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?tttt-i Iii; 0LDTII1ES. There's a beautiful 'song on the slumbrous air That .drifts through tho valley of dreams ; It comes-from a clime where the roses were, And a tuneful heart and bright brown hair ,That waved in.the morning's beams. Soft eyes "of azure and eyes of brown, ; And snow-white foreheads, are there; ? A glimmering Cross and a glittaring Grown, . A^thorny bed and a couch- of down, . ? "lost hopcs-andTcafiets of jorayer. ? ,*A;"rosy;wreathin a dimpled hand, ? A ring and a slighted vow; ' Three golden'links on a broken band, ? *^-A tiny track on the snow-white sand, ? ? vA"tear-ahd'a sinless brow. *?* "? :Ther?'s'a tincture 'of grief in the beautiful song . V? That sobi on the summer air, ?? -And loneliness felt in the festive throng f - *;Sinks-.dowr-. in the soul as it trembles along ; Erom a clime where tho rosc3- are. ? " We heard it first at "the -dawn of day, - And-it mingled with Uio matin chimes ; . ? ? $ut, years lave distanced the- beautiful lay, VAnd.ifcg melody flawcth^ far. aw?y, - / And we call it now "Old Times." ' . . : ' ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL. .? "You're mistaken, I ?would sooner die ^'.than many a mere country girl." ? " ?Bnt/.\Fred; suppose hor intelligent, *. moral,, fall of natural. poetry, tender ?*?, Jbearted, graceful, .unspoiled by admira ?*"".- tion^ a.-^nileress, simple, loving creature." -\ '"."Oh," Haid Fred, laughingly, "choice .. coUection o? virtue and grace. Country -beauties, uro always sweet, and so are . country cows; No, I tell you, if she was * .as lovely as an angel, with the best sense V in -the world, still if unskilled in music : ."^aud literature, with no soul above churns \ ,^nd/knittVng.iieedles, I would not marry . . .K?r f?r ? fortune/' - **; cv*Ha 1 hal".laiighed JBCelen. Irving, but : -it;"was avory pianimissiuio laugh, way v' down ..in the very corner of her heart. ?* ^Hidden by the trunk of a.large tree, she ' V sat reading within a few feet of the speak* '- ers.'. Iu another moment the young lady * ^ome in-sight. ? Fred's face crimsoned, and be whispered in visible trepidation: *...""JDo you think sbe beard me ?" - "No," rejoined the other audibly?"she Z - .shows no resentment, she has .not even "-^.*lppked up'from her book?you are 'safe-; v- "* *he could not have heard you, but what > an angel ?he is." V iTes,'"Helen "was an angel as far as out ;v*ard beauty might merit the encomium. ." -She' sat half reclining on a rustic soat, ; striving .to smooth out the dimples in her V cheeks as she laid her book aside and be? rgan to. twine a finished wreath of wild "roses: - - -Leaning on ono white-arm, the gnarled ;, J white .oak tree a back ground, flowers strewed around her, peeping from her white dross, she sat quite at her ease," ap ".v^jbarontly unconscious that-two handsome young gentlemen were so near her. Approaching with a low bow, upon which his mirror set the seal, of faultless elegance", Frederick Lane took tho liberty of asking if the young lady would inform I him where Mr. Irving lived. - ' With an inriocont smilo the beauty < looked up. "Mr. Irving, the only one living in the ."J village, is.my father,-1' said she, rising in a gracoful and charming manner. "The largo house on high ground, half hidden ".'Jjfy trees and thick shrubbery, that's where - wo live. I believe it was arr-.academy * once, that's ksort of select' school, isn^t it V with tho most natural simplicity, ' turning to Fred. He-replied with another graceful bow. * < "Tell your father," said ho, "that I . shall do myself tho honor to call upon " . him to-morrow. Ho will remember me, i.""f JPrederick'Lane, at your service." ' " ? '-"Yes, sir, I will toll him for you," said *_*^"Helen-; tucking ber sleeve around her pretty arm, arid making a rather formal courtesy: Then catching up her book, 'ino?gathering up tho scattered flowe.Ts] -^-she hurried home. - "Now, father, mother, aunt and sis," / exclaimed the merry girl, bounding into ]" tho room whore the family wcro at sup ter, "so sure as you and I live, that Mr. iano you talk so much about, isin tho .Tillage. He will be here to-morrow? the first.specimen of a city beau, (as of . - course be will be,) all sentiment, rofine - ment, faultless in kids and. spotless in V dickey, important and self-assured as ono \ -Of that kind- can possibly bo. Promise me, all of you, that you'll not lisp one ' word about music, reading and writing in " ?his prosonco, becauso I have a plan.? Father will not, I know, but if you, sis, ] ? will keep quiet and ask no questions, I will give you that work bos you have coveted-so long." "Helen, you are not quite respectful," " said her father. "Forgivo mc, dear father," andher arms '-- wcroaround his nock. "I always moan '-. well,'!but I am thoughtless. There, all is * right now," she added, kissing him lov " ingly on the temple. . "Come, sis, what say you ?" ; * ;'W-Why, on that condition, I'll bo as still .- as a mouso; but what's your reason ?" "Ah ! that's my own business," said -Eklen, dancing out of the room. * * * * # * : Helen sat'at an open window, through which rose bushes thrust their blushing buds, making both a sweet sbado and fra? grance. The canary, overhead, burst forth, every moment in wild snatches of glorious music. Helen was at work on long blue stockings, nearly finished, and her fingers flew like snow birds. "You knit most admirably. - Aro you "fond of it?" - -"Yes, quite, I like it better than any? thing else?that is, I mean, I can churn well." "And do you read much ?" Fred's fiance had traveled from tho corners of is eyes to every table, shelf and corner, in search of somo books or papers, but not a page nor leaf, yellow or rare, repaid his search. "Oh, yes," said Helen, with a sanctified air. "What books ? permit me to ask." j ?ma??ao?? - - - "I read the Biblo a good deal," she said, grayely. " "la"'that all?" "All?of course not; and what do we not find in tho Bible? History, poetry, eloquence, romance?the most thrilling pathos,"?blushing, and recollecting her? self, she added, with a manner as childish as it -before had been dignified?"as for the other books, let me see, Fvo got in my library?thero's the primer, (counting on her fingers,) Second Class Header, Robinson Crusoe, Kursory Tales, Fairy Stories, tw5 or threo elements Oi some? thing. Biography of somo persons or oth? er, Mother's Magazine, and King William III. There, isn't that a goou assortment?" Fred smiled. "Perhaps I don't know as much as thoso who havo went to school more," she add? ed, as if disappointed at tho mute rejoin? der, "but in making bread and churning butter, and keeping house, I am not to be outdone." The young man felt more in pity than in love, but his visits did not always so result. He began to feel a magnetic at? traction, and he mainly attributed it to Helen's beauty ; but the truth is, her sweetnoss and artlcssness of character, engaging manner and disposition, quito won the city bred aristocrat, Fred. Lane. There was a freshness about everything she said or did. She perplexed a well as delighted him. I Often as he was wondering how some homely expression would be received in good-society, some beautiful sentiment would suddenly drop like pearl from her lips, more remarkable for originality than brilliancy. "If I should fall into the snare," thought he, "I can educato her; it will be worjih trying." It was useless to combat his passion; so at.last he fell at Helen's feet, figurative? ly speaking, and confessed his love for her. "I care not, Helen, only bo mine," was his invariable answer to her exclamation of unworthiness, "How sho would ap? pear in society." * # * * * * . * ? They were married, had returned from their wedding tour, and yet, at the expi? ration of their honeymoon, Fred, was more in love than ever., At a grand entertainment, given by the relatives of the bridegroom, Helen looked more beautiful. . Her husband did not in? sist that sho should depart from simplici? ty, and indoed, without jewels or laces, with that fresh white robe, simple sash of blue, and ornaments of fair moss rose, she was by far the most lovely creature in the room. As she entered tho great saloon, blazing with light, her heart tailed her. "Shall I love, him as dearly," she asked herself, "if I find he is ashamed of mo ? I cannot bear tho thought; but should he overcome all conventional notions, then I have a husband to be honored, and then ho shall be proud of his wife." How sho watched him as ho presented hereto ono and another. "Simple," whispered a magnificent girl, resplendent with diamonds, a3 sho curled her lips and passed by. Tho observation escaped neither Helen nor her husband. She looked at him. He smiled a lover's smile, and only drew her closely to his sido. Manj' in that brilliant gathering pitied" poor Fred, and wondered why he had martyred himself on the shrine of ignorant rusticity. But ho! 0,joy! ho seemed to love her the more as she clung to his arm so tim? idly, his noblo face exprossod the pride he truly felt; he looked as if he would have swept back the scorncrs with one motion of his hand, had thoy ventured ono wave too high on the shore of his pride. He seemed to excuse every look, every word, not in strict conformity to etiquette; and Helen's heart beat high, and tears come to her eyes, when she felt how noblo a heart she had won. Tho young brido stood near Lcr hus? band, talking in a low tone, when a new comer appeared. Sho was a beautiful, slightly formed creature, with haughty features. Ill-concealed scorn lurked in the brilliant oyes whenever sho glanced towards Helen. Qncc she held sway over tho heart of Fred., and hearing whom he had married, she fancied her timo had come. "Do yon suppose sho knows anything?" whispered in a low voice near her. Hclen'fi eyo sparkled, her face flushed indignantly. Sho turned to her husband. Ho was gone, speaking at a little distance with a friend. "Do }*ou play, Mrs. Lane ?" she asked. There was a mocking tone in her voice. '^A littlo," answered Helen, her cheeks blushing. "And sing?" . . "A littlo," was tho half reply. "Then do us the favor," exclaimed Miss Summers, looking askaneo at her com? panions. "Come, I'mj'self will lead you to tho instrument." Hark ! whoso masterly touch ! In? stantly was tho half spoken word arrest? ed?tho cold car and haughty head were turned in listoning surprise. Such melo? dy ! Such correct intonations! Such breadth, depth, and vigorous touch! Who is she ? She plays like an angel! And again hark! A voice rolls?a flood of melody; clear, powerful, and passing sweet: astonishment gives many a fair check a deep scarlet. There is a deep silonco unbroken, and tho silver strains float up : "Aye! enre I not for cold neglect Though tears unbidden start, And scorn is but a bitter word, Save when it breaks the heart. If one be true, If one be true, The world may careless be, Since I may only keep my love, And tell my grief to thee." "Glorious voice !n said Fred to his friend, who with tho rest had paused to listen. "Who can she-" The words woro suddenly arrested on his lips. She turned from tho piano, and tho unknown was his wife. "I congratulate you, Fred," said the young man at his side, but ho spoko to marble. The color had loft his check. He walked slowly towards her. If he was speechless with amazement, so was not Bho. A rich bloom mantled her cheek, triumph mado her eyes spar? kle as they never did before; they flashed like diamonds. A crowd gathered to complimont her. In a graceful acknowl edgemcnt she blended wit and humor. '?How well she talks; who would have thought it I' "Ho has found a treasure," was whispered all around the room. Meanwhile, Frederick Lane stood like one enchanted, whilo bis little rustic wife quoted books with perfect abandon, ad? miring this one, condemning that. A sedate looking young student lost himself in a Latin quotation; Helen smi? lingly finished it. and sho received a look of eloquent thanks. Bon mots, repartee, languago rich, fancy and imagery, fell from her beautiful lips, as if they had re? ceived a touch from some fairy hand. Still Frederick walked by her side like one in a dream, pressed his hands over his eyes, bowildered like, to bo sure of his senses, when he saw her bending, a breath? ing vision of loveliness, over tho harp, her full arm loaning on its golden strings, heard again the rich voice, now plaintive with some tender memory, rise and fail in sweet and sorrowful cadence. "Tell me," he said when alone, "what does this mean ? I feel like one awaken? ed from a dream." "Only a country girl," said Helen, then falling into her husband's arms'she ex? claimed, "forgive mo, I am that little rus? tic that you would^sooner die than wed. Are you sorry you married me V "Sorry, my glorious wife. But, Helen, you could not deceive. Did I not under? stand you had never-" "Been at an academy," sho broke in; "never took a music lesson, never was taught to sing, all very true,. and yet I am all you see me here to-night, myself my own teacher, with labor and diligence. I hope I am worthy to be tho wife of one so good and exalted as I find my husband to be." Reader wouldn't you and I like to bo there just now and hear her story, and sec the bright smiles, between her prett}' face and dimples, as she tells how she banished the piano, books, harp, portfolio, music, all in an empty room by them? selves, and locking the door, leaving them to seclusion and dust, while the young country girl, without any deep-laid scheme, succeeded in convincing the well bred city gentleman that he could marry a charming rustic, if her fingers were more familiar with the churn and knitting needles than with the piano and books? -o Honorable Courtship.?"Wo heard a very pretty incident the other day, which wo cannot help relating. A young lady from the South, it seems, was wooed and won by a youthful physician living in California. When the engagement was made the doctor was rich, having been very successful at San Francisco. It had not existed many months, however, when, by an unfortunate investment, ho lost his entire "help." The event came upon him, it should be added, just as he was about to claim his bride. What does he do? Why, like an honorable and chival? rous voting fellow, as he is, he sits down and writes the young lad}' the particulars of the unhappy turn which had taken place in his fortunes, assuring her that if the fact produced any change of feeling towards him, sho was released from all the promises sho had made to him. And what does she, the dear, good girl ? Wh}*, she takes a lump of pure gold, which her lover had sent her in his prosperity as a keepsake, and having it manufactured into a ring, forwards it to him, with the following Bible inscription engraved in distinct characters on the outside: "Entreat me not to leave thee, or to ro turn from following after thee; for whither thou goest I will go, und where thou lodgcst I will lodge; thy people shall be my people; and thy God shall be my God ; where thou diest I will dio, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to mo and more also, if aught but death part me and thee." The lover idolized his sweetheart more than ever, when he received this precious evidence of her devotion to him both in storm and sunshine. We may add that fortune soon again smiled upon the young physician, and that he subse? quently returned to the South to wed the sweet girl he loved, and who loved him with such an undying affection. Young ladies who read the .Bible, as the heroine of this incident seems to have done, are pretty sure to make good swoethearts and better wives.?Louisville Journal. "Woman's Lavish.?A woman has no natural grace more brilliant than a sweet laugh. It is like the sounds of flutes on the water. It leaps from her. heart in a clear, sparkling rill, and the heart that bears it feels as if bathed in the cool, ex hilerating spring. Have you ever pur? sued an unseen fugitive through trees, led on by her fairy laugh, now here, now there, now lost, now found? We have. And we are pursuing that wandering voice to this day. Sometimes it comes to us in the midst of care or sorrow, or irksome busi? ness?and then we turn away and listen, and hear it ringing through the room like a silver bell, with power to scare away the ill spirits of the mind. How much we owe to that sweet laugh comming up from the long ago past and living in the present to be found the com? panion of so many ladies who, pure from affection, and give not away to the griefs of the world, having not forgotten to laugh in the same sweet manner when, as a girl, they knew not of the follies and sorrows of earth. It turns the prose of our life in? to poetry?flings showers of sunshine over the darksome road we are traveling, and touches with light even our 3leep. Truly the innocent laugh of woman, springing up and gushing forth from their tender hearts, will prove more soothing to man when the cares of life oppress him than aught else on earth besides. Then let ev? ery lady, both old and young, cultivate those forms wfiich can more readily win the hearts of the sterner sex?ever wear upon their faces the softening smile of af? fection, and withhold not from man's cars those sounds which will make him forget the world and love thee still the more. ?Petersburg [Ya.) Index. -o ? A forlorn fellow, running over with love and doggerel says: 'When Sally's arms her dog imprisin, I always wish my neck was hisen; how often would I stop and turn, to get a pat from a hand like hern; and when she kisses Tower's nose, O don't I wish that I were those.' ? Young ladies who are accustomed to read newspapers, are always observed to possess winning ways, most amiable dispo? sitions, invariably make good wives, and always select good husbands. A Reminiscence of Artemus Ward. I had never seen him before. He brought letters of introduction from mu? tual friends in San Fruncisco, and by in? vitation I breakfasted with him. It was almost religion, there in the silver mines, to precede such a meal with whiskey cocktails. Artemus, with tho true cos? mopolitan instinct, always doferred to tho customs of the country he was in, and so he ordered three ot those abominations. Hingston was present. I am a match for neariy any boverago you can mention except a whiskey cocktail, and therefore I said I would rather not drink one. I said it would go right to my head and confuse me so that I would De in a help? less tangle in ten minutes. I did not want to actliko a lunatic before strangers. But Artemus gently insisted, and I drank the treasonable mixture under protest, and felt all tho time that I was doing a thing I might bo sorry for. In a minute or two I began to imagine that my ideas were clouded. I waited in great anxiety for the conversation to open, with a sort I of vague hope that my understanding would prove clear, after all, and my mis j givings groundless. I Artemus dropped an unimportant re? mark or two, and then assumed a look of superhuman earnestness, and made the following astounding speech. He said : "Now, there is one thing I ought to ask you about before I forget it. You have been here in Silvcrlaud?here in Nevada ?-two or three years, and, of course, your position on the daily press has made it necessary for you to go down in the mines and examine them carefully in detail, and therefore you know all about tho silver mining business. .Now, what I want to get at is?is. Well the way the deposits of ore are made, you know. For in? stance. Now, as I understand it, the vein which contains tho silver is sand? wiched in between castings of granite, and runs along the ground, and sticks up like a curb-stone. "Well, take a vein forty fect thick, for oxamplc?or eighty, for that matter, o;r even a hundred?say you go down on it with a shaft?straight down, you know, or with what you call an 'inclines'?may be you go down five hundred feet, or may bo you don't go down but two hundred? anyway you go down?and all the time this vein grows narrower, when the cas? ings come nearer, or approach each other, you may say?that is, when they do ap? proach, which, of course, they do not al wa}*s do, particular in cases whero the na? ture of the formation is such that thoy stand apart wider than they otherwise would, and which geology has failed to account for, although everything in that science goes to prove that, all things being equal, it would, if it did not, or would not, certainly if it did, and then of course they aro. Do not you think it is ?" -1 said to myself, "now I just knew how it would be; that cussed whiskey cocktail has done the business for mc; I don't un? derstand any more than a clam." And then I said aloud, "I?I?that is?if you don't mind, would you?would you? would you say that over again? I ought?" "Oh, certainly, certainly. You see I am very unfamiliar with tho subject, and perhaps I don't present my case clearly, but I?" "No, no?no, nn?you stale it plain enough, but the vile cocktail has muddled mc a little. But I will un?I do under? stand, for that matter, but I would get the hang of it all the better if you went over it again?and I'll pay better atten? tion this time." He said, "Why, what I was after was this." (Hero ho became even more fear? fully imprcssivo than ever, and empha? sized each particular point by checking it off on his finger-ends.) "This vein, or lode, or ledge, or whatever you call it. runs along with two layers of granite, just the same as it wcro at sand witch.? Very well. Now suppose you go down on that, say a thousand feet, or may bo twelve hundred (it don't really matter,) before you drift; and then 3-011 start your drifts, some of them acYoss the ledge, and others along the ledge, and others along tho length of it. whero the sulphurets?1 believe they call them sulphurets, though why they should, considering that, so far as 1 can sec, the main dependence of a miner docs not so lie as some suppose, but in which it cannot be successfully main? tained, wherein tho same should not con? tinue while part and parcel of the same aro not committed to eithor in tho sense referred to, whereas under different cir? cumstances the most inexperienced among us could not dotect it if it were, or might overlook it if it did, or scorn tho very idea of such a thing, even though it were palpably demonstrated as such. Am I not right?" I said sorrowfully, "I feel ashamed of mysolf, Mr. Ward. Ikuowlought to un? derstand you perfectly well, but you see that infernal whiskey cocktail has got into my head, and now I cannot under? stand even the simplest proposition. I told you how it would be." "Oh, don't mind it, don't mind it; the fault was m}r own, no doubt?though I did think I was making it clear enough for ?" "Don't say a word. Clear ! Why you stated it as clear as the sun to anybody but an abject idiot, but it's that conlbund ed cocktail that has played the mischief" "No, now don't say that?I'll begin it all over again, and ?" "Don't now?for goodness sake don't do anything of the kind, because I tell you my head is in such a condition that I don't believe I could understand tho most tri? fling question a man could ask me." ! "Now don't you be afraid. I'll put it so plain this time that you can't help but get tho hang of it. Wo will begin at the very beginning." (Leaning far across tho table, with determined impressiveness wrought upon his every feature, and fin? ger prepared to keep tally of each point as enumerated?and I leaning forward with painful interest, also, resolved to comprehend or perish.) "You know tho vein, the ledge, tho thing that contains the metal, whereby it constitutes the medium between all other forces, whether of pre? sent or remote agencies, so brought to bear in favor of tho former against the latter, or the latter against the former, or all or both, or compromising as far as possible tho rclativo difloronccs existing within the radius whence culminates the several degrees of similarity to which?" I said, "0 blame my wooden head, it ain't any use!?it ain't any use to try?I can't understand anything. The plainer you get it, the more I can't get the hang of it." I heard a suspicious noise behind me, and turned in time to see Kingston dodg? ing behind a newspaper and quacking with a gentle ecstacy of laughter. I looked at Ward again, and he had thrown off his dread solemnity and was laughing also. Then I saw that I had been sold?that I had been made the victim of a swindle in the way of a string of plausible worded sentences that didn't mean anything under the sun. Artcmus Ward was one of the best fel? lows in the world, and one of the most companionable. It has been said that he was not fluent in conversation, but with tho above experience in my mind, I differ. 31 AUK TWAIN. -?> Georgia Scenes. Old Stanwix tells tho following Geor? gia story, and vouches for its truthful? ness : About thirty-three and a third year* ago, there dwelt in one of the rural dis? tricts of Georgia an old codger by the name of Butt Cutt Kayler, who bad for? merly enjoyed the honors and emolu? ments pertaining to the office of Justice of the Peace, the duties of which oflice he discharged with acknowledged ability and dignity; and so far as his neighbors were capable of judging, ho appeared to be a very honest man. He had, however, acquired the habit of "trumping up" ac? counts against the estates of those of his neighbors who were so unfortunate as to "shuffle off their mortal coils" within the bounds of his bailwiek. He had carried the practice to such an extent as to arouse a suspicion in the minds of some of his meddlesome neighbors that there might be "something dead" somewhere in "the seat of his ? financial operations. Bob Crogan, who lived in the neighborhood, and "run" the post-office at the cross? roads, being something of a wag, and having an idea that the 'Squire's honesty should be quoted below par, concluded, with the connivanco and assistance of a few comrades, to "unearth the &\y old fox," and expose his rascalities. Accord? ingly Bob pretended to die, was regularly shrouded and laid out on the cooling board in the most approved fashion, and sor? rowing friends proceeded to spread the nows of his demise, which soon reached the ears of old Butt Cutt. Ho lost no time in repairing to the houso of mourn? ing, carrying with him a "full and com? plete assortment" of first class condolence and sympathy, for gratuitous distribution, among the members of the bereaved fam? ily, and the many sorrowing friends of tho supposed deceased, who were present when he arrived. After he had relieved his heart of its burden of healing words, and had succeeded in a tolerablo effort at crying, and was about to leavo the scene, he tenderly spoke as follows : "Ah, poor Bob; I'm sorry he died?ho was a good feller, and I allus liked him. When rue and bim went to the races at Augusta?now nigh unto two years ago? I loaned him a hundred dollars to bet on a bay mare, and he lost, aud has never paid mo a cent of that money from that day to this. Poor feller, he forgot it I reckon, but it's a honest debt; of course I can git it out of his estate, and-" Butt Cutt didn't finish the sentence, for just at this point Bob, the corpse, slowly raised up in his shroud, and stretching out his arms toward the rogue, as if to clutch him, yelled: " You are an infernal old liar, and if?" The din and roar drowned tho rest,and old Butt Cutt didn't wait to see or hear anything more, but with the hurried ex? clamation, "goddlemity," he shot through tho door, hurried to his home, "packed his traps," and not only left the neighbor? hood, but the State of Georgia, forever. ? The following inscription was found on the head board at a grave iu the Sparta Diggins, California: In the memory ot.John Smith, who met wielont death neer this spot 18 hundred and 40 too. He was shot by his own pis till. It was not one of the new kind, but an old roslieraed brass barrel, and of such is the kingdom of heaven. -o ? 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The very best that the mar? kets afford will be found on his table, prepared in excellent style. Charges moderate. ROBERT JOINER. I August 10, 18GG 17 j CAERIAGE FOR SALE. A NO. 1 Two-Horse Carriage, new and neatly trimmed, for sale cheap for cash. For particulars enquire at this office. Juno 5,18G7 51 2 Miscellaneous Advertisements FOUT 2'S CXI.IB8A.TXI> This preparation, long and favorably known, will thor? oughly reinvigorato broken-down and low-spirited horses, by strengthening and cleansing tho stomach and intes? tines. It is a sure pre? ventive of all dis? eases incident to this animal, such as LUNG FEVEB, GUNDEBSf YELLOW WA? TER, HEAVES, COUGHS, DIS? TEMPER, FE? VERS, FOUNDER LOSS OF APPE? TITE AND "VITAL ENERGY, Ac. 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FOUTZ &c BKO., at their WHOLESALE DRUG AND MEDICINE DEPOT, No. 116 Franklin St., Baltimore, Md. For Sale by Druggists and Storekeepers through? out the United States. For sale, at manufacturers' prices, by JOHN J. BAKER, Anderson C. ??. June 26, 1867 2 3m CARRIAGE EMPORIUM. OLD STAND. Carriages, Rockaways, Phaetons, Germantowns, Buggies, Harness, &c, &c. Constantly on hand, and for sale at the lowest figures. Also, Patent Stretched, Cemented and Riveted beltltstg-, livery Kelt warranted to give entire satisfaction? sold at Manufacturers' Trices. General Commssion Merchants, For the Purchase and Sale of Produce and Mer? chandize of all kinds. R. W. GALE & CO., Nbs. 45 and 48 Wenlworth Street, CHAELESTON, S. C. 34 3m RD & CO., IMPORTERS AND MANUFACTURERS OF WHITE LEAD. ZINC, PAINTS, VARNISHES, COLCXRS, OILS, WINDOW GLASS, SASHES, DOOBS - aud BLINDS. AGENTS FOR MARVIN'S SAFES, AND HOWE'S PLATFORM SCALES. No. 206 EAST BA Y STREET, Sign of ilarvin's Safe, CHARLESTON, SO. CA. .30 2m NEW ORtlO STORE!' CATER & WALTERS, Anderson, C. H., S. C, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN DRUGS? MEDICINES, Patent Medicines, Paints, OILS, GLASS, PUTTY, Orders of Physicians and Country Mer? chants promptly tilled on reasonable terms. March 27, 1S?7 41 S. THOMAS, JR. W. S. LANNEAU. WM. G WHILDEN & CO. FORMERLY HAYDEN & WHILDEN". DEALERS IN SILVER WARE, Crockery, China, Glass Ware, HOUSE FURNISHING AETICIES, Old Gold and S?ver Purchased, 207 KING STREET, CORNER EEUAFAUVy AT WHOLESAEE, 11 JIAYNE ST., CHARLESTON, S. C. 34 32: CIIAS. H. ALB EE. GEO. W. WARREN. ALBEE & WARREN, IMPORTERS AND DEALERS IN PAINTS, OILS, GLASS, &c. Kerosine Lamps and Oil, NO. 4 HAYNE STREET,. CEAJtLESTOJSy-S. C. 36 2m OLD NEWSPAPERS FOR SALE AT THIS OFFICE, At $1.00 Per Hundred. May 8,1867 47 2