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SUN! AY MABOt* 29 18-5
The annul l ' nan appointed i> com
mittee to inform Cue president thet
it is ready to adjourn, unless bi hut
more commuuioutions to submit to
it.
A New York cotton seed oil mat
was tn Macon a day or eo ait c>, to
buy 10,000,000 bushele of cotton seed
Hia purpose is to ship to Europe o
be converted into olive oil. Os course
a large part of it will come back at d
pay for the dcororng.
Govkbnob McDaniel was expects.
back to Atlanta from New Orleans
on Friday. H and his party enjoved
their trip very much, and wen in
duced to spend a day longer than
they expected. Georgia had a tine
delegation at the exposition, thou {h
she did not jinvest much money In
getting it up.
Some of the republican papers are
making quite a fuss over the propo
sition to let various senate commit
tees sit during the summer and
autumn recess with the secretary, to
collect valuable information for use
at the next session. They complain
at the expensejand think retrench
ment should be commenced -t once.
The war current in China set in
against the f'rench the orther day.
They attacked the French and cap
tured a line of Forte at Dong Dang
The French shot away their amuni
tlon and had to retire to their inner
works. If the Chinese thrash out the
French, and the Arabs whale out ths
English, what will become of that
world? Christian officers and Chris
tian war tools should not serve those
heathens.
The Methodist clergy of Atlants
have entered their protest against
the having of a “charity ball.” They
objeet to dancing as against the
rules and discipline of the church
They are right in their position, bu
they will have to draw the line?
tighter upon the “fashionable” and
"society” life of their membership
than they have been doing - not onlj
in Atlanta, but all over the country—
to give any right to their
action.
The Constitution is calling atten
tion to Atlanta as a"sutnmer resort.”
Mr. John B.Hood and Mr.W. Tecum
seh Sherman and their friends made
it a place of resort in 1864, and our
recollection is that neither party, or
their friends, liksd it. There was
something in the atmosphere in that
year that made it unhealthy as well
as unp easant; and besides, there
were sounds so disagreeable and
pervading, it was often difficult to
sleep. But those things have passed
away, and all things thereabout new
become.
Maoon has raised by subscription
the required $10,500 to insure the
holding of the state fair there this
fall. But without having any inter
est in the question we will presum
to suggest to the execurive offi e p,
that their fair will not be a success
it they shut down on printers ink as
they did last year. A’L such enter
prises must learn that newpaper pub
lishers don’t care a copper for such
things beyond what they get for ad
vertising them. And why should
they? The average publisher enjoys
just as good health and much of life,
it nobody goes to these fairs, as they
do when they are crowded by thou
sands. We only suggest for future
thought, .
A teab or two ago, when the public
ear was hardly prepared.for the state
ment. Col. M. E.Tbornton drew upon
himself much criticism and some
abuse for stating in his paper, tnen
published in Atlanta, that real estate
in that city was rated greatly too
high, and predicted the early prick
ing of the bubble and a general col
lapse of the “boom.” Many things
have taken placejn Atlanta since to
affect real estate and other property,
favorably as well as unfavorably, but
tne idea that the houses and lots in
that city have been rated too high, is
now publicly conceded by Col. Geo.
W. Adair, who has handled more city
property there than any other half
dozen men in the town. He thinks
It at least 25 per cent, too high, and
sees now what Ool.Thornton saw two
years ago. That is a difference be
tween "foresights” and“hitidsightß.”
Ool.Thornton had the "foresights.”
Col. Adair he “hindsights.” Wheth
er the prescience of Col. Thornton
was worth money to him or not, we
do not know, ncr do we know
whether Col. Adair’s slower process
of arriving at the same fact made or
lost him money; but it ail shows
that time will reveal truth in i's
flight.
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Lord Wolsley on Correspondents.
'Wolfdey’s Soldier's
Newspaper correspondtents, ano
all that class of drones are an in
cumbrance to an army. They eat
the rations of fighting men and do not
work at all. Without saying eo di
rectly you can lead your army to be
lieve anything, and as a rule in all
civilized nations, will very soon be
creditited by the enemy, having
reached him by the rules or through
the medium of these newly invented
curses to armies—l mean the news
paper correspondents.
You can see more
Novelties and late
styles in Neckwear
and Handkerchiefs
at Thornton’s than
elsewhere-
Talmage’s Sermon.
THE BOUNDLESS LOVE OF GOB FOR
HIS CHILDREN.
Brooklyn, Mandi 22.—After an ab-
S' nce of two weeks, during which time
ho spoke in some thirteen cities of the
West. Dr. Talmage relumed to his
pulpit in the Brooklyn Tabernacle
to-day. Before the sermon he pro
pounded some consolatory passages
of Scripture. The opening hymn was :
“Come ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.”
The subject ofthesermon was “ i’he
mother of Us All,” and the text was
from Isaiah Ixvi, 33 : “As one whom
his mother comforteth so will I com
fort yon.” Dr. Talmage said :
The Bible is a warm letter of affec
ition from a parent to a child, and yet
there are many who see chiefly the
severer passages. As there may be
fifty or sixty nights of gentle dew in
one summer that will not cause as
much remark as one hail-storm of
halt an hour, so there are those who
are more struck by those passages of
the Bible that announce the indigna-1
tion of God than by those that an
nounce His affection. There may
come to a household twenty or fifty,
letters of affection during the year,
and they will not make as much ex-1
citement in that home as one sheriff’s
writ ; and so there are people who are
more attentive to those passages which
announce the wrath of God than to
those which announce His mercy and
His favor. God is a Lion, John says
in the Book of Revelation. God isa
Breaker, Micah announces in his
prophecy. God is a Hock. God is a
King. But hear also that
GOD IS LOVE.
A father and his child are walking
in the fields on a summer’s day, and
there comes up a thunderstorm, and
there is a flash of lightning that star
tles the child and the father says:
“My dear, that is God’s eye.” There
comes a peal of thunder and the
father says : “My dear, that is God’s
voice.” But the clouds go off the
skv and the storm is gone and light
floods the heavens and floods the
landscape, and the father forgets to
say: “That is God's smile.” The
text bends with great gentleness and
love over all who are prostrate in sin
and trouble. It lights up with com
passion. It melts with tenderness.
It breathes upon us the hush of an
eternal lullaby, for it announces that
God is our. mother, “As one whom
his mother comforteth, so will I com
fort you.”
I remark, in the first place, that
God has a mother's simplicity of in
struction. A father does not know
how to teach a child the A, B, C. Men
are not skillful in the primary depart
ment, but a mother has so much pa
tience that she will toll a child for the
hundreth time the difference between
F and G and between I and J. Some
times it is bv blocks ; sometimes by
the worsted work ; sometimes by the
slate; sometimes by the book. She
thus teaches the child and has no
awkwardness of condescension in so
doing. So God. our mother, stoops
down to our infantile minds. Though
we are told a thing a thousand times,
and we do not understand it, our
heavenly mother goes on, line upon
line, precept upon precept, here a. lit
tle and there a little. God has been
teaching some of us thirty years and
some of us sixty years, one word of
one syllable, and we do not know it ye,
f-a-i-t-h. faith. When we come to
that word we stumble, we halt, we
lose our place, we pronounce it wrong.
Still God’s patience is not exhausted.
God, our mother, puts us in
THE SCHOOL OF PROSPERITY
and the letters are in sunshine and
we cannot spell them. God puts us
in the school of adversity and the let
ters are black and we cannot spell
them. IfGod were merely a king. He
would punish us ; if He were simply a
father. He would whip us : but God is
a mother and so we are borne with
and helped all the way through. A
mother teaches her child chiefly by
pictures. If she wants to set forth to
her child the hideousness of a quar
relsome spirit, instead of giving a lec
tore on the subject, she turns to a leaf
and shows the child two boys in a
wrangle and says: “Does not that
look horrible?” If she wants to teach
her child the awfulness of war, she
turns over the picture-book and shows
the war charger, the headless trunks
of butchered men, the wild, agoniz
ing. bloodshot eye of battle rolling
under lids oi flame, and she says:
“This is war!” The child under
stands it. In a great many books the
best part are the pictures. The style
may be insipid, the type poor, but a
picture always attracts a child’s at
tention. Now God. our mother
teaches us almost everything by pic
tures. Is the divine goodness to be
set forth? How does God, our mother,
teach us? By an autumnal picture.
The barns are full. The wheatstacks
are rounded. The cattle are chewing
the cud lazily in the sun. The orchards
are dropping the ripe pippins into the
lap of the farmer. The natural world,
that has been busy all summer, seems
now to be resting in great abundance.
We look at the picture and say:
“Thou crownest the year with thy
goodness and thy paths drop fatness.”
Our family comes around the break
fast table. It has been a. very cold
night, but the children are all bright
because they slept under thick cover
lids, and they are now in the warm
blast of the open register, and their
appetites make luxuries out of the
plainest fare, and we look at the pic
ture and say, “Bless the Lord, O my
soul!”
God wishes to set forth the fact that
in thejudgment the good will be di
vided from the wicked. How is it
done?
by a picture;
by a parable —a fishing scene. A
group of hardy men. long-bearded,
geared for standing to the waist in
water; sleeves rolled up; long oar sun
gilt; boat battered as though it had
been a playmate of the storm; a full
net, thumping about with the fish,
which have just discovered their cap
tivity, the worthless moss-bunkers and
the useful flounders all in the same
net. The fisherman puts his hand
down amid the squirming fins, takes
out the moss-bunkers and throws
them into the water, and gathers the
good fish into the pail. So says
Christ, it shall be at the end of the
world. The bad he will cast away
and the good he will keep.
Another picture. God, our mother,
| wanted to set forth the duty ofneigh
j boily love, and it is done by a picture.
A heap of wounds on the road to Jer
icho. A traveler has been fighting a
robber. The robber slabbed him and
knocked him down. Two ministers
come along. They look at the poor
fellow but do not help him. A trav
eler comes along—a Samaritan. He
says “Whoa” to the beast he is riding,
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and dismounts. He examines the
wounds; he takes out some wine and
with it washes the wounds, and then
he takes some oil and puts that in to
make the wounds slop smarting; and
then he tears off a piece of his own
garment for a bandage; then lie helps
the wounded man upon the beast and
walks by the side,.holding him on
until they came to a tavern. Ilesays
to the landlord: “Here is money to
pay the man’s board for two days;
take care of him; if it costs anything
more, charge it to me and I will pay
it.” Picture —The Good Samaritan,
or who’s your neighbor?
Does God, our mother, want to set
forth what a foolish thing it is to go
away from the right and how glad
divine mercy is to take hack the wan
derer? How is its done? By n pic
ture. A good father. Large farm
with fat sheep and oxen. Fine house
with exquisite wardrobe. Discon
tented boy. Goes away. Sharps
fleece him. Feeds hogs. Gets home
sick. Starts back. Sees an old man
running. It is father? 'i’he hand.
' torn of the husks, gets a. ring. The
foot, inflamed and bleeding, gets a
Sandal. The bare shoulder, showingi
through the tatters, gets a robe. The ;
i stomach, gnawing itself with hunger. ;
I gets a full platter smoking with meat, i
The father cannot eat for looking at |
the returned adventurer. Tears run
ning down the face until they come
to a smile —the night dew melting in
to the morning. No work on the farm [
that day; for when a bad boy repents
and comes back, promising to do bet
ter, God knows that it is enough for
one day. “And they began to be
merry.” Picture —Prodigal Son re
turned from the wilderness.”
So God, our mother, teaches ns
everything by pictures.
The sinner is a lost sheep. Jesus
is the bridegroom; the useless man a
barren fig tree. The gospel is a great
supper, Satan, a sower of tares.
Truth, a mustard seed. That which
we could not have understood in the
abstract statement, of God, our
mother, presents to us in this Bible
album of pictures, God-engraved. Is
not the divine maternity ever thus
teaching us?
I remark again, that God has a
mother’s favoritism. A father some
times shows a favoritism. Here is a
boy—strong, well, of high forehead
and quick intellect. The father says:
“I will take that boy into my office
yet,” or, “I will give him the very
best possible education.” There are
instances where, for the culture of the
one boy, all the others have been
robbed. A sad favoritism, but that is
not the mother’s favorite. I will tell
you her favorite. There is a child
who, at the age of two years, had a
tall. He has never got over it. The
scarlet fever muffled his hearing. He
is not what he once was. That child
has caused the mother more anxious
nights than all the other children.
The last thing she. does when going
out of the house is to give a charge in
regard to him. The first thing on
coming in is to ask in regard to him.
Why, the children of the family all
know that he is the favorite, and says:
“Mother, you let him do just as he
pleases, and yon give him a groat
many things which you do not give
us. He is your favorite." The
mother smiles. She knows it is so.
So he ought to be; for if there is any
one in the world who needs sympa
thy more than another it is an invalid
child, weary on the first mile of life’s
journey, carrying an aching head, a
weak side, an irritated lung. So the
mother ought to make him a favorite.
God. our '.liother, has favorites.
“Whom the Lord ioveth He chasten
eth.” That is, one whom he es
pecially loves He chasteneth. God
loves us all; but is there one weak,
and sick, and sore, and wounded, and
suffering, and faint? That is the one
who lies nearest an I more perpetually
on
the great, loving heart of god.
Why, it never coughs, but our moth
er, God, hears it. It never stirs a
weary limb in the bed but our
mother, God. knows of it. There is
no such a watcher as God. The best
nurse may be overborne by .fatigue
and fall asleep in the chair; but God,
our mother, after being up a year of
nights with a suffering child, never
slumbers, nor sleeps.
“Oh,” says one, “I cannot under
stand all that about affliction. A re
finer of silver once explained it to a
Chiistian lady, “1 put the silver in
the fire and I keep refining it and try
ing it till I can see my face in it, and
I then take it out.” Just so it is that
God keeps his dear children in the
furnace till the divine image may
be seen in them: then they'are taken
out of the fire. "Well," says some
one, “If that is the way that God
treats his favorites, I do not want to
be a favorite.” There is a barren field
on an autumn day just wanting to be
let alone. There is a bang at the bars
and a rattle of whiffletrees and clevi
ses. The field says: "What is tiie
farmer going to do with me now?”
The farmer puts the plow in the
ground, shouts to the horses, the
coulter goes tearing through the sod
and the furrow reaches from fence to
fence. Next day there is a bang at
the bars and a rattle of whiffletrees
again. The field says: “I wonder
what the farmer is going to do now?”
The farmer hitches the horses to the
harrow and it goes bounding and
tearing across the. field. Next day
there is a rattle at the bars again, and
tjje field says: “What is the farmer
going to do now?” He walks bravely
across the field, scattering seeds as he
walks. After awhile a cloud comes.
The field says: “What, more
trouble!” It begins to rain. After
awhile the wind changes to the north
east and it begins to snow. Says the
field: “Is it not enough that I have
been torn and trampled upon and
drowned? Must I now be snowed un
der?” After awhile spring comes out
of the gates of the South and warmth
and gladness come with it. A green
scarf bandages the gash of the wheat
field and the July morning drops a
crown of gold on the head of the
grain, “Oh,” says the field, “now I
know the use of the plow, of the har
row, of the heavy foot, of the shower
and of the snowstorm. It is well
enough to be trodden and tramped
and drowned and snowed under if in
the end I can yield such a glorious
harvest.” "He that goeth forth and
weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall
doubtless come again with rejoicing,
bringing his sheaves with him.”
When I see God especially busy in
troublingand trying a Christian know
I that out of that Christian’s character
there is to come some especial good.
A quarryman into the ex
cavation, and with strong-handed
machinery
BORES INTO THE ROCK.
The rock says: “What do you do that
for?” He puts power in; he lights a
fuse. There is a thundering crash.
The rock says: “Why, the whole
mountain is going to pieces,’’ The
crowbar is plunged; the rock is drag
ged out. After awhile it is taken into
the artist’s studio. It savs: “Well,
now I have got to a good; warin, com
fortable place at last.” But the sculp
tor takes the chisel and mallet, and
he digs forthe eyes ami he cuts for the
mouth and he bores for the ear and
he rubs it. with sand-paper, until the
rock says: “When will this torture
be ended’.’' A sheet is thrown over
it. It stands in darkness. Alter
awhile it is taken out. The covering
is removed. It stands in the sunlight
in the presence often thousand ap
plauding people as they greet the
statue of the poet or the prince or the
conquer >r. “Ah,” says the stone,
“now I nndeistand it. lam a great
deal b tier .ifl'now standingas astatue
of a conqueror than 1 would have been
down in the quarry.” So God finds
anendown in the quarry of ignor
ance and sin. Howto get hini up?
He must be bored and blasted and
cli'B ■ d and scoured and stand some
times in the dari<ness. But after
awhile the mantle of affliction will fall
off and his soul will be greeted by the
one hundred and forty and four thou
sand and the thousands of thousands
as more than conqueror. () my
friends, God, our mother is just as
kind in our iliictions as in our pros
perities. God never touches us but
for our good. If a field clean and cul
tured is better ofl than a barren field,
land if a stone that has become a
statue is better off than the marble in
the quarry, then that soul that God
chastens may be his favorite. Oh. the
rocking of the soul is not the rocking of
an earthquake, but the rocking of
God’scradle. “Asonewhomhis moth
er comforteth, so will I comfort you.”
I have been told that the pearl in an
oyster is merely the result of a wound j
or a sickness inflicted upon it, and 11
do not know but that the brightest
gems of heaven will be found to have
been the wounds of earth kindled into i
the jeweled brightness of eternal
glory.
I remark that God has a mother’s
capacity for
ATTENDING TO LITTLE HURTS.
The father is shocked at the broken
bone of the child or at the sickness
that sets the cradle on fire with fever,
but it takes the mother to sympathize
with all the little ailments and little
bruises of the child. If the child
have a splinter in its hand it wants
the mother to take it out, and not the
lather. The father says, “Oh, that is
nothing;” but the mother knows it is
something, and that a little hurt
sometimes is a very great hurt. So
with God, our mother; all our annoy
ances are important enough to look
at and sympathize with. Nothing
with God is something. There are no
ciphers in God’s arithmetic. And if
we were only good enough of sight we
could see as much through a micro
scope as through a telescope. Those
things that may be impalpable and
infinitesimal to us may be pro
nounced and infinite to God. A
mathematical points is defined as hav
ing no parts, no magnitude. It is so
small you cannot imagine it and yet
a mathematical point may be a start
ing point for great eternity. God’s sur
veyors carry a very long chain. A
<cale may be very delicate that can
weigh a grain, but God’s scale is so
delicate that lie can weigh with it that
which is so small that a grain is a
million times heavier. When John
Kitto, a poor boy on a back street of
Plymouth, cut his foot with a piece of
glass, God bound it up so successfully
that he became the great Christian
geographer and a commentator known
among all nations So every wound
of the soul, however insignificant,
God is willing to bind up. As at the
first cry of the child the mother rushes
to kiss the wound, so God, our mother
takes the smallest wound of the heart
and presses it to the lips of divine
sympathy. “As one whomliis mother
comforteth, so will I comfort you.”
I remark further that God has a
mother's patience for the erring. If
one does wrong, first his associates in
life cast him off; if he goes on in the
wrung way, his business partner casts
him off; if he goes on his best friends
cast him ofl'—his father casts him off.
But after all others have cast him off,
where does he go? Who holds no
grudge ami forgives the last time as
well as the first.
WHO SITS BY THE MURDERER’S COUNSEL
all through th long trial? Who tar
ries the longest at the windows of a
culprit's cell? Who, when all others
think ill of a man, keeps on thinking
well of him? It is his mother. God
bless her gray hairs, if she be still
alive, and bless her grave if she be
gone: and bless the rocking-chair in
which she used to sit and bless the
cradle that she used to rock and bless
the Bible she used to read! So God,
our mother, has patience for all the
erring. After everybody else has cast
a man off, God, our mother, comes to
the rescue. God leaps to take charge
of a bad case. After nil the other
doctors have got through the heaven
ly physician comes in. Human sym
pathy at such a time does not amount
to much. Even the sympathy of the
Church, I am sorry to say, often does
not amount to much. I have seen
the most harsh and bitter treatment
on the part of those who professed
faith in Christ toward those who were
wavering and erring. They tried on
the Wanderer sarcasm and billings
gate ami caricature and they tried tit
tle-tattle. There was one thing they
did not try, and that was forgiveness.
A soldier in England was brought by
a sergeant to the colonel. “What,”
says the colonel, “bringing the man
here again! We have tried every
thing with him.” • “Oh, no,” says
the sergeant, “there is one thingyou
have not tried. I would like you to
try that.” i’VVhat is that?’ ’ said the
colonel. Said the man, “Forgive
ness.” The case had not gone so far
but that it might take that turn, and
so the colonel said: “Well, young
man, you have done so and so. What
is your excuse?” “1 have no excuse,
but lam very sorry, said the man.
“We have made up our minds to for
give you,” said the colonel. The
tears started. He had never been ac
costed in that way before. His life was
reformed, and that was the starting
point fora positively Christian life.
0 Church of God, quit your sarcasm
when a man falls! Quit jyour irony,
quit your tittle-tattle and try forgive
ness. God, your mother, tries it all
the time. A man s sin ipny be like a
continent, but God’s forgiveness is
like the Atlantic, and Pacific Oceans,
bounding it on both sides.
The Bible often talks about
god’s hand.
I wonder how it looks. You remem
ber distinctly how your mother’s hand
looked, though thirty years ago it
withered away. It was different from
your father’s hand. When you were
to be chastised you had rather have
mother punish you than father. I*
did not hurt so much. And fither’s
hand was different from mother’s
partly because it had outdoor toil and
partly because God intended it to be
different. The knuckles were more 5
firmly set and the palm was cal
loused. But mother’s hand was more I
delicate. There were blue veins run
ning through the back of it. Though
the fingers, some of them, were picked
with a needle, the palm of it was very
soft. Was there ever a poultice like
that to take the pain out of a wound?
So God’s hand is a mother's hand.
What it touches it heals. If it smite '
you it does not hurt as if it were;
another hand. O you poor wander-1
ing soul in sin! Il is not a bahff’s
hand that seizes you to-day. It is not
a hard hand It is notan unsym-j
pat hi tic ha ml. 11 is not a cold hand.
Il is not an enemy’s hand. No; it is
a. gentle hand, a loving hand, a sym-i
pathetic hand, a soft hand, amother’s
hand. “As one whom his mother!
comforteth, so wil 1 I comfort men.” ;
I want to say, finally, that God has
a mother’s way of putting a child to
sleep. Yon know there is no cradle
song like a. mother’s. After the ex
citement of the evening it is almost
impossible to get the child to sleep,
li the rocking-chair stop a moment,
the eyes are wide open; but the
mother’s patience and the mother’s
soothing manner keep on until, after
awhile, the angel of slumber put his
wing over the pillow. Well, my dear
brothers and sisters in Christ, the
time will come when we will be want
ing to be put to sleep.
THE DAY OF OUR LIFE
will be done and the shadows of the
night of death will be gathering
around us. Then we want God to
soothe us, hush us to sleep. Let the
music at our going not be the dirge
of the organ, or the knell of the
I church tower, or the drumming of a
I “dead march,” but let it be the hush
'ofa mother's lullaby. Oh, the cradle
■ of the grave will be soft with the pil
i low of all the promises. When we
are being rocked into that last slum
ber I want this to be the cradle-song:
“As one whom a mother comforteth,
so will I comfort you.”
“Asleep in Far from thee
Aly kindred and their grave may be;
But thine is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep.”
A Scotchman was dying. His
daughter Nellie sat by the bedside.
It was Sunday evening and the bell
of the church was ringing, calling the
people to church. The good old man,
in his dying dream, thought that he
was on the way to church as he used
to be when he went in the sleigh
across the river; and as the evening
bell struck up, in his dying dream lie
thought it was the call to church:
He said: “Hark, children, the bells
are ringing; we shall be late; we must
make the mare step out quick.” He
shivered and then said: “Pull the
buffalo robe up closer, my lass! It is
cold crossing the river; but we will
soon be there, Nellie, we will soon be
there!” And he smiled and said:
“J.ust there, now.” No wonder be
smiled. The good old man had got
to church. Not the old country
church, but the temple in the skies.
Just across the river.
How comfortably did God hush that
old man to sleep! As one whom his
mother comforteth, so God comforted
him.
WiSJERH R. R. OF ALABAMA
■ •- i..
The Quickest and Most Direct
iloute to
New Vork. I’lsiladelphia, Bal
timore, and Washington.
Close coiin e'l ns made with Piedmont
Air Line, Ailnt.' lc Coast Jjlne, Kennesaw
or Oni irn iti 8 -uthern.
I'Yhlns Iftsve is followa:
TI.HE TABLE ftG.
PAKIN 1 KPFEOT aUNUAkt. MAROH. 8, 18-i
EABTWABI NO ~HO.SB
Lv New urehu*... 82Jp oi 80U a. m,
Lv doutgomery. 0;0t am 9:00 p m
Arr t. oluinbus .... l.oJpm, 5.46 a m
Lv Onanotis .... 8:14 am 9:oft p. m
Arr West Point ... 12;19 a m 12:27 a. ra >
Arr Atlaina 3 do p m| 3:45 • - m I
WKtiTWAJiD. NO. 50 NO. M > t
Leave Atlanta...-. 1 30 pm id
Weet Point 4:43 pm 3:u7 am,
Arr Ooiumbue. ... 7:«2 p m 6;<<j a, m
Lv Oolumbuh 2:3opmo;o’ p u
Arr. Montvompry 745 p m 6:30 am
rr Mobil; , 2;U5 ail 2;ou p it
air Jew Urbans | 7:uQ a m 7:30 p m
Worth. South.
NO, 61 NO. S» NO. 50 MO. M-
7:55 p m 10:26 a m Wash'tt'n 10a ui 9.10 pm
IJ:h5 pm 12:20 a m Balttmorel9:os a m p m
2.30 a m,3:lopm Philadei’a 16.01 a m 8;45 pm
fl;30am!8:18 pm New York! 3:40 a mIMjOO p m
Pullman Sleepera on ail trains
53 between Montgomery and
Washington without Citange.
Western Railroad Bleepers on
trains S'J and 33 between
Montgomery and Atlanta.
Irahiß 50, 51, 5 J and 53, make close connections
w'th trt'n»to ami irota Mobile and New Orleena,
Ir-ln ; j connect e Montgomery with trains for
Selma and buiat. n Connections made at
Opelika with Esh?. -. Abarna an 4 Olnclnuatl, and
t m ..’Oiumbus and Western Jiallroade. All trains
x jept 52 tn l 5'3 co-'”.->ct at Odahaw with Tuake
g g- railroad,
ral it io 5 i it 8 rnn duly exoopt Sundays.
< HAS. 11. C'ROJI WELL,
•ijaera; Pass nifar
STOCK COMPLETE!
PIECE GOODS FOR
Spring 1885.
INCLUDING THE
LEADING NOVELTIES.
AMERICAN ANO FOHEIuN GOODS
FOB MAKING
SUITS TO ORDER.
Stock Unrivaled I
Prices Right I
A. FEW
BARG4 IN SUITS
LEFT, AT
HALF
CALL AND SEE US.
G. J. PEACOCK.
Clothinsr Manufacturer,
6H668r00. CeMs, -Ol
I P 8. All GOODS Strictly OABH.
PIECE MS ARRIVED.
tWa offer special inducements this
week to cash buyers of Clothing, Hats
and Furnishings. Our Stock of For
eign and Domestic Piece Goods are
prettier, finer and mnre varied than
ever before. Workmanship unex
celled, Satitfaction guaranteed and
prices right. Gall and be convinced.
3 H. J. THORNTON,
NEW SPRING GOODS
Wool Combination Suitings, Choice Colors in Cashmeres,
Good All-Wool Cashmere at 50 cents.
Choice 'Hock Ginghxnn am iDUittos, f tola aasns «.OWJi3
and N p tins. New is the lima to buy these Gmds,
Handkerchiefs, Handkerchiefs,
Good Handkarchisfa, Fast Colors, at 3j. up to the Best
Gr des
10.000 Yards
More of thus > HAMBURG EMBROIDERIES at AstoniMiinijly low prloee.
Ladies* Underweai’ Dep.irtmon*
Just opened. AU tue Stock Freeh and at Popular Pri.ies.
J. ALBERT KIRVEN.
EMBROIDERIES!
AT TH£
TRADE PALACE
Vid S2.WUH m .THOF IMBIOIIBIES
SEIZED BY THE GOVERNMENT FOR NON-PAYMENT
OF DUTY.
, o -o:
L'tie En.ire Lit Thrown into the Auoti m Ro ima and Bought by the Know
ing Ones tor 25oente n the Dollar.
URAY ALWAYS ON TILE ILERF FOR
E-AuK.G--A.IKI sS,
Takes the Inbidf Track and Scoops in the LIEN’S SHARE.
We will have these GOODS on Exhibition MONDAY and all during the
WEEK and invite an Inspection of them; they are without Exception the
Finest Assortment an t the BES I’ VALUE that we have ever handled—see
them and paee your Judgment.
r a 2 Y ARE JUST HALF PRICE.
din pnn DOLLAR W RTIIOF LACES OF EVERY
QZjOUU STYLE. QUAHi Y kM) TEXTI Rt , FKO.M
5 Cent Torchon to the Fin st Egypiion at $2 50 and
$2 75 Per Yard.
$3.800 DOIjI-iAKS AVOI.ITH OB’
Parasols, Coachings and Sun-Umbrellas,
These GOODS are Marvels of Beauty, Design and Workmanship.
300 Dozen Gents’ Hetnste'ctrnd, 00l- I 280 D >zen Gents’ Uni .undried Shirts
ored Bordered Handkerchiefs at 25 I at 85 cente, Warn utU Domestic and
cents, Worth 40 cents. I 21 Linen B some and Cuffs.
The KING of the Southern DRY GOODS
Market is Coming this Week.
Lookout for a Slaughter, He Makis loiugs Lively
FOR COMPETITORS.
C. P. GRAY & CO,
IMMENSE STOCK
OF
Furniture,"CarnetinQS, Curtain-Goods,
Window-Bhades etc-,
REGARDLESS OF (OST
1,000 Chairs, from 50 cents to $lO oO , M, que’ Carp ts $1.50 pr yd. bestqual
500 Bedsteads from $1 75 to 4u 00 | Tapestry Carpets 65c to SI.OO pr. yd,
100 Imitation Wsl, Sait> ,$lB 4 i 00 i B ly Brussels ” 85c :o $1.35 pr. yd.
100 Walnut Bulls,rrotn $25 to $2 0 00 I Ruga 75't to SIO.OO
15 P irlor Suits f.om S4O t..i $l5O 00 |8 r •it Mattings 103 to 40c.
Oil Cloths, 40c to $1 25 per q : ire v rd.
ArtSquars (D.u/getts) including best K ld< muster, all woo! $8.50 to sls
Will dun ic io prices of any M'rk 't.
Upholstering Goods at your own Prices.
KOO JN'Bl'Y'
Up Stairs, 83 and 85 Broad St., Columbus, Ga.
ELEVATOR ALWAYS READY ’■ 15--3 tn,
SSfiffililiwl 1
Ms Ol 1 Mid Riiiab.'i Qeorgla Oo naiT/omtsau to • .ze Fl"? rlsKs of a!l kinds
Obarter perpetual. DIVIDEND No. 26 FOB 1884, 38H per eent.
The PHCENIX, of Hartford, Conn.,
ROCHESTER-GERMAN, of New
All aolld Compaulee, represented,, nth i Ag: wy. h.'.tes low. Lo GaJ
adjut tPd,
R. B. KURDOCK9 A<r<