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YOL. XXIY. The Civrtcrsvillc Express, Established Twenty Years. KATES AND TKUMS. SUBSCRIPTIONS, One copy one year $l5O One copy six months 75 One copy three months 50 Payments invariably in advuuce. ADVKKTSIINU KATE!. Advertisements will he inserted at the rates of One Dollar per inch lor the first insertion, and Fifty Cents lor each additional insertion. 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.