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®hf e > rifjlttstrille Recor&ft ♦ 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.