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DEVOTE® TQ NEWS,, POLITICS, LITER ATG RE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL PROGRESS -INDEPENDENT IN ALE THINGS,
VOL. X.
Railroad Schedule 1 .
Arrival and Departure of Trains.
Arrival >1 Trains at tireenes
bnro’ lieiiot.
DAY PASSENGER TRAIN.
From Atlanta, . . 11:12 A. M.
From Augusta, . . 11:58 A*. M.
NIGHT PASSENGER TRAIN.
From Atlanta • . . 3:33 A. M.
From Augusta, . . . 1:14 A. M.
May 29 H. IT. KING, Agent.
Georgia Ifailroad.
Day Passenger Train.
Leave Augusta, 8.45, a. m.
Leave Atlanta, 7:00, a. m.
Arrive at Atlanta, 6:45, p. m.
Arrive at Augusta, 3:30, p. m.
Night Passenger Train.
Leave Augusta, 8:15, p. m.
Leave Atlanta, 10:30, p. m
Arrive at Atlanta, 6:25, a. m.
Arrive at Augusta, 8.T5, a. m.
ACCOMMODATION TRAIN.
Leaves Atlanta, 6:00 p. m.
Leaves Stone Mountain, 6:45 a. m-
Arrives Atlanta, 8:00 a. m.
Arrives Stone Mountain, 6:15 p. m.
S. K. JOHNSON, Sup’t.
Western Al Atlantic U It
AND ITS CONNECTIONS.
—“K ENNE SA W lIOUT E
The following Schedule takes effect May
23d, 1875:
NORTHWARD.
No 1. No 3. Noll.
Lv Atlanta, 4 20pm 7 00am 330 pm.
Ar Cartersville, 6 14pm 9 22am 7 19pm
Ar Kingston, 6 42pm 0 56am 8 21pm
Ar Dalton, 8 24pm 11 54am 11 18pm
Ar Chattanooga,lo 25pm 1 56pm
SOUTHWARD.
No 2. No 4. No 12.
Lv Chattanooga, 4 00pm 5 00am
Ar Dalton, 5 41pm 7 Olara 1 00am
Ar Kingston, 7 38pm 9 07am 4 19am
Ar Cartersville, 8 12pm 9 42am 5 18am
Ar Atlanta, 10 15pm 12 06m 9 30am
Pullman Palace Cars run on Nos. 1 and
2, between New Orleans and Baltimore.
Pullman Palace Cars run on Nos. 1 and
3, between Atlanta and Nashville.
Pullman Palace Cars run on Nos. 3 and
2, between Louisville and Atlanta.
change of cars between New
Orleans, Mobile, Montgomery, Atlanta and
Baltimore, and only one change to New
York.
Passengers leaving Atlanta at 4:10 pm,
arrive in New York the second afternoon
thereafter at 4:00 pm.
Excursion Tickets to the Virginia Springs
and various Summer Resorts will be on sale
in New Orleans, Mobile, Montgomery, Co
lumbus, Macon, Savannah, Augusta and
Atlanta,at greatly reduced rates Ist of June
Parties desiring a whole car through to
the Virginia Springs or to Baltimore,
should address the undersigned.
. Parties contemplating traveling should
send for a copy of the Kennesaw Route Ga
zette, containing schedules, etc.
jpgy-Ask for Tickets via “ Kennesaw
Route.” B W. WRENN.
ien’l Pass, and Ticket Agent, Atlanta, Go
MASONIC.
San Xlarino I/Oilv'i'. \o :5 (.
GREENESCOIIO', GA.
'Regular Meetings—First Wednesday
night of each month.
M. MARKWALTER, Sec’y.
Greenesboro’ It. A. C., Xo. 27
GREENESBORO’, GA.
Regular meeting —Third Fiiday night of
each month. C. C. NORTON, Sec’y.
Union Point Xo. 81Mi.
UNION POINT, Ga.,
Meets regularly the 2d and 4th Thursday
day evenings in each month.
W. O. MITCHELL, Sec’y.
Feb. 4, 1875—tf
.
Greene Lodge, Xo. 11, 1 O <> F.
GREENESBORO’, GA.,
Meets regularly every Monday night.
Wm. t. doster, n. g.
D. S. noLT, R s.
J/ o~§ f.
Greenesborough Lodge, Xo.
320, Independent Order Good Templars,
meets at Odd Fellow's Hall, on ‘2d and 4tli
Friday nights in each month.
J. HENRY WOOD, W. C.
G. W. Millek, Sec’y.
Special Notice.
TP HE Stockholders of the Greene County
Fair Association arc hereby personally no
tified that unless they pay up their pro
rata share of an execution I hold against
said Association, I will be forced to bavo
exeentions issued against them severally,
for their proportional parts of said claim.
Cant. W. M Weaver is authorized to re
vive and receipt for moneys so paid.
fcblAtf JAS.N. ARMOR
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S3 04) n Year ill Advance.
.J. It. E'AIIK, - - Proprietor.
IV, M. WEAVER, - - Editor.
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removing and leaving them uncalled
for, is prima facie evidence of inten
tional fraud.”
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POET'S CORNER.
TUI! DYISG SOLDIER.
BY MATILDA.
AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO LIZZIE A.
CHRISTIE.
[Col. Christie, of North Carolina, fell
mortally wounded at the battle of Gettys
burg, while gallantly leading his men
against the enemy’s breastworks. He was
taken to Winchester, where he was nursed
tenderly till ltis death. He longed for Ms
young wife—bis darling Lizzie—but when
she reached Winchester, he was dead. His
last words were, “ Kiss me for Lizzie.”—
Extract from a Letter.]
“ The bravest are the truest,
The loving arc the daring.”
lam dying. Is she coming? The window
open wide.
Is she coming? Oh. I love her more than
all the world beside.
In her young and tender beauty, must she
know and feel this loss?
Savior! hear my poor petition—teach her
humbly how to wear this cross;
Help her to he calm and patient when I
moulder in the dust;
Let her say and feel, my Father, that Thy
ways are true and just.
Is she coming? Go and listen, I would see
her face once more ;
I would hear her speaking to me ere life’s
fevered dream is o’er ;
I would fold her to my bosom—look into
her sofi bright eye ;
I would tell her how 1 love her—kiss her
once before I die.
Is she coming ? Oh, ‘tig evening, and my
darling comes not still!
Lift the curtain, it grows darker, it is sun
set on the hill •
All the evening dews are falling, I am cold,
the light is gone.
Is she coming? Softly, softly, comes
death’s silent footsteps on ;
I am going, come and kiss me ; kiss me for
my darling wife,
Take for her my parting blessing, take the
last warm kiss of life ;
Tell her I will wait to greet her where the
good and lovely are,
In that home untouched by sorrow, tell her
she must meet me there.
Is she coming ? Lift the curtain, let me
see the failing light ;
Oh, I want to see her! Surely she will
come to-night!
Surely, ere the daylight dieth, I will fold
her to my breast,
With her upon my bosom, calmly I could
sink to rest,
It is hard to die without her. Look! I
think she’s coming now;
I can, almost feel her kisses on my faded
check and brow ;
I can almost hear her whisper, feel her
check upon my cheek.
Hark! I hear the front door open. Is she
coming? Did she speak?
No? Well, drop the curtain softly. I will
see her face no more
Till I see it smiling on me on the bright
and better shore.
Tell her she must come and meet me in
that Eden land of light.
Tell her I’ll be waiting for her where there
is no death, no night.
Tell her that I called her darling, blessed
her with my dying breath,
Come and kiss me for my Lizzie: tell her
love outliveth death.
Chicanery—Palming off an old hen
as a youngcbicken.
GREENESRORO', GA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1875.
ORIGINAL
[for tiie herald.]
TAI.LI LAII AMI TOCCOA.
Mr. Editor: Last Friday morn
ing your correspondent, in com
pany with several others, left
Union Point to visit the mountains
of Georgia. Our party, composed
of six, was as follows : Messrs. S.
H. Sibley, W. E. Reynolds, J. E.
Carlton, A. W. Watson, and J.
C. Hart, one other, Bill Pressly,
the all-important “ Friday ” of the
crowd. Several amusing incidents
transpired on the route, and the
honest yeomanry of Habersham
were more than twice the victims
of our practical jokes. We will
spare you a recital o? them, how
ever, as our object is simply to at
tempt a description of what we
saw. Toccoa city was reached at
sundown,Saturday afternoon, (very
good traveling in wagons,) and our
tent pitched one mile beyond the
city, just half way between it and
the Falls. At eleven p.m. we were
forced to move, on account of the
rain, to an old house not far dis
tant, and whoso homely roof pro
tected us from the incessant rain
during that night, Sunday, and
until Monday 11 a.m. From there
we went to Toccoa Falls, reaching
them at 1 p.m. These Falls are
1 [
on the Toccoa Mountains. The
river is a beautiful mountain
stream, always as clear as crystal.
After meandering for some distance
on the brow of the mountain, it
takes a direct course, and strikes
the precipice at a perpendicular.
The mountain side breaks off very
abruptly, and tbe water leaps from
that dizzy height and never touches
the rock again, until it has fallen
the distance of one hundred and
sixty-eight feet ! Though the wa
ter, where it leaves the mountain
top, is a stream, before half of the
descent is reached it is converted
into drops, which look like dia
monds as they glisten and sparkle
in the sunlight; and when at last
the rocks below are reached, there
is nought but clouds of spiay to
form the arching rainbow. The
scenery is lovely just at this point.
Toccoa is all beauty , Tallulah,
grandeur ! These latter are situ
o
ated on a river bearing the same
name, and twelve miles from Toc
coa. We would write a letter too
long, were we to attempt a descrip
tion of the many points of interest
on this beautiful river, so there
fore we mention hut three ; Tem
pesta, Hurricane Falls, and Grand
Chasm. From our point of ob
servation, Toccoa Mountain, mag
nificent scenery met th3 eye for
miles around. The Tallulah
Mountains just in front of us are
backed by a grand chain of “the
everlasting hills,*’ and viewed
through the distance and from their
height, the foliage is blue, truly
deserving, as it bears, the name of
“ Blue Ridge.” The sight is love
ly. The sun is just setting. Its
last rays linger on the mountain
top as if dreading to leave a scene
of so much beauty, to bury itself
beyond those frowning rocks. Now
by degrees it wends its way, 'till
at last it is visible only by reflec
tion from that beautifully tinted
cloud, that like a mirror hangs
over it. Darker and darker the
scene grows, ’till now, the pic
ture on which our eyes feasted with
delight, becomes a huge, shapeless
mass.
Tuesday morning early, we left
the hotel, and accompanied by a
guide, we began sight seeing, ’Tis
now Tuesday evening, your corre
spondent has left the camp, and
with a few sheets of paper and
pencil, will try to describe the
scene around him. His seat is on
a rock that projects over the Tem
pesta rapids. These pass right
i through the mountain, dividing it,
as it wore. On one side is beauti
ful foliage ; on the other, nothing
greets the eye, save a rugged side,
that rises over one thousand feet,
with now and then a white pine, or
a mountain cedar, or perhaps a
bunch of moss, clinging to the
craggy rock. The water beneath
dashes madly against the opposing
granite, as if to test which as
the mightier. The barriers are
victorious, and as the water strikes
them, a great deal of it passes off
in light, flying clouds of vapor.
They pass one after another, and
some are so light that they rise al
most to the top of this mountain so
fearfully high, and each ns it rises
reflects in itself a rainbow, em
bodying the seven prismatic colors.
The fall at Tempesta is longer, but
not so steep as the Hurricane.
Here just a little lower down, the
water rushes against an immense
rock, which projects into tho bed
of the stream, looking very much
like the front of a ship, and it is
then thrown to the right where it
finds tho precipice. The scenery
at every point is varied, and al
ways wildly beautiful. Mr. Sibley,
who was with us, said that though
Niagara surpassed in volume of
water the falls bore, these were by
far, in point of scenery, more wild,
romantic and picturesque.
Our letter grows long, and wc
now pass to the Grand Chasm. 1
pause, and almost refuse to at
tempt a description. Many graphic
pen-pictures have in beautiful lan
guage, portrayed the scene here,
but none can ever give an idea
that in the slightest degree ap
proaches the grandeur, the sub
liinityof the seen! Egotistical would
it be in us, were we to attempt to
describe a scene so fearfully grand.
To he appreciated it must be seen,
for language cannot describe it.
Raphael could produce no copy
that could equal the original. At
some mighty convulsion of nature,
the rocks seem to have been torn
loose and thrown upon the moun
tain’s sidc3, leaving an immense
chasm, apparently, one quarter of
a mile from side to side, and over
one thousand feet deep. On each
side of the mountain were cascades,
which were beautiful, as, leaping
from the heart of the mountain
which had been their birth place,
they swept down its rugged sides.
From our point of observation was
visible the “ Throne of Eolns.”
This is formed of layers ot‘ rock,
and mounting higher than any of
the surrounding points, brings to
mind tho description in ancient
mythology, of the throne of the
God of the Winds. No words can
express our feelings as we stood
upon the mountain side, our
thoughts being led step by step,
“ from Nature up to Nature’s
God,” until we were lost in admi
ration and wonder at His handi
work. There stood before us that
awful mountain ; we thought of the
thousand of years past it had been
standing there; of the thousands of
years it will remain fixed and im
mutable, its sturdy brow uplifted,
ready alike for winter's snow and
summer’s sun ; and as we stood
upon its dizzy height and gazed
upon the picturesque panorama
spread for miles around us, words
were too shallow to express our
real feelings, and we shuddered to
think of tho almighty power that
piled the mass so high toward
heaven, and sunk their sunless pil
lows so deep in earth.
Traveler.
—A teacher one day endeavoring to
make a pupil understand the nature
and application of a passive verb, said,
“A passive verb is expressive of the
nature of receiving an action, as, Peter
is beaten. Now, what did Peter do?”
The boy, pausing a moment; with the
gravest countenance imaginable,
replied: ‘‘Well, I don't know, without
lie hollered.”
MISCELLANEOUS.
Tin* Home of Tliomn .Idler
sou.
[Correspondence Cleveland Herald.]
Monticello, the once beautiful
hone of Jefferson, is situated on
the top of a mountain a few miles
from Charlottesville, and commands
the most extensive view T have ever
seen from a private house —on one
side one hundred arid fifty miles of
the Blue Ridge, on the other a
landscape so broad and far-stretch
ing that the eye can scarcely take
it in. The old mansion is large,
with wings, piazza, a dome and
some singular, half-underground
passages and offices on each side.—
It is empty and deserted now, save
by squatters, who “show the house
for a quarter.”
Nothing is left in the poor lonely
mansion save a mirror, the top of
tho horse-chair or gig in which
Jefferson drove around the grounds
during the last years of his life, the
old antique plaster moldings over
the doors, and the large square
clock in the hall,whose balls swung
down and marked the days of the
week, set in panels in tho wall.—
Tliere is a light ladder in the hall
which Jefferson made with his own
hands, and used for the purpose of
winding this clock, which is placed
high up over the front door, with a
dial on the outside of the house as
well as within. The bed-rooms are
all made with recesses in the old
French style, where the frame of
tho bed is built into the wall and
forms part of the woodwork of the
house. To Monticello, during the
owner’s life-time, came distinguish
ed visitors from all lands, among
them Lafayette. Jefferson was
then old and infirm, unable to walk,
hut lie was driven to the edge of
the plateau, where tho road begins
to descend, and there he waited for
Lafavetie’s carriage, which was
coming up the mountain. A num
ber of people had assembled to wit
ness the meeting. The two old
men were assisted from their car
riages and went to meet each other.
With the single word, “Jefferson!”
“Lafayette!” they clasped hands,
and all saw the tears in their eyes.
The view from Monticello resem
bles in many respects that from
Lookout mountain. A short dis
tance below the house is the burial
ground; here the author of tho De
claration of Independence lies at
rest, surrounded by his fatndy.—
But the gates have been broken
down, the horizontal slabs over the
graves of his wife and daughter are
gone, and the small obelisk to Jeff
erson himself is so defaced and'
broken that it is but a shapeless
block, where even the name can no
llonger be traced. Originally the
inscription was as follows: “Here
lies buried Thomas Jefferson, Au
thor of the Declaration of Independ
ence, of the Statute of Virginia for
Religious Freedom, and Father of
tho University of Virginia.” Tho
family burial ground had its origin
in a boyish promise. Jefferson and
his friend Dabney Carr, who after
ward married Jefferson’s sister,
were in the habit as boys of climb
ing up a particular tree on the side
hill, and sitting there together for
hours; they agreed to be buried un
der that tree, and exchanged a
promise that in case of death the
survivor should carry out the wish.
While Jefferson was in- France,
Dabney Carr died, but on his re
turn, finding that his friend had
been interred in another place, he
ordered the body exhumed, and
buried it under the hill side tree,
near which his own tomb also was |
afterward made. In these Cen
tennial days, would it not be well
for the nation to put in order this
little mountain burial place oL
Thomas Jefferson’
| 1 Glmsit in I lie Form of a
11a by.
(Reading Eagle.)
We have a something on tho
summit of Welsh Mountain, mid
way between Morgantown and
Waynesboro, and about one-fourth
of a mile in from the main road.—
For the past two weeks the cries of
a child could he heard by persons
passing along the road, and on
Sunday night last as Robert Gor
man, residing north of Downing
town, in company with another
gentleman and two ladies, were
passing this point, the cries be
came heartrending and they
thought someone was treating a
child shamefully. After walkings
short distance one of the ladies, a
Miss Ellie Barker, who resides
near Paoli, stopped suddenly and
told the party to look up near the
top of a large tree just in front of
them, and there was seen a baby
seated in a small basket, swinging
back and forth,with but faint cries.
The ladies became frightened at the
sight, and begged one of the gen
tlemen to try and get the child
down. The distance to the first
limb on the tree was some twenty
feet, and the gentleman found i‘
impossible to get up. While the
conversation was going on as to
how the child could be brought
down the child gave one scream,
and as if by magic the basket fell
half the distance to the ground,
causing the ladies to scream, and
the entire party to be more or less
frightened. In less time than it
takes to write this, the basket and
; its contents were hack in their
place again, the child crying all
the time. This movement struck
terror into the party. They
watched the movements of the
basket, and saw the baby plainly
for five minutes afterwards, and all
at once tho basket with its contents
disappeared. The ladies state
that the child was alive, for they
saw it plainly move when it fell
down towards them.
On Monday evening, a party
numbering some twenty, repaired
to the place, and all saw the same
thing. Mr. J. S. Peters, residing
south of Lancaster City, was one
of the party on Monday night, and
he says he saw the baby in the
basket, saw it move, and saw the
falling ar.d the disappearance.
The Pauper Ileail at Naples.
About two miles from the city, in a
large square place, enclosed by a high
wall, there are 3GG cistern shaped
vaults or pits, with an aperture on top
about three feet square. These cis
terns are some 20 or 25 feet deep, by
12 or 15 in diameter, with tho opening
covered by a heavy stone, and tightly
cemented. One of these is removed by
a portable lever every day in the year,
to receive the dead of that day, and
then dosed again for a year 1 They
begin to deposit the bodies about 0
o’clock in the evening, and end at 10.
When I got there about ten hr twelve
people had aheady been thrown in, and
were lying promiscuously, as they
chauced to fall, with head, body and
limbs in every possible attitude, across,
over and under each other. An old
priest, two or three attendants, and a
few idle spectators of the common sort,
were loitering about.
Shortly after iny arrival, a box was
brought containing the body of a child,
some four or five years old; its hand
held a hunch of flowers, and a rose
was in its mouth. The prist mumbled
a short prayer, sprinkled it with holy
water, and turned away; a man then
took the little fellow by tin neck and
heels and pitched him in as he would a
stick of wood; his head struck the curb
as it went in, and he fell whirling to
the bottom; seeing the flowers that fell
from his hand, he took them up and
threw them after it. In a few minutes
more a man was brought to the mouth
of thu pit; the priest again prayed and
sprinkled, the attendants took him up
by the head and legs, and down be
went also.
Then followed another elild like the
first, and I was about leaving the
eround, when a fourth subject entered.
The lid of the box was thrown back,
and it was the body of a young and
father handsome female. She was ap
parently about twenty, and died evi
dently from short illness. Her arms
and face were round and full, and she
appeared more asleep than dead. The
prayers and holy water were again in
requisition; the attendants took her
roughly up, and tossed her in. I im
mediately stepped to the mouth of the
vaul and looked down; her limbs, and
those of the dead below she had dis
turbed by her fall, were still in mo
tion. Her head was slowly turning,
and her hair, which was long, black
and luxuriant, was settling in thick
clusters across a very white and naked
body lying near her. For a moment
the whole horrid mass seemed instinct
with life, and crawling on the bottom
of its loathsome charnel-house. I had
seen enough; sick and disgusted I turn
ed nw.iy, and moralizing on the differ
ence between such an interment and a
peaceful one in our own beautiful
cemetery at Spring Grove, I mounted
my volauto aud returned to Naples,
meeting on my road some half-a-dozen
boxes, great and small, containing more
victims for that insatiable maw that
opens its mouth but once a year to be
gorged with its dreadful banquet.
The bodies thus interred are gener
ally from the Hospital, and the sight
can be witnessed by any one 365 times
a year. Before the pit is closed, quick
lime is thrown in, and nothing but
bones are left when it is again opened.
HIT AND HUMOR.
—lt doesn’t take long for a man
with a small mind to make it up.
—The only men who don’t get out
of patients in warm weather —the doc
tors.
- —•
—lu the statistical tables just issued
it is stated that “tall men live longer
than short ones'”
—
—“To bee or not to bee,” as the
man said when he got home and found
a swarm of ’em settled on his front
door-knob.
—“Have you ever broken a horse?”
inquired a horse-jockey. “No, not ex
actly,” replied Simon, “butl’ve broken
two or three wagons.”
—“There, that expjains where my
clothes line went to!” exclaimed a Yan
kee woman, as she found her husband
hanging in the barn.
C* O
—m •
A seedy-looking individual was
heard to say to a friend: “My dear
fellow, can’t you lend me. a black weskit
for a short time? My aunt Betsy died
a few days ago, aud I want to take a
short mourn.”
—i ♦ W*
A certain chemist’s shop keeps
periodicals for sale and one day a young
lady came in and asked for a paper for
a week back. The proprietor, who
has but little to do with this branch of
the business, thinking ouly of medicine,
gave her a plaster, and the poor girl
fainted.
—A learned Judge being once asked
how lie would act if a man owed him
ten pounds and refused to pay him.
replied: ‘-Rather than bring an action,
with its costs and uncertainty, I would
give him a receipt in full of all de
uiands —yea, and I would give him a
check for five pouuds to cover all pos
sible costs.”
— -
—“Why, doctor,” said a sick lady,
“you give me the same medicine that
you are giving my husband. Why i
chat?” “All right,” replied the doctor
“what is sauce for the goose is sauce
for the gander ”
—“Now. gentlemen,” said a nobl
man, to his guests, as the ladies hi
the “let us understand each oth
er —are we to drink like men, or like
brutes?” The guests, somewhat indig
nant, exclaimed: “Like men, of course.
“Then,” replied be, “we are going t
get jolly drunk, for brutes never drink
more than they want.”
Rowland Hill used to ride a great
deal, and by exercise preserved vigo: -
ous health. On one occasion, whci
asked by a medical friend what physi
cian and apothecary he employed, In
replied,—“My physician has alway
been a horse, and my apothecary a::
ass.”
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