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TOWN DIRECTORY.
Mayor— Thomas G. Harnett.
Commission was—W. W. I’urnipseed, D. R.
Bivins, E. G. Harris, E. R. James.
Clerk —E. G. Harris.
Treasurer —W. fi. Shell.
Marshals —S. A. Belding, Marshal.
J. VV. Johnson,Deputy.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
Methodist Episcopal Church, (South.)
Rev. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor Four ih
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3
p. ii. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening.
Methodist Protestant Church. First
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 9
JL. M.
.Christian, Qhubch, W, S. Fears, Pastor.
Seoend Sabbath in each month.
Baptist Church, Rev. J. P. Lyon, Pas
tor. Third Sabbath in each month.
CIVIC SOCIETIES.
Pike Grove Lodge, No. 177. F. A. M
Stated communications, fourth Saturday in
each month.
THE
*lOl Tor
SALOON
p (In rear of D. B. Birins’,)
HAMPTON, GEORGIA,
IS KEPT BY
CHARLIE MCCOLLUM,
And is open from 4 o’clock in the morning
until 10 o'clock at night,
Good liquors of all Grades
And at prices to suit everybody.
If yon want good branch Corn Whiskey,
go to the Bon Ton.
If yon want Peach Brandy, from one to
fire years old, call at the Bod Ton.
If yon want good Gin go the Bon Ton and
got a drink at 5 cents or a dime, jrai -s yon
want it.
It yon want a good smoke go to the Bon
Ton and get a free cigar.
Ico always on hand at the Bod Ton.
Nice Lemon Drinks always on hand at the
Bon Ton.
NOT THE LARGEST, BUT THE
BESI SELECTED STUCK OF
LIQUORS IN TOWN.
1 have just opened my Saloon and am de
termined to make it a success.
Fair dealing and prompt attention to all.
Call and see, call and sample, call aud price,
before buying elsewhere.
THE RIVER OF LIFE.
The more we live more brief appear
Our life’s succeeding stages ;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.
The gladsome current of our youth,
Ere pnssion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.
But as the careworn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow’s shafts By thicker,
Ye stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker ?
When joys have lost their bloom and breath,
And life itself is vup d,
Why, as we near the Falls of Death,
Feel we its tide more rapid ?
It may be strange, ret who would change
Time’s course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone
And left our la sums bleeding ?
Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleerness;
And these of youth a seeming length
Propoitioned to their sweetness.
Thomas Campbell.
Parsou Noble’s Donation.
“I'm real glad you’ve come, Miss Purdy ! ’
exclaimed Miss Betsey Marvin, opeuing .he
door to the village dress-maker. “I’ve been
expecting you fur this three weeks. My
alapaea is gelt in’ so lusty I'm most ashamed
to wear it. When’d you git home?”
“Last night,” answered the little woman,
shaking out the folds of the large figured
delaine before her.
‘Then you haven’t heaid the news, maybe
—about Parson Noble’s leavin’ us, bev
you?” asked Miss Betsey, with an air of
mysterious importance.
“Not a word except wbat I saw in the
newspapers. You see I’ve been over to
Florence, sewing, for three months ; Cousin
Maria’s youngest daughter was married last
Tuesday, flow will you have your dress
cut, Miss Marvin ?”
“You don’t say ! Well I never! What
luck she does bev marrying of! her girls!
Cut it polyuase, Miss Purdy, aud don’t get
it too long behind—it’s a dreadful sin to
Waste cloth so, I thii k. Well, I’m glad you
didn’t hear it from Sophia Jackman—she
has such a habit of coloring things so. Now
I al’ays tell a straightforward story, and let
folks touch it up to suit themselves. llow
did you like Parson Noble, what you heard
of him, Miss Purdy ?”
“He always put me in mind of those men
that St. Paul tells about, ‘of whom the
world is not worthy,’ ” answered the dress
maker, measuring Miss Marviu’s plump waist
with her tape-measure.
*‘oh, well! I s’pose most people was
pleased with him at first; maybe you’ll
change your mind when yon hear about the
donation. I can’t say but what he has a
pleasing way with him, but I always thought
he was a little loose in his doctrine. I mis
trusted from the first that like as not he
wouldn’t stay long. Somehow his preach
ing wan’t strong enough—there wau’t theol
ogy enough about it."
“Possibly not,” remarked Miss Purdy,
basting up the lining, “but it seemed to me
he preached the same gospel that Jesus
Christ preached —the gospe! ol love—and
that was good enough for me.”
“Do you think he was very spiritual ?''
asked Miss Betsey, waiving the contested
point. “He’s been seen more’n a dozen times
sliding down Dragon bill with the boys on
their double rippers—as them call ’em.
What do you think of that?”
“I think most likely he enjoyed it, and
I’m sure the boys did. I never saw a man
have such a faculty for making everybody
happy aronnd him—it was really wonderful.”
Miss Marvin laughed a low laugh which
had in it neither mirth nor music.
“It’s a real pity to spoil your good opin'on
of him,” she said, “aod I hate to do it, but I
s’pose somebody else will tell you if I don’t.
When be came here, you know, they prom
ised him S7OO salary, but the times is bard
and everything is cheap, and they thought,
mebbe, thTs year he’d be satisfied with six.
Nobody but him and his wife, you see
Seems to me §7OO and the parsonage is a
monstrous price—wbat do you think ?”
“I suppose they have to have food and
clothes, Miss Marvin ; in fact, I had an idea
that ministers were bumao.”
“I begin to think so myself, Miss Purdy,
dreadfully human,” sighed Miss Betsey.
“Well, as I was saying, they went to him—
the committee did—and kindly asked him if
he’d take six hundred this year, as money
was so scarce, and what do you thick be
said r
“I haveu't the siit?hte&* '
HAMPTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1879.
live on S7OO, and thought he ought to b<
making some p;ovlsicn for the future now.
if ever. Mrs. {Jhapin said she thought that
was distrustin’ providence, and that’s the
way I look at it. Hnsu’t the Lord promised
to provide ? Didn’t he feed Elijah and the
children of Israel? And 1 calculate if min
isters is faithful the Lord will take care of
’em when they’re too old to preneb.”
“Well, what did the committee do then ?”
inquired the dress-maker.
“It made a sight of talk, I can tell yon ;
some was fur lettin' the parson go, but
Deacon Simons got real riled up ; he said
he ‘didn’t blame the minister one mite; be
thought they ought to raise his salary instead
of lowerin’ it, and he’d be willin’ to give
sso.’ The deacon meant well, but he’s a
dreadful unreasonable man when he giis his
dander up ; but Squire Lyman he put him
down at once : be said ‘it was a poor plan
to let ministers hev their way, and if they
should give Parson Noble Seven hundred
this year, he’d be askin’ for eight hundred
next, maybe.’ Then the deacon got up aod
says he, ‘l'd like to ask Squire Lyman if he
could live on six bundled!’ That was a
real tender pint, and the deacon knew it, for
Sue Lyman told 'round that her father gave i
her five hundred a year fur her clothes and
to travel with, and they kept two girls, and
a man to take care of the horses, but the
Squire only paid ten dollars ministers tax
. last year—but then ’twon't do to git Squire
Lyman mad, fur he’s worth more’n a half
dozen like Deacon Simons. So Justin Mar
vin made a motion to raise six hundred dol
lars and give the minister a donation to make
up the other hundred.
“That kinder pacified all round, and they
agreed to meet at the vestry the next Thurs
day evening and give the minister and Ii is
wife a lousing donation and surprise party.
They took pains to invite everybody, old
and young, and when Thursday evening
came there was a big crowd I can tell you.
Squire Lyman gave the word to start, and
just as we got to the door we all commenced
to sing, ‘Praise God from whom all bless
ings flow.’
“The minister and his wife both came to
the door, and they did look surprised enough,
but somehow they didu't look so cheerful as
you would expect. But they was dreadfully
surprised ; they didn’t even think to ask us
in; hut we didn’t wait for an invitation,
but kept crowdin’ in, and the minister and
his wife kept backin’ back ’till the house
was full, up stairs and down. Squire
Lyman’s wife and me and some others went
out into the kitchen to look after the
victuals and other things that was donated ;
and such a sight as 'twas.
“Deacon Bates brought a bushel of pota
toes, and Squire Lyman a peck of onions.
Levi Norse brought a hull keg of pork ; to
be sure Parson Noble or his wife never eat
any, but then it showed Mr, Norse’s good
will. Then Mrs. Prentis brought them a
cliromo of a bareheaded girl pickin’ flowers.
You see Mr. Noble preached a sermon one
Sunday about folks making home attractive
for the children—said they ought to have
books and pictures «nd all such things. I
s’pose Mrs. Prentis thought ’twould please
him, and I think she was very thoughtful—
don’t you? Somebody brought a nice Bible.
Bibles, you know, are always appropriate to
give to a minister.”
“I should think a minister was the last
person who would need a Bible,” interrupted
Miss Purdy. Miss Betsey did not notice the
interruption, but continued :
“Then there was a peck of apples and
some soft soap, four loaves of bread, a pan
of doughnuts, two loaves of cake, a couple
of mince-pies, and a loaf of gingerbread—
that I made myself. The victuals, of course,
was for refreshments, for everybody expects
something to eat at a donation party. But
there was one thing it did seem as if every
body had agreed upon, for I should think
that everybody that came must have bronght
a few links of sausages—such a pile of ’em
—we just sat down and laughed ; we couldn't
help it when we saw ’em.
“Of course we helped ourselves to tea and
sugar and such little things—we knew Mis.
Noble would be glad to furnish ’em ; then
nobody thought to bring any preserves. So
we called Mrs. Noble out and asked her
what we should do about it. She said she
had a jar of quince sauce we might have
Mrs- Pierce dished it out, and she said it
wouldn’t go half round ; she asked me if she
hadn’t better get two or three cans open ;
but I told her ’twonld make more trouble,
and ’twasa’t no matter if the children didn’t
have any. So we made it go as far as
’twould ; but it did look kinder stingy ”
“Well, I never beard of anything equal to
that f" cried Miss Purdy, slashing away at
that sleeve, and 1 didn’t get but nine yards;
'twon’t do to waste any. Well, ns I was
saying, we s’po-ed everybody had had some
thing when Mrs. Lyman came ont and said
there hadn’t been a thing passed in the li
brary. So we hunted ’round and found a
loaf of bread, a couple of loaves of cocoanut
cube, and some pies that Mrs. Noble had
batted up for a company. You see she was
expecting a minister to stay over Sunday.
Twas real fortunate, for she might not have
had anything in the house but for that; and
she had all the next day to hake in, so we
thought it wouldn’t do no hurt to take it.
Mrs. Jones said that she found a pan of
seed-cakes afterward that Mrs. Noble had
hid away. VVc felt real worked op about it*
children think so much of seed-cakes, you
know ; and Mrs. Jones said that she thought
it looked pretty small when we was givin’
’em such a donation. But maybe’t was just
as well, for some of the boys threw cake at
each other, nnd it got trod into the carpet at
times, and T don’t believe in having things
wasted. Use up the pieces if yon can, Miss
Purdy, and leave the hull piece for new
sleeves.
“There was one thing I was smprised to
hoar; the children got to fooling up-stairs
and knocked over a pitcher of water, aod
broke it ; ’twas a pity, for it belonged to a
chamber set Mrs. Noble had given her when
she was marr ed, and was painted by hand.
And Mrs. Adams said when Mrs. Noble
heard of it she looked real mad. Buch an
example to set before children—and a minis
ter's wife, too! Children will be children,
you know, Miss Purdy.”
“The place for children is at home even
ings, I think,” said the dressmaker, sharply.
“Well, I dunno ns ’twas any worse than
what Mr. Lum did; he was leaning on the
fernery and the glass broke in a minute. But
then, accidents will happen, and ’twas differ
ent, being a donation party.”
“Of course,” acquiesced the little dress
maker.
“Then it was real funny," continued Mists
Betsey, “the way they worked It. You see
the minister’s folks go home real early—by
9, certain, and I reckon they thought we
should follow their example, but law sakes
'twue 11 before we got through with refresh*
meets, and”—
“Then you had all the dishes to wash,”
pat in Mrs. Purdy.
“Bless you 1 Miss Purdy, you s’pose we
washed them dishes 1 Why, there wa’n’t a
clean dish in the house, and besides, Mrs.
Noble Had all the next day to wash ’em in.
'Twould have taken us half the night, and
of course she didn’t expect it. But as I was
saying, they kept staying, and it was past
midnight before they ull got away.
“Well, the next Sunday we ull thought
the pastor would have an extra sermon, aud
make some acknowledgment of the donation
besides, and of course everybody went to
meeting. I started early, and stopped for
Melissa Jones on my way When we got
most there, Melissa stopped sudden and says
she, ‘What on earth is the matter ?’ ‘ Why ?’
says I—l’d been talkin’ and hadn’t noticed
anything. ‘Don’t yon see,’ says phe. ‘that
everybody stops and looks at the parsonage,
as il something was the matter ?’ ‘Sure
enough,’ says I, ‘it can’t be there’s crape on
the door.’ Well, we harried along, uod
what do you think we saw festooned the hull
leng'h of the pi ixza, a glistening in the sun ?
What, indeed, but sarsages—link on link 1”
“Is it possible ?’’ exclaimed the dress
maker, shaking ail over with laughter. “I
beg your pardon, Miss Betsey, bat I can’t
help laughiDg j it is 100 funny.’'
“ ’Twant anything laughable. Miss Purdy j
everybody was as indignant as could be. Of
course ’twas done just to insult us. Parson
Noble’s sermon might have been in Greek
that day for ail the good it done anybody.”
“A nd he asked for permission to resign,
did he?” asked Mis 3 Purdy.
“Yes, he die, aud got it, too, by a unani
mous vote. And what do you s’pose he
told Mr. Ileywood? He told him he con
sidered ‘two donations equal to one fire.’
And mat's the hull story, Miss Purdy
What do you think of Parson Noble now ?
I think we’re well rid of him, but I tell you
my faith in ministers is dreadfully shaken.”
He had an auburn-haired girl and prom
ised to take her out riding. She met him
at the door as he drove up, and he exclaimed,
“Hello 1 Ready ?" She misunderstood him,
and they don’t speak now. Thus
makes another slap at love’s young dream.
“Jane,” said a fond husband, “I think if
you lilted your feet away from the fire, wa
might have some heat in the room.” And
they hadn’t been married two years either.
The saddest words i_ tli*-
llow tlie Foot of a Southern
Railv Compares with that of
a Yankee Lady.
A Sun reporter dropped into a Blecker
sheet shoe store on Friday evening and saw
Mr. Charles Wolf, a clerk, sell an exquisite
pair of gaiters to a handsome girl.
“What is the la gest size of gaiters that
that you ever sold to a ludy?” we asked.
“The largest was n pair of nines,” Mr.
Wolf replied. “Two sisters—and very
pretty girls they ure—live not far from here.
Oue wears eights and the other nines ”
“How do their hands compare with their
feet ?” was the next question.
“Their hands looked as though they re
quired a gentleman’s kid gloves,” said Mr.
Wolf “But they were faultless in shape,
and Imd the sweetest pink nails that I ever
saw ou a baud.” He smiled as he again re
ferred to their feet. “The oldest sister,” he
continued,“tried hard to squeeze on a pair of
eights, but without success. Finally she
gave me an order to make a pair of -nines,
and they really look well on her feet. You
wouldn't think they were nines to look at
them 1"
“Were the girls Americans?”
“No,” Mr. Wolf answered. “They are
rosy-cheeked Irish girls.”
“What is the smallest size of gaiters sold ?’’
we asked.
“Number ones,” Mr. Wolf responded.
“They were bought by a married lady living
in Vlacdougull street, and they were actually
a little too large."
“Do you sell many number ones?”
• More ones than eights,” said Mr. Wolf.
“I have been in the business over fifteen
years, and I find that the majority of those
who wear ones are Southern and Spauish
ladies.”
“What is the difference between the foot
of a Southern lady and the foot of a Yankee
woman?’’ we inquired.
“The diflerence is the same as the differ
ence between tho foot of a Southern tu«<s
and a Yankee,’’ Mr. Wolf replied. “South
ern feet ore narrow, and bowed in the mid
dle, giving them u very high instep. 'Hie
Yankee foot is spread at the toes, and has
more surlt.ee. You, for instance, have a
genuine Yankeet foot. The distance from
bunion to bunion—l beg pardoo, from the
joint of the big toe to the joint of the litllb
toe—is much greater than that of a South
ern foot. There is much grace about tho
foot of a Yankee lady, but it lacks the sup
pleness of a Southern foot. Its merits are
its exquisite shupe, small heel, and strength.
Compare the walk of a Southern woman
with a Yankee woman. The Yankee lady
has short, springy steps. The little heel first
catches the sidewalk, and the gaiters sound
like the click of a telegraph instrument. The
Southern woman walks languidly, and makes
long steps. The feet make the difference.
Let a Yankee girl attempt the step of a
Sonthern lady, and she would turn her ankle
There is otdy one woman in the North
whoso foot will compare with the Southern
foot.”
“Name her,” said the reporter.
“The Jersey woman,” said Mr. Wolf.
“The true Jersey woman has a foot on a par
with that of a Kentucky belle. 4 can't
imagine where she gets it, but she has it.
One would think that the deoendants of the
Aquackenonck Dutch ought to have splay
feet, but it is not so.”
'‘Nambersof the Aquackenonck Dutch
married among the French Huguenot fam
ilies of Staten Islurvl.” the reporter re
marked. “Isn’t it possible that the mixture
of the blood may have something to do with
the size of the feet ?”
“That’s so,” replied Mr. Wolf. “I never
thought of that. One thing is oertain. I
never saw a prettier foot than tha foot of the
blue-blooded Jersey woman. They would
go into a salt cellar. It’s worth a trip to
Jersey just to look at the feet of the wo
men.”
“How do the feet of the Jersey men com
pare with them ?”
“Good Lord,” exclaimed Mr. Wolf.
“Don’t talk about it. The real Jersey man
has a foot like a griddle. Put a brick in a
glove box, and it would lay clean over the
foot of a Jersey man. If there is any one
man iQ this world whose foot is uglier than
that of any other one man in this world, that
man is a Jersey man.”
Here a customer entered the store, and
Mr. Wolf turned liis back upon the reporter
and concentrated his powerful mind upou a
new subject — New \<»k Sun.
A man who declarid himself to be in
toxicated with otusic was considered air-»
tight.
No one has thus far, in this age of inno-
To Keep Up a Town.
1. Sell your building lots at reasonable
prices
2. If you can aftord to do so, donate a
building lot for some large building enter
prise, and thereby enhance the vulue of town
property.
3. Induce men to locate in your own
town.
4. Patronize the business men of your
own town.
5. Always sum up your expenses when
you visit places outside your own town to
buy goods.
6 Speak well of worthy public enter
prises.
7. I f anything should be undertaken that
may be of benefit to the town, do not speak
ill of it to others because you happen to be
prejudiced against it.
8. Speak well to strangers of your town
and its people.
9. If you have nny surplus money do not
invest it in far of! speculations, but give
yourself and your town the benefit of it by
establishing some profitable factory.
10. Kncouruge your local newspaper by
subscribing for, advertising ia and paying
for it.
TO Kll.l, A TOWN.
1. Put up no more buildings than you can
occupy yourself.
2. II you should have an empty bailding
to rent, alwuy* demand three times its value.
3 Look sorrowful, belittle and insult
eveiy newcomer ; give the cold shoulder to
and underrate every mechanic and profes
sional man who desires to come among you.
4. Go abroad for your goods and wares.
By no means purchase from your own mer
chants and manufacturers even at the same
price or less.
5 Finally give a thorough finish to your
work by working against your local paper,
Demean everybody connected with it; refuse
to subscribe to or advertise in it, so that
persons living at a distance will not know
that any business is being done in your town,
or they may want to come and settle among
you, or buy something from you, and that
will give you trouble
Tbe Vigorous L«u«n»|e of Gen
eral Porreif.
The Cincinnati Tunes, In reporting thd
poker playing conversation of General Bed
ford Forrest, quotes him as saying, “I sat
there.” The woid “sat,” unless the other,
•‘verbum," preceded it, was not In Forrest's
vocabulary. He always said sot —“I sot
thar.” He would tolerate no corruption of
the mother tongue. By the way, thTe are
two “r’s” in the patronymic. Forrest, when
in pursuit of Slreight, and telling of it after
ward, said that be “cum acrost a young
woman who told me about the Yankees, and
1 didn’t have time to stop, so I retched dowD,
tuk her up and ‘sot’ her behind me, and ufj
l rid along she told me all about it.”
Another illustratioo of Forrest's oapaoity
to me the most vigorous king’s English is
discovered in an order he wrote in penoil qq
the pommel of hi 3 saddle the day he cap
tured Murfreesboro. It is as follows :
Col. Starnes —Fetch up the battery dam
’em give ’em hell.
N. B. Forrest, Gen’).
Yet the man who used these words, and
never heard of a free sohoal till after the
war, was the greatest strategist and most
skillful general in planning campaigns, and
could induce cowards to doughtier valor
than any product of the lute war.
The State Fair Triok.— Soon after
breakfast, Tuesday morning, a negro wbc
was crossiog the Campus Martins was halted
by a run-down white man with a bad kink
in his left eye, and asked if be intended to
visit the State Fair during the week,
“Yes, sab—lae “wine up dar at least fa
times,” was the reply.
“Boy, are you up to snuff?” whispered the
stranger.
“Well, sah, I knows a trick or two.”
'“Good—l thought you did. Now, thcD 4
I want ten cents to get a driok, and I’ll tell
you how yon can make your way through
any of the gates without the least trouble.”
“Wouldn't I be cotohed ?”
“Not a bit of it. I’ll warrant you to ga
through without a word, and I ouly want
ten cents for telling you how. I wouldn't
give it away to anybody but a sharp, keen
man like you."
v WelL 1 ’ll take dat ia,” said the negro as.
be banded over the dime. “Now, den, how
kiu I pass de gates?”
The while man put bis mouth close to the
other’s ess and replied,:
‘ Pay Vm fifty cents !”
It would have been a pretty even fight,,
NO. 14