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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 ' Andjpodforei -Bryant /rum the Spanish. 11 H. CARLTON As CO. DEVOTED TO OUR POLITICAL, EDUCATIONAL, AGRICULTURAL, AND INDUSTRIAL INTERESTS. Two Dollars per annum, in advance. VOL- A. NO. 1G. ATHENS, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 15, 1876. OLD SERIES, VOL. 55.'. jTtir At|e«s Georgian. jj 11. CARLTON & CO., Proprietors. 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 TKRMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: — _ C 31’V, Olio Year S 2 OO The living and dead of the conquered land _ __ Have now no guard save you. , ve COPIES, One Year, — 8 78 * ES COPIES, One Year t8 OP 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. Rates of Advertising: ; “Sad ballads; mark ye well, Thrice holy is your trust'. Go ont to tbe fields where warriors fell, And sentinel their dust.” „i,.„l ailrertlnementa, of one square or more $1 00 And the songs in stately rhyme l ire for the Ant Insertion, and Ml cents for each sub- And with softly sounding tread, ill insertion. t ** ‘ 1 *' * ! - *•— All utl vert laments considered transient except aptM-iiil contract* arc made, lines or 160 words make one square. • 1.literal contracts made with yearly advertisers. Go forth to watch for a lime—a time Where sleep the deathless dead. LEGAL ADVERTISEMENTS, of Administration or Guardianship When falls the cause of Right, The poet grasps his pen, A lie "in J'Cll, And in gleaming letters of living light Transmits the truth to men. t lor Dismission Administrator or Guardian 5 00 ration for Leave to s-ll Lauds ■* e to Debtors and Draditors - of Land. Ac., per s.|U«r« • Perishable Fn-perly, 10 days, per sq i!j >aL‘S, |ier *qttar*.... When the flag of Justice tails— 5 00 Ero its folds have vet been furled— ? X l The l*oet waves its folds in waila * jjj{ ; That ring far o'er the world. T.Z .V.2 50 '’i^’OMortSai.'pJr’imire^eachlima Z7ZZ IMl. Kre its stainless sheen gro' . " . niiA i r TM.ft: dvil Hon No i*i’s», l* Minn When the warrior’s sword is lowered— _ _ Kre its stainless sheen grows dim— ancey.*... - 2 00 j The bard flings forth its dying gleam 1 00 On the wings of a deathless hymn. Business and Professional Cards. /;. A’. THRASHER, . / / •/ o'tt.vm * a 2 i, a ir, WATKIXSV1I.LE, GA. janSS-dy /. furmcr Ordinary’s Office. REMOVAL! /. SALE, LEY2IS2, ! Mi *YKP to the cilice lately occupied by Dr. J n th*n guaranteed in \>oth Work and lVices. 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 Lost Cause ” to time’s end. conn, erwin & cobh, attorneys at law, ATHENS, GA. 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. .mice in the Benpree Bull,ling. | lu|rp . ara , Q evcrv land /» j) ]11J J Thai await a voice that sings— ’ • ■ And a master hand; but the humblest hand .r/YOBjvnr sr zaw, | ”• 1 s ng with a voice too low ATHENS, GEORGIA. I , To be beard beyond to-day— ,, , In minor key*, of my people’s woe, ’attention g.ven to all buMitcss and the same | Bnt my puJtnay. • dieted." _ janll-1y. BORE HARROW, .’/r/OZtYEY A2 LAW, ATHENS, GA. I Itlioe in Mr. J. 11. Newton's new building. If. li. LITTLE, Atlo r n ej> at L a it’, CARNESVILLE, GA. J. & DORTCH, A It or n ej> at La w, I CARNESVILLE, GA. j A. G. McCURRY, ,i tto mi .r js r 4T t .1 ir, HARTWELL, GEORGIA. V, 11.1. /ivj Strict poraonal atiention to all business cn- tm-n d to Ilia rare. Aug. 4—<0—1y. V \ M. Jackson. L. W. Thomas. JACKSON et- THOMAS, Attorneys at LaWi Athens, Georgia. JOHN IF. OWEN, Attorney at Law> TOCCOA CITV, OA. \\;;; i.ntcliou in nil the counties of tlte Western 1 ir- Hart and Madison of tlio Nortlicrn Circuit. Will s|seial attenioii to all claims entrusted to his care. R. G. THOMPSON, .Vttorney at Law, y.:u .itlcntion paid to criminal practice. For rcfer- a j,n y t:» Ex. Gov. T. II. Watts and Hon. David '. in. Mont-oinorv Ala. Office over Barry’s Store, itif .sC.a. ’ Fen. S—tf. FRA NK HA UR A LSON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, CLEVELAND, GA. .11 j r..ctiof in the counties of White, Lnion, Lum- •k.M. T •v\nw, uH'i Fanning, and t!ie Supremo Court at .Will give special attention to all claims cn- ru-vl ti. his care. Aug. 11 187.V-41—tf. E. SCHAEFER, 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.” APPOMATOX COURT-HOUSE. Agent for Win *ict20wti. ioccoa CITY, «A. lll«» , ..r>t »Vii Brice paid for Cotton. ' i; - G.n> aiitl Press. E. .1. WILLIAMSON, PRACTICAL watchmaker and jeweller, At llr. Kins •V.W,.rk.ioi Drug Store, Broad Street, Athens, Ga. in a smicrior manner and warranted to in. Jan. 3—tf. CO., A. A. WINN, —With— (iHOOVER, STUBBS & Cotton. Factors, —And— General Commission Merchants, Savannah, Ga. S Rope and other supplies furnished. iiNtt, liberal cash advances made on consignments for :nc ur sin jin,cut tu LiverjHiol or Northern ports. _ so- 1 * 1 LIVERY AND iALE STABLE nr.-higes, Buggies and Horses for Hire. TERMS REASONABLE ^•WHITEHEAD, Washington, Wilk», Co., Ga. MEDICAL NOTICE. -u''• l th 0 *' 0lTa, ' 0n ,na ” y ,n ^ f° nncr patrons, I Practice of Medicine ■ “t’.ii-* date. ] will pay especial attention to the dis- I’V’ 1 Bdauls uu«l Children, and the Chronic Diseases • r finales. , Wit KING, M. D HTS-SS-ly. 1_ . _ BLACK & GARDNER, ^ ar penters and General Jobbers, an.L^^‘- v f 'A® r their service* to the citixens of Athens 11' ( , j.^'"riding conntr>*. location, two doors cast of Church, 'opposite Mr. L. J. Lampkin a ^-facts for building solicited. March 3d. 1975—ly. PI! Y SIC IAN. Di‘ Orjjpi _ r J‘-w*na_of Athens am FOX, offers h'u professional Service* to id vicinii vicinity. - ,v.* l5l ° Store of R. T. brumby & Co., • Avenue, Athens, Ga. 21-tf. p Miss C. Potts, 1 a *hionable Dressmaker . (Over Unlr.rsitT Pank.) Broad Street, - - - Athens. inform ths Ladies and her ftiende hared ij? 1 0 tA^ fn * and vicinity, that ahe is mw pre- I “WiIto do Dr»s* making io the Neetest end moot w JASHION ABLE STYi.ES. ln 11,6 bvin iSr 7 * MINISTER WASHIUTRXi’S RKMINISCENCES OF T11E SURRENDER. 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,