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REPOSITORY
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or Renovating of Carriages, Buggies, Wagons,
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Mr. 8. will also do all maimer of Black
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Solicits a share of the public patronage.
8 pari a, April 23— 8m
New Cabinet Shop.
JOHN FRIESE,
MiOPFACTUHEU AND DEALER IN
ALL KINDS OF FURNITURE,
I) ES1’F.CTFULLY informs the citisyns of
.-parta ami vicinity that lie has re¬
cently opene l in this place an establishment
for the
MoniifUctiire and Repairing:
OF FURNITURE OF EVERY DESCRIPTION*
ami will keep on hand a full assortment of
HedNteadN, Table*, Chttlra, St, c.
or make to order any article in the cabinet
line at the lowest prices and at short notice.
Call and seb him.
*®r Wilt alto Supply (‘•Ulna at
•hart notice.
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SPARTA, HANCOCK COUNTY, GA., AUGUST 27, 1869.
Poetry.
For the Hancock Journal.
Aladin’s Lamp.
“ Mother dear, tell me a tale if yon please,”
Said frolicsome Joe—the merry tease,
And he drew mo out where the moonlight made
A silvery sheen on the ColOnado.
And what shall 1 tell you rolicking sprite,
What tale will hold you spell bound to-night ?
Oh ! Aladin’s Latnp. Do mother begin,’ ”
,
And the dimples deepened in cheek and chin.
“ Aladin’s Lamp ?” Ah, a wonderful thing,
And wonderful too was “ Aladin’s ring.”
And the genie who came at their magical call,
Wonderful, yes, most wonderful all.
And tho garden all studded with jeweled trees
That glittered and flowed in the fitful breeze,
But its fruit could not the hunger assuage,
When shut in from the world, by the magic
luan’^age.
And the gold and the silver so lavishly spent.
As the genic mysteriously came and went;
And tho robes of purple all decked with pearls,
And diamonds and rubies fit only for Earls.
And the palace with walls so gloriously bright,
Mysteriously reared in the course of a night.
But the gem of all gems which magic placed
there,
Was the Princess iu loveliness passingly fair.
All this is a tale of magical spell,
And it tills with delight on its wonders to
dwell;
And you wish iu your heart you had such a
Aladin’s thing
As Lamp, or even his Ring.
But Josoe I know of a Lamp whose power
Can bring you by far a richer dower
Than any Aludin e’er dreampt of or knew—
Dost open your blue eyes ? believe mo ’tie true.
’Tis not like Aladin’s, hid away in a cave,
To bo searched far by mortals to the brink of
the grave;
But it sparkles with brilliance surpassing the
line,
For ’twas lighted iu Heaven at God’s Great
White Throne.
And the riches ’twil! bring you -ah ! “wealth
untold,
More precious than rubies—yoa, than much
fine gold.”
’Twill give your heart peace—the sweet peace
of God,
Which is only by a blood-bought.child under,
stood.
And wh«n to the shades of death’s valley you
come,
’Twill shine on your path through that terrible
gloom,
And its light will show you a friend ever near
To keep you from falling, and save you from
fear.
Oh Josee! hold closely this lamp to your
heart,
And ne’er lot its beams from your pathway
depart,
For the doom of those who hold lightly its
darkness power,
Is eternal where lost spirits cower.
And now can you guess what my riddle doth
mean ?
’Tis the namo of my mystic Lamp still unseen.
Then know that this Lamp which can give you
this joy,
Is God’s Holy Ward—’tis the Bible my boy.”
EUNICE.
Miscellany,
In tbe jrountnlns.
A THRILLING ADVENTURE.
In the fall of 1856 I was traveling
eastward in a stage coach from Pittsburg
over tho mountains. My fellow travelers
were two gentlemen aud a lady. The old¬
est gentleuiau’s appearance interested inc
exceedingly. In years he seemed about
fifty; in air and manner he was calm,
dignified aud polished and the contour of
his i’eutures was singularly intellectual.—
IIo conversed freely on different topics,
until the road becaino more abrupt and
precipitous, but, on my directing his at¬
tention to the great altitude of a precipice,
on the verge of which our coach wheels
were leisurely rolling, there came a mark¬
ed change ou his countenance; his eyes,
lately filled with the light of intelligence
became wild, restless and anxious—the
mouth twitched spasmodically, and the
forehead was beaded with a cold perspira¬
tion. With a sharp, convulsive shudder
lie turned by* gaze from the giddy height,
and clutching iny arms tightly with both
hands he clung to me like a drowning
tuan.
“Use this cologne,” said the lady,
huuding me & bottle, with the instinctive
goodness of her sex.
I sprinkled a little on his face, and he
becaino more composed, but it was not un¬
til wo had entirely traversed the moun¬
tain, and descended into the country be
neath, that his fine features relaxed from
their purbed look, and assumed the plac:d
quiet dignity that I had at first noticed.
“I owe an apology to the lady,” said
he, with a bland smile and a gentle inch
nation of the head to our fair companion,
“and some explanation, and to my fellow
traveler also; and perhaps I cannot bet
ter acquit myself of the double debt than
recounting the cause of my recent agita
“It may pain your feelings;” delicately
urged the lady.
“On the contrary, it will relieve them,”
was the respectful reply.
• Having signified our several desires to
hear more, the traveler thus proceeded:
“At the age of eighteen I was light of
foot, and I fear (he smiled) light of bead.
A fine property on the banks of the Ohio
acknowledged me sole owner. I was has¬
tening home to enjoy it, and the mode of
conveyance, a stage like this, only more
cumbrous. The other passengers were
few—ouly three in all—one old gray
headed planter ofLouisiana, his daughter,
a joyous bewitching creature, about sev
enteen, aud his son about ten years of age.”
“They were just returning from France,
of which country the young lady discours¬
ed in terms so efoqucnt as to absorb my
entire attention.”
“The father was taciturn, but the daugh¬
ter was vivacious by nature, and we soon
became so mutually pleased with each oth¬
er, that it was not until a sudden flash of
lightning and a heavy dash of rain against
the windows elicited an exclamation from
my charming companion, that I knew how
the night passed. Presently there came
a low, rumbling sound, and then several
tremendous peals of thunder, accompanied
by successive flashes of lightning. The
rain descended in torrents, and an angry
wind began to howl and moan through
the forest trees.”
“I looked from the window of our ve¬
hicle. The night was as dark as ebony,
but the lightning showed the danger of
our road. Wo were on the edge of a
frightful precipice. I could see at inter¬
vals hug9 jutting rocks, faraway down its
side, and the sight made me solicitous for
my fair companion. I thought of the
mere hair breadths that were .between us
and eternity; a single rock in the track of
our coach wheels, a tiny billet of wood, a
s ray root of a tempest thorn three, restive
horses, or a careless driver—any of these
might hurl us from our sublunary exist¬
ence with the speed of thought.”
“ ‘ 'Tis a perfect tempest,’ observed tbe
lady, as I withdrew my head from tbe
window. ‘How I love a sudden storm!
There is something grand about the hills.
I never encountered a night like this, but
Byron’s magnificent description of a thun¬
der storm in Jura recurs to mind. But
.
are we on the mountain yet ?’ ”
.
“Yes; we have begun the ascent*.”
“ ‘Is it not said to be dangerous ?’ ”
“By no means.” I replied in as easy a
tone as I could assume.
“I only wish it was daylight, so that we
might enjoy the mountain scenery. But
what’s that?” aud she covered her eyes
from a sheet of lightning that illustrated
the rugged mountain with brilliant inten¬
“Peal after peal of thunder instantly
succeeded; there was a very volume of
rain coming down at each thunder burst
aud with the deeper moaning of an animal
in dreadful agony breaking upon oumcars,
I found that the coach had come to a
dead halt.”
“Louise, my beautiful fellow-traveler,
became pale as ashes. She fixed her eyes
on mine with a look of anxious dread, and,
turning to her father, she -.hurriedly re¬
marked
“‘We are on the mountain. » ft
“ ‘I reckon we are/ was the unconcern¬
ed reply.”
“With instinctive activity, I put my
head throngh the window and called to
tbe driver, but the only answer was the
moaning of an animal bore past me by the
swift winds of the tempest. I seized the
handle of the door and strained in vain—
it would not ycld. At that instant I felt
a cold hand in mine, and Louise faintly
articulated in my ear the following ap
palling words
“‘The coach is moving backwards/”
“Never shall I forget the tierce agony
with which I tugged at the coach door,
and called on the driver in tones that riv¬
alled the fierce blast of the tempest, whilst
the convention was burning in my brain
that the coach was being moved slowly
backward!”
“What followed was of such swift oc¬
currence that it seems to me like a fright¬
ful dream.”
“I rushed against the door with all my
force, but it withstood my utmost efforts,
One side of our vehicle was sensibly going
down, down, down. The moauing of the
agonized animal became deeper and deep
C r, and I knew from his desperate plunges
that it was one of our horses. Crash up
on crash of thunder rolled over the moun
tain, and vivid flashes of lightning played
over our heads. By its light I could see
for a moment tho old planter standing
erect, with his hands on his son and dangh
ter, his eyes raised to heaven, and his lips
moving as if in prayer. I could see Lou
i»e turn her ashy cheek, towards me as
imploring assistance; and I could see tbe
bold glance of the boy flashing indignant
defiance at the war of elements, and the
awful danger that awaited him. There
was a roJ, » ^desperate plunge, a harsh,
grating jar, a sharp, piercing scream of
mortal terror, add I had but time to clasp
Louise firmly with one hand around her
waist and seize the fastenings attached to
the coach roof with the other, when we
were precipitated over the precipice.”
“I can distinctly recollect preserving
consciousness for a few seconds of time,
how rapidly my breath was going exhaus¬
ted, but of that tremendous descent I soon
lost all further knowledge by concussion
so violent that I was instantly deprived of
all sense and motion.”
The traveler paused, His features
worked for a minute or two as they did
when we were on the mountain, he passed
his hands across his forehead as if in pain,
and then resumed his thrilling narrative.
“On a low couch in an humble room of
a small country house, I Dext opened my
eyes in this world of light and shade, joy
and sorrow, mirth and madness. Gentle
hands smoothed my pillow, gentle feet
glided across my chamber, and a gentle
voice for a time hushed all my questions.
I was kindly tended by a fair young girl
of about sixteen, who refused for a whilo
to hold any discourse with me. At length,
one morning finding myself sufficiently re¬
covered to sit up, I insisted on knowing
the result of the accident.’’
“‘You were discovered/ said she, ‘sit¬
ting on a ledge of rocks, amidst the bran¬
ches of a shattered tree clinging to tho
roof of your broken coach with oue hand
and the insensible form of a lady with the
other.’”
“ ‘She was saved, sir, by the means that
saved you—a.friendly tree. »»
“And her father and brother! I impa¬
tiently demanded.”
“ ‘We found both crushed to death at
the bottom of the precipice, and we buried
them both in ono grave by the olover
patch nndown in our meadow. t t)
“ Poor Louise! poor orphan ! God pity
you I muttered in broken tones, utterly
conoious that I had a listener.”
“ ‘God pity her, indeed, sir/ said she,
with a gush of heartfelt sympathy.—
‘Would you like to see her!’ she added.”
“I found her bathed in tears for her
kindred, and she received mo with sor¬
rowful sweetness of manner. I need not
detain you by describing the efforts I
made to sooth her grief, but briefly ac
quaint you that at lasf I succeeded, and
twelve mouths after the dreadful occur
renee which I have related we stood at the
altar as man qpl wife. She still lives to
bless me with her smiles, but on the anni¬
versary of that terrible night she secludes
herself iu her room and devotes the hour
of darkness to solitary prayer ”
“Aaior md/’ added the traveler, while
faint bldsh tinged his noble brow, “as
for me, that accident has reduced me to
the condition of a physical coward at the
sight of a mountain precipice.”
“But the driver,” asked the lady pas¬
senger, who had listened to the story with
much attention, “what became of the dri¬
ver, and did you ever learn tbe reason of
his deserting his post?”
“His body was found on the road, with¬
in a few steps of the place where the
coach went over. Ho had been struck
dead by the same flash of lightning that
blinded the restive horses.”
And thus ended the thrilling and re¬
markable story of life.
A Lady’s Not*. —Dear Mr. Punch :
I read in the papers, that among the bills
now being prepared for the Prussian
Landtag, there is said to be one for intro¬
ducing civil marriage.
That’s easy enough, but will somebody
prepare a bill for introducing civility after
marriage ? That is what I should like to
ses—and hear. How would you like, if
you were a lady, to have to ring the bell
yourself, and be scowled at if you spoke
when my lord is reading rhe paper, and
you answer the parlor-maid when he hap¬
pens to be relating an anecdote, 0 law !
Write upon this subject and oblige,
Yours affectionately,
A Sndbbxd Wife.
Matrimony is—hot cakes, warm beds,
comfortable slippers,smoking coffee, round
arms, red lips, kind words, shirts exhult
ing in buttons, redeemed stockings, boot
jacks, happiness, etc. Single blessedness
is—sheet-iron quilts, blue noses, frosty
rooms, ice in the pitcher, unregencratcd
linen, heelless socks, coffee sweetened with
icicles, gutta percha biscuits, flabby steak,
dull razors, dirty towels, rheumatism,
corns,, coughs, cold dinners, cholics, rhu¬
barb, and any amount of misery. Hear
that, ye crusty Benedicts!
ABOUT GIRLS
BY MRS. GEORGE WASHINGTON WILLYS.
Were any one to ask us who really and
actually rules this American republic, wc
should promptly answer—the girls! Con
Congress makes our laws, and the Presi¬
dent puts on his spectacles and vetoes them
or not, at his leisure and pleasure; but
as for the real, practical rules and regula
tioQs of every-day life, are they not intro
duced and maintained and kept in working
order by the girls of America ? They are
tyrants, autocrats, not to say despots, in
social existence. What is there that they
can not control ? What undertaking is
too mighty for their small hands aod vig¬
orous wills ? The biggest man who ever
roared out his opinion at a political caucus,
or held the manifold reins of government
in his grstpp, is as wax in the hands of the
girls!
In France, we are told that young un¬
married mowen are mere ciphers—that it
requires the seal and signet of a wedding
ring to give them any weight in social
circle. Here matters are altogether differ
ent. When a woman marries she loses
her identity, to a sertain extent, in that
of her husband. “3Ir.-says so end
so ”—“I'll see what my husband things"—
“I'll ask him’’ —say the ladies who have
promised t$ “love honor and obey.” That
this is altogether right, and as it should
be, wc don’t pretend to say; that there
arc many exceptions, we freely admit.—
But when women have houses to rule, and
servants to watch-with Argus eyes, and
little ones to engineer through the dan¬
gerous pitfalls of mumps and measles,
small-pox and scarlatina, they arc apt to
keep their sympathies and influences so
Icliy for the domestic circle.
But the girls arc {hampered by no such
cares and responsibility. The world is
their household—society in general be¬
comes their study. They can do what
they please with the great plaything of ex¬
istence. Would that they could be edu¬
cated up to the point of appreciating and
understanding their mighty privileges !
Remember that the great first principles
of reform are in the hands. American
girls. Remember that a chance word
from your lips will have more weight with
young meu than all the laws that ever
were enacted. They can stand the sta¬
tion-house, and the police court, but they
can’t endure your scorn. Did you ever
reflect that when you admired young
Montague’s absurd mimicry of half-obso¬
lete English fashions, you imposed on poor
little Penniless the stringent necessity of
straightway buying a costume as near like
it as possible, even though he went with
one meal a day for the next three months ?
Do you know that when you offer the tem¬
perate Smith a glass of wine with the
pretty imperative little way you sometimes
have, he feels himself as peremptorily ob¬
liged to drink it as if you held a loaded
pistol to his head ? Are you aware that
Jones affects his “fast” ways, and spends
his money recklessly, just because he
wants to find favor in your eyes? It is
for you that thousand-dollar horses are
driven; diamonds sported; parties given ;
and expensive excursions gotten up. You
are royal sovereigns, every one of you, and
your subjects are mankind! Show us the
girl, however plain and unpretentious she
may be, who has not at least one bearded
slave who hangs on her simplest word,
and believe in her as the fire-worshiper of
the East believes in the sun I And we
know some who number their captives by
the score.
It would not be inappropriate to divide
the race of conquerors into two classes—
country girls and city girls. The latter
possess, comparatively speaking, little in¬
dividuality. They all cat pickles, read
novels, “finish” at Madame Somebody-or
other’s French school; walk on brodway
with the same jaunty costume, and go to
the opera in bortnets that might have beeh
turned out of a machine by the hundred,
so comically similar are they. They like
parties; “delight” in promenade concerts;
sing the new music, |nd weare the latest
frippery, and always have something to
say upon every imaginable subject. Of
course there are exceptions to these gene¬
ralities. There is the “fast” young lady
who smokes cigaretts, and goes to the ra¬
ces, and bets boxes of gloves, and says
she can “drink a bottle of champagne with¬
out feeling it;”—there U the literary
young lady who frequents reading-rooms
and abstruse “societies,” and takes notes
at all the lectures, and generally takes to
spectacles before she is thirty years old.—
There is the young lady who has a “mis¬
sion,” and visits ragged schools, and has a
2 . ass at the Five Points, and .confiscates tl4fr
£ a view to moral
NO. 18
and mental cultivation, and puts all sorts
of uncompromising questions to Hiberni¬
an mothers in tenement houses as to why
their offspring are not sent more regular*
ly to school I And there is the “nicegirr
who finds time for city engagements aud
country cousins alike j who keeps up
with the times, reads the newspaper every
day, never neglects a household duty, and
entertains ail the forlorn wallflowers at
fashionable parties—the girl who is aa
actual loss to society when she is rash
enough to get married. More exceptions
we could name, but will not for lack of
.
space—and, possibly, patience.
But if we were a young man on tho
outlook for a wife, wo should not pause in
city drawing-rooms or in the maelstrom of
Broadway. Give us the country girls-—
the flowers thatspring up in quiet villages
and along secluded roads. A country girl,.
brught up as couutry girls are brought up,
now-a daysis a jewel to shine royally in
any man's home. Her mind don't get the
originality brushed off by constant contact
with the folly and triviality of what is call¬
ed “society.” She reads and rejlectt she i
has ideas ;
of her own that she knows how
to put into graceful words, and her mind c
is per-petualiy ripening, it into a
as were,
the perfection of cultivation.
Moreover, she is physically as well as
mentally strong. She don’t go to parties
at midnight, nor eat lobster salads and indi*
gestiple sweets; she breathes pure air and
keeps regular hours, and never deliberate¬
ly sacrifices health and strength to the ar¬
bitrary freak of some passing fashion.
• Did you never observe how dwarfed and
one-sided your mignonnette will grow in
a bed with many others ? By itself it
would expand into a thriving, Well-propor¬
tioned plant, but the vicinage of others
cramps it. So we sometimes think it fares
with humanity. The country lassie is k
stamped with the contact of no narrow* t
minded votaries of form and fashion ; she t*
expands, as God means all women should, ^
into an originality of her own. Cross the
threshold of almost Hoy rural home—its
little goddess may be ncading bread, or
mixing biscuit in the kitchen, or she tuay
be picking peas in the garden, or feeding
chickens in the barnyard; but you will
find Motley’s History on the table, and
Emersons' essays on the mantel, and po
ems hidden away among the half-hemmed
frills on the workbasket, and flowers in
tho window, and graceful indications of
refinement everywhere.
If the girls only knew their power, what
couldn’t they do ? Since the days of Hel¬
en they have kept the world in a ferment
with their bright eyes and their witohing
ways and their pretty little tricks and
fineness. Men give them‘the best places
in the railroad cars, the cosiest corners in
lecture-rooms. “Front seats reserved for
the ladies” is a fair representative motto
of tho whole world now a-days. They can’t
be President, but the President would
give a good deal to' be they! As forjudg¬
es of the Supreme Court, isn’t every girl
as much “judge of the supreme court”' as
if she wore a wig and carried the ittoigfta ?
Mankind waits her decision with eager¬
ness j it treasures up her opinions as if ev¬
ery word were a golden doubloon. She is
strong in her weakness; imperial in her
helplessness; prettily conscious in her po
tehee. If she Would only, sot up a high
standard, and make her subjeots lire up
to it, how much better this would be I—
Upon the Whole, it’s a fine thing to be •
girl!
Two Irishmen, stopping at the Island
House Toledo, lit their gas, and, with win¬
dows open sat down to enjoy a chat. The
hungriest of Toledo musqui toes soon flock* .
ed in and drove them desperate. The
clerk, who.was summoned to devise some
remedy, tbld them to close the windows
and put out the gas. They acted on the
suggestion, and placed themselves between
tbe sheets. Just as they begun to dons
a lightning bug, which had strayed into
the room, caught the eye of one of the
travelers. He roused his companion
with a punch. ‘Jamie, Jamie, it’s no use 1
Here’s one of the craturs sarchin’ for us
wid a lantern I”
A shopkeeper of Pesth, shot himself
with a pistol, having previously written to
a friend that “Life is insupportable. I
a lore my wife, but she has grown so stout,
she that was of so ravishing a figure when
I married her.”
At a ruccot lecture the Professor stated
that Saturn had a ring six thousand miles
broad. “Be jabera,” exclaimed an Irish¬
man who was present, “what a finger he
must have !”
A Beggarly shame—robbing a printer.