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AUNT TABBY’S PUNERAL.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.
There was Sister Parthenia and her
husband, and Brother Adoniram and
his wife, and Martha and Jane Gloriana,
that never got married and never won’t,
and Walker and I. And we all took the
big kivered waggon and went over to
Aunt Tabby’s funeral, ’cause Aunt Tab
by was dead and ’twas our duty. We
hitched the old gray mare and the old
white horse to the big kivered waggon,
and we all of us got in—Sister Parthe
nia and her husband, and Brother Adon
iraru and bis wife, and Martha Jane Glo
riana, that never got married, and likely
never won t, and Walker and I; and
Jack, the handy man, he drove ; and we
all of us went to Aunt Tabby’s funeral,
and for to hear the will read, ’cause we
was all the relations she had, and ’twas
not Pkely but what she’d left us some
thing ; and if you have a few dollars left
you, you like to get it don’t you ? That’s
what Sister Parthenia and her husband,
and Brother Adoniram and his wife, and
Martha Jane Gloriana, that never got
married and never won’t, and Walker
and I, all remarked.
We hadn’t been drefful sociable with
Aunt Tabby, no we hadn’t for some
time. We hadn’t seen her for five years.
When we called she sent us word she
didn’t care for no company. Twasn’t
our fault, you see. Sometimes she’d
look out o’ winder and say, “I han’t
dead yet ; not ready to cut up to-day.
What’s more, I an’t a dyin’, so you mout
as well a saved your pains.” She hadn’t
no gret of a good temper, she hadn’t.
She was awful touchy and suspicious ;
that’s what we used to say to each other.
But we wasn’t going to bear no malice
now; and we was all going .to the fu
neral like Christians.
Well, black Jack, the handy man, he
driv, and went rumblety bumblety over
the road, and at last we came to the
door, and there wo stopped. Sister
Parthenia and her husband, and Broth
er Adoniram and his wife, and Martha
Jane Gloriana, who never has married
and never will now, and Walker and I;
and there was that crusty hired help,
Phoebe, standing at the door; a , „o
ups and says to her:
“We’ve hterd that poor, dear Aunt
Tabby is dead.”
And says she, “Hev you ”?”
And says we, “What did the poor,
dear, late, lamented deceased die of?”
Says she, ‘Of want of breath, like
most folks, I reckon."
Says we, “We have come to the dear
critter’s funeral.”
She says, “Well, as you’ve come, you
will hav to go in.”
So we outs with our hankerchers, and
we says, “800, hoo!" and we put ’em to
our eyes, and we Talks in one arter the
other. And wo says:
“Can we see the poor, dear, late, la
mented deceased?” and we boo-hooed
right out.
And says Phoebe :
“No, you can’t, not just now. But
you can go into the front up chamber
and hev your teas. It’s all sot out, and
the teapot is on the stove, and you ken
hep yourselves.”
“Yes,” says we, “we won’t need no
waiting on, and we can look at the poor,
dear, late, lamented deceased a great
deal more comfortable after we’ve bad
our teas.” So up stairs we went. And
thar was the table all sot, an ■ the tea
on the stove, and nothing much else iu
the room but cheers and a tali wardrobe.
We all sot down, and put our hanker
chers iu our pockets, and we didn’t boo
hoo no more. We just sot by and help
ed ourselves.
“Took the best bedstead down, I
reckon,” says Sister Parthenia. “Used
always to stand here.”
“Put the deceased onto it, mebbe,”
said Adoniram’s wife.
“Hope not,” says Martha Jane Glori
ana, “for I always rather reckoned on
that best bedstead being left to me, and
I don’t want it to seem spooky,” says
she.
“Don’t knew why she should be so
nnjudgmatical as to leave that best fin
ished gret bedstead to a single party,"
says I.
And Sister Partlienia’s husband and
Brother Adoniram and Walker, they sot
thar and et.
Says Parthenia, says she, “kinder
seems as if I wouldn’t care so much for
the bed as I would for the parlor cheers,
and the sofy."
Says Adoniram’s wife, says she, “Ad
oniram being the oldest, I kinder sposed
they’d go to us."
Says 1, “I can’t see why you should,
| Mrs. Adoniram ; the last custard you
' sent the poor dear late deceased, she
said was flavored with something pison
a purpose."
“Twasn’t so,” said she. “I put pep
permint into it instead of lemon flavor,
that’s all. Mistakes does occur some
times."
I “And what I want to know,” says Ad
oniram, says he, “is about the real es
tate ; them other fiddlings may go to
thunder.”
And Parthenia’s husband and Walker
they et.
“An’t it queer,” says Gloriana, “that
she should be lying silent and not say
ing nothing while we say just what we
like. It makes me all goose-flesh to think
!of it I wonder whether she looks nat
ral.”
“If she looks spiteful, and mean, and
hateful, she does,” said Adoniram’s wife,
said she.
I “Well, she warn’t fine-favored to be
ELBEBTOBT, GEORGIA, APRIL 12, 1876.
sure,” says Parthenia.
“More lantern jawed than most,” I
says.
“And her eyes were crossed,” says
Adoniram’s wife.
“No, they was cast,” says 1.
“One on ’em was crossed, and one on
’em was cast,” says Martha Jane Glori
ana ; “one looked to her nose, and >no
looked to her ear.”
“Ar.d han’t she Happy ears,” Parthe
nia said; “partly like a donkey when you
see’d her with her cap off ”
“Twarn’t no wonder she didn’t never
git married,” said Adoniram’s wife.
“Tain’t the best lookin’ gits married
first,” said Gloriana. “That I’ll have you
remember, Mrs. Adoniram.”
“Nor them that tries the hardest,”
says Mrs. Adoniram.
“Oh, yes, sometimes when they run
alter a man, and will have him,” says
Martha Jane Gloriana.
Says I: “Think what a solemn oeca
sion this is, and don’t her no words till
we know what’s left us ”
And Parthenia’s husband and Walker,
they et.
“Pr’aps we won’t be left nothing ?”
says Parthenia.
“Mebbe she’ll leave all to that hired
help Phoebe,” says Adoniram’s wife.
“If she does, she’s jest as mean as
dirt,” says Martha Jane Gloriana.
“Well, she was,” said Adoniram’s wife.
“I don’t say that,” says I. “Tain’t for
me to speak against deceased parties,
but if she was able in her last moments
to do someting spiteful, she would ”
“Mebbe she died onsensible,” says
Martha Jane Gloriana.
‘Let’s hope so,’ said Adoniram’s wife
‘lf she didn’t leave no will,’ says Par
thenia, ‘how will the things be divided ?’
‘Why,’ says I, ‘even, to be sure, be
tween you and your husband, Adoniram
at and bis wife. And Gloriana, what hain’t
got married yet, and Walker and I.’
‘Twouldn’t be fair,’ said Adoniram’s
wife, ‘to give a singular woman as much
as married folks ; She hain’t no respon
sibilities.’
‘Wei!, I reckon there ain’t any will,’
says Parthenia’s husband; “so jest let’s
talk it over. Now we’d orter have the
laud.’
‘Like to know why,’ says Adoniram.
‘Yes, state your reasons,’ saysiWalker.
‘l'll have the cheers and sofy, if I fight
for ’em,’ says Parthenia.
‘And I the best bedstead,’ says Mar
tha Jane Gloriana.
‘You shan’t,’ says Adoniram’s wife.
‘Now my blood’s up, and I will!’ sard
Gloriana
‘1 must and will have the parlor car
pet,’says I. ‘Mine’s just worn out; and
her black satin will do for mourning.’
‘l’m going to have the black satin,’
says Parthenia. ‘I tell you that.’
‘No, I will,’ says Gloriana.
‘Not one of you dust touch it!’ says
Parthenia. ‘lt’s mine.’
And just then the awfnllest thing hap
pened. The doors of the big wardrobe
burst right open, and out walked Aunt
Tabby. She came right up to the table
in her long white gown, and we shrieked
and Hewed. Down the stairs we went,
some on our feel, and some on our
heads—Parthenia and her husband, and
Adoniram and his wife, and Martha
Jane Gloriana, and Walker and I. And
when we got down into the garden, a id
picked ourselves up, we saw the window
rise and Aunt Tabby’s head stick out
of it.
‘I ain’t quite dead yet, you see,’ said
she. ‘But I beerd the report was
around, and I calkerlated I’d have a lit
tle fun. I shall wear the black satin
myself yet awhile, and you needn’t none
of you come to my funeral when it does
come off, because you won’t none of you
be in my will. Good-bye, dears! Pleas
ant j jurney home.’
So black Jack he put the gray mare
and the old white horse to the kivered
waggon, and we all got in—Parthenia
and her husband, and Adoniram and
his wife, and Martha Jane Gloriana that
never wasn’t married, and never won’t
be, now, and Walker and I, and we all
went home.
Gen. Loring, the ex Confederate who
was the commander of the troops of the
Khedive of Egypt in their bloody battle
with the Abyssinian3 a few days ago,
served with distinction during the Semi
nole war, fought on the side of the Tex
ans in their war for independence, com
manded a regiment in the army of Gen.
Scoit during the Mexican war, losing an
arm at the taking of the City of Mexico,
and was in very active service during
the whole civil war. He has, says the
Nashville American, a strong love for
military life, and has embraced every
opportunity for service in the field,
although he has an ample private for
tune.
The California Senate has passed two
bills of an extraordinary nature in re
gard to the press. One requires that
the signature of writers shall be affixed
to articles, and another that a newspa
per shall retract any statement proven
to be libellous. As Senator O'Connor
truly remarked, no signature law has
ever been heard of before in finy State
of the American Union, in England,
Ireland or Scotland, ©r an English
speaking State or nation. The two en
actments are as absurd as they are un
constitutional.
Governor Ames of Mississippi has re
signed to avoid impeachment. Col. I.
M. Stone, President of the Serrate,
(Democrat) becomes Governor.
THE CENTENNIAL FIEND.
The Boston Commercial Bulletin has
the following :
It wa3 only half an hour before the
paper went to press, but he walked un
erringly into the editor's private room
and, dropping his hat over the warning
placard of “Busy Day—Short Calls,”
seated himself with easy bar room polite
ness on the table with the exchanges.
He was dressed in aa Ulster and a soil
ed ruffled shirt, wore an amethyst about
the size of a hock glass on his third
finger and a cluster pin in his bosom.
He took a “seven for-a-qnarter” cigar
from his mouth and, placing, it on the
editor’s inkstand, remarked confiden
tially :
“I am going to spend some time this
year"—
The editor clutched his pen like a dag
ger, and pawing after the few hairs on
the top of his head, said—
—“in Phila delphia”—
The young man snai gracefully over
his left shoulder on the new carpet, and
responded —
“Yes, I’ve done a little writin’ in my
day, and bein’ disengaged this summer
should like to send a first class journal
like yours ’’ —
The editor fell back in liis chair and
gasped—
—“some letters about the Centen
nial.”
The interviewer nodded and kicked his
No. 11s pensively against the veneered
panels of the desk.
“Would you like to be packed in ice
until your friends call for you ?” said
the editor, gloomily, “or shall we
toward your remains in an air tight
casket ?”
Then gazing sorrowfully at the young
man he put his mouth to a speaking tube
and asked—
“ Are any of the pressmen at hand !”
Very promptly through tho tin tube
came the reply—
“ Red Mike and Big Dan, sir.”
The would be correspondent started
up aghast, put his hat on, wrong side in
front, and buttoned the third button of
his coat into the second button hole ;
but the newspaper man, taking no more
notice of him than he would of a dead
head advertisement, breathed through
the tube—
“ Give ’em a quarter apiece and let
the:come hero. Tell them that there
is another one of those Philadelphia c n
tennial fellows here, and then puil in
a district telegraph boy and send for a
h< a se.’L
Before the last words were in the
speaking-tube the tails of an Ulster coat
sailed ouLof the private office, and a
nervous young man, after trying the
door of the coat room and diving in the
coal cioset, reached the counting-room
door, looked over his shoulder at two
brawy Milesians who had just descended
from some upper region, missed his
footing for a dozen stairs, accented his
descent with a heavy bump on the first
landing, and reached the street as the
editor wrote the last word of an article
on “the business outlook” and calmly
sent it whirling up the box to the com
posing room.
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DEMOCRATIC CANDIDATES TOR PRESI
DENT.
The N. Y. Herald presents the follow
in list of Democratic Centennial candi
dates for President:
1— Thoms F. Bayard, of Del-ware.
2 Samuel J. Tilden, of New York.
3 Allen G. Thurman, of Ohio.
4 David Davis, Illinois.
5 Thomas A. Hendricks, of Indiana.
6 Willian Allen, of Ohio.
7 Horatio Seymour, f New York.
8— Jeremiah S- Black, of Pennsylva
nia.
9S. nfordE. Church, of New York.
10— George B. McClellan, of New Jer
eey.
11— Michael C. Kerr, of Indiana.
12— Asa Packer, of Pennsylvania.
13— James E. English, of Connecticut.
The Herald says the average ability
of the whole list is equal to the average
of our Presidents for the last forty
years.
Belknap says, and probably with some
show of truth, that the initial steps in
the Fort Sill post tradership business
were taken by members of his family
without his knowledge, if this be so, the
case of the President is morally worse
than that of the Secretary of War, for
the former furnished his brother Orville
with the information necessary to enable
him to make money by peddling out
post traderships, the President knowing
the use his brother was to make of this
information. By the by, when the
Republicans were engaged in impeach
ing Andrew Johnson, how they would
have rejoiced to find facts in regard to
Johnson and a member of his family like
those brought out before Clymer’s com
mittee concerning the Grants.
[N. Y. Sun.
*, <s3> ♦
The fight is growing intensely bitter
in the Republican camp. It seems to be
decided that the Morton and Conkling
men will fight Blaine to the acrimonious
ultimate. It sounds unlikely, but it is
stated that, if the worst comes to the
worst, rather than go for Blaine, the New
York Conklinger3 will sail in for Bristow
against him.
“I stand upon the soil of freedom !”
cried a stump orator. “No,” exclaimed
his shoemaker ; “you stand in a pair of
boots that have never been paid for.”
Vol. IY.-No. 50.
FUN IN r IHE UNITED STATES SENATE.
In retreat, near this city, says Noah's
Sunday Times and Messenger, is ex
Senator Nye, or at least what remains of
his once brilliant intellect, genial quali
ties, and manly person Struck down
by a melancholy disease, beyond the
hope of recovery, he only awaits happy
release from earthly ills. And yet few,
if any, remember him ,oth r than with
the Kindliest feelings—when he is re
membered at all. Happening in the Sen
ate one day, we found Mr. Sumner giv
ing a historical account of the “first
blood shed” in the rebellion. Mr. Sum
ner stated that a negro citizen had been
beaten and maltreated by a mob at Alex
andria, had escaped from his persecu
tors, and fleeing to the capitol, told the
story of his wrongs. When he lifted the
cap'fromjhis head, “three drops of blood”
fell upon the marble floor! A discus
sion followed in reference to tlie services
of the volunteers in Washington who
enrolled themselves to protect tho capi
tal from invasion, in which Senators Nye
and W dlard Saulsbury, of Delaware par
ticipated.
“I was in "Washington at that trying
hour,” exclaimed Nye, “and enrolled my
self as a volunteer to defend tho capital
of the nation from the rebels who threat
ened its capture!”
“Did you fire a gun!” roared Saulsbury
from his seat, unable under the pressure
of circumstances to arise.
“No!” retorted Nye. “The rebels
didn’t come as wo expected. They dis
appointed us.”
“Then, Mr. President,” said Saulsbury,
with great gravity, “I wish to claim
equal credit with my friend from Neva
da. I, too, was present, and volunteer
ed on that memorable occasion.”
“Did you /ire a gun 1” demanded
Nye.
“No!” exclaimed Saulsbury, in thun
der tones, “I did not fire a gun ; but I
must remind the gallant Senator from
Nevada that, in the bloodiest battle in
which he was ever engaged, I was by his
side,”
The Senate fairly shrieked with laugh
ter, in which Nye and tho galleries
joined.
IDENTITY 0T THE DYNAMITE FIEND.
The official investigation of the dyna
mite explosion at Bremer haven develops
the following in regard to Thomas: That
his real name was Alexander Keith, Jr ;
that he was born in Halifax, N. S.; that
he harbored and aided blockade runners,
and became one bimself; that he ab
sconded from Halifax in 1864, with
$150,000 or $200,000 entrusted him by
the Confederates to buy provisions for
the Southern army. The report states
that the amount embezzled was equal to
the larger amount above mentioned, and
included $32,000 insurance on the
steamer Caledonia, which was lost at sea.
Keith subsequen ly lived in New York
as Alexander King Thompson, but liis
connections there are unknown. In 1865
he appeared at the Highland in posses
sion of SBO,OOO. He married there a
Miss Cecily, of Paris. A Confederate
Colonel named Smoot, whom he had de
frauded,.had him arrested and taken to
St Louis, when the matter was compro
mised. Fearing other prosecutiens, in
1866 Keith came to Europe with his
wife. No accessories to the Bremer
haven crime have been discovered. The
model submitted by Herr Fuchs i3 the
original work made to order for Keith
by the workman Rian. The report con
cludes b} r stating that the inquiries in
England are not yet definitely concluded.
“Pears to me you’ve got a putty
slim fire, Mirandv,” said a spindling
youth, tho other , night, as ho sat in
front of the fire-place by the side of
a buxom young girl who had no earthly
use for him. “Yes,” she said as she
wickedly looked at the floor behind him,
“its about all you and the fire cau do be
tween you to get up a respectable shad
ow.”
In conversation with a leading Sena
tor on Saturday, President Grant is ro
ported to have said: * I look forward to
the day when my term exp res as the
happiest day of my lifo.” Millions of his
fellow "citizens are “looking forward to
that day with the same pleasing antici
pation.
It is said now that Dana's appoint
ment as Minister to Great Britain will
be rejected by a majority of at least
thirteen It is rumored that E. W.
Stoughton will be the next nominee.
But it is not known where Grant found
this distinguished American, wdio is be
lieved to be no relation of the inventor
of Stoughton’s bitters.
“Class in the middle of geography,
stand up,” said a schoolmaster.
is a pyramid f ’ he asked. “A pile of
men iu a circus, one'on the top of the
other.” “Where’s Egypt?” “Where it
always was.” “Where is Wales?” “All
over the sea.” “Very well,” said the
schoolmaster, “stay there till I show you
a species of birch that grows all over
this country.”
An Irishman arriving in this country,
took a fancy to a yankee girl, and wrote
to his wife; Dear Norab, these melan
choly lines are to inform you that I died
yesterday, and hope you are enjoying
the same blessing. I recommend you
to marry Jerry O’Rourke, and take care
of the children. From your affection
ate husband till death.
NEWSPAPERS.
“I’m too poor to take a paper.” If
you are too poor to take a paper, you •
should be indicted by the Grand. Jury
for obtaining a family under false pre
tences. Southerners are not as reliable
newspaper supporters as they should or
could be, for, in fact, few country
families take the newspapers. Travel
through the country from Baton Rouge
to Richmond, and in nineteen of twenty
of the unpainted, ill located, and nncom
tollable dwellings on the roadside, you
will find neither newspapers nor any
traces of one ever having been there.
The husband knows nothing about mar
kets except a few items that ho picks up
at the countryjstore. The wife is ignor
ant, and becauso she is denied the gen
eral information, derivable from news
papers, she descends in the scale, and
becomes a newsmanager, filled with
superstitious ideas and neighborhood
scandal. The children grow up ignor
ant, with no ambition to push abend in
life. They know nothing about the
world they live in, and care less. Stop
at any neatly painted house, situated in a
grovo of trees with vines on the porch
and a paling in front, and on the tables,
in the corners, and in the hall, you will
find the local papers, and the weeklies of
the nearest , large city, the Southern
Cultivator, Southern Euralist, Ameri
can Agriculturist, or some other valuable
agricultural journal. Tho proprietor is
as well posted about the pi ices of cot
ton, grain, or stock, as any travelling
speculator. He does not depend upon
tho local politician for his political ideas
nor upon luck for a good crop. His
wife has a wider scope for her mind’s
employment than neighborhood scandal,
and the children grow up ambitious to
succeed in life, and (warned of tho
tricks, evils, and quicksand of tho
world) generally press onward and up
ward into tho front ranks.
If the country preachers would labor
to circulate the nearest local newspaper,
tho usual Sunday morning’s gossip,
slander, and general conversation upon
the church green and steps would cease,
and their community become more intel
ligent. The local newspaper in a family
is read; Baxter’s Saints, Rest, and books
of like character, if read would do per
haps more good, but where there is no
ne vspipcrs, it is not likely that any one
of the family will read books, particular
ly religious books. “Whitewash on tho
wall, honeysuckle over the porch, and a
newspaper in tho hall,” and the charac
ter and standing of the family is evident
to tho passing stranger.—Exchange.
Army Mules Buried as Federal Sol
diers. —The revolting frauds in connec
tion with the placing of kead-stones
over tho soldiers’ graves in the national
cemeteries is confirmed by Franklin
Warren, of Cromwell, Conn, who, last
year,* had a sub contract for setting
head-stones at tho graves of Union sol
.diers in* Louisiana. There were several
thousand of them- He was to put up
marble head-stones, six inches square
and two and a half feet in length, setting
them two feet in tho ground. He used
a large auger-like instrument to make
the holes. He was given the lines of
tho heads of the graves by a government
engineer. But he found that tho graves
were irregular, and in boring he fre
quently struck coffins and bodies or
bones. They were just under the surface,
not so deep as he was required to dig.
In striking these bones it was necessary
to cut through them, and in this work ho
found that many of them were the legs
of mules, or parts of mule carcasses.
The contractors, who had received S2O
per body for burying the soldiers in reg
ular order, had used the hones of mules,
as well as those of soldiers, to swell their
income, and had made every mule go as
far as possible, receiving from the gov
ernment, of course S2O for each mule
leg put into a coffin and buried.—Wash
ington Special to the Springfield Repub
lican.
* A RECOMMENDATION.
"When Justice Potter reached his of
fice yesterday morning a man about
forty years of age and decidedly old
fashioned in look was there waiting fol
ium. Ho talked about the weather for
awhile, and then remarked :
“A man down here on Larned street
sent mo here to you, saying that you
could recommend me to soma nice-look
ing widow.”
The court had become used to such
applications, and without betraying any
surprise, lie gavo tho stranger written
directions to find a wid >w who lives in
the northern part of the city. The man
went away, but returned in the course
of two hours, one eye growing black
and blue, a scratch on his nose, a torn
coat collar, and a generally unsettled
look. He sat down, pulled up his pant
leg to exhibit tho marks of a dog bite,
pointed to his black eye, and grimly ob
served :
“I believe you recommended me to a
widow ?”
“Yes.”
“But she didn’t want to marry—didn’t
seem to care anything about the holy
bonds of wedlock!”
“I didn't think she would!” sighed
his honor, as he turned to his law books
again.
The stranger looked at him for five
or six minutes, at and then went out with
out another word.—[Dt. Free Press.
General Gartrell, of Atlanta, has re
ceived a telegram from Hon. B. H. Hill,
saying that the President will pardon
all .past offenses by citizens of North
Georgia against tho revenue laws of tho
United States, provided the District
Judgo and District Attorney do not ob
ject. Judge Erskino and District At
torney Farrow have stated that they
have no objection to interpose to such
action by the President-
♦ -
“Wlmt’s usee play poker,” remarked
an almond-eyed denizen of Tucson, Nev.,
the other day. “Me hold four klings and
lace; Melican man hold all same tirno
four laces and a kling; whole week
washee gone bkee woodbine."
