Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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? I II in !=^---; ?j&tjt* %trcfrf; Somebody's Darling. Into a ward of the whitewashed halb, Where the dead and the dying lay, Wounded by bayonetg, shells and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day? Somebody's darling, so young and so brave! . Wearing yet on his sweet, pale face? Soon to be hid in the dust of the grave? The lingering light of his boyhood's grace! Matted and damp are the curls of gold Kissing the snow ofthat fair young brow, Pale are the lips of delicate mould? Somebody's darling is dying now, Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow Sruah his wandering waves of fold ; Cross his hand on his besom, now? Somebody's darling is still and cold. Kiss him once for somebody's sake, Murmur a prayer soft and low? One bright curl from its fair mates take? They were somebody's pride you know. Somebody's hand hath rested there; Was it a mother's, soft and white ? Or have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in their waves of light ? * God knows best! He has somebody's love; Somebody's heart enshrined him there? Somebody wafted his name above, Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave and grand! Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay? Somebody olung to his parting band. Somebody's watching and waiting for him, Yearning to hold him again to her heart; And there he lies with his blue eyes dim, And the smiling child-like lips apart. Tenderly bury the fair young dead? Pausing to drop on his grave a tear; Carve on the wooden slab o'er h:.s head? "Somebody'n darling slumbers here." -*-.? From the RicJimond Sentinel. :/ Stonewall Jackson's Way. BT JAMES D. BLACK WILL. The rod-crbss'flsg has set in night? It's brief career is o'er; And Jackson's sword that dashed in fight Shall gleam in war no more. His soul hath bade the world farewell, But long shall page of history tell, Of each eventful day; When in the light of morn displayed, The banner of StonowalTa brigado Waved in its proud array. And now the stranger's missing eye, Sees on each' well-fought field, Where Jackson's men knew now to die ; But'knew not how to yield; The verdant grass luxuriant wave In freihnes3 o'er each soldier's grave; And vernal flowerets gay, By nature's hand profusely shed, Dock where the gallant heroes bled, In Stonewall Jackson's way. Oh, gentlo be each warrior's sleep, And hallowed be his rest, Where softest dews of evening weep O'er every dauuttess breast. Each eweeUtoned warbler carol there A requium on the stilly air, At morn and close of day : And hoary grandsires come to'tell Their children's sons of those that fell, In Stonewall Jackson's way. - - From the New Orleans Creseent. The Hanging of Eph Tolley. Mobile, Feb. 13.?Everybody in Mo-1 bile and New' Orleans knows old Col. Bob-so well that when I relate the following little story, his identity will be sufficiently apparent; therefore I shall not expose myself to his wrath by expo . ling his pagan name in connection here? with. His hopeful nephew, Frank, is better known here than the old man, and when he shall have attained his venerable relative's years and experience, will add to the family love of drollery and mis? chief, a mind well educated by study and foreign travel. He seldom meets me without "spinning a yarn" in his peculiar BtyJe, and the other day gave me an ac? count of an "execution" in - county, Miss., to which the sheriff had given him a special "invite" in the following style, verbally: "Come over and see me strangulate [ that durned cuas, Eph Tolley, for arson, and settm* old man Odum's house afire? dura him." I'll givo the story in Frank's words, as nearly as possible : The appointed day came, and as we had about fifteon miles to ride, and the execu? tion, waa to take place at 9, a. m., it was necessary to start early, and, according? ly, Uncle Bob directed Jerry to wake us up before day. It seemed to me that we had hardly turned in when I was awa koned by Jerry'e voico calling out: "Mars Robert! Mars Robert! It's most 'fore day." 11 Go to-!" was Un? cle Bob's benevolent response, and I en? dorsed it. Another short nap was short? ly broken by Jerry warning us that it was "fore day, Mars Robert, now, for true 1" A loud snort from old Bob was Jerry's only answer, and for an hour we were not again interrupted, when he bawled out the third time: "Clean daybreak! Hi! Mars Bob play de debble gettin' up 'fore day!" The secret of Jerry's wakefulness was explained by the fact that his own little mule, "Stump Sucker," was standing ready by Uncle Bob's horse and my own. He was bound to be in at the death. We took a light breakfast, and as Spartan burg Court House was not a place to look for dinner, we deposited in our saddle? bags a couple ol bottles of whisky; I think Jerry had one, too. These, and a plug of tobacco, constituted our lunch. When we'arrived at Spartan burg, wo found about a dozen planters and over seers loafing about, seme of them occa? sionally anxiously inquiring of the sheriff "what time was he gwine to hang Tol ley ?" I should like to show you the sheriff of- county! George, he is the durndest, ugliest, funniest little cuss j you" ever saw. He stands about five feet in his shoes, and is about as broad as he is long, and his mug would frighten the savagest catamount in all creation. Bust? ling about, big with tho importance of his position, he waddled up to Uncle Bob and pompously offered his hand. "Colonel, I'm durncd glad you've cura. These eusses here aint gin me no peace since sun up, axin me when I was gwine to begin. It's none of their durned biz nes; I'd invited you to see the hangin', for I knew yon liked sport, and wasn't gwine to begin till you arriv, if I had to put off the execution." Mounting the steps of the court house, he then sang out, in a tremendous voice: "0, yes! 0, yes! 0, yes! I'm now gwine to proceed to carry out the sen? tence of the law on Eph Tolley, which has to be hung for arson, and sottin of a man's house afire! Whar's Bill Simmons, my depity ?" "He's over at Jim Beard's playin' sev en-up with Lanty Corrigan, and a beatin' of him like sikes," answered a little pot? bellied, yellow-faced specimen of a dirt eater. "He wants me to take his place." " You take his place 1 You take his place I" indignantly interrupted the sheriff j "darn you, you'd look a heap better a ta khv Eph Tolley's place. Call Bill Sim? mons." After some delay Bill Simmons appear? ed, and Mr. Sheriff, taking a piece of clothes line about four feet long out of his pocket, tossed it to him and said: "Mr. Depity, go fetch Tolly out here." Up to this time I had been vainly look? ing to find some preparation for the fatal scene; but the only thing visible was an enclosure about forty feet square, fivo feet high, made of rails laid in the fashion of a "worm fence," and resembling a spa? cious pig pen more than anything else. In the center of the onclosuro stood a pole of black jack forked at tho top, and lying beside it was another pole, about twelve feet long, peeled of its bark. "Mr. Sheriff," said I", "arc not these proceedings rather irregular? Tho law says an execution must take place within an enclosure, and?" "Well, ain't that an enclosure, sa-ay? The law don't say I'm to build a stone wall, nor't I've-tor chunk up the cracks, nuther!" "Whore is the gallows ?" I ventured to ask. "Squire," said th3 Sheriff, with impres? sive dignity; "Squire, don't fret your giz? zard. I know my bizness, and you'll ob? lige me by tendin' to your'n. Hold your bosses and you'll see. I haint been Sher? iff -county twerty years fornothin'." Enter Bill Simmons with Tollcy. Ho had tied the bit of clothes line round tho eulprit's neck, and was leading him along as you would lead a horse to Avatcr. Tol I ley was almost'as short in stature as tho j Sheriff, very stoutly built and had a sul? ky, don't-caro-a-cuss sort of look on his stolid face. Ho was quite complacently chewing a bit of wheat straw. He nod? ded familiarly to all hands, spoko to two threo in the party, and asked me for a chew of tobacco, informing mo at tho same time that he was "dry as a mcetin' -house." I carry two kinds?one for my? self, and tho other for tobacco boggars ; but thinking it a shame to send a man into eternity with a wad of nigger-head in his mouth, I pulled out my choice hon? ey dew and handed it over. That was the last 1 saw of it. Toliey deposited an enormous quid in his cheek, and coolly handed the plug to the little pot-bellied dirt-eater, and it went from one to anoth? er as long as it lasted. Lord, Georgo, to think that a man with one foot in the grave should be capable of an act of in gratitudo and downright robbery ! The Sheriff now read a document to Tolley, informing him that he was to be hung by the neck, &c, &c, winding up with the addition: "And now, Tolley, you're a durned pretty looking skunk, ain't you? I'll teach you, durn you, to sot a gentleman's house afire, and be guilty of arson ! Come along here!" and ho took the rope from the deputy's hands and led Tolley, who followed him like a lamb to the slaughter, into the enclosure. Old Bob whispered to me, "Frank, givo the poor devil a drink," but the fate of my honey dew steeled my heart against the appeal. Arrived at the fatal pole, tho Sheriff ordered tho doomed man to "set down thar," which ho did. The end of the rope was then tied around the peeled sapling on the ground. "Now, Tolley, get up!" and Tolley, with apparently stolid indifference, slow? ly rose to his feet. The Sheriff then put one end of the sapling into the fork of the upright, and pulling out his watch, handed it to Bill Simmons, saying: "Now, dep'ty, you time 'im, while I hold 'im up :" . Judge of my horror, George, when 1 saw this old devil thus coolly preparing to choke the wretch to death, with no more compunction than if drowning a blind puppy. I begged Uncle Bob to in? terfere, but he declined to do so. "All ready! Now, Bill Simmons, you time 'im edzackly; mind you, nary minit more nor less!" With this ho mounted a low stump, and J with a herculean effort raised tho small i end of the sapling at arms' length over : his head. The tension of the rope just ! raised Tolley to his tip-toes, and didn't 'seem to inconvenience lim much ; $rut I the Sheriff?you should have seen him. j At the end of about tho second minntc ho was livid, absolutely purple in the face. " Bill Simmons," he gasped, " how long's 'o bin bangin'?ain't time up 7" : "Two rainits." "Durn it," panted the Sheriff. Here I ventured to remark: "Mr. Sheriff, tho law says that the criminal must be hangod by the neck until he is dead, no matter how long it takes." This barbarous suggestion met with a 1 proper rebuko. "Cuss you, Frank-! Who the asked for your durned lip ? I know what the law says. It says arter a gentleman's been hanging a certain time?and I think five minits is the time?he's got a right to live if he kin stan' it, and I think he orter." Tolley was still dancing on his toes, and his faco was fast becoming as purple as that of the Sheriff. "Time's up !" shoutod tho deputy, and the Sheriff flung the pole from him with a vim that jerked the pendant Tolley sprawling upon the ground. He picked himself up, and the Sheriff untied the clothes line from his neck; then cram? ming Tolloy's hat over his oyes, ho thus addressed him: "Now, Eph Tolley, you've 'scaped hang? ing by a kibble of tho law; but if you know what's good for you, you'll leave this country mighty suddintj" saying which he applied to Tolley, a posteriori, a tremendous thwack of his No. 11 pegg? ed boot, ejaculating with each kick, "Durn you, scoot, scoot! I'll teach you to commit arson and set a man's house afire! and ef I ketch you in these diggins again, I'll shoot you, you cussed scalla wag !" With one final kick and "scoot!" he turned Tolley loose, and invited tho whole party to "licker." Wo did so, and I instantly recognized the bottle. Old Bob, regardless of the ties of consanguinity, had stolen it from my saddlebags and presented it to the Sheriff as a reward for his humanity and faithful dischargo of duty. -?i A Radical's Description of tue Pres? ident?His Great Power and Ability Conceded.?The Hon. John D. Baldwin, Member of Congress from Massachusetts, writes this description of Andrew John? son and his lato speech. Baldwin is of the Sumncr-Stcvcns stripo in politics. What tho President said is before the country. How ho said it, my poor words may fail to tell. For tho first time I stood near and looked closelj- on tho man. In tho course of an eventful life I have seen many men of wilful power and force, but nover before have I looked on one so thoroughly embodying the evil spirit of revolution. It will not do to underrate Mr. Johnson. He is terribly in earnest a .id withal most vindictively cool. A thoroughly paced demagogue, his incon? sequential logic, his egotism, his repeti? tions, his thorough belief in himself, and his popularity, are all elements of strength when ho facos such assemblages as were ?arrayed about him yesterday. Andrew Johnson is an able man ; how able, I never realized till yesterday. All results aro involved in his policy. Had he a Cabinet as able and as desperate, the dire results which the near future would bring could hardly be named now. We stand on the verge of fierce strife, to meet which the country should gather its strength and gird up its loins. This man is no weak Buchanan, and he means to crush Congress or be crushed. Mr. Johnson is a man of stalwart mould. Just above middle stature, he is so broad shouldered, firm set, and deep chosted, as almost to seem below it. Ho has a large head. It is a compact homo for his fiery will and brain. His faco is marked, strong oval outline, powerful under jaw, well defined but rather sharp chin; a wide, straight mouth, full flexible lips, skin coarse in texture but firm, com? plexion swarthy, hair coarse black, streak? ed with grey, a nose small at the root, but full and largo at tho nostrils, which expand and lift as he speaks, broad, roomy forehead, beetling,bushy eyebrows, beneath which are a pair of the coldest, hazol groy eyes I ever saw in a human head; these aro tho outlines of Androw Johnson. His voico is clear, harsh, powerful and penetrating. When he seems speaking with most excitement, he is evidently the coolest man in the world. I watched him with tho awakened interest of one who felt the magnitude of the crisis the speaking was creating, and am convinced that all he said was weighed and meas? ured, and meant to bring about certain results. When the tumult of applause which greeted his strongest denunciation and most virulent attack was surging around, those cold eyes and that crafty smile could be seen calculating the entire scene and its accessories. -+ ? "Father," said an ambitious young? ster, about the size of a pepper-box. "I can do without shoes, but I am suffering for a bosom pin." -o ? '^Hello, my jolly rebel, how do you feel now. since the surrender?" "Very much like Lazarus, Yank." ';How'b that ?" "Like I was licked by dogs." A Romantic Love Story. The Count de St, Croix, belonging to one of the noblest and wealthiest families in France, became engaged, after a long and assiduous courtship, to a lady, his equal in position and fortune, and famous for her beauty. Shortly after the happy day was appointed which was to render two loving hearts one, the Count was or? dered immediately to the siege of Sebas topol; so he girded on his sabre, and at tho head of his regiment, marched to the battle-field. During the Count's absence, it happened that his beautiful fiance had the small-pox; after hovering between life and death for several days, she recov? ered her health, but found her beauty hopelessly lost. The disease had assumed in her case the most virulent character, and left her not only disfigured but seamed and scarred to such a frightful extent that she became hideous to herself, and re? solved to pass the remainder of her days in the strictest seclusion. A year passed away, when, one day, the Count, imme? diately upon his return to France, ac? companied by his valet, presented him? self at the residence of his betrothed and solicited an interview. This was refused. He, however, with the persistence of a lover, pressed his suit, and finally the la? dy made her appearanco, closely muffled in a double veil. At the sound of her voice the Count rushed forward to era braco her, but, stepping aside, she trem? blingly told him tho story of her sorrows and burst into tears. A heavenly smile broke over the Count's handsome features, as raising his hands above he exclaimed : "It is God's work; I am blind." It was even so. When gallantly leading his regiment to the at? tack, a cannon ball passed so closely to his eyes that, while it left their expres? sion unchanged, and his countenance un? marked, it robbed him forever of sight. It is almost unnecessary to add that their marriage was shortly after solemnized. It is said that at this day may bo often seen at the Emperor's receptions an officer leaning upon the arm of a lady closely veiled ; and they seemed to be attracted to the spot by their love of music. -? An Old Prediction.?The Cleveland, Ohio, Times of February, 1849, published the following lines as coming from tho Knickerbocker Almanac of 1847 : "When the country ia ruled by a tailor bold, , A beggar shall stitch with a thimble of gold ; And the water shall furnish, instead of the land, Three millions of men with their first in eommand." A Mississippian, bringing this stanzas to light says, "its singularity is certainly striking, to say the least. But would the laut two lines of the stanza in question bear the construction as for commerce to crowd the vasty main with unprecedented cargoes and numerousness of craft and crews at an imminent date ??or do they bode war, with plenty of privateering, and battles by sea ? 'Three millions of men with their first in command' to be on 'the waters instead of the land,' as the latter has chiefly proved the case from 1861 to tho middle of 1865 ?" Let us hope the prediction does not "bode war," but rather the former, or nothing. We would prefer that it meant three millions of immigrants from the old world during the administration of the "tailor bold."?Nashville Union. A Singular Story.?The Louisville Democrat says: On the 5th of February last Michael King, about seventeen years of age, was killed at Oakland, Kentucky, by being struck on the head with a stake which was drawn from the ground by an unru? ly horse. Two days after the fatal acci? dent, and when the body was about to be buried, the relatives of King thought they noticed evident signs of life, and the body was removed to the house, where it was kept for several days. A report got into circulation, at the time, to the effect that the boy had come to life. Af? ter keeping the body several days it was removed to the lower graveyard and placed in a vault, where it now is, and has been visited by hundreds of our cit? izens. The body rotains its natural ap? pearance, is limber and warm, after being dead and in tho graveyard one month. Wo have heard of no reason assigned for this strange phenomenon. -<t> Whiskey and Newspapers.?An ex? change paper, in discussing the relative merits and estimated value of theso two articles, says: A glass of whiskey is manu? factured from perhaps a dozen grains of corn, the value of which is too small to be estimated. A glass of this mixture sells for a dime, and if of a good brand, is considerod well worth the money. It is drank in a minuto or two. It firos the brain, sharpens the appetite, deranges and weakens the physical system. On the same sideboard on which the deleterious beverage is served lies a newspaper. It is covered with half a million of types? it brings intelligence from the four quar? ters of the globe. The newspaper costs less than tho glass of grog?the juice of a few grains of corn?but it is no less strange, than true that there is a large number of people who think corn juice cheap and newspapers dear. -O-: ? A very volatile young lord, whose conquosts in the female world were num? berless, at last married. "Now, my lord," said his wife, "I hope you will mend." "Madame," said he, "this is my last lolly." Spring Time. The love or the beautiiul is a natural impulse that thrills all our hearts and brightens the gloom that shrouds the rough and rugged ways of life. For all along the pathway, be it ever so drear and lonely, there springs up a little flower he?e, a blade of grass there, and some? times a tiny wreath winds itself among the gaping rocks to hide their bleak and ragged looks?perhaps a bird aits on the swinging bough and gladdens with its music the soul of the weary traveler; or, near by, a singing rill goes sweeping o'er its pebbly bottom, just in place to cool the fevered brow of the weary and worn. So in life, the way is often cheered by visions of beauty, scenes that are lovely to behold, and music whose strains sound very, very beautiful to the weary mortals. "We havo been reminded of these things by the coming of the rosy spring time, whoso tiny footstep treads so lightly o'er hill and dale, and as she goes, scatters flowers rich and rare with which to graco the festal scene, when wre shall crown the blooming May Queen of the season. Ah ! very beautiful is the smile of God's love to the children of men, when he gladdens thoif hearts with the soft beaming sun? light, the balmy winds, the springing flowers and the forest music of Spring? time. And surely there aro none, from the laborer in the fields?the tradesman at his bench?the merchant at his desk? the man of health with a lordly tread?or the invalid stretched upon a couch of suf? fering, but "thanks God for Springtime." Truly there may be shadows upon the spirits of some of us which shut out many of the glories and sadden some of the notes of melody that would otherwise burst upon us in all their accustomed ra dience and harmony. But even from such hearts, though crushed and broken they may be, there steals up an incense of praise and thanks-giving to the throne of their Maker that the Spring-time, the type of a final re-awakening, tho joyous harbinger of "peace on earth and good will toward men," has come to point us to that world of fadeless light, where it is one eternal Spring-time.?Culpeper ( Fa.). Observer. * -* TnE Science of IIouse-Keki-ing.?The other day, several ladies warned a certain editor that his journal was not satisfac? tory to them on account of the absence of "useful hints," receipts," etc. Whereupon the recreant journalist endeavored to satisfy the complaining ladies, and among others, submitted the following hints: Always mend clothes before washing. Whip your children every day before dinner. 'Twill give you a good appetite and put a healthy glow upon their com plexion. Vinegar is good to set colors of red. green or yellow; therefore, if you hsive clothes of this color and wish to preserve their hue?pickle them. Use paregoric sparingly?it costs a good deal and tastes well?consequently chil? dren often have the green apple ache. Count your c lothes pins., spoons, towels, forks, handkerchiefs, &c, every month? once. Milk is good for crying babies?cow's will do if no other can be obtained. -tjj ? A writer in a Georgia paper intro? duces the American eagle, which for five years has been a comparative stranger in these parts, in this style, preliminary to tho fourth of July : "The American eagle is looking at us. His tail feathers have been plucked out, but still he is on his roost. Miss Colum? bia is also standing with her flag-staff and flag onto it, but she looks a little passee! Fourth of July comes but onct a year, but its dull. Wc must fix up the eagle, get the goddess a new set of teeth and a waterfall, and have fourth of July got up regardless of expense. We must give all the Mormon women a husband apiece, marry the anxious school-marms that como down South to teach the darkies, put the niggers to work, build a horse railroad from New York to the city of Mexico, dam up the Gulf stream, lick England, (Old and New,) annex Cuba, and we will bo again a great and glorious country." -+ ? A young man in England having en? tertained a tender passion for a young woman, felt such insurmountable diffi? dence as to prevent his ever disclosing the same to the fair empress of his heart, and resolvod on an expediont that would bring the business to an issue. He went to the clergyman and requested the bans of marriago might be published according to law. When the publication was brought to her ears, she was filled with astonishment, and went to him to vent her resentment; he bore the sally with fortitude, observing, that if she did not think proper to have him, she could go to the clergyman and forbid the bans. Af? ter a moment's pause she took wit in her anger, and said, "As it has been done, it is a pity that tho shilling should be thrown away." -? ? A California editor, speaking of the complaints by his readers that he don't publish all the local items they desire to see, justly observes that it is often their own fault, in not sending the facts. Ho says he don't like to publish a birth after the child is weaned, a marriage after tho honeymoon is over, or the death of a man after his widow is married again. Amusino Incident.?An amusing inci dent is told of a woman in England, whose husband, a wealthy man, died suddenly without leaving any will. The widow, desirous of securing the whole property, concealed her husband's death and pursuaded a poor shoemaker to take his place while a will could be made. Ac? cordingly, be was closely muffled in bed, as if very sick, and a lawyer was called to write tho will. The shoemaker, in a feeble, voice, bequeathed half of all the property to the widow. "What shall be done with the remainder?" asked the lawyer. "The remainder," replied he, "I give and bequeath to the poor little shoe? maker across the street, who has always been a good neighbor and a deserving man," thus securing a rich bequest for himself. The widow was thunderstruck with the man's audacious cunning, but did not dare expose the fraud, and so two rogues shared the estate. -?-?* ? There has been a report going tho rounds of the press, says the Paris Ken tuckian, that Gen. J. B. Hood was to. be married to a daughter of General Wil? liam Preston, of Louisville. Wo remark? ed to him, recently, that he had to suffer for his notoriety. "Yes," said he, "and it must be exceedingly annoying to the lady, as we have no acquaintance what? ever, having never ever seen one anoth? er." ? "I have great confidence," says a wri? ter, "in young men who believe in them? selves, and are accustomed to rely on their own resources from an early period. When a resolute young fellow steps up to the great bully, the world, and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often sur? prised to find it come off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare timid adventurers." THE NEW YORK NEWS. DAILY, SEMI-WEEKLY AND WEEKLY. THE NEW YORK WEEKLY AND SEMI-WEEUY ?EW8, GR ?AT FAMILY NEWSPAPER I BEITJAMI2I WOOD, - Editor and Proprietor Journals of Politics. Literature,'FmdiioM, Mar? ket and Financial Kvports. Intcrenting Miscella? ny, ami News from ALL PARTS OF TUP, "WORLD. IMPROVEMENTS INTRODUCED. Immense Circulation !>etcrmi!ied On ! THE LARGEST, BEST. AND CHEAPEST PA? 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Volume 24 Commenced January, 1866! Monthly, at.S2 00 per annum. Six Copies for.10 in Advance. By special arrangement with tho MARYLAND FARMER, another excelleut Rural Monthly, pub? lished in Baltimore at SI.50, both papers wiil be sent one year for $3.00; six of each for $16.00; ten of each for $'23.00?giving each subscriber in this case both papers for 2.50! Address WM. N. WHITE, Athens, Ga. March 1,1866 37 Greenville & Columbia Rail Roa4. General Scpeiiintesdext's Offjcb, Columbia, Jan. 28, 1866. On and after Wednesday, 31st inst., the Passengor Trains wiU b*run daily, (Sunday's excepted) as follows: Leave Columbia at - - ? 6 00' a. ?% " AUstoh, - - 11 00 " Newbcrry, - - 12 50 p.a. Arrive at Abbeville, - - 6 00 ? " " Anderson, - - 8 10 * ? " Greenville, - 9 00 " Leave Greenville at - - 4 30 ft. m. " Anderson, - - 5 80 M " Abbeville, - - 7 45 ? " Newberry, - - 1 10 p.m. Arrive at Alston, - - 2 55 M ?? " Columbia, - 8 00 " There will be about seven miles of staging still between Freshleys and Alston; passengers will be furnished with tickets through, including the Road, Stage and Ferry?sixty pounds baggage onlg allowed on the Stage to one seat. L. B. LaSALLE, Gcn'l Supt. Feb. 1 33 tf