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'K pU>1 [: " '': ? ?# t ' . iiljm?r' ' . ... " ' ? '' " --a I .,.{ y,. ,?1U -f i; .j l?.t . . ;,r:rt 1 ' "' 1 VOLUME 29. CAMDEN, SOUTH-CAROLINA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER"11, 1869,. j |" :" NUMBER 13. i|, ?ssssss~ . I I _ I, , 11 *-'*?"-1? I tnn Mtittowdv .on .lUnuiv Vnfc SELECTED STORY. From the New Orleans Picayune. The Sweet Bazlo Girls. I had finished my simple toilet for time, and was seated at the piaoo, play- . log those old fashioned airs Uncle Sammy loved so well to hear; and now he 0 Bat there, softly patting his foot, and ? gently swaying his body to andfio, 1 while I tang Byron's 'Health to thee, v Tern Moore.' It was such a pleasure J for tue to sing for Undo Sammy, that I had forgotten all about the party, when suddenly in came Lucy, Pink and Jeany, all dressed, and looking as ~ charming as youth, health and happiness, assisted by all the devices of the 0 toilet could make them. How do we look, grandpa V said Lu- n ?J- " h Which is the prettiest V said, Jeony, conscious of her stately beauty. Which is dressed the sweetest V said 0 1?:?J m'? nromcna- 6 Air-Uliica X lum, ?? ? ..r ded before grandpa's delighted eyes, ^ until the old man held his bands up io despair of being able to answer such ^ important questions. , 'Oh, you all look sweet enough to eat, just like a pasle of snowy doves just ready for the hawk's daws; look ? * out you ain't canght to night.' 'Ob, but I am afraid to go,' said play- D ful Lucy. Til risk all the hawks,' said Pink. , * b Jenny said nothing, but smiled cold and firm, as she passed before tho mir- ^ ror, noticed (be slope of her white shoulders and the polished argent of her ? rounded arms. ? 'But whut have you upon you that sells so, girls V said Uncle Sam, drop- a piog into lus old-fashioned way of speak- p _ inf. a; 'Oh! it'? .Night-Blooming Scries, ai grandpa, isn't it nice/ said Lucy, and p she waved her luce handkerchief before the old man's nose. 'Pooh ! pooh! yes it's nice enough ; S( hut why don't you get 'Sweet Basle,' v girls, that is the sweetest stuff in all the t| world.' p 'Sweet Barle, grandpa ! what is that. H at new kind of perfume?' S( 'No, child, oo,; its older than I am j a the gals used to use it fifty three years t( ago, wheo I was a gay young fellow of b twenty odd or more. They use to put it p about them, in their bosoms, and it did b seem to ue the sweetest thing in all the t] world. vt 'I'll tell you what grandpa means,' said Pink, 'it's a kind of a plant that n grows in the garden, like a bergamot; D that is what he wants us to put on us n to go to a fashionable party io New a Orleans. Now would we not be laugh. ed at ? Oh, no, grandpa, I've henrd of t, the fate of the girl who rolled in the a camomile bei,' and sancy Pink laughed t| merrily. 'I known wc are sweeter than n any of yonr sweet baa-lc gals.' f( 'Oh, no, no,' said the old man, 'them ^ cwect baric gals was the sweetest gals [ in all tho world?there ain't none like f 'em now.' 'Oh ! it's only yon that have changed, p grandpa/ said Fink; 'girls an just } as sweet and pretty new as they r used to bo when your sweet baby girls h went to parties and quilting frolics!' f The old man laughed and shook his head; and while tho tucrry girls ran away for something in the other parlor, bo continued walking up and down the 11 room, murmuring softly to himself, ? Them sweet baby girls; them sweet 11 baby girls/ as though there was music in a tho words. I ran my fingers over the * piano keys, I wonld not stop, lest the s sudden quiet should interrupt his 1 thoughts; but my song had died into c an echo, and I sat there watching the I white haired old man, ns a soft smile 1 played o'er hi? features as he went back 0 into the distant past, and was liviog I over again those klissfal days of youth a and love; and those sweet lines of Ten* c nyson passed through my mind : "Sweet yean ago, my darling seventy years ' ago." fi The old man scermd to fill bis heart c of youth, he EtraiglUcncd himself, and * plaeing his thumbs in his vest, walked * proudly upward, as though he would throw off 1 "The wrinkled cares of age; A way with learning's crown, Tear out life's wisdom?written page, And dash its trophies down. For an instant only did this last, a ind of sinking of the body, and a drooptig of the head, with a slow, sad motion f the hand, with the monrnfal pathos f his murmured words, seemed to show hat he was conscious that tho grave rasjust before him, and those sweet axle girls were many of them in that ctter, or if they lived at all, were grnyaired old women. Uncle Sammy had forgotton my prosee entirely, and I determined to give im a surprise. As I was somewhat Id-fashioned in my taste, I had really ~ ? 1a in mn A rnco fimi BUTQIW H OWXXV UU6 IC IU uiJ UIVIN) HMU ow drawing it forth, and crushing the ;aves in my hand, I crept np softly boind the old man and held it with one and close to his nose, while with the therlslrat his eyes and said in a feign* d voice, 'Guess my name.' 'Ah 1 who is this?who is thisTsaid ie. 'One of the sweet bat le girls,' aaid I anghing. 'Yes, yes, child,' said he, 'yon are ne of the sweet baz lo girls ;' and plaiag his hand gently on ray head, his indly bine eyes mused a blessing on 30* I turned away, with tears in ray yes, and I wondered if my heart would :cep so young when my locks would e white with tho frosts of age, aod I 1 w I a rondcred, too, itany good iLan wowa ecp mo folded away among perfumed lemories, as odc of the street baz-le iris. Enola. Mr. Davis.?Some of the incidents (tending the arrival ana sojoarn of cz> 'resident JtfFcieon Davis in Baltimore, rc striking as indicating the interest ad love in the hearts of the Southern cople, that still follow him who is the upcreonation of their "lost cause." The Southern people know the unilfish fidelity with which Jefferson Dais sustained their sacred causo, and icy arc justly proud of the uocxarnled dignity with which he has repre jnted his people, whether as their cho 3D ruler, their vicarious martyr, or as a exile ia foreign climes. Every cour.lsy shown Mr. Davis by foreigners has ecn gratefully noted by the Southern eople, every distinction, accorded him, i accepted by the South as an ascripion of praise to her own virtues, of rhich he is the fitting exponent. Remembering the unflinching, unmrmuring fidelity with which he deleaned himself through that fouryear's ight, and recalling the bitter hatred nd unscrupulous mendacity with which c was pursued, who can fail to conrost him with those who were then his ccuscrs Where aro the Joe Browns, he Holdens, ct id orane genus, the lahcontcnts and marplots of the Conederate struggle for Freedom 1 Almost !> a man in the camp of the enemy.? iach ono of thctn a political Lazarus, nil r?f wminrls and bruises and nutrifv * V* "V- r J og sores, shunDcd and cursed by the coplo among whom they were born.? Icanwhilc Mr. Davis already has his eward. Caunonizcd by the voice of lis countrymen, he will be known to Qturc fenerations as the saioted maryr of the South.? W. Sta A young Pkilndclphian who has been q Paris diuing with Rosa Bonheur, thus ;ossips about her : "She has the Frenchaan's way of placing her index finger long the full length of her nose, which never before saw a woman do; and he parts her hair on one side, letting t fall on her forehead. It is entirely ;ray, except whero it is snow-white.? ndeed, the lady looks older than her uothcr. She talks energetically, clearly, ,nd rather didactically, but isestrcniciy >lea$ant. Harry showed her his pistol, tudshe said : 'Oh yes, I know, I carry mo just like it/and alio pulled it out if her pocket to show it to us. As it ras loaded, it frightened the family conidcrably to see her manoeuver it in her iffhand way. After dinner she 6mokcd ler cigar like the other gentleman of ihe party/' ; The work on the Chcraw!and Shlis. >ury Railroad is progressing. Legend of a Musket. Mark Twain tells the following stor related by a fellow passenger, who, bein bantered about his timidly, said he ha never been scared since he loaded a old Queen Anne's musket for his fath< once, whereupon he"give the following 'You see, the old man was trying t learn me to shoot blackbirds and beasi that tore np the young earn and sue things, so that I could bo of some iu about the farm because I wasn't bi enough to do much. My gun was single-barrelled shot-gun, and the ol man carried an old Queen Anne muske that weighed a ton, made a report lik a thunderclap, and kicked like a muh The old man wanted me to shoot th musket sometimes, but I was afraid.Ono day, though, 1 got her down an so I took her to the hired man, and ash ed him how to load her, because it wa ont in tho field. 'Hiram,' said be, 'd you see these marks on the stock, an ] -- J - 1 r U rWinon1 aou a y f uii cuuii diuo vi ?u? x*"*1* crown f Well, that means ten bails an fire slags?that's her load.' 'But bow much powder f 'Oh/ he says, 'itdou't matter; put i three or four haodfulis.' 'So I loaded her up that way, and 1 was ao awful charge?I had sense cnougl to see that, and started out. I levelle her on a good many biaok birds; bu every lime I went to poll trigger, I she my eyes and winked. I was afraid c her kick. Towards sundown I fctche up at the house, and there was the ol mnn resting on the Doroh.' 0 __ f 'Been out hunting, have ye?' 'Yea, air,' says I. 'What did you kill ? 'Didn't kill anything, sir?didn' ehoot her off?was afraid she would kick (fl[ knew blame well eho would.)' 'Gimmie that gun V the old maa said as mad as sin. And ho took aim at a sapling on tb other sido of the road, and I began t drop back out of danger. And th next moment I heard the earthquake and heard the Queen Anne whirlin; end over end in the air, and the old mai spinned around on one heel with on leg up and both hands on his jaw, am tho bark flying from that old saplinj like there was a hail storm. The oli man's shoulder was setback three inche Otwl kin iaar tiirnpd hlitrlr and hlflfl. am 4"" 1 lie had to lay up for three days. Choler nor nothing else can scare me the wa; I was scared that time An individual calling himself Lor Hubert !o Hoy Ainaley, of London, ap pcared at Long Branch and Saratogi during the past summer, dressed gorge onsly, drove fast horses, and eftertainei lus friends in princely style. At Lonj Branch ho became engaged to Mis Liilie Martin, heiress of a wealthy fa mi Iy residing on Statcn Island. For i few weeks after the close of the scosoi the Doblc Lord was the cynosure ot i>ei York and Murray Hill, and Fiftl avenue boned down in homage at hi aristocratiofect. His marriage with Mis Martio took place about a month age and wan a most gorgeous nuptial cclcbra tion. But mean while some curiou person had smelt a remarkably large sized rodent. The British peerago wa examined, and no record of the onxiou mother of Lady Ainsley nee Miss Martii sent a special messenger to London t get at tho truth. Ho has returned, am the terrible secret is out Lord Ainsilc; is only a successful fraud; he is really London gambler aod swindler, and fot merly valet to a wealthy French gentle man, whence came his polished mannen Nevertheless, Miss Martin persisted ii marking him, and thus bringing die grace upon her family. The rascal's tru namo is Radford, and he, with his un fortunate wife, is now in Philadelphia Hope.?Hope is the sweetest friem that ever kept distressed friends com puny; it beguiles the tcdiousness of th nay, and the miseries of our pilgrimage It tells the soul sweet stories of the sue ceedingjoys; what comfort thero is i heaven; what peace, what joy, what tri umph, what marriage soDgs and halle lujahs there are in that country, whithe she is traveling, that she goes meriil awny with her present burden. A Hard-Shell Sermon. h My beloved brethren; before I take E my text, I most tell yon about my parttag with my old congregation. On the B morning of last Sabbath I went in the * meeting-house to preach my farewell 11 discourse. Just in front of me sot the 0 old fathers and mothers in Israel; the tears coursed down their farrowed " cheeks; their tottering forms and quir10 ering lips breathed out a sad fare E ye welly Brother Watkint?ahl Behind * them sot the middle-aged men and mad troni; health and rigor beamed from * every countenance; and as they looked ' ? r .a-IJ ... in tkni* crM n - up X OVUIU OCV m HUVII Ui WMUy vw * | ' /are ye well, Brother Watkint?ah 1 Be6 hind them sot the boys and girls that I " had baptised and gathered into the d Sabbath-school. Many times they had > been rade and boisterous, bat now their * merry laagh was bashed, and in the sio lence I coald hear a?fare yt well, Bro? ther Walk in $?ahI Aroand, on the ' back seats, and in the aisles, stood and d sot the colored brethren, with their black faces and honest hearts, and as I looked upon them I could see a-?/are n ye well, Brother Watkin??aK! When I had finished my discourse and shaken it bands with the brethren?ah 11 passed h out to take a last look at the old church d ?ah"! The broken steps, the flopping t blinds, and moss covered roof suggested t only a ?fare ye well, Biother Watfons >f ?ah! I mounted my old gray mare, d with my earthly possessions in my sad d dlc-bags, and as I passed down the street tho servant girls stood in the doors, and with their brooms waved me a?fore 1 " t a? T JTt WZHf i/tlrtnw lluuttlll un< u w . passed oat of the village the low wind t blew softly through the waving branches of the trees, and: moanedji-^/ar^ ~Z jf? well, Brother W/atJciua?-ahi i came I, down to the ereck, and as tho old marc stopped to driok I could hear tho water e rippling over tho pebbles a?fare ye 0 well Brolher WqJ/cint'?ah I And even e the little fishes, as their bright fins gluf, tened in the son light, 1 thought, gait thered around to say, as best they could 1 a?fart ye weR, Brother Wutkint?ah! e I was slowly up the hill, meditating d upon, the sad vicissitudes and mutations % of life, when suddenly out bounded a d big bog from a fence corner, with aboo ! s aboo! and I came to the ground with d my saddle bags by my side. AA I lay a in the dust of the road my old gray ) maro run up the hill and as she turned the top the waved her tail hack at me, ^ terming!y to $ay a?fart ye well, Brother Watkint?ah ! I tell you my brethren, it is affecting times to part with a 1 congregation you have been with for ! - . -1_ f I tniriy yean?an * 3 ' A Movement Against Thanks8 giving Day in Massachusetts.?A ncmbcr of clergymen in Massachusetts B are signing a petition for presentation 0 to Governor Claflin, praying him not to f issne a proclamation for thanksgiving unless he can initiate measures which 8 will command a better observance of 8 the day as a season of fasting, humilia'' tion, and prayer. They say "that they are convinced, by long and close obsers vation, that tho annual appointment of a day of fasting, humiliation, and pray8 er, by tho Governor of the Common8 wealth?o.tcc, doubtless, a usage which n mot the convictions and desires of the ? people of the State at large?has gradually been perverted from its original ^ design and professed intent, until it 8 has ceased to command attention and respect; that the day set apart by proclamation has fallen into general neglect as a day of religious observance, and a come to bo a day of much license, disorder, and excess; that they believo it 0 to have become a source of demoralization rather than of religious or moral l 1 .1 . .1 - 5? a! impression, ana iuat me aisconiiuumii-e j of tho custom of appointing an annual h fast would bo for the public good." c A French lady, who has spent her life in charitable services, for which she , has no credit, said lately; 'I haven't much longer to live, and I shall spend my last day in prayer to God that ho will pardon me the good which 1 thought ' I had done during my life.' Row between Mackey and Bowen. XUSSUlg' fciitt DVkuy. It was once the lot of the writer to dwell in the white tenta of Camp Harrison, in Georgia, in the lower part of the State, where families aro always far between, and much more so in war times. Ftr long weeks we have not seen a woman or a child. At last the railroad throngh the Camp was repaired, and in the first traio there was a lady, with a wide-awake, blue eyed, crowing baby. Some hundred of rongh soldiers were around the cars, and Capt. Story, of the 57th Georgia Infantry, was the biggest and roughest among them, if we mayjodgo of the tree by its bark. v The lady, With the baby in hef arms, | was looking from a window, and be took offhis bat and said, 'Madam, I will give yon five dollars, if you will let me kiss that baby.' One look at bis bearded face told bcr tb?t there was nothing bad in '< it, and saying, with a pleased laugh, 'I do '' ?- -* - ?- (nr Lijoinrp mu Kfl. j UUb Uliillgu KUJItuiug ?v? bus.-^, ?j ? by/ it was handed over. The little one 1 was not afraid, and the trashy whiskers, ' and eighth of an ell long, wore jost the i play-house it had been looking for. More than one kiss did the Captain get from the little red lips, and there < was energy in the hag of the little round 1 arms. Then other voices said, 'Pass him over here, Cap?'and, before the train was ready to move, half a hundred men had kissed the baby. It was on its best behavior, and kicked ana tugged 1 at whiskers, as only a happy baby can. ] It was an event of the campaign; and ' one giant of a mountaineer, who strode 1 past us with tread like a mammoth, but with tear-dimmcd eyes and quivering lips, said, 'By Qeorgc, it makes me feel and act like a fool; bat I've got one Jasrlttrittrtrom**?^ -j il A Romance.?In the year 1857, Hcrr Yob Vecbter, being then nineteen years old, and of a noble family, entered tbe Austrian army as lieuten- 1 ant, and though regular graduations, in 1860 rose to the rank of major. In tbe month of September of that year be was insulted at a leveo by tbe colonel of his regiment Proud and high spirited, he resented the insult and a challenge was passed between tbe two offic rs. They met?pistols at ten paces? and tbe colonel fell. With great difficulty Ycchter eluded the authorties, and at last escaped to England. There be remained but a short time, and finding no suitable employment be embarked for tbe United States, and upon his arrival proceeded to Chicago. He arrived here the day the intelligence of the fall of Fort Sumter flashed through the country, and his means being nearly ox hausted, he enlisted in tbe JNintn uunois, then being organized. The man who had worn tho epaulets of an Austrian officer for more than three years carried a musket in the ranks of that battalion, and was severely wounded at the battle of Pittsburg Landing. When he was mustered out ho obtained employment of various kinds, and endured many vicissitudes incident to tbe lot of a laboring man. He feared to writo to relatives as the Austrian Government might learn his whereabouts and cause his apprehension under the extradition trea'y, and so ho suffered and toiled in silcnco, until finally he found himself in Galcsburg carrying a hod on the new hotel. The packet ho received yesterday contained a full pardon under the sign manual of tho Emperor. Tbe Colonel had only been severely wounded and freely aoknowledged that ho alone had been in fault, and that the duel had been 1 of his own seeking. By tho death of his uncle, Yon V. inherits a ncn es- < tate and the title of Baron. I A kind physician wishiog to smooth the last hours of a poor woman, asked ' her if there was anything he could do for her. Looking up she replied:? i "Doctor I have always thought that I i would liko to have a glass butter-dish i before I died. i An Irishman leaning against a lamp, post as a funeral procession was passiag < by, was asked who was dead. "I can't I exactly say," said he, "but I presume < it is the gintleman in the coffin." i JLU?j iuinxoiajl UK \u V4WCMI* .?. equal to man in rude strength of bone and muscles, not equal in steady grasp of the intellect; bat in fineness and an* complaining suffering, bow superior 1 She has not, she cannot write a poem like'Milton; but she caalive out as Lady Franklin did, an epic of nobler elevation than any painted picture of imagination. She cannot paint such as manly genius (BUT86?, totrtPsh'tf Caff, 411' unobserved by the great world, painb upon ber soul the immortal virtues of faitH and pie'y, nnd have purer Madonna than Raphael ever painted, impressed upon ,her heart.? Which1 is greater?" Tlie one who expresses what others have donej or the one who does it himself? (iT;'rjrr: r Women op the South.?Mr. Pdabody, id affew^ayt, will have presented to him a ' very interesting petition, drawn up by a daughter of Alabama, numerously- signed by woman of the South, and presenting' their condition since the*'waf, and in consequence of the disasters of tfie war. The spirit shown is worthy of air praise, and contrasts favorably with' much of the political feminine clamor in this section of thocoantry.-1' Tho petiiion in qoes. tion estimates that' the War took off no less than .85,009 strong men in Alabama alone,' each' of whom, before the war, was the sole snpport of at least one woman. What is 'true of Alabima is equally true of other States; arid the great loss of fife and means of support Dresented in this form can ut once be r comprehended. '- ' ! :: " : ' - ;jThe last New Yorkfmde, Miss A. A. Nowlan, wore !a white moire antique, trailing three.yards from tho waist, the skirt-perfectly ytlw, -wkh-rar orcr?k?rt ? : ? of the eamo looped and puffed en panier, with bows of the Bamp material. Tho waist was made a la Pampadour, and trimmed with three rows of extra wide point lace. She wore an elegant sot of solitaire diamond eardfoops. Her hair was dressed in pats with orange blossoms interspersed. A veil of white tnlle hang over the whole; depending to ttd floor.*:" >.' Jii'b- !: t i' ' "u7 ~ " ' \ It is said that there are but two citiizens of the United. States, w>ho have not expressed their opinions on the Byron-Stowe controversy, and these are two.men who left Cape {Cod on a fishing excursion some months since and have not yet returned. Their return is much to be deMrod, as Mrs. Stowe's tale was decidedly fishy?it is nopea these men will be able to impart some facts od the subject, and perhaps relieve Mrs. S. of the onus probandi, althougo the has promised a* full and satisfactory explanation for her . publication. Raw becf,,U i* asserted, proves of'the greatest benefit as a diet for persons of frail constitutions. It is asserted that physicians arc now administering to consumptives a diet of finely-chopped raw beef, properly seasoned with salt, and heated by placing the dish contain ing it in boiling water. This food is given also in cases where the stomach ? a .e c J rejects ajrnost every orncr iorm ui iwuu. It assimilates rapidly and affords tbe best nourishment, while patients learn to long for it and to like it as much as Dr. Kane did his Arctic dinners of raw seal and walrus. Ex-President Johnson.?A gentleman who arrived in Louisville, Ky., Monday from Tennessee says the people of that State are indignant at tbe defeat of Andrew Johnsor, and if the whole pec pie could be permitted to deside upon his claims he would be sent to Washington by a majority so overwhelming that it would astonish bis enemies.? Courier-Journal. An Iowa editor bolts the regular ticket. Ho declares that "he will not . support for Kepresentative a man who i? 1?mnrninrr nn/I is a wnisjij-uuwci ... ...v. ...a ...... i barrel of whisky at night." Make good use of time if thou lovest ' Dternity. Yesterday cannot be recalled, to-morrow cannot be secured. To-day ' ' only is thine, which, if once lost, is lost Forever.