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The Calhoun Times. Volume I. T UJ.; CALHOUN TIMES. rUiIMIW KVF.BT THCUMMY MORNING, lIY lUXKiy & MA I(SUALL. Trims of SulwcriJ'ttrtto 1)7 Months ; : = • • >•'«' Kates of Advertlsingf. jr,. i M.,. | 3 Mos~ | 6 Moa. | 1 year. u 600 10-00 18.00 3-3.00 °“l limn 0.00 13.00 30.00 40.00 i-’i.OO 23.00 40.00 0-3.00 • a 2-3.00 40.00 65.00 115.00 *" vffsutwcriptions aru P a y a^e Btl ’ietly in .. c - jni'l at the expiration of the time C which payment is made, unless pre , ,Mv renewed, the name of the subscriber vijl l„. stricken from our books. p rtr p.jph square of ten lines or less, for the first insertion, $!, and for each subsequent 'L-rtion. fifty cents. Ten lines of solid Brevier, or its* equivalent in space, make a Tennt cash, before or on demand after the first insertion. \,lvertis;*inent*under the head of “ Special Notices,” twenty cents per line for first in sertion. and ten cents each sebsequent inser " All communications on matters of public interest will meet with prompt attention, and concise letters on general subjects arc re spectfully solicited from nil parts of the HAii.uo.vns. Wfst'Tii .V Atlantic. NIGHT PASSEXOBR TR\IN—OCTWARn. Leave Atlanta ,: -4-> «*• Arrive at Ualhoun 11 21 a. m. Arrive at, Chattanooga 2 45 a. m DA? PASS KNOT. II TRAIN OUTWARD, leave Atlanta B 15 a. m Arrive at Calhoun IjQ c. »«. Arrive at Chattanooga. 5.30 t*. M. ACCOMOD TIOX TRAIN—OUTWARD. I,give Atlanta 530 r. m. Arrive at Dalton 3.30 r. m. Nicur PmShkngkh train—inward. Leave Cha tanooga 7 50 p. m. A'Ttva at Calhoun. 11.21 p. m. Arrive al Atlanta 400 a. m. n\Y PASSRXOBR TRAIN—INWARD. I.eive Chattaivo'■a 5.30 a. m. Arrive at Calhoiri 041 a. m Arrive at Atlanta 3.00 P. M. accomodation train - inward. Leave Dalton 200 p m. Arrivo at Athin'a 11 00 a m "professional CARDS. W. S. JOHNSON, At t orne.v ./Vt La^v, CALHOUN, GEORGIA. Peg" Office in Southeast corner of the Innrt Douse. t-.M n 1 ts I. C. FAIN. JOS. m’conkkll. fain and McConnell, A.ttorno.ys fit Law, CALIIOVN. ; GEORGIA. f- Y” Ollicc in the Court House. Aug 11 1 ts W. r CANTRELL, A.tlornc,v V< Law. Caliioun, Georgia. * 'IYfT.L Practice in the ('iierokee (Circuit, 1* in U. S. District Gourl, Northern Dis t riot of Georgia, (at Atlanta); and in the Su preme Court, of the State of Georgia. o»e.W,\ P,)im ;i-8, W, B. Kankim. Yan-tta, via Calhoun, Ga PHILLIPS & RANKIN, A TTOUXEYS A T LA ll', —A ND — COULCTITJQ ' SEATS Calhoun, Off. \Y —— H lliii practice in the Courts of the < hcrukee Circuit. CK;.)” Office North side Public Square. LL A. kIKER, 5 Attorney £it CAUtOCX. GEORGIA. L' ;^c * a ' tkr Old Stand of Cantrell «$• Kifcer.] \\ 1.1. practice in all the Courts of the ’ I < a Mokee Circuit; Supreme Court of ”-‘3- an i the l nited States District Court Ulaata, G». augl9*7oly A. Martin, attokxev at la ir, DA II LON EG A, - . . G EO. NnvlO 1870 t s UK. w. J. REEVES, Surgeon N Pitysician, CALHOUN, . . . GEORGIA, ]\| L h e fomi'l at his office, in tin* Brick . s,ore 01 Boaz, Barrett & Cos., day 01 when not professional! y eu», sied J-1112071 if n HIJFE WALDO THORNTON, I>ENTIST, Calhoun, . . . g^tigia. 1 VXKPI L for 'ormer patronage solicits i « continuance i 4 the same. _L^' K ' e at Residence. seplo DR. D. G. HUNT, l’liysiclan and Druggist, _ CALHOUN , GA. I i). Tinsley! WATCH-MAKER . '} e weler, A LUO UN, : : : : GEORGIA .rr ~ 0 \ ■ j '’jles of Clocks, Watches and Jewelry " ■>’ly repaired and warranted. _J^?l97otf {ESTABLISHED IN 1855.) J.O.MATHEWSON, PRODUCE COM MISSION merchant Augusta, Georgia. r 1" iB7o i T Tl\-U \ RE Cooking Stoves ! W.T.HALL&BRO, WOULD inform the public that they are prepared io fill all orders in the Tin-Ware Line, At as LOW PRICES as any similar estab lishment in Cherokee Georgia. Oiir work is put up by experienced work men, and will compare favorably with any in the country. 0 In these days of Freedom, every good husband should see that the li goot wife” is supplied with a good Coolting Stove, And we are prepared to furnish any size or style desired at the Lowest Possible Prices. Give us a call. aull,tf A. W. BALLEW, DEALER IX DRY-GOODS, NOTIONS, Boots, Siloes, Hats, Groceries, Hardware Queensware, &c., MUSICAL INSTRU3I EN r #S, FACTORY YARNS, SHIRTINGS, AND READY-MADE CLOTHING, FAMILY GROCERIES, LIQUORS, (fee. Railroad Slrcrl, - - CAU/Ol'x, GA. Has just received and constantly receiv ing, a fresh supply of BACON, LARD, FLOUR, MEALj SUGAR, COFFEE, RICE, CIGARS, TOBACCO, CONFECTIONERIES, Canned Fruits, Nuts, Oysters, SARDINES, CHEESE, &c. And, in fact, a full and couyficte assortment of Staple and Fancy Groceries. He also keeps one of the best Stocks of WINES & LIQUORS, in this part of the country. If you want good, fresh Groceries, or Fine Old Whiskies, P.randies, or Wines, give me a call. fob 16’716m J, H. ARTHUR, DEALER. IN STAPLE AND FANCY IJUY GOODS, Cutlery, Notions &c. Also keeps constantly on hand a choice stock of FAMILY GROCERIES, In all of which purchasers are offered in ducements.to buy. Auglll Cm •t. n. n. conn. .txo. w. walker. COBB I WALKER, AUK NTS Full (MOVER & BIKER'S CELEBRATED SEWING MACHINE. Every Machine Warranted to keep in good running order. ALSO AGENTS FOR GEN, LEE MEMORIAL ASSOCIATION. G. M. HUNT, Calhoun, Georgia, is author ized to transact all our business during our absence. marl G-Gm CHEROKEE lIAWAtmiG Ell., DALTON ; OA. Manufactures all Kinds of JP XT JrS. !KT ITU ZEL US, Os the best material this country affords, and very superior in style and workmanship, which they offer to the public and the gen eral trade, as low as can be afforded. Chairs & Bedsteads a Speciality. Blinds, Doors, Sasli and Job Work, to or der, on short notice. Dr- D. G. Hunt is our Agent at Calhoun, Ga., and keeps a good supply of Furniture on hand. J. W. WALKER. Sup t. L. 1). Palmer. Secretary. aug267o-lv ihssiiu nu\ mitii e. rrUIE copartnership heretofore existing un- X der the firm name of Ballew N Marshall, is this day dissolved by mutual consent—J. W. Marshall retiring. The books of the firm are in the hands of- *l. W. Ballew. who will close up all the business of the late firm. A. W. Ballew J. W. Marshall. Read Further! I propose to continue the business at the old stand, and am determined at all times to keep a full and first-class stock. febl6.ini A. W. BALLEW. G. H. & A. wT FORCE, SIGN OF THE BIG IRON BOOT, Whitehall Street, : : : Atlanta, Ga. T>OOTS, Shoes and Trunks, a complete Stock A and new Goods arriving daily! Gents’ Boots and Shoes, of the best mak *s. Ladies’ Shoes of a’l kinds. Boys. Misses and Children’s Shoes o* every grade and make. iw VV e are prepared to offer inducements to v ' bole-ale Trade. sept 2 ,'7O-ly ANY QUANTITY of “Fine Virginia Leaf” and Manufactured Tobaccos at DeJOUBNETT & SON’S, Cor. Broad & Bridge sts., Romo, CALHOUN. GA., THURSDAY, MAY 23, 18 71. MISOELLAWY. Katie Davenport. How Captain' Hun tor met and won Her. An Adventure iii Last Tennessee. r.Y JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON. ET IN ARCADIA EGO! May in the mountains of East Ten nessee ! 1 remember how the blue mist hugged the rocky peaks, while down the broken jagged slopes, among the cling ing pines and cedars, long trails of gray fog waved slowly to and fro. The cool air that bustled in through the open windows of the cars as they whirled along that serpentine way of iron that leads from Knoxville east, had a pleas ant fragrance just braced a little with a touch of mountain frost. My destination, so far as the cars could take me, was a little station vil lage whence I would go in a carriage to tiie home of Hon. Horace Naylor, some ten miles up the valley of a pretty little stream. The following le f ter from my honorable friend will serve to explain further: “Dear Tom : I will have a carriage in waiting for you at on the 14th. Do not fail to come. My niece, of whom I have so ofteii spoken, will be here, and I am sure you will ‘go dead’ about her. Come on time, and be prepared to spend a month at least. Very truly, HoR U'F Naylor.” Now this niece, Katie Davenport by name, had been represented to me as a real beauty and an heiress, which to a poor and ambitious man like me, was something fascinating Os course I would not marry for riches alone, but other things being equal, a rich w ife might be preferable. I landed safely at the station. My baggage Was tumbled out in a heap. I looked about for the carriage, but saw none. A big, lank, dirty fellow was leaning on a store box, smoking a short pipe.— Two ragged urchins were playing mar bles hard by. A liegro was rolling a barrel of “pure copper distilled” up what seemed to be the only street in the vil lage. I put my hands into my breeches pockets and whistled for a while.— During this time I hoticed a big yellow dog moving leisurely across the street. Out beyond the town rose a chain of abrupt hills, whence came pleasant gusts of wind heavy w ith the odor of hemlock and wild blooms. I saw a stout brindie dog wandering about the station platform. No carriage. I sauntered up the street, picking my teeth for l ick of other employment. 1 heard one of the urchins say, ••Gem ! ain’t his pants tight too !” The dirty follow leaning on the store box remarked, as if to himself, there’s what'H beat Ben Nutt a playin’ seven up !” The liegro looked up from his barrel and muttered, “Mus’ be rich for God’s sakes !” The brindled clog mildly ambled past me. I fell into reVerie, began building a chateau en espagne, ot which Katie Davenport was the mistress the queen. I passed under the drooping branches of a china tree, and 1 remember seeing a nut hatch and hearing a wren sing.— As T walked on I Wondered whether Katie had blue eyes or black. The yel low dog sniffed at me and crossed to the other side of the street. I was deeply absorbed in my day dream. My steps Were slow and measured. I was dimly conscious of the fact that I was passing a fellow who sat on a chair beside a door. It was a sweet day, and the wind blew. I ground something under my heel. Gayly sang the wren. “ Git onto my toes agin an’ I’ll bark yer tater-snapper for ye, ye onery hound you !” “ What’s that sir “ I jest said I’d box the whole side of yer head off ’n ye if ye trod on my toes agin, that’s what!” “ Did I step on your foot, sir ? ’ v “ Yes, re jest come sloppin’ along like as es who but you could wear broadcloth, pump boots an’ a plug hat. I’d have ye to know I’m what will lick you for it!” “ Do what ?” “ Lam ye, ride ye. slash the day light’s out’n ye, bust ye open an’swaller the pieces ’thotifc winklin’, t-hath what!” What on earth was Itodo ? I had stepped on the fellow’s toes, but it was an accident, the legitimate consequence of my excessive absent-mindedness. —* Perhaps apology was proper, so I put on a pitying look, and said : “I am very sorry, sir, indeed, pray pardon me ” ‘-Sorry, well ye ate a sorry lookin pup ! ’Bout as sorry lookin’ one as ever I see. Got that whinin’, snivelin’ look that sets well on a coward. Come in an’take a drink an’ we’ll talk it all over !’’ lie took me by the collar as he spoLe. and I now discovered that we stood right close befine the door of one of those drain shops that so badly disfigure many of our Western villages as well as the South and East. Several fellows, ill looking enough, were just inside the doggery. “Let go my collar, sir,” I said, quite sharply. “Oh, we’ll take a drink, and talk it all over,” he repeated, making an effort to jerk me into the disgusting hell. , “Let me go, T say,” at the same time planting my fist heavily against the pit of his stomach. A fearful struggle ensued. We rolled together on ground and the dust rose about.us. Heavy blows were heard. The yellow dog growled, the brindled dog came across the street. I hit my antagonist under the ear, in the meantime pocking him ou the head with a stone I happened to lay hand on. He choked me. He got me under him. The brindled dog went for the yellow dog. Sweetly sang the wren. The dogs rolled on us. foaming and snarling, the dust rose thicker, the au dience cheered, and the mountain breeze was spicy. The sound of approaching carriage wheels—nearer, nearer. The dogs rolled into the middle of the street. “Whoa! whoa! Catell ’em there ! Look out! Whoa !” The small crowd •hat had gathered about us, suddenly dispersed as if blown off by the wind. Some horse’s legs danced about my head, carriage wheels whirling like possessed, more dust in my eyes, and then I felt relieved, The horses and vehicle had run over us,.the animals having taken fright at the dogs. The wren still sang. The sweet wind O bore away the dust. The boys quit playing marbles, and came, the negro paused at the doggery door with his barrel. My antagonist panting by, asked me if I had got enough, and I soothingly replied that I hadn’t even a taste, lie smiled and re sumed business. I pecked his head with the rock till the blood ran into his eyes and ears; meantime the brindled dog made the yellow one whine dole fully. At length two follows got the dogs by the tails and pulled them apart, and straightway two others got my opponent aud myself by the heels and thus sepa rated us* also. Gayly through the rolling cloud of yellow dust shone the bright May sun ; sweetly murmured the mountain wind through the great cedar tree at the angle of the road and the street, and up from the little river came the gurgle of the waves among the great boulders of gran ite. The nut hatch chirped and the wren sang on. I glared at my enemy. He hitched up his plaid trowsers and grinned sav agely at me. “Anybody seed Mr. Tom Hunter round yer ?” inquired the negro who drove the splendid carriage. “I’m the man,” said I, trying to brush the dust off, and re-arrange my torn and soiled habiliments. The driver looked at me with wide open eyes, but touched his llat resncct fuHy- / . w “Where’s ye baggage, massa ? I’s cum for to take ye to our house.” “ Are you Mr Naylor’s coachman ?” I stammered. “I’s 1 is carriage driver sah.” “Oh, ah! yes,” said I, wiping my face. My trunk and valise were strapped to the rear of the vehicle. Loafers stood round and looked ou curiously, grinning and whispering. My late antagonist was among the number. The carriage door was opened and I stepped in. Someone remarked that “one big bug had got limbered.” The driver flourished his whip and we rolled away, followed by deafening cheers from the loafers. Perhaps the wren was still Singing, but 1 could not hear it. Everything considered, I was in a bad predicament, but I did not fairly real ise it till we were Several miles in the country. What was Itodo to make my self presentable? Such words as Katie Davenport rang in my ears. You see my shirt was lorn, and my coat split across the back, to say nothing of blood spots on my vest and sleeves. Surely I must change my clothes. While yet L was at a loss what to do, the driver turned his horses from the road, and halted them beside a lovely spring that gushed from a great ledge of rocks “What are you going to do ?” I asked, opening the door and looking out. “Water de bosses, sah.” A bright idea struck me. It was a lonely, wooded place among the foot hills of the mountains. I would go in to the woods and change my clothes. So, taking a shirt and full suit of outer clothes from my trunk. I went into a pretty grove, and proceeded to make my toilet. The driver grinned when he saw me taking the garments from my trunk. The wind roared in the tops of the towering pines, odors of wild flow ers greeted my senses,‘and if ever birds rioted itl song, it was there. The last year’s leaves lay deep on the ground, but everywhere the tufts of wild grass were struggling through, and with sorrv blossoms the weeds flaunted their green spray, whereon the linnets sung and twittered. I Lad just got on my pants and shirt and was buttoniag on my collar. “Whoa! bo! sir.” It was a sweet, low voice. I looked up. Before me, mounted on a beautiful coal-black pony, sat the very queen fairy of the woods. She blushed red and tugged at her lit tle steed’s reins, but the animal seemed to be fascinated, and stood gazing wild ly at my plug hat which sat beside my boots a rod lrorn me. He arched his fat neck and puffed the breath loudly from his clear cut nostrils. My cast off shirt and outer-clothes lay spread on the ground where I had let them fall. I felt, and no and >ubt looked sheepish. Presently the horse became manageable and obeying the direction of the tiny gloved hand of his pretty rider, turned and disappeared in the depths of the grove, As I proceeded to finish dress ing myself, some of the sweet- concpif of the old poets got into my hej^ e t j.: s wondered from what blgjf* emerged, pretty sylvan godded ready mounted. The wind and the birds sang in chorus. At length I was again in the carriage and ere Very lorig I looked out and saw, crowning a considerable eminence, the old brick mansion of Horace Naylor all aiuorig fruit orchards and faucifully dipt shade trees. My old friend met me on the piazza and taking both my hands begged my pardon for not coming in person to meet me at the station, but he was suffering from gout and wasn’t able to go out. I was shown to a dress ing room at once and left alone until four when dinner wasauuounced. Now my heart leaped savagely. Kate Da venport ! But at the table Katie did not appear. Mrs. Naylor said the young lady had “ taken a stroll ” After a game of chess with 3lr. Nay lor and then to let the old man take his siesta I asked to be shown to my room. It was a cosy little place with a low window and a balcony delicately railed with iron. Supper came on, but Katie was tired after her ramble, and did not present herself. Once more in my room I lit a cigar and went out on the balcony, The night was clear and the moon was in the Central heaven. The mountains stood dimly outlined on the horizon and the green foot hills glittered in the bright moonlight. The flower-garden lay below me. I was thinking of the dryad I had seen in the woods and won dering if Katie Davenport would be half as pretty, when a sweet, silvery voice down in the garden found my car. The words wore very low, but I heard them distinctly. “ Had a fight, do you say, Sam ?” “Aes’rn, Miss Katie, lie jes fight world ’thoilt eend. Him an’ a nodder feller an’ two dogs was jes flglitin’ like de berry nation, dey was. an’ dey skeert de bosses, de dogs did, an’ den I jis runned right kerdab ober de meh a fightin’. Oh! Miss Katie, I tell ye what, de gdmman’s good grit, he is.” “ Don’t speak so loud, Sam. What were they fighting about ?” “ Can’t say dat, swa’ can’t. ’Twas right afore de whiskey saloon house, an’ de men Aaa all ’boiit dar watchin’ om an’ de dogs a fightin’. Lor’ bress you de gemman’s on the muskle, he is, an’ he’s gritty as a grindstone, he is !” “In front of a dram shop, say you? Had they been drinking Sam ?” Don’t think de gernman d’d drink any, cos he’s a fine man, an’ all dat, but dat odder feller, I s’pone had swigged de half gallon potfull, mebbe.” At this point in the conversation I was Laming out over ihe wire railing, trying to catch every word. The rail ing gave way. I felt a thrill of horror dart through my breast, and then down, down, down, thrash upon the ground, and I knew no more. L saw enough to llow remember that I fell, at the very feet of the two persons talking below. When I “came to myself ” I was on a soft bed, with a doctor examining my broken arm and my four fractured ribs. Such was my luck. For three mortal weeks I was confined to that bed ; mean time, of course, I did llot get to see Katie, Finally, however, I was able to go to the dining room, and lo! right across the table from me stood my wood nymph! 1 started and she blushed scarlet. We weal through the formality of an introduction awkwardly enough, and took our soup in confused silence. I mastered myself, though, before the wine came, and she, too, sipped the pur ple muscatine aud talked freely. After dinner the siesta aud then mu sic. Katie sang like a mocking bird and forthwith I fell ill love. Four months later found me at the station once more, but I was not alone. Katie was with me, my wife. We stood on the platform waiting for the cars. My old friend Naylor had jlist walked across the street, and was now talking with a tall man in plaid trowsers. Suddenly the two turned and came up to us. “ Capt. Hunter, allow me to present my friend, Mike Dixon, etc., etc., etc.” Mr. Naylor went to introduce us. We shook hands and bowed formally. “ Mr. Dixon is our candidate for re election to the State’s House of Repre sentatives,” continued Naylor. He will support me for the United States Sen ate,” he added in my ear. I looked at Dixon and lie looked at me. He grinned in a savage yet comi cal way, and said, hitching up his plaid troWscrs, “ Seems to me we’ve met afore.” “ Perhaps,” said I dryly. “ That ’ere rock cut my noggin awful bad,” be suggested. “It did?”" “ Yes. made scars all over my heaiyfl Just at this juncture I saw a yellow dog go ambling across and at tie- .sime moment the '-■"]'}> '1 or of tiie >a!uon. 'O’:. tieo. ■Up ’ behind time. "Ai i :;l.i !" y. ll---1 jfIHHHHj - h . . -1 • yv. if; ’ . • >;r , r t ’= i .'’-'A..*' ■ti ■ : ' M;1 i k n.v at. ’•hi-.-:: w • m - t n • r .j - their ie >u-]is. gHHHHH ik- .■ if ,t the salute. As I did so whi~tDd. What was that ? ;i > ! live, singing like posse. train m. v and of:. - AmA a 10-Aing up » v sti-o. t I s.nv •:1* nr a*' * lle bnndie f>»>*%• l-arc-Bv", sweet mountain air TO* on, oh wren . * ‘ ***^^Bli Tb ° -lA-Aor,. 'W A Sad Occurrence. We have to narrate a most Huxdting and fatal occurrence which has for a long time come within our knowledge On last Sunday morning about two i o’clock, the dwelling house cf Miss j Sarah Richards, near Smyrna, in this | county, was discovered to be oil fire.— As soon as the alarm was sounded, the neighbors gathered in, but not in time to render any service whatever. The house was wrapped in flames with the roof falling in, with no inmate of the to be seen. Supposing JlISs Richards to be from home, rtfnners were sent to different houses in the neighbor hood to see if she could be found; there Were no tidings, and when the light of day opened, a most heart-rending scene was presented to view. There laid her body amid the burning coals almost en tirely consumed, barely enough left to identify it as human and a female. A Jury of inquest rendered a verdicF to the effect, that she came to her death by causes unknown. Some suppose that she fired the house herself and then committed suicide, as she had been laboring under mental aberration flu some time previous. Others think that she was robbed and the house fired to cover the fiendish act. There is no clue as yet to the true interpretation. Miss Richards, we learn, had for many years lived solitary and alone, and had acquired some property. It was known that she had in her posses sion some silver money, no trace of which could be found in the ruins of the building. We are indebted to out esteemed friend, Dr. John E. Walker, for the above particulars.— Greensboro Herald. Cupid on a street-oar. —It is a queer peculiarity of that mythical es sence whom the ancients denominated Cupid, to be always around where he is least expected. Tt may be that his pranks arc excusable when played on youth alone, ho matter how mortifying they may become; but to make a res pectable spinster past the age of three score and ten a victim of his delusions, is monstrous. Yet lias that very fact been accomplished Riding in a Camp-street car yester day, an elderly lady, clad in a dress of classical pattern and yellow flounce, was engaged in caressing a curly-headed poodle dog. The operation was watch ed by a dandily dressed youth, \vliq as sumed an air of well counterfeited dis gust. Evidently, he wished to impress all around him with the’excceding deli cacy of his manners, and great refine ment. Finally, as if wishing to attract more attention, he whispered loud enough for the lady to hear him : “It is something pleasant to be loved. I wish I were a poodlo,” and he looked impudently at tile lady. “ Sis, if that is all the requisite to ol> j tain affection, you shall be happy. Be patient; you are a jftlppy— yon soon may become a dotj.” Evidently this was a retort that he had not anticipated His attempt to laugh was a failure, and availing him self of the first occasion to leave the car, he hastened to find appreciation elsewhere. —A . 0. Picayune. Anecdote of John C. Calhoun.— The following anecdote of John C. Cal houn is told by William Sehoulcr, on the authority of the late Hon. Abbott Lawrence: “Some time before 1850. Mr. Calhoun wrote to Mr. Lawrence that he had been adding to his landed and would like to obtain a loan of SIO,OOO or $15,000 in Boston, where money was more plentiful than in South Carolina, and the rate of interest not so’ high, for the payment of which he would give his notes and a mortgage upon liis estate, which would be ample security. Mr Lawrence said he con sulted Mr. Nathan Appleton and one or two other wealthy citizens of Boston on the subject, and it was agreed to raise the money for him and take no security for the repayment but his own note Mr. Lawrence informed Mr. Calhoun of the arrangement which he had made, and expressed his gratification that it was in the power of himself and a of his friends to do a kindness distinaUNii-i. v voted to the serviej Mr. Calhoun iniß declining the or Ain;:! r>aoJflH| imp - - c 0 ’ - Jm jM IST uxaber 1 4-1. Various Items. A good berry—Coffee berry. A smart thing—Mustard piaster. The editor’s position—Composition. A fast 'team—A team stuck in the mud. An attached couple—A pair of ovs l ter shells. How old is a ship when she is at her anchorage ? •A wonderful aerial phenomenon— a , flight of stairs. How to make a hot bed—set tho mat j tress on fire. - , ■ *, s .|* ~ ,* ; 4 Ft is well to be flush in pocket, but not m countenance. Advice to persons in seareh of em ployment—Westward hoe! Sweetening one’s eoffee is generally the first stirring event of the day. A duel is a question of time. It only takes two seconds to arrange it. V lake ? nod shar P pickles, whittle oil both ends to a point, U h -V should young ladies sot good examples f Because young men are al ways following them. Husband, 1 must have some change to-day. - Well, stay at home and take care of the children ; that will be change enough. ° Mrs. Partington will not allow Ike to play the guitar. She says lie had it <>nco when a child, and it nearly killed him. It would seem that Gen. Grant’s high est ambition is to retire at the end of a second term with “plenty of money and no poor kin.” William Howe was arrested in a wes tern town tho other day for beating his wife with a hoe—ns if a man hadn’t a right to hoc bis own Howe. 'fhe most bashful girl we ever heard of was the young lady who blushed when she was asked if she had not been courting sleep. The strongest propensity in woman’s natun, says and Careful student of the sox, is to want to know what is going on - an< l Hie next best is to boss the job. r Jhe following expressive notice is posted on the closed door of a Brook 1> n cobblers shop: “ Thes beznies Is klozd fur aa week tu elou thea bos A ebaiiz ter bi sik.” !" cure dyspepsia—Close all the outei doors of a four-story house, open the inner doors, and then take a long switch ahd chase a cat up and down stairs till she sweats. Ileres h ebster on a bridge/* said Mrs. Partington, as she handed so Ike a new unabridged dictionary. “Study it conteiitively, and you will gain a great deal of inflammation.” A boy eight years old, in one of our public schools, having been told that a reptile ‘-is an animal, that creeps,” on bcilig asked to name one on examin ation day, promptly replied, the “baby.” At a recent New York party a young lady sang with touching effect: “I’m saddest when I sing,’ when a great horrid man remarked: “Well, Miss, I know of no one who has greater oc casion.” A young man says there has been such a tiling as true love in old times, but that now the notion is entirely obsolete; and il you ask a young lady uow-a-days to share your lot. she immediately wants to know how large that “lot” is. A youngster, while perusing a chapter in Genesis, turning to his mother, in quired if the people in those days used to do sums on the ground. It was dis covered that he had been passage, “ And the sons of j'ied up->n Ihe lace of A iVA-kill . -