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TOWS DIRECTORY.
Mayor —Thomas G. Barnett.
Commissioners —W. W. rurnipseed.D. B.
Bivins, E. G. Hnrris, E. R. James.
, Ci.erk— E. G. Harris.
Treasurer —W. S. Shell.
Marshals —S. A. Belding, Marshal.
J. YV. Johnson, Deputy.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
M ethodist Episcopal Church, (South.)
Rev. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor Fourth
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3
p. m. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening.
Methodist Protestant Church. First
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 9
A. M.
Christian Church, W. S. Fears, Pastor.
Second Sabbath in each month.
Baptist Church, Rev. J. P. Lyon, Pas
tor. Third Subbath in each month.
CIVIC SOCIETIES.
Pink Grove Lodge, No. 177, F. A. M.
Stated communications, fourth Saturday in
each month.
THE
44 801 Tor
SALOON
(In rear of D. B. Bivins’,)
HAMPTON, GEORGIA,
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IS KEPT BY
CHARLIE MoOOLLUM,
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 you want good branch Corn Whiskey,
go to the Bon Ton.
If you want Peach Brandy, from one to
five years old, call at the Bon Ton.
If you want good Gin go the Bon Ton and
get a drink at 5 cents or a dime, just as yoj
want it.
If you want a good smoke go to the Bon
Ton and get a free cigar.
loe always on hand at the 800 Ton.
Nice Lemon Drinks always on band at the
Bon Tun.
NOT THE LARGEST, BUT THE
BESI SELECTED STOCK OF
LIQUORS IN TOWN.
I have jost opened my Saloon and am de
termined to make it a success. .
Fair dealiug and prompt attention to all.
Call and see, call and sample, Call and price,
before buying elsewhere.
CIIARLIE McCOLLEM.
aug22;6m
LOVE AT SEA.
\\ T e are in Love's Lund to-day ;
Where shall we go ?
Love, shall we stmt to stiay,
Or row away ?
There’s many a wind and way,
And never a May but May ;
We are in Love’s Land 10-day
We are in Love’s Land to-day.
Our land-wind is the breath
Of sorrows kissed to death
And joys that were ;
Onr ballast js a rose,
Our way lies where God knows
And love knows where —
We are in Love’s Land to-day.
Our seamen are fledged loves,
Our masts are bills of doves,
Our decks fine gold ;
Our ropes are dead maids’ hair,
Our stores ate love shafts fair
And manifold—
We are in Love’s Land to-day.
Where shall we land you, sweet?
On fields of strange men’s feet,
Or fields "Dear home ?
Or where the fire-flowers blow,
Or where the flowers of snow
Or floweis of foam ?
We are in Love’s Land to- day.
Land me, she says, where love
Shows but one shaft, one dove,
One heart, one hand.
A shore like that, my dear,
Lies where no man will steer—
No maiden land.
Swinburne.
Deacon Griuder’s Experiment.
BY K. B. W.
“I hope the children haven’t been any
trouble to you, Miss Peck?” said Deacon
Grinder, as his one-horse chaise drew up on
the green in front of Miss Pbilena Peck's
house.
Miss Peck harried out, all smiles, to greet
the portly widower
‘■The little darlings!” cried she effusively.
‘ Trouble, indeed ! YY’hy, Deacon, how you
talk! It’s a positive pleasure lo have them
here. I should like to keep them a week.”
The deacon smiled and shook his head.
“That would be a little too much,” said
he. “Come, children, jump into the wagon.”
And the tbrre apple-cheeked little Grind
ers—two girls and a boy—were kissed and
hugged, and lifted into the wagon by the
beaming spinster.
“I shall be so lonely when they are gone,”
she said. “I do so dole on children! Re
member, darling, that the gooseberries will
be ripe next week, and your own Peck will
be only too happy to see you again.”
The widow Clapp came hurrying out as
the chaise rattled by, with a tin pail in her
hand.
“Dear me, Deacon Grinder," said she,
“you are always in a harry. Do stop a
minute, can’t you ? Here’s a pail of our
new honey in the comb. I know the dar
lings will like it on their bread and butter of
an evening. When are they coming to spend
the day with me ? I declare, Josie is grow
ing to be a perfect beauty !”
“Tut, tut, tut, Mrs. Clapp!” said the
deacon, his face shining all over with satis
faction. ‘Handsome is that handsome does.’
That’s my motto.”
“And nobody can’t do handsomer than my
little Joe,” said Mrs. Clapp. “And there’s
Tommy grown as handsome as you ; drop
into tea some evening this week ”
The deacon had hardly gnided bis old
horse around the corner of the village green
when Miss Barbara Bowyer tripped out of
a millinery store.
“I do hope you’ll excuse me, Deacon
Grinder,” said she, with all the pretty con
fusion which naturally belongs to a maiden
of six-and-thirty summers, “but I was so
edified with your be-yu-tiful remarks io
prayer-meeting Monday night that I couldn’t
help setting myself to work to thiok what I
could do for you. And here’s a collar I’ve
stitched for dear Tommy, and a handkerchief
I’ve embroidered for Josie, and a doll I’ve
taken the liberty to dress for Dorothy. O,
dou’t thank me, pray. It ain’t DOthing
compared to the peace of mind I got listen
ing to your precious remarks.”
But Naomi Poole, sitting at her needle
work, by the old red farm house window,
had only a smile and a nod for the party as
they drove by.
“Papa,” said Josie, who was a shrewd,
sallow-faced child of eleven, “don’t Miss
Poole love us as well as Miss Peck and
Mrs. Clapp and Miss Barbara Bowyer?”
“I hope so, my child.” said the lienigo
deacon. “Why do you ask the question ? ’
“Because she never gives us anything,”
said Josie.
“She is poor, child—she is poor,” said the
HAMPTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 1879.
deacon. "But lam sure you all have her
good wishes ”
“I’d rather have honey,” said Tonntnv.
“And gooseberries and dolls,” added little
Dnrnthv.
But when the deacon sat alone by his
hearthstone that evenintr, hi* sister, Miss
Mihnla Ann Grinder, expressed herself on
the subject with groat plaiuness and per
spicacity.
“If you’ve really made up your mind to
marry again,” said she—
“l think it would add to my domestic
felicity,” said the dfneon, serenely.
“In that rase.” said Miss Mahala Ann, “I
do hope you’ll make a sensible choice, and
not allow yourself to be imposed upon by a
pack of selfish widows and scheming old
maids.
“Sister,” said the deacon mildly, “you are
severe.”
“No I ain’t,” paid Mahala Ann. “If you
wasn’t well-to do in the world, and hadn’t a
nice home and farm and money at interest,
they wouldn’t none of them look twice at
yon. ”
“Do yon think so?” said the deacon, nnd
he pondered the question long and earnestly
in his own mind. “Upon the whole,” said
he, bringing down his palm upon the table,
“1 ain’t sorry that those investments of mine
in the Mariposa Silver Mining Company
have proved a failure.”
“What do you mean?” said Miss Mahala
Ann, curiously eyeing him ovei the top of
her spectacles.
But the deucon only shook his head and
smiled.
“Time will show,” said he, “time will
show.”
The news that Deacon Grinder was
wrecked in Mariposa silver mining stock
flew like wild-fire through the peaceful com
munity at Fitcbville Four Corners.
“Well,” said Miss Phileoa Peck, “I am
beat.”
“He never had no judgment in money
mutters,” said the Widow Clapp.
“I’ve thought all along that be was living
too fast,” said Barbara Bowyer.
“Those poor little children! What is to
become of them?” said Naomi Poole, wist
fully.
The next day the deacon made his appear
ance at Miss Peck’s homestead, pale and
rather shabby, with a child in euch hand
and one following him.
“Miss Peck,” said be, “1 supposeyou have
heard the news ?”
“Yes,” said Miss Peck, looking vinegar
and tack nails. “If it’s your failure as you
mean. ”
“I think of going to California,” said the
deacon, “to see what I can do, and if, iu the
meantime, you could be induced to give my
children a home —”
“0, dear, no I” said Miss Peck. “I never
could get along with a pack of children ! I
dare say you can find some orphan asylum
or place of that sort, by inquiring around a
little.”
Miss Peek sat so veiy upright, and glared
so frightfully out of her light blue eyes at
the deacoo, that be was fain to beat a
retreat as sooo as possible.
He knocked next at the Widow Clapp’s
door A slipshod servant-maid opened it.
“Is Mrs. Clapp at home ?” he asked.
A head was thrust over the stair-railing,
and the widow’s shrill voice cried out :
“Is that Josiah Grinder with his swarm of
young ones? Tell him I'm particular en
gaged. Do you hear Betsey—particular.”
Miss Barbara Bowyer was arranging
trimmed hats and rolls of bright-colored
ribboo in her bow-window as the deacoD
and little ones entered the shop.
“Miss Bowyer,” said tne deacon, “you
were ever a genial and charitable soul. It
is to you I trust to make a borne for my
motherless little ones, while I endeavor lo
retrieve my lost fortunes in the far West.”
“I couldn’t think of such a thing,” said
Miss Barbara, dropping a box of artificial
rose-bnds in her consternation. “And I
really think, Deacon Grinder, that you
haven’t no business to expect it of me ! It’s
all I can do to support myself, let alone a
pack of unruly children. I dare say the
poor-house master could do something lor
them, or—”
"I thank yon,” said the deacon, with
dignity. “I shall trouble neither you nor
him.”
“Well,” said MiBS Bowyer, with a toss of
her head, “you needn’t fly in a rage because
a neighbor offers you a bit of good advice 1"
But Naomi Poole ran out to tbe little
garden gate as the forlorD deacon weot by.
“Deacon Grinder,” hesitated she, turning
rose red bdJ white by turn 3, “is this true?
"About my Mariposa investment? Yes."
“And that you are going to California?”
“I am talkirg of it,” said tbe deacoo.
“Would—could you let me take care of
the little ones while you arc goncT.said
Naomi, tenderly drawing little Dolly to her
side. “I am very fond of little children, nnd
I would take the best care of them. And
you have been so kind to mother and me,
Deacon Grinder, that we should feel it a
privilege to be able to do something for
you.”
And poor, soft-hearted little Naomi burst
out crying There was a moisture on the
deacon’s eyelashes, too.
‘‘God hlesa you, Naomi!” said he. “You
are a good girl—a very good girl.”
******
“Ain’t it true?" said Philena Peck.
“Well,” said Mrs. Mopsley, “it fs, and it
ain’t. He did lose what he invested in them
Mariposa mines, but it was only a thousand ;
and 'he rest of his money’s all tight nnd safe
in United States bonds and solid real estate.”
“Bless me!" said Barbara Bowyer.
“Well, I never!” said the Widow Clapp,
with a diseomfitted countenance.
“And,” went on Mrs. Mopsley, with evi
dent relish in the consternation she wns
causing, “they are building a new wing to
the house, and ho is to be married to Naomi
Poole in ihe fall.”
“A child like that!” said Mrs Clapp.
“With no experience whatever!” said
Barbara Bowyer, scornfully.
“I hope lie won’t repent of his bargain,”
said Miss Philena Peek.
And Miss Philena’s charitable hopes were
fulfilled. The deacon never did repent of
his bargain.
The Terrors of the Gorge.
A newspaper correspondent has been ex
ploring the gorge below the Niagara Fails,
and relates his experience in the following
manner: The terrors of the gorge below
the Fulls are known to but few. Indeed,
the foot of man scarcely ever treads this
infernal region, where almost perpendicular
walls rise on each side of the verge of the
river from 270 to 3CO feet in height. Here
the continued crumbling of the rocks has
formed a precipitous pathway In places on
the river's edge ; elsewhere one must cling
to devices in the rock, to jutting: crags or
otherwise, to get along. A party of four of
us made a survey of the interior of this
car.on from Lewiston to Suspension Bridge.
With great difficulty we clambered along.
It was a fesrfu! yet exciting exploration.
At times the river would rise suddenly, some
ten or even fifteen feet, as if a great dam
above had broken, causing a hasty retreat of
the parties np the sides of the canon. From
points above rocks and stones frequently
fell, causing lively apprehension, and, to add
to the catalogue of embarrassments, an
occasional rattlesnake attempted to retard
our progress, and one of them wns killed,
and his rattles preserved iu commemoiutmn
of the event. Getting into the canon at
Lewiston was comparatively easy, bat
making one’s way out was nnother thing.
Nearly a mile below Deveaux College, which
is situated half a mile norih of Suspension
Bridge, the possibility of making our way
along the river’s edge ceased. Night was
just approaching, and it was a day's hard
work, nearly, to make Lewiston. Above,
the rocks towered nearly three hundred feet.
We had the alternative of remaining in this
abode of terrors over night, and returning to
Lewiston the following day, or of fighting an
almost impossible passage to the steps lead
ing down from the college. We determined
to accept the latter. After an hour’s climb
we made our way to within one hundred
feet of the top, where just a narrow ridge,
formed by the crumbled debris, seemed to
extend. We followed this perhaps half a
mile, when it came to an abrupt termination.
Several rod 9 beyond was a broad pathway
leading up to the college, but in the interval
only the bare walls of rock, almot perpen
dicular from tbe top to the rushing water,
two hundred and seventy feet below,met the
despairing gaze of onr party. Just above
our heads was a crevice in the rocks which
seemed to cross tbe intervening space. With
almost certain doom staring us directly in
the face, we determined to try and cross by
standing tip-toe in the crevice atpl climbing
to the jottings of tbe rocks. Tbe various
implements of the party were divided up, a
heavy theodolite falling to your correspond
ent, which was strapped on his back. The
tallest clambered up tbe crevice first, the
others assisting and following, and the writer
getting up last. Then began a peiilons
struggle to reach the pathway IreyooJ. All
arrived there safely, when your correspond
ent, with tbe heavy burden on bis back, was
but midwav across Here a sharp rock just
at the height of the breast impeded the way.
In attempting to get around this the boot
failed to find a resting-place. The heavy
instrument was pulling me off my balance.
The fingers were losing their slender hold;
one hundred feet above was the calm safe
world, one hundred uud seventy feet below
Urn roar L-j A bfi ’ rf
off ami was going down, a mst came mer
the eyes, when my foot caught on a friend' r
gooseberry bush and u hand suddenly
graspid my back and drew me around to a
safe standing place. In a moment more ti e
pathway was reached and tbe safety of all
insured, but never will the frightful scene
leave the Renees. One of the party saw the
danger and rescued the participant, or else
the gooseberry bush was the saving means—
I have never understood which.
Love.
‘Oh, happy state! when souls each other
draw,
When love ip liberty, und nature law ;
All then is full, possessing und possess’d,—
No craving void left aching in the breast ;
Even thought meets thought ere from the
lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from
the heart ”
Love, one of the strongest passions of the
human heart, is a power that has no set
bounds. As a conqueror it out-vies all
other powers. When it predominates over
every other impulse or passion it is all
powerful. It is the lever that moves every
difficulty out of the way—equalizes the most
stubborn impediments ami brings into sub
ordination the proudest ami most arrogant
heights. “Like Death, it levels all ranks,
ami lays the shepherd’s crook beside the
scepter.” 'Love is Ihe beacori star of hope
in all things, the life that vitui : z".s our pow
ers for good, brings into captivity every in
ordinate passion and places our feet in the
path they should tread. Love roo'ed in Ihe
heart sends out its tendrils in every direction
—clasps in its embrace the good, the pure,
the holy and the divine. Supplant* every
vice, destroys every foreign element, sweeps
und garnishes the soul's habitation for the
indwelling ol angelic beauty.
Love which brings ns nigh to God und
heaven is love of the purest kind, of the
highest and most brilliant powers.
Love which endearß to each other the
mother and child is love beyond expression.
Love which takes within its grasp friend
ship’s highest honors is a love that smoothes
the pathway of life and makes our pilgrim
age here more pleasant.
But there is another love—a love whose
powers we may have feb, tasted its sweet
ness, and yielded to its fascinating influence*,
yet we wili not —because we cannot—anuhze
its properties. It is a mystical, intuitive
quality of the human heart entirely beyond
the powers of description or illustration. It
is that love which hlends in blissful unity
young hearts of the different sexes. By the
powers of this giant, love for the parental
home is dethroned, the son goes out from
dear ones—a sister’s influence and love is
sweet, but he leaves her —the daughter bids
farewell to u mother’s tender cure—led by
another hand she goes out lo battle with the
vicissitudes of life in that new found world
where conjugal love is tbo sun that illumes
the pathway of hope and whence come
looked for joys, superior to all other, and
without alloy.
When two hearts are cemented together
by the holy ties of uff ction, there love finds
an altar from whence daily incense arises
heavenward to meet and mingle with the
offerings of love above. In the morning of
life love is the sweet cup around which fond
hearts in ecstatic delight linger and drink
deep draughts of bliss, preparatory for the
onward journey. At noon love spreads (he
banquet-table with blessings rich and rare—
the feast of joy and peace nerves the guests
for after years of pilgrimage—hand in hand
and heart beating in nnisou to heart, the
vibrations of which permeate throughout
the whole realm of the kingdom of home,
the love-sanctified couple live and march 00.
In the evemngs of life love is still glorious;
like the beauties of the setting sun, it lights
up tbe horizon with magnificent splendor.
Oh! the inestimable value of such love—
pure as the crystal waters, warm as the fires
that burn upon heavenly altars, aod as
enduiing as eternity—for dare we say such
love ends at death ?
A Dutchman. the proprietor of a Colo
rado line of stages, was collecting #2 apiece
from the passengers, by way of fare. All
had paid except one, and he, drawing a
large revolver, pointed it at tbe collector and
hoarsely asked: “Won’t that pass me?
Perfectly unmoved the Dutchman said :
"Oh no ;we eats dem tings here. Two toi
lers, please.”
“Boy, don’t you know any better than to
be loitering around the streets in this way
on this beautiful Sabbath day ?” Said a Suu
day school teacher on his way to Lis Bible
ciass. "Oh, my eye, 1 guess I do, sir ; I’m
a goim’ fiebin’ j st as soon as tbe other fel
lows come along,” exclaimed ihe young hope
ful.
Which- is the most contemptuous bird?
mu.. .-I • Ki- t.nnn - Wl luc
A Modem Xi>ul.
'l'lie Lmly Alice sal in her boudoir en
robed in a bright brocade of a jmbnire pat
tern. Stic was wnitmg the appearance of
her lover. Augustus Fi'znoodle. The! bell
rings. Lady Alice starts from lier chair,
presses her hand In her heart, and murmurs:
“ Tis he. He comes ; he comes” Bbe
would have said a good deal more if Uier
false teeth hadn’t dropped downward alid
compelled her to shut her month. j
The servant enters. He makes a bofo.
and says : “A gentleman awaits your pleas-y
ure.” ? i- *
Lady Alice, having stuck the teeth to her
upper jaw with her brother Jim’s lust cud
of chewing gum, replied :
‘•Let him enter.”
The door flies open and a tall form ap
pears. It rushes forward. I.ady Alice
shudders and gasps : “ Tis not Augus
tus. ”
The form bows and the lips speak :
“Fair ladv, the fame of your beauty re
sounds throughout the land, snd I bavo
traveled many miles and from far distant
countries to g>ze upon your face and inform
your ladyship that l inn agent for the
best corn extractor, pimple eradicator and
freckle exterminator ever offered the public,
and at the low price of tPn cents a box
three for a quarter, or 16 for a dollar, and
a beautiful chromo thrown in.”
[lt is needless to continue this tale, Au
gustus appears and saves the Lady Alice,
and in her delight the Liidy Alice is willing
to give herself to Augustus, but Augustus
sarcastically replica that so good a deed
as he has done doesn’t deserve to be pun
ished in this manner, and the curtain falls.]
Oil City Dei rick
A Smart lloy.
It is said there is a boy in Concord, New
Hampshire, who can repeat the multiplica
tion table backwards, and be is only nine
years old
We know that hoy. We were never in
Concord, but we know bim. We lived next
door to that boy when we were a boy, and
it is not so long ago blit that we lemem
ber hijn distinctly. He always went to bed
at eight o’clock and had a slight cough.
Ho brushed his hair back ol his ears, and
carried a store handkerchief, and when be
played marbles it was to win. He always
got home from school before we did, and
employed the interval in detailing to bis
mother the “bolting” that boy next door
was getting. And indeed we were getting
it, but there was no special Interest lor other
folks. He was the model boy, the boy onr
parents heed to point to, and speak of, in
mingled admiration and regret, while un
fitting us for anything harder than a poultice,
fie never ran away from school, Dor stole
money, but ho u'-ed to throw mud on old
people when they wern’t looking,’ »nd un
selfishly throw the credit on us. And then
see that boy come around into our yard with
jam on his bread. That was the last feather
—that was the climax to all the sorrows our
young hearts knew. We could have will
ingly forgiven everything el-e, but that jam
upset us. It went right into our heart of
hearts, and it rankles threyet. It wot ns
into the house bawling for jam, and getting
it, bat not on our bread. We remember
that with ghastly distinctness— Hawkeye.
Eftkot cr Floqukkor—A story is told
to the effect that Rufus Choate once moved
u client to shed tears. The man, who wus
on trial for some ollensc, listened to the elo
quent plea until overcome. He said, weep
ing, to a friend : “I didn't know I was such
an injured man.”
A similar efl cl is said to have been pro
duced on a horse-thief, by the eloquence of
Governor 8 , of North Carolina. At
the trial the Governor made such a touching
address that the jury acquitted the prisouer.
“Jem," said an old acquaintance, after the
prisoner had oeoo discharged, “there’s no
danger now; but didn’t you steal that
horse?”
“Well,” replied Jem, “I’ve all along
thought 1 took that horse, but since I beard
the Governor’s speech, I don’t believe I
did.”
Wrong influence of this kind is sore to
react on the person using it. Sincerity is
the only thing that ultimately wins confi
dence. Abraham Lincoln declared that he
had never accepted a case in whose justice
he did not himself believe.
Is love the virtuous woman, when pru
dent to say so, says no ; the passionate says
yes ; the copricous yes and ho ; the coquette
neither yes nor wo. A coquette is. a rose
from whom every lover plucks a leaf; the
thorns remam for the future husband. she
is compared to trnder which catches sparks
but does not always succeed iu lighting a
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