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LINES.
Cuthbert Appeal.
A tribute to the Memory of Mr. and
Mrs. John T Middleton, who were
drowued at Eulmrlee, Bartow county,
Ga., on the night of June 13, 1881.—
The circumstances attending the death
of this useful couple, who had been
married less than six months, were so
peculiarly sad as to awaken emotions
of no ordinary interest in the breasts
even of strangers.
They were both earnest Christians,
and devoted members of the Presby-
b rian Church, and were prepared for
the summons which came so suddenly
to cal! them from this li fe.
On the night of tho fatal accident
they wore returning to his mother’s
home from a visit to some relatives
living ou the opposite side of a small
stream, cull.-d the Euharlee, which
runs near his mother’s house. It was
necessary for them to cross the stream
in a boat. By some means, as is sup¬
posed, she fell out of the boat when
iu the middle of the stream, and he
immediately plunged into tire water
to save her. lie was an excellent
swimmer, bat, being eucimrbered with
heavy clothing, he found it impossible
to take her to the shore, or to recover
the boat. He therefore called loudly
for help, and his cries were heard and
recognized by his mother. The friends
whose house they had just left also
heard the Gall, anil hastened to their
relief; but could render no assistance,
owing to the darkness of the night,
aud there being no boat at band*
They were under the painful necessity
therefore of hearing him plead
for help, which they had no means of
rendering unitl his strength, wa-i ex'
hausted, and they sank together be¬
neath the waters. Their bodies were
soon recovered, and were gently laid
to r«»t iu the same grave. “They
were lovely and pleasant in their lives,
and in their death they , were not di¬
vided.'’
Hark! listen! aery rends the still night
air;
’Tis a cry for help, a cry^of dispair.
“Help! for God’s sake help!’’ hear
that startling cry,
“Help!’’ we|are drowning." O, God,
must they die?
“Hark!’’says the mother, “I hear a
faint cry;
Tis Johnnie’s dear voice; some dan¬
ger is nigh.
‘Help! help!’ is the sound that brakes
on my car;
Hasten! oh, hasten! some danger is
near.’’
Ah! mother and friends, no basin will
avail;
Eulmrlee s dark stream will surely pre¬
vail.
O’er bride and bridegroom its waters
will flow;
Change smiles iuto tears, and joy in¬
to woe.
Strong is his purpose dear Lily to save,
Rescue his darling, or else share her
In vain does he strive, so noble and
Clasped heart to haart they sink’neath
the wave.
Hushed are their voices; the struggle
is o’er;
Earth’s joys, or life’s cares they know
nevermore.
Sweet be lheir slumber in love’s em-
brace;
Guarded by angels their last resting
place.
Weep not, O mother, for those „ ho
have gone
Heaven’s bright mansions of love to
adorn ;
Jesu 3 , their Savior, . has called them
*«r.
Where joys never die nor pleasures
decay.
Blest be the tie that binds them to-
gether
a-t«*WI«.ll-l Ml «wh*
sever-
United °n earth, united on High;
durely! ah surely! ’twere sweet thus
t j- '
Hark! choral voices in Heaven ring
0U M
Joyous the music, triumphant the
shout;
G ,0ri °08 migeb, and eaints ever blest
Bid them glad welcome to Heaven’3
ARLINGTON, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 5,
sweet l est.
Ye saiuts of the Lord, from sin puri¬
fied;
j Redeemed by Christ’s blood, and now
glorified,
IIow blissful your home! how rich are
your joys;
Which time cannot touch, or death
e’er destroys.
Oh! glorious home! sweet lmven of
Feat I
Who enter thy gates are evermore
blest.
No care can distutb; no storm can
arise;
N o tears ever flow from grief stricken
eyes.
Ob! hnppy are they, and blessed tbeir
lot,
Who dwell in that laud where sin en¬
ters not;
Where death never comes; nor friends
ever part;
Where Christ lives enthroned in each
living heart.
H. F. II.
Cuthbert, Ga.
Geneva.
BY CHAHLOTTEE D. DREW.
‘Oli! tell me what would you do
when you come to the mile-stone on
life’s journey, and find trials waiting
for you! Who comforts you, Geneva?’
The fair young face was slowly
raised, nnd the led lips answered trem¬
ulously: ‘Nobody.’
•What do you do, then? Just wear
it ont?’
‘Yes, sir, I just wear it out.’
Pitingly the old man lail his hand
on her arm, and looked down into the
beautiful eyes.
‘Geneva,’ he said, his voice was la¬
den with feeling, ‘I promised your
mother that as long as I was near j >.
I would try to shield you from trouble,
and that I would do iny best to win
y< u to live so that you might go to her
when the time comes. I have kept the
trust; hut I am going away from you
now, and oh! my child I am afraid
to leave you. Yon are not happy I
know, though I doubt if I could find
one of your gay companions who
would agree wii h me. You have
troubles—bitter troubles—we all do
my child, and to night as I watched
your cheek pale at the sound of a foot¬
step, I wondered where you went for
comfort.
,. ‘Now T listen to for _ I old ,,
me, am an
man and know whereof I speak No
matter how dear a human friend we
may have, , he , can comfort , , us no farther „ .
J
than L . and loving . words .
carresses, * do, b
and , often . times .. we find .. , that . .
a vain
comforting. ... ,, But, . Geneve, _ there .
is a
_ Friend . , to , whom , T I go whenever , my
J
life-burdens , , make , me Weary, and , He _ T
always , lifts the burdens uutil , I am
rested, . ", and , always , makes , my peace
’
to . flow „ as a river. He „ will be the same
unchangeable , friend , . , to . you my child, , .
|' V™ will only let Him. I romise me
th “ l will go to Hun, and that you
will not write to me until you can send
me word that you no longer just let
,me WCa ; °“* ^etrouWeswhich come
to you. Art thon listening,Geneva—do
you promise your o nend.
The great crimson rose which was
nestled down in the waves of golden
* !air trembled with the sobs which for
a btt * e minute, shook the slight iorm.
^ ien ’ as themed of the feeling
sbe was showing, the young girl raised
b<r bead ‘ forced back the tears, and a
smile . lit up her face as she extended
both small white hands to the old man
and said: ‘Uncle Wilton, I won’t
promise you yet. You are going away
and God knows it will be twice as hard
for me to lie good theu. I’m not ready
yet to be a Christian. Just let me be
year gay little girl awhile longer. I
guess i can stand the storms which
sometimes come between me and the
will be time ^ hen enough 1 8 et old, to like join yon, the
it
disgusted witd Dali the folks .y who *. 1 call
“^7 Chians. t0 «>“• I to just ^ dare <>“
tri,s 8Ub Jeck No, no! I won fc prom*
eLook head de-
Claed v-
The lines bardend on the
face. He held her hands tighter for a
moment all the while looking fixedly
into the blue eyes. Then he said,
very gravely and tenderly. “Well,
good-bye, Geneva. It is a long
bye—perhaps an eternal one. Ite
member my words. Some day I
sure you will my dear little birdie.
you are mistaken. You cannot
the storms’ alone. God keep you.’
He turned, and went dswu the
into the moon-lit yard, and she
back the tears of pain, and called out:
‘lie sure and write to me, Uncle
ton, just ns soon as you find
on the blue sen.'
And he did write—a long, letter,
about many strange and beautiful
things.
But she lingered tho longest Over
tho last few lines: ‘I pray for you,
Berdie, every daytime, and every night¬
time. It is because I love yon that I
want you to be a Christian. I know
you can’t be otherwise.’
She locked the letter away, and
not many weeks sped by before there
came to her another letter, written out
at sea. It was in a strange hand, and
each sentence was sharper thau a
dagger thrust.
'Buried at sea to day, 5 a. m., Rev.
Wilton McKendrick.
lour address found in his trnuk.
Baggage and papers will be scut at
our earliest opportunity. His death
was quite sudden—cause unknown.
Merick Mason,
Captain Eagle Ship.
Sea, June 8, 18—.
/Juried at sea! Buried at sea! The
words rang louder than ever hells
rang, and it seemed to Geneva Loston
that half her life’s j >y was taken away.
But after a season she gathered up
the brokeu threads of happiness, and
smiled somewhat bitterly as she caught
herself saying ‘Well, there’s nothing
for it but just to wear it out.’ But
other trials gathered thick and fast,
embittering all her waking hours, and
lot she would not seek the Helper
while the sun was shining even fitfully,
turned eager to Him when the big rain
drops were beating alt about her.
She listened again to tire words of
an agid worker in God’s vineyard:
‘And be always lifts the burden until
I am rested.’
Had it been a human fiend whom
she hud so long denied think yoa he
would have heeded when at last she
called? All I but it was to the match¬
less Christ sire went in her time of
grief, and under the shadow of His
wings with the everlasting arms about
her, she learned to look for, and find a
blessing in every sorrow which was
liei , 8 _ having always be(ore ler tll0
bedCOn proiuise of the rest that re¬
maineth . „ for . the .. people . of , c God. , ,
our
It T . is . only , memory I , , have sat . here ,
writing, . but . as my pen glided , on over
tho paper there .. came . back , to . me
*
another scene much . more recent.
T I cottage .. . home. There crape
reo a is
,, the door; , aud , within; ... . , for he ,
on woe
who . its .. light .. and , its .. joy, . is . not. ,
was
A . woman , bows , her , head , and , weeps,
Frien „ . -rive . , her tender . . , hand , clasps, , f
^ , d9 and loving sympat y .
Bnt ^ g aWding comforty Look in
her gIoomHJtedowed * faw labels and you
wiH 0 more qnesUon .
fihti the 8tormy / waves, and LerBetf
co!lfe9se8 ber gtre gth is not sufficient.
Ob! widowed mother, see you not
the refuge from the beating ruin, and
sounding wind? Hear you not the
vo j ce which calleth yon eloser? Feel
y 0n no t the touch of the living Hand
which hath in it a precious blessing.
a „ d a sweet benediction, even though
jj be ( be sanae Hand which hath sealed
,- n sleep the eyes of him whom you
] 0 V ed?
Listen! an old ^’years, man bowed with the
weigljfc Qf three is talking
t0 a ^ cWW G f youth, and he tells
. alwayg j if t 3 my burdens un-
t y j mt .i What human friend, bow-
f „ n nid Ho HiU? Tnvn Him
Christian Advocate.
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Savannah News: A firm in Atlanta,
it is announced, proposes to select ten
0 ,..e.veeoB„tie 8 »O« 0 , ? i.,tobe..
we sn ppose, and lend the farmers
thereof about one million of dollars,
taking security in real estate. If the
interest expected is low enough, this
may do good, but let every farm-
er abstain from boaowing, if he can.
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The worthiest men are most injured
by slander; as we usually find that to
be the best fruit which the birds have
been picking at.
“If I Was President’*
“Now, if I was President,’’ began
Mr. Butterby the other morning, as
passed his cup over for a second
of coffee, “if I was President of
United States—’’
“Which you aren’t, you know,’’
broke in Mrs. B. in an
and confidential toue.
“And not likely to be,” added Mrs.
B. ’s mother, with a contemptuous toss
of her head.
•No,’ assented Mr. B. pleasantly,
ly “but I was just supposing tho
case—’’
‘Then suppose something in reason,’
retorted Mrs. Butterby snappishly.
•You might as well suppose you was
the man in the moon, or the Man in
the Iron Mask, or—’
‘So I might, my dear,so I might,’ as-
seuttdMr. B., still pleasantly smilling,
•but that has nothing to do with it. I
was merely going to say that if I was
President of the United S'utos I’d—’
‘My!’ burst in Miss Gertrude, aged
eighteen, wouldn’t it lie splendid if
you was, papa? Just to think how
those Wheedletop girls would chauge
their tuue when I met them, instead of
throwiug out their insinuations about
people who cousidi-r it Christian like
to turn their last season’s silk dress,
so that they may haVe more to give to
charity! But they might turn green
with envy before I would ever-’
•Pes, and wouldn’t I warm it to
Sammy Dugan, just,’ chirped in Mas¬
ter Thomas, aged twelve. ‘I’d go up
to him an’ smack him on the nose with
a brick ’fore he knowed where he was
an’ he darsent hit me back then ’cause
it ’ud be treasou, and they’d hang
him; aud I’d slide ou the side walk an’
shy snow ball at p’leeemen, an’ sass
Miss Ferule, nu’ play hoocky every
day when it didn’t rain, and I’d—’
‘Yes,’ chimed in Mrs. B. catching
the infectiou of her enthusiastic pro¬
geny, ‘and then I ’d be the first lady in
the land, let the n. it bo wfiio she
would, and governors’ wives would
beg to be introduced to me, and I’d
have balls twice a week and banquets
every day, and—’
“Aud I’d have the management of
the White House, and run things,'
remarked Mrs. B.’s mother, her eyes
sparkling with the prospect,
‘Not much you wouldn’t,’ from Miss
Gertrude, 'not much if I kept my
health and know myself, you wouldn’t
not long as I was the President’s
daughter, and—’
•Yah!’ ejaculated Master Tom, ‘I
guess the President’s sou would be the
biggest plum in that dish! Wouldn't
I be tho Princes of Whales then—say?
What’ud you know ’bout—’
‘Shut up, a’l of you!’ commanded
Mrs. B. ‘I reckon the President's wife
is the highest authority in the land.
Anyhow, there’d be a dusty old time
if anybody questioned it, and I bet
when the exercise was finished the
surgeon would not ask for any electo-
rial commission to decide it over agnin
My! I’d like to see anybody—but, by
the way, Mr. Butterby, what was it
you was going to say you would do if
you was President of the United
States?’
‘Resign as soon as the Lord would
let me,’ said Mr. Butterby, calmly but
determinedly. meditative silence fell
And then a
upon the family, and remained until
the meeting arose.
A Kingdom for Sale
It is an open secret that Kalakaua,
King of the Hawaiian Islands, is on a
voyage around the world for tho pur-
pose of selling his kingdom. The na-
live population of tho islands is stead,
ly decreasing in numbers. The half-
castes increase more rapidly than does
the pure foreign element. A rough
estimate of the total population of the
****** - —t «.(*»
of which one tenth is foreign, and the
remainder half-castes and native.
There is in the world no more pathetic
picture of a people’s decay and rapid
,a,tbg .1 .b. M U,e pop»U.io„
o£ the Sandwich Islands. Estimated
by Capt. Cook, in 1779, to be 400,000
souls, the island population fell to 142,-
000 in 1823, to 73,138 in 1853, and to
56,899 in 1872. The percentage of
decreaseinthelatteryearshaslessen-
ed, to be sure, but this is due to the in
crease of foreigners. The fact re-
mains that the native population of
the Hawaiian Island is doomed to ex.
tincion .—New York Times.
Vol. II. No. 3g
Things hard to Understand.
Why an endless procession of drink
era from a public dipper will, without
exception, drink closo to the handle.
Why half the human race was not
horn without hearing and the other
half without speech. Then the talk¬
ers niigh talk on in (interrupted flow,
and tho hearers cxerciso their special
gift without their preseut pruriency to
speak.
Why people will go into society to
get bored, when they can get. board
just as well at home.
Why the young lady who will eager¬
ly chew boarding houso miuce pie will
carefully eschew boarding house
mincemeat.
Why a mail’s stomach will bo so
everlastingly squemish at home, and
at the eatinghonse display a faith like
a grain of mustard seed.
Why a woman will make excuses for
her bread when she kuows it is tho
best she ever made, aud knows her
‘company’ knows it.
When a ‘young gentleman, swears
so much louder and more copiously
when stranger ladies are within
ear-shot; or in other words,
Why they desire to make a foot of
one’s self springs eternal iu the hu¬
man brest.
Why we are so much angrier against
him who shows us our error than him
who leads us therein.
Why everybody is so prompt to an ¬
swer, ‘How do you do?’ when you ask
that inevitable question. And,
Why you seem to he perfectly satis
fled with the information contained in
this echo.
Why one’s piety strengthens as his
health weakens. ,
Why people will get married when
Courtship is so sweet.
Why a man who claims to have
found marryiug u delusion will again
embrace that delusion upon the first
convenient opportunity.
Why cold weaUMr cornea Otmng Un>
season when it is least agreeable.
Why it is so much easier to bo po¬
lite to people whom we shall probably
never see again than to those whose
good opinion we have reason to culti¬
vate.
Encouragement
An amusing story is told of a little
fellow named Artie, one of three broth,
era, whose parents had brought tliem
up to be brave and self-reliant. He
could’t do much, but what he could
do he did with all his might.
And as their parents w>re Metho¬
dists of the good old fashioned kind,
the boys were in the habit of hearing
—at such times—the hearty ‘Ainen’
break forth from their father’s lips
when the sermon was particularly en¬
joyable.
Ono cold Sabbath day these children
were left at home, with many cau¬
tions to be careful.
Hardly had the parents left ere the
wood work near the stove-pipe was
discovered to be on fire, and out of the
children’s reach; but, with wonderful
activity, the eldest climed upon
the table and put out the flames.
When the father and mother re¬
turned they shuddered to see the dan¬
ger to which their dear ones had been
exposed, aud with thankful hearts
praised them for their conrage.
‘How did you manage, Jimmy, to
reach the fire?’ asked their father.
‘Why,’ said Tommy, ‘I pushed the
table up to the wail and got upon
that.’
‘And did you help brother, Jimmy?’
to the next.
‘Yes, sir; I brought him a pail of
water and banded him the dipper. ’
‘And what did you do?’ said tho
proud father to his pet, the youngest
of the group.
‘Well, papa, ’ said Artie, ‘you see I
was too small to help put out the fire,
so I just stood by and hollowed
’Amen. ’
It ia not generally known shat there
’s such a thing as false eyebrows, yet
such is the case. They are made per¬
fectly by the use of ‘hair lace’ and
would never be suspected as a Coun¬
terfeit.
Fish are so plentiful in some parts o f
Canada that in order to tell a first-class
lie the sportsman has to swear he
didn’t catch any.