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A WOStAfrS GLOVE.
A liltle, flimsy, faded thing,
ftalf worn, with both the button* gone,
A woman’! l scented, silken glove—
This was the prrie wp lighted on;
Stowed id his musty office drawer, ,
Among hi* blank* and bill* qnd Checks—
Poor jack, who long was famous for
His hatred of the gentle sex.
We did'ridf lndj?b— ftp - : roelv smiled —
The tear* came crowding to our eyes ;
i thought how little do we rupps
Whear tender romance hidden lie*:
Beneath the mat and dross oHite.
Yet making sweet its common place-—'*
Keen aa the little fragrant glove
Had perfumed all that dusty space.
What nse to wonder, or to guess?
For in llie darkened room above
Pear Jack lay dead, and .on bis breast
We Wd the little scented glove,
Half worn, with both the buttons gone ;
And somehow, o’er his quiet face
Therweepmed toftegla friendly smile,
As if be thanked us for Uie,,grtoe.
Mr. O’Reilly, or English Dash
and Irish Love, *
Tlow many months ago is it since I lay
down one lovely autnmn afternoon, on the
side of the Loch Sheogachan, and mentally
tossed up “heads nr tails’’as to what I should
do about Mary O’Reilly and her intractable,
unbearable, ungovernable papa ? From
Christmas to Christmas is twelve months—
thiitecn, fourteen, fifteen Scarcely fifteen
months, and it seems as if a hundred years
bad passed since then.
Hence, a certain young person, looking
over my shoulder, remarks that I have paid
her* very pretty cofhpllmffbt,"indeed. I ex
plain, however, that I meant the hundred
years to express ray sense of the happiness
which had been compressed into the fifteen
months. The explanation appears to myself
to be remarkably vague, not to say incohe
rent ; but it satisfies the young person, who
fetires, and leaves me to my story.
Fifteen months ago, then, I went over to
the west of Ireland, in answer to an jnvitST
tioo from an old gentleman, a distant relative
of mine, who bad some excellent shooting.
He did not shoot himself; he had few neigh*
bors who bad not shooting of their own ; he
had still, out of habit, kept his gamekeeper,
Who supplied the kitchen in uutumn and
winter ; and so it was that he was right in
saying there would be no luck of sport if 1
went over. A young and briefless lawyer
who has the good luck to have some little
money of bis own is seldom busy. Above
all, be is never busy in the sotuinu ; so in an
Inexpressibly short period of time I found
myself in the farmhouse, half castle, which
my venerable friend owned on the shores of
Loch Sheogachan.
The shooting, as I had anticipated, was
excellent; and for a week or two I revelled
in slaughter. Day after day, wet or dry, I
Sallied out stone, my only companions being
the dogs; and while I sometimes found sufli
cient difficulty in disposing ol the game I
shot, so that it might be fetched by someone
from the house, that inconvenience was more
tbau atoned for by tbe freedom I obtained
from the persecutions of Tim O’Lacy, the
keeper. Tim was a pig-beaded old fool, in
corrigibly obstinate in slicking to biß own
means and methods, and regarding all im
provements or alterations in the outfit of u
sportsman as something approaching sacri
lege. Breech-loaders, in especial, were bis
particular abhorrence ; and if by chance yon
missed anything, Tim was invariably reudy
with an “1 told you so,” and with a protes
tation that any other gun would have caught
tbe hare or tbe duck, as the case might be.
80 I intimated to Tim, after a day or two in
bis company taught me tbe boundaries of my
shootiDg, that henceforth I would dispense
with bis services. Tim said nothing, but 1
know that be prayed to bis favorite saint
that 1 might miss every bird or beast at
which I might fire; and J am oertain be was
almoet moved to tears of vexation od seeing,
evening after evening, that tbe day’s bag bad
not been decreased by bis absence.
In the midst of this enjoyment it was my
fortune to meet Mary O’Reilly, and from
that moment I became tbe wretebedest of
human beings. Sbe and her lather came
from some oncamcable district to dine with
us one evening. There was no other lady
present, und as my uged friend and Mr.
O’Reilly devoted their energies exclusively
to discussing tbe doings of some magistrates
in tbe neighborhood, the young lady and 1
were naturally thrown pretty much together.
When Mr. 0 Redly diu address me, It was
merely to say all the insulting things he could
imagine about England and tbe English
These, delivered in a fine rich brogue, he
hurled at my bead as if 1 bad specially gone
over to become the scapegoat ol my country
men. Miss Mary did her best to deprecatt)
these attacks, but in vain.
“Ye talk about sbootin’?” he cried. “Is
there a mao to jour coon try wbo'd wait all
the noight io a barrel iu a bog—wid plenty
of rain to prevent you failin’ aslape—to have
a stmt at the say-fowl ?”
“Why, I’ve done it myself,” said I.
“Y ou ?”
The tone in which be uttered the interro
gation was sounded remarkably as if he be
lieved I was lying.
“Will, I’ll tell you, I’ll go out wid ye to
morrow noight, now.”
“All right," said I.
'lbe challenge, as I suspected, was only a
threat, and Mr. O’Reilly never mentioned
the engagement again.
However, Mary O'Reilly and I became
great friends that evening. She wa9 (per
haps 1 bad better say it, lest this sheet should
again be submitted to inspection) a very
handsome, spirited-looking girl, with dark
blue eyes, a fresh complexion, and large
toasßes of jet-black hair. There was fire
nod life io every look aod motion ; and yet
6be was exceedingly gentle in manner and
soft in voice. She was so unlike her father
that 1 took it for granted she re6imbled her 1
mother, who, to judge by Mr. O'Reilly ’s ob
jurgations against my countrymen, had prob
ably been an English woman.,
In return, Mr. O'Reilly invited ray rela
tion to dine with biro, aod included me in
the invitation. After that evening I took
the liberty of calling at Mr. O'Reilly’s bouse
without seeking any invitatiou. iudeed, 1
fancy be rather liked ray going there, that
he might indulge bis passion for maligning
and sneering at the English. What be chiefly
complained of was their want of spirit. They
did not drink, nor fight, nor dance, not make
love, nor do anything in that fine, boisterous
Irish fashion which he remembered to have
marked his vnuntr days. Thev were n set rP
patient, dull, respectable people, introdtjoinc
calculation mto every m&tter of life, wanting
Ift? daredevil enthnslasm and courage which
were alone worthy of a m»n. AW this.-and
much more, I wns aeetiatomed to hear ns
Mr O’Reitlv sat snd drank rrodipinn* onnn
•''■e* of Rirtahem and water.and while Marv
(Vftpfllv sat at the piano fit might have been
a better onp. certainly.) and played those
old Irish air§.whiqb are so full of a sweet
nndjender pati.os, , ,
In ttme—botnet, in a very tjtort' space o'
t ime— all tins produced its natural ronse
qnpnees. J was madly in love with Marv
O’Reilly. T went about the hill® and along
the Ride of the loch in a mnndlin fashion,
oftentimes allowing a hare to scuttle off in
safety among brackens not thirty feet from
me, and at other tiroes allowing a heron to
rise from the reeds and fly unharmed over
my head, with its long legs hanging in the
nir. Finally (and bv this time Mnrv by
various little arts and devices, ltad impressed
me with the notion that I shdq’d not dis
please her bv so doing) I Went Ifba asked hpr
father if he had anv objections to my becom
ing a suitor for her hand.
He had, mn®t decidedly. He drank off
some raw whisky, and told me with profuse
and profane language that his daughter
would never marrv an Englishman, never I
And he invoked all the saints and demons to
bear him witness.
So I departed, creslfallen. What was I
to do? That very evening I recived a note
from Mary, which she had sent by some
servant. She had heard of the quarrel be
tween her father and myself. She was in
despair. I was never to be allowed near the
house again ; and what was she to do ?
That was tbs ussy question which was
pressed upon myself, for tbe term of my in
vitation had nearly expired. I began to
enrso the hour in which I was born on
English soil; and wished that I had been,
to please her maniac of a father, a Dutch
man. a Bosjesman, or a New Zealander.
Next day I had grown desperate. I was
moved to slaughter every living thing that
came within reach of my breech-loader. I
was unusually lucky, too—woodcocks,
pheasants, hares and ducks falling to my
gnn. to say nothing of a half dozen rabbits
and a long-necked heron. Towards the
afternoon I returned to the spot where I had
hung up some of the game in the morning.
I Rat down on the bank, surrounded by tbe
dogs and the slaughtered birds, and there
I read Mary's letter again, and fell to won
dering what was to be done with tho
Anglophobist who had tho honor, and did
not appear to appreciate it, of being her
father. At length I took my resolve, slung
most of nty game on a tree which I knew
how to indicate to Tim O’Lsny, went home
with the dogs, and then started over the
mountains to Mr. O’Reilly’s bouse.
1 hung about there until I saw emerge
from the place a little girl whom I recog
nized as the daughter of O’Reilly’s bailiff.
Her I laid hold of, and bade her quietly go
and tell Miss O’Reilly that some one wanted
to speak to her. Mary cante, in great agi
tation, and there and then f proposed that
if her father persisted in his mania she and
I would get married in spite of him.
“Has be any other objection to me than
my being an Englishman ?” I asked.
“None,” she said; “but that is quite in
superable. lam in despair He will never
give his consent, and I dare not do what
you ask."
But she did. all the sam?, although it took
me two or three days, with half a dozen in
terviews, to persuade her. I had to make
arrangements with my relatives in London ;
I had to coax my mother in writing a letter
to her, saying that Mary ronld come direct
to her house ; I had then to go to London
and arrange with an elderly official person
in the neighborhood of a certain church, and
finally I hurried across again to Ireland. I
confess that I almost repented of the project
when I saw the distress the poor girl was in.
“But then,” sbe urged, while she was still
struggling to restrain her tears, “when he
knows we are married, then be will give up
his prejudice against the Englishman.”
"1 don’t know,” said I; “but if he gives
up his prejudices against me—so far as to
make friends with you, well and good.”
It was only a week or two after this that
one evening Mary and I sat on the balcony
of a hotel at Konigswinter. overlooking the
Rhine. We were married, and were on our
wedding tour ; but tbe quietness and love
liness of the surroundings of Konigswinter
had kept us chuined there for several days,
and we were in no burry to depart. Besides,
we bad wrilteu tor letters and daily expected
them.
A gentleman stepped out from the nolle a
manger, and approached that "portion of the
bulcony where we were sitting. Mary turned
her head slightly, and tbep uttered a little
scream. I stai ted up at once, aud was con
fronted Mr. O’Reilly.
“Now,” said 1 to inyrelf, “we are going to
iptve a scene, and it will be better to have it
a short aud a switt one.”
“Me boy," said Mr. O'Reilly, “give me
your band ! Did I say ye were an English
man? Divil a stupider word did 1 utter,
aud that's the truth 1 Divil an Englishman
bad ivsr the courage to carry ofi hia sweet
heart in the way ye did ;‘ and it’s raoighty
pleased 1 am wid ye—and proud of ye, my
boy ; and here, Molly, my girl, conte and
kiss your ould futber !”
Tbe next momeut Mr. O’Reilly had turned
to me, with a wink, to say that he had
brought “d foine dhrap o’ the craythur with
him, just to make ail matters straight atone
us.”
Atmospheric air is so heavy that its
weight upon the body is fifteen pounds to
tbe square inch. People can understand
now why it is to bard to ruise tbe wind.
The small boy may get chilled going
6wimnting in there early days, but he gets
warmed up when be goes home and bis
mother finds bis sbirt wrong side ont.
The Missouri farmers are reported to be
driving posts into tbe ground to bang to
when tbe cyclones come.
“Thbre is no place like Chicago, ’’ says a
Chicago paper. That ta so, and a deuced
iucky thing it is, too.
The recent cyclone in Kansas was quite
popular—many persous were really carried
away with it.
Beaks passes for gold in Africa—anu, by ]
the wav, it does here, too.
ORIGIN OF THE MOSS ROSE.
t he impel of the flowers one day
Beneath a rose-tree sleeping lay ;
That spirit, Vo w hose charge js given
'To bathe\ortng buds irt dews from beaten.
Awaking iron* his light fUJtnsf,
The angel whispered to the Rose,
‘ O fondest object of my care!
ill fairest found where all are fair,
For the sweet shad* thoifst given to mb
Ask what thou wilt, ’tis pranled thee.”
‘Then,” said the Rose, with deepened^low,
■ On me another grace bestow.'’
The spirit paused in silent thought ;
What grace was there that flower bad not ?
’Twas but a moment; o’er the Rose
A veil of moss the angel throws,
And, robed ; n nature’s simplest weed.
Could there a flower that Rose exceed ?
—B reek's Bonk of Flowers.
A Sanguinary Hattie.
A painter had lowered hi* scaffold to the
fourth story windows and found himseit in
close proximity Jo a window in the ndjoining
tenement house, from which was looking ont
a rosy cheeked Irish girl, who, as Milton said,
was
“A danghter fair,
So buxom, blithe and debonair.”
“My darling 1” Raid the painter, looking at
her with a loving glance.
‘ tiit out wid ye, ye ould ape I” indignantly
exclaimed the girl, as she disappeared from
the window.
The painter “smelt a rat,” and got. He
was tbe boss of tbe job, so he hastily went
through a window and sent another painter
out on the scaffold, while he took the inside
job.
A moment later a fiery red head, with
flashing eyes, ap|>eared at the window where
the girl had been. It was the girl’s mother.
“Phat tbe divil ure yez aither ?’’ she yelled
at tbe astonished painter. “Take that, ye
ould spalpeen,” ns she reached out with a
broom and knocked bis cap oil.
“Wbnt the devil ails you, old gal?” sail}
the indignant painter, snatching at his cap as
it jlid off the scaffold.
“Ould gal. am 1 ? Divil take ye; I’ll be
taehing yez betther manners.”
“Wet in and let me alone ; I’ve a right to
paint this building. I’m not troubling you.”
“Not throubling me, ye ould divil, is it ?
Phat ure yez afther talking to me Mary Ann
for ?”
“Who in thunder is your Mary Ann ? I’ve
not seen her.”
“Och, ye ould liar; spaking to her and
culling her yer own darlint, and saying ye
niver saw her. Faith and I’ll have Pat af
ther ye.”
“Och, begorra, an’ its mrsilf that’ll slather
him!” exclaimed Pat as he appeared at the
window. And then the reui battle began.
'I he painter dodged a beer bottle that Pat
threw, and in return nicely lasutd his brush
of red paint over Pat’s right eye.
“Howly Moses, he’s murdbered ye, Pdt 1”
said the old woman, as sbe saw the sanguin
ary streaks running down Pat’s face.
“Aisy now, ould woman, I'm not mur
thered; I'm good for the divil of a niud
scraper yit; and with that assurance the old
woman opened the next round by planting a
ladle of soft soap over the painter’s mouth,
which he fully repaid at a gold value by
hurling hie bucket of red paint through the
window, where it distributed itself over tbe
ceDter table und curpet.
After that tbe engagement became so hot
that it was not easy to classify the imple
ments of war. Potatoes, brooms, bottles
und everything convenient were hurled by
the enraged Mary Aon, while the painter
had good success with his buckets of greeu
ami while paint, und at last resorted to bis
backet of saod, and every time a lace was
seen at the window he filled eyes, mouth,
nose aud ears with the little siltiug particles
uutil sweet peace brooded over tbe scene.
Aa the still evening caute ou, Pat and tbe
old woman sat iu tbe room listening to the
grating sand as the eyelids moved, and it
seemed so much like the seashore that it was
appropriate for Pat to remark :
“Phat are the wild waves saying, Mary
Ann, begorra ?’’
Are the Polar Regions Habit
able-? Am****W
At tl* reception given the other dny by
the San Francisco Academy of Sciences to
the members of the Bennett Exploring Ex
pedition to tbe North Pole, Mr. Charles
Walcott Brooks discussed the questions of
the existence of an Arctic continent, and tbe
probability oi its being inhabited. If we
carefully examine, suys Mr. Brooks, the al
most universal fanfares of nil land known to
us, we find a prevailing form wherever we
turn. Each territorial area of magnitude
seems to hare an appendage trending south
ward. If we apply this rule, by turning the
North Pole of a globe toward us. we readily
see at a glance that Greenland, which is
known to us, may bear to an unknown Arc
tic continent tbe same relation that South
America does to North America, or Africa
to Europe. Hence it is perfectly logical to
infer, by the great analogy of nature, that au
Arctic continent exists beneath the North
Pole, extending three and a halt to four de
grees sooth from the northern axis ol tbe
earth. As previous Arctic expeditions have
advanced to 83 degrees 26 minutes uorth
latitude—or within 394 miles of the pole—
the distance thence to such a continent would
not exceed about 150 to 180 miles. This
intervening spac*, however, is difficult to
traverse, as it presents a very rough surlace.
If the rea, daring the height of a gale, when
waves ran mountaius high. were instantly
frozen, it would present much tbe appearance
here encountered. For ethnologists, the
quesiiou is, can an Arctic continent be in
babi'ed, should one exist! This may be
met by tbe well known fact that the latitude
of 78 degrees is about tbe point of lowest
mean temperature. Tbe earth is about 37
miles less iu diameter at tbe equator than
from pole to pole, having enlarged at one
point and flattened Bt another, because of its
revolving motioo. Now it is well known
that lower temperatures are encountered as
we asceud high altitudes, kod the depression
at the poles way, by lessening the distance
of the surlace trout tbe earth’s center, afford
a warmer temperature, which will enable tbe
bardy Esquimaux, Ainos, or some other
hyperborean race, to exist upon an Arctic
contiuent.
Moh-s are plurui, yet they often look
singular.
NEW FIRM!
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Copartnership Notice.
11l AVE this day sold a half interest in my
business to G. F. Turner, and the name
and style ol tho firm will be known in future
as Harper & Turner. R. T. HARPER.
January 9th, 1879.
W. %
We respectfully solicit a share of the pub
lie patronage, believing we can show as fine
and well assorted stock of goods as will be
fouud anywhere. Our stock of
DRY GOODS
Is complete in every particular, and includes
a fine assortment of Ladies’ Dress Goods,
Linens, Blenehings, Domestics, and Faney
Notions of all kinds.
ClotHing !
A new and elegant lot of Glothing, of every
style and quality. Gents’ Underwear a spe
cialty.
HATS AND CAPS
To suit the tastes of the masses, und at prices
thut will meet the requirements of the trade.
BOOTS AND SHOES!
Our stock of Roots and Shoes, having been
bought at a bargain in the Northern mar
kets, we can afford tosell cheap, and are pre
pared to offer extra inducements to the trade.
Furniture!
We have also a large lot of Furniture—Bed
steads, Bureaux, Wash stands, Wardrobes,
Tables, Chairs,,’ etc —which we will sell at
extremely low figures. Bed room setts a
specialty.
GROCERIES.
Special attention is called to our stock ol
Groceries, which is quite large, and com
prises every article kept iu that line.
Our stock is being constantly replenished
with Goods that are carefully selected by ex
perienced buyers, aud are bought fo _ cash
from first hands, thereby enabling us to seil to
advantage—both to ourselves and customers.
W ith all these facilities we are prepared to ex
hibit at all times a complete general stock,
and parties wishing to buy can always find
some specialties at very low prices at our
store. Give as a call.
Harper & Turner.
IhU important organ w«tghs but about th*ce
pounds, and ail the blood in a living person (about
three passes tlwOueh it at least once every
half hour, to nkve the bile and other impurities
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purgative of the bowels, and if the Liver becomes
torpid it is not separated from the blood, but car
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Sick a»d Sour Stomach, and general debility fol
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first symptoms to disappear. The cure of all bili
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breaking Hepatinh in accordance with directions.
Headache is generally cured in twenty ndnfftes,
and no disease that arises from the Liver can exist
if a fair trial is given.
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BY ALL DRUGGISTS.
Price 25 Cents and SI,OO
LUNGS
The Vitality of Consumption or Throat and
; Lung Diseases, which sweep to the grave at least
one-third of all death’s victims, arises from the
I Opium or Morphine treatment, which simply stu
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1 of Opium, Morphine or Prussic Acid, can be found
lin the Glob s F lower Cough Syrup, which has
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remaining lung. No greater wrong can be done
than to say that Consumption is incurable. The
Globs Flower Cough Syrup will cure it when
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those of other remarkable cures in our book—free
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Globe Flower Cough Syrup.
Take no Troches or Lozenges for Sore Throat,
when you can get Globe Flower Syrup at same
1 price. For tale by all Druggists
Fries 25 Cents and SI.OO
BLOCH
Grave mistakes are made in the treatment of ?11
diseases that arise from poisoti in the blood. Not
one case of Scrofula, Syphilis, White Swelling,
Ulcerous Sores and Skin Disease, in a thousand,
is treated without the use of Mercury in some form.
Mercury rots the bones, and the diseases it pro
duces are worse than any other kind of blood or
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gia or Queen’s Delight is the only medicine
upon which a hope of recovery from Scrofula, Sy
philis and Mercurial diseases in all stages, can be
reasonably founded, and that will cure Cancer.
£IO,OOO will be paid by the proprietors if Mercury,
or any ingredient not purely vegetable and harm
less can be found in it.
Price by all Druggists SI.OO.
Globe Flower Cough Syrup and Merrfll's
Hhpatinb for the Liver for sale by all Drug
gists in a 5 cent and £I.OO bottles.
A. F. MERRELL ft C 0 Proprietors,
* PHILADELPHIA, PA.
HEPATIKE.
GLOBE FLOWER SYRUP.
STILLINGIA.
Gullett’s Improved Cotton Gin.
Planters are respectfully invited to ex
amine this Gin before buying I will Seep
sample Gin, with Feeder, (londenser and
Gullett’s Double Revolving Cotton Press
(dispensing with a lint room,) always on band
lor exhibition. We guarantee the most per
feet satisfaction to purchasers, in every par
ticular. The price will be reduced next sea
son from $4 to $3 50 per sow on tbe Gins,
and from $1 25 to $1 on tbe Feedeis. I
refer all to the accompanying certificates ol
our cotton buyers and planters of last year,
and to tbe certificates of well known planters
who are using Gullett’s Gins, as to the extra
prices obtained tor cotton ginned on them.
J. A. BEKKS, Agent.
Griffin, Ga., March 10,1879.
Griffin, Ga., March 1,1879.
We, the undersigned, ale using theGullett
Improved Light Draft Cotton Gin The
Gin is of superior workmanship For fast
ginning, safety in running and light draft, (to
do tbe some work,) we think it has no equal;
but the most important feature is the attach
ment for opening and improving the sample.
The best cotton is improved by it so as to
briog from % to % cent, and stained and
dirty cotton from % to 1 cent per lb. more
in the Griffin market than on other Gins
(Signed) W J Bridges, T W Maoley, J T
Manley.
Griffin, Ga , May 17.1878.
To J A Becks, Agent for the Gnllett Gin
Man'f'g Co, Griffin, Ga: —At your re
quest, we, planters and dealers in cotton, give
to the public our opinion of your Gin. We
take pleasure in sayiug to all in need of new
Gins that it is now a well established fact
that cotton ginned on these Gins brings a
higher price in our market than any other,
and the Gins are growing in public favor.
Cotton giuned on them sold last season at
from to 1 cent per pound above the mar
ket price. Mr. Gullett’s attachment for im
proving tbe sample of cotton, we are satisfied,
is what be claims for it. The Gin appears
to have reached perfection in gin machinery.
(Signed) A C Sorrel, T J Brooks, R P
McWilliams, S B McWilliams, D W Pat
terson, R H Sims, T J Bloodworth.
I am also agent for the celebrated Eclipse
Portable Engine, manufactured by Frick &
Co., for tbe counties of Butta. Spalding.
Fayette and Claytou. J. A. BEEKS.
mai2B;3tn
Still
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OFFICE N? 177 V/.4 T r ST
—► CINCINNATI , o.*
L C. N L 8 i N G E R, Managfr
&£f*For sale by U. K. Wise, Hampton,
Oa. sep!3-ly.
•lob Work solicited and executed with
neatness.
Sbbsckibk for The Weekly.
Redid to $1.50!
THE
HENRY
|W4I ML'
COUNTY
WEEKLY.
PUBMSHRD KVRBY FRIDA!
AT
Hampton, Henry County, Ga.
A DEMOCRATIC PAPER, SOUND
IN PRINCIPLE AND UN ,
SWERVING FROM
PARTY LINE/
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only be maintained in tbe State by atrict
adherence to the cardinal principles of Dem*
ocracy, and unfailing courage in their sup
port, THE WEEKLY will never be found
remiss in its duty, either by departing in tbe
slightest degree from Democratic doctrines,
or failing to maintain them to their full ex*
tent at all times.
Believing it also to be a fair assumption
that a large proportion of tbe readers of
weekly newspapers see no other, special
pains will be taken to present each week,
thongh necessarily in a condensed form.
ALL THE NEWS. OF EVERY KIND,
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SUBSCRIPTION RATES.
9°* y“ r 50
Six mouths.. 75
Thiee months 4V