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The Calhoun Times. V olume I. THE CALHOUN TIMES. ONCEOVER j. H. ARTHUR'S, RAILROAD STREET. Terms of Subscription. One Year : * * 1 ; > Kates of Advertising. vrS,7rrjTMo. I 3 Mos. | 6 Mos." | 1 year. fZZ |SJJO SB.OO $15.00 $25.00 Four “ 8.00 12.00 25.00 40.00 i column 10.00 18.00 85.00 45.00 ! .. 18.00 30.00 50.00 75.00 | « BQ.OO 50.00 75.00 140.00 All subscriptions are payable strictly in advance; and at the expiration of the time for which payment is made, unless pre viously renewed, the name of the subscriber will be stricken from our books. For each square of ten lines or less, for the first insertion, sl, and for each subsequent Hiwrtlaiu 4USL» **«>»«*> Tf*n lines of solid Brevier, or its equivalent in space, nmut, •» Terms cash, before or on demand after the first insertion. Advertisements under the head of “ Special Notices,’’ twenty cents per line for first in sertion, and ten cents each sebsequent inser tion. . ... All communications on matters of public interest will meet with prompt attention, and concise letters on general subjects are re spectfully solicited from all parts of the country. 5 RAILROADS. W<Ktcm & Atlantic. NIGIIT PASSENGER TRAIN—OUTWARD. Leave Atlanta -7-00 * Arrive at Calhoun A - * Arrive at Chattanooga 5 80 a. m DAT PABSENGER THAIN —OUTWARD. Leave Atlanta * .8 15 a u Arrive at Calhoun 12 . J* Arrive at Chattanooga 4.20 P. u. ACCOMOD TION TRAIN—OUTWARD. Leave Atlanta P M. Arrive at Dalton B>B ° T M NIQBT PABSENOiR TRAIN —INWARD. Leave Chattanooga -7.50 P. m Arrive at Calhoun 11-44 P. u. Arrive at Atlanta 4 14 a. m. DAT PASSBNQRR TRAIN —INWARD. Leave Chattanooga 7-CO a. m. Arrive at Calhoun 10 29 A. u. Arrive at Atlanta... 8 -27 F. a. ACCOMODATION TRAIN - IN WARD. Leave Dalton 200 p u Arrive at Atlanta 900 a m Georgia Railroad. DAT PASSENGER TRAIN. Leave Augusta. 7.15 a. m. Leave A’lanta. 7 00 a. h Ariive at Augusta. £-45 p. >i Arrive at Atlanta. < 10 P M NIGHT PASSENGER AMD MAIL TRAIN. Leave Augusta. 9.50 p M. Leave Atlanta 545 p M. Arrive at Augusta. 4. h0 a. m Arrive at At anta. 8 <*o a m Macon & Western. V DAT PASSENGER TRAIN, r Atlanta. 7.55 a m Arrive at Muc n. 1.4- P M. Leave Macon. 7 55 a. m Arrive at Atlanta. 2.20 P.M. NIGUT EXPRESS PISSKNGKR TRAIN. Leave Atlanta 7. IS p. m. Anive at Macon 8 23 a m Leave Macon 8.50 p. x. Arrive at Atlan*a 4.4<t a m. Koine liailroad. DAY TRAIN. Leave Rome 10.00 a m. Anive at Kingston 11.30 a. m. Leave Kingston 1.0" p. m arrive at Rome 2. 50 p u. Connecting at Rome with nccomoda' inn trains on Selma, Rome and Dalton Railroad, and at Kingston with up and dowu trains Western and Atlantic Railroad. NIGHT TRAIN. Leave Rome 9 80 p. it. Arrive at Kingatoc 10 45 p. m. Leave Kingston 1 1.10 P. M. Arrive at Rome 12.25 p. m. Connecting at Rome with through night trains on Selma, Rome and Dalton R ilrnad, and at Kingston with night trains on Western and Atlantic Railroid >o Chatiannoga and from and to Atlanta. Selma, Koine & Dalton. PASSENGER TRAIN. Leave Seluia 9.30 a. m. Arrive at Rome 8 55 P M Arrive at Dalton ll.So p m ACCOMMOOATI-'M TRAIN Leave Rome 4.45 p. M. Arrive at R me 12.50 p. m. Leave Datum 1".00 a. m The accommodation train runs fr« m Rome to Jacksonville Gaily, Sundays exceoted The through passenger train onl. will be ru" on Sundav. 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«*. [ L> n 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.