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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
W. B. SEALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor.
HRS. HART E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, JUNE 15, 1878.
Do We Know Tliem?—There is no hu
man being on earth whom we thoroughly know
—-whose nature we perfectly comprehend.
There is an atmosphere of mystery enfolding
all —even those to whom we sustain the most
intimate relations; whose lips and hands daily
touch ours, and whose features are familiar as
sunshine. The child that, as a babe, has lain
on our breast; the wife or husband, whose exis
tence seems blent with ours, are yet unknown
to us. We hold them to our hearts, we lay our
cheek to’theirs, we look down into their deep
eyes, but we cannot read the soul that lies there
—the truth at the bottom of those clear wells.
We breathe the same air that they do, we lire,
seemingly, the same lives, but, in reality, they
walk apart from us and live a life of their own,
independent of, and separate from ours. Into
that wonder world of thought and feeling that
lies within them, we may not enter. We may
stand upon the threshold, but God alone can
pass within the penetralia, and lift the curtain
from the soul’s deep mysteries.
Often we are deceived into fancying that we
thoroughly understand those who are so confid
ing and so transparent that, apparently, noth
ing of their feelings or their character is con
cealed from us. Oh fools and blind ! we know
ju>t ourselves, how, then, can we judge of our
fellow men ? We comprehend the truth at times,
when the friend whom we have read, as we be
lieve, from Alpha to Omega, until, like an old
book, he has grown stale and tiresome, sudden
ly develops some new trait of character—startles
us by appearing in some unexpected form, and
we find that the heart which has so long throb
bed near ours and with whose innermost cham
bers we thought ourselves familiar, has held
purposes, feelings, passions, of which we dream
ed not
It is a strange, almost a fearful thing, to think
that within the heart of every human being
there is going on a drama, often a tragedy, o f
which God and angels are the only spectators.
Sorrow and Shame, Regret and Love, Hate and
Despair and Remorse act their parts in this un
seen play, and we are none the wiser. A few
manifestations are outwardly visible—rising like
bubbles to the surface, to tell of the strife that
goes on beneath; but the deeper portions of the
drama are played behind the screen. We see
men and women at their homes, in the street,
pursuing their ordinary avocations, smiling, or
quietly serene; but if we were gifted with spirit
ual vision, we would see that many of these pla
cid passers-by have
•Unseen company
To make the spirit quail.’
. It is well that the individuality of every soul
is sacred. Even Love pauses at the threshold
over which the God who made the temple of the
soul alone may pass, *
What Xnv York Uswl to be.
Does it not seem strange to think that a con
siderable portion of the very heart of New York
was once a pond of fresh water, and afterwards
a partially filled up weedy marsh, the place
where idle boys and loafers ‘most did congre
gate,’in the infant days of the city? Walking
the solid Russe pavement with rows of brick
building frowning on either side of him, who
would not startle a little, on suddenly recur
ring to the fact that barefoot boys once skat
ed over the frozen water, and fish gamboled on
the very spot where he stands ? A writer gos
sips pleasantly about this reclaimed land .*
When the hills adjoining were cut down and
carted into the Collect, or fresh water pond, a
fo rmation was made, neither solid nor whole
some. When the Revolution had passed away,
and Washington was in his tomb, this filled-up
pool was nothing but a marsh. Standing on
it, a man could shake it from the centre to the
circumference, like a bowl of jelly struck by a
spoon. About this fen still lingered the stream
that formerly fed the several-acred pond, and
we met a man a few days back who told us that
at the foot of White street he boarded many
years ago, and in that stream, while bathing, a
fellow lodger was drowned—yes drowned in the
centre of New York.
When William 1Y. of England, visited this
country, he was a midshipman, in George the
Third’s navy, and a boy at that; an awkward,
knock-kneed, lubberly boy; and attended by
Some of his sailors, he went to the Collect, or
fresh-water pond, to skate. His Royal High
ness had no sooner donned the steel than his
knock-kneedness was made more manifest—by
the increased diminution, in consequence of a
change of pedestal, of his power to hold his
joyal legs together. Awkward-looking was Wil
liam the Sailor, and in those days it was the cus
tom for baker boys to carry their matutinal prog
of loaves around to customers in huge baskets,
on their ahonldiers, thus producing a peculiar
kind of leggial appearance, much, if not alto
gether, resembling the leggial appearance of the
embryo king. No sooner had these boys seen
the new comer, with his awkward pins knock
ing together, and his calves sticking out like an
inverted triangle, then they began to call out,
•Look at the knock-kneed baker!’ and they,
ignorant of the august skater, made so much
fun ot him, and poked him so with their rude
humor, that he forthwith unstrapped his skates
and left the pond of fresh water for the big
herring pond that divided his father’s kingdom
from the province that was then in arms rebel
lious.
We doubt if the free spirited, independent
young colonists would have paid homage to the
youthful sprig of royalty, even if they had
known his rank. The democratic sentiment
was too strong in those glorious old days of
(simplicity and truth. *
The Lights «if the City.-The faint
ron hue has faded from the West as the blush
from the cheek ot beauty, and the stare, like
evening prim-roses, open iu the paly sky. The
laughter of children has ceased in the streets
below, and the light-fingered winds play softly
with the ycong leaves of the oak.
It is sweet; at such an hour, to fold the bauds
and look and' listen, and steep She soul in the
beauty of earth and heaven. Tke dusk deep
ens into darkness; and the light? of the city
come out, one by one, like stare, and glow
around upon distent hills and sloping hillsides.
The lights from so many homes! They are less
mystically and poetically beautiful than those
that shine above us, but though they t»uch the
fancy less, they move* the heart more deeply!
for those lights are kindled upon the hearth
stone of home, and there is the warmth of hu
man life and love in their glow. They tell of
home and domestic endeanesntS and social
pleasures. They tell of children’s prattle and
gambols; of babes whose blue eyss watch their
ascending sparkles; of fathers and sons and
husbands, whose daily week carras them sway
from their own roof-tree, asd to whom those
lights are the polar stars that lead them hack
to that
“Dearest spot in Earth’s*'Jroadi&ccmds,
Home, sweet home.”
Those cheery lights look from, the windows-
and beckon •ail wanderers borne.’ They come
obedient to the welcome sigxal—weasy men of
business come to forget theis cares- and relax
the tension of brain and muscle in the sweet
atmosphereof peace and love;:pale sewing girls,
who, from dawn till dusk, have sat in darken
ed rooms stitching away ‘with lingers weary
and worn; little boys with patched jackets,
who have cried newspapers iE» the streets ail
day, and young apprentices who have toiled so
hard for slender wages, forget it all, as
fin iilint by I.radio's,—A new literary;
craft, lively and dashing—a weekly magazine
christened PicOdilly, or Town and Country Life,
has just appeared in London. It is under the
sole management of ladies, Violet Fane and
Lady Goutts Lindsay being among them; but
there are several distinguished male writers con
tributing to the first nnmber; Lord Desart has
the opening chapters of a novel and Mr. Looker
writes an introductory in verse, wteteh be ealls
‘Bon Voyage,’ and in which he males' the new
venture thus perform its greeting courtesy;
Good friends, to-day with spreadir.fe-'stieet,
We launch our paper Argo;
A es, Picadilly is complete—
Her columns are hervargo.
Will Dizzy now deplore-his lot?
Or, will he cut his caper ?
Perhaps he'll only grumble, ‘What,
Another weekly paper I’
The fair editors of Picadilly propose to ‘g^ai'd
ATLANTA AOTES.
The Atlanta Dramatic Association have go*Ae
to Chattanooga to give the dwellers under thy
shadow of Look Out a taste of their quality.
They gave their performance last night. The
telegraph has been silent on j the subject up to
this writing, but we have no doubt they did
credit to* themselves aud won fresh honors.
The Chzttanoogians, with characteristic cor
diality, tendered them an ovation in advance—
a hop and unlimited ice c ream. The Associa
tion have in rehearsal, Ingomar, with Mr.
Moyers and Ifiss Milligan in leading roles.
Meantime, Atlanta has a rival organization.
Some first rate histrionic talent has clustered
itself around Mr. Paul Bleckley, aud as a result,
we shall have ‘ Serried Life ’ very shortly. It
bright little comedy with
The Athens Military Pienie
and Prize Shooting.
scandal and personality and yet present Bgfc1j is a go0( j selection
,» ' plenty of pleasing
a curiosity to see Mr. Bleckley since he became
anu attr&ctrre writing upon orery subject or j 0 f pleasing situations. We have <*uite
onmnt infnruaf » They set a bard task for! r — «- -• ^
current interest 1 „
themselves here. It is almost impossible to be 1 ! a professional. He has the reputation of being
‘spicy’ without being personal. But then, the ‘ conscientious student who never
English are not as semitive as we are. We j s | nir8 wor ^ i This new histrionic society
Southerners cannot take a joke, especially one ] calls we believe, the Atlanta Comedy
in print. Good-humored pleasantry re taken in , Company,
solemn earnest;, poke us ever so playfully in the
ribs and we turn with a scmwl, or whip out our
rapier fore scathing retort. We havryet to learn
the merry, good-humored give-and-take spirit
that existsemong French journalists and jour
nal readesm *
Atlanta is about to have its sewerage extend
ed. Our olfactories rejoice. Why in the name
Cassius Clay, ncrrlectnring: upon Commence,
in New York, is'ssaifil by a Sim reporter to have
expressed these sensible views* on the title of
Hayes to the Bresideocy:
‘Well, Bayes has gyeen ns of the Sooth, what
we expected from TiLden. Therefore, 3 say to
our people-that, having, got vshat they want
from Hayev, they should not now toes him
back into the hands of Cameron and Cockling
for them to* handle,. Resides I think they
In company with a nnmber of Atlanta gentle^
men, I left for Gainsville and New Holland on
Tdesday) to be present at the picnic and target
r ractic of the Athens Guards.
My especial companion, was Mr. Smith Clay-
toa 1 of Atlanta, who like myself was armed with
a note-book and pencil, and whose original wit-
icissa-; and brilliancy made him a most agreeable
‘parSi* __
W6' reach tie ‘Capitol of Hall on scedule
time, with nothing of our journey to record,
save ttst at Buford' we purchased coffee with the
accompaniments, (sugar and whitening) thrown
in or rather poured in—at ten cents per cup—
or its eqrivolent, one cigar and a nickle.
Upon lading at Gainesville, our baggage, (a
satchel w'th capacity for one spring chicken
and two cellars, if well packed,) was seized by
an urbane, stt&ehe o? Tne Piedmont Hotel, and
to its hospitable walls, we were rapidly borne by
the Gainsville St. car Hne. The Piedmont is a
mos beautiful and model hotel, and under the
management of Mb Tramwell, is kept filled to
its fullest capacity in th-e summer.
The city of Gainesville, and its boundary of
beautiful hills, veem to reek, as sver, with ro^
mance and fresh air. The clear pool at New
*,**~~~ ^ Holland still bubbles, as when,in the legendary
past, the Cherokee maiden by the side of her
oi every sanitary consideration does .not o..r j gallant . S haok-Narty -Jim/ made shadows to-
city have a regular market to which all vegeta- : scare the minnow?; and ripjded the surfhee with
ble& and buicWed meats may be taken, instead 1 their dusky beaks. There are many nice im-
of bring distributed in scores of shops all over! Pavements at New Holland, and with its rape.
,, .. ® _ , , TT , .f . __ ! nor attractions and sonvemenees, will20 doubt
the c’Jty, giving the Board of Health a serloU£ ! hold its own with oiber and ^ewer resets this
time inspecting the many stalls, and the city Summer,
scavengers a weree time iu cleaning and puri-j The Avaehs GrA.3t>s,
fying the same. There is no convenience to numbering about forty men, reached the Springs
/ 6 „ . . at eleven o clock on .Wednesday, They formed
buyers er sellers' in such ac arrangement, n 8 t a tj OI1 aa( j m anhed to the-Hotel, Burns’
to speak of the dfeagreeableness of having one’s i ajlver Cornet Band aiccmpanyi^g. The Gom-
promenade broken in upon every few minutes
by the smell of decayed vegetables or “sour”
agreed to stand by the game of sfcance, and in
good faith aught to do so. Ehe policy has | meats, or the ghastly sight of’a beef's head, or
made the Scxth string: and peaceful. I expect *. the blood-dripping skin and dull, dead eyes of
to see the country governed by Southern men J ^ unfortunate caJS or a wretched, beheaded
_ they | and influence largely,now that oxr troubleshave ; turtle, still blindly moving his e-laws while his
watch the rnddy light and 'qraeken their steps been removed, because we are morehomogene- 1 back bears-die legend, “Turtle soup here to-
J ” 1 ous than the peop'e of >he rHorth- f day. Quite appetizing such sights might be
The Sage of Ashland himself c&cld not, as we j to some folks, but our carnivorous instincts are
take it, hare-uttered mere tersely vcfcafc should be ! 80 highly developed,
the feelings- of the people.
towards home.
What a blessed thing it is that home, how
ever humble, is nearly always an asylum for
the heart; that it is, as the deasold Scotch prov
erb says: ‘home, be it ever so humble!’
But where goes the blind beggar, who trudg
ed the streets to-day with his little dog ? Where
goes the organ player, whom you drove from
your door, but whom the children—God bless
them! gathered around aud listened to, while
he played the old tunes—that were summer
sweet to them—and put the half-dimes they
had begged from their papa, to buy candy with,
into the little monkey’s hand—not grudgingly,
but with the wish that it was only more ? Who
will light a beacon for them; who will watch
for their coming as the shadows thicken into
shade; what chair is set for their weary limbs;
what kind voice will greet them and welcome
them home ?
Alas for Earth’s houseless and weary chil
dren ! Alas for those who have no sweet home
influences to keep them from sin and shame !
“Oh it is pitiful!
Near a whole city full,
Home they have none.”
A Superstitious Bride. — Certainly
Miss Vinnie Ream, the sculptress, whose recent
marriage to Lt. Hoxie has been duly chronicled
by all Newspaperdom, must have been a bit
superstitious. She insisted on wearing an old
bridal veil—an heirloom—because it would
give her ‘luck.’ She had a pocket of clover
leaves put upon her exquisite dress of cream
satin, also for luck, and among the floral adorn
ments of her Gift Table, was a horse shoe of
flowers—the Irish symbol of luck.
It is to be hoped from these propitiatory offer
ings to the blind goddess that the fair Yinnie’s
married life will be as lucky as her career hither
to has been. And her good luck heretofore has
been wonderful. With only a modicum of talent
she succeeded in making herself the pet of Con
gress by her naive sprightliness and moderate
good looks, and obtained engagements for na
tional work over the head of experienced and
able sculptors. Having once sojourned in Rome
and become the fashion, her fortune was secure.
Her marriage ovation was a cosmopolitan affair.
Her presents came from far and wide. Her pil
low shams of exquisite hand-made laoe were
sent her from the Chickasaw Indian tribe—the
work of a chief’s wife. A solid gold tea service
came from Europe.
Bishop Pinckney sent a poem richly illuminated
and the Art Club of Work contributed a gorgeous
album composed of pictures, each one painted
by a member of the club. Gen. Albert Pike, a
Southerner, sent to the bridegroom a cane of
Manziuetta wood from California whose head
was composed of a silver brick that had been
presented to Miss Vinnie. Gen. Pike’s daughter
was also one of the bridesmaids and looked
charming in pale pink and diamonds-
Emperor William of Germany, who was shot
by Dr.Nobeling, agent of a Socialist organization,
is so old that recovery from the wound and
shock is doubtfnl. Several shots remain in his
arm, so closely embedd ed in tissues contigu
ous to the artery that his surgeons regard it dan
gerous to try to extract them. The Emperor has
rallied somewhat, slept and partaken of food.
The would-be assassin, who, it is remembered,
shot himself after his attempted murder of
the Emperor—is rapidly sinking, and at latest
accounts was unconscious. Before he lost his
senses, he was urged to make a confession, but
he only acknowledged that he belonged to the
Society of Socialists, that he had been singled
out by lotto kill the Emperor, as they all be
lieved the country wonld be better without a
crowned head. He absolutely refused to be
tray any of his brother conspirators, but said
there were great names among them.
German aristocracy is consequently thrown
into something of a panic, A secret conspiracy
threatening to spring a mine under their feet,
and no cine to be bad to the prime movers, no
knowledge to be gained of the extent or the
plans of the organization, Bismarck is about
to appoint a Committee of Investigation, but
delays the movement until the Emperor’s condi
tion becomes less critical. The Socialistic
principles are spreading. The Working-man’s
Unions, Communists, Bread or Blood Fraterni
ties and all other combinations to resist monop
olies of wealth and power are akin to it. These,
though having sonnd and just principles un
derlying them, are apt to result in rash action.
Thus evil begets evil, and one wrong is used to
counteract, to punish or annihilate another.
“E>IA>7C£X SWEDESaOSG.— THE. ‘GREAT UN
KNOWN,’ ” on the second page of Shis paper, is
an article of much interest. Too little is known
in this country of this, extraordinary man. His
genius, his fine spiritual attributes,his remark
able clairvoyant power, his wonderful writings,
all entitle him to be called extraordinary and
make it encumbant on evary inquirer into the
nature* and power of the human being to ac
quaint himself with, all that is known of Swed
enborg. The sketch, in our paper is written by
a strong, independant thinker and an accom
plished journalist,
Lovely and gifted Miss Jennie Bacon of this
City has
‘ExchaisgeU her maiden gladness
For a mine and lor a ring.’
She was married this week at her mother’s
residence, to Mr. Baker of Cartersville—a tal
ented and rising young lawyer. Our heartiest,
wishes are for the happiness of the young pair
who have iustJ^Nhed their mutual barque on
the sea of married iyjfe.
Gen. E. P. Ale^iKder, the New president of
the Georgia Road exhibits an energy and prompt
dispatch that argue well for the future of the
important Line placed under his direction.
The changes he has made show a shrewd
business insight and a regard for economy. The
Board of directors evidently appreciate his abil
ity for they have raised the salary of the Presi
dent of the Road from $4,500 to $0000.
Old habitues of Clarksville will find muoh in
terest in the sketch of this famous resort of
southern aristocracy that we publish this week.
Descriptions of interesting southern localities is
one feature of our paper, and this little history
of the past and present of the noted Georgia
village and the beautiful Nacoochee valley not
far from it, will, we are sure, be acceptable to
our readers.
Crand Excursion to Lagrange—
Commencement day at Lagrange Female Col
lege oome3 on the 12th of J une and a grand
excursion from Atlanta is arrranged to take
place on that day. Many of our best citizens will
avail themselves of the opportunity of hearing
the address of Bishop Pierce, the commence
ment exercises, and a delightful concert, iu
which a number of the finest vocalists in
Atlanta will assist. The magnificent Ferrel
gardens now in their Jane glory, are another at
traction. Tourists are drawn from afar to visit
this wonderful “Eden of the South.” The fare
for the Excursion round trip is only $1,50
“Alex. Stephens’ Toad.”
It would see^u that a literary paper of the
character and pretensions of the New York J/er-
cury ought to be sufficiently acquainted with the
English classics not to mistake Mr. Stephens’
allusion to Milton’s toad, for a reference to the
book of Genesis, of which latter the editor ac
cuses Mr. Stephens of ignorance.
Had the editor of the Mercury been acquaint
ed with the ‘Paradise Lust,’ he could not have
failed to recognize the aptness of Mr. Stephens’
simile in the following paragraph in his letter
on the Potter Resolution;
‘AH soft words instilling into the minds of
the people of this country such ideas, are as de
lusive and as guileful as the whisperings of the
great arch fiend in the shape of a toad in the ear
of Eve. from which sprung all our woes.’
Mr. Stephens’ allusion is unmistakably not to
the first book of Moses, but to the following
scene, recorded in Book 12 of ‘Paradise Lost:
* * * * ‘these to the bower direct
In seTirch of whom they songht: him there they
found . .. , _
Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve;
Assaying by his devlish art to reach
The regions of her fancy.’
And the simile will appear more complete if,
in connection with Mr. Potters s letter and Mr.
Stephens' reply thereto, we read the oonolud-
ing lines of ihe paragraph from Milton above
quoted. They are in these words:
‘Him (i.e. the arch fiend) thus intent, Ithuriel with
his spear
Touched lightly; for no falsehood can endure
Touch of celestial temper, hut returns
Of force to it’s own likeness: up he (the Devil) starts,
Discovered and surprised.’
We think the intelligent reader need not be
shown the application W. L. S.
pany presents a fine appearance, having a gen
era! symmetry seldom seen in Lome soldiery.
Uhe men are well drilled,* and their positions in
file seem to be arranged with a view to parade
effect. The uniform is hght gray with becoming
trimmings and the usuai gilt to maL"fe«ach rank.
Captain J. H. Rucker is * splendid style of an
oiicer, easy and commanding, and handles his
company with the air of xATest Poirier. J. H.
Eull is first Lieutenant, and weare- his sword
like a soldier. Second Lieutenant E. G. Potter
is a fine officer and, we are informed, is thor
oughly versed in tactics. T. B. Vincent, the ju
nior second, is entirely fiited for his rank with
a fine military presence. We should deem our
criticism incomplete should we omit mention of
Orderly Sergeant Sparks. Sis movements in
ranks are like machinery. He put the Com
pany through the manual with fine ptosision,
and fills the important office of Orderly with
marked capacity.
THE SHOOjTXG
commenced at 12 o’clock, each soldier firing
without rest at a creedmocr target 150 > yards
diotant. The Springfield Breech-loading gun
is used by the company. We did not learn the
scores, but give the names of the successful con-
tostants.
FIRST PULE
was taken by private McClesky: 2nd price was
taken by private Wyme: the ?rd prize was taken
by Com. Officer, Lt. Vincent: the fourth, prize
was carried off by Honorary member, Dr. S. B.
Billups, Dr. B. making the closest single shot.
The 5th prize was a tin wwteh and chain, and
was rewarded to the poorest shot. Private Bar
nard bore it off m triumph. The presentation
by Col. Perry, of Gainesville,, was characteriz ed
with beautiful thought and eloquence,
i athexs’ lal iesjiax.
j Several of the young ladies from Athens accom-
, panied the excursion, and their presence added
j much to the delight of the occasion. Many vis-
I itors from Atlanta and a lurge number of young
j people from Gainesville aud the surrounding
country were present, arid after the shooting
Fine AzrlSL—The number of persons, who
daily visit the office of the Markham House to see
the potrait ef the late lamented Col. Owens,
attests the appreciation in which his memory is
held, as well as the artistic merit of Mrs.
Gregory’s week. It is exausitely wrought on
canvas in black and white conte crayon. That
characteristic intensity of expression about the
eye and brow is perfect. It speaks well for the
new proprietors that they should have placed it
there on the first day they took charge of the
hotel, as a tribute of respect to their honored
predecessor.
A pretty and fastidious Atlanta belle, when
taken to task as to why she treated a young gen
tleman rather scurvily, actually refusing au ice
cream invitation, replied with a* curl of her cor
al lip, that he wasn’t ‘good style’ and she was
sure his hat never came from Clarke’s. The
young men should take warning. There is an
indescribable something which constitutes style,
and the hats of Lewis Clarke possess that some
thing Moreover they are first-class material,
fresh and durable, and his large stock at his
emporium on Whitehall street comprises every
variety, with prices to suit every pocket. *
A TERRIBLE TRAGEDY.
j joined in the dance. The occasion was marked
An Invalid Woman Murdered by a Fifteen.*?., by everything joyous and the day was balmy
Year-Old Boy. and beautiful.
Taylorvile, 111., May 20.—One of the most' Dancing and merriment consumed the hours
fiendish outrages in the annals of crime has oc-! until the time for returning home, when closed
curred in our little village. Vesterday, about j a day which will be memorable to all for its un-
noon, our citisens were startled at the announce- J interrupted pleasure,
ment that Mrs. Hamilton had been murdered at 1 misctll^neous.
her residence, in broad daylight, while calmly I Before returning to the city of G., Smith
reposing upon a sofa in her own room. The mur- • and I tackled the ice cream man. The cream
dered woman is a helpless invalid, having been
stricken with paralysis many years ago. The
household consists of the husband and wife and
was sweet and cold, but was made in Athens
and so impregnated with the “classic” as to ren
der more than one plate unpalatable, (2o3ts per
William Day, a boy apparently about fifteen j plate.) Cornelius Willingham, of the Eagle was
years of age, who was employed by the Kamil
tons to do chores around the hose. The hus
band was employed a short distance from the
house, and having occasion to want a hatchet and
some nails, sent the boy into the house to get
the articles. The boy returned shortly after
with a hammer, when the husband sent him
back and he brought the hatchet. A few mo
ments after he called to the husband and said.
•Y'our wife is killed; some tramps murdered her:’
He found his wife unconscious, with four great
The boy stated at first that
especially thought ul for our pleasure and com
fort, and, placed us widely at his diaposal for
future occasions.
■'ORTH GEORGIA
needs no eulogy from my pen. Its wealth cf
climate, soil, mineral and every thing which
gladdens and prospers mankind, has been rap
idly unfolding*to the people ofiour state. Those
who have been forced to shoulder the har
den of heavy expense and irksome travel in
seeking shelter from debility and business
cares, may now come to their own native foun
tains, may nestle among their own green hills
and gaze in love and wonder upon their- own
gashes on her head.
some tramps had murdeied the woman with a j
hatchet, and that he saw them running away from J ani J gaze m la
the house. He gave a description of the men, j majestic tails.
- Toccoa, Tallulah, and the pa noramic* valley
of Nachoocha, the wild chasms and the mystic
mounds of that people of Nature, are objects
and immediately a large party were out in every
direction scouring the country for tramps.
Several men were arrested and brought in, and
the boy pretended to identify one of the men;
but after a thorough examination of the field
about the house if was found that there were no
tracks, and the people were satisfied that no
tramp had done the deed. The boy subsequent
ly acknowledged that he had killed the woman
with the axe. At the coroner’s inquest it was
shown that when the boy went into the room
and saw the woman lying upon the sofa, he
slipped out and got the axe and returning to the
room, struck her a blow upon the head. The
woman, when struck, fell off the lounge upon
the floor. Realizing that he had not killed her,
he proceeded to complete his work by striking
her three more blows upon the head with the
axe. The boy said the woman had slightly
corrected him the morning before, and when
he went into the room, and saw his victim
sleeping, the impulse seized him to have re
venge. To-day, when taken into the room,
where his victim lay, he carelessly and without
the least concern remarked, ‘6he looks like my
mother did when she was dead.’
and spectacles for love and pride, and around
which will ever be encircled the haze of tradi
tion. E.
Washington, June 3.—News from the Indian
frontier, as reported at the war department to
day, is that Gen. Sheridan telegraphs that there
i3 much alarm at Benton as to the situation,
condition and intentions of Sitting Bull, who is
thought ready to cross the frontier again and
start upon tho war path. From the upper Col
umbia news comes that the Nez Perces, under
Chief Moses, are anxious to begin another war.
The Pelaujs Indians are in the same frame of
of mind and itching for the war path. The mil
itary and civil authorities are doing all they
can to prevent an outbreak, and making every
preparation for the protection of settlers.
A dispatch from Boise City represents that
three hundred Bannock Indians, after robbing
a station and capturing two freight trains, fled to
the Lava Beds, where there are three hundred
of them in strong position, with wood, water
an i grass to last them all the summer.
A San Antonio special says: ‘Indians, sup
posed to be from Mexico, are raiding in the
western country. They have killed or captured
two little sons of Mr. Colson, a sheep raiser
and had a fight wifh, Colson, ‘in which one
Indian was killed and several wounded* The
soldiers are on the trail.”
A TRAGEDY FROM POISONED BUTTER.
Four Young Persous Die Immediately
Mrs. Martha Maoaliter of Elk Garden Russell
Co. Ya. has inaugurated a terrible tragedy iu
her neighborhood by poisoning some batter she
left in her dairy establishment in order to “do”
for the thieves who had been robbing her dairy
for some time. The poisoned butter was stolen,
but instead of being eaten by the thief was sold
to a family of high social standing—that of Mr.
Jackson a prominent planter of the neighbor
hood. Of the twelve persons who partook of it
at sapper, four died in a few hours—three
promising young sons of the planter and Miss
Alioe Gatewood—a lovely young belle of the
neighborhood who was visiting the Jackson
girls. Three other partakers of the poisoned
batter were dageroasly ill &t last accounts,
among them a young lawyer a devoted lover of
the beautiful and unfortunate Miss Gatewood.
The thieves who stole and sold the butter and
the lady who employed such a dangerous trick Clemens body. She died in<.tantw
have not yet been arrested but certainly should stranger made off. OlemenJ wS anretodf Mre! j
Chapel Hill, N. C., June 5.—An awful trag
edy occurred here last night, in which John
Clemens shot and killed his wife. Clemens had
come from the store with a demijohn of whis
key and a gallon of beer. He had one or two
friends with him, and they were going to have
a “? h ‘ oflt They were soon hilarious, and
while they were still imbibing at the flowing
bowl, a stranger knooked at the door. Clemens
opened it to see who wanted to get in, and it
seems that he became involved in a quarrel
with the man, whoever it was. He got down
a shot gun with which to kill the stranger, but
as he was examining the weapon to see if it was
all right, it went off, the load entering Mrs.
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Clemens leaves several bright children.
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