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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 §t# jtfit* S3 04) n Year ill Advance. .J. It. E'AIIK, - - Proprietor. IV, M. WEAVER, - - Editor. Laws Itelaficm to Newspaper Subscriptions and 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 continue to send them until all arrear ages are paid. 3. If subscribers 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 “refusing to take periodicals from the office, or removing and leaving them uncalled for, is prima facie evidence of inten tional fraud.” 6. Any person who receives a newspaper and makes use of it,whether he has or dered it or not, is held in law to he a subscriber. 7. If subscribers pay in advance, they are bound to give notice to the publisher, at the end of their time, if they do noi 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 notice, with pay ment of all arrearages, is sent to flie publisher. 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.” NO. 35