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SOUTH. ATLANTA. GA., SATURDAY MORNING, AUGUST 13,1887.
THE NEW COLUMBUS
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Narrative of the Sole Survivor of Sir John Franklin’s
Last Me Expedition.
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CHAPTER LVL
MORE ABOUT XARRIAOE CUSTOMS-
SEARCH OF A BRIDE.
“Zuami,” said I to my learned and venera-
ble teacher shortly after the conversation last
recorded, "I am sore you have not exhausted
the topic of marriage. I oannot be content un-
^ have heard you farther about it."
Well,” said he, “I think we stopped at the
point where I. was about to tell you of the
manner in which the prince proceeds to choose
the second or auxiliary wife.
As there are numerous ladies who are likely
to aspire to the dignity, it is thought best that
the royal suitor go about his quest in disguise.
His choice therefore rarely falls upon one who
has known him as the prir ce. He goes into
towns and cities distant from the capital nnj
heralded and unattended, (at least in a public
way,) and is introduced into the best society
as a young gentleman of fortune traveling for
instruction and amusement. In this way of
course he can make a better choice than if his
identity and purpose were made known.
I cannot so well make this matter plain, as
by giving yon some account of the union of
the reigning sovereigns. As stated in a for
mer conrersation, the king married first a dis
tant cousin, who unfortunately bore no chil
dren.
Therefore, after the lapse of two years from
the date of the first marriage, His Majes'.y,
nder advice of his council, started out under
■ r assumed name in search of a second wife.
' went from place to place, and consumed
or two before reaching the city of
he young monarch during a theatri-
rmance, beheld in a private box, in
y with a grey haired gentleman, a
oung woman whose exceptional beauty, and
queenly carriage, excited his admiration.
Upon inquiry he learned that she was the
daughter of the gentleman who attended her,
and that her father was a wealthy merchant.
He sought her acquaintance and found her to
be highly educated, and possessed of superior
intellectual qualities. His mind was soon
made up to make her Queen; but this could not
be done without further preliminaries.
The lady must not know his identity or in
tentions yet.
He communicated the matter to his advisers,
who were always at hand though not in actnai
attendance upon him, and they instituted, pri
vately, a searching investigation of the antece
dents of the lady with regard to character aDd
health. Finding the former spotless, and get
ting no trace of insanity or other disease, it
only remained to examine the lady personally
for she might possibly have a lurking heart
disease, or other fatal malady.
This was a point of great delicacy, and oc
casioned considerable delay and trouble.
“You see,” continued Zaami, ‘fin case she
could not bear the test of a medical examina
tion, she and her family must never know the
king’s identity, or that he had contemplated
her elevation, for upon such a discovery her
disappointment ana grief mast have been in
supportable; besides it was essential that the
sovereign should secure her affections unbi
ased by the hope of royal honors. The diffi
culty was gotten over at length by a shrewd
; device.
The king introduced the physician to the
, lady and her family, and at a party, the sub-
’ jec. of courtship and love being under discus-
j sion, his majesty stated that his friend, the
1 doctor, was so skilled in his profession, that
I by sounding the chest and listening to the ac-
1 tion of the heart, he was able instantly to de-
icide whether or not the person examined was
(a victim of the tender passion.
\ This assertion produced great astonishment
and merriment, but had its effect, as each un
married lady and gentleman present under
went a careful examination, and the king thus
! ;ot a report, which proved to be favorable.
The manly graces of the young monarch had
lready captivated the future Queen, and she
nd her family were soon after overwhelmed
vith astonishment, happiness, and pride when
I evealed his identity and proposed mar-
“Your recital,” I said as my companion
bused, “has been highly edifying, because
[together novel. No other people on the globe
so far as I know, has any similar practice. But
■ new question is puzzling me.
1 “Suppose in the absence of males, the crown
Should descend upon a female who should in-
flErmarry and not have children? Or on ac-
obunt of physical or mental infirmity should
prohibited from having issue?”
-'l “The crown,” answered Zuami, “would be
fcfers for life in the case first supposed. When
tie heir is menially unsound the succession is
changed by the High Council.”
I “Well,” I then inquited, “how about marri
age among the people at large?”
“The only difference between the marriage
laws for the king and those for his subjects,”
replied my tutor, “is that only the former can
have two wives at the same time. The rule
prohibiting insane, diseased, deformed or
dwarfed persons from becoming parents, is
absolute, universal, and enfoiced by severe
penalties.
“Mind you, marriage is not restrained (ex
cept for insanity), but multiplication is pro
hibited in certain cases.
“And if you will look into the history of our
people, you will see the wisdom of our laws.
It is now about one thousand years since the
present system was initiated. At that time,
as Shown by ancient statistics, consumption,
insanity, deformity and other physical ills
prevailed to a iearfnl extent, and wretched
beggars filled the streets. Now, consumption
and insanity are rare, deformity is scarcely
known, and our race has developed a perfec
tion in form and feature that you are never
of admiring.
“One of the most pleasing results of our
marriage system is that there are few desti ute
children in the land. Orphanage is very rare,
and where it occurs loses its pangs. Children
who lose their natural parents soon find homes
by adoption.”
CHAPTER LVII.
RELIGION OF THE POLARIANS.
iseffi Radness the human mind turns
mystery of our origin; and
the subject of religion, the
y-
oughts were once turned in
soon found myself inquiring
tgion of the Polarians; not so
g,er, for any consolation I might
1 Ire temporary relief of a mind over-
eft%.’with a secret care. I was not sur
d to find that this nation has a religion, for
the worship of a Supreme Being is an innate
j principle of human beings.
But I was astonished at its exceeding sim
plicity.
I gave Zuami an extended account (in so far
as I was acquainted with them), of the relig
ions of the south.
I told him the story of the Savior of the
world, and of the gorgeous and enormous tem
ples that have been erected at fabulous cost, to
the honor and glory of God in the various parts
To put great stuns of money in the building
of houses of worship, and to decorate those ed
ifices with marble, and gold and jewels, is a
crime against mankind, and most be offensive
to Him whom it is intended to propitiate.
Is that infinite thirst for glory which in the
view of Christians inspires the breast of the
sublime creator to be satisfied by the puny
triumphs of human architecture?
Is the God who spoke into existence the in
finite stars—those twinkling jewels of bound
less space—to be fascinated by the feeble glit
ter of earthly diamonds?
Think for a moment of the wrongs that have
been inflicted upon the poor for hundreds of
years in the great countries of Europe.
Is not charity a leading principle of the
church established by Christ?
Hundreds of millions of treasure have been
consumed in the erection of your churches.
Some so vast, and expensive that their build
ing has occupied centuries. Now, to clothe
and feed these religious temples—that is, to
repair and furnish them from year to year, and
support the priests and officers who officiate in
them—costs a vast sum annually, and the
money is extracted from a toiling and groaning
peode. _
“Suppose,” continued Zuami earnestly, ail
or half the money that has been expended in
live hundred years for the maible, and gold,
and silver, and precious stones, aud other ut
terly useless extravagances of those tremen
dous edifices, had been collected as a tax or
charitable donation, and invested for the ben
efit of the poor.
“Imagine, if you can, the vastness of the
fund that by this time would have been accu
mulated.
“It would probably be sufficient to purchase
homes for the deserving homeless, and give
employment to the idle.
“Such a system we have had in operation
for hundreds of years; and the combined effects
of our marriage laws, and charitable institu
tions has been to increase the comfort and
happiness of the masses immeasureably.
“For my part,” the eloquent old man went
on with touching pathos, “I am not able to
conceive how happiness can exist in the pres
ence of misery.
“How do rich men and women enjoy life
with beggars shivering at their doors’
“Does not the sight of the widow’s pinched
face, and the orphan’s bare feet, like keen ar
rows pierce and lacerate their hearts?
“0 Wauhamal If your priests were true to
the precepts of their divine master, they would
turn the silver and gold of the altars they serve
into money, and purchase homes and comforts
for the poor.”
CHAPTER LVIIL
ANOTHER LETTER—ALSO A REPLY.
It was impossible to keep my thoughts off
the enigmatical poem, and its supposed author,
and I conld not resist the temptation to write
to her again.
Here is a copy of the letter:
'"Beautiful and Mysterious Unhnoum: Is it
the fear that I would address to thine unwill
ing ear the language of love, that has occasiont
ed thy enigmatical conduct’
“Art thou affianced to a lover whose jealousy
denies to other men the privilegs even of look
ing npon thee?
“Believe me, I wojtld not intrude upon thy
secrets.
“Believe me, if I should meet thee. I would
utter no word that might offend thee.
"If I should begin to speak, and thou
shouldst even move thine eye-brows negative
ly, I would pause and maintain the silence of
death, until in thine own sweet time thou
shouldst command me to speak farther.
“0 fair Incognita! Didst thou pen the poem
that came secretly to my bed-chamber? A
poem of questions and riddles that I cannot
solve.
“I would ask thee to read and interpret the
strange piece for me.
“May I not see thee?
“I will not touch thee, as in my frenzy.
| “I did when I saw thee last.
"Will my gaze hurt thee?
“jYill my presence contaminate thee?
“Or wouldst thou vanish into thin air as spir
its are said to do at the fixed stare of mortals?
“I vow I will not touch thee nor go near
thee!
“I would only converse with thee.
“Why keepest thou thyself so enwrapt in a
profound reserve?
“Though a sick man be denied drink, yet is
he not suffered to look upon the limpid water?
“Though we may not pluck the rare flowers
in the Queen’s garden, yet shall we not have
the privilege of going among them and inhaling
their perfumes? Wauhama.”
This communication I sealed and delivered
to the maid servant, as before, and waited fe
verisbly for the result. I had not long to wait.
On the floor of my room, very soon after, I
found the following production:
to wauhama.
« &. Buoyant, rosy, hold and manly boy.
B -mndlng and -houttug In his childish j iy,
Wondering, boheld a sick bird In a cage,
And thus the melancholy songstress did engage
w itr» earnest talk. ‘Sad. slghipg bird,’ be said,
‘Wny art thou still, like one that’s dumb or dead?
Why dost not fly and sing like me, and play?
Thy mates are calling in the woods away.’
To which the bird, with accents sad ard low.
Thus made reply: ‘Child, art thou blind or no?
Dost thou not see these bars of glist’nlng brass?
Can I through these unyielding gratings pass?
Thinnest thon of freedom I mt/ss’/depriv-?
Or for muse’/ mine own despair contrive?
Dreamesi tuuu I would not from this prison flse
If to the cruel door I held the key?’ ”
Like the first missive I received, this one had
no signature, and was equally a puzzle.
But, unlike the other, it tilled me with impa
tience, and I started at once to visit Wona—
resolved to probe the mystery to the bottom at
any cost.
But he had just started away on urgent pub
lic business, leaving with his wife a message
for me to the effect that he could not say defi
nitely when he would return.
There was no other person to whom I was
willing to unbosom myself.
religions creed of the nation. I have trans
lated it as follows:
“We believe in a supreme God of the uni-
veree, and in hie ultimate mercy and justice;
for we cannot conceive that Deity could exist
apart from these attributes.
“The story of our origin is vague; the prob-
lenfcof the future a sealed book.
“Looking Into the dim past, we learn from
tradition that God made our first parents, and
honored them with his presence and conversa
tion for a time. But he departed-from their
eight, and man has beheld him no more. Is
the story true? We believe that it is; for we
know that man exists, and therefore that at
his origin he saw hie Maker, is at least highly
probable.
“If we conld deny the existence of man, then
we might deny the story of his beginning. As
man conld not make himself, hie very existence
ia strong proof of the tradition’s troth.
“Man may not be immeasureably distant
from God; but it is delightful to remember that
in the beginning his omnipotent hand was
upon the parents of our race.
“Is Goa zone forever?
“Dreadful question!
“We hope not
“True, no message has come from beyond
the grave. Death removes our companions
from ns utteily, as far as we can see. Bnt we
trust in those mysterious parting wonts
which, according to tradition, God gave to his
mortal children before leaving them to increase
and wander at will in an unknown world:
“MAN SHALL NOT UTTERLT PERISH.
“Therefore, making the best of our condi
tion, we meet to evince our thanks for the heat
that warms os and the light that brings forth
the productions of the ground.
“That God has not destroyed ns, and annu
ally sends the sun to revisit us, we take as
proof that we are not deserted, and that oar
thaoks and praises are heard ”
This annual proclamation is not, however, a
command to the people, but more in the nature
of a suggestion or reminder. No one is ob
liged to attend the festivals, and the most
ample freedom of religious opinion prevails.
[to BE CONTINUED.]
of the :
“Bu
;lohe.
Jut my good Wauhama,” said the old man
incredulously, “this divine man who came into
the world to save it, and promulgated a code
of unprecedented purity, was plain and hum-
tie you say. He erected no splendid churches.
Did he command his followers to do so?”
In answer to this direct question, I was com
pelled to say I knew of no such specific com
mand.
“And yet,” said he, “you have told me that
the countries whxli have these extravagant
houses of worship, contain thousands of poor
and wretched people.
“Thal|widows and orphans grovel in squalid
quarters under the very eaves of these resplen
dent temples of the Most High God, and shiver
with cold, or perish with hunger, almost at the
feet of the holy altara, whilst reeling inebri
ates and loitering beggars throng the streets
of your cities!
“Now, io my mind this seems a most distor
ted system: and I wonder that its inspired
founder does not send the lightnings of his
wrath to smite and destroy every house upon
which so much precious wealth has been squan
dered.
“I am far from being in opposition to the
erection of places of warship We have them'
as you may have observed, bfCt they are in the
plainest and most economical style.
THE(0lfNTFtY
Philosopher
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CHAPTER LIX.
MORE ABOUT THE BELIGION OF THE POLARIANS.
Though they claim no revelation, the Polar
ians have in some way escaped idolatry. I
found, from enquiry and observation, that the
religious views and practices which prevail are
eminently rational and practical.
There are many churches, all built in the
plainest and most substantial style. At stated
intervals—equivalent to an English fortnight
apart—such of the people as feel inclined meet
together to worship, which consists chiefly in
the congregational singing of sacred songs.
Occasionally some member of the congregation
is appointed to discourse or lecture on the sub
ject of religion, and these addresses consist of
historical references and speculative arguments.
The meetings are usually well attended. There
is no regular priesthood.
But the most interesting and important
of their religious observances are what
are known as the “sun festivals.” These
cccnr twice each year—one in the month
of June, when the sun at his summer
solstice reaches his highest elevation in
the heavens, and pours upon the northern
circle the maximum of l:ght and heat received
by that region during the year.
The festival is observed with great pomp
and enthusiasm by the sovereigns and their
subjects everywhere. Songs of praise and
thanks to the Deity for the returned snn and
growing crops, are sung, and feasting and
dancing prevail. The other snn festival allu
ded to, takes place immediately after the au
tumnal equinox, when the sun has disap
peared to be gone until the following March.
It is in the month of September.
This is peculiarly the season of prayer, in
which the Polarians devoutly believe. The
songs recite the blessings that the sun has
brought during the summer now departed, and
conclude always with fervent prayers for the
return of day at the appointed time.
In every church at the beginning of the sum
mer feasts, officers of the government read to
the assemblies a solemn address. It is pre
cisely the same from year to year, and has
been annually read to the people since the art
of writing was first introduced into the coun
try. It is signed by the King, and contains the
heavenly kingdom of Massachusetts. * 1 tell
yon what is a fact. Those people up them
don’t like us and they don’t want to. Whether
it is because we are the sheep and they am the
goats, or they are the goats and we are the
sheep, I don’t know, but they won’t harmon
ize. Right now all thsir religious papers are
howling over this Glenn hill. They are ever
lastingly hunting for an ingjjtt or an outrage,
and if they can’t find on*.they make one.
They have got some good, nolle hearted pen.
S le up there, and our hope is in them, but it
oes look like they have lost tnof ^Jnfla-
ence. Their business men who visit Wt jMb]
reasonable and liberal in their views, bat’
they are overshadowed by the public senti
ment Their religious newspapers are as in
tolerant as ever was the Spanish Inquisition.
The Independent is their great leader and
shapes public opinion, and it is just horrid so
far as the South is concerned. I am sorry
that Mr. Beecher is dead, for in his old age he
an to understand ns and was a friend, a
id and fearless friend, and dared to defend
us. Wa have tried mighty hard to cultivate
peace and good will, bat it seems impossible.
I reckon we had better quit and let old Father
Time settle it Bob Toombs said there never
would be harmony between the North and
South. He didn’t want them to come down
here and be buried in our graveyards, for he
said he didn’t want to rise with them from the
dead. Toombs was a good hater and they
never made anything off of him. If they
didn’t have the Glenn bill to foss about, they
would hunt up something else. They renind
me of a jealous husband who is always hunt
ing around for something he don’t want to find.
So let them hunt. We wore ourselves out
whipping them once and IV. afraid we will
have to do it again. We wouldent mind it at
all if they wouldent come in such everlasting
gangs like the locusts of Egypt, but just let
them tote fair and come man for man, and we
will lick them agtii^ The Northern Demo
leful to the South, bnt
re. What could they
[don’t they stand up?
» some of them fan-
iy maul the grace into
their unbelieving souls? If I was a North
ern Democrat, and held a federal office I
would whip any man who slandered the
South. Cleveland is the president, but who
made him so? We are going to meke him
president again, for he is a good man, and
ne is co ning down to our exposition, and we
will make as big a fuss over him as we did
over Jefferson Davis. We stand by our North
ern friends every time, and Cleveland is one of
them, and Mrs. Cleveland is another; we will
stand by her through thick and through thiu.
May she live long and prosper, and multiply
and replenish. The sonny South is coming to
the front. We have got some little things to
arrange and fix up about the convicts and pro
hibition, but we will do that; we’ve tried leases
and intemperance, and are not satisfied, and
now we will change the programme, and if the
new plan don’t work well we can go back to
the old one. Variety is the spice of life any
how. Our laws are not like the laws of the
Medes and Persians that-never change. We
can change every year, if we want to, and no
body be hart. I don’t care a cent what laws
they pass so far as I am individually con
cerned. If there is a law in the code that con
cerns me I don’t know it. I never think abont
the law for I haven’t got anything against any
body, and nobody has got anything against me
that I know of. If I couldn’t read those
Northern papers I would be perfectly happy.
I wish they were printed in some other lan
guage. I’ve sowed my turnips and they are np
and ail right. Oar Irish and sweet potatoes
are abundant. Batter beans and okra and
green corn are plenty. The cow gives three
gallons a day and I have plenty of buttermilk,
bo I don’t care—let them all rip—I’m indepen
dent too.
crats ought to be
I don’t believe they
do without tit? Wh;
Why don’t they w!
attics? Why don’t ti
Well, I reckon we will all have to get mad
again and not play with oar northern brethren
any more. As Sam Jones says, it does look
like we ain’t the same sort of cattle. I didn’t
think they would raise such a howl abont a lit
tle thing like the Glenn bill. I wish they had
told ns beforehand that they would get mad
abont if we passed it. Mr. Glenn is a harmo
nious man and never would have introduced
it if he had known it would have raised such a
rumpus. Our people didn’t care much about
it, nohow. The white and colored schools are
not going to mix down south, bill or no bill.
If a northern white man comes down here to
teach a colored school and chooses to take his
own children into it, we don’t care a copper.
But the colored children can’t come' into the
white schools, that’s certain. They don’t want
to. Nothing is more surely settled than that
the two races don’t want to mix. It is disa
greeable all round. They don’t want the same
churches, nor hotels, nor railroad cars. It is
against nature and we can’t help it. This
,hing they call the universal brotherhood of
man sounds very well until it invades our so
cial system and then it surrenders. It always
has surrendered. The Jews wouldn’t mix with
Samaritans and they don’t mix wilh the Genti
les now to any great extent except in a busi
ness way. They don’t marry with us except
once in a while and then it always makes a
fuss in the family—that is in the Jew family.
We Gentilesdon’t take on and had just as
leave have one of the boys marry a rich, pretty
Jewess as not. Society has its castes and big
circles and little circles and boundary lines
everywhere and we can’t help it for mankind
were built that way. Wealth makes it, culture
makes it, color makes it, race makes it, and
even religion makes it. And the devil makes
it, too, for it is a fact that the professional bur
glars in the cities wont associate with the pick
pockets and sneak thieves. They outrank them
socially. Just after the war it was amusing to
see the disgust that the old time free negroes
had for the new sat that had just been lifted
up to their level. There were a few around
Rome who were born free and had never mix
ed with the slaves and held them in contempt.
In fact there was one who owned slaves and a
farm, and he felt aggrieved and perplexed when
his rights were invaded. Society is an institu
tion that laws can’t control. Blackstone says
that a man’s house is his castle, and just so his
social rights are sacred. The dirty tramp may
come to my house and beg his breakfast and
set on the back steps and eat it, bnt I will not
have him for a companion just because he is a
human being. I will choose my company and
not intrude where I am not wanted more than
they. I will choose my children’s company as
far as I c in Their characters are fromed in
early youth—in their school days and their
school mates have a great deal to do with it.
They shall not go to school with negro children.
If the northern people want a reason I will
just say its none of your business. Our in
dignation becomes painful when asked such a
qu stion. The fanatical f ols have goaded us long
enough about our duty to the negro. They
have got one In a thousand up there and don’t
know anything about it. If there were only
one in a hundred down here we weuldent care.
We don’t mind riding with them in the rail
road cars. We do ride with them on every
train, for it is only a brief contract and neither
race is offended, but the ladies’ car is their
special privilege—their castle—and on many
trains white men are excluded unless they have
ladies in charge. I was excluded the other day
in going from Chattanooga to Nashville. Not
long ago a negro excursion hoarded the train at
Stone Mountain. They were well dressed and
well behaved, and as there were only half a
dozen of us in the ladies car we vacated it for
them, and the kind hearted conductor made
room for us in the sleeper. Nobody down south
has hatred or contempt for the negro; we like
him; we respect him; we mix with him every
way but socially. Taey don’t invite us to their
meeting and frolics and excursions, and we
don’t invite them to ours, and both races are
content. We build their churches and school-
houses all over the country. Oar doctors at
tend on their sick and our lawyers on their
criminals and get nothing for it. Onr wives
and mothers minister to their wants and sup
ply them with medicine. When their chil
dren steal from us we hush it up for fear they
will get in the chaingang. No, those folks
away up north don’t know anything about it
and they never will know from northern liter
ature. But they do know in New Jersey.
The negroes got so thick at Asbury park that
the white folks couid’nt see the ocean, nor the
horizon, nor the sun set nor the moon rise, and
so the owners got desperate and excluded
them. That is a little worse than has ever
been done down south. Not a negro now dares
to go to Asbnry park, and I read the other
day in a northern paper where a little orphan
colored girl was refused admission into an asy
lum because of her color. That was in the
AH ODE TO TO LAUB.
Hind quarters cf type cf innoceree,
Whether with peas ai d mint 1 must d'speuse
Or go :he tWHlu, blaspberntne the expense,
And thus ei j thee tu roe fullest sense,
That is the question.
Bear section of youcg mutton—tendtr food,
Justin the dawn ot grass-fed Juicynood;
Diinties line thee should coi oe Dune,
But gr&cec with all the trimmings understood,
To help digestion.
Then bun the peas, the fragrant mint prepare;
Be thou, prime j >lnt. not overdone nor rare;
loce: tne rravy *Mi rx-eedlug care.
When all is re;,ay. serve— I shall De there—
I always am.
Incipient sheep’s meat, when on thee I dine,
Hot be the plate and Icy cold the wine,
Then slice midway of tne leg be n ine,
Then puithe rest away, for very flue
Is cold roast lamb.
That Hackneyed Topic, Love.
"Tonie—Am I to trust
A stranger, whom but yesterday I knew not.”
“Gustave—Love takes no heed of time,
Methinks I have known thee—ohl so I ng!
And loved 1 hee since I knew or felt whatever
Is good aud beautiful.”
The Macon Horror.
One’s senses almost reel as one reads the de
tails of the horrifying crime committed in Bibb
CGunty on the night of Friday, the 5th inst It
seems to be incredible that one person—no
matter how rapid the exeentipn of his diaboli
cal purpose—conld have murdered nine persons
in cold blood and there be present no evidence
that either one had the chance or the power to
show any resistance. Yet the facts indicate
such to be the case. The wildest, most blood
curdling recitals, whether of troth or fiction,
do not afford the equal ora parallel of this evi
dently premeditated, well-planned, swiftly and
thoronglhy executed murder, whether the atroc
ity of the crime or the depravity of the criminal
be considered. The person who could—at the
still hour of midnight and with apparent delib
erateness—go, as this assassb did, from room
to room and from bed to bed, and iqnrder little
children, young men and maidens, and men and
women, of ages ranging from eighteen months
to eighty-four years, must be a devil incarnate.
The list of the murdered ones is as follows:
Capt. Richard F. Woolfolk, aged 64; Mrs.
Mattie Woolfolk, 41; R. F. Woolfolk, Jr., 20;
Pearl Woolfolk, 17; Annie Woolfolk, 10; Rose
bud Woolfolk, 7; Charles Woolfolk, 5; Mattie
Woolfolk, 18 months, and Mrs. Temperance
West, aged 84 years.
Tom Woolfolk, the eldest son (by a former
wife) of Capt. Woolfolk, has been arrested as
the suspected murderer—his previous language
and the circumstances pointing almost unerr
ingly to him—and is imprisoned in Fulton
county jail. The crime was committed at the
Woolfolk homestead, about twelve miles from
Macon, with an axe.
The victims were struck, in each instance,
with the eye of the axe (more than one blow
if necessary ) In the case ot one of the chil
dren one blow was struck with the blade.
We can recall no murder, viewed in all its de
tails, whose enormity and atrociousness afford
a parallel to it. Justice will doubtless be sure
ly and swiftly meted out to the blood-thirsty
perpetrator.
The Burial.
Macon, Ga., Aug. 7 —Fully two thous
and of the best people of Mason were at Rose
Hill Cemetery this morning at 10 o’clock to
witness the funeral ceremonies of the Wool-
folk victims. Nine hearses brought in the
bodies at the appointed time. Owing to the
size of the undertaking the graves conld not be
prepared in time and the coffins were placed
side by side in adjoining sections to await their
completion. Meanwhile a heavy shower came
np, completely drenching everything, but it
did not dampen the interest of the people, who
stood and gazed horror stricken at the unusual
sight. While wailing npon the workmen Dr.
J. R. Branham, of Forsyth, conducted the
funeral rites. His remarks were touching and
appropriate, and melted the large concourse
to tears. Daring their delivery Mrs. Edwards,
of East Macon, a sister of Tom Woolfolk, the
murderer, saw the coffins for the first time.
She had been prostrated with hysteria ever
since she had heard the awfnl news. As soon
as her eyes met the sight she gave vent to
piercing screams, that were heard over the
large cemetery. The aged father of Mrs.
Woolfolk, Mr Howard, also his sons, Charles
and John, were present. The old man, with
his white hair loose down his shoulders, pre
sented a pitiable spectacle in his great grief.
The graves, nine in all. were not finished be
fore 4 o’clock this afternoon, when the burial
took place. They were interred side by side,
and it took a trench to bold them. Tom Wool-
folk was taken by the sheriff to Atlanta on
this morning's early train. This was done as
a precautionary measure, as it was feared that
the terrible scene of the funeral would excite
the crowd to madness. There are no new de
velopments since yesterday. The clothing
fished out of the well had blood and brains on
it. As far as learned Woolfolk has not at
tempted to explain their presence in the well.
The community is still terribly worked up over
the matter, as the murdered family was highly
connected in this city and well thought of over
the entire county. There seems to be little
doubt in the public mind that Tom Woolfolk
is the murderer. A theory of the crime ad
vanced to day is that Woolfolk attempted to
outrage the young lady Pearl, which some say
he had attempted before, and failing, began
the wholesale slaughter to cover up the black
ness of the deed. This is not generally ac
cepted. He butchered his victims well, and
then went back and felt them all to see if their
lips were sealed, and unless he confesses it wiil
never be positively known exactly how and
why he did it.
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Charles W. Hubner’s poem, “The Maid of
San Domingo,” has furnished me this pretty
quotation for an answer ti Stella’s querry.
i'hongh its applicability may be questioned;
for love existing between females, although as
sincere, is not quite so demonstrative as that
evinced by “Gustave” for “Tonie.”
But if Stella’s life work accords with her
written sentiments she can’t long lack for that
much desired “I love you” which is bestowed
upon all who attain to the standard—'"Digmus
qui ametur." That by the way, is reached in
the Household ‘ terigneno.”
Hasn’t the Household this for its motto:
,l Aut qui spoliatus aut nullusV’ Believing so
I have concocted the uncouth verse below,
having a very great sympathy for Robert:
’Iwas a sad day when the angels came
And took little brother away,
N due’s grief was so great that mother gave
Her many pretty things with which to play.
Little Bobert, the neighbor’s child,
Oa learning why they were given,
Ssld, “I wish my braver would die too
And go away to heaven. ”
Isn’t it a pity the participation of one pleas
ure debars from the possession of another?
Mach as I would appreciate love, friendship,
sympathy, or attention from the Household, I
conld not afford to lose any dear one to secure
that which has been denied me in my common-
placedness. So
If I lack a friend, it is my gain;
And It I gain, one has been lost to ms;
Tne scales of our lives we try In vain
To hold In equity.
Were it proper for me to thank Ira Jones,
I could not while I harbor envy and covetous
ness for his opportunities and possessions.
When I have conquered the “evil spirit,” and
have a right, then will I give—what he so mer
itoriously deserves—thanks.
Phoebe.
Atlanta, Ga.
Scrap-Books.
Bear Mother Hubbard: I have been intend
ing to write up my scrap-books for the benefit
of ye Householders, but, fearing I should not
do it in a readable manner, have thus far re
frained from inflicting it upon such an intel
lectual assembly. It is, of necessity, my hob
by. (I believe most of us have some hobby.)
Having a superfluous quantity of time at my
disposal, I have hosts of scrap books in a state
of near completion. Scrap-book No. 1—“Our
Portrait Cftllery” is what I call it—contains
portraits of noted men and women, Presidents,
statesmen, poets, actors, preachers, etc , and
specimens of their writings or sayings and
short sketches of their lives.
Scrap-book No. 2 is labeled “A Lock of Hair
and Other Stories.” To those who love fiction
it is the very book. I had a charmingly nice
time pasting all those long and short stories in
a “Geology of Mississippi.” And I must con
fess it does look rather bulky.
“Bill Arp and Other Writers” is the way I
designate book No. 3. It contains, besides the
letters of the inimitable Bill Arp; “Kit War
ren’s Musings;” one or two articles by Slim
Jim; Burdette; M. Quad’s “Short Talks with
Boys; M^rk Twain; BillNyf; “Backwoods Let
ters;” “Woman’s Rights,” by Dilsey Dinrale;
“Sadday Nghts;” “Mary Jane” (of the Cou
rier-Journal); “Random Talks,” “Charcoal
Sketches,” etc., by Mrs. Bryan; “Wilber Mc
Donald” and “Scattered Sketches,” by Roxy
Crrft,” and the small spaces filled in with ex
tracts from Texas Siftings, some comic pic
tures, or “Gems of Thought.’’ Yet this boon
lacketh one thing—the pictures of the several
writers. How I should love for the Sunny
South to reproduce them in its “portrait gal
lery !”
Book No. 4—“Our Young Folks’ Letters,’
from the Courier-Journal's Y. F. Department—
fill a good many pages of this one of my pre-
c'ous books. A number of the Sunny South’s
columns are herein represented — “Bric-a-
Brac,” “Quiz Column,” lots of articles by the
double stars; a miscellaneous collection of
items, both interesting and valuable, inter
spersed with bright colored pictures.
Next in order is “Southern Household,”
wherein are very nearly all the Householder’s
letters. Noticeably among them are preserved
Mud a Hetnur’s noble thoughts, Veritas in all
his goodness, Kit Warren and Quien Sabe’s
“Chats.” Lovely Southern beauties smile up
on you at unexpected intervals as are turned
the p tges o’er. The book is quite large, and
as I have not enough Household letters to fill
it, have spaces to place some stories of my fa
vorite writers. Mrs. Burnett, Quien Sabe and
others grace these columns, and still there is
room for more. It is awfully fascinating to
me, this making of scrap-hooks.
Book No. 6 is in its infancy, bnt will be use
ful as well as ornamental—“A Cook Book and
Needle-work” combined.
Last, but by no means least, in my own esti
mation, is one I prize above them all. “My
Own Scrap-Book,” I think I shall call it, as it
is strictly private. No one ever gets a peep in
to it save its owner. Shall 1 describe this one?
Or think you it would be dry and uninteresting
to an outsider? From the number of poems it
contains, one would naturally conclude that I
was very fond of poetry, sentimental, sacred,
humorous. Well, we won’t enumerate the
other good things” in this book, since ’tis pri
vate.
Nixy, is my “hobby” taking up most too
much valuable space? Then l’u away, for I
want to come again soon. No Non.
“Tfy, Try Again,” That is Dauntless’
Motto,
Dear Householders: It is with much hesi
tancy that I ask a welcome from yon.
I entered here among the “early settlers,”
but a Carolinian penetrated my mask and I be
came merely a looker on. Then assuming a
nom unknown to the Householders I made a
few calls when to my surprise some one in
Mississippi (t live in one of the Atlantic
States) began writing under my new name!
If I be I, how may I know myself? Nothing
daunted I wrote y-t once again, this time dur
ing Quien Sabe’s reign, and at random signed
to my epistle a warlike name. How innocent
ly I wrote the ponderous name how bewilder
ing the result! For the first time I felt that
the feelings of ancient Eris after she had toss
ed that misch e’-provoking apple conld be fully
appreciated. The whole realm directed some
barbed shaft toward the innocent creature,
who, for want of something wiser to say, f ug-
gested the possibility of (f say it now with
fear) this band merging into a mutual admira
tion society.
Was there more ado over the discovery of
Guy Fawkes’ wickedness, I wonder?
Ihave survived your pretty anger friends aid
waited a long while come again—do I seen ad
mittance in vain?
Rosa Alba, as cross questioning seems to be
the pastime of onr kingdom, please answer me
the following questions, and pray do not resent
them as an impertinence: Are yon married,
are you blonde or brunette, and will you cor
respond either under noms or openly with a
hum-drum sort of individual who leads a very
busy life?
Dauntless.
Literary Curios, Ho. 2.—Shaksperean
Alphabet, No. 2.
A woman sometimes scorns what best con
tents her.—Two Gentleman of Verona, act
iii, scene 1.
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we’ll not fail.—Macbeth, act i, scene 7.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it.—
Measure for Measure, act ii, scene 1.
D 3 what you will, your wisdom be your guide.
—Part 2, King Henry IV, act ii, scene 3.
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Which show like grief itself, but are not so.
—King Richard II, act ii, scene 2.
Fling away ambition; by that sin fell the an
gels.—King Henry VIII, act iii, scene 2.
Give th? devil his due.—Part 1, King Henry
IV, act i, scene 2.
H.id not God, for some strong purpose, steel’d
The hearts of men, they must par-force have
melted.—King Richard II, act v, scene 2.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.—Part
3, Henry VI, act ii, scene 5.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.—Twelfth
Night, act iii, scene 3.
Know you not the fire that mounts the liquor
till it rung o’er
In seeming to augment it wastes it?—King
Henry VIII, act i, scene 1.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is
better.—Twelfth Night, act iii, scene 1,
Mach water goeth by the mill
That the miller knoweth not ot—Titus An-
dronicus, act ii, scene 1.
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it.—Macbeth,
act i, scene 4.
One sorrow never comes bnt brings an heir.—
Pericles, act i, scene 3.
Press not a falling man too far.—King Henry
VIII, act iii, scene 2.
Quarrel in a straw, when honor’s at the stake.
—Hamlet, act iv, scene 4.
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
—Jnlius Caesar, act i, scene 2.
Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.—Titos
Andronicus, act i, scene 2.
To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.—King Henry
VIII, act i, scene 1.
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.—
King Richard III, act ii, scene 3.
Vir unity, like an old coortier,
Wears her cap |ont of fashion.—All’s Well
That Ends Welt, act i, scene 2.
Weak men must fall; for Heaven still guards
the right.—King Richard II, act ii, scene A
Xcellent yoa’h! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! And when I love thee not
Chaos is come again.—Othello, act lil,
scene 3.
Your if is the only peace-maker, mnch virtue
in if.—As You Like It, act iv, scene 4.
Wanted—A Suitable Head for the
Following!
Tender twilight wraps in shadows another
day, and after the routine duties have been
duly disposed of, I steal to my quiet little den,
here to hold sweet communion with dear, in
animate things stored away within its protect
ing walls.
Ira Jones’ room is a Paradise to the curio-
seeker I imagine, but iD my estimation my
quaint sanctum is almost as valuable. Were
a trip “around my room” described, I could
see laughter, tears, contempt and snrprise
successively pictured upon the various faces of
the listening Householders.
Well, to other subjects.
It is good-by to-night friends—dare I call
you friends?—and as I turn another mile stone
on Life’s highway, at the same time, another
“new leaf” is turned, and on the second anni
versary of my entrance into this select circle I
for the last time wear the colors of Nixy—poor
Nixy! Two years ago I was prompted by am
bition to knock for admittance and the leading
star heralded my approach with a “mournful
dirge.” “Times change and we change with
them.” But little of my ambition or the au
dacity that sometimes led me into strange
places, has been retained during all the suc
ceeding months of trials and conflicts.
And as vale, vale is written, the self-trust
and confidence in others that marked my life
in the old days, have lessened; where I once
followed Pleasure, ’tis Duty leading me now.
Is it a mockery, the sunbeams of pleasure
that brighten the eyes and causes the cheeks of
those around ns to glow?
Is it true I wonder that
‘'The pleasure that we fallow
Like car laughs Is hollow—hollow
As a b >11
That now rings ns to a wedding, wt h a cYme;
And now buries ns in sorrow for a time—
With a knell!”
Italie wiil you permit me to answer your
questions now? For the privilege ot writing
privately to you is one of the tabbooed pleas
ures—time is such a rare article with me.
You are right as to my age, but the "wee
sma’ babes” now sleeping in the fair “city of
the dead” were my sister’s. Yonr letter lies
before me, and near at band is the manly con.
fession of “our mutual friend.” Several
“trades” in store for you Italie.
Florida and Rural Widow where are you?
Every mail I watch as eagerly for letters from
you as did our Alabama Clio look for the
Sunnt South.
The two-Clios’episode was amusing. Note
the perversity of human nature when my little
sister Clio deems her name “horrid.”
Maid of Athens, White Wings, Ma Belle
Princess—sweet memories cluster around these
noms and I thank you all for kindly remem
brance. When jou take your outing on grand
old Cumberland, do not forget the folks at
home Princess, bat send ns pen pictures of
your holiday retreat.
Yoor last letter received but yesterday,
China. Your suggestion to visit Tybee and
surrounding country is appreciated. When
you take your annual Northern 'trip write np
the scenes and incidents of the journey, and
please describe to ns Southern people who
have never enjoyed the treat, the White Moun
tains.
Ma Belle Carmen will yon have me for a
friend? I knew you in the Letter Box where
I was known as Flaxie Frazzle. What laugh
able recollections recur at the mention of my
primitive nom I was so proud to hear in the
“long time ago.” Right here I will throw a
kiss to Mountain Boy and make np with him.
As for Rosa Alba—kindest friend—who lec
tured me so severely, she will forgive when she
remembers that 'twasonly Flaxie Frazzle.
My limited time is "fugiting” uunsuaily fast
to-night, and my epistle is growing bulky.
With my farewell, there arise the faces of
Hemlock, Viva, Veritas, Pansy, Mizpah,
Pats—so many more whom I admire and hesi
tatingly call friends.
No Nom I would have given much had my
letters too been worthy a place in yonr scrap
albums. What presumption!
With love and best wishes for yon all, I now
cost aside this nom de plnme and as adieu is
said, only trust you will think kindly of
Nixy.
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