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by and. b. freeman.
I WOULD NOT, IF I COULD.
I would not dig my past
tip from its grave of weakness and re
gret;
Up from its hopes —which glimmered
but to set —
Its dreams, that oould not last I
Yet I can look before,
And profit by the lessons sadly learned:
As children, playing with the fire, are
burned,
And tempt its glow no more.
I would cot, if I could,
Live o'er again this dark, uncertain
life—
This slipping backward in the daily
strife
Of reaching after good.
Yet I can know how weak
Are all below, and so sweet charity
Will cling and grow about each form I
see,
And thns to me will speak :
I would not open out
The half'healed wounds of other years,
long fled ;
'Twere better they were numbered with
the dead,
Better than fear or doubt.
Yet I can truly say,
Let the dead past bury its dead. We
go
So swiftly onward to life’s sunset glow—
And then, there is no day !
Life is too short to waste
In vain repinings or in weak regrets ;
The strongest heart endures and never
frets
O’er jays it may not taste.
And he who can go on
Bravely and firmly in the allotted way,
Gaining new strength with every dar
kened ray,
Shall surely reach the dawn.
And so I would not lift
Up from the grave the shadows of my
past;
The clouds that all my sky once over
cast, ii'iui/ •// ***•
Into the night may drift.
Foj enough to fill
Each hour and moment of the days to
come ;
Then wherefore woo the shadows to our
home?
The wdleys to our hill ?
Jr i J V } J I
Too Well Proved.
A lawyer had a case on the docket,
in which, among other things, be wish
ed to prove that his client had no mon
ea, and to this end he cross-examined
one of the opponent’s witnesses as fol
lows : I ♦ k MWI
“You asked my client for money, did
jou not ?”
“Well—yes sir.”
“Answer promptly, air. Let us have
no hesitation. You asked him tor mon
ey —now what was his answer ?
“I don’t know as I can tell.”
“But surely you remember.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then out with it. What was his
answer.
“I’d rather not tell.”
“Ho ! ho ! You are on that track are
you 7 You won’t tell?”
“I should rather not, sir.”
“But I should rather you would ! So,
sir, if you do not answer my questions
promptly and truthfully, I’ll call on ihe
court to commit you for contempt.”
“Well, it I must tell tales out of
school here you have it. I asked him
yesterday if he couldn’t lend me half a
dollar, end he told me he ctuld not.”
“And you believed him, did you not ?”
“Yes, sir ; for he said you had rob
bed him of every cent of his ready
money, and if he didn’t get out of your
hands pretty soon his wife and little
ones would come too.”
“Thai will do, sir. You can step
down off the stand.”
Don’t Like to Tell Before Folks,
A horny-handed phrenologist in a
West End groseryt of Madison, Wis.,
the other evening placed his hand on a
iriend’s head and said :
“Bill, do you want to know your ca
pacity and perceptibleness 7"
“Yes, if I’ve got any,” was the reply.
“Well, then,” replied the phrenolo
gist, “I place the tip of my thumb
about the centre of the ear thus ; then
I extend my fingers around the posteri
or portion, called in phrenology the oc
ciput ; then I join the lips of the fin
gers of both hands, and endeavor to
bring the thumb tips together, but the
thumbs don’t meet by— goodness !”
At this point the phrenologist looked
puzzled and gazed up at the ceiling
gravely.
“Out with it—l am prepared to hear
the worst,” said Bill.
But the phrenologist said he’d have
to tell him privately, and took him out
and up the street till near a saloon door,
when he paused and whispered in Bill’s
ear:
Vou ve got a powerful brain—a pow
er totelleot, and orto be in Congress
stead of us : ng a hammer.” Bill drag*
Sea his f. iend into a saloon and called
* or “the best in the house.” They
drank and Bill asked, “Why didn’t
tell me in the presence of those
wen at the grocery ?” “Because,” said
foo 6 l !” reDOl ° Sißt> “ X knew ’ and call me a
Cnlljoun Siincs,
A LA CHANDLER.
A Catastrophe in ike Kpilkins
Family.
Our inestimable neighbor and friend,
Mr. Jedediah Spilkins is a member of
the noble order of Meandering Mo*
hawks, and attends with greit regulari
ty the weekly meetings of the lodge.—
At times there are called meetings, say
to bury a brother M. >l.; or he is on
a committee, so that many evenings of
this sober-minded grocer are occupied
by the M. M.'s, much to the wrath and
discomfort of Mrs. Spilkins, who does
not approve of “men brutes,” as she
styles the lords of creation, “gettin'
off by theirselves’ in a secretive way.
“No tellin’ what they’r up to on them
occasions,” she remarks.
One fact that aggravates the disorder
is that Spilkins takes something at
these meetings of the Meandering Mo
hawks, noble red men, that flies to his
legs and strangely affects his speech,
so that she would think he was drunk
only Beacon Snorton, who is also a
brother Mohawk, assures her that no
liquor is allowed at the lodge, and then
at all other times Brother Spilkins
is as study and sober as a Judge Hum.
phries.
Mrs. Spilkins, however, got to be so
exasperated by the frequency of these
meetings and the shaky condition of the
grocer, that she undertook their sup.
pression by depriving him of his night
key. Some nights after this courageous
womau, who, like all other married la
dies, has been for years looking for a
man under the bed, was awakened by
someone breaking in the house over the
kitchen shed, and, arming herself hasti
ly with a poker, she made the window
just in time to meet a man’s head com
ing in at this orifice of their edifice.—
Nothing but a thick felt hat saved Spil
kius from an immediate and violent
death. As it was, he went among his
customers nursing a lump on the outer
surface of his intellect that resembled
in size and shape a goose egg done in
has relief.
Mrs. Spilkins, not wishing to murder
the father of her innocent children, re
stored him his night-key. with an ad
dress ou the occasion that we regret
was not reported, for it was a sweet bit
of eloquent utterance, that S. said af
ter, took about an hour in passing any
one point.
Our friend and neighbor continued
his regular-irregular attendance upon
the Meandering M.’s, a purely social
and charitable institution, until one
night, or rather one morning—for the
iron tongue of time had told the witch
ing hour when graves do yawn, accord
ing to Shakspeare—we suppose from
being bored—when this inestimable cit
izen and tax payer worked his way into
his own and wife’s sleeping apartment.
This was no easy work, as he wished
to seek his couch without dis’urbing
the partner of his domestic joys and
sorrows. Under these circumstances
the total depravity of inanimate things
is really amazing. There was, as there
always is, the rocker of a chair waiting
in grim silence for the fated shin.—
Spilkins collided on this, anil suddenly
drawing up his wounded limbs, uttered
a profane expression. Mrs. S., now
awake, heard in wrath that profanitj in
the presence of her innocent babe. She
heard, immediately after, her liege
lord working his way, apparently over
an 'exceedingly rough country, in a
northeasterly direction. He seemed to
be going, over tables and chairs, to a
wardrobe, ffhich he appeared to be as
saulting with his head. From this sup
posed point, so far as latitude and long
itude could be learned uader the cir
cumstances, the tumultuous creature
appeared to be moving in a southerly
direction. He seemed to be wrestling
for a time with a dressing bureau. Af
ter, he tried conclusions with t*~e coal
scuttle, and then followed a dead si
lence. Mrs. S. took this occasion to
make a remark :
“You drunken brute,” she said, in
enforced calmness, “are you going to
break everything in the house ?”
No response came.
“What’s the matter with you—what’s
come of your jaw ?”
This brought forth onlv a groan th t
alarmed Mrs. S. Had Spilkins, grocer,
a fit ?
“Why don’t you answer?” she
screamed, at the risk of waking the.
baby.
“Anner Marier Spilkins,” solemnly
hiccoughed Spilkins. “I’ve gone and
done it!”
“Done what ?”
“Done murder.”
“What?”
“I’ve gone and sot on'the (hie)
baby, and I can't (hie) git up,” and,
Spilkins burst into tears.
Mrs. Spilkins, an extremely active
woman, sprang from the bed as if an
ounce of dynamite had been exploded
under her somewhat substantial person..
She landed on the floor with a bound.
Her first impulse was to rush in the
dark to the place from whence issued
the sobs of Spilkins, but a wail from
the infant Sp>lkins in another direction
at that instant satisfied her that there
was a mistake somewhere. With
ling hand she struck sixteen matches,
breaking tho lucifers and burning her
fingers, before she could start the gas.
When that bad article of Washington
manufacture flashed upon the scene
Mrs. Spilkins was startled.
She saw, squirming and crying in his
cradle, Rutherford JB. H. Spilkins, en
tirely uninjured, and on the othei side
of the stove the father of this prom,
ising infant calmly seated in the bread
tray.
CALHOUN, GA., SATURDAY, MAY 18. 1877.
What followed so belongs to the sa
cred privacy of domestic life that we
feel would be sacrilege to dwell upm
it. Suffice it to say that this frugal
housewife, seizing Mr. S. by the knape
of the neck, threw him, face downwards,
upon the floor, and proceeded with a
case-knife to replace the damaged
dough in a way to make her better and
somewhat damaged half solemnly swear
never to attend another lodge meeting
of the Meandering Mohawks.— IFas/i
--ington Capital ,
How the Tramp Didn’t get hits
Dinner.
A TRUE STORY BY “JO6H.”
People talk of the “poor persecuted
tramp,” and all that sort of thing, but
the plain truth of the matter is that
the average tramp is the laziest,
cheekiest and most undeserving of mor
tals.
They won’t work.
They would rather starve than do any
thing that has the appearance of work,
even.
But I didn’t intend to moralize or
preach on the tramp question I merely
started to relate a true story of how a
tramp lost bis diuner by putting on too
many airs.
It was at a farm house in the wes
tern part of this State. The tramp
happened to come along one afternoon,
shortly after.the farmer and his hired
hands had eaten their noon-day meal
and gone out in the fields to work.
His practical eye told him at once
that there was no man or dog around the
house, so he concluded to invite himself
in to dinner.
Walking into the house he inquired
first if the man was about, to make sure
in the matter.
“No,” replied the lady, unguardedly,
“he is out in the field. Shall I call
him ?”
“You needu’t mind about it. I on
ly want to get a bit of something to
eat.”
“Well, 1 am Bure you are welcome
to all you can eat,” said the farmer’s
wife. “Sit right up to the table and
I’ll bring you a bowl of milk and some
bread and cold meat.”
“Don’t s’pose I’ll be after eating the
cold vittles left from dinner, do you,”
remarked the tramp, insolently. “Not
much ! You just mosey around and get
roe a nice hot dinner. Do you hear?
I’m an eppycure, 1 am, and I’ve got to
have everything just so to suit my
taste. Now, slide around and trot out
your fresh egs and ham, lively too, for
I’m gitting mighty hungry !”
The tramp was master of the field,
or house rather, just at that moment,
and there was no other course but to
obey.
So the poor frightened woman opened
her larder and began to prepare a din
ner fit for a king—or a tramp.
The “eppycure,” as he sty ed himself,
sat looking ou with greedy eyes, and
hastened matters as far as possible by
injunctions to “hurry up and not be
all the afternoon getting the grub
ready !”
In due time the lady of the house
announced that dinner was ready, and
the poor, hungry, thankful tramp drew
up to the table and surveyed the feast
before him ; light biscuit, coffee, bam,
eggs, fried potatoes, a dish of lettuce
and an old-fashioned apple pie in the
background.
“This looks suthin’ like it,” he ex
claimed, complacently.
“If this is the kind of table you set
I’ll stay and take rooms for the sum
mer. Say, old gal, what’ll you charge
a week to board a gintlemau like me
aclf ?” \
And the insulting vagabond, smiling
at his own wit, commenced an onslaught
on the edibles before him.
Before the tramp had eaten a dozen
mouthfuls the farmer chanced to come
in from the field on an errand.
Hiseyewas instantly attracted by the
unusual sight.
“Hello! Maria, who have you got
here ?” he exclaimed.
Maria’s pent>up feelings burst forth,
and it only required about four seconds
to acquaiut her husband with the state
of affairs.
To f jßay that the farmer was simply
mad is putting it vejr.y naild indeed.
He was like an aroused lion in his
native forest.
Before Mr. Tramp was fairly aware
of the change in the situation a rough
hand grasped his collar and he sudden*
ly felt that that floor was sinking from
under him.
a nice hoi dinner, ch ?”
“Well, I’ll make it so hot for you
that you won’t feel like eating again in
a month ?”
And the stalwart farmer led the un
fortunate “eppycure” to the door and
kicked him headlong into the yard.
Then to finish the job he picked up
a bean pole and accompanied the
tramp about half a m*le down the road,
raising him in the rear with every
jump.
Days came and went, and weeks g’i
ded by and mingled with the past, but
the tramp never came back to order an
other hot dinner.
Moral for Tramps. —Don’t be too
particular. If the housewife hasn’t
got any boned-turkey haody, go out and
bone mte for yourself. And above all
avoid putting in too many “frills” when
in the vicinity of a healthy farmer who
wears No. 14 boots.
How Wild Horses are Captured
in Colorado.
The Tribune recently published a
short notice of the capture of wild
horses in Northern Colorado. The Lar
imer County Express has a longer no
tice, and as the article is an interesting
one, we republish the facts. Sheriff
Coon, W. F. Scribner, W. P. Morgan,
Thomas Earnest and Steve acd Charley
George, were the parti s interested, and
they were out last week. They went
some twentv-five miles northeast of Fort
Collins, and a few miles east of Pierce
station, on the Denver and Pacific
Ra lroad. Here they made their head
quarters for the campaign. Within
two miles of camp they never failed to
find a band of wild horses. Many a
long chase they had; but they finally
succeeded in capturing ten head. Two
of these, however, have the brand of
Mr. McClelland, of Greeley,
A great many animals were seen.—
Some of them were very valuable ones,
and were fleet of foot. Three head at
tracted the attention and challenged
the admiration of the entire party One
was a black maic, large, well propor
tioned and beautiful, and they run her
over forty miles but couldn’t catch her.
With this fine mare was a colt which
seemed to be a full-blooded Norman. —
These two are certainly valuable stock
—if they could be captured. The oth
er horse was a dark stallion that would
not weigh much over three hundred
pounds. His mane reached down to
his knees and his foretop to his nostrils,
and resembles a Shetland pony. He is
said to be a beauty. One wild band
was seen which seemed to be composed
entirely of large American stock, and
undoubtedly contained many valuable
animals.
These horses are as wild as antelope,
and the strategy used to get near the
latter has to be employed with the for
mer. The hunter must conceal himself
behind his horse until he gets as near
to the herd as possible, when, quickly
mounting, he must dash into the herd
like lightning, cutting in two and start
ing a portion of it in the direction of
the camp. No time must be lost, or
the wild animals will all escape. His
companions, however, will assist in the
mad ride back to camp, which is an at
tempt to drive the game into a corral.
If successful, then the work ol roping
the animals is commenced, and a right
lively little job it generally proves to
be.
The wildest of the horses were tied
to the weakest, and thus all were driv..
en to town without much trouble. The
same parties have in contemplation an*
other hunt ere long.
How his Pantaloons Saved him.
E. Polk Johnson gives ihe following
reminiscence in the Louisville Evening
News :
Twenty miles from Louisville, on the
Shelby Railroad, is a modest little sta
tion known as Long Run, near which I
was born, and where my family resides.
In 1873 I bad been visiting my home,
and in the early morning started on foot
to the station to take the train fur Lou
isville. When nearing the station, I
heard the signal whistle of the locomo
tive, but not the stopping signal, and
fearing that I would miss the train,
rushed across a small stream and struck
the railway below the station on the side
opposite from that on which the train
was tpproaching. Running rapidly up
the roadway, I reached a cow-gap about
one hundred yards from the station.—
Attempting to cross this my footing was
lost, and I fell, my right leg slipping
through the rails of the gap and hold*
ing me as if in the grasp of a black
smith’s vise. My valise went in one
direction, my hat in another, aud there
only remained in my hands a bundle
containing a pair of pantaloons. Look
ing up the road, it was easy to ascertain
that the signal lantern was not display
ed at the station, while the headlight
of the rapidly approaching train was
becoming each moment more painfully
visible through the gray dawn. Ho
newed efforts at extrication were made,
but in vain ; they only increased the
pain originally felt, and apparently ren
dered moie certain the fact that a Cor
oner was soon to be needed in that im.
mediate locality.
On rushed the train, heedless of the
life that lay in the path of the re
mor9eless engine. Nearer it came, un
til the headlight shone like the great
eye of some terrible monster of de
struction, bent upon the annihilation of
the human race ; the noise caused by
the escape of steam from the engine
was like the roaring of a troupe of de
vastating demons, and as it came near
er this hot and horrid breath was blown
lull into my face as if to suffocate me
before I should be devoured. I raised
myself as best might be done and fran
tically waved above my head the pair
of pantaloons which still remained in
my grasp. On came the monster and
more terrible became his roarings, hot
ter and fiercer his breath, wilder and
more demon-like the glare of that great
eye which seemed destined to light my
immediate way to the St,g ; au ferry and
across the dark waters of that river,
the mournful reverberations of whose
dark waves I seemed to almost hear.—
More frantically than ever waved that
strange signal flag, and yet on came
the terrible instrument of death.
What is here related occurred in but
a few seconds, and vet I lived over a
whole liietime whi’e lying help’essly
bound to that iron track, and making
my biw to the angel of death Through
my mind rushed in vivid panorama the
scenes of a lifetime, the joys and the
errois of youth, the hopes and aspira*
tions of manhood, thoughts of my fam
ily, and a dread of death in the full
bloom of life just beginning to De of
use to myself, ;tnd perhaps to nsy fellow
man. Above it all was the natural sel
fish feeling that, if it could in any way
be done, I would like to have that train
stopped at once. And again the signal
waved above me. Thank fleaven ! it is
seeD. Loud above all other souuds was
heard the sharp, quick, danger signal
of the engine whistle; the brakesmen
sprang to their places, the train slack
ened speed obedient to the touch of the
engineer, who reversed the valves, and
just when it had come so near me that
the light of the great eye blinded me,
the breath of the fatal monster almost
suffocat and me, and I could reaoh out a
hand and touch the demon, it stopped.
It stopped, and the life which but a mo
ment before was not worth a penny,
was saved. By he aid of the engineer,
who said hia engine was never befoie
flagged with a pair of pantaloons, I
was relieved from my almost living
grave and placed aboard the train,
promising myself to avoid railroad
cow-gaps throughout all my future ca
reer.
It is needless to sav that the promise
has been very religiously kept. I sup
pose that it was fright which I felt
when that train drew near to me. In
the absence of anything better to call
it, I will admit being scared. During
the war 1 had been close to the mouih
of a hostile battery at Perryville;
charged a heavy line of brave fellows
across the “River of Death” at Chick
amauga; had stood one of the frail
skirmish line which received the shock
of Grant’s sixty thousand veterans at
Missionary Ridge, a-d in a hundred
skirmishes had felt death flying as a
pestilence through the air, but never
had I experienced similar sensations to
those which came to me when impris
oned in a cow-gap, I stopp and a train
and robbed the death angel of a victim
with a pair of doeskin cassimere panta
loons.
Probabilities.
Do not dictate to ar. editor how to
run his papo*-; should you do so, how
ever, the probability is you will be told
to attend to your own business.
Read the advertisements in your pa
per, and the probability is you’ll find
the place you want in order to pur*
chase something that you have long
been in need of.
To ask an editor to insert a puff in
his paper without pay, is like a man
asking another to work for him
for nothing, and the probability is you
will get an indignant “No,” to your ap
peal.
Never borrow newspapers from your
neighbors. If you are in the habit of
doing so, break right off, for if you still
continue to do so, the probability is,
that your last hour of life will be full
of remorse, fear and death.
Never allow youielf to become a de
linquent subscriber ; ehoul \ you do so
and die, the probability is tha‘ the pro*
prietor will inform your friends of your
short comings.
During the session of a temperance
meeting in a neighboring town, one of
the persons who occupied the stage was
an enthusiastic deacon who frequently
interrupted the speakers by veiling,
• Thank Heaven for that.” One gentle
man was called upon, who arose and
said : “Ladies and gent'emen, I am
heart and soul in this cause, and teel
that it will be a great benefit to the
people of this place.” “Thank Heav
en for that,” yelled the deacon. “But
ladies and gentlemen,” he continued, “I
am sorry to say that it wiU be impossi
ble for me to address you this even*
ing ” “Thank Heaven for that,”
said tin absent-minded deacon, and
then the chairman took him out doors
and had two men sit on him.
In conversing about the days of sla
very in the South with his sweetheart
the other evening, George Augustus
propounded an original conundrum :
“Suppose you were to be sold, sweet
Angeline, can you tell me why the man
who bought you would have reason to
regret his purchase ?” “No,” answer
ed, with a playfal pout. “Because,”
said Goorge, moving nearer, “you are
a little dear at any price.” Couldn't
tell one head from the other when we
left.
The English language is being rap
idly reformed in accordance with the
advanced morality of the times, and in
no Darticular is the reform more stri
king than in the treatment of that old
fashioned, ug y word “lie.” A states
man’s lie is now “diplomacy,” a sol
dier’s is “strategy,” a society mao’s is
“politeness,” a merchant’s is “business,”
a politician’s is “patriotism,” and when
a reporter is found so unscrupulous as to
tell one it is called an “item,” if it can
not bo termed “hum Gr.”
_—
It makes the new preacher awful
mad to be fumbling with the intricacies
of a front gate fastening, trying to
make his first pastoral call, to have the
woman of the house turn the slats of
the bay window and call out, “We
haven’t got no old clothes to give away,
and there ain’t any cold vittles in the
house ”
“Do you really believe, Mr Podkins,
that anyb dy could make a bead from
butter asked the landlady.
“Well, yes, ma’am, I should think
thev might,” said Po Ik ins, a. he push
ed back his individual batter plate;
“somebody has got as far as the hair
with this.”
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VOL. VII. —NO 37
ESTABLISHED 1865.
GILMORE At CO^
Attorneys at Law,
Successors to Chipman, Hosmer & (a,
629.F. ST., WASHINGTON , >, 0.
American and Foreign ( atenta,
l’rten's procured in all cm allies. No
fees in advance. No alinrge .lilies* Oto
patent is granted. No fees for making prt
liminary examinations. No additional fes
far obtaining and conducting n rehearine.
Special attention given to Interfvrencg
cases before the Patent Office, Kxtensions
before Congress, Infringement suilß in dif
ferent States, and all litigation appertain
ing to inventions or patents. Send stamp
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ments,
Claims prosecuied in the Supreme Court
of the United States, Court of Claims,
Court of Comniis&eiurs of Alabama Claims,
Southern Claims Commission, aud all class
es of war claims before the Executive De
partments.
Arrears of Pay and Bounty.
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war or their heirs, are in many' cases en
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which they have no know ledge. Write fnlj
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and bounty received. Enclose stamp, nud
a full reply, after examination, will, bt
given you Lee.
Pensions.
Ail officers, soldiers, and sailors would*
ed ruptured, or injured in the late
however slightly, can obtain ape
many now receiving pensions are o
to an increase. Send stamp and iu
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United States General Land Office
Contested land cases, private land claima,
ining pre-emption and homestead cates,
rosecuted before the General Laud Offio#
and Department of the Interior.
Old Bounty Land Warrant*.
The last report of the Commissioner" of
the General Land Office shows 2,807,500
of Bounty Land Warrants outstanding.
These were issued under act of 1855 an!
pvior acts. We pay cash for them. Send
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fect them.
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ducted in a separate bureau, under the
charge of experienced Jawyers and elerks.
By reason of error oi fraud many attor
neys are suspended from practice before
the Pension and other offices each year.——■
Claimants whose attorneys have been thua
suspended will be gratuitously furnished
with full information and proper papers cu
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us. *
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Address GILMORE & CO.,
P. O. Box 44, Washington , D. o*.
Washington, D. C., November 24, 1876.
I take pleasure in expressing my enfirw
confidence in the responsibili.y and fidelity
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Gilmore & Go., of this city.
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[Cashier of the Natioi al Metropolitan Bank I
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