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DEVOTEE TO NEWS, POLITICS, LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AR GENERAL PROGRESS—INDEPENDENT IN ALL TBINGS. ■ VOL. X. She | wM. J. It. iviuii. - - - Proprietor W'.M, WEAVEIt, - - Editor. THURSDAY, JULY 15. 1875* Relating to Newspaper > ami Ar rearages. 1. Subscribers who do not give express notice to the contrary, are considered wishing to continue their subscription. 2. If subscribers order the discontinuance of their periodicals, the publishers may 0 continue to send them until all arrear ages are paid. ". If neglect or refuse to take their periodicals from the office to which they are. directed, they are held respon sible until they have settled their bills and ordered them discontinued. 4. If subscribers move to other places without notifying publishers;, and the papers are sent to former direction, they are held responsible. 5. The Courts have decided that to take periodicals from the office, or removing and leaving t.liejn uncalled for, is pritna facie evidence of iuten tional fraud.” 6. Any person who receives a newspaper W" and makes use of it,whether he lias or dered it or not, is held in law to be a subscriber. 7. If subscribers pay in advance, they arc bound to give notice to the publisher, at the end of their time, if they do noj wish to continue taking it; other wise the publisher is authorized to send it on, and the subscriber will be respon sible until an express nolice, with pay ment of all arrearages, is sent to the publisher. •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 ” NO. 28