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4 ®lj£ Atlanta ganntr anb Haytiat. THE COLUMN. Where Is God? In the sun, the moon, the sky; On the mountains wild and high; In the thunder, in the rain, In the grove, the wood, the plain; In the little birds that sing: God is seen in everything. Carrie’s Faith in her Father. Carrie’s father and uncle had gone one afternoon, with the horses and carriage, to a part of the farm a mile or more distant from home. Before it was time for them to return, the horses came home alone.— Alarmed lest some accident had befallen them, Carrie’s mother asked her if she would be willing to go all that long distance alone, and tell them of the horses’ return It was then nearly dark, but she had of ten rode there with her father, and knew that he would return with her —so she was not afraid to go; but when she Reached the place, her father and nncle were nowhere to be found. Little Carrie waited and looked awhile, then climbed into the wagon and seated herself quietly till they should come. It was a long time for a little girl of seven years to wait in a strange place, in the dark, too; and you may imagine the relief and joy she felt when at last she heard her father’s voice calling “ Carrie ! ” “I am here, father; I am in the wagon,” she cried. “ Were you not afraid, my daughter, to stay here alone so long?” “Not much,” she replied ; “and I knew you would come back here; and I thought if I tried to find you, perhaps I should get lost.” “ But,” said her father, “we have been home another way to look for the horses, and how did you know that I should come back for you ? ” “ 0, I knew you-would,” she answered. “ And were you not very lonesome here in the dark 1 ” “ I was a little, but I thought mother wished me to come; and I could not get back alone, it was so dark; so I thought God would take care of me till you came, and I said over my little hymns and pray ers, and then you came ” Precious child! Her confidence in her father was not misplaced. He had never deceived or neglected her. She knew he would come. Dear children, you have a kind heavenly Father. He does more for you than any earthly parent. He loads you with favors. He preserves you in your going out and coming in. He blesses you with home and friends. Will you not trust Him as fully as Carrie did her earthly parent? He has given you directions, which, if followed, will keep you safely in all dangers and tri als of life, and bring you at last to His glo rious home. Will you not obey His com mands, and wait His blessing with the same child-like confidence and trust? [Sunday-School Advocate. The Boy at the Dyke. A little boy in Holland was returning one night from a village to which he had been sent by his father on an errand, when he noticed the water trickling through a narrow opening in the dyke. He stopped and thought what the consequences would be if the hole was not closed. He knew, for he had often heard his father tell, the sad disasters which happened from such small beginnings; how, in a few hours, the opening would become larger, and let in the mighty mass of waters pressing on the dyke, until, the whole defence being washed away, the rolling, dashing, angry waters would sweep on to the next village, de stroying life and property, and everything in its way. Should he run home and alarm the villagers, it would be dark before they could arrive, and the hole might even then be so large as to defy all attempts to close it. Prompted by these thoughts, he seated himself on the banks of the canal, stopped the opening with his hands, and patiently awaittfd the approach of some villager. But no one came. Hour after hour rolled slow ly by, yet there sat the heroic boy, in cold and darkness, shivering, wet, and tired, but stoutly pressing his hand against the dan gerous breach. All night he stayed at his post. At last the morning broke. A cler gyman, walking up the canal, heard a groan, and looked around to see whete it came from. “ Why are you there, my child ? ” he asked, seeing the boy and surprised at his strange position. “I am keeping back the water, sir, and saving the village from being drowned,” answered the child, with lips so benumbed with cold that he could scarcely speak. The astonished minister relieved the boy. The dyke was closed, and the danger which threatened hundreds of lives was prevented. [ Bond of Brotherhood. “ The word of Christ strips sin of its cloak, that it may appear sin." John xv: 22 Tmm m&MMMm, am® ba^txb's. THE MUTES' COLUMN. Woman. Great, indeed, is the task assigned to wo man ! Who can elevate its dignity ? Not to make laws, not to lead armies, not to govern empires; but to form those by whom laws are made, armies led, and em pires governed ; f> guard against the slight est taint of bodily infirmity, the frail, yet spotless creature, whose moral, no less than physical being, must be derived from her; to inspire those principles, to inculcate those doctrines, to animate those sentiments which generations yet unborn, and nations yet uncivilized, will learn to bless; to sof ten firmness into mercy, and chasten honor into refinement ; to exalt generosity into virtue; by a soothing care to allay the an guish of the body, and the far worse an guish of the mind; by her tenderness to disarm passion ; by her purity to triumph over sense; to cheer the scholar sinking under his toil; to console the statesman for the ingratitude of a mistaken people; to be compensation for friends that are perfid ious —for happiness that has passed away. such is her vocation. The couch of the tortured sufferer, the prison of the deserted friend, the cross of the rejected Saviour— these are theatres on which her greatest tri umphs have been achieved. Such is her destiny: to visit the forsaken, to tend to the neglected when monarchs abandon, when counsellors betray, when justice pros ecutes, when brethren and disciples flee, to remain unshaken and unchanged, and to ex hibit in this lower world a type of that love, pure, constant and ineffable, which in another we are taught to believe the test of virtue. Be Careful how you Treat Chil dren. Sister and 1 have been sitting to-night, talking over our childhood days. How many a word, and act, and even look we remember, which the speakers or actors deemed we wmuld forget with the passing hour! How we have been away in secret, and wept over slightly uttered words, or have carried their effects upon our whole after years ! Children are quick to feel— quick to comprehend; much quicker than their elders usually deem. I remember now of the punishment a teacher inflicted upon me when quite a child. How unkind and unjust I thought her then, how void of the better feelings which I possessed. Be fore that I had loved her dearly ; but l could never so love her again. The punishment came because l would not tell what had made me laugh outright during study hours. I would not tell, because it would have thrown the blame upon another. Child as l was, 1 well remember how my heart swelled within me to think I could bear and suffer for another; and even my teacher’s insisting upon the wrong could not make me act it. She is dead now, and can never know how long or how vividly I remem bered her unjust punishment. One can never be too watchful over him self in his dealings with children. Their perceptions are usually very quick, their hearts truthful and sincere. If they were ever and thus steadily dealt with by others, more would grow up truthful and honest men and women. And oh, how much we need such persons among us! It seems to me children are taught deception from their very eradles. No wonder they become such adepts in it in after years. Few parents have the patience to always do rightly and deal honestly with their children. And if parents have it not, how can they expect their servants will ? They work for hire; and many of them have no interest in their labors, save for the time being. Yet many mothers give np their children almost entirely to such care. They are young, and gay, and fashionable, per haps, and cannot devote their precious time to the nursery. Society has claims upon them which must be answered. They strive to procure good servants, it may be, and then they have done their duty. Oh, mothers, is this all your duty? — When God gave those precious souls to your keeping, was there no “still small voice” to your heart, saying he would again claim them at your hands? Do not their eloquent pleadings, which every moth er understands, woo you to a sense of the sweet, yet heavy responsibility resting up on you l Can you turn coldly away, and day after day, night after night, and week after week, leave them at pleasure’s or fashion’s fitful call ? Could you do this and yet hope for happiness here or hereafter? Ah, no, it can not be I Nature's voice cannot be so silenced. It will speak out within the heart, if not to the world at large. I envy not the mother who is a devotee at Fash ion’s shrine. Rather give me laborious hours and weary vigils by the loved ones at home; so that, at last, l may “ give up mine own with usury,” feeling a certainty that I have done what I could.” *. J. H. THE SOLDIERS’ COLUMN. General Washington in Camp. Some thirty years ago the New Yorkers were preparing to celebrate the 4th of Ju ly, and by a voluntary courtesy one of his descendants sent the General’s tent that he had used during the Revolutionary war, to New York, to assist in the celebration. The General’s body servant brought it, and bore a letter to the New York Committee, ask ing that some attention should be paid to him, which was done. He was a quadroon, but a fine, dignified and noble looking old man. The tent was pitched in the Park, where the writer of this saw it. Shortly after wards he went up the Hudson river on a steamboat, and this servant was on board, and told him some of the habits of Gen. Washington during the war. He had a fix ed hour for rising in the morning, and go ing to that part of his tent where his break fast was to be prepared for him, he would enter this place and take a chair, and seat himself by the breakfast table in his.morn ing-gown, and, with the Holy Bible before him, read until breakfast time; and when his man would say to him, “ General, your breakfast is ready.” the General would draw out of the book a silk ribbon that was bound with the book, and place it between the last pages which he had been reading. The servant would then bring his boots, which he would immediately draw on, throw off his morning gown, and put on his military coat, and mount his horse, which was ready at the door. Then he would commence the labors of the day.— This is a true account of the camp life of Gen. Washington during the Revolution. Untimely Furloughs. What would be thought of a soldier who, in the heat of an engagement, should hasten to his superior officer and ask a fur lough—ask to get away from the danger ous, blood-besprinkled struggle of his coun try ! Scarcely would the voice of censure lift itself against his officer, should he shoot down the dastard on the spot. And what shall we say of those Chris tians who, in the midst of the daily en gagements of the Spiritual Army, are al ways seeking a furlough—always praying to be excused from present effort, always refusing to war to-day ! Do they not see the hosts of Satan embattled against the church ? Do they not witness the painful (and, for want of their help, doubtful) con flict waged by tJwHr brethren { Do not the groans of the wounded rise to their ears,, and souls lie slaughtered before their eyes I Where shall we find language to express their guiltiness, or tears to bemoan their folly ? May God awaken them to see that every day is a battle between the right and the wrong—that all inactivity is the asking of a furlough, is the going away without it, is desertion in the midst of battle. The Source of Victory. 4 When Joshua fought with Atnalek, it was *iot only the well-timed onset, the quivering arrow and the flashing sword that won the victory. It was the uplifted hand of Moses on the brow of Horeb, the pre vailing prayer of intercession, that gained that laurel to the newly liberated people in their first encounter, and inscribed upon the altar of memorial, “ Jehovah-nisi —the Lord my banner.” And when our armies are called to this deadly struggle for our life, while we use skill and courage, we must fall before the throne, praying the Lord of Hosts to defend the right. And when final victory is given us of God, let a great altar be reared, and “Jehovah-nisi” be inscribed as the record of a nation’s fervent gratitude, and the pledge of a people’s liv ing piety. The Solemn Moment. Oh ! how solemn w ill be that hour when we must struggle with that enemy, Death ! The death-rattle is in our throat —we try to speak ; the death glaze is on the eye; Death has put his fingers on these windows of the body, and shut out the bght forever ; the hands well nigh refuse-to lift themselves, and there we are, close on the borders of the grave! Ah ! that when the spirit sees its destiny ; that moment of all moments the most solemn, when the soul looks through the bars of its cage upon the world to come! No, 1 can not tell how the spirit feels, if it be an ungodly spirit, when it sees a fiery throne of judg ment, and hears the thunders of Almighty wrath, while there is but a moment between it and hell. I can not picture to you what must be the fright which men will feel, when they realize what they often heard of! Christ, the Captain of our salvation, re quires the soldiers of the cross to keep upon constant guard ; but He does not put them into the hands of their own vigilance alone. Through many a night of danger, when the eyes are heavy, because, though the spirit be willing, the flesh is weak, he watehesfor us—watches in our place —lest Satan should surprise the soul and slay it. HOUSE KEEPERS’ COLUMN- Directions for Keeping Sweet Pota toes through the Winter. BY SAMUEL JOHNSON, OP DESOTO, MISS. \_Cut out and save this, and try iti\ A good method of keeping them is to dig them, without cutting the potatoes, as soon as the leaves are bitten by frost, and the same day they are dug put them in a hill, which should be elevated six inches at the bottom above the surrounding earth, and also place under the hill a floor of boards and a heavy coat of cornstalks on them, and then the potatoes on the cornstalks. — As many as one hundred and fifty bushels may be put in a hill with safety. Form the hill as near a circle as convenient, and also have it tall in proportion to its base. Then cover it well with cornstalks, next a course of boards which are dry, and then with a light coat of dirt, commencing with the dirt at the bottom of the hill and going half way to the top of it. The hill should then be sheltered, and well-drained, eigh teen inches deep all around it. Ten days from the time the hill is put up, cover it all over with dirt four or five inches deep, and if the winter be a cold one cover still deeper. I have kept potatoes sound every year for about eighteen years on the above method, and think it a good one for gener al use. I have known the potato kept well in a cellar under a brick house. The house was twenty feet square, the wall twenty inches thick, and went into the ground two feet—the floor twu-and-a-half feet above the level of the ground, one-half of it next to a fire-place was tongued and grooved, the other half was made of plank as it came from the mill —the room over the cellar was used regularly the year round as a cook house, had two doors and two win dows to the room above the cellar—the wall which surrounded the cellar had a few small air holes in it, which were left open until the potatoes went through a sweat, and were then closed. I have heard from reliable authority that the sweet potato has been preserved in a high state of perfection the year round, in the town of Covington, Tenn., by placing them in a cellar under a brick honse, and filling, as they are heaped, with pulverized charcoal, and also covering them with it sufficiently deep to prevent either cold or heat from damaging them. lam fully con vinced that the sweet potato may be kept well quite cheap, and kept in such a way j|J undergo a small amount of freezing b*|s| and yet not be damaged by it; if so, our army and navy should have the benefit of them this fall and winter without fail. The method of preserving them, as last alluded to, is this: take the potatoes, pile them, when dug, in a hill in any ordinary house, cover them a few inches deep with crab-grass, then let them remain in that condition about ten days, at which time commence and bake them in a good brick oven, having its heat just enough to blister the potatoes, but not so hot as to scorch them, laying only one layer deep of pota toes on the bottom of the oven. Each ov en-full should remain in the oven from the time they are put in until it is cold. After baking them, box them in shallow slatted boxes, and they are ready for transporta tion. Potatoes raised and saved as first direct ed cost about twenty cents a bushel; yield an average of one hundred and fifty bush els per acre The cost of seed, cultivating, digging and putting up, about eighteen dol. lars per acre; there are raised annually, in the State of Mississippi, perhaps three mil lions of bushels, and in i orth Mississippi, I think I may safely state, fully half of what are raised annually rot from imperfect keeping; and as they are worth in every family fifty cents a bushel, the State loses, annually, by not preserving them well, over a million of dollars, yet might, if they be kept with certainty by baking, be made an article of commerce in so preparing them. The Best Lemon Pie. Take two lemons, five eggs, two spoons ful of melted butter, eight spoonsful white | sugar. Squeeze the juice of all the lem-j ons, and grate or chop finely the rind of: one. Stir together the yolks of three eggs, and white of one, with the sugar, butter, juice, and rind ; beat well; then add one coffee cup of good sweet cream (some use half cream and half milk). Beat all for a minute or two. Have ready a plate lined! with pastry, into which pour the mixture,! which will be sufficient for two pies of the; ordinary size. Bake till the pastry is done; i meanwhile beat the remaining whites of eggs to a stiff froth, and stir in four spoons-1 ful of white sugar; take the pies from the; oven and spread over equal parts upon: each, and return them quickly to the oven,| and bake a delicate brown. Take care that; the oven be not too hot, or they will brown too quickly, before the egg is set sufficient ly, which will cause the pie to fall when ta ken from the oven. This is a beautiful i looking pie, and in our opinion, and that of (■others, the best lemon pie made. RAILROAD GUIDE. Georgia Railroad & Banking Cos Augusta to Atlanta .... 171 Miles P are -A) GEORGE YONGE, Superintendent. Morning Passenger Train. (SUNDAYS EXCEPTED.) Leave Atlanta daily at ” “• r; Arrive at Augusta at Leave Augusta daily at ® Arrive at Atlanta at •• • o P- M Night Passenger Train. Leave Atlanta daily at 7 15 P. M Arrive at Augastaat 5 30 A. M Leave Augusta at 4 00 P. M Arrive at Atlanta at 2 05 A. M This road ruus in connection with the trains or the South Carolina and the Savannah and Augusta Railroads, at Augusta. Macon and Western Railroad. CHANGE of schedule. Macon to Atlanta 104 Miles.... Fare f4 50. ALFRED L. TYLER, Superintendent. Leave Maeon at 10 00 a. m Arrive at Atlanta at , 4 00 p. m Leave Atlanta at '. 11 00 a. m Arrive at Maeon 4 55 p. m This train connects with Central, South-western and Muscogee railroads at Macon. Western & Atlantic (State) Railroad* - Atlanta to Chattanooga, 138 Miles —Fare,...ss. JOHN S. ROWLAND, Superintendent. PASSENGER TRAIN. Leaves Atlanta, nightly, at 7 30, P M Arrives at Chattanooga at 4.51, A M Leaves Chattanooga at 5.00, P M Arrives at Atlanta at 2.80, A M EXPRESS FREIGHT AND PASSENGER TRAIN. Leaves Atlanta, daily, at 3.00, A M Arrives at Chattanooga at 2.50, 1 M Leaves Chattanooga at 3.15, A M Arrives at Atlanta at 3 >B, 1 M ACCOMMODATION PASSENGER TRAIN. Leaves Atlanta at - 2.00 P. M. Arrives at Kingston at 7.00 P. M. Leaves Kingston at - 5.30 A. M. Arrives at Atlanta at - - - * 10.50 A. M. This Road connects, each way, with the Rome Branch Railroad at Kingston, the East Tennessee and Georgia Railroad at Dalton, and the Nashville & Chattanooga Railroad at Chattanooga. Atlanta and West Point Railroad. Atlanta to West Point 87 Miles Fare $3 50 GEORGE G. HULL, Superintendent. MORNING PASSENGER TRAIN. Leaves Atlanta, daily., at 2.45, A M Arrives at West-Point at 7.35, A M Leaves West-Point, daily, at 12.40, P M Arrives at Atlanta at 5.30, A M EVENING PASSENGER TRAIN. Leaves Atlanta 6.00, P. M. Arri ve at West Point - 11.22, A. M. Leaves West Point ... - 2.00, P. M. Arrives at Atlanta - - - ®-48, P. M. This Road connects with the Montgomery' and West Point Road at West Point. ADVERTISEMENTS. School Notice. Miss ANNIE SMITH, a graduate of a Southern Female College, has just opened a School, for girls and small boys, in the base ment room of the Second Baptist Church in this city, and respectfully solicits a share of public patronage. For testimonials of scholarship she refers to Prof. U. W. Wise, Pres’t It. D. Mallary, and to Rev. H. C. Hornady. Atlanta, June 6, 1862. MERCER UNIVERSITY, PEN FIELD, GREENE COUNTY, GEORGIA. FACULTY. President—N. M. Crawford, D. D. Professors—S. P. Sanford, A. M., J. E. Willett, A. M., Wm. G. Woodfin, A. M. Thrological Seminary. —Professor N. M. Crawford, D. D. DEPARTMENTS. 1. A college course of four years, equal to that of the best colleges in the country. 2. A theological course, of three years, design ed for those who are preparing lor the Gospel Min istry. 3. A scientific course of four years, including, with some additions, all the studies of the collegi ate course, except the ancient languages. 4. An academical department, embracing all who are not prepared to enter college. COMMENCEMENT AND VACATIONS. The Commencement is held on the second Wed needayin July. There are two vacations, dividing the year into two terms. Fall Term begins on the first Wednesday in Sep tember, and closes on the 13th of December. Spring Term begins on the fourth Wednesday in January, and closes on Commencement day. 8. LANDRUM, Secr’v Board Trustees, July 26,1863. SaWimiah, Ga. James McPherson & Cos. HAVE opened next door North of BEACH & ROOT’S Store on Whitehall Street, a new and select Stock of BOOKS and STATIONERY* Together with an endless variety of fancy arti cles, such as, ENGRAVINGS, GOLD PENS AND PEN CILS. WINDOW SHADE SAND GILT CORNICES\ PICTURE FRAMES' WALL PAPER , FIRESCREENS, RICH CHINA AND PARIAN VASES, PARIAN FIG URES, dkc., dec. Foreign Books imported to order. Teachers and Merchants supplied at Charles ton prices, freight only added. Picture Frames made to order. Remember the New Book Store of jas. McPherson & Cos. Franklin Priming House, ATLANTA, GA. Having purchased of Messrs. Wood, Hanleiter, Rice A Cos. their entire establish ment, favorably known as the Franklin Printing House, we would respectfully ask a continuance of the patronage heretofore so liberally bestowed on them, and promise to use every exertion to render entire satis faction. Our facilities for the printing and binding of BOOKS, and for general JOB WORK, it is believed, are equal to any establishment in the Confederate States.— A reasonable stock of Printing and Binding Material now on hand, and will be kept for the purpose of suppling any demand. J. J. TOON A CO. Vol. IV