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I>WM IWUrtaM pwth. ’V****x 2»* aDaySurogsfe T '* Hraak IX. »wk u 4 »»l yea Lea, yan la <h* ton !•, -**• no I«*»- *•** « ’«a» aad warn J •ntota to. toaa* full,. rw>«, w. .■wutoKte r«M t&EailHSSW’ , li»<r K£SS Wanted, Land Warrants, '.caved to *ol.l!*r» ot tho War at the iUrt.r tMNAu Tweed to aoMlera nt the War of MIX. Tao Hi fl to aoldlees ot the War with Taev-d to anldter. nt any war Will a*ao Lar rea** fhirreyor OrneraJ’a Ceritflcatee. kfrieub taral Ortleya Pcrtp. Sr-ltler's Additional Ho«n*- »»vi right*. Fte»at itoserv* Land, or any «*UM Land Warrs-to or I-and Scrip. Wil! par • i-'t earn aw def-.-ery of mrera. W.B.mo«EM-Ineotw«.t-.Fl*l<..l'eß'rer.Col. BED*WETTIriG EN U-RE SINE caret KM Wetitng, art in- W.W cwotUMOc al urine darina WS*iji®Rs&r the day t. me, bote la tbr o 3 ;jy *rl png. It I, the only *flß*'Jk** enra freperwl by a phyai-iaa •*“ roaraotetw It. Lad!-. F' "TWgt f-ebM e.iht'r-j'Wf dr aire to urtaateatol a burning •»>'->a c<>» It » .1 ;-rfwt TK?W s - *»t Ser.! your a..,' -M WaßmW».il3Nßl •' n* y s. may tw ' :n 1..»d ro- eatre wale-1 a tree $ BY | BOOKKEEPING, . ja-. |M|A l| PENMANSHIP, K&W mMIU SHORTHAND, Bft Mt, taesht mu>at rit sr ntn. dortuy jT 1 roar rpar* boon. Pajr $lB »:uuoa. "MJi book*. •»«.. AFTEB POSITION that pays SlB ar aatwo yer week u SEPI’RED. Batter than per- ————— Eualneaa men TK.'TrSS HONE STUDY Wttß enll-r-a m-thMa an the heat PrVeo and attnay taaeimerua'a !a oar 9ft paca -Onoklec B,” seot free. Ad-Treea Oar. Departtneat, DKAUGHON'3 P. BCSINKAS COI.I KGB, Box R. .«. Naobrlllo, Taua, U.S. A. 'maps. Os the State of Georgia and of the United States. This is the map wo are offering with a year's sub ocription to our Semi-Weekly for only >I.OO. The Georgia Map has all the citlee and towns and you can locate any of them without trouble. The -ailroads are all on and in traveling you know what road you go over. The population of every county and tewn la given. It is printed in ftve colors. On tho reverse side of tho Georgia map is tho map of tho United States and all of our foreign pcsaesxions printed in seven colors, it gives the population of every state and eountry for tho census of 1900. A Het of more than 400 of tho principal eltiee of tho United States le given with the population for tho census years of IS7O, ISSO, ISOO and of IPOO. The population of each state Io printed in red Ink across the face of the state. No family should bo without thio map. and npw la tho time to ret one, subeerlbe or renew your sub ecriptien. The Semi-Weekly Journal one year with eno of those maps post paid for only *I.OO. Don’t you want one? Address, THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL. ATLANTA. GA. In a Frightful Predlctament. Kxchanye. ’‘WSMbedP* The rxetted man cbeerd back and forth be- • de th* train. s« be rar- utterance to th!» cry. "ITut It to not to bad.” urged a cooler pae yabMr. "It to fcorrfbto." ercl.-im-d the excited man. "No one haa been killed." tnctsted the cool . **As yet no one baa died." admitted the ex cited maa. **Anl no on* to likely to.’* The exc*tcd man ranked and locked at the ether attyteyiy. "Wrl&mt*y." he said, "yon don't know the worst. Ltoten.” "WeUF' "We were in the smoker, playing cards." “Ten" T*‘e last ftwk had Just been emptied when the -rash enme." , "w»at «< nr* "What ot It? Why. mm, tVr* are are of us I fruea Kentucky and we're wrecked in a pro t.-'Wdkm etale.” Than at toot the frightful nature of the xsas. -uphe was arxareet to tho tnaa who had AGENTS WANTED -FOR- Sami-Weekly Joanal By accepting the agency and devoting your spare momenta to canvassing among yeu» friends you ean tnttko It very yreMt abla We want good loea! egants In every town tn the Southern Staten and we want you to reurweent us. We have a very attractive premium list and tho agents' eontaot wf!l interest yen. So far thio year wo hero divided among etn* agents MEM fa eeOh and new have a S3A4S contest en. It will surely pay you to work for the ■owl-Woek’y JOurnet For iefrrtneUen, terms aad an ewtflf address Ub Seßii-Weakly hum! ATLANTA, CA-. ‘S <♦♦♦»♦»♦♦♦♦ 414 »♦♦♦♦♦♦♦»♦»+ 1 1 M♦♦♦<! 1 11 | A. B. LONGSTREET. | WL WIT i george g. smith, d. d. ❖ DlylnL oLnULAK. Vlnoville, Mecon, Georgia. >: TEACHER, EDITOR J'JST after tho Revolution, a colony of Now Jersey people, among whom were David Longstreet and William Longstreet, came to j-.orgia. William Longstreet was by trade a builder and contractor. David seems to have been a clerk, and of him we know nothing more than that he was clerk of the house for several terms. William Longstreet was married, and had a small family, when he came to the sprightly growing town of Au gusta, then under the government of the trustees of the Richmond academy. His wife wa« Hannah Randolph, who descended from a stanch New Eng land Puritan, and was of the same stock from which John Randolph, of Roanoke, descended. His new home was on Reynolds street, not far from St. Paul's church. Augustus Baldwin was rector of the Richmond academy, and died tn Augusta. Whether he was a kinsman of the Longstreets or not, I cannot say, but when a baby was born to William and Hannah, in 1790. the ' new-comer was named Augustus Bald win Longstreet. William Longstreet was net a very thrifty man. He was over given to projects. He believed that eteam could be used to propel boats, and. although it was somewhat difficult tn those days to construct engines, he successfully made one, and crossed the Savannah in a steamboat long before Fulton steamed up the Hudson. Before Ell Whitney made his cotton machine, he made what he called a cotton picker, which was de signed to do the came work. None of these schemes made him rfch and the thrifty Hannah kept a boarding house on Broad s geet. Little Augustus was quite a lad when one day Sir. Meals, of the firm of Meals & Calhoun, saw on a cotton cart a little red-headsd country boy, whose bright replies attracted him, and he asked him if he would like to be a clerk in a store, and told him if he would, to Anne to Augusta and he would give him a place. Ono day soon afterwards little George McDuf fie. with all his belongings in a cotton handkerchief, reported. Little George was to have bls victu als and clothes as his wages, and the firm boarded him with Mrs. Ixwg street. and he was put in the attic with her incorrigable boy, Augustus. Augustus, I am sorry to say, st that time was a sad little reprobate. He was bright as a dollar, active as a kitten and mischievous as a monkey. He was going to the Richmond acade my, where the old-time teachers med the old-time birch to but poor purpose to make him etudy. The little Scotch boy who was engaged to sell goods' and aitteßt the store paid scant attention to his mercantile work, and gave much time to reading and study. The old judge told me: "'I taught him Latin, and he taught me arithmetimi' It was soon evident to Meals & Casnoun that while they had a genius In the store, they certainly did not have a prom ising salesman: so one day James Cal houn said to his brother John: "I’ve a boy here who will never make a merchant, but he will make a lawyer. Let us give him an education. You pay for his schooling to Dr. Waddell, and William will give him his board and I will clothe him and give him his books." And so George McDuffie snd Augustus Longstreet were thrown to gether at Dr. Waddell’a school among the beeches in Abbeville. Young Longstreet was eighteen years old when he went to Wellington and twenty-one when ha left It for Yale. In that inimitable hook, so little ap preciated. and now almost unknown. "William Mitten.*' he gives a graphic picture of this Rugby of the, south. It wss the one school of Georgia and South Carolina. The finest youth* of these states were sent to the doctor to be made ready for collage. . I know no more delightful chapter in Turn Brown, of Rugby, than the one which Judge Longstreet tells of Dr. Wad dell and bls boys In the seclusion of Abbeville. There was no qeed of the bireh to make young Longstreet study. The old judge said to me: "When George McDuffie came to Wellington I was studying Virgil. The doctor put him in the grammar, he went through it in four days, though of course he had studied it before. We were permitted to read all the Latin we could. One day when the old doctor came to the school room, the usher was far behind. *What's the mat ter Y said the doctor. T have been bearing that Virgil class,* said the usher. 'How much did they read? 'Four hundred lines.” said the usher.' 'Augustus Longstreet can't do that To save his life.' 'Well, ho did do it today.’ TH hear that class to morrow myself,’ said the doctor. The boys were thrown on their metal. The doctor told them to read. They read one hundred, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hundred lines. The Domino looked at them in amasement. •Well.’ ho said, *how much have you readY 'Twelve hundred lines.’ ‘Ho nearly made me work myself to death.” tho old judge said. “When Longstreet was twenty-one he went to Yale and graduated in Hit, when he was twenty-three. Ho spent another year at Litchfield studying law and in IMS he returned to Georgia, and was admitted to the bar. He settled in Greensborough to prac tice law. There was a fair young maiden of an old Virginia family, lovely as a dream, and an heiress, who lived in tho same small town. The result might have been predicted. The young lawyer and the heiress married. He was made a judge when he was thirty-two and a judge was aq august personage in those days. He was a stanch Republican and there was a fierce political fight going on, so he entered the field as a candidate for congress. Life was all sunshine to him then. He had talentg, wealth, youth, popular favor, a wife he adored, and a child he idolised. Then the shadows fell and all the world was changed, for his little boy died. No man who heard his merry jests, who heard his witty tales, who heard his notes on the flute, could have dreamed of the depth of his nature and the wildness of his grief at thia bereavement. He was living with Mr. Torrence, who was his wife’s step father. He was a lovable man and was a Christian and the young judge was an infldel. Mrs Torrence died the next day after bis child died. The judge was tn such agony that he felt he Would go mad, but Mr. Torrence with a deeper grief was calm. Morning and evening at Ha fireside the good man prayed with the family. He was calm because he believed In God and heaven. The judge th-«n began to pray. Then to study the Bible. This result ed as It always does. In hie becoming a believer. He was three years a Christian in private, before he con nected Mm self with the church. One night Adlel Sherwood preached and my grandfather exhorted and as we Methodists say. asked up mourners. The judge came. Then he and his wife joined the Methodists. He was for these days a rfch man, but ho was an ardent politician and a fine lawyer. He wanted a larger field, so he sold bls estate In Greene and fixed his home in Augusta- He was a warm friend of Calhoun and a decided foe of Jackson. He took sides with the nulllflers and edited The Augusta Sentinel in Augusta. While he was editor of this states rights journal, he wrote the Georgia goenea under various uoxn da plum—, THE CEMI-WEEKKY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MONDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1902. Ae was a leading member of the Meth odist church and he was already a local preacher when he wrote this rolllcksome book. The articles were published weekly and created a great sensation. The absurd statement has been made that he was ashanied of the book and tried to suppress it. Nothing could be falser. He was as proud of this bantling as any other author ever was. It was the first book of realistic short stories ever , written on this continent, and ie still one of the beet. It has held its place for over 60 years In popular favor. But he grew weary of law and of political life. He was a local preacher and he determined to give up the bar for the pulpit. He was fond of the legal profession, but his duty called him to other fields. He was wanted and needed in the work of the minis try. He was admitted into the confer ence and appointed a junior preacher to Augusta. He was calm, dispassion ate, argumentative In preaching, so much so that Uncle John, his old slave, used to say, "Mars Gustus can’t preach, he just gets up and laws it.” He bore himself nobly when Augusta was swept by yellow fever. Then he became president of Emory, but after he was elected to this office, he won a case in the court for the famous German Schults, and received a fee of |IO.OW. Then he fixed hia home where Dr. Dickey now lives in Oxford, and here I first knew him, sixty years . ago. He was a Methodist, but he loved the flute and the fiddle and would pat his foot when the band played a live ly air, much to the astonishment of Uncle Allen Turner. He wm a great favorite with his boys, but he had nerve as well as grace. There are not a few stories told of him and of his boys. One night “Devil Seab Jones,*’ ee he was called to distinguish him from a soberer kinsman, stole his gig and put it In his front perch. The judge had it taken back to the carriage house and after breakfast, when “Devil Seab” had been unusu ally demure, he said to him: “Mr. Jones, why did you take my gig from the carriage house and put it In my porch T” “Well, sir,” said the detected cul prit, ”1 was worn out by study, and I did It for recreation. 1 am very sorry If it caused you any annoyance.” "Well, Mr. Jones, your motive was commendable, but it seems to me you did not act wisely. When you are ex hausted again, come over to the house and the girls will give you some music, and I will play you some airs on my flute." Weeks passed, all was forgotten, wlen one night Mr. Jones appeared about 9 o’clock In the evening. The judge met him and asked hie mission. He told him he was really exhausted x and needed recreation. The judge went into the parlor and played his flute, but Seab did not go. Miss Jennie and Miss Fannie did not appear. Shylock was unrelenting and so the bond was paid, the girls came in and gave the concert. Then the courtly Jones, grace fully retired, completely restored to vigor. When he reached the gate the judge called: "Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones! the next time you come, take the sulky." Then he went as chancellor of the University of Mia sisal ppi. then to South Carolina, then the war came, and after its close he went back to Missiesippt, where his daughters, Mrs. L. Q. C. Lamar and Mrs. Dr. Bran ham. were living, and when he was K he passed sweetly and calmly away. What a contrast does this Christian statesman, this man who lived to do good, present to come of hie greet co temporsrits and friends. WHY NOT SUBSCRIBE NOW? The Semi-Weekly Journal la tho best paper of Ite kind printed In the South. It reachee you twice a week, giving telegraphic newt ae well ae the boot mlacollaneeue reading to be found anywhere. The price of thle psper is less than one cent a copy, 104 issues for only fll.OO, and you got a premium aloe, REFLECTIONS OF A BACHELOR. New Tort Press The top runes ot ths social ladder are red hex Iron. Twine tnaks a bigger family than twlee that many spread over mors ttme. The beat Investment any man can make to a judicious compliment here and there. How much evil there Is in the world depends on how much evil we ars determined to find. Vanity bega for an Invitation where It is not wanted, and then flatters Itself It to honored. Th* eetne ktnd of people that speak of the “guests" of a boarding house would call ths mon who spend their money in a rum-shop Its clients. Th* saving grace of a woman to that, however low eh* fails, there is always something which can make her blush. POINTED PARAGRAPHS. Chicago Daily News. Men of leisure seldom have time to do any thing. The artist always has the best of it in a drawn battle. It is not every client who is able to keep his ewn counsel. Never judge an insurance compaay by the blotter It gives away. Habits grow on a man, but a small boy soon outgrows his habits. A philosopher has an excuse for any old thing except the toothache. It to the man who snores loudest who al ways manages to get to sleep first in a sleeping ear. Many a young man gets to the front by se curing a job as a motorman on a trolley car. A toper must think his stomach Is a spirit lamp, judging by the way he pours in the al eohol. Photographers are very charitable; they are always anxious to take the beet views of man kind. When a married man wants anything for his own use lie never tells his wife he can’t af ford it. It to a great deal easier to teach an old dog new trick* than It 1* to make him forget hi* old ones. Job holds the record for patience—but then be never had to buy Christmas presents for all his wife’s relations. It isn’t necessary to speak the truth at all times, and even lie* should be given a rest be tween political campaigns. Paint Without Oil. Remarkable Discovery That Cuts Down the Cost of Paint Seventy fivs Per Cent. A Free Trial Package Is Mailed to Everyone Who Writes. A. L- Rlee, a prominent manufacturer of Adams, N. T.» has discovered a process of making a new kind of paint without th* use of oil. He calls It Powderpaint. It comes to th* farmer a dry powder and all that 1* re quired is cold water to make a paint weather proof. Are proof and as durable ae oil paint. It adheres to any surface, wood, stone or brick, spreads and looks like oil paint and coats about one-fourth as much. Write to Mr. A. L. Rice, ManuFr., 336 North Bt., Adame. N. Y , giving the name of the deal er from whom you buy your paints. Mr. Rice will send you a tree trial package, also color card and full Information showing you how ycu ean save a good many dollars. Write toda*. PRIVATE TOM JOHNSON. BY D. I. WALDEN, OF THE T There were many good men in the ranks of the Tenth Georgia, many true and faithful soldiers who could be depended upon to do their full measure of duty on all sorts of occasions, In all sorts of emergencies, but there was one among us, Thomas Johnson, whose sincere devo tion to duy, daring bravery and sklllful nese in the use of Ms weapons seemed to entitle him to special consideration. He wm large and portly, ruddy, light-hearted, jovial and endowed with a remarkable car parity for promoting mirth, cheerfulness and merriment among those with whom he mingled and he enjoyed the sincere friendship and esteem of a very large proportion of his acquaintances. He had made quite a reputation. In Ms native neighborhood, near Jonesboro, Ga., as an expert marksman, by his aptitude at hit ting the bull’s eye, at shooting matches and his readiness in bringing down game. He had been to Kansas as a member of the southern delegation that went out to oppose the John Brown faction in that memorable struggle for party supremacy that characterised the early history of that territory, and he was sometimes call ed “Kansas Tom Johnson,” to distinguish him from other Tom Johnsons in the same neighborhood. When our oivil war broke out Tom enlisted in our company, at Jonesboro, Ga., and while we were drill ing and making other preparations for our departure to the war, Tom became Involv ed In a dispute over some trivial matter and was violently assaulted by three stal wart ruffians, who made a desperate ef fort to punish him for his indiscretion in differing with them ih opinion. By means of dexterous and well-aimed blows, with hie formidable fist. Tom very readily re pulsed them and inflicted the greater part of the punishment upon them. Notwith standing hie victory Tom Immediately left our company and joined another that was being formed in the neighboring town of Fayetteville, but owing to the fact that the Jonesboro and Fayetteville companies both joined ths Tenth Georgia regiment, we still kept Tom Johnson with us. After entering into actual service Tom’s fear lessness and skill won for him great fame and his services were in almost constant demand for difficult and dangerous un dertakings, and his natural love of adven ture found abundant gratification In the performance of duties from which others, less venturesome then himself, would have Instinctively shrunk. His faith in the ultimate triumph of our cause was steadfast and unwavering and he would never under any circumstances admit the possibility of our defeat. While on the retreat from the peninsula to Richmond, as we were passing through an old field, somebody discovered the form of a Yankee soldier. In the top of a distant tree, apparently watching the movements of our army and Tom John son’s attention was called to him. Tom thought he could kill him, but others con tended that he was entirely too far off to be in any danger from even Tom’s gun. After parleying for a few minutes, Tom observed that it was a question that ad mitted of proof and stopping on the road side, he said: “Now, you just watch and see how he behaves when I shoot," and adjusting his gun sights to the longest possible range, he raised his gun to his shoulder, took aim, fired and the Yankee dropped from the tree. Os course it was impossible for us to obtain any particulars of the man’s injuries, but there was no doubt that he had fallen from the tree. 'At the battle of Sharpsburg, Maryland, Tom was severely wouhded by a ball that entered his body, in front Just below the breastbone, passed almost centrally through his body, among the vital or gana and came out near the spinal col umn. He was carried home in October, IMS. and remained with his family about two monthe, when although still suffer ing considerably from his wound, he re turned to his command against the ear noot remonstrances ot hia family, friends WIMMER’S DEATH REMOVED NATION’S SONG WRITER North American. “Let me write the songs of a nation, and I care not who makes its laws.” That was the guiding spirit of “Bep” Wihnar’a life, and when he died the other day he bad achieved it to the full. Who does not know “Listen to the Mocking Bird” and “What is Home Without a Mother?” and yet who knows that both were the work of a Philadel phian? They are not great i /eces of mualc. It is true. They are not "claoeic,” and the devotee of Wagner and Dvorak will com plain, perhaps, that there is more of bathoe than of pathos in thorn. But the people at largo—the people for whom such songs are written—are not ex acting aa a form of technique. They merely know that a certain combination of words and musical chords stirs them, and has a trick of reaching to the inner moot sources of feeling. That, to them, is music. What else, indeed, is it to the classicists? Septimus Winner—"Sep” he called hlm self—had that faculty. He was a "natural born" musician. He lisped in tunes, for the tunes came. He belonged to the same Class of genius as Stephen Foster, who wrote “My Old Kentucky Home.” Os late years “Sep” Winner has been silent, and now Death has forever stilled his lips. It was nearly a half century ago that he wrote the "Mocking Bird,” and a pretty story is told ot the manner of its writing. Winner was a very young man then— he was 76 when he died on Sunday—and he used to sit in his parlor of an evening and listen to a mocking bird singing in a neighbor’s house across the way. One September evening in 1852 he sat thus en tranced, when suddenly the song became a duet. Thrilled by the music. Winner dashed out of the house. Sitting on the opposite curb was a tiny negro boy, his bare black feet curled up under him, and his lips puckered in a joyous whistle. And from those lips there poured forth such “pro fuse strains of unpremeditated art” that Winner was speechless. When the song ended he grabbed the picklninny and said: "Can you sing that thing witji your voice, sonny?” “Yes, sah.” answered the black boy, "I can sing anything you gimme.” “You come to my house this time to morrow night,” said Winner, “and I’ll try you.” Next day the song of the mocking bird was In musical notes. The little barefoot negro was the first person who ever sang it. Before long it had swept over the country like wild-fire. Now, tt happened that next door to the house where the original mocking bird sang there was a woman who used to come out on her doorsteps of an evening with a baby in her arms and listen while she called the baby names and mumbled kisses on its face, as mothers do so long as the babies stand it. Several years afterward Sep Winner was going home one winter night, when he saw the baby—now a little grown, of course—sitting on the doorstep, shivering with cold. Then he remembered that the mother ha 4 died a few days before, and that the father had Jiired a servant girl to care for the little one. Winner stopped and said: “Where is your father, my dear?” “He’s gone out,” was the reply. “And where's the girlY’ “She’s gone out, too, sir." "Well, what are you doing here In the qold?” “I am watting here for my mamma.” Instantly Sep Winner flung his arms NTH GEORGIA REGIMENT. and physicians, and reported for duty. About this time he was armed with a new, imported Whitworth rifle, which was probably the most perfect and up-to-date gun In existence at that time, and as signed to special duty as a sharpshooter, and from that time forth, we saw him only when he mads us an occasional visit. We heard many thrilling accounts of Tom’s daring exploits, but unfortunately, not having personally witnessed any of them, very few are remembered with suf ficient distinctness to admit of their por trayal with any degree of accuracy. He became one of the most efficient and re liable ecouts in the service and was fre quently sent around In the rear of the enemy’s lines on important missions, and being ever faithful to the trusts reposed In him, he won the unbounded confidence and esteem of his superior officers. It was claimed, upon apparently good authority, that a bullet from Tom’s rifle killed General Sedgewick, and for many years we heard of no attempt to contra dict the claim, but more recently the performance of that important deed has been claimed for another and the difficulty of verifying such a claim at this late day, after the witnesses have probably all pass ed away, will leave the question In perma nent doubt, but Tom's friends win always believe that he killed him or at least, as one of them has expressed it, “We know that Tom killed him if the opportunity was afforded him.” We have never claimed that the Tenth Georgia regiment was present or took any part in the firing upon the general. Tom Johnson, was, at that time, detached from our regiment entirely. I remember something of an account of an encounter Tom had with two mounted Yankees in which Tom killed both his antagonists, and when he visited us afterwards, he showed us two bright new Colt’s pistols, of the latest Improved pattern, which he, had taken from the bodies of his victims, but the details of that exciting struggle are not well remembered. Tom was killed September 17, 1864, while he and a com panion were attempting to return through the famous Chlckahominy swamp, from an expedition in she rear of the enemy’s lines. They were passing near the edge of a dense thicket of bushee, when they were suddenly fired upon by a company of yxnkees in ambush, and Tom’s thigh was broken. He hopped rapidly away, on his other leg, about forty yards, to a rail fence, and while attempting to climb the fence, he was shot again through the body and fell upon the ground apparently dead. His companion made good his es cape and afterwards related to me these particulars of Tom’s tragic death, al though his name and much of story are forgotten. ♦ In November, IMS, fourteen months af ter Tom’s death, his widow received a letter from a man In Virginia who claimed to have found Tom, after he had been mortally wounded, picked him up, carried him home with him, and cared for him till the time of his death, which occurred about twenty-four hours after he was shot. During that time he gave the man the name and address of his wife, dic tated a farewell message to her and the children, and requested that it be sent them as soon aa postal communication should be restored Tom Johnson’s family are still living in Fayette county, Georgia, near where Tom left them. . , YOUR RENEWAL MUST BE RE CEIVED AT ONCE OR THE PAPER WILL BE DISCONTINUED. YOU CANNOT AFFORD TO BE WITHOUT THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL. 80 SEND YOUR RENEWAL AND GET A PREMIUM. 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Then he sat down and wrote: Give us back our old commander, Little Mac, the people's pride; Let the army and the nation In their choice be satisfied. It was not great poetry but H crystal lized national feeling, and within a week eighty thousand copies of the ballad had been sold. A week more and they were fluttering throughout the Army of the Potomac, each word a menace to the counsel prevailing at Washington. Around camp fires by night and on the march by day, echoing in the very ears of Burnside, who displaying his Inability to cope with Lee, the strains of that pro testing song welled from a hundred thousand throats. It was nothing more than protest, but Stanton, secretary of war, realized that it invited insubordination. He Issued an order making both the circulation and the singing of the ballad treasonable offenses. A few days passed and one of the secret service men, belonging to the staff of Colonel Boker, appeared at Winner's home and arrested him. 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