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Address CORNELIUS WILLINGHAM.
THE DEATH OF HOOD.
Tlr following poem was written
by Mr. Hayne, for the Hood memo
rial volume to be tilled by Georgia
writers, the proceeds to be given to
the orphan children in the name of
this State. Owing to the appearance
of a similar volume elsewhere, and
the final disposition of the children
the enterprise was abandoned, and
manuscript returned:
The maimed and broken warrior lay,
By his last foeman brought to bay.
No sounds of battlefield were there—
The drum’s deep bass, the trumpet’s blare.
No lines of swart battallions broke—
Infuriate through the sulphurous smoke.
But silence held the tainted room
An ominous hush, an awful gloom,—
Save when, with feverish moan he stirred,
And dropped some faint, half-muttered word,
Or outlined in vague, shadowy phrase,
The changeful scenes of perished days !
What thoughts on his bewildered brain,
Must then have flashed their bliuding pain !
The past and future blent in one
Wild chaos round life’s setting sun.
But most bis spirit’s yearning gaze
Was fain to pierce the future’s haze,
And haply view what fate should find
The tender loves he left behind.
“0 God! outworn, despondent, poor,
I tarry at Death’s opening door.
While subtlest ties of sacred birth *
Still bind me to the lives of earth:
How can I in calm courage die,
Thrilled by the anguish of a cry
I know from orphaned lips shall start
Above a father’s pulseless heart! ”
His eyes, by lingering languors kissed,
Shone like sad stars thro’ autumn mist;
And all his being felt the stress
Of helpless passion’s bitterness.
When from the fever-haunted room,
The prescient hush, the dreary gloom,
A blissful hope divinely stole
O’er the vexed waters of his soul,
That sank as sank that stormy sea,
Subdued by Christ In Galilee.
It whispered low, with smiling mouth —
“She is not dead —thy queenly South.
And sitlce for her each liberal vein
Lavished thy life like viut&ge rain,
When round the bursting wine press meet
The lonian harvester’s crimsoned feet ;
And since for her no galling curb
Could bind tby patriot will superb
Yea, since for her thine all was spent,
Unmeasured wjth a grand b*uteut—
Soldier, thine orphaned ones shall rest,
Serene on her imperial breast.
Her faithful arms shall be theij fold,
In summer’s beat and winter’s cold;
And how proud beauty melt above
Their weakness in majestic love!”
Ah then, the expiring hero’s face,
Eike Stephen’s glowed with rapturou! grace.
Mad missiles of morbid mood,
Hurled at his head in solitude,
No longer wounding, round it fell,
Peace sweetened his supreme farewell !
For sure the harmouious hope was true—
O South ! He leaned his faith on you!
And in clear vision, ere he died,
Saw its pare promise justified.
—Paul Hamilton Haynk.
The discovery of a human finger in
sausage is likely to “cast a gloom”
over the trade in that delicacy in
Liverpool. The explanation offered
was that the boy at the machine had
his fingers cut off, and the digit, be
ing left lying about, somehow went
in with the other mince meat while
its owner was in the hospital.
The papers of the late Thomas Car
lyle, have been left with Froude, the
historian. They consist of manu
scripts, journals apd letters from the
greatest celebrities of Carlyle’s age,
and are very voluminous. They
will probably be edited.
Be reserved, but not sour; grave
but not formal; bold, but not rash;
humble, but not servile; patient but
not insensible; constant, but not ob
stinate; cheerful, but not light.
Bather be sweet tempered than fa
miliar; familiar rather than Ultimate
and intimate with very few, and
t hose few upon good grounds.
The Cartersville Ex press.
COINCIDENTS.
Some -of our most distinguished
men frequently give expression to
sentiments which excite great ap
plause on account of brilliancy of
their originality. Asa rule it is safest
to take these scintillations cw/?i grcmo
satis, for not unfrequently they are
stolen properly, though this fact is
not known to the multitude. A cer
tain United States Senator, of ante
helium days, on one occasion made a
five minutes speech in the Senate
chamber, and the speech became fa
mou* throughout the Union, being
known as the “Hamilcar oration.”
A short while afterwards, in ‘‘Shields
Members of the Irish Bar,” among
the speeches of Plunket, the famous
“Hamilcar oration” was discovered,
almost word for word, as the Senator
had delivered it.
John Randolph, of lloanoke, and
Mr. Williams, of Rhode Island, both
members of Congress, once became
engaged in a war of words. Mr.
\Villiams bad been reared a shoema
ker. Mr. Randolph tauntingly asked
him what had become of his last and
leather apron. His reply was: “My
last I have thrown aside, and my
apron has long since been cut into
strips and sold to the gentleman’s an
cestors, out of which to make them
moccasins. This gentleman is noisy
for his size. If his ears were pinned
back I could swallow him entire.”
“Then,” replied Mr. Randolph, “you
would have more brains in your belly
than in your head.” The allusion to
the moccasins by Mr. Williams had
reference to the saying that Ran
dolph was of Indian extraction. The
point of his expression as to swallow
ing the great Virginian will be read
ily understood, as it is a matter of
histcry that Mr. Randolph was a lit
tle dried up specimen of humanity.
Randolph’s retort was considered the
weapon that broke the lance of his
antagonist. Mr. Stephens, our John
Randolph of to-day; is said to have
gotten off the same brilliant piece of
repartee in one of his ante-bellum
speeches. The originality of this
really fine specimen of sarcastic hu
mor loses itself entirely to the read
ers of Sir Walter Scott’s “Kenil
worth.” In chapter 27 of that inter
esting novel will be found an inter
view between Wayland Smith and
Flibbertigibbit or Dickie Sludge,
Wayland, in asking Dickie how he
had come off with a jolted headed
giant with whom he had left him,
says “I was afraid he would have
stripped tby clothes aud so swallow
ed thee as men peel and eat a roast
ing chestnut.” “Had he done so,”
replied Flibbertigibbet, “he would
have more brains in his guts than
ever he bad in his noddle.”
Quite an intellectual coincidence
this, of Sir Walter Scott, John Ran
dolph and Mr. Stephens.
We were recently struck with
another coincidence equally as for
cible. The great Irish lawyer, John
P. Curran, in his defence of A. H.
Rowan, tried for sedition at Dublin
in January, 1794. in speaking of the
corrupted judges of the revolution,
said: “Overwhelmed in the torrent
of corruption at an early period, they
lay at the bottom liko drowned bod
ies, while soundness or sanity re
mained in them ; but at length, be
coming bouyant by putrefaction, they
rose as they rotted and floated to the
surface of the polluted stream, where
they were drifted along, the objects
of terror and contagion and abomi
nation.” In 1867, at Van Wert, Ga.,
Hon. Robert Toombs, while deliver
ing a stump speech upon the condi
tion of the country at that time, said
of our present senator, Hon. Joseph
E. Brown, “Ignoble villain ! Buoy
ant in his own corruption, he rises as
he rots!”
Now, whose thunder was stolen?
Curran got his ideas in the following
manner: “A day or two before Mr,
Rowan’s trial, one of Mr. Curran’s
friends showed him a letter that he
had received from Bengal, in which
the writer, after mentioning the
Hindoo custom of throwing the dead
into the Ganges, added that he was
then upon the banks of that river,
and that as he wrote he could see sev
eral bodies floating down its stream.
The orator, shortly afterwards, while
describing a corrupted bench, recol
lected this fact and applied it as
above.” (Life of Currau, by bis son,
vol. 1, p. 316.) Where did Mr.
Toombs get his idea? Surely, this is
as singular an intellectual coinci
dence as that of Grady on the “De
fense of Christianity” and Mallock’s
“Is Life Worth Living?” Fine
thoughts are wealth, for which, when
a man takes, he should account. So
says Bailey, in his Festus.
H. R. G.
CARTERSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 1881.
EATING ONIONS.
From the Baltimore American.
A couple of voung girls living in a
boarding house on Charles street,
played a mean trick the other night
on another young and attractive
maiden in the same house. They all
had some cake and wine together,
and in the unsuspecting one’s glass
was poured a small portion of tinc
ture of assafoetida, which, as every
one knows, smells like a conglomera
tion of onions, bad eggs, decayed ve
getables and a host* of other things
too numerous to mention.
The prank-playing damsels knew
that the unhappy maid’s Charles
Augustus called on Sunday, and they
also knew that while she could not
detect the flavor of the assafoetida in
the fragrant wine, nevertheless it
would produce to her aforesaid
Charles Augustus the impression
that she had been eating onions by
the peck. Poor little unsuspecting
thing! She was radiant when she
flew to the door and admitted the
manly form of the object of her
heart’s affections; and she did not
observe, as they were locked in close
embrace, that as his lips met her’s,
drawing a dimple in the back of her
neck, that a look of wild, unuttera
ble horror spread over his linea
ments a dusky pallor.
He cut the ernbr ace short, and they
went and took their places on the
cosy tete-a-tete in the corner. Then
she noticed that there was a far-off,
troubled look in his eyes, and he
shifted about uneasily, as if vaguely
aware that something was the mat
ter, but that he couldn’t tell exactly
what it was. She couldn’t detect the
odor, which resembled day before
yesterday’s fried onions, and which
was lingering dreamily around on
the soft, warm air.
“Dearest,” asked she, shyly, “what
is the matter?”
“ Nothing, sweetheart, nothing;
that is nothing,” answered he, as his
gaze flew swiftly from one object to
another.
“But there must be,” said she,
leaning forward. “You are not your
self to night. You have something
on your mind. Tell me, darling,”
and she tried to gaze into his face,
while he dodged her with a look in
his eyes like that of a hunted wild
beast.
“My love, you are not well,” said
she, anxiously, as she wound her
arm about his neck and drew his
head about until their faces nearly
touched. “ Wh-h-hat is the mat
ter?” and she tenderly sighed her
soul into tears.
“Oh, great Godfrey!” he groaned,
as the fatal simoom struck him.
““You—that is, I—am not feeling
very well.”
“But, dearest, you looked ail right
when you came in,” she persisted,
lovingly, and then she sighed again,
and he jumped like a goaded mule,
and kicked over a little table.
“I know I did,” said he, nervous
ly picking up the poker and abstract
edly putting it in his coat-tail pocket.
“I know I did, but I’m awful bad
now; I’m afraid I’ll have to go,” he
continued, as she leaned over toward
him again. “I think lam going to
have the yellow fever.”
“Gracious, Charles,” 9aid she.—
“Can it be that you are ill?”
“Yes,” answered he, as he rose and
ran the poker through his hair in an
ill-directed’, agitated manner. “Good
night, darling. Don’t kiss me,” he
continued, shuddering, “you might
catch the fatal scourge,” and he burst
out of the door and disappeared.
The young girl, as she waudered
distressed and musing out of the
room, next tackled a gruff old lodger,
who, in pretty strong language, con
vinced her of the fact that she had
been eating onions; and she discov
ered the joke by asking the same
girls who had played the trick on
her, in an agonizing tone of voice, if
her breath was really perceptible.
They exploded with ill-timed levity,
and then told her all. She says now
she will never have anything to do
vt itli them as long she lives, and as
for Charles Augustus, well—
“Etiqueete” writes to us to inquire
if it would be proper for him to sup
port a lady if she was taken with a
faint—even if he hadn’t been intro
duced. Proper, young man, prop
her by all means.
Mr. Stephens says he is proud to
be called a “bout t on” and declares
that he Mill l.veand die a bourbon
democrat.
j WHY PEOPLE DON’T COME TO
GEORGIA. .
i
Tne following from the Macon Tel
| egraph and Messenger is as near our
j own view’s as we could make it. It
I is clear if our people would have a
desirable class of immigrants, they
must show that the land they live on
is not barren of anything but bur
dens for the occupants. The right
class of people will never come to
Georgia, that Georgians may ease
themselves of burdens by strapping
them on their shoulders.
The Telegraph says: “We have
some decided convictions on the sub
ject of immigration somewhat at va
riance with the general public senti
ment, and their presentation would
not interest the public now\ Still
there are a few facts to which we
would call attention that may be of
some practical value. We take it for
granted that human nature in the
immigrant is just the same as in our
selves. We appreciate a thing in
accordance with its cost. The same
principle governs in the selection of
a home. If we put some good thing
on the market it will be cabled for,
and by the very class we desire to
secure it. Therefore the best immi
gration scheme is economy, industry,
intelligence and good morals. Wher
ever these exist, the best class of
immigrants will come. They always
seek the places offering the best ad
vantages. The adventurer may be
attracted by cheap prices and glow
ing descriptions, but the thoughtful
and better class of people look for
thrift, intelligence and industrs\
“Georgia has had but few clearer
heads and more intelligent minds
lhan those possessed by the late ven
erable Judge H. V. Johnson. A
gentleman was discoursing with the
writer upon the excellence of his
section, in the hearing of the judge,
closing up with the expression that
all they lacked to have the fairest
and the best country in the South
was immigration of the right sort.
The venerable judge, waitiug for a
moment after this eloquent perora
tion, turned with one of his peculiar
looks and exclaimed: “No, sir, you
don’t want people; you want school
houses, churches and newspapers,
and when you have made your coun
try what it ought to be, the right
kind of people will come to you, not
before.” This was anew revelation
to my friend, but there was force and
truth in it.
“When we offered our lands so
cheaply the impression upon the in
telligent immigrant’s mind is that it
it is of no value. We may talk as
eloquently as we may of its possibil
ities, but the impression still re
mains. Georgia was one of the ori
ginal thirteen, and if these lands
were so productive as our agents rep
resent, they would have all been
cultivated long ago, is a thought that
fills the minds of those seeking
homes. The only way to remove
this impression is by intelligent cul
tivation and strict economy, demon
strating that our section is what we
claim for it. If our homes exhibit
the evidence of thrift and our neigh
bors are moral and law-abiding, and
our people prosperous and contented,
then we may look for capital and
intelligence to seek us out. If, as
Geargians, we apply ourselves to the
development of our country, her
great agricultural, mining and man
ufacturing rdsources, we will be one
of the richest peoples in the Union
in less than two decades. Our own
industry is a better advertisement
for Georgia than millions spent in
immigration schemes.
It is estimated that it wi.l only
take about twenty years to consume
the original pine forest of Georgia,
and it is thought to be time for the
adoption of some effecrive measures
of protection. The Macon Telegraph
& Messenger estimates the consump
tion during 1880 of little over 200,-
000 acres.
The Tennessee legislature has
chosen a woman as an engrossing
clerk. The susceptibie bald-headed
members swear that she is the most
engrossing clerk they ever had.
A Chicago “cream wash” for la
dies’ complexions is a mixture of
sour milk and cheap lard D makes
a woman ninety years old look as
blooming as a girl of sixteen.
Rev. W. W. Biys is reported as
saying, in his recent lecture at Sweet
water, Tetin., that no higher honor
could ba paid a lady th m to engrave
on her tombstone, “She was a cook. ”
PECULIARITIES OF A MULE.
One of the dead certainties about a
mule is that he is sure-footed, espe
cially with his hind feet. He never
misplaces them. If he advertises
that his feet will be at a certain spot
at a certain time, with a sample of
mule shoes to which he would call
your attention, you will always find
him there at the* appointed time.
He is as reliable as the day of judg
ment, and never cancels an engage
ment. Every man living Mho drove
a mule team during the war now
draws a pension. I never owned a
mule. I came near buying one once.
He was a fine-looking animal. His
ears stood up like the side spires od
an Episcopal church. His tail M T as
trimmed down so it looked like a tar
brush leaning up against him. He
was striped off like the American
flag, and Raphael’s cherubs never
looked more angelic than did that
mule. He looked all innoceuse, tho’
he was so in no sense. The owner
satin the wagon, with his chiu rest
ing on his hand, and his elbow rest
ing on his knee. In his other hand
he held a stick with a brad in the
end of it! I examined the mule and
a9ked the man a few questions, and
out of mere form inquired if the
mule was kind, or if he kicked.
“Kind? kind?” said the man, and
those were the last words he ever
uttered. He reached his stick over
the front of the wagon and struck
the brad into that mule.
It was awful to see a man snuffed
out so quickly as he was. It almost
took away my breath, he went so
suddenly. I never saw the thread of
life snap so abruptly as on that occa
sion. He did’t have time to leave a
message for his family. That mule
simply ducked his head, and a then
a pair of heels flew out behind; there
was a crash, a flying of splinters, and
that was all; and the next moment
that mule and I stood alone, my face
covered with astonishment two feet
deep, and his covered with an old
bridle. The next day I read an ac
count in the telegraphic news of a
shower of meat in Kentucky. I was
the only mah who could explain that
phenomenon, and 1 did not dare to,
lest I should be implicated in the
affair with the other mule.
Tha name of Ireland is synono
mous M’ith misfortune and affliction.
Letters from the Bishop of Achonry,
Clonfert and Killala foreshadow ano
ther season of want and misery that
looms out in the near future for the
poor peasants of the west of Ireland.
It was the common expectation that
the potato crop would bring the peo
ple through the most of the Mrinter
and spring, but the expectation has
not been realized, and the crop has
proved a miserable failure, particu
larly in Connaught. The Dublin
Freeman speaks as follows: “The bit
terness of the weather and the ab
sence of even the scantiest employ
ment are intensifying the anguish of
the outlook Lefore the unfortunate
peasantry, a*td are bewildering the
ingenuity of thU- truest and most
devoted friends. We do not write
these words for tho purpose of cre
ating a panic, or of suggesting t'<e
organization of such associations of
relief as have made the year that has
recently closed so splendidly as well
as so sadly memorable. We do not
believe that our suffering people
M’ould care to be again let out before
the world as mendicants for the
world’s charity. We refer to the
letters of three of the Western Bish
ops that we may direct the attention
of the Government to them, and that
we may implore of the Government
v ith all the earnestness at our com
mand to take notice in time of the
emphatic warning which they con
vey.”
Mrs. Grant made calls in Wash
ington tne other day dressed in pur
ple brocaded velvet and furs. And
still Grant hands round his hat.
,
After March 4th the stnate will
stand, Democrat 37, Republicans 37,
with Mahone and David Davis as
independents.
♦
Texau coM’boys are said to be com
mitting fearful depredations on the
Mexican stock-raisers in Sonora, and
tlie Mexicans are arming themselves.
The Tennessee legislature is at
M'ork on a railroad commission, very
similar, in all its parts, to our Geor
gia scheme.
New coal fields are to be opened on
tho line of the Cincinnati Southern
railway by Louisville capitalists.
GLEANINGS.
Garfield starts for Washington next
Monday.
The oheerful givor—he who givey
three cheers.
The re| ort that there is small pox
in Nashville is denied.
A man will never succeed itij busi
ness by false representations.
Cannibals sometimes have their
neighbors at dinner.
The Georgia Eclectic Association
meets in Atlanta on the Ist of March.
The gross earnings of the Ameri
can railroads in 1880, were 600,000,000.
Bernhardt tickets sold in Nash
ville at from six to fifty-seven dol
lars.
Hatching chickens by steam, as a
business, is about to be started in
Detroit.
The city of Loudon requires a
yearly supply of tweuty million gal
lons of milk.
If you want to see peaches iu win
ter look at the cheeks of a pretty girl
in a snow storm.
A Philadelphia man has invented
a talking machine. We infer that
he is not a married man.
There are 30,000 newspapers pub
lished in the world and over half of
these are printed in the English lan
guage.
Is Editor Mdill, of the Chicago
Tribune , who advocates spelling by
sound, a believer in the f-ik-c of
prayer ?
A Hartford company has paid $50,-
000 to George Capewell for the patent
light of a machine for making horse
shoe nails.
Getting up iu the morning is like
getting up in the world. You can
not do either without more or less
self-denial.
Blinders were first put upon horses
so that the animals might experience
less shame at being driven by an in
ferior animal.
The choir of the Cuaiberland Pres
byterian Church at Selma, Ala.,
uses a string band in performing
pieces of sacred music.
Some of the speculators in Bern
hardt tickets at Nashville got left
one of them coming out loser as
much as three hundred dollars.
The snow in the West has been
particularly damaging to the sheep
men. One firm who are wintering
their flocks near Copperopoiis, Mon
tana, have lost nearly half of them.
They have hay, but the sheep drifted
away from it during a storm, and
they n >w find it impossible to get
their sheep to the hay or the hay to
the sheep.
Miss Violet Brown, the thirteen
year old daughter of Gov. B. Grstz
Brown, of Missouri, was in the up
per story of a pnblic school at S't.
Louis, the other day, when the build-i
ing took fire. While the teacher**
were subsiding the panic and trying
to take the children out in safety, the
girl stepped to the window down
upon the roof of an extension of the
building, a distance of eight feet,
caught hold of the lightning rod and
slid down to the ground.
The “Methodist Year Book” for
1881, just issued from the publishing
house of the denomination, gives the
following interesting statistics: There
are now in church fellowship 4,609,-
000 followers of John Wesley, with a
Methodist population estimated it
23,400,000. There are 19 living bish
ops, of whom 12 are in active service
in the Northern States and six in the
Southern. The British Canadian and
Wesley and some other branches
of the. Methodist family, have no
bishops. The net capital of the pub
lishing house of the Northern church
is $1,550,000, and its total profits in
44 years have been over $3,000,000.
It issues 1,900 books a day on the
average. About 60 periodicals eman
ate from the church in the North
and 150 from all Method is ms. The
church in the North appropriates for
missions $778,000 for 1881, about haif
of which will be expended at home,
and the balance in foreign fields.
The various Methodisms have 39, < 00
itinerant preachers in the field and
85,000 local preachers, men who
preach on Sunday, and pursue some
secular calling an week days. * Meth
odism has numerous denominational
academies and seminaries and no
lack of colleges, among which are
the new Boston Uuiversity, the Wes*
leyan University, at Middleton, Con
necticut, and the new University at
Syrae iv\ ; ll of which are in prosper
ous condition.
NO. 8.