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VOL. X.
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J. It. iviuii. - - - Proprietor
W'.M, WEAVEIt, - - Editor.
THURSDAY, JULY 15. 1875*
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•POET’S CORNER.
t;\i; before.
There’s a beautiful face in the silent air,
Which follows me ever and near,
With smiling eyes and amber hair.
With voiceless lips, yet with breath of
prayer,
ii h “' feel, but cannot hear.
The dimpled hand, and ringlet of gold,
Li? low in a marble sleep ;
r -,
But the empty air is strangely cold.
And my vigil alone I keep.
There’s a sinless brow with a radiant
y crown
And a cross laid down in the dust ;
There’s a smile where never a shade comes
now,
And tears no more from those dear eyes
flow,
So sweet in their innocent trust.
Ah, well! and summer is corning again,
Singing her same old song ;
But, oh! it sounds like a sob of pain,
As it floats in the sunshine and the rain,
O’er hearts of the world’s great throng.
There’s a beautiful region above the skies,
And I long to reach its shore,
For I know I shall find my treasure there,
The laughing eyes and amber liair
Of the loved one gone before.
JBISCETONEoUr
The Philosopher's Stone,
Tho eccentric but brilliant John
Randolph once rose suddenly up in
his seat in the House of Represen
tatives and screamed out at the top
of his shrill voice, —
“Mr. Speaker! Mr. Speaker! I
have discovered the philosopher’s
stone. It is—Pay as you go!”
John Randolph dropped many
rich gems from his mouth, but nev
er a richer one than that. “Pay as
you go,” and you need not dodge
sheriffs and constables. “Pay as
you go,” and you can walk the
streets with an erect back and a
manly front, and have no fear of
those you meet. You can look any
man in the eye without flinching.
You won’t have to cross the street
to avoid a dun, or look intently in
a shop window in order to see a
creditor. “Pay as you go,” and
you can snap your finger at the
world, and when you laugh it will
be a hearty, honest one, and not like
the laugh of the poar debtor, who
looks around as though he was in
doubt whether the laugh was not
the property of his creditors, and
not included in articles “exempted
from attachment.” “Pay as you
go,” and you will meet smiling
faces at borne--happy, cherry
pheeked, smiling children—a con
tented wife—a cheerful hearthstone.
John Randolph was right. It is
the philosopher's stone.
, Head-waiters —Barbers.
£lk iSmncsforo’ Herat*.
THE HAPPY HUNTING
GROUND.
Spotted Tail’s Description of the Spir
it World—The Indian’s Religion
Where the Great Spirit will Lean to
the Red Man’s Cause.
[Washington Letter to the Courier-Journal]
Correspondent—l want you to
tel! tno. somewhat of your religious
belief.
Spotted Tail, after quite a pause,
,proceeded, in answer to questions
[put by your correspondent and Ma
jor Howard, to talk very gravely,
the following being substantially
what he said ;
“Most Indians believe in the
Great Spirit, in a heaven and in a
hell. But some are unbelievers,
and think that when they die they
are no more, just like the dog and
the horse. There are but two
worlds, the one in which we live,and
that one where the Great Spirit
dwells. The spirit world is more
than ten thousand times larger
than this, its hunting I A \yiVS
no end, and the game there is in
exhaustible. Its flowers are more
beautiful and fragrant than any we
have ever known, and its maidens
are as lovely as the colors of the
clouds before a setting sun, and
never grow old. The land does
not have to be cultivated there, hut
every kind of good fruit, and m
the greatest abundance,hangs upon
the trees and vines continuously
waiting to he plucked. Nothing
ovc t dies there, and the wants of
all who go tjiere are constantly and
forever supptied without the p.eccs
si tv of any work. All good mao
whether tney are white or red, go
to heaven, hut a great difference
will exist between the conditions of
the races of men and individuals
there and what they are here. Ev
erything nearly will be reversed.—
The wealthy here will be poor there,
the powerful and great here will be
humble there. The Indians who
have been overpowered by the in
telligence and skill of tho white
nmn here will have a better chance
there. Everything which has been
taken from them here will bo given
back to them there, evtn to his gun,
his dog, and bis pony. Here the
Great Spirit has been on the white
man’s side; there be will lean to
the cause of tho Indian, and then,”
said the chief, his eyes flashing the
mean time a fearful realization of
the present condition of his people,
“we'll fight it out, and wo will not
he driven from our hunting grounds
like the sneaking, savage wolf.—
The had men of all nations will go
down into the centre of the earth
and bo excluded from the spirit
land”
Correspondent—But tell’me.—
You know that when you die—
when your people die—they rot
like the horse and dog, and their
bodies go into the earth, the air,
and water. How is it that you are
to go to the spirit land and do eve
rything there as individuals very
much after the same manner that
you do here ?
Spotted Tail—We go there as
spirits, and there get new bodies,
which the white man can nQt kill.
Correspondent —Have you npt
heard through your missionaries
about Jesus Christ, the Son of tho
Great Spirit 1
] Spotted Tail—Yes, I have heard
all about Him ; how good He was;
what great things lie"did; how He
would help the had man to be good,
and how He would lead all who
would listen to Ilim to the Great
Spirit, His Father ; and I have al
so heard how the white man killed
Him. The Indian never would
have done that; he never would
have murdered the Son of the Great
Spirit. He would rather have lov
ed Him better than his own life;
would have given Him anything
and all he had, and for Him woull
have gone upon the. warpath and
GREENESBORO’, GA., THUSDAY, JULY 15, 1875.
conquered the world. It was for a
long time after I first heard about
Jesus Christ that I did not under
stand how the white pnan could
have killed Him; but when T got
better acquainted with the whites,
when I realized the fact that they
had no respect for the rights of the
Indian, would take away his home
where he was born, murder him
and his children, despoil his women,
and rob him of his winter’s food, I
then very readily understood how
they could even kill the Son of the
Great Spirit as they did.
Correspondent—Do the Indiansl
often pray to the Great Spirit?”
Spotted Tail—Yes ; on most all
occasions, whether great or small.”
Correspondent—Does the Great
Spirit answer their prayers ?
Spotted Tail—Yes; he always
answers tbo goqd rpan. He has
given us all we have, and is always
present to give us more, if we only
do no wrong.
Preparatory Baptism.
[From the Vicksburg IleralJ ]
He is an industrious colored man,
living in a small cabin down the river,
and his wife is a corpulent, good-na
tured woman, but very deaf.
Some weeks ago Reuben began to
ponder. He had never been a bad
nigger, but he had never embraced
Christianity, much to the sorrow of
Aunt Spsan, his wife, who has been
prepared for heaven, lo ! these many
years past. The more he pondered the
more he became convinced that he
ought to become a Christian, and Apnt
Susnn encouraged him with tender
words and tearful eyes. lJr t , , x , ,
days ago to see about joining a church,
and was informed that lie would have
to be baptized before he could becouie
a member. He didn’t relish the idea
much, but he informed his wife that
he would consent, and she clasped her
hands and replied :
“ Glory to Richmond —de angels am
a coinin’!”
Uncle Reuben got the idea the other
day that he’d like to try the water
alone before being publicly baptized,
and, while Lis wife was getting break
fast ready, he slipped down to the river
bank to take a preparatory dip. lie
removed his coat, hat and boots, placed
them on a log, and, as he descended the
bank, his broad feet slipped, and the
convert came down on the back of his
neck.
“ What de debbil !” he com
menced, as he picked himself up, but,
suddenly remembering that ho was
soon to join the church, ho checked
himself and remarked ;
“ I’m ashamed of dat, and I hope de
angels will ’scuse me.”
He put one foot into the water, drew
back with a shiver, put in the other,
and looked longingly towards the
house. At that moment Aunt Susan
began singing:
“ tVe’s gwine up to glory ;
We’s gwine on de cars! ”
And old Reuben braced up and en
tered the water,
“ Yes, we’s gwine up to glory ! ” he
remarked as he waded along—“ gwine
on de fast express !”
At the next step his foot struck a
sunken log, and he pitched over it and
under water, head first. As soon as he
came to tho surface and blew the water
from his mouth, he yelled :
“ Woosh ! what in blazes is die yore
performance ?”
In raising up, his foot slid over the
log and under a limb in such a manner
that the old darkey was caught fast.
He could hang to a stub of a limb, but
he could not pull himself forward
enough to slip his foot out of the trap.
“ Whar’s de angels now ?” he yelled
out, as he kicked the water higher than
his head.
Aunt Susan answered with—
De angels are a-comin—
I hear de music play I ”
When the old man realized that he
was fast and must have help from the
shore, he yelled out:
“ 110 ! dere, old woman—hi !”
She couldn’t have beard a cannon
fired on the bank of the river, and went
on singiug:
“ Dere’s a seat for me in Heaven—
]>e gwine to jine de hand ! ”
“ Hi! dere—l’ll jine y-f *d black
head off if ye don’t hear :n| yelled
old Reuben.
He struggled and kick if',lot his
head under water and out, an yelled :
“ Cuss dat ole woman ! w jjpn’t she
hear me V
“ Uncle Reuben’s a-gwii;
To be an angel, sli
came the song. .
“ It’s a lie—a big de i! lie !” he
yelled, pulling his head titter water
again.
“ Anil he’ll fly among kr.^Ai,
And play upon a liai I”
continued the old woman 3*sFh turned
I over the bacon.
“ Hi! dere—woosh ! whoop !” he
yelled, floundering aroui* pulling at
his legs.
“ De Lawd has got his na -v
And dere is a place for Inn. I ,'’
howled the old woman.
“ Angels be cussed —whoa dere,
you old black villuni!” yelle* Uncle
Rube.
“ Dey’ll dress him up in whi'fc
AVid a crown upon his brewfL
wailed Aunt Susan, as she p >*ed the
water off the potatoes.
“ If I ebber get out o’ di-t 'fibber
alive, I’ll break lior old deaf head, I
will!” growled the victim, ad then
raising his voice he shouted . [
“You dere, old Satan—hi! li!” As
if in direct answer came the soar
“ He struggles wid de evil oi |
But lie gained the vict’ry, t-s&re ' •”
“ Susan—old cuss Susan —if I had
ye by de wool I’d barry that o’e deaf
head agin de cabin till yor eyes
couldn’t see ! ” he screamed and he
made another tremendous effort to get
loose. It was successful, and just then
she sang:
“ Oh i wliar’s do angel now.
Send him ’long— send hi jelL”.
Uucle Reuben, as ho waded ashore
—“an’ he'll turn dat cabin inside
out! ”
He limped up to the house. She
was placing the meal on the table and
singing;
“ He's gwine to he baptized—
He’s gwine ”
When he eutered the house and gave
her a cuff ou the ear which nearly loos
ened the roots of her hair.
“ Oh : yes—lze an angel wid wings
on, I is !” he yelled, as he brought her
another cuff—“ and Ize gwine to glory
—and I’ll knock ver ole head off—and
Ize gwine to jine de band —and you
deaf ole alligator —and Ize gwine up to
glpry—and blast your deaf o!c ears—
an de glory am a cornin’!”
People who know Uncle Reuben say
that he swears again with great relish,
aod it is certain that he hasn t been tip
to Vicksburg to be baptized and become
a church member.
A Peculiar CliaHenge.
Professor Tyndall’s challenge about
the prayer-gauge has been accepted,un
consciously but practically, by a curi
ous sect of believers in Great Britain,
who call themselves, frankly enough,
the “ Peculiar People.” So far as we
can see, their “ peculiarity consists
chiefly in their taking literally what
other believers take figuratively. Ihe
“ Peculiar People ” ought aoi to be
stigmatized as fools, for ad eminent
judge in England, the late Baron
Pigott, belonged to this odd sect, and,
as Shah Baham says in the phy, “You
will not easily make anybody believe
that a Shah is a fool.” \\ ha' a Shah
is in Persia and countries of ttat sort, a
judge is or ought to be in our V\ estern
uaiions. The “ Peculiar People” have
just established a hospital in London.
Prom this hospital all doctors ire to be
rigidly excluded. IV hen wo consider
that pt physician of unusud moral
scrupulousness has just come forward in
the London to shew tint under
takers are in the habit of payog Eng
lish doctors a percentage ot burials,
this regulation of the “ I’ecuiar Peo
ple ” may be thought not ver; peculiar.
But physicians they exclud,also all
medicines. Their doctrine is that
when the Lord will heal. Ilewill heal,
and that when He will sla' He will
slay, and they hold it impiotl to inter
fere with Ilis decrees otherrise than
by prayer. Now let Profess*' Jyr.dal!
insist upon having a regular taonthly
comparison of the returns hos
pital of the “ Peculiar BsopJe” with
those from any ordinary hospital. No j
one can complain of su>h a test since J
the “ Peculiar People ” who may fairly
claim to bo the only practical and ex
clusive believers in the efficacy of
prayer as a sanitary and hygienic in
strument, Lave themselves invited it.
If it conies afterward to n question of
the relative efficacy of prayers put up
by the “ Peculiar People,” and by
other devout persons of a less positive
and peremptory faith, that matter
may be discussed from other points of
view.
The Original “Mrs. Parting-
Ion.”
The names of certain great char
acters are so well known to fame,
that often little or nothing else is
known about them, Homer is in
dangor of having been born in stv
en different places at once. Shake
speare’s early history i3 equally
unauthoritative. Nobody really
knows who old Parr was—some
sceptical people believing that after
all he was only some old humbug,
who pretended to be a great deal
older than ho really was. And
who was Mrs. Partington? The
old lady’s maltreatment of the Eng
lish language is proverbial It
may not be uninteresting, then, to
know something of the old lady
herself. The original Mrs. Par
tington was a respectable old lady,
living in Sidmouth in Devonshire.
Her cottage was on the beach, and
the incident in which her fame is
based is best told in a passage from
the speech of Sydney Smith, at
Taunton, in the year 1831, on the
Lord's rejection of the Reform bill:
‘•The attempts of the Lords to stop
■ ■•fnrrn remind* me
very forcibly of fnegnriu sTtmrr~rrr
Sidmouth, and of the conduct of
the excellent Mrs, Partington on
that occasion. In the winter of
1824, there set in a great flood up
on that town—the tide rose to an
incredible height, the waves rushed
rapidly in upon the bouses, and ev
erything was threatened with de
struction. In the midst of this
sublimo and terrible storm, Dame
Partington, who lived upon the
beach, was seen at the door of her
house, with mop and pattens, trun
dling her mop, squeezing out the
sea-water, and vigorously pushing
away the Atlantic Ocean. The At
lantic was roused. Mrs. Parting
ton’s spirit was up. But I need
not tell you that tho contest was
unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat
Mrs. Partington. She was excel
lent at a slop or a puddle ; hut she
should not have meddled with the
tempest.” This speech is reprint
ed in the collected edition of Syd
ney Smith’s works; and as this is,
we believe, the first time of Mrs,
Partington’s name being mention
ed, the immortality she has earned
must bo set down as due to Sydney
Smith.
Tic-Rack Shirt*.
We regret to have discovered a
fashion that, if it is not ungraceful,
is indecent. The present fashion
of drawback skirts, tight waists and
enormous bustles is altogether too
suggestive. No, it is not even
suggestive. It leaves too little
room for imagination to make it in
any degree artistic. A fashion that
sharply defines the outlines of the
lower limbs, and the bust, and ex
aggerates posterior potuberances;
which so nearly imitates the stage
costume of tights that one can al
most sec the play of the muscles as
she walks—such a costume might
do well enough for the nude drama,
or possibly might be tolerated if
worn exclusively in-doors at home.
But to parade upon the streets in
(broad daylight, with a costume ex
pressly designed to throw into
prominence those parts of the form
which skirts were originally de
signed to modestly coaceal, seems
to us to call for but one term—in
decent.—[Ex.
I’ROMIA ENT GEORGIANS.
J. Busier Boobysnag.
[From tlie Franklin News.]
Hon. John Buster Boobysnag was
born in Doodle county, Ga., Februarv
30, eighteen hundred and a sack of
guano, and is consequently two scores
and twenty-one years old next black
berry time.
Of the antecedents of Mr. Booby,
(for short) we know but little, except
that he was a wiga irin of the maseu
line gender, third person and singular
number, but his mother wasn’t! She
was a female woman of groat strength
of character and wonderful strength of
arm; hence the subject of our sketch
was jerked up in the way he should go ;
anl hence, again, he nose more than
the other half of the nTcn in the State.
But it is not of the rusty, far dis
tant past that we wish to speak in this
short biography. At the commence
meet of the skirmish between the North
and South, Mr. Booby was a violent
Union man, and opposed accession
with a zeal and activity that was the
admiration of all the old women in the
neighborhood. But when in spite of
his opposition; t|ic State jumped the
broom-stick backwards, he immediate
ly became a rabid war man, and swore
he could demolish two or three acres of
Yankees ‘‘ higself,”
It was about this time that he gave
vent to the patriotic expression : “Give
mo liberty or give me breath!” With
a full determination to save his breath
and liberty, too, he caught the march
ial spirit, and whistling the ever me
morial tune—
“ Green grow the bushes, 0,”
(that air that struck terror to all Yan
fccedom). he shouldered his knap-sack
a-i'l shovel and marched ti> tbo woods,
into which lie trawled, pulling the hold
in behind him. He argued and very
correctly, that this was the next best
place to a seat in the Confederate Con
gress. “ For,” said he, “ho who fights
and runs away, shall have protection jn
tny fortification, and when this cruel
war is over, we will be alive and kick
ing.”
In this lonely retreat be spent the
weary days, relieviug the tedium by
cursing Jeff Davis and the Confederacy
whenever the boys in gray were de
feated in battle, but yelling “ bully for
us” every time our boys threshed the
blue-coats. At the close of the war he
crawled out of his hiding-place and was
immediately elected to the honorable
position of constable in tjie 11,000 th
district, G. M., which position he has
held with unquestionable distiuetion
ever since.
It is not the object of the writer of
these memoirs to place the lion. J.
liuster Boobysnag before the people of
Georgia as a candidate for Governor,
though it is more than probable that
he will place himself there at the
proper time; and whether nominated
or not, he proposes to run the race, for
he is a convention Democrat without
reproach, (provided he is nominated !)
and he feels assured that the people
want him in the gubernatorial chair,
fie is entitled to the office of Governor
or United States Senator by reason of
hisvaluable services to li is native
State ; for didn’t he stand in the cellar
and curse the Yankee soldiers blue on
the occasion of their visit to Georgia
soon after the war ? Say ? Brave,
bold, generous, eloquent, chivalrous,
valorous, steadfast, untiring, persever
ing (for office) be will fill any office
about as full as any man in the State,
and the writer modestly desires to see
him elevated.
A Retort Anatomical.
Dr. Abcrnetliy, the celebrated Lon
don surgeon, was, towards the latter
part of his career, as gruff and bearish
as be was eeeentrio, and many are the
anecdotes related of his quaint sayings
and doings. He met bis match, how
ever, in a student at the College of
Surgeons, upon a certain examination
day. And we may' say, in passing,
that same student has since been one of
the most eminent and successful practi
tioners in his profession,
“ Suppose,’’ said Abernethy, in his
crisp, abrupt way, to the student, “ a
man was blown up by an explosion of
gunpowder, what would you do?”
The question was certainly as ridicu- j
lous as it was indefinite, and the tyro
coolly answered —
“ I should wait, sir, until ho cam*
down again.’’
“ And now, sir,” demanded AbetftfU*
thy, irately, “suppose I kicked you fof
an impertinent dog, what muscles
should I put in motion ?”
“ The flexors and extensors of my
right arm,” replied the student prompt
ly, “ for I should knock you down di
rectly.”
The young man passed, and the name'
of John Abernethy was signed to the
certificate of his anatomical and surgi
cal proficiency.
HIT AND HUMOR.
—lf you don’t bridle your tongue,
saddle be your fate.
—At what season did Eve eat the
apple ? Early in the falj,
—Why cannot a Temperance mad
kiss a Jewess ? lie has sworn not to
taste jew lips.
—Speaking of railroads a wag re
marked that they arc now built of three
gauges, viz: Broad gunge, narrow
gauge and mortgage.
A lazy fellow oneo declared in a
public company, that be could not find
bread for his family. “ Nor I,” re
plied an industrious man ; “ I’in
obliged to work for it.”
—A Western editor insists that 1*
wrote the word “trosseau” as plain a*
a pikestaff in connection with certain
bridal presents. The printer, however,
vulgarly put it “ trousers.”
—A tipsy fellow, who mistook a
globe lamp, with letters on it, for the
j queen of night, exclaimed: “Well,
I’ll be (hie') blest, if somebody liaia’t
wrcnnrwn - airrrrmsctnent on tne Qtne;
iff
moon I
—The difference between having a
tooth properly drawn by a dentist, and
having it kuocked out by a fail on the
pavement is only a slight distinctionr — 1
one is dental and the other accidental.
<■!
—A Chicago man thinks that the
Indians ought to be exterminated, be
cause, after all William Penn’s kind*
ness to them, “ they weut and made
him staud up one day, and shoot aft
apple off his little boy’s head with an
arrow.”
mam •
—A lady, returning from an unpro
fitable visit to church, declared that
“ when slje saw the shawls on those
Smiths, and then thought of the things
her own poor girls had to Wear, if it
wasn’t for the consolation of religioq
she did not know what she should do,'^
—A red-haired lady, who was afmbL
tious of literary distiuction, found but
a poor sale for her book. A gentleman
in speaking of her disappointment,
said : “ Her hair is red, if her hook
is not.” An auditor, in attempting to
relate the joke elsewhere, said: “ She
has red hair, if her book hasn’t.
—That was rather a touching allu
sion to a deceased spouse, made re
cently by a farmer, who came to the
village store to purchase things.
“ Can’t I show you anything else to
day, politely asked tbe clerk. “ No, I
reckou not," replied the sail looking
customer, “ I lost two horses and my
wife last fall, and I feel putty poor.
Good span of horses, too.”
—A colored preacher down South
took for his test the words, “Though
after my skin worms destroy this body,
yet in my flesh I shall soe God,” which
he divided into three parts, as follows :
‘ First, skin worms ; second, what they
done ) third, what the man seen afkey
he was eat up.”
lie went out between the acts,
and returned vigorously chewing a
clove. His wife asked him where be
had been, and he said, “To see a
friend.” She calmly replied that sbo
thought his friend must be dead, as she
could smell his bier.
—— mm*
—“ Got anything for a sick man to
read ?” inquired a pug-nosed boy at a
news stand the other day. “ Yos, any
thing you want—Bibles, poems, Relig
ious books, and so forth,” replied the
clerk. “Bibles?” echoed the boy, n dc
you think dad’s a hangel ? Gimme a
lively dime novel—one with an
sculping a solger ”
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