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. ■ TOL. t. 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. 7m I MU — —