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VOL. IV. Advertising Kates. One square, first insertion $ 75 Rich ■ subsequent insertion 50 One square three months 5 Oft One square six months 10 00 One square twelve months... .... 15 00 Quarter column twelve months... 30 00 Half column six months 40 00 Half column twelve months 60 00 One column twelve months 100 00 ©gg’-Ten lines or less considered a square. All fractions of squares are counted as I'nll squares, NEWSPAPER DECISION^. 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 orders his paper discontin ued, he must pay all arrearages, or the pub lisher may continue to send it nntil payment is made, and collect the whole amount, whether the paper Is taken from the office or not. 3. The conrts Lave decided that refusing to take newspapers and periodicals from the postoffice, or removing and leaving them un called for, is primct facie evidence of inten tional fraud. 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