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THE DAILY TIMES. Lt «gk*i' <'I•«»■ vri<»v la II eCMalta %tij»c®»lte ae*Tr»»dl»t nt ’Tolur»*»ue. 4 'oiunibuM. Weoryria, 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. —' ■ -♦ ♦ e 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, DAILY TIMES: COLUMBUS GWOT'.GI v, SCNDAY. MARCTI 29, 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. 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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<