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T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR.]
Vol. 11.
For tbe Gwinnett Herald.
Melancholy Reflections on
Hearing of the Heath of
Samuel Martin.
BY J. T. E.
If life itself is “but a span,”
And few the wants of mortal man,
Since Nutu e's calls are few ;
Man’s great concern—absorbing all—
When summoned to the final call,
“Am I prepared to go?”
The foetus, forming in the womb,
Is germinatiog for the toinb
As incident to all.
Emerging from its embryo state,
Life hangs suspended on the fate
Contracted by the Fall.
An inch of time some only have
Between the cradle and the grave,
\\ hile others have a span.
Death was the sentence made to all,
Entailed on Martin by the Fall—
three score years and ten.”
In “Nullification’s” darkest day,
Contending parties—in array—
Took sides as they thought best;
The politicians of Gwinnett,
At Lawrenceville, then often met—
Friend Martin with the rest.
Old Hosea Camp once took the Chair;
Hutchins and Parks were speakers there,
And Winn—who all are dead—
Old Samuel Martin well sustained
The principles he then maintained—
And Henry Monger led.
I heard their speeches and rejoined,
In language of the Union kind—
Which Monger did assail
With Audrew Jackson to devise,
And Henry Clay to compromise—
The Union s'ill prevailed.
Ah! when I let my mind recur.
And backward cast for two score years—
From thirty two to date ;
And then—-as in advance—to scan,
When two score more have come and
•goue—
Who can those truths relate.
Of that vast crowd of Thirty-two
Those who survive are but a few—
Time cannot be restored ;
When two score more shall have elapsed,
Not one to tell the tale perhaps—
Not matter of record.
All these familliar things which are
Will all be as the things that were—
As in the days of yore.
Live long or short, each has his day,
Like Martin, each will pass away—
Like time, shall be no moie.
The debt, by nature due, is paid,
\\ hv should we longer mourn the dead
Who die with sins forgiven ?
i We trust an evidence of this,
j With ad his hopes of future bliss,
Is now complete in Heaven.
I Yicoky's Creek, Ga.
From the St. Loui3 Republican.
Gain on’s “Gife of Lincoln.”
Ward H. Latnon, formerly United
States Marshal for the District of
Columbia, and a son in law of Judge
Stephen T. Logan, an eminent law
yer of Springfield, Ills., has presented
the public, with a ponderous volume
of five hundred and fifty pages enti
tied the “Life of Arabam Lincoln,
from his Birth to his Inauguration as
President.” Fit is book will be very
generally read, acknowledged to be
a valuable contribution to our knowl
edge of an eminent man, and at the
same cordially condemned by a large
proportion of intelligent people who
are fortunate or unfortunate enough
to possess a keen sense of the propri
eties. Tiutb is a good thing, but it
is possible to get too much of it, and
there are some circumstances where
‘ ignorance is bliss,” and it is the stt
premest folly to be wise. Mr. Latnon,
however, does not comprehend this
fact, and has .acted on the principle
that nothing should be suppressed
which could throw an atom of light
or shade on the subject which he dis
cusses. A warm personal friend of
Mr. Lincoln, bound to him by ties of
gratitude as well as of politics, and
anxious apparently to make as fine a
specimen of thedemi-god as the ma
terial will permit, he has yet given
us as ruthless and unsavory post
mortem examination as can be found
in the whole range of biographical
literature. Were it possible for the
illustrious dead to escape from the
pondrous tomb at Oak Ridge, and
revisit for a brief season the scene of
his toils, trials, and triumphs, wo
think tho first business transacted
during the interval of resurrection
would be a sound kicking adminis
tered to the enterprising gentieraau
who has written his life.
Tho provocation for this kicking
commences in the earliest pages of
the book, and, with a few insignifi
cant exceptions, continues through
out the whole work. We are told,
what might just as well have remain
ed untold, that “there exists no evi
dence of the marriage of Thomas
Lincoln and Nancy llank% (the pa
rents of the President) but that of
mutual acknowledgement and corn-
Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, July 31, 1872.
bination;” that while Thomas Lin
coln’s second marriage is perfectly
recorded and verified by the minis
ter’s license, no fragment of docu
mentary proof can be discovered to
establish the validity of the first.
Furthermore, it is stated that Mr.
Lincoln seldom or never alluded to
his mother; seemed to have an in
stinctive dread of reviving her mem
ory in any way, and allowed her
grave to remain in the condition it
now is—covered with weeds and bri
ars, and consigned to contemptuous
neglect. Yet be tenderly loved bis
step-mother, paid her the highest
respect, and was always ready to
make her the theme of enthusiastic
j praise. In short, Mr. Lamon’s narra
live does much to confirm, and noth-
I ing to remove, the reports which
' have been in circulation in Kentucky
I and elsewhere for many years past.
| Judicious silence would have been
| highly appropriate in such a delicate
matter a 3 this.
But when love affairs are brought
under discussion, our biographer be
comes even more garrulous and in
discreet. There is no doubt that the
first and only real love which Mr.
Lincoln ever 'cherished was for Ann
Rutledge, a modest, attractive girl of
West Salem, whose stange, sad story
was originally circulated in William
11. Ilernd on’s somewhat notorious
lecture. When poor Ann, tired of
waiting for MoNamar, her first love,
and hardly willing to marry her sec
ond, Lincoln, solved the embarrassing
difficulty by going beneath the dai
sies, this second lover actually took
leave of his senses, and bad to be
carried away to a cabin in the woods
in order to recover bis mental equili
brium. Yet within a year after an
event which plunged him into a
profound grief that was never wholly
obliterated, lie paid Lis addresses to
Miss Owens, and apparently was ex
ceedingly anxious to marry her. The
lady rejected him promptly, and be
then writes a letter to M;s. O. 11.
Browning, of Quincy, Illinois, carica
turing bis inamorata in the most out
rageous manner, and expressing bis
views of' the intended alliance in
terms seldom employed by gentlemen
Not long after Miss Owens bad dis
pen ed with his sei viceS, Mr. Lincoln
again passed under Cupid’s yoke and
laid his slightly battered heart at the
teet of Miss Mary Todd. Latnon to
the contrary notwithstanding, his
affection for the person who was
destined to bo his future wife appears
genuine—at least at the beginning—
and he unquestionably felt, as bis
friends did, that he was making a
brilliant match. But, while the en
gagement was pending, Miss Matilda
Edwards, a daughter of lion, Cyrus
Edwards of Alton, Illinois, — not a
sister of Ninian Edwards, as Latnon
has it—came to Springfield and
spread havoc among the susceptible
cavaliers of the capital. Stephen A.
Douglas and Joshua F. Speed both
courted her and were refused, and
Lincoln became so desperately enam
ored that his friend Speed was oblig
ed to take him to Kentucky, where
he got rid of another attack of in
sanity almost as desperate as the
Rutledge lunacy. He never told his
love to Miss Edwards and she after
wards married the late N. I).—not
Schuyler—Strong, a lawyer well
known in St. Louis. When Lincoln
returned from his sanitary expedition,
he was undecided whether to espouse
Miss Todd or allow that lady to
choose a more congenial partner;
but after breaking and mending tho
engagement once or twice, he went
one afternoon in November, 1842, to
a Mr. Matheny of Springfield, and
remarked to him, “Jim, I shall have
to marry that girl!”—and “marry
that girl” he did the same evening.
Both husband and wife repented of
the ill starred nuptials at their leisure.
The biography deals as freely with
Mr. Liucolu’s religious views as with
his amatory exploits, and furnishes
sufficient testimony to put him far
beyond the pale of what is commonly
caffed “orthodoxy.” In his early
manhood he read Volney’s “Ruins”
and Paine’s “Age of Reason,” ab«
sorbed their arguments, and was ac
customed to retail them out when
ever a select audience could be gath
ered. He wrote a book in defense
of infidelity, which fortunately did
not find its way into print, and when
political ambitiou took bold of him,
he was shrewd enough to drop a
subject so damaging to his popular
ity. But he never changed his prin
ciples, though they may have been
slightly modified. Herndon says em
phatically, “He was ar. infidel—a
iheist. He did not believe that Je
sus was God, nor the son of Go! ;
he was a fatalist and denied the free
dom of the will. He told me a thou
sand times that he did not believe
the Bible was the revelation of God,
“COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE!”
as the Christian world contends.
The points that Mr. Lincoln tried to
demonstrate in bis work were ; First,
that the Bible was not God’s revela
tion ; and second, that Jesus was not
the Son of God. Pages of similar
statements are given, and thanks to
Lamon, the theological status of the
late President is thoroughly settled.
The political career ot Mr. Lincoln
is also presented in a new dress, and
must astonish those who have here
tofore believed him the embodiment
of honesty, modesty, and unselfish
ness. Houest he was, probably, as
far as a professional politician can be;
but a more ambitious, more cunning
more thoroughly selfish political
leader never flourished in this coun
try—if we are to trust his biogra
pher. An anti slavery man from
conviction, he did not dare avow his
principles until popular opinion began
to set in that direction, and then
went forward cautiously and anxious
ly, feaiing all the while lest he
lose his chances of advancement.—
Not a particle of the martyr was
there iu his composition ; he loved
Rome much, but Caesar infinitely
more. “He did nothing,” says La
mon, “out of mere gratitude, and
forgot the devotion of bis warmest
partisans as soon as the occasion for
their services had passed. What
they did for him was quietly appro
priated as the reward of superior
merit, calling for no return in kind
lie never wasted his power to ad
vance a friend.” Not a very flatter
ing picture this, of “the second
Washington,”—yet its truth is as
firmed by a multitude of witnesses.
The moral of Mr. Lamon’s book
may be summed up in tlie fatnilliar
proverb—“No man is a hero to bis
valet; no woman an angel to her
maid.” Whatever dignity and gran
deur there may have been dinging
to Lincoln’s garments, is effectually
removed in these curious chapters ;
the idol is no longer either bronze or
marble, but rather common day, and
in some places badly smirched. The
author of the emancipation proc.la
mation lias contributed much to the
historv of the nation, and secured for
himself a liberal share of immortali
ty ; but in those graces which adorn
manhood, in those instincts which
constitute true nobility of character,
in those qualities which challenge the
admiration and deserve the imitation
of mankind, he was, for the most
part, miserably deficient. ITow deli
dent, we should not have known had
not Mr. Ward 11. Lamon written his
life.
A yankee calling himself “Sam
Hopeful,” who lias written some
good things, tells right out in “meet
in” why he never married after three
attempts. He says :
“I once courted a gal by the name
of Deb Hawkins. I made up my
mind to get married. Well, while
we were going to the deacon’s I stept
into a mud puddle and spattered tho
mud over Deb’s new gown made out
of her grandmother’s old chintz pet
ticoat. When we got to the deacon’s
he asked Deb if she would take me
for her lawful wedded husband.—
“No 1” says she. “Reason,” says I.
“Why,” says she, “I have taken a
misliken to you.”
Well, it was all up then, but I gave
her a string of beads, a few kisses
and some other notions, and made it
all up with her. So we went up to
the deacon’s a second time. I was
bound to get even with her this time,
so when the deacon asked me if I
would take her for my wedded wife 1
says, “No, I should do no such a
thing.” ‘1 Why,’ says Deb, “what on
the airth is the matter now ?”
“Why,” says I, “I have taken a mis
liken to you.”
Well.it was all over with mo again,
but I gave her a new apron aud a
few other trinkets, and we went up
again to get married. We expected
that we would be tied so fast that ail
natur couldn’t separate us; but when
wo asked the deacon if ho would
marry us he said, “No I shan’t do no
such a thing.” "Why, what on tho
airth is the reason 1” says we. “ Why,”
says ho, “I’ve taken a misliken to
both of you.”
Deb burst out crying, the deacon
burst out scolding, and I burst out
laughing, and such a set ot busters
you never did see ; and that is the
reason I never got married.
My chance has gone.
A sweet “gitl graduate” ot a Mas
sachusetts school recently told an
examiner that “Esop was the au'hor
of the Latin fables, covered with
hair, and sold his birthright for a
mess of potash.”
“No cows, no ciearn,’ was the way (
an intelligent compositor set up the
words, “No cross, bo down ,
Thurman’s Letter.
The following is th letter of Sena
tor Thurman to a gentleman of (),
a brief synopsys of which was fur
nished a few days ago by telegraph c
W ashinqton , July 12.
My Dear Sir : I assure you that
it is not from want of respect that I
liave not written to you sooner.—
Yout letter ot May 18 was duly re
ceived, but as you did not ask fur a
reply I thought that you would not
feel butt at my silence. I should
have written to you, howevef, but for
the following considerations ; 1 have
been of the opinion for more than a
year that to give us any chance for
success in tho election next fall the
movement indicating the policy and
the man must eotne from the people
and not horn the politicians, and es
pecially that the Democratic mem
bers of Congress should abstain from
entering into any coalitions, and
bom everyting that might look like
dictating the course of the party.
And this was the view very generally
taken by the members. Individually,
I preferred fighting under tho Demo
cratic banner, with a straight Demo
craiio ticket ; but I could not shut
my eyes lo the fact that n great ma
ny good Democrats were of a differ
ent opinion. And lo me it seemed
clear that any course that did not
emanate from the masses of the par
ty, would surely fail. Acting on this
ptinciple I have not answered a sin
gle one of the many letters that I
have received upon the subject. Not
that I was unwilling to express my
opinions, or to take my share of the
responsibility; but because, occupy
ing the position I do, l thought 'it
the part of wisdom and patriotism
not to interfere with the formation
of an opinion by the people—the
only opinion that could he safely
followed by the opponents of the
Radical party. I condemn no man
who took a different view of bis
duty, but I think that time and
events have shown that mine was
correct. The nomination of Greeley
and Brown hv the Baltimore Conven
tion was the woik of the people.
The politicians had very little or
nothing to do with it. It was a tidal
wave that swallowed up everything
in its u*y. 1 lie true explanation of
iL is that the people mean to have a
change of Administration; and they
will not let pride or prejudice stand
in the way of success. Not that the
Democratic party abandons its prin
ciples; for it does nothing of the
soit. On the contrary —alleging as
it truly does that the course of the
Radical leaders in the White House
and iri Congress threatens to destroy
all constitutional and democratic gov
ernment —it is bound bv its pricipies
to seek tho overthrow or those lead
ers And it it cannot overthrow
them in precisely the mode it would
prefer it is but common sense to take
the next best mode. Therefore, al
though I would have been better
pleased had our party unanimously
resolved to make a straight Demo
cratic fight, I am now (since the par
ty has so willed it, and believing that
the welfare and liberty of the coun
try require the defeat of the present
Administration) firmly resolved to
work with earnestness and zeal for
the election of Greeley and Brown.
What else can a Democrat do who
believes what lie lias been saying for
years, that the continuance in powet
of Grant and the Radical majority
in Congross would endanger tho very
existence of Constitutional Govern
ment? What if Greeley has oppos
ed the Democratic party —is it not
better to elect a man who has frankly
and openly opposed us in times past,
hut who now, in many things, agrees
with us, than to help to elect a rene
gade Democrat like Grant, who was
once with us, hut is now opposed to
us in everything? We have to
choose between these two men, or
throw away our franchise by refusing
to vote. But who is there willing
to throw bis franchise away ? Who
is there who places so little value
upon it that he will not exercise it ?
Who is there ready to acknowledge
that he is so weak that he cannot
make up his mind, and therefore will
not vote at all ? I trust that no'
Democrat will be found in any such
category. Lot every man who hesi
tates reflect that any change of ad
ministration is likely to be for the
better, and that certainly it cannot
be for the worse.
I am your friend truly,
A. G. Thurman.
A gentleman who had missed his
umbrella for some time, a day or two
ago found in a conspicuous place on
Ins premises with the following in
scription pinned upon it: “This um
brella lias prayed on my konshens ever
sin I stole bun.”
[I” A YEAR, IN ADVANCE!.
The Railroad Hog.
j “This seat is taken, sir.” All of
the Commercial readers who have
traveled to any considerable extent
are fainilliar with this formula.—
It tells the story of the railroad hog
—the small-souled mean, selfish brute
who pays grudgingly sot one seat and
' strains his small wit to hold two.
This particular hog wore a plug hat
shiny with the genuine Boston gloss,
an enameled shirt and closely cropped
j iron gray beard. I know his kind,
he is an eminently respectable beast
who always pays his debts promptly,
takes an interest in Sunday Schools,
administrates Ins deceased brothot’s
children out of their patrimony, is
tho president of joint stock eompa
nies and has biographical eulogies
published in the newspapers when he
finally kicks the bucket. 1 knew the
hog lied when ho said “this seal is
taken, sir,” and watched him to see
how many times he would reproduce
the falsehood. The coach was rather
full, and, would you believe it, that
miserable hog told sixteen separate
and distinct lies in order to gratify
lus mean selfishness—enough to have
sunk a healthier soul to perdition,
lie varied the formula; one tiir.o it
was a wave of the hand and a look
to the rear of the car to indicate
that the holder of the seat had gone
for a drink of water and would be
back soon. Another time, to the
inquiry of a mild-mannered timid
questioner, he replied by a stolid
stare, and then, spreading himself a
little wider, he resumed the perusal
of his newspaper. I was tempted to
crawl up behind him and whisper
into his ear, “You are an awful liar.”
But I had my revenge. A big, red
faced two-hundred pounder, in a
dirty linen coat, came in at the way
station, lie was sweaty to a fearful
deg'oe. His feet smelt like Valeria
mile of ammonia aud rotton fish, and
his bieath was a hot, stinking siroc
co, based on bad whisky and onions
This tirey and fragrant behemoth
preferred to settle himself in the seat
that was taken. “This seat is”
began the hog. “Well, I guess I’ll
take it till tbo other fellow comes,"
returned the sweet smelling heavy
weight, and down ho plumped, par
tially crushing the hog in his descent.
The latter frowned and began to
bluster, but the red faced ruffian soon
took that out of him with a threat to
swallow him whole—to chaw him up
and spit him out —to pitch him out
of the window—to go through him
like a dose of salts, and to make va
rious other dispositions of him in case
he didn’t simmer down. Our por
cine friend simmered, and then tire
barbarian grew good-humored. He
told funny anecdotes, and poked the
hog in the ribs, lie wanted to know
w here lie come from and where lie
was going. lie spat quarts of tobac
co juice across him out of the win
dow, spattering his shirt front, be
tween his boots, on his valise and all
around him. He offered him a
“chaw” every time be took out his
plug of navy. The hog perspired
freely, and shivered with disgust.
Finally he crawled out and stood up
for forty miles, until another seat
was vacated.— Oeo. C. Harding in
the Cincinnati Commercial.
- a —-
The following is an editorial per
sonal from the Now York Star : “If
the young female in a blue tarleton
overskirt with violet corsage, and
black hair done up a la Frizelte, who
sat in a box at Thomas, last night
has as bad a cold to-night as she had
then, and goes to the same place,
will kindly carry a large pocket Laud
kerchief with her, and use it, she will
oblige an admirer. Snuffles may do
for babies and sucklings, hut they’re
played out in old girls.”
- —-«•••*■ —
A people may be known by its
advertisements. In Pueblo, Califor
nia, the prevailing amusement on
Sunday afternoons is a “chicken dis
pute.” In a recent number of tbe
Colorado Chieftain the following an
rounceraent was inserted among the
“business notices
“Money loaned in moderale
amounts on short time. Pre emptors
tliusly accommodated. Office near
where Sam Uin’s game rooster got
killed. R. K. Swikt <fe Co.
m • m • m*
A young lady who bad been great
ly annoyed by a lot of young simple
tons who stop under her window at
night to sing, “If Ever I Cease to
Love,” wishes us to say that if they
will cease their foolishness, come in,
and talk “business,” they will confer
a favor.
Here is another: A merchant ad
vertised for a clerk “who could bear
confinement,” and receivod an answer
from one who had been seven years
in jail.
No. 20.
deformities.
.Some time ago a gentleman seeing
a most extraordinary mass of deform
ity wriggling about in the streets of
London, accosted it and asked it how
it managed to get a living. “Why,
sir, I gets run over by the carriages
ot the nobility and gentry, and they
gives me compensation aud I does
pretty well.”
Recent experiences go to prove
that a less hazardous course is now
adopted, with the end and aim of
obtaining the valuable stock in trade
of a deformed figure. In an old
house, situated in a secluded alley of
Uigbgate, a northern stiberbof Lon
don, the police are reported to have
discovered an establishment for which
the fainilliar “mangling done here”
would be the most appropriate play
card.
“Messrs. Widis, Baton & Co.” —
they adopt this style—Lave been
here n, lively carrying on business as
rnanglers and sham malady makers.
I’ersons brought their children of
tender years to have their legs twist
ed and lie it hoiiis otherwise dealt
with in the manner mostliktly to
“diaw” from the pockets of the be
nevolent. The tariff varied particu
larly as to ago. Thus, a child under
a year old could have its lit Lie, soft,
malleable leg twisted tot the moder
ale sum of seven dollars—while ten
dollars was the charge for one six
months older, and so on, l>v a gradu
ated scale. Oilier injuries were charg
ed for pro rata , but a child of lender
years could be twisted in a manner
satisfactory to the most greedy of
gain for thirty dollars— exclusive of
charge lor board. What arrange
ments were made when the child
died duting the process which was to
make it so lucrative, is not stated,
but no doubt they were of an equally
satisfactory character. The other
branch of the company’s benevolent
operations was the fitting out of adult
persons to gain their living for tbe
day with sores, deformitie«, blindness,
and where ladies were concerned,
putting them into an apparently “in
teresting state ” The existence of
this most ingenious trade is surely
another marvelous proof of nineteenth
century progress. Athens and Home,
even in their palmiest days, could not
have produced its like. But perhaps
Mr. Sumner’s extensive reading could
set us light on this point.— N. Y.
Times.
Rates of advertising.
si-ace J 3 mo’s. 6 mo’s. 12 mo’s.
1.-qiare a> ~nsr ?~6 (JO 10 00
‘Jsqrs G 0(1 10 (JO J 5 oO
3 sqr’s 800 14 OO 20 (,(>
H col. 12 00 20 001 30 0O
h col. 20 00 35 00 j GO 00
one col. 40 00 75 00 | tOc (m
The money for advertisements isTtlue
on the first insertion.
A square is the space of one inch in
depth of the column, irrespective of the
number of lines.
Marriages uml deaths, not exceeding
six lines, published Iree. For a man ad
vertising his wife, and all other personal
matter, double rates will be charged.
A member of tlie Arkansas Legis
isiature who goes for economy in
public expenditure, in speaking of an
extravagant appropriation, indignant
ly exclaimed : “Gentlemen, yon talk
about ‘adc.plate compensation of pub
lic servants!’ Why, sir, during the
late war I was in thirty seven battles,
was wounded thirteen times in the
cau<o of the b'outh, and the only pay
I received was thirty dollars in Con
federate money, eveiy cent of which
l gave for one glass of old whisky !’’
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The modern woman when she has
a nail to drive doesn’t wait for her
husband to come home. She catch
es hold of the nail as she would the
hair of a recreant son, swings the
hammer over her bead and plunges
downward. Then she ties up her
lingers as well as she can, puts on her
Ixist bonnet, and goes light over to
her mother’s for a good cry, and some
tea.
A gentleman in the vicinity of
Philadelphia recently lost his wife,
and a young miss of six. who came
to the funeral, said to his li: tie daugh
ter of about the same age : * Your pa
will marry again, won’t he?” “Oh
ye*!’* was the reply ; “but not until
after the funeral.”
m
A lady teacher was endeavoring to
impress upmi her pupils the terrible
effect of the punishment of Nebu
chadnezzar, saying :
“Seven Tears he ate grass like a
cow.;-
When a boy asked :
“Did lie give milk ?”
•< 0m i
A merchant put an advertisement
in a paper, “Boy wanted.” Next
morning he found a bandbox with an
infant in it on bis doorstep, with this
inscription, “Ilow will this one an
swer ?”
A gentleman advertise for a wife
and received answers from eighteen
hundred and ninety seven husbands,
saying he could havetheirß. This is
given as an illustration of the value
of advertising.
A California obituary : “The He
eeasod was a talented man of roman
tic nature, lie placed tbe butt of his
gun in the fire, while be looked down
the muzzle and depaited hence spon
tintaneouilv."