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Beside a sandal-tree a woodman stood
And swans the axe, and, as the strokes Were laid
Upon the fragrant trank, the generous Wood
With its own sweets perfumed the cruel blade,
G<>, then, and dothelike; a soul endued
With light from heaven, a nature pore and great,
Will place ita hi v ‘ -- *- J -’ w — J '
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ROBERT E. LEE.
The following beautiful poem, written for the oc
casion, was read by Father Ryan at the celebration of
General Lee’s Birthday Jannarv 19, in Mobile:
When falls the soldier brave,
Bead at the feet o W rong:
The poet sings and guards his g-sve
With sentinels of song.
' “ Songs i inarch!” he gives command,
“ Keep faithful watch and true
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brave men came together more as friends
than enemies. In all their talks there was clouds.
never a suggestion nor a word from either! — 1
side that conld have wounded the tender- • “ T " *° w °_ ’
est susceptibility. Many of these officers^ ; How gently they float on tbs still twiBght sir,
on both, sides, 'had served together in the No^^dtavSS&J^d^Mfa^id.
old army, and It was touching and interest- They seem all embtoooed with rich* untold,
ing to witness the sympathy between them > the ,un slowly moves to his horn, in the West,
which had survived these' long years of U,ey bld «"! rest.
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Go forth to watch for a lime—a time
Where sleep the deathless dead.
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j “ Fly song!” he says, who sings,
Go tell the world this talc—
j Hear it afar on your tireless wings,
j The right will yet prevail.
44 Go, song, like the thunder’s breath,
Boom over the world and say:
Brave men may die—Right has no death ;
Truth never shall pass away !”
And the songs with brave, sad face,
Go proudly down their way ;
Few last till the last of the human race—
Most pass away in a day.
We wait a grand-voiced bard
Who, wuen he sings, will send
Such songs as will forever guard
Tne “Lost
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He has not come—he will;
But when he sings, his song
Will stir the world to its depths and thrill
True hearts with its talc of wrong.
The great Lost Cause still waits—
{ Its bard has not come yet;
j When he shines througn one of to-morrow’s gates
i His song shall never set.
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ATHENS, GEORGIA. I , To be beard beyond to-day—
,, , In minor key*, of my people’s woe,
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V 0 T T O X n U Y E It,
! To-morrow hears them not;
To-morrow belongs to fame ;
My songs—like the birds’—will be forgot,
, And forgotten will be my name.
And yet, who knows!—betimes
The graudest songs depart;
While the gentle and humble and low-toned rhymes
lie-echo from heart to heart.
But ali! if iirnong or speech—
In major or minor key—
1 couid to the end of the ages reach,
1 would whisper the name of 44 Lee.”
But when, 44 Grand Bard,” you come to sing,
Let me give you the chord* und key
io attune each’note of vour grand harp’s string
To tUc name and the fame of Lee
“ Forth from its scabbard 1 never hand
Waved sword fVom stain as free.
Nor purer sword led a braver band,
Nor braver bled for n brighter laud,
Nor brighter land had a cause more grand,
Nor cause a Chief—like Lee.”
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The following very interesting letter of
Minister Wiishburne to Mr. John L. Win
ston* of Lynchburg, Virginia, has recently
been made public bv the Washington cor
respondent of the St. Louis Republican.
As it refers to otic of tbe most important
events in American history, and s; eaks of
several gentlemen now occupying promis 1
nent positions in public life, it will be read
with peculiar pleasure:
Legation of the United States, Paris,
June 17, 1874 —Dear Sir: I have duly
received your letter from New York, dated
the *J3d ult. At the epoch you speak of,
great events were so crowded together that
it is impossible for me, at this length of
time, to recall the details of many of them.
Bnt I well recollect the arrival of the depu
tation of three citizens from the mimVipal
government of the city of Lynchbu -g at
Appoinatox Court-house, and the object of
their visit to Gen. Gibbon, then in com
mand of the Union forces. I shall never
forget the pleasant interview I had with
those gentlemen and the interest I took in
their narration of events and the state of
things at Lynchburg. After hearing their
statements," I know" I was in full sympathy
with the purpose they had in view and so
expressed myself. But I was there simply
as a private individual, and had no authori
ty to ail vise or scarcely to suggest. Pcr-
haps my opinion may have had some
weight, bnt I would not claim-even that,
and" 1 fear hat the generous citizens of
Lynchburg have given me credit for wh.it
really belongs to others. I can only attest
my feelings of gratification at the success
which attended the efforts of the Lynch
burg delegation on that occasion, and the
pleasure wc felt at the time of their having
successfully accomplished their mission.
Knowing Gen. Grant as I did, a id knowing
him to be as just and magnanimous ns he
was brave, I had no hesitation in saying to
the delegation (and to the others) that I
had no doubt were he present he would at
once accede to their request.
Your letter and your allusions to Gen.
Gordon revive many recollections of those
eventful days. I arrived at Appoinatox
Court-house on Tuesday, the 11 th of April,
1865. Gen. Grant, after receiving the sur
render of Gen. Lee, on Sunday, the 9tb,
had left the next day with his staff officers
en route for Washington I met him the
next evening at Prospect station. Desiring
to see the two armies, the next morning the
General gave me a company of cavalry as
an escort to Appoinatox. Though the sur
render had been made on Sunday, yet tbe
details as to the parole and many other
matters bad to be agreed upon, and the
laying down of arms was to take place at a
future day and as soon as the preliminaries
could be arranged. Three emmuisrioners
were appointed on either side for that pur
pose—Gen. Gordon, Gen. Pendleton (I
think), and another gentleman whoso name
ldo not now recall, on the side of the Con
federates, and Gen. Gibbon, Gen. Merritt
and a third, perhaps Gen. Mackenzie, on
the side of the Union forces. When I ar.
rived at the Court-house negotiations ami
pour parlers were going on between the
commissioners at Gen. Gibbon’s lieadquar-
t- rs, at the bouse of a Mr. McCIcan, und l
then saw many of tlte general officers on
both sides. From what one saw there it
could hardly have been conceived that these
men had beeu in arms against each other
through more than four years of deadly
strife. The terror of the breach, the fury
of tbe charge and the fatigue of the march
seem to have been forgotten, and these
conflict and carnage. Gen. Cadtnus Wilcox
told, with emotion, how histoid classmate,
Gibbon, accused him of having nothing but
Confederate money, and taking from his
pocket a new ana crisp $50 greenback,
thrust it upon him. There was one senti
ment among all of these men, which seemed
to crop out in spite of themselves, and that
was that, after all the bloody struggle of
the past, they were still all Americans.
The only punishment th t I saw inflicted
was that on some large jugs of brandy
which had found their way to the Union
headquarters, and under the peculiar cir
cumstances, that was not taken and deemed
as a.“cruel and unusual punishment” with
in the meaning of the ccnstitution.
1 met on that occasion two gentlemen
in the Confederate service with whom I
had served in Congress: lion. Alexander
R. Boteler, of Virginia, and the Hon.
Lucius Q. C. Lamar, of Mississippi. Lunar
was a member of the Committee on Com
merce in the Thirty-sixth Congress, of
which I was Chairman, and though we dif
fered on all political matters as widely as
two men could well differ, our personal re
lations had always been pleasant and agree
able. Though l" bad not much money with
me, I proposed to divide with him, but lie
declined, saying lie could see his way clear
to “et to Baltimore, and when once where
Winter Davis was, he should he all right
I knew what that meant, for the intimacy
and friendship that existed between those
two brilliant and gifted men, so utterly op
posed to each other on all of the political
questions of the day, was well known in
Washington circles. They were united to
gether by a tie which binds together schol
ars, persons of similar tastes, and men of
genius and eloquence, and which even the
storms of war could not sunder, llad
these men lived in France during the great
revolution, Lamar would have rivalled
Mirabcau in the tribune ol the National
Assembly, and Winter Davis would have
keen the peer of Vergniattd, the echoes of
whose graceful bnt indignant eloquence
resounded through all France long alter
hit head had rolled into the basket of the
guillotine and his blood rail in the gutters
ot the Place de la Revolution
After remaing two days at Appoinatox,
I was r ady to start with my escort on my
return towards Burksville aud Richmond.
Gen. Gordon, having heard of the sickness
of his family at Petersburg, was extremely
anxious to get away as soon as his mission
in connection with the surrender should
be ended, and he sent word to Gen. Gibbon
to inquire if he thought I would have any
objection to his going with my escort. I
sent as an answer that I should be pleased
to have him or any of his friends for com
pany on the long horsebaek journey before
me. I had heard so much of Gordon, and
knew so much of his wonderful career as a
soldier, that I was very happy to have him
go along with me. Gen. Cadmus Wilcox,
an old regular army officer, and well known
in military and naval circles before the war,
and Gen Alexander, a young graduate of
West Point, from Georgia, also joined us.
With these, generally came many of their
staff-officers, ami therefore, by th.- time we
got started, wc bad quite a l rge party.
Our first day’s march brought ns to Farin-
ville pretty late in the evening. I took
my “ command” directly to the headquat :
ters of the Union General in command,
Gen. Curtin, an accomplished young officer
from Pennsylvania, lie received us wi h
the most cordial hospitality, and immediate
ly devoted himself to providing sonic ra
tions for his half-starved guests, and to
stowing them away for the night. The
latter was a somewhat difficult matter, for
we were in quite large numbers. Beds
being scarce, Curtin and Gordon (I think
it was) “turned in’ 1 together, which re
minded me of the incidents so much talked
of at the time, of John Tyler and John M
Botts sleeping together at the National
Hotel at Washington, soon after the death
of Gen. ILrrison in the spring of 1841. The
next day we pursued our jonrney to Burks-
ville, and from there we took the cars to
Petersburg. Wc then separated, and I
have seen none of the gentlemen since, ex
cept Gen. Alexander, whom I met a few
days after in Washington. All of these
recollections arc now extremely interesting
to me. I had seen the culmination of
events at Appomatox, and I believe I was
the only man there on cither side who was
not in some way connected with the mili
tary service. I enjoyed my long horseback
ride from Appomatox to Burksville very
much. Gordon and I rode side by side
most of the distance, and no “ Radical” and
“ Confederate” ever got along better to
gether. I found the General a man of rare
intelligence and of great conversational
powers, and as wc went “ marching along
wc talked for hours and hours of the inci
dents of the war oil both sides, and specu
lated as to the future of the country. Bid
ding each other good-bye at Petersburg,
we each went our way, I do not believe
that Gen. Gordon, at that time, believed he
woul be a Senator in Congress from the
State of Georgia within the next eight
years, and I cettainly l ad i:o idea that with-
[Fram th* New York Observer. 1 result, however, except that I had acquired a
' breath like a buzzard’s.
I found that I had to travel fur my health.
I went to Lake Bigler with my reportorial
comrade, Wilson. Jt is gratifying tor me to
reflect that we traveled in considerable style;
we went in the Pioneer coach and my friend
took all his baggage with him, consisting oT
two excellent silk handkerchiefs and a
daguerreotype of his grand-mother. We
sailed and hunted and fished and danced all
day, and I doctored my cough all night.
By managing this way, I made out to im
prove every hour in the twenty-four. But
my disease continued to grow worse.
A sheet-bath was reccoramended. I had
never refused a remedy yet, and it seemed
poor policy to commence then; therefore I
determined to take a sheet bath, notwith
standing! had no idea what sort of arrange
ment it was. It was administered at mid
night and the weather was very frosty. My
breast and back was bared, and a sheet
(there appeared to be a thousand yards of it)
soaked hi Ice " wkter, was wound around me
until I resembled a swab for a colurabiad
CUBING A COLD.
Getting a Free Ride—A little negro |
decided t * migrate from Columbus, Ky.,
but having no means he mounted the pilot
of the-locomotive attached to Conductor!
Latimer’s train, after the engineer had oli> d
round, and rode into Jolinsonville, a dis- 1
tance of fot ty-one miles. When the train !
stopped at this point, the urchin was hauled !
down from his perch and asked what he
was doing there.
“I’se jes wemigratin,” he whimpered.
“Suppose a cotv or a horse should have
come up there, what would you have I
done ?”
“Thur wuzn’t any boss or eotv gtvine to
come up dar, clay’s too big. A sheep come
dar and staid tvitl me a little while, and den
got off agin.”
The engineer remembered to have struck
two sheeps a short distance back, but sup
posed both had been knocked off on either
side of the locomotive.—Nashville Ameri
can.
Musical Clock.—An eight-day clock
has been exhibited in Paris, which chimes
It is a good thing, pe haps, to write for
the amusement of the public, but it is a far
higher and nobler thing to write for their
instruction, their profit, their actual and
taugible beueSt. Tlte latter is the sole ob
ject of this article. If it prove the means of
restoring to health one solitary sufferer
among the race, of lighting up once more
the fire of ho|>e and joy in his failed eyes,
of bringing back to his dead heart again the
quiet, generous impulses of other days, I
shall be amply rewarded for my labor; my
soul will be permeated with the sacred de
light a Christian feels when he has done a
good, unselfish deed.
Having led a pure and blameless life, I
am justified in believing that no man who
knows me will reject the suggestions I am
about to make, out of fear that I am trying
to deceive him. Let the public do itself the
honor to read my experience in doctoring a
cjld, as herein set forth, and then follow in
in my foot steps.
When the White House was burned in
Virginia City I lost my home, my happi
ness, my constitution and my truuk. The
loss of the two first named articles was a
matter of no consequence, since a home with
out a mother or sister, or a distant young
female relative in it, to remind you, by put
ting your soiled linen out of sight and tak
ing your boots down off the mantle-piece,
that there are those who think about you
and care for you, is easily obtained. And I
cared nothing for the loss ol my happines,
because not being a poet, it could not be
possible that melancholy would abide with
me long. But to lose a good constitution
and a better trunk were serious misfortunes.
On the day of the fire tny constitution
succumbed to a severe cold caused by undne
exertion in getting ready to do something.
I suffered to no purpose, too, because the
plan I was fighting it for the extinguishing
of the fire was so elaborate that I never got
it completed until the middle of the follow*,
ing week.
The first time I began to sneeze a friend
told me to go and bathe my feet in hot water
and go to lied. I did so. Shortly after
wards another friend advised me to get up
aud take a cold shower bath. I did that
also. Within the hour another friend assur
ed me that it was policy to‘feed a cold and
starve a fever.’ I did both. I thought it
best to fill my elf up for the cold and then
keep dark and let the fever starve awhile.
In a tasa of this kind 1 seldom do things
by halves; I ate pretty heartily; I con
ferred tny custom ujton a stranger who had
just opened his restaurant that morning ; he
waited near me in respectful silence until I
had finished feeding niy cold, when he in
quired if the people about Virginia City were
were much afflicted with colds? I told him
thought they were. He then went out
and took in his sign.
I started down towards the office and on
the way encountered auother bosom friend,
It is a cruel expedient. When the chillv j ,e fl“ arters . !*»*» S13 j tec » t,1,,es ’ 1> ,a > ln S
rag touches one’s warm flesh.it makes him I f*' ree “ ?'ery twelve hours, or at any
start with violence, and gasp for breath just ‘ ,, , crvals ruqmred. The hands go round as
i ? .i : t. , follows: One once a minute, one once an
hour, one once a week, one once a month,
as men do in the death agony. It froze the
marrow in my bones and stopped the beating
of my heart. 1 thought my time had
come.
Young Wilson said the circumstance re
minded him of an anecdote about a negro
who was being baptized, and who slipped
from the parson’s grasp and came near being
drowned, floundered around, though, and
finally rose up out of the water considerably
strangled and furiously angrv, and started
ashore at once, s|H>uting water like a whale,
and remarking, with great asperity, that
‘ one o’ dese days some genT mau’s nigger
gwine to git killed wid jis such dam foolish
ness as «Iis!’
Never take a sheet bath—never. Next to
meeting a lady acquaintance, who for rea
sons best known to herself, don’t see you
when she looks at you and djn’t know you
when she does see you, it is the most un
comfortable thing in the world.
But, as I was saying, when the sheet bath
tailed to cure my cough, a lady friend rec
ommended the application of a mustard
plaster of my breast. I believe that would
have cured me effectually it it had not been
for young Wilson. When I went to bed I
put my mustard plaster—which was a very
gorgeous one eighteen inches square—where
I could reach it when I was ready for it.
But young Wilson got hungry in the night,
und—here’s food for the imagination.
After sojourning a week at Lake Bigler, I
went to Steamboat Springs, and beside the
steam baths, I took a lot of the vilest medi
cines that were ever concocted. They would
have cured me, but I had to back to Vir
ginia City, where, notwithstanding the varie
ty of new remedies I absorbed everyday, I
managed to aggravate my disease by careless
ness and undue exposure.
I finanllv concluded to visit San Francisco,
and the first day I got there a lady at the
hotel told me to driuk a quart of whiskey
the old sweet song.
I remember a song whose nnmbtra throng . ' ,
As sweetly in memory’* twilight boar, .. ^ .
As tho voico of the blessed in the Itealm’of. Best, .-
Or the spiu-klo of dew on a dreaming flower.
’Tis a simple air, but when others depart,
like an angel whisper, it clings to my heart.
I have wandered far under sun and star,
^ Heard the rippling music in every clime.
From the earol clear of the gondolier
To the wondrous peal of a sacred chime;
I have drunk in the tones which bright lips let full
To thirsting spirits iu bower and hall
The anthems bland of the masters grand
Have borne me aloft on their sweeping wings;
And the thunder roll of the organ’s soul
Drowns not tho murmur of fairy strings.
Or the shepherd’s pipe, whose music thrills *
With the breath of mom o’er the sleeping hills.
But none remain like the simple strain v
Which my mother sang to my childish ears, ■ '
As nightly and oft o’er my pillow soft
She gontly hovered to sootho my fears.
I can sco her now with her bright head bent
In tho light which the taper so feebly lent.
I can see her now, with her fair pnre brow,
And the dark locks pushed troin her temples clear
And the liqnid rava of her tender gaze
Made eloquent by a trembling tear,
A# ahe watched tho sleep that u sweet for all
I.ike rose leaves overlay spirit fall.
And the notes still throng ot that old sweet song,
Though silent the lips that breathed them to me,
Liko tho chimes so clear which mariners hear
From the sunken cities beneath the sea;
And never, ah! never can they depart
While shines my being and beats my heart.
That song, that song, that old sweet song:
I gather it up liko a golden chain,
Link by Hub, when to slumber I sink.
And link by link when I wake again ;
I shall hear it, I know, when tho lust deep rest
Shall fold mo close to the earth’s dark breast.
one once a year. It shows the moon’s age,
the risirg and setting of the sun, the time
of high and low water, half ebb and half
flood, and there is a curious contrivance to
represent the water, which rises and falls,
lifting some ships at high-water tide as if
they were in motion, and, as it recedes
leaving them dry on the sands. The clock ] •'
shows the hour of the day, the day of the Th u goober'pea factories of Atlanta are
week, the day of the month, the mouth of! running night and day.
JIAItUlS-ISMS.
the year; and in the day of the month,
provision is made for the long and the short
months. It sh ws the signs of the zodiac;
it strikes or not, and chimes or not, as may
he desired; and it has an equation table,
showing the difference between the clock
and the sun for every day in the year.
Wheat, in Oglethorpe county, is too far
advanced for the season. Flour, however,
is stationary.
Why doesn’t Col- McKindley frame a bill
embodying his views in regard to the best
method qf changing the negro from a worth
less norned to an industrious laborer?
The best argument in favor of a constitu
tional convention that we have yet seen or
expect to see is the fact that Amos Titmouse
Tinkcrman is making speeches against it.
Wc are hunting for the party who fttr-
A Failure.—One of our saloon keepers
thought to scare off an inveterate lunch
fiend, who had been at work for about half
an hour, by rein irxing, in a loud tone of
voice: “There is trichina in them sausages.” _
The fiend reachetl over, filled up his mouth ] n j s | lc <i the Columbus paper with a telegram
ag '-i't, a'ld breathing very hard, inquired : j reg:ir< i to the small pox in this city. We
“ Colonel—did you say there was , w - an t to have hint vaccinated,
strychnine—iu—these—victuals ?”
“Yes, enough to kill a hog.”
“Well, that’s—what my family—physi
cian—gives me for—a tonic—when I
haven’t got no appetite.”—San Antonio
Herald.
We are told that Bishop Wood of Phila
delphia has issued an order to his Catholic
diocese not to attend the preaching of Moody
and Sankey, under penalty of eternal dam
nation. And as Moody and Sankey have
warned them that they must attend under
penalty of eiernal damnation, what are the
p;>or fellows to do? But inasmuch ns
They’ll b« dammed ifthev do
Ana be dammed if they don’t
perhaps they had just as well go to tho cir-, flatter themselves amazingly. There is
every twenty-four hours, and a frieud up cus, and trust to luck to escape the unpleas- j more than one Pcagrcen, and the least of
town recommended precisely the same course, nut consequences in *’ the sweet by and by."—, them are opposed to economy, retrench-
‘ ‘ * Louisville Courier-Journal. tnent and reform.
, ,-, . , present, and, as may ho imagined, the sud-
who told me that a qnart of salt water taken |, en ac ' of the ,; 0| ( creatct f all instant and
warm, would come as near curing a coldas g enera j Bidel stepped forward, and,
anything in the world I hardly* thought I had * hh the » mmo3t coolness, struck the lion a
years, an«l 1 cet tainly
in the next few years, I should change my
residence from Galena to : aris. But so it
falls ont. And here I will stop, and you
inay say it is quite time. Not stopping af
ter having endeavored to give you the in
formation sought for, I have run off into
personnl reminiscences in which you can
tcel hut little interest.
I have the honor to he, very respectfully,
your obedient servant.
E. B. Wasiidurne.
Jno L. Winston,
Lynchburg, Va., U. S.
Each advised me to take a quart; that made
half a gallon. I did it, and still live.
Now, with the kindest motives in the
world, I offer for the consideration of con
sumptive patients the variegated course of
treatment I have lately gone through. Let
them try it; it it don’t cure, it can’t more
than kill them.
When a banana skin pulls a Macon man
to the pavement, he invariably gets up and
looks around to see tl he has broken any of
the bricks. This is a singular trait, and is
probably owing to the climate.
Col. II. II. Jones is now in Atlanta, din
ing at the Kimball House. The reason he
dines at the Kimball House, is because he
is hungry. When lie gets really hungry,
it requires the foreman of the linen-room
and twenty-two copper-colored waiters to
keep him from starving.
We have been frequently asked to whom
| we refer when wc allude to the Hon. Poti-
| pliar Pcagrcen. Once for all, wc state that
thoso who imagine it is meant for them,
The Darien Gazette has this: Old man
The Athens Georgian nominates us ss
the “ agricultural candidate for Governor.”
Tunis G. nmpbell, whom we stated last j Tlli ; t ^„ ems to is « ag00 fl nomination!”
week was in the Dade coal mines is not It wou ld be a good plan to vote for no can-
there. From a postal card we learn that the , i, ® „„ i,„„ i,;«
, ; P° sta l cal( ! w ® lear " V ,at l ! le I didate who has no strawberry mark on his
old tycoon has turned horticulturist since he 1(jft side Tllis is tllc 01lly pIa „ t0 get g00(1
men in office.
The Journal da Havre recounts a terri
ble encounter between the lion-tamer, Bidel,
and a number of wild beasts. Bidel’s cus
tom was to go into the cage of these fero
cious animals, accompanied by a sheep,
which was, by his presence, kept safe from
attack. On a recent occasion he proceeded
to the lions’ cage, and his first act was to
place the sheep oil the hack of a lioness, as
he had frequently done before. No sooner
had ho accomplished this than a powerful
lion sprang upon the poor sheep, and buried
his teeth deep into a vital part of his body.
There was a large number of spectators
had
Sweet Music.—A young girl, about as
pretty . s tbe grow ’em, went into a Cedar
Rapids music-store and asked the clerk in-
quiriugly, if he had “ A Heart that Loves
Me Only?” “No.” he said, “ but here’s •
Health to Thee, Mary.’” That wouldn’t do,
but before she turned to go sho asked.
“ Have you ‘ One Sweet Kiss before We
Part?”’ That Cedar Rapids clerk looked
up and down the store; the book-keeper was
out, the boss was upstairs trying to sell a
granger a wheezy old melodeon, and so he
leaned over the counter and turned out about
half a dozen of the beat and must artistically
finished artidle? that the astonished young
lady had ever seen offered in a job lot. i She
didn’t say much, but she went out of the
store in a* step and a half, and rubbed her
cheeks thoughtfully all tbe way home.
room for it, but I tried it anyhow,
result was surprising. I believed I
thrown up my immortal soul..
Now, as I am giving my experience only
for the benefit of those who are troubled
with the distemper I ar.-t writing about I
feel that they will see the propriety of my
cautioning them against following such por
tions of it as proved inefficient with me, and
acting upon this conviction I warn them
against warm salt water. It may be a good
enough remedy, but I think it is too severe.
If I had another cold in the head, and there
was no course left me but to take either an
earthquake or a quart of warm salt water,
would take my chances on the earthquake.
After the storm which had been raging n
my stomach had subsided, and no more good
Samaritans happened along, I went on bor
rowing handkerchiefs again and blowing
them to atoms, as had been my custom in
the early stages of my cold, until I came
across a lady who had just arrived from over
the plains, and who said she had lived in a
part of the couutrv where doctors were
scarce, and had from necessity required con
siderable skill in the treatment of simple
family complaints.’ I know she must have
had much experience, for she appeared to be
a hundred and fifty years old.
She mixed a decoction composed of mo
lasses, aquafortis, turpentine, and various
other drugs, and instructed me to take a
wine glass full of it every fifteen minutes. I
never took but one dose; that was enough*
it robbed me of all my moral principle and
awoke every unworthy impulse of mv na
ture. Under its malign influence my braiu
conceived miracles of meanness, but my
hands were too feeble to execute them at
that time, had it not been that my strength
had surrendered to a succession of aisaults
from infallible remedies for mv cold, I am
satisfied that I would have tried to rob the
graveyard. Like most other people, I often
feel mean, and act accordingly; hut until I
took that medicine I had never reveled in
such supernatural depravity, and felt proud
of it. At the end of two days I was ready
to go doctoring. I took a few more infalli
ble remedies, and finally drove ray cold
from my head t* my lungs.
I got to coughing incessantly, and my
voice fell below zero, I conversed in a thun
dering base, two octaves below my natural
tone; I could only compass my regular
nightly repose by coughiug myself down to
a state of utter exhaustion, and then the mo
ment I began to talk in my sleep my discor
dant voice woke me up again.
My case grew more and more serious every
day. Plain gin was recommended; I took it
Then gin and molasses; I took that also.
Then gin and onions; I added tbe onions,
and took all three, f defected no particular
coolness,
heavy blow on the mouth with a heavy
stick, which made him crouch and yell with
pain, and throw his bleeding victim trem
bling at the feet of the courageous perform
er In another mom *nt, however, all the
wild beasts were lashed into fury by the
sight of the blood, and no one in the assem
bly believed that Bidel could possibly es
cape. Preserving Ins presence of mind,
however, he kept the other animals at bay
until he had subdued the lion aud chased
him hack to his cage. He then fought his
way hack through the other animals, and,
amid the bravos of the assembly, came out
triumphantly, carrying his wounded sheep^
with him. The poor animal, which was a”
great favorite of the lion tamer, has since
died of its wounds.
left here—but not of his own free will and
accord. He is now busily engaged in mak
ing a garden for the Hot:. T. J. Smith, of
Washington county, and Master of the State
Grange. His friends in this county will, no
doubt, be glad to know that he is in good
employment and out of mischief.
The motion for the discharge of Edward
S. Stokes, murderer of Jim Fisk, was on
Saturday, disposed of adversely to Stokes,
and he was remanded to Sing-Sing.
Here’s your goot helt and your family’s,
and may dey all live long and prosper.
Don’t marry till you can support- a hus
band. That’s the advice the Barnstable
Patriot gives the Cape girls.
It is a thin excuse for a young lady to lie
abed until nine o'clock in the morning ha-
cause this is sleep year.—Norristown Herald.
Half the people who are making this up
roar over the exclusion of the Bible from
the public sehools couldn’t tell on their own
responsibility whether the book of Genesis
was written by St Paul or Hamlet.
Croquet is rapidly giving way to roller
skating in Londou, and the ladies’ nespnpers
are publishing concise rules to promote
gracefulness of movement and proficiency in . useless or an nnwisc one, then their opposi
te sport. j tion might have some shadow of an excuse;
Little Alice was crying bitterly, and on , but as it is hanged if wo weren’t about
being questioned confessed to having re- 1 to enter into an argument with tiie Hon.
- H * * Potiphar P.
The other night when a Macon saloou-
keeper desired to close his doors, lie found
slumbering by his stove an individual who
was much the worse for a long and tedious
struggle with J. Barleycorn, the eminent
prize-fighter. After some trouble, the sa
loon-keeper got the sttipified man to his
feet, and proceeded to eject him, saying as
he did so: “I want you to get out of my
bar-room ” To which the toper somewhat
sarcastically Responded: “ An’ I wautcr
get your’nfernal ole bar-room outer me.”
The saloon-keeper slammed the door just
like he was mad.
The Peagreens in the Legislature seem to
thiuk we are hard on them. Well, take one
esample of the way in which they show their
much-vaunted economy—the State Board
of Health bill. By their resistance to this
much-needed law, by their mot ions to recon
sider and recommit, and by their noble ora
tions and the explanation's tiieir eloquence
called out, they have cost the tax-payers of
the State probably more than two thousand
dollars; wheraas, the measure itself appro
priates only fifteen hundred dollars for carrys
ing out its provisions. There’s wisdom for
you : there’s economy. If this bill were a
“ You should have returned it,” unwisely
said the questioner. “ Oh, I returned it
before,’’ said the little girl.
Going to Give Up IIis Situation.—In
Forsyth, one day last week, a gentleman
standing in tho s', reet noticed a two-mule
A letter from Obertin College to the
Toledo Blade says of the girls there:
“ Some of the rooms are very pretty indeed.
One especially, I noticed, was occupied by
two negro girls—one from Houston, Tex.,
the other from Pennsylvania. The walls
were hung with handsome ehromos and
portraits of negroes; hanging-baskets and
trailing vines were rrauged artistically and
in profusion about the walls, windows and
mirrors. Altogether, the room presented a
coscy, inviting appearance. At present,
there are about ninety girls iu the hall-
ninety merry, fun-loving girls from every
State in the Union. There are, perhaps,
no two alike in all the r habits and manners.
Each one has her own peculiar character.
The Western girl, who milks cows and
ra,u washes dishes when at home, is a decided
contrast to the Eastern young lady, who
attends operas, parties and balls during
vacation. The Thursday Theological Lec
ture is the great bug-bear of an Olterlin
school girl’s life. It is rather amusing to
go into the chapel after the lecture has
fairly commenced, and see about two-thirds
of the girl students settling themselves
comfortably for an hour’s nap, about the
usual length of the lecture. There is ony
girl here who was born on a Western prai
rie—when, she decs not know. She lias
probably lived with the Indians all her life.'
Mrs. Partington attended an auction sale • wagon drive up to one of the stores. There
of household goods, hut forgot her pockets was nothing peculiar in this, bnt what par
book. She remarked to Ike on her return ! ticularly struck his attention was the fact
The Cotton Crop.—The excess over
last year up to lust Friday, according to the
Chronicle, reached 430,412 .bales.—That
added to last year’s, crop would make 4,263,-
403 bales, if we gain no more.
Max Muller, who will leave England, has
been offered a professorship at Florence at a
larger salary than was ever before paid in
Rally.
Bismarck is as bald as a gold-headed cane.
home that when she saw things ore needed
put up for sale “ the unbidding tear would
start.”
When a boy had been off all day; contrary
to the expressed wish of his mother, and on
approaching the homestead at night, with an
anxious and cautions trend, finds company
at tea, the expression of confidence and recti
tude which suddenly lights up his face can tot
he reproducted on canvas.
“It is not our fault,” says a Milwaukee
editor, “that we are red-headed and small,
and the next time that one of those over
grown rural roosters in a ball-room reaches
down for our head and suggests that some
fellow has lost a rose-bud out of his button
hole there will be trouble.”
A Lebanon county editor has construct
ed a printing machine which “will set type,
feed papers, and fold them ready for the
carriers.” He is now contriving an attach
ment to write editorials, collect subscrip
tions, and pay all bills presented : but it is
feared he will not succeed.
Say, pop” said John Henry’s hopeful,
the other. day, “wasn’t it the prince of
whales that swallowed Jonah?” And John
patted his head, and gave him a nickel, and
told him he might some day bean alderman;
and then as he put on his slippers, and found
a small chestnut-bur in each toe, he took
that boy over his knee and wrestled with
him.—Cincinnati Times.
“Susan Loomis,” said her father to her
one morning after her young roan had been
to see her, “why do you always turn down
the gas when Henry comes here?” “But,
pa, dear,” replied his dutiful daughter,
“you are always complaining that times are
so hard and your gas bill so heavy, and I
wanted to be as little burden to you as possi
ble."—Chicago Tribune. .
the driver—a colored man—had an exceed
ingly lengthy pair of reins, and wagon.
When the team stopped, the negro cau
tiously fastened the lit es to a standard, got
out over the hind wheel, and made a circle
of forty or fifty feet to get to the heads of
the mules. This so excited the gentleraau’s
curiosity that he walked up .aha asked:
“ Look here, uncle, you arc not crazy,
are you V”
“Does I look like a crazy nigger, Mars
Tom?”
“Well, what in the name of common
sense arc you cutting these antics for—
walking almost twice around the wagon to
get to your mules, and seated on the ‘ gale’
to drive?”
The negro looked at the gentleman a
moment and then hurst into au uncontrolla
ble fit of laughter.
“ What the devil-do you mean ?”
“ Mars Tom, don’t you know dat off mule
dar? Dal’s Mars Tump Ponder’s roan
mule.”
“ Well, what tho mischief is the ma'.ter
with the mule ?”
“ Why, Mars Tom, dat mule is a sight—
dat mule is. She’s the ongodliest mule in
all cr'ashciu She got sense like white folks.
No nigger can’t come foolin’ roun’ her.
Only las’ Chuesday she kick a brass brespin
off a towu-nierlatt'-r’a sbirt-bozum. Trufe,
Mars Tom. An’ de nigger don’t know
twell now dat he ain’t done gone an’ los’ it
hissef. I got him home now. Why, Mars
Tom, when I goes to hitch up dat mule, I
has to put de harness on. wid a pole, an’ I
has to git a now pole ebry time. Lcrame
play wid powder and Christmas shooters,
but don’t gimmo no roan mnlo. I can’t
stay wid Mars Tump arter dis week. I’m
too fon’ of my fam’ly, an’ I don’t b’loug to
no church, nudder.”—Sav. News,