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The Monroe Advocate. PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY L. & J. C. HARPER AT TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM. STRICTLY IN ADVANCE. , ■ ■- ■ Ms Miscellaneous. A Wooden Man —An alderman. An enraged man tears his hair, but an enraged woman tears her husband’s Marrying ft woman for her beauty is like eating a nightingale for its singing. The chaplain of the Kansas State prison is an old lady of 70 years, Mrs. Lydia Sexton. Fifty years ago a woman carried the mails once a week between Fredoma and Buffalo, N. Y. It is said that a broad->soled shoe will make a lady’s foot look smaller than a narrow-soled one. One of the most beautiful women of Portland, Oregon, has just eloped with a Chinaman and sailed for 'flowery land/ Let a woman once think you uncon querable, and unless she is unlike all other women; she will want to conquer you. • A young man in Kansas City, Mo., last Tuesday attempted suicide because a young servant maid wouldn’t marry him. Two young Atlantans ran a foot race on Sunday lor the honor of escorting a belle to chusch. The winner found she had just gone with another fellow. The editor of the Brownsville Clipper, is proud to state that he is the owner of a very small pig with rat killing proclfv* ities. The New Mondon (Wis.) Times re ports that a girl in that place 13 years of age, committed to memory 1,100 ver ses of the biole in a single week. A teacher of voeal music asked an old lady ifiier grandson had an ear for music. YVa’al, said the old womau, I really don’t know; won’t you take the cftndle and see? A woman in Mississippi, last season cultivated, with the help of a mule, ten acres of corn, ten acres of wheat, and ten acres of oats; making a clear profit of S4OO. A*gnat choked Pope]Adrian to death, which caused wonderful changes in the nation and history of the whole world. A counsellor of Rome was strangled by a hair in the milk which he drank.— This event caused the most serious re sults of anything that ever transpired in his family, Anocreon, one of the lyric poets, is said to have lost his life by swallowing the skin of a raisin. The world then lost one of the most illustrious poets and writers. A destructive war between France and England was occasioned, by a quar rel between two boy princes. The 'Grasshopper War,’ w hich took place about the time the Pilgrims came to New England in the Mayflower, be tween two Indian tribes, was brought about iu this way.* An Indian woman, with her little son, went to visit a friend belonging to an other tribe. The little fellow caught a large grasshopper on the road and car ried it with him. A lad from the tribe' wanted it, but he refused to give it up. A quarrel ensued, which soon drew the fathers and mothers into the dispute, and ere long the chiefs were engaged iu a war which nearly exterminated one tribe. Several centuries ago, some soldiers of Modena carried away a bucket from a public well at Bologna, which was the cause of a long war; and the King of Sardinia was imprisoned for twenty-two years, where he died. An English and French vessel had a quarrel about which should be sup plied first from a certain well of water, which induced a war that cost a thou sand lives. The great philosopher, Newton, saw a child playing with soap bubbles, which led him to his most important discoveries in optical instruments. Stephen Montgolfier saw a shirt wav ing, when drying before the fire, from which he first conceived tliea ide of a balloon. The art of printing was suggested by a man cutting the letters of his name on the bark of a tree and impressing them on paper. On account of which we have books printed on good legible type on almost any and every subject sought by the human mind. Little drops of water, little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean and the beauteous land.J .Ages are made up of moments, foun tains of drops, and hnman character of little words and actions. A youug woman who has been get* ting $4 00 a month for general house work in Pennsylvania, has fallen heir to an English estate of £30,000. “High” Parsons would have couples tarry "When they propose to wed it> Lent— * But why? The sooner people marry, The sooner mostly, they repent. A bachelor says that oil he Bhould ask for in a wife would le a good tem per, sound health, good understanding, agreeable pbisegnomy, pretty figure, good connection, domestic habits, re sources of amusements, good spirits, conversational talents, elegant man ners and plenty of money? TIE MONROE ADVOCATE. $2 A YEAR. Blood for Blood. BY GERALD BALFE. Godfrey French was riding slowly along Black Valley, when the slow gathering gloom of night seemed sud denly to. deepen. The light died along the slopes of the mountains, and the lit tle path beside which his horse had lesurely walked for the last hour seemed suddenly to have grown into a black, moveless line. He could only hear its faintest murmur, nor hardly see his path, when a wild wind came sweeping through the defiles. It made his horse prance in annoyance. ‘The storm is on us, Willie; and we’re stalled in this confounded pest of a valley,' said Godfrey French. ‘I have been trying to get out of it for two hours/ he muttered drawing rein, and scowling about him. On each side the bold mountains arose, lifting their scraggy verdure to the very sky, it seemed to Godfrey, as he gazed up, Before him the valley wound away into utter darkness. We shall be drowned here, Willie, if that sky fulfills half it promises, he con. fcinued, dismounting to follow better with his eye a little footpath that seem ed to lead into a gap, The beautiful horse he led seemed to share in his anxiety, following obedi ently, and with an occasional glance around. Suddenly she gave a shrill whinny; and at the same moment God frey thought he heard a distant cry. He looked up, eagerly scanning the hills, and finalle saw a boy standing on a point of one of the bluffs, and gesticulat ing wildly. As he pressed on, be could distinctly hear the boy J s cries. Haste, then, haste—the«torm is coming! Haste; it will soon be on you! Follow the path: it will lead you up here.— Hasten, or you'll be drowned, like a rat in a hole. Before Godfrey reached the boy, be was suspicious that he was half idiot; and when be gained the rocks upon which he stood, he saw that the boy was, indeed, a poor, halfscrazed fellow, with staring eyes and furious gestures,* yet not without mercy for those less helpless than himself, for he carried a weary lamb, which he had probably been out in search of, while the dam ran by his side. Come—come out of the storm! he cried, pressing on. And Godfrey followed, still leading his horse, for the rocky steeps were dan gerous riding. Willie saw shelter first, and whinnied again at the scent of sweet hay, which he perceived as they turned a sharp angle and faced an old frame structure withoat buildings, more dark and gloomy in its appearance than the surs rounding scene. Go in to the fire! cried the boy, pointing to the door and grasping Willie’s bridle. No, I will see him put up first, an swered Godfrey, leading the horse to the stable. The animal was too valuable a one to be left to chance care. He was surs prised at the readiness with which the hal flense less boy rubbed down his glos sy flanks and covered him with an old rug, showing a gleeful satisfaction in his beauty as he tended him. He left him finally and turned toward the house. It was a large frame building, showing signs of decay wherever decay could touch it. Neither face nor light could be 6een at the windows, though the wind was shrieking and the rain falling heavily; and, obeying the boy’s directions, Godfrey opened the creaking waluut door and entered* He found himself in a large, low room, id which an old woman was pre paring supper, while an old man sat upon the hearth, fumbling with the lock of a rusty gun, and two aged point ers lay at his feet, smelling about his hands and the gun. He was the wreck of a stern, fine man; that was to be seen at a glance. The woman was a crone of the lower orders—his cook, as she showed by the awkward haste to obey the old man’s command and bring a seat to the stove.. He did not speak— only commanded by a gesture. Godfrey addressed him courteously. He smiled sadly, shook his head, and touched his ear in token of helpless deafness. r And so the wealthy visitor, detained fiom his waiting bride and marriage, sat in the old dreary house, looking in ill-concealed discontent from the fire to the cook, and from the dogs to the pas' sive and resigned face of his silent host. When the woman came and wheeled the old man’s chair to the board, he perceived that he was also crippled.— The crone turned to him. Will yer sit by, sir? she asked. As he rose, the door opened, and he stood arrested in the movement. A lady entered, so fair, so pure, so cold, that she might have been formed from snow. She had a loose black mantle about her, which she threw off, showing a queenly form, habited in a rich black stuff— the brocade of a former genera tion. She paused, her still face light* ing with a look of surprise as she ob served the visitor. Godfrey stepped forward, with the grace of a refined gentleman revealed in the unconscious act. I hope lam not intruding, Madam? MONROE, GA., THURSDAY, JUNE 15, 1871. I have been overtaken by the storm among these mountains* What is your name? she asked, look ing him iu the face, nor giving other signes of interest in his handsome pres ence. My name is Godfrey French, Mer chant, New York, he answered. I will trouble yon no longer than circumstan ces compel me. Mr. French is certainly welcome, very welcome, said the lady. She spoke with energy-—without warmth; but Godfrey, confused by the strangeness of his position, observed only that her manner was a peculiar one; and, though wishing himself well out of the place, took his seat at the table, as she desired. The meal was substantial, and she served him bountifully,* while the old man, for the first time breaking silence, began telling in a rambling, incoherent, yet not uninteresting way, the story of some famous storm among those hills. It was five years ago, Maud, you were but a girl at the time, and Hope had to be carried home in my arms.— Do you remember her hair curling over my arms in the wet?—and how she cried lest she were too heavy for me? He paused, and looked across the table at the young lady, a troubled, wistful look in his face, showing some half-remembered pain in his broken mind, Where is Hope, Maud? he asked, suddenly. She is dead, answered his daughter, with a strange smile upon her handsome features. Dead! repeated the old man, clutch ing his cap with the desperation of a dissatisfied child. In spite of a long fast Godfrey was unable to eat. These strange people had risen among his rosy visions like goblins at a feast. I am very tired—too tired to eat, he said, rising from the table. I would like to go to rest, for I must be on my way early in the morning. Maude bowed her cold, beautiful face. Jenny will show you a room—her room! He shall sleep there once—his last sleep! she murmured, turning away. She is crazy, too! thought Godfrey, leaving the room. The chamber into which the old wo man ushered him was large, irregular, full of cooks and shelves, on which were pilled articles of female apparel. Has Miss Maude given me her own bedroom, I wonder? he asked, looking about him as he entered the room, and was left alone. At the head of the bed hung a family portrait—a hale man and three children, a boy and two girls. In the dark, bright beauty of one he failed to recog nize the childhood of a pale, cold wo man he had just left; but the infantile beauty of the youngest girl had in it something familiar. A pretty child; the eyes—whose do they remind me of? he mused. His eyes wandered and fell upon a scarlet cloak hanging upon a chair, and then to a pair of dainty shoes suspend ed from a peg. There was a knot of pink ribbon beneath the little round mirror of burnished steel, and a leghorn hat bung out from an overcrowded chest. A lusUyear's bird’s nest, said God frey, giving a clumsy, tapestried chair a little shake, to clear it of dust, before he threw his cloak over it; and I am tired enough to sleep anywhere. I wonder what my little bride will think, was his last thought, as he composed himself to sleep. He awoke with the lark, and sprang up. Early as it was, breakfast was awaiting him, and his horse was sad dled at the door. 1 am afraid that you have been put to some trouble on my account, he said, as Maude appeared, and took her place at the table. I intended to have taken my leave without disturbing any of the inmates. You could not have done that, she answered, looking at him with the same strange smile he had before noticed. It was a cold, almost cruel look, ho thought, as he hastily supped the milk and tasted the fresh baked bread, still with little appetite. As he arose from the table his hos tess arose also. The storm is over, but the rain has made some of the turns impassable, she said. My horse is saddled; I will ride with you, and put you on a safe road out of the gap. In vain he protested. She mounted a black horse, and rode at his side down tho path. She wore a black cloak, her pale, chiseled faoe under its hood, God frey looked at her covertly, wondering how she could be so beautiful, and yet so repulsive to him. Your father never leaves the house? he asked by way of conversation. No; he sits all day, with my brother’s dogs, trying to clean the boy’s gun— that will never be used again. Your brother is dead, then? He died of a broken heart. Your family have seen trouble, said Godfrey, carelessly. We have seen bitter trouble, she an swered. After a moment, she resumed. We had a sister, who was our darling and our pride—the boy’s twin. She was murdered. Twins’ hearts grow togeth er, you know* She could not die and Guss live. His strength folio tfed her weakness. We are left to poverty, des olation, and decay. Where are you going, Mr. Ffench?* He was convinced that she was partly crazed, and told the truth, thinking it a more pacific theme for her abstracted mind. I am going home to be married. Where? AfLilliputian Cottage. Is your bride young? Young and lovely as a rose; my cousin—Miss Nelly French. She loves you? Yes. See this little horse I ridel I bought it for her to ride over the hills with, when the spring comes. Godfrey French, stop! she cried* The smile fled from bis face, and a deathly numbness seized his frame. He drew rein, and looked at his companion, with the uncertain gaze of one about to meet some horrible torture. Do you know where you stand? she cried. You stand before my sister’s grave—my sister whom you murdered three years ago by false vows, as surely as the knife minders! You know who I am now; I can see it in your face! You remember Hope Wilber. You knew her love; she came home to die. It is you who have ruined us. Do you think I shall let you go to happiness? Never! There is her grave! You shall go over it to your death! The mound was on the very edge of a precipice. He held his horse desper ately, but she urged hers forward a step, pressing him to the very brink, so that his horse’s fore feet touched the grave. He tamed upon her with an oath, You shall never go back! she cried, with a mocking laugh at the horror ex pressed upon his blanched face. She had a whip in her hand, which she had never used upon her own horse. He was terrified by its position. I can jump across the ravine! he ex claimed. Go, then! she said. He gathered the little horse instantly, fearful that his tormentor would strike the foaming, excited creature, and spurred him to the leap. The distance was deceptive. Willie struck the op posite lende with his fore.feet, slipped, and horse and rider fell into the gulf be neath. Three' days later his friends found him there, brused out of all recognition, excepting by his garments, and the body of the dead horse. It was well known came by his death. Maude lived but a short time following to en joy the payment of a heavy loan. Life — its Duties and Pleasures To imagine or suppose that individuals live or have a right to live for their own pleasure and enjoyment, is an absurdity that refutes itself. A lifetime is scarcely a distinguishable’atom in the revolving ages; and is no more worthy of attent ion as a part of eternity, than is a particular grain of sand on the sea-beach. If per sons were content to live for their own pleasure, they might as well—indeed, it would seem better, not to have been created at all. A life devoted to pleas ure and enjoyment, loses alt its interest and significance the moment it is ended; it is a blank, and when it is ended, leaves nothing behind. We all hp,ve a right to such reasonable comforts and enjoyments as we can secure, to nullify the trials and hardships of our condi tion: but to make the pursuit of pleas ure, wealth and honor; and the enjoy ment of these, the object of life is to waste it entirely. Our sojourn here is only a probatation for a life that will last forever, and the true view of life is in the solemn and awful reflection that what we do now will cast a coloring on our condition through all eternity. We are accustomed to wish for our friends a career of unmixed happiuess and pleasure; but such wishes are both vain and foolish. Trials and hardships are as necessary to the perfection of our natures, as fire is to steel, and though they are hard to bear, sometimes, they are genuine blessings in the end. The riohest experiences of onr whole lives, areHhose shadowed and darkened by bereavements, disappointments and afflictions, these trials and these alone, can extract the real gold from the dross of our natures, and prove what we are worth. Some time since, a variety merchant in the country, wished to order from a hardware store in this city, something for his tailor customers, aud wrote as follows: ‘Please send me two tailor’s gooses.’ Not liking the grammar, and fearing his New York friends would laugh at him, distroyed that order and wrote: ‘Please send me two tailor’s geese,’ After the letter was sealed, be was troubled in his mind lest they should send him a couple of live geese, pur chased from some tailor, when he todk the document from the post office, des troyed it and for two days thought of nothing except how to word his order so it could be understood and accord ing to grammar. At last he gave up in dispair and wrote: ‘Please send me jk tailor’s d—d it, send me another one just like it!’ —Democrat, YOL. 1 NO. 14 Eloquent Tribute to Woman. Woman is, and should be, equally inde pendent «of scorn and charity. She walks a queen. And with power hon esty conceded and skillfully used, she may win by commanding, and command by winning. In the highest impersonas tions of attributes, if the artist shapes his conception toward complete beauty, shades it off in the loveliness and sub limity of moral endowments, lifts it into the purity and peace of affections, composed in spiritual life, of thoughts that touch evil and disaster without tarnish or weakness, he can hardly es cape the female form. This being— woman—who brings to earth the gen tlest, most sympathetic sentiment; who alone can kindle the fire on the hearth of home; who bears not on her shoulders, but iu her bosom, most of human sor row, hushing, consoling, suffering it; who presents in her person the teuder est, most attractive type of human beauty, the image nearest the invisible form of angelic life; who lights with quick, brilliant thought the paths we tread together in social glee, or all alone in wrapped meditation; who brings to man the chief image of heaven’s chief benison, love, and remains the point of pure attachment of the incarnate life of Christ to thejlife of our lost race, can well pity the scorn of man and plead exemption from his gallantry; can with draw, as angels do, from too harsh and gross a touch into the unapproachable precincts of her own spiritual, purified power. Say not this is woman ideali zed, and so naught. It is because she can be so idealized, is so idealized before every penetrative, impassioned eye, from time to time gives firm, historic footing to the glow ing image, that she becomes the carrier dove of every noblest impulse, speeding it on its way to heaven. What we choose to call the physical and intellect ual weakness of women, her want of Strength, invention and philosophy, in a eertain aspect of them, are the condi tions of her triumph. Her victory is a moral one, and this she works out, not with sword or plowshare, not by the violence of the phisical or the dazzling achievements of the intellectual world, not by trick of hand or head, but by the silent influences of a nobler nature, slowly stealing into the heart, as the warmth of spring into the frozen earih, and unlocking there the fountains of human life and her own power. There is a plain identity, not a con flict of interests, between sex and sex iu the growth of society. There can not be full strength in the one without full strength in the other. Every weak ness on this side, will be the occasion of a corresponding weakness on that.— Each must act as an occasion and con dition of growth to the other. As in a play of swords, the steady eye, the quick stroke, watchful guard of the one party becomes the germ in training of the like qualities in the other; so the trenchant thrust of thought, the keen retort of wit, the ever ready foil of patience, the subduing stroke of affection are, in the sharp, free play of social life, the con ditions between man and woman of mu tual respect and power. Nothing can be plainer than this as regards physical perfection. It is diffi cult to tell on which root of life strength is most dependent. The mother cannot sink in feebleness—and what a pity it is that to be feeble and to be effeminate are very much the same thing— nor tho father fall off from the full force of the race, without introducing the subtle seeds of mischief If there is anything in the world conjoint, complex, spun of a thousand threads, mingled of a thou sand fluids, forged of a thousand blows, shaped by a thousand processes, it is the life that is to-day in each of us; and if there is anything bi-pnrte, bis popular, made up of mingled waters of two great rivers, poised in the attrac tion and intertraction of two types, adjusted by concession here, conquest there, and partition everywhere, it is the life we bear about with us, scaled In features maternal, or strengthened in forces paternal, as providential law may have wrought for us. The ooming man, strong, lithe, healthy, nimble of* limb, patient of thought, must find tho alchemy of thus being skillfully com*, posed of two spirits, equally adroit, clear eyed and potent.— l’rof. Bascom, in Putnam'9 Monthly. What is a Darling !—An exchange answers this question in the following delicious style; It is the dear, little beaming girl who meets one on the door stop; who flings her fair arms around one’s neck, and kisses one with her whole soul of love; who seizes one’s hat; who relieves one of one’s coat, and hands the tea and toast so prettily, who plaoes her elfish form at the piano aud warbles forth, unsolicited, such delicious songs, wbo casts herself at one’s foot stool andclasps one’s hand and asks her eager, unheard of question, with such bright eyes and flushing face and on whoso light, flossy curls one places one’s hand and breathes “God bless her!” as the fairy form de parts. The strongest propensity in a woman’s nature, says a careful student of tho sex, is to want to know what is going on, and the next strongest is to boss the job. Legal Advertising, Sheriff s sales, per levy of 10 lines $2,50 “ mortgage sales, 60 days 6.00 Sales, 40 days, by Administrators, Ex eeutors. or Guardians 6.50 Citations of Administration, Guard’ship 4.00 Notice to Debtors and Creditors 5.00 Rules Nisi, per square, each insertion 1.50 Leave to sell Real Estate 4.00 Citation for dismission of Administiator 5.00 “ “ “ Guardian 5.25 Fight between a Cat and Snake.— A few days ago, a gentleman who is en\ gaged in farming near Murfreesboro, was walking through his field, near where his hands wear plowing, when he discovered a cat at some dis tance coming toward him. Presently the cat turned aside, and, squatting very low, appeared to creep stealthy along as though in search of game. He quick" ened his steps to see if he could discover what was up. He soon discovered a snake about a foot and a half or two feet long, and, as the cat approached, the snake coiled himself up in a striking position. The cat instantly walked di rectly up to the snake and held up one foot near his snakeghip’s head, as if daring him to strike. Master snake, being full of spunk, was not the chap to take a dare; consequently he respond ed with his full power, but when his head should have been in direct contact with the cat’s paw, the paw, like the Irishmans flea, %van’t thar; and, before the head could be withdrawn, it receiv ed a heavy blow from the cat’s foot, and the paw was presented, with simi lar results. About four rounds of this sort occured, when the snake- seemed to remember ‘that he that fights and runs away will live to fight another day/ and with this understanding, he uncoiled and started to quit the field “How vain are all our earthly hopes”— his snakeship had no sooner commenced his retreat than pussy pounced upon him, and bit him entirely through the body in three or each of which, our was a fai^j^ite. — After this the cat appeared to be satisfied and quietly withdrew. The Reasost Why —Here is a painful evidence of original sin and total de*» pravity: Once, says the reverend narrator, the Superintendent asked me to take charge of a Sunday-school class. You’ll find ’em rather a hard lot, said he.— They all went fishing last Sunday but little Johnny Rand. He is really a good boy, and I hope his example may yet redeem others. I wish you’d talk to ’em a little. I told him I would. They were rather a hard looking set. I don’t thiuk I ever witnessed a more elegant set of black eyes in my life. Little Johnny Rand, the good boy, was In his place, and I smiled on him approv ingly. As soon as the lessons were read over I said: Boys, your Superintendent tells me you went fishing last Sunday—all but little Johnny here. You didn’t go, did you, Johnny? I said. No, sir. That was right. Though this boy is the youngest among you, I continued, you learn from his own lips words of good council, which I hope you will profit by. I lifted him up on the seat beside me, and smoothed his auburn ringlets. Now, Johnny, I want you to tell these boys why you didn’t go fishing with them last Sunday. Speak up loud now. It was because it was very wick ed, and you would rather go to Sunday school, wasn’t it ? No, sir; it was because I couldn’t find the worms for bait. And there was silence for a space. They Would Sing. —Three little girls who had buried in a garden in Ports*, mouth, N. H. the dead body of a pet bird, after consultation, sent one of their number into the house to inquire ‘‘if people didn’t sing at funerals.” On being told that they often did, the messenger ran hack, and in a few min utes the three were seen standing hand in hand around the little mound, gravely singing “Shoo fly, don’t bodder me.” Seven girls in Cincinnati have asso ciated themselves into a society having for its object the investigation of the antecedents of the wife hunters. Any girl having an ‘offer* may apply to the society and in less than a week she will receive a history of her lover from his youth upward. Weddings are likely to be scarce hereafter in Cincinnati. A spirited girl observes that to her mind tho women who want female suf frage because it will oause division in families, must boa precious meek lot. A woman of any pluck can pick a quar rel with her husband without waiting to split on votes. About a year ago, in a town in Ne vada, a girl presented herself at the bedside of a young man asked him if he loved her. He said he did. In less than a year thereafter there came a suit for breach of promise, and the young fellow had $3,000 to pay. Fontenelle being asked one day by a lord in waiting at Versailles what dif ference there was between a clock and a woman, instantly replied: ‘A clock serves to point out the hours, and a wo man to make us forget them.’ A’ paper published in Paris, Kv., states that 26 ladies in that town sat to gether in a private room, without any restraint, and never spoke a word for two hours. We don’t believe it! A gentleman expressed to a lady his admiration of her toilet. She said she supposed he had been impressed with jier angel sleeves. He answered effusion: ‘No; but he’d like to be.*