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JUST A THOUGHT.
If we never wasted our sunshine,
Or hung it in horrowed shrouds,
We might save enough, most any day,
To gild to-morrow’s clouds.
And even if rain came pouring,
Now and then, a chilling stream,
If garnered well we’d have in store,
For every drop, a beam.
“ HE CABBIES THE LAMBS IN HIS
BOSOM.”
A sweet golden head had forgotten life’s way,
Asleep on its pillow of roses,
Wee hands, shutting dose as if tired of play,
Like buds which Summer discloses;
But the beautiful song of my birdie was still,
And over the lips of my blossom,
The dimples lay white as the frost on the rill,
When a spirit sang how to my spirit at will,
“He carries the lambs in his bosom.”
There is never a lamb from love’s sorrowful fold
But wanders in fields that are vernal,
And never a bud hid away from the cold,
But blooms in the City Eternal.
When storms sweep the hills, and the night gathers
doep,
I think of my paradise blossom,
And hear the same song for the weary that weep,
“The weakest are safest, for, over the steep,
He oarries the lambs in His bosom.”
A STOCKING SERMON.
“Life is a stocking,” grandma says,
“And yours has just begun;
But I am knitting the toe of mine,
And my work is almost done.
“ With merry hands we begin to knit,
And the ribbing is almost play ;
Some are gay oolored, and some are white,
And some are ashen gray.
“But most are made of many a hue,
With many a stitch set wrong,
And many a row to be sadly ripped
Ere the whole is fair and strong.
“ There are long plain spaces without a break,
That to youth are hard to bear;
And many a woary tear is dropped
As wo fashion the heel with care.
“But the saddest, happiest time is that
We court and yet we shun—
When our Heavenly Father breaks the thread,
And says that our work is done.”
Household.
The Faithful Shepherd Boy.
Gerhardt was a German shepherd boy;
and a noble fellow he was too, although
he was very, very poor.
One day, as he was watching his flock,
which was feeding in a valley on the bor
ders of a forest, a hunter came out of the
woods and asked—
“ How far is it to the nearest village?”
“Six miles, sir,” replied the boy; “but
the road is only a sheep-track, and very
easily missed.”
The hunter glanced at the crooked
track, and then said—
“My lad, I am hungry, tired, and
thirsty. I have lost my companions, and
missed my way. Leave your sheep, and
show me the road. I will pay you well.”
“I can not leave my sheep, sir,” re
joined Gerhardt. “They would stray
into the forest, and be eaten by wolves,
or stolen by robbers.”
“Well, what of that?” queried the
hunter. “They are not your sheep. The
loss of one or more wouldn’t be much to
your master, and I’ll give you more money
than you ever earned in a whole year.”
“I can not go, sir,” rejoined Gerhardt
very firmly. “My master pays me for
my time, and he trusts me with his sheep.
If I were to sell you my time, which
does not belong to me, and the sheep
should get lost, 4 it would be just the same
as if I stole them.”
“Well,” said the hunter, “will you
trust your sheep with me while you go
to the village and get me some food and
drink and a guide? I will take good care
of them for you.”
The boy shook his head. “The sheep,”
said he, “do not know your voice, and”—
Gerhardt stopped speaking.
“And what ? Can’t you trust me ? Do
I look like a dishonest man?” asked the
hunter angrily.
“Sir,” said the boy slowly, “you tried
to make me false to my trust, and wanted
me to break my word to my master.
How do I know you would keep your
word to me?”
The hunter laughed; for he felt that
the boy had fairly cornered him. He
said, “I see, my lad, that you are a good,
faithful boy. I will not forget you.
show me the road, and I will try to make
it out for myself.”
Gerhardt now offered the humble con
tents of his scrip to the hungry man,
who, coarse as they were, ate them gladly.
Presently his attendants came up; and
then Gerhardt, to his surprise, found that
the hunter was the grand duke, who
owned all the country round. The duke
was so pleased with the boy’s honesty,
that he sent for him shortly after, and
had him educated. In after years, Ger
hardt became a very rich and powerful
man; but he remained honest and true
to his dying day.
Honesty, truth and fidelity are precious
jewels in the character of a child. When
they spring from piety, they are pure
diamonds, and make their possessor very
beautiful, very happy, very honorable,
and very useful. May you, my readers,
wear them as Gerhardt did! Then a
greater than a duke will befriend you;
for the great King will adopt you as His
children, and you will become princes
and princesses royal in the kingdom of
God.— Young Pilgrim.
Example Before the Family.
Does your light shine in your family?
If the head of the household, do they
see in you the earnest endeavor to main
tain communion with Christ? Do they
see that you live as if Jesus were a con
stant, visible guest in the house? Is
your influence in social intercourse such
as recognizes the unseen but approving
presence of the Master? Do you, in
your place of business, and in your rela
tions with men, show your interest in re
ligious truth and principle, not ostenta
tiously, but in a calm and cheerful man
ner let them see that you are, as in the
Church, and on the Sabbath, serving God
in your business? Your religion is to be
not one of sentiment merely, but a mat
ter of daily experience, and of constant
practice. — Zion's Herald.
Temperance.
How the Wife Felt.
A man, at whose house I was a guest,
told me that he been a hard drinker and
a cruel husband; had beaten his poor
wife till she had almost become used to
it. “But,” said he, “the very moment I
signed the pledge I thought of my wife—
what will my wife say to this? Strange
that I should think of my wife the first
thing, but I did ; and, as 1 going home, 1
said to myself: “ Now, as I have signed
the pledge, she’ll faint away, or she’ll up
and do something; and I must break it
to her by degrees.” Only think of it;
why the night before, I’d have knocked
her down, just as like as not, if she
hadn’t looked to please me; and now I was
planning to break good news to her, for
fear it would upset her.”
As near as I could gather from what
he told me, he found his wife sitting over
the embers, waiting for him. As he came
into the house, he said:
“Nancy, I think that ”
“Well, Ned, what is it?”
“ Why, I think I shall—that is—l mean
to—to—Nancy, I mean ”
“What’s the matter, Ned? Any thing
the matter ?”
“ Yes,” said he, “ the matter’s just
this—l have signed the temperance
pledge, and, so help me God, I’ll keep
it!” ‘
“ She 'started to her feet, and she did
faint away. I was just in time to catch
her; and as she lay in my arms, her eyes
shut and her face so pale, thinks I, she’s
dead, and I’ve done it now. But she
wasn’t dead; she opened her eyes, and
then she put her arms round my neck ;
and I didn’t know she was so strong, as
she pulled and pulled, till she got down
where I had not been before for thirty
years —on my knees. Then she said:
‘ 0 God ! help him!’ and I said, ‘ Amen!’
and she said, ‘ 0 God! help my poor Ned,
and strengthen him to keep his pledge !’
and I hollered ‘ Amen!’ just as loud as I
could holler. That was the first time we
ever knelt together, but it was not the
last.”— Selected.
Keeping Restaurant.
“I am tired of this, Sidney,” said little
Harry Hunter, as he threw down his bat
and ball.
“ What else shall we play?”
“I know,” said Sidney; “let’s play
keeping restaurant. I’ll be the bar
keeper, and you make believe you are
coming in to get a drink. I’ll fix this
board on these bricks for the place the
man stands behind when he pours out the
drinks; I’ll put these old bottles on it,
and these blocks for cigar-boxes, like we
see them fixed in the windows. There
now, that’s right; but I bet you can’t do
your part, Harry, you’re too little.”
“Can’t I?—’deed I can though—ele
gant,” said Harry, gleefully; “’cause I
saw pa do it, and he ought to know how.”
“ I’d like to know where you saw pa
taking a drink, Harry? I don’t believe
it,” said Sidney.
“But I did see him,” said Harry,
stoutly. “I went walkin’ with him yes
terday; and when we got by the place at
the corner, where the windows are fixed
like our bar here, only ever so much
nicer—well, pa told me to wait a minute,
’cause he wanted to see a man in there;
and when he opened the door, I saw such
•pretty things—big glasses and pictures
and shiny glass fixin’s, and lots of other
thing; so I pushed the door open a wee,
little mite, and I peeped in.”
“Well,” said Sidney, who was much
interested; “what did pa do?”
“ I can’t show without a tumbler,” was
Harry’s reply. “ But I’ll find one;” and
he scampered into the kitchen, and was
back in a twinkling, with a cracked glass
he found on the table. “ There! now I’ll
show you.” And he placed the glass on
the make-believe bar.
He went off a short distance and re
turned with his hands in his pockets,
walking with a comical strut, in imitation
of his father’s long strides. “Brandy,”
said he, elevating his childish voice.
Sidney turned around, and pretended
to pour out something in the glass which
he gave to Harry, and he could hardly
keep from laughing as the mimic toper
turned his head back, as if draining out
the last drop of the supposed contents,
and smacked his lips, wiped them with
his tiny handkerchief, and placing on the
counter a piece of paper as a substitute
for a stamp, he strutted away.
Sidney could hold out no longer, but
burst into a roar of laughter, upsetting
in his merriment the whole establishment,
and sending bottles, blocks, boards, bricks,
and tumbler all in one confused pile at
his feet.
THE JtfETEtODIST ADVOCATE. JULY 17. 1872.
“Now, Harry, did pa really look that
way ? I didn’t know he ever drank any
liquor. Ma says it’s wrong,” said Sid
ney, as soon as he could get his face
straight.
“ Yes, he did do just that way I showed
you, and when I’m a man, I’ll do so, too.
When he started to come out, I run out
on the pavement, and I heard a man say,
‘ If Hunter goes on in this way, he’ll be
in danger soon.’ What did he mean,
Sidney?”
Before Sidney could reply, the dinner
bell was rung, and the hungry little fel
lows rushed into the house.
Seated at the window overlooking the
playground, the father of these children
had seen and heard, through the half
closed blinds, all that had transpired.
Words are powerless to express the feel
ing that agitated his breast. The childish
lesson, so unconsciously taught, was not
lost; for never again did he drink a glass
of liquor; the little ones had cured him
by “playing at keeping a restaurant.”
Ruined by Rum.
One of the saddest causes of the many
terrible doings of rum came accidentally
to our knowledge yesterday. As we were
passing up Dearborn street, we observed
a miserable looking man staggering under
a load of rum at the corner of Mason
street, diagonally opposite the Tribune
Building. His clothing was dirty and
ragged. His boots had been worn out
some time ago and were only held together
in places. A slouched hat, long since
unfit to wear, was the covering of his
head. As we approached near him, we
discovered that he was an old acquaint
ance, but that in his besotted condition of
drunkenness (and it was not yet ten o’clock
in the morning) he did not recognize us
at all. We were deeply pained at the
spectacle. Upon near inspection we per
ceived that he was without a shirt. He
staggered along the street and down
Dearborn, to a place where rum is sold,
went in, and taking a chair, soon became
lost to his surroundings in a stolid condi
tion of complete intoxication. We have
not seen a more complete wreck in many,
many years, and doubt whether there is
in the whole city of Chicago a single man
who, seen on the street, would be taken
as a more thorough representative of
drunkenness —of the gutter —than this
poor, shirtless, abject fellow.
Ten years ago we knew that man, a
popular and prominent member of the
Legislature of one of our great Northwest
ern States. Soon after we met him in the
great Chicago Wigwam of 1860, a mem;?
her of the Convention which first nomi
nated Abraham Lincoln for the Presi
dency. Again we met him, some two
years afterward, in the city of Washing
ton, where he had much influence with
the delegation from his State. He went
into the staff department of the army
some time during the war, and immedi
ately after its close made some fortunate
speculations by which he became a rich
man. But about two years ago he en
tered into speculations which turned out
badly, and he was swamped in business.
A few months after that we met him at
the Briggs House, one evening, and
though he was slightly under the influence
of liquor, we had no idea that he had
begun to move down the inclined plane
which has now brought him to the gutter
and a life of unutterable misery. —Chicago
Post.
The Farm.
Lice on Animals.
The best exterminator of lice on any
kind of animal, says the Rural New
Yorker, is fine sand or road dust put on
the back from the head to the tail.
Lime for Fruit-Trees.
It is a good plan for all fruit-growers
to apply lime freely in their orchards
every two or three years. A half-bushel
to each tree will suffice. Light, loamy
lands will be the best benefited by the
lime, and the shell-lime is better for fruit
than the usual stone-lime.
Clover for Hogs.
A correspondent of the Country Gen
tleman, writing from Hamilton county, 0.,
says the system of all hog raisers in that
region is to pasture the hogs on clover
during the Summer. He presents as the
advantage of his plan, the statement that
an acre of clover will pasture five hogs
four months, and that it will take the
corn from half an acre to feed them the
same time. The cultivation of the corn
he counts equal to the other half acre.
Sugar Beets.
The culture of sugar beets is rapidly
spreading in the United States. Not only
is a permanent market for them about to
be established in the sugar-beet factories
now springing into existence, but they
are found to be excellently adapted as
food for stock. Milch cows, fattening
oxen, sheep and hogs, all devour them,
and in their culture no methods or imple
ments other than those needed for the
ordinary culture of turnips or rutabagas
are required.
Maxims for the Farmer.
1. Only good Farming pays.— He who
sows or plants, without reasonable assur
ance of good crops annually, had better
earn wages of some capable neighbor
than work for so poor a paymaster as he
is certain to prove himself.
2. The good Farmer is proved by
THE STEADY APPRECIATION OF HIS CROPS.—
Any one may reap an ample harvest from
a fertile virgin soil; the good farmer
alone grows good crops at first, and bet
ter and better ever afterward.
3. It IS FAR EASIER TO MAINTAIN THE
PRODUCTIVE CAPACITY OF A FARM THAN
to restore it. —To exhaust its fecundity,
and then attempt its restoration by buy
ing costly commercial fertilizers, is waste
ful and irrational.
4. The good farmer sells mainly
SUCH PRODUCTS AS ARE LEAST EXHAUS
TIVE. —Necessity may constrain him, for
the first year or two, to sell grain, or
even hay; but he will soon send off his
surplus mainly in the form of cotton or
wool, or meat, or butter and cheese, or
something else that returns to the soil
nearly all that is taken from it. A bank
account daily drawn upon, while nothing
is deposited to its credit, must soon re
spond, “No fundsso with a farm simi
larly treated.
6. Rotation is at least negativb
Fertilization. —lt may not positively
enrich a farm; it will at least retard and
postpone its impoverishment. He who
grows wheat after wheat, corn after corn,
for twenty years, will need to emigrate
before the term is fulfilled. The same
farm cannot support (nor endure) him
longer than that. All our great wheat
growing sections of fifty years ago, are
wheat-growing no longer, while England
grows large crops thereof on the very
fields that fed the armies of Saxon Harold
and William the Conqueror. Rotation
preserved these, as the lack of it ruined
those. —Boston Journal of Chemistry.
Miscellany.
Move On.
“ Move on,” said a policeman the other
day to a group of idlers who were stand
ing on the pavement; “move on and al
low the people to pass.” “Move on,”
said a master of a shop to one of his ap
prentices whom he had caught gazing
into a window, when he should have been
going on an errand. “Now, move on.
What do you think the world would come
to if every one, like you, kept standing
still and never moved forward?”
“Dear me!” said a schoolmaster to a
pupil, “how could you be so stupid? look
here; you have got 5 from 9—3. When
will you know better ? For the last three
months you have been trying to learn sub
traction, and now do not know any more
about it than when you first began. In
stead of progressing you are at a stand
still. Why don’t you move on?"
“Look, Bill, look at Jim, yonder, ho
must be getting on; new coat, new trous
ers. Why, I declare! anew suit alto
gether. Where can he get his money
from? He has no more wages than we
have, but he looks much more respecta
ble. How is this? It puzzles me.”
“Why just this, Dick; when we spend
out- money at the ‘Black Bear,’ he is
‘ moving on.’ His garden is full of fruit,
ours of weeds; he is happy, we are mis
erable; and I, from this time, mean to
try to ‘move on.’”
“ Move on,” said a minister to his hear
ers, “move on, in religion, faith and
charity. ‘Move on;’ let it not be said
that you are behindhand in religion; keep
faithful to the end; and although ever
moving, be ever firm, so that when you
arrive at the appointed resting-place, you
will be able to exchange mortality for
immortality.”
, 4 ‘Art is Long, Life is Short.”
Dr. Summers, of the Nashville Chris
tian Advocate , answers as follows to a
correspondent who asks how he does so
much work:
“We do not do much work, so there is
no mystery about it. What little we do
is done by rising early, generally before
the sun; taking up one thing at a time;
attending to that which requires imme
diate attention; getting friends to read for
us when our eyes get tired; and refresh
ing our spirits with a chat with a genial
friend like our correspondent, or writing
nugce like the present in answer to que
ries. Our duties are so diversified that
the frequent changes from one to another
afford recreation. But, ah! we mourn
constantly over the little that we do, com
pared with what many others accomplish,
and what we want to do, and what we
would do if health and life were prolonged.
How often do we emphasize the Ilippo
cratian gnome , which few know how to ap
preciate better than our correspondent—
Ars longa, vita brevis! How do we re
joice to know that there is a life which
will afford us ample scope for studies and
explorations in the immeasurable fields
of space, where there shall be no dimness
of vision, or wearings of flesh or spirit,
but where there shall be immortal vigor
and freshness,
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
Capital and Labor.
It is estimated that there are at pres
ent forty or fifty thousand workingmen
on a strike in this country. In many in
stances the employers have acceded to
the demand for an increase of pay, and
a redaction of time to eight hours for a
day's work. Other employers, notably
the piano manufacturers, have refused to
succumb, and the refusal has given rise
to riot and violence on the part of the
strikers. The police of New York had
to make an attack upon a body of strikers
who were making threatening demonstra
tions against their fellow workingmen
who refused to join them. The striking
movement is general, extending to all
trades and occupatious, in all sections.
It is thought that the greatest excitement
is passed, but, no permanent peace is
achieved between employers and laborers.
Nor will there be any thing better than
an armed truce between them until each
party learns the important lesson that
their interests are bound up together.
Neither capital nor labor can gain any
thing by taking advantage of the emer
gencies of trade, to extort more than its
just share of the common profits flowing
from their union.— Selected.
Humorous.
Character.
The Irishman had a correct apprecia
tion of the business, who, being asked by
the judge if he was of a good moral char
acter, when he applied for a license to
sell whisky, replied: “Faith, your honor,
I do n’t see the necessity of a good moral
character to sell whisky.”
Rival Hymn-Books.
The Baptist papers have been much
occupied of late with discussions, not al
ways in the best temper, relative to
hymn-books, which has moved one brother
to say that one of the strongest reasons
for wishing to go to heaven lies in the
fact that “there are no rival hymn or
tune-hooks up there.”
Sarcastic.
Slightly sarcastic was the clergyman
who paused and addressed a man coming
in to church after the sermon had begun,
with the remark, “Glad to see you, sir;
come in ; always glad to see those here
late who can’t come early.” And de
cidedly self-possessed was the man thus
addressed in the presence of an aston
ished congregation, as he responded,
“Thank you; would you favor me with
the text?”
Disgusted.
In a Pennsylvania town there was an
excellent but eccentric clergyman, named
Ross. He was about taking a collection
for some especial object, and had pleaded
warmly in its behalf. “My brethren,”
he said, “ I want you all to give liberally
to-night—none of your pennies and five
cent pieces, but let every one give a quar
ter, and to set you a good example, I will
give the first myself,” dropping a twenty
five-cent piece in the basket.
After the collection was taken, he lifted
up the baskets, looked them over care
fully, and then remarked: “I see that
my quarter is the only one here; so I
shall take it back again,” which he did,
and put it in his pocket with evident dis
gust at their meanness.— Chris. Weekly.
“That Goose.”
Dr. Blake, in his “Notes on America,”
relates that “a lady was convinced that
her cook had stolen a goose. The wo
man stoutly and angrily denied it.
Though morally certain of it, the lady
thought it best to wait for a fit opportu
nity to get a confession. On the follow
ing Sunday morning the cook asked leave
to go out for the day that she might at
tend the ‘’munion.’ Her mistress was
quite willing that she should go out, but
wondered at her thinking of going to the
communion. ‘You know, Sal, you took
that goose; how can you think of going
to the ‘’munion?’ ‘Well, misus,’ said
Sally, ‘if you will have it, I did take the
goose; but if you suppose that for the
matter of one goose I am going to re
nounce my Lord and Savior, you’re very
much mistaken.’ ”
Amen.
In the south of New Jersey, some
years ago, there traveled over some of the
hardest counties, a good, faithful, hard
working brother, named James Moore, or
“Jimmy Moore,” as he was familiarly
called. He was devoted to the itinerancy.
A true, loyal Methodist, plain, pointed,
and sharp in all his preaching’ and ex
hortations. He had been laboring a year
on one of his circuits, and before leaving
for his new field, he gave his people, who
dearly loved him, his farewell sermon.
At its close he said: “My dear breth
ren, that is my last address to you. I
am going from you, and you may never
hear the voice of James Moore again.”
“Amen!” came loudly from the seat
before him.
He looked at the man with a little sur
prise, but thinking it was a mistake, he
went on.
“My days on earth will soon be num
bered. I am an old man, and you may
not only never hear the voice of James
Moore, but never see his face again.”
“Amen!” was shouted from the same
seat, more vigorously than before.
There was no mistaking the design
now. The preacher looked at the man.
He knew him to be a hard, grinding
man—stingy and merciless to the poor.
He continued his address—“ May the
Lord bless all those of you who have done
your duty, who have honored him with
your substance, who have been kind to
the poor, and—” Pausing and looking
the intruder straight in the eye, and
pointing to him with his finger, “May his
curse rest on those who have cheated the
Lord and ground the poor under his heels.
Say amen to that, brother!"
The shot told. He was not interrupted
again. —Christian Weekly.
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GOLDEN HYMNS.
Retail, 15c. each. Per dozen, $1.50.
For sale by HITCHCOCK & WALDEN,
64 Powell Block,
Atlanta, Ga.
Best L«ad Pencils in the City.
A. W. B ABEJRS’ Hexagon, Gilt $1 25 per doz.
“ Round, Gilt 80 “
“ School Pencil, gilt 25 “
EAGLE Hexagon,gilt 100 “
“ Round, gilt 80 “
SUN Rubber Tip, Hexagon.... 75 “
METHODIST BOOK CONCERN 75 “
For sale by HITCHCOCK & WALDEN, Atlanta, Ga.
The LADIES’ REPOSITORY IS “QUEEN
OF THE MONTHLIES.’’ TRY IT.
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| In the wonderful medicine to which tho afflicted
aft above pointed for relief, the discoverer believes
ho has combined in harmony more of Nature’s most
.sovereign curative properties, which God has instill
ed into the vegetable kingdom for healing the sick,
than were ever before combined in one medicine.
The evidence of this feet is found in tho great variety
of most obstinate diseases which it has been found
to conquer. In the cure of Bronchitis, Severe
Coughs, and the early stages of Consump
tion, it nas astonished the medical faculty, and
|cminent physicians pronounce it the greatest medi
cal discovery of the age. While it cures the sever
est Coughs, it strengthens tho system and purifies
the blood. By its great and thorough Diood purl
tying properties, it cures all Humors from the
worst Scrofula to a common Blotch, Pimplo
or Erupt! ou. Mercurial disease. Mineral Poisons,
and their effects are eradicated, and vigorous health
and a sound constitution established. Erysipe
las, Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Scaly or
Bough Skin, in short, all the numerous diseases
causea by bad blood, are conquered by this powerful,
purifying and invigorating medicine.
| If you feel dull, drowsy, debilitated, have sallow
color of skin, or yellowish brown spots on face or
body, frequent headaclio or dizziness, had taste in
mouth, internal heat or chills alternated with hot
ilushes, low spirits, and gloomy forebodings, irregu
lar appetite, and tongue coated, yon are suffering
from Torpid Liver or “Biliousness^??
In many cases of “Liver Complaint” only
Sart of these symtoms are experienced. Asa reme
y for all such cases Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical
Discovery has no equal, as it effects perfect cures,
loaving tho liver strengthened and healthy. For the
cure or Habitual Constipation of tho Bow
els it is a never failing remedy, and those who have
used it for this purpose are loud in its praiso.
The proprietor offers SI,OOO reward lor a medicine
that will equal it for tho euro of all tho diseases for
which it is recommended.
« S , o r ld T>. bydru^i^tß , flt S 1 Per bottle. Prepared by
R- V. Pierce, M 7 D., Sole Proprietor, at his Chomioal
Laboratory, 138 Seneca Street, Buffalo, N. Y.
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BY HITCHCOCK & WALDEN,
FOR THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH,
Iu the Powell Block. Peaclitree-Street,
ATLANTA, GA.
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