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| J fIOKUIA, .1 iicksou (,'oinity.
Whereas, W R A Boyd, adra'r of W II Boytl,
<lec'd, represents to the Court, in his petition duly
tiled, that he has fully and completely administer
ed the estate af said deceased, and asks the Court
to grant him Letters of Dismission from the same :
This is therefore, to cite and admonish all per
sons concerned, the next of kin. to show cause, if
any they can. on the lirst Monday in July,
IS7S, in the Court of Ordinary for said Count}*,
why the leave prayed for by the said applicant
should not be granted, and he receive Letters Dis
rnissorv, as asked for in his petition.
Given under my official signature, this March
27th, 1878. 11. W. BELL, Ordinary.
Jackson County.
C. A. LILLY <fc CO. 1 Mortgage, Ac. In
vs. - Jackson Superior
CAROLINE TRIBLE. J Court.
It appearing to the Court that a Rule Nisi hav
ing been duly granted in the above stated case, at
the last term of said Court; and it further appear
ing that the defendant has not as yet been served
by service of said Rule, or by publication, as re
quired by law ; and it also appearing that the de
fendant docs not reside within said county ; It is,
therefore, ordered that the defendant do show
cause, at the next term of this Court, if any exist,
why judgment of foreclosure should not be had in
this case, and that she be served by a copy of this
order, by publication thereof in The Forest
News, a public gazette published in said county,
once a month for four months prior to the next
term of this Court. G. 11. PRIOR,
Feb. 2(ith, 1878. Plaintiff’s Attorney.
Granted :
GEO. D. RICE, Judge 8. C.
A true copy from the minutes of Jackson Su
perior Court, February Term. 1878.
April 20. T. 11. NI BLACK, Clerk.
JackKOit Count)'.
Whereas. I). A. and I). P. Camp, Executors of
the estate of B. S. C amp, deceased, represent to
the Court, in their petition duly filed, that they
have fully and completely administered the estate
of said deceased, and asks the Court to grant them
Letters of Dismission from the same—
This is to cite all persons concerned, kindred
and creditors, to show cause, if any they can, on
the first Monday in September, 1878, in the Court
of Ordinary for said county, why Letters of Dis
mission should not be granted the applicants from
said estate.
Liven under my official signature, this June 4th,
1878. juneß 11. \V. BELL, Ord’y.
M. E. YOUNG,
(Formerly with Vaieas &. Ware,)
Merchant Tailor,
HAS just opened a large Stock of Imported
Cassiincres, Cloths and Doeskins, at prices
to suit the times.
attention paid to Cutting in latest
styles. One door below Long’s Drug Store,
ATHENS, GA. Ap 6, 1878.
Dr. W. P. DeLaperricrc
RETURNS his thanks for tlie confidence of the
public, manifested by the liberal patronage
bestowed during his past course of practice, and
hopes, by attentiveness, care and success, and a
constant guarding of every possible interest of
patients, to still merit the favor and esteem of
those in the community. Will endeavor to prac
tice Medicine on true scientific principles, in all
ot its branches, and will treat diseases with the
safest and most approved remedies. Having as
sociated with him Dr. Benj. F. Braski/ton, who
a competent young physician, and having pur
chased a pure, select stock of new medical drugs,
can say he is much better prepared to do justice
to himself and patients than ever before. One of
the other of us can always be found at the office,
" hen not professionally engaged. Will receive a
call from any distance, from reliable parties. Lo
cated eight miles North-west of Jefferson, at Dr.
A. DeLaperriere’s old stand.
Special attention given to surgical opera
tions and diseases of children and females.
Marcus I*. ().. Da.. April 13, IS7S. tf
Warwick Wilson
To the Front AGAIN!
K EEPS constantly on hand, a complete stock
COFFINS
and burial cases,
1 rom the smallest to the largest. A I.L ST 1 ! LKS,
and at
PRICES TO SUIT
THE TIMES!
Everybody, and all classes, can be accom
modated at his
Furniture Emporium,.
'Jefferson, Ga. Feb. 23. 1877.
Spring & Summer
STOCJSt OF
Millinery and Fancy Goods!
lllts. T. A. ADAMS
\ NN OUNCES to the public that she is now
receiving a large and varied stock of Ladies’
Bonnets, Hats. Laecs, Ribbons, Trimmings, Ac.,
" hich she is offering at low prices. Call, exam
nie and be convinced. Next door to the Bank of
die l niversity, Athens, Ga. March 23
light job work,
Executed promptly, at this office.
THE FOREST NEWS.
The People their own Rulers; Advancement in Education, Science, Agriculture and Southern Manufactures.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
THE JEALOUS LOVERS.
A TRUE FRENCH STORY.
Two wedding couples presented themselves
at the Mayoralty*, in a suburb of Paris, to
carry out the civil portion of their marriage
contract. T'liey ranged themselves on oppo
site sides of the Mayor’s official throne, and
faced one another. The Mayor was asking
a question of one of the bridegrooms, whose
attention was thus distracted from his bride.
On turning round to look at her when he had
answered the question, he caught her making
*‘ sheep’s eyes’’ at the bridegroom opposite.
Being of a jealous temperament, he laid his
hand roughly on her arm and said sharply;
“ Mademoiselle, which of the two brides
are you ? You are mine, I believe; then
oblige me by confining your glances to me.’’
The bride was a young woman of spirit,
and, resenting the tone in which the repri
mand was made, retorted :
“Ah, monsieur, if you are jealous, alreadv.
I am likely to lead a pleasant life with you !’’
The jealous bridegroom made an angry re-
ply, and then the other bridegroom must
needs put liis oar in :
“ Bfth ! monsieur, why should you make
such a fuss because mademoiselle chooses to
favor me with a glance ?”
Thereat his bride turned savagely upon
him and exclaimed: “Ha, monsieur! it
would seem, then, that you like to have ladies
make eyes at 3*011! Now I know what to ex
pect from you ; but 3*oll might at least have
had the decency to have kept this proof of
your faithlessness concealed from me here.”
And with this fierce thrust she burst into
tears. In vain the Mayor attempted to pacify
both parties* The bridegrooms stormed at
each other, and the brides, between their
hysterical sobs, mutually accused each other
of perfidy'. What was to be done ?
At last the Mayor, losing temper, cried out:
“ Am I to proceed with this ceremony, or am
I not ?”
The two brides, with one accord, screamed,
“No!”
“ Perhaps,” said the Mayor, whose wrath
had again cooled down, “you could arrange
matters between yourselves if 3*oll were left
alone. The clerk will show 3*oll to my pri
vate room. I will give y : ou half an hour.”
At the expiration of that time the parties
were summoned to appear before the Mayor.
“Have you settled your difficulty?” he
asked.
“ Y'es, Monsieur le Maire,” exclaimed both
bridegrooms at once.
“ Oh, then I may proceed with the cere
mony ?”
“ Yes, Monsieur le Maire ; but —but—”
“ Well, what is it ?”
“ We have effected a change, Monsieur le
Maire.”
*• A change ! What do you mean ?”
“ A change of brides, Monsieur le Maire.”
And so it was—the jealous bridegroom had
taken the jealous bride, and the young lady
of the fickle glances had taken the gentleman
who liked ladies to “ make eyes” at him.
The astonished Mayor looked at them in
silence and amazement for a moment or two,
but they met his look unabashed, so he shrug
ged his shoulders and said : “ Well, if you
are satisfied, it is no business of mine. I will
proceed with the ceremony.” And married
they were.
Had He a Charmed Life 7
A Strange Incident in the Career o f Stonewall
Jackson— The Vain Efforts of a Northern
Rifleman to Slay the Silent Hero o f Manas
sas—A Strange Reminiscence of the Wil
derness.
That was an awful day when that Confed
erate lion, Stonewall Jackson, crept upon
poor Ilooker bidden in the Wilderness. Lee
on one side —Jackson on the other, and the
woods around Chaneellorsville shook and
trembled, and were almost swept from the
face of Che earth by the whirling round shot,
the hissing shell and the screaming grape
shot. Men were struck stone dead as the
battle line advanced or retreated. White
faced recruits and bronze-faced veterans
were torn to fragments and hurled against
the living. Wounded men feil in their tracks
to be crushed in the earth by the great limbs
cut from trees by shot and shell. The roar
of guns, the crackle of musketry, the fierce
shouts and awful groans made such a hell
upon earth of that battle-field as was never
seen before or after.
Fighting Joe Hooker was in a box, but not
a man in his great army dreamed that it was
*o until the long gray line of Stonewall
Jackson came creeping through the quiet
forest at three o’clock on that ever to be
remembered 2d day of May, 1863. The light
earthworks bad been thrown up to face an
other way, towards Lee. All lines faced
Lee, all men were looking for Lee, when three
divisions of Confederates, moving with soft
step, took Hooker’s army in the rear and
drove one brigade pell mell into and over
another until veteran soldiers were without
strength or presence of mind. That awful
night when the wounded were being buried
alive in the woods, and the dead were thicker
than the leaves just broadening iuto full life,
JEFFERSON, JACKSON COUNTY, GA., SATURDAY, JUNE 15, 1878.
a report ran through the reorganized ranks
that the great Stonewall Jackson had been
killed. Thousands believed it, but three of
us, lying side by side in the new battle line
born after night came down, put no faith in
the rumor. Why we did not is what I started
to write about.
Stuart’s cavalry had been following up
Hooker's army, but it was like a rat follow
ing in the footsteps of a horse. Lee was so
far away*, and coming up so slowly that Hook
er had time to throw up light earthworks,
seize the best ground, fell trees to protect his
flanks, and make ready to shatter and hurl
back the expected attack. On that second
day of May his soldiers, hidden in the woods
or lying in the fields, washed their clothing,
wrote letters home, made comfortable beds
lor themselves, and were not in the least
troubled about what another week would
bring forth. Asa deep river suddenly' bends
to avoid a bluff, so did that great army' of
Lee’s bend to avoid the Wilderness. It split
in two to attack at a given hour on both
sides, and Joe Hooker sat in his tent and
congratulated himself on his impregnable
position—considered impregnable by* him
when two great highways ran along the rear
of half of his army. So universal was the
feeling of security that soon after noon three
infantrymen started out to beg, buy or forage
food.
Sigel’s corps was on Honker's west flank,
and commanded that day by Howard. Pari
of this corps faced the old turnpike and plank
road, part faced the other way. Most of the
men were hidden in the woods and behind
ridges, and up the broad highways, which
should have been first looked to, Stuart was
pushing his cavalrymen as skirmishers. We
three men were beyond Sigel’s corps, and on
the point of entering a farm house from which
everybody* had fled, when, less than rifle shot
away, we caught sight of the Confederate
advance. The cavalryoncn were advancing
slowly, evidently expecting to find a heavy
guard at some point, but at the time we
imagined that less than a regiment of Stuart's
men were feeling along up to pick up strag
glers, locate positions, etc. Wc, at least,
did not fear them, and the proposition to
enter the house and secure a better view of
the roads speedily conveyed us to a chamber
window. We could see but little more from
that post, but we did see, soon after reaching
it, that same Stonewall Jackson ride from
shelter out upon the turnpike in full view,
attended by only three or four officers. He
had come out there to make observations.
Like a cat, before she destroys the mouse, he
was wondering at what point he should strike
to disable his victim soonest.
Grim-minded and sour-tempered was the
third man of us, and war’s horrors delighted
him. When he had taken the second look at
the little party sitting their horses in the
open road, a wicked smile crossed his face,
and he whispered:
“By the hundred gods ©f the heathen ! but
that chap on the left there is old Stonewall
Jackson, and I’m going to drop him !”
Old Pete, our sonr-tempered companion,
had a first-class Minie rifle with him. He
had carried it for several months, in some
way escaping the attention of the inspector,
and in some way always secured ammunition
for it. I saw him, in at least a half dozen
instances, shoot down videttes or skirmishers
who seemed to be half a mile away*, and lie
was known throughout the regiment as a
dead shot.
There was considerable firing around us
from foragers, stragglers and men cleaning
their guns, and a shot from the window might
not attract particular attention. Resting
the heavy gun across the window sill, and
having as steady rest as a hunter ever asked
for, “ Old Fete” was ready to keep his word.
IT SEEMED LIKE COLDBLOODED ASSASSINATION.
I could almost count the buttons on Jack
sen’s coat, and there seemed no escape for
him. I was watching him when the rifle
cracked. lie had a field-glass to his eye,
and the onlj” movement we could see was a
quick motion of the head, as if the bullet had
cut close to his ear. The glass was not even
lowered. ‘‘Old Fete” swore a terrible long
string of oaths as he realized his failure, but
in a minute was ready again.
“I hope never to draw another breath if I
don’t kill him stone dead !” he muttered as
lie knelt down. Jackson did not face us
as before, yet was a good mark even for a
musket. AY e watched him as before, and
this time the bullet must have swept past
his face, as lie dodged his head backwards.
The glass was down then, but he raised it in
an instant and went on with his survey.
’’ Have I got to be a fool ? or have I grown
blind?” howled ‘‘Old Fete,” as he looked
| down upon his unharmed victim. I’ll kill
him this time, or shoot myself in this cham
ber ?”
It was dangerous to remain there longer,
as the cavalry bad crept nearer, and Jackson's
aides seemed to have got the idea that a
sharp-shooter was posted near by. Yet ‘‘Old
Fete” would have had a third shot if the
Confederates had been-in the house.
THE TARGET WAS AS FAIR AS BEFORE.
lie took a more careful aim, and yet when
die fired he saw splinters fly* from a railway
over beyond the General. The cavalry were
then close upon us, and our two muskets
were lost in the hurried flight from the house.
Half an hour after that, Jackson was driving
our brigades and divisions as he willed.
“I’ll measure off the same distance, shoot
off-hand, and bet my life that I can hit a
soldier’s cap nine times out of ten !” growled
‘‘Old Pete” as he hurried forward, and sud
denly overcome by indignation and chagrin
he battered his cherished gun against a tree
and destroyed it.
As if seeking personal revenge, Jackson’s
legions passed right by us. The nearest
brigade of Sigel's corps was picked up and
dashed to pieces as a strong man would lift
and hurl a child. Running along with the
amazed and frightened men, but bearing off
towards our own division, we picked up other
muskets to replace our lost ones. Reaching
a knoll from which we had another view of
the turnpike, wc halted for a last look ; over
the heads of the frightened, fleeing soldiers—
over the ground strewn with arms and ac
coutrements—over the blue smoke just begin
ning to rise,
WE SAW JACKSON AGAIN.
lie was far away, but it was Jackson.
“Curse him! but lie has got a guardian
angel,” howled Old Pete as he shook his fist
toward the turnpike.
No other man ever had a rifle drawn on
him at such fair range and escaped three
cool, carefully aimed bullets, llis escape
sent a thrill of superstition through each
mind, and from that, hour to this moment,
when the news of Jackson’s death reached
us, “011 Pete” never spoke a word. It was
a puzzle that lie could not solve. As we lav
in line, every musket barrel still hot and
every eye peering through the darkness to
catch sight of the gray* line coining on again,
an aide came hurrying along and shouted
out:
“We’re all right, boys; Stonewall Jackson
has been killed up the road there!”
“Old Pete” leaped up, whirled around to
face the bearer of the news, and savagely
shouted back :
“You lie! you lie! you lie! Stonewall
Jackson can’t be hurt by shell or killed by
bullet!”
BUT IT WAS SO.
Lying in the arms of those who loved him,
so near us that the cries of our wounded must
have reached his ears, was the mortally
wounded General, whose skill and strength
had no match. While the white-faced dead
looked up to the torn and shattered forest
trees—while the wounded crawled here and
there in their awful agony—while the living
looked into each other's anxious faces and
wondered if another night would find any of
11s there, the legions of Jackson were strange
ly* silent. Now and then came the sudden
boom of some great gun, sounding like a
deep groan of despair, but there was nothing
more to break the silence. While men rested
in line of battle, having the awful horror of
war on every side, there was one who gave
up his life as he whispered, “Let us cross
over the river and rest under the shade of the
trees.” —Detroit Free Press.
Lee’s Surrender.
A DRAMATIC ACCOUNT BY AN KYE-WITNKSS OF
THE CLOSING SCENE OF THE WAR.
1 remember—and it was recalled to me
to-night in conversation, when the name of
Gen. Grant came up in the course of conver
sation—the wonderful scene that transpired
in that little place in Virginia, on the 6th of
April, 18G5. It was late in the afternoon
when it became known that Gen. Lee hail
sent for Grant to surrender to him.
It was between 2 and 3 o’clock when we
met in the little room in the house where the
surrenderor Lee’s army took place. I know
there is a belief that the surrender took place
under an apple tree, where Grant and Lee
met and exchanged a few words. The sur
render took-place in the left hand room of
that old fashioned double house. The house
had a large piazza, which ran along the full
length of it. It was one of those ordinary
Virginia houses with a passage way running
through the centre of it. In that little room
where the meeting took place sat two young
men—one a great-grandson of Chief Justice
Marshall, of the Supreme Court, reducing to
writing the terms of the surrender on behalf
of Robert K. Lee ; the other a man of dusky
countenance —a great nephew of that cele
brated chief. Red Jacket—acting under Gen.
Grant. They two were reducing to writing
the terms of the surrender of the Army of
Northern Virginia to the Army of the Poto
mac. Gathered around the room were seve
ral officers, of whom I was one.
At some distance apart sat two men ; one
the most remarkable man of his day and
generation. The larger ami older of the two
was the most striking in his appearance.
His hair was white as the driven snow.
There was not a speck upon his coat: not a
spot upon those gauntlets that lie wore, which
were as bright and fair as a lady’s glove.
That was Robert E. Lee. Tiie other was
Ulysses S. Grant, whose appearance contrast
ed strangely with that of Lee; his boots
were nearly covered with mud ; one button
of his coat—that, is, the button hole was not
where it should have been, it had clearly gone
astray, and he wore no sword, while Lee was
faultlessly and fully equipped. The conver
sation was not rapid by any means. Every
body felt the overpowering influence of the
scene. Every one present felt they were
witnessing the proceedings between the two
chief actors in one of the most remarkable
transactions of this nineteenth centurv. The
words that passed between Grant and Lee
were few.
General Grant, endeavoring to apologize
for not being fully* equipped, and noticing the
faultless appearance of Lee, while the Secre
taries were busy, said: “General Lee. I
have no sword ; 1 have been riding all night.”
And Lee, with that coolness of manner and
all the pride, almost haughtiness, which,
after all, became him wonderfully well, never
made any reply, but in a cold, formal manner
bowed. And General Grant, in the endeavor
to take away the awkwardness of the scene,
said : “ I don’t always wear a sword, because
a sword is a very inconvenient thing.” That
was a remarkable thing for him to say, con
sidering that he was in the presence of one
who was about to surrender his sword. I.ee
only bowed again. Another, trying to relieve
the awkwardness of the occasion, inquired :
** General Lee, wlmt became of the white
horse you rode in Mexico ? He might not be
dead yet; be was not so old.” General Lee
bowed coldly, and replied : “I left him at
the \Y hite House on the Pamunkey river,
and I have not seen him since.” There was
one moment when there was a whispered
conversation between Grant and Lee which
nobody* in the room heard.
The surrender took the form of correspond
ence. The letters were all signed in due
form by the chief actors, in the presence of
each other. Finally, when the terms of the
surrender had all been arranged, and the
surrender made, Lee arose, cold and proud,
and bowed to every person in the room on
our side. I remember each one of us thought
he had been specially* bowed to. Ami then
he went out and passed down the little square
in front of the house, and bestrode that gray
horse that carried him all over Virginia, and
when lie had gone away*, wc learned what
that whispered conversation had been about.
General Grant called his officers about him
and said : “ You can go to the Twenty-fourth,
and you to the Fifth,” and soon, naming the
corps, "and ask every man who lias three
rations to turn over two of them. Go to the
commissaries, and to the quartermasters,”
etc.; "General Lee’s army* is on the point
of starvation !” And twenty-five thousand
rations were carried to the Army of Northern
\ irginia. —From General Georye 11. Sharpe s
Decoration Day Address.
JefT Davis Recovers His Own.
Wc hear, with ranch satisfaction, that the
court of appeals of Mississippi has, within a
few past days, rendered, on a rehearing, a
final judgment in favor of our honored friend,
Jefferson Davis, restoring to him. in full title
and interest, his fine plantation of Briersfield,
Warren county, Miss. The history of the
litigation which has had this happy* conclu
sion is of an interesting and even romantic
character. Briersfield and Hurricane planta
tions, now constituting the whole island,
produced by a cut-off of the Mississippi river,
is a magnificent domain, which was acquired
more than fifty years ago by Mr. Joseph K.
Davis, the older brother of Jefferson Davis,
and for a long time was cultivated with great
profit. Mr. Joseph E. Davis was a gentleman
of great sagacity, strong sense and enterprise,
and became one of the wealthiest and most
influential citizens of Mississippi. When
his brother Jefferson married the daughter
ol Gen. Taylor and resigned his commission
in the army. Joseph E. Davis invited his
brother to come to Mississippi and enter
upon the life of a cotton planter. Mr. Jeff
Davis accepted the invitation, and took pos
session of Briersfield, which he cultivated
successfully for many years. Despite his
long withdrawal from the care of this estate.
Mr. Davis, with the aid of his energetic and
intelligent present wife, managed to admin
ister his plantation so as to acquire a compe
tence and reimburse his brother the full value
of the place. Still the formal title of the
place remained in Mr. Joseph E. Davis.
When the war broke out, Mr. Jos. Davis held
this property beyond the reach of the Federal
government. And when the President of the
defeated Confederacy became a prisoner at
Fortress Monroe, Mr. Jos. Davis made a
sale of his whole estate to his long chief man
ager, a colored man, named Montgomery, for
three hundred thousand dollars, payable on
long time, with interest at six per cent.
Mr. Joseph Davis then made a complicated
and abstruse will. lie was a very old man,
dying shortly after, at the age of eighty-four.
His will recognized Mr. Jeff Davis’ children
as legatees for the sum of eighty thousand
dollars, to be collected b}' trustees, of whom
Mr. Jeff Davis was one, and to be paid to his
children when they obtained majority. The
balance of his estate was bequeathed to his
(Mr. Jos. E. Davis') natural children or grand
children. As Mr. Jeff Davis' youngest child
is but fourteen, a long time would elapse be
fore anything could be realized from this be
quest, and as Mr. Joseph E. Davis had left
evidence that his brother had p.vd the full
value of the estate, Mr. Jeff Davis finally,
with much reluctance on account of his groat
love of and respect for the memory of his
brother, yielded to the urgent advice of his
relatives and friends, and instituted suit to
reclaim and re-establish his title in the prop
erty. All honest and good men will rejoice
that this patriotic and noble gentleman and
veteran lias succeeded in his suit, and that
bis declining years will thus be soothed and
defended from the cares and humiliation of
poverty and dependence. —New Orleans Pica
yune.
The day after the papers had averred that
the damage done to Mr. Gladstone's windows
had been assessed at £3 10s., he received a
badly written letter from a working man en
closing the exact sum. The writer said that
he and his family had felt so ashamed of the
right honorable gentleman’s windows having
been broken bv any one calling himself a
workingman, that they had scraped together
the sum to pay for the damage.
The Women’s Christian Temperance Union
of Brighton, Mass., works through praver.
The members agree upon one liquor dealer
at a time, and unitedly pray for his conver
sion. The first subject of their prnvers died
suddenly. They now have a tough fellow
named Jack Fay in hand, and he shows no
sign of penitence or failing health.
S TERMS, $1.50 PER ANNUM:
) SI.OO For Six Months.
Duration of Life.
SOME FACTS WORTH KNOWING.
The average duration of life in eivilized
| society is about 33 $ years. Tliia is called a
I generation, making three in a century. Hut
there are certain localities nod certain com
munities of people where this average is con
siderably extended. The mountaineer lives
longer than the lowlanded ; the farmer than
the artisan ; the traveller than the sedentarv ;
the temperate tlmn the self-indulgent; the
just than the dishonest. “The wicked shall
not live out halt his days,” is the announce
ment of Divinity. The philosophy of this is
found in the fact that the moral character has
a strong power over the physical; a power
much more controlling than is generally im
agined. The true man conducts himself in
the light or Bible precepts, is "temperate in
all things,” is “slow to anger." and on his
grave is written: “lie went al>out doing
good.” In those three things are the great,
elements of human health; the restraint of
the appetites; the control of the passions ;
and that highest type of physical exercise,
“going about doing good.” It is said of the
eminent Quaker philanthropist, Joseph J.
Gurney, that the labor and pains be took to
go and see personally the objects of his con
templated charities, so that none of them
should be unworthily bestowed, was of itself,
almost the labor of fine man. and he attended
to bis immense banking business besides; in
fact he did too much, and died at sixty.
The average length of human life in all
countries, at this age of the world, is about
28 years. One quarter of all who die do not
reach the age of 7 ; one-half die before reach
ing 17; and yet the average of life of
"friends, in Great Britain and Ireland, in
1860, was nearly 56 years. Surely this is a
strong inducement for ail to practice for them
selves, and to inculcate it upon their children
day by day. that simplicity of habit, tiiat
quietness of demeanor, that restraint of tem
per, that control of appetites and propensi
ties, and that orderly, systematic mode of
life which “l’riends'” discipline inculcates.
Reasoning from tlie analogy of animal cre
ation. mankind should live nearly 100 vears ;
that law seeming to be that life should lie five
times the length ot the period of growth; at
least the general observation is that the longer
persons are growing the longer they live,
other tilings being equal. Naturalists say a
dog grows tor 2 years, and lives for 8; an ox
grows 4 years, and lives 16: a horse grows
lor 5 years, and lives for 25 ; a camel grows
for 8 years, and lives 40; man grows for 20
years, and should live 100.
But the sad fact is that only one man for
every thousand reaches 100 years. Still it
is encouraging to know that the science of
life, as revealed by the investigations of tbe
physiologist and the teaching of educated,
medical men, is steadily extending tbe period'
of human existence.
The distinguished historian, Macaulay,
states that, in 1685, 1 person in 20 died each
year ;in 1850, out of 40 only 1 died. Dupin
says that from 1776 to 1843 the duration of
life in France increased 52 days annually, for
in 1731 the mortality was one in 20 ; in 1843.
lin 40. The rich men in France live 42
years on an average; the poor only 30.
Those who arc ” well to do" in the world live
about 11 years longer than those who have
to work from day to day for a living. Re
munerative labor and tbe diffusion of the
knowledge of tiie laws of life among the
masses, with temperance and thrift, are the
great means of adding to human health and
life.
A Duel With Knives.
Fatal Fight Between Brothers-in-Lmc in Fir
gin in — A Dispute Settled With Butcher
Knives—One of the Men Stashed to Death
and the Other Mortally Wounded.
Forest Depot, Ya„ May 2D.—A fatal
rencounter occurred near this place to-day
between Alexander SI icy and Frost Coles,'
brothers-in-law, in which the former was
killed and the latter dangerously wounded.
The parties to the affair are young farmers
and highly connected, and of course the
community is in a state of wild excitement.
Sliey and Coles became involved in a dispute
this forenoon as to who had the largest corn.
'* I bet my corn is two inches higher than
yours,” said Sliey. “I bet it ain’t,” said
Coles. Then they visited the fields and
measured. They were both very pleasant,
about it at first, but when Coles found his
neighbor's corn was the longest lie was ex
ceedingly roth, and accused his friend of
cheating. Then hot words ensued, and
finally the lie passed. The two men. who an
hour before had been intimate friends, were
now deadly foes. Sliey proposed that they
meet m a piece of umbrageous woods, a mile
distant, and fight it out with knives. Coles
accepted the challenge. The two men went
to their respective homes, and, according to
agreement, procured carving-knives. In a
half hour they met in the woods ready for the
duel, and then made preliminaries in the corn
field. They told old Bob Ormington, a col
ored laborer, to meet them on the grounds
as an escort—a second. The negro thought
they were joking about fighting, and to carry
out the joke he was promptly in the chosen'
woods when the two men arrived. It was
then too late for him to back out. The duel
ists, who were men of splendid physique,-
were cool before commencing. It was about
noon. They handed l-he negro an ax. and
told him that if he found one taking advan
tage of the other to rush in and straighten
them. This agreed upon, the principals
stripped to the waist, and without any delay
began the deadly combat. They first tried*
fencing, but it is said that after a few parries
Coles begun to use his weapon like a madman
and fiend. lie inflicted five deep wounds in ,
his antagonist’s body, one being in the abdo
men and one in the throat. At this rate
Sliey fell to the ground in a few minutes,
and died in less than half an hour.
received three wounds, one in the arm, qpe
in the ribs and one in the neck, Two of
them were quite deep, andimay.resnU faUlly.
“Tommy, what does h-e-n-e-h spe-lj ?"
“ Don't know, ma’am." “What, vow little
numbskull! What arc you sitting- on ?”
Tom my, looking sheepish : ■ “ Don’Mike to !
tell.”
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