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HAHC0C1 j? WEEKLY JOURNAL" « VOL. II The Hancock Journal ‘IS PUBLISHED WEEKLY, © (Office, Old Masonic Hall—Court House.) William H. Royal, Editor & Proprietor. Rates of Subscription: One copy 12 months $3 00—8 months $2 00 Ono copy 0 months, 1 50—4 months, 1 00 ggy"Two copies to one address, 1 year, 5 00 No name will be taken unless the cash ac¬ company the ordcF. —— —— * Rates for Advertising: charged Transient Advertisements will ho at the rate of one dollar per square for the first and seventy five cents for each subsequent insertion, for ono month or less. A liberal discount will be made to persons advertising extensively, both as to time and epico. Cards, for three months longer, Business or will be chnrgod six dollars per quarter for each square. Twelve lines of this type fill onesquare. Professionals: F.L.LITTLE, ntfsmmwE iiMW, Sparta, Ga. Office in Law Building, wrest of tlieC. II. GEORGE P. PIERCE, Jr. Ik'S MW, Sparta, Ga. gpe^„ Office in Law Building, west of the C.II PROFESSIONAL CARD T\R, A. F. DURHAM, thankful for past \ ) patronage, tnkes pleasure in announcing that he still continues the practice of Medicine and Surgery in the town of Sparta. Having associat ed with himself his brother Dr G. W* Durham In practice, one or the othor of them may bo found at their office ut all timos of the day. % tho Jfcjf" Special attention is given to treat nerit of Ulirouic Diseases, and diseases peculiar to Females. Feb 12—ly GUOIUIE IB. JONES,” WITH M II YANIS & CO 234 Broad Street. I infer Central Hotel, Augusta, Georgia Dkalehh*In FISK <*KOCEKlES, W iocs, Liquors and Cigars ; ALSO, G AW I! L COM MIS 'N MA R til A NTS April 30 1800. ly. EliarlcN A. Sledsc, Trimmer & Upholsterer, Harness Maker aud Repairer, Spnrta, Ga. 1 VX I' l C foUntl ' n ,llC upper story of J A, Scudday’s Carriage Shop, where he is prepared _ the public in his line of to servo work, on terms to suit the times. may7-ly JEWEL’S MILLS. (FORMERLY ROCK FACTORY.) Cost Office at CULVERTON, Ga. W K WILL MANUFACTURE this the WOOL following FOR CUSTOMERS season, on terms : Wool Manufactured yard in JEANS (col’d warp) at 30 cents per ; Manufactured into Kerseys at 20cts per yard; or Carded into ROLLS at 12J cents per lb. Shootings, Shirtings, Osnaburgs and Yarns constantly ou hand. Wool Wanted, In Exchange for Goods, at market value, or for CASH. Consignments by Ruifroad .should be direct¬ ed to Culver ton, Uiv. D. A. JEWEL, may 14 Um Proprietor. Carriage,Buggy & wagon REPOSITORY .1 AME8 A. 8CCDDAY lias ra-opened his Carriage Shop, at his old stand, where he is prepared to serve his old friomlsnnd patrons and his business, the public either generally, with New in every Work, branch Repairing of or Renovating of Carriages, Buggies, Wagons, No., at the most reasonable prices. He has in his employ the well known freedmnn Tom Coles, alias Tom Thompson, and will warrant nil work io stand the test. Tom is a thorough Democrat' Mr. 8. will also do all maimer of Black smith work pertaining to his business, ufid 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. jao. 15. INDEPEND ENT I N ALL THIN GS-NEUTRAL IN NOTHING. 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.