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ELBEiVTON, GA.
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THE GAZETTE.
.New Series.
WADDELL.
His Card in Reply to Senator Hester.
Editors of the Constitution : I have
lived over forty years. The while I
have tried to serve my country and my
kind, in season alike of war and peace.
Never until a day or two since did any
one attempt “to blur my name with foul
dishonor.” A Senator named Hester, in
his place, in the Senate, went out of his
place, t j make a most wanton personal
attack upon me—one of the managers of
the Georgia State Lottery.
Why he should have single 1 out
me through whom to strike the institu
tion a blow, I can’t conceive ; for it is
certain I never knew the creature and
never did the fellow a favor. His spoken
speech “as the idle wind I regarded
not.” In fact he is the only wind-mill
I ever saw run by water (he drank four
glasses of water while speaking.) I had
r.o rights upon the floor of the Senate.
But he has chosen to parade it—a liter
ary gem—in the press. Through the
press I may be heard.
I must beg pardon for talking plain
ly and calling things by their true
names.
There are nine lies in his printed
speech important enough to bo noticed;
there are seventeen others of compara
tive insignificance.
Senator Hester says: “Somo of the
persons invited to participate in the
scheme spurned it, among them being
Mrs. Cobb, widow of Gen. Howell Cobb,
once a Governor of the State.” The
Senator’s chronology is at fault—Mrs.
Cobb was not a widow then—Howell
Cobb died nearly two years after the
lottery act was passed. He was at Mil
ledgevillo and favored its passage surely
not for the benefit of his widow ! The
Supreme Court was then in session at
Milledgeville, and I well remember that
when I approached the late Chief Jus
tice Joseph Henry Lumpkin—clarum et
venerabile nomen—to ask whether Mrs.
Thomas R. R. Cobb would be benefitted
by being of the number of trustees, he
said: “My daughter is not without
means of support—but my niece, Mrs.
Wilson, whose husband fell in the fore
part of the battle of Manasas is needy
—make her a trustee.” Judge Lump
kin is dead; but there are two living
witnesses to the conversation, as I state
it, besides myself—to wit: Major Mos
es, of Columbus, and Mr. Harry, of
Washington.
The Senator says that I am “the head
of the concern.” The truth is, lam its
humblest member, and know less of its
operations, outside of its benefactions,
than any one else connected with it. He
insinuates that I have made (or stolen]!)
an immense amount of money out of the
concern, as he called it. The insinua
tion is a lie ! Not five hundred dollars
of the salary allowed me ever got into
my pockets, as those associated with me
can testify. And if he will produce a
single person who ever called on me
for help in the time of need—if deserv
ing—and who went away empty, I will
take back the fixednest conviction of
my mind, and say : “Hester is a gentle
man.”
The Senator says : “No reports have
been made between the dates of the
charter and the one above given.” An
nual reports have been made since my
connection with the concern, according
to law.
The Senator says : That I stated that
“they had bought some other property,
(besides the school building) out this
had been sold and the money pocket
ed.”
That statement I pronounce a lie. I
have not spoken to, nor seen a member
of the Senate Committee on the Judi
ciary since I saw Hester’s reported
speech—nor. have I conversed with one
of them on that point since I met them
in committee; and lam willing to leave
it to that committee, or to any one of
them, as to whether this is not what I
stated about the purchasing of “other
property.”
“The lottery bought fifteen acres of
land within the corporate limits of At
lanta, whereon to <rect an orphans’
homo. For lack of means no homo has
been built yet. Indeed, the managers
were compelled to sell some three or
four acres of it to meet hits and pay
current expenses. They still retain ten
or twelve acres.”
The creature talks about Waddell's
“cream.” When and where have I tasted
of it ? Ho insinuates, and, indeed, makes
it a point of attack upon me, that 1 am
an “educated man."
Is that a crime ? By the favor of an
honored uncle, I was permitted to grad
uate, not without credit, at the Univer
sity of Georgia. I paid him back four
fold over in dollars and cents for his
benefaction to me. His claim upon me
had he presented it ever, would have
bankrupted my gratitude! But I tried
to help some others in the same way.
Two of my wards have diplomas from
the same institution at my expense.—
Two others have been there, and
though they did not graduate, they do
no discredit to the man who sent them
there.
The creature speaks of me as the
grandson of “Stephen” Waddell! I
never should have believed that my
grandfather's Christian name was “Ste
phen”—if I had not seen it in print un
der the imprimatur of “the Honorable
Robert Hester”—Senator—selah! I had
always heard that my grandfather was
christened Moses. Why the Senator
wanted to link to my ancestral patro
nymic it was by the
ESTABLISHED 1859.
ELBERTON, GEORGIA. MARCH 1. 187 k
principle of association of ideas, the
“Stephen” whom some bad fellows
“stoned”—l cannot imagine. The Sen
ator must, however, mark the difference:
They “stoned” “Stephen he is merely
throwing mud at me. Paul minded
“Stephen's” clothes. I will not pursue
the parallel.
The Senator (I desire to be polite)
says that tickets are sold in the room
adjoining the school building. Not a
word of truth in that. No vender sells
tickets there.
He waxes eloquent upon a statement
that I made as he alleges before the
committee, to wit: that one of the or
phan boys going to the school, at one
time drew the numbers out of the wheel,
and descanted grandiloquently upon the
demoralizing bent such an incident must
give to the boy’s character. Let me say
that the boy who drew out the numbers
is Scott Grist, a lad of some sixteen
years, now in the employ of Governor
Brown on the State Railroad at thirty
dollars per month, four fifths of which
he gives to the support of his widowed
mother. Demoralization ? It is your
sort of puritanic demoralization. Good
men—men who can look into the clear
pellucid stream of charity and not take
hydrophobia at the sight—will feel a
sensation of pleasure and thankfulness
in the contemplation of such a fact; and
wise men will be more thorougly con
vinced of the truth that “all our bless
ings are bought with a price.”
You talk about morality! All your
ideas of morality came over in the “May
flower”—that same skiff that fruited De
cember, and took root on Plymouth
Rock, nearly three centuries ago. But
even from that stock there were some
good shoots. Do you know that Jona
than Edwards and his son-in law found
ed Princeton college with money raised
by a lottery ? Princeton college, the
alma mater of our Lumpkins, our Col
quitts, our Crawfords ! Do you know,
sir, (no ’squire) that the monument
erected to commemoiate thenobie Pole,
Pulaski, at Savannah, was the work of a
lottery ? Do you know that General
Greene’s monument was built by a lot
tery ? Do you know that the gold ro
gion of upper Georgia was disposed of
by a lottery? Do you know—but I
haven’t time to teach you history, to
teach you truth. Life is too short. But,
Puritan as you are, let me say to you
that when we come to our final account
in the day of general reckoning, I shall
be willing to show sheets with you, and
ask you to put into your side of the bal
ance a weight which will make mo and
my twelve hundred orphaned charge,
whose fathers’ bones are bleaching upon
every battlefield of the Confederate
struggle from Galveston to Gettysburg,
kick the beam.
James D. Waddell.
“Charge It.”
A simple little sentence is this, to be
sure, and yet it may be considered one
of the most insidious enemies with
which people have to deal. It is very
pleasant to have all the little commodi
ties offered for sale in the market, and
it is something bard to deny one's self
of the same when they can be obtained
by saying “charge it.” But this habit
of getting articles, however small the
charge may be, without paying for them,
keeps one’s funds in a low state most of
the time.
“I have no money to day, but should
like the article much,” says a young
man who happens to go into a store,
and sees something which strikes his
fancy.
‘difever mind,” says the clerk, “you aro
good for it.”
“Well, I will take it and you may
charge it.”
And so it is that little accounts are
opened at one place and another till the
young man is surprised at his liabili
ties ; which, though small in detail, are
sufficiently large in the aggregate to re
duce his cash materially when settling
day comes.
In many instances, if the cash were
required, the purchase would not be
made even had the person the money
by him ; but to some, getting an article
charged does not seem like parting with
an equivalent.
Still, when pay day comes, as always
it does, this illusion vanishes, and a
feeling is experienced of parting with
money and receiving nothing in re
turn.
If there is an actual necessity of ma
king a purchase, and the means are not
at hand, there is a reasonable excuse for
obtaining the same on credit; but when
the article can be dispensed with until
payment can be made, it is much to
the advantage of the purchaser to do
so.”
“We must have a nice set of furni
ture,” says the young couple about to
be united in marriage, “but we have not
the means,’ however we will get it and
have it charged.” And so they start
life with a debt hanging over them for
which there is no occasion.
Were there any certainty of health and
a supply of labor, - it would place rather
a different construction upon the mat
ter. But considering the fluctuations
of business and the uncertainties of
life, “Charge it,” is a very mischievous
phrase.
A raptured writer inquires: “What
is there under heaven more humaniz
ing, or if we may use the term, more
angelizing than a fine black eye in a
lovely woman?” Two black eyes is
the only answer thought of at present.
BROWN’S BREAKFAST.
An Incident of the Polar Season.
Mr. Brown is a Truckee man, and his
wife usually gets breakfast. The other
morning she didn't. She was sick. He
said ho could cook. He had cooked in
the mines. Was a rare hand at making
flapjacks. He glanced at the thermom
eter. It stood fifteen degrees below za
ro. He found the kitchen floor covered
with snow that had drifted in through
the cracks. He would have taken a
wash, but the basin was frozen to the
bottom of the sink, and the water-pipe
wouldn't work. Ha thought it must be
frozen. He kindled a fire. It refused
to draw. The flue was choked up with
snow. He succeeded in thawing out the
snow until it succeeded in thawing out
his fire. This pleasant performance oc
curred three times. When the fire at
last got warm, Mr. Brown had three
toes, two fingers, and a ear frozen. He
intended to have a good breakfast, but
the potatoes were frozen so hard he con
cluded to omit them from the bill of
fare. He slipped as he reached for the
pan containing the pancake batter and
the pan lit bottom upward on the
floor. He first picked up the pan, then
the batter. The latter was as solid as a
stone cheese, and was 30 heavy that he
despaired of its ever making light cake,
and he thought he would omit the flap
jacks. The cream was ice, and he got
off a poor pun on ice-cream and guessed
he would omit the cream. Eggs, meat
and coffee were enough for breakfast.—
drew out some coals and laid the steak
on them. It was as pliable as an oak
board, but he chuckled to think how the
hot coals would fetch it to time. They
did. In one minute it was done brown
on the lower side. Ho turned it over,
and in another minute both sides were
brown. He smiled to think how easy it
was to cook frozen beefsteaks. Ho put
the steak on a plate. He forgot to
warm the pi te. Some eggs wouldn’t
go bad. With the hatchet 110 cracked
off a piece of butter and put it on the
frying-pan. It thawed and melted. He
took an egg and dexterously tapped it
on the edge of the frying pan. The
shell seemed very hard. It didn’t crack.
He struck it harder. No go. The egg
was an oval chunk of ice. He lost all
patience and threw it against the wall,
but that chunk of ice rebounded and
playfully skated across the kitchen floor.
He picked it up and laid it where the
steak v/as, among the coals. He watch
ed it get brown, and then black where
the coals touched it, and a gleam of tri
umph lit up his eye. He would show
that egg he was no chicken. When the
lower half was burnt to a cinder, he
took it up and split it with the hatchet.
He had a piece of baked ice. The lower
half was burnt to a coal, the upper half
was ice. Asa scientific feat it was a
success—to a hungry man it was a fail
ure. It went out doors. Went quick.
A happy thought struck him He would
first chop up the eggs and then fry
them. He cornered the egg and split it
wide open with the hatchet. He split
it up into little chunks. He couldn’t
get the shell off. Thought it wouldn’t
make much difference —would have egg
on she half-shell. Bully joke. He laid
Le pieces in the hot grease. Instead of
frying, each pi see swelled up, became
watery, and looked like Sanclio. He
didn’t want any eggs; would omit them.
Steak and coffee would answer. He
hunted up the coffee-pot. It was two
thirds full of what had been old coffee
and was ice. He hadn’t time to thaw
it, and the shape of the coffee-pot pre
cluded the possibility of getting out the
ice, as he had the pancake batter. He
was compelled to omit the coffee. The
steak was left Many a king hadn’t had
steak for breakfast. Ho made a dive at
it with his knife and fork. Guess he
had struck a bone. Never heard of a
bone in the fleshy part of a round steak.
Dove again. Same result. Examination
disclosed that the steak had been brown
ed on both sides without thawing in the
center. He had to use the hatchet in
making the examination. He omitted
the steak. He omitted to wash the
dishes.
When the snow disappears next spring
a frying-pan, a steak, a coffee-pot, a
hatchet, and a 1 ound, cheese-like piece
of dough may be found in Brown’s back
door-yard. After this when Brown’s
wife is sick he’ll lie in bed until she re
covers. He will omit getting breakfast.
MAXIMS FOR FARMERS,
It is worth while for all farmers, eve
rywhere to remember that thorough
culture is better than three mortgages
on their farms.
That good fences pay better than law
suits with their neighbors.
That more stock perish from famine
than from founder.
That a horse that lays his ear back
and looks lightning when any one ap
proaches him is vicious. Don’t buy
him-
That scrimping the feed of fattening
hogs is a waste of grain.
That over fed fowls won’t lay eggs.
That educating children properly is
money lent at 100 per cent.
That one evening spent at homo in
study is more profitable than ten loung
ing around country taverns.
That cows should always be milked
regularly and clean.
That it is the duty of every man to
take a good, reliable, entertaining paper,
aud pay for it promptly.
Vol. IY.-No. 44.
WUH EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCES.
French juries find as extraordinary
verdicts as even our ow% do. Their
peculiarity is appending the words
“with extenuating circumstances” to
their verdicts of guilty against mur
derers. In one copy of a paper re
ceived recently we found several in
stances of “extenuating circumstances,”
which show that the French have a
strange power in the discovery of pal
liation for crime. A young woman in
the rural districts was denied by her
parents the privilege of marrying the
man of her choice. She did not sit down
and weep and wail over her misfortune,
nor did she die of a broken heart, as so
many young women in novels do ; but
she went out into the barn,armed herself
with a hatchet, and returning to the room
where her parents were, hacked their
heads to pieces. The jury found her guil
ty of murder “with extenuating circum
stances." A young man had a slight
dispute with a neighbor. He lured him
to a woody tract near the town where
they lived, and after talking for a while
with his neighbor, in the most appar
ently friendly way, deliberately shot him
dead, then collecting a lot of brush
wood, placed it around the murdered
man and set fire to it. The jury found
him guilty “with extenuating circum
stances.” But the most extraordinary
case of all was that of a M. Durane.
He was a married man with two child
ren. He had grown tired of his wife and
his errant love had fallen upon a young
er lady of greater beauty. The young
lady proved cold to the fascinations of a
man she knew to be married. To make
the way clear to her possession, he cut
the throats of his wife and two children,
and then set fire to the house in which
110 lived to destroy the traces of his
crime. He was tried and convicted,
but the jury found that there were “ex
tenuating circumstances” around oven
this murder.
A NARROW ESCAPE.
The wild beast tamer, Bidel, now
exhibiting his menagerie near the Chat
eau d’Eau, Paris, narrowly escaped be
ing torn to pieces recently. Ho had, as
usual, entered the large cage in which
he had assembled three lions, two hye
nas, two bears, a jackal, a sheep, and an
elephant, when one of the lions and one
of the bears commenced to growl at
each other, and then to fight. Bidel in
terposed, and seizing the bear by the
flesh of the neck, dragged that animal
away from his adversary, but the lion
not liking this intervention, struck at
the tamer with his paw, tearing the
flesh off his hand, and laying open his
leg down to his knee. The cage was
sprinkled with blood, which the bear be
gan to lick up, and, as the man remark
ed, seemed to find it to his taste. A
moment’s hesitation and the tamer
would have been devoured, but he for
tunately did not lose his presence of
mind. Advancing straight to the two
animals, he dealt them each somo heavy
blows with his whip, aud when he had
brought them crouching at his feet, he
qnietly stepped from the cage. A feel
ing of terror had spread among the
audience, and only calmed down when
Bidel, after having had his wounds
dressed, came forward aud bowed to the
public.
WANTED, A REVIVAL OF HONESTY.
Yes ! we do need a revival of common
honesty. The church needs it; and her
preaching, her discipline, and her wholo
religious force ought to be turned with
unyielding rigor in this direction. And
the world needs it—in full proportion to
its overwhelming numbers and resources
and interests. For this very reason the
world needs revivals of religion, pure
and undefiled before God and man.—
Business may revive but unless there
shall come with it a great revival even
of the ordinary morals of trade, anew
term of prosperity will only produce a
greater harvest of frauds. For this
reason the very best friends of religion
and of genuine revivals of religion
should be our men of business. The
good work should begin in their stores
and shops and counting rooms and fac
tories Let the Ten Commandments
and the Sermon on the Mount be the
rule of their business and they will do
more to spread righteousness and to
hasten the coming of heaven on earth
than they have ever done before.
An Ohio editor sat down the other
day and commenced a powerful editorial
headed, “How Shall we Rise?” After
writing half a column he left his chair
for a few minutes and when he sat down
pretty emphatically on a bent pin place
ed there by the “devil,” he soon as
certained “How to Rise,” but he finished
the article in the manner ha designed
when starting out, notwithstanding.
Then he made the “devil” rise.—
Norristown Herald.
The French do not bury in single
graves like their English breathren.
They buy or hire a plot of ground
four or five, or nine or ten feet square,
if they are rich, and there d;g one
grave deep enough for all the family.
Over this is built a little house in stone
—a chapel—in the sides of which aro
written the names of the dead below.
Statistics are given to prove that of
the sum totaUof human misery, physic
al and mental, women have to bear two
thirds.
PLANT CORN! PLANT IT NOW! CONTIN
UE TO PLAN r, AND THEN PLANT
MORE.
Planters gem rally kno 7 their own
business better than other people do, but
we have no fear of being snubbed by
them for using a common sense aud self
evident proposition.
This country cannot bo prosperous cr
independent while it depends upon tho
West and other sections for tho prime
necessities. The system of reising cot
ton to buy provisions has been suffi
ciently tried to satisfy every man engag
ed in agriculture, that it is a fallacy aud
disastrous. No people ever yet pros
pered who did not produce their own
provisions, and none have ever had sad
der experience of this fact than the
planters of Middle and Southern Geor
gia.
Then, we say, let 11s try this year to
produce enough to live upon. If every
planter will add thirty p r cent, to his
corn acreage, and make a provision crop
the paramount good, plenty will smilo
all over this goodly land of ours, and.
tho cotton crop will be a clear profit.—
Our appeal is to plant corn ! continue
to plant corn ! and then plant more!
put every available rich acre ip corn,
and put corn in poor places under cot
ton seed and other fertilizers. Corn is
the cry! Lot it go round.
[Albany News.
HUNTSVILLE, ALA.
On a late Sabbath, a very interesting
service was held in the Presbyterian
church of Hnutsville. llev. Dr. Ross,
who has been its pastor for over twenty
years, resigned tho pastorate in a few
feeling and appropriate words; and
Ruv. J. I). Bulkhead, of Georgia, assum
ed the responsible position so long and
ably filled by his venerable predecessor.
It was a spectacle sublime in its severe
simplicity, and one calculated to awnk
en in the mind many sad, as well as sol
emn emotions. Dr. Ross now retains
the position of Emeritus pastor, as well
as tho love and reverence of his entiro
congregation. Air. Burkhead is a man
in tho prime of lifo, educated, eloquent,
full of originality, and of a nature earn
est and active, and his presence here
promises not only to benefit bis own
church, but the entiro community.
[Huntsville Paper.
A SLY OLD FOX
The Reese River (Nev.) Reveille tells
the following: “There was an old fox
which for a period of several years had
continually evaded tho fleetest and
keenest-scented hounds, the scent being
invariably lost in the vicinity of a bouse
situated in the woods and far removed
from any habitation, and which jvas used
as a storehouse for pelts. Atf last one
day the hounds started the old fox, and
away ho went in the direction of tho
bouse, with a pack of young hounds in
full cry after’ him, but on nearing tho
house he disappeared leaving the hounds
and huntcrc non-plusscd as usual.
While the hunters were gathering in
and around the house discussing the
frequent mysterious disappearance of
the fox, a veteran hound cmno limping
up, and, entering the door, set up a vig
orous burking and tried to jump up on
the wall. His singular action attracted
the attention of the hunters, and an ex
animation being made, tho old fox was
found suspended by his tail to a nail in
tho wall, keeping perfectly still, and
looking, unless closely observed, like
the pelts with which tho walls were
hung. This plainly showed that the
old fox, when too closely pressed, bad
taken refuge on tho nail by his tail,
which was the reason for the dogs al
ways losing the scent at that particular
place.”
4. + ——
HI9 LITTLE GROCERY.
Ho was a clean-colored man of
advanced age, and when lie entered a
wholesale house on Vese.y street, N. Y ,
one of the clerks politely informed him
that the situation of porter was already
filled.
“Does I look like a man who’d be
regarded as a porter ?” demanded the
stranger.
“Ah! excuse me.”
“You is discused, sail. Whar’ is do
foreman? Over dar, eh? No, sar, I
don’t want to be porter. I’zo one ob
the solid men ob Newark, and I’ze
here on ’portant business.”
He wanted goods There were lots, of
goods there, and it was very easy to
suit him as to prices, lut he had no
money and no recommendations.
“De pay is sure in sixty days,” ho
urged.
“But you can’t give no security .”
“Wllat you wants of security ? Won’t
de goods bo dar ?”
“You may have sold them ! ”
“Den won’t the money be dar, all
counted out on the counter? And if
de money ain’t dar, anti do ole woman s
gone, and de childron, can’t Ibo frowed
into bankruptcy and all smashed
up ?”
But ho didn’t get any goods.
Billings succeds Durell as United
States District Judge in Louisiana.
This appointment, remarks tho New
York World, and this confirmation re
news and refreshes the responsibility of
President Grant and the Republican
party for their crimes in Louisiana. It
was becoming possible for them to expel
that issue from the approaching ejections.
It is not possible now; and tho Ro
publican party goes on trial before tho
people of the United States for crime 1
against a republican self-government
without parallel in our history—now
endorsed anew in the promotion of tho
authors and abettors of thoso crimes.
Yon Bulow recently s id: “Another
thing about American women whioh de
lights me is tho size and character of
tho ear. That is one of tho first tilings
I look at. A handsome ear is a wonder
ful feature about a woman. When it is
well rounded and finely chiseled it is a
| magnet to any man of taste,"
