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THE WEEKLY TELEGRAPH: TOESDA Y. SEPTEMBER 4. 1883.-TWELVE PAGES.
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THE GREAT CIGAR OF THE DAY.
-Grand. Republic “Cigarros," Five Cents Each-
Oonnection with usual grades sold at 5 cents. Extensively imitated.
Don’t be deceived by corxiterfeits. “Grand Republic Cigarros” (Factory 200, New York), are the FIRST, the
ORIGINAL, and the ONLY GENUINE ALL HAVANA FILLED '‘CIGARROS.” All others are mere servile
copies of outside looks only. Outside looks are easy to imitate. „ The “nut to crack” is the “material ” Our
Cigarros are positively all Havana Long Filler with Sumatra Wrapper of highest grade, addressed to critical tastes.
That nut is too hard for the copyists. They float their poor counterfeits with larger profit to retailers, hoping to hood
wink both retailers and smokers. They know they cannot crack the nut. It dcn’t suit false teeth, and falsity is falsity,
as truth is truth. All the counterfeits have failed. “Grand Republic Cigarros” sweep all before them.
As leading and responsible manufacturers, we ask the confidence of the public in the truth of our statements.
' A ‘GENUINE SURPRISE
GRAND REPUBLIC BUFFOS,
IN
CIGARS.
4 for
Ten Cents.
A Splendid Twenty Minutes Smoke for 2 1-2 cents.
ARE combination of FINE QUALITY with astonishingly LOW PRICES.
No connection whatever with what ar <u known as “cheap cigars.”
Something that FASTIDIOUS SMOKERS ARE SURE TO APPRECIATE.
A guaranteed all Havana Long F iller Cigar, with Sumatra Wrapper of fair size, and sufficing for a FULL TWEN
TY MINUTES’ SMOKE, at a price EVEN LOWER than the usual charge for the poorest, trashiest cigar,
Of what other Cigar at the same price can such unusual claim be maintained by a leading, responsible manufac
turer ?
With facilities entirely exceptional for producing stand a high grade Cigars at prices within the reach of all, we
claim that “Buffos” are, even with us, an EXCEPTIONAL EFFORT. Beware of infringements. Their simple
looks and peculiarity of package are easily imitated. Originated and patented by
GEO. P. LIES & CO., Factory 200, 3d District, N Y.
* For Sale By All First-Class Retailers.
Wholesale Agents,
For sale l
Cigar Store,
Small, John ..
McGoirick & Co.
CAUTION TO DEALERS AND RETAILERS.
We hereby notify the Trade that we will vigorously prosecute all imitations on the
“Grand Republic Cigarros” or Buffos” as regards to style of packages. Red Seal and
veneer package. GEO. P. LIES & CO., New York.
Trv Marie Antoinette Grand Republic and Cuban Hand-Made Havana 10 cent Cigars.
cox & CORBIN,
Macon, Ga.
A CEMETERY AT LEGHORN.
How the Graves Are Decorated—A Moth-
er*. Grief.
from Chamber,' Journal.
A drive of fifteen minutes through pret
ty hedgerows, banked with nodding daisies,
brings iis to the cemetery. The road is
crowded with pedestrians, and at some
{Kiints blocked w'ith vehicles. So great,
indeed, in the confusion that special
squads of police are strung out to preserve
order, while mourned gen-tl’armes,
resplendent in plumes and clank
ing sabers, gallop about to direct
the traffic. The women’s dresses, in _ spite
ol the solemn occasion, are oi the highest
colors: the peasant girls, with their un-
eovered heads, striped petticoats and
dangling ear-rings being particularly con
spicuous. Tliere arc beggars, too, by the
■core, exhibiting mutilated limbs anil fest
ering sores, and calling loudly for alms
not often refused them. An Italian fes
tival of any kind without its beggars
would be incomplete. Where they come
from or where they go to, how they live
»nd who they are, nobody knows; but
they are the most persistent and irre
pressible class of beings to bo met
*ith in the wide world. They will
positively not take a refusal, and
this it well illustrated by the lame man,
"ho, forgetful of his infirmities, runs a
mile beside our carriage for the copper
coin we toss him, and still finds breath to
Mesa us for our charity. A t the gate stand
two of the Miserecordie, clad in their
sombre robes, shaking their poor-boxts at
the passing multitude. So weird and
silent are they that but for their eyes,
•inch peer and twinkle through the holes
cut in their hoods, they might themselves
belong to the sheeted and forgotten dead.
On every grave we see lioral decorations
*nd tributes of aflcction, brought by lov.
■ug hands. The gifts and garlands vary
"ith the station i n life of the givers; but
« far es we can see, after h long and care-
lul visit, none arc quite forgotten. On
m»ny of the tombstones are the photo
graphs of the departed, some ot them let
cunningly into the marble in neat metal
'fames, and ia uo way affected hy the ex
posure of light or storm. Here are graves
smethcred in rare exotics, while beside
stand exquisitely worked tablets in
*dk and plush and satin, scrolled with en
dearing terms. 'J here are gloomy lamps
or burning candles beside each sepulchre,
*ud the air is laden with tho sweet per-
tume of incense.
The graves of the poor have simpler
“Owen; occasionally only artificial gar
lands and little oil lamp*. On some are
‘'jdforeJ merely a handful of roe* leaves,
while on others are jam of common clay,
*>th a single bud liending to the breeze.
Un one mound is the bottom of a broken
T **e, and from it there rises a carefully
cut and prettily trimmed maize cane, the
delicate flowers being doubtless beyond the
|**ch of the humble giver. On another
heap is a little cross rudely fashioned out
, * piece of decaying wood. The size ii
luntntreiimal and the work suggestive of a
“7 s penknife; but it siieaks volumes of
'oveznd sympatdy. Indeed, the offering
the poor have a pathetic tenderness
n *i. er . 1 ? ** found in those of the rich,
ir.”’** . dickering lamps and sputter-
ihg candles, on all sides are kneeling men
,1 i W0D >*n. whispering their prayers for
~e loved ones thev may see no more. Here
****•• little lad beside his mother’s tomb,
2*®*jpg the marble headstone and think-
. n K of the dear voice hushed forever, and
‘•re a gray-haired couple are gazing at
the grave of the son who lias been taken
from them all too soon. Here is a woman
in an agony of grief over a little mound
on which the grass has not yet grown. Her
grief is pitiable to behold, and her cries
attract a sympathizing crowd, and cause
many a tear to start from eves whose foun
tains open responsive to chords struck in
nching hearts. “Blanca, my little
love,” site cried, “I am here beside
you! It is your mother, darling, who
speaks to vou, and longs to see you! The
world is dark without you, darling! Oh,
speak to me. Come back to me, my love,
my love!” Her face is swollen with the
hot tears which chose each other down
her cheeks; her lips are smeared with the
damp earth to winch she presses them.
She is but a peasant woman, this sorrow
ing mother; her hands are large and
coane and tanned by the burning sun, un
der which she labors day by day; her
hair is matted with the wind; but her
heart is pure and tender and true, and tier
tears are an index of a genuineness that
wealth can never buy.
S’mother Ocean.'
From tho Detroit Free Press.
He was on old man of sixty, and had
lived within fiftv miles of the sea all his
life without a look at that respectable
body of water. He came down to Atlantic
City 011 an excursion, accompanied by his
eon William, and a dozen of us were on
the board walk as the pair came up and
William said:
“There, father—that’s the ocean.”
“R*"’lar ocean?” inquired the old man.
“Yes.”
"Three thousand miles across?”
“Yes.”
“Bill, don’t lie to me, fir 1 won’t stand
it! Is it salty?”
“Yes, father.”
“I’ll be gosh-damed if I believe it! Bill,
you’re lying to you poor old father!”
“No, I ain’t. I’ll get you some.”
Bill borrowed one of the sand-pails from
the children and brought it back full of
water. The old man tasted of it and ex
claimed:
“Bill, you salted it to deceive me.”
"No, father; tint's just as I dipped it
up.”
“Well, where’s the icebergs?”
“There are none here, father.”
“What! Then it’s a ilurned humbug!”
“This isn’t the Arctic Ocean, father: tuis
is the Atlantic.”
“Then you’ve all lied to me! What do
I want oi the Atlantic Ocean, which is
nothing but water with salt in it. Bill,
you either pint out them icebergs or I’ll
start for home!”
William couldn’t do it, eveu when we all
lied to assist him, and the old man sat
down on the sand, braced his back against
a log and pouted for three straight hours
like a boy who had been refused sugar.
“As glares the tiger on his foes,
Hemmed in by hunters, spears and bows,
And, ere he bounds upon the ring,
Selects the object of his spring.”
So disease, in myriad forms, fastens its
fangs npoc the hnman race. Ladies who
sutler from distressing ailments peculiar to
their sex should use I>r. Pierce’s Favorite
Prescription. It is a positive cure for the
most complicated and obstinate cases of
ieucorrhea, excessive flowing, painful men
struation, unnatural suppression*, prolap.as,
or falling of the womb, weak back, “female
weakness,” auteveraion, retroversion, bear
ing down sensations, chronic congestion, in-
tlanimation and ulceration of rim womb, in
flammation, pain an.l temlernsss in ovaries,
accompanied with “internal heat.”
THE C/.AK cuumau WOOD.
Russia’s Royal Family Doing All Their Ow
Work at a Flcnlo.
From London Modern Society.
The yachting party of the Czar and his
family has been quite an idyl. The impe
rial party picnicked on an island; a boat
was filled with provisions and all require
ments for a good lunch, but no attendants
were allowed to land, the Czar and his
family having determined to enjoy them
selves al fresco and all alone. And they
actually laid the cloth, lighted the fire and
cooked the fish and made tho tea them
selves.
It must have been a grand sight to see
the Autocrat of ail the Kussias, with his
coat off, making up the fire! lie owned
nfterwards to having grown very tired
over chopping the wood, and being on his
knees trying to make it burn up; the
princesses came and had a blow at it now
and again, to encourage him, and the
Czarina busied herself meanwhile in cut
ting the bread. Ah! how good it must
have tasted, that luncheon on a little
island all to themselves, ami far from the
din of a court, the strife of politics, the
fear of conspiracies; and how loath the
parents and children alike must have been
to leave it and realize that their summer
holiday was nearly over!
The London Clny.
From “Our Earth and Its Story,’’
These and the other fossils which are
found in the London clay leave little
doubt that this notable deposit was an ac
cumulation of silt from a huge muddy
river, rolling seaward through a country
with a climate like that of Southern Bra
zil, and which imbedded in this delta, or
in the sediment which during its floods it
left on the banks, the animals which
swam in the estuary or were washed into
its current, and the fruit which
dropped from the trees on the
over-hanging bank. In short,
Kent, Surrey, Berkshire, Middlesex,
and Hampshire, were 1 in Lower Eocene
times petilontial regions covered with a
dense semi-tropical vegetation through
which crocodiles and serpents crawled and
great birds like the Gastornis klasseni of
the Croydon beds stalked, while the web-
footed Oiontopteryx toiiapicuB—one of
the last of the toothed birds—seems still to
have lingered on in the lakes or bays of
the period, struggling in unequal strife
with the crocodiles of the same localities.
Finally, all around tho shores and estua
ries of this Eocene sea, turtles of many
species crawled lazily, without any enemy
to fear.
Ilucklen’s Arnica Salve.
The Best naive In the wonl for cuts, bruises,
•ores, ulcers, salt rheum, fever sores, tetter,
chapped bauds, chilblains, corns and all skin
eruptions, ami positively cures piles, or no pay
required. It is guaranteed to give perfect satis
faction or looney refunded, Price is cents per
box. For sal* br If- J. Lamar A Son.
Of the Neuter Gender.
From the New York Evening World.
“How many genders are there?” saked
a schoolmaster.
“Three, sir,” promptly replied little blue
eyes. “Masculine, feminine and neuter.”
“Pray give me an example of each,"
said the master.
“Why, vou are masculine, because y,.ti
are a loon; and f :un feminine, because I
am a girl.”
“Very well. Proceed.”
“I don’t know.’’ said the little girl, “but
I reckon Mr. Jenkins is neuter, as he’s a.,
old bachelor.”
This great work of art and the Weekly
Teleokafh for one year will be sent to
any address on receipt of
$1.25.
The etched engraving will be sent post
age paid, to any present subscribeivto the
Weekly Ti i.’n.i: \ 11 n on receipt of jl.
This premium an exact and faithful copy
of Munkacsy’s great picture,
“Christ Before Pilate,”
which has just been sold for over one
hundred thousund dollars, is a fine etched
engraving, measuring fl’JxflS inches.
In order to bring the picture within the
reach of thousand* who cannot see or own
the original, we offer it at a nominal price
to our readers. The original picture was
painted five years years ago by the great
Hungarian Artist, Munkncsy, as the
snpreme effort of his life and art in deal
ing in the spirit of realism with a sacred
subject, anil is one of the most remarkable
slid greatest picture* ever painted. The
snbject is treated with unflinching realism.
The scene is in the “Judgment Hall,” and
the.liour “Early in the Morning.” Pilate
is. sitting at the right on his judgment seat,
1m head bent in a questioning altitude,
with Christ standing before him. A
heavenly submission is on his face, while
around the Governor’s exalted seat the
Priests are gathered and the High Priest
Caiaphas is in tiie act of accusing Christ
and demanding His death “for Announcing
himself as the Son of God.”
One con-picuous figure among the mob
is that uf a Jew shouting with them,
“Crucify Him,” with uplifted arms, in the
dense mob which throngs th» pslace and
presses upon the Homan soldier*, one of
whom is holding the crowd back with his
spear.
Below the place where Pilate sits are
the accusing Priests and other Judeans,
while the whole picture touches the popu
lar heart in a way that is simply wonder
ful. It is
The Greatest and Most Im
pressive Religious Picture
ever painted, and people of all denomina
tions should get a copy of it at once at the
low price at which h u published.
It has already been viewed by over two
million persons, and is now visited by
thousands daily.
Every family in the land should get or
send for a copy of this great nicture at
once, which will be sold or mailed to any
one, to any address, post-paid, on remit
ting the amount stated above, $1.2*5, for
the picture and the
f«»r cae year, or if ahu-adv a sul»-t rim r i
the Weekly or Daily, #1 for the picture
only. It is the beat premium ever oflered
for the money.
Addrew all ordera to
THE TELEGRAPH,
Macon, Ga.
E. VAN winkle & CO.,
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CAMPBELL & JONES.
FOR NINETEEN YEARS PAST
We have conducted the Cotton Factorage at our Warehouse,
corner of Second aud Poplar streets, Macon, Ga., aud now
at the opening of another season, once more offer our services
to planters aud shippers of cotton, pledging close personal
attention to the interests of our patrons.
Grateful to old friends and desiriug to make new ones, we
are yours truly,
CAMPBELL & JONES.
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