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THE SUNNY SOUTH.
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ATLANTA. GA.. NOVEMBER 26 1881.
The Sunny South and Cotton
Planter**.
Two excellent gentleman met in our sanc
tum. One of them remarked in a conversa
tion after paying kis subscription that he
was not a cotton planter and that probably
accounted for his ability to pay up and renew
again for the Sunny South. The other re
plied that bis'folks and neighbors planted
cotton but they bad to have the Sunny South
whether they made any money or not.
"Wo smiled modestly and blushed somewhat,
but telt better.
" C. C. T., of Birmingham, Ala., writes that
he cannot and will not do without the Sunny
South so long as he is able to work at his
anvil.
These are a few of the thousands of com
pliments which come in up an us from every
direction.
Your Neighbor’s Pocket. Old-Field Preacher*.
The light-fingered gentry, who are so po- Forty years ago Dr. Pierson, as a colpor-
lite to verdant country bumpkins, who say | tuer and agent of the American Bible Socie-
‘mv good friend’ so glibly, and so accommo- | r Y journeyed all over the Southern State*,
daringly ease their good friends of their ! int - * to by-ways and corners as well as high
P'teket-books. together with those of the oth
er sex, pursuing the sa ne delicate busines-;
respectable females in black, who cram pa
pers of hooks and eyes under their bo3om
padding, and slip bolts of ribbon and cotton
stockings into their reticules when the clerk's
back is turned—are these the only genteel
p : ckpockets without any fear of Sing-Sing
or Blackwell’s Island*
Mrs. Grinder is a highly exemplary lady,
member of Mr Mince’s aristocratic church,
thinks nothing of giving twenty dollars to-
places. He has now, in his venerable age.
written a book recording his experiences and
observations. The phase of life in the South
which his pictures present has nearly or quite
passed away, and we can all afford to look
and smile at such illustrations of the
ignorance of our old-time preachers as those
he records. The deeper he got into the back-
woods and the denser the ignorance of the
people, the more preachers Mr. Pierson says
he found. The honors paid to the preachers
was the attraction, for the pri fi s were very
wards having her pet church carpeted with suiall. “But,” says Mr. Pierson, “I have
tapestry instead of Brussels it has had all known candidates for the saddle-bags of the
along, but which is now obnoxious because it I itinerant to urge their claims and electioneer
is ‘too common,’ and that odious St. John’s I f° r years in order to secure license and ordi-
18 carpeted with it. This amiable lady thinks } nation. Some of these could not read and
nothing, either, of chaff-ring two hours with others halted or tripped at every long word,
a poor, pale, broken-spirited aud half-starved But most of these backwoods folks had never
The Russel Leaf.
In gaudiness of hue, autumn is the most
Bllendid of the seasons. As we look over the
landscape now, many a tree presents itself
in a dress altogether as gorgeous as the rich
ly tinted petals of summer. There is one in
the finest crimson,—there another in the
richest tints of gold, and others arrayed in
purple such as kings might vainly strive to
buy. All the choice pigments which Nature
has been producing in her laboratory are
now thrown out upon leaf and flower with
unsparing baud. We love this autumn scen
ery. To us there is nothing sad in this decay
of summer’s wealth of foliage. It has done
its work. The next year’s flowers and fruit
are all prepared, wrapped up in buds ready
to be unfolded when the sun shali begin hi s
return. Nothing remains for the leaf to do
but to die;—and it dies with a grace and
beauty that makes it a joy to every behold
er. So should it be with human life. There
is a spring of preparation, the'su miner of la
bor, the autumn of decline, the winter of
death. We may and should make the au
tumn the loveliest of them all. *
liogmatiKm Passing Away
If you wish to see how human thought
changes—grows in fact—turn to a file of old
papers of fifty or even twenty years back.
Such publications reflect better than boohs
do, the mind of the age that produced them.
Books are often in advance of their age.—
They are written by thinkers who go ahead,
and sometimes by solitary, excepted souls
who throned on ideal heights have little
knowledge of or sympathy with the thought
of the masses below them.
No such isolation belong to the newspaper
or monthly review. They photograph the
thought of the people, and glancing over the
pages of those published, say a score of years
ago, we see considerable difference in the
fashion and quality of the thought of that
time and of the present. For one thing, we
see that Thought has broadened if not deep
ened. Narrowness of belief is not nearly so
general. Dogmatism is at a discount, even
in theology. The mind that wraps itself
closely in the mantle of its own conceit, or
in the mouldy cerements of hereditary be
lief and is dumb and blind to all new sugges
tions or revelations of truth is not the repre
sentative mind of this day. Instead we have
the open, humble mind, patient and enthu
siastic in its pursuit of truth, but candid in
admitting mistakes and eagerly receptive of
every suggestion that may contain a germ
of knowledge. This earnest, forbearing pa
tient, open spirit, takes the place of the over
bearing, self-confident mind that was wont
to dogmatize, abuse and assert whether in
the domain of politics, religion, sociology, or
philosophy. Dogmatic reiteration no longer
has power, like the beating of African tom
toms, to stunt and stultify, nor can men
throne themselves on a narrow intolerance,
miscalled consistency, without hearing from
their fellows, the bitter sneer of Job; “no
doubt ye are the men, and wisdom shall die
with you.” *
A Wilted Rose-bud.
While winter was holding our portion of
the world, bound in her icy grasp, a mother
aroused from a death-like stupor to find that
a frail, fair human flower had been laid at
her breast. Wax-like were its slender limbs.
Of pearly whiteness were its small, soft fea
tures. Eyes of Cerulean tint looked forth
upon Che chilly world. The lips were so
drawn with pain that its poor efforts at a
smile filled the beholder’s heart with sadness.
How gushed forth the mother’s love at the
sight of that tiny rose-bud. It was not the
first time she had felt the movings of mater
nal passion. Ere this she had clasped
to her bosom pledges of maternal
love. Some were fine, vigorous boys, upon
whose brows were traced even at birth, the
promises of noble manhood; others presented
the delicate lines of female beauty. But none
awakened a stronger love than this frail little
one whose hold on life might be broken by
the slightest touch. Anxionsly she watched
over it for days, weeks and months, while
each closing of its eyes seemed likely to be its
last. Now hope kindled when life appeared
about to be successful in the struggle; then
the feebler efforts indicated the sure mastery
of death. But at length the contest ended.
The weary little sufferer quietly closed his
eyes forever; while the mother wild with an
guish was folding him to her breast. Think
you this human floweret appeared on our
earth in vain! Ah no! Frail and brief as was
its existence, it discharged a noble mission.
It carried that fond mother through an ex
perience that brought her closer to God, and
made her feel anew the preciousness of
His love. It also left in other minds sweet
memories that cannot be effaced. Blessed
Hose-bud; wilted art thou on earth, but in a
heavenly clime thou art blooming in eternal
fragrance. * *
needlewoman who is foot-sore with having
trudged up and down street vainly endeav
oring to sell her little bundle of embroider
ies. Mrs, Grinder offers her a third of their
worth, and resolutely declares she will not
give a cent more. The pale, little woman
has stitched many a tear into the embroid
ered cambric, but she thinks of her sick child
at home, of the empty cupboard aud drunk
en husband,and takes the slender sum with a
sigh as she looks at the full purse from which
the lady’s jeweled fiDger extracts it. The
benevolent church-member tells her dear
friends of her ‘flue bargain,’ and you would
uot dare to whisper ‘pick-pocket’ under the
gilt bangles of her head-dress.
Not long since we saw, in a large dry goods
establishment, a “nice, moral young man”
behind the counter strenuously endeavoring
to palm off upon an honest-faced country
customer an oldfashioned mautle which be
represented as being of the very newest sty le f
just imported and the only kind worn by
fashionable ladies. Aud the simple-hearted
old farmer who knew nothing of such things
had been directed to buy his daughter a fash
ionable mantle that she might make a genteel
appearance at boarding-school, purchased the
ancient affair, paid his ten dollars down for
it out of his little leather pouch, and with a
hearty good morning, went out, leaving the
conscientious youfig clerk to chuckle over his
good bargain, and congratulate himself upon
having gotten rid of a piece of old trumpery
that would soon have had to go the rag pick
ers. The old gentlemen carries home the
shabby thing, and bis daughter, believing
that it really must be a at mode, packs it in
her trunk, carries it to Rock HU1 Seminary,
pins it on neatly the Sabbath after her ar.
rival, and is so laughed at and ridiculed,
that, mortified into tears, she tears it off and
throws it aside, never to be worn again.
What did the young man do but filch a hard
ly-earned ten dollar bill from the pocket of
an honest old man?
A seamstress—a young orphan girl who
had a house fall of little brothers and sisters
to support—did some plain sewing for a lady
who promised her payment the next day.
The girl come and the lady had just appro
priated all her change to buy ice-cream, and
the seamstress was told to come again. She
did come again, and was put off from day to
day with smiling excuses—sometimes the
lady was engaged with company and could
not be seen; and at others she was from home,
or bad a headache and must not be disturbed.
The sum. so ihsignificant to the employer,
was bread and meat to the employed, and
the dear ones under her charge. At last the
money was paid, but of bow much had the
rich lady robbed the orphan sewing girl?
Time was money to her, and she had spent a
great many hours in treading the streets
with her weary, little feet, and in waiting in
the stately parlor of her employer. The
wealthy lady had been putting her diamond
ed fingers into the pocket of the sewing girl.
heard a sermon from an educated minister
aud strongly disapproved of such pulpit
teachers. If a preacher ranged ex tensively
over the Bible from Genesis to Revelation
and quoted Scripture passages with sublime
disregard of appropriateness or connection
with the text, they nodded approvingly an i
said: ‘Ah, Brother Blank’s the right sort.—
He’s a Scrip ter preacher. He’s none of your
high-Iarnt, hi g lit xlutin men, but he’s a rale
Scripter preacher.’”
On one occasion Mr. Pierson tells us he at
tended a meeting where there was a large
congregration and quite a constellation of
ministerial lights. The opening sermon,
was preached by a good man who was a
large landed proprietor and slave owner and
had preached a number of years regularly
on alternate Sabbaths to two quite large
congregations. The text of this excellent
brother was: “The name of the Lord is a
strong tower. The righteous runneth into
it and is safe.” He described these towers as
places of safety, ranged through the Old
Testament, and coming down to the New,
said:—“The world was then in an awful cou-
condition; there were no towers, no
places of safety. The whole generation was
without a tower! You may say:—‘How do
you know this is so? You haven’t much
learning. You haven’t read many histories.’
Ah! but I have Scripter for it. I don’c want
MEXICAN VITERANS.
Their Day at the Exposition.
and *he Orator— General Hen
ry R. Jackson.
The “Mexican Veteran Day” of the Expo
sition, on which occasion General Henry R
J ckson, of Savannah, Ga., delivered the ad
dress, revives some interesting memories,
both of him and the regiment he commanded-
The latter for organization, rend< zvoused at
Columbus, Ga., and on the 20th of June, 1846,
elected as their Colonel, Henry R. Jackson,
Lieutenant Colonel, Thomas Y. Redd, Major,
Charles J. Williams, Adjutant, John For
syth. The regiment consisted of ten com
panies and numbered nine hundred and ten
men. Among the companies was one from
Savannah, an existing volunteer organ'z 1
tiou called “The Irish Jasper Greens," of
which Henry R Jackson was captain. On
the election of J ickson to the colonelcy, the
ffl ;ers were, John McMahon, Captain; G.
Crulette, 1st Lieutenant; D. O'Connor, 2d
Lieutenant, aHd John Devany, Orderly Ser
geant. There was another company from
Macon called the “Macon Guards,” of which
Isaac Holmes was Captain, E L. Shelton 1st
Lieutenant, E. S. Rodgers 2d Lieutenant'
and William Griffin, Orderly. Another com
pany from C olumbus was called the “Colum
bus Guards, ” of which Jas. S. Calhoun was
Captain, Edward B. Goulding 1st Lieuten
ant, H C. Anderson 2 d Lieutenant, and W.B.
Phillips Orderly.
A private in the Macon Guards was
William A. Harris, now Secretary of the
Georgia Senate; and the fourth Sergeant
of ife “ Coluuibus Guards” was Mark
Hard in Blaudford now one of the leading
lawyers of the Columbus bar. who in the late
‘ war between the States,” was a Captain of
the twelfth Ga. Regiment, belonging to
Stonewall Jackson’s Command, and lost his
arm in the hard fought battle of McDowell.
Although more than thirty five years have
passed since the organization of the Georgia
Mexican Regiment at Columbus, yet these
two gentlemen are yet in the vigor of mature
manhood as then they were of that pecu
liarly you'hful age, when it was doubtful
whether they should have been classed as
men, or boys. But without regard to age, it
A “ClrClJS SlANi’S SERMON.”
The Truth About the Death aud
Funeral of the Circua Attache
at Cleveland, Tenu,
List week we copied an article we found
fl rating around in the newspapers relative to
a funeral discourse delivered by a circus man t
nick-named the “Little Giant Orator” over
a dead comrade, also an attache of Coup’s
Circus, who had died of fever in Cleveland,
Tenn. We copied the little sketch because
there was a touch of quaint pathos in the fu
neral discourse, but we thought at the time
there was more poetry than truth in it, par
ticularly as it was therein fstated that the
minister in Cleveland refused to attend the
“poor circus-boy’s” funeral, and that preach
ers in general would not perform the last
offices for the dead who had belonged to the
sawdust ring profession. A letter received
from a citizen of Cleveland confirms this im
pression, and we gladly publish his clear and
unvarnished statement of the facts connected
with the death and burial of the “poor fel
low who had no friends,” according to the
sketch published last week. Our correspon
dent declares there were but two truths in
the article—that the man died in Cleveland
aud that he was buried there. He says:
‘ Four men—advance agents and bill post-
ters of Coup’s circus—came to our town from
Georgia, all of them ill with malarial fever.
They were left here sick by George Mid
dleton, who had the squad in charge,
to be cored for by our people. Doc
tors McN.bb and Long, two of our best
practitioners attended them. “
Two of them
soon recovered and went ou after the rest >:
the said B.U Posters. The remaining two,
Charles Thurber and George Smith, were
very sick, the former died and the latter re
covered. They were left at the Ocon House,
Put Layne, Proprietor, the principal hotel in
the town,where one Henderson H x was hired
by said Liyne to stay in their room and wait
upon them, not knowing whether any of
them would get any pay for their services.
The ladies of our town visited the-sick boys
and ief. them 11 >wers and showed them a
ureat many kind attentions. When the
young man Thurber died the ladies made a
beautiful wreath of flowers and put it upon
his e> ffiu. Jno. Edwards, J. M, Maxwell,
i „ ' , ..- f -.- Will Cate aud Jno. T. Rgers, all young men
few fufv.ve f As In il ustration tnlicabU of town - the P^l bearers,put the coffin in one
to this pXular subject^the writer^eceived of the best hearses o£ the town ’ - aud - a S reat
SPECIALJ/IENTION.
PENCIL AND SCISSORS.
a letter from Capt. John McMahon, dated
the 24-b O -t., 1878, in which he says: * T e e
are but three or four members of my eompa
ny living. All the commissioned and non
commissioned effi .-era have been gathered to
their fathers long since; I am the ouly one
.... . t. . . / spared.” Since then Captain M, Mahan has
any histones when I’ve got the Bible for it. d ^ parted this life . He died at Savannah,
where he so long resided, respected and be-
Clrcumstantial Evidence.
“I will never vote to hang a man on cir
cumstantial evidence,” we have frequently
heard from men who ought to have more
sense than to make any such declaration.
Were such a rule adhered to by men gener
ally much open-handed crime would go un
punished. We ought not to vote recklessly
to inflict punishment either small or great,
upon any one. The severity of the penalty
should not make us at all more conscientious
in our effort to do justice. But evidence may
be conclusive without being positive. Men
sometimes—we fear often—swear to false
hoods. Facts, on the contrary, even isolated
ones, may point so directly to a conclusion
that there can be no question of their signifi
cance. That circumstances may be miscon
strued and given a bearing that they really
do not have, is admitted. Many instances
are cited in which innocent parties have thus
been made to suffer. But though such cases
are numerous they are comparatively rare.
Of a thousand persons convicted on circum
stantial evidence not more than one or two
would leave any reasonable doubt of their
guilt. That many of them persist to the last
in denying the charge against them must not
be taken into account. Pride, stubbornness
and other feelings of a kindred nature hinder
many from confessions of guilt. Many a
felon adheres obstinately at the foot of the
gallows to the lie he has been telling. No
more credence should be given his word then
than at any previous time. The proper link
ing together of circumstances in making up
a chain of evidence requires the exercise of
cool, dispassionate judgment. Juries are but
men, and men may err. They do not, how
ever, often err at the expense of the innocent.
More frequently from undue squeamishness,
they let the guilty go free. * *
Woman’s Influence.
It has been said that “the vice against
which woman sets her face must fall.” Then,
in the name of our common womanhood, let
us turn upon the curse of curses, the awful
light of public and private condemnation, of
unanswering and uncompromising hatred un
til we hunt it from the face of the earth,—
Emily Huntington Hiller.
Here it is. Peter, preaching to them on the
day of PeDtecost, said, ‘Save yourself from
this untowered generation.’ ” After the
meeting “broke” aud they monnted their
hores to ride to dinner, my old friend said to
the preacher: “Why, Brother Mansfield,
you made a great mistake in your sermon
this morning.” “Mistake!” said he, “what
was it, Brother Roach?” “Why, that about
the untowered generation. It is not untow
ered generation,” said he; i*“it is un
toward. It is, ‘Save yourselves from
this untoward generation.” The preacher
dropped his head, thought a moment, and
then said:“There can’t be any mistake about
that. Why, I’ve preached it that way more
than a dozen times.” When they reached
the house where they were to dine they found
a dictionary, and that was appealed to to
settle the matter. Alas, that the verdict
spoiled a favorite sermon!” *
In Great Britian there is a medical asso
ciation with already nearly 200 members,
who eschew the prescription of alcoholic
liquors in nearly every case, and who publish
a quarterly magazine as an exponent of their
views. Dr. R-cbardson and Norman Keer,
of London, and other most eminent names
are included. In America the number of
temperance doctors is daily increasing.
There is surely to be a revolution in the prao
tice of prescribing alcoholics.
A Queen's Letter,
Women are accused of being wanting in
philosophy—in that calm consideration of
circumstances out of which blossoms a noble
resignation and often a far seeing prescience.
But one who reads the words of Louise, the
gifted and beautiful Queen of Prussia, writ
ten to her father during the days of her mis
fortune and cruel treatment by Napoleon,
will recognize in them the largest and most
philosophic resignation as well as the pro
phetic insight which seems to fall upon those
who suffer and rt fleet in quiet. “Wiser and
higher words were seldom written. With us
it is all over for the present even if not for
ever. I look for nothing more during my
life. • • • We have fallen asleep on the
laurels of Frederick the Great, who, as the
master of his century, created a new epoch.
We have not kept pace with the age, there
fore it has left us behind. Better times will
certainly come, but only through goodness
can the world become better, therefore I do
not believe that the Emperor Napoleon Bona
parte is firm and safe on bis glittering throne.
Only truth and justice are strong and secure.
He is merely politic—which means world-
wise—and he does not conform to eternal
laws, but to circumstances as they happen to
be, and with such a policy he stains his gov
ernment by many deeds of injustice. • • •
Moreover he has no moderation, and he who
cannot observe moderation loses his balance
and falls. • • • The end appears to be at
a great distance; we shall probably not see it
and shall die before it is reached. As God
wills; all as He wills. But I find comfort,
strength, courage and serenity in the hope
that lies deep in my soul. Life is but a pas
sage, yet we must go through it. L^t us only
care for this, ts become each day riper and
better. ’
Oat Grown.
The Home Journal in reviewing Mrs.
Clement’s new novel “Eleanor Maitland,”
says of its heroine:
These standards of ladylike conduct and
the superior qualities of a mature mind are
made to belong to a young widow, whose
brief wedded life could scarce be called ex
periences, but they served the writer’s pur
pose of showing how the noblest growths in
a woman’s life might under certain circum
stances have made her unhappy. For exam
ple, Eleanor Maitland blushed in the solitude
and sacredness of silence when she became
conscious of the unpleasant truth that had
the man whom she loved and married as a
child, stood before her in her maturity and
asked her hand she would have refused it in
justice to both of them. Her models of ex
cellence had become nobler, her purposes in
life grander aiul more earnest, and she could
now only wed her ideal or remain unmarried,
and she was grieved because she could not
any longer mourn for the once beloved dead.
She had grown away from him, and she tried
to be sorry because she was loyal and tender;
bur, alas for the woman who is equally loyal
and tender but whose soul and intelligence
have grown away from the living 1
Expense of Beer,
“During 1880, says the Retailer, the organ
of the brewers, taxes were paid on 15.374,000
barrels or 414,000,000 gallons. This Is equiv
alent to about one hundred and fifty mugs
for every man, woman and child in the
country. Leaving out the females and chil
dren, this vast quanity represented 600 glasses
a year for each male over twenty-one years
old in the United S’ates. When we consider
the very large number of adult males who
drink no beer at all. the amount to those who
do drink is simply enormous.
It would be difficult to fiud a more destruc
tive poison than ardent spirits.—Dr. Gordon.
The victims of drunkenness descend to the
drunkard’s grave. Misery, poverty and re
morse have attended them in this world-
farther we can not follow them; but their
sad career demands that we should use every
tffort to save others.
loved by all who knew him.
It would be reasonable for one who did not
know, judging from the laps * of years, ami
that be was the Commander of a Regiment
in 1846, to conclude that General J icks in is
a veteran in years as well as in military ser
vice, but he yet lacks a decade of that period
in life, when years and authority label a
man as old. He is also iu fine health and full
vigor, and there is no rea-on why he should
not be a non generian. He was elected Col
onel of the Georgia Regiment for the Mexican
war, at the age of twenty-six, and his com
petitors were Captains Hoimes and Calhoun,
both of whom had had military experience
in the Florida war. Notwithstanding this
early promotion, General Jackson is not as
well known as the other J teksons to the
masses of the present time, because he has
not been conspicuous in politics. I cannot
call to mind any candidacy of his to office be
fore the people, and the only < ffiee he ever
held were those of Judge of the Superior
Courts of the Eastern Circuit, and the U. S.
District Attorney for the State of Georgia.
Beginning his public life as a Colonel of a
R giment, and ending it as a General in the
late War, his title of Judge has been lost in
that of General. Hence it may be appropri
ate to state for the information of the pres,
ent and the retiring generation, that General
Jackson is a son of Dr. Henry Jackson of
Athens, long time deceased, who was a
much younger brother of Governor James
Jackson. He who was a brave and
gallant soldier in the American R vo’utiou,
was after peace a Senator in the U. S. Con
gress from Georgia, and her Governor, who
burned the papers of the “Yaz .0 fraud,” by
fire drawn from Heaven. The present Chief
Justice of our Supreme Court is his grandson
and therefore the second cousin of Gen. H.
R. Jackson.
As General Jackson is better known to the
people as a general than as a judge, so he is
better known as an orator than a poet. Yet
tie has written many poems, having merit of
the first order, and several of them have
taken their places among standard American
pieces by the side of those of Longfellow,
Whittier, Poe, and Halleck. “The Old Red
Hills of Georgia,” and the apostrophe to his
“father” are now recalled as some of these.
All, or nearly all of General Jackson’s poems
were written when he was a young man. At
a certain period of his life he seemed to out
grew his poetical temperament, and got to
regard his writing of verse as a youthful in
discretion. I regard thi3 as unfortunate for
him, as well as the literature of the South,
for with maturity of years comes maturity
of thought, and continuing as he had so suc
cessfully begun, there is no reason why he
should not be the author of “much” instead
of “lit le”—that will live. If Longfellow
and Whittier should have suddenly, years
ago, ceased their literary labors in poetry,
how much reputation they would have los r ,
and of bo ./much pleasure would the world
have been deprived. But once within my
knowledge of later years, has General Jack-
son been tempted into the fire of poetry and
that was engendered by the all important
event of the death of Stonewall Jackson,
This sad event produced some of the fiuest
lyrics in our language, and General Jackson’s
will stand the test by comparison with the
best.
It is known now to but few, even vei~y few,
that General Jackton has also been an editor
—an editor of a daily paper. In the contest
between Duncan L. Crich and George W.
Towns for Governor of Georgia, when party
spirit was high between the Whigs and the
Democrats, Henry R. Jackson was the polit
ical editor of the Savannah Daily Georgian.
He performed that task ably and successfully.
HU leaders were generally reproduced in the
Democratic papers of the State. They were
written with such judgment and power that
one may well at least suggest the probability
that they saved the State to the Democracy,
by their small majority of some twelve hun
dred votes. I hope the general does not now
look on that episode in his life as another of
his youthful indiscretions. If he does and I
cannot be pardoned for “telling tales out of
school,” I shall have to endure his censure
—for they are told, and I have no accusing
conscience,
General Jackson first located in Columbus,
Geoigia, and from there in the year 1841 or 2
changed his location to Savannah. He rapid
ly rose until, years ago, he reached the front
rank of his profession. Since the war he has
devoted himself to it as exclusively as possi
ble, and his efforts have been blessed with
pecuniary success. General Jackson within
a few years after his location at Savanmib,
married the acknowledged beanty of the
city—Mias Cornelia Davenport. Sbe died in
the year 1853 at the early age of twenty-
nine, and is cne mother of ail his children, in
whom, like everything else, he has been
peculiarly blessed. His present wife, who is
much the style of his first, was Miss Florence
King, daughter of Mr. Butler King, of the
county cf Glynn, who so long and so ably
represented Georgia in Congress. I cannot
forbear to add, even with the adverse criti
cism of adulation confronting me, because i
feel it. and it is but just to the dead, to say—
he was a man of gentle, refinement, and of
unostentatious elegance, whom to know was
a liberal education.” I have never heard of
the circumstances of his death, but I have
often said I know he died as he lived—like
the true gentleman he was. R. H. C.
many citizens of our town followed the re
mains to the‘ City Cemetery,” where R»v.
H. W. Bays of the M. E. Church South t ffioi
ated. Mr. Bays preached a short funeral
sermon and then offered up a prayer which
was said to bo the most beautiful the by
standers had ever heard. Mr Bays had ar
ranged to preach his funeral at the church,
but the evening was so wet that they thought
it best to go directly to the grave. The
wrea h of flowers was sent by Mr. Bays to
Thurber’s mother in Rhode Islind.
On the 28th of Oe:ober the Circus came,
they paid all the expenses, and moreover
gave complimentary tickets to all the ladies
who had visited the sick boys and those who
waited upon them. After the day perform
ance was over the actors, together with their
band, visited the grave of poor Thurber, and
paid their last tribute of respect to their dead
comrade. May he rest in peace under the
shade of the lovely tree under which he is
buried, and may the rains fall lightly, the
flowers bloom sweetly, and the gentie zephyrs
of summer play about the grave of the
stranger boy.
His father and mother had been notified
by both telegram and letter before his death
and his clothing and trunk sent to his mother
after his death. Respectfully,
Arthur Traynor,
We are glad to be able to publish this vin
dication of our Cleveland ^people from the
implied charge of indifference to the fate of
a fellow creature. We looked for some
amendment of the published st itement to be
sent us but hardly expected such a complete
refutation of the slander—such a clear show*
ing that the facts were all on the other side
and that the citizens and particularly the
women of Cleveland were prompt in extend
ing kind attentions to the sick man and all
respect to his remains when dead, though
they had no assurance they would receive
any compensation. *
THE EARLY RIRD.
What he Sometimes Catches by
being; so soon Abroad.
Dr. Hall says this is a free country, and
everybody is at liberty to set up his opinions.
His own concerning early rising does not
conform with Dr. Franklin’s. He affirms
that exercise before breakfast is very detri
mental, and that to rise with the dawn is not
a healthy practice. He says:
It requires no argument to prove the im
purity of a city atmosphere about sunrise and
sunset, reeking as it must, with the odors of
thousands of kitchens and cesspools, to say
nothing of the innumerable piles of garbage
wh ich the improvident poor allow to accum
ulate in front of their dwellings, in their back
yards and their cellars; any citizen may sat
isfy himself as to the existence of noisome
fumes by a summer evening’s walk along any
of our by-streets; and although the air is
cooler in the mornings, yet the more hurtful
of these malaria saturate it, but of such a
subtle nature are they, that no microscopic
observation, no chemical analysis has as yet
been able to detect, in an atmosphere thus
impregnated, any substance or subsistence to
which these deadly influences might be
traced, so subtle is the poison, so impalpable
its nature; but invisible, un traceable as it
may be, its influence is certain and immedi
ate, its effects deadly.
Sr ms will say, look how healthy the farm
er’s boy is, and the daily laborers, who go to
thf ir work from one year’s end to another by
“crack of dawn I” My reply is, if they are
healthy, they are so in spite of these expo
sures; their simple fare, their regular lives,
and their out-door industry, give their bodies
a tone, a vigor, a capability of resisting dis
ease which nullifies the action of malaria to
a very considerable extent. Besides, women
live as long r s men, and it cannot be said that
they generally exercise out of doors before
breakfast.
Our Knickerbocker ancestry! the very
mention of them suggests—fat! a double fat
ness in tact—fat as to body and fat as to
purse; if you could catch hold of one of them,
instead of getting a little pinch of thin skin,
as you would from a lean Yankee, you clutch
whole rolls of fat, solid fat—what substantial
people the real, identical, original old Knicks
are! how long they live too! expectant sons-
in-law echo, sighingly, “how long!” in fact,
1 do not recollect of their dying at all, at
least as we do; they simply ooze out or sleep
away. May we not inquire if there is not at
least some connection between their health as
a class, and the very general habit of the sons
here, derived from their sires in fatherland,
of eating breakfast by candle-light ? Another
very significant fact in point is, that the
French in the south are longer lived, and suf
fer far less from the fevers of the country
thon their American neighbors: in truth,
their exemption is proverbial; and as a class
they have their coffee and boiled milk, half
and half, with sugar, brought to their bed
sides every morning, or take it before they
leave the house,
It is not an uncommon thing for persons to
go west to select a new home for their ris
ing families, never to return: “took sick and
died;” this is the sad and comprehensive
statement of the widowed and the fatherless,
owing doubtless, in many instances, to their
traveling on horseback early in the morning
and late in the evening in order to avoid the
heat of the day,
Many a traveller will save his life by tak
ing a warm and hearty breakeast before
starting in the morning, and by patting up
for the night not later than sundown.
—It is suspected that raising wolves for the
scalp bounty is a regular industry in some
parts of Wisconsin.
—M. Gambetta says that the strength of
France is in a great measure due to the thrift
and industry of French women.
—A Cincinnati paper says that it has been
fully and conclusively proven that an Ohio
hotel without a bar-room can’t be kept open
except at a loes.
—Iowa furnishes the only case on record
in this country where a wife has eloped with
her father-in-law, who was also grandpa to
her four children.
—Betsy Hamilton has been with ns this
week, and her genial face, as she popped in
and out, has kept the office in a blaze of good
humor. She has taken in the Exposition,
and will have much to say about it.
—The beautiful hair picture made of hair
from the heads of contributors to the Sun
ny South Household, will be found in the
Art Hall at the Exposition. It is one of the
greatest curiosities there.
—A couple had taken their places before a
clergyman to be married, at Lowville, N.Y.,
when a quarrel arose about the handling of
che ring, and the wedding was postponed in
definitely. Probably that was the most for
tunate quarrel of their lives.
—The energetic Coloradoans now propose
to build a railroad from Denver to Golden
with a track eighteen inches wide. The cars
will be arranged something after the Irish
jaunting-car style, the passengers sitting
back to back. The small engines designed to
puU the trains will weigh but eight tons.
—Paris Figara devotes one page of its sup
plement to Yorktown. One paragraph says:
“Since the days of Yorktcwn upon what
shores and iu what country have we notgiv-
en of our blood and gold? We have aided
Greece, Turkey and Italy. The United States,
of ail these, is.the only one whose gratitude
has survived a hundred years.”
—The last census reveals a very promising
tendency in the South -the breaking up of
large estates and the increase of small land
owners. This is prominently the case in
Georgia, where there are more than double
the number of landholders than there were
previous to the war. This state of things is
a marked indication of prosperity among the
population generally.
—Guiteau is very much interested in a cor
respondence with a lady in Indiana. He has
invited her to visit Washington so as to at
tend his trial, which he says will end in his
complete vindication. He says this will be
due to the Lord. He considers himself en
gaged to this lady, and on Saturday sent her
three of his photographs.
—Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Thompson have
been visiting Mr. Paul Hayne, after a brief
but notable tiip to Florida. They are worthy
representatives of Western culture and gen
iality, Mr. Thompson occupies a high rank
as a poet and prose-writer, and his archery
reputation is national. Mr. and Mrs. Thomp
son left on Tuesday morning for Crawford-
ville. Indians, where they have a charming
home.—Augusta News.
—The usual Guy Fawkes celebrations were
held in London and Liverpool. Effigies of Mr
Gladstone, Mr. Parnell, Mr. Biggar and oth
ers were burned in the poorer districts of
London, according a3 the Irish or English
element predominated, but no disturbance
occurred. Among the effigies burned at
Lewes, where the ainiversary was, as usual,
celebrated with great eclat, was one of Gui
teau.
—The National Hotel of Dalton, Ga., keeps
pace with the times. To meet the demands of
the heavy run upon them during the Cotton
Exposition, Dr. Lewis & Son, the proprie
tors, have had to greatly enlarge their dining
room and add to their force. It is hard to
pass this house, as there is always something
good in store for the hungry traveler who
stops, and the public has found that out. A
good, square meal for fifty cents, is all they
charge. Try them once.
Titos. Keene.
Mr. Thomas Keene cieated the impression
that he would make a fine tragic actor by
1 is spirited rendering of Cassius two seasons
ago. He has fulfilled that promise by his
vigorous interpretation of Richard Third
and Macbeth. He played these strong char
acters this week in Atlanta with a power and
magnetism that more than satisfied the large
audiences which packed DtGiye’s Opera
House from parquette to peanut gallery. Ha
was excellently well sustained by his com
pany ; especially good was the female support
Mr. Keene’s fault is a little too much inten
sity—too much action and facial changes.-
but his voice is fme, his gestures forceful and
his conception of Shakspeare vigorous if not
wholly artistic.
Callers at the Sunny South:
Office.
Since our last issue we have had a great
many pleasant callers at oar sanctum, and
among them note the following:
A. Niles and C. H. Haines, of Union
Springs, Ala.; W. M. Jones and J. T. Glaze,
of Montgomery, Ala.; J. K Rentfrow, E-q.,
one of the Superintendents of the Eagle &
Pfcoenix Mills, ^Columbus, Ga.; Miss E.
A. Rice and Miss Ware, of Marshall-
ville, Ga.; Col. B. C. Yancey, of Georgia
and Alabama; Mrs. Hurt, of Auburn, Ala.;
Mrs. Lockhart, of Opelika, Ala.; F. Me. C.
Cody, of Newport, Tenn.; J. W. Woodruff,
Moores villa, Ala., with seven interesting
ladies under his charge. (He says the time
spoken of in the Scriptures has come.) H.
N. Feagin, Wellborn Mills, Ga.; J. W.
Waterhouse, Macon, Ga.; B. 8. Kiitrell,
Oconee, Ga.; W. H. Coulter, Lively^ Ala.;
W. T, Shumate, Greenville, S. C.; L B. Bos-
worth, Americus; Mr. Payne, Fairburn,
Ga.; Mr. Willie of Independence, Texas; W.
H. Wetmore, Thomasville, N. C.; W. L.
Kluttz, Salisbujy, N. C.; D. W. Stanley,
Abingdon, Va.; M. L. Smith, SaltviUe, Vir
ginia.
Reader, are you one who is daily contribu
ting from your hard-earned wages to the
rnmseller’s support? If so, sit down and cal*
culate how much you spend daily in saloons.
How much does it amount to in a year ? Sup
pose you saved this, and each week put it in
the tiank, allowing it to draw interest. How
long would it take you to purchase a lot, and
build a little home for yourself and family?
Think on these things, flow much has liquor
cost you in the past five, ten or fifteen years?
How mnch good has it done you—your wife
or children?
The selectmen of the town of Franconia
New Hampshire, have voted that the peak
west of Mount Garfield, being the first peak
north of Mount LaFayette, shall be named
the Elizabeth Thompson mountain in honor
of the iady philanthropist of that name.