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Volume III. .
WINCHESTER, TENN., ,TANUA"RY 20, 1850.,
'1 Number SZ.
W. J. SfjATTEIt, Killtor.
' ried(t'4 16 nu PhMj'k arbitrary tuny,
'. We fellow Truth whore'er the leads the tny.' '
';i THE SUBE llOAU TO A COMPETESOV.
Not one man in five hundred
will , make a fortune. Uut a compe
' tence and an independent position is
within the reach of most men. This
; is obtained most surely by patient in
' dustry and economy. . If a man has
. ordinary talents and ability in any
profession, or business, or trade, he
can, by pursuing an. economical, per
severing course, be pretty sure of final
ly obtaining an independent position
.in life. Let his expense fall below
Lis income. Let him live cheap, very
cheap, if necessary, but let him be
sure and make his income more than
cover his expense. It can be done in
almost all cases, notwithstanding
the positive denial of ever so many
housekeepers. A man may not have
more than two or three hundred dol
lars a year, and may have a family a.y
large as that of John Uodgers, and he
can find a way to live comfortably,
and lay up something besides. There
is much, nay all, in knowing how the
thing is done. ' And that is the very
thing people who are going to make
money have got to learn. It is won
derful how few real wants we have,
and how little it takes to give us gen
uine happiness. If we could get rid
of our artificial, senseless, and expen
sive way of living, we should find our
selves better oil' in purse, in prospect
and in heart. Let any one who has
any ambition to go ahead in life, try
the experiment this year, and see how
mucti virtue there is in economy.
Make your expense less than your in
come, and sec how much you will
have gained, not only in money but
in the feeling that you arc in the con-
. dition which the Yankee denominated
"forehanded." Try it this year.
Sad Hours. Welcome, sad hours!
Welcome ye hours of deep and sol
emn thought! Welcome to those hours
when the mind turns inward to the
recess of the heart, and leads us to
cummune ith our own being. Wel
come, thrice welcome, ye moments of
sacred sorrow. Without the storm
clouds which hover over the heart
with dark threntcnings of devastation
and woe,, or the cold, frigid blasts
which come in contact with the worm
impulses of our nature, we should
travel on through life ignorant of the
most solemn realities of our earthly
existence, and unmoved by the most
powerful sensibilities of the soul with
in. It is not all to look at the bright
panoramic scenes of outward life, all
painted in bright colors, and illumined
by the gilded emblems of Hope and
Love. It is beautiful indeed. So is
the bright flower of early spring, woo
,ed by the gentle breeze, and invigora
ted by the genial influence ofthe warm
sun. But that flower is not all of the
vegetable world. It is but a single
deelopemcnt of unnumbered speci
mens that God has created. Thus it
is with the human heart. Now it is
;nsa picture, tinted with bright colors
now it is all blinded with clouds and
darkness. Happy hours arc gladsome
visitors, and we should ever bid them
welcome. But we welcome them not
alone. Come, ye sad hours, to min
gle with them, say we? Ye may tell
us of sorrow against which our hearts
have struggled, but in vain. Ye may
fo up before us the angry and surg
ing billows of earth's combats and
earth's trials. Ye may speak to us of
the grave of loved ones gone before
.Vs-of blighted hopes of severed ties.
Ye may remind us of our frailty, and
of our mortality. Ye may picture to
us all that is dark and dreary in life,
.and hold us as in chains by thy magic
spell. And for all this, we bid ye
welcome! Come to us, sad hours, and
,teach us no more of life! We will bow
.down in thy presence and learn of thee
Foiti ne. -Men complain of fortune
when they ought to complain of them
selves. The germ of happiness is
planted in every human mind. If it
is cultivated as God designed it should
he, it may be made to animntc our
whole being, despite the sorrows of
life, and may at least secure to us a
calm contentment with our earthly
Next week we hope to be able to
get the Journal out at the regular
time, and also to make some improve
ments that we have not time to make
Notice. We still continue to re
ceive advertisements from abroad, of
fering us sufficient pay to put them ir.
the Journal, but desiring us to wait
for the pay. Now, we will not do
foreign advertising unless the pay is
WHAT A, PRETTY LITTLE
' ' . , HAND. ;
I am not a bashful man, generally
speaking; I am fully as confident and
forward as most of my sex. I dress
well, dance well, sing tolerable, I don't
tread on ladies dresses when I make
my bow, and 1 have no trick of color
ing to the roots of my hair when I am
spoken to. Yet, their was one period
of my lifo, when all my merits seem
ed to my own eyes magnificent, and I
felt very modest, not to say bashful.
It was when I Was in love. Then, I
sometimes did not know where to put.
my hands and feet. Did 1 mention
that in tho said hands and feet con
sists my greatest beaulyf They are
both small. Three years ago I (ell in
love. I did not walk into it quietly,
weighing my idol's perfects. I fell in,
head and ears, two seconds after the
"Mr. Ilaynes, Miss Arnold," snys a
mutual friend, and lo! 1 was desper
ately in love. She was a little fair
figure, with long brown curls floating
over a snowy neck and shoulders, and
falling down on her waist of an en
chanting sky-blue dress. Her large,
dark blue eyes were full of saucy
light, yet, oh! how tender und loving
they could look. (This I found out
Of all the provoking, tantalizing lit
tle coquettes that ever teased the
heart out of a poor man, Susy Ar
nold was tho most bewitching. I
would pass an evening with her,
and go home, certain, that one more
interview would make me the hnppi
est of men; hut the next time 1 met
her, a cool nod, and indiiferent glance
threw down all my castles. She was
very cautious. Not a word did she
drop to make me believe that she lov
ed; and yet her hand would linger in
mine, her color rise if I looked my feel
ing, and her eyes droop, to be raised
again in an instant, full of laughing
defiance. She declared her intention
to be an old maid emphatically, and
in the next sentence declared "1 never
did love, but if 1 should take a fancy
to anybody, I should love him like
like a house a fire. Though,' she
would say carelessly, 'I never saw
anybody yet worth setting my thoughts
I tried a thousand ways to make
her betray some interest in myself.
Propose outright I could not. She had
a way when ever I tried if, of looking
in my face with an air of grave at
tention, of profound interest, that was
equivalent in its effect to knocking
me down, it took all the breath out of
One evening, while there, I was
seized with a violent headache. 1
told her I was subject to such attacks,
and the gipsy putting on a grave face,
gave me a lecture on the subject of
health, winding up with,
"The best thing you can do is to get
a wife to take care of you, and to
keep you from over study. I advise
you to do it, if you can get anybody
to have you."
'Indeed,' I said, rather piqued, 'there
arc only too many. I refrain from a
selection for fear of breaking others
hearts. How fond all the ladies are
of me!' I added conceitedly: 'though
1 can't sec that I am particularly fas
cinating. 'Neither can 1,' said Susy, with an
air of perfect simplicity.
'Can't you?' said I, 'I hoped hoped
,' Oh! that dreadful attentive
face of hers. 'That is, Miss Susy, I
thought, perhaps oh! my head! my
head! and I buried my head in the cush
ion. 'Docs it acho very badly?' she ask
ed tender ly, and she put her cool lit
tle hand in among my curls. 1 felt
the thrill her fingers gave me, all the
way to the toes of my boots. My
head being really very painful, I was
obliged to leave; but, all the way home
tho soft, cool touch, of those little lin
gers lingered upon my brow.
Soon after this it became necessary
for mo to leave the city on business.
An oiler of a lucrative partnership in
the South in the office of a lawyer
friend of mine, mado me decide to ex
tend my trip, and see how the 'land
laid. One thing was certain, I could
not leave homo for months, perhaps
years, without some answer from Su
sy. Dressed in my most faultless cos
tume, and full of hope, I went to Mr.
Arnold's. Susy was in the parlor, at
the piano, alone. She nodded gayly,
as I came in, hut continued her song.
It was, 'I've something sweet to tell
"At those words, I love you! I adore
you!' she gave me such a glance. I
was ready to prostrate myself, but,
sweeping back the curls with laughing
defiance, she warbled, 'But I'm talking
in my sleep."
Then,' 1 cried, 'von love me when
yon sleep? May I think so?'
Ob! yes, if you choose; for 'Rory
O'More says that dreams go by con
traries, you know.' ' -'
I sat down besido her. ' 'Ah!' I said,
sighing, 'Rory's idol dreamed slid ha
'Yes,' said Susy, "that was the dif
ference between his case and yours."
Wo chatted away for a time. At
last I began.
"Miss Susy, I came up this evening
to tell you that II .'
How she was listening! A bright
thought struck mo ; I would tell her
of my journey, and in tho emotion she
was certain to betray, it would be easy
to declare my love.
Miss Susy,' I said 'I am going South
She swept her hands across the
keys ofthe piano into a stormy polka.
I tried to see her (ace, but her curs fell
over it. I was prepared to catch her,
if she fainted, or comfort her, if she
wept. I listened for the sobs I fancied
the music was intended to conceal;
but throwing bnck the curls with a
sudden toss, she struck the last chord
of the polka, and said gaily,
'Yes, for some months.'
'Dear me, how distressing! Just
stop at Levy's as you go home, and
order me some extra pocket handker
chiefs for this melancholy occasion,
'You do not seem to require them,' I
said, rather piqued. 'I shall stay some
. 'Well, write to pa, won't you! And
if you get married, or die, or anything,
let us know.'
'1 have an-ofierto be a partner in a
lawollice in Kentucky,' I said, determ
ined to try her, and if I accept it, as 1
have some thoughts of doing, Ishal
Her face did not change. The old
saucy look was there, as I spoke; but 1
noticed that one little hand closed con
vulsively over her watch chain, and
that tin; oilier fell upon the keys, ma
king for tho first lime, a discord.
'Going away forever?' she said, with
a sad tone' that made my heart throb.
'Miss Susy, 1 hope you, at least,
would miss me, and sorrow in my ab
sence.'. She opened hrr eyes with an expres
sion of amazement.
'Yes it might change all my plans,
if my absence would grieve you.'
'Change all your plans?
'Yes, I hope though '
Oh! that earnest, grave luce. My
cheeks burned, my hands and feet
seemed to swell, and I felt cold chills
all over me! I could not go on. 1
broke down lor the third time.
There was an awkward silence. 1
glanced at Susy, lfer eyes were rest
ing on my hand, which lay on the arm
ot the sola, the contrast between the
black horse hair and the flesh seemed
to strike her.
'What a pretty little hand?' she said.
A brilliant idea passed through my
'You may have it, if you will!' I said,
She took it between he own, and
she with the fingers said,
'Yes.if if you will give me this one,
and I raised her beautiful hand to my
She looked into my face. What she
rend there 1 cannot say, but if ever
eyes tried to talk, mine did then. Her
color rose, the white lids fell over the
glorious eyes; and the tiny hand strug
gled to free itself. Was 1 fool enough
to release it?
What I said, I know not, but I dare
say my wife can tell you. Five min
utes httcr, rny arm encircled the brown
dress, the brown curls fell upon my
breast, and my lips were in contact
with another pair.
Susy and I were married.
A Sedi crr Shot. A young man was
shot at Huntsville, III., a few days
ago, by a young lady whom ho had
dishonored under promises to marry
her. She called upon him, armed
with a pistol, and demanded that he
should either marry her or pay her
eight hundred dollars. He refused,
and she drew the pistol and shot him,
the ball entering the left side and
glancing so that but little injury was
done. She was about to fire the sec
ond time, when she was seized by a
bystander, and prevented from further
attempts. On trial she was cleared.
To be "born with a silver spoon in
the mouth" is a positive misfortune.
In a great commercial country we
find princes to-day beggars to-morrow!
This is no fable, 'tis an every'
day occurrence. Remove that "silver
spoon," 0 man! and replace it with a
useful trade. This will he giving thy
ion a real fortune the substance
instead of the shadow.
Labor is honorable. I Itt "Silver-
spoon" says it is no such thing nor
will ho be convinced of the fact, until
a deep'btroke of poverty and misfor
tune overtakes him, and with crowbar
lever forces open his eyelids. Give
thy son a trade ny, and daughter,
Tub Coolies in Ci.ua. A Virginia
gentleman of intelligence, who re
cently visited Cubn, gives a sad pic
ture of the toils and sufferings to which
the coolio slaves are subjected. They
have nothing like the capacity of tho
negro for labor and endurance, and
yet the same tasks tire imposed upon
them. When not engaged on the field
they herd indiscriminately, men, wo
men, and children, in huts, willi no
semblance to the family tie or obliga
tions, Suicide is common among
them, sometimes ten or a dozen hang
ing themselves at a lime, No provis
ion is made for their return to their
native land, from which they have
been beguiled, and their masters hav
ing no interest in them except to. get
the greatest amount of work possible
out of them during their period of ap
prenticeship, heap upon them an
amount of labor that soon breaks
them down, and often hurries them to
I-'iwii (ho Naslivlilc (IszcUc.
BY MIIS. H Ml I. IK C. S. CIlll.TOX.
When winter winds lire wailing,
And the Monti is howling loud,
And tho lain is coldly falling
From tho darkly low'iing cloud,
How pleasant 'lis Id ncslle
WJiuro tho Storm-King ennnot come,
In tho warm tinil quiet comer
Within your own swael homo.
When nil without is dreary,
And the treca tiro bending low,
When the tempest moans "sau weaiy'1
And when falls the chilling snow;
How sweet it is to listen
To the pleasant words that come
From the warm hearts in the curnur
liy the firo sido at home!
Ah! when this world grows dreary,
A nd lil'u moans beneath its woe-
Wnen the wanderer's feet are weary
And tho spirit yearns to go
'flier's a hope that gleams lliro' darkness
That sweet rest will he given
In some quiet little corner
In tho homo we havo in heaven!
Nashville, January 15lh, 1850.
THE Ji AC 11 HUM'S SOLILOQUY.
Returning homo atcloso of day,
Who gently chides my long delay,
And by my side delights to stay?
Who sets for tno the easy chair,
Sets out the room with neatest care,
And lays my slippers ready there?
Who regulates the cheerful fire,
And piles the blazing fuel higher,
A ml bids mo draw my chair still uiglicr?
When sickness racks my feeble frame,
And grief distracts my fevered bruin?
Who sympalhiezs with my pain?
T HE MARHI E DMA N'S LA M EXT.
Returning homo at dead of night,
Who urges on a family fight,
Decauso I happen a"littlo tight"
Who calls mo darling, dearest pot,
And robs nio of tho cash I get,
And runs tno headlong into debt?
Who gives no tiino to darning hose,
Rut gi ves to missions my Sunday clothes
And threatens oft' to wring my nose?
V ho looks on me with fear and dread,
And often in Iter heart huth said
"I wish my husband ho were dead?"
Doc Cholera. We learn from the
Review that in various places in Will
iamsou county the dogs' that fed on
carcasses of hogs that died of the pre
vailing distemper, are "following the
footsteps of their predecessors," and
are dying in troops. So that some
good will come even of tho hog cholera
Bonner, ofthe Isdgcr is beginning
to feel so good that he is letting the
public into the secret of his great pe
cuniary success. In tho last number
of his paper he states that his daily
receipts from his country subscription
Ii.st alone, has been as high as $3700
per day. This is exclusive of thegreat
majority of copies sold by tho whole
sale dealers to their retail agents.
We occasionally see. some wealthy,
well-dressed young man looking coldly
and sneeringly down upon a poor but
honest and industrious worker; and at
times find oursolf wondering if that he
were suddonly reduced from his pres
ent lucky position, whathis energy and
acquirements would fetch in the labor
market? The answer is "plainjust
about as much as Faddy shot at."
JAMES G. I'ERCIVAL.
This unfortunate child of song, who
died a few months since, has written
somo beautiful gems. Ho was never
married, and the following lines, ded
icated to a coquette will account for
the cause. Is it strange that the sen
sitive poet could uso so much bitter
ness in speaking of one who wrought
such havoo and desolation in his life?
Percival was a genius wrapped in
gloominess and misanthropy, lie had
within him a mind of literary and sci
She has no heart, but she is fair,
The rose, tho lilly can't otitvio her;
She smiles so sweetly that tho air
Seemes full of life and beauty nigh her.
She has no heart, but yet her face
So in any hues of youtn revealing,
With so much liveliness and grace,
That on my soul 'tis ever stealing.
She has no heart, she cannot lovo,
Rut she can kindle lovo in mine
Strange, that tho softness of a dovo
Round such a thing of nir enn twine,
She has no honrt her cyo tho' bright
Has not the brightness of tho soul,
'Tis not the pure and tender light,
That lovo from scrnph beauty stole.
'Tis hut a wild and witching flame,
That lends us on nwhilo thro' powers,
Then leaves us, lost in guilt and shame,
To mourn our vain departed hours.
Go then from me thou canst not chain
A soul, whose flight is winged ohovo,
Turn not on me thine oyes again,
Thou hast no heart, thou canstnol love.
Tin: l)i vor.cn Statu. The Missis
sippi Legislature litis passed a law
granting divorces to all parties who
have lived seperate three years. A
"title of emigration may be expected
to set towards Mississippi.
Where the Greatest Amount of Cot
ton ts Used. in tno Loudon 1 lines
there is a long and very able and can
did arlielo on the subject, of cotton.
The proportions ofthe article used by
dili'ei'cnl nations tire thus stated:
Great Lirilain, 51:28
Northern Fairope, CitHl
Other foreign ports, ,r,-.'.)l
Consumption of the Failed Slates,
Thus it appears that England uses
more of the raw material than the
rest of the world.
From the number of marriages that
take place in the winter season it is to
be presumed that, Mercury has us
much lo do with the matter as (Jupid
himself. To those who are still shiv
ering in single blessedness, Dean
Swift's receip for courtship may be
Two or three dears and two or three
Two or three balls and two or three
Two or three serenades given as a lure,
Two or three oaths how much they
Two or three times led out from the
Two or three soft speeches made by
the way ;
Two or three tickets two or three
Two or three love letters writ all in
Two or three months keeping strict to
Can never fail making a couple of
An Awfci. Meitiinit. A New Mexi
can correspondent of tho New York
Day llmih, gives an account of a re
cent murder in New Mexico of a sin
gular character. At a little interior
town, a Roman Catholic priest mur
dered another, his rival, by putting
poison in the sacramental cup, the
victim falling down in a dying state at
the foot ofthe altar, and breathing his
last in the midst of his affrighted con
There is a style of business in New
York City known as matrimonial alli
ance. One man, who traffics in other
people's affections, claims to have
made money by it. His matrimonial
bureau was 'established in 1 MO, for
introducing ladies nnd gentlemen at
present unknown to each other, who
arc desirous of entering into matrimo
ny. Upwards of nino hundred (com
prising all classes of society) have
been nlready advantageously married
and made happy through this medium'.
which those who wish to believe can
do, if they like.
Faith believes God's word Pa
tience waits God's time Hope ex
pects all God has promised Love
urges to obey all God's commands
Humility bows low before God's throne
Submission shuts the mouth in try
ing times, and Resignation cheerful'
surrenders all to God's disposal, wftcn
all these graces are found togctner,
the charct?r is complete.
FRED DOUGLASS' DAUGHTER FOR
Among the servants offered for salo
by a Mr. Forrest, of Memphis, Tenn.,
is a girl who is known to be tne
daughter of tho notorious Fred Doug
lass, tho "free-nigger" Abolitionist.
She is said to bo of the class known
among the dealers ns a "likely girl,"
and is a nativo of North Carolina.
She remembers her "parient" very
vividly, having seen him during his
last visit to the Old North State. The
Memphis Avalanche suggests that ns
Fred is nmple able lo mako the outlay
he should either purchase his own
flesh and blood from servitude, or cease
bis shrieks over an institution which
possesses such untold horrors.
Tun-;. The New York Observer
says: "If the editor knows that he
is not only to work for nolhing and
find himself, but that he is also to find
the paper, fill it. and send it for noth
ing to the subscriber, lie may be ex
cused for diseouraginent. Yet there
are many who have so little redaction,
so little conscience, and so much mean
ness, that they will take a newspaper
for a u hole year, and sometimes more,
and not pay a cent for it."
Fred your garden refuse to milch
cows, such as cabbnge leaves, turnips,
and beet tops, and pumpkins that are
loo small for keeping, with a great
deal such other things that otherwise
would go to waste. These will help
I to increase tun ouanti v o mil Ic. am
assist in keeping the animals in a
good con I It i on.
The Drinihtnd's Will. I leave to
society a ruined character, a wretched
example, and a memory that will soon
1 leave to my parents the rest of
their lives, as much sorrow as human
ity, in a feeble and decrepid state,
I leave to my brothers nnd sisters
as much mortification ami injury us 1
well coin I l)i iiil' on I twin.
I leave to my wife a broken heart,
n life of wretchedness nnd shame, to
weep over my pretnatupj death.
1 give an I beqm'lhe, to each of my
children, poverty, ignorance, a low
character, and a remembrance that
their father was a drunkard.
WHO'LL I1UY A HEART?
I'uor heart of mine! tormenting heart!
Long hast thou teased mo thou and 1
May just as well agree to part ;
Who'll buy a hotut? who'll buy? who'll
They nfl'c red three lestoons hut no!
A faithful heait is cheap nt more;
'Tis uotol those that wandering go,
Like mendicants from door to door.
Hero's prompt possession I might toll
A thousand merits; como and try;
I have a heart a heart to sell;'
Who'll buy a heart? who'll buy? who'll
How oft beneath its folds lay hid
The gnawing viper's tooth of woo .
Will no ono buy? will no ono buy?
'Tis going now. Yes! it must go?
So littlu oil'ered it wero well
To keep it yet but no! not I,
I havo a heart a heart to sell ;
Who'll buya heart? who'll buy? who'll
I would 'twero gone? for I confess
I'm tired and longing lobe freed;
Come, bid, fair maiden! moro or loss
So good and very cheap indeed.
Once more but ouco, I cannot dwell
So long 'tis going going lie!
No olfer I've a huarl to sell,
Who'll buy n heart? who'll buy? who'll
Wr.u. .Saiii. Hon. Jerro Cleminons,
who has lately assumed the editorial
control of the Memphis Eagle ami
Emiiirer, has probably been noticed
unkindly, in that connection, by the
"New York Herald, at least, we are led
to infer that such is tho case, by tho
following paragraph, copied from tho
Eagle and Enquirer.
Tho New York Herald gives us a
characteristic notice. We do not con
sider tho Herald of as muchimpor
ance ns Mr. Buchanan did when ho
wanted some friend lo "cut olf lien
nett's cars," and confess to a great dea
ot indulercncu as to its praise or cen
sure. We cannot nllom to bun the
Lditor to speak ot us kindly and re
spectfully. wo cannot wasto time in
suctng Iain lor a libel, and wc cannot
quarrel with a man who has been
cowhided as often as he 1ms fingers
and toes. The Herald is therefore t
full liberty to say what it pleases
about us, and may rest assnrru
we shall niake nocoinplari.aJ 'avor
it with no notice.
Out of twenty young men
n,lrille at evening party,
resented to be making love to their
partners, ten are remarking that the
room is very warm. Ave are observing
that tho polka is the grandest inven
lion of the age, and five are asking
how the next figure commences.
. Content can be had by virtuous life.
What true mother's or father' heart
does not beat responsive to the follow
ing lines addressed "to my boy when
leaving home,", which wo find in the
Chattanooga Advertiser? ' ;"
TO MY BOY WHEN LEAVING
0! never let mo see you boy, .
Tdralher soe you dead,' '
'Than' sea iho drunkard's frowsy curls,
Dangling around your head; " 1
0! novor stain that manly brow, 1
Or bloat that faco of thine; '
0! never lot your mother know, '
That you've been drinking wine. " '
She could not bear to think her boy,'
Would either day or night, '' 1
0! sho could not bear to think,
That you were ever tight; i ;
Your Ma haa often kissed your lips.
And strained you to her breast, .
And prayed the Lord that her dear boy,
Might all his life be blest. ' . . -Thon
nover let yout mother, boy,
Weep round your drunken bed,
Or have the bitter, bittor thought,.
To wish that iho was dead;
0! never, nover, do yougo, ,
With Ma's kiss on your cheek, .'
To revel in the drunkard's haunts,
And cuuso her 6oro to Avcep.
Then while you live on earth my, boy.
Eschew tho howl forever,
And set your fuco 'gainst gambling firor,
And from all evil sever;
Ro fnm to keep your promise, boy, ,
Keep steadfast in tho right,
Always be puro in word, and thought.
Don't gamble, don't get tight.
BEAD ! READ !
THE HOME JOURNAL
Liiboval "Propositions !
two thousand subscribers and we be
lieve we can have that number soon,
if our friends will help us a little.
Hut in order to hurry on the good
work, we make tho following propo
sitions to the ladies, and gentlemen
too, if th-ey choose to compete.
1st. To the person who will get us
twenty-live subscribers we will give
"l)r Kane's Arctic Explorations," in
two volumes, bound in rich style and
illustrated with U00 engravings, worth
10 also, a huly's breast pin, which
is beautiful and which we will uir
rant to be line gold, worth $3 also,
lithograph portraits of the Bishops of
the M. K. Church South, worth $1
also an extra copy of the Journal,
worth S'J also, a copy of Willis' Po
ems, worth 2 also, "Married or
Single," a romance in two volumes,,
worth 62 in all ,
Now, who will take us up on tliia
liberal proposition? Makes no differ
ence who "goes in," for we will do aa
well by all who will procuro us that
number of subscribers. Of course tho
subscribers must pay in advance
Ladies, go to work all of you.
We have got a library of over 200
books, most of which are tho very
best of standard works, and all of
which wo will dispose of ns above
stated. Nor ore these books soiled
most of them being new.
2d. To the person who will get us
lifteen advance-paying subscribers,
wc will give a copy of Moore's Po
etical Works complete worth 81.
Also, Dr. Livingstone's Explorations
in Africa worth $2 50. Also a
splendid engraving entitled "Tho Vil-'
l;ige Blacksmith," worth 85. Also an
extra copy of tho Journal one year,
worth ?2 ,n all making
Thirteen Dollars and Fifty Cent
tor ... -..'!
Fifteen Sulscribers.'' ' ";;
3d. Wc will give for twelve sub
scribers, a history of the Mutiny in
India, worth S3, AUo, any three dol-
lar Magazine for one year. Also, a"
copy of the Crcot South, ft largo'
book worth 83 75, making ,' ' "
Xt'ne Dollars and seventy-jive cents :
'OR ; ., ... .,
' Twelve Subscribers.
Let us hear from you soon. ...
These propositions are only inten-
ded to aid our subscribers in doubling -our
list for next year, and are so lir
eralthat many will certainly avail
themselves of the chance to- make"
something. Should other works than '
those wo have mentioned be prefer
red we will try and supply thera. i
Heavy I'osk. The Franklin Rf
view says Col. W. II. S. Hill of Witf.
iamsom county lately tlaaghtet
lot of bog 20 in number aaW ,'V'
old, the aggregate
was 7331 IwunoV-a???.,4 '
lbs; the four W" -bm WO lbt,
I are rngmg wv
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