.- i -? a; TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM. y GOD OXJR VOLUME 8. SATUKDAY MORNIN?, JUNE 6, 18T4. COUNTRY. ALWAYS IN ADVANCE. > NUMBER 18 The Breezo. BT MKS. M. di SCHILL. Start inj; in the forest, Milca nod miles away, Speoding gaily onward Like a child at play; Toying with tho leaflets Crossing meadows groen, Dancing through the wheat fields, Gliding e'er the streafn? Till at length it reaches 1 Blocks of brick and stono, Nothing to bo daunted, Still it prt '"JM on : With a holy'.dission, Hasting to fulfill, With its might and power, ? All its Master's will. Laughing in at windows, Lifting ringlets fair, Peeping in at doora With a rognish air; {Bringing joy and blesaing To the weary heart, 'To the fainting spirit 'Giving a fresh statt* Pevcred pulses cooling With its light caress; Droeping hopes renewing Into earnestness: Sorrow tear "beguiling By its winesome play, Whiep'ring to the dreary 'Of a brighter day. Sighing with the mourner, Singing with itoe gay, Chasing clouds and darkness Then away, away. Ever speeding onward, Never stops to Test, Till the shades of evening Gather in the west. To us an 'example Of what we should oe In our Christian journeys Earnest, Tireless, fretf: With a word of kindness For the hight or low, IBcaring joy wnd. comfort Whoresce'er wo go. -"Never'to "be weary While the .lay shall Its*. SfforVrng -i'r. God'* triMptft^" ^)L&?^*yia'$aSri -"TRvcr presrfnrg 'oTVtvaTfl With "the end in view, {For the rest of haeven Waits for me and yon. Agues Fowler's I?eal. 5fY A.VNFK K. FISHER. Agnes Fowler was not a beauty. 5ler complexion had neither the pure ffrerih ticFs of the perfect 'blonde, nor yot Hvho Ttch darfancss of the brunette. Her "fooffrttres wefe irregular, and, but for her *ajeB, fee* face in repose would have 'been 'cabled very plain, if net agly. Every one who knew her acknowledged ?the 'beauty of her eyes. Large brows 'they were, with, at times, a wistfnUight in their depths ; at others a flash and ?a r.par-kje that quite won the observor, ?despite iicfothor features, Like a fine painting h?ng in a plain frame, you forget that the frame exists and only see tho beauties which the artist has placed upon the canvass. Agnes was ?the only daughter of a widow. A little cottage in the village was their only fortune, unless wo count the untiring energy and the ^igourons cultivated intellect of oar heroine. She was the ?organist in the village church and toachor in tho village academy. Odo spring afternoon Agnes was "walking slowly homo enjoying a bath in tho spring sunshine. She felt a little weary with her day's labor, but eon tented and happy with nil. As she was passing -Judge Benton'u, she saw a stranger entering tho houso with Arthur Ben ton. K) ! there is cousin Ralph,' cried little Jennie Benton, as she flow past her teacher and up the walk to speak to her ?otisin. Who cousin Ralph was, Agnes had not the remotest idea. She wnlked ou, bumming a tune, as she turned into tho ?cross street that lod to her home, wholly suniiudful of the remarks bciug made ?concerning her, 'There is tho little orgaotst I told you of, Ralph,' Arther Benton *aid, hastily drawing bis cousin out again upon tho piast*, 4 What! that homely littlo thing in a calico' gown '/ Wncw!' and he gavo a long low whistle. 'I thought from your description of her, Art., she must bo equal to Venus at least.' Arthur shrugged bis shoulders, smiled an udd little smile, and led the way up stairs. His mental comment wa9? 'Agnes is no flirt; but there is n witchery about her that few can resist. I want to see how Ralph will make it I rather think that both have found their match.' Tho next Sabbath Ralph and Arthur wore in their pow when Agnes catuo in. One sweeping glnnco she cast ovor the congregation, as sho soatsd horsolf at the organ, then bent her eyos intoutly upon her book. Ralph started slightly as he enooun tcrcd those eyes. Arthur was on the watch, nnd somothing very like a smile curved his lips. Strange as it may soom, Arthur was anxious that Agnes should fascinate Ralph. Porhaps tho truost explanation of his feeling was, he did not relish the idea of his moat intimate friend, Ralph, being more invulnerable than himself. He had yielded to the charm of Agnes' presence, had offered himself and been refused in so delicate a manner, that he Jolt more of the little noss usual on such occasions. He was etil I .her friend and esteemed her highly. He did not speak of her agnin to Ralph; and, as his cousin had no pretext for mentioning her, the subject was drop ped. One May day the acadt-ewy fead a picnic. A May picnic with its May queen, M try pole and all its pleasant accompaniments, and all tho aunnying details of such an occasion. Agnes led her little troop, and when their wants had been attended, and their nppotitss appeased, ?ho left them merry ; with their games, and wandered dowu tho brook a little way. Sho was tired aud wanted n few quiet moments. Seat ing herself on a grass)' plat beneath au old oak she leaned back against tho trunk, hnr eyos half closed, her little brown hands lying listless in her -lap. ?? .^vyiolicious languor stojj ovor her Suddenly she heard a step beside her I und started up, slightly bewildered to j liml Arthur Beuton und hi* cousin beside her. Hor self possession returned iu tin instant uii Arthur presentu I his cousin, Mr. Wilson- In a w ck, Ralph Wilstra had forgotten that Agues Few;' ler was plain ; had (forgotten everything save -tfhe swoetucs.-j of her smile, the rose charm that hung like o witchery about her, aud tho shy-glances he now and then caught from those brown eyes usually veiled beneath their long lashes. Two, throe, four months passed, aad y<-t Ralph lingered, anxious, yet fearful to tell tho little village maidon of Iii? love. He had flirted desperately with many city belles, had breathed sweet nothings in their ears time and again. Why should he stand in awe of this little country girl ? He could not fathom tho reason. He had never said to her what he had said to them. Iu fact, there had been no love passages between them. He had lingered near her, he had studied her every word aud look, but she was sacred to him as a goddess. Her manner puzzled him. He bolieved her not altogether indifferent to him ; yet, sometimes he fancied be saw a look of contempt upon her face, as sho eat upon a rustic seat iu the yard, her hands always busy with some- useful work, while he, lounging upon the greon sward near, toyed idly with his cane or threaded tho. masses of his hair with his whito jeweled hand. September oame r.nd Ralph was obliged to return to the city. 'Do you know, Agnes,' ho said one night, 'why I have lingered hero so long Y The brown eyes gave him one quick, puzzling glance, then were rcso lutely veiled. 'Because our village is a pleasant place to tarry in, I presume,' she answered quietly. 'Agnes,' he said earnestly, 'you know why I have lingered. It is because I love you, and have not dared to tell you po. I have wealth, Agnes; share it with me.' There was a nervous trcmlrliug about the sensitive mouth, a tremor of tho eyelids and then the eyes, grave and earnest now, though humid with unshed tears, looked into his. ?Mr. Wilson?Ralph,' Bbe said slowly, 'I will not deny that you are more to me than a frieud ; but I promised my father on his death hod that I would ncvor marry nny mau who had no pro fes?iou or trade, one whom hands were soft and white, who, should wealth take wiugs, knew not how to labor, either mentally or physically, for his bread. You may think me peculiar?perhaps unkind?but you cannot fill my idea of true manhood as long as you neglect to develop your mind. Wo wero not placed horo to lead a butterfly existence.' Frightened at having said so much, Agnes hid her face in her bauds. Ralph sprang up like one awakened from a dream. New thoughts went hurrying through his brain. Reared in affluence, with every wish gatified, this aimles*, iaaotivo lifo hud become a part of his nature. Ho was thoroughly awoke now ; all his dormant energies woro springi ng into lilo. He would never again bo the idlo dronq he had - heretofore been Agnes stole a giants at him, and wond ercd at the transformation. Ho was standing erect, his head thrown back, his really fine features lit up by an ex prcssion she had never seen bofore. 'Agnes,' he said, as he boot over her and touched reverently the braids of her brown hair, 'Agnes, you have spoken truth. I am living like a poltroon upon tho fortune my father amassed for me; I am waiting the fortune God gave me. Little teacher, your words shall not bo in vain. When I ant come again, I will come more worthy of you, or I will uevor come.- Let me but kiss this little hand; it is all the pledge I ask. Indued, I have uo right to ask ant/ pledge.' Gent ly, reverently, he raised her liitle baud to his lips, and then walked away. Five years the seasons come aud wcut, and with them camo changes to Agnes' home. Her mother was dead?she was all alone. No word had over come directly from Ralph. Sho had hoard of him in the busy city as a rising yoaag architect. U?r cheeks glowed wheu she heard his praise, although she believod he had forgotten k?g. ^or a Lvcnr she had. Im-Mi , teaching in a distant city, where she received a better salary. Five years Worn the time we first met h,vr, sfce returned to her native village to vi.sit ?er friends and her mother's grave. She was walking si ?wly ?1 eng the ^ree-n Jane that lud to the village cjuio tery, uumuidful of the violets and butter Claris that raised their tiny heads and looked tip pityingly at her. She was very ionely this beautiful bright spring morning. There wore traces of tears upon her sweet face, and her roscy lips quivered like those of a grieved child. This was her moment of weakness, she would be strong ngaiu by aud by. A gentlcmau was coming up the lane. A stranger she thought. Uncousciously she found herself admiring his tall, man ly form, and firm, resolute tread. Per haps it was the contrast with her own weakness that attracted her attoutiou aud drew forth her admiration. Ho came nearer, paused, and held out his baud4, saying simply : 'My dearest Agnes !' 'Ralph !' she replied, aad placed her little, hands in his. '1 have come,' he said,'as I promised. I truat 1 am more worthy of you than when wo parted. Two years ago, tho emergency you foresaw, camo. My for tune was all swept away. Thanks to you, I was prepared for the trial. I cau earn our daily bread uow, I havoasuug little homo. Will you ooino, dearest Agnes ?' 40 ! Ralph, it will be like heaven,' she said, and they weut down the lane to g'-thcr. lu after years Ralph used to say, when his friends remarked his dovotiou to his wifo: '1 ought to love my wifo better than most men, for sho mado a man of mo. Thero is a distilory in Cha'ttooga county at or ucar which live meu have becu mindernd since it was established. The last one was committed ou Friday, when ]3en Hughes murderod Jesse Corn his lather-in law. Tho Arohbisbup hold a confirmation service at tho Jatl in Queboo, May 2D, when the murderer Sohmidt, of New York, sentenced to bo hanged on the 26th of June, received the sacra incut. kbout the Yolcano. The liddle of the Raid Mountain has been aol rod at last. The terrified in habitant: of that region may now return home an 1 once sleep without dreaming of volcanoes belching out red hot lava upou thitm. They need not fear the sudden coming of the day of judgtneut. The thing is all explained. There is no volcano or coming ot the day ol judgment! in the matter at all; nor is the actioti of electricity, as some philoso phcrs woold have us believe. Not by any incatjs. Sawbones, (who seems to be doctor judging from his name, possibly a lawyer,'}} has found out all about it. lie lives } iu the vicinity and has got to the bottom of the whole thing. With some reluctance we give the readers of the ITeiald his conclusion. Here it is ill his own language Never mind the first words, bis subject demands strong expressions Near yiiu Volcanic Rkoions,? March 19,?'II?11 afloat in the moun tains!'?'fold Bald y preparing to Erupt 1 ? v-plcano !?Smoke !?Fire !!? The earth quaking !?Things trotting !' Lhcar all this, and I could not stand it: I have never seen a volcano, so I moun I ted my horse and put out for 'Old Bald. The news got worse the farther I went As I approached the mountain I met the natives a gettin'?men womeu, children and dogs They begged me to turn back, and sung, 'Turn, sinucr, turn,' and 1 think some of them prayed for me It beat old Mrs Ward's saloon at Greeu ville To ge^ out of the fuss I pushed on I struck a leading spur of old Raid, und rode up, up us ??r as I couid ride Thou I dismounted, hitcued my horse and walked on Where the spur joined the main mountain, my way was obstruc ted by perpendicular rocks I could see smoke troiu tue top, but I could not hear the rumblings I climbed up and around the mountain to avoid the rooks After proceedin^for some time, I jjfl "1 ti eli l'' Tr^njRF^T&frrg1' ~4t -,\p'pe^flHBBlw below mo and father around the moun taiu i got oa a high point, from whieh there was a oomuiaudiug view below The rumbling from the point was terrible and unaccountable Ju:t here [sawn sight that astonished me more than if the earth had yawuod at my feet 1 siw a wagon with tour mules, driven furious ly around the side of the mountain It had oa it an old fashioned wagon bed. from the noise, there was a few loose rocks in it How the thing held together bouncing about over the rocks is uuao countable It wcut a few hundred yards, and turned rouud It stoppod about ten minutes as if to ront the mules ; then here it came again The road (if it could be called a road) was about -100 years long It would turn and rest the mules at each end I saw it make sever al trips Then I took a driuk from my flask, aud scrambled down to this Devil's turnpike I placed myself by the sido of the road, to wait for the wagou lna few minutes bore it came Tho driver did not see me, until he was within fifty stops of me He appeared astouished, stood up iu his stirrups (ho was riding one of tho mules) and tried to bluff me by yelling out : 'Get out of the way you d-d fool !' Aa soon as ho spoke I kneT him It was Gcorgo Sikes He used to live over iu Buncombe when Madisou was a part of Buncombe I picked up a couplo of rocks and placed myself iu the middle of tho road Thon he stoppod and I went for bim Said I, 'George, if you don't waut to be lilted from that mulo with ono of the dornioks, talk fast' ?Talk what V said ho ' Volcano !' said I ?Now look here, Sawbones,' (he always called mo Sawbones,) 'you kuow that 1 am a poor man 1 am paid by the edi tors to do this' 'Rut howiibout tho sraoko and fire V He said one of his boys was on top and with sticks and wot loaves he kept up asmoke At night they built a fire 'How abo ut the blow out?' Hero Georgo laughed outright He said the natives were very skittish when they board the rumbling, but when 'the blow out' came they incontinently tod died ! Ho had buried a keg of .powdo r about eight feet deep, inserted a tin tube iu tho keg, tramped in the dirt, lit a .slow match and then she bio v out ! ?They say they heard this rumbling to Old Fort?' '(), yes ! They hear it thert 1 They will hear it iu New York soon the nemauiao on the subjeot of asrtsjett nation and many of his relatives thought him in serious dangor of insanity through his constant approhonaioua. Most of the menacing massages ware unquestionably sent him by his enemies with whom he was plentifully supplied. Conscious of his weakness they revas gad themselves upon htm by iaapicrirg him with baseless terrors. Ho waa re peatedly told so, but he could not be in duced to believe that he did not dwell in an atmosphere of poisons, peai&rds and pistols. v - .mm -?- ???-? A Dog and Snake \3tt ? Several days ago a gentleman in "V ]p city went out into t'ae country, fdrlta^' taking with him an experienced pointer After huutiug some time he observed his dog to suddenly stop, and supposing the dog had 'stood' a bird advanced to shoot it. But coining nearer ho noticed '.hat the animal was fuauiiog at the mouth, as if suffering from an attack of hydrophobia. Under closer observation be discovered that the dog was the victim of an enormous snake, which waa charming it and steadily advancing eft itn pioy. The dog stood immovable, perfectly transfixed. The gentleman spoke to it, but it gave no head so coon pleteiy was it under the influence of the dread charmer. Seeing that the dog was in the most excruciating agony, tho gontlcman raised the gun and shot tho snake dead. Instantly, and simultaneous ly with the shot and the death of the snake, the dog fell down perfectly hole less, and to all appearanoe dead. It fa vived after some Itttle time, but had it Dot boen for some timely assistance from the master, it h bcliovod that the poor animal would have expired with the vicious reptile of whose charm it was the victim. The snake in question was a blue racer about four of fire feat long, and was killed near Oglethrope Park, I - i ~ wm Trick in all Trades. A ?sattle dealer arrived in Parts the other day with the intention of having his portrait painted in oil. He applied to an artist near the Mudeleinani la con cluding the bargain, dwelt strongly on his wish that tho likeness should be striking and unmistakably. Tho ^pain ter pmmir.ed that it should Be SO. ?In deed,' he added, 'I will appeal to the most disinterested judges possible?to your own bull dog; we will show him the picture aud see whether he recognises you.' Accoidingjy, when the picture was finished, it was brought into the dealers lodging, was placed on the floor aud the dog was called in. He instant ly ran up to the portrait and began to lick it, wagging his tail, and showing every sign of dolightod affection.. TJjo grateful dealer, conduced of tho aoaorsj oy of the likeness, instantly paid dojra., the sum dema'nded by tho artist, quit* unconsoious of tho fact that the 'conn terfeit presentment' of his features Sad been well rubbed with a bit baoaa. .