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5 RAILROADS.
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Leave Atlanta -7-00 *
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r Atlanta. 7.55 a m
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PROFESSIONAL CARDS.
vvTsTjohnson,
-A.ttoi*ney A.t Law,
CALHOUN, GEORGIA.
Office in Southeast corner of the
; onr< House.
AngH 1 ts
. C. FAIN. JOS. m'connell.
fain and McConnell,
Attorneys at Law,
CALHOUN, GEORGIA.
Office iu the Court House.
Au 8 11 1 ts
~RTm.
•Attorney a t Law,
CALHOUN ; GEORGIA.
SXi'" Office in the Court House.
Aug 11 1 ts
W. J. CANTRELL,
Attorney At Law.
Calhoun, Georgia.
\V ILL Pr *et»ce in the Cherokee Circuit,
/. "• 8. District Court, Northern Dis
inct of Georgia, (at Atlanta); and in the Su
preme Court of the State of Georgia.
E- J- kikeb, ~
Attornoy at Law,
CALIIOUN ; GEORGIA.
W\.OfJirt at the Old Stand of Cantrell $ Kiker.\
ILL practice in all the Courts of the
GeorJtf r, Circuit; Su Preme Court of
at r theUni,ed S,ates l)istrict Cou,,t
ftuglOTQly
RUFE WALDO THORNTON,
DENTIST,
ALHOUN, . G AOIA
T'UNmiLf„r-, rm „ ; ’“', s
1 * muance J< ll »e same. *
>ffice over Boaz, Barrett & Co’s. sepls
Printing neatly executed hc7e~
Calhoun Advertisements.
New Management!
CALHOONHOTEL.
E. R. BABSEES,
[Formerly of Atlanta, Ga.~\
RESPECTFULLY announces to the travel
ling public, that he has refurnished and
refitted the above hotel, and is now ready to
accommodate all who may stop with him.
Rates moderate; and table furnished with
the best the market affords.
Calhoun, Ga., August 19th, 1870—ts
07 TINSLEY.’
WATCH-MAKER
AND
JEWELER,
CALHOUN, : : : : GEORGIA.
0
ALL styles of Clocks. Watches and Jewelry
neatly repaired and warranted.
aug!9’7otf
CALHOUN
SALE AND
LIVERY STABLE!
0
G. R. BOAZ,
KEEPS FINE STOCK, and Vehicles to
correspond, and is at all times pre
pared to furnish any kind of
Conveyance,
AT VERY LOW RATES FOR CASH.
Stock bought and sold on reasonable
terms. aull,tf
J. H. ARTHUR,
DEALER IN
STAPLE AND FANCY DRY GOODS ,
Cutlery, Notions &c.
Also keeps constantly on hand a choice
stock of
FAMILY GROCERIES,
In all of w hich purchasers are offered in
ducements to buy.
Aug 11 1 6m
* BALLEW & MARSHALL,
DEALERS IN
FAMILY GROCERIES,
LIQUORS, cfco.
Always on hand a good supply of
BACON, LARD, ELOUR, MEAL,
SUGAR. COFFEE, lIICE,
CIGARS, TOBACCO,
CONFECTIONERIES,
And, in fact, a full and complete assortmen
of Staple and Fancy Groceries.
We also keep one of the best Stocks of
Wines and Liquors
in this part of the country.
If you want good, fresh Groceries, or Fine
Old Whiskies, Brandies, or Wines, give us a
call. aull,3m
W. W. BLASINGAME,
Main Street, next door to 11. C. Hunt,
CALHOUN, GA.
Dealer in Foreign and Domestic
WINES & LIQUORS,
CIGARS, TOBACCO,
CONFECTIONERIES, &c.
ALWAYS on hand Superior old fashioned
CORN and RYE WHISKEY, Pure, Cognac
Brandy, Sherry, Madeira and Port WINES,
expressly for medicinal purposes.
Pure Old Peach, Apple and Blackberry
Brandies always on hand.
Give me a call if you want Good Liquors.
One complete set of BAR FURNI
TURE for sale. aull.3m
INGHBAM,
DEALER IN
DRY GOODS,
GROCERIES,
Boots andL Shoes
STATIONERY,
HARDWARE,
TINWARE,
CROCKERY.
SADDLES,
BRIDLES,
And many articles too numerous to men
tion. My stock is complete, my goods new
and fresh, and I am determined not to be
undersold.
Give me a call, at Gordon’s old stand,
on Wall Street.
All kinds of country produce received in
exchange for goods, and highest market
prices given.
J. H. CAVAN,
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALER IN
Fine Wines, Liquors & Cigars,
No. 11 Granite Block ,
Broad Street, - ATLANTA, GA.
AGENT FOR THE SALE OF THE
Celebrated Cincinnati LAGER BEER and ALE
sept 29 For the State of Georgia. 3m
0. H. & A. YV. FORCE,
SIGN OF THE
BIG IRON BOOT,
Whitehall Street, : : : Atlanta, Ga.
BOOT** Sh*ea ad T'oitks. a ewnploif Stock
•.fd nt*w Ofrxc mriv ov: >tail\ ! fit ss’
B'i) and • o Stin> s, «»f ih mak •«. I.; and
Sh.e of « ki i * H-,\s t»>«! Cbilarvn’s
Sh es o • r**r> g h ;•* amt ni»k«*.
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tto'e-vKi#* Tr .j«*. m>p<2 .’Jo-lv
Two River Farms For Sale.
ONE, two and a half miles north of Kesaca,
on the W. & A, R. R.—containing about
500 acres—two settlements.
One, one and a half miles north-east of lie
saca—containing 100 acres.
Will be sold at a bargain if early applica
tion is made to J. H. BARNETT,
sept2’7o*3m Rfsaca. Ga.
Gordon County Farmers, whenever you
visit Rome don't fail to call on DcJournett &
Son for Groceries.
CALHOUN, GrA.., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 37, 1870.
P O E TRY.
SABBATH EVE.
How calmly sinks the parting sun!—
Yet twilight lingers still;
And beautiful as dreams of heaven
’Tis slumbering on the hill;
Earth sleeps with all her glorious things
Beneath the Holy Spirit’s wings.
And, rendering back the hues of love,
Seems resting in a trance of love.
Mysterious music from the pines,
O’er yon dark rock reclined,
Falls like the whispering words of peace
Upon the heavenly mind.
And winds, with pinions steeped in dew,
Breathe gently, as if stealing through
From Eden's bowers, they come to bless
The spirit with their holiness.
And yonder glittering throng of clouds,
Retiring from the sky,
So calmly move, so sweetly glow,
They seem to fancy’s eye
Bright creature- of a better sphere,
Come down at noon to worship here,
And from their sacrifice of love
Returning to their homes above.
The Spirit of the Holy Ere
Comes through the silent air
To feeling’s hidden spring, and wakes
The gush of music there ;
And the far depths of either beam
So passing fair; we almost dream
That we can rise and wander through
The open paths of trackless blue.
Each soul is filled with glorious dreams,
Each pulse is breathing wild,
And thought is soaring to the shrine
Os glory undefilcd;
And holy n pirations start
Forth from tho temple of the heart,
And chain—for earth’s dark ties are riven,
Our spirits to the gates of heaven.
f —
THE BEAUTY.
Beautiful faces are they that wear
The light of a pleasant spirit there,
It matters little if dark or fair.
Beautiful hands are they that do
The work of the noble, good and true,
Busy for them the long day through.
Beautiful feet are they that go
Swiftly to lighten another’s woe,
Thro’ summer’s heat and winter’s snow.
Beautiful children, if rich or poor,
Who walk the pathway sweet and pure,
That leads to the mansions strong and sure.
Translated from German for Calhoun Times.
The First Sabbath.
The sixth day of creation declined to
its close. The sun hud finished his
course. The shadow of evening began
to spread itself over the virgin earth.—
The first-born son of creation stood on a
hill of Eden. Near him stood Eloah,
his companion and guardian angyl. The
darkness deepened into night, and night
stretched her ebon veil across the plains
and hills of Paradise. The songs of
the birds, and the joyous notes of the
beasts were hushed. Even the sporting
breezes seemed to slumber. ‘YVhat is
that ?” Asked man of his heavenly com
rade. “Will the young creation cease,
decaying, drop back into its ancient
night?” Eloah smiled and said, “this
is the repose of earth.” Now appeared
the lights of heaven. The moon arose,
and the host of the stars came out in
glorious splendor. Man looked upward
to heaven in delighted astonishment.—
The angel of the Lord looked down with
pleasure on the tipgazing son of earth.
The night became stiller; the strains of
the nightingales grew stronger and ten
derer. Eloah touched the man with his
staff. He laid himself on the hill and
slept. His first dream came down to
him. God made for him another com
panion. When the twilight of morning
appeared, Eloah touched the slumberer.
He awoke, and felt through his frame,
the diffusion of fresh power and life. Out
of the twilight the landscapes began to
emerge. The young light came down,
and danced on the waves of the streams
of Eden. The sun came forth and
brought the day Man behold his new
made wife, the nmtherof all the living
Surprise and joy filled his heart. “See”
said Eloah. “out of has the god
like been formed. Th ii re yvm shall
consecrate this day to rest, and to God.”
Carhleo.
Puzzle. —We find the following go
ing the rounds of the press. Any young
lady (between the ages of fifteen and
sixty) who can read it correctly, and will
call at this office, can have the pleasure
of kissing our new devil:
Read see that me
Up will I’ll have
And you have you’ll
Down, and you if
A young gentleman the other day
asked a young lady what she thought of
the married state in general. “ Not
knowing I cannot tell,” was the reply;
“ but if you and I were to pnt our heads
together, I could soon give you a definite
answer.”
He was a poetical man who described
ladie’s lips as “the glowing gateways of
beans, pork and potatoes.”
“ Bridget, what became of the tallow
I greased my boots with this morning?”
“ I fried the buckwheat cakes in it.”
“ Oh. I was afraid you had wasted it.”
MISCELLANY.
The Search for John Smith.
John Smith married my father’s great
uncle’s eldest daughter, Melinda Byrne;
consequently I was a relative to John.
John’s family had often visited at our
quiet country home, and at each visit
had most cordially pressed us to return
the complaint.
Last October, business called me sud
denly to the city of B , where our
relative resided, and without having
time to write or apprise them of my
coming, I was intending a visit to the
family of John Smith.
With my accustomed carelessness, I
had left his precise address at home in
my note book, but I thought little of it;
I could easily find him, I thought to
myself, as the cars set me down amid
the smoke and bustle of .
I inquired for my relative, of the first
hackman I came across.
He looked at me with an ill-sup
pressed grin. What was the fellow
laughing at? To be sure my clothes
were not of the very latest cut, and it
is not just the thing for any one out of
the army to wear blue with bright but
tons ; but my coat was whole, and my
aunt Betsey had scoured the buttons
with whiting and soft soap until they
shone like gold. I repeated my ques
tion with dignity.
“ Can you direct me to the residence
of Mr. John Smith ?”
“ Mr. S-m-i-t-h ?” he said, slowly.
“ Yes sir, Mr. John Smith. He mar
ried my father’s great uncle’s eldest
daughter Melinda.”
“ I don’t think I know a John Smith
with a wife Melinda.”
John Smith seemed to be a common
noun with him, from the peculiar tone
he used in speaking of that individual.
“Ah!” remarked I, then there is
more than one of that name in the city?”
“ I rather think there is.”
“ Very well, then, direct me to the
nearest.”
“ The nearest is in West street,
second left hand corner—you’ll see the
name on the door.”
I passed on, congratulating myself on
the cordial welcome I should receive
from John and Melinda.
I soon reached the place—a hand
some house with the name on a silver
door plate; I rang the bell—a servant
appeared.
“ Mr. Smith in ?”
“ No, Sir; Mr. Smith is in the army.”
“ Mrs. Smith—is she ?”
“In the army ? oh, no—she is at the
beach.”
“This is Mr. John Smith’s house is
it?
“ It is.”
“ Was his wife’s name Melinda, and
was she a Byrne before she was married,
from Squashville ?”
The man reddenod and responded
angrily, “ I’ll not stand here to be in
sulted ! Make off with yourself, or I’ll
call the police. I thought from the
first that you was an entry thief, but
you don’t play no game on me!” and
he banged the door in my face.
I, a thief! If I had not been in such
a hurry to find the Smiths, I should
have given that rascally fellow a sound
chastising on the spot.
Inquiry elicited the fact that a John
Smith resided in Arch street. Thither
I bent my steps. A maid servant an
swered my ring.
“ Mr. Smith in ?”
Before the lady could reply, a big,
red-faced man jumped out of the sha
dows behind the door, and laid his
heavy hand on my shoulder.
“ Yes sir,” he cried in a voice of
thunder.
“Mr Smith is in. He stayed at
home all day on purpose to catch you!
and now by Jupiter, I’ll have my re
venge !”
“ Sir,” said I, “ there must be some
mistake. Allow me to inquire if you
are Mr. John Smith?”
“I’ll inform you about Mr. John
Smith in a way that you won’t relish, if
you don’t settle damages forthwith.—
Five thousand dollars is the very lowest
figure—and you must leave the coun
try !”
I cried, “ What do you take me for ?
You’d better be careful or you’ll get
your head caved in ?”
“ I’ll cave your head in for you, you
young villain, you !” cried he, springing
at me with his cane.”
“ Oh, John, dear John !” exclaimed
a shrill female voice, and a tall figure iu
a sea of flounces bounded down the
stairway. Don’t—don’t, for the love of
heaven—don’t murder him.”
“ Whom do you take me for ?” cried
i, my temper rising.
“It looks well for you to ask that
question !” sneered the man, “ you who
have won my wife’s heart, and are here
now to plan to elope with her!” Iv’e
found it all out —-you needn’t blush,
and— ’
“ I beg pardon for interrupting you,”
said I, “ but I have never seen your
wife before. I perceive that she is not
Melinda, the eldest daughter of my
father’s great uncle—”
“ Sir. do you deny that you are Wil
liam J nes ? Do you deny that you are
in love with my wife ?”
“ I am not a Jones—l have not that
honor, sir. My name is Parkwell—
Henry Parkwell, of Squashville !” and,
with a bow, I took myself off.
After that I called at the residence
of three John Smiths —none of them
my Mr. Smith, and nothing occurred
worthy of note.
My next Mr. Smith resided in Port
land street. Thither I bent my steps.
It was a very small house—evidently
not the house of wealth and cleanliness.
I made my way np to the front door.
through a wilderness of old rags, broken
crockery, old tin-ware, etc., scattering a
flock of hens and rousing a snappish
little terrier from his nap on the steps.
A red-faced woman answered my rap,
but before I could make my customary
inquiry, she opened on me like a two
edged butcher knife.
“Well, of all the impudent rascals
that ever I seen, you beat the lot! I
want to know if you had the cheek to
come back here again? You’d like to
sell me another German-silver tea-pot,
and another brass bosom pin to dear
Arazninta—wouldn't you —’
“By no means,’ said I; “ I beg leave
to inform you— ’
“Oh, you needn’t beg! We don’t
believe in beggars! I s’pose you thought
I should not know that black bag of
yours in Californy! Clear out of my
presence or I’ll lay my broom-handle
over you!
“Allow me to inquire,” said I, “if
Mr. John Smith’s wife was Melinda
Byrne, the eldest daughter of my
father’s— ’
The broomstick was lifted, I heard it
cut the air like a minnie bullet, and
sprang down the steps into the street at
my best pace.
An angry man I do not fear, hut who
can stand before an angry woman? I
would rather face an angry lion.
I called on two more slr. Smith’s—
still unsuccessful in my search. It was
twilight when I rang the bell at his
door.
A smiling fellow admitted me. fairly
forcing me into the hall, before I could
utter a word.
“ Walk right in, sir, they are expect
ing you The ladies will be down in a
moment. Miss Hattie is in the back
parlor. Walk right in, sir.”
I was gently pushed toward the door
of a shadowy apartment, and at the en
trance I was announced:
“ Mr. Henry!”
The gas was not lighted, and the
apartment was in semi-darkness. I
heard a soft, quick foot-fall on the car
pet, and a pair of the sweetest lips in
the world touched with mine; and, good
gracious—for a moment the world swam;
and I felt as if I had been stewed in
honey, and distilled into Lubin’s best
tripple extract of roses.
“Oh. Henry—my dearest and best!
Why don’t you kiss me, Henry ?” cried
a voice like music. “ Have you ceased
to care for me? and again the kiss was
repeated.
Who could resist the temptation ? I
am naturally a diffident man, hut I have
some human nature in me, and I paid
her principal and interest.
“ Oh, Henry, I had so feared that
being in the army had made you cold
hearted—good heavens 1” She fell back
against a chair as pale as death. The
servant had lit the gas, and I stood re
vealed.
“ I beg your pardon, marm,” said I,
“ there is evidently some mistake. May
I inquire if Mr. Smith’s wife was Me
linda Byrne, the eldest daughter of my
father’s great uncle ?’
The red flush came to the young lady’s
cheek—she was as handsome as a picture
—and she replied with a courtesy:
“ She was no*. You will, I hope ex
cuse me for the blunder I have commit
ted. We are expecting my brother
Henry from the army, and your blue
clothes deceived me.”
“ For v. r hieh I shall always wear blue,”
I replied gallantly. “Allow me to in
troduce myself—l am Henry Parkwell,
of Squashvilleand in making my
best bow, I stumbled over an ottoman,
and fell smash into a china closet, de
molished at least a dozen plates and as
many glass tumblers.
I sprang to my feet—Beized my bag,
and without a word dashed out of the
house.
I knocked over a man who was pass
ing at the moment, and landed myself
on my head in the gutter. The man
picked himself up and was about to
make a display of muscle when the glare
of the street lamp revealed to me the
well known face of my John Smith.
“ Eureka !” cried I. “Allow me to
inquire if your wife was Melinda, the
eldest daughter of my father’s great
uncle Byrne ?”
“ She was.” said he, grasping my
hand, “and I am delighted to see you!
But confound it, you needn’t come at a
fellow so!
But I must cut my story short.
He took me home with him and I had
a good visit; I saw Melinda to my
hearts’ content. Nay, more—l met
and was properly introduced to Hattie
Smith—and —well—I am having anew
suit of clothes made—and in due course
they will be married —myself in them,
to the young lady just alluded to.
Predestination. —A Missouri pa
per contains the following, which will
pass without a great deal of urging;
“Ho you believe in predestination,”
said the captain of a Mississippi steam
boat to a Calvanistic clergyman who
happened to be traveling with him.
“ Os course I do.”
“And you also believe that what is to
be will be?”
“ Certainly.”
“ Well, I’m glad to hear it.”
“ Why.”
“ Because I intend to pass that boat
ahead in fifteen minutes, if there be any
virtue in pine knots and loaded safety
valves. So don’t be alarmed, for if the
bilere ain’t to bust they won’t.”
Here the divine commenced putting
on his hat and began to look like back
ing out, which the captain seeing said:
“ I thought you believed in predesti
nation, that what is to he will be P*
“So I do, bttf I prefer being a little
nearer the stern when it takes place.”
The Mountain of Dead Bodies
in the (iuerries of Jaumont,
near Mots.
TRANSLATE® BY TUE REV. P. A. BLUM,
Fur the Chronicle <£ Sentinel from the
GauloU (Paris Paper).
Until now we have had no details of
the engagement of Jaumont. We ex
tract the following terrible narrative
from a letter addressed by a young sol
dier to his brother;
“ Yes, my dear Louis, the Major said
I have had a terrible shock. May
Heaven preserve me from ever witness
ing a spectacle similar to that of the
ouerries of Jaumont, for I am certain
that I would loose my senses. Eveu to
this time my nerves are still trembling,
whiofo alters my writing, and when I
close my eyes I see again this fearful
torrent of human beings falling over the
precipice. *
The battle of Jaumont will remain in
history as one of the most terriffic acts
of war, and, however terrible, the imag
ination may describe it, it will never at
tain that degree of horror experienced
by those who were spectators. Would
you believe that after the blow was over,
we remained dumb, breathing with fright
and even weeping before this horrible
mountain of dead bodies.
Knowest thou to what cause we at
tribute in our corps this uuheard ofdra
ma. They stay it is the vengeance of
four peasants, ruined and burned out by
the Prussians. In order to avenge them
selves, these men. knowing well the
country, made themselves the guide of
the enemy, and had conducted them to
a position that the Prussians imagined
impregnable, not doubting the wonder
ful trap into which they were drawn.
Thou wilt judge of it.
The stone querries of Jaumont, from
which at first stones were taken from the
top, form an immense and deep excava
tion, the walls of which attain a height
of from seven to eight stories. It is at
the summit of one of these pointed walls
that the Prussians had themselves
strongly established, very certain that
they would not he surprised from the
rear.
Os the four peasants who had led
them into this place, one made his escape
in order to inform us of the terrible
means used to annihilate the entire
corps.
And this plan was infallible.
At first work from the top, the quar
ry has been slowly excavated in one of
its sides by long subterranean galleries
with many stories, one above the other,
and which were mantained by support
ing pillars. One side, I repeat again,
had been thus excavated, and it is on this
ground, sustained by these pillars, that
our peasants established the Prussians
during the night. The obscurity, at
first,and afterwards the high elevation,
prevented them from having and knowl
edge of these galleries, in which they
had entrenched themselves.
At daybreak Bazaine attacked them
from the front, and they fought, full of
confidence that they could not be taken
from the rear. But at the height of the
combat, Canrobert, who had flanked the
quarries, planted cannon on the other
side of the precipice in order to fire on
the pillars that supported the galleries.
An hour after a sudden and immense
crumbling, in one enormous block, took
place under the feet of the Prussians
and precipitated them into the chasm.
0, my dear Louis, should I live one
hundred years yet, I shall always hear
the horrible cry uttered by the entire
corps in feeling the ground giving away
under them. Imagine to thyself 20,000
cries confounding themselves into a sin
gle sound of indiscribable despair, com
ing up from these men, when conscious
of the instant death approaching.
It was like one human voice, but
powerful as possible, vibrating with that
terrible anguish of a last and doleful ap
peal for aid and a frightful adieu to life,
but of very short duration, for the hu
man avalanche immediately commenced,
and men, horses, cannon, all, is hurled
pell mell into the chasm in one enormous
mass, which crushes itself under its own
terrible weight.
At the same time that this crumbling
took place, Bazaine drove the Prussian
corps before him with such irresistable
fury thatahalf regiment of French who
could not restrain their elan were also
precipitated in the abyss.
The drama lasted ten minutes. At
this moment the national character was
immediately elevated. Instead of ex
clamations of ferieious joy, which the
Prussians would not have failed to have
given were they in our place, at a simi
lar success, we remained quiet, terrified
by this last and monrnful cry which still
rung in our ears; and tears flowed from
our eyes, which remained fixed on this
mass yet moving in the spasms of a ter
rible agony.
This heap of bodies, from which pro
truded arms, busts and heads of men,
legs of horses, cannons, broken caissons,
represented bo us a living mountain, the
height of which settled little by little by
its own weight, ended by filling two
thirds of the percipice, which had re
ceived it.
The noise of the combat immediately
ceased.
All, with heavy hearts, were silent,
listening to the twenty thousand moans
issuing from this mass, and dying away
as the became more compact.
Our vict ry pave us fear.
I am ignorant of what passed after
words, for I fainted, and am now awake
in the ambulance after a long attack of
deliri um which seized me.
To remove the thousands of heaped
corpses for interment was impossible,
nor did time permit the raising of these
ISTurnber lt2.
bruised bodies. We had at first thought
of burning them by inundating with pe
troleum. but we gave up that idea.—
The Prussians then hired Belgian-, at
ten franca per day. to cover with sand,
this mountain of human beings, from
which for four dap terrible cries carno
out. In the place of earth they employ
ed sand, because it fills up the empty
spaces in the mass, and, rising little by
little, it finishes by covering the fright
ful hecatomb caused by four peasants
who desired to avenge their outraged
wives and their burned homes.
They say even one of these false
guides, who had succeeded in escaping
in order to fore wain us, had rejoined
the Prussiaus, in order to enjoy, at the
price of his life the pleasure- of this ter*
rible vengeance
Poor peasants, who a month since
have seen life so calm! They are there,
all four, sleeping their last sleep under
the bodies of 20,000 Prussians, for which
their patriotic hatred prepared the
death. JOE TREZEL.
A Word to Mothers
Each mother is a historian. She
writes uot the history of empires or of
nations on paper, hut she writes her
own history on the imperishable mind
of her child.
That tablet and that history will re*
main indelible when time shall he no
more. That history each mother shall
meet again, and read with eternal joy
or unutterable grief in the coming age
of eternity. The thought should weigh
on the mind of every mother, and ren
der her deeply circumspect, prayerful
and faithful in her solemn work of train
ing up her children for heaven and im
mortality.
The minds of children are very sus
ceptible aud easily impressed. A Word,
a look, may engrave an impression on
the mind of the child which no lapse of
time can efface or wash out. You walk
along the sea shore when the tide is out,
and you form characters or write words
or names in the smooth white sand which
is spread out so clear and beautiftil at
your feet, according as your fancy may
dictate; but the returning tide shall in
a few hours wash out aud efface all you
have written. Not so the lines and
characters of truth aud error which
your conduct imprints on the mind of
your child. There you write impres
sions for the everlasting good or ill of
your child, which neither the floods nor
the slow moving ages of eternity can
obliteaate. How careful should each
mother he in her treatment of her child l
How prayerful and how serious, and
how earnest to write the eternal truths
of God on his mind—those truthes
which shall be his guide and teacher
when her voice shall be silent in death,
and lips no longer move in prayer in his
behalf, in commending her dear child
to her covenant God.
Sayings by Josh Billings. —The
man who lives on hope must pick the
bones of disappointment.
The devil is said to be the father of
lies. If this is so, he has got a largo
family and a great ineuny promising
children among them.
Life is like a mug of beer, froth at the
top, oil in the middle, and settlings at
the bottom.
We should live in this life as though
wc war walking on glaze ice, liable to
fall at enny moment, and tew be laffed
at bi the bystanders.
Men, if they ain’t too lazy, live sum
times till they are 80, and destroy the
time a good deal ez follows; The fust
30 years they spend throwing stuns at a
mark; the second 30 they spend exam
ining the mark tew see whar the stuns
hit, and the remainder iz divided in cuss
ing the stun throwing bizziocss and
nussin the rumatizz.
This settling down and folding our
arms and waiting for something to turn
up, iz just about az rieh a speculation a i
going out into a 400 acre lot, setting
down on a sharp stun, with a pail be
tween our knees, and waiting for a cow
to back up and be milked.
The sweetest cheek is that which
never blushed. What is it? Pig’s?
W hy is the world like a piano ? Be
cause it is full of sharps and flats.
A DOG is counted mad when he won’t
take something to drink, and a man
when he takes too much.
An Irishman said he did not come to
this country for want. He had an
abundance of that in his own country.
TnE gentleman who “fired at random”
did not hit; and, in disgust, handed his
rifle over to the youth who “aims at im
mortality.”
The hardest thing to hold in this
world is an uuruly tongue. It beats a
hot smoothing iron and kicking horse
considerably.
Three things that never agree—Two
cats oves one mouse; two wives in one
house, and two lovers after one young
lady.
A tombstone in a Maine graveyard,
erected to the memory of a wife, bear*
this inscription: “Tears cannot restore
thee—therefore I weep.” He knew he
had a safe thing.
An Indianapolis liquor establishment
has posted on its wall the following no
tice : “Gentleman will please not discuss
historical, religious or political subjects
in this house.
A couple at Barnstable, Conn., has
been married after being engaged 35
years. They kept putting it off because
“ courting was so nice.** Now they both
regret that they didn’t marry thirty-four
years and c ix months ago.