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TOL. 1.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, AUGUST 8,1878.
NO* 8*
MY HEART IS ASHES.
[Dedicated to a Mountain Maid.]
Love’s light from out my silent soul,
Like day’s last beam, has gone.
Its embers red have ceased to burn—
My life is all folorn.
And like that chained man of old,
Who filched bright Heaven’s flashes,
I groan upon a rack of pain—
My heart, alas, is ashes l
I sit beneath the quiet stars,
I list the night bird’s wailing,
I gaze upon the .western sky—
Its cloud-ships slowly sailing— ..
But what to me is beauteous night,
Whose brow the soft dew plashes?
' My hope is dead,
My true love fled—
My heart, alas, is ashes 1
I wait beneath the chandelier,
And hear sweet music floating
In the hall where manhood’s eye
On beauty’s form is gloating,
But still in vain docs pleasure smile,
In vain the dark eye flashes—
. My hope is dead,
My trtvelove iled
My heart, alas, te ashes!
I walk beside the placid lako,
Where lovely lilies live,
Like Angels fair they whisper peace
Which earth can never give.
They beckon each with snowy hand;
They seek to bind love’s gashes,
But hope is dead,
And true love' fled—
My heart, alas, is ashes!
I stand before the sacred shrine,
Where stand the saints by sisters three,
I try to breathe an earnest prayer,
With faith and hope and charity.
I cannot pray, some fiend within
Eacli holier impulse dashes—
My hope is dead,
My true love fled—
“illy heart, alas, is ashes!
Without the tomb of hoary Time,
I stand and keep my gunrd;
Within, upon her gloomy bier,
Lies true love in her shroud.
81ic : 1s not dead, but dead to me.
God haste that angel day,
Which, from Time’s solemn sepulchre,
Slibll Hill the stoue-away.
Alii wlmt to me is fame, wealth, power?
I care not for life’s crashes;
Siik lies within a living grave—
My heart, alas, is ashes!
I live as lives the withered bough,
Lifeless, leafless, and alone—
I live as lives the stricken dove,
Whose loving mate is gone;
8hc is not dead, yet dead to me.
God haste that angel day,
Which, from Time’s solemn sepulchre,
Shall roll the stone away!
Ah! then I’ll kiss away the tears
Which hang on true love’s lashes.
My love will live,
My heart will live,
My heart will not be ashes!
Smith Cjatton.
ALONE WITH A MANIAC.
I was smoking in my study at
Port P . As I leaned back in my
easy chair, I became the subject of
the most ~ delicious vagaries. My
senses were carried away on the wings
of the most grotesque imagery; “cas
tles in the air” rose like magic, and
long vistas of paintings and statuary
opened to my gaze at every turn.
Porhaps this was owing to the
cigar; perhaps to my hat (which sat
rather rakishly on my head,) press
ing upon my organs of humor and
idealty; perhaps bccauso I was just
then sati§ff6d' withy the world in gen
eral, and with myself in particular.
Be that as it may, I was for once,
matter-of-fact man as I iim, indulg
ing in the most absurd yet enchant
ing vagaries.
Some cigars lay on the table, which,
together with the way I cocked my
head at unusual noises, reveled that
I was waiting for a companion. And
so I was; I was waiting f6r Frank
Rivers. .
A glorious, whole-souled fellow was
Rivers; sensitive to a fault, rather
visionary in his view’s, (perhaps only
go in comparison with myself.) warm,
brave, impulsive, and very strong in
his likes und dislikes.
He was never to be cornered in an
argument—not he. His antagonist’s
reasoning was warped into the most
ludicrous shapes; sophistry, flashing
with the scintillations of his wit,, en
veloped it in her folds: and when
these failed, his ringing laugh, so
peculiarly contagious, would carry
him off, undefeated still, upon the
strong wings of its sonorous echo.
Interest him in an argument?
forsooth! you might as well try to
upset Bunker Hill Monument with a
yard stick, or attempt to shave your
self with a rolling pin!
While I was sitting in my reverie,
I heai’d footsteps coming up the
stairs.
“There’s Rivers at last!” I thought.
But it wasn’t; the door opened and
in. stalked a man whom I had never
seen before. There was something
majestic in his tread, something in
tellectual in liis'countenance, some
thing demoniacal in the glare of his
eyes.
“Are wo alone?” ho asked, in a
low tone, looking uneasily around
the room.
“Exclusively so,” I replied, eyeing
my visitor with more than common
curiosity. “Take a chair, Mr.—
Mr. ?”
“Yes, yes—I sec. Mr. Miles—
Abner Miles,” he replied, taking my
hint to introduce himself at the same
time that lie took the chair.
“You arc a philosopher, Mr. Reed
—a mechanic and a genius. I knoiv
this because I have inquired; I know
this because I have seen the light
burning in your room at lato hours.
I have something to exhibit to you.
You will be able to understand me,
your porceptives arc largely devel
oped, your constructiveness very
large, your reasoning powers more
than ordinary. I, too, am a genius.
For many years I have been devoting
my attention to a new motive power
—and my labors have at last been
crowned with success. You said we
were alone?”
“I did, Mr. Miles.”
“Well—you arc waiting for me to
expedite business, ain’t you?”
“Not particularly so—though I ex-
pact a friend here shortly.”
“You do?” asked he, glaring at
me. Soon his eyes, however, as
sumed their usual expression. “ You
are quite complacent, Mr. Reed.”
“Thank you,” I replied, lighting
another cigar, and becoming slowly
convinced that I Avas alone with a
maniac.
Taking a small box from lus bosom
ho made room for it on the table—
shoving, as ho did so, my books,
papers, microscopes, pistols, &c.,
into a glorious heap of confusion.
“Disarranging your table slightly,
ain’t I? But never mind it.”
He opened the box and took out
its contcuts. It was a miniature
wagon, neatly fashioned out of brass
and steel, with machinery about it
that was quite a mystery to me.
Taking the light in one hand and
the little ear in the other, he sat
down upon the floor. Giving the
fly-wheel, which is higher than the
other wheels, and stood clear of the
floor, a sudden twirl, the car Avcnt
across the room with considerable
velocity. Going, to the farther end
of the room, he started it again. It
flew across the roomj increasing its
velocity as it went, and running
up against the wash-board with a
force almost suflicientr'to have de
molished it.
“What do yoifrtliink of that?” lie
asked. / —
“A great invention, indeed,” I
said. “But what is the motive
power?”
“Patience, Mr. Reed. I am not
through yet. Now watch how rap
idly and how beautifully it revolves
in a circle.”
He started the ear in a circle of
some four feet in diameter. It
commenced slowly to make the cir
cuit—then faster, faster, faster—un
til it seemed to lie on tho floor a
large ring of polished steel, perfectly’
motionless. I watched it for about
ten minutes. I was thunder-struck;
my bruin was becoming bcwildorcd.
“Beautiful,! splendid!” I cried in
ecstaey.
Mr. Miles took up tho car with an
evident air of satisfaction, and placed
it on tho table.
“I am delighted to know that you
are pleased with it,” he said. “I
was sure that you could appreciate
it. It would run for hours in that
way. A largo car can bo constructed
off the same principle; of course,
some person must bo on board of it.
to control and govern its velocity.
There’s a motor, Mr. Reed! No ex
pense—no cost—no fuel, water or
heated air!”
“But you linvc not told mo what
the motor is, Mr. Miles. .
“Haven’t IP Well—bend your car
over.”
Ho glanced rapidly around tho
room, and there was such a five
streaming from his o|p, that 3
would not have thought it strange
had thoro been a smell of singed
whiskers in the room!
He whispered in my ear, in a low,
soft, dry tone,
“Quicksilver, sir!”
“Quicksilver l”.r cried, half jump
ing from my choir.
“Hush—hush! For heaven’s sake
exercise more caution. Yes, quick
silver. Look here.” *
As he Bpoko, he unscrowcd a small
cap at tho end of ono of tho arms in
tho fly-wheel, and poured some
quicksilver out of it into tho hollow
of his hand.
“Are you convinced, Mr. Reed?
These arms are all hpllow, and partly
filled with tho liquid metal. As the
wheel revolves, the quicksilver, in
flowing from tho. hub to tho tire, and
back again, keeps up tho motion,
and increases it with each revolution.
Of course by additional machinery,
an even, regular motion could bo ob
tained.”
Astounded as I was, a thought
flashed across my brain, and I very
indiscreetly out with it.
“Ah, but—Mr. Miles—how will
you get it to riui up hill?
Ilis countenance assumed a look,
of blank dismay—ho pushed .back
the bushy hair from his fo/ehcad—
then rose abruptly to his feet.
I shrank away from the burning,
maniacal glare of his eyes.
“Up hill? Up Dili? It has no
business up hill! If it has, that can
soon be remedied. Not another ob
jection to it, sir. Look hero, Mr.
Rood—you alono possess my secret—
a discovery for which, I huvo studied
and toiled and labored for years.
The secret shall die with you.”
Seizing my revolver, which, as I
havo said, lay carelessly upon the
tablo, ho leisurely drew sight upon
my vest buttons.
I sprang back to tho farthest cor
ner of the ropm. My face was livid,
and the perspiration oozed from pie
in great drops. His eyes glared
upon mo like a tiger’s—like a de
mon’s.
Ho pulled the. trigger—a report
followed, a line of smoko curled
away from tho sweating barrel, and
I lay writhing in agony on the floor.
How long I remained in Mint posi
tion I know not. I at last became
conscious of a violent shaking, ac
companied with,
“Mr. Reed—Mr. Reed! Ho,
Ralph!”
Opening my eyes, I beheld my
friend -Jtrvers bemHng over me:
“What in tho world is wrong
Reed?” ho asked, half seriously',
half comically.
“Who shot?” I asked.
“Who shot?” and Rivers’ musieul
laugh filled the room. “Who shot?
why I shot you with a champagne
cork! Look here!”
Ho led me, still bewildered, to the
tablo. Two bottles of delicious wine
were in readiness..
“Oh, I seo!” I cried, rubbing my
eyes, “you havo brought in some
IMAGINATION IN MATRI
MONY.
Among those trifles sweet hud frail
upon, which so much of tho comfort
of married lifo depends not the least
important is tho suppression of an
overweening imagination. In mar-
I’iect lifo tho too active imagination.
..turns; to the invention of quaint epi
thets to fling at the head which once
an aurcolo crowned. When a man
marries ho should buckle down to bus
iness', give his wife all his Avagos, if
ho is of tho hireling class, and sottlo
down with tho single intention of
growing up with his family. And
in her turn tho Avifo should find her
highest joy in snoAvy linon, good
bread and buttons kept in order.
So shall comfort coniio upon that,
house and tho eagle of imagination
bo shooed aAvay to mako g nappy
homo for tho domostio and^clucking
lien.
If a man desires to live Avithin his
menus, and is rosoluto in his purposo
not to appear^iiorc than he really is,
let him bo appfaudgd. There is some
thing fresh and iiivigoruting in such
ini example, and avo should honor und
uphold Rucli /vplau with all the en
ergy in our power. But how difficult
to stem tho direction of culture iu
A WILD WESTERN YAltN.
pur best cirolos Avhoro upprobutivenoss
is nursed and tickled into oxccssivo
wth in childhood, and conso
sptly hears its fruitage of vanity,
isplay and supercilious obedience to
^pnyehtioiiuiities in matnro lifo.
Clio extravagance of tho development
nay, in time, bring about a reform.
But just now the world is crazy for
|hoAV. There is npt ono, porlmps, in
a thousand; who dares fall hack on
his real, simple self power to get
through tho ivoi’ld and exact enjoy
ment ns ho goes along. There is no
en<y;o the apeing, the mimicry, the
‘!'aU^iirs:Sftid-'.ti^fl^J&rilcial act.s.f' It
requires rare eourngo to live up to
one’s enlightened convictions in
those days. Unless ono consents to
join in tl>o,general cheat, thoitois no
iuiu'iii for him among the great preten
ders. May avo not indulge tho hope
that by and by tho intelligent classes
will consent to frown down this de
moralizing, artificial, unnatural life,
pud rise to a higher and purer sys
tem? It takes time, of courso, but
everything convinces us that avo are
doing A'astly better than did those
who havo lived beforo us. So avo
hope for great tilings by and by.
The Garter lias been conferred
upon Lord Benconsflcld, and no
honor of a more delicate flavor could
be conferred upon a man of humble
origin ondoAved with a mind sensitive
to tho associations of rank and chi
valry. Perhaps there is no such
brotherhood of rank and nobility in
tho world, as that narrow circle of
knighthood in which are included
nearly all tho chief rulers of tho
earth, the members of the royal f»im-
of England and twenty-five of the
nobles of Great Britain, none below
an earl in rank. For tho grandson
of a JoAvish trader to havo Avon bis
way into gucb a society is ono of the
|“m6$r fern ark able achievements of
our agg. The peoplo of England nro
ready to bestow wealth, oflico and
title upon Avhosoovor does the nation
good sorvico, but tho Garter is an
honor hitherto reserved from tho
common prizes of ambition. It is
only Avlien British gral itudo becomes
peculiarly effusive and seeks tho most
oxtravagant method of expressing its
satisfaction that the Gartor is given
away. That Lord Beaeonsfield lias
got it is a sign that his sovereign and
her people think nothing too good
•forhim.— N. Y. World
“Champagne—and you ha\’c been
experimenting in ”
“Hachisch!”
We bad a merry time that eve
ning, and it costs Rivers a new set
of vest buttons Avhcnover I refer to
my being “aloxe avitji a maniac!”
Spain will graciously permit Culm
to be represented in the cortcs by
JEorly deputies and ten senators.
A lover avIio bad “gone avcsI” to
“mako a home” “for his birdie,”
Avrote to her: “I’vo got tho finest
quarter section of hind (100 acres) I
over put my foot down on.” Birdie
wrote hack: '‘“Suppose you buy
another quarter section, John, so we
can bare a luAvn around your foot?”
John “mode a homo,” but Birdio
never was the mistress of it.
AN ILLINOIS BAttDEft AVOt’NT) Ul* A
LKCTiniE 11Y KILLING HIMSELF,
A special despatch to tho Times
from Cupron, 111., says that a dra
matic suicido occurred thoro on
Tuesday night. Early in May last
Geo. W. Burleigh, Avho. was an old
resident of Ohio, came to that town
ostensibly to start a barber’s shop,
Burleigh avus a man of varied accom
plishments. Ho had afluo educa
tion and avus A’evastilo in conversation.
While at Capron ho ayos often in de
pressed spiri ta. Last Sunday lie pub
lished a card, informing tho citizens
that-in order to gratify an often ex
pressed curiosity on tho part of tho
toAvnsmen to Avitncss some sueli
tragedy as thohtinging of Slurry and
Connolly in Chicago, ho avouUI on
tho ovoning of the 23d Inst., deliver a
lecture iu Thornton Hall and ut his
conclusion gratify Jiin hearers by
shooting himself through tho fore
head. Tho price of admission AvoUld
bo $1, and tlio amount milled should
be used in bis funeral expenses, the
remainder to tho piivc|iasjQ-,'pf tho
works of Huxley, Tyndall and Dor
win for tho town library. 1-Iis.
in ending bis lifo aviis to socuro otor-
nal poaee by annihilation. At tho
appointed time tlio ball was evoivdod,
and after tho deliver of an infidel
looturo of wonderful power in a man
ner and tono Avbieli marked him as
an adopt ho suddenly drew a Dorrin-
gor, plncpd it to bis forehead, and
desinte attomps to prevent the rash
deed, fired, aud fell into tlio hands of
two friends avIio avo re in tho Avings
-of tho stage for tho pnrposo of hinder
ing (ho execution of tlio design. Tho
lurgo-sizod bullet literary toro bis
brains to pieces, lie left a roquost
that bis body bo forwarded to Cin
cinnati friends.
No Danger in Augusta.
( [Augusta Chronicle.]
There is no reason Avliy any ono in
Augusta should fool alarmed booauso
of tlio prosonco of a malignant typo of
yelloAv fever in New Orleans. Bearco
ly a season passes that thoro are not
some eases of this disease iu that
city. Yet there is no installed record
ed of its having boon brought to
Augusta. 8o long ns Savannah and
Charleston escapo Augusta is iu no
danger, and even with tho fever
in those cities experience •has shown
that this placo can ho easily kept
froo of tho (lisoiiHo.
The dowager queen Caroline Ania
lia, of Denmark, avIio has just corn
plotod hor 82(1 year, is tho oldest living
momborof any of the royal families of
Europe.
THE DA HKEY’H CONSOLATION.
[From the Qalmion Nairn]
Not long sineo a Ban Antonio col
orocl darkey did somo whitewashing
for a man living in tho Fifth Ward.
On paying for the job the employer
paid off Mono, for that avos tlio
darkey’s name, in Moxicun quarters
at par. It was several days before
Mosc found out they woro worth only
30 cents. Mono was very much hurt
about it. “Jess to think of Colonel
—cheatin' dis hard-working niggar
oiiton 30 cents. Foali do Lord, I. Avud
nober hah believed it on him. I
hadn’t ortcr tuk do job in do fust
place.” And thon ho added moro
cheerfully. “But of I hadn’t white-
ivushcd do„ feneo I nober Avouhl hub
fond outfwhar all dam chickens roost
ed Avhut I sold next morning for n
dollar. Do banks habn’t eotch up
ivid dis niggah yet, hep! houh!”
A Loaded Cigar.—The Ports
mouth (N. II.) Times says: “At Rye
Beach, a young man avIio was smok-
liad considerable difficulty in makiug
his cigar burn after it had boon part
ly consumed, and, picking it to
pieces, found inside the Avruppor it 23
culibro pistol cartridge, with tlio bul
let pointed toward tho mouth oiul of
the ,Avecd.’ Tho cartridge aviis con
siderably heated, aud would no doubt
have soon exploded had tho cigar con
tinued to burn.”
The JMtnn Wlio Never Sweats
[PYom the IicadmqiVa) Eitf/lc.]
Tho case of Peter Wending, thd
Lebanon man avIio never perspires;
heretofore mentioned in tho Eagle;
Avas fully described hy Dr.J.H. Measo,
of Lebanon, in tho Dental 'limes, in
1871, ns follows: “Mr. Wending is
about thirty-eight years of age. lie
novor lmd teeth developed in his jaws,
but his gums arc vuiy h u’d and rosist-
ing.
Ovor tho ’ tho alveolar ridges they
seem to bo almost a callus, or hone
foundation enabling him to masti
cate tho hardest substances most
readily. Ho is also destitute
of the senso of taste and smell,
aud yet, bo is not ivithout a
choice as to food and drink, aiising
I suppose, from cortuin stomnebio
oxoitemonts produced by his favorite
articles. Ho is a groat lover of beer
and oysters; but as to the latter, ho
knoAVs no difference bo tween a bad
one and a good one-outing tho putrid;
us eugorly as tho fresh. He noyor
perceives (aiid is, therefore, perfectly
happy in tho atmosphere of) offensive
octoy*. The skin over his entire body
y and raspy,and utterly devoid of
sobacoous glands and hair follicles,
with the exception of a small portion
of his face, whoro a few wiry hairs
have straggled into daylight. Tho su
doriferous glands and thior ducts are
also Avanting, a circumstance Avhieh
causes him muc‘h suffering during tho
summer Boason moro pnirticually when
tho Aveathor is Avarrn and tno atmos
phere dry. lie then, for tho sako of
comfort—and perhaps preservation
of lifo itsolf--must covor himself with
wot clothing and resort to tho damp
oclh\iv Horo ho sloops, lying on tho
bare oarth. When tho Alitor of this
aviis but a boy this anomalous being
was tn his fathov’s employ on'tlio farm
and this peculiarity aviis often a torri-
blb annoyance to m/solf and others as
wo Avoro obliged to roliove his agony
fi-oni boat by running for water and
pouring bucket upon bucket ovor his
writhing form. Well do I romonibor
his—Ali! you stayed; that Ayator is
not cold—you played 1’ Avhen avo
woro a littlo longer tllftn ho thought
wo ought to ho. On thoso occasions
his symptoms wore thoso of asphyxia
tion; othorwiso lie is apparently pos
sessed of good health. Thoso condi
tions seem to bo partly hereditary on
tho maternal side, sineo his mother
had a brother with similar dofeets
though the man himself is the only
ono out of a family of ninotcon to
whom thoso imperfections havo boon
transmitted. Ho is also himself
tho father of seven healthy children,
in whom not a truco of his oavu mis
fortune is to bo found. Upon tho
whole, the caso of Mr. W. may ho
ranked among the freaks of nature
which defy explanation.”
A swarm of hoes took possession of
a dim roll recently at Frame,in Eng
land, und prevented sorvico until
some moans should ho devised for
dislodging them.
This is oitlior a big ivondororabig
lie: “Tho Richmond Whitj of Sat
urday says that Jennie Smith was a
cripp[o who hud boon unable to movo
from her conch for sixteen years.
She attended tlio Ocean Grove camp-
meeting last year in a cot on wheels.
Last Aveok hor friends got around her
and prayed. She Avas converted, got
up ami Avulked, and on last Wednes
day morning strode into tho tabor-
nuclo, upright and praising God,
The German socialists have ex
pressly disowned any connection
witli tlio “two fools avIio attacked mi
old man of 82.”
Said Prince Bismnrk to a young
English lady, avIio remarked to him
that tho congress hadn’t settled tho
Eastern question: “Oh,
only cobbled for the time, at
tho shoo pinches it Avill
again; I’m satisllsed with
ng.I wanted peace.” “And
land?” “Oh sho Avouhl he
also, for she’s taken hor slmro i
spoil, and without fighting for
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