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VOL. I.
DRUG STORE.
J. W. BRINS N & CO >1
DEMISTS,
Wrightsville, Georgia.
Have on hand a complete stock of Drug*
and all other article ' kept in a
I’lratOi ass
•
Drug _ Store,
Which they aie selling at prices to suit the
times, and are prepared to fill all orders and
prescriptions on the shortest possible notice.
Db. J. W. BH1NSON continues to prac
tice bis profession in its various bruucos.
Office at the Drug Store.
W. B. MELL & CO.,
Wholesale and retail dealers in
SADDLES, BRIDLES, HARNESS,
Rubber mul Reallter
BELTING AND PACKING,
Frenoh and America < Cull Skins, S-le, Har¬
ness, Bridle and Patent Leather,
WH.PS and SADDI.ERY WARE,
TRUNKS, VALISES,
Market Squ ire, Savannah, 6a.
Orders by mail promptly attended to.
A. M. MATHIS,
Tennille, Ga.
Horss-Shoeing a Specialty.
All work intrmted to my care wid receive
prompt, satisiaction a,tent,on. Charges reasonable anti
guaranteed in every instance.
SMITH’S HOTEL,
W. J. M. SMITH, Agent.
ifrightsTille, Georgia.
Having lately undergone thorough repairs,
this Hotel is prepared to accommodate the
public with the finest the market affords. The
highest market prices paid for country produc e
Miss Anna R, McWhorter,
Wrightsville, Ga.,
Keeps on hand a nice selection of
Millinery aii Faun Goods
SUCII AS
LADIES’ HATS, RIBBONS.
FLOWERS and TRIMMINGS,
In endless variety; also a nice assortment of
latest patterns, etc., all lor sale as cheap as
the cheapest. I am also prepared to cut, fit
and make dresses at short notice. Call on me
before purchasing elsewhere.
Z. SMITH,
Six miles from Tennille, on Wrightsville Road
Is now prepared to make and repair
Wagons, Carts, Plows, Etc,
I keep constantly on hand a largo stock of
Plows and Chairs, which 1 am selling at
reasonable rates.
J. T. & B. J. DENT,
Eight miles west of Wrightsville, Ga.
Keep constantly on hand a fine assortment
of Pare
L f quors, Brandies, Wines, Ales, Lager,
Etc., etc.; also Tobacco, Cigars, Candies.
Pickles, Oysters, Sardines, and a
lull line ol lamily
GROCERIES!
All ol which we will sell at inside figures.
Give us a trial. Respectfully,
J. T. & B. J. DENT.
A. J. BRADDY & SON,
Wrightsville, Ga
BLACKSMITH SHOP.
A specialty ol Plantation Work. Wagons
Buggies, etc., made and repaired.
Plows and Plow-Stocks of all kinds, and
every kind of Wood and Iron Work done by
A. J. BRADDY & SON,
_Wrightsville, Ga.
John A. Shivers & Son
Tennille, Ga.,
Are now prepared to build, repair and
overhaul
Carriages, Buggies,Wa&oos, &c.
JQg— We al*o moke » specialty ol One
Horse Wagon*;
WRIGHTSVILLE, GA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1880.
There is a Natural Body.
Immortal is my iriend, X know;
Not summer’s turi nor winter’s snow
Nor depth of earth could turn to naught
So much ol lile and love'and thought.
And yet that form I did intrust
To kindred earth, tha dust to dust,
And thither still my thoughts will tend,
As it to And my vanished triend.
Sacred the robe, the faded glove,
Once worn by one we used to love;
Dead warriors in their armor live,
And in their relics saints survive;
And there I tenderly laid down
The hands that fondly clasped my own—
The eyes that knew and answered mine
With many a meaning, loving sign—
The lips iumiliar with my name,
That lreely called me and I came—
The beast that harbored all good-will,
The loviug heart now cold and still.
Ob, sheltering earth, henceforth defend
All thou hast garnered ot my friend
Against the wintry tempest’s beat,
Against the summer’s scorching heat.
Witli.n thine all-embracing breast
Is hid one more forsaken nest,
While in the sky, with folded wings,
The bird that left it sits and sings.
— Scribner’s Magazine.
Their Two Summerings.
Rose Ellis, with eyes as blue as the
June sky that was smiling down on the
fair earth that lovely morning, and hair
as palely gold as the first rays ot early
sunshine, and a face as pink and fair as
ever maiden’s face was. And Vera, her
elder sister, tall, with beautiful, serious,
gray eyes under jetty brows, with lus¬
trous jet-black hair, all waves and rip¬
ples from her broad, low forehead to
the Grecian eoii low at the back of her
classic head—the two of them, sisters,
standing under the big chestnut tree at
the lane gate, reading a letter, that one
of the farm hands had just brought
from the village postcifice, along with a
bundle of weekly papers— a letter whose
envelope was heavily monogramed and
crested, that was written on faintly-per¬
fumed, cream-white paper, in a square,
beautiful band, and signed Cornelia
Caryl, and dated Newport, a day before.
Rose's blue eyes danced as slie read it,
and she eiasped flier hands in a little
ecstatic way she was in the habit of doing
when she was pleased.
“ Vera, it is just too splendid for any¬
thing! Aunt Cornelia is just too good
isn’t she? Of course it will be you—
it should bo you! When shall you go?
Only think—a month at Newport?”
Vera folded the letter slowly up again,
a smile ctming to her royally beautiful
mouth.
“ I am not sure it is I who will ac¬
haven’t been away from the farm for
three years, Rose—not since we all
spent the delicious week in the Catskills.
I am very sure it is you who will go to
auntie’s cottage at Newport, dear. I
hope so.”
Rase laughed gaily.
“What an idea, Vera! Indeed, I
shall not even think of such nonsense.
You’re the beauty of the family; you
will go and create a sensation, and come
Home with a photograph of my future
brother-in-iaw in your pocket—hand¬
some, wealthy, elegant and—a German
count, or a French duke, or an English
lord, just as like as not. Maybe a Rus¬
sian prince! Of course you’ll go, my
Princess Vera!”
Vera laughed—she could not help it—
at the comical little way in which Rose
salaamed to her—veritably a princess by
royal right of loveliness, and grace, and
womanliness.
“ Honor bright, Rose, wouldn’t you
like to go?”
The serious gray eyes looked in the
sunny blue eyes, and then a tiny flush
began to warm to a deeper lusciousness
on the wild-rose cheeks.
“That’s not fair, Vera. That’s what
I should emphatically call a leading
question. Do you want to go, too?”
“ And under what head do you place
your inquiry, I should like to know?”
Rose tossed her pretty head imperi¬
ously, with alight laugh.
“ I won’t be catechised, but Aunt Cor¬
nelia’s letter must be answered, all the
same, by return mail, according to re¬
quest. We will decide whether you are
to go or not—this way.”
She stooped and picked up a shining
little pebble from the edge of the flower¬
bed, and went through some mysterious
motions with her hapds behind her,
then held out two tightly-closed, dim¬
,
pled fists.
“Take your choice, Vera. If you get
the stone, you go. Vice versa. That’s
fair enough, isn’t it?”
Vera reached out her finger daintily,
and—touched the fortunate hand, while
Rose gave a little shriek of delight.
“ Now—now! Of course you’ll be in¬
troduced to my brother-in-law—the
couni, or the duke, or the lord I Let’s
go right back, and while I rip up the
Swiss suit to make it over, with pink
and blue Silesia, for one of your toilets,
you can answer the letter. To-morrow,
we’ll go to the city and spend the forty
dollars, butter-and-egg money, we’ve
saved, and on Thursday, the seventh,
you will start on your tour of con¬
quest.
But—somehow there were tears, in¬
stead of smiles, in Princess Vera’s gray
eyes.
“ Was there ever another such an un¬
selfish, darling little sister as you?
Rose! Rose! I hope for your sake there
ill bj the fabulously rich, elegaffi
brother-in-law, that he may repay you
by taking you " wherever you may wish
to go!”
And saucy little Rose opened her blue
eyes in well-simulated indignation.
“Theidea! As if I don’t intend pos
sessing my own brother-in-law—of—
yours, to take me whence 1 please!
Thank you, Miss Ellis! and don’t be
patronizing because you happen—
merely happen—to be going to New¬
port.”
A week later, Vera Ellis was en route
for Mrs. Caryl’s villa, with a trunk full
of lovely dresses, that had not cost so
much in money as in art, and taste, and
ingenuity; and Rose, quite lonesome
and forlorn, stood leaning over the lane
gate, under the shade of the big horse*
sj.. .at—just as an elegant little phseton
and coai-black pony went by, with the
very handsomest gentleman in it that
Rose’s blue eyes had ever seen; eyes
that opened a little wider than ever as
the pony condescended to be reined in
beside the gate, and the gentleman
touched his hat courteously.
“I beg your pardon, but is this Squire
Ellis’ place?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, with an aggra¬
vating little flush on her face.
- And is this Miss Ellis?”
3 I am Miss Rose. My sister has just
gone away to Newport,” stie could not
help adding, with a certain little pride
she realized, the moment she said it,
was egregiously silly.
Evidently the handsome stranger
thought it amusing, for he smiled faintly
with his mouth, while his eyes were
overflowing with merriment.
“So I am just too late, then. I am
Victor Lennox—a friend of your aunt—
Mrs. Caryl—and she delegated to me the
pleasant privilege of escorting Miss Ellis
to Newport.”
Rose laughed—her own especial, be¬
wildering, sweet little laugh.
“ You’ve missed your privilege by
just eight hours, Mr. Lennox. If you
wili drive up to the house, I am very
sure papa and mamma will thank you
for your good intentions.”
A horse’s head was never turned
quicker than Victor Lennox’s black
pony’s.
“I certainly wish no ' thanks, Miss
Rose, but I think an apology is due Miss
Ellis’ parents for my stupid awkward
ness in misunderstanding my orders.”
Rose wakled demurely beside the car¬
riage, so lithe, girlish, graceful, so
saucy-sweet, til t it was liitle wonder
Mr. Lennox felt resigned to his fate.
“Vera would have been delighted, I
daresay,”she said, politely. “ She went
entirely alone, butl daresay auntie will
have some one meet her at Fall River, as
we telegraphed she was unaccompanied.
I suppose she will have a splendid time. ’
And almost unconsciously a little sigh
followed her words.
“ Yes; well I don’t know. Newports’
all very well, if one like3 a continual
round of excitement and gaiety. For
myself, I prefer the country—such a
quiet, romantic place as Miss Ellis has
left, for instance.”
Rose gave him an incredulous look.
“ I mean it. I am looking no w for a
place to spend the summer. After I had
taken Miss Ellis to her aunt, I should
have said au revoir, and rushed off to
the most rural place I could find. Do
you know this just suits me?”
And just then they reached the big,
cool, shady piazza. There motherly
Mrs. Ellis sat knitting, and the farmer
lay stretched comfortably on the grass
in frontof the door, taking his afternoon
siesta. And while, after the introduc¬
tion, Victor Lennox asked many and
interested questions about the accom¬
modations of the neighborhood for sum¬
mer boarders, little fair-haired Rose
was wondering what it was that made
her feel as she had never before felt in
her life.
And the upshot of it was 'that Mr.
Victor Lennox took up his abode in the
Ellis farmhouse, and Rose began to
know that for her life hadjust begun.
The delicious days went by, and, with
every succeeding one, they both knew
they loved each other, and before Vera’s
seventh semi-weekly letter had come,
containing the shyly-told news that slie
was engaged—not to a count, or a duke,
or a lord, but to St- John Rossitur, the
dearest, best, handsomest fellow in all
the world, a great friend and lifelong
acquaintance of Aunt Cornelia—little
June-sky-eyed Rose had her own sweet
secret to tell, too.
“ But I shan’t say a word by mail. He
will be here when you come home, and
then I’ll show you whether or not my
brother-ia law elect is as good, and
dear, and handsome as your brother-in
law of the future.”
The very earliest suggestion of the
coming autumn was in the evening air—
the perfect evening when Vera came
home, Mr. Rossitur with her, proud,
happy, certainly handsome, and—sur¬
prised, as Rose’s lover stepped forward
to be introduced, a quiet, merry smile in
Lis eyes as be extended his hand.
“How are you, old fellow? Glad
^' de,,d » *° 866 S' 00 *”
And Rossitur’s reply:
* I- ,ennos -i is R possible? Why well,
this is a surprise, and a most delightful
one - we thought you had gone home,
disgusted with America and all it con
tained "
And Rose looked at Vera, and Vera
at her—a little hushed, almost terrified,
look into Rose’s eyes.
Then Vera stroked and kissed her.
“ You have won a nobleman, my dar¬
ling, here in your quiet home; and you
were so determined it should be I. But
I am satisfied.”
“ And so am I; but it is all your fault.
Only suppose you had been here when
Victor came!”
Vera stroked the lovely fair hair.
“ I think it would have been just
same, my lady!”
And that was what became of their
summerings.
Famous Men and Cuts.
Our domestic favorites—cats—were
not highly thought of in the middle
ages. They were then looked on as
Satanic agents and were burned alive.
In Paris every St. John’s day a number
of the abhorred animals were heaped up
in baskets and bags in the Place de
Greve, to afford an auto-da fe, the sov¬
ereign himself setting tire to the pile.
The practice continued for a long time,
the last monarch who officiated in this
manner being Louis XIV. The perse¬
cutors of the feline race were, no doubt,
gnorantof the fact that cats had been
the object of superstitious veneration in
early times. In Egypt, for instance,
the cat was deified, as the patron of
liberty, and a similar respect was shown
it‘throughout nearly the whole of the
East. The Turks still regard “Tabby” as
the “cleanest”of animals; Mohammed
himself, indeed, having had a great lik
ing for cats, it is only natural that ail
good Mussulman “should profess the
same affection.
it is not in the East alone, however,
that the feline tribe have managed to
acquire a secure and recognized position
in society. Many great men have had
an inordinate fondness for cats. Riche¬
lieu’s special favorite was a splendid
Angora, his furry confidant’s usual rest¬
ing place being his eminence’s table,
among state documents, books, etc.
Montaigne used to obtain relaxation by
playing with hi3 eat. Colbert reared
hall a dozen cats in his private study,
and taught them, after a lengthy display
of patience, to perform all sorts of tricks.
Fontcuelle was very fond of cats, and
used to place a particular old “ Tom ”
in an armchair and deliver an oration
before him. We must not forget, too,
that felis catus supplied Perrault with
one of the most attractive subjects of
bis stories, and that under the pen of
this admirable story-teller, “ Puss in
Bools ” has become an example of the
power of work, industry and ability.
A promising youth recently surprised
his father by asking: “ Father, do you
like mother?” “ Why, yes, of course.”
“And she likes you?” “ Of course she
does.” “ Did she ever say so ?” * ’Many
a time, my son.” “ Did she marry you
because she loved you?” “Certainly
she did.” The boy carefully scrutinized
his parent, and, after a Jong pause,
asked: “ Well, was she as near-sighted
then as she is now?”
“I Acknowledge the Corn.”
This is the origin of the phrase “I
acknowledge the corn:” In 1828 Mr.
Stewart, a member of Congress, said in
a speech that Ohio, Kentucky and In¬
diana sent their haystacks, cornfields
and fodder to New York and Philadel¬
phia for sale.
Mr. Wickliffe, of Kentucky, called
him to order, declaring that those States
did not send haystacks or cornfields to
New York for sale.
“Well, what do you send?" asked
Stewart.
“Why, horses, mules, cattle and
hogs."
“Weil, what makes your horses,
mules, cattle and hogs? You feed one
hundred dollars’worth of hay to a horse,
You just animate and get upon the top
of your haystack and ride off to market,
How is it with your cattle? You make
one of them carry fifty dollars’ worth of
hay or grass to the Eastern market.
How much corn does it take, at thirty
three cents a bushel, to fatten a hog?”
“ Why, thirty bushels.”
“Then you put thirty bushe’s into the
shape of a hog and make it walk off to
the Eastern market.”
Then Mr. Wickliffe jumped up and
said: “Mr. Speaker, J acknowledge the
corn,’'
The Vocal Power ef Light and the
Statue of Memmon.
It is quite possible, says the Boston
Journal, that a singular phenomenon
connected with the famous statue of,
Memmon at Thebes, which has been the
cause of much speculation for centuries
finds a scientific solution in the paper
read by Professor Alexander Bell, on the
production and reproduction of sound
by means of light, before the American
association for the Advancement of
Science tho other evening. The discov¬
eries, Mr, Bell stated, were made by Mr.
Summer Tainter and himself. Their
researches show that all classes of mat¬
ter, with scarcely an exception, are sen
titive to vibrations of light. They have
found this sensitiveness in all metals,
rubber, paper, wood, mica and silvered
glass. The only substances which failed
were carbon and thin microscopic glass.
When the vibratory beam of light falls
upon these substances they emit sounds,
the pitch of which depends upon the
frequency of the vibratoiy change in the
light. By moans of this quality of light
they have spoken about 800 feet apart
and they believe there is no reason to
doubt that the results will ;be obtained
at whatever distance a beam ot light
can be flashed from one observatory to
another.
As is well known, the peculiar vocal
powers of the statue of Memmon are
noticed at sunrise, or soon after. The
sound resembles the twanging oi a
harp-string or the striking ot brass,
and in the lap of the statue is a stone,
which, on being [struck, emits a metal¬
lic sound. It is said that similar sounds
have been produced from stones by the
sun’s rays, and several of the scientific
men atcached to Bonaparte’s army in
Egypt have stated that they frequently
heard such a sound, always shortly after
sunrise, apparently issuing from one ol
the roof stones of the temple of Karnak.
Another observer says that in a neigh¬
boring temple he heard repeatedly a
sound like that of a harp-string from
some stone above him. This occurred
at norm and he supposed that at this
time the stone became exposed to the sun,
and the sudden expansion from its
warmth produced the sound.
It has been held by sorrdjwr iters that
the wonderful attribute of the statue
was due to the jugglery of Egyptian
priests, but this theory lias not been ac¬
cepted. It would seem, however, that
the chance observations of scientific
men in Esypt, corroborated by the
scientific discoveries of Professor Bell,
furnish the true solution of a mystery
which has greatly interested the learned
world, r and that the “ sweet Memmonian
sound,” as De Quincy terms it, is due to
a beautiful natural law, the knowledge
of which has just been clearly revealed,
and of which science proposes to take
advantage as a material agent in prac¬
tical life. Whether the ancient Egyp¬
tians were cognizant of this curious law
of matter, and olaced the metallic stone
in the lap of the statue, for the purpose
of producing sweet harmonies, is a
question for the learned t o puzzle over.
Jokes from Paris Papers.
Of a rainy morning a small boy who
lias exhausted all his excuses for not
putting in an appearance at school, opens
the door and says to the astonished
master:
“Sir, ma says I can’t come to school
to-day—it’s raining too hard!”
“Well, old fellow, where have you
been?”
“Been round to one of my creditors
—old Skinflint, and—what do you
think? I had all the difficulty in the
world to get him to take a little money!”
“Oh, that’s impossible. Why?”
“ Because he wanted a whole lot!”
On a railway train a gentlemen en¬
ters a crowded compartment and insists
on finding a seat there. The traveler on
whose knees he is sitting protests ener¬
getically ;
“ Here; come now, I say, if you don’t
think it is uncomfortable, just put your¬
self in my place— ”
“ That, monsieur, is precisely what I
want to do!"
The Butter Bird.
Humboldt, in his “Travels in South
America,” records a visit to Caripe,
where is the cavern of the Gaucharo
bird, and our knowledge of this wonder
is derived from his most interesting nar¬
rative. Among the natives in the coun¬
try around this cavern is celebrated for
its great size, for the mysterious birds
which haunt its inmost recesses, for the
river which flaws from it, and for the
superstitious belief that in its gloomy
depths is the abode of the spirits of
their departed ancestors. The name
which it bears signifies “the mine of
fat,” because from the young of the
birds which inhabit it an immense
quantity of fat is annually obtained.
These birds are about the sizeot our
common fowl, with wings which ex¬
pand to three feet and a half. All day
long they dwell in the cavern, and, like
our owls, only come forth at night.
They subsist entirely on fruits, and
have very powerful beaks, which are
necessary to crack the tough nuts and
reed* which form part of their food.
NO. §23
Awake.
The sun gets up in the morning,
And lifts his stately head;
Open your eyes, my sleepy skies,
The sun is out of bed !
The moon is very timid,
She dare not meet the sun.
With a heigh-ho ! the stars must go,
And hide themselves one by one.
The sun gets up in the morning,
The world is all alight;
Every tree is full ol glee,
Every blossom bright;
Every bird is singing
A welcome to his king,
With a well done, beautiful gun !
You glorify everything.
The sun gets up in the morning,
And so must children, too;
How dare you keep fast asleep,
The sun is calling you !
Mid all tho birds and blossoms
Your merry voices raise
With a hurrah ! How glad we are
We have got a sun to’praise !J
— Good, Words.
HUMOROUS.
Horace Greeley was a West pointer.
The band of a regiment is a pla-toon
of itself. „
The man we ought to “ no ”—The
beat who endeavors to borrow money.
After a young man has popped the
question he generally has to question
the pop.
There is no accounting for taste; a
summons in a breach oi promise suit
against the bridegroom was sent in
among the bridal presents at an Iowa
wedding.
When you see two dogs growling and
getting ready to fight, remember that
it is only a joint debate, and the liveliest
dog will get away with the joint.— New
Haven Register.
There is a boy in Boston whose
parents are American, and who has al¬
ways lived among people who speak
English, yet he can understand French
and can’t speak a word of English. He
is dumb, but not deaf.— Boston Post.
A Galveston schoolteacher had a
great deal of trouble .viaiujrg * boy an
derstand his lesson. Finally, however,
he succeeded, and drawing a long
breath, remarked: “ If it wasn’t for
me you would be the greatest donkey on
Galveston island.”
“ Here is a sketch,” said the poet,
Unto the editor gray,
“ That [ tossed me off in an idle hour
To pass the time away.”
“ Here is a club,” was the answer,
In a bland and smiling way,
“ With which 1 frequently toss mo off
Six poets in a day.”
The seaside is very pleasant in the fa l
of the year. The charming young dam¬
sel doesn’t stir up the sand with tl e
point of her parasol, and tho young
“ gent ” with white flannel suit and eye¬
glasses is missing, to be sure, but the
indigenious clamdigger and fisherman
is there, and it is apleasure to sit on the
bottom of an old boat and listen to sea
stories and try to believe them.—New;
Haven Rerjisler.
Witticism from a Paris paper; A
sentry placed before a powder magazine
sees his colonel approach, smoking an
imported Havana cigar. He presents
arms, and says, firmly, but respectfully:
“Pardon me, colonel, but smoking is
not allowed here.” The colonel; with a
superb gesture, flings away the cigar,
and gives the faithful sentinel a louis
d’or. As soon as he got around the
corner, the faithful sentinel, with proud
tears on his rugged countenance, nicks
up the cigar, and finishes it with every
manifestation of delight.
Musk.
Musk is a concrete substance found in
an animal having a near affinity to the
deer tribe, a native^>f Thibet, China and
Siberia. The musk deer is a timid ani¬
mal, and'rarely appears during the day;
consequently the musk collectors watch
and surprise it at night. The best musk
comes from China, and to be genuine it
should be purchased in the natural pod
or bag, as it is very often adulterated.
The Bengal musk is interior, and that
from Russia the worst of ail. The hair
on the pod of the best musk is a fawn
color; that on the inferior a dirty
white. A variety of musk is found in
the muskrat of Canada, an animal aboi t
the size of a small rabbit. Musk is of
a bitter ta3te, and of an odor more pow
erful than anything known; substances
in its neighborhood become strongly
infected by it, and when once perfumed
with it, long retain the scent. It has
bec-n known to affect chests of tea
placed at a considerable distance, even
though both had been packed up in
leaden boxes, for which reason the East
India company gave an order not to
import musk and tea in the same ships.
Many persons dislike the odor. It has
the property, when employed in very
small quantities, of augmenting the
scent of other substances, without im¬
parting it* own.