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W A. SINGLETON, Editor and Proprietor.
VOLUME 111.
In War and in Peace.
He 10 io upon the tide of war,
For four 1 mg years he held the crest;
Of all the swords that gleamed afar,
Hardest bis seemed to be, and best.
He ruled the battle's bloody front,
A stern, impassive, silent man;
In fiercest fights he bore the brunt,
And etill puisoed his stubborn plan,
[ Honcrs were heaped upon his head,
And praise was his from all the land;
Fortune so far her favorite led,
Though late she took him by the hand.
Upon the tide of peace he rose,
Among the first they called him first;
Of all the rules our nation knows,
His was the darkest and the worst.
His was the rule of fraud and force,
He joined the swindle by the sword;
Of freedom's stream ho choked the source,
And still upheld the robbers' horde.
Fight years of recklessness, and worse,
O! wild misrule and moral blight,
Played havoc with the public purse,
Debauched the general sense of right.
Enough! Enough 1 No more of Grant!
Through many wounds tha country bleeds.
The older order new we want,
Of peaceful aims and honest deeds.
SHRILLING ADVENTURE.
Balloon'ng with a Madman.
M. Godard, in his last journey to
the clouds, was accompanied by a sin
gle fellow-traveler, who had paid
1,000 franc for the privilege of a
place by the side of the celebrated
aeronaut. The weather was splendid
and the balloon bud reach a consid
erable height.
“What effect has it on you ?” in
quired M. Godard of his conq anion.
“None whatever,” was the curl,
reply.
“I must compliment you,” said M.
Godard. “You are the first ametuer
I have ever known to reach this alti
tude without experiencing some emo
tion.’’
“Go higher,” said the ametuer,
coolly.
M. Godard threw out the ba last,
and the balloon flew up some sixty
yards higher.
“Now, how do you feel ?
“Jut as usual,” said his compan
ion, in rather a petulant tone.
“By Jove 1” exclaimed M. Godard,
“you are a born aeronaut, sir.”
The balloon kept on rising, and,
when a hundred yards higher, M.
Godard, for the third time questioned
his companion as to emotions.
“Emotions! Not a trace of emo
tion,” replied he, With the tone of a
man who feels he has been taken in,
“ Well, so much the Worse,’ said the
aeronaut. “I see I si'all not be able
to alarm yon; we have risen high
enough, and we shall now descend.
“Descend ?”
“Yes, certainly; it would be dan
gerous to go higher.
“I don’t care about the danger, and
I don’t Choose to descend. I’m going
higher, I am, I paid 1,000 francs in
order to experience Borne emotions,
and emotions I’ll have before going
down again.
M. Godard burst out laughing. He
thought the man was joking,
“Areyou going up higher or not?”
said the companion, at the same time
grasping M. Godard by the throat
and shaking him violently. “I in
tend to have my emotions.
M. Godard saw at a glance that he
had to deal with a madman. The
dilated eyes, the furious grasp, the
Very tone of his voice left no doubt
about that.
But what was to be done ? They
vere 3000 feet high among the clouds;
a strugglo was out of the question, as
one violent motion of the madman
would be enough to upset the car. All
these thoughts paseed through M.
Godard’s mind in less than a second.
His adversary was a powerful man,
and, without loosening his grasp, he
called out: “Ah, my fine fellow, you
have been playing the fool with me.
You have made me pay 1,000 francs
and not give hie a single emotion.
“Well, but wbftt would you liavo
me do?"' asked M. Godard,calmly and
soothingly.
“I am going to throw you over,"
said the madman, wilh a wild laugh;
‘ but first au idea strikes me; I’ll go
up to the top of tbo balloon;” and,
suiting the action to a word, he jump
ed into the rigging of the car.
‘But, my poor friend," said the
aeronaut, “you’ll kill youraell like
that—
The madman uttered a threat.
“At least,” said M. Godard, "let
me put a rope around your waist to
prevent any accident.
“Well, be it so,” said the madman,
who seem to see the necessity of some
precaution, and, the rope having been
attached, he recommenced cl’mbing
the rigging ol the balloon with the
agility of a squirrel, and in a few mo
ments was seated on tho apex, clap
ping his hands and shouting with joy.
All at once he takes out of his pocket
a large clasp knife, and, brandishing
it above his head, yells out, “Now, you
rascal! you wanted to descend, did
you? So you shall, with a vengeance!”
and, before M. Godard can utter a
word, four out ot the six ropes attack
ing the car to the balloon are cut, and
the car itself swinging helplessly out
side. The madman’s knife was now
touching the other two, when the
aeronaut calls out to him, “Stop, one
word 1"
“No, no ! down you go.”
“But let me tell you something, my
fiiend; we are now 3,000 feet high, it
is true, but that is not high enough
for a thoroughly good fall.”
“What do you mean ?” asked the
madman, confusedly.
“I mean this,that a fall of only 3,000
feet might not kill me, and I prefer
being killed to being only crippled.
Oblige me, therefore, by waiting until
we rise 3.000 or 4,000 feet higher.
“Agreed !” saul the madman, who
seemed to enjoy the idea ot such a
fall.
The aeronaut, keeps his word; he
throws out nearly the whole of the
ballast, and the balloon shoot up rap
idly. But, while the madman is at
tentively watcbiDg this operation, M.
Godard observes that among the cor
dage as yet untouched is the pulley of
the gas escape. lie gently draws the
cord, and the gas begins to escape
immediately under the spot where the
lunatic is perched. In a few minutes
the combined effects ol the gas and
the now intensely rarefied air are ap
parent, and the madman sinks into a
state bf lethargy. The aeronaut cau
tiously brings down his balloon, and
the terrible crisis is over.
Tlie Text.
A poor man and hie wife lived in t he
North of Ireland on a bit of a farm, so
small that it did not afford them a living,
and they ran behind on the rent. They
felt very uneasy and despond nt about
the debt. One Sabbath morning the
wife declared her intention of going to
meeting. Perhaps (he minister would
have a word of comfort for her, But
she came home more cast down than
ever.
“WhatVthe matter ? Had the minis
ter no good words for ye to-day ?” ask
ed the husband.
“Ah no,” replied she. “He held me
up to shame before the whole congrega
tion. What do ye think he took for his
text, man? Why this! ‘lf ye don’t
pay the rent, ye shall leave the par
ish.’ ’’
“There’s no such text in the Bible,"
said the husband,
“Deed then, there is* 1 saw him
read it out of the book with my own
two eyes,”
The husband was incredulous, and
took the first opportunity to ask one of
his neighbors, who bad been ai ser
vices, about the matter.
“Will ye tell me what the minister
took for his text the Sabbath morn ?"
said he.
“The text ? I mind it well!’’said the
neighbor. 'Except ye repent'ye shall
all likewisa perish.’
BUENA VISTA, MARION COUNTY, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 14, 1878.
lUa Hell Fire.
Me Duffe County (Qa.) Journal.
The following is a sermon recently
delivered by Kev. Stephen Gooeby, a
colored preacher, who says that the
great mistake of bis life is in not
preaching hell-fire enough:
My Belubbed Bruthren:
Du text dat you'll find in dc fifth
chapter of Judcacactus is dis:
“When dey henh sieb things dey
git skeered and howl.”
Dis, my bredren, is de language ob
de tex, an’ it will throw mo lite on de
scriptures dan a double barrel dic
tionary.
You all know how it wid de script
ures. You carit git nulhen out ob
em unless you read one side at a time.
Don when you read de odder side, you
can take de side dat suits you best,
cause you’s got no use for da odder.
Ligiou is like stealen chickens.
Dey all seem to roost mighty high at
fust, but bv-an-by you git use to it,
and it all comes round as natral as
pig tracks.
De reason you can’t understand de
Scriptures is cause dey sometime cor
responds with your ligion, Ligiou
makes sicli a change in some niggers
dat after dev gits in church dey wants
ter take a homestead on dere ligion
to pertect dere karacters. Dey keep
up dere old tricks, but dep’s mo keer
ful not to git kctched at cm. So you
see, my bredren, dat you can't under
stand dese things wit Lout lite, and
you can’t git lite without fire. Now
right heali is de pint, my bredren,
cause dere is no fire will answer fu
dis lite cept. hell-fire. We preachers
don’t preach hell-fire enuff. Wild
tire won t do, and Acre's no virtu in
percoon root. You is got ter bab
sho nuff hell-fire, cause wlnn dev
heali dat dey git skeered and howl.
Dere is nutlien else dat will keep your
ligion hot enuff. Dis lite
won’t do if, an' when ligion gits cool
once taint no count. Dese new lites
an’ edicated preachers is what flings
sich fusion into our doctrin. Disc
edicated preachers should ax no ques
tions, cause what we tell em is good
enough it it taint so.
All we want is for ’em to leave
things as dey is, an’ to leave us hell
fire an’ de di bbil to skeer sinners wid,
an’ we'll make em howl. From de
time Canon Farrer stole de debbil’s
brimstme, dey’s bin tryin to git hell
outen dere ligion, but, thank de Lord,
dey can’t do it. A sinner has got to
quit tbinkeii before you can make him
stop liis cantankerous ways, and you
can’t do him no good without giving
him the strongest medicine in the
chist. Hell fire is de only things dat
will reach him, but when you git after
him wid dat he will skeered an’ howl
sho. Bless de Lord dats de lite dat
rewives us. Git a sho enuff debbil to
skeer him with, an’ den show him de
hole ob repentance to crawl into an’
he’ll come into de church sho. No
matter how big a rascal be is, he will
tell a lie and come in afore he’ll let
you keep him out after he heahs bout
hell-fire.
Bredren, your salvation an de min
ister’s bread and butter pend on hell
fire, cause if you take it away de
preachers deraselves would be com
pelled to work for a living.
Now den in my conclusionarj re
marks I want to tell you dat dere Is
sich an ole debbil watching ober you,
and trying to skeer you into de hole
ob repentance, and he’ll mark ebry
nigger dat don’t gib sumthin when
dey pass around de hat, and
“I thank you for de tentiou
Dat you’s shown dis aiternoon,
Sister Grubbins will oblige us
By histen up a tune.
I see dat Brudder Cash's about
To pass 'round de hat,
So don't hab no half way doing
When it comes to dat.
67 failures have been reported for
July—total liabilities 15,738,171 —total
assets, $2,702,442.'
A. DEMOCRATIC FAMILY NEWSPAPER.
Bavarian Superstition.
A large proportion of the Bavarian
peasantry, unfortunately, entertain
the superstitious notion that fire
kindled by lightning is not to be ex
tinguished. When such an accident
happens they are discouraged and
do scarcely anythu-ig to check the
progress of the flames. A funeral
must never passthrough a tilled field,
not even in winter, though it might
considciably shorten the way. The
peasant is fully persuaded that a field
through which a funeral has passed
becomes barren. Except on extra
ordinary occasions, no funerals are
allowed on Mondays and Fridays.
A peasant who is in search of a wife
never goes, except on a Thursday •
Sunday, into the house where he <x
peels to make bis choice. The
bride and bridegroom are not to give
their bare hand to anybody except
each other at the alter, otherwise
they arc threaten'# with poverty
during ihe whole of their union. It
is also a very bad sign if, when the
bride returns from church, she finds
anybody on the threshold of her door.
When a young girl finds a loaf of tre
foil divi led into four instead of three
parts it is a sign that she will be
married within a year; at all events,
she carefully preserves this leaf til
her wedding day. On Christinas Eve
the countrymen are accustomed to
frequently drive out in sledges.
They think that this will cause their
hemp to bo more abundant and
higher. They do not fail to visit the
ale house, and to drink heartily the
same evening; being convinced that
tliis is the wav to make them look
well till the following Christmas.
They never destroy crickets by fire,
being convinced that those which es
cape will destroy their linen and
clothes. When a peasant looses his
way in the wood after sunset he
avoids calling any person to show him
the way, being convinced that in any
such case the evil spirit of the forest
would cause him to plunge still deep
er into its recesses.
Advice to Yount; Hen.
Ji\se early; be abstemious; be frugal;
attend to your own business and never
trust it to another; be not afraid to
work, with your own hands and diligent
ly; treat every one with civility and re
spect —good manners will insure success;
accomplish what you undertakejdecide,
then perserve; diligence and indusiry
overcome all difficultiesjncvei be mean,
rather give than take the odd shilling;
never postpone till the morrow what can
be done to-day; never anticipate wealth
from any source but labor; honesty is
not only the best policy, but the only
policy; commence at the first round and
keep climbing; make your work as good
as your bond; seek knowledge to plan,
enterprise to execute; honesty to govern
all; never trade beyond yonr stock;never
give too large credit; time is money;
make few promises; keep your secrets;
live wifhin your income; sobriety above
all things; luck is a word that does not
apply to a successful man; not too much
caution —slow but sure is the thing; the
highest monuments are built piece by
piece; step by step we mount the pyra
mids; be bold, be resolute when tbo
clouds gather; difficulties are surmount
ed by opposition; self-confidencc, self
reliance is your capital; your conscince
is the best monitor never be over san
guine, but don’t underrate your own
abilities; don’t be discouraged; ninety
nine may say no, the handretb, yes;
take off your coat, roll up your sleeves,
don’t be afraid of manual labor.
Tbe total nationel debt of the United
States in Ju&e last amounted to $2,-
013,564,821 less the cash in the Treas
ury. In addition to the above of in
debtness, the government is responsible
for $64,623,512 for the Pacific Rail
road.
THE ST. BlSOn TWIHB.
THE ST. BENOIT TWINS.
We get the above illustration and
the following article from the Scien
tifit American , the best scientist
journal on the Western Continent:
“One of the most astonishing freaks
of nature which has ever been brought
to public notice is the so called St,
Benoit Twins. Two children, perfect
in every respect above the lowest rib,
at that point literally fused into one.
The perfect lower body of one child
belongs to the perfect upper bodies of
two,an arrangement,so to speak, read
ily comprehensible from the above
engraving. They are a pair of ex
ceedingly pretty, wide awake babies,
remarkably well developed for their
ago, end to al! uppcsances possessing
as good a chance for continued exist
ence as any single infantile member of
the human family. With the cxcep.
tion of their wonderful coalescence
there are no exterior signs of anything
abnormal. In a word, nature lias
seemingly taken a selection of parts
of the bodies of two children and
neatly joined them in this odd form.
The twins were born in Junuary
last in the paish of St. Benoit,about 40
miles north of Montreal, Canada.
Their parents, Dronin by name, are
French hcibitans, and stout, healthy
people. Their former child, a girl,
two years of age, exhibits no abnor
mal peculiarities, nor have such ap
peared in any previous generation of
the family. The twins, which are
female, weighed at birth 13 pounds
They have been more than usually
free from the ailment common to ear
ly infancy, and at the present time
weigh 22 pounds. In individu
ality they are perfectly distinct, no
nervous connection being tracable.
One sleeps tranquilly while the other
may be fretting, \ or one may be
hungry while the other is not. Each
control Is the leg nearest it, and aper
ients administer to one do not effect
the other. The latter result shows
that there are distinct digestive sys
tems, which are relieved, however,by
a common passage into which both
open. The kidneys and bladders are
probably separate, but the genative
organ are, it is believed, single and
perfectly normal. The union of the
bodies occurs, as stated, just below
the lowei rib, the fork being smooth,
and the naval situated on the medi
an line common to both. As they lie
on the nurse’s lap, dressed, the twins
appear to be simply two babies placed
side by side, heads and feet in oppo
site directions, or rather the appear
ance is as if the upper portions of the
the bodies had been squarely joined,
a single pair of legs protruding at one
side.
Why was the giant Goliah Very
much astonished when David hit him
with a stone? Because such a thing
had never entered his head before.
i lady is well pleased when she is
dressed, but better pleased when she
is addressed.
Origin of tlie White Trash.
A negro preacher delivered a fu
neral discourse over tbe body of an
old colored brother, in which he gave
an account of the gencssis of the
species (white), which threw Dawin
and all his vain philosophers of mol
ecular, granular an au'omic crea
tion completely in the shade.
“My bredren, when Adam and Ebe
wus fuss mek, dek wus bof niggers.
But the good Lord put ’em iude gar
den where he had summer apples,
and tole em, “Adam, you and Ebe
may eat dem summer apples as much
as you want, but you jest let dem
Fowler apples be—l dun sabe dem
for my own special toof; deise like
sheep meet, too good fur niggers.”
Den de Lord went off bout his bis
ness leminadin’ up an’ down the arth
huntin’ who he mout sabe up. But
he no sooner turned his back dan,
jes like de fool niggers, Adam and Ebe
steal all dem Fowler apples; Ebe tex
de fus one, smact her lubly, thick lips
and quired of Adam, “How is dat for
hi ?” Adam said dat it was ail O. K.,
and deb Went fur dem fowler apples
like the heathen Chinee.
Bimebi de Lord comes back, an’
de fust he said was, ‘Adam, where
my Fowler apples;’ den Adam got
skeered, and said ‘I dunno, Lord,
I speck Ebe got ’em.’ And de Lord
went to Ebe, and say, ‘Ebe, you got
dem fowler apples?’ Den Ebe got
skeered, and said, ‘Dunno, Lord, but
I kinder speck dat fool nigger Adam
tex’em.’ Den de Lord got so mad
he fairly smac his teef. He stomped
back up ter whur Adam was standin’
like a sheep-killin’ dog, and he mek
the ground fairly shake when he say,
‘Adam, you gran’ ole thief, what for
you steal my Fowler apples?’ Adam
got so skeered he turned white as a
sheet! and, my belnbed, bredren he
neber got black any mo, and dat
counts fur de po white trash we sec
Ilyin round heah so gran, votm de
Dimicrat ticket I Let us look ter de
Lord, an’ be dismist.
A fishing party on the banks of Shoal
creek, Jasper county, Mo., heard a noise
in the underbusb, and going in the di
rection of the sounds, saw a large coon
and two large black snakes in deadly
combat, the former getting the worst of
the fight. One of the reptiles was coiled
around the coon’s body, and whenever
it attempted to nse its teeth the other
snake struck at its eyes. It attempted
to retreat, but tho snake which encir
cled it dropped a coil, and' as quick as
thought took a “half hitch around a
small sapling. It tried hard to pull
loose, and while its energies were bent
in that direction the other snake took a
coil around tho coon’s neck, and in a few
minutes choked the life out of it. The
spectators who had been dumb witnesses
of the struggle, advanced and killed the
victors. One measured nice feet and
the olhet seven feer, six inches.
Subscription, f‘2 0(5
A Cubic Hllc.
Professor Berstein, an eminent nsfur
alist in Berlin, Germany, gives the
following graphic description of one
German geographical cubic mile (ono
mile equals 10,126 yards, to illuafra’a
the size of our earth, which combines
only 2,662 such : “Imagine a box ot e
miles each way—long, wide and deep—
and let us try to fill it up. Berlin ia
handy we take the city as if it were a
toy. and throw it into our box. We go
to Potsdam, pick up all in, Tbe bot.
tom is not yet covered. We will taka
Paris, with all her columns, towers
and churches, which helped a little, so
we must take London also. Vienna
can go in, too, and will not disturb tie
peace. St. Petersburg comes in next.
All this stuff lies at the bottom. We
begin now to take up all the cities,
towns, villages, forts, farms, everything
that human hands have built in Europe
and all the ships floating on the sea. It
helps nothing! We must go to old and
new worlds, throw in the pyramids of
Egypt, and the railroads and factories
of America, and everything, else made
by man in Asia, Africa and America—
lo! our boxes is not half full yet. We
we will shake up the things a little to
make then even, and as we are bound to
fill tb6 box, let as see if we cannot do it
with the people and lay them in like
herrings. One row will require 12,000
and 4,000 rows make one layer of 58,*
000,000 —just enough for North Amer
icans. To make them feel more com
fortable, we will put between eaoh layer
a bed of straw and leaves, say thirty feet
thick, which will take all the straw and
leaves in the world. Upon the Americana
we will lay 3,000,066 of Australians and
45,000,000 of Asiastic, another layer.
There are about 800,000,000 more As
iatics; thus We proceed until all the rest
of mankind are in—-1,4000,006,000 in
about thirty layers. The box is now
about half full, and it would require
about fifteen times that number o? people
to fill it. What shall we do 1 Animals
of course, are still left. Take all the
animals yet it is not full; and all this is
only one geographical cubic mile, ot
which the earth contains 2,661.
The prettiest as well as the most
inexpensive rustic vases for flow
ers, can be made by any one in half
au hour. Take a butter firkin of tho
size and fofm desired, and cover it
from half ah inch to an inch in
thickness with cement. The ex
terior may be left smooth or rough,
according to taste, although the
more irregular tho surface the
prettier its appearance with the
great majority. It requires about
two day’s to become perfectly hard;
during this time it must bo kept
Irom rain or wet.
There aro about 1,000,000 people
in France who are dependent on grape
culture for a living. A vine plague is
now destroying then: only source of
support.
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