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Newspaper Page Text* ■\r»- '' ' PUBLISHED BY 5A NCOCK, GRAHAM & REILLY. Volume 18. BEVOTED TO NEWS, POLITICS AND 03NEEAL PB05BESS—INDEPENDENT IN ALL THINGS. Tl\ree. Dollars a- Year, n ADVANCE. AMERIOUS, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, APRIL 14. 1871. Number 8. ritf SUSTKK REPUBLICAN; TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION : * ^ I'AVMESTS always to BE mad.- ■ of Advertising. necrtion, insertion,.. r Minion type, solid, cons' actod for wilt 1 iB the length .. W. Leigh. Wm. McClu YARNELL, LEIGH & ( ()., COMMISSION MERCHANTS, Foot of Market Street, CHATTANOOGA, - - TK'.M.'SEB. to Orders, and CaBb l» Chattanooga Banks. ATLANTA AUCTION Professional Cards. HAWKINS & BURKE. iiornoys /tt 3J aw. Jno. D. CARTER, MUSKY AT h :\\\ COMMISSION MAI\T. INDEIl THE H. I. KIMBALL LOUSE Fronting on Kailioail Avenue, ATLANTA, GEORGIA C VSll advances maho -u coup!-omenta- Xe- B itiatious . fibeted. F.U>K Mill t ill. 1Y«»- •. J. H.BMtUEIT, Anctiomer: Banking airs. 7 uer cent, allowec MtTH, Bankci Spe, --,7 per. K a.VM^ BIrHOP THOMPSON. 1 tho C turning. Just at tbe peep of day, Driving the alnep from my eye-lids, - Pulling the nheau away, Pinching my cheeks And my forehead. With his white fingers small, nils is my bright-eyed darling, This is iny llaby PuuL Donm on the floor in the parlor, Creeping .with huigh and shoat, Oc. out in the kitchen or pantry, Tossing the things about; Rattling the things about; . Scratching the tube aud wall, Tls my rougisb darling, - This is my Baby Paul. Hiding on papa’s shoulder, Trotting on grandpa's knee, Pulling his hair and whiskers. Laughing in wildest glee ; Reaching grandma’s knitting, Snatching her thimble and ball, This is our household idol, BARLOW & GILLAWAY, IYIioYstU* Cominis-'ion Merchants Americus, Ca. 0. T. GOODS, Attorn.-y at I. AMIXKTS. (lEOliOIA. JACK BROWN, iVl-KICUS, (l\. 20.0!Ml lb- 40.000 10.000 “ 1-5,0(10 •• 10,000 lo.ooo <• 15 Also. Thi r Baby Paul. Fresh Consignments just re el ved : Flour of all grades White & Ycl Coni Meal in Sacks.- Bacon Sides. .Shoulders. : Bulk Sides, Tierces of Lard. * i constant supply of Playing bo-peep with his brother, Kissing the little girls, Romping with aunt and uncles. Clustering his sister’s curies; hea-ung old puss from her slumbers, Pattoring o’er poarch and hall, this is our 5tinny we darling, This i-. odr Baby Paul. bosom, n* his cheek t uuith with his kisses, oldei N. A. SMITH, SAM LUMPKIN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Fresh Eggs, Butter and Hams for family use. BARLOW CALI.AWAY H. G A V-A N , t'iirgiUg his white arms about me, S .fl as the snowy ll.tkes fall, L'liis ii$ my cherished darling, Tins is my Baby Paul. Fair is his face us the lilies. Sweet is his voice as tbe robin’s, Red arc his lips as the rose; Bright is his smiles as the sunbeam®, Beaming whene’er I call, L’liis is uiy beautiful darling, This is my Baby Paul. ATLANTA, GEORGIA, CINCINNATI BEER. a. A. ANSL.EY, At i oeuey-at'Law Unrivalled Deodora, Southwest to colkctioj HAWKINS & GUERRY, Attorney s-at.-Law, George W. Wooten, ATTOKXKV-AT-LAW, Amorious, - Gm. Whiskies, Brandies ami Gins, CHEAP AS THE CHEAPEST! G.W GLOVER. 30,000 ir, a thousand times dearer, * wealth in my darling I hold, all the earth’s glittering treasure, glory, and honors, and gold ; se at my feet were now lying, gladly renounce them alf, be wiko of my bright-eyed darling, darling little Baby Panl. iS—Warranted Good o Money Returned. Your’ ke down a gridiron from the nail t is hat g'nt-, with the left hand. lh<i sign there is to be a broil in the b,^7 bnt*thej'woulY.^rav off Sf FRED’S Fl’A’ERALS. FROM A LADY S SCRAP BOOK. “ Yes, aunt, you must excuse me.” “Bnt. Fred.” “ There are no buta about it, my dear aunt. I cannot aud vcill not be taken down to tho drawing-room to-night/’ Then I shall certainly bo competed to excuse you,” I replied, striving hard to keep back the tears which some way would fill my eyes every time I attempted to reason with the noble fellow lying so helpless before me. Months before the opening of this story, Fred Travers, in attempting to ascend a scaffold raised opou odbnilding of which he was the architect/ was preci pitatedtothe pavement, -striking upon his feet. The effect was partial paralysis to the lower limbs/ Everything that medical skill could suggest was promptly attended to, but with very little success; and tho -poor fellow had about decided that he must remain a helpless cripple the rest of his life. I shall never forget the day he resigned himself to his fate. Every member of the family was request- keep ont of his room until lie sig nified his desire to be visited. About eight o’clock in the eveniug I as summoned to Fred’s apartment. “ Well,” said I, taking his outstretched hand, ‘‘what “Oh, nothing aunt ; only I have bad funeral; aud the strangest part-of all is, was chief mourner. I have buried all y youthful hopes aud uspir. and henceforth there will be u< sniveling over the ‘inevitable.’ ” Since my nephew’s accident, I have not hold my usual Wednesday evening receptions; but he wo* wow so far re covered that I thonght it best to begiu Again. All my attempts to have him •nuke one of the party were useless. He •aw that 1 was grieved, aud said, while i bitter smile played round his hund- some mouth, “It would be a pretty sight now, would’t it, to see me, a great strapping, fellow, six feet in my stock i igs, carried by a footman down into the parlor ?” “ Rut, Fred, Ben can take you down before any ono comes. And all ray friends know that I never entertain com pany after eleven ; so you will not be- com? tired of sitting.” “ My dear,* precious little aunt, don’t you see that I am not yet able to conquer the mortification this helplessness entails upon me? I shall lie on tho sofa in the ibrnrv, and yon can leave tho doors open, so that the strains of music will fl.iat up to me ; and I shall enjoy myself quite ns much as if one of the crowd.” I don’t know why I was unable to keep my thoughts with tbe company ussera- “Not very,” ho replied; “although probable an invalid for life.” The end of this episode is not yet, thonght I, and I was right “My name is Miss Griffin—Margaret Griffin. - Most everybody calls me Mag- ’ she went on, by way of introdne- kitcheu. If a woman cuts her Mails once a week it is lucky—for her husband. In regard to dreams—“Saturday dreampt and Sunday told, it is sure to come true before it’s a week old.” This, however, only applies to “bad dreams,” which'ought not to be told on the Sab- lib. To lose a very fine pocket-book con taining a thousand dollar note, is very unlucky any clay. If a mirror is broken at 10:35 o’clock on the first of January, it is a direful omen, aud a certain sign that a good lookiug glass will be missed in that Loil: 20,000 1 Phillip Cook, Attorney at Law, AMERIOUS. GEORGIA. W :L i |, . r,, ' :i ''" in.!!..• Counties of Macon, 5.000 1 D. P- HOLLOWAY dentist. htElUcl's. (>p.()icr:i« DR - WILLIAM A. GREENE. AMBBK’US, GEORGIA (Jisrons hi. friend. Ameneu- 1 ‘ "•""Bwunurr in .11 .1,0 ta.lt. TOBACCO, SNUFF, AC. Dr. J. B. HINKLE ten* ,t the ItniR atone of D‘r. medical card. X*.°: D\ TH, . )m -VN e; SMITH il rlie public generally, ' Whiskey of all Grades. **- TERMS STRICTLY CASH, G. W. GLOYER. If you hear a rooster crow and the tesse and hens make a noise while you e m bed. aud the clock strike precisely the same instant, it is a sign of mo(u)- liug. Tho token hardly ever fails. If you get on horseback on a clear Saturday morning before the sun is i sign you will have a hand in a bri dle. If you have an itching ear, tickle your ose an<l yon will have an itching the nd ill lack will be aperted. If you carry's spade, shovel or 1 hrough the house in winter, it*R a sign that its nearer to the garden through the house than uround it. To -meet a funeral procession at three o’clock in the afternoon, is a sign of death. Chin is an unfailing omen. To spill salt accidently upon a oyster stew while it is cooking, is a bad o md a certain proof that the family meet with its alteration, (salterations). To see a cat sitting in the parlor ou a brassets enrj*et close to the piauo, pre paring to wash her face, it is a sign that one in the house will shortly receive a Dr - S. B. HAWKINS. 81' °FFICF. st Dr. Eldridge's Drug Store. !:e&r the Methodist Church. 1 *gwn leader the good people of ""nil try generally. THOS. H. STEWART, i; ea! Estate Agent Office at WILLETT & STEWART’S N. E. Corner Public Square PATAPSCO GUANO. * I*® 91 ®* «bis Crt.EBBATr.D Frimii- ior Colton, to be delivered next Fall, on 100 pounds to tbe acre donates- * ‘ with eott<‘ COKED A SUPERIOR PH OSPHATE OFFERED TO PLANTERS F ■ COTTON. Clack’s Phosphate, which ha* an establish reputation, and now oflVr it to P.*utcm. dehvi ed at Americus, or any Depot on Sontuweste* Kail Ituad. CASH, Per TON - - $57,00, if preferred, w« wlii ecll it fbr Four Hundred Pounds >f New York MIDDLING COTTON, to be deliv •red to ns in Americus, by Qie 1st of November “fVb. 16.-Cm. . FUHLOW A BRO. TOWNS HOTEL, , . ALBANY, ;GA». To have sixti en warts on the left bond is decidedly unlucky. But to have seventeen on the right hand and one on the <-nd of your nose, is a sign that you ery unfortunate. a married mau in the presence of his wife takes a bottle of old rye from the shelf of the pantry with a white spot er nose is lucky, and heavy purs will be the result. If a red-haired man fall in love with beautiful woman, with a large fortune, who has a absolute horror of red hair, that man will most likely to die before he is married. 8&u“Papa,” said a little urchin to his father the other day, ,‘I saw a printer go down tbe street just now." “Did you, sonny ? How didyou know tye person was a printer ?” “Because I do, papa.” “But lie might have been a carpenter, blacksmith or a shoemaker.” “Oh no, papa he was a printer—likely an editor—for he was gnawing a bone, and had no stockings on. The crown was ont of his hat, and his coat was all torn. I am certain he was a printer.” and several times I caught myself whis pering. “Poor Fred ! poor Fred!”— More than one inquiry was made for him for he was a favorite with us all—but to did I say “Go up-stairs.” I knew he did not wish it The belle of the evening was a Miss Griffin, an intimate friend of one of my boarding-school cousins, but a stranger She sang exquisitely, played with a skill truly professional conversed intelligently and intelligibly ; and these latter accomplishments were so rare among young ladies generally, that I found myself quite attracted to her — Some one volunteered to play a waltz, the young folks flew around to the fascinating strains of Strauss, I ran up stairs to see how Fred was enjoying him- The gass was tamed quite low, bnt the grate sent' out a cheerful light which illuminated the center of the leaving the sides and corners in deep shadow. What a sight met my eyes ! Miss Griffin, supposing herself the sole occupant of the room, had taken seat upon the carpet in front of the fire ; and there, her quaint little bead bent one side, canary fashion, she sat mut- terirg to herself. I stopped and listen ed ; I couldn’t help it to save my life. “ Why, isn’t this jolly ! This seems homelike. I don’t believe I like parties. Oh 11 forgot; my boots hurt me. That’i my excuse for running away from that horrid waltz. I wonder what dreadful creature first conceived the idea of waltz If I hod my way he should hop through all ages, and on one foot toe Heigho! a nice fire; how cheerful!— Our library used to be something like this before papa died. Oh, dear 1 There i’t a bit of happiness in the world less, one has somebody to love one 1” a lid then I knew the little creature biug. Now. that was too laid. What could I do ? Nothing evidently. What would Fred do ? Keep very quiet, and allow her to depart in total ignorance of L presence. But that this little episode would leave a deep and lasting imp ion, I, who knew Fred so thoughtly. perfectly understood. “ How much pleasanter to spend evening here than with all those stupid folks down stairs!” and the little 01 arose from her low seat, and began survey of the apartment- I knew it w all np then. In a second more, a smoth ered shriek, a quick “ I beg pardon I thought I was alone 1” wai waif ted to And my name is Travers—Frederick Travers. Most everybody calls me Fred,” replied her companion ; but I knew by the tone of *ay nephew’s voice that, for the moment, he had ceased to think of himself and his infirmity.' “I am Mrs. Andrews’ nephew, at your service.” “Let ns be friends,” she said, sweetly ; and I knew then, just as well as I know ", that Msggio Griffin’s hand lay in that of the invalid. ‘I don’t want to say I am soirv for you,” she continued, “because I think there are few who like to be pitied. It don’t seem to me that I should care much about walking ; that is, if I had plenty of money, and Somebody to care for me, and lots of books!’’ But the tremulant in the girl's voi<& betrayed K«r, and the next moment she was sobbing convulsively. Quick steps ascended th •- stairs, and I moved away from the threshold very much like a per son caught in the act of stealing. What occurred, subsequently, I did not know until some time after. I tried to conceal my abstraction and appear as usual, and was somewhat relieved when, a few min utes after, Miss Griffin took her seat ut the piano, and, with a brilliant sweep of her little fingers, commenced the “Laugh ing Song.” How she did laugh, and how she did sing! For a week after, the echo of those bewitching strains seemed to meet me in the far comers of the house, and only ten minutes before she was sobbing us if her heart would •‘I never heard Maggie sing so well, observed a lady friend. “She really excels herself.” Didn’t I know that she was singing for Fred ? Didn’t I know that her voice laden with love, and heavily laden, t< The poor child had not yet begun to feel its weight. “Heaven help her,” I said, softly, to myself.. “How lid you like tho singing, Fred ?” I asked tho next morning, at breakfast. “It was delightful. Of all I he contral- toes I ever heard, that was the richest.— But who was the fair vocalist ?—for of course she is fair.” “A stranger, Fred,” I answered care lessly, 'glancing at his handsome face. “A Miss Griffin--Maggie Griffin. I believe they call her.” His face ^as like that of an angel for a moment; inexpressible satisfaction was depicted on every lineament ; but it grad ually failed/ aud the old patient, sombrw look resumed its place. Not another word You shall stay.” That was what Fred stud. What did I do ? Looked on a moment at the little figure kneeling beside my nephew’s chair, while he laid his hands gently on the early head, thanking Heav en, I know, for the blessings of his life, walked out to my own room, and had a good cry, woman fashion. Two years have passed since then, and Fred walks now as well as any one. “The Gospel of a Cotton Press.” We make the following extract from an eloquent sermon .recently delivered in Memphis, Tenn.. as it contains “food for reflection” for thinking men of every community. That there are hundreds aud thousands in every locality of the South, now idling away precious mo ments and rushing down the road to per dition, who would be reclaimed and con verted into producers where there are only ugly ulcers upon the prosperity of the community, by the establishment of cotton and other factories, there can no doubts. Idleness and vice go hand in hand. Read, reflect, and take heed: my e .There is a man in Indiana H thin that T Ulf nnderwg^cd haring /eased fl»e abbro rc'-rTf* * i, .era-1, into House, Bobcits a tharu of the patronage, when .thawheriff irafWx him’he crawls into with a wromhe on their Mrt Jo lemve.nothing his rifle and watchts bis adversary through “ Please do not feel distressed about it. I should have spoken when yOu'flret entered, but I foolishly imagined you would be able to leave without observer- ingme. If it does not make you feel annoyed, I shall be very glad it has hap pened, as it has afforded me a "glimpse of something natural mid spontaneous.” I knew jt was wrong to stop there list ening but I was actually riveted to the spot Women always have some excuse for prying; and *' riveted” is as good as any for me. ' “Are you ill. sir?” she inquired, draw- little nearer. For the next two months Fred received any tiny perfumed uotes, and I noticed that Ben (the footman) made trips to the post-office more frequently tfhm formerly. In the meantime I hail met the young lady on several occasions, and we had be come very good friends ; but I kept my own council. I noticed that for several days Fred looked exceedingly sad and careworn. My first thought was not to rk upon it; bnt when I saw the quiver of the poor fellow’s lip, I could keep silent no longer. •Well, dear, what is it?” I asked again. “Oh, aunt, I Lhvo been trying to have iother funeral, but the body refuses to ■ buried. I dug the grave, but the rest beyond me.” “It seems to me, Fred, that if I were in •nr place, I should not be desirous of taking on myself the duties of a profes sional undertaker. Whether you can walk again or not, you have probably a long life before you ; and my advice is to allow all the plants which Providence its goodness sends to your garden—for me unknown reason, once laid so deso late—to blossom aud bear fruit. Throw othing away which is holy, aud calculat ed to lessen your burden.” “Aunt, what do you mean ?” he ex claimed. Just then Ben stuck his head in th Miss Griffin wishes to see Mrs. An drews aud Mr. Travers immediately.” “Good gracious 1” ejaculated Fred. “Show her up, Ben,” I ordered. “But aunt, not here, l’on don’t—that i—I never, you see ” But the suddeu out ranee of the young lady put an end to all indecision. n so glad to find you both togeth- he exclaimed, walking straight to the side of Fred’s choir. This letter will explain why I am here. Allow me to read TEMPORAL WANTS OF THE POOR. When we look uround us, and note the various objects of charity with which our city abounds ; when we count the widows and orphans ; when we consider the aged and iufirm ; and last, bnt by no means least, when we contemplate the alarming number of fallen women for whose tem poral and spiritual salvation nothing is done, the question of Christian philan thropy assumes huge and startling pro portions. Well may the good man trem ble, in view of his responsibilities to his race and to his God. Every day—every hour—applications are privately made for relief—and still the real necessities of the ease are not met. We may give and give, in our loose, slipshod and unsystematio way, and still the cry of wan t is never hushed; the pleading for mercy never ceases. To-day but repeats the history of yes terday, and to-morrow will repeat the his tory of to-day—and so it will continue until we change our tactics, and adopt wiser and better and (in the end) more economical methods. Memphis is, to-day, the gate to the great Southwest, and Memphis, twenty years hence, will be one of the foremost cities on this continent. Her population will rapidly increase—and with the mighty and irresistable tide of commerce, there will drift to our streets a vast army of paupers and beggars. We have them now—we shall have more of them—and now the qnestion is : WHAT SnALL WE DO WITH THEM ? What shall we do with the widows and orphans ? What shall we do with the brigade of young savages whom you style “mackerels j” What should wc do with the poor, homeless wanderers who have not where to lay tboir heads ? These are questions that deeply concern every good citizen of Memphis, and I will at least hint at their solution : factory. Let us have a great, permanent INDUSTRIAL INSTITUTE, where all who cannot obtain more profit able employment elsewhere, especially women and children, may find the means of providing for themselves. Tliislbe- lieve to be feasible ; and I am fully per- similar plan be carried ont its success would demonstrate its wisdom. And this is what I call tho “OOBPBL OF A COTTON MILL.” Gospel means glad tinings, good news;! and wonld the call to such a home be good news to the poor and needy ? Of course, all the details of each an enterprise cannot now be given, nor is this at all neoessary. Some things most be left to the arbitrament of time, and many other things will adjust themselves. I may be permitted to suggest, however, that a charter must be obtained; sub scriptions must be solicited ; a committee of thoroughly responsible gentlemen mast be chosen ; an executive commit-, tee must bo selected ; and the moral and pecuniary aid of all the churches must be invoked. I may be pardoned for the further snggestion, that this industrial scheme should be absolutely and unquali- fidely anti-sectarian. It should be of such a character as to commend it to the hearty sympathy and support of ad re ligious denomination!*, as well as those individuals who have no special religious denominational •predilections. TELEGRAPH. Washington, April 8.—Tho detail* of Friday’s fighting are as follows: Tho Communists at Coubevoio were dislodged by the guns of Fort Valerian... They rallied in Avenue do Nenflly. whenee STSm 5 or someother The Value of a Scrap-Book. All who take a newspaper whioh they the least degree appreciate, will often regret to see any one number thrown aside for waste paper which contains some interesting and important articles. A good way to preserve these is by the use of the scrap-book. One who lias never been accustomed thus to preserve short articles, can hardly estimate the pleasure it affords to sit down and turn over the pleasant familiar pages. Here a choice piece of poetry meets the eye, which you remember you were so glad to aeo in the paper, bnt which you would long since have lost had it not been for your scrap-book. There is a witty anec dote—it does you good to laugh o\ yet, though for the twentieth time. Next vnlnablo recipe you had almost forgotton, and which yon have found just in time to save much perplexity.— There is a sweet little story, the memo ry of which has cheered and encouraged yon many a time when almost ready to despair under the pressure of life’s cares and trials. Indeed you can hardly take np a single paper without perusing it— Just glance over the sheet before you, and see how many valuable items it tains that would be of service to you a hundred times in life. A choice thought is far more precious than of glittering gold. Hoard with care the precious gems, and seo at the end of the year what a rich treasure yon have ac complished. it.” IE FLAN OF INDUSTRIAL REDEMPTION. I have, in connection with other gen tlemen, a plan which I winh to submit to the intelligent, philanthropic people of Memphis ; a plan which, I think, de- serves the gravest consideration. For myself, I desire to direct public attention to the matter. I seek neither to inaugu rate nor to control tho enterprise. I do not want to be either president, secretary, treasurer, or even director of the compa ny. Any unpaid drudgery that is to be done, I am willing to do, but beyond this I have no aspirations.- Briefly stated, plan would be something like the follow ing: A number of wealthy and influen tial citizens shall obtain a charter, author izing the establishment of an industrial organization—a home of industry—having for its primary obj ct the amelioration of the condition of the worthy poor and needy, as well as the idle and vicious classes of society— IN ALL CASES GIVING PREFERENCE TO POOR WOMEN AND CHILDREN. Say, for instance, that a good cottcn mill be established ; and then, instead of sending all onr cotton to Europe, let us detain a few thousand bales at home to be manufactured into doth, thread, yarn and other products of the staple, by the very people who are now living in idleness, vice on t poverty. Suppose that instead of paying for the sup]>ort of those who neetkhelp, we place them in a position where they, will be able to support them selves. The organization shall be under the control of responsible parties ; igible lot of ground shall be obtained ; suitable buildings—not only for manufac turing purposes, but also for houses for the operatives—shall be erected. Then clear our streets of “mackerels, 1 and set them to work. “Please don’t 1” implored Fred, recog nizing his own chirography. “Very well, then,” said she, folding the note. “But, Mrs. Andrews, your nephew and I have corresponded for two months. I love him, and he loves me.— This morning I received thiscruel note.— •Ho has irrevocably determined, he says, uot to allow this love to go on another day—that he will not doom me-to the life such a love will entaiL Who ever heard of such cruel nonsense ? As if tie had it in his power to put an end to my love his own either !” and her eyei filled with tears. “Oh, Maggie !” whispered Fred, look ing steadfastly ont of the window; “you don’t know wliat you are talking about” “Yes I do. dear,” she replied, sweetly. “If we were poor, it would make a differ ence, I suppose ; and yet I scarcely think it could. Yon are ri<;h, and so ami. And, Fred Travers, you will walk again o: these days. I believe Heaven itself has Whispered that in my ear. If you don’t love me, say so, and I will go away and never trouble you again.” * ‘Heaven bless you, darling ! I love you more tlian myself a thoasand times over. INSTEAD OF TAKING BOYS TO THE STATION- HOUSE, TAKE THEM TO THE COTTON - MILL. W’hcn a poor widow, or fallen woman, ’ helpless child, applies to me for aid, t me be authorized to send them to the cotton miB. A debt and credit ac count shall be kept with each inmate ; and let them understand that, so far from being objects of charity, they are really earning their living, and are con sequently independent. This will bea most wholesome lesson. Instead of asy lums of idleness for those who are able to work at all, let us have a huge hive of industry. Schooll and churches will spring up in the immediate vicinity as by magic ; and in this way thousands of our race will be reclaimed and saved, who would otherwise be an incubus up ou the body politic and a curse to society. The. great want of our city to-day is, to know what to do with the abandoned and helpless clauses. We have no place for them. Houses of correction do little An Affecting Scene—A Judge Sen tencing an Old Schoolmate to be Hanged.—On Friday last, in the Criminal Court, at Memphis, Frank Graves and Samuel H. Poston were sentenced to be hanged by Judge Flippin, for the murder of a Virginian named Schofield, in Cnba county, about a year ago. Judge Flippin then spoke as follows “Samuel H. Poston,this is one of the sad dest eras in my life. Our parents and their children knew each other. We grew up together, went to the same school the same church, and played on bill and in valley the same innocent games in boy hood. Years have passed since then.— Our roads in life have divulged. You stand convicted of a great, a capital crime, and I, as the minister of the law, have imposed upon me the painful duty of passing upon yon the sentence of death. Were it consistent with my official duties, I ‘wonld that this cup could pass from But I cannot now shrink from the performance of this sad and official re quirement, and must not,-and will not, ii the future, though other victims may fall, to avenge a violated law. It is, therefore, the sentence of the court that you be re manded to the county jail of Shelby county, the plaoe from whence you came, to be there securely kept until Friday, the 26tb day of May next, when you will be taken by the sheriff of Shelby county, between the hours of 10, a. m., and 3, p. m., within one mile and a half of the Court House of said county, and then to be hanged by the neck until yon are dead, and may God have mercy on your soul.” . When Poston was called, both the Judge and Poston were very much moved. Poston shook like an aspen leaf, and had to grasp a chair for support. At the elusion of the sentence Judge Flippin in tears, as was also nearly all the large crowd gathered there. It was most affecting scene", and will ever be re membered by those who witnessed it. It was a surprise to all to know the relation that had existed in early childhood be tween Judge Flippen and Poston, amd it must have ihdeed been a sad thing for Judge Flippin to consign to death the playmate of his early boyhood days. “No more employment for Prussians in France, ” says the Paris Opinion Rationale. “This door is closed to every German subject, workman or customer,’ inscription placed over the atelier of M. Nadar, in Paris. Mile Brohan, the cele brated French actress, has sworn never to set foot on German soil. These instances give some idea of the prevailing sentiment of the French people, against Germany, and all things German. behind Neuilly Bridgd, which they bar ricaded. . Tbe shells demolished their barricades, and the Communists, after suffering heavily in attempting to hold the bridge, fell into temporary disorder; but they succeeded in extracting their artillery, and took refuge in the houses the eastern bank of tbe river. The Versailles troops occnjued the houses on the ■ opposite side of the river, and a sharp fusilade was maintained aeroes the Finally the troops pushed across tho bridge, when the Insurgents’ guns from the ramparts swept Avenuo de Neuilly, checking pnnnit Under oover of the rampart guns the Communists again erected barricades, but were, ultimately driven beneath the ramparts. The battle lasted till sunset, when seven guns still protected the gates and the forts were silent Picard officially announces a complete success of the'government lore is heavy. General Bisson is killed. The child of the Princess of Wales is dead. Its birth was premature. A circular from Theirs officially con firms the Government successes. Gen. Mountaubanis slightly, and Gen. Pre chat seriously wounded. The losses of the Insurgents are immense, and the positions captured of deoisive advantage. Washington, April 8.—The Judiciary Committee had a very long session to day. It is understood they have made some amendment to the House Ku-klux bill, but the details have not transpired. Senator Morton serenaded Grant and Colfax. On the stand, both Morton and Colfax, in speeches, nominated Grant for President in 1872. Versailles, April 8.—The Communists continue the reign of terror in Paris and neighborhood. The indignities heaped upon religion have shocked all the deoent portion of the community. There is a war against the priests, and it is not safe for one to be seen in Paris. All hopes McMahon. The Government troops maintain the positions captured from the Insurgents. No new attack has been made by either party. There is a strong desire among the more substantial citizens to see Paris again reoocupied by. tho Germans. The loss in the battles yesterday on both sides is quite as large was mentioned in previous dispatches. The conduct of the Government troops at Ave’de Neuilly. was most heroic. They never faltered a moment during the rein of shells and heavy firing. Their loss is great but success is complete. The Com munists, since the battle,’have committed the wildest excesses, and butchered the prisoners they held. The excitement here is intense, and communication with Pari^ is kept .lip only with great diffi culty. v v Paris, April' 7—via London, 8.—The fighting is terrible; Tbe Nationals, .on Thursday night, re-occupied the barri cade at Neuilly, and it was to-day fiercely attacked by the batteries of the Versailles army. The Nationals defended their po sition with mitrailleuses, which had been mounted on the barricade. There was a perfect train of shells from the Versailles army until half-past four in the afternoon, when it became apparent a direct assault intended by the government forces. The movement proved a feint, however, for instead of following it up, the Ver sailles troops advanced upon both the right and left flanks of the barricades.— There was for an hour a rapid and effect ive fire of musketry, and then the fight ing increasing in intensity, the committee of hostility advanced two fresh bat talions of infantry, supported by eight guns. Crowds of women and children were in dangerous position, near the arch of the Triomphe, watching with the-utmost anxiety the charges and scenes ’ of the battlefield. The fire of the artillery has up to this time, spared the Encienti*. The Nationals resist the advances of the Asaemblyista with determination, and will defend every inch of the streets should the Assemblyists succeed in en tering the city. There is a strong con centration of Nationals in Place Vendomr k There are many pieces of artillery in the Court Yard, Palais Royal, and in front of Church of Madeline. The utmost bitterness towards the Versailles Govern ment pervades the public mind. London, April 8.—A dispatch from Marseilles reports the city tranquil, Cremieux, Peliiseier, .and some other members of the Committee are arrested and imprisoned to await their trial. London, April 8,11:30 p. m.—Advices from Paris of to-day state that Ladisla Dombroeki has been appointed to soooeed Gen. Bergen!; in command of the Na tional Guard. The Nationals remained all Friday night in' their position at the Bridge of NetuDy. A dispatch from Versailles of this even ing says the entire army, under the com mand of McMahon, has been divided into four corpa, of which one is held in reserve, and has Gen. Vinoj at its heed, while the others have been ordered into active service under command of Generals Ladirault, Cessy and DobaraiL £&»Mira, will yon take my arm ?” asked an old bachelor. “Lai yea, and you, too,” said the young lady. “Can only replied the or no good. Private, unsystematic relief “Then/’’ said " “I can't has to be eternally repeated, and at the take it, as my motto is to go the whole very last is bnt temporary and unsatis-l hog or none at all.** Mass Your Returns.—Tho officer* at the UniteclStates Aaesaor’s office bf In ternal Revenue are now busy in receiv ing tho returns of ineomo-fbr 1870.— Every one having a gross inooma of over 82,000 are required to Yoport in peracro. Blanks for income returns are far all who havo not received one, and tho law makes it imperative to go to the office, and not Wait to: be called on.* Dealers in liquor ? and tobacco should goandregister their names for license for 1871 and *72.— ; Many have already done sow This had best do attended to promptly, as it will save much trouble and vexation to all parties oonoerned.

Georgia Historic Newspapers

The Weekly Sumter republican. (Americus, Ga.) 18??-1889, April 14, 1871, Image 1