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t rifl hfcuille P Uecirircr. L YOL. I. /OEM a VAN STCKEL & CO, Wholesale and Retail Dcale i in CROCKERY, GLASSWARE , House Furnishing Goods Tin-Plate, Stoves, Hardware, &c., &c. uiKvrumrma or TINWARE. No./116 I Third Street, * MACON. GA. / 7— CARHART & CURD DIALERS ID Hardware, Iron & Steel WOODENWARE, Carriage Material, Cotton Gins, Circular Saws SCARES, pa t=3 (P=R i PAINTS, OILS, &c. \Tnr*r>n. ( r; k. j davakt. J. a. W. OD, JK DAY ANT & WOOD, 114 Bay Street. Savannah., Georgia Special attention given to sale ot CGTTOH.RICE&MAL STORES AGISTS rOB DBASE’S COTTON TIES, C-ish advance# mad# on eonrigumant#. SID. A. PUGHSLEY, Jr. AUENT AND SALESMAN, -with I. L. FALK & CO., CLOTHIERS, 425 and 427 Broome St., New York, Cor. Congress and Whittaker Street’, HAVANNATI. GA. ft. * J. ■ BKftUuT »r»»rfcfw Ob v OwW Wrightsviixe, Ga BLACKSMITH SHOP. A specialty ol Plantation Work. Wagons, Baggies, etc., made and repaired. Plows and I’low-Stocks of all kinds, and every kind ot Wood and iron Work done by A. J. BRADDY' & SON, Wrightsville, Ga. SMITH’S HOTEL, W. J. M. SMITH, Ageht. Wrightsville, Georgia, Having lately undergone thorough repairs, this Hotel is prepared to accommodate the public with the prices finest paid the market for affords. The highest market country produce John A. Shivers & Son, Tennille, Ga., Are now prepared to build, repair and overhaul Carriages, Buiiies,Wagons, &c. 5SF” We also make a specialty ol One Bone Wagons. WRIGHTSVILLE. GA.. SATURDAY. MAY *■* i . 1881. DRUG STORE. I J. W. BRINSON & CO., DRUGGISTS, Wrightsville, Georgia, Have on hand a complete stock ol Drugi and all other articles usually kept in a ! First- Class i Drug* S tOFG 3 Which they are seliiug at prices to suit tin • times, and are prepared to fill ail orders ant t prescriptions on the shortest possible notice. < •- Ua. J. W. BRINSON ton! onus to prao , lice his profession in its various brances. Office at the Drug Store. W. B. MELL & CO., Wholesale u al retail dealers in SADDLES, BRIDLES, HARNESS Rubber and .Leather BELTING AND PACKING, French and Americau Call Skins, Sole, Har ness, Bridle and Patent Leather, WHIPS AND SADDLERY WARE TRUNKS, VALISES, Market Square, Savannah, Ha Orders b y mail oromutly attended to._ __ A. M. MATHIS * iKSSILLE, Ga., Horse-Shoeing a Specialty. AH work intrusted t > my care wi;l recoivi prompt wiiiptinri attention. guaranteed Charge# reasonable anil sat in every instance. Miss Anna R, McWhorter, Wbights ville, Ga., Keep# ort haml a nice selection ol 6 ten A3 LADIES’ HATS, RIBBONS, FLOWERS and TRIMMINGS. In entiles# variety; also a nico assortment oi latest patterns, etc., all lor sale as cheap ri the cheapest. I am also prepared to cut, fli and make dresses at short notice. Call on m« belore purchasing elsewhere. J. T. & B. J. DENT, Eight miles west o' Wrightsviile, Ga. Keep constantly on h ml a line assoittnom ot Pure Uquors, Brand.es, Wines, Ales.Lafler, Etc., etc.; also Toliacco, Cigars, Candies, Pickles, Oysters, Suidiiu..#, anil a lull lino ol latniiy GROCERIES! All ol which we will sell it in.-ido figures , Give U9 a trial. Kespectlully, J. T. & B. J. DENT. s RELIGIOUS NEWS ANTI NOTES. The Protestants have built fourteen new churches iu Rome since 1870. The designation of a bishop in the “pidgin” English of the China coast is << Number one, topside, Joss pidgin man.” The total amount of money contri buted by the Juvenile association in to the Church Missionary society of England was about §20,000—a noble example to the youth of America. It is reported that Miss Yonge the profits of “ The Heir of Redclyffe,’ her most famous novel, to fit out a mis sionary ship, and 810,000, the profit of her “Daisy Chain,” to building a sionary church at Auckland, New Zea land. Dr. J. L. M. Curry has resigned his professorship in Richmond college (Baptist) in order to become general ) agent of the Peabody fund. The banner Baptist State is Georgia, with its 235,381 members. There were 12,933 baptisms last year. The number of churches is 2,755, and of pastors 1,630. The statistical tables of the Lutheran church, lately published, show a grand total of 944,863 communicants, em¬ braced in fifty-nine synods, This makes the increase during 1880 con¬ siderably over 100,000. If the same ratio of increase continues through 1881 the Lutheran church will be one of the strongest in numbers in the country, and surpassed in membership only by the Baptists and Methodists. A Patriotic Song. j Columbia I my native land : My heart goes out to thee; Tliv flag shall ever wave above , A nation that is free; Our fathers fought like valiant men When foes were at our gates; There’s not a land in ail the world bike our United States 1 In all the wide, wide world, my boys, Like our United States ! No North 1 no South! no East! no West! This nation can divide. While liberty and loyalty In Union hearts abide. The man who scorns the stars and stripes A traitor’s doom awaits; There’s not a land in all the world Like our United States .’ In all the wide, wide world, my lwys, bike our United States I The women of America Arc lovely to behold; The men of each and every Stale Are noble, brave and bold. You cannot find in foreign clinics A land that witli it rates; There's not aland in all the world Like our United States! In all the wide, wide world, my boys. Like our United States : Iu Europe, Asia, Africa, You’ll seek Us like in vain; Our brothers from a distant siior« Come back io us again; l'or every month and every year It more of love eroates; There’s not a land in all the world l ike our United States ! In all thewide, wide world, my boys, Like our United States ! — Albert Ellery Huey. SISTER ROSE. The June sunshine was steeping all the meadow lands iu gold; the wild roses were opening their pink cups along the course of the little brook, and a fragrant rnin of daisies and buttercups followed the “swish” of Harry Hut¬ ton’s scythe, as he worked on the hill¬ side. And little Barbara, perched on the cnce with her lap full of wild straw¬ berries, watched him with a sort of dreamy delight. Harry Hutton and his sister Barbara were all alone in the world. A little to the south, half hidden in a tangle of brooding apple tree boughs, one could see the steep gable-roofs of the old Hutton farmhouse ; anil more than one blooming village maiden wondered that Harold could be content with only old Betsey to keep house for him, and ]it‘le Barbara to be company in the big, echoing rooms. “He can many if be chooses,”said Alice Lee, with a sidelong glance at the mirror. “He’s rich!” “ Yes, if!” said Amy Yokes, saucily. “ But you know lie has never seen the light one.” So there he was, all unfettered by love as yet—straight, manly, beautiful to look upon as Apollo’s self, with the glittering scythe swinging through the high grass and little Barbara sitting on the fence, with; her brown, gipsy-like face half in shadow. “It was so nice 4” said Barbara. “Oh, Harry, if you could only have seen it!” “ Nonsense!” said Harry, flinging d ;>wn liis scythe and leaning up for a moment against the fence. “A common traveling circus! I can’t think, little Bab, how Uncle Rotter ever let you go to such ft place!” “But the lions!” cried Barbara. “And the elephants! And the lovely young lady that rode ou the white pony, and jumped through the garlands of roses! Oh, Harry, do take me again! Just once, dear Hairy! ” And she threw her anns around his nec ]£ and pressed her strawberry-stained H ps to his bronzed face. «They’re going to stay in Millville all summer, Hairy,” coaxed the small elf. “And Uncle Potter is going to take the children once a week, he says.” i Harry resolutely shook his head, “Not I!" said he. “A circus, in deed ! ” ; Anil nothing would induce Lira to go ! and see “Mademoiselle Rosita Raven, the Danseuse and Equestrian Queen,” who formed the most attractive star of the traveling circus. “Her very name is enough for me,’ said Harry Hutton, with a shrug of the broad, finely-modeled young shoulders. “A painted, spangled popinjay, risking her life to make the gaping crowd stare! No, I’ve no curiosity at all to see your Mademoiselle Rosita Raven!” There was a little one-storied cottage, however, on the outskirts of the village —a rudely-built nook, with a popular reputation of being “ haunted;” and about this tima it obtained a tenant—* dark-browed, soberly-dressed young woman, who was usually mending stockings or hearing lessons for two blue-eyed, golden-tressed little maids, who played around the door-stone; and as fluently Harry took Hutton, him into whose the business village, rode tie- J past the humble domicile, he looked with a sort of pleasure upon the moving pictures at the cottage door, and won dered, vaguely, why the little blondes and their olive-faced young protectress j were so unlike. “ They are like twin daisies,” he said, to himself; “but she is a royal rose. I wonder who they can bo ?" One day his horse dropped a shoe in the road. One of the little lassies ran after him, with it held aloft in her hand. “’Thank you, thy girl,” said he, stoop¬ ing from his horse to give her a six¬ pence. “Will you tell me what your name is ?” But the child shook her head, all dancing with sunny curls. “Sister Rose don’t let us talk to strangers,” said she. The quick blood rushed to Harry Hutton’s face; but lie smiled, never¬ theless. “Sister Rose is quite right;” said obliged) he. j “Nevertheless, 1 am much to you, my pretty maid V" And the next time he passed the cot¬ tage the picture he saw through t lit' half-closed lattice was pretty beyond expression—Sister Rose at her sewing, the queenly brow half bent, tbe black braids drooping on the neck, and the children reciting their catechism in shrill chorus, to her, chirping out; it ( To get mine own living, and to do my duty in that slato of life to which it shall please God to call me !’ ” “And that is a lesson,” the young man thought, to himself, “ which a great many of ns are slow enough to learn. Sister Rose is bringing up her little ones in the right away. 1 wonder how she came to be living in Pollard’s cottage, though ?” So that, when a week after little Barbara was nearly drowned by the up¬ setting of a boat in the pond below, atid they carried her to Pollard’s cot¬ tage, the whole thing seemed a curious coincidence. She was sitting up, all wrapped in blankets, in Sister Rose’s big rocking chair, when her brother, who had been scut for, came hurriedly in. He raised the hat that shadowed bis pale face when he saw the beautiful young brunette who was bending ovei bis little sister. “lam not intruding, I hope?” he said, with all chivalrous courtesy. And she answered: “Not in the least, sir.” “Oh, Harry, Harry!” cried breathless little Barbara, “she lias been so good to me! I was dying and she brought me back to life!” “I thank her from the bottom of mv heart!” said Harohl Hutton, with a quiver in his voice. * So the acquaintance began; and one month from that hour Harry Hutton, the owner of Hutton Farm’s broad acres, the Adonis of the village, the mark of many a matrimonial schemer’s flower garlanded arrow, asked Sister Rose— whoso real name be had discovered to be Rose Blanchard—to be his wife.. She lifted the liquid, Oriental eyes to his face with sweet gravity. “I cannot marry, Mr. Hutton,” she said. “ I have my brother’s two orphan children to maintain and educate. I vowed it on his death-bed.” “Nor would I have you break that vow,” said Harry, eagerly. “They shall become my sacred charge, also. They shall be brought up, carefully and ten¬ derly, with my Barbara.” But still she shook her head. “Mr. Hutton,” said she, "we think differently on many subjects. Yon were horn to a peaceful competence, while I— have always hail to fight mv own way with the world. Our life-paths lie apart.” “By the sun that shines above us ot this moment,” cried Hutton, “ they shall be together henceforth!” But she smiled that, sad, Madonna like smile at his eager enthusiasm. “You do not know who I am,” said she. “ I know that you are an angel!” “I am Mademoiselle Rosita Raven, the circus girl,” she said, speaking with a little effort. “The company leave Millville next week, and I must go with them. The children’s mother was a circus girl, also. My brother saw her and fell in love with her. He was the scene-painter of a theater; and when they were dead, there were the children. I had to do something for them, so I turned‘Equestrienne Queen,’ also. It was not a lofty walk of life, but it was all I could do, and I have done my best. I would not let Barbara tell you who I was, because—because I dreaded that you should know. But it would have been better hail her childish tongue betrayed it, for now—now I have had to tell it myself.” “ Rose—my Rose!” He advanced boldly, his arms out. She stood still a second and then ut tered a little, sobbing cry, and fled to the safe shelter of his breast. “Yours!” she cried—“ yours forever, if you love me still, now that you know nil! But I had been told that you spoke disparagingly of me— ” “ Not of you, dearest, in particular, „ he explained, with a pang of remorse— “ only of the stupid idea T had formed of you. For 1 never had seen you when I. spoke those silly words. And my self asserting idiocy stands rebuked before the purity of your true presence.” So Hutton farm got a mistress, and little Barbara plays m the sunshine with tho two goldeu-liaired orphan children. And Sister Rose grows sweeter and more beautiful with every day; and Harold Hutton is firmly convinced that he is the happiest man in all the world. And so, in good truth, he is! Horace Greeley and the Ticket Agent, A reformed ticket agent, a mail now engaged in a mercantile pursuit, mid who looks back with a profound melan choly and remorse to his wicked career, as he sailed in as u ticket agent, told me that once, in his sinful days, he was em¬ ployed at Chicago on a through line from that incorporated Boroas on the lake to New York eitv, which, made up of a new combination, was “ bucking” against Vanderbilt. To extend its ens •tom the combination had at Chicago a corps (if able-bodied runners, to seize wayfarers by the throat and fetch them lip to the ticket agent, where the inno¬ cent traveler was to bo talked into a ticket fiver the combination. One day an able-bodied ruffian came leading up a rough-looking customer, who wished to purchase a ticket for New York by the way of Cleveland. But evidently the old white-hatted, loose trousered, coarse-booted countryman, with his white head and goggling look, did not know what he wanted. It wits for the ticket agent to care for him, and so he rattled on with ticket in hand until tho venerable, goggle-eyed old shuffle-toes had extracted from a fat wallet the price and shambled awkwardly away. asked friend, who “Say, old fellow,” a happened to be in tho office, “do you know who you sold a ticket to theiPV” “ Some old fool of a corn-cracker.” “Not a bit of it—that was Horace Gieeley.” “Ger whillicans! and he wanted to go to Cleveland ?" “Yes, he is billed to lecture there, ted the Tribum will give your combinn tion the deuce for the swindle. Huns so. Here, yon put ymu cheek to this hole till 1 find him.’ Away ran the ticket agent. It. was not difficult to find the hotel at which the venerable philosopher lodged. The ticket agent found him in the reading room poring over a late issue of the Tribune. He tapped Horace on the shoulder, and the philosopher looked up with the childlike expression of his that seemed to come out from open eyes and mouth “J beg your pardon,” said the agent, “ but I sold you a ticket, to New York awhile since, and 1 made a mistake.” “ In the money, I suppose?” replied Horace, dryly. “ No, sir; in tlie route. I after you left you said Cleveland. Now the ticket I gave you will not take you to Cleveland.” “ The deuce it won’t,” cried Greeley, starting up. “Well, young man, I can tell you that would be a great disap¬ pointment to Cleveland.” “ I don’t know anything about that; but I did not want any man to miss his way through any fault of mine, Ho I’ve been in every hotel in Chicago after you.” “ The deuce you have ? ” “ 1 have. There is the right ticket, It’s over a rival line. But my honor, sir , rises above trick. 1 bought, the right ticket for you, and if you give me the old one we will be even." “ Young man,” said Horace, fishing from his capacious pocket the ticket of ! tfie combination, “ you are very good— too good; come to think of it, too good for a ticket agent. Leave that, good young man, before your innocent nature is corrupted, or your patent screw and podauger line is bursted up. Go West, young man, go West. Washington (npxtal. -- --- There were in Germany in 1878 540 paper mills which together produced 3,600,000 cwt. of paper. This number is exceeded only by the United States, where 567 mills were at work in 1876, turning out but 3,000,000 cwt. NO. 51. Six Hundred Miles ou a Bicycle. Mr. Henry M. Bentley last summer journeyed 000 miles on a bieyele. After spending tbe early months of the sum¬ mer in and about Hudson, X. Y., view fog that part of the country from the 8a( nio of a bicycle, ho was asked by Mr. James Merrihew, superintendent of tho Westwi Union telegraph com pany, to accompany him on a month’s jaunt over tlip country. Accordingly, about the first of September, the two gentlemen, accompanied by Mr. Merri¬ hew’ 8 son, a lad of twelve years, started from Hudson, working their way through New York to Saratoga. They traveled leisurely, averaging about thirty-five miles a day. They carried nothing but a coat and extra flannel shirt, strapped to t]ldr bicvcles; but they sent tlieir Yalis0fJ , espre39 trom poin t to point when convenient. Everywhere they went they created great exeitemen the oUutrv people, their depart 1 amoug ( . ure from a town gathering great srowds. The country people could not under¬ stand the object of bicycle riding, and many an amusing dialogue took place. An honest farmer, after viewing the ma chine in wonderment for five or ten min ntos, would ask: “ Where are you going; to the fair?” No, we have no objective point.” “ Trying to sell them things?” “ No.” “ What do you do with them then ?’> “ Ride around the country.” “ Wlmt for V” ** Pleasure.” “ How much do you make by it ?’ “ Nothing whatever; on the contrary, it costs a good deal of money.” “But,” the farmer would ask, “What is in it?” and being told that there was uo money in the operation, would walk off with an incredulous look, totally at loss to understand how people could travel around in that manner for notli j iug. While resting by the roadside a man in a wagon would pull up, upon first sight of the strange machine, and poiu^ forth a string of questions begin ning with “Wlmt is it?” and ending with “ W hat’s in it r At a county lair visited by the travelers an old lady asked . 11 gentleman whom site hatl notice 1 talking to one of the tourists, “What are those men?” “ Bicyclers.” “ Urn, bicycler#. What do they do?” “ Ride around the country on a big wheel.” “ Kind of queer, ain’t they ?” ‘ Yes, somewhat gone, yon know.” “ Poor men, isn’t it a pity V” A very intelligent-looking farmer look¬ ed at the strangers some time in silent cn) . i<)si ty, and then asked; “What coun¬ tryinen are you?” He was told they were Italians, which he unhesitatingly i, e jj eve( j ( notwithstanding the correct English of the travelers, and asked a g (va £ miuiv questions concerning the (liffi?mice of elimateB of America and Italy. At Saratoga the bicyclists were received by a number of Philadelphia friends with hardly less amazement than that exhibited by the country people. On the home trip they took in New York city, and came home by the Bound Brook route—that is, by the roads along that line of railway. During all the time Mr. Merrihew’s son rode his ma¬ chine with the others, and has probably : ridden it larger distance on a bicycle than any lad of his age in the country. Mr. Bentley laughingly remarked that he himself might set up for the cham- 1 pion heavy-weight amateur bicyclist, there being no record of a man forty eight years of age and weighing IDO pounds luiving ridden so long a dis¬ tance. Hottest Place on Earth. The hottest climate iu the world prob ably occurs in tlie desert interior of Aus ralio. Captain Stuart hung a ther¬ mometer ou a tree, sheltered both from tho sun and tho wind. It was graduated to 127 degrees Fahrenheit, yet so great was tho heat of tlie air that the mercury rose till it burst the tube ; and the tem perature must thus have been at least 128 degrees, apparently the highest ever re¬ corded in any part of the world. Nev ertheless, in the Southern mountains and table lands three feet of snow some times fall in a day. it is an acknowledged fact that amo ng the modem machines none work ou ^ g ne res uits with more ingenuity of q eH jg U) workmanship, or careful corre latiou of weight, strength and material, an q prec ision of movement of parts, than the bicycle. “ I had rather have newspapers with out government,” said Jefferson,^ “ than government withouFnewspapejv ”