The Weekly register. (Savannah, Ga.) 1874-18??, August 21, 1875, Image 1

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* - ~jL . .. *'' OTTO HUBBAIID, VOLUME I. W Rcmliny mailer an every Vaye. [From t lie Macon TolujjittpU A. Mcspi*ii#cr:l JUDGMENTS. A U. WATSON. 11 1 dhoiiUl ever u;eL to licavcu, The whi(J I ever humbly pray And through the Lord God’n grace 1 may I think among tho Christ forgiven I’ll find some souls there that were shriven, Far gone upon the other way. But if God'* justice sure and swift Should doom my sinful soul to hell- And Christ knows I deserve it well 1 11 find there some who missed their shall, A moment ere tho clouds wore rift God's law of mercy to reveal. Wo think one dead and gone to bliss, Another dead and gone to bale. Wo judge them by the filmy veil They threw around their lives, and miss Discernment of what inward is To make or mar, if ill or well Indgo not lest ye be judged, was taitl Yet we go .judging all t ho day With judgments that are guctses. Stay Our longues we will not, while are sped Our thoughts in subtle quickness, red With hottest wrath our foes to flav. Dear Christ! until we learn to say If this or that be wrong or right- Poor gropers in God’s radiant light l each us to tnctid the faults which lay A jreat strong bar in our own way To that celestial radiance bright. 'A hich robes the perfect form of truth And then, with mutclcss eyes, we'll see And then may say with tongues cut free Phis deed is good or that, in sooth Is act for very sorest ruth : And judge, nor heed if judged wo be MAI) IN SPITE of H I MSN /, l “Everything goes wrong,"said Mr. Tripler, laying down Ids knife and fork with the face of a martyr. There are some people in the world with whom “ everything seems chronically to go wrong—there are some whose lirsl infantine wail is ut tered in the minor key, and who go on lamenting through life ; and of (his much abused class Mr. Nathan Triplet’ was a burning and a shining light, “What’s the matter, dear ques tioned Mrs. Triplet’, who sat opposite her husband with a round eyed baby on her knee, and two or three little ones clamoring for their share of the matutinal meal on either side of her. Mrs. Triplet’ was a trim, neatly made little woman, with blue eyes and flaxen hair—a woman who might have been pretty, could she have di vested herself of a certain frightened, apprehensive look r" ’• ■.■■■ 1 ice whenever ltd V-u'dspoke <w ,b*i -\g”.!Lhf toi, m ■ ty am, baud had never either , , • used coercive measures, but h hen a man begins to find fault, a woman never is easy in her mind lest some domestic screw should he waxing loose “I can't 'cat a mouthful, Dorothy, croaked Mr. Triplet - , dolefully. “Such cookiug! and such food ’. You may as well turn that new cook of yours iuto the street at oitce. “But, Nathan, I—l am very sorry, but I cooked the breakfast myself, dear, this morning. Isn’t it nice ?" “Nice? Yes—very nice- for those who can digest leather and drink dish-water.” “The biscuits are fresh and hoi. Nathan.’’ “I don t want to he poisoned with hot bread. ■‘And I thought the steak was un usually lender. No reply- Mr. Triplet’ had folded his arms and was gazing with an ex pression of abstracted despair at the ceiling. “Will you have another cup ol eot fee?” timidly questioned his wile. “Coflee ? Is that coffee '! Really 1 thought it was hot water that had got into the urn by mistake !” “I will order some fresh made, said Mrs. Triplet’, with her hand on Che bell-rope. •‘You will do no suoli tiling,nut am, it'you please,” said Mi. Tripler,short ly. -My appetite is completely tie slroyed.” “Will you have ail egg boiled ? “No.’’ ‘•There's some very nice ham in the pantry.” “I dare say—there always is when 1 don't want it." “1 am very soiry, Nathan, ’ said poor little Mrs. Tripler, despairingly. Yes she was sorry, this faithful, much enduring wife; nor did the frequent repetition of this domestic storm at all abate her penitence and sense of guilt. Some women would have got accustomed to the daily dis turbance aud thrown it oil' as a robin easts the dew-drops from her wing. Not so Dorothy Tripler. She was too sensitive, too conscientious, too delicately organized to laugh oil' her troubles as some surface deep charac ters would have done. So when her husband had departed,still grumbling under his breath, as lie slammed the door, she leaued her throbbing head upon one weary little hand and mur mured softly to herself, “Oh, I wish Nathan was different!” Then, as if sho had uttered high treason, she started to her feet,cheek ing the sensation of repining, and be gan industriously to prepare the three apple-checked, tow-headed little Trip lers for school. “It’s Monday morning and Nathan don’t like them to be too late,” thought the meek-spirited wife. Meanwhile Mr. Tripler was slowly walking down the path through the wild aud solitary glen that led to the road where, twice a day, the Lend ville stage rolled by, conveying pas sengers to the train at Martin’s Sta tion. It was cheaper to live in the country, aud so Mr. Tripler lived Issued Every Saturday, at 15? Bay Street, at SI.OO Per Annum. there, although, as Car as actual tastes went, he didn't know a buttercup from a burdock. As Nathan trudged along, think ing how best to get rid of some troublesome shares of railway sl.ock that wer. sinking uncomfortably on his hands, lie suddenly became con scious ol llie presence of a man, stout ami middle-aged, with a head us smooth and shining as a billiard ball, who'was sitting on a boulder ol moss-grown stone just where the pathway merged into the Lemlville road. “Good moruiug, sir, said I lie stranger. “Have a seat * Mr. L’ripier had no very strung social elements in his nature, so lie stilly inclined his head and kept on his way. But the first he knew two iron grasps weie on his shoulder, lie felt himself twirled uuddc i'v round, like a human humming top, oid seat ed with more force than was exactly agreeable on the boulder. ‘•What do you mean—" ‘•Dear me'.' suddenly interrupted this uncomfortable companion, “what a very nice hat you have. Now, what do you say to exchanging hats? Mine is a very nice straw, but I lind it’s somehow healing to the brain." on are quite welcome, sir." lal terml the tremulous Nathan, speaking all the more rapidly in that the freak isli maniac had already deftly affect ed the change. ‘•And your coal, Loo—nice cool linen. Upon my word, now, that coat is infinitely preferable Lo Ibis swallow-tailed concern of mine, with the brass buttons. Yes—it fits me very nicely. I hope you don’t object sir, to the accommodation ?” “N— 110! faltered Sir. Tripler. “Well, good morning,” naid tlie stranger, looking round with a be - air. “I don't really see where my chief orderly is—l told him lo be here precisely at nine o’clock—and everything will be in confusion it I don't attend to it per - sonally.” He plunged into the green, dense fastnesses ot the woods, Talking rest lessly to himselt as he went, and Mr. Nathan Tripler was left sains in a coarse straw bat and a coat of coarse okftb. n ui/tiol with.liUL'c ’ >/•no dy bniitancc was * A iderably tarnished. “Dear me, what a figure I cut,’ groaned Mr. Tripler, eyeing himself with disgust. “I must go directly home and get on something decent. A man would be hooted through the streets of New York if lie ventured to make his appearance in such a costume as this r lie rose, brushed away the chill drops of perspiration from his lore head, and was just replacing the crimson silk pocket haiikerchief in its resting place when he was sudden ly grasped from behind and thrown skillfully upon the ground. “Well, we vc coleli you at last, my hearty,” said a burly man who stood over him, while another man had bound both bis bands and feet to gellier before he could find words or breath to remonstrate. “Y r ou thought \ou was goiu’ to give us tlie slip, liey ' Come, it isn't worth while to cup up like that, you know, unless you want tlie strait jacket brought out.” “Strait jacketgraped Triplet’, “what do 1 want of a strait jacket “Nothing; unless you behave yourself unruly like. Steady, then ! Tom, bring up the wagon. “Where arc you taking me to ?” remonstrated our hero, as he was tumbled into a one horse wagon. “To the asylum to be sure, where you’ll have been two hours ago if you hadn’t been a little too spry lor tbo stage-driver and your keeper.” Light began to dawn on the troubled chaos of Mr. Tripier’s much bewildered mind. “It’s all a mistake, my good fel lows—a ridiculous mistake,” lie ex claimed, “I’m not a mad man!" “No, of course’ not; we know you’re not,”, responded the larger of the two, with a wink at his compan ion—“ Drive on, Tom.’’ “But I am not, indeed; you are mistaking mo for somebody else—a man who just forced mo to exchange hats and coats with him, and went down into the woods—he is the mad man!” “Oh, no—l guess not,’ said the big keeper, witli a fearful attempt at pleasant irony. “My good men, you are laboring under some very singular delusion,” remonstrated the victim, trying to speak plainly between the jolting of the wagon and his own excitement. “I am Mr. Nathan Tripler, of No.—, John street.” “Oh, Yes,” said the keeper, light ing a cigar, “yesterday you was Napoleon Bonaparte, aud to-day you’re Nathan Tripler, aud to mor row—likely as not—you’ll be the king ol the Sandwich Islands. I’ve heard this kind o’ talk afore.” Tripler’s heart began to stand still with undefined horror. Was this a hideous dream ? or was he to be act ually immured within the high stone walls ol the asylum he had so often walked past with a feeling of dread and horror beyond all description, the life-long victim of some scarce credible mistake ? In rain he rea soned, argued, protested; his words fell on the unheeding ears of his two SAVANNAH, GA., SATURDAY, AUGUST 21, 1875. conductors like drops of rain patter ing oil the stony surface of Table Hock, until at length he was carried— more dead than alive—info a narrow apartment at the end of a long row of similar ones. It was lighted and ventilated by an iron grating in the door, with a cor responding window high up on the wall, and furnished with only a nar row couch and a stand built into the wall ; and there, Mr. Nathan Trip* ler, released from his confining bonds, was left lo enjoy the uninterrupted society of his own cheerless iiieuita liuiis. “It can t be possible! 1 must be asleep and dreaming!” thought Na than. But it was possible, and lie never was wider awake in his life! Toward evening, a pitcher of wafer and a piece of bread were dealt out to him. Mr. Triplcr ate it under a sort of mental protest to relieve l ie gnawing sensation of faintness that was at his vitals. “What would I give for one of Dorothy's hot biscuits,” thought the wretched captive. “My poor little Dorotb) ! I have been too bard upon lier Suppose—-just suppose I should die without being able to tell how ashamed I am of haring been such a briiti!” It was not the dry bread that choked Nathan Triplet' just then—it was the humiliating sense of his own sius and short comings. Next morning it was bread and water again. Nathan thought of Dorothy’s despised coffee and griuii bled at steak. “Ive deserved it," thought Na than ; “there’s no mistake about that- Poor, darliug little D irotliy! liolv her heart is aching for me now. I wish I could stroke down her hair just once. Oh, its hard to be treated so, even though 1 know I'm served exactly right. If I ever get out of this hole alive, Dorothy will find me a changed man." The confused current ol thought was just eddying vaguely through bis mind when there was a sound ol steps and voices in the long corridor without. “I suppose' they're goin_ to pul on I’i slru ' r ",i r,': ‘ . (, ?ls :etl a „ .■here s nothing ter for me i, en dure. 1 don't think I’m mad; but how long 1 shall hold out sane under these interesting circumstances is rather a doubtful question.” Hut Mr. Tripler was mistaken about tlie strait waistcoat—it was his keeper instead, accompanied by two or three gentleman—all profuse in apologies and sympathetic ejacula tions. “.Such a mistake! said one old gentleman, with a bald head. “So awkward for you, my dear sir! ’ said another middle-aged gentle man, with a Homan nose. “But entirely unintentional, I assure you, sir,” chimed in a third. While Mr. Tripler looked vaguely from one lo another he said, — “Then I'm not mad, it seems ?" lie demanded. “Not a particle, sir! cried the three committee men in chorus. “Oh!” said Mr. Tripler, “I’m glad lo hear it!” Then the committee proceeded to iulorui their involuntary guest how the mistake had happened by which his identity had been colbuudod with that of' his mysterious acquaintance of the woods. “We are very sorry,” said the first commiUco-uiau, shaking Mr. Triplet's hand as if it had been the town pump. “So am 1,” said Mr. Tripler, laconically. “Here is your hat aud coat, sir,” said the second committee-man. “We had great difficulty in getting them away from our poor friend in the Incurable Ward, who fancied they were the last dying bequest of President Lincoln.” “Aud anything we can do to make any atonement for the awkward mistake would be a pleasure,’’ said the third; while the keeper eyed Mr. Tripler dubiously, as if not altogether certain but that lie was a little mad after all. When Mr. Nathan Tripler reached his home, all was the wildest griof aud confusion there. Dorothy had had the whole vicinage ransacked, and was now in hysterics in the nursery. Nathan walked straight in, aud put both arms around her. “Here I am, Dottie!” Don't cry auy more.” But Mrs. Tripler cried more than ever. “It’s only a dream,'' she sobbed forth, “Nathau is dead.” “No, I’m not dead,' said Mr. Tripler, with a grim sense of humor, “only I’ve been mad. Aud quieting his wife’s sobs after a while, he told her all liis adventures. “And now is dinner ready !” he asked, “for I'm as hungry as a boar.” “I haven't a thing in the house fit to oaf, Nathan dear/’ wailed his wife. “I don’t care if it’s uothiug but dry bread aud molasses, Dottie,” said the husbaud. “I can tell you that asylum took some of the nonsense out of me. 1 shall never grumble again, don’t be afraid.” And Dorothy brightened up. It was the first time he had called her “Dottie,'’ or spoken so tenderly, iiuce their honeymoon was in its crescent glow. lie adhered to his good resold lions—he never did grumble again. The asylum had done him genuine good ! lie F vkmiai. —lie wail a stogy looking man. one eye swelled shut, one finger badly bitten, coat torn down the back, hat gone, and his good eye having a wild look. He "was a farmer; and he bad come in u ilh some produce, sold it for cash hjwii. a id sold his cash lor whisky, 'tf'v'ouiid in an alley, ugly drunk, ’’ the court. “Well, I leel mean enough about it,” replied the prisoner. “Wauled lo have a good time, oil!" v “Yes” “And 1 guess you had one! You look purty, you do, Mr. Kuiubo! You look nice lo go home to your wife and children.” “I made a Tool of myself. ” “And I'm glad lo hear you own the corn. You were as ugly as a Ma lay when the police brought you in, but as you are all bunged up, repeut uit and forty dollars out of pocket I'm going to let you go home.'' “Much obliged.” "Ts your wife an innocent-minded woman, Mr Uambo ! That is, does she alwavs believe everything you vJ a J say? ■ “Yes, sir, most always.’’ “Well, now, when you reach home you tell her that you were down to the ferry dock to see the little steam ers canter back and forth over the foaming billows; when four tugs and a propeller ran into your bows and almost stove you to pieces. v “Yes, sir, I will.” "And she'll believe it? “She will. "Well, go out. Tut beef on your eye, salve on your linger, mu your f ee for a hat, and when you coiue to Rfetroit again see if you can't keep ffiom making a fool of yourself.''— Detroit Free Press. Co.ui OUT Kia.OW STAIUS.- House Iviping, as a line arl, requires, more i, 'e-a-brac, or f % lor luxu If T '* vauts. A- >* % seven at > ,i rreat I ;'_esfs. where clothe*;, shoes, and bed i.ng can Ire neatly stored, instead of Uttering the closets. But, unfortu nately. homely comforts such as these have been overlooked by the very housekeepers who welcome with de light Chinese eabiuets and Italian fire screens. This ought they to liavo done, no doubt, but not surely to have left the other undone.—“llome and Society; —Scribner for August. Gi.n iNi. in Ai.ii.ad.—A man who has an office ou Griswold street was handed a hill the other day by a boy employed as collector for a firm. He looked it over, put bis thumb into bis vest pocket, and remarked: “Collie in Wednesday and I will pay it." The boy went away, but returned Tuesday and again presented the bill. ■ “Didn't 1 tell you to come Wednes day?” growled tlie man its be looked over the bill. “Yes sir, but I know of two more collectors who arc coming lor you to-morrow, and 1 tlioiujdil I'M -ret in ahead..' The man oould offer no I’uther ub jeclious.—Detroit Free Press. His Honoi: and Hi m. —“Only one more summer mouth,” remarked liis Honor as he hung up liis cane and stood his hat in the corner. “Yes, we are passing away—-pas sing away,” sighed Bija, ’wiping tiie dew from behind liis cars.” “It won’t be long before certain people that I know of will be laid away, and they’ll have to answer for some tar nal mean things.” His Honor looked at the old jan itor-.. I Bijah looked out the window at a yjog dragging a hone. The clerk silently gazed at the gor geous new water-cooler. “Mr. Joy, let this prisoner in,” said his Honor at last, in a <piiet voice—a voice betraying the laet that lie would hide liis time to get even.— Detroit Free Press. Consciousness of unbelief is a sign of actual faith, lufulels are never troubled with unbelief. Dead men never feel cold. Frozen feet never ache. And a soul given up to un godliness, and bound hand and foot in sin, has no trouble with unbelief. The pig was thus written up by a Georgia hoy: “The pig is about as big as a sheep, only a pig’s wool isn’t good for making stockings of. Why is a pig like a tree? Because he roots. That is a conundrum. A pig washes himself in the mud. A pig has four legs, one under each corner of liis body. They pickle pig's feel, but not until the pig is done using ‘cm. A pig squeals awful when it rains, also when you pull his tail. A pig has got a first-rate voice for squealing, and he grunts when lie feels good. You cau’t make a whistle of a pig's tail, ‘cos it is crooked. Why is a pig like Tommy Grant? ’Cos lie’s got his nose in everybody's business. This is another conundrum, which is all 1 knoAV about the pig.” Conscience is the chamber of justice. Tin: Liusi i.'i oi liui We would suggest lo many parents who are perplexed with the difficulty of finding the wherewithal to amuse and interest their boys, to give their lads every opportunity of acquiring a mechanical trade. The industry and ingenuity of a hoy of average ability, says the Scientific American, may fie easily made to furnish him with a never failing source of amusement of the best order. The boy who can produce or make something, already begins to feel that lie is somebody in the world, that acliievineut of a re suit is nut a reward reserved for grown people only. Vml (lie educa tion of miud, ear, and hand, which this use of tools and mechanical up pliauccs furnishes, is of a great and real values beyond tlie time. Having nothing to do is a great snare lo the young as it is to tlicT full grown; and no greater benefit can be conferred on youth than to convert time now wasted, and often worse than wasted, into means of pleasant recreation and mental improvement. The boy whose time and nnnd arc now occupied with marbles and kites, may be a AY alts. Morse, or a lies seiner, in embryo; and it is certainly an easy matter to turn his thoughts and musings into a channel which shall give full scope to their faculties. To most boys the use of mechanical tools is the most fascinating of'all oc cupations. As logic and mathematics have a value beyond accuracy in argument and correct solution of problems, in that they teaeli men the habit of using their reflecting powers systematically, so carpentry, turning, and other arts, are of high importance. These occu pations teach boys to think, to pro ceed from initial causes lo results, and not only to understand the na ture and duty ol the mechanical pow ers. but to observe their effects, and to acquire knowledge by actual ex periment, which is the best wav of learning anything. All the theories culled out of books leave an impress on flic mind and memory which is sligli! compered to that of llm fcrac fical <\ jricuce of the true mechanic., 4 Oiij'i ' is. to all wk. h ive jyhtyjjf . ijy_> |V>}' 8: VS -iii . 'at,e, o. a set I carpel*'*', , '■ ! \ *;> k ' give their mind a turn toward tiic solid ana useful side of life. You will soon see the result in increased activity of their thinking capabilities, and the direction of their ideas to ward practical results; and, sfill more obviously, in the avoidance of idle mischief and nousense (to omit all reference to absolute wickedness and moral degradation 1 which are. to too great an extent, the pastime oft.be generation whieii is to succeed us. CoxYiaiSATioN.- Among home amusements the best is the good old habit of conversation, the talking over the events of the day, the bright and quick play of wit and fancy, (he story which brings the laugh, and the speaking the good and kind and true things, which all have in their heart. It is not so much by dwelling upon what members of the family have in common, as by bringing each to the other something interesting and amusing, that home life is to be in; !e cheerful and joyous. Each one mus do his part to make conversation ge nial and happy. We are too ready to converse with newspapers and books, to seek some companion at the store, hotel, or club room, and to for get that Home is anything more than a place to sleep ;; J in. The re vival of eonversat; . the entertain ment ol one another, as a roomful of people will entertain themselves, is one secret of a happy home. Wliere cvcr it is wanting disease lias struck into the root of the tree; there is a want which is felt with increasing force as time goes on. Conversation in many cases prevents many people from relapsing into utter selfishness at tlieir firesides. This conversation should not simply occupy husband and wife, and other members of tlie fam ily, but extend itself to the children. Parents should Ire careful to talk with them, to enter into their life, to share their trifles, to assist in tlieir studies, to meet them in the thoughts and feeliugs-of tlieir childhood. It is a great step in education, when around tlie evening lamp are gathered the dif eveut members of a large family, sharing their occupations with one another, the elder assisting the young er, each one contributing to the en tertainment of the other, and all feel ing that the evening has passed only too rapidly away. This is the truest and best amusement. It is the health education of great and noble charac tors. There Is the freedom, the breadth, the joyousness of natural life. The time spent thus by parents, in the higher entertainment ol' their children, bears a harvest of eternal blessings. —Churchman. “Tm particularly uneasy on this point,"' said the fly to the young gen tleman who stuck him on the point of a needle. A California paper says: “i'hc milkmen of San Francisco have formed a mutual aid association. One holds the can while another pumps.” It was a Connecticut editor who wrote, “Is there a balm in Gilead?” and read next day, “Ts there a barn in Guilford?” lYupi'ictoi NUMB UR 51. FALLS HOUSE, Toecoa City, Ga. 'Tills Sl’AC'IOl s HOTEL, HAVING HI I 1 finished and ncvrly fu mi* lied throughout, 1 now open for tho m > oimnodatioii of the travcliir public;* Mr. Tho.-. Little, formerly of the Calm *I Ho Hotel, at Gainesville, Ga . will he hi.-hl' "ratified to meet hi- numerous fiic-ud? and fourn : customer*at his lun~e. No paint- or expense will tie snared to make -nests couforlahloami at lioim TIG *MA* I • 'I u 1 1 Davenport JHoif e ! TOCCOA CITY, GA. 'I 1 HIS LA KG K AM* COMMuDiOI lioj I 1 I opened July J. is,:.. It is situated in mica the healthiest localitic - in Northeast Ge.ur-ia, e> tho Atlanta aiul Hi' lmnmd Air l ine Railway, me 1 the nearest point to Toecoa Falls, TalliM.-Jj' l all and Noccoociicc \ alh-y. Our Hotel is new >* ■ Furniture new : all the i>• *m- plastered and mal! furnished: GOO leer of verandah : large airv hall; fifty yards Irom depot. Can accommodate < - hundred and tweuf. live per-ms Tcnu mo rale. jyn-tr s. v. dam:\tui: i THE DARIEN GAZETTE A Paper o: the SAVANNAH MEKCIIAM TO ADVE RTISE 1N JT is published i:\ FKY FRIDAY iv ic., , Mclutosh County. Go i-ni The Gazette is one ~! in- v-t adverti-in: mm. diuuif in the bliite. irculales in all the tnufit i counties. Advertisin' rates low. Sui,-i; 5U pi r annum Ult IIA RD \V. f.KI lit; Editor and I‘ropi i'lcr H. 11. Ill* UAun-i'N A Cos.. Daiieu. Ga Asicut- - . Savannah, Ga ,v.;i it I\ K. A E. V. MASTERS. PRACTICAL GAS AND STEAM FITTERS, .VXD PLUMBER 30| wnrr vicKii stuli.t, Uctwi'cn Broughton ami State SlieU SAVANNAH. GA. Sewer Connections. \Ve arc acquaint 'd with thu exat i I • i.t of all the UNFINISHED sewer connections of !!< Broughton street Sewer, and partic- dt>i: in- i-> connect with these uufinirhed emm, ctum or cither to make new one-, would do well to eon* milt us. _ octn-ti G. A. COHTINO, Hair (Ti(fiii£, Hair Dressing, G'lJ |,LI N& s a > v i < m >v Tut; * i- 9 T’lantui' - ’ " i(; * |1,,,4;E Kruno Lo u 1 ■JfcrC. 30 x.-t jbl; ii, A 11. A BUIUTIERT A BRf 188 Bryan Street, K KLl* CONSTANTLY ON HAND AND SLUM tu tlieir customer- I resit Bread, Cukes. Mrs, I'lc. Ijic.nl <:■!:■ cred lo any port of Hu city, (live us a trial. icCii 11 the traee OF Middle Florida! Thu attention of business men is called to tie. fact that tho WEEKLY ( OXSTITL’TP)\ a live, uncoinproinisiii- Democratic journal, pul iisheda' MonticcHo, j- durson county. Florida, i a representative journal of tho property, intelli gence and business of .-aid Statu, and has a fine circulation, especially in all the counties of Mid die Florida, and in Tlomias and IJrooks couutiv of Southern Georgia. The trade of Jcll'ersou and neighboring counties i- valualil and can be se cured to Savannah by uif" • and no betu i medium of commuui- ui m .-at ■ • selected than the “('onstitution.' JsS’°AdvurtisemeiM- ii.-e; ted a uasonulde rater considering circulation and inlluencc. Address. F. ' FJ LDKs. aug7-tf donticelio. Fla DR. BEST. DENTIST. //•'> Co)tf/rcss *sy., Savanna/t, 6V. Ma\ be gonsl i.tku daily on tili iastest invented and unequalled patent- IV•: mounting Artificial Teeth. From one tooth ton complete set of mineral iucorrodable teeth, ot exquisite shape, workmanship, lightlies ;md purity, made and fitted up in a few hours with perfect accuracy anil early comfort, without wires, springs or clasps, and with such inimita ble resemblance to nature ns to prevent detection. Satisfaction in all brauehes inevitable. Terms: Cash. Prices Low. augV-tf Talto Notice, 1 I ANY OT MY FRIENDS HAVE CHAIRS ! 1 which need to be i;e-cankd. will make tin same known at the shoe store of Mr. Geo, T. Nichols, on Congre-s street: Mr. -1111111 T Glatigny, 011 Slate street near Bull, or ai the stoic of Messrs, llctdt, Jartlon .Y Go., I will call for them at their houses, ami be very glad to uct the work. Vcrv HcHpeetfully, E. UEKBIHtI OLMSTEAD WHOLES A LE HOOTS, SHOES, AND HATS, C. W. BRUNNER, The Only Exclusively Wholesale Boot, Shoe and Hat Concern in Savannah. 11l CONGRESS STREET. CASH inif PROMPT tune buyers arc invited to cs amine my stock before pur chasing. deco tf MRS. LYELL. Formerly of 15 and IT South Howard, having lo cated at No, 11! 8. E. Comer St. Paul ami Saratotra Sts., Million 1 , Mil., h now fully Im paved to accommodate PERMANENT, TRANSIENT & TABLE BOARDERS And solicits ft continuation of the patronage be stowed heretofore by her numerous friends. (!. w. parish; Manufacturer of PL.OWS, Wrought-fron, Cast-Iron and Sted Agricultural Implements. WAGONS, CARTS, TRUCKS. 190 and 192 St. Julian St., Savannah, Ga. Agout for tlie Chapman Cotton fret?. marW-ly