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B. M. BLACKBURN, Publisher. YOL. VIII. LITERARY DEPARTMENT. MISS ANNA C. M. BLACKBURN, E WTOK. For the MudUoitoilome Journal. A FRAGMENT. , The whistling wind, with rushing speed Sweeps by old Emory’s towers; While mem’ry roams in fondness back, To happier seenes and hours. Hours; spent in joyous mirth, With those we fondly love — With father, mother, sister dears, Who led our thoughts above. Above; to scenes of joyous bliss, Where fancy loves to ream; And paint with magic touch, the place ■Which we may call our home. Home; the word that thrills the wan derer’s soul, When tossod on life’s broad seas— As dreaming fondly of the time, When he shall rest at ease. [.eon. Emory College. For the Madison liome Journal. “CHRIST CHURCH CHIMES.” It was a cold winter evening. The chill blast came sweeping from the chain of hills that guard our city on the North, laden with the cold breath of a thousand leagues of ice and snow. There was a sharp polar glitter in the myriad stars that whirled on their appointed course through the dark blue heaven, in whose expanse no single cloud was visible. Howling through the icy streets came the strong, wild North wind, tearing, in its fierce frenzy, the sailcloth awnings into tatters, swinging the public-house sigus and shaking the window shutters like a bold burglar bent on the perpetration of crime. Then onward, onward it sped, over the dark steel-color ed bay, and out to the wild, wide, open sea, to do battle with the sails of the staunch barks that were struggling towards a haven. But within, the good people of B— were stoutly waging battle against the common enemy, on this bitter Christmas eve. In some of the old fashioned houses at the North end, inhabited by old-fash ioned people, the ruddy light streamed through the parlor win dows ou the street announced that huge fires of oak and hickory were blazing on the ample hearths. But in the far greater number of dwellings, the less ge nial was contending with the win try elements. Iu an upper room of au old wooden house, a poor woman, thinly clad, sat sewirg be side a rusty stove, poorly supplied with chips. She had been once eminently handsome, and but for the wanness of her face, would have appeared so stili. Two lit tle boys of eight and nine years of age were warming themselves, or seeking to warm themselves at the stove, before returning to their lit tle bed in a small room adjoining. “Isn’t this nice,” said the youn ger, “didn’t I get a nice lot of chips to-day ?” “Yes, dearest you are always a good and industrious boy,” said the mother, snatching a moment from her work to imprint a kiss on his brow, “Poor papa will haie a nice fire to warm him when he comes home,” said the elder boy. At this allusion to the child’s father, the mother burst into tears. The countenance of the children fell—they knew too well the cause of their mother’s grief —the same cause had blighted their own young hearts and cloud ed their innocent lives—their fa ther was a drunkard. Hence it was that they could not go to school. Their time was required on the wharves to pick up fuel and such scraps of provision as are scattered from the shearer of the prodigal. For this reason the mother had forborne to remind them that this was Christmas eve. But they knew it too well, and tti-ey contrasted its gloominess and sorrow with the well-remembered anniversaries when this was a sea son of delight—the eve of promis ed pleasures, of dances, and of presents. With this thought in their hearts they silently kissed their mother, and retired to their little bed, committing themselves to “our Father who art in heav en,” while the poor mother toiled on, listening with dread to the re turning footsteps of her htisbaud. The husband and father whose re turn was thus dreaded, had work ed late at night in the shop where he had temporary employment, and who was to pay him this eve ning. Five or six dollars were coining to him, more than he had •anted honestly for a long time. As he put ou his hat to leave the shop, he observed his fellow work men, who were all sober and stea dy men. eyeing him with aad, in qairing iooka ; lie almost ran out of the shop. Palm iirnur §mml. “I know what they mean,” he said to himself. “But what is it to them how I spend my money — I’m not a slave—l have a right to do what I please with my own. Whew ! how cutting the wind is! A glass or two of hot whisky tod dy will be the very thing !” Without one thought of his toil ing wife and neglected children, the poor man hastened towards a grocery with the intention of slaking his morbid thirst. At the moment his foot was on the threshold, out from the belfry of Christ Church, ringing clear in the frosty air, streamed a tide of sweot and solemn music. Simple, yet touching, was the melody of those sacred bells, chiming forth the ad vent of the blessed Christmas time. And as the song fell upon bis ear, it awakened in the drunk ard a thousand memories of hap pier, because better days. The comfortable dwelling, the quiet, neat parlor, with its Christmas decorations, the sweet face of his wife, the merry laugh of his bright eyed children, all flashed back vividly upon his mind. He could wish those sweet bells play on for ever. But they ceased. “It was a voice from heaven !” said the man, as tears rolled down his cheeks. “Surely God has bless ed those Christ Church chimes. I’ll never more drink one drop. This money shall go to my family. It is not too late to buy provision for to-morrow.” It was late when the watching wife heard the step of her hus band on the staircase. It was as slow and heavy as usual, but how relieved, how astonished when the door opened and he came in hap py, sober, bearing a huge basket filled with provision, and threw down a parcel containing stock ings, mittens, etc., for the children —not forgetting Christmas weath er. The next day was a happy one indeed for the mother and the little boys—a Christmas that re minded them of old times, and gave them assurance of a happy i future, May we not hope that the effect | we have attributed to the Christ Church chimes : s not a solitary in- j stance of the power ol music ? PARIS LETTER. Correspondence Madison Home Journal. Paris, Oct. 10,1878. If you travel long enough thro’ the continuations of the Passage Jouffrroy, if j r ou cross a narrow street and plunge into the recess es of yet another gallery, you! will come out at last in the bust ling and business like Hue du Faubourg Montmarte ; but I pre fer to retrace my foot steps even as far as the toyshop— “ Aux Enfanls Sages” is its sugges tive title— where the black boy tootles on the flute and the mon key in the powdered wig and Louis Quinze costume plays on I the harpsichord, accompanied by j the squirrel and the guinea pig. Then, passing through the two j great cafes, which at night are fall of very queer company, I emerge on the boulevard, boldly cross it, fortuitously escape being crushed | by an omnibus or by one of the huge tapissieres and chars-a-bancs going to the Exhibition, and dive into a labyrinth of Passages just opposite—the renowned Passages des Panoramas, indeed. Where | the Panoramas are or used to be, ! or what particular scenes or events they panoramically repre sented, I have not the remotest notion. It is enough for me that they display an ever moving, ever interesting picture of human life even more diversified than that visible in the Passage Jouffroy. The principal gallery is more aris-, tocratic and more tranquil than its opposite neighbor. No cafes guard the entrance gates, although those roaring resorts abound on either side up and down the boulevards. But on one side of the entrance to the Passages des Panoramas there is a noted sweetstuff shop, in which I should say that it would be practicable for a gentle man with plenty of ready money and of a generous disposition, to ruin himself at New Year and Paschal tides with the utmost promptitude and despatch. This particular conjiseur’s, which is al most as grand und as handsome as M. Giraudin’s noted establish ment in the Hue de la Paix, must do a tremendous business at Christmas and Easter. Then do the jewelled castiets, full of can dies, violets and preserved daffy down lillies—for the French seem to make lollipops from the flowers of the field as well as the fruits of the garden ; then do the models of the Arc de Triumph**, the Col umn of the Bastille, and the Ve nus of Milo ; then do the delicious hut indigestibludooking batons of j I mmw und the chocolate 1 A Nation may Too Govern ea and. yot Too Free. ereams, the sugared almonds and the equivalents for our hardbakes and toffies—of the French syno nyms for which I am entirely ig noraut—find, I suppose, purchas ers at whatever prices the propri etor of this amazing emporium of goodies chooses to demand. The shop goes right through into the Hue Vivienne, and behind the counters sit a fascinating cohort of beauteous young ladies with slim waists. The only persons whom I fail to discern there are the customers. Perhaps I peep into the sweetstuff shops at the wrong hour. Perhaps this is not precisely the season when lovers of confectionery are accustomed to purchase candied violets and preserved daffy-down-dillies; but, curiously enough, the invisibility to the naked eye of customers in Parisian shops of the superior class strikes me very forcibly, while it puzzles me desperately, not only when I ramble in the Passages, but whensoever I take a turn on the boulevards. The shops iu the side streets, in which provisions are sold—the ckarcutiers and the rotmeurs in particular— are always thronged. The wine shops and cafes—l counted sev enteen of these drinking places in the space of five minutes’ peram bulation of the Rue du Faubourg Montmarte—the cremeries, the cheap linen drapeis’ and haber dashers’, the debits de taba< , the toy shops, and so forth, all abound in clients; but it is with the ex tremest rarity that I ever discern a person having the outward and visible appearance of a customer in the grandest magasins of the of boulevards. Ou the other hand, while purchasers are generally fa vored with a full view of what the Italians call “La Bella Faniglia.” Monsieur le Batrou may be away speculating at the Bourse, or quite as possible playing dominoes over his absinthe or his “bock” at his favorite cafe ; but Madnme la Pa tronne fait sa caisse (balances her , cashbook) —when did she take any money ?—at her high desk of au thority. In front of the counter, a venerable dame, apparently the patronne or her husband’s grand mother, sits placidly knitting ; half a dozen demoiselles de magasin are gossiping in corners; while on the floor sprawl three or four children in pinafores and bibs, superintend ed by a careful bonne in a high white cap. There is sure, also, to be a dog of the party “to see fair”—generally a villainous-look ing bull-dog made bv constant kindness to be the playfulest of pets, or a woolly poodle who im presses yon with the idea either that he is in a state of inexpressi ble dejection at the thought that he is to he shaved to-morrow, or that he is hilariously joyful at the remembrance that he was shaved this morning and the operation will not be repeated until after the expiry of another fortnight. Stay ; with equal certitude you may reckon on the presence of a huge, handsome, quiet cat, either on the counter or on one of the shelves in the windows, purring or thinking among the diamonds and the articles de Paris. This is all very nice, and pretty, and patriar chal—but where are the custom ers ? All the business cannot be wholesale. From time to time the millionaire from Nevada must en ter the shop saying, “Show me your biggest riviere in brilliants that you can let me have for fif ty thousand francs.” My theory is that the apparant pancity of customers is really due to the un conscionably long hours of busi ness adopted by French trades people of the highest class. They open their shops before nine in the morning and they do not close them until eleven at night. Thus the average quota of custo mers instead of being quickly dis patched in the course of ten hours, is spread, in Paris, over a weary space of thirteen hours, and is attenuated even to invisibility by the prolongation of the shop hours Early closing is certainly not among the social reforms which have found favor in Paris. C. A. S. For the Madison Home Journal, THE GREATEST GRIEF. liY FINLEY JOIINHON. Kate Travers had been married to the man of her own choice, of the sky of her life, after the first year, was fair and clear. But soon the sombre clouds of Borrow threw their darkening shadows over her pathway. It was not long before some event —the result of going ! •‘security”—swept from tbo hus band a considerable portion of the property which had made his con dition better than the wife’s Indore marriage. —Her husband of the I tubful tone, “I aiu sorry, indeed, very *orr) MADISON, GA., SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1878. was the calm reply. But we can economize ; do not, therefore, let it annoy you. We can yet be hap py with what is left.” “But you-you, my dear wife—” “It will not affect me, love, for you know that I must overlook the lionsehold affairs, whether we are rich or poor. Happy in each oth er’s socioty, what need we care for the changes of fortune?' The wife shed no tears. This was her first grief, but not her great est. Again the clouds of sorrow gathered >vei her, and the death of her first born was the next ca lamity that befell her. When the clouds fell upon the coffin it ap peared as if her heart would hurst. Bhe bent over to gaze up on the last resting of her child, and the arm of her husband seem ed necessary to prevent her from “going unto him.”—But even amid this sad grief the gentle looks of affectionate sympathy with which her husbaed gazed upon her threw a rainbow of holy calm across her soul. It is true that the mother had suffered; but the affection, nay, the happiness, of the wife was com plete. Death had softened her heart, and fitted it for the minis trations of new affections.—Her father had suffered as much as she, and yet at the moment of her deepest anguish he had hushed his own grief that he might sus tain her in her sorrow. The moth er mourned, but the wife rejoiced. The loss of property rendered neccesary more labor on the part of the husband, and that labor kept him more from home than formerly ; but the gentle welcome of the wife cheered the toil worn husband, and her delicate earesses changed the gloom settling on his brow to smiles of satisfaction. There was, perhaps, more pleas ure in the efforts which she was making to produce the evidence of of gratification in her husband than there was in the mere ex changes of smiles of welcome and thanks. It was late of a summer after noon, and by appointment the hnsband should have returned some two or three hours before. The noise of revelry had for a lou time disturbed the outer edge of the village in which their dwel ling was situated. Some vulgar frolic, hitherto kept in a distant part of the country, had been ad journed to that neighborhood; but the path of her husband upon his return did not lie in that course. The wife had gone out frequently to watch for his ap proach, and to meet him with a smile of welcome—that smile which makes home delightful, which at/raets and retains. She looked anxiously to the left, and stretched her eyes along the road ia hopes that some token of his approach would he presented— but there was none. She leaned over the railing with distrustless hope. He would come soon, and would repay her for all her anxie ty by extraordinary evidence of affection. She summoned up for her consolation the thousand kindnesses of her husband—his constant, changeless love—and like a true wife she suffered the lustre of her owu purity, excell ence, and affection, to gild the character and conduct of her hus band. She was startled from her reverie of delight and charity by an unusual outbreak of noisy de bauchery from the wretched drink ing house below. She leaned for ward, and was transfixed with horror at the sight. Her husband was in the midst of the riotous host in sickening, disgusting fam iliarity with vice and drunkenness She stepped back until an aDgle of her owd house concealed from her the painful scene. A thous and precious matters that had scarcely excited a thought became now of importance, in the explana tion which was given in what she had seeu, She raised her apron to her eyes, but there was no tears. Her hand dropped on the fence—a feeling came over her heart sncli as she never before ex perienced. She had felt a womanly regret at the loss of property—the moth er had mourned the death of her child—ana anxiety had boen felt for some slight error of her hus band ; but property could be re gained by labor, or relinquished without effort. Every dream of the mother gave hack to her heart her beloved child, and refreshed her with a spiritual intercourse, and every waking thought that turned towards the dead one was lustrous with the sense of heaven ly presence, and consoling iu the promise of a future union. The errors of a husband that do not imply dishonor, nor eihihit them selves as evidence* of wasting af- fection, may be mended or endur ed; but when the heart is sudden ly overwhelmed with the evidence of shame, insult, and dishonor— when all the purity of a woman’s thought is outraged with the proofs of guilt, and all the years of her charity and enduring love are dishonored by the unerring tokens of ingratitude and infamy, and the confiding, the consoling, the truth ful wife becomes the witness of her own destruction, despair sweeps over the heart like the hlus terings of the simoon; and then all the unmentioned sufferings of the woman, all the cherished sor rows of the wife, all the poignant anguish of the mother, are lost iu the overwhelming torrent of her agony. She sunk not beneathUhe'shad ows of poverty, nor yielded to de spair when death smote her first horn ; hut to witness the desola tion of her domestic peace—to be shorn of every joy through the in fluence of intemperance—this— this, indeed, was the Wife's Great est Grief. WAS IT POLITICAL PERSE CUTION? Mr. Speer and his strikers have been making savage assaults on the Grand Jury of Gwinnett county, because that body, in the discharge of its duty, called atten tion to the fact that Mr. Speer had failed to account for money collected by him while Solicitor General. The charge made is that this whole matter was trumped up as a political trick to injure Speer, because they say it had never been heard of until he became a candidate, and would never have been heard of but for his candi dacy. When the gentlemen who com posed that Grand Jury are known no defense is needed. Their char acter as honorable, high toned men is sufficient to protect them from any insinuation that they violated their oaths in order to trump up charges against Speer. In their justification it is prop er that the facts should be known to the public. For several years there has been complaint in the county in refer ence to the money brought into court and paid out to insolvent lists. These complaints were brought to the attention of Judge Rice two or three years ago, and he appointed a committee, con sisting of Col. 8. J. Winn and Col. N. L. Hutchins, to investigate the whole matter aud report. The committee, after a full investiga tion, made their report. There was still some dissatis faction, and the matter was brought before the Grand Jury, which assembled at the adjourned term in November following. At the adjourned term, 1877, before Mr. Speer was a candidate or any body knew he would be a candi date, the Grand Jury investigated this matter. The following ex tracts from the General Present ments of that term will show what action was taken: EXTRACTS FROM PRESENTMENTS OF THE GRAND JURY NOV. AD JOURNED TERM, IB77. “We have been informed by a committee appointed by the last Grand Jury, that there had been money collected from fines and forfeited bonds, which had not been paid over to the County Treasurer, and that they had not had time to give it a thorough in vestigation, and request that our body look after it, and that other county funds have been paid over to the County Treasurer that should have been applied other wise, and having had some infor mation before us showing that said complaint was not wholly groundless, and knowing that much dissatisfaction still exists among many of onr citizens as to how the large amount of money that has been collected from fines and forfeitures in the last three or four years has been applied and that complaint has been made thereof. We have unanimously agreed to appoint a committee to give the matter a thor ough examination and correct any error they may find in any calcu lation or report heretofore made, and make their report at the next regular term of the Court, believ ing that it could not be done with any degree of accuracy at the pres ent Term. We have appointed as that committee, Madison L. Adair, John E. Craig and William J. Born, aod do most respectfully ask his Honor Judge Rice to rec ognize said committee, and give | them such insti actions as he may ; think best." Signed by Eli J. McDaniel, Foreman, aud twenty-two jurors Ju accordance with the request of the Jury, Judge Rice passed 1 * the following order ; “It appears to the Court that the Grand Jury of this Term have appointed M. L. Adair, John E. Craig and William J. Born a com mittee for the purpose indica ted in the General Presentments of said Grand Jury. Ordered by the Court, that said committee are authorized aud di rected to perform the service indi cated in said Presentments. Signed, GEO. D. RICE, A. L. Mitchell, Judge 8. C.” Sol. Gen’l. A true extract from the minutes of Gwinnett Superior Court, Nov. adjourned Term, 1877. Frank T. Pentecost, Dep’tv Cl’k S. C. Oct. 21, 1878. This committee made their re port the last March Term, but too lute for any action to be taken by the Grand Jury, and Judge Rice, by order, directed it filed, subject to auy objection which might be made. By referring to the reoort made by this committee, it will be seen that Mr. Speer’s entire insolvent list for his own services had been paid off and that he had received $145, including the Fraser money, more than he was entitled to for his own services. And that auy amount which might be due him was on the old lists of Marler and Thurman. This report came properly be fore the Grand Jury at the Sep tember Term for investigation, and as honest men, ldokinfi into the finanoes of the county, they did what they regarded as their duty. Could they, under their oaths shield Mr. Speer because he was a candidate ? Is it hue that there is anything so sacred about a candidate for office, that a Grand Jury can’t look into the finances of the county and report the facts? Mr. Speer admits all they charge, that he received the money and has not paid it over. But our object was simply to submit the facts in vindication of the Grand Jury, who Are being abused by Mr. Speer and hiu or gans. Aud it will be seen that in stead of this matter boiug trump ed up for political effect, that it is the legitimate fruit of an investi gation into the finances of tbo county begun over a year ago. These facts are from the minutes of our Superior Court and cannot he controverted. We bare never charged Mr. Speer with stealing this money, nor do we believe he intended to do anything wrong at the time, and we would not have referred to it again if Mr. Speer and his or gans were not doiDg the good men of that Grand Jury gross in justice, and trying to make politi cal capital out of what they call a persecution. -LaiorenceviUe Herald. WHY WESHOULII VOTE FOR BILLUPS. We endorse every word of the following, so succinctly ststed by the Lawrenceville Herald. Ist. Because ha is the represen tative of the Democratic party, regularly and fairly nominated. 2nd. Because he is a gentleman of ability, experiance, irreproacha ble character and unswerying in tegrity. 3rd. Because, when he gets to Washington he will be in full ac cord with the National Democrat ic party ; will have its entire confi dence, and be admitted to its coun cils, aud have a voice in framing all bills that affect our interest. 4th. Because his defeat will be the defeat of the Democratic par ty, and will divide and eventually destroy the organization that has saved Georgia in the past and can secure our rights in the future. Why we should not vote for Speer: Ist. Because he has neither the experience, standing or ability of Col. Billups. 2nd. Because he has assumed the leadership of bolters from his party without any excuse to justify his action. 3rd. Because he has combined and confederated with the Radical party iu this district to obtain an office. 4th. Because, while claiming to be a Democrat, he is seeking to divide and disintegrate that party. sth. Bocause, if elected to Con gress, he will be regarded as a straggler, looked on with suspioion by the Democrats; will not be ad mitted to their councils, and, therefore, can accomplish no good for himself or anybody else. Ctb. Because uis election will he heralded to the country as the defeat of the Democracy iu its* strong hold iu Georgia, and will |>er|iettjate the unfortunate divis ion in the party, that may result iu the low* of the State ia the next; Presidential election. Tivo Dollars a Year in Adtiici WIT AND HUMOR, A little nonsense now and tlien,- ‘Ts relished by the wisest men." rmr—"TTT 1 r win, eg Jones is getting very weak. He says he can’t raise ten dollars.- “I say, Pat, what are you about —sweeping out that room?’ ‘No,’ answered Pat, ‘I am sweeping out the dirt, leaving the room.' ‘Patrick, you fool, what makeef you steal after that rahit, when your gun’s not loaded?’ ‘Hush, my darlint, the rabit don’t know that/ 'Have yon finished both those bottles of port, without assistance* Mr. Gulpitup?’ indignant spouse. ‘No, my dear, I had the assistance of a bottle of Maderia/ was the re-’ ply. A gentleman, taking an Apart* ment, said to the landlady, ‘I as* sure von madam: I never left a, lodging but my landlady sbedf tears.’ I hope sir,’ said she, ‘it was not because you went away without paying.’ “Why is it,’ asked a Frenchmaff of a Switzer,’ that you Swiss al-'. ways fight for honor?’ ‘I suppose/ said the Switzer, ‘that both fight for what they most lack.’ A small chap on the street witlf a big hat on. ‘Stranger sees him and cries out. ‘Hallo, wherd art* you going with that boy?” A. dandy iu broadway, wishing' to be witty, accosted the old bell man as follows: ‘You take all sorts of trumpery’ in your cart don’t you?’ ‘Yes, jump in, jump in.’ Old Squire B was elected Judge of the Inferior Court of some county in Georgia. Wheel he went home his delighted wife exclaimed: “Now mv dear, you are a Judge' what am I?’ ‘The same durned old fool yonf always was f" Au Irishman had occasion to visit the South some months since. When he returned, he re marked to a friend that the South ern people were very extravagant. Upon being asked why so, be re marked that, where hejstUyed-they had a candlestick worth eleven hundred dollars 1 ‘Why, how ini the world could it have cose that much?’ inquired the friend.—‘Oeh,- bejabers! It wasnuthin’ more'u a big negro fellow a hobblin' a torch for vs to ate by.’ One of the deacons of a certain' church asked the bishop if be' ussually kissed the bride at; wed dings. ‘Always’ was the reply/ ‘And how do you manage wneir the happy pair are negroes?’ wae the next question. ‘ln all such cases,’ replied the bishop, ‘the du ty is appointed to the deacona/ ‘Tom, you sot,’ said a temper-" ance man to a tippling friend, ‘what makes von drink such stuff as you do? Why the very hogs would not drink that brandy.’ ‘That’s cause they is brutes,’ said Tom. ‘Poor creatures!.they don’t know what’s good.’ A wag in one of our Southern Legislatures, perceiving- a mos<- quito light on a member’s hand', arose with mnch deliberation and addressing the chair, requested that said mosquito might hare leave to withdraw his bill. Laugh l of course. Ministerial Courtesy. -The Spring field Republican says that a piquant correspondence has just passed between two clergymen, in a city where considerable religious awakening has takeu place. In sub stance the correspondence ran- ae follows: Baptist to Methodist Clergy man.—My Dear Brother—l shall baptise some converts to-morrow. If any of your converts prefer be* ing baptised in our inoae, I shall' be happy to baptise them as can didates for your church. To which the Methodist clergy-* man replies; Dear Brother—Yours received, I prefer to wash my owu sheep. Dying for a lady. —Mr. Smith resides in Henry street. His wife who is an economical body, had sent a costly silk gown to a French dyer. The dyer himself brought the dress home, unluckily as it hapiiened. met the husband of the lady at the door. ‘ls madam withiu?' asked the Frenchman. The husband, who is of a jea'- ous disjiositiou, replied —* And suj - pose she is what tue devil do yon want with her?’ ‘I must see her—l'in dying for her; sare!' ‘You dying for my wife—get out of my house, you scoundrel !* aod he had just raised bis foot to kick the honest mechanic iu the street as the lady mails her appearance sod explained matters. NO. 44*