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<The fgttus Cmvnljj Wvchln. VOL. 111, Advertising Hates. One square, first insertion $ 75 Each subsequent insertion 50 One square three months 5 00 One square six months 10 00 One square twelve months 15 00 tuarter column twelve months... 30 00 alf column six months 40 00 Half column twelve months. 60 00 One column twelve months..,,.. 100 00 MTI 'en lines or less considered a square. All fractions of squares are counted as full ■qoares, NEWSPAPER DECISIONS. 1. Any person who takes a paper regu larly from the post office—whether directed to his name or another’s, or whether he has subscribed or not—is responsible for the payment. 2. If a person ordets his paper discontin ued, he must pay all arrearages, or the pub lisher may contihue to send it until payment is made, nnd collect the whole amount, whether the paper Is taken from the office or ta^t. 3. The courts have decided that refusin'; to tske newspapers and periodicals from the postoffice, or removing and leaving them un called for, is prima facie evidence of inten tiaual fraud. TOWN DIRECTORY. Mayor— Thomas G. Barnett. Commissioners— W. W. Turnipseed, J. S. Wyatt, E U. H arris, E. R. James. Clerk— E. G. Karris. Treasurer— W. S. Shell. Marshals —S. A. Beldintr, Marshal. J. W . Johnson,Deputy. JUDICIARY. A. M. Speer, - Judge. S. D. DisuukE, - *. Solicitor General. Butts—Second Mondays in March and September. Henry—TbtrT Mondays in April and Oc tober. Monroe—Fourth Mondays in February, and August. Newton—Third Mondays in March and September. I’ike—Second Mondays in April and Octo ber. ■Rockdale—Monday after fourth Mondays in March and September 'Spalding—First Mondays in February and August. Dpson—First Mondays in May and No vember. CHURCH DIRECTORY. Methodist Episcopal Church, (South,) R«v. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor. Fourth Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3 j. m. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening Methodist Protestant Church. First Babbath month. Sunday-school 9 A. M. Christian Church, Elder W. S. Fears, Tastor. Second Sabbath in each month. Baptist Church, Rev. J. P. Lyon, Pas ter.' Third Sabbath in each month. CIVIC SOCIETIES. Pine Grove Lodge, No. 177, F. A. M Stated communications, lourth Saturday in -each month. DOCTORS. DR. J. C. TURNIPSEED will attend to all calls day or night. Office i resi dence, Hampton, Ga. ■|\R. W. H PEEBLES treats all dis- J * eases, and will attend to all calls day and night. Office at the Drug Store, Broad Street, Hampton, Ga. DR. N. T. BARNETT tenders his profes sional services to the citizens of Henry and adjoining counties, and will answer calls day or night. Treats o’l diseases, of what ever nature. Office at Nipper’s Drug Store. Hampton, Ga. Night calls caD be made at my residence, opposite Berea church. api26 JF PONDER, Dentist, has located in • Hampton, Ga., and invites the public to rail at his roon, upstairs in the Bivins House, where he will be found at all hours "Warrants all work for twelve months. LAWYERS. JNO. G. COLDWELL, Attorney at Law, Brooks Station, Ga. Will practice in the counties composing the Coweta and Flint River Circuits. Prompt attention given to commercial and other collections. TC. NOLAN, Attorney at Law. Mc • Donough, Georgia. Will practice in the counties composing the Flint Circuit; the Supreme Court of Georgia, and the United States District Court. WM. T. DICKEN, Attorney at Law, Lo cust Grove, Georgia, (Henry county.) Will practice in the counties composing the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court of Georgia, and the United States District Court. apr27-ly GEO. M. NOLAN, Attorney at Law. McDonough, Ga. (Office in Court house ) Will practice in Henry and adjoining conn ties, and in the Supreme and District Courts •f Georgia. Prompt attention given to col lections. mch23-6m JF. W ALL, Attorney at Law, Hamp . ton.Ga Will practice in the connties 'composing the Flint Judicial Circuit, and the Supreme and District Courts of Georgia. Prompt attention giveu to collections. ocs EDWARD J. REAGAN, Attorney at law. Office on Broad Street, opposite the Railroad depot, Hampton, Georgia. Special attention given to commercial and other collections, and cases in Bankruptcy. BP. MeCOLLUM, Attorney and Coun • seller at L-iw, Hampton, Ga. Will practice in Henry, Clayton, Fayette, Coweta. Pike, Meriwether, Spalding and Butts Supe rior Courts, and m the Supreme and United States Courts. Collecting claims a specialty. (XBee op stairs in Schafer's warehouse. THE UNSUNG SONG. I song a song in my dreams one night Of muny a varied tone, But when I awoke with morning’s light, The song and my dreams were gone. ’Twas a beautiful song of hope and love, Its melody, rich and clear, Seemed echoing tar in blue vaults above As it fell od my listening ear. “Ah! sure,” methougbt, “an angel sings— Is calling my spirit away Then near 1 heard the rustle of wings, Joined in that heavenly lay. And I caught the strain and answered it bank. In music all sweetly my own ; Twas borne above through the eky’s span gled traek, Then lost iu the night’s dusky home. And often I hear that same witching straiD, When stars are quietly beaming, But when 1 would catch up the soft refrain, I always awake from my dreaming. There will be a time when I’ll hear it once more And join with that night-singing throng ; Bui until I shall sing ob the Paradise shore That beautiful song will be ever unsung. —Annie Rivers Moseley. My Midnight Peril. The night of the 7th of October—shall I ever forget its pitchy darkness, the ‘roar of autumnal wind through the lonely forest, and the incessant downpour of the rain ? “This comes of short cuts," F muttered petulantly to myself, as I plodded along, keeping close to the trunks of the trees to avoid the ruvine, through which I could hear the Tear of the turbulent stream forty or filty feet below. My blood ran cold as I thought what might be the possible conse quence of a misstep or a move in the wrong direction. "Why had I not been ccnteuted to keep in the right read ? Hold oo 1 was that light, or are my eyes playing false? I stopped, holding on to the low resinous boughs of a hemlock that grew on ihe edge of ihe bank, for it actually seemed that the wind would seize me bodily and hurl me down the precipitous descent. It was a light—thank Providence—it was a light, and no ignis fuluus to lure me on to destruction and death. “Hblloo-o o !” My voice rang through the woods like a clarion. I plunged out through tangled vines, dense briers and rocky banks, until, gradually neating. I could perceive a figure wrapped in oil cloth cepe, or cloak, carrying a lantern. As the dim light fell upon his face I almost recoiled. Would not solitude in the woods be preferable to the compan ionship of this withered, wrinkled old man? but it was too late to recede now. “What’s wanting?’’ he snarled, with a peculiar motion of the lips that seemed to leave his yellow teeth all bare. “1 am lost in the woods ; can you direct me to ii station ?” “Yes, R station is twelve miles from here. ” ‘Twelve miles !’’ 1 stood aghast. “Yes.” “Can you tell me of any shelter I could obtain for the night ?” “No.” “Where are yon going?” “To Drew’s, down by the map!, swamp.” “Is it a tavern ?” “No.” “Would they take me for the night? I could pay them well.” His eyes gleamed; the yellow stumps stood revealed once more. “I guess so; folks do stop there.” “It is not far from here?” “Not very ; abont half a mile.” “Then make haste and let us reach it. 1 am drenched to the skin.” We plodded on, my companion more than keeping pace with me. Presently we left the edge of the ravine, entered what seemed like a trackless woods, and keeping straight on until the lights gleamed fitfully through the wet foliage. It was a ruinous old place, with the win dows all drawn to one side, as if the founda tion had settled, and the pillars of a rude porch nearly rotted away. A woman answered my fellow traveler’s knock. My companion whispered a word or two to her, and she turned to me with smooth, voluble words of welcome. She regretted the poverty of their accom modation, bat I was welcome to them, such as they were. “Where is Isaac?” demanded my guide. “He has not come in yet.” I sat down on u wooden bench beside the fire, and ate a few mouthfuls ef bread. * HAMPTON, GEORGIA, MARCH 14, 1879. "I should like to retire as soon as possi ble," for my wenrintvs was excessive. “Certainly.” The wc man started up with alacrity. “Where are you going to put him ?” asked my guide. “Up chamber ” “Put him iu Isaac’s room ” “No.” “It’s the most comfortable.” “I tell you, no !” But here I interrupted the whispered col loquy. “I am not particular—l don’t care where you lodge me, only make haste.” So I was conducted by a step ladder that stood in the corner of the room, into an apartment, ceiled with sloping beams and ventilated by one small window, with a cot bedstead, crowded clothes against Ihe board partition, and a pine table, with two or three chairs, formed tha sole attempts ut furniture. The woman set the light—an old oil lamp —on ihe table. “Anything more I can get you, sir?” “Nothing, thank you.” “I hope you’ll sleep well, sir. When shall I call you ?" “At foui o'clock in the morning, if you please. I must walk over to 11 station in time for the seven o’clock express.” “I’ll be sure to call you, sir." She withdrew, leaving me alone in the gloomy little apartment. I sat down and locked around me with no very agreeable sensation. “I will sit dowD and write to Alice,” I thought, “that will soothe my nerves and quiet me, peihaps.” 1 descended ihe ladder, the fire still glow ing redly on the hearth beoeath ; my com panion and the woman sat beside it, talking in a low tone, and a third person sat at the table eating—a short, stoat, villainous- look ing man, in a red flannel shirt and muddy trousc rs. I asked for writing materials nnd returned to my room to write to my wife. “My darling Alice—” I paused and laid down my pen as I con cluded Ihe voids, half smiling to think wbat she would soy could she know of ray strange quarters. Not till both sheets were coverd did 1 lay aside my pen and prepare for slumber. As 1 folded my paper I happened to glance to ward the couch Was it the gleam of a human eye observ ing me through the board partition or was it my own fancy? There was a crack there, tint only blank darkness beyond, yet I could have sworn that something bad sparkled balefully at me. 1 look out my watch—it was one o’clock. It was scarcely worth while for me to un dress for three houis’ sleep. I would lie down in my clothes and snatch what slumber I could. So, placing n.y valise close to the head of my bed, and barricading the lockless door with two chairs, 1 extinguished the light and lay down. At first 1 was very wakeful, hut gradually a soft drowsiness seemed to steal over me like a misty mantle, until, all of a sudden, some startling electric thrill coursed through my veins, ODd 1 sat up, excited and tremb ling. A luminous softness seemed to glow through the room—no light of the moon or stars was ever ao penetrating—ami by the lit tle window I saw Alice, my wife, dressed iu floating garments of white, with her long, golden hair knotted back by a bine ribbon. Apparently she was coming to me with out stretched hands, and eyes full of wild, anx ious tenderness. I sprang to roy feet and rushed toward her, but as I reached the window the fair apparition seemed to vanish into the stormy darkness, and I was left alone. At the self same instant the sharp report of a pistol sounded. I could see the jagged stream of fire above the pillow straight through the very spot where teu minutes since my head had lain. With an instantaneous realization of mv danger I swung myself over the edge of the window, jumped some eight or ten feet into tangled bushes below, and as J crouched there recovering my breath I beard the tramp of footsteps into my room. •*]s he dead?” cried a voice up the ladder —the smooth, deceitful voice of the woman with the half-closed eyes. “Of course he is,” erowled a voice back ; “that charge would have killed ten men. A light there, quick ; and tell Tom to get ready." A cold, agonized shudder ran through me. What a den of midnight murderers hbd I fallen into ! And bow fearfully narrow had been my escape! Wi<h the speed that only mortal terror aod deadly peril can give. 1 rushed through the woods, now illuminated by a faiot glim- mer of starlight. I knew not what impulse guided my footsteps-—I never shall know bow many times 1 crossed my own track, or how close 1 stood to the brink of the deadly ravine ; bnt a merciful Providence encom passed me with a guiding nnd protecting care, for when the morning dawned, with faint, red burs of orient light against the etormy eastern sky, I was close to the high road, some seven miles from R . Once at the to*n, 1 told my story to the police, and a detachment was sent with nte to the spot. After much searching and many false alarms, we succeeded in finding the ruinous house ; but it was empty—our birds had flown ; nor did I recove r my valise and watch and chain, which latter I Imd left under my pillow. “It's Drew’s gang,” said the lender of the police, “and they’ve troubled us these two years. 1 don’t think, though, they’ll come back here just at present.” Nor did they. But the strangest part of my story is yet to come. Some thr e weeks subsequently I received a letter from my sister, who was with Alice in her English home—a letter whose intelligence filled me with surprise. *1 must tell you something very, very strange ” wrote my sister, "that happened on the night of the 17th of October. Alice had not been well for some lime ; in fuct she had been confined to her bed for nearly a week, and 1 was sitting beside her reading It was late—the clock had just struck one— when all at once she seemed to faint away, growing white and rigid as a corpse. I hastened to call assistance, but all efforts to restore animation were in vain. I was just about sending for the doctor, when her senses returned a« suddenly as they had left her, and she sat up in bed, pushing up her hair and looking wildly around her. “ ‘Alice,’ I exclaimed, bow you have ter rified ns all! Are you ill?' “ 'Not ill,’ she answered, ‘but I feel so strange. Grace, I have been with my hus band !’ ” “And all our reasoning failed to convince her of the impossibility of her assertion. She persists to this moment that she saw you und was with you on the 171 hof October — or rather on the morning of the 18th. Where und how she cannot tell, but we think it must have been a dream. She is better now, und 1 wish you could see how lust she is im proving.” Tins is my plain, unvarnished tide. Ido not pretend to explain or uccount lor its mysteries. I simply relate facta. Let psy chologists unravel the lubyrinfhieal skein. 1 am not superstitious, neither do I believe in ghosts, wraiths or apparitions ; bat this thing I do know—that, although my wife was in England in body on the morning of the 18th ol October, her spirit surely stood before me in New York in the moment of the deadly peril that menaced me. It may be that to the subtile instinct and streugth of a wife’s holy love all things are possible; but Alice surely saved my life. The Little Beggar's Charity. A young man who had been on a three days debauch wandered into the reading room of a hotel in Pittsburg, Pa., where he was well known, sat down, aod stared moodily into ihe street. Presently a little girl of about ten years came in und looked timidly about the room. Bhe was dressed in rags, but she bad a sweet, intelligent face, that could scarcely fail to excite sympathy There were five per-ons in the room, and she went to each begging. One gentleman gave her a five cent piece, and us she went to the gentleman spoken ol and aaked him for a penny, added, “I haven’t had acything to eat tor a whole day.” The gentleman was out of humor, and he said crossly, “Don’t bother me ; go away 1 1 haven’t bad any thing to eat for three days." The child opened her eyes in shy wonder and staled at him a moment and walked slowly towards the door. She turned the knob, and then after hesitating a few seconds, walked up to him, and gently laying the fiv« cents she had received on his knee, said with a tone of true girli-h pity in her voice : “If you haven’t bad aoyihiug to eat for three days, you take this and go and buy some bread Perhaps 1 can get some more somewhere.” The young fellow blushed to the roots of his hair, and lilted the little sister of charity in his arms and kissed her two or three times in delight. Then be took her to the persons in the room and to those iD the corridors aod in the office, and told the story and ask'd contri butions, giving himself all the money be bad with him. He succeeded Id raising over torty dollars, and sent the little one on her way rejoicing. Yprilanti, Micb., is one of the few immortal American towns that can’t poks fun at the Afghanistan war names. Standards of Beauty. In spite ol all the arbitrary laws of beauty, formed on fixed equations, in every quarter of the globe und in every phase of history there semis to be a different ideal of beauty. The Circassian mcis, who take the Greek type as their model, with its slow and deli cate curves, its perfect lines and slender e le gance. have certainly something in their eye very difleient Irom the African races, who want bulging and bountiful flesh, nnd mouths enlarged and enriched until they cover the countenance with their bone and golden ornaments. While the Greeks preferred the straight line lor the noße. bioken only by the swell of the nostril the Persians thought there was no heauly without a nose like a hawk’s hill, and the African and Polynesian pre* feir< d one slit down its whole length and perforated with trinkets. Sir Joshua Rey nolds declared that the line of the nose to be beatrifu! must he straight, and Sir Charles Bell tl at the nostrils are vehicles of emo tional express ion ; but nftier authorities cliff r, and while the French poets of to-day find nothing more charming than the nei letrousse, King Solomon long ago expressed his ideal of what a fine nose should be in comparing it to the ‘ lower of Lebanon whiih looketh toward Damascus." The ancient Scythians thought nobility und honor lay in a high conieal head ; the Germans, on the contrary, in a short one ; while various Western Indians think noth ing but a flat head, produced by distortion in infancy, worthy of notice. Ye (science and sense have both pronounced, independ ently ol any opinion os to appearances, that as toe forehead recedes and the jaws advance, so does the intellect recede, and that the balance of mental power is lound in those it.div duals the upper and lower parts of the outlines ol whose face correspond with some approach to equality, too much recedure of the chin bringing one as near idiocy us too much reci’dure of the torehead. There is as much diversity, again, about the ears, the Hindoos thinking that true beauty can only be attained by boring the cartilage und imbedding in it a ring, every little while replaced by a larger ring, until the size of the stretched and mutilated mem ber becomes something enormous ; while the Arab holds precisely the opposite view— that a small ear is us infallible a mark of good blood and birth as the arch of the in step under which water flows without wetting the foot ; and every one knows how Pauline Bonaparte’s laree ears gave her m"re torment than her beauty did pleasure. The Turkish lady stains her teeth bluek ; the Frank regards it as one of the last woes that can befall her when time and decay do as much lor hers. Certain o f the African savages either file theirs closely down or else into horrible and fantastic shapes. Just as much difference, too, exists in relation to the accepted beauty ol figure, for while the Frank may lace to the last catching of the breath if inclined to too much embonpoint, if such is her idea of grace and loveliness, the lady who aspires to a high pluce in the Turkish seraglio stuffs herself till she is roll ing in folds of fat ; und where the Europeans admire the straight and superb posture ol the Apollo, certain savages bend the limbs of their bubius to make them bandy-legged. In fact, it would be liaid to establish any standard of beuuty for the whole world Btid call it fixed. For ulthough we can prove as satisfactorily to out selves as the demonstra tion of a geometrical theorem the perfection of the Greek idea, the barbarian could neither understand the demonstration nor accept the theorem. Yet it remaius that what is held to be beauty by the most refined and intellectual of the *orhi must be nearer the real at tide than anything accepted by u lower order o( beings. "Oh, heuven and earth are far apart,” says the poet. They are, they are; and it is just as well that it is so. If they were very close together the cabinet organ dealers would be buzzing the poor, harassed, distracted angels eighteen hours a day, and the advertising agents would talk them bliud the rest ef the time, A.v old traveler fells a pretty tough story about being lost in the woods with his dog r where be could find nothing to bad to cat off bis dog’s tail, which he boiled for himself, and afterward gave the dog the bone ! We would ratl er borrow ooe hun dred dollars tb»D believe that story Wikk (anxiously) Wbst did that young lady observe whe passed us just now ? Hus band (with a smile of calm delight)—Why, my love, she observed rather a good looking mun walking with quite bd elderly female— that’s all! Tiiehk are three good aids to the devil in this life—poverty, politics and the tooth ache. J A Romance of Pearls. I will tell you a circimtHmce that hap pened twenty-five or thirty years ago when I was residing in Calcutta. Ooe morning our frieud, the late Dr. Vass, surgeon of the royal army, brought to mv husband, Dr. John Grant, a bn* containing twelve or thirteen peails of various sizes, saying: "Grant, vou are a well known man in Cal cutta. and 1 want you to hear the curious account of these pearls and to take charge of the box. and let me know any change yoa may see in them Their history is as follows: About forty years Bgo a 1-dy at Ambooy gave a porlto each of two sisters, say ing, ‘These are breeding pearls; take good cure of tl etn ; never touch them with the hands, as heat injuns them, and feed them on rice.’ One of these sisteis hHR just come to Calcutta, and she has lent the box to me to show to you In the forty years she has hud it this is the result—twelve or thirteen young ones.” The box was opened, and there lay in cotton the mother peatl, a rather large, but ill shaped individual. The eldest daughter, as I called it, was a lovely pearl, about the size that jewelers set three in a ring. The ot hers were | erfect in shape, but grurhmlly decreased in sixe ; two very small ones I called tie twins, as they stuck to gether, and the last was a very wee seed of a pearl. According to instructions rice wag put into the box, which was locked in a secret drawer in the cubinet, of which my husband alone kept the key. After some days we opened the box, and to our aston isbrnent we foand that every grain of rice bad been nipped. I cunnot think of a better word. How nipped, I cannot imagine, but that one fact I cud vouch for. A few weeks after we had to leave Calcutta The box was returned to Dr Vuss, and what became of it 1 know not. 1 huve often mentioned it to my friends, and some years ago I saw in a book that lay upon a friend’s table that people in the East believe in breeding pearls. —London Lund and Wattr• Related to tlie Devil. We'll cujl his name Smith (but it isn’t Smith.) and since he got married ub ut three months ago helms livid on Murray Hill. Mr. Smith goes out nights, lie belongs to two social dubs, flic Turnverein, and a brass band. Ilow could he put in bis evenings at home? Thut would be expecting too much entirely. But Mrs. Smith made up her mind to put a stop to such proceedings, as they didn’t suit her wifely ideas for a cent, nay, not even for a very little cent. So she tried the ghost dodge on him. She fixed herself in the hall behind tho door. It was con founded cold there, but what will not a per son suffer to accomplish a needed reform ? She bore her part bravely, and as the night wore on and the clock had boomed its twelve solemn notes upon the night air, was re warded by heating steps come up tbe wulk and pau-e at the door She heard ber liege imd fumbling for the key-hole and grumbling because he Imd so much difficulty to find it, and then the door .opened und be stumbled into the hall. Shades of horror! Wbat do his eyes behold ! He resolves to speak to it—to touch it. He advances upon the white something with hand outstretched to touch it, when a muffl'd voice exclaimed: " Pause! foolish man! Advance no farther at your peril 1 l am the devil, and to ad vance is to perish.” "You'ie the devil, are you?” exclaimed Smith ‘ Well, here’s my band oo that. Con gratulate me old boy, for 1 married your sister! Shake bauds, shake.” Nutmegs.—Nutmegs grow on trees which look like pear trees, and are generally over twenty feet high. The flowers are very much like the lily of tbe valley. They are pale yellow, and very fragrant. The nutmeg is the seed of the fruit, and the mace is the thin covering over this seed. The fruit is about as large as a peach. When ripe it breaks opeD and shows tbe little nut inside. The trees grow on the islands of Asia, aod in tropical America. They bear fruit for seventy or eighty years, having ripe Iruit upon them at all seasons. A fine tree in Jamaica has over a thousand eotmegs On it yearly. The Dutch used to have all the nutmeg trade, as they owned the Banda islands, and conquertd all tbe other traders, and destroyed tbe trees. To keep the price up, they once burned three piles of nutmegs, each of which was as large as a church. Nafire did not sympathize with such mean ness. Tbe riatmeg pigeon, found hi all the Indian islands, did for the world what tbe Dutch had determined should not be doue ; carried these nuts, which are ber food, into all the surrounding countries, and trees grew again, and the world has the benefit. Statisticians affirm that countries raising I tbe most onions have tbe fewest marriages. NO. 36.