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Attorney at Law,
AMERICUS, GA.
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B. P. HOLLIS
Attorney at Law .
AMERICUS, GA.
Office, Forsytli Street, in National Bank
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E. G SIMMONS,
Attorney at Law ,
a AMERICUS GA.,
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J. A. ANSLEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND SOLICITOR IN EQUITY,
Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’
Clothing Store, Americus, Ga.
After a brief respite 1 return again to the
practice of law. As in the past it will be
my earnest purpose to represent my clients
faithfully and look to their interests. The
commercial practice will receive close atten
tion and remittances promptly made. The
Equity practice, and cases involving titles of
land and real estate are my favorites. Will
practice in the Courts of Southwest Georgia,
the Supreme Court and the United States
Courts. Thankful to my friends for their
patronage. Fees moderate. novlltf
CARD.”
I offer my professional services again to the
good people of Americus. After thirty years’
of medical service, I have found It difficult
to withdraw entirely. Office next door to
Dr. Eldridge’s drugstore, on the Square
janl7tf R. C. BLACK, M. D.
Dp. D. P. HOLLOWAY,
DentisT,
Americus, ... Georgia
Treats successfully all diseasesof the Den
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method, and inserts artificial teeth on the
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Commercial Hotel,
G. M. HAT, Proprietor.
This popular House is quite new and
handsomely furnished with new furniture,
bedding and all other articles. It is in the
centre of the business portion of the city,
convenient to depot, the banks, warehouses,
Ac., and enjoys a fine reputation, second to
none, among its permanent and transient
guests, on account of the excellence of its
cuisine.
Table Boarders Accommodated on
Reasonable Terms. .
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Yangemcnt of Liver, Bowels and Kidneys.
6YMPTOM3 OF A DISEASED LIVER.
Bad Breath; Pain in the Side, sometimes the
pain is felt under the Shoulder-blade, mistaken for
Rheumatismgeneral loss of appetite; Bowels
generally costive, sometimes alternating with lax;
the head is troubled with pain, is dull and heavy,
with considerable loss of memory, accompanied
with a painful sensation of leaving undone something
which ought to have been done; a slight, dry cougn
and flushed face is sometimes an attendant, often
mistaken for consumption; the patient complains
of weariness and debility; nervous, easily startled;
feet cold or burning, sometimes a prickly sensation
of the skin exists; spirits are low and despondent,
and, although satisfied that exercise would he bene
ficial, yet one can hardly summon up fortitude to
try it—in fact, distrusts every remedy. Several
of the above symptoms at tend the disease, but cases
have occurred wnen but few of them existed, yet
examination after death l\ps shown the Liver to
have been extensively deranged.
It should be used by all persons, old and
young, whenever any of the above
symptoms appear.
Persons Traveling or Living in Un
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Quinine, without any of the injurious after effects.
A Governor’s Testimony.
Simmons Liver Regulator has becn4n use in my
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valuable addition to the medical science.
J. Gill Shorter, Governor of Ala.
Hon. Alexander H. Stephens, of Ga.,
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Simmons Liver Regulator, and wish to give it a
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“The only Thing that never fails to
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pepsia, Liver Affection and Debility, but never
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P. M. Janney, Minneapolis, Minn.
T. W. Mason says; From actual ex
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my practice I have been and am satisfied to use
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AMERICUS, GEORGIA, SATURDAY MAY 26, 1883.
TABERNACLE SERMONS.
BY BEY. T. DeWITT TALMAGE
[The Sermons of Dr. Talmage are publish
ed in pamphlet form by Geo. A. Sparks,
48 Bible House, New York. A number
containing 20 Sermons is issued every
three months. Price 30 cents, $1 per an
num],
THE LACHRYMAL,.
Put thou my tears into thy bottle;”—Psalms
Ivi., 8.
Within the past century traveller and
antiquarians have explored the ruins
of ancient cities, and from the very
heart of the buried splendor they have
brought up evidence of customs long
ago vanished from the earth. From
some of those tombs they have brought
up lachrymatories or lachrymals, which
are vials made of earthenware. The
tears wept over the dead were caught
and kept in this vial, or lachrymatory,
or lachrymal, or bottle, and then the
bottle was placed in the tomb of the
dead. There are in our museums to
day, if you will search for them, many
specimens of these tear bottles of olden
times. Now, my text intimates that
God has an intimate acquaintance with
and a tender remembrance of all our
griefs—a vial, a lachrymatory, a lach
rymal, a bottle in which He keeps all
our tears. But say you, “Why talk
about grief on a bright Sabbath day
like this, and in a year the most pros
perous in American history?” Other
national prosperity built on fictions,
vast wealth reaped from the distresses
of war, but our wealth founded upon
great harvests and the best condition
of American finances. Joy in city
mansion and mountain cabin. Joy of
lumbermen of Maine shoving their
rafts out on the water. Joy of emigrant
on the vast prairie. Joy on the north
of us, on the south of us, on the east of
us, on the west of us. Why preach
about grief? Ah! the world is full of
pang. There are great darkness of
soul that need this morning to be lift
ed. I stand before some who are about
to break under temptation or trouble,
and unless some encouraging word this
day be uttered they perish forever. I
come on no fool’s errand. Ido not put
upon your wounds any salve compound
ed by human quackery, but 1 press
straight to the mark, and as one vessel,
so I cry to you to-day, “Ship ahoy!”
and I invite you on board a craft which
has Faith for a rudder and Prayer for
sails, and Christ for captain and heav
en for harbor. Catherine Rheinfeldt,
has saved a great many from drowning.
When the storm comes down on the
sea and on the beach, and others retire
to their couches at night to rest, Cath
erine Rheinfeldt puts out in a lifeboat,
going up and down the beach to see if
there are any sailors in distress; and it
is said literally she has brought hun
dreds and hundreds out of shipwrecks
to the shore of safety. So to-day 1
put out in this Gospel lifeboat and ask
that God may help me while I try to
bring some of you who may be sinking
in the waves of trouble, or sin, or dark
ness to the Rock of Ages and the shore
of safety. The tears that were brought
up in the lachrymals of Herculaneum
and pompeii have all gone, and those
bottles are as dry as the scoria of the
volcano that submerged them; but not
so with the bottle in which God gath
ers all our tears. So it is not mere
soft Bentiment, it is not only a poetic
idea, but it is a deep and an earnest
expression of hundreds of people here
who have had misfortune, or trial, or
loss, or bereavement, when they cry
out, saying, “Put thou my tears in
thy bottle.”
First, I remark that God has an in
timate acquaintance with and a tender
remembrance of all tears of repentance.
This morning many a man awaked
wretched from the night’s debauch,
and he wept and he sobbed—pains in
the head, aching in the eye, sick at the
heart, unfit to step out into the sun
light; but all that weeping gets no rec
ord in heaven. He does not weep be
cause of his misdoings. Of all the
millions of tears that have rushed forth
under such circumstances, not one ever
got into God’s bottle; but when a man
sorry for his evil way and tries to do
better, and out of the lacerations of an
aroused conscience cries to God for
mercy, then God listens, then heaven
bows down, then sceptres of pardon are
extended from the throne, then the bit
ter cry rends the heart of heavenly
compassion, then the tears are gathered
into God’s bottle. You have all heard
of the story of Paradise and the Peri.
I think it might come to a better
adaptation. An angel went forth from
heaven and searched all the earth to
find some beautiful thing worthy of
celestial transportation. That angel
went down to the gold and silver mines
of the earth, yet found nothing worthy
of carrying back to God and to heaven.
And then the angel went down to the
depths of the sea and examined all the
pearls that lay there, but not one ot
them was fit to take to heaven, and
the angel utterly discouraged and de
spairing, stood at the foot of a moun
tain and folded its wing, when looking
a little way off it saw a wanderer weep
ing over his evil ways, and as the tears
were falling down the cheek of that
wanderer the angel thrust its wing un
der the falling tear and captured it,
and then sped away toward the sky,
and as God saw the angel flying heav
enward with that tear upon tho wing,
For Dyspepsia,
Costive ness,
Headache,
Chronic Diar
rhoea, Jaundice, '
Impurity of the
Blood, Fever and
I Ague, Malaria,
and all Diseases
caused by De-
God cried out, “Behold the brightest
jewel of heaven, the tear of a sinner’s
repentance.” Oh, when I see the sheph
erd bringing a lost sheep back from the
wilderness, when I hear the quick tread
of a ragged prodigal coming to his
father’s house, when I see the siu-burn
ed and passion-blasted and the wretch
ed and the vile appealing for God’s
compassion, then 1 break forth into
ecstacy and triumph, and I cry, “More
tears for God’s bottle !” I remember
only one or two lines of the old hymn
which says:
Or sins like mountains for their size,
The seas of sovereign grace expand,
The seas of sovereign grace arise.
Oh, murderer, come hack to thy God.
That falling tear will not drop on the
cheek; it will not drop on your hand;
it will not drop into the bottle where
God keeps all our tears. Blessed be
His glorious name forever.
Again, God has an intimate ac
quaintance with and a tender remem
brance of all sickness. How many of
you are perfectly well ? Not one out
of ten. The whole race is smitten with
ailments—troubles to which you are
particularly subjected—distress of head,
or aching of the side, or trepidation of
the heart. There is a weariness and a
weakness sometimes to which we are
subjected. There is not more than one
person out of ten that is perfectly well
Perhaps you get no sympathy for your
sufferings. Perhaps you look stout
and well and they say you are a hy
pochondriac, or they try to explain it
by saying you are nervous. God help
the man or woman who is nervous
You have not very great physical
strength,perhaps. You have been borne
down by sufferings of other days, and
you feel that one stout blow Would
shatter the golden bowl of life and
break the pitcher at thefountain. Well,
sometimes you sit sick and lonely and
think no one cares for you. Ah ! God
does. God knows all the sleepless
nights. God has measured all the
pangs, God is fully aware of all your
distresses, and God sympathizes, and
God cares, and God comtorts, and God
compassionates. Though when you
take up the vial of medicine and try to
pour it out and to count the drops, in
your weakness your hand may be so
tremulous you cannot get just the right
number of drops, God counts all your
falling tears. There is not one tear too
many; not one tear too lew\ And look
ing up on the shelves of nauseous
draughts and distasteful tonics, I want
you to remember that there is a larger
vial, a larger bottle, not filled with
mixture of earthly apothecary, but
the bottle in which God gathers
all our tears. Ah ! blessed is that pil
low over which Jesus hovers.
Again I remark, that God has an
intimate acquaintance with and a ten
der remembrance of all poverty. Much
of the world’s want does not come to
inspection. Deacons of the church do
not see it, controllers of almshouses
never report it. People who prefer to
suffer and to die in silence rather than
to display their poverty and their bit
terness. Parents who fail to get a live
lihood, so they with their children dwell
in perpetual privation. Sewing wo
men who cannot ply the needle fast
enough to earn shelter and
Sorrow and privation and woe huger
than a camel going through the eye of
their needle. But. whether reported
or uncomplaining, whether in seeming
ly comfortable parlor or in damp cel
lar or in hot garret, the angels of God
watch. All those griefs are being col
lected. Down in the back street, away
off amid shanties and log huts, angels
of God are watching. Tears of want
seething in summer’s heat, tears of
want freezing* in winter’s cold, fall not
unheeded. They are pledges of divine
sympathy. They are tears of God’s
bottle. When some years ago a city
missionary was- crossing one of the
parks in New York on the Sabbath
day, he said to a lad: “What are yon
doing here breaking the Lord’s day ?
You ought to be at church and wor
shipping God instead of breaking the
Sabbath in this way.” When the
poor lad in his rags looked up at the
city missionary and said: “Oh, sir,
it’s very easy for you to talk that way,
but God knows that we poor chaps
ain’t got no chance.” Oh, that the
tears of all the poor might drop into
God’s bottle.
My subject also leads me to say that
God has an intimate acquaintance with
and a tender remembrance of all our
parental anxiety. *Yon sometimes see
a man step right out from the most in
famous surroundings into the kingdom
of God. You say; “That is not logi
cal; that man has not heard a sermon
in twenty years; that man has not had
any alarming providence; why is it he
steps right out from the most debased
surroundings into the kingdom of
God?” This is the secret: God one
day looks at the bottle in which He
keeps the tears of His dear children,
and he finds there a parental tear which
for forty years has been unanswered,
and He says: “Go to now, and I will
answer that tear.” Quick as light
ning to the heart of that debased and
wandering man comes the influence of
the Holy Ghost, and be steps out of
his sin into the light of the Gospel.
Oh, this work of training children for
God and for heaven is a tremendous
work. I know there are a great many
people who have not been called tp pa
rental responsibility who have a very
complete idea about domestic discip
line. They know how children ought
to be trained! But to every intelli
gent parent it is a tremendous question.
Now, there is a little child, and it is a
beautiful plaything. It lies in the
mother’s arms. She looks down into
its bright eyes and she examines the
dimples on its feet, and she says:
“What an exquisite organism.” Beau
tiful plaything that child is. But one
night while that mother is rocking
that child asleep, a voice drops straight
from the throne of God, saying: “Do
you know what you are rocking? That
is an immortal.” Stars shall die, but
that is an immortal. The sun will
die of oid age, but that is immortal.
With some of you this is the chief anx
iety. You try to train your children
aright. You correct this folly, you
chide that worldliness, and your mid-
night pillow is wet with weeping in
parental anxiebf; and you ask me to
day, you ask me in silence, but I hear
tho question coming up from hundreds
of souls: “Is all this wssted? arc my
prayers going to be heard? is all this
solicitude for nothing?” 1 answer no.
God has counted all the sleepless
nights. God has heard all the coun
sels you ever gave that boy or that
girl in your household. God knows it
all, and He has kept a record, and in
lachrymal—not such as is taken up
from ancient sepulchres but in lachry
mal that stands on His eternal throne—
He has gathered all those exhausting
tears. The grass may be rank on your
grave, and the letters may have faded
from the tomb-stone under the dash of
the elements, but He who has said, “1
will be a god to thee and to thy seed
after thee,” will not forget, and some
day in heaven, while you are ranging
the fields of light, the gates of pearl
will open, and garlanded with glory
that wonderer will rush into your out
stretched arms of welcome and tri
umph. The hills may depart, and the
stars may fall,and the world may burn,
and time will perish, but God will
never break His oath—never, never!
Once more I remark that God has an
intimate acquaintance with and a ten
der remembrance of all bereavements.
Now, that is a trouble which takes the
red hearts and throws them like clus
ters into the winepress. Trouble at
the store you can leave at the store,
misrepresentation and abuse you can
leave in the street where yon find them,
the lawsuit which damages your estate
you can leave in the court room; but
bereavements are home trouble —you
cannot get away from them. \out
eyes will see the vacant chair, will see
the suggestive picture. You try to fly
away from the ills, from the remem
brance of bereavements. You go to
Switzerland, but more sure-footed than
the mule that carries you up the Alps,
they climb to the tip top and sit shiv
ering on the glaciers. You cross the
sea. Yon think you get far away
from them, but they are swifter than
clipper ship or merchantman. You
take caravan and you push out across
the Arabian desert, but they follow
yon like a simoon armed with suffoca
tion. Yon plunge into the Mammoth
Cave and you find them like stalacti
ties hanging from the top of the great
cavern, They come up behind you
with skeleton fingers and they push
you forward. They stand before you
and they push you back. They run
upon you like reckless horsemen. They
charge on you with glittering spear.
They seem to comeat haphazarl, scat
tering shots from the gun of a reckless
sportsman. Ah! no, no. It is a good
aim that sends them in the right way,
for God is the archer. This coming
summer you will have your grief fresh
stirred by going among places where
your loved ones once were with you;
but they are gone now. Your grief
will come quick as lightning express
train as you go to the seashore or to
the mountains. But I want to tell you
once for all that God knows your weep
ing. You come along by some hill
and say: “This is the hill up which our
boy used to run with great glee, wav
ing his cap at the top.” “Oh!” you
will say, “this is the place where our
girl gathered flowers out of the mea
dow and wove them into her sunny
locks. Oh, who was it that broke
that chalice ? Who was it that
dashed out that light? Who was it
that froze the fountain of my heart?”
Perhaps during thq past few months
some of you have lost your aged pa
rents. They will never pray for you
again. Oh, how you would like f to
have that kindness again which used
to look out from their old wrinkled fa
ces and speak to you in tremulous
tones. You take up a picture of them
and say it is a good picture, but after
all it does not satisfy. You would
like to hear once again the tones of the
parental voice which always talked to
you as though you were a child, though
for a long time you yourself had been a
parent. God knows it all. There is
not a tear dropping in all these cities
this moment but God hears it—God
knows it. He sees the empty cradle.
He sees the desolated heart, and I hear
him saying, “This is the way I thresh
the wheat, this is the way I scour my
jewels. Cast thy burden on my arm
and I will sustain thee. All those
tears lam gathering in my bottle.”
But you say; “Why keep in heaven
the tears of earth? Why that great
lachrymatory on the throne of God?
Well, my friends, I do not know that
the tears will always stay there. Ido
not know but that after a while some
angel passing along will look at that
great lachrymatory of heaven and find
it empty. What sprite of hell hath
broken into the gates and robbed that
place of its jewels? This is the sec
ret: Those were sanctified sorrows,
and those tears have been changed into
pearls, and now they adorn the coro
nets and the robes of the ransomed. I
take up some coronet of light and I see
gems sparkling in it and say, “From
what river depth of heaven did these
jewels come?” and a thousand voices
answer, “These are transmitted tears
from God’s bottle.” Then I see a
sceptre stretched down from the throne
of men who were trodden on hy earth,
and I see on every sceptre point,’ and I
see inlaid in the ivory stair of the gol
den thaons some very bright jewels,
and I say “Whence came them? whence
came them?” and the elders from be
fore the throne and the martyrs under
the altar coming up and standing on
the sea of glass, cry in ecstacy, “These
are the transmuted tears from God’s
bottle,” Let the ages of heaven roll
on. All the pomp and pride of earth
forgotten; the Kohinoor diamonds that
were the pride of kings forgotten; prec
ious stones that adorned Persian tiara
or flamed in the robes of Babylonian
processions iorgotten; the Golconda
mines charred in the conflagration, but
firm as the everlasting hills, and pure
as the light that streams from the
throne, and bright as the river that
flows from under the eternal rocks, are
the transmuted tears of God’s bottle.
Let that mighty lachrymatory stand
forever on the steps of heaven, or the
steps of the throne. Let no hand touch
it. Let no wing strike it. Purer than
beryl or chrysoprasus, let it stand on
the step of Jehovah’s throne, and un
der the arch of the unfading rainbow.
Passing down the corridor of the palace,
the redeemed of earth will look at it
and think of their earthly sorrows
sanctified, and say, “Why, that is
what we heard of on earth; that is what
the Psalmist spoke of; there is where
our tears were kept; that is God’s bot
tle.” And while the redeemed of
heaven are gazing on this richest in
laid vase in glory, all the towers of
heaven will strike this silver chime:
‘‘God hath wiped away all tears from
all faces. God hath wiped away all
tears from all faces !”
That Bad Boy. *
THE TRICK (IF. I'LAVEI) ON HIS PA IS
CHICAOO.
(Peck’s Sun.)
“When pa and 1 got to Chicago,”
said the bad boy “we walked around
town all day, and went to the stores,
and at night pa was offul tired, and ho
put me to bed in the tavern and went
out to walk around and get rested. I
wasn’t tired, and I walked around the
hotel. I thought pa had gone to the
theatre, and that made me mad, and I
thought 1 would play him for all I was
worth. Our room was 210 and the
next room was 212, and there was an
old maid, with a Scotch terrier occu
pied 212. I saw her twice and she
called rne names, cause she thought I
wanted to steal her dog.—That made
me mad at her, and so I took my jack
knife and drew the tacks out of the tin
thing that the numbers were painted
on, and put the old maid’s number on
onr door and our number on her door,
and then I went to bed. I tried to
keep awake, so as to help pa if he had
any difficulty, but I rather guess I got
asleep, but woke up when* the dog
barked. If the dog had not woke me
up the woman’s screams would, and if
hadn’t pa would. You see pa came
home from the theatre about 12, and
he had been drinking. He says every
body drinks when they go to Chicago
even the minister. Pa looked at the
numbers all along the hall till he found
210, and walked right in and pulled
off his coat and threw it on the lounge
where the dog was. The old maid
was asleep, but the dog barked, and
pa said, “That cussed boy has bought
a dog !” and he kicked the dog and the
maid woke up and said, ‘What is the
matter, pet?’ Pa laffed and said,
‘Nuthin’ the mazzer with me pet,’and
then you ought to have heard the yell
ing. The old maid covered her head
and kicked and yelled, and the dog
snarled and hit pa on the pants, and
pa had his vest off and his suspenders
unbuttoned, and he got seared and took
his coat and vest and went out in
the hall, and I opened our door and
told pa he was in the wrong room and
I knowed it, ami he came in our room
and I locked the door, and the bell
boy, and the porter, and the clerk came
up to see what ailed the old maid, and
she said a burglar got in her room, and
they found pa’s hat on the lounge, and
they took it and told her to be quiet
and they would find the burglar. Pa
was so scared that he sweat like every
thing, and the bed was offul warm,
and he pretended to go to sleep, but he
was wondering how he would get his
hat back. In the morning I told him
it would be hard work to explain it to
ma how he happened to get into the
wrong room, and he said it wasn’t nec
essary to say anything about it to
ma. Then he gave me $5 to go out
and buy him anew hat, and he said I
might keep the change if I would not
mention it when I got home, and 1 got
him one for ten shillings, and we took
the 8 o’clock train in the morning and
came home, and I s’pose -the Chicago
detectives are trying to fit pa’s hat
onto a burglar. Pa seemed offully re -
lieved when we got across the State
line into Wisconsin. But you'd a died
to see him come out of that old lady’s
room, with his coat and vest on his
arm, and his suspenders hanging down,
looking scart. He dasent lick me any
more, or I’ll tell ma where pa left his
hat.”
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NO. 70.
REV'. THOMAS BATTLE.
Df.ath of a Man w-ho has lived under
evert President of the United
States—Probably the oldest Min
ister in the Union—Living to see
his Grandchildren’s Grandchil
dren.
Monroe Advertiser.
Last Wednesday witnessed the death
of a noble man in Monroe county Rev.
riiomas Battle. He had been com
plaining a little for several days, but
was not considered in a critical condi
tion until the Sunday before his death.
Then it was seen that his long and
useful life was drawing to a close.
There was apparently nothing painful
in his condition. Just before his death,
he was asked if he felt that all was
well with his soul, and if he felt wil
ling to depart. He made no reply. The
question was repeated, with the further
remark: “If you can’t speak, lef us
know by a pressure of the hand.”
With a firm, close pressure, he grasped
the hand that was in his, at the same
time a beautiful smile broke over his
placid features; and by these tokens
those that stood by knew that all was
well with his soul.
And why should it not have been ?
He had trusted God and served him all
his long life, and those who so trust
and serve are never left comfortless. A
short time after this his spirit passed
away. It was like a child falling
asleep in its mother’s arm; there was
no struggle, no sign of suffering—so
gentle was the change from life to
death that the watchers did not know
when the one ended and the other began.
If there was one marked feature of his
life, it was his religion. It was as such
a part of him and as marked a charac
teristic as his complexion or his stature.
This is shown by an entry on the fami
ly record, made by himself opposite his
own name: “Born August 14th, 1786.
Born the second time August 25th,
1819.” This “second birth” was re
markable, and we shall have more to
say of it hereafter.
Mr. Battle was born in North Caro
lina on the 14th day of August, 1789.
At the age of seventeen he removed to
Warren county, Ga., where he lived
several years. A few months before
he reached his twenty-second year—
namely, on the 17th ot April, 1808, he
married Miss Polly Baker, of Warren
county. She was a devoted wife and
walked by his side fifty years,fulfilling
in the highest degree the noble mission
of wife and mother. They had thir
teen children, five of whom have pass
ed over the river, and eight still sur
vive—the youngest of whom is about
forty-nine years of age.
Dnring his residence in Warren
county —on the 25th of August, 1819
—he was converted under the preach
ing of Bishop James O. Andrew. The
next year—as appears from an entry
on one of his books, he began preach
ing, but his license as an elder in tho
Methodist Episcopal church was not
obtained till September 22, 1833, This
license was granted by Bishop Andrew,
at Monroe camp meeting. He never
was an itinerant preacher, we believe,
but did efficient service for many years
as a local preacher, having regular ap
pointments.
He held the office of sheriff of War
ren county, and has said, with pardon
able pride that he was never ruled for
money. He kept a bound volume of
the Augusta Chronicle, form the year
1811, in which the legal sales of his
county were published—which is still
in a good state of preservation.
From Warren county, he moved to
Jefferson eounty, Ala. Remaining
there two years, he moved to Forsyth,
Ga., in 1825. From Forsyth he moved
to the place where Mr. Joseph Gray now
lives, and from thereto the place where
he died, in 1830. The house in which
he died was built by him that year,
and he has resided in it ever since. It
was an ideal old-fashioned country
home. By his untiring industry and
his skill as a farmer, his “grounds”
were induced to “bring forth plentiful
ly;” he had abundance of this world’s
goods; but unlike the rich man of
scripture, he did not set his heart on
them, but laid up his treasure in
heaven.
Few men live ns long as he did.
Born in 1786, he lived during the ad
ministration of every president of the
United States. He saw his descendants
grow to the number of 400; among
them were three grandchildren of his
grandchildren—one of whom we saw
standing at the head of his coffin while
the burial service was read. He was
probably the oldest preacher in the
United States.
A score of yesra ago, he chose Rev.
Wesley F. Smith to preach his fune
ral sermon, and stipulated that the
text should he: “Few and evil have
been the days of the years of thy ser
vant.” Lately we understand, he
wanted added to the text the following:
“Though he slay me. yet will I trust
in him.” The funeral sermon will be
preached by Rev. Mr. Smith, as desir
ed on the first Sunday in Jnne, at Mt.
Zion church. Wc have more to say,
but must wait till next week.
Winston, Forsyth Cos., N. C.
Gents— l desire to express to you
my thanks for your wonderful Hop
Bitters. I was troubled with dispep
siafor five years previous to com
mencing the use of your Hop Bitters
some six months ago. My cure hap
been wonderful. I am pastor of the
First Methodist Church of this place,
and my whole congregationcan testify
to the great virtues of your Bitten.
Very respectfully,
I Rev. H. Ferebbi.