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VOLUME XII.—NUMBER 586.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 5,1*87.
PRICE: $2.00 A YEAR IN ADVANCE.
volunteer soldiery in that war, entitles them
to this long, and unjustly withheld rec ignition,
and requital. Considering the stupendous ad
dition this domain has contributed to the grand
aggregate of the nation’s wealth and political
prestige and power, the requital is immeas
urably below the deserts of the beneficiaries.
The act provides that a pension of $8 a
month shall be paid all surviving officers and
enhsted men, including mariners, militia and
volunteers of the military and naval service
of the United States, who, being duly enlisted”
actually served sixty days with the army or
navy in Mexico or on the coast or frontier
thereof, or in the war with that nation, or were
actually engaged iii battle in said war and
were honorably discharged, and to such other
officers and soldiers and sailors as may have
been personally named in any resolution of
Congress for any specific service in said war,
and the surviving widows of such officers and
enlisted men, provided every such officer, en
listed man or widow who is or may become it!
years of age, or who is or may become subject
to any disability of dependency equivalent to
some cause prescribed or recognized by the
pension laws of the United States as sufficient
reason for allowance of pension, shall be en
titled to the benefits of this act; but it shall
A HOG-KILLING time.
A Building Where Hundreds
of Hogs are Killed Daily.
The Fig Sticker at Work—Started on
His Journey—A Prince of Pork—
The Scalding Vat—Automatic
Hog Scraper—The Whole Hog
Saved Except the Squeal.
EniToit Scnnt South:
Slaughtering hogs by machinery is a young
business. For twenty years pigs and cattle
have been hoisted into position to facilitate
throat cutting or head hem Tiering, but only
seven or eight years ago was mechanical hog
kill ng and scraping successfully accomplished.
A visit to Chicago is certainly incomplete
without going to one or more of the establish
ments where hog killing by machinery goes on
from early morn until the fall of night. Your
correspondent went out to the town of Lake a
interesting process is done by machinery, and
the apparatus is one of the most wonderful
ever invented.
The endless chain drags the hog into the
very mouth of this macb ine. He is hot and
wet and smoking from his bt.”.. Fret he
slides through cloths w hich britoii the water
not be held to include any person not within . few hour8 afU;r he arrived in HogopolU, ami
the rule of age or disability or dependency . , , .
herein defined, or who incurred such disability | “ e wa8 80 interested that he went out again
[BY K. H. MAUK ]
“I I now their sorrows.”—Ex 3:7.
Nobody saw it—the tear that fell
As silent as dew in the mossy dell,
Tnat trickled slow o’er the pale, wan cheek.
And down on the hand that lay nerveless and weak.
8ne bad guarded it safe while another was by;
She had screened It well from the watcher’s eye;
She bad held It back witb a fearful s:raln—
But it fell when they left ber alone wltb Pain.
N body beard It—‘be low, deep sigh.
From the motionless lips, so p*nia and dry—
The slgb of a heart that mu fit -d Its tone.
And Its anguish and bitterness never would own;
For sbe covered ber agony up with a smile,
And sbe Uuir.ed and she Joked—but all the while
Low down in tbe dnpths that none may explore,
Her spirit lay writhing, faint and sore.
Nobody knew all tbe long, weary day,
What sbe tried to do In her poor, weak way;
Nobody knew of the plans and schemes,
Tbat floated In brain like tbe airiest dreams,
That ►be worked out In thought so wisely and well,
Till they perfected seemed. But at last they fell;
And. like many a purpose of spirit true.
They failed for the lack of strength to do.
Nobody knew of tbe comfort she gave
Wiib a heart so feeling, unselfish and brave;
Nobody knew but tbe few, lone ones
Whose spirits were thrilled by her low, sweet tones,
Br her comforting words and tier sympathy true.
For sbe offered to them wbat she felt and knew;
And she gave wltb a pity to soothe and still—
Not rankle and hurt, as pity oft will.
But the 8avlor saw It - tbe tear while It lay
Still under tbe lid—and tie wiped It away.
He beard tbe sigh that was deep and long;
He took It and turned It Into a song.
Tbe heart outspread, like a page He could read,
Aud Its pure intention accepted as deed;
And as swift as a R *yal Messenger,
The comfort sbe gave ca ne hack to her.
Our Defenceless Coast.
while ia any manner voluntarily engaged or
aiding or abetting tbe late rebellion against
the authority of the United States. Section
4,717, revised statutes is repealed, so far as it
relates to this act, or to pensioners under this
act.
The Uoyalty of Old Slaves.
A rare instance of the fidelity of two colored
men to their former master has just come to
public attention in Wilkinson county. Before
the war one of the proudest slave-owners in
that section wss Col. Downing. He was the
owner of large tracts of land, as well as of a
number of slaves. When the troubles of 18110
came on be was the rankest secessionist in tbe
country. The stiuggle left him land poor.
Acre by acre he sold it off, being unable to
square himself with the new order of things.
At last, when all his land was gone and his
family dead, he was atllicted with blindness
and was in danger of being put in the county
poor-house.
“They must not do that with old master,”
said Joe Downing. Joe and his brother 1’eter
were the slaves of Col. Downing before the
war, and always went under his name. While
their old master was going down in the world,
these two colored men were hard at work and
saving money. They purchased 150 acres of
rich Ian 1, built thereon a comfortable house,
accumulated live stock and farming implements
and had good credit at the bank here. To this
home they took their old master, installed him
in the best room and compelled all the peo
ple around to treat him with the utmost re
spect. Lately Col. Downing has been fearing
that his death was approaching, and seemed
to be fearful that he might be buried as a pau-
the next day; this time accompanied by an ar
tist friend who made the sketches presented tc
your readers to day.
no STIC KINO.
The most interesting mat is the hog killer.
He kills hogs; gets four dollars a day and goes
home with no cloud on his countenance. Did
you ever see him at work? If not you have
missed one of the soul-stirring scenes with
which Chicago abounds. He is not a big man,
this pig killer, and he doesn’t look so very
wicked, but he is brave and bloody and does a
good work; for his keen knife is tbe dividing
line between agriculture and commerce. He
is the motive power that sends dollars rolling
in golden streams back to the farms and starts
SOUTHERN LITERATURE.
• 'ind the ’enerrj weal; ness of v 1 per To ea^) his mir.u ,nn thjs 4 matter, the
the coast defences of* the United States has naftr jut-
tiain loads anrVflhip loads of foods on their
wav to , 1
been a matter of serious concern to the think
ing portion of the people for many years. It
is true that our peaceful policy as a nation, our
isolated position, and our freedom from the
oft-recurring warlike demonstrations of Eu
rope, are calculated to relieve us of apprehen
sion of immediate or protracted war. Yet wars
•do come, and come unpectedly sometimes to
those peacefully inclined. The fable of “The
Wolf and the Lamb” is no less applicable to
nations than to individuals. With all the ap
parently friendly disposition manifested to
wards this country by the governments of Eu
rope, it is certain that the universal freedom
■enjoyed here, the consequent development and
unparalleled growth of this country in popula
tion, wealth and political power and intiuence,
is a standing menace to the stability of those
-governments, exciting their envy and their
fears; so that, despite their protestations of
friendship they would *eize upon every favor
able opportunity to cripple our commerce,
check our advancement, even destroy our na
tionality. < >ur coast-line, we know, extends
thousands of miles and cannot be fortified as
on the boundary Hues between other nations,
or their shorter coast lines. But because we
canno. do this; and because we are compara
tively exempt from the fear of war, is not a
sufficient reason for continuing our coast-line
in such an utterly defenseless condition.
The following call, therefore, of the execu
tive committee of the Coast Defence Associa
tion meets with our ready ami hearty approv
al, and we trust it will be unanimously at
tended by influential citizens, and speak in no
uncertain voice. Should the able and distin
guished persons invited attend, it will—.aid if
it does the influence of this convention for
good can hardly be estimated.
“We, the undersigned citizens of the South
Atlantic and Gulf coast seaports, regard with
alarm the unprotected condition of our cities
which in their present defeLceless state render
them and our homes liablb to destruction or to
the exaction of tribute equally as ruinous in
the event of war. This feeling of alarm is in
tensified by the humiliating fact that a single
gunboat of any third power may take posses
sion of and destroy any one of our seaport
cities, while we are unable to defend or offer
successful resistance. While the nation has
experienced long the blessing of peace, we
cannot always expect this boon, and it is im-*
perative that our ports be placed in a state of
defence, which would alone have a tendency
to avert war.
“We therefore recommend that a conven
tion be held at DeFuniak Springs, Fla., a cen
tral and convenient point, to convene Februa
ry 8, 1887, to counsel as to the best method of
$100, to be held until the old man's death,
with which to pay all funeral expeuses.—Mil-
ledgeville (Ga.) Chronicle.
At Last! At Last!
And so we are to have a cotton factory !
Well, well! and as Iiev. Jasper has said of the
sun, Eufaula “do move.” But we are not
surprised at it; indeed we have all along been
confident that her people would in time real
ize her needs and provide for them. This new
enterprise, this proposed cotton factory, is the
strongest element of local prosperity that
could be secured. And it will induce other
enterprises. The question of whether it would
pay is a demonstrable one, and where the re
sults are so certain as they appear from specu
lative analysis there would seem to be scarcely
a doubt that $100,000 can be secured for the
building. But if we cannot have a $100,000
factory by all means let us have a $50,000.
Then we will want a couple of boats on <mr
river to run exclusively in the interest of Eu
faula trade, with a free wharf for them.
It needs no solicitation for the Times to put
forth its endeavors in behalf of the upbuilding
of EufauU, the truth being tbat we have done
little else for quite a while; so we say to those
who may be engaged in any work calculated
to redound to the general interest, go ahead,
the Times is with you and will give you all the
support and encouragement that could be ask
ed for. The Times loses no opportunity to say
a good word for its home and its people, to
which and to whom it is always ready to bid
God-speed on their upward way.
(live us the cotton factory !—Eufaula, Ala.,
Times.
Tne Augusta Chronicle solves the agricultu
ral problem in the South in the following:
The Chronicle has said that the farmers of
Georgia and the South should give attention to
the mat ter of experimentation; they should be
more careful in the purchase of seed; they
should as far as possible, diversify their crops;
they should cultivate the grasses. They need
to do all these things, but they need something
else—cheaper money on longer time. Make
that a possibility, and diversification of crops
will follow. Make that a possibility and ag-
r culture, which made the South the richest
country on the globe, will yield rare profits to
those who engage in it.
Now, then, here is a problem for Congress
men who do not sleep nights, they are so anx
ious to serve their constituents. Here is an
opportunity for Georgia Congressmen. The
solution of the problem is largely in the hands
of Congress Will Congress stand idle while
the greatest interest of the whole country
languish.*? We shall see!
The “Boys in Blue” to the “Gray.”
Mayor Courtney of Charleston, S. C., has
received from the Department of Massachu
setts of the Grand Army of the Republic,
ry o, lots*, to counsel as to tne nest method ot u f _i r> ** . . 4 ... .
burins the protection of our coast, based « XrV&T' '
upon modern improvements. We recommend j ° J
that his Excellency, President Cleveland, the
honorable Secretary of War and the Navy,
both committees ot Congress on military and
naval affaire, General Gilmore and Captain
Greene, of the United States army, General
Newton, Hon. S. Cox, of New York, and
others be invited to attend. Also the govern
ors of North Carolina, South Carolina, Geor
gia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana
and Texas, with four delegates at large and
one from each congressional district, appoint
ed by the governors of the above States, and
delegates from the cities of tiie coast States.
We would gladly include all the coast States,
but in a country of such vast distances, each
section should move in convention or other
wise.”
The circular is signed by wealthy and prom
inent citizens of all the Southern coast cities.
Among the signers are Gov. Drew, of Jack
sonville, and Messrs. Adger of Charleston,
Fairbanks of Ferntndina, Dunn of Bruns
wick, Dismukes of St. Augustine, Bethel of
Key West, 1 »rman of Apalachicola, McQuaine
of Cedar Keys, Chipley of Pensacola, Cun
ningham of Mobile, and Richardson of New
Orleans.
saytn;
“The committee desires you to place the
sum of 8788 in the hands of the managers of
the homes for mothers, widows and daughters
of the Confederate Soldiers of Charleston, S.
C., in behalf of the Department of Massachu
setts of the G. A. K.”
The Western women are bound to have the
suffrage. An Oregon paper cites the interest
ing fact that out of twenty-five babies born in
one county m that State last year, all but t wo
are girls.
Justice at Last.
Congress has at last passed a bill pensioning
the soldiers who served in tbe war witb Mexi
co. Tbe magnificent domain added to tbe
Union as a result of the gallant services of the
The Houston, (Tex.,) Post says that of twen
ty-four aldermen in the city of New York elev
en are saloon keepers.
Ililborne L. Roosevelt, who has just died in
New York at the early age of .‘17, lived long
enough to build the great Centennial organ
ami invent the telephone switch, the electric
call-beils and numerous other appliances now
largely used.
Quern Victoria vows that never in her long
life have two men treated her more shabbily
than Mr. Gladstone and Lord Randolph
Churchill. It comes out now that Lord
Churchill wrote his recent resignation while a
guest of the Queen, and that “he actually used
Windsor Castle note paper.”
Dr. John C. Barron, of the New York Yacht
Club, has offered General Paine $20,000 for
the sloop Mayflower, of regatta fame.
hungrq. The pig-sucker
fession. fn fact he w.ars it—a clot of pink
and carmine gore—all over his clothes, but he
is not proud and attends strictly to business.
So much for the pig-sticker. We leave him
and s roll over to an adjacint pen where two
or three men are at work ca ching pigs. The
catcher is an active j oung man with a keen
eye and a nervy hand. He reaches for a pig’s
hind leg, slips a loop chain arguni it, a man
above lets go a little lever and in a moment the
omnipotent power of steam has jerked the
porker to a hanging position. He is not at all
comfortable and expresses his disapproval by
by many a dissatisfied grunt and shrill squeal,
but they all fall unheeded on the ears of the
hard hearted men. Let us follow him. Not
practically, do you mind, but with our eye,
and with pencil in hand. After his hogship
has been left hanging a moment the chain to
his leg is attached to a carrier which slips
along an over-hanging rail and the victim
swings clear of the pen and takes one last lin
gering look at his unsuspecting brothers and
sisters who are so soon to follow him.
He goes to his doom, for half a dozen feet
away stands our friend the sticker, erect,
steady on his legs, and ready for business.
The doomed hog slides gently down
the inclined plane, and when he reaches the
executioner he is seized by the foreleg, his fat
throat is pulled towards him, exposing the
fatal spot over the heart, and with a quick,
quiet sort of movement the keen bladed knife
is driven home. The life blood spurts out, the
squeal is louder and mere agonizing than ever
ani then dies out in the distance, for he slides
on down the inclined plane. Faster and faster
the fated porkers are stuck, tbe platform is
flooded in blood and the equals commingle ill
one terrific squeal. The scene grows exciting,
and the thirst for gore insatiable. Jab, jab,
jah, goes the fatal knife, every jab a pig worth
a dozen dollars and adding another two hun
dred and fifty pounds to the pork supply that
Chicago sends out to the waiting world. The
sticker seems never in a hurry, his arm is
never unnerved; his aim never untrue. Eight
pigs a minute, half a thousand an hour they
come and go, for nine hours a day.
Where do they go? We really forgot, so
interested did we become in the manipulations
of the sticker’s knife. But we promised to
follow the pigs, and we will. Down the in
clined plane they go, jostling each other while
their life blood runs down into scuppers to be
converted into fertilizers, for the very land,
perhaps, that was once their stamping ground.
At the end of the rail stands a man who deftly
from his skin, and then he is squeezed and
pulled into a gauntlet of wheel?, each about a
foot wide and all revolving in a direction the
reverse of which the endless chain is pulling
the pig. The whee’ls are set wi.h keen, sharp
blades, in twos and threes, tbin and suple, and
their edges so arranged that they scrape but
do not cut. Through the narrow avenue of the
wheels the carcass is slowly drawn. Here my
friend and I were puzzled. We could not see
how all sizes of hogs could go through the same
narrow avenue, and one of the men explained:
“You notice,” he said, “the mo’able bearings
and the flexib lity of the steel blades render the
apparatus self-adjustable to animals of all
sizes and varying shapes. The lean pig is well
scraped and the skin of the big, fat hog is not
bruised or scratched. The mechanical scraper
will do the work of one hundred men and turn
the carcass out more uniform aud whiter than
the best of hand scraping. Of course the nn
chine cannot reach all parts of the carcass,” he
continued. “Here and there are portions from
which the hair lias not been removed, and
these are attended to by band scrapers, which
you will see further on.”
Going on further through the establishment
we come to them. The men work in pairs,
one on eacli side of the bench, ar.d his hogship
gets very little rest. First one pair aid then
another slide it along on the bench, each clean
ing his allo.ed part, until it gets to the end as
nice aid white as any one could wish. At the
end of tbe bench is a table over which stands
a man with a peculiar looking knife. His work
is to cut off the pig’s head; and the way he
does it is wonderful. Grabbing the now Hair
less ear of the hog, the man throws the neck
into just the position which suits him, makes
three slashes with his knife and the head hangs
only by the threads of skin on one side of the
neck. It looks to the casual observer like very
simple work. Yet it is an art, and few men in
the world can do the trick, and they pet seven
dollars a day. Every carcass l:|iecapitated ex
actly as the other. There ;. the variance
c’.r >rs jJ&fl if 'T'f'
the knife makes tbe shoulder f\eccs, and shout
derg are worth money. The workman must
cut. in a certain line, for there is only one
joint through which this beheading can be si
quickly and neatly accomplished. And he does
it quickly. His movements are so quick that
the eye can hardly follow them. The work
man cuts off heads quicker than most men
could cut off tails and makes a cleaner job
of it.
As fast as the heads fall to one side a work-
A Song for the Salliqnoy by Maurice
Thompson.
My Dear Mr. Seal*: I am not a subscriber
to your valuable paper, but occasionally pick
up a copy and read it. If you will permit, I
wish to say a few words in regard to Southern
literature, and reply, somewhat, to Mr. Cook’s
article on the same subj ct. I have no fight to
make on this subject, our opinions do not dif
fer, at all, but I merely wanted to say, that
he omited to give mention, so far as I have
seen, of one among the most refined literary
talents the South has yet produced—Mr.
Janies Maurice Thompson. Although, Mr.
Thompson is a native of Indiana, he was rear
ed in the mountain region of North Georgia.
His first writings were produced in Scott’s
Monthlj Magazine, of Atlanta. These were
mostly poems; some, however, were prose,
and ore of his best, the writer thinks, was
“ Ihe Mill of God—A Prose Idyl.” In boyhood,
Mr. Thompson lived on the Salliquoy—a beau
tiful little river, six miles Northeast of Cal
houn, Ga. 1 will quote a little poem he has
written about the old home on the Salliquoy,
since having moved to Indiana. Although
brief, its rhythm is as sweet, and flowing, as
the little Indian' named stream itself, ard
breathes a spirit quite in accord with its au
thors fancy of nature, and out-door sports, for
no man living has written so much about na
ture and loves her more.—
WASHINGTON CITY.
Reminiscences of Distin
guished Public Men.
A SONG FOR THE SALLIQUOY.
“!’ seems but a dream, and It haunts like a rhyme
Tnls golden memory fraught with Joy.
O' »ny boyhood days In a far < ff clime
Oa the hanks of tbe SiMlquuy.
1 was swift as the wind, and as wild as a hare,
The birds kept no secrets from me,
Aud my thoughts were as keen, and as rank as the
rare—
Hidden honey of the bumble-bee.
Strange longings were in m-% a rhymth in my blood,
I breathed but the perfume of flowers.
I sw«m la the steam, a»d I ran in the wood
Aud I felt every throb of the hours.
Oh the fragranee of pine, and the odor of gum.
No obsencr! can ever destroy.
Lute a dream, aud a rhyme, on my memory they
come
From the hanks of the Salliquoy.
I fl *d like a bird, from my home in the wood
Fled far, and fled strong io my pride,
Aud I found a sweet mate, and I reared me a brood,
And I thought the old longings had died.
But the blue bird will slug at the coming of spring,
And I feel an old song in my mouth—
A »ong tbat my lips are a hungry »o slog
In the warm dim woods of the S juth.
For it comes like a dream, and it haunts like
rhyme.
This memory burdened with joy,
Of my boyhood davs In a far oil clime
On the baaks of the Salliquoy!”
Incidents Which Hare Transpired at
the National Capitol.
BV BEN. PERLY POORE.
No. 170.
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removes the chain from the leg of each pig in
its turn and lets him drop into the scalding
vat. Sometimes, not often, a pig reaches this
stage of his unreturnable journey with a rem
nant of life in his body. But that is his own
lookout. A calculation was made; he was
given so many minutes to die in, and if he
doesn’t take advantage of it, why, it’s no
body’s business but his own. But he is in
the vat, a great tub, twenty feet long by eight
wide, and along with many another fat porker
he is rolled and floated around by tbe
attendants until his hide becomes loose
and bis skin cleaner than it ever
was before. Then he is guided to the end of
the tub and is floated over a big iron cradle
whose arms nearly compass his staaming body.
Steam once more comes into requisition; a man
pulls a lever and the helpless carcass is thrown
on a smooth plank platform where already re
pose the brothers who have gone befere. He
does not linger long, however. A man quickly
places one end of an iron hook in his jaw and
the other end to one of the links of an endless
chain which runs along the surface of the plat
form. He is yanked from his resting place
and moved to his scraping. All or most of the
man affixes hooks to the body, pulls a lever
and steam power once more hoists the body to
another overhead railroad and starts it sliding
towards another oepartineiit—a department
where ladies seldom go and men rarely ex
cept on business. We are curious and we go
despite the smell. Here we take the last look at
the hog as a whole. With his throat cut, his
hide scalded, his skin scraped, his hair off and
his head hanging by a piece of skin, he is now
going to lose t is inner self—that which was
always most preci >us to him. The reader is
not asked to follow us there, nor yet to watch
him as lie goes through the multitude of pro
cesses which lit him for the market. We will
stop for an instant only at the bench where
he is cut into quarters, to be scattered to the
four corners of the earth. Cleavers in the
hands of stalwart men do the work. At one
fell stroke ham separates from side, shoulder
from rib piece. No sooncx is one carcass quar
tered than another drops into place. This,
too, looks like easy work, but the artist when
he essayed to lift a cleaver grew red in the
face and laid it quietly down again. Yet, this
great divider must fall each time in the same
spot. There are two imaginary parallel lines
between the side and the ham and between the
side and the shoulder outside ot which the
cleaver must not go This space between the
lines is not much broader than my lead pencil,
but the axe falls right there every time. In
ventors have attempted to make machines
which will stick pigs, cut off their heads and
quarter their carcasses, but there is only one
machine adjustable to the ever changing con
ditions of every factory and that is the appa
ratus that we call man.
What song is more beautiful? And what
author could write a more expressive and
dearer song of his old boyhood home on the
Salliquoy? I dare say, yet I may be wrong in
my utterance, that Hayne or Lanier have
never written anything to excel it. Another
long notable poein from his pen is “A Song of
the Mocking-Bird,’’ which appeared in the
G:v' f iu.v soim^jnr/nths sro. j .
His books in /heir success, to t ruer, a.e.
“Hoosier Mosaics,” “The Witchery of Ar
chery,’’ “A Tallahassee Girl,” “His Second
Campaign,” “Songs of Fairweathcr,” (poems)
“At Loves Extremes,” and “The Boys Book
of Sports.” Of these none have reached a
larger sale than “At Loves Extremes,” hav
ing already had a sale of one hundred aud fifty
thousand copies. His literary success, so far
as financial returns go, has not been medium,
but greater than that of any other writer in
the West, and surpassed by only two writers
of fiction in the East. Mr. Thompson is a
true Southerner, as he thus sings:
“I am a Southerner,
I love the South, I fought for her.”
President Adams and the Caucus.
The first trouble between the Executive and
Congress was when a caucus of Federal sena
tors sent a delegation to President John Adaas
to remonstrate against the nomination by him
of Mr. Murray to be minister to France, and
to threaten to reject it if the President did
not withdraw it.
Senators Bingham, Read, Sedgwick, Ross
and Stockton were appointed as that commit
tee, and they directed tbeir chairman to ad
dress a respectful note to the President, ex
pressing a wish that he would permit them to
wait upon and converse with him on the sub
ject of the nomination. An answer was im
mediately returned that the President would
be happy to receive the committee at his house,
as gentlemen, at 7 o’clock tbat evening.
At the appointed hour the committee waited
on the President, and were ushered into the
reception-room. As they entered, Mr. Adams
met them at the door, saying, with some
warmth, “Gentlemen, I am glad to see you, as
friends and members of the Senate, but as a
committee, interferin;, as I think yon are,
with my executive duties, I cannot consent to
receive you, and I protest against all such in
terference. I have a duty to execute, and so
have you. I know, and shall do, mine, and
want neither your opinion nor aid in its exe
cution.”
Then, and not till then, did the President re
quest his visitors to be seated. Senator Bing
ham, chairman of the committee, said that
they had not the most distant idea of interfer
ing with the President’s official powers or du
ties, but that it was out of pure regard and re
spect for them that the interview uad been re
quested; that a difference of opinion between
the President and Senate npon such a meas
ure would be lamented by all the friends of bis
administration, and it was only to avoid this
that the committee had requested the inter
view.
As this was an intimation that the nomina
tion would be rejected, the President mani
fested the bad temper of his family, and said,
“Well, then, gentlemen, if you are determined
to interfere in diplomatic affairs, reject Mr.
Murray; you have the power to do this, and
you may do it; but it is upon your owa respon
sibility.” Some warm words followed; when
the committee,left- c gpme w er» i ""',; I1 ii>>d wlyh'
ouit.s idtikucn-a. is'h, 1
put himself in for their atteA ng to advise
ompromise finally healed the
PERSONAL MENTION.
What the People Are Doing
and Saying.
Miss Susan Hale and her nephew, Mr. Phil
ip Hale, have gone to Paris for the winter.
The Archbishop of Paris will be the next to
receive the red hat of the Cardinalate.
While Henry Stanley is in Egypt he might
consider propositions for civilizing S Midan.
Senator Eustis thinks, so we hear, the Cleve
land cabinet has too much dead wood in It.
The late William Merrick, of Springfield,
Mass., left $100,000 to Massachusetts chari
ties.
Senator-elect Iliscock, of New York, is
wor .h only $400,000. He’ll feel lonesome in
the Senate.
Miss Clara Barton, of the Red Cross Socie
ty, is going to Texas to look after the sufferers
from the drought.
President Cleveland is raising his own chick
ens, eggs, butter and milk at Oakview, other
wise “Red Top.’’
Queen Victoria’s New Year’s gifts to the
poor of Windsor included 1,000 prime joints
of beef and 100 .ons of coal.
Redmond, M. P. t said at Kilberry, Ireland,
that the Irish were ready to tight if denied re
dress for their grievances.
Prince Krapotkine’s new work has just been
sent to the printers. It will be entitled, “In
French and Russian Prisons.”
Mason Iley is now the only American in the
service of the Khedive of Egypt. He was for
merly an officer in the Confederate navy.
Mrs. Lamar showed excellent taste by ap
pearing at her first State dinner in that most
regal of robes, a black velvet gown.
* It is said that the'Count de Lesseps is get
ting to be a famous society man in Paris. He
goes to a dance or a dinner every night.
At a recent White House reception it is said
that Mrs. Senator Stanford wore diamonds
aggregating in value a round $500,000.
Queen Marguerite, of Italy, is writing a book
of fables, the subjects of which she has gath
ered from romances of the dark ages.
Gen. Charles P. Stone, the American Gener
al who in recent years rendered conspicuous
service in the Egyptian army, is dead.
Mr. Sexton, in a speech at Glasgow, repelled
the insinuation that the Parnellites had appro
priated American donations to their own nse.
It now turns out that Mrs. VanZandt was a
species of anarchist sympathizer, and regret
fully sees how she led her daughter into a tree-
lore trap.
At the command ot the Czar a great theatre
i to b >nstructed at St. Petersburg, which
will bfdevoia-,,} entirely to Russian operas aud
the balet.
It is said Q t cause of Bismar t? dis
like ot Alexand Vattenberg v -
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breach.
Sixteen years ago, Mr. Thompson landed in
in the State of Indiana, poor and unknown,
scarcely able to hope for any future worth liv
ing for. Today he is the State Geologist and
chief of the department of Natural Science for
the same State. This shows what pluck and
energy will do, he has fought for recognition
and has succeeded. And, although in a "far
off clime,” he still loves the South and the
scenes of his boyhood.
John M. Harkins.
CHA PTANOOGA SCOOPED.
The City Astounded at the Recent
Railroad Changes.
Chattanooga is wrought up to a pitch of high
excitement over the scoop of the East Tennes
see system by the Richmond and Danville.
Officials of the former line, state that informa
tion from the controlling elements is to the
effect that the headquarters of the system will
be removed to Atlanta, and that the consoli
dated shops will be built there, as that city is
the geographical center of the new consolidat
ed Bystem. The headquarters have been re
tained at Knoxville in consequence of local in
fluences, but now tbat the control has passed
to others, the natural conditions will be carried
out. The scoop leaves the Norfolk and West
ern bottled up at Bristol, and already an order
has been issued that all freight from the South
and West should be sent via Morristown and
Asheville, instead of Bristol, as heretofore.
The Norfolk and Western, it is thought, will
unite with the Baltimore and Ohio to build a
new line through East Tennessee to make
Western and Southern connections at Chatta
nooga, and will hasten the building of the
Tennessee Midland from Bristol to Memphis,
Tennessee, a line diagonally acrosa the State.
Henry A. Wise.
Many good anecdotes are told by Virginians
about Henry A. Wise, a very positive man in
his way, who never hesitated to express his
opinions with all the force of his ever-abun-
dant energy. He was a great lover of horses,
and he always interfered when he saw an ani
mal being maltreated. One day he was riding
horseback in Virginia. He wore a showy pair
of yellow leggings. The roads were bad, and
presently he came across a four house team
stalled in the mud. The driver, a big fellow,
with the strength of an ox, ilstead of throwing
off some of the load and lightening the wagon,
was mercilessly belaboring the horses with a
big whip. Wise stood it as long as lie could,
but his pity for the poor beasts was too great,
and he exclaimed: “Why in don’t you
throw off some of that wood? Any blankety
blank fool ought to see tbat those horses can’t
pull such a load out of that mud.” And for
about two minutes Mr. Wise poured upon the
teamster a torrent of maledictions. The team
ster never flinched. He waited until the con
gressman was through, then turning his head
with a sidewise, contemptuous glance, he
snarled: “Look ahere, Mister Yaller Legs, I
know my business, and if you don’t git along
from here purty durned quick, I’ll haul you off
that horse and sti :k you head fo’most in that
yere mud so fur down that you won’t have
room to kick, much less to holler.” The team
ster was large aud strong, and he meant fight.
Mr. Wise saw all this, and he very discreetly
passed on.
The home and birthplace of Wise was tbe
eastern shore of Virginia. His old residence
is the most conspicuous building along the
Onancock river. The river makes a horseshoe
bend around an elevated piece of ground sev
eral acres in extent, and on this land the house
is situated. It is a stiff looking building of
brick fronted by a grove of noble oaks, and
flanked by a number of sharp-roofed outhous
es that look like exaggerated chicken coops.
The name of the place is “Only.” The natives
explain the derivation of this name in a curi
ous way. They say that whenever Wise was
booked for a big speech he alwai s rehearsed it
over and over a> am ou r . in tiie grove at a time
when everybody else was in bed. His strong
resonant voice rang out clearly in the night
air, and some of the superstitious colored peo
ple got the idea that the grove was “haunted.”
They clung to this belief until they found that
the noise proceeded from the orator’s rehears
als. Mr. Wise greatly enjoyed his life in his
quiet home, aud was much attached to his
neighbors. It was in tbe same section of coun
try that John Custis, connected by marriage
with the Washington family, passed his last
days, and left the following unique inscription
on his grave:
“Under this marble tomb lies the body of
the Hon. John Custis, Esq., of the city of Wil
liamsburg and parish of Burton, formerly of
Hungar’s parish, on the Eastern Shore of Vir
ginia and county of Northampton, aged 71
years, and yet lived but 7 years, which was the
space of time he kept a bachelor hall at Arling
ton, on the Eastern Shore of Virginia.
Booth’s Drunken Freaks.
Old play-goers here hare many anecdotes
about the elder Booth. One night, as he was
playing Sir Edward Mortimer, in the “Iron
Chest,” it became very evident that his pota
tions had been too deep; and, to the manager’s
horror, he at length got off the stage into the
orchestra, and commenced singin; an old Eng
lish song, entitled, “The Poacher”’ the bur
den of which is:
It’s my delight of a shiny night,
In the season of the year—
Mile. McMahon, the daughter of the French
ex-Fresident, who has just married the Comte
de Pleunes, came near being empress of the
French. It is said that the late l’rince Impe
rial offered to marry her if her father would
assist to restore him to the throne.
to the great merriment of the audience, who
bore with him very good humoredly. Having
succeeding in getting him behind the scenes,
he was vociferously called for, and after a
parley, it was agreed he should finish the play.
(in he went again, and again the manager’s
fears were intense. “Finish it as quick as you
can,” said lie in a whisper from the wing. (in
which Sir Edward walked forward and said:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I have been directed
by the mauager to finish this as quickly as
possible, and so I’ll finish it at once—here,
Wilford, catch me!” saying which, and throw
ing himself into his arms, he “did the dying
scene,” and the curtain was rung down amid
roars of laughter. At Pittsburg one eve ling
Mr. Forrest was about to play Montezuma,
when Mr. Booth came in, and said he was
going to support him by playing tiie Indian
chief, Antenino, for which part he dressed
and made up, when, instead of going on the
stage, he walked out and took the cars attired
as he was.
In New York he was arrested, much in the
same condition, and as lie refused to give any
ot’ier name than that of Lucius Junius Brutus,
he was sent by Justice Wymans to the obi
Bridewell. In the course of the day Simpson
and l’ri :e, the managers, came in search, stat
ing that he had suddenly left the theatre the
night before. The justice, on discovering who
he was, sent an order for his release from du
rance vile, and in the afternoon a cartload of
provisions of various sorts, with fruit, wine,
etc., were delivered, together with a letter
from Junius, to the gentlemen inmates, with
whom he had the honor of spending a few
hours in the morning.
He once played Orencko with ban feet, in
sisting that it was absurd to put shoes on a
slave. But the most extraordinary freak, per
haps, was his performance of Richard III.
on horseback, which he did at the circus, in
the York road, Philadelphia. Many similar
stori'-s are told of him, many of which are
doubtless exaggerated, but the above freaks
are undoubtedly correctly stated.
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rest of this winter^ i*»_
of France.
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Gen. Boynton, whom Mrs. Lor an accused of
helping kill the General with his sharp pen,
endeavors to make it appear that the doctors
were to blame.
Mrs. John G. Carlisle used often to say she
preferred to be the wife of the Speaker rather
than the wife of a Senator; but she has lately
changed her mind.
Mrs. Cleveland says she never feels tired
from shaking hands either at the time or after
wards. however great the number she thus
greets consecutively.
Michael Davitt, while defending Dr. Mc-
Glynn, urges him to go to Rome. Henry
(leorge advises him to let Rome alone. Dav-
itt’s advice is the wiser.
Bond and the Medium.
A friend of Judge Bond, of Baltimore, Judge
of the United States District Court, tells the
following good story aoout him, which he lo
cates at Boston in 1877. The two went to call
on a medium. They were shown many won
ders, and at last the Judge was told to write a
list of names on a slip of paper, which being
done he was instructed to run his finger down
the list and stop when the accustomed rap on
the table was heard. When he got to the mid
dle of the list a violent blow was struck upon
the table. Thereupon a long conversation en
sued between tiie Judge and the materialized
spirit, in which were rehearsed many astonish
ing facts (most of which the Judge had inge
niously managed to drop in the opening of the
conversation with the medium). Finally the
exhibitor suspee'ed something, and the “spir
it” abruptly departed. Then the Judge fell in
to a brown study, from which it was difficult
to arouse him. Suddenly looking up, he said,
with the most admirably assumed tone of as
tonishment and conviction: “ This is the most
remarkable thing I ever dreamed of. I almost
doubt the power of (ffnnipotcnce to equal it.”
“Ah,” says the medium, “I can show you
greater things than that. ” Further conversa
tion ensued in a similar strain, when Judge
Bond burst out with, “But I tell you, sir, I
challenge the Almighty to do such a thing.
Why, sir, can you believe it? I left that gen
tleman not twenty minutes ago on the steps of
the Parker House!” At this the medium nat
urally became furious and exclaimed: “I
told you to write tbe names of dead men on
that list.” “No,” replied Judge Bond with a
look of child-like simplicity, “you did not; you
told me to write the names of friends, and I
did so. There isn’t the name of a single dead
man on that list.” It is needless to add that
the Judge and hia friend departed without cer
emony.
Rt. Hoc. Henry Campbell Bannerman, Lib
eral member of Parliament, and formerly Chief
Secretary for Ireland, has littered a queer
prophecy about Mr. Parnell.
Senator Beck will render a genuine public
service in pressing for action upon his bill to
prohibit members of Congress from acting as
attorneys for land-grant railroads.
Some Boston women are beginning to say
that it gives them a headache to sit through a
sermon with their bonnets on, and ask why
they cannot take them off in church.
Mrs. Langtry having had her say about Mrs.
J. Brown Potter, it is now in order for Mrs. J.
Brown Potter to have her say about Mrs.
Langtry. These two women are much alike.
Lieut. Emory, U. S. A., will conduct another
Arctic exploration in search of the alleged
pole. It is not yet announced who will con
duct the exploration in search of Lieutenant
Emory.
The Princess Marie of Wurtemburg, whose
death recently occurred, had obtained a con
siderable literary reputation by contributing
poems and stories to various German maga
zines.
The well authenticated stories of the Czar’s
panic stricken and drunken condition are de
clared by his ever-faithful Pall Mall Gazette to
be “unmitigated trash of the vilest and silliest
description.”
Young Charles Dickens is coming to Amer
ica next fall to give a series of readings in the
principal cities. He is the editor of All the
Year Round and the compiler of a capital
“Dictionary of London.”
In the Cuban debate in the Senate Senor
Balaquer, Minister of Colonies, said that rea
sons of courtesy compelled him to postpone an
explanation of the progress of the negotiations
for a commercial treaty with the United States.
Senator Mahone introduced in the Senate a
bill to provide fi r the reimbursement of the
States of Maryland and Virginia for money ad
vanced to the United States to aid in the erec
tion of public buildings at permanent seats of
the Government.
The late John Worley, of Baltimore, mode
the first car wheels us ad on the Baltimore and
Ohio railroad, and was a passenger on the first
carjthat was run over the road. In his boy
hood he witnessed the bombardment of Fort
McHenry by the British.
Miss Matiida Johnson has just died in Lon
don, 110 years oil. Eighty-nine years ago
her intended husband died s'uddenly and iuie
made a will giving her entire fortune to the
Military Hospital and directing that “Love
killed her” should be engraved on her tomb
stone.
Queen Marguerita of Italy is a most helpful
woman. Sbe does all her own shopping and
personally selects all the Christmas presente
for her dependents and for the inmates of the
charitable institutions under her protectorate
Women will be able to understand the amount
of labor this undertaking involves.
The ashes of Rossini will be fetched from
Paris next week by the depu.y, Mariotti who
has been commanded by the kin? of Italy to
convey them to Florence, there to be buried in
the Santa Croce. A subscription has been
started to erect a monument to the illustrion.
composer, the King himself heading the
with 5 000 francs. 8 e hat
Mrs. Mackay paid $240 for a box at the
resentation of “La Patrie” for the benefit of
the flood sufferers, and went from London .1
Paris to attend it. When she got there w
doctor prohibited her wearing a low-cut dre_ r
so she ordered and had completed in tw«« ’
four hours a splendid directory costume
velvet and satin and lace.
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