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DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 18,1878.
NO 27
A Rich Man’s Table.
BILL ARP’S CHAT.
There sat two glasses filled to the brim
On a rich man’s table, rim to rim ;
One was ruddy and red as blood,
And one was clear os the crystal flood.
Said the glass of wine to the paler brother,
“Let us tell the tale of the past to each
other;
I cnn tell of banquet and revel and mirth,
And the proudest and grandest souls on
earth
Pell under my touch as though struck by
blight,
Where I was king, for I ruled in might.
Prom the heads of kings I have torn the
crown,
Prom the heights of fame I have hurled
men down ;
I have blasted many an honored name
I have taken virtue and given shame ;
1 have tempted the youth with a sip, a
taste,
That has made his future a barren waste.
Par greater than kiug am I,
Or than any army beneath the sky.
1 have maue the arm of the driver fail,
And sent the train from the iron rail ;
I have made good ships go down at sea,
And the shrieks of the lost Were sweet to
me;
Por they stud, ‘Behold, how great you be/
Fame, strength, wealth, genius before you
fall,
And your might, and power are over all.’
Ho ! ho ! pale brother,” laughed the wine,
“Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?”
Said the water glass, "I cannot boast
Of a king dethroned or a murdered host ;
But I can tell of a heart once sad,
By my crystal drops made light and glad ;
Of thirsts I’ve quenched and brows I’ve
laved ;
Of hands I’ve cooled and souls I’ve saved ;
I have leaped through the valley, dashed
down the mountain,
Plowed in the river and played in the
fountain,
Slept iu the sunshine and dropped from
the sky,
And everywhere gladdened the landscape
and eye.
I have eased the hot forehead of fever and
pain,
I have made the parched meadows grow
fertile with grain ;
I cam tell of the powerful wheel of the mill
That ground out the flour and turned at
my will;
I can tell'of manhood debased by you.
That 1 have lifted and crowned anew ;
I cheer, I help, I strengthen and aid ;
I gladden the heart of man and maid ;
I set the chained wine captive free,
And all are better for knowing me.”
These are the tales they told each other,
The glass of wine and paler brother,
As they sat together filled to the brim,
On the ricii man’s table, rim to rim.
Hog Killing Time Around Again.
rather too stern with him.” I ed Mrs. Maynard. I hurrying to his son, clasped him in
“Do you think he will ever come “Well, not more than three or his arms, exclaiming,—
back?” said Lottie, in an earnest four years. Fvo made two -voyages I .“I’m so glad you’re como .hack,
voice. “Oh, how very glad we to China, two or three to Europe, Charlio. I was afraid you never I Hog killin is over and everything
should all.bo to sec him again; and I and this lust to the west coast of would; and I never can forgive my- cleanod up. It was a lively and
am sure father would rejoice at his South America and back, and now I self for the harsh way I treated you greasy time in these parts for a sea
return.” think I shall settle down on land, before you wont away, I won’t act so son, and the children have hadfrol-
I am always hoping and praying for I’m about tired of following tho again, with tho help of God.” io chough to do om till Christmas,
that he may return to be a blessing sea. It’s a hard life, and you’re “I did very wrong to run away,” Roasting liver on the hot rocks, and
to ns all yet,” said Mrs. Maynurd. treated most, like a dog.” said Charles, penitently, “and I hope tails in tho ashes, blowing up bind*
“Often I lie awake a great part of “It’s a hard life, you say?” said you’ll forgive me.” dors and grinding up sunsugo-mout,
tho night, thinking of him. Some- Mrs. Maynard, sadly (she was think- “Indeed I will forgive you, if there nro some of tho time-honored inci
times I fear the crnol sea has swal- ing of her absont boy). “I suppose is anything to bo forgivon,” said his dentals you cant deny om when tho
lowed him up, and all tho fond in your wanderings, yon never met fathor affectionately.' “But come, time conios. Hog killin must boa
nopes that wore centered in him. | with a young man by the name of let us go into the house, and we can very ancient bisiness, for tho Sorip
Charles Maynard, did you?” ’ hear all about your wanderings.” tors speak of om as domestic animals
“Charles Maynard! Charles May- If ovbi’ there were a happy house- runnin in herds and takin speedily
nard!” slowly repeated the stranger hold, it was farmer Maynard's on to water whon tho devils got; in om,
to himself. “Why, to be sm-o I did. that memovablo evening. After a which, of course, uint no type in
He sailed in the sanio ship with me I bountiful supper (snob as poor purtickular, and doiit signify any
several times. I often heard him | Charles had not tasted since the | thing in a doctrinal way. From
THE WANDERER’S RETURN.
Putter, patter, came the ram.
steadily, heavily. “Oh, what
dreary day it is!” said Lottie May
nard, us she looked np from her sew
ing, and gazed out of the window of
the old farmhouse where she resided.
“Dreary enough,” replied her
mother in a cheery voice, although
her spirit, wore evidently depressed
liv the gloom; “but I hope it may’
clear up before night fall.”
“I hope so too,” said Lottie, “for
you know, mother. I promised Em
ma Brown I would spend this even
ing with her, and I know she will
foci so disappointed if the rain pre
vents me from going.”
“Well, my dear, if yon cannot go,
you must not feel dissatisfied, but
he thankful that you have a good
home to shelter yon from the storm
without. How many poor creatures
are exposed to its fury, and perhaps
have no home iu which to take ref
uge?”
“I wonder where poor Charlie is
to-night?” said Lottie, sorrowfully
“God only knows,” replied the
mother drawing a deep sigh; “hut I
trust His sheltering arms are around
him,' wherever he may be. It is al
most three years now since he went
away.”
“Oh I remember it all so well,”
said Lottie; “you know, mother, he
did not come down to his breakfast
that morning aiid you sent me up to
his room to see if he was sick (for
he never ueeded calling); and when
I opened his door he wus nowhere to
ho seen.”
“He was a thoughtless, wayward
hoy.” said the mother, tears starting
into her eyes, “but he was ever kind
and affectionate toward his mother,
and I am afraid your father was
Then, again, hope whispers that he
yet lives, and will gladden our hearts
again with his presence. And oh!
what a sweet thought it is! I trust
this trial may bo blossoil to ub all,
for ‘God’s ways are not our ways,’
yon know. It looks very dark now,
but light may dawn upon us, and fill
our hearts with joy.”
“Ho is quite a young man now,”
said Lottie, meditatively.
“Yes,” said her mother, “and age
and experience often brings wis
dom.”
Silence reigned for awhile, for
both mother and daughter seemed
inclined to thjnk rather than talk
The big drops of rain beat upon tho
window-panes, and the wind whis
tled around the snug dwelling, mak
ing them realize the comfortB by
which they were summnded. They
thought of the dear one far away,
aiid wondered whether ho wus shield
ed from the pitiless, storm, and,
above all, whether he was safe from
the many temptations which beset
the pathway of the young anu inex
perienced when they are out in the
cold and unfeeling world, away from
the benign influence v of home and
friends.
Suddenly Lottie exclaimed.—
“Oh. mother! do look at that poor
man walking in the middle of the
road. lie must be drenched to the
skin, f won ler wfiy lie Is out
such a dreadful day. Where can he
lie going?” *
“Perhaps he is on his way to
some farmhouse to try and procure
work,” said her mother.
“He’s coming toward our gate,”
said Lottie, and he’s dressed litre a
sailor. I wonder what he cam
want?” „
She watched him as he entered
the gate, and walked up the path to
the house. Then a loud rap was
heard at the door, and she ran to
open it. There stood the poor man,
tho wet dripping from his garments,
and the cold wind, heating the rain
in his face.
Ho made ti low bow to Lottie, and
said in a beseeching tone,—
“It’s a very cold, wet day. Would
you please allow me to warm myself
by your fire a few minutes?”
speak of his good mother. Are you
any relation to him ma’am?”
“I’m his own mother. Ho’a my
only 8U)!” cried Mrs. Maynard, the
tears gushing into her eyes, and
starting to her feet, she advanood
toward tho sailor. “Oh, tell me
where did you see him last? Whore
is he now? my poor, poor boy! Will
he soon come home?”
The stranger covered his face
with his hands, while a deep sob
heaved his manly bosom. Then un
covering his face, the big tears roll-
down his cheeks, he looked up and
said softly, r -
“Mother, don't you know your
boy?” I am Charlie Maynard!”
A mother’s arm was instantly
thrown around him. A mother’s
kisses fell thick and fast upon his
swarthy faco, and amid the exclama
tions of joy from herself and Lottie,
the poor wanderer felt that ho was
indeed welcome.
“I knew you wouldn’t know me,”
he said to his mother, after the first
burst of joy hud subsided, “my
beard has grown so nnnsimlly for-ono
of my ago, and my face is so burnt by
being in tho tropios, that I- thought 1
would practises little piece of de
ception, and it worked, as I expect'
ed, to a charm.”
“Your face and voice seemed
strungely unfamiliar to ine,” said his
mother, “until you uttered th:*so
time of his leaving home), they all!
knelt down and returned thanks for
the return of tho long-absent son and
brother, and each member of tho I
family folt that a load of sorrow had
been lifted from their hearts, and
joy infused into their inmost souls.
RELIGION OP THE HINDOOS.
An Interesting Article From Dr.
Field's Pen.
It is always interesting to study a
country or its religion in its capital.
As we go to Rome to see Romanism
wo come to Benares to see Hindoo-
ism or Buddhism, which rules a
larger part of nmnkind than any otli
or religion. Benares is full of tem
ples aud shrines. Of course we can
only visit a few of the more sacred.
Tho first that we entered was a me
lingerie. It was called the “Monkey
time immemorial I suppose that hogs
have boon used for food by most all
kinds of people except tho children
of Abrulimn. Why they didont eat
bin after they got out of tho wilder
ness and settled down in anew conn
try I dont know, for the prottlhora
say all of them sort of laws expired
in 40 years, and was only intended
for camp life on the wrong side of Jbr
dan, and St. Paul says there uiiil
nothing unclean, but evil be to him
who evil thinks. As for mo myself
I’m not. overly nice about what 1 oat
and what I dont oat. I’ve boon both
tired and hungry for tlie last thirty
years and have learned to relish
good many things I dident use to
Mrs. Arp done that. She converted
mo to oysters, and tripe, and turtle
and hog brains, etc., that I wasont
raised on, but I never could convei
her to codfish, nor punkin-pk*,. nor
Temple,” and rightly so, for tho whippin the children, nor anything
place was full of tho little creatures else she wasont raised on, widely il
—it fairly swarmed with them. luBtratos my willingness to sulTliii
They wore overhead and all around to her in her splicor, and if wo could
ns, chattering us if they wore hold-1 always agree on the size of tho splicer
rytliing would bo calm and so
ever;
reon.
I remember wlmt.u hard t imo some
of the Jew soldiers had in our con
fedorato army, for they wonldont oat.
swine, and sometimes wo didont got
beef for weeks at a time, and geese
wosent convenient, and fish was
scaco. Bu t they got along somohow
ing a council in the heart of a trop
ical forest. The place was for all
the world like the moukoy -boivue in
the Zoological gardens at London, or
in Central Park, Now York, and
would be an amusing resort for chi I
dron wore it not regarded as a holy
place—one for religious worship.
„ . But the first glance shows that, mon ^
magic words, ‘mother don’t yon keys are here, not to worship, but to and kept up with the rest of us and
know your boy.’ Then the tone be worshipped. According to the made no fuss about it—and right boro
seemed to thrill me as of old. I felt Pantheism of the Hindoos all things I will observe that if any partickular
sure it was indeed my long-lost son,” arc a part of God. Not only is He class of poojilo made bettor soldiers
“I was sadly afraid Lottie would tho Author of Life, but Ho lives in generally than any other class it was
discover the trick,” said Charles, His creatures so that they partake of | the Jews. There wasont many of
laughing. “She looked, at mo so Hie divinity; and therefore whatso
steadfastly.” ever thing livetli and m<$pth upon
“I had’nt the leust idea who you the face of tho earth—boast, or bird,
wore,” replied his sister. “I was or reptile, is a proper objoct of wor
^thinking what a hard lot yours was.” ship.
“I hope you will never leave us But the monkoys were respectable her how that, after a long inarch iu
again,” said Mrs. Maynard, anxious- compared with tho hidoous idol terrible weather, poor Jonas came
ly. which is enthroned in this place. In dragging himself up to Dr. Millers
“No mother my mind is made up the court of tho temple is a shrino, tent, wot, hungry and cold, and
to that. I’ve turned over a fresh a holy of holies, where, as the gilded when tho doctor askod him whore
Mrs. Maynard was not tho woman I leaf, and I mean to stay, and try to doors are swung open, one sees the his company was, said ho, with a sa
to refuse so reasonable a request, dc my duty by you and fathor. I black divinity, with thick sensual lute, “I'm the company, doctor
especially when it cutno from one never forgot your teachings while I lips that are red with blood, and eyes wliatfl loft of it—tho rest are killed,
who needed so very much what he | was away, and, by tho blessing of | that glare fiendishly. This is the | or wounded, or sick, or out on ftirlo.”
asked
ways remindod him of a fat hog, for
as long ns lie was alive ho wasont
worth a cent to anybody, but when
ho died his hungry heirs put land
and stocks, and bonds and a gold
watch, and carriage and horses and
silver ware, which, was tho same as
hams and should ere, and midiins
and brains, and souse, and enough
lard to make it. all greasy and palata
ble.
The host way to kill a hog is to
shoot him, shoot him broadside to
you, and aim right between the eye
and tho oar; then tho hall will go
right through the brain and out,
and do danger of lodgin’ in the
shoulder, as it does sometimos whon
you shoot from tho front. Tho best
time to kill oiio is about the middle
of tho day, so as to got through by
sundown, and then after cutting
their heads off, lot om hang up all
night and drip, and got thoroughly
cold. Next morniu’ tho blood will
bo all out, and you can cut out and
salt away on shelves, each piece to
itself. Don’t pack in a box for two
or three days, unless tho woathor
turns warm in which case fill ovovy
space with salt. Therc’s as many
ways to kilt and cure bacon as thoro
are remedies for sick mules; but I’ve
never yot found any use for rock
salt., nor saltpeter, nor molasses.
knowed a man in old Gwinnott who
owned a mill and killed a heap of
hogs, iiiul lie said his way was to heat
a big pile of rocks and throw om in
bis mill pond, and then drive his
Ivogs right through and they coino
out oil tho oilier side an clean as
skinned eels. But his mimo was
“ly,i.’ Tom Turner,” and some
folks didont. believe more than half
lio said about any tiling.
Bill Aiuv
p. S. —Toll Bob Allston to tote fair.
I wonldont give my dog for ton
sheep, and Itb novor bit ono in his
life. Lot one doggo free in oaoh
family and fax the surplus and that
will improvo the breed. B. A.
MgSBsP
cm, but i novel* knowed one to flinch
in the hour of peril, nor to dodge
from his duty, nor shoot his fingers
| off, nor get behind a tree and waivo
his arms out for a furlo. I rouiem-
seu,
toward
though it was a rare sight to see one mother, for the kind advice you al-1 come near her. While they kept lyj.
in their part of the country, and con- ways gave me, for I see now how back in holy horror from approach-
scqucntly it did not lio in her power wise it was. But where is father?” ing, they hud no scruples about hold
to befriend them. So when this “Ho is out in tho barn, threshing, ing out their hands to receive onr
poor wunderenreame to her door shiv-1 Sit still; he’ll ho in presently,” said | money. It is the habit of strangers
tiling but “ordore,”
Our Now England brothoren dont
oat much more meat than the Jews.
When you go about among cm and
hear cm say its )most time to
Three things to admire—Intellec
tual power, dignity, and gracofill
ness.
Three things to love—Courage,
gentleness, and affootion.
Three tilings to hate—Cruelty, ar
rogance, and ingratitude.
Three things to delight in—
Frankness, freedom and beauty.
Throe things to wish for—Hoalth
friends, and a cheerful spirit.
Three things to fight for—Honor,
country, and homo.
Three things to govern—Temper,
tongno and conduct.
Three things to think about—
Lifo, death, and otevnity.
Mr. Montgomery Blair is out in a
letter maintaing Unit Tildon is tho
only available Domocrauc candidate
for the Presidency in 1880.
ering with cold, and apparently so
much.in need of wurmth and re
freshment, she was not behind band
in her hospitality. She told Lottie
to set a chair for him by the glow
ing mother.
to drop some small coin in the out- kill pork it just means one hog
“No I would rather go and speak stretched palm, but I was too much
to him alone. You know I can find disgqstgd to give to tho beggars,
my way,” he added laughing. They yrerc importunate, ainl said
When lie readied the barn, he the Prince of Wales was there re
ing stove, and also to set oat some I gently opened the door and looked ccntly and had give them a hun-
food on the table near him, of which in. The farmer gazed at him for a | dred rupees,
he was cordially invited to partake, miiuite, and then said, in a gruff
After he appeared thoroughly voice,—
warmed, und his hunger appeased, “Wluit might you waut here?'’
Mrs. Maynard tufued to him v as he “Don’t you know me?” said
sat by' the fire, with averted face, Charles, advancing into the barn,
and inquired why he happened to “Kijow you?” said tho farmer,
be out on such an inclement day. “How should I know you? I have
“Why, you see, ma’am, said the uever seen you before to my knowl-
strangerina respectful voice. “I edge.” 1,ad bo employed to drive tho
only landed at Philadelphia the oth- “Do you forget your runaway I P°° r C1 ' e atnres into the waves, save
erday. I’ve ju»t returned from a son?” inquired Charles taking a few *“ the ease of one cow, which when
long voyage, ard I’m on my way to steps toward his father. Hbe 8ttV [ ber Cil ^ ^ un 8 ovcr ^ IC )U
see an old friend, who lives some- Instantly Mr. Maynard threw walks jumped overboard after it
where on this road.” down his flail with which he liad Hog Thief point is tho Republican
“Have you been long at sea?” ask-1 been beating out tho ripe grain, und I strong-hold at Shreveport, La,
thats all and ho was raised on slop
and didont know a grain of corn from
a cow-tick. His carcass is put in
piekle right off and kept there till
its consumed. And they dont cat
as much swino anywhere north or
west as wo do in tho cotton states.
On the Colina’s recent voyago Tlioy have more cattle and sheep and
from Montreal to Glassgow with a HbIi, and it may ho that our folks
deck load of 167 cattle and 200 sheep five on it to excess, hut if there is
and swino, in order to relieve the anything in tho shapo of fish, flesh
vessel, which threatened to sink in or fowl thats better or more healthy
a fierce storm, orders were givon to to a working man than boiled ham 1
cast the live stock- overboard. Force | dont know it.
Fat hogs are a good sign on a
farm. They are a sign of a fat corn-
crib, and thats a sign of fat land.
Fat hogs contribute more good things
for the kitchen than any other ani
mal. Bill Fort says a rioh and.stingy
old man with ono foot in the gravo ul-
TheCost ol’Living.
Kansas Oily Times.
Few people consider the *cost of
living is actually ehoapor than it 1ms
boon for forty years. The average
of prices for all staplo articles is 18.0
per cent, lower than in 1800. Of
fcho staple articles, wheat is lower
now than iF has boon for twenty-
sovou years, cotton lower than for
twenty three years, pork thirty-four
years and corn thirty-two years. It
is a good time for the consumer, but
the producer das a hard time of it.
“Harry,” tho old servant of
Alexander It. Stephens, is by his
own thrift and saving a richer man
than whom he serves.
It is understood that Judge Thur
man will he made President pro hm
of tho Senate when tho Democrats
obtain a majority in that body.
It is said Chicago communists
polled 7,000 votes at tho recont elect
ion. Within a few years they will
bo powerful enough to bum tho city.
“Lnfo God ahufo all, and vi
nytohbour as yisolf,” is the inscrip
tion yet to he sect, upon tho front of
tho house in Edinburgh in which
John Knox lived and died.
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