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Captain Jack of the Lava Beds.
I’m Captain Jack of the Lava Beds
I'm "cock o’ the walk,” and chief o’ the Reds (
I kin "lift the L*r" and scalp the heads
Of the whole United States army.
When I go our my squaw she cries,
My squaw she cries,
My squaw she cries,
When I go out my squaw she cries,
You’d better look out for the army !*
fO, yes 1 ladies and gentlemen, I’m the
original Captain Jack, of the Modoc braves
big Ingiu me —white man he make he too
much bombshell and telegraphy dispatch
hut he no survey de lava bed. White man
he play ‘ high low,” but he no ci tehee dis
Jack, for—
I’m Captin Jack of de Modoc braves,
And cock o’ the walk to the lava caves,
When 1 catches ’em out, their heads I shave—
The heads of the braves of the army !
When I stand up the pickets they stare
The pickets they stare,
The pickets they stare,
When l stand up the pickets they stare,
And then run back to the army 1
fOh, yes! Ladies and gentlemen, big
medicine man Killem, he going to eat up
Modoc chiefs atone square meal, b'/. he
make he too muchee fight at San Fra. cisco
telegraph man, and shoot bomb shell at
Modoc squaw and scalp only dead Ingim
Charley. Ugh! Captain Jack, he bailee
boy with glass eyes* Captain Killem he
played ou' on dis lir.e—all summer time.]
ADDRESS
OF MR. R. 0. LOVETT,
AT THE FLORAL DECORA TIOX, APRIL 26,’73.
Judies of the Memorial Association
The duty which your flattering selec
tion has to day imposed upon me is
pleasing and saddling too. That you
could have found others more competent
toils discharge, I readily admit—but |
none who holds iu higher esteem the (
cause foi which these sleep their last
sleep—or a spirit more in harmony with
that which prompts you to commemorate
i:t this most touching manner,their noble
struggle and their deathless death.
This memorial day as often as it shall
return, will awaken griefs that was once
poignant and hard to bear ; but they
are wounds which in their bleeding
afresh will be for the healing of the na
tions—yep, God’s best blessings come
in"sorrow to men; and in war’s, come to
nations. The mother, as year after year
she comes to deck these graves, will feel
the loss of that boy, whose gladsome
face, and manly love, will brighten her
homo no more. ' She will live again the j
moment, when with fond hope and fear
she committed him to the destiny of
war, bidding him with more than' Spar
tan heroism, be true to the land of his
’ . I
birth ; she will remember the crushing
sorrow that darkend her life, when a
niODg the casualities of battle,she found
his Dame among the missijg. That
while loving ones come with tributes
to the memory ot the dead, no kind
hand shall bring even *the token of a
flower. Upon the lonely slopes of Vir
ginia’s mountains he rests with only her
wintry winds to sing their ceasless re
quim oyer his ashes.
The orphanage of this land, if I may
borrow the fiendish language of fanati
cism, may read in their own rags, and
in the suffering faces of their loving
mother, the bitter fault which awaits a
pepolo in an unsuccessful struggle for
J7ght. Sad must be the thought thatevery
tear you have shed for the loved and
lost,falls too upon the bier of a nation’s
departed liberty, that the flowers which
in their fragrance represent the holy in
cense of the hearts that offer them, and
symbolize in their brightness, the hopes
that were born in the struggle, alas!
alo, typify in their early decay the ev
anescent success which a while shown
on Southern arms; how these thoughts
ought to appeal to our heart, and make
of us what it is the design of yourasso.
ciation to do, fellow countrymen bound
together by the strongest of all ties,
that of common sorrow and a common
destiny. We are embarked on the same
perilous course, and they who forget-
lie tips if nr.
BY FROST, LAWSON, CORKER cfc OR AY.
VOL. 111. (
ting their country and her claims upon
them, and who would “with bated
breath and whispering humbleness,”
stain her fair fame, for the loaves and
fishes of office, ought to remember that
there is nothing singular of calamity
which may happen to this land in which
they arc not involved,they may ride to
places of wealth and power,uponthe flood
tide of corruption,they may,like vampires
fatten upon the miseries of their op
pressed countrymen, but there will bn
a day when they shall call upon the
mountains to hide them from the shame
that shall come upon them; their chil
dren shall curse the fate that gave them
such a parentage. Console not your
selves with the reflection that you arc ,
too insignificant to be notied. The evil j
that men do lives after them, and though !
history may contemn you as beneath |
her notice, neighborhood tradition ;
shall gather your names, as it did your
tory ancestry, and give them an immor
tality of infamy. Forget not the past —
around it clusters memories of which
the Southern heart may justly be proud,
upon it centre the hopes that illumine
the darkness that now environs us—the
past, it is poteut a charm for good, and
statesmen and poets have ever sought
to hallow in the minds of their country
men. Virgil in the Augustan age of
Rome’s greatuess reminds his people of
what it took to found their state; he
tells them how a goddess left the skies,
went to the ruins of “burning Troy, to
kiss once her favorite Aeneas; how she
encompassed him with the perils of the
deep, and the not less dangerous wiles
of Egyptian beauty; but neither the
devouring billows nor loves alluring |
blandishment, could thwart her purpo
ses. Having landed him safe upon the
shores of Latium, she retires to Olym
pus, demanding that he dedicate that
land to her, and promising that so long
as he should recognize her its tutelary
divinity, so long would she keep watch
and ward over the eternal city.
We may not boast of fabulous origin,
our forefathers were only men ; but
men inbued with an hatred of systems
of tyrrany, under which mankind then
groaned. They sought here in the
heaven favored land an asylum, and
freed themselves from the mother
country ; they came with hearts full of
good to man, and dedicated this fair
land to the Goddess of Liberty. Well
pleased, she gave them the constitution,
assuring them that by an observance of
its provisions, they might more surely
guide their state, than if Delphi's ora
cles had directed their actions. To
maintain that constitution, to trans
mit it unimpaired to those that are to
come after us, to prevent anticipated
wrong, did the south appeal to the stern
arbitratment of war—for this, have
these lives been offered a holocaust upon
their country’s, for that sacrifice, have
you my fair country-women, come to
day to show your praise and gratitude;
may the custom live as long as spring
shall come to bless the world with its
brightness and its flowers. The Athc- ;
nians voted a crown to him who had |
served the state; the Roman General, j
returning victorious, found a glad pro-j
cession of rejoicing countrymen to wel
come him back, and a triumphal arch,
where he might read emblasoned tho
record of his own great achievements.
Napoleon brought the trophiod cannous
of his campaigns to Franco and with
the highest skill of Parisian art, he
erected a beautiful column, which
might forever chronicle his greatness
and the prowess of French arms. Eng
! land too has given to the ashos of her
good and groat, a tahleted sepulche in
the walls of Westminster. We have uo
power to vote a crown, no triumphal
arch, no column vendome; these hum
ble head-boards alone attest that
owner work that they are not. We have
no abbey walls whereon to carve names
that have rendered the South illustri
ous; to give to all who are deserving of
a place with a CocurdoLeon or Nelson,
“S ALUS POPITLI SUPREM A LEX EST O. ”
WAYNESBORO’, GA., THURSDAY, MAY 8, 1873.
would require walls as high as the sides
of the Blue Ridge. Though wo have
not these, I trust we have in the grate
ful hearts of living countrymen,a monu
meut more enduring than granite arch,
or brazen column, and if tho dead are
indeed conscious of tho things of time,
sweeter will it bo to them to be thus
remembered. •
Marble will crumble, time’s corroding
baud will efface tho slump even from
bronze; but a duty instilled upon tho
mind of tho young, by tho example of
those they are bound to love will gather
interest,aye a sanctity with every roll
ing year. Rest then, ye gallant dead,
your reputation is committed to those
who will not willingly let it die.
Silenced hearts that are heedless to praise
murmur o’er ye,
Blind eyes that are dark to your own death
less glory.
Sleep in peace, sleep in memory ever,
Wrapt each soul in the deeds of its death
less endeavor.
Sleep on till the grateful trump shall be
sounded through the world,
Till the stars be recalled, and the finnanent
Unfurled—
In the dawn of a daylight undying.
Philosophy tells us that nothing good
is lost. That those worlds, which to
nearer lookers-on, seem to go out in
one burst of light shall shine across the
boundless circuit of space for hundreds
of years, cheering other worlds with
their light; so it is with the noble ac
tions of men. they die not. Fate may
deny to a people their cherished object.
Their assumed sins may be visited up
on their children. Confederacy
may have gone down :n darkness and
blood, but from the uncoffiued dust of
her hero dead there shall arise an influ
ence like an exhalation, when pene
trating the sluggish current of people’s
honor, shall stir them against deeds
worthy of these their examples.
Persian mythology gives to each man
a protecting spirit to go with him
through life, to take after life to the
regions of the blest—and as I gaze up
on this spectacle, I can well believe that,
the untutored savage might find a spirit
which in life assumes tho form of a fond
mother, a devoted wife, a brave noble
♦
hearted sister, to solace him in sorrow,
to cheer in adversity, and to warn in
the hour of dishonor, and when the
day scenes of time shall have closed in
upou us, there will await him upon the
other shore her counterpart, to walk
forever his companion and guide in the
sunny lands of Elysium. To the women
of the South is committed your country’s
history, her future under your plastic
hands may be what you will it. Oh,
teach the young by the esteem, and rev
erence you have over the memory of
her worthy dead,by your disapproval of
the dishonoring and dishonored, that
there is for those who nobly die in de
fense of an honest purpose, a glory that
shall gild their sepulchres andenbalm
their names to latest posterity. We
have illustrious dead, wo have the lion--
ored living, whose souls are not measured
by the low standard of self agrandize
ment, but, whose uncorrupted and in
corruptible integrity stands sentinel
over their people’s honor. We have
Jenkins, Gordon, and men like them,
and my heart beats with Georgian pride
to claim them. Men whose names
shall go sounding down times endless,
amid waking echoes of praise from
friends and foes. Let us strive to em
ulate them; and oh, spirit of the pa
triot, hover over the hearts of this people,
and let them as together, they gather
around those graves, feel that this is
indeed our country.
Here we were born, aud here must rest our
clay,
When joy, and hope, and life have passed
away.
Our country, good or bad, there’s not a
part— •
Distant or near, a stranger to our heart.
Much ht.ve we loved it in the glorious past;
Our lingering breath shall bless it to the
last.
Though sunk its sun, though all its stars be
set;
And storm and darkness teign, we love it
yet.
With humbled oul, with suppliant eye and
hand;
We ask God’s mercies on this .southern
land.
TWO DOLLARS A YEAR, IN ADVANCE.
LETTER FROM EUROPE.
From tho enterprising Atlauta Con
stitution wc tako the following interest
ing letter:
The streets of London impressed me
favorably from tho start. They are not
as narrow, crooked or unclean as my
fancy had painted them. True, the yel
low, sooty fog, that rise from tho my
riad fires of soft coal, iuks the hollows
of the noble fronts, and thoroughly and
ludicrously blackens the windward side
of lofty columns and cornices; but still
the general appearance is brighter than,
than—Pittsburg, Plainness and solidi
ty mark every part of it—all for use,
and nothing for beauty. A dingier pile
than Buckingham Palace it would bo
difficult to find; and this very peculi
arity of plainnesß and avoidance of
meretricious ornament characterizes the
whole city, even the newer parts of
West-End. And yet the light color
of the bricks—nearer white than red—
and #e use of stucco and light stono
fronts in the fashionable quarter, givo
the whole a pleasanter look than the
fog-yarns had led me to expect
London lias no Broadway—no con
centration of the showy and splendid in
one street, no pasteboard marble fronts
or flimsiness of any kind. There are
twenty and for aught I know one hun
dred widely separated streets that bear
a surging flood of people and traffic as
great as that iu Broadway. And thD
fact, more than other, teaches the
immensity of London. The constant tide
is as heavy in Regent street as about
London Bridge, in the Strand as in
White Chapel. If one wants to lose
all sclf-conceit, let him wander for a
month, unknowing aud unknown about
the crushing, terribly real city. It
would tako more than a month of life
in a sequestered hamlet to rebuild the
edifice of personal importance that the
sea of metropolitan existence had ab
sorbed.
CUEAI’SIDE.
and the short street, • ailed the Poultry
tint connects Uoruhill and yiieapside,
are par excellence the busy streets of
London. They are paved with the
smooth, noiseless aspbaltum, qjer which
tho ceaseless traffic walks in four dis
tinct lines, all the way from the Bank
to St. Paul’s Cathedral at the west end
of the crowded row of jewelers’ and
other retailers’ shops. A cool survey
of its characteristics from the top of a
’bus was one of my frequent occupations.
About half-way is Bow Church, within
the sound of whose bolls the real cock
ney must be born.
From St. Paul’s, there are two main
lines following the direction of the river,
to the West-End; aud along and near
these lie the London that most travelers
see. They make short excursions else
where, but the weight of their work is
the City and West-Endj and the avenues
thatconnect them. With the flood that
flows though Newgato steet, over the
new viaduct that spans Holborn valley,
aud out by High Holborn and Oxford
street to the marble Arch and northerly
side of Hyde Park, we shall not have
much to do; but many times a day I had
to traverse some part of the parallel and
doubly historic line that winds around
St. Paul’s churchyard into Ludgate-hill,
Fleet street, aud uuler Temple Bar to
THE STRAND.
We cannot stop to speak of the lite
rary men who lived and wrote in Fleet
street, nor of tho Temple which is men
tioned in nearly ever)' English book of
the last five hundred years, nor much
of that homely erection across the street
called Temple Bar. The latter is not
one of the old city gates; it stands on
the site of an ancient one, and marks
the boundary between London and
Westminster, between business and
fashion; although the reign of tho latter
is not thoroughly established cast of
Charing Cross. The present gate is old
enough, however, to have borne the
heads of rebels and traitors —the last
barbarity occurring in 1772—3. Hero
royalty, journeying to St. Paul’s halts
to ask from the Lord Mayor standing
on the city side, the keys of the gates.
The municipal Barkis is always willin’.
These streets are full of newspaper
offices, Puuch, Bell’s Life, Daily News,
tho Globe, Illustrated London News,
and a score or so mot#. Somerset
House and Exeter Hall, and mercy
knows what else, are in the stand; but
we must pass on to the tall Nelson mon
ument in Trafalgar square, pausing there
only to look at the four lions about the
base, executed by Sir Edwin Landseer.
We are now at Charing Cross, a small
space and*focal point or gateway to
fashionable London. To the right,
through Pall Mall and St. James’ street
is Piccadilly, that will lead us to our
objective point, Hyde-Park corner; hut
let us swing around among tho multi
tudinous public offices on the left to
st. j amis’ park.
It is the loveliest place in London.
The little lake is deeply shaded by
great trees, and well peopled with water
foul, and bordered with lawns and walks
to which the tired brain can turn from
the surging currents of the streets. Ou
the entrance gate is a queer little sign :
“The parkkeepers have orders to pre
vent all beggers from entering the gar
dens, and all persons in ragged or dirty
clothes, or who are not outwardly de
cent and well behaved.” We passed
muster. Justice compels me to add,
though, that in every other park that
came under my observation, the people
of every condition enjoy greater freedom
than they do in our public grounds. —
The eternal American sign, “keep off
the grass,” is unknown. The large
Victoria Park, in the East-End, is un
fenced and ordinarily there is no res
triction to the full enjoyment of every
part ot an English park. It is a poor
satisfaction to tread hard walks when
one wants to rest on nature’s bed of
green.
The gloomy town resident of the
Queen, Buckingham Palace, need not
detain us as tvo pass from St. James
into Green Park. Flocks of sheep are
an essential feature of England Park
scenery, and a very pleasant one, I am
sure, They prove the innate love of
this people for rustic life. This park
contaius only fifty six acres, just enough
to connect little St. James with great
HYDE PARK AND KENSINGTON GARDENS.
The former, famous as it is, is little
more than a plain four-hundred-acre
field, fairly shaded, turfed, stocked with
the cleverest of sheep, and graced with
about fifty acres of water, called the
Serpentine, into which hundreds of
bathers plunge early every summer
morning. The extravagance and mag
nificence of Central Park i.s not here.
To this trysting place of fashion tho
traveling pleasure-seekers hasten with
out much delay. When our weary
legs carried us under the handsome en
trance for the first time we felt grateful
for the chairs conveniently located under
the trees, close to the passing caravan
of fashion. Just then a publican came
along collecting toll for their use.
But what a tide is going by ! No
hack or public carriage is admitted.—
My English companion is busy decipher
ing the minute coats of arms ou the
carriage panels, while I turn to the
equostrians in Rotton Row ; ladies by
the hundreds in plain rich riding habits
and high hats that are as near alike as
two peas; swells of every ago and con
dition, followed bygroom3 at respectful
distances; graybaired old diplomatists
on poor nags, and a leaven of boys and
girls. Are the ladies pretty ? I as
sume that you ask this question first.
Well, hardly. They managed their
horses easily and well; they ride for
the good of it and not to bo seen ; they
seem indifferent to the audience on the
grass ; their attire is simple; fttll forms
and good health are clearly theirs as a
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ianship, forty days. Rules for Foreclosure qf Mort
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For establishing lost papers, for the full space qf
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deceased, three months. Apphrntiin. for Homestead
must he published twice. Publications will always
be continued according to these requirentents unless
otherwise ordered. K7* One inch, or about eighty
words, is a square; fractions counted as full squares.
jNO. 36.
rule; ono could waste a whole hour
there without seeing an angelic face.
When it does come, though, it is of in
comparable freshness, beautiful in—to
be brief, I was glad I staid.
We are in the heart of West-End
when wc stand at Hyde-Park Corner.
The first building is Apsdey House, the
residence of the Duke of Wellington,
and the next one is the mansion of Ba
ron Rothschild. All about the great
parks and the little squares are the
palaces of nobility or princely common
ers. They are not overloaded with or
namental cornices porticoes and the
like, but the prevailing buff color of the
spacious but not high fronts, the large
clear windows disclosing a wealth of
flowers, tho plats of grass, the lordly
liveried servants, all have a comfortable
English look. Everything -is hand
some, solid and quiet. There is a world
of such beautiful houses in the section
of the city that we are visiting—not
one street or square, but miles of them.
And this fact, and the endless caval
cade of equipages and equestrians in
tho Park are additional witnessoss of
the immense scale of London life. The
number of private fortunes, you invol
untarily say, must be enormous. So
it is, and each fortune is enormous.—
What is London but enormous !
In an hour wc can ride from the glit
tering show in Hyde Park to Wapping
or Sha dwell or out among the woaver s
of Bethnal Green. We need not go bo
far; we need not pass Temple Bar. In
the crowded alleys that lie between the
Strand aDd Oxford street, or under the
arches of the bridges, is tho reverse of
the picture. Oh, the horrid, idiotic
drunken deformed men and women that
one can find in the east of London. In
the stifling, fishy lanes that lead to the
Thames, the very bottom of distress and
misery is reached. There behold the
constantly recuring fights between gin
crazed women. I could witness subb
scenes unmoved, but for the poor pale
faced innocents that fairly swarm in the
filthy reeking courts, or huddle in some
corner, a prey to hunger, disease and
drunken brutality. Let us be thank
ful that the good gifts of our Heavenly
Father have a happier diffusion in our
littl? city; that we have no East or West
End in the London sense.
I found the buildings of the city sur
prisingly low. They rarely exceed
three stories, and in the poorer quarters
there are enough of low red tiled roofs
to bring the average down to a couple
of stories. This is the rule in all En
glish and Scottish towns —a remark
able contrast to the towering houses of
’ cities. But in the lattdr
even wealthy families are content to oc
cupy a flat, and jostle each other on the
common staircase. An Englishman’s
house, on the contrary, is his castle,
and be it ever so large or small, he
must rule it alone. New York’s sky
piercing funeral piles would render
London poverty unbearable.
For leagues about the mighty centre
—all the way to Riohmond, for exam
ple—are the modest, compact, pleasant
homes of the middle-class. A ride of
au honr, in nearly any direction, puts
one beyond the crowded streets, in wide
roads shaded by great elms or chest
nuts, behind which are detached pretty
cottages or fine villas. The air is al
most rural among the little lawns and
garden-orchards. Circumference and
core are fortunately dissimilar. The
slums of Wapping and the stately
squares of Belgravia are alike encircled
by a charming and saving cordon of
snug sweet homes—the cradles of the
powerful class that luckily controls the
government of the aucient land; May
their power increase. v-
A scientific writer says that “gluttony
is the soui oe of all our disease.” How
is it with a man who dies of starvation ?
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In an action for fees a physician can
not recover. In cases of illness patients
are often in tho same predicament.