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THE -SEYM-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN.
i:vC'AULI*IIS:t) I K 1854, [
Sv CHAS. W. HANCOCK, j
VOL. 18.
Charles F. Crisp;
.lltorney at Law .
AMERICUS, GA.
declGtf
B. P. HOLLIS,
•Attorney at Law
AMEBTCUS, GA.
Office, Forsyth Street, in National Hank
building. dec2otf
E. G. SIMMONS.
• tit or new at Law*,
AMERICUS GA.,
Office in Hawkins’ building, south side of
Lamar Street, in tlie old office of Fort &
Siinmon3. janOtf
W. E. McCRORY,
ATTORNEY AT L '\W,
Ellaville, Ga.
Collections a specialty. Charges reason
able and none unless collections are made.
apr2o-wly
.1. A. ANSLEV.
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AM> SOLICITOR IN EQUITY,
Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’
Clothing Store, Americus, Ga.
After a brief respite I 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.
1 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 It. O. BLACK, M. I).
Dr. J. A. FORT,
Physician an3 Surgeon,
Offers his professional services to the
people of Americus and vicinity. Office at
L)r. Eldridge’s Drug Store. At night can
be found at residence at the Taylor house,
on Lamar street.
Calls will receive prompt attention.
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Mrs. M. T. Elam
Has a Large Lot of
Buttons
Ol - various styles and qualities,
which she will sell at
5 Cents per Dozen.
Americus, Ga., June 2, 1883.
How Many Miles Go You Drive l
Tlio
Odometer
Will Toll.
This instrument is no larger than a watch.
It tellstiiiTexact number of miles driven to
the l-lOOth part'of a mile; counts up to 1,000
miles; water and dust tight; always in order;
saves horses from being over-driven; is
easily attached to the wheel of a Muggy,
Carriuffe, Sulky, Wagon, iloitii Carl,
Sulky Plow, Reaper, Mower, or other
vehicle. Invaluable to Liverymen, Pleas
uTtE Drivers, Physicians, Farmers, Sur
veyors, Draymen, Expressmen, stage
Owners, <&c. Price only #5.00 each, one
third the price of any other Odometer.
When ordering give diameter of the wheel.
Sent by mail oil receipt of price, post-paid.
Address
MCDONNELL OHOTII’.TI.II CO.,
8 North l,a Salic St., Chicago.
I37“Send for circular. .ful2s-w3m
*|jpj
I-on Levers. Steal B*rln*s. Drass TARC BEAM. B a
JONEM, UK PAYS THE FKEIOUT. ■ ji\
Sold on trial. Warrant* 6 years. All ilzes aa low. ■ tig
Vor free book, address B
JONES OF BINBHAMTON, JSXS&kfrW
BISGUiSTOX, H.
Administrator’s Sale.
By virtue of an order from the Court of
Ordinary of Sumter County, will be sold at
public outcry, betweon the hours of ten a.
m. and four p. in., on the first Tuesday in
October 1883, the following real estate, be
longing to the estate of Geo. F. Cooper, de
ceased. The house and lot on south side of
College street in Americus, known as the
late residence of Dr. Cooper. The house
contains six rooms and the lot contains about
four acres. Stable, kitchen and all neces
sary outbuildings on the premises. The loca
tion is very desirable. Sold for the benefit
of the heirs and creditors. Terms cash.
W. J. DIBBLE, Administrator.
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MR. SHAW is now in the Northern markets, niircliasing his
FA LL and WIN TE R STOCK of
SB ® jpr iwoofi.!i,
NOTIONS, CLOTHING,
8888 lino 000 . TTTTT ssss
BBOO’ O O T s
8888 O 0 0 o T SSSS
B BO <> O o ’!' S
8888 000 000 T SSSS'
SSSS li ii 000 F.EICEK ssss
Si! HO OH s
AND SSSS IIIIIfH 0 O KKH SSSS
S H HO OH S
SSSS i! H 000 EE ELK SSSS
j
We must have room for these NEW GOODS, and we must
have Money to pay for them. If you want
Bargain* !
Bargains!
Bargains !
IN
Ladies’ Hats, Parasols, Linen Lawns.
Figured Piques, iuslins,
: and other SUMMER GOODS, call early, an
We are Offering Them Without Regard to Former
Prices!
! Gan be had CHEAP for the CASH!
ffi W TST n A W iAW,
Nobby and Nice, at “Rock Bottom” prices, and no mistake.
©IF® Ewmw%
(Laundried and TJnlaundried), is conceded to be
THE BEST SHIRT IN THE MARKET !
In the BOOT AND SHOE DEPARTMENT, we are pre
pared to give the best values ever offered in this market.
k'M is dimply lows, and last is Mmi
It is impossible for us to specify all tlie bargains we are now
offering, and you will never know how much you have missed
unless you give us a call and inspect our goods and learn our
prices. Thin we cordially invite you to do.
JOHN R. SHAW’S,
Forsyth Street . Americas Ga,
INDEPENDENT IN POLITins, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS.
AMERICUS, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1883.
SCEGFULA
a.ol ail Aiseiiscs, Sorts, i->ygi|>e~
l.i . INvamigi, mok'lie, King worm, Tu
mors. Cnrbnm’lri*. Boils. and Kruptioits
of tl:w .'Skin, aro tlu* ilavt result of .- , t .
Diit.t.n state of liuj blood.
Id tiivse diseases the blood im.sj
imm iiie-i, phi l restored to a healthy ami na
- - I 21 c ‘ AVER’S SARSAPARILLA iuiS
■ • • i - g .. . years been rctbgiiizeo by er.ii
i; 1.1 liii -iicßl auMir.iities as the mo-t jo\v
• ■ ri;.i ii o;ni |,uiili,’. iu existence. Ji fires
(i :.i ir on ail foul humors, eilrkd.es
o'.-! >:reughoiis the Motxl,removes all trace*
oi uioivurip.i i •’ tint-iit. and proves itse!t .1
eotpjihu- >i al! scrofulous diseases.
A sit Care of Scrofulous Sores.
“ i;i"idl.s ngo I was troubled with
scrofulou.- . milmtbi on my legs. The
limbs were. !•, .•. - .voilen and inflamed, ami
the .-oivs n- ..:. yd large quantities <•(
offensive mailer. Every remedy 1 tried
failed, until 1 u.-ed Ayer's saksaYajulla,
of wliich I have now taken three bottles,
with tlie result that the sores are healed,
and my general health greatly improved.
1 feel very grateful for the good your
Ilskuold.d bus done me.
Yours respectfully, Mrs. Ann O’Brian.’*
148 Sullivan St., Now York, June 24,1882.
C3P* All persons interested avo invited
to call on Mrs. O’lVriati; also upon the
Kcv. /. 1-*. V*'ibis of 78 East 54t1 Street,
f’. who will flike pleasure
1 - wonderful tflcacy of
Ayer's the cure
of tiiis laily, ■ . and
many others within h
The well-kuown writer ou /. llcralo ,
Ji. AV. Ball, of Hochcster. A.11.. writes, Juno
7. 1882:
•• Having suffered severely for some years
with K<*i-.c*ma, and Iwving failed to And relief
! r >m other remedies, I have made use, during
G.e past three months, of. Ayer’s Sarsapa
rilla, which has effected a complete cnr< > .
i consider it a magnificent remedy for all
hb id ;iiseascs.”
Ayers Sarsaparilla
- and regulates the action of the
• v• • and .‘.ssimilative organs, renews
•• • Grengtiions the vital forces, and speedily
■ fliiiMimaiisiii, Neuralgia, Rlutuma
i (vGarrh, General I>ebility, ami
> arising from an impoverished or
•• ' H -M’d condition of the blood, and a weak
c.ia’ifo.
i ■ :.comparably the cheapest blood medi
• a.’count oi iis concentrated strength,
•> 1 . pow er over disease.
I’UEPARED BY
Dr. j.C Ayer L Co.,Lowell,Mass.
Sold by jii! J>ru“-gists; price six bottles
tor §5.
TUTT’S
PILLS
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TORPID BOWELS,
DISORDERED LIVER,
„ and MALARIA.
t rom theso sources arise tlireo-iourtho of
tho diseases of the human race. Theso
symptoms indicate tlieir existence: of
Appetite, fiSowels costive. Sick Head
ache, fullness after eating, aversion to
exertion of body or mind, Eructation
of food, Irritability of temper, Low
spirits, A feeling of having neglected
some duty, J>izzinoss, Fluttering at the
Heart,Sots before .the eyes, highly col
ored Urine, CONSTIPATION, and de
maud the use of a remedy that acts directly
on the Liver. Asa Liver medicine TUTT’S
FILLS have no equal. Their action on tho
Kidneys and Skin is also prompt; removing
all impurities through these three “ scav
engers of the system,” producing appe
tite, sound digestion, regular stools, a clear
skin and a vigorous body. TUTT’S PILLS
cause no nausea or griping nor interfere
with daily work and are a perfect
A&TSDOTE TO MALARIA.
HE FEELS LIKE A NEW MAN.
“I have had Dyspepsia, with Constipa
tion, two years, and have tried ten different
kinds of pills, and TUTT’S are the first
that have done me any good. They have
cleaned me out nicely. My appetite is
splendid, food digests readily, and I now
have natural passages. I feel like anew
man.” W. D. EDWARDS, Palmyra, O.
.Soldeverywhere,Bsc. Office,44 MurraySt.,N.Y.
TUTT’S HAIR DYE.
Gray Hair or Wiiiskkrs changed in
stantly to a Glossy Black by a single ap
plication of this Dye. Sold by Druggists,
or sent by express on receipt of § 1.
Office, 44 Murray Street, New York.
TUTTS MANUAL OF USEFUL RECEIPTS FREE^
Ifek STOMACH _OS
ITTEB s
In fever and ague districts, in tropical and
other regions visited by epidemics, and in
deed in all localities where the conditions
are unfavorable to health, this famous veg
etable invigorant and alterative, Ilostetter’s
Stomach Bitters, lias been found a potent
safeguard even to feeble constitutions and
fragile frames, while as a cure for indiges
tion, hilliousness and kindred complaints, it
is without a rival.
For sale by alt Druggists and Dealers
generally.
AYER’S
Ague Cure
is WARRANTED to cure all cases of ma
larial disease, such ns Fever and Ague, Inter
mittent or Chill Fever, Remittent Fever,
Dumb Ague, Bilious Fever, and.Liver Com.
plaint. In caso of failure, after due trial
dealers arc authorized, by our circular o'
.July Ist, 1882, to refund the money.
Dr. J. C. Ayer&Co., Lowell, Mass.
Sold by all Druggists.
fwiMTi:
Thankful for past patronage, a continua
tion is earnestly solicited. One new 45 saw
•Jin for salo at S-4.35 per saw. One 45 and
two 40 second hand Gins in first-olass re
pair for sale at *1 per saw, all warrant,
cd. HE FAIRING A SPECIALTY. Shop
on Lee street, Amorims, Ga.
auglß-lm F. L. MIZE.
\\A % C. Y. Y.O Y S.
MADAGASCAR MARTYRS.
Thrillixo Scenes of Fifty Years
Aao—A Whoj.esai.k Massacre of
Christians.
A correspondent of the New York
rimes,describing a journey across Mad
agascar, says: But there is one spot
whose memories outweigh a thousand
fold all the associations of the capi
tal put together. Just at its southern
extremity, the high sloping ridge upon
which Antananarivo stands plunges
headlong down to tlie plain in a sheer
precipice of stern gray granite, three
hundred feet in height, which the
Christian ilovas look upon with the
same reverence wherewith Thermo
pylae was regarded by the ancient
Greeks or Smithfield by the English
Protestants of the sixteenth century.
All around it the houses of the city
seem to have shrunk away as if recoil
ing from the contact of the accursed
spot. Aud well they may, for this is
the place of public execution, the 'l’ar
peran rock of Antananarivo, from
which criminals condemned to death
were hurled headlong, and here, in the
evil days of 1849, was done a deed of
which a few grayhaired natives still
speak under their breath with looks of
horror.
During the tolerant reign of King
Radarno 1., a man as far in advance
of his age in Madagascar as Peter the
Great was in Russia, the progress of
Christianity among the Ilovas, if not
encouraged, was at least tacity permit
ted. But his successor, the grim
Quceu Ranavaiomanjaka was not long
in making up her raiud that this now
and strange faith, which so directly
contravened all native customs and
traditions, must needs be incompatible
with that instantive reverence for estab
lished usages which was the founda
tion stone of liet own power. With
this modern Semiramis to resolve was
to execute. She and Christianity could
not live together, and Christianity
must go.
Accordingly the prohibition of C hris
tian preaching in 1835 was speedily
followed by the flaming out of a perse
cution that waxed even fiercer and
fiercer, till it grew into a seven-fold
furnace of wrath. Neither age nor sex
was spared. Old meu, children, weak
women, tender girls, went fearlessly to
death. Insignificance could not shield
the peasant who toiled in the rice
fields, high birtli and long service
could not save the noble who stood
beside the throne. “1 must obey God
rather than man in this matter,’’sai l
one gallant fellow, “but I will serve the
Queen faithfully nevertheless.” The
words were hardly spoken when he was
a corpse. And at last there came a
day when eighteen victims at' once,
among whom there were several of the
noblest names in Madagascar, were
dragged before the judges amid the
yells of a blood-thirsty multitude and
all condemned to die—fourteen to be
hurled from the Rock of Napatninariua
and the remaining four to he burned
alive.
Then the little baud of heroes hav
ing refused every offer of lile came the
last scene, of ail, the description of
which, by a native eye-witness, may
bear comparison with anything in Fox’
“Book of Martyrs,” or the “Annals of
the Scottish Covenanters.” And the
eighteen appointed to die, as they sat
upon the ground surrounded by the sol
diers, sang the hymn:
“There is a blessed land,
Making most glad;
There it shall never end,
There none he sad.”
“And when the sentences were all
pronounced aud the officer had gone
back to the place of the chief authori
ties they took those eighteen away to
put them to death. They tied them by
the hands and feet to long poles and
carried them on men’s shoulders. And
those brethren prayed and spoke to the
people as they were being carried along.
And some who looked upon them said
their faces were like the faces of angels.
* * * And as they took the four
that were to be burned alive to the
place of execution, these Christians
sang the hymn: “When our hearts
are troubled, then remember us.” Aud
when they camo to Faravohitra there
they burned them, fixed between split
spars. And there was a rainbow in
the heavens at the time. They prayed
as long as they had any life, and they
died softly and gently. And all the
people were amused who beheld the
burning of them there.”
Equally cruel was the fate of tho he
roic fourteen who were doomed to the
fatal rock. With a savage refinement
of torture, their murderers prolonged
the last agony by suspending them with
cords passed round their bodies over
the brink of the fearful precipice, as if
to make them taste the full bitterness
of that hideous death before it came.
An awful hush fell upon the fierce mul
titude that crowded the summit of the
rock as the executioner’s gaunt black
figure camo gliding like a spirit of evil
up to tho spot where the swinging forms
hovered in mid-air, with the glorious
panorama below outspread as if in
mockery before the eyes that were so
soon to be closed forever. Once more,
and for the last time, mercy was offered
to each victim iu turn on condition of
renouncing the Christian faith. The
firm refusal that answered it was bare
ly uttered when the doomsmau’s axe
flashed and fell, and iu the torab-like
silence were heard the “snig” of the
parted rope and the dull thud of the
mangled body on the rocks far below.
SPOOPENDYKE’S SOLEMNITY.
; He Indulges iu Talk That Star
tles His Wife.
He Contemplates Being Called Away
by the Angels and Asks His Wife
What She Would no if it Should
Happen—She Thinks it Would
Kill Her.
Drake's Travelers Magazine.
“My dear,” said Mr. Spoopendyke,
turning his chair and contemplating
his wire with a solemn expression on
his visage, “my dear, what would you
do if I were suddenly called away by
the angels'?”
“Good gracious!” exclaimed Mrs.
Spoopendyke, dropping bet scissors
and looking up with a jerk. What
put that, into your head?”
“Don’t you think they are just as
liable to come fishing after me as any
one else?” demanded Mr. Spoopendyke,
sitting up straight and rumpling his
hair ominously. “F’erhaps yon have
got some kind of a notion that tho rest
of the world have a corner on this an
gel business, and that I’m short on a
rising market. What I asked was,
what would you do if I should be call
ed home without any particular amount
of warning?”
“You needn’t be afraid of that,”
said Mrs. Spoopendyke. “It is a great
deal more likely that I will go before
you do. Why, you are good for forty
years yet, and you know T am not very
strong.”
“Got it all fixed, haven’t you?” re
monstrated Mr. Spoopendyke, straight
ening bolt upright, and glaring at his
spouse. Been making all the arrange
ments for the dissolution of this family
without consulting anybody, haven’t
ye? 1 tell ye no man knoweth when
the last measly hour cometh, and if you
think your candle has got any longer
wick than mine yon are way off your
nut, ain’t you?”
“Yes, dear,” murmured Mrs. Spoop
endyke, soothingly. “If yon should
die, dear, I think it would kill me.”
“Now, you’re talking,” grinned Mr.
Spoopendyke, somewhat mollified by
this concession on the part of his wife.
“You know the best of us is liable to
go at any minute, and you can’t tell
when I am likely, to be scooped up.
Think you’d cry much?” and Mr.
Spoopendyke folded his arms and as
sumed an aspect of great resignation,
as though he already heard the bells
ringing for him.
“Why, of course,” replied Mrs.
Spoopendyke, rather puzzled by tlie
drift of the conversation. “I should
try to think that you were better off,
but it would be natural for me to slice!
tears.”
“Just so!” grunted Mr. Spoopen
dyke. “And if the natural tears didn’t
hold out, I suppose you’d chuck in a
few artificial ones rather than not keep
your end of the stick! What makes
you think I’d be better off?” he con
tinued, as he caught the full force of
the reflection that there might be some
consolation tor his widow in the faith
that he bad done a pretty clever thing
by dying. “Be glad, wouldn’t yon, to
see ms launched into the grave like a
fence post? Bo a great deal of comfort
to you to know that you would never
see me again, or hear my voice any
more!” and here Mr. Spoopendyke
broke down under his emotion, and
covered his face with his hands.
“Don’t you feel well dear?” asked
Mrs. Spoopendyke, timidly, “Let me
make you a cup of tea and you’ll soon
get over your bad feelings.”
“Nevermind,’ whispered Mr. Spoop
eridyice, in a broken voice. “I sup
pose you’d get the most expensive
mourning you could find, and have it
made up as becoming as the life insu
rance would permit, wouldn’t you?”
“Certainly, dear, if you wish it,” as
sented Mrs. Spoopendyke, only I don’t
think 1 could have it ready in time for
the funeral. I could borrow a black
dress until mine was done, but—”
“And I suppose you could hire some
grief to help you through the allotted
period of bereavement, couldn’t you?”
hissed Mr. Spoopendyke, forgetting
that he was theoretically dead, and
bouncing off his chair. “There wouldn’t
be time to get on all the flounces and
ruffles between my death and burial,
and you’d have to rent appropriate ex-1
pressious of profound melancholy? Is
that the way you want to be under
stood? Couldn’t go to my funeral un
less you could outshine all the other
dod gasted widows in our set! That
the idea you want to convey? That
all the consolation you want to per
vade my last hour with?”
“No, dear,” cooed Mrs. Spoopen
dyke, somewhat at a loss to express
herself. “What would yon like to
have me do?”
“Do!” roared Mr. Spoopendyke, who
had expected tho prospective widow to
burst into tears at the suggestion of
his demise. “What do 1 expect you
to do? Go fishing! When the Trump
of Immortality sounds for Spoopen
dyke, and he replies ‘Lord, tho remains
are ready for the sacrifice!’ I expect
you to get a lot of old hens together
and have a taffy pull! Understand it
now? Does that dying request convey
to your mind any intelligent idea of
the last wishes of the defunct? Think
yon could carry out that request with
out getting the molasses all over the
corpse?”
“Yes, dear,” sighed Mrs. Spoopen
dyke, struggling to keep the tears
back, as in her imagination she conjur
ed up the vision of Mr. Spoopendyke
lying in his coffin with his poor face
all stuck up with treacle. “Only I
would not liko to have a fire in the
house when you were dead, because it
j FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM.
NO. 101.
would be so hot for the mourners, and,
I'you know’, a corpse ought to be kept
as cool as possible in this warm weath
er.”
j “So it ought, hadn’t it?” yelled Mr.
Spoopendyke, rather started by this
practical suggestion that he might not
keep long in a warm house. “And the
mourners ought to be kept comfortable
if they are going to enjoy the proceed
ings!” he continued, remembering that
in the enumeration of the reason for
not building a fire the feelings of the
bereaved were consulted before the
effect on the late lamented. “That
busts fir j t scheme. No candy pnll
over the remains of Spoopendyke!
Can’t ye think of something else? I
■say,” ho howled, as anew and particu
larly bright idea struck him. “You
might have a game of ‘Aunt Bally’
with me! Set me up in a corner and
throw sticks at me, and then you could
have some ice cream for the mourners!
That would keep all hands cool, and
burst the hand sights off any funeral
that ever came off in these parts! How
does that strike you? Think you
could manage to put up with my loss
on a racket of that kind?” and Mr.
Spoopendyke placed his hand to liis ear
as if anxious not to lose a word of his
wife’s reply to this sensible proposi
tion.
“Wouldn’t you rather have me get
some flowers, dear, and fill your poor
coffin up with fragrance?” asked Mrs.
Spoopendyke, looking up to him affec
tionately.
“Nol” roared Mr. Spoopendyke, as
the grim aspect of crosses, wreaths, and
anchors in tube-roses presented itself to
him. “1 don’t want any flowers.
Think I’m going to lie still in a box,
while a lot of dodgasted old women,
headed by a prancing widow in a bor
rowed dress march past and shy vege
tables at me? Think I’m an opera
singer, to hoist up in my coffin and
bow every time a measly idiot fires a
dandelion at me and have someone in
the back end of the church yell
‘Speech?’ That your notion of a.fun
eral? With your ideas about death,
all you want is a pair of silver handles
and an autopsy to he a railroad acci
dent!” and with this complete illustra
tion of his wife’s views ofimmortality,
Mr. Spoopendyke slammed the door
after him and went to the races.
“I don’t care,” murmured Mrs.
Spoopendyke, as he departed. “I don’t
care. At all the funerals I have at
tended they had flowers,and if we don’t
have some when my poor husband
dies, they’ll say we didn’t have any
friends or money. Anyway, 1 hope he
won’t die before I do, and then lie’ll
know what trouble it is to hunt up his
own things, and what it is to be with
out any one to put them away for
him,” and with this sentiment Mrs.
Spoopendyke put her husband’s razor
strop behind the clock, and his pipe
into tho shot bag, and then sat down
to wonder how she would look in
mourning if she should be “diiven to
the pinch.”
Tlie Story Told liy Wiclder Green.
I’m goirt’ to die, said Widder Green
I’m goin’ to quit this airthly scene. It,
ain’t no place for me to stay, in such a
world as ’tis to-day. Such works and
ways is too much forme. Nobody can’t
let nobody be. The girls stick their hats
away up high, to see if tho top won’t
scrape the sky. And then they’re floun
ced fiom top to toe, and that’s the whole
of what they know. Then men are mad
on bonds and stocks, a swearin’, an’ a
ehootin’, an’ pickin’ locks, till I’m dred
ful ’fraid I’ll be hung myself, if I ain’t
laid on my final shelf. There ain’t a
cretin- but knows to-day I never was a
lunatic, anyway. But now since crazy
folks all go free, I’m real Trail! they’ll
hang up me. There’s another thing
that’s pesky hard: I can’t go into a
neighbor’s yard to t-ay how he you? or
borrow a pin, but what the papers will
have it in. They’re pleased to say that
the Widder Green took dinner on Tues
day with Mrs. Keene; or, our worthy
Mrs. Green has gone down to Barkham
stead to see her son. Great Jerusalem!
can’t I stir without raisin’ some feller’s
fur? Bun the printing press an’ tele
graph must, blaze it ’round to make
folks laugh? There is no privacy so to
say no more’n if ’tivas the Judgement
Day. And as for raeetin’, I want to
swear, whenever I put my head in there
to hear Old Hundred spoiled, and done
like everything else under the sun.
Why it used to go so solemn and slow,
“Praise ye the Lord all men below!”
But now-it goes like a gallopin’ steer,
hi diddle, diddle, here an’ there. No
respect for the Lord above, no more’n
if He was hand an’ glove with all the
eretures He ever made, and all the jigs
that over was played. Preachin’, too.
But there I’m dumb, but I tell yon
what, I’d like it some, if good old Par
son Nathan Strong out of his grave
would come along, and give us a stir
ring taste of fire, judgement and justice
is my desire. It ain’t all love and
sickest sweet that makes this world or
’tother complete. But la, I’m old I’d
better be dead, when tho world’s a turn
in’ over my head, and spirits a talkin’
like ’tarnal fools, aud crazy people
murderin’ ’round. Honest folks better
be under grouud. So fare you well—
this airthly scene will no more be pre
sented by Widder Green.
Physicians use Shriner's In
dian Vermifuge in their practice and
pronounce it a first class article. A
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