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BY T. L. GANTT. OGLETHORPE ECHO PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING. BY T. L. GANTT, Editor and Proprietor. NUBNCRIPTION. ONE YEAR #2.00 SIX MONTHS 1.00 THREE MONTHS 50 CLUB RATES. FIVE COPTES or less than 10, each... 1.75 TEN COPIES or more, each ~ 1.50 Terms —Cash in advance. No paper sent until money received. All papers stopped at expiration of time, unless renewed. ADVERTISING RATES. The following table shows onr lowest cash rates for advertising. No deviation will he made from them in any case. Parties can readily tell what their advertisement will Cost them before it is inserted. We count our space by the inch. TIME. 1 in. 2 in. 3 in. 4 in. i col i col. 1 col 1 w’k, $l.OO $2.00 $3.00 $4.00 $6.00 $lO.OO $l4 2 “ 1.75 2.75 4.00 5.00 8.00 13.00 18 3 “ 2.50 3.25 5.00 6.00 10.00 16.00 22 4 “ 3.00 4.00 6.00 7,00 11.00 18.88 26 6 “ 3.50 4.50 6.00 8.00 12.00 20.00 30 6 “ 4.00 5.00 7.50 8.00 13.00 22.00 33 8 •* 6.00 6.00 9.0010.00 15.00 25.00 40 3 mos, 6.00 8.0011.0014.00 18.00 30.00 50 4 “ 7.00 10.0014.0017.00 21.00 35.00 50 6 “ 8.,50 12.0016.00 20.00 26.00 45.00 75 9 “ 10.00 15.00 20.0025.00 33.00 60.00 100 12 “ 12.00 18.00 24.0030.00 40.00 7.5.00 120 All advertisements are due upon the first appearance of the same, and the bill will be presented whenever the money is needed. Merchants advertising by the year will be ealled on for settlement quarterly. I/Cgnl Advertisements. Sheriff Sales, per levy, 10 lines $5 00 Executors’, Aumini4trators’ and Guardi an’s Sales, per square 7 00 Each additional square 5 00 Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 30 days, 4 00 Notice of Leave to sell, 30 days 3 00 Letters of Administration, 30 days 4 00 Letters of Dismission, 3 months 5 00 Letters of Guardianship, 30 days 4 00 Letters of Dis. Guaifftmship, 40 days.... 3 75 Homestead Notices, 2 insertions......* 2 00 Rule Nisi’s per square, each insertion... 1 00 ATHENS CARDS. REESE DEALERS IN Fancy and Domestic Dry Goods, Hats, Shoes, CHINA AND GLASSWARE, NOTIONS, &C. LESTER’S BLOCK, ATHENS, GA. SUMMER II ROODS AT LOW PRICES! S. C. DOBBS, New Planter's Store, BROAD STREET, - - ATHENS, GA., Have now in store one of the best selected stocks of Spring and Summer Dry Goods, of all kinds, GROCERIES, PROVISION. Etc., ever brought to Athens, which he will sell as LOW FOR THE CASH as can be bought elsewhere in the city. 1 ask that the citizens of Oglethorpe give me a trial when they visit Athens, and 1 will convince them that they can purchase of me its low as goods can be sold. I have eve y artiele needed by farmers or their families. apr2-tf PROFESSIONAL CARDS, OF ONE HALF INCH, inserted in the Echo at only So a year, if paid strictly in advance. Ociletljorjre (£cl)o. Written for the Echo.] WAITING. “fkaxk.” The shadowy boatman’s solemn call Will sound ere long for me— The mirage of the other shore Already I can see. The spires and domes of city fair, And stately groves of palm, By streams whose waters clear contain For every wound a balm. The music of the spirit choir, Like wind harp’s sweet, sad strain, Is borne upon the ambient air And eharms away the pain That long, with shackles dark and strong, Hath bound my trembling frame— And caused the joy of life to prove For me an empty name. Oh ! boatman, welcome he thy call, I’ll meet thee on the brink, And to the memory of jiast grief The cup of Lethe drink. A fond farewell I’ll have for those Who may have loved me here, Or sought with tender, pitying hearts A lonely life to cheer. My treasures long have “ gone before”— They left me one by one, And journeyed to the brighter shore Beyond time's setting sun. I know I’ll see them all again,. I’ll find them “over there,” The honored age, the dark-eyed youth, And babe with golden hair. They hold tlieir hands toward me now, And call me day by day : I seem to hear each well known voice Cry, “ Come, oh ! come away !” Then boatman, tarry not so long— I’m near the river side, And listening for thy mournful song Each day at eventide. Written for the Echo.] LINES Inscribed to my daughter on its being suggest ed that I should tame her —that she was grooving too large to be so frolicsome. “ YANCEY.” Tame her! ah, please explain tlie word ? Would you clip tlie wings of the new-fledged bird ? Would you liusli the oriole’s tuneful^ay, Or tone his song to one less gay ? Tame her! pray chain the stream to its moun tain bed, Or still tlie free zephyrs that fan thy head. Would you bind the limbs of the wild gazelle, Or force it with the tiresome sloth to dwell ? Tame her! ah, no —the hand of Time Will harden to, prose life’s gleesome rhyme. Sorrow will clip thy wings too soon — Life’s beautiful morning will grow sultry at noon. Tame thee! ah no, not mine the hand To touch thy joy with the blightning brand That the hollow-hearted world applies To the heart of youth when first it—sighs. Tame thee ! ah, does that mean to school The gay, young heart to fashion’s rule ? To tone thy merry laugh,, my child, To softer note, less free and wild ? Tame thee! aye, teach thy heart to hide Each warm impulse, that like the tfde, Delights to ebb and flow, nor fears To laugh, not smile, to wipe, not crush its tears. Tame thee ! ah no, not I, sweet one, Will ever cloud life’s rising sun. Be glad, be gay, let no false chain Fetter thy heart and clog thy brain. Time, the hard master, tames us all— He brings each one within his thrall. He touches tlie spring of youth’s glad fount, And scatters his frosts on its sun-lit mount. He puts the plastic heart in his frigid mould, And gilds with false glitter the virgin gold. He’ll bind thy free spirit soon enough. As life’s widening path grows rugged and rough. Tame thee! ah no, that heart, I ween, Is far too pure to wear a screen. Give vent to its impulses, glad and free — There is no evil, I’m sure, in thee. Wear no false mask —he my own, free child, Merry and loving, gleesome and wild. Sing, my sweet bird, your own glad song; Your spring-time sonnet lasts not long. Heaven bless thee, my own, my darling one, And clear quickly each cloud that veils life’s sun, And keep thee as pure and happy alway As thou art e’en now, in youth’s opening day. Bite of the Rattlesnake. — A post office agent traveling in Texas tells of the successful use of the gall of a rattlesnake as an antidote for the bite of that rep tile. In the case spoken of relief was almost instantaneous to the patient, who was writhing in paroxysms of great pain, rapidly swelling and becoming purple. A friend of the writer, who spent several years in California and New Mexico, saw the same remedy successfully used among the Indians in the latter country. In one instance, an Indian’s dog near the camp was bitten in the nose by a large rattlesnake. The Indians immedi ately opened the reptile and administer ed the gall. The cure was rapid and effectual. — St. Augustine {Fla.) Press. Watchmakers’ Oil.— The singularly lumped oil drawn from the jawbones of blaekfish, which is used by watchmakers the world over, almost comes from Prov incetown, although the total con sumption is only two hundred gallons yearly. CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JULY 16, 1875. BEVILTEIEB. —lf you don’t bridal your tongue, sad dle be your fate. —The biggest grave in the world is that of the Dead Sea. —A crack invisible to the naked eye— The crack of a whip. —And now let the weather put a head •on each cabbage plant. —Drinking glass after glass must pro duce pains in your insides. —There is a man in Oregon who never saw a woman. He is blind. —Hot, hotter, hottest! Hottentot, hottentotter, hottentest! Hottissimo, hotissimi, hettissimus! Hotj! —The hair from ladies’ braid should never be worn on the lapel of a gentle man’s coat; unless the parties are en gaged. —“ We read in de good book,” says a colored Baptist brother down South, “of John de Baptist—never of John de Methodist.” —“ What is the cause of that bell’s ringing?” inquired William. “ I think,” said John, “that somebody has pulled the rope. —Rising Junior: “O, Charlie! I ex pect to graduate at next commencement.” “ Graduate ? what will you graduate in?” “ Why, in white tule!” • —A female justice of the peace in Wyoming had to stop to pin up her hair while solemnly sentencing a prisoner to three months in jail. * —lf, says a contemporary, Brigham Young wore an additional “ weed” on his hat every time he lost a wife or moth er-in-law, it is estimated his hat would have to be twenty-seven feet high. —A Chicago man owns a dog which knows when Sunday comes. He knows it because on that day his master always gets down his fishpole and leaves the house by the back door. Applies to oth er places. —“ We can detect the old rebel yell,” says the Buffalo Express, “in the ap plause that cheers on the Democratic cause in Ohio.” Then, why the dickens don’t you throw down your gun and take to your heels, as you always used to do? —They were seated at a late dinner when the bell rang and a servant handed a card to Lavender’s wife. “ Why good gracious, it’s our minister, and I’ve been eating onions I” she exclaimed. “Never mind,” said Lavender “you needn’t kiss him to-day.” —“ The ruling passion strong in death” was never more forcibly illustrated than by the young mother, who, upon the momentary realization of the successful termination of the pains of parturition, exclaimed, “ Thank goodness ! I guess I can pin my dress back now /” —The united ages of a Stonington bride and bridegroom were 87 years • but, as he contributed 74 of them, he left his wife but 13 to make up the sum. He had eight married children and numer ous grand-children. She had none. But, for all that, he had clearly the best of the bargain. —lt is reported that Anna Culver, of Pennsylvania, who went out to the Fiji Island last summer as a missionary, is at home again. Her first Sunday school class came shuffling into her house one morning with nothing on but neck laces, whereupon Anna’s enthusiasm in the cause all melted away. —As a general thing we do not im plore young gentlemen to dress gushing ly ; but if they will wear a handkerchief in the rear pocket to their pantaloons, it would be an ordinary favor to a blush ing public to select such as have orna mented borders. We like to feel sure its a handkerchief, that’s all. —A woman who attended an amateur theatrical performance in Pittsburgh was “ astonished almost beyond measure at the exhibition of shriveled limbs, bandy legs and knock knees” of the male tra gedians. “ The physical degeneracy of the day has seldom been so fully dis played in public,” she says. —A certain clerk in a Western village recently made the following com ment on Pocahontas. Said he : “ Poca hontas was a great man ; Pocahontas was a kind-hearted and true man.” “ Hold on,” cried his champion, “ Poca hontas was a woman.” “She was, eh?” said he. “Well, that’s jnst my luck. How am I expected to know? I never read the Bible.” —“ Summer draws near,” mused Jenkius, as he gazed on the landscape from his cottage window the other morn ing. “ Summer drawers ; dear, indeed,” said Mrs. J., sharply. “If you go to putting on summer drawers before the Ist of July, you may double up with the rheumatiz before I’ll sit up all night rubbing you again, Mr. Jenkins.” —A catalogue of a well known book seller perpetrates the following—unin tentionally, of course. Apropos of a work on xylography, it says: “It con tains sixty-nine engraving, either from wood or metal, twelve of which bear in scriptions representing scenes of Chris-' tian mythology, figures of patriarchs, saints, devils, and other Dignitaries of the Church!” —Here’s a good thing on the ** tater bug.” Three men comparing notes: One says, “ There are three bugs to every stalk.” A second says, “They have cut down my early crop, and are sitting on the fence waiting for my last crop to come up.” “ Pshaw !*’ said the third, “ you knew nothing about it. I passed a seed store the other day, and saw the bugs looking over the books to see who had bought seed potatoes.” WAS SHE A BRICK? It was one of the handsome packets on the river, and among the passengers bound for Vicksburg were a Georgian and his wife who have relatives in Missis sippi- He was a large-sized, handsome-look ing maD, and she was a pleasant looking little woman, with blue eyes and short chestnut curls. One would have said that she would have screamed at a tilt of the boat. He sat smoking with other gentlemen after she had retired to her state-room, and the cabin was entirely clear of ladies when someone proposed a game of cards. In ten minutes after, half a dozen men were shuffling cards over cabin tables, and the Georgian was matched against one who was a stranger to all on board. He was a quiet, courteous, well-dressed man, and had been taken for a traveller in search of health. He was lucky with his cards, but he did not propose playing for stakes. It was this that nettled the Geor gian who proposed it. He called himself a champion hand at poker, and when he found that he had met his equal he de termined to test the stranger’s financial mettle. They had fifty dollars on the table when the Captain looked into the cabin. He caught the Georgian’s eye and gave him to understand that his opponent was a river black leg, but the other gentlemen had dropped their cards and crowded around, money was up, and the informa tion had come too late. Besides, the Georgian was doing well enough, and he flattered himself that he could teach the courteous black-leg a lesson. It was a very quiet group around the table, and after the play had continued for fifteen minutes the gentlemen spoke in whispers, and some of them were re minded of old times on the Mississippi, when the gamblers had the full run of every boat. The Georgian had luck with him from the start, and while he looked smiling and confident the gambler appeared to grow excited and uneasy. His money was raked across the table until the Georgian had S2OO in greenbacks before him. The stakes had been light up to this time, both men seeming to fear each other’s skill. The Georgian proposed to increase them, the gambler agreed. In ten minutes the latter had his S2OO back: Luck had turned. The Georgian lost S2O ; then SSO; then SBO ; then f 100. The gambler’s face wore a quiet smile. The Georgian became nervous. His hands trembled as he held up the cards, and his face was wet with moisture. “ Come gentleman! said one of the group, let’s have a general hand for amusement and then turn in. The Georgian looked up with a fixed glance and replied: “ I have lost $400; he must give me a fair show!” The play went on. The heap of green backs at the gambler’s right hand grew larger. Once in a while the Georgian won, but he lost $lO for every one gained. He finally laid down his cards, pulled a roll of bills from a breast-pocket, and counted out S3OO. That was his pile. In less than ten minutes every dollar of it had been added to the gambler’s heap. “ Gentlemen will you smoke ?” asked the gambler, as he turned around and drew his cigar case. They knew his character in spite of his disguise, and they refused. “ I am sorry for my friend,” he contin ued, biting at the end of a cigar, “ but you will agree that the play was fair.” The Georgian had passed out on the promenade deck. The gambler turned to his stack of bills and was counting them when there was a sharp exclama tion, the sounds of a brief struggle, and the little woman with blue eyes entered the cabbin. She was half undressed, a shawl thrown over her shoulders,and she had a revolver in her hand. No one had seen her leave her state room and cross the cabin. No one knew that her husband had the revolver in his hand as she softly came upon him. “Go back !” he whispered—l am coming in a moment. With swift motion she seized the wea pon, wrenched it from his grasp, and as she came down the cabin to the table at which the gambler sat, and around which half a dozen men yet lingered, her blue eyes were full of fire. The gambler looked up. The hammer of the revolver came up w r ith a double click. A white arm stretched out, and the muzzle of the revolver looked straight into the gambler’s face. He turned pale ; the men fell back. For half a minute the deep silence was broken only by the faint splash of the paddle-wheels. “ Go!” she said. He rose np and reached for the money. “Leave it!” she whispered, making a threatening motion with the revolver. He retreated back. She followed. Foot by foot he flanked across the cab in, the muzzle of the revolver always on a line with his face. He backed through the door on to the promenade deck, and the railing was there. “Jump F’ she whispered. The boat was running along within three hundred feet of the shore. Over the rail to the water was a terrible leap. “ Yon can have the money !” he said. “ Jump! ” she repeated. “I will not!” The arm came up a little, and the light from the cabin showed him a cold, strange, determined look on her face. He turned about, and shivered, and was over the rail, leaping far out and unable to suppress a cry of alarm as he felt himself going down. The boat swept along, her arm fell, and re-entering the cabin, she sat down, leaned her head on the table and wept bitterly. The passengere said she was a “ brick.” Was she ? A Mother’s Warning Remembered Too Late. “Johnson, the officer says you were drunk, and that you haven’t drawn a sober breath for a week. How is that, J ohnson ?” “ Yer honor,” said Johnson, as he dropped one arm over the rail, and lean ed back heavily on the policeman who supported him by the shoulder, “ yer honor, it’s true. I’ve been drunk for a week, as you say,an’ I haven’t got a word to say to defend myself. I’ve been in this ’ere court, I guess, a hundred times before, an’ every time I’ve asked yer honor to let me off light. But this time I don’t have no fear. You can send me up for ten days, or you can send me up for ten years; it’s all one, now.” As he spoke he brushed away a tear with his hat and when he paused he coughed a dry, racking cough, and drew his tattered coat closer about his throat. “ When I went up before,” he contin ued, “I always counted the days an’ the hours till I’d come off. This time I’ll count the blocks to the Potter’s Field. I’m almost gone, Jedge.” He paused again, and looked down upon Iris almost sockless feet, “ When I was a little country boy, my mother used to say to me, ' Charley, if you want to be a man, never touch liquor;’ an’ I’d answer, ‘No, mother, I never will.’ If I’d kept that promise, you an’ me wouldn’t have been so well acquainted, Jedge. If I could only be a boy again for half a day. If I could go into the old school house just once more, an’ see the boys and girls as I used to see them in the old days, I could lay right dowm here an’ die happy. But it’s too late. Send me up, Jedge. Make it fer ten days, or make it fer life. It don’t make no difference. One way would be as short as the other. All I ask now is to die alone. I’ve been in crowded tene ments for years. If I can be alone a little while before I go, I’ll drop off contented.” The shoulder of the muddy coat slipped from the policeman’s hand, and the used up man fell in a heap to the floor. He was carried to the little room behind the rail. His temples were bathed and his wrists were chafed. But it was no use. Though his heart still beat, he was fast going to join his schoolmates, who have crossed the flood. The shutters were bowed—the door was closed. He might die contented; for he was left alone. A Chip from a Star. [lllinois State Register.] A few days ago, as a lady, who re sides in the south part of the city, was standing at the gate in front of her resi dence, she was startled by a rushing sound in one of the shade trees, and in stantly afterward heard some heavy ob ject drop with a loud thump on the plank walk. On picking up the “ thing,” it was found to be about two inches long and three-quarters of an inch wide, and appa rently composed of exceedingly dense iron, with yellow blotches that resembled sulphur, and covered with a black sub stance resembling coal tar. When pick ed up it was found to be uncomfortably warm for the hand, and all the circum stances combined lead irrestibly to the conclusion that this little body is a frag ment of a larger one, w hich was a me teorite or aerolite. The sides of the frag ment have tlie appearance of having been split off from another body, and present longitudinal stria in the direc tion of the fracture. The ends seem to have been squarely broken off, somewhat like the fracture made by the breaking" of the mineral known as the galena. This little piece fell at about three o’clock in the afternoon, when the sun was shin ing in a clear sky, and no doubt burst in the extreme upper regions of the atmos phere, in the full blaze of sunlight, and so escaped observation. If this had hap pened during the darkness and stillness of the night, the light and the noise would no doubt have attracted attention. A moment’s inspection of this fragment is sufficient to show that it closely resem bles, in every respect, the aerolites that are known to have fallen in many parts of the world, and that are treasured as great curiosities in many museums; the more so as the substance of w hich it is composed resembles, in its chemical com binations, no mineral of a terrestrial origin. Wherever these bodies or frag ments are found they may be instantly recognized by this peculiarity, their sub stance being known as meteoric iron. A body of this kind was found in South America that it estimated to weigh 30,- 000 pound; another, in the Yale College cabinet, which Was found in the Red River country, weighs 1,365 pounds. Sagacity of the Partridge.—ln stances of the sagacity of the partridge, woodcock, and other birds have often been related. But the most singular il lustration of the deception practiced by the first of these wily species to protect their young is given by Mr. Henshaw, of the Government Survey west of the one hundreth meridian. While riding through pine woods, a brood of partrid ges, containing the mother and eight or ten of about a week old, was come upon so suddenly that the feet of the foremost mule almost trod on them. The young rose, flew a few r yards, and, dropping down, were in an instant hid in the un derbrush. The mother meanwhile began some Tery peculiar tactics. Ris ing up, she fell back again to the ground as if perfectly helpless, and imitated the actions of a wounded bird so successful ly that for a moment it was thought she had really been trodden upon. Several of the men, completely deceived, attempt ed to catch her, but she fluttered away, keeping just out of reach of their hands until they had been enticed ten or twelve yards off, when she rose and was off like a bullet. Her tactics had successfully covered the retreat of her young. California had a $120,000 fire. VOL I—NO. 41. ALL SORTS. The recent conduct of certain colored persons in various portions of the South leads the Richmond Whig to say: “ Every white lady in the South owes it to herself to accustom herself to the use of firearms;never to leave the house without a pistol, and always to have one at hand in doors.” Miss Hattie Russell, but fifteen years of age, has been recently tried and acquitted at Duluth, Minnesota, of mur der in the first degree. On the evening of March 4th she shot and killed John Pugsley, a married man, who she alleged was the father of her illegitimate child. There was great sympathy for the ac cused, many of the most respectable ladies of the place taking her by the hand and pledging themselves to stand by her. The Burlington (Iowa) Haicl-cye says: “A little zephyr struck Floyd county the other day and nearly turned it up side down. It blew John Barney’s house over, with Mrs. Barney and the children in it, rolled it over three times, jammed it against a tree and tore it to pieces, and the inmates were only slightly bruised. Asa postscript to all this we would say that Mrs. Barney, who is somewhat deaf, never desisted from her knitting all that time, and when the final crash came{jonly looked up and said, ‘ Come in—don’t knock.’” Tiie ingenious French have contrived! a novel way to impress the barbaric mind, M. de Brazza, who has charge of the expedition to Senegal, carries an elect/ic battery in his pocket communi cating with two rings on his hand and w ith other apparatus scattered about his person. When he shakes hands with a savage chief that chief will be very much astonished, for an electric shot will run up his arm and he will see lightning playing about the head of his visitor. Naturally he will think he is being interviewed by the devil, and will be rea dy to consent to anything in order to get away. An act of outrageous and hideous van dalism wa recently perpetrated upon the remains of Gen. Howell Hinds, bur ied in Greenville, Mississippi. The vault which contained his coffin was broken into, his body taken out and the right hand cut off. For this strange and unnatural crime no other motive can be found save the superstitious idea that a certain bone in the right hand of a dead man is a pow erful “ charm” for conjur ing. No ring or other valuable was up on the body when buried, and therefore no mercenary motive can be assigned for this desecration of the grave—nothing could have inspired the deed but the horrible infatuation of the conjuror. IRWTNTON (Wilkinson county) South erner : Mr. C. C. Smith, of this county, has a bale of cotton, made during the war, for which he was offered in May, 1865, 44 cents per pound, but thinking it less than its value refused to sell. Cotton took a downward turn about that time, and has been falling ever since, and he has held this cotton, expecting at some time to get at least his first offer for it. Let us see what he has lost by hold ing it until now. Five hundred pounds of cotton at 44 cents would net $220 00. Interest on this amount for ten years at 7 per cent, would make the sum of $154 00. Add this to the $220 00 and ,he would have $374 00. This present price of low middling in this market is 14 cents, and 500 pounds of cotton would bring S7O 00. Deduct this amount from $374 00 and it w-onld make his loss on one bale of cotton $304 00. This is the strangest argument we ever heard ad vanced against farmers holding on for a better price. The bodies of tw o persons, one of whom had been buried eighteen and the other forty-three years, which were ex humed recently near Bath, Maine, were found to be petrified. One body, that of a woman eighty years of age at the time of her death, was as perfectly preserved and the features as natural as on the day of her burial. Her hair had grown to a considerable length, but the last ves tige of her grave-clothes had disappear ed, leaving a solid petrification, not un like marble, of a grayish tint. The oth er body, a man’s, had also turned to stone, of a deep rich brown color; but while all the clothing ffad disappeared from the body of the woman in eighteen years, his body still retained portions of the cloth in wnich he was dressed for the last time. The bodies lay in several inch es of water. Hands were very severely shaken across the bloody chasm in Memphis last week. At the celebration of the Fonrth-fifth in that city General Forrest, the man who captured Fort Pillowr and "the reputed head of the Ku-Klux-Klan in the South, was the guest of the Inde pendent Order of Pole Bearers, a colored organization in that city which has been the cause of much trouble and has precip f)itated several riots. “ President Hen ey,” of the Pole Bearers, introduced “ Miss Lou Lewis,” who, as the “repre sentative of the colored ladies,” address ed him as “ Mr. Forrest” and presented him w ith a bouquet “ as a token of recon ciliation, and an offering of peace and good will.” “ Mr. Forrest” accepted the flowers “ as a memento of reconciliation between the white and colored races of the South,” and accepted it “more par ticularly as it comes from a colored lady, for if there is any one in God’s earth who loves the ladies it is myself.” Gen eral, or we should say “ Mr.” Pillow, after whom the fort was named, was also present with newspaper editors and other distinguished citizens, and Mr. Pillow made a speech. Let us vomit. Florida alligators are eating negroes