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Legal Advertisement* Sale of 1.an.1 <>r N- vrora, hy A mii.Ltn.tors, rarrm-.ra. nilOit*rdiat(, per square, *•> w Sale ot Prreone! property by Administrator*, exrcotors, and Guardians, per square. 3 50 N-itfcu 1 1 Debtors anil Creditors, 360 N.itir.e for L’svo toßell, J !!? Citation for [..■•ters of Admiruetradon i 7o Cl'ati vi for O -mission from A luiinistratinu, 6 ot) rotation fur Dismission from Guariljans'iip. 3 Ha The f.itw of Newspaper*. 1. Subscribers who do not give • xpress no tice to the contrarr, a-e considered as fishing to continue their subscription. 2. If subscriber* oder the discontinuance *f their njlwsoaner, be miMisher ma continue to send them until al arrearages are paid. 3 If subscribers neglect or refuse to take, t ir nswspapo"S from the office to which they are directed, they are held respoos ble until they have settled the bills and ordered them discontinued. 4. If subscribers remove to other places without informing the publisher,.and the news papers are sent to the former direction, they are held responsible. . .1. Thu courts have decided that refusing to tako newspaper* from the office, or removing and leaving them uncalled for, is prima facte evidence of intentional fraud. A The United States Con.-ts have also, re peatedly and. ci led, that a .‘os'roaster who neg lect? to perform his duty of iriving reasonable notice, ns required by the Post riffl ‘e Depart ment of the neglect of a person to take rom the oflt'.e newspapers addressed to him, rend er* the Postmaster liable to the publisher for the subscription p.’ce. JCARDS: ” JOHN cTUEID, ATTORNEY AT LAW, iunel’s9- ly. Grreitcshoro, G ror gia-_ “aoLiN w7stevens. : ATYORSKY AT LAW, Greensboro* Grorgia. WILL practice in the counties ofOeene, aip win, Putnam, orgtn, Oglethorpe, r’lliafnrro and ITtneock. [Peh. 9, l**B9-tf ] UNITED STATES HOTEL, MNo. 232. Broad Street, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA. DWELL & MOBIIEU, Proprietors DWELL j J- Mg"R HoiHcaK Card. t HEREBY tender roy thanks to the puolic for kind ly bestowing on me heretofore, a l.'gtr enarr of patronage than I anticipated, end again offer mr pro fessional service* to any who may give me a call. When not professionally engaged, I may be found W L BETHEA, M. P DENTISTRY. OR. VfYlf. .RORG.IA. Surgeon anil Mechanical Dentist. Penfield, Georgia, WOULD Liiorti. the cUiscos f Greene and ad j.itiuog .untie*. that he is prepared to perl rm SHty operation pertaining to hi* profession, withe, at *>es. and dispatch. He will ii>s* rt from one >o sn en tire set of teeth. It iebia intention in please -• Hr will be in Gcue-boro on Mondav, Tuesdat ind WVdu-sday of each wreck and in Penßeld the imtnduder of hi* time. Abv n.H from the country that may be tender erf dltm will meet with prompt attention. He c.era to lfr tl 4wt B llurohv of R-une -Feb. 8* ISRo I r % F-fiEAL a lower ssr nj A. Weekly louraat—Devoted to Home Literature, Agricaltaro, Foreign aad Domestic News, Wit, Humor, &c MI 8 G X L L AHSOHS. Ah Acrostic. M ollie dear, thou art bright and fair, O lily like tb e. the pnre angel* are. L et me then on thy natal day L nve’B offering upon thy altar lay, I love the well, and in my heart, E *er shall thou of existence be a part, M. ollie, dear, with a brow of snow M ay I feel the power of love’s bright glow, U nequalled art thou my beautiful girl. L ove's own worth, with a set of pearl, K nowing full-well my love is thine, E ver may its links around ns tu ine, Y cs, dear, until the end ot time. A Forest Dream. To I sat upon a fallen tree, . Lying across a stream, To rest my weary limbs and see A gran o’ old forrest scene. The little st team let’s joyons song Was music sweet to me, As it swiftly swept along Under the prostrate tree. And no other sound was heard Save the murmuring breeze, And now and then a little bird Singing amid the trees. All alone in the mountain wood, Weary as I could be, Reposing in the solitude 1 slept, and dreamed of time. I tho’t Htl ist your heart was won, And we stood side by side While the parson made us one— Made you my darling bride. Oh, how sweet that dream of bliss, But ah ! how brief to me ; For as l stooped your cheek to kiss, I—tumbled off the tree. ~ THE SHADOWS. [The following remarkable story by Leoir Gozlan, is a match-piece fir the sketch of “Bernardin St. Pierre’s Three Strange Visitors,” by the same band.] Last winter 1 was iu the habit of going every Wednesday evening to a re-union iu the “Maris,” over which a lady, belonging to an old legal family, presided with ex quisite grace. 1 had consulted rather my tastes and quiet habits, tknr my age, in seeking an introduction amongst the grave spirits and solemn characters which c im posed this society. You met there very few young people of the world ; rarely any females who hail not accomplished their forty years. If accident brought thither me of less certain date, they nev er returned a second, time. They carried away with tin m the lecollectinn of long yellow candles, shedding a yellow light over yellow figures; of sofas, on the backs of which the hands ot Justice were em broidered in black and white silks; of ta pestry of “Ambusson.” anplegreen, and upon which might be distinguished, in fatut-marked squares, first: the fatal duel of the Baron de Bouteville with the Mar quis de Bouveron, in the centre of the place Roy ale. Further on, yon saw the Baron de Bouteville arrested by the Pro vost and his officers at Vitry-le-Brulo. Further still, upon a square which mark ed a door, you assisted at the Baron's exe cution upon the Place de Greve. No one could ever forget the high gray windows; the pictures, out of all propor tion, from which frowned fearfully the dark portraits of Judges, and “Presidents a Mortier,” all surmounted by wigs of a size which gave them the appearauce c.f black lions growling beneath their mighty mane*. , After a low month*, however, you be gan to grow familiar with lliese terrors, Gradually 1 dred <0 look upon the por trait of the great ancestor of the family, standing upright in his frame, which was at least a fool thick, and dressed in the costume ot a Judge of the “Chambe Ar deuie.” I even dared to touch it. The uiisiress of the mansion had des cribed to me the characters and habits of the few persons who made up her Wednes day evenings. They were the remains of old families, who were unreproached by even the slightest condescension towards the Empire, with ail its seductions, and who had demanded of the restoration nothing more than the innocent ptivilege of resuming their early habits. Madame de Hacqueville permitted me to come early, ir. order to introduce me oue by one to the persons who honored her mansion with their presence. Oue evening, as usual. I took my place near her. aud opposite a large fire-place, in which the Haines lightning no the back, displayed a figure ot Louis All. meta morphosed itito a Pluto. Pointing to the clock, she showed the exact minute at which each of the habit aa 1 frequenter* of her itksn made tlieit appearance.” At three minutes after nioe o’clock.” said she. “you will sec M. de Ouemarec make his appesrance. lie is s * descendant of that magistrate, who, forced j by his father aud the traditions of bis fun ’ ify. to staume the robe, for which he bed GREENESBORO’, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 18, 1860. the most profound distaste, vowed to de cide always against his conscience. Faith ful to his tacit engagement, he dismissed three times an accusation against three men whose crime carried with it the pun ishment of death. Six years after, the in nocence of the three was fully established. M. de Guemarec had been right in violat ing as a judge, both hiß reason and his con science. The father of the young magis trate insisted no longer, and the place was sold.” Three minutes past nine! M. de Gue marec entered. At twenty minutes past nine we will pticb up the fauteil for M, the Baron de Grignrtclles,” continued Madame de Hac quevilie. She was right. With the same exactitude she indicated the precise mo ment at which Madame Casa Biaaca, the President de Page, and indeed each one of her guests, would appear. I noticed that Madame Casa Bianca con stantly concealed her right hand, lyiad. de llacqncvilie was speaking of her in very warm terms. “Ah! Madame Casa Hduica’s heart is full of noble- qualities,” said she, “I counsel you appreciate them, 1 , ‘•But why does she always conceal her right hand—do yoR know ?” 4 1 do not, nor have I ever 2, r kcd. Sines she has not forestalled my curiosity upon this point, it is probable that it wouia have wounded her; aud 1 prefer rather to keep a friend, than to learn a secret, which af ter all, might but little interest me.” .“Excuse my indiscretion,” I replied, “but you have told me so much that was valuable concerning your friends here, that 1 was emboldened to ask this expla nation of a fact which struck me so much.” Madame de Hacqueville leaning good htimofcdly upon my shoulder, here rose to welcome Casa Bianca—the lady of the hidden hand. Whilst she was thus occu pied in welcoming her the habitues of the re-union were entering, grr np after group. The card tables were set out, and the play ers snuffed and dealt like phantoms play ing upon the borders of the Styx. Everybody played except Madame Casa Bianca and Madame de Hacqueville. The right hand of tiie former was hidden as usual; ftie left baud might be seen cov ered with a white glove, and must have once been beautiful. The same remark might be made of Madame Casa Bianca’s foot and figure. Site appeared now to be about fifty years old, although in leality much older; but a naturally strong con stitution. and an adventurous life, follow ing the fortunes of her husband, a soldier of the Republic and the Empire, bad firm ly tempered, so to speak, the features of Madame Casa Bianca. There are gener ations of women, as of men, cneigetic as the times they’ are called tc Jive in. Un der the empire, the women who, amidst cannon, drums and bauners, followed the army, the ’‘Grand Army,” took from their associations a singularly original and mili tary tone. Without losing the graces of womanhood, they gained much of the strength and eneigy of the manly charac ter. During theso evenings, it was the cus tom for each of the “convives” to relate some incident of his life. Directly it was the turn of the President de Page to relate. He related well, and a silence almost mournful fell upon the old room and the strange guests as he told his story. “We will go back,” said he, ‘*to tbo days *f Louis'XVl. I was one of the king's judges. Bat before that 1 was a scholar at the University. My road wasnot smooth. 1 had many trials. But I had a counsel lor. Francoise, my foster sister, came not once but often, from far away in the. pro vinces, to comfort and cheer me. I loved her as it she had been a sister of my blood. During her lost visit a terrible circum stance occurred. I lost a valuable dia mond suuff-uox. I spoke loudly my loss, and every place was searched. “The diamond snuff-box was found.” “One'of the people of the Court discov ered it bidden in .he paillasse ot the bed in which Francoise, my foster sister, Slept.” A general movement of interest showed itself in the saloon of Madame de Hac queville. The President de Page pagsed. Tli6 recital evidently pained him. “Francoise, my foster sister, the fresh cheeked peasant of Monteran; she who bad trudged wearily through frost and snow to come and throw herself upon my i neck mou the steps of the Borbouue;! Francoise, whose skin was soft as velvet, and her eyes so tender and loving.” The Marquis took a pinch of snnff, but 1 saw the snuff fall upon the ground. “Tliev dragged her before the judges. 1 I wished to excuse myself, but they forced i me to preside. They pretended ironical ly to repose the highest confidence in my natnral impartiality. My enemies rejoic ed, and the populace threatened to stone me when it was known that I bad order ed ” Here M. de Page was silent You could bear nothing but the crackling of tlie lire, and the oscillations of the pendulum. The picture* upon the walls were sniitr than the guest* at that moment. M. de Page resumed t “That I had or dered the rack! For Francoise denied everything; the thefltbu eifeutnstenees of the theft—all; constantly reminding me ot Monterean, other mother, of the days of onr childhood—of our lelationship. “I had ordered the question 1 - “The robe of Francoise was taken off. “Oh ! the cry of a young girl brought naked before the judges. . Goa spare you from ever hearing that cry. The torture was applied. Her cries grew weaker. But Francoise turned her eyes upon me. Gentlemen, I have had a sword thrust through my body to the hilt. That look stabbed more keenly. “They put her knee in the leaden boot. “Her cries grew weaker.” At this part of the recital of the Presi dent a thrill of horror rar. through us all. “They put the fire to the pit of her stomach. “Francoise was silent; she had ceased to shriek. ‘‘Geqjlemcn, Francoise, was innocent 1 I knewit. It was I who had hidden the diamond box in her bed, in order that she might be tried, condemned,’ executed.” Tbo ladiee covered their faces. If I had had a knife in my hand I would have stuck it into the old President’s heart. But the President closed his eyes, col lected himself for a moment, and said : “They crushed her right hand, every finger, every joint, like that— '* Ho made a gesture. My nerves jerked spasmodically in imitation of it. -A cUmd of blood passed before my eyes, and the tciTioJe .‘Ceue vanished. 4 Francoise had fainted in confessing the theft- Yes, she had confessed it, but pro claiming that I was her foster-brother, that she had come to Paris to see me; that to see me she had braved the ice and snow braved everything—to hang .“uce more upon her foster-brother’s neck.” The President had scarcely finished f’;C agonizing sentence, when I saw rise beside Madame de Hacqueville, like a phantom, a woman, who with difficulty and pain drawing off her glove, permitted to be seen a bond broken and crushed, which she pieced upon the head of M. de Page. Like one crushed, the old man raised his eyes in terror beneath that hand which weighed him down. The other people were pale; I looked at myself in the glaß3; I was more than pale —I was green. Tears and sobs from the eyes and mouths of theso two ruined by each other mingled together; an l M. de Page took that band and carrying it to his lips, kissed it as the dying man kisses the host, and he was par doned as the dying man is pardoned. For Madame Casa Bianca -passed the arm which was free around the neck of M. de Pago. “Thai evening,” continued the Presi dent, “there was a Court Ball. I appear ed at it still clothed with my judicial robes, and bearing with me the death-warrant of Francoiso. Bending my knee to the earth 1 said to Louis XVd : “Sire, to-day the bones of my foster sis ter have been broken on tho rack. I was her accuser, Sire, and she has confessed ail. ‘-Well I” said the king. •‘Sire, I invented the story of the theft.” ••The king recoiled in terror. 44 And wherefote, Monsieur 1 4 Because I wished to prove to France that with the torture the most frightful falsehood was believed, the holiest truth assassinated. Sire, to this proof I have sacrificed the thing dearest to me in the world. My opinion therefore cannot be doubted.’ “Messieurs,’ said the king, ‘let the ball continue.’ Then turning to his Chacellor •Monsieur, from this night tho torture is abolished in Fiance; let it be made known throughout the kingdom.” Chetney Sauce.—The following recipe is furnished the Edgefield Adeertirer by a gentleman who is /ait in many things, and who ventures to predict that every lady who tries it will like it: “Take eight ounces of sharp Apples— pared and cored ; the same weight of Balt, Tomatoes, Raisins and Brown Sugar. Red Pepper and Powdered Ginger, each four ounces. Garlic and Eschallottes each two ounces. Pound these ingredients separately in 2 mortar, mix them thoroughly; add three quarts of vinegar and onr quart of Lemon jnice. Place the jar containing the. com position, on a stove, or by the side of a fire, in a heat not less 130 deg. h alirenheit. I Stir it twice a day for a moi:th; then (drain it, bnt do not squeeze the residue dry; bottle the liquor, which is an excellent sauce for any kind of fish ot meat, hot or cold. A teaspoonful will impart n pleas ant flavor to any ragout, or be sufficient 'for a-pint of broth. The residuo should bo put into pots or jars; it may be used in sauces or gravies ; or may be used like mustard with cold i meat, being an excellent ingredient for | “devils” either wet or dry. It may be j made very good with vinegar.” A smart yonng lady, tho other evening j astonished the company by asking for the 1 *i<uiti n| a diminutive. irgßiitoi‘Oi tmncA* ! tud c.m* convex on its summit’ And s*tfti* 1 perforated will* syrnmetricAi indent At ions.* 1 mm wanted a tlilmMe. A Short Sermon to “Dongtas Wor shipers.*’ BY WHANG DOODLE. And devent men carried Stephen to hi* huriel and made great lamentation over Aim. —Acts, viii. 2. My Dear Douglas Brethren -1 intend to talk to you at this time about the folly and sinfulness of worshiping men. The heathen bow down to images of wood and stone, and some worship unclean beasts while others bow in humble adoration even to kiss a great toe. But we of this generation, linve beeu guilty of the mean est idolatry of all in worshiping a little lump of corrupt flesh and blood, called, Stephen, now defunct. A few weeks ago when we ladened our vessels with rum and whiskey sos our brethren, who were sent as missionaries to the port of Charles ton, in the foreign land of Sonth Carolina to preach the gospel of Dred Scott and Popular Sovereignty, and gave them gold and silver-wherewith to Buy their bread and meat, onr departed friend was full of promise, and high uplifted as the god of Democracy nd all who would fall down and worship him should have their reward. But alas! our biethren have returned to us with nothing but an unseemly carcass. Aud devout men carried Stephen to his burial, and made great lamentation over him.’ And it came to pass, when our chief priests and elders were gathered together in Convention at Charleston, that many of the heathens of that region would not fall down and worship our golden calf,— and we said unto them that they were wrong; that the golden calf would grant them many indulgences, he would give them Bourbon whiskey, apple jack and rtsd eve as Leverages, aud had promised uir.e hundred aa ninety-nine thousand foreign missions, post-offices and custom houses. and to take five hundred old fo gies into his cabinet. But all this would not avail. Nary a bowel of compasion could be moved within thein. and there fore our brethren returned unto us.— “And devout men carried Stephen to his burial, and made great lamentation over him. 4 And tho disciples of Stephen spake un to them saying, that they did not care whether niggers were voted up side down, or down side np, it made no difference.— But they were rebellious, and declared that we in usf get tho nigger out of the fence and protect him in the territories, where there are no fences; bnt we couldn’t doit. We referred them to Freeport where Stephen spake of “unfriendly leg islation, ’ but they didn’t care a red for the Police Magistrate of the territories, bnt would pasture the niggers there, on Uncle. Sam’s farm They wouldn’t let us put up a fence of unfriendly legislation around them, and because we wouldn’t give the niggers pasture, they waxed with wrath, aud Stephen pave up the ghost.— “And devout men carried Stephen to his burial, and mado great lamentation over him.” In vain our brethren promised to erect a fahebottomed platform to delude the heathen by tricks of legerdemain. But they heeded not our entreaties. Oh.the “irrepressible conflict!” It squeezed our poor little Stephen so hard that gout or influenza need trouble him no more.— They cast rocks upon him. The lions roared at him. The eagle “quivered his tail at him in proud defiance.” Old Buck shook his horn at him. The nigger shook his wool and laughed at him, because the “Rail mauler” received more votes from the Suckers than he did. And one hundred and fifty two and a half brethren stood by and saw him crushed out, and be wailed their empty pockets, and the loss of the good things promised them. “And devont men carried Stephen to his burial, and made great lamentation over him.” And now in conclusion my dear Doug las brethern, I know it is hard for ns to believe Stephen is snuffed out. We can not realize it. But it is even so. We sliall never behold his coat tail diagging on the ground any more. Its beautiful folds have been wrapped around his woun ded seat of honor, and he laid at rest.— Tho irrepressible conflict dealt him a smasher on the gob, and his voice will no longer charm us with the bountiful 6ong of Popular sovereignty. Therefore ceare your Llubering for Stephen. There is yet hope of salvation for ns. There is a plauji still left fur us poor shipwrecked sinners *0 cling to. Our brethren North and South stand upon it. Though the heath en have denounced it as a relic of barbar ism, yet our elders In the great council of the nation say it is a good on*. We will all go to that land of blessed saints in Utah, where it is fenced in, and shout for old Mrs. Polly Gamy. There reposing on her bosom, we will bury all- our sorrows for tbe immaculate Stephen, who was so shamefully.martyred at Charleston. Let him rot iu peaoe. Farewell, then; to our old Stephen, The famous Charleston martyr: For be lied so, wc couldn’t believe him, And we won’t go tiinbling arter. Thus, you see, I have quoted the Dutch I poet, and we will close with the words of j the text, “And d*vont men -arried Ste ‘ m • * Terms—sl,so Always In Advance. phen to his burial, and made great lamen tation over him.” Amen. The chair will please sing that gord old sockdology, of ‘Possum Op a gum tree,* while a collection is being taken for our late Missionary at Charleston. Tiie World’s Changes.—lt is sad. bet instructive that we live in a world of chang es. From the cradle to the grave, the ev idences of this painful truth are ever im pressing themselves ou the mind. Os all the varied objects that twine themselves round our hearts in youth, how few cling to it in mature years !—how few of our precious hopes arc not wrecked and bofnh away on the restless waves of change! Yet, sad as are the other objects of change, it contains in its full quiver one arrow more keen and deadly than the rest. When hw whom for many a long year we might grapple to our soul with hooks of steel— whom we have cherished “as onr heart's coro, ay, in our heart of hearts”—meet* us with a cold and averted gaze; when tb* eye that used to beam on us with a tender and mellow lustre, no longer return our glances—and tho face of him who was dearest to us wears “tiie look of a stran ger”—then has change done its woik for us, and we can smile at its farther visita tions. It is hard to lose onr friends by separation—and vet more painful and sol emn is it to lose them by death, but still we lose them ns friends—wc lose them while affection is reciprocal; and, as eur spirits may still commingle, their memory is “pleasant, though mournful to the soul ” But when the being we dove, lives and is estranged, there is, as one has truly said, a gap between us, deep and wide, which wo can neither fill up or cross over. Then the past is desolation, the present is hitter ness, the future is a blauk, ami the only anodyne the crushed heart can hope to find is the lethargy of forgetfulness. Pro/, homes Last Ascent. —Professor Lowe who ascended in his balloon “Pio neer,” on the afternoon of the 4th instant, landed about 3 o’clock p. m. near Wood bury. New Jersey, in tho most entire safe ty, without a scratch to mar its symmetry. Although the storm, which delayed it* as cent, Imc passed away from the immedi ate spot, the aeronaut saw showers to the northwest and northeast, besides the larg black rain clouds he. was following, and in all of these appeared rainbows most dis tinct and brilliant. Three rainbows at once, in different directions, are not seen once in a thousand years. There was an other peculiarity of this voyage in the re flection of tho balloon so distinctly from clouds on the same level, that at first the impression was that another balloon with its occupant wits in the field. The mir rored delusion from the wi st cloud was so vivid that Mr. Lowe involuntarily called out to his supposed brother teronnut.’ anti / it wns onlv when his identical words were repeated drst from tbe cloud and after wards from the earth that he realized it in bo an echo.—Philadelphia Enquire* Phenomena a/the Brtiin.~ one of ihe most inconcoicnble things in tbe nature of the brain is that tho organ of sensation should in itself be insensible. To cut tbe brain gives no pain, yet in the brain Alone resides the power of feeling pain in any other part of the body. If the nerve width leads from it to the injured part be divided, it becomes instantly unconscious of suf fering. It is only by communication with the brain, that any kind of sensation is produced, yet the o*-gan itself is insensible. But there is a circumstance more wonder ful still. The brain itself may ho remov ed—may be cut away down the corpus calasum, without destroying life. Tho animal lives aud performs all its functions, which are necessary to simple vitality, but no longer has a mind; it cannot thiuk or feel; it requires that the food should be pushed into the stomach ; once there His digested, and the animal will thrive and grow fat. We must infer, therefore, from these fasts, that the part of tho brain, the convolutions, is simply intended for tho exercise of the intellectual faculties, or ex alted kind bestowed on a man, the gift of reason. Porcelain Faced Bricks. —The New York TrihunehM been shewn a porcelain faced brick for which Mr. D. W. Clark, of Vermont, received a patent on the 10th ult. Tbe patent, he says, consists in tho employment of zinc as a flux for the fell par and quartz with which tho ordinary porcelain is made. These bricks can bo furnished, he says, at forty dollars per thousand, or a building cau be faced with them at less than one-tbiid of tho cost of marble. Tho material is very bcxattful, •and might be used for an inside a* well as an outside finish with fine effect. The same flnx can.bo applied te articles front tbe coarser kinds of clay, which gives it a finish eqnai to any English ware import ed into this country. “Look up,” thundered the captain of a vessel, as bis boy grew giddy while gazing from the topmast, “look up!” The boy 1 looked op, and returned in aafety. Voting 1 man, look up, and yon will snececd. Xcv t*r look down sod <rospalr. ! Look np. NUMBER 29-