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VOL. XXIV. The Cartersville Express. Established Twenty Years, IIA.TES AND TERMS. SUBSCRIPTIONS. One copy one year $1 50 One copy six mouths 75 One copy three months 50 Payments invariably in advance. ADVERTBIING RATES. \ Ivertiseincnts will be inserted at the rates ol One Dollar per inch lor the first insertion, and Fifty Cents for each additional insertion. Address CORNELIUS WILLINGHAM. BA&TOW COLYTY —OFFICIAL DIRECTORY. County Ollicers. Ordinary—J. A. Howard—Oilice, court h ouse. Sheriff—Jas. Kennedy. Deputy sheri 11— A. M. Franklin, Clerk ol Superior Court—Thus. A. Word. Treasurer—Humphrey Cobb. Tax Collector—\V. W. Itich. Tax Receiver— W. W. Ginn. Commissioners—J. 11. Wikle, secretary; A. Knight; W. I. Benham ; A. C. Trimble; T. t , Moore. LIT V OFFICERS—CARTERSVILLE. Mayor—lt. 15. Trippe. Hoard ol Aldermen—J. C.Woffford, E. Payne; L. A. Chapman, A. L. Barron: Jno. A. Stover, M. H.GiLreatb; W. C. Edwards, it. W. Satter lield. Clerk —George Cobb. Treasurer— Benjamin F. Moun teas tic. SJarshals- John A. Gladden, James D. Wil kerson. CHURCH DIRECTORY. Methodist—Rev. I*. M. Ryburn, pastor. Preaching every Sunday util o’clock a. in. and B o’clock, p. m. Sunday school every Sunday at 9 o’clock u. m. Prayer meeting on Wednesday night. i iesbyterian--Rcv. Thco. E. Smith, pastor. Preaching every Sunday at 11 o’clock, a. m. Sunday school every Sunday at 9 o’clock. Prayer meeting on Wednesday night. Baptist--Rev. li. B. lleaden, pastor. Preach ing every Sunday at 11 o’clock, a. m., and 8 p. m. Sunday school every Sunday At 9 o’clock, Prayer meeting on Wetinesday nignt. Episcopal—A. W. ltees, Rector. Services oc casionally SECRET SOCIETIES. ‘ KM(,HTS OF lIOXOR. Bartow Cos. Lodge, No. 148, meets ' jlftK every Ist and 3rd Monday night / n Curry’s Ilall, cast side ofthe | m" — square, Cartersville, Ga. W. L. Kirkpatrick, A. C. Smith, Reporter. Dictator AMERICAN LEGION OF HONOR, Carters ville Council, No. 152, meets every second and fourth Monday nights in Curry’s hail. Geo. S Cobb, J, W. Harris, Jit., Secretary. Commahder.- POST DEFACE DIRECTORY. Mails North open 7:30 am 4:52 p m Mails South open 10:10 a m 9:04 p m Cherokee R. li. open 6:55 p m U alls North close 7:00 a m 4:00 pm ails South close 9:45 am B:3upm Jaerokee li. R. close 7:30 a m Rock Mail, via Fairihount, leaves Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays at 5:00 am. Arrives Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 5:00 pm. jJs2Jr“Money Order and Registered Letter Oilice open from 8:45 a m to-6 pm, v Jsl3y“General Delivery open from 8 a m to 6 pm. Open on Suuaay from 9am to 10:30 am. J. R. WIKLE, P. M. WESTERN & ATLANTIC R. R. ON AND AFTER June 20th, 1880, trains on this road will run as follows: 'northward. STATIONS, j No. 1. | No. 3, j No. 11. J Atlanta, 2 50pm 5 20am 7 50am 5 10pm Marietta, 3as “ 606 " 843 “ 609 “ Cartersv’e 436 “ 723 “ 949 “ 722 “ Kingston, 500 “ 7 51“ I 1018 “ 800 “ Dalton, 628 “ 926 “ 12 03pm Chatta’ga. 825 “ 10 56 “ | 140 “ SOUTHWARD. STATIONS, j No. 2. No. 4, No. 6. ChaUa’gu. 5 25pm 7 05um 6 45am Dalton, 715 *• 837 “ 1013“ Kingston, 843 “ 10 16 “ 107 pm 5 30am Cartersv’e 907 " 10 46 “ - 202 ** 604 “ Marietta, 10 12“ 11151 “ 429 “ 733 “ Atlanta, 11 00 “ |l2 40pm 6 1 850 “ CHEROKEE RAILROAD. ON AND AFTER Monday, October, 11, 1880, trains on this road will run daily, except Sunday, as follow's: westward. STATIONS. NO. 1. NO. 8. Leave Cartersville, 10:00 am 2:05 pm Arrive a.. htileaboro 10:36 a m 2:51 p m “ Taylorsville... 10:57 a m 3:17 p m Rockmart 11:36 a m 4:07 p m Ccdartown 12:35 pin 5:30 p m EASTWARD. STATIONS. NO. 2. NO. 4. Leave Ccdartown 3:10 pin 6:40 ain Arrive at Rockmart 4:06 p m 7:58 ain “ Taylorsville... 4:45 pm 8:48 am *• Stiiesboro...... 5:06 pm 9:14 am Cartersville— 5:45 pm KfrlO pPI ROME RAILROAD COMPANY. On and after Monday, Nov. 17, trains on this Road will run as follows: MORNING TRAIN—EVERY DAY. Leaves Rome 6 30 a m Arrives at Rome 10.00 a m EVENING TRAIN—SUNDAYS EXCEPTED. Leaves Rome 5:00 am Arrives at Rome .. 8:00 pm Both trains will make connection at Kings ton with trains on the W. and A. Railroad, to and from Atlanta and points South. Eben Uillyer, Pres. Jas. A. Smith, G. P Agt. TANARUS, W. MILNER. J. W. HARRIS, JR. MlLNlblt & HAIUUS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, CARTERSVILLE. GA. Office on West Main street, above Erwin. ST. JAMES HOTEL, (CARTERSVILLE, olA,) mUK UNDERSIGNED HAS RECENTLY B taken charge of this elegant new hotel. It ha* been newly furnished and is first-class in all respects, SAMPLE ROOM FOR COMMERCIAL TRAVELERS, Favorable terms to traveling theatrical coui oompanies. L. C. HOSS, Proprietor. XAXIOXAL HOTEL, DALTON, GA. J. (J. A. LEWIS, Proprietor. mHE ONLY FIRST CLASS HOTEL IN TIIE A. City. Large, well.ventilated rooms, splen did sample rooms for commercial travelers, polite waiters and excellent pure water. Jl^* 1 Rates moderate. seplOtf A., w. FITE ATTORNEY AT LAW, CARTERSVILLE, GA., Office:—With Col. A. Johnson, West side Public square. When not at office, can be found at office of Cartersville Express, Opera House. The Cartersville Express. CABIN PHILOSOPHY. February Scribner. Jes’ turn de back-log ober, dar—an’ pull your stools up nigher, An’ watch <?at ’possum cookin’ in the skillet by de fire; Lemme spread my legs out on de bricks to make my feelins flow, An’ I’ll grind you out a fac’ or two, to take befo’ you go. Now, in desebusy wukiu’ days, dey’s changed de Seripter fashions, An’ now you needn’t look to mirakuls to fur nish you wid rations; Now, when you’s wantin’ loaves o’ bread you got to go an’ fetch ’em, An’ ef you’s wautm’ fishes, you mus’ die your wuins and ketch ’em ; For you kiu put it down as sartiu dat de time is long gone by When sassages au’ ’taters use to raiu frum out dc sky! Ef you tliiuk about it keerfully an’ put it in de tes’, You’ll diskiver dat de safes’ plan is gin’uly dc bes’: Ef you stumble on a hornet’s nes’ an’ make de critters scatter, You needu’t slau’ dar like a fool an argefy de matter; An’ when the yaller fever comes an’ settles all aroun’, ’Tis better dan de karantcen to shuffle out o’ town ! Dai’s heap o’ dreadful music in de very fines? fiddle; A ripe an’ meller apple may be rotten in de middle; De wises’ lookin’ trabeler may be de bigges’ fool; Dar’s a lot o’ solid kickin’ in de humbles’ kind o’ mule; De preacher ain’t de holies’ dat w’ars de meek es’ look, An 1 docs de loudes’ bangin’ on de kiver ob de Book! De people pays deir bigges’ bills in buyiu’ lots an’ lan’s; Dey scatter all deir picayuucs aroun’ de pea nut.stall’s ; De twenties au’ de fifties goes in paying orf deir rents, But Ileben an’ de organ-grinder gits de copper cents. I nebber likes de cullud man dat thinks too much o’ eatin’; Dat frolics froo de wukiu’ days, an’ snoozes at de mcetin’ ; Dat jines de Temp’ance ’Ciety, an’ keeps a gittin tight, Au’pulls his water-milious in de middle ob de night! Dese milerterry nigger chaps, wid muskets in deir ban’s, Perradin’ froo de city to de music ob de ban’s, Had better drop deir guns an’ go to marehiii’ wid deir hoes, An’get a honcet lib bin 7 as dey chop dc cotton, rows, Or de State may put ’em alter while to drillin’ in de ditches, Wid more’n a single stripe a-runniu’ ’cross deir breeches! Well, you link dat doin’ uufnu’ ’tall is mighty sof au’ nice, But it busted up de renters in de iubly Para dise! You sec, dey bofe was human beins, jus’ like me and you, Au’ dey couldn’t rcggerlatc dcirselves wid not a thing to do. Win plenty wuk befo’ ’em, an’ a cotton crop to make, Dey’d nebber thought o’ ioafiu ’roun an’ chat tin' wid de snake! COL. W. H. SPARKS. Personal Recollections of Every Pres ident but Washington—Jeffer son, Madison and Story. “H. W, G.” in Philadelphia Times. Almost any day, sunny or wintry, there can be seen on the streets of Atlanta a short, thickset, sturdy old gentleman, bearing erectly on uu usually broad shoulders an immense head surmounted with a crown of white hair. A trifle reserved, hold ing himself like a gentleman and man of affairs, with ruddy face, and quick, penetrating eye, holding a stout cane in his hand, less for sup port than for a deference to an old habit of the southwest, the stranger who sees him usually inquires of some one for his name. Any by slander will inform the inquirer that it is “Col. William 11. Sparks, an old veteran, who has known more dis tinguished people than any man liv ing.” Ido not think there is so re markable a link between the past snd present to he found anywhere. Coi. Sparks is not a centenarian, being only about eighty-three, and he has none of the querulous weakness or vagueness of o.ld age. He is still good for a ten mile tramp; is a deeis ive, brilliant talker, and altogether a compact, vigorous old gentleman. He has been prominent in politics and society all his life and as a legis lator, writer and wit has been fa*' mous for more than half a century throughout the west and southwest. He has known, personally, every President since Washington and has the most entertaining gossip about each of them. He was the intimate friend of Henry Clay, Prentiss, Crawford and the most of their con- CARTERSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 1881. temporaries; sat opposite Aaron Burr at table for three months; heard the story of Andre from the lips of the man who superintended it; heard all the small talk of the meeting of the signers of the declaration of indepen dence from the mouth of John Adams, and is, in short, a perfect treasury of gossip and personal his tory. Y r our correspondent asked him this morning if it was true that, he had been personally acquainted with every President of the United States, except Washington. “Yes, air,” he replied, “I have had the acquaintance of every man who occupied the presidential chair since George Washington left it; the friendship and confidence of most of them.” % “Where did you meet John Adams? He must have died when you were very young.” “There is a story connected with that. I was at Cambridge with three young southern chums. We were discussing the best way to spend our fourth of July, and determined to spend it with ex-president Adams I wrote a letter soliciting the privi lege of calling on him, and destroy ed a quire or two of paper in framing the request. Mr. Adams replied that he would be happy to see us and instructed us to stop at a certain ho tel in Boston. As soon as we were registered the landlord informed us that Mr. Adams’ carriage was await ing us. At the door we found his coach, drawn by four horses and equipped in great pomp. We were rapidly driven to his home, where he welcomed us cordially, being touched, I think, of respect shown him by southerners. He gave us a most graphic acccuut of the signing of the declaration and the election of Washington as commander in chief. While we were with him he received the first of those letters from Jeffer son that led to the correspondence be tween them. He read it to us, and said: “This is the finest letter ever written by an octogenarian.” “Did you know Jefferson inti-? rnately?” “I knew him well. 1 was once traveling through Virginia with a young friend and stopped at a small tavern. As we were sitting in the tap room four distinguished looking young men passed up stairs and en tered a small room. I inquired as to wiio they were, and was informed that they were ex-president Jeffer son, ex-president Madison, chief justice Marshal and . lat once determined to see them, and knocked at the door of their room. Mr. Jef ferson came to the door and I stated that we were Georgians, who de sired to pay our respects to himself and his friends. He took us cordially by the hand and introduced us to the company. Mr. Madison was sitting in a corner with his h ad tied up in a handkerchief, and merely grunted when we were presented. We soon secured attention as we had just left Washington and bore to these dis tinguished gentlemen the first news of the Missouri compromise. When we left, after an hour’s stay, Mr. Jefferson followed us to the door. He took our hands in his and bending his head forward—it was as flat as a board on top—he said: “Go home young gentlemen, and prepare to de vote your talents and lives to the service of your country. The com promise has only scotched the snake, not killed it, and it will yet tear this country asunder. The south will need your services.” How prophetic were these words. I have since giv en the lives of my sons to the cause he then and dicated me.” “Was there much open talk of se ce siou then?” Let me tell you of a scene in Mr. Crawford’s room, just prior to the passage of that compromise. William H. Crawford, of Georgia was then the most powerful man in Washing ton. His rooms were the rendezvous of a band o: lofty and ardent spirits, such as Loundes, Calhoun, Clay, Troup, Randolph, Forsyth. He would have been the candidate of his party to succed Madison had he not declined to oppose Mr. Monroe. He was sent to France to succeed Mr. Livingstone, who was hard of hear ing. Crawford could not speak French, and Napoleon said after a reception. ‘America has sent me two senators, one of whom is deaf and the other dumb.’ On the night I speak of there was a meeting in Crawford’s rooms to discuss the Mis souri question. Mr. Holmes, of Maine, was present. Mr. Crawford was lying, as was his wont, upon a s ofa. Addressing the southern men present he told them that if they held slavery of more importance than the Utdon the time had come for them to secede, but if they thought the Union of more impor tance than slavery they must go home and begin gradual emancipa tion. He added that the slave States were strong enough then to go in peace and preserve their institutions, hut that they could never hope to maintain slavery in the Union.” At this Mr, Randolph jumped up and said: “Then let us go, and at once. Mr. Clay will be here to-morrow. I have not spoken to the fellow in years, but I will go to him to-morrow and beg him to go to his people, and urge them to quit the Union. I will go and uive mine to do the same, and I will follow his leadership to the last.” “Can Mr. Randolph be in earnest” asked Mr. Holmes, of Maine. “Intensely so,” replied Mr. Craw ford, “and the course of your people, Mr. Holmes, is forcing Mr. Ran dolph’s views upon the people of the whole south.” The next day Mr. Clay arrived from the west. The greatest anxiety was felt as to his course. His in fluence was tremendous and the wist especially was training under his lead. I shall never forget the scene when Mr. Clay entered the House the next morning. He was dressed in a suit of spotless black, and pale and majestic he walked down the aisle with the slouching stride of the race horse. By an in voluntary movement every member rose to his feet, in courtesy to the great man. Mr. Randolph ster ped into the aisle to meet him. When Clay saw him he appeared to grow a foot in height, but his face never lost its tranquility. Mr. Randolph was very much excited and said: “Good morning, Mr. Clay.” Mr. Clay bowed politely. Ran dolph then went on excitedly: “I have a duty to perfotm—so have you, sir. Leave your seat here, as I will leave mine. Tell your peo ple as I will teil mine—that the time h is come, when, if they would save themselves from ruin and preserve the liberties for which their fathers bled, they must leave these people of the north. Do this, sir; although I never did before, I will follow your lead in the effort to save our people.” Mr. Clay listened quietly and with out apparent surprise. When Ran dolph had concluded, he said with out raising his voice: “What you propose, Mr. Randolph, requires more than momentary con sideration,” and passed on. In a few days his famous speech on the com promise vv'as made, and the trouble passed over for a time. “President Jackson was a remark able man. Did you know him well?” “I did. I married the daughter of Abner Green, at whose house Jack son’s wife lived, await ing her divorce. I and she and our child spent the night with Jackson at the white house. I remember that there was in the corner of the fire place a box full of corn-cob pipes, out of which the stems protruded. I asked the president why he was so fond of cob pipes. He replied, “For the simple reason that they burn out before they begin to stink.” Col. Sparks was eloquent in his praise of “Old Hickory,” and devel oped two points that are interesting and new. Said he: “It is not at all j c: rtain that Jackson was born in : South Carolina; indeed, the special proofs seem to go to show that he was born in Ireland. Judge Alex- j ander Porter, of Louisiana, was an Irishman, and his parents lived in the neighborhood of where Jackson’s parents lived. He visited Europe shortly before his death and made diligent inquiry into the history of the Jacksons, and learned enough to satisfy him that Andrew was hern in Ireland and brought to America when two years old. Judge McNary, who had investigated, held the same opinion, and always contended that Jackson was four years older than he thought he was.” He says, further, “Jackson once told one of the advices his mother — a little dumpty, red-headed Irish woman—gave him when he left her for the last time. ‘Andy,’ she said, ‘you are going into a wild and strange country and among rough people. Never tell a lie or take what ain’t your own, nor sue anybody for slander nor assault and battery. Al ways settle their case yourself.” “Jackson was a negro trader, de spite the proof to the contrary, made by his friends. He had a small store at Brainsburg, in Claiborn county. At this trading point he received the negroes sent to him by his partner, and sold them into his neighborhood and into Louisiana. I have now sev eral hills of sale of negroes signed by Jackson in which his signature runs clear across the page. He quit # ne gro trading because he sold an un sound negro into Louisiana and had to stand a loss on him. He and his partner quarreled on adjusting this loss and he quit the business.” “Were you acquainted with any intimate friend of Washington?” “I knew intimately the man who knew him, perhaps, better than any other man ever did—Col. Ben Tal magp, who was Washington’s fa vorite aide. The circumstances un der which I knew him were inter esting, I passed the old gentleman one day as he was mending his gate. I was then a student. 1 raised my hat and bowed profoundly. He was struck by my evident respect, and asked Judge Reeve who I wa3 and why I had been so resppctful. I re plied: ‘Say to him that I could never walk into the presence of a man who has had the confidence of our great Washington with my hat on my head.’ This reply pleased him so much that it gained me a place at his fireside.” “He was full of reminiscences of Washington?” “Oh, yes; and very entertaining it was to hear him talk familiarly of the Father of his country. He said that no character in history had been so consistent as Washington’s. He was stern, slow, reserved and cold. Even Hamilton, whom lie loved and trusted above all men, never ven tured upon the slightest intimacy. I never saw General Washington laugh and only once or twice did I ever spe i him smile. I never saw him exhibit the slightest surprise or impatience. I was with him when he received in formation of Arnold’s treachery, and he received it as impassively as if it were an orderly’s report. Of all the officers of the army Greene was his favorite, and he was right, for Greene was a superior military man to Washington. I hekrd Washington say that Greene was the only man who could retrieve the mistake of G ttes and save the southern country. Mrs. Washington was less amiable than her husband. She always re membered that she was wealthy when she married Washington and she never let him ferget it. One of Washington’s strongest points was the quickness with which he read men. He mistrusted Burr from the first, and was rarely deceived in men. In this strain have I heard Col. Tal mage talk about Washington by the hour. And let me remark here that I have known many women who knew Washington. I never yet saw one that liked him. Gov. Wolcott told me that he had heard Mrs. Adams say she never believed that Washington had been more than po lite to Mrs. Washington.” “Was this Talmage the same who superintended the execution of An dre?” “Yes, sir, and I’ve heard him tell of that sad story a score of times, and always with tears. It was he who begged Washington to at least allow Andre to die a soldier’s death. Said he: “The saddest duty I have ever had to perform was communicating his refusal to Andre. He saw my embarrassment and feeling as I ap proached, and rising, said: ‘I thank, you, Colonel, for the interest you have taken in my case, but I see that it has proved of no avail; yet I am none the less grateful.’ He paused a moment and said: ‘lt Is hard to die, and to die thus. I have only a short time which I must employ in writ ing to my family. Shall I see you to-morrow, or is this our last part- ing?’ I told him it had been made my duty to superintend the execu tion. ‘We shall part then at the grave,’ he said, and covering his face with his hands, sank sobbing in his chair. When we met at’the scene of execution the next morning, he asked me to secure his watch, which had been taken from him at head quarters, and seud it to his family. I made the promise, but never secured | the watch. As he saw his grave a shudder ran through his frame, and he said: ‘I am to be hurled there. One more word, colonel; mark it, so that my friends may find it when this cruel conflict shall have ended.’ These were the last words he ever spoke to me. He pressed my hand, turned and ascended the scaffold with unfaltering steps. In a few moments all was over. Many a time have I heard Colonel Taira age tell this story, and a precious privilege I esteemed it to hear from the lips of the man who had superintended it the story of the execution of Andre.” “Who is the most eloquent, man you ever heard ?” “I have heard nearly every promi nent man that has figured in Ameri can history, and never heard any man to equal S. S. Prentiss. He and I were very close friends for many years and up to his death. His speech in Faneuil Hall, Boston, was the grandest effort ever made in that body perhaps. A venerable judge of New Jersey told me a strange story concerning Prentiss’ power. He said: “ ‘I never believed any living man could enchain my attention for three hours, as he is said to have done the audience at Faneuil Hall, so I took the first chance of hearing him. I found an enormous crowd gathered, and was unable to get a seat. As he began to speak I took out my watch to note the time. The first words that he uttered arrested my atten tion. There wa3 something in his eye that startled me, and the words came bubbling up so full of power, eloquence and originality, that I found myself enthralled. His flights of passion were so heart-searching and superb that I found it impossible to take my eyes from his face. At one time i thought I should faint under the intense feelings he pro duced. I forgot the presence of the crowd—l forgot my seventy years of age, although I was standing—and when at last his physical powers fail ing under the enormous pressure they were subjected to, he sunk back in his seat completely exhausted* I found that I was still holding in my hand the watch I had taken out three hours and fifteen minutes be* foie. My attention had been so coin* pletely absorbed that I hid failed to return it to my pocket. At my side there stood an old man—a minister of the gospel. He was livid with excitement and he said, ‘Will you ever doubt again that God inspires man.’ ” “Did you hear Prentiss speak of ten?’ ’ “Frequently. The greatest speech I ever heard him make was in a court room. It was in the prosecution of a prominent man for fraud. Pren tiss spoke for hours, producing the most wonderful effect. I returned from the court house with him and remarked that his conversation flagged. He said at last, ‘I never was so much fatigued. I feel as if I did not have an idea in my head.’ “You have poured out enough to day to empty any head,” I remark ed. “ ‘And yet,’ he said, ‘I have made a signal failure. I exhausted my quiver in the effort to pierce that man’s armor and reach his vitals, but his integuments were proof against my shafts and I failed.’ “‘Failed! Why you made the most powerful and telling speech of your life.’ “ ‘Yes, upon the audience, perhaps, but not on the victim—he escapes uncrushed. I care nothing for the crack of the rifle if the bullet flies wide of the mark. I wanted to reach his heart and crush it to remorse and confusion—hut I have learned that his obtusity is superior to my invec tive,’ “This w’as Prentiss’ way. He al ways had a terrible and earnest pur pose in his oratory. Poor fellow. His greatness was his ruin. His ge nius burned so fiercely that it wore his system away and created the de mand for artificial stimulants. The mere fact that liquor ruined one man like Prentiss is sufficient to have It banished entirely from the world. He said to me once: ‘The great mis take of my life was in leaving my northern home. There home in fluences might have restrained me, before this fearful habit got a hold upon me.’ Prentiss was a chivalric man in the highest sense of the word. He and H. S. Foote had a bitter feud that at last culminated in a duel, in which Foote was wounded. A short time afterward Prentiss was with some friends in Cincinnati, and a toadying fellow sought to curry favor with Prentiss by abusing Foote. At last he went so far as to denounce him as a dog. At this Prentiss turned sharply on him and said : ‘ Stop, sir! You shall not abuse Mr. Foote in my presence. If he is a dog he-is our dog, and he shall not be abused!’ ” But space fails for a further recital of the reminiscences of Col. Sparks. I have only written down a tithe of the graphic and entertaining things he told me, and he only drew casually upon his enormous fund ot personal information. He has embodied much of the gossip and history of the cen tury in a charming book called “The Memory of Fifty Years,” but when he dies there will perish with him more information concerning the great men of this country than was ever before locked up in the heart of any one man. Atlanta, January, 1881. NO. 5.