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Txiz8 DO s A yp3 FOR THE DISSEMINATION OF USEFUL INTELLIGENCE. [INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. YQL.Y.WEDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 7, 1869. NO 26. OL. -- I TNtEN E.R LOU ...Ua WEDNESDAY MORNING, 7 . s'tLr.berrrC.N. - -aws.- 1L5. 3n jo s,w ls aJIUM, INCUANNUCM on 03M37IIONS. ?Pmsatrsqgse Invarablyin advance. Iotios,- Faneral Inritations, Obit .e----. I-te- mabserving privat aersas.tared as advertsmsnts. I am Dying. .29he following beautiful poem ix taken b Xemphis Bulletin. It is rare 7s and such contributions to the 4 o taewspaper. It is sweetly, 4Usfelly sad:: -" my p hasbld deare;t Imiat and tais.eLr cones my breath, 3 these shadows tea 'Ig slowly, mkst, I know, be thoe of death. ift down class beSads . "v?ng - t* so do waft(t st ong hand, oe ants....wnd weV& bordtset this d.d. _W o" and -ie .kete .m eIer leadibeoce, up=n a throae eternal, f esoved and only Son ; ;i t risioesa*d.been dreaming Oe h. past of joy and pain ; lerowV yearl' e wandered backwadard,ie gan 5!1!I was a hbld again. fgThbod, and the moment Whomes stood our wife and bride -s hea.rt th'h'd with LoNestriumph I .that Ui a of wome'3 pride. the and all the earthjchords -but n, edWa aboe my heart O Ithe bitter, bar'.ng angleh. Whem I jat knev w m0t part. a aies st-an God haspeonnsed a (osasmps m a.cad ; -Ismere than friend or brother, 6e with you to the end. "o aiedow o'er the portal 1 aeaEmm llearelh home-- s - p is Ue that ids me cooe. arils wet arond thee, s ething biBows swell, A aosk Heaven that rm spare. them, - feti4he feel that "anl is welL" i o sa usa my bedside ; ia$baig let the. krep - vi ye b len-d not wake them; a Jearn soon enough to weep. Sthes ofbtdof their umother, - for we when- they wake ; -io :1Se'a pathway, . emebg for my sake. laied stilt ceer, darling, 3 iast ei t of my life, e ts alerow I n never , .. 4wi whes yo cal me "wife." 1a1e the well, my noble husband, At not 'aeath the chnst'ing rod ; a iwoerstre garat 'roundour children, e seg them closeto thee-and God! . red Upon the Waters. t ' tPease, sir, will- you buy my "Chestaats !No I" returned Ddpbf Moore, looking carelessly dowu on the upturn ed face, whose pedeagerJixonhar,were soa. pitifhly tobhisown. diwant of chestants ?"' - sir,do buy 'em," he little one, reassured rugh kindnessof his tone. semsto care for them, 2 *~Udyiurst into tears and .oregw had been on the point tbusio#'ceelesUy past her, 'hoyou very inuch in want q~bponey ?" .,: eed ,.str,we are," sobbed the *whikd mrother sent me out, and ~3y, little one, don't cry in ouch asheart-broken way," said 3pbesevehing her hair down ~wcarees gentleness. ~I don't crheestnuts,. but there's ~crfqryou, if that wifldo sdIvdd ntsay to hear the de "abd incoherent 'thanks the - 4$3'Gout. through a rain smle and tears, but strode est.. way, muttering, between -,'isThat-cats off my supply of se-I gr, for the next twenty-four buus Tdon't care, though, for thp*rej. .ed objecgt really did as ife hadn't a friend inthe a g it ! I wish I was sei.nssgh so help every poor lt~e-out ot the slough of Belph Iboore waMindGlg -ibL-these very natural seflec thi.se dark-orbed little damsel whom behad confronted was dash tugdown the street, with quick, agatie step, utterly regardless of ~4jIi~btof unsold nuts that ~ d~g~p.apon her arm. Down sa-bsenre Ias. she darted, be ~~~t tll, ruinous rows of houses, MMe n arroi! woo!4en:staircase a~o5-ro where al,neat-look '~j nan, ~j~~e brown sy-like her oWD aewine a - a if the breath of life de-' 1 uIpon every stitch, and two onswere contentedly play ig inthe unhipt[ . temnpora iiy swpplied the' piaeosot theab "Mary! back already? Surely you have not to:d your chestnuts so soon I" "Oh ! mother, mother, see I" ejaculated the breathless child. "A gentleman gave me a whole quarter ! Only think, mother, a whole quarter ! If Ra)p Moore could only have seen the rapture which his tiny silver gift: diffused around it. in the poor wido'w's poverty-stricken home, he would have grudged still less the temporary privation of segars to which his generosity had s:: bjected him. * * * * * * * Years came and went. The lit tle chestnut girl passed as entirely out of Ralph Moore's memory, as if her pleading eyes had never touched the soft spot, in his heart ; lbut Mary Lee never forgot the stranger who had given her the silver piece. * * * * * * ,l The crimson window-curtains were closely drawn to shut out the storm and tempest of the black December night ; the fire was glowing cheerily in the well r&.ed grate ; and the dinner-table ill i' a glitter without glass, rare iiina, and polished silver, was on - y waiting for the presence of Ir. Audley. "W1 at can it be that detains apa ?' said Mrs. Audley, a fair, dsou;e matron of about thirty, a she la.riCed at the dial of a tiny nameied watch. "Six o'clock, ad he does iot make his appear nce" "There's a m an with him in the tudy, namma- -come on business," aid Robert Audl ey, a pretty boy, leven years old, -who was reading y the fire. "I'll eall him aga in," said Mrs. ,udley, stepping to the door. But as she opened it, the bril' ant gaslight fell full on the face ran humble-lboking man to worn rid thteadbard garme.nts, who as leaving the house, 4-hile her usband stood in the doG rway of is study, apparently 'reli,eved to e rid of his visitor. "Charles," said Mrs. A.udley, whose cheek had paled and t'ush d, "who is that man-and w hat oee he want ?" "His name is Moore, I believ e, ,nd he came to see if I would be tow upon him that vacant mes engership in the bank." "And will you ?" "I don't know, Mary-I must hink about it." "Charles, give him the situ stion." "Why, mny iove ?" "Because I ask it of you as a fa ror, and you said a thousand times rou would never deny me any hing." "And I will keep my word, Ma y," said the lover husband, with n affectionate kiss. "I'll write ,he fellow a note this very even g. I believe I've got his ad Iress somewhere about me." An hour or two later, when Bobby and Frank and little Mini iie were tucked snugly up in bed, n the spacious nusery above stairs, lrs. Audley told her husband why ihe was interested in the fate of a nan whoses face she had not seen 'or twenty years. "That's right my little wife!" said er husband folding her fondly to as breast when the simple tale was' ncluded, "never forget one who bas been kind to you in the days when you needed kindess most." Ralph Moore was sitting,the self same night in his poor lodgings; beside his ailing wife's sick bed when a liveried servant brought a note from that rich and prosper ons bank director, Charles Audley. ~Good news, Bertha !" he ex eaimed joyously, as he read the brief words; "we shall not starve --Mr2 Audley promises me the vacant situation !" "You have dr4ped something from the note,.. Ralp," said Mrs. Moore, pointing to a slip of paper that lay on the floor. Moore stooped to recover the etray. It was a fifty dollar bill, neatly folded in a piece of paper, on which was written : "In grateful remembrance of te silver quarter that a kind stran ger bestowed on the little chest nut girl twenty years ago."s Ralph Moore had thrown his morsel of bread on the waters of life, and after many years it had returned to him. Lowell announces p. "blind con cert," and Brick Pemeroy wants t know what it is. It is one that has no see sharp. "Parisian ladies wak very much o their toes this season." This i on extreme; they will soon be on the other. [How I Came to be Married. It may be funny, but I've done it. I've got a rib and a baby. Shadows departed-oyster stews, brandy julips, cigars, boxes, boot jacks, absconding shirt buttons, whist and dominoes. Shadows present-.hoop skirts, band-boxes, gaiters, long stockings, juveuile dresses, little willow chairs, cra dles, pap, sugar tetes, paragoric, hive syrup, senna, salts, squills and doctor's bills. Shadows fu ture-more blessed babies, hive syrup, etc. I'll just tell you how I got caught. I was always the darndest, most tea-custard bashful fellow you ever did see ; it was kinder in my line to be taken with the shakes every time I saw a pretty gal approach -ing me, and I'd cross the street any time rather than meet one. Twasn't because I didn't like thw critters, for if I was behind a fence, looking through a knot-hole, I couldn't look at one long enough. Well, my sister Lib gave a party one night, and I stayed away from home because I was too bash f1l to face music. I hung around the house, whistling "Old Dan Tucker," dancing to keep my feet warm, and watching the heads bobbing up and down behind the window curtains, and wishing the thundering party would break up, so I could get to my room. I smoked up a bunch of cigars, and it getting late and mightily un comfortable. I concluded to shin up the door post. No sooner said than done, and I quickly found found myself snug in bed. "Now," says I, "let her rip ! dance till your wind gives out t" and cud -ifing under the quilts, Morpheus rabbed me. I was dreaming of soft-shell crabs and stewed tripe, when some body knocked at the door and waked me up. Rapped again. I laid low. Rap, Rap, Rap 1 Then I heard a whisperin', and I knew there was a raft of girls outside. Rap, Rap ! Then Lib sings out: "Jack, are you in there ?" "Yis, says I. Then came a roar of laughter., "Let us in," says she. "I won't" says I; "can't you let a fellow alone?" "Are you abed ?" says she. ' -I am," says I. "Get up," says she. ?I won't says I. Then came another laugh. By thunder ! I be gan .to get riled. "Ge't out, you petticoat scare crows" 1 cried. "Can 't you get a beau without bauling a feller out of bed ? I won't g.o home with you-I won't-so you may clear out!" Then throwing a boot at the door, I felt better. But, presently, oh! mortal buttons. I heard a still, small yoice, very much like sister Lib's, an~d it said : "Jack, you'll have to get up, for all the girls' things are in there I" Oh, Lord, what a pickle ? think of me in bed, all covered with shawls, muffs, bonnets and cloaks, and twenty girls outside waiting to get in I if I had stopped to think, I would have fainted on the spot. As it was, I rolled out among the bonnet wire and rib bons in a hurry. Smash! went the millinery in every direction. I had to dress in the dark-for there was a crack in the door, and the girls will peep and the way I fummbled about, was death on straw hats. The critical moment came. I opened the door, and fbund thyself right among the wort~Ifet "Oh my leghorn!I" cries one; "my dear darling winteir velvet," cries another, and the,y pitched in -they pulled me this way andi that, boxed my ears, and one bright eyed little piece-Sal-was her name-put her arms right around my neck, and kissed me right on my lips. Human nature couldn't stand that, and I gave her as good as ahe sent. It was powerfully good. I believe I could have kissed that gal from Julius Cesar until the founrth of July. "Jack," says she, "we are sorry to disturb you, won t you see me home?" "Yes," said I, "I will." I did do it, and had another smack at tbe gate, too. After that, we took a turtle doving after each other, and both of us.sighed like a barrel of new cider when we were away from each other. "Twas at the close of a glorious summer day-the sun was getting behind a distanV hog pen,- the chickens were going to roost, the .nl frogwer cmmuning their evening songs, the polly-wogs in their native mud puddles were preparing themselves for the shades of night-Sal and myself sat upon an antique back-log, lis tening to the music of nature such as tree-toads, roosters, grunting pigs and now and then the mellow music of a distant jack was wafted to our ears by the gentle zephyrs that sighed among the mullen stalks, snd came heavy laden with the delicious odor of ben-roost and pig-styes. The last lingering rays of the setting sun, glancing from the brass buttons of a solitary horseman shone throtgh a knot bole in the hog pen,'fuill in Sal's face, dying her hair in an orange pale hue, and showing off my thread bare coat to a bad advan tage-one of my arms was around Sal's waist, my hand resting on the small of her back-she was toying with my auburn locks of jet black hue; she was almost gone and I was ditto. She looked like a grass hopper dying tvith the hic cups, and I felt like a mud turtle choked with a cod fish ball. "Sal," says I, in a vpice as mu sical as the notes of a dying swan, 'will you have me?" She turned her eyes heaven ward, clasped me by the hand, had an attack of the heaves and blind staggers, and with a sigh that drew her shoe strings to her pal late, said, "Yes !" She gave clear cut then and squat ted in my lap. Cork-ecrewed, and I kerflumexed. I hugged her till I broke my suspenders. Well to make a long story short, she set the day. and we practiced every night for four weeks how we would walk intothe room to be married, till we gotso we could walk as gracefully as a couple of Muscovy ducks. The night, the company and the minister came, the signal was given, and arm in arm'we marebed through the crowded ball. We were just entering the parlor door when down I went kerslap on the oil cloth, pulling Sal after me. Some cussed fellow had dropped a banana skin on the floor, and it floored me. It split an awful hole in my cassimers right under my dress coat tail. It was too late to back out; so clasping my hand over it, we marched in and were spliced, and taking a seat I waited the kissing of thn bride operation. My grooms man was a little tight, and he kissed her until I jumped up to take a slice, when oh, horror ! a little six year old imp had crawled behind me and was pulling my shirt through the hole in my pants, had. pinned it to a chair, and in jumping up, I displayed to the admiring gaze of the aston ished multitude, a trifling more white muslin than was pleasant. The woien gigled, the men roared, and I got mad, but was only put to bed, and tbere all my troubles ended. WoMAN.-Is it not strange, after all the Bible says of woman and women, ladies should be prefered by any of her sex. "She shall be called women," is the first inti mation we have of her name, We read of the gentle, loving Ruth, the queenly Estb~er, and Elizabeth, the mother of John, all as women, and she, who was the most exalted of all, Mary the mother of Jesus. If lady had been a superior title, or somthing equivale~nt to it, it .surely would have begin conferred upon her. True, she was poor, the wife of a carpenter, her babe was born in a manger, yet the angels rejoiced, and the morning stars together, as she ( a woman) held the child in her arms. Who bated the Saviour's feet with her tears, and followed him to the cross and tomb, and received the first blessings of the risen lord? Woman-ever kind and compas sionate, the very name seems to breathe of love and adoration. In all ages, noble heroic women were the mothers of true, brave men. Our gradmothers were all wo men they loved their husbands taught their children, and made home happy ;their sons grew up and called them blessed. The words women, mother, home and friends form the golden links that keep society together ; there seems a comfort in each word, but the wod lady brings to our mind's eyes sickly children, little graves, a disorderly house and a bankrupt usband. It is this love of show that is runniug the American people ; we want women, good and true, to preside over the homes of their husbands and children, to fill the placesthat God intended them to fill, directing the minds of sons and daughters- to future isefulness -for theireoves and thei fellaonmner A Contretemps at a Ball. At one of the firemen's recent balls a little incident occurred, which, while it reveals the treach ery of the sterner sex, suffi.iently attests the cuuning of those dear delightful descendants of Adam's help meet. A gentleman, some what noted for his partiality to the sex, had made many excuses to his lovely young wife for not being able to attend to her festiv ities. He regretted so much that business would detain him at his office, and if she would only fore go the pleasure this time, he would make ample amends in the future There was a quiet look of incred uilty on the little matron's face as she accepted his protestations, which argued no very implicit faith in her lord's declaration. Nevertheless he thought it was all fixed, and be hurried away. The wife immediately donned her mask, and, accompanied by a par ty of friends, proceeded to the ball. It was not a great m bile before she perceived in the throng her truant liege. Securely masked, she quietly watched his move ments. Verysoon,one of herfriends appioached him, and begged the privilege of introducing him to a most fascinating lady, and the un suspecting lady-killer was duly presented to his own better half. ever dreaming that he wasprac ticing his greatest persuasiveness upon one whom he had an un doubted right to please, he exerted all his fascinations. 'Oh, sir, you quite put me out with your flattery! I suspect you are a married man,' said the lady 'No, Indeed; but I confess a wil lingness to get married since I had the pleasure of seeing you,' was the gallant reply. 'Indeed! but you haven't seen my face yet!' 'No, but I know it is beautiful. The exquisite grace that accom panies everything you do and say tells me as much.' 'Indeed!' 'I think so ; but you will no lon ger deny me that gratification ; for I assure. you, lady, I am deep ly in love.' -Indeed !' 'It is true. Until I met you to-night women have looked to me homely and commonplace.' "Oh, you are jesting I 'Indeed, I am not.' 'And you never loved any one before ?' 'Never.' Your sex to me ap peared always deceitful, and my heart refused them all sympathy, but for you I feel a passionate at traction I have no power or incli-. nation to resist.' 'Can this be true ?' 'It is, indeed !" 'And you wish to see my face ?' 'I am mad with impatience, since it.will be the only face my heart will ever mirror. It has upon it now no rival impression.' 'You are so persuasive I can no longer deny you the privilege look !' and the mask was removed. 'The devil!' said the discomfit ed benedict, indulging in a pro longed whistle. 'Oh, no, my dear, only the face that has no rival impression on your heart!l' "Say, Mary, let's call it square, and go home.' 'I think we'd better,' and they went. But it is a noticeab.le fact that since then our friend has talked bu.t little of his triumphs with the sex. LABoa.-No great man can be an idler. The worfd is teeming with work for us all, and no one can do that which God has- given another to do. We seek amuse ments to pass away the time, when every hour is crowded with human destinies, and we have not one moment to waste. The seconds of time are the woofofeternity-a moment mis-spent and there is a flaw in the web. We must work. Nod all be reapers, not all gleaners; but all may do something. Day after day humanity is stretching out her hands for help, poor erring souls going down to ruin, because men and women love self more than God. You who lounge on luxu rious couches, who boast of your lily-hands, tell me what those hands have ever done for others? The poorest day laborer who walks the streets is greater than you. Not all kin3gs wear royal robes or sit ong thrones ; and he is far more kingly and noble, who earns his broad by the sweat: of h.is brow than he who wraps about him his purple and fine linen, and boasts of' hi. millions. "I wish, Sally," said Jonthan, that you were locked in my arn, and the key was lost." nave Mercy on VV iUW. We have probably all of us met with circumstances in which a word heedlessly spoken against the reputation of a feinale has been magnified by malicious minds un til the cloud has been dark enough toovershadow herwholeex istence. To those who are accus* om ed, not necessarily from bad mo tives, but from thoughtlesness, to speak lightly of ladies, we recom mand these "hints as worthy of consideration. Never use a lady's name in an improper place, at an improper tinte, or in mixed company. Never make assertions about her that you think untrue, or allusions that she herself would blush to hear. When you meet with men who do not scruple to make use of a lady's name in a reckless and unprincipled manner, shun them, for they are the very worst members of the community-lost to every sense of honor, every feelings of humanity. Many a good worthy woman's character has been forever ruined and heart-broken by a lie manu factured by some villian, and re peated where it should hot have been, and in the presence of those whose little judgement could not deter them from circulating the foul braggart report. A slander is soon propagated, and the smallest thing derogatory to a woman's character will fly on the wings of the wind, and magnify as it cir culates, till its moustrous weight crushes the poor unconscious victim. Reipect the name of wo man, for your mother and sisters are women and as you would have that fair name untarnished and their lives unembittered by the slanderer's tongue,. heed the i!! that your own worde may bring upon the mother, the sister, or the wife of some fellow creature. CoUNTRY GIRL.-Meta Victoria Fuller, in a sisterly way, thus talks to country girls: "The farmers' daughters are soon to be the life as well as the pride of this country-a glorious race of women which no other land can show. I seek not to flatter them ; for before they can become this, they will have to make an earnest effort of one or two kinds. There are some who deprecate their condition, and some who have a false pride in it, because they demand more consid eration than they merit. A want of intelligence upon all the sub jects of'the dayandof arefinedc d ueation is no more excusable in a country than in a town-bred girl, in these days of many books and newspapers. "Many girls are discouraged be cause they can not be sent away from home to boarding-schools ; but men of superior minds and knowledge of the world, would rather have for wives women well and properly educated at borne. And the education can be had whenever the desire is not want ing. A taste for reading does wonders; and an earnest thirst after knowledge is almost certain to attain a sweet draught from the 'Pierian spring.' There is a farmer's daughter in this very room in which I am writing-a beautiful, refined, and intelligenit woman-in whose girlhood books were not so plenty as: now, and who obtained her fine education under difficulties which would have discouraged any but one who had a true love for study." [Ohio Cuttivator. DEFINITION OF BIBLE TERMIS.-A days's journey was thirty-three and one-fifth miles. A Sabbath day's journey was about an English mile. Ezekiel's reed was eleven feet A cubit is twenty-two inches nearly. A hand's breadth is equal to three and flve-eighthinches4. A fmnger's breath is equal to one inch. A shekel of silver was about fifty cents. A shekel of Gold wvas $8.09. A talent of silver was $538.32. A talent of gold was $13,d09. A p iece of silver, or a denny, was thirteen cents. A farthing was three cents. A gerah was one cent. A mite was one cent. An epha, or bath, contains seven gallons and five pints. A bin was one gallon and two pints. A firkin was seven pints. A&no omer was six pints. A cab was three pints. it took an Iowa lady .one han dred and one. years to discover that she was aamner. tsu ovv winvu viuurnaiist. THE CAUSE OF THE DEATH OF THE HON. HENRY J. RAYMOND. A New York letter says: The story of the sudden death of Mr. Raymond, of the Times, is but a repetition of that told of the quick ending of the lives of many men, and not a few of note, in this great city, during the past few monthR. "Apparently in per fect health, he- dropped dead." Study the New York papers, from day to day, and you will remark the alarming frequency of this sentence in their local columns. Why is it that sudden deaths oc cur so often here ? Is it because life is so terribly earnest in New York ? Perhaps so. Men who are "in the harness" here never rest. Men who keep even ace with the world of New York are forever working. Men like Mr. Raymond who lead New York, journalists, who direct pub lie opinion here, man the helm and keep a perpetual lookout for breakers ahead, never take the harness off. Their brains are ever active. They are forever driving; forever overtaxing their energies. As I stated in my dispatch, no one of Mr. Raymond's associates for a moment dreamed that he would die as he did; and when the news of his death came they could not reconcile themselves to it or understand it at all. But now an explanation is given. Last winter when in Washington on a brief visit, just before the in auguration, I believe, he met with a severe fall which injured him about the head and shoulders so much that he was obliged to keep his bed for' several days. The physicians now say that in this fall the sensitive veins connecting with his brain were. hurt. much more seriously than was thought at the time. And their theory of his death is this: That throigh the constant working of his brain since then these injured veins had gradually become more and more delicate, thinner and thinner, un til the quick rush of b!ood to his head, when he leaned over to fit the lower bolt on the door of his house on that Thursday night, burst them, and caused his sudden death. CHEAP RAILROAD TRAVELING.4 H. T. Peake., Esq., the General Superintendent of the South Caro lina Railroad, is now issuing "Gre'en Line" certificates which entitle the bearer to travel at half fare, or ce each week, over the following named railroads: Louisville and i asnville, Memphis aud Louisville, Nashville and North-we st ern, Nashville and Chattanooga, Wes. tern and Atlantie, Selma, Rotue and Dalton, Macon and Western'g Atlanta and West poin~t, Modtg. mery and West Point Georgia ad South Carolina Railroads. This is done under an agree. ment entered into at the "Green Line" Convention, held at Atlanta in March iast, and the "half fare'1 privilege is extended to all persons traveling "for the purpose ~of , soliciting business" The cost of traveling is in this way reduced one-halt. We are glad to see this new movement. It is an indication that our railroads are bent on giving all the help they can to our people, who must do their part by working actively to ex tend their trade and make known the business advantages they are prepared to offer-[harleston News. The folloiving is a specimen.of printer's technical terms-it don't mean Lowever, as much as it would seemn to the uninitiated : "WVillian, put General Washing tont on the g iley, and then finish the murder of that young girl you commenced yesterday. set up the ruins ot Hlerculaneum, and dis tribute the small pox; you need not finish that runaway match, but have the high water, in The paper this week. Put a new head to General Grant, and lock up Jeff Davis; slide that old dead matter into hell, and let that pie alone nintil after dinner. You can' put the Ladies' Fair to press, and then, go to the devil and put him to, work on Deacon Fogy's article on, Eternal Punishmen~t. "Boston has a paper called (.oo& Health." Roston never had good health exoept "on paper." 'Jennie June boasts that she was born a woman." What does she .know about it?i SlM wasn't dhere%