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fJEOKGlA TELEGRAPH.
MACON, FRIDAY, JUNE 21, 1807.
The Hungry Feeding the Filled.—We
observe that consignments of Southern wheat
have already been received in New York.—
Thus we have the singular spectacle that,
while the Southern people are actually cry
ing for bread and receiving it by shipload!
as a free donation from the North, the South
is shipping wheat from her hungry pee pie to
feed the already well-filled stomachs of the
North ! After all, it may not be a bad ope
ration in the end. If we can sell the North
wheat now at a large price and buy wheat
from them after their crops come in at a much
less price, money will be saved by the epera-
tion. Wo confess, however, that we prefer
to see no wheat shipped from the South.
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The Question Settled.—One Sw inton
& correspondent of the New York Timt s, and
a Yankee writer of bogus bistory, has lecent-
ly made a visit to Gen. Lee, and in his letter
says the Virginian made some very respecta
ble defensive campaigns but is no great ihnkes
of a General. It is probable that tiutliful
history will differ from Mr. Swintor upon
the merits of a General who whippt d the
great immortalized leader of the Ncrthern
armies on every field where he met hr o, and
that against immense odds on every oc’iasion
If Lee is no General, what is Grant, .wl om he
always succeeded in out-generaling ?
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By Counties.—It seems that Brownlow
not satisfied with the disfranchisement oi
large classes of Tennesseeans by the Legisla
ture, is taking the matter in hand, and by one
sweeping ukase thrown out whole cour.tie3 at
a time. The Chattanooga Union and Ameri
can of Saturday says: “Brownlow has dis
franchised, by proclamation, Giles county,
making the thirteenth county disfranchised
since the eighteenth of April.”
pS^Tbe La Crosse Democrat says Senator
Yates, who joined a temperance soc ety in
Washington last winter, was brought before
the police Court of Chicago, on the 5t : i, and
fined $3 and costs for drunkenness.
Northern RErnESEXTATivEs" of South
ern States. —A correspondent of Urn New
York Post writes from Charleston, South
Carolina, that General Scott, of the P reed-
men’s Bureau, has been invited, in good
f&itb, by influential men, to rcpresei t the
Charleston district in Congress. His accept
ance is doubtful. Gen. Green, commandant
of tho post at Columbia, is said to have re
ceived a similar invitatiou.
We may odd that, according to information
apparently reliable, the people of the First
Congressional district of Georgia will prob
ably make choice of Mr. Fitch, of Indiana,
the present U. S. Attorney for Georgia, as a
their Representative in Congress.
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Appointment of Judge..—The Atlanta
New Era learns that L. E. Bleckley, Esq., of
Atlanta, wi^ be appointed Judge of the Su
perior Court in the Coweta Circuit, vice Hi
ram Warner, appointed Chief Justice of the
Supreme Court.
Sutreme Court Judge.—The Southern
Recorder states, apparently by authority,that
Governor Jenkins has tendered this appoint
ment to Judge Warner, who, it is thought,
will accept and assume the duties within the
present week, as successor of Chief Justice
Lumpkin, deceased.
The First Boll op New Cotton.—On
yesterday Messrs. F. W. Sims & Co. sent us a
large sized and well advanced boll of new
cotton. It is from the plantation of George
W. Gelzer, Esq., of Jefferson county, Florida,
■who also writes quite encouragingly of the
crop prospects in his section.—Savannah
News & Herald, 16 th.
We received yesterday, from Air. John
Smith, of Mitchell county, in this State, a
couple of half-grown bolls from bis crop, and
he informs us that he will have a portion of
it in Macon for sale by the middle of July, if
not before.
Court op Bankruptcy.—Hon. John Ers-
kinc, United States District Judge for the
District of Georgia, will, we understand, hold
a Court in Bankruptcy for the Northern Dis
trict in this city on the 27th inst., for the
purpose at putting in operation the late
Bankrupt law, and commissioning the Reg -
istrars in Bankruptcy in this (the Northern)
District
We also learn that a Court of Bankruptcy
will be held by Judge Erskinefor the South
ern District, at Savannah, early in July.
[Atlanta N. Era.
Griffin literary Society.
This association, we learn from the Star,
celebrated its first anniversary Friday last,
the address being delivered by the Rev. Dr.
Wills, of this city, whose efforts on such occa
sions, as indeed on all others, are most happy.
The Star thus speaks of the address:
Of the speech itself,, without stopping to
discriminate as to tho various points—excel
lent all, and most happily presented—we may
sn^ it fully met the hopes and expectation of
tho Society, the audience, and the friends of
literature present.
As it will doubtless bo published, it may
not be sale to venture an expression of appro
val or disapproval ; but let it suriico for tho
present, that in Mr. Wills, we think the So
ciety was fortunate in the orator lor the oc
casion. With a good person, a fine manly
voice, powers of utterance surpassed by few.
• and a style of intonation and jesture at once
pleasing and thrilling, the gifted gentlemnn
held the imagination and hearts of his au
dience spell-bound in the thrall of grand
thoughts and sublime emotions for over an
hour.
The theme, well chosen ns well ns beauti
fully presented, was the effect of association
and contact in forming or prostrating influ
ence and character, in degrading or building
up sentiment, honor, usefulness, home, coun
try; or in brutalizing, crushing, destroying,
desolating and ruining these grand props to
human happiness and human progress.
Commending the abstract ideas upon these
great points from analogy, philosophy, his
tory and experiment, to the great purpose of
rearing a more stable, personal character, the
gifted orator threw over the whole the gen
tle invocations of the Word of God and the
holy inspiration of Religion, thus blending
in the character of a literary feast some of the
finest teachings of the Bible.
As a whole, the effect was fine and the
thanks of our people are due Air. AVills for
rendering the first anniversary of the Griffin
Literary Society one long to be remembered.
TRIAL OF JOHN SURRATT.
The case of John Surratt, for the murder
of Mr. Lincoln, opened before tlic criminal
Court at Washington, on Aronday, with pre
tensions on the part of the prosecution that
were somewhat startling. The U. S. Attor
ney in bis opening address, announced him
self ready to prove, by competent and reliable
tertimony, that Surratt was in Washington,
at Ford’s theatre, on the night of the murder;
that he assisted in the crime, that he directed
the bullet that entered the brain of the Presl
dent, and the knife that fell upon the throat
of the Secretary of State. These are strong
allegations, and from the testimony given in
on the first day, wo shall not be surprised if
the Attorney should find witnesses to all he
charges.
Of course, at this early stage of the-case, i t
would hardly be just to form a fixed opinion
either for or against the prisoner. But, we
have impressions, founded on the sweeping
charges of the prosecution and the extraordi
nary statements of - the witness, Joseph Dye,
who, at the time of tho homicide, was a sol
dier in tke works around Washington and
strolled into town with n companion on the
fatal night. No man can carefully read and
weigh the testimony of this witness and be
lieve that he swore to the truth. Apparently
a stranger 1 in Washington, certainly a stranger
to Surratt, saw him but once and that in the
street the night of the murder, by lamp light,
and more than two years ago. Sur
ratt is said by bis friends to have undergone
great Changes of appearanc e since that time,
and yet this man Dye swears to his identity!
Again, wc have three conspirators seeking to
commit murder, wholly undisguised, in front
of the Theatre, in and out of it in the most
public manner, talking loud enough to be
beard by bystanders of their bloody purposes
no concealment or attempt to conceal, and
even examining the carriage of the President
—can any man in his senses believe such
a ridiculous story. Is this the way murder
ers and other great criminals ho about their
work f And again, Dye and his friend Coop
er heard for the space of an hour all this
Murder in Pierce County.'
NORTH CAROLINIAN BRUTALLY MURDERED
AND HIS BODY BURNHD.
l'rom “Tho Southern Winter Wreath.
THE LAY OF THE srNJBEA.it.
strange talk, saw all this strange and suspi
cious conduct—so strange and threatening
that Dye actually unwrapped a handkerchief
from a revolver in his pocket—and yet neitb
er stirred a foot to give information to the
authorities and guard the unsuspecting victim
against harm! Is this reasonable? Wc
should at least hate to be in Dye’s shoes on
cross examination.
Upon the whole, there is every prospect of
re-enactment of the Conover case. It might
be a second Surratt tragedy, but courts of
justice and juries are very different things
from military commissions, empowered to
murder at will the innocent and the guilty
alike. This Surratt trial bids fair to become
case ol deep popular interest, and we shall
watch it3 progress with no little care.
A SAVANNAH BOOK OF POEAIS.
Messrs. J. W. Burke & Co., of this city, to
whom a consignment has been sent for sale,
have furnished us with a copy of a beautiful
little volume of poems, chiefly by Savannah
authors, and entitled “The Southern Winter
Wreath." It is compiled and published by
the ladies of the “Orphan’s Home,” of that
city, for tlie benefit of the institution, the
entire proceeds of its sale to be devoted to
the edneation and maintenance of the orphan
children that Providence has committed to
their care. The object is a noble one, and
we hope the public will respond generously
and take up the entire edition at an early
day.
“The Southern Winter Wreath” is got up
in handsome style in every respect, and is
worthy of a place in every parlor. Alanv of
the poems are of a high order of merit, and
deserve to be perpetuated by being placed in
an enduring form. One of them—“The
Lay of the Sunbeam”—we copy on our first
page. With tho rhythm of Mrs. Welby’s
“Rainbow”, it has all the melody, artistic
finish and holy sentiment of that universally
admired production. We have been famil
iar with its sweet lines for many years, and
though tho author is not given in the book,
perhaps we will be pardoned for saying that
it is from the graceful pen of Airs. Burroughs,
a daughter of the late Judge Berrien, who,
to nearly every virtue that can adorn the fe
male character, has added an inheritance, in
large measure, of the talent, and even the
genius of her, illustrious father.
The following is the
DEDICATION.
“Parentless and portionless ones ! Child
ren of our Orphan’s Home! For you we
have gathered together and bound in a gar
land a little medley of Poesy and Rhyme,
which has welled out in some moments ot
agony from the stricken heart of the sorrow
ing, or been cast forth in some gladsome
hour of mirth by the prosperous and gay ;
in either cose, the writers little dreaming
that these waifs of the brain, scattered or
lost, would be made, by passing through the
mill ot benevolence, into grain, to be garn
ered, as the staff of life for a time, for those
who, like lilies, toil not neither do they spin,
and yet their Heavenly Father careth for
them, and heareth them when they cry, sup
plying all their need.”
As before stated, the book is for sale in
Alacon at the book-store of J. W. Burke &
Co.
On Friday nigbt.last, a most horrible mur
der was commit ted in Pierce county,by which
a storekeeper was murdered and bis boSy*
burned to a crisp. The particulars, .as vre-
lenrned them from, a gentleman in tlie city on
whose place th* affair occurred, arc a3 'fol
lows:
A gentleman named W. S. Flinn, from
Washington, North Carolina, had emigrated
to Station No. 7.1-2, on the Albany and Gulf
Railroad, about one year ago, and established
himself in a small grocery business. .His
conduct up to the time was commendable, as
he had rendered, himself very popular by his
generous conduct.
On Friday .night last, while sitting in his
store, two negroes entered about 9 o’clock,
informing him that they wished to purchase.
He immediately arose to attend to their
wants, but was confronted by one of tlie ne
groes, named Jon Williams, who seemed to
enter into deep conversation with him.—
While so engaged the other negro, named
Grier Jackson, approached from behind and
struck him three times on the back of the
head with a hatchet. The man was killed
almost instantly, and while the body lay in
its blood upon the floor the negroes proceed
ed to rob the store of its valuables. Being
satisfied with their plunder the body was
placed in an upright position in tho' chair
and the house immediately set on fire, after
which the ass.isi.ius made good their escape
to their quarters. A short time afterwords
several negroes Cf.me to the store for the pur
pose of purchasing, and seeing - the lion*
fire and the body sitting in theebair they be
came somewhat seared and ran to the house
of tho overseer, informing him of the fact.—
Hastily gathering a few of his truity men, he
repaired to the scene; but just as re reached
it, the root and wnlls fell in, lurying the
body of the unfortunate man
In the morning, after the fire had some
what subsided, the hatchet was fotnd covered
with blood. Several of the legroes im
mediately recognized it as the prqierty of the
negro, Jackson, and a sqnad bciig sent for
him, be, in connection with Wiliams, were
immediately arrested. The negroes on the
place became so enraged at the affair that
they unanimously declared their intention to
lynch the party, when Williams, intimidated
at their threats, confessed tho wide crime,
implicating- Jackson as the murderer. To
this accusation Jackson remained silent, re
sisting with stubbornness any attenpt to draw
the story from him.
The negroes on the place, bighty indignant
at such conduct, procured a large iron chain,
and placing it around Jackson’s neck, tied
him to a green sapling,which they bent down
for the purpose, and after hoisting Jickson
about six times into the air, he became tired
out and finally cor fessed his implication in
the murder, alleging as the cause the pros
pect of obtaining money. At tbs
Williams a neighboring ranch was
I lie on the mountain as fair anti a3 milil
As a rose on the breast of an innocent child.
And I hie me. way down to the valley below,
As noiseless and fleet ns a spirit could go !
I pierce through tho window all darke ned by pain,
To bring back tho dreamings of gladness again;
And I lay me down softly the cradle beside,
Like a promise of joy to the pathway untried!
I’m in the lone attic, where never a song
Of musio-.or pleasure would seem to belong;
Yet I throw o'er its darkness a glimmer of light
So pensive in beauty, wo cling to the sight.
My being is varied: I’m up with the day,
But long hefore'evtning I’m passing away ;
Yet, changeful and transient, I’m bright to the last
As a hope in the heart, or a dream ift the rast!
I am lovely and loved, for I como from tire sky,
Yet dearer to earth than to heaven am I s
For I cast the sweet mantle of peace o’er the mind
And leave not a token of sorrow behind 1
With my silvery pencil I stroke the blue sea. •
And.gem the bright waves as thoy float over mo;
On tho whito beach I make mo a pillow to sleep,
But the gate of the morn ’tis my province to keep:
With tho gentiert of blushes I garnish its bars, .
And dimmed is the light of the glorious stars;
Thci) away down tho slopo of the hill to the plain,
I am off on my mission of beauty again;
I stay not a moment, for sweet is my play
With tho dew on the grass at the opening of day;
And the shadow I leave in my beautiful path.
Like tho fading of Autumn, its radiance hath!
I am sent to the heart-stricken mourner below.
Yet a stranger am I to tho anguish of woe;
No grief have I tasted, no loss have I known,
For I live in the sunshine—the runt?, i.M alone ;
yet tho track of my footsteps falls soft ’mid the
gloom.
As a smile to a tear, so am I to tho tomb;
And aloft through the shade of the cypress I plant
ily beautiful banner all shining aslant!
I fear not tho dark-winged angel of death.
Yet I fly from the storm with its pitiless breath;
E’en the glow of the lightning grows faint on tKo
mind,
As I bear my light form on the wings of tho wind,
And speed like a spirit whoso mission is done.
To the “Crown ot my Glory,” tho beautiful Snn I
and the apron ol’ Jackson, spotted with
blood, was lound. A sliort distance from the
scene of the murder, six do’lars in greenbacks
were found, which one of the party had li st
in fulling over a - sump.
Notwithstanding the desire of the negroes
to execute summary vengeance upon the as
sassins, they were brought to Blackshear and
placed in jail.—Sat. Herald, 17tA
Trip of the Iron Ram Dunderburg.
For Colored Men.
A correspondent of the Montgomery Mail
contributes the following timely article on
MILKING TI1E SOUTHERN COW.
“I do not question her right to reject my suit,
Bnt why did sho kick mo down stairs?”
The Radicals, who now claim to be the es
pecial friend of the black man, have not only
refused him political and social equality in
tho North, but they have manifested their
friendship by levying on his peculiar indus
try the heaviest tax ever laid upon any peo
ple on earth. Fifteen dollars per bale on
cotton ! History will be ransacked in vain
for a parallel. The crop of last year is esti
mated at two million of bales, making the
tax thirty millions of dollars! This tax for
I860 and 1867,‘and it will probably be more
reauest of the present year, would purchase acomforta-
nrnrrbr ' ! ^ arm ever Y freedman in the South!—
. . nnt Ka eoirl tlrot ?li?o fov {o nof lanirl Kv
A Jerseymnn was recently arrested for flog
ging a woman, and excused the act by saying
he was near-sighted, and thought it'was his
wife 1
Death ok a Charleston Lady.—We re
gret exceedingly to learn that the estimable
:ady of Mr. George II. Mixer, of the Charles
ton Hotel, died in Charleston yesterday morn
ing.— Ana. Con. 16th.
The Bank Decision.—Tho aooount of a
recent decision in Richmond county by
Judge Reese, which wc published yesterday,
should have been credited to the Augusta
Chronicle & Sentinel ot the loth inst In its
issue of the day following, we find this cor
rection :
Messrs Editors—Yourpaper of Saturday re
ports the decision in the case of Heard hl The
Mechanics’ Bank. This report contains one
important mistake. The Court did decide
that the surrender of a charter was inopera
tive, till accepted by tlie Legislature; but
did not decide that tlic assignment of the
Bank was, as you state, “illegal and void.”—
No question was made as to the validity of
the assignment. It was not even offered in
evidence.
As to tlic remark that the decision meets
the approval of the “legal mind of this city,”
and will probably be aflirmed by the Supreme
Court I I have only to say that some, at least
of our ablest lawyers, are of a different opin
ion as to tlie decision of the Supreme Court.
We have no right to speculate. Lex.
£5?“ In his address recently, at Manhattan
City, Kansas, Senator Chandler expressed
himself in favor of seizing Canada to liquid
ate the Alabama claims. Chandler, while
keeping the cauldron of discord bubbling in
the South, is also anxious to get into hot
water in the North.
The great iron-clad ram Dunderbuig, which
has been sold to the French Government, left
New York Thursday on another trial trip.—
The Express says:
The Dunderburg has just taken on board
six 15-incb guns, a battery exceeding in power
any other vessel afloat, and consequently es
tablishing her as the most tremendous war
ship in the world. It is in this point of view
that the advisability of selling such an engine
of destruction to a foreign power may well
be questiqned, although it is not probable
that her guDs would In any event ever lie
turned against pur own shores, as she will
propably. be used by the French, her present
proprietors, as a floating steam fort, rather
than a regular sea-going ship; and further
more, there is no apparent likelihood of
foreign war for the present. Ourgovernment,
who had the relusal of her, permitted her to
be sold by her builder, Mr. Webb, on the
general principle of reducing our military and
naval expenses to the basis of a pence foot
ing.
She costs the French government not more
than two million dollars in gold, all told, in
eluding her immense armament of the largest
guns ever mounted on ship-board. She
considered perfectly invulnerable to shot of
the heaviest weight, while her own broad
sides, with a range of several miles, are capa
ble of destroying any vessel afloat, and can
not only protect a harbor from nil assailants,
but can destroy at will an enemy’s sea-ports
—whither she can be sent at short notice.—
Her sea going qualities will be tested on the
trial trip, when she will leave for France un
dor tlie command of the veteran Capt. Com
stock. Mr. Webb contracts to deliver her in
French waters. The statement that the
French war ship Jeon Bart will accompany
her as a convoy is incorrect.
Per contra, the World of the day following
speaks as follows of the Dundcrburg’s first
trip:
The ram Dunderburg went on a trip Wed
nesday, with the French officers on board,
and made thirteen and a half knots nn hour
—a speed which quite satisfied tho new
owners. It is now pretty well understood
that the United States lose and the French
gain very little in the way of naval strength
by the transfer of this vessel. She has size,
speed, is splendidly built, can carry an im
mense armament, and would be a powerful
ram if she could get near enough to the op
posing vessel. But in this is the difficulty.—
She is fatally defective iu tlie matter of ar
mor. The more recently constructed French
and English guns could knock her all to
pieces before she fairly got into action. This
the French well understand, but they bought
the Dunderburg merely to prevent the Prus
sians getting her. Mr. Webb is tho only
party who made anything by the change.
The loyal sanctified league of New
York have made another attempt to expel
Horace Greeley irom that sanctified flock,
and had the same success which they achieved
once before.
A Colored Register Killed in Hale.—
We regret exceedingly to learn that a dis
patch wnsreceivect in this city yesterday from
Mnj. C. W. Pierce, Sub-Assistant Commission
er of the Freedmen’s Bureau, stating that on
Thursday night, the 13th, inst, Alexander
Webb, a colored register in Hale county bad
been murdered, and asking that n reward be
offered for tlie murderer.—Mont.Adver. 14.
Tho Advertiser of the lGth relates the fol
lowing particulars of the event:
Alexander Webb, the colored Register,
walked into a store at Greensboro, and made
some statement which was denied by some
colored boys present. The storekeeper (whose
name we did not hear) interfered sustaining
the position of tlie boys, and bis assestion
was pronounced a d—n'lie. He asked Webb
if lie knew who bo was talking to. The ne
gro replied that li« did, a d—n sou of a b—h.
The storekeeper drew a pistol, shot him and
as soon as he could arrange his papers left.
The matter,we understand, had nothing to
do with the registry, and the colored man
forfeited bis life for u most wanton insult, and
as many white men have xlone under similar
circumstances.
Wouldn’t Stand It.—A good joke is told
us by a friend who was present at the freed -
nien’s celebration in Clayton last week. It
was proposed, before the procession was
formed, to bead the column with stars and
stripes proudly whipping the breeze, and tail
it with the stars and bars ignobly trailing in
the dust The proposition was submitted to
one of the most prominent and influential of
the colored marshals, who, when he heard it,
suffered his indignation to get the upper
hand of him. Be replied that no such thing
should be did w liar he was. He fout under
be confcderit flag, and if lie cotch any foiJl
nigger draggin ft along in de dirt be was
gwine to hurt him.’'—Eufaula News.
Let it not be said that this tax is not paid by
tbe freedman. He goes to the field. His la
bor grows the cotton and constitutes tbe base
of our industrial system, and must bear all the
super incumbent weight. Labor, everywhere,
finally pays all taxes. The Radicals do not v
lay any agricultural tax upon themselves,
upon their hay crop, nor their corn crop, nor
their wheat crop, nor any crop “that is
theirs.”
What is the object of-this enormous dis
criminating tax on cotton ? Is it to utterly
pauperize tbe South by way of punishment ?
Wliat has the black man done to incur Radi
cal resentment ? Is it laid for revenue ? If
so, wby allow, by the same law, the manu
facturer to draw from the Treasury three cents
per yard as a bounty for every yard ex
ported ? If needed for revenue, wby give it
away to a class already swollen with wealth ?
Mr. Greeley says it is wanted as “local reve
nue!” That is the secret, and the. locus is
the radical pocket!
The other day at Richmond, Gerrit Smith
who has heen a great radical light in bis
day. and seems to be a' frank man, likened
slavery to a cow, which he said the South
had held and the North had milked. The
South bad ceased to hold, but the milking
process nevertheless goes on. Well might
Mr. KeHey contrast onr poverty with the
bloated wealth of the North, for the South
has been “milked,” aye, nigh unto death, by
measures for local revenue, such as tariffs,
navigation laws, fish bounties, discriminating
cotton taxes, etc., etc., etc., and the milking
will go on while tbe Radicals rule. They are
practical slaveholders, for they appropriate
the proceeds of the freed man’s labor.
Tney come in the guise of charity, but
what is tbe pittance be receives through the
Bureau compared with this cotton tax ? It
is, “art thou in health, my brother,” like
Joab of old, while a sword smites under the
fifth rib. And now they seek to appropriate
his vote. No, Mr. Radical, you cannot de
ceive even the confiding freedman. There is
so much of wolf in you that all the wool on
earth could not hide it. You are so selfish
and grasping, your propensity to plunder and
aggrandise is so great and so well developed,
that you cannot beep up even the show of
generosity long enough to make the deception
succeed.
Shall Women Ride Astride?—In Salano
county, California, not long since, a young lady
was killed by falliDg from the horse on which she
was riding. While her animal was going at lull
speed sue fell, her skirts banging to the saddle,
dragging her for the distance ol half a mile, and
horribly mangling her body. Announcing the tact,
the San Jose Mercury adds:
“It she had been dressed in a suitable riding
habit, and had been seated upon her horse in the
only sale manner in which a horse can be ridden—
that is, astride—no? such accident could have oc
curred. A young lady from this city was thrown
from a horse last week and barely escaped with
her file. Accidents of this kind are alarmingly
frequent. It Is well that ladies who practice horse
back riding are usually lurnished with gentle
horses, or they would meet with far more acci
dents than they do now. There is death on the
side-saddle, sure, for every woman who follows the
present dangerous fashion of riding sidewise. It
s on'y a question of time; they are all bound to
break their necks in the end. It ladies would en
joy tho healthful pleasure of horseback rldiug,
safe from such dangerous accidents as that noted
above, they would wear tho modest and beautiful
Turkish riding dress, and ride astride."
Another Order.—Some of the New York
papers publish this “goak” on “Little Phil:”
New York, June 10, 1807.—I have just
received the following:
New Orleans, June 10, 1807.—Gen. Sher
idan lias just issued tbe following order:
New Orleans, Juno 10,18G7.
Special Order No. 8,990,5G1,732:
Andrew Johnson, tbe President of the Uni
ted States, being an impediment in the way
of tbo proper enforcement of tbe Reconstruc
tion Act, is removed Irom his office. It is not
thought necessary to fill the office, the Gen
eral commanding this Department feelin
himself competent to run the machine.
P. H. Sheridan,
3rajor General Commanding.
ESP The Jackson (Tenn.).Whig says : A
party of gentlemen in digging a ditch, in
Hatchie bottom, in this county a few weeks
ago, for the purpose of draining a slough,
found imbedded in hard clay, at the distance
of five feet from tlie surface, a large turtle,
alive, nud in good condition. How it came
there, and on what it fed, are mysteries that
c leave for naturalists and geologists to ex
plain.
The Fort Phil. Kearney Massacre.—
Gen. N.B. Buford, one of the members of the
commission appointed to investigate the
Fort Phil. Kearney massacre, in his report to
the Government, just made, looks upon that
atrocity as the result of the violation of treaty
stipulation on the part of certain white men,
by an attempt to locate a new route to Mon
tana not demanded by the publio interest.
C3P" We are told that a widow in Paris,
aged forty-five, married a young man aged
ghteen. By her first husband she had a son,
hose age at the time of her second marriage
as twenty-one. She recently died, and by
her will left her fortune to her son and hus
band. As her husband was not ot age, her
son was appointed hi3 guardian.
I am an engineer. Every since the C. road
was laid, I’ve traveled over it every day, or
nearly every day of my life.
For a good while I’ve had the same.engine
in diiarge—the San Francisco—tlie-prettiest
engine on the road, and as well managed, if
I say it, as tlic best.
It was a Southwestern road, running, we
will say, from A. to Z. At A. my good old
mother lived; at Z. I had the sweetest little
wife under the sun, and a baby: and "I always
bad a dollar or to put" by for a rainy day,
I was an odd kind of a man. Being shut
up with' the engine, watching with all yoyr
eyes and heart and soul, inside and out, don’t
mnke a man talkative.
My wife’s name was- Josephine,'’and I call
ed her Joe, Some "people tailed me unsoci
able, and couldn’t understand how a man
could feel friendly without saying ten words
an hour. So, though I had a few old friends
—dear ones, too—I did not liavo.so many
acquaintances as most people, and did not
.care to have. * Tho house which held my
wife and baby was the dearest place on earth
to me, except tlie old house which held my
mother up in A.
I never belonged to a club, or mixed my
self up with strangers in any such way, and
nevershould if it had not been for Granby,
You see Granby wusouo of the shareholders
—a handsome, showy fellow. I liked to talk
with him, and wc were friends. He often
rode from Z. to A. and back again, and once
said:
“You ought to belong to" tbe Scientific
Club, Geuldon.”
"Never heard ol it,” said I,
“I am a member,” said he. “We meetonce
a fortnight, and have a jolly good time. We
want tliinkingmen, like you. Wehave some
among us now. I’ll propose you, if you
like.”
I was fond of such things, and I bad ideas
that I fancied might be worth something.—
But then an engineer don’t have nights and
days to himself, and the club would have
one evening in a fortnight from Joe. I said.
“I’ll ask her. If she likes it, yes. ”
“Ask whom ? ” said he.
“Joe,” said I.
“If every man had asked his wife, every
man’s wife would have said, ‘can’t spare you,
I my’dear,’ and wc should have had no club at
all,” said Granby.
But I made no answer. At borne I told
Joe. She said:
. “Then if Granby belongs to it, they must
be superior men.”
‘ No doubt,” said I.
“It isn’t everybody wlio could be made a
member,” said Joe. “Wby, of course, you
must say yes.”
So I said yes, and Granby proposed me.—
Thursday fortnight, I went with him to the
rooms. There were some men there with
brains, and some without. The real business,
of the evening was tbe supper, and so it was
every evening.
I’d always been a temperate man. I ac
tually did not know what effect wine would
have upon me; "but coming to drink more of
it than I ever had, at the club table, I found
it put the steam on. After so many glasses,
wanted to talk; after so maDy more I
did.
I seemed like somebody else, tbe words
were so ready. My little ideas came out and
were listened to; I made sharp bits; I in
dulged in repartee; I told stories; I even
came to puns. I heard one say to Granby,
“By George, that’s a man worth knowing.
I thought him dull at first.”
Yet I knew it was better to be quiet Ned
Gueldon, with his ten words an hour, than
the wine-made wit I was.
I was sure of it when, three hours after,
stumbled up stairs to find Joe, waiting for
me, with her babe on her breast.
“You’ve been deceiving me,” said Joe.
suspected it, but I wasn’t sure. A scientific
club couldn’t smell like a bar-room.”
“Which means I do,” said L waving in the
middle of the room like a signal flag at a sta
tion, and seeing two Joes.
“And look like one,” said Joe; and she
went and locked herself and tbe baby up in
tbe spare bed-room together.
“Ned,” said she, “do ypu think a thing so
much like a bottled up and strapped
down demon as steam is, is fit to put into the
bands of a drunken man ? And some day,
mark my words, the time will come when not
only Thursday night, but all the days of tbe
week will be the same. I’ve often heard you
wonder what the feelings of an engineer, who
has about tbe same as murdered a train full
of people, must be, and you will know if you*
don’t stop where you are. A steady hand
and a clear head have been your blessings all
these years. Don’t throw them away, Ned,
If you don’t care for my love, don’t ruin
yourself.”
My little Joe! She spoke irom her heart
and I bent over aud kissed her.
One club night, as I was dressed to go, Joe
stood before me.
“Ned,” said she, “I never bad a fault to
find with you before. You’ve been kind, and
good, and loving, always; but I shall be sor
ry we ever met, if you go on in this way.—
Don’t ask me wliat I mean. You know.”
“Joe,” said I, “it is only one club night.”
“It will grow,” said she.
Then she put her arms around my neck.
“Don’t be afraid, child. I’ll never pain
you so again.”
And I meant it; but at 12 o’clock that
nigut I felt that I had forgotten my promise
an I tuy resolution.
1 could’nt go home to Joe. I made up
my mind to sleep on the club sofa and leave
the place for good next day. Already I felt
my brain reel as I never bad before. In an
hour I was in a land of stupor.
It was morning. A waiter stood ready to
brush my coat I saw a grin upon lira face.
Sly bead seemed ready to burst; my hand
trembled. I looked at my watch; I saw that
I had only five minutes left to reach the
- -JIPffijlPH
Joe’s words came to my mind. Was I fit
to take charge of an engine ? I was not fit
to answer. I ought to have asked some sober
man. As it was, I only caught up my hat
aud rushed away. I was just iu time.
The San Francisco glistened in the morn
ing sun. The cars were filling rapidly.
From my post I could hear the talking—bid
ding each other good-bye, promising to write
and come again. Among them was an old
gentlemen I knew by sight—one of the share
holders; he was bidding two timid girls
adieu.
“Good-bye, Kitty—good-bye, Lue,” I heard
him say; “don’t be nervous. The San Fran
cisco is the safest engine on tbe line, and
Gueldon the most careful engineer. I would
not be afraid to trust every mortal I love in
the batch to their keeping. Nothing could
happen wrong with tlie two together.”
I said, “I’ll get through it somehow, and
Joe shall never talk to me again.” After all
it was easy enough. I reeled as I spoke. I
heard tlic signal. We were off.
Five hours from L. to D.; five hours back.
On the last I should be mvsclf again, I knew.
I saw a red flutter, and never guessed wliat it
was until wo were past the down train at the
wrong place. Two minutes more aud we
should have had a collision. Somebody told
me. I laughed. I heard him say respect
fully—
“Of course, Mr. Gueldon, you knotv what
you arc about ?”
Then I was alone, and wondering whether
I should go slower or faster, I did something,
and the cars rushed on at a fearful rate.
The same man who had spoken to me be
fore, was standing near me. I heard some
questions.
How many miles an hour are we making ?
did not know.
Rattle, rattle, rattle. I was trying to
slacken tlie speed of the San Francisco. I
could not remember what I should do. Was
it this or that ? Faster—only faster. I was
playing the engine like a child.
Suddenly there was a horrible roar—a crash ;
was flung somewhere. It was in the water.
splinters; dead, dying and'wounded were
strewn around—men, women, children, old
age and tender youth. There’were groans
and slirieks of despair. The maimed cried
nut in pair; the uninjured bewailed their
dead ; and a voice, unheard by any other, was
in my ear whispering “murder.”
' The news had gone back to A. and people
came thronging down, to find their lost ones.
Searching for an old man’s daughter, I came
to a place under the trees, and fiye bodies
were lying there in all their rigid horror—an
old woman, a young one, a. baby and two
little children. It was a pure fancy, bom to
my anguish—they looked like—oh! great
heqverf! there were .old mother, my wife, my
children t all cold- and dead.
• How’did they come op. the train ? What
chance had brought this about ? I gazed on
the-good old face, of her who had given me
birth, on the lovely features of my wife, on
the innocent children. I called them by
name; there was no answer. -There never
could be—never would be. And a3 I com
prehend this, onward up the track thunder
ed another train. Its red eye glared on me;
I flung myself before it; I felt it crush me to
atoms? I
“His head is' very hot,” said somebody.
I opened my eyes and saw my wife.
“How do ‘you feel ?” she said, ** a little
better ?”
I was rejoiced and so Astonished by the
sight of her that I could, ndt speak at first.
She repeated the question."
“I must he crushed to pieces,” said I, “for
the train went over nie; bnt I feel no paip.”
. “There he goes about tlie train again,” re
marked my wife. “Wby Nqd!”
I tried to move; nothing was tlie matter,
with me;'I sat up. I was in my own room,
opposite the crib- in which- t\yo children
were asleep. . • *
My wife and children were safe! Was I
delirious, or could it be—?
“Joe,” cried I, “tell me liow it’happencd.”
“It’s 9 o’clock,” said Joe. “ You came
home in such a dreadful state from the club
that I couldn’t wake you. You were not fit
to manage steam and risk people’s lives. The
San Franeisco is half way to A., I suppose,
and you have been frightening me to death
with your dreadful talk."
And Joe began to cry.
It was a dream—only anawful dream. But
had lived through it all as though it was
reality.
“Is there a Bible in the house, Joe,” said L
“Are we heathens,” said Joe.”
“Give it to me this moment, Joe.”
She brought it, and I put my hand on it
and took an oath (too solemn to be repeated
here) that what bad happened never should
happen again. It never has. And if the
San Francisco ever come3 to grief, the ver
dict will not be, as it ought to be so often—
the engineer got drunfc.
tetter From_2Vt ontva ^
Montvale Springs, Eisr T
. .' " June 13 1807 5 -! 1
Editors Telegraphy K there h ‘‘ Q . '
your many readers who is jlmostsuff
with heat and dust of the crowded •
one*pale and weak invalid' who ^"
change of climate, let me tell Li n ^
your columns where relief may be h a
at Montvale, away from busy toil a , B; "
of every day life, and which wastes th
and body away, one can-find fi Weet e t 8 i »i
repose. If an elysium was ever W ^
earth-, this must have been theermf T*. 9
Woilld that every poor, emaeuuJd 1^3
drags a miserable existence m t fc e
city, could-spend a few weeks iu thh-
orating locality, and return' to tip
wdl.again, and thanking God forhsL'^
rectcd them to the fountain of life. \ g4
deed feel thankful that chance led me ^
spot, where the work of i mpr0T ^
health and spirits has begun under 3 *
- : - : ous circumstances. If I conM c . h s *
with sufficient force, I>ould * '
description of Montvale, but as it is it ‘
be an impossibility. Suffice it to’* ^
everything the nature-loving eye would^3'
m grandeur of scenery can be f oun d 3
lovely glen. The Chillhouse mountaiZ
immediately in rear, and form a back 3
of living green to the pretty village
From down its sides ever comes an exh;
ting breeze to cool the few sunbeam! f
might by accident, struggle tWw
heavy foliage. 6 L!
Messrs. White & Whitlock, the compete-
and obliging hosts, have left nothin. 3
that would add tb the comfort or
WHO JE MY NEIGHBOR?
This touching little piece, says one of our
exchanges, has been floating about for many
years, and is occasionally cast up on the
shore of newspaperdom. It is worthy of
preservation, and may well be laid to heart
in this all too bitter-minded day:
Thv neighbor? It it Uo whom thou
Hast power to aid and bless:
Whose aching heart or burning brow
Tby soothing hand may press.
Thy neighbor ? ’Tis tho fainting poor
Whose oye with want is dim.
Whom hunger sends from door to door—
Go thou and succor him!
Thy neighbor? ’Tis that weary man.
Whose years are at their brim.
Bent low with sickness, cares and pain—
Go thou aud comfort him 1
Thy neighbor? ’Tis the heart bereft
Of every earthly gem:
Widow and orphan, helpless left—
Go thou and shelter them!
Thv neighbor? Yonder toiling slave.
Fetter’d in thought and limb.
Whose hopes are all beyond the grave—
Go thou and ransom him 1
Whcn’er thoumeet’st a human form
Less favor’d than thine own.
Remember ’tis thy neighbor worm.
Thy brother or thy son.
Oh, pass not, pass not heedless by!
Perhaps thou const redeem
The breaking heart from misery—
Go, share thy lot with him.
Robert Coffin.
The Weed of the South*
From the New York Commercial Advertiser.]
During tbe month of May nearly forty
thousand emigrants arrived at this port
alone. As usual the great bulk of them were
destined for the West, and but few for tbe
South, where they are more needed, and
would receive a heartier welcome than any
where else. No such opportunities and
openings for strangers have presented them
selves since the settlement of this country as
are now offered in the late Confederacy.
Lauds cleared, cultivated and with buildings
can be obtained dirt cheap. Those who now
go there will not live as strangers among a
strange people, bnt will be cordially welcom
ed, and will bear a part and exert an influ
ence in tbe reconstruction of society. Tlie
soil is most fertile, and the climate most au
spicious. Why, then, are these opportuni
ties not embraced? Simply because ofig
norancc. In past years Euiopeans have been
led to look upon the great West as the de
sirable portion of the United States. They
cherished the impression that the Southern
States, however health and fertile, have been
surrounded by n Chinese wall, barring tbe
advance of emigrants in that direction; that
tbe people were inseparably wedded to slave
institutions, and were opposed to having
free, brought into competition with their
slave labor.
The Southern States, with the exception of
South Carolina, have made little or uo effort
to remove this impression, and inform Euro
peans of the grent revolution that has taken
place among them. The latter, therefore,
naturally continue to wend their way to the
far West. Now, it behooves our Southern
countrymen to be up and doing, if they
would turn the tide of emigration in that di
rection. Organized persistent efforts should
be put forth in every direction. Agents
should be despatched abroad to enlighten
strangers in regard to their section before
sailing, and they should be button-holed im
mediately upon their arrival here by other
agents. Emigration has contributed vastly
toward making the Northern, Eastern and
Western States wliat they are to-day, aud the
same agency is now required in recuperatiu
and building up tbe Southern States.
Wo are glad to see that Virginians are
waking up to the necessity of putting forth
uch efforts as will secure this necessary emi-
ration. The capitalists, land owners, farm
ers and others have just held a Convention at
Alexandria, and adopted plans for attracting
strangers thither. They voted to establish
agencies in the leading cities of the United
States and of Europe; to establish a Virginia
Land Agency, with authority to dispose of
lands at fairly estimated values, and to col
lect information in regard to the soil, loca
tion, etc., of the lands that can be brought
into market. They further unanimously rc-
olvcd “that the great need of this State is
that the lands of Virginia should be divided
into smaller farms, in order to promote tbe
settlement among us of real owners of the
soil, who will thus have a direct interest in
future welfare and prosperity of the State.”
This is a move in the right direction, and if
followed up with energy will undoubtedly be
attended with the happiest results.
-A Washington letter
The Cotton Croi*.-
says:
Some of the newspaper estimates of the
prospective yield of cotton put the figures
up to 4,000,000 of bales—more than twice the
crop of the jiast year. Tbe information of
the Department does not warrant the hope
of more than three millions, while there is
more reason to think it will be nearer two
millions than fliree, and that yield would
probably produce more money to tbe South
pests ; for more than a year improveZ
have been going steadily on until notiJJ
lacking. Tbe pleasures and quiet of a lo-
can safely be promised; that dnllroZ
usually kept in hotel life is not to be Z
here, for amusements have been so arraZ
as not to disturb the most retired, ai fiZ;
time the pleasure seeker would be under!
restraint. These waters are unsuip^f
the cure of many diseases-numerons test]
monials, as well as my short experience, aj.
ford evidence; their rare medical quality
have given health.to scores of people info,
mer years. Black Sulphur Springs areot
three miles distant, not too far for a deligk
ful drive over a smooth and even road «
“dewy eve.” The watersof these Springsi*
much stronger, but not exceeding those i
Montvale in curative powers. The gayetia?
the season will soon commence, and nur
disciples of Terpsichore will trip light fo-
'tastic toes to tbe merry strains of a full fcuf
especially engaged. Having in former dip
had a passion for such amusements, Ir]
iu more maturer years participate, in how
of returning health; provided, some ft
creature will honor me with “her handforue
first set.”
Throughout this portion of Tennessee a
crops are rather backward, but lookkf ]
healthy, and the fields are apparently inpe-
fect order, showing that some of the rife
have more thought for their daily breadtia
the political questions of the day. IVk
promises an abundant yield. What a gk>
ous biscuit prospect there is in tbe shortfr
ture—a prospect more to be enjoyed th
even tbe defeat ofBrownlow m theapproxh
ing election.
The office-seeking ranters who are stump
ing the State do not create as many distn-
bances as outsiders are led to believe Tu
people as well as tlie candidates have becca
accustomed to abusive language fromtk
stand. One can travel in any portion ofEa
Tennessee with as much imp unity as in Gk-
gia. We bare among us several Georgia
who are eager to get papers from our 3tH
Your familiar face has found its way here B
the extreme gratification of all from tbe “Ti
ritory.”
Pardon for intruding, and believe me to tt
Very truly, L
Crops in West Florida.
Greenwood, Jackson co., Fla. June li
Editors Telegraph: Corncrop3 are goods
present, there is a sufficiency of land «pf-
printed to corn in this county withe®
yield to produce more than it will eoasc:i
Cotton is very backward, “lousy” and h-
stands, even with tbe best cultivation si
cannot expect full crops.
. Freedmcn have improved upon last
labor and would make bountiful supplies:-
themselves and families, but for their pre
disposition to leave their labor and swum-
plat es of speaking, which confuses then e-
improves them none. We favor enlightecx
them by the common modes of education-
W.P-G
A Witness in the Surratt Cssc.
Mrs. Dr. Benson, formerly Mrs. Miff ^
petb, has arrived in this city from
testify in the Surratt case. Shew* __ .
membered as the witness whoteRih™^
assassination trial in regard to fi&aujl,
ter in a New York street car signed to
Selby.” The letter was addre^d
Louis,” and goes on to say:
at last come that we have all s ° ^ j;
and upon you everything depeuu*
was decided before you left, we ^ er * nsK i3
lots. Accordingly we did so, ana I A
be the Charlotte Corday of the “ 1 fearful,
century. When you remember 18 at jl
solemn vow that was taken by us
feel there is no drawback. ^■ l3C
and now. You can choose your w
the cup, the knife, the bullet. The P
us once and might again,” &c. , - w-g
Mrs. Hudspeth testifies to nerS*
in November, 1S64, and describes t
who dropped it in tbe street cars vr gj
icate hands indicated that be . tttr to
leisure. Mrs. Hudspeth took t--c .
General Scott, and it was forward' 6 fel
General Dix to President Lincoln, w j,
to attach little importance to it,jan ^
in his desk. It is probable that. ; m(J oyW
ment will bring forward this t
show that the assassination ot - ' n0 ttl#
had long heen premeditated, and '' ^ y
result of a sudden change <h P
Booth on the very day that it to P
[ Washington Cor. Herald, i
than the average for the past ten or fifteen
By a miracle I was only sobered—not hurt, years, the last crop, under 1,900,000 bales,
House Struck ey Liohtnikp- t ]t -
the thunder-storm on Saturday »
the residence of Mr. A. M- -" ls .fe tjoo*
city, was struck by lightning; ^ _ j,;:
was protected by two lightning ^
we suppose that there must J»v ;
defect in them. The electriejy
UU1CLL 1U UICIU. a**'-' 1o llnU'inSf 0 .■
have divided, a portion ot it fol- j ^Sf
the lightning rods into the £
diinSjW 0 “
gained the shore. I stood upon the ground
between the track and the rivers edge, and
there gazed at my own work.
The engine was in fragments, the cars in
producing to tlie growers the largest gross
income, with possibly one or two exceptions,
when the crop was extraordinary, ever real
ized.
another portion tore up a - . ^
of the rooting, scattering tfl< v ‘'_ c j i ' r
the roof and ‘into tlic yard, and p- ^ e> -e
through the house into the S 10 ' ,' to
happy to state that no injury r * *
member ot Mr. Nisbot’s fomflj ■
momentary shock.—Fed. Uhtoi ■
tlr pioBi
J3F” A hard-working, cnlineD og(
woman once said: “I don t wa^
hard-working, e0 to
said: “I don’t want ^
heaven as soon as I die, but rather ^ ^ ^
the grave a thousand years |ir
rested.”