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J 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 / , .-‘u„ Ai. ^