,not celebrated
for his exercise of hospitality, who
was so delighted at the arrival of an
eminent pursuer of insects that he
invited him to board and bed in his
chambers. Next morning Dr. Macfly
greeted his guest, “ And how did you
sleep the night, Mester Beehemouth ?”
“Not very well. A strange bed
perhaps. But—”
“Ah 1” quoth the doctor eagerly, “ye
were just bitten by something, eh ?”
“ Well, to tell you the truth, doctor,
I was.”
“Just think of that! Bitten were
ye ? Now, can ye say it was anything
noteworthy that bit ye ? peculiar, eh ?
“ Fleas, I think. But such chaps
for biting I never saw in my life.”
“I should think so, indeed” (with
great glee). “ They’re Sicilian fleas.
I imported them myself,
A rural Tennesseean resented the
kind offices of a Memphis publican
who gave him vermicelli soup, wishing
to know “ if you ’uns eat those infer
nal wurrums.”
“ Tis strange,” muttered a young
man, as he staggered home from a
supper party “ how evil communica
tions corrupt good manners. I’ve
been surrounded by tumblers all the
evening, and now I’m a tumbler my
self.”
John Bunyan was once asked a
question about heaven, which he could
not answer, because the matter was
not revealed in the Scriptures, and he
thereupon advised the inquirer to live
a holy life and go and see.
Right. —Dobbs thinks that instead
of giving credit to whom credit is due,
the cash had better be paid.
The San Francisco Examiner grave
ly relates the case of a gentleman
who had an ulcer on his arm which
was cured by transplanting a piece of
healthy skin fron a negro to the ulce
rated surface. Healthy granueation
at once sprang up and the sore healed;
but the black skin spread until one
third of the arm turned black. The
change of color is still progressing,
and the doctors express the belief that
the gentleman will finaly become
black all over.
How to Make Chow-Chow-
Two quarts of green tomatoes, two
quarts of white onions, one dozen
green pepers, one dozen green cucum
bers, one large head of cabbage; chop
fine. Season .with mustard and
celery gee/l 4</ suit the taste. Cover
with ' the best cider vinegar. Boil
two hour’s slowly, stirring continually
As soon as you take it from the
stove add two tablespoonsful of salad
oil. Cover tight and keep in a cool
place.
A colord man in Alexandoia, Ya.,
lias been taying to play Elijah and be
fed by ravens, but it doesn’t work.
Two weeks »go he left his employer,
dressed in his Sunday clothes, saying
he would work for man no more as
the Lord had promised to provide
for him. He was found nearly starved
to death, and so weak he coufd hardly
crawl, having eat only two peaches
and a pear in twelve days. Not a
single raven came to feed him.
POETRY.
THERE IS NO DEATH.
BT SIB E. BrLWKR LYTTOS.
There is no death ! The stars go down
To rise upon some fatal shore ;
And bright in Heaven’s jeweled crown
They snine for ever more.
There is no death ! The dust we tread
Shall change beneath the summer shower
To golden g.ain or mellow fruit,
Or rainbow tinted flower.
The grsrute rocks disorganize
To feed the hungry moss ihev bear ;
The forest leaves diink daily life
From out the viewless air.
There is no death ! The leaves mar fall,
The flow-el's may fade and pass awav ;
They only wait through wintry hours,
The coming of the May.
There is no death ! All angel form
Walk’s o’er the earth with silent tread ;
He bears our best loved things awav,
And then we caU them “ dead,”
He leaves our hearts all desolate,
He plucks orr fairest sweetest flowers ;
Traus plan ted iuto bliss, they now
Adorn immortal bowers.
The bird-like voice, whose jovou* tones
Made glad these scenes of sin and strife,
Siugs now an everlasting soug
Amid the tree oflife.
Aud whe: e he sees a smiia too bright,
Or heart too pure for taint and vice,
He bears it to that world of light.
To dwell in Paradise.
Born unto that undying life,
They leave us but - to come again ;
With joy we welcome them—tuo same,
Except in sin and pain.
And ever near us, thongh unseen,
The dear immortal spirits tread ;
For all the boundless Universe
Is life—there are no dead.
GONE BEFORE.
#
There’s a beautiful face in the silent air,
Which follows me ever and near,
With smiling eyes and amber hai*\
With voicelc=s lips, yet with breath of prayer*
That I feel but cannot hear.
The dimpled hand and ringlet of gold
Lie low in a marble sleep,
I stretch my hand for a clasp of old,
But the empty air is stra ugly cold,
And my vigil alone I keep.
There’s a sinless brow with a radiant crown,
And a cross laid down in the dust;
There’s a smile where never a shade comes now,
And tears no more from those dear eyes flow,
So sweet in their innocent trust.
Ah, well ! And summer is como again,
Sieging her same old songs ;
But, oh ! it sounds like a throb of pain,
As it floats in the sunshine and rain,
O’er the hearts of the -world’s great throng,
There’s a beautiful region above the skies,
And I long to reach its shore,
For I know f shall flnd my treasure there,
The laughing eyes uud amber hair
Os the lovtiii one gone before.
Ten ladies in Cartersville have
established tho latest organization. In
a long article they present their inten
tion to put an end to the enormous
extravagance of frivolous dress. In
order to do this, they say, “ We agree
that for and during the space of one
year we will wear “ calico” only, as
our chief dressing, and be styled the
“ Calico Club.” Any member who
shall we ir other material than calico
—except as bridal-dressing—shall be
expelled from the Club.” Economy
is the road to wealth—young men, you
know where Cartersville is situated, if
you can’t find a “ Calico Club” mem
ber nearer home. However, we advise
all to first patronize home industry.
Our city is hard to beat on feminine
beauty and accomplishments.— Macon
Citizen.
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DEATH OF A CARPET-BAGGER.
A special dispatch to the Charles
ton Courier, from Columbia, S. C.,
says*
“ Senator James .A. Greene, from
Orangeburg county, died in this city
to-day, and his remains will be sent to
his home in New York. ”
If a few mere of the same sort could
have been sent North under the same
circumstances, it would have been bet
ter for that poor carpet-bag plunder
ed State. Send them along.— Ex.
Blunders of Bashfuiness.— lf there
is any defect more striking than
another in American character, it is
bashfulnes3. Young America, in par
ticular, is painfully affected by it. An
incident is mentioned by' a corres
pondent, who was desired by his aunt
to go over to a neighbor Shaw’s and
see if he had any straw for sale for
filling beds. “Mr. Shaw,” said our
informant, “was blessed with a goodly
number of Misses Shaws, and I there
fore felt a little timid at encountering
them. To make the matter worse, I
arrived just as the family were seated
at dinner. Stopping at the doorway,
hat in hand, I stammered out: Mr.
Straw, can you spare me enough shaw
to fill a couple of beds ?”
“Well,” replied the old gentleman,
glancing around at his large family,
and enjoying my mistake, “ I don’t
know but I can ; how many will you
need ?”
“ Before I could recover, those hate
ful girls burst into a chorus of laugh
ter, and I broke for home in a cold
Sweat.”
A good story is told of a railroad
conductor recently chosen deacon in a
church in Middlesex county. A few
Sundays after his new T appointment it
became his duty to assist in taking up
a collection. He surprised the con
gregation by starting out with the
characteristic ejaculation, “ Tickets,
gentlemen!” The contribution that
day was unusually large.
Fifteen Geeat Mistakes.— lt is a
great mistake to set up our own stand
ard of the right and wrong and judge
people accordingly. It is a great mis
take to measure the enjoyment of
others by our own ; to expect unifor
mity of opinion in this world ; to look
for judgment and experience in youth;
to endeaver to mould all dispositions
alike ; not to yield in immaterial
things ; to look for perfection in our
own actions ; to worry ourselves and
others with what cannot be remedied;
not to alleviate all that needs allevia
tion, as far as lies in our power ; not
to make allowance for the infirmities
of others ; to consider everything im
possible which we cannot perform ; to
believe only what our finite minds can
grasp ; to expect to be able to under
stand everything. The greatest of all
mistakes is to live only for time, when
any moment may launch us into
eternity.
An old lady, writing to her son out
West, tells him to beware of “ billious
saloons ” and “ bowel alleys. ”
MORAL AND RELKHOUS.
. Cou#tant »ne the Great, look
ing at some statues of some noted
persons who were represented stand
ing, remarked: “ I will have mine
aken kneeling, for that is how I
have risen to eminence. It is not
the arithmetic of our prayers, how
many they be; nor the rhetoric of
our prayers, how eloquent they be
nor the geometry of our prayers’
how long they be ; nor the music of
our prayers, how sweet our voice
may be ; nor the logic of our pray
ers, how argumentative they may
he ; nor the method of our prayers,
how orderly they may be; nor even
the divinity’ of our prayers, how
good the doctrine may be—which
God cares for. . , Fervency of
spirit is that which availeth much.”
fiSF*’ If God gave you genius;
if God gave you imagination; if
God gave you tender sensibility;
if God gave j t ou love for music, and
love for literature, he did not <rive
you these things as so many feath
ers put into the nest of selfishness,
to be pressed by your breast alone.
God gave you these royal lights
that you might us* them, first for
yourselves and then also for others.
lou are joined to your kind; and
if you are like your Father in heav
en, who “maketh His sun to rise on
the evil and the good, and sendeth
lain on the just and the unjust;”
if you have all excellencies, while
they are building you up in refine
ment and virtue, they will at the
same time lead you to * pity those
who are in transgression Our
Home Journal.
plT* There is a beauty of daily
living which is not in any raann er
dependent upon outward surround
ings, which receives no added lus
ter frojn costly equipments, which
may shine with most attractive
grace amid the humblest environ
ments. The beauty that is born of
a benevolent heart filled with kindly
thoughts of all God’s creatures, of a
calm and self-poised spirit, of quiet
communings with things which are
unseen and eternal, is a beauty which
all who strive for it may possess.
Life Without Trials.— Would
you wish to live without trials ?
Then you would wish to die half a
man. Without trial you cannot
guess at your own strength. Men
do not learn to swim on a table ;
they must go into the deep water,
and buffet the surges. If you wish
to understand their true character—
if you would know their whole
strength—of what you are capable,
throw them overboard. Over with
them, and if they are worth saving
they will swim ashore of themsel
ves.
What Makes the Man? —What
is it that makes a man ? Can you
tell? We can tell you what does
not. Good clothes do not; learn
ing does not. You must have some
thing else to make a man of. We
have seen a good description of man,
which reads thus:
A beautiful soul, and loving mind,
Full of affection for its kina ;
A helper of the human race,
A soul of beauty and of grace ;
That truly speaks of God within,
Aud never make a league with sin.
This is the kind of a man worth
something in the world. We want
a great many more such men than
we haye now. Will you not strive
to be such a man ?
God Bless You. —Who has not felt
the power of these words ? Who
does not treasure up those hallow
ed moments of the irrevocable past,
when from the lips of some loved
one fell upon your ears a “God
bless you’’ that found an echo in the
truest and purest feelings of the
heart ? A God bless you, that will
go with us through life, and bring
peace and comfort when all things
else are shrouded in gloom, and no
joys seems awaiting the heart so
long acquainted with sorrow. Dy
ing lips in feeble accents have mur
mured “ God bless you.’’ It greets
the ear of infancy and reclaims the
wayward youth. It has been heard
at the bridal altar aud said at the
tomb. Loved voices breathed it in
our ears when we parted, and the
sound still lingers to cheer our sad
dened hearts. Oh! may we hear it
through life, and when we stand on
the brink of those waters which flow
between time and eternity, may the
last words that break upon our lis
tening ears be the God bless you
which comes from the lips of loved
ones left behind.
All that is valuable in this world
is to be had for nothing. Genius,
beauty, and- love are not bought and
sold. You may bffy a rich bracelet
but not a well-turned ann to wear it;
a pearl necklace, but not " the pearly
throat with which it shall vie. The
richest banker on earth would vainly
offer his fortune to be able to write
a verse like Byron. One comes into
the world naked, and goes out naked
The diffemce in the fineness of a bit
of linen for a shroud is not much.
Man is a handful of clay which turns
rapidle back a gain to dust, and
which is compelled nightly to relaps
into the‘ nothingness of sleep, to get
new strength to commence life again
on the morrow.
Sunday is the strongest day in the
week. The rest are all week days.
A good instance of “sharp practice”
is that of a man in Ohio, who was ac
quitted of murder on a plea of insanity.
He had secured his lawyers by giving
them a mortgage on his farm, but now T
repudiates the mortgage on the
ground that he was insane when he
made it, acording to the showing of
these same lawyers.
An Irish remedy for baldness is “to
rub whiskey on the head untill the
hairs grow out, then take it inwardly
to clinch the roots.” J
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WIT AUP HDM 08.
JOSH BIUINOS UNDER OATH.
J osh Billings being duly sworn, tee
tinos as follers :
Light wont go into six and have
much ov ennything left over. Mean?
a young feller haz found out this sum
m arithmetick by trieing to git a num
ber eight foot into a number six boot.
virtue, in one respekt, iz Uke mun-
A . , which we have to work the
Affi l for sticks to us the best
Affektashuu never improved enny bo
dy yet It iz better to be a devil than
a hypoknt.
I hav often beard there waz men
who knew more than they could tell
but never met one. I have often met
those who could tell a grate deal mors
than they kuu, and was williDtr to
swaro to it besides. A
To be proof agin flattery, a man
must hav no vanity, and such a man
never existed; es he did, he is one or
the lost arts.
Some people are good simply Bo
kauso they aro too lazy to be wicked
and others bekauso they haiut got a
good chance.
In munny, interest phollows the
principal; in morals, principle often
phollows the intorest.
Yu will notis one thing—the devil
seldum offers to go into partnership
with a bizzy man, but you will often
see him offer tew jino the lazy man,
and furnish all the kapital.
Love is about the only pashun ov
the heart, that i can think ov now,
that never makes enny mistakes that
she can be held accountable for. If
you waz a going tew try purse love
for a crime, what court would you take
her before ?
“In time ov peace prepare for war. *
This iz the way sum familys live all
the time.
The vices which man contrakts in hit
youth, however much he may shake
them oph, will often call on him thru
life and seek to renew hiz acquain
tance.
Every man haz hiz phollys, bat
thare iz this difference—in the poor
man, they look like crimes, while, in
the rich man, they only appear to ba
exsentricitys.
Old age increases us in wisdom and
also in rumatism.
I kno lots ov pholks who are pious
jist bekause they was born so. They
leant tell when they got religion, and
if they should loose it, they wouldn’t
know it.
When fortune pipes, we must dance.
It aint alwus that she iz in tune.
I think the honesty ova man is oft
ner the effect of policy than principle.
There is only one kind ov folks who
kan keep a sekret good, and they nev
er take any to keep.
The man who iz wicked enough tew
be dreaded iz a safer man in a com
munity than the man who iz just vir
tewous enuff not to be suspekted.
Hypoekraay iz alwus humble.
“ Massa Christophfir Columbus was
a queer man, ” said a negro orator, “A
notion crossed him one day, and den
he crossed an ocean. ” *
An Illinois doctor, who called to see
a boy who had got a kernel of pop
corn in his windpipe, told the father
to build a hot fire and hold*the boy
over it till the corn popped out. *
NAMES IN PUBLIC PLACES
When I see a man’s name
Scratch’d upon the glass,
I know he owns a diamond,
And his father owns an ass.
It has rained so hard at Milwaukee
for four months that the Chicago Re
publican asserts that all the children
born there are web-footed.
“Would you call this the calf of a
leg?” asked Bob, pointing to onfe of
his nether limbs. “ No, ” replied a
Hibernian, “ I should say it was the
leg of a calf. ”
“Another Wat. **■ —Mamma: “ Now,
Herbert, if you’re naughty I shall have
to punish you, and you will find I shall
not spare the rod and spoil the child. ”
“ Oh, mamma, hadn’t you better spare
the child and spoil the rod. ? : ’
Josh Billings says : “ Most men will
concede that it looks foolish to see a
boy draggin’ a heavy sled up hill for
the fleetin’ pleasure of ridin’ down
again. But it appears to me that the
boy is a sage by the side of a young
man who works hard all the week,
and drinks np his wages on Saturday
night. ”
The last thing Mr. Greeley is cred
ited with is asserting io an agricultu
ral essay on tobacco that fine cut will
not ripen well unless the tin foil is
stripped from the growing buds early
in the spring, and that plug tobacco
ought to be knocked off the trees with
olubs instead of being picked off by
hand.
Chicago is very sorry, the Posh says,
that they could not keep their fire un
til the arrival of the Russian Grand
Duke. They would take pride, how
ever, in showing him Mra Leary’s
cow and the Post Office cat. The
same paper observes that hereafter no
museum will be complete without one
of this cow and an equal number of
this cat.
The funny men seem disposed to
make the moat of each other. Arte
mus Ward is dead, and now Mark
Twain is to lecture upon Artemu*.
Next season Mark Twain may be dead
—who will then make up his ashes?
The ByrcniaD mania was bad enough,
but isn’t it possible that we may have
a little too much of what has
called American humor, a great deal
of which consists of bad spelling and
vile syntax ?
Nearly all women like soldiers, and
some would like a good offer, sir.
To Lawyhks.—Can you make a blind
man liable for his bill when it is pa vsn
ble at sight ? F J
Can an illegitimate William be
styled “ a true bill.”
The latest extract from 11 What I
Know About Farming Catch yous
butterflies late in August; select the
j deep yellow ones if you would get
* good, sweet, saleable butter.