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fctttdin's oM! e bph., an’ content wid de
^irkness ob night.
,nn said ernuir.yo hides am so tuff,
, nelbs hit ter yo reflection; so. ies do
,utv, an’ Shell out do buty, as Deekln
nes takes de c’lectlon.
—Ileo. A. McEachin.
•tio, Texas.
OIK SOflKTV
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Bule---A’ot»le**e «»>U«e.
1 bo one make the mistake of suppos-
Lttohave one’s name in the Society
L of any newspaper gives the
L» the court seal of good society
litre.
Inderstand the unwritten laws, the
fonal rules and usages of polite peo-
y to practice the same is a large fac-
l the game of social success in this
L but it is not all that is necessary.
|y is an eloquent pleader for entrance
Ihat charmed court, but money with-
Lnowledge of its rules and laws, its
Lions and nsages cannot secure an as-
I position there.
lent and high political position,
pod tact even, can take one only so
pd no farther.
* * *
ry lew American families hold their
I from generation to generation in
beiety. When they do it is by dint
lent unconscious talent for social
k that they do. Few of the deacon-
1 of our traditional queens of Ameri-
lociety are prominent “in the social
1 of today.”
[when we do find a social genius
Jthe family blood in his or her veins,
Id traditions preserved in the mem-
lie old code and old hereditary hab-
lserting themselves, in spite of the
llties that beset the pathway of those
lling to family traditions, family ties
|®ny loyalty, that man or that wo<
If possessed of any of the gifts of
le is sure to be found among the
Ig circles of our Societ y.
* * *
I fact is, the only people who feel-
huderstand and uuderstanp seniti-
llie meaning of the social “mot,”
ei'se oblige" are those few, solitary,
i phenomiual productions of our
on humanity, who are well born,
Ired, well cultured, sufficiently ed-
I and accomplished to make them
liug without annoyance, or that
r which wounds the self love of
It*' 1 ' as naturally draw society
tnemselvesj whereever they are as
i oi clover or buckwheat, or a garden
r 8 “ raws bees and butterflies.,
* * * *
tt h *l'Py thought of the
sera of the Confederate Reunion at
g >am, Alabama, to give the ocoas-
■ social prestige of a
lentatmii of each state by
LA beautiful woman, an
8c 7, ety belle represent
l H tableaux forming a part of
kotuSlS! ““ ,wo dayade -
|tS“i e8 of ., lhe young ladies and the
lllan’ta n represent are given by
ETSS! Constitution as follows:
CS^on,° f Georgia;
P Elizabeth Clarke, of Virginia*
I ' intr ?, ll * of N °rth Carolina;
Im S “ rall > or Kentucky ;
[*® Sf 111 * ■^well, of Mississippi*
L Metft b n th \ Mv0 > of Florida; ’
P Lily McB.l 4C olTr'kat,ri Im “' ,M:
|“ C “» T »dy cJeK% f Ala-
bM Lsila Lauren, Chi.ol m , ot South
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VoDlederat.
Lrn .11 part, of th“f n i“J¥sfj 1 ' ,bed
I 1 * poem ••Thaa J . reaa 1118 “°w
poem, I he \ eteraus of the
Emily Ybkdery Batt«y.
feoa^f p 0nnectl0ns via Cen-
* oad of Borgia to all Florida
?mVri' eper to Jacksonville on
• m ' ain ’ arrives Jacksonville
l«nnah D8 d * Ulr t0 Ms00n ; tw »
ICeSt'.P York and Boston
“ship co liai road ’ and Ocean
j. c. Haile, G. P. A.,
a ^ w Savann ah Ga .
S. B. W EBB, T. P A
D. H. Hall, G. P. & t. a.’
Atlanta, Ga.
STIRRING APPEALS.
BILL NYE GIVES A FEW RECEIVED
FROM CORRESPONDENTS.
Some Indications That Money Is Real
Hard to Obtain—The County Attorney
Who Got a Square Meal Occasionally
From His Whiskers.
[Copyright, 1893, by Edgar W. Nye.]
The financial distress in the rice and
cotton country, though not so great as
in the large banking centers, is still felt
to a degree, as some of the correspond
ence of colored gentlemen with store
keepers and employers as given below
will show that suffering is so great that
several of the writers want to draw their
next week’s pay, which is, as every one
knows who is familiar with the colored
& sign of panic, with a large P.
THE FINGER OF SCORN.
When a colored man asks for money
ahead of what he has earned, we may
well inquire, What is to become of the
country?
Below is the pitiful appeal of Henry
Clay asking for rations and offering that
“the first work that Jaffrey (his son) do
you coud tak it Back.”
And yet we have been crying out
for months, “Give us more ‘Hashing,’
whether you demonetize silver or not.
We need the ‘Hashing’ bad.”
These letters are absolutely genuine,
the names only having been changed:
June 17, 1893.
Mr. Howard Balcomb:
Dear Sir—I write to tell you I have verry
Bad Painn in the Right Side Work from my
Side to my Back Tuseday Evning I sick I think
it is Simmer Conplanid Please Sir let me have
fifty cts for to get Sume Rashing the first days
work Jaffrey do you coud tak it Back I need
the Rashing Bad Henry Clay.
The following indicates the state of
the money market, also the fin de siecle
method of spelling “allow.” It also
shows how the writer understands that
a vague allusion to death will get funds
sometimes when all other efforts fail.
He does not state whose death he is go
ing to blow in the $1.25 upon, but’prob
ably it will go to buy cut flowers for the
grave of Ham, who was cut down a
couple of thousand years ago by mala
rial fever brought on by the surface wa
ter and hot weather around Ararat:
Mr. Balcombe—Please arlow me to have
one Doller & 25 cts this week for I am in Sure
Deth. I like to pay yours
John C. Calhoun.
Mr. Calhoun, on the back of the note,
states that he is not a bimetallist, but a
Baptist with a tendency toward som
nambulism. Many are the times, he says,
that he has awakened from a sound sleep
and found himself in the middle of a
watermelon patch bathed in a cold sweat
and a big melon rind in his hand.
Mr. Mason, who accidentally discov
ered last week that he had been emanci
pated 30 years ago while he was serving
a term with the gang, writes as follows:
Captain please Sir yu can Be kine anuft to
let me have my thirs day money and will pay
the Day on next week if yo Will Do So for me
please Sir that is all Slidell Mason.
Mr. Lemons, who writes below, no
doubt indicates as fully and uncon
sciously between the lines how times are
with him as any exhibit that has been
made this summer, and notice toward
the close, where he admits in his own
tonchful orthography, “I would not
worry, but I am distressed why I worry
you.”
His wife also “is Bear feet,” meaning
no doubt that there has been a Wall
street movement to depress her feet.
He also intimates that if Mr. B. does
not “trus” him he will bust:
Mr. Balcombe—You and Mr. W. E. Bal
combe can Len me $200 dolor and tell I hav the
chanc of making Sum money. Do if you Pleas
Sir you can Len me becos my Wife is Bear feet
and if you dont trus me Sir vou can Git a Lean
on a half aker of Rice but 1 know Sir lean pay
you before that Sir. if I was not destrus Sir i
Wod not Worry but i am destrus Wi i Wory
you do if you pieas Sir you can Len me.
Peter G. T. Beauregard Lemons.
The following item also, taken from
the Asheville Citizen a few weeks ago,
indicates that chickens are close and
hard to obtain this season and that money
matters were never more seldom, espe
cially among the colored people, than at
preeenfr
Will Young, colored, aged about 45, was tried
for stealing two chickens and found guilty.
He has served two terms in the gang—the first
time for stealing watermelons. Judge Jones
gave Young a four years’ sentence, thinking it
might break him of his long fingered habit
When the sentence was pronounced, Young
said, “Thank you, sir,” to Judge Jones.
Comment on the length of the sen
tence would seem out of place here at
this time, when, so nearly as may be, a
fraternal feeling should exist. It is in
timated, however, that Mr. Young was
a pronounced bimetallist, whereas the
court was opposed to that idea most bit
terly.
I may be wrong, however. The court
will please take notice that this comes
to me as hearsay, and also that my apol
ogy is ready at a moment’s notice incase
I am wrong in putting the judge down
as an enemy of bimetallism. I do not
care to be sentenced to 1,000 years for
finding a felon on the finger of scorn.
Speaking of courts and the law re
minds me of an incident which occurred
in the great northwest last winter.
Christiana county is a new organization,
and the county seat still has fresh paint
on it.
In February a merchant who sells tea
and ax helves came to the county attor
ney and said he did not wish to find any
fault about it or make any arrests, but
some one was stealing his wood at the
rate of two cords per month, and he
wanted to know the best course to pro
ceed and still not commit a felony him
self. Would it be dangerous to load
some of the sticks with powder? Would
he be liable or subject to arrest in case
of death or mayhem?
The county attorney thought it over
for 15 minutes with his whiskers in his
mouth. He always ate off some of his
whiskers while engaged in thought.
“No, you would not be liable, I think,”
said he, “but to avoid accidents to your
self or your family I would load only
sticks of white birch, Mr. Jaggerson.
White birch is easily distinguished even
in the night, and if you load only that
variety your family circle will not have
a notch in it this winter.”
So the man went home and loaded
his wood pile for bear, but in his haste
he erroneously loaded one stick of hick
ory.
That night the county attorney’s office
was burned to the ground, together with
a library consisting of Hill’s Manual,
the Revised Statutes for 18G9, “Horace
A. Taylor on Diseases of the Horse,”
“The Man Who Sobered Up,” by Walt
Mason, and the government publications
on pork and its diseases.
The county attorney’s opinion since
then has been of no value whatever, for
his whiskers were singed off by the ex
plosion, and missing them to gnaw upon
while wrapped in thought his legal opin
ion has been warped, and it is pitiful to
see him tackle a simple question, run his
tongue out in search of a mouthful of
rich red whiskers, find only the place
where they were and then burst into
tears.
Numerous inquiries have been received
within the past summer regarding fu
neral etiquette, etc. I here take the lib
erty therefore to insert a piece of word
painting taken verbatim from an ex
change, the names only having been
changed to avoid giving additional of
fense. The clipping itself is offensive
enough to drive a mule from his midday
meal, but I print it to show one-half the
world how the other half is permitted to
rush into print on the heels of death even
if ignored the rest of the time:
Aug. 1, 1893.
Dear Editor—The death angel has made its
ingress into our quiet little city, snatching
from our midst one of our most deserving
and beloved citizens in the person of Mrs.
Judge Burstforth Balaam of East Tottawota-
mie, this state. After a protracted illness she
departed to the Land of the Leal the morning
of the 25th. Funeral 27th at above place. Serv
ices conducted by Rev. E. Gurney of our city,
who delivered one of his masterly, skillful dis
courses. Mr. Gurney can bring the world down
on a funeral discourse. His sermon was full
of pathos and eloquence. The elder is a Bible
student and a gentleman of high culture.
The Rev. Eli Mudd offered up an eloquent
prayer. The reverend is a young man of
marked ability.
The Rev. Mr. Billwood of Maryland made a
telling closing address; he will be counted in.
Mrs. Balaam as a vocalist had no parallel. Her
voice was like that of an angel—soft and clear
and pathetic. Her music proceeded from her
heart and reached the hearts of the hearers.
She was called upon to sing at hundreds of fu
nerals. She had sung a great many times at
Spoon Lake church. In short, she was a well
known singer. Mrs. Balaam will be missed at
the bedsides of the sick. Her hand was al
ways open to relieve the wants of the poor
and afflicted. She would go far and near
to relieve the wants of the suffering. She
always paid into the church. She will be
missed at the class meeting and the Sunday
school. Her graceful form will not be seen on
the streets any more, but in heaven. She was
a complete model of perfection and beauty.
But to all the world who will most miss her
the judge and Ettie, her daughter, wife of Mr.
Burlingame. The judge will not when he
comes home at a late hour find awaiting his
coming with a cup of hot coffee on the stove
and a smiling face, with cheering words, hut
the opposite—a dark house, no words of cheer
nor angel’s smiles to enliven the half dead
manhood. But what grief will come over the
bereaved husband when he finds a dark house,
and that the mistress is lying among the tombs,
her eyes closed in death! Judge, you will see
dark days and gloomy shades, but there is one
cheering side to this—she is happy; she is
among the good of all ages. God bless her
tabes,
TEe funeral was largely attended; people
present from eight towns. Music by Minkinse’s
band. Minkinse is one of the best musicians
in the country. Cold Storage of West Burlaps
was the undertaker. His part was well acted.
Quite a large crowd followed the corpse to
Rush Center cemetery, where there was quite
a crowd assembled awaiting the coming.
Among the crowd was Rev. Mr. Pangborn,
Drs. Shrub, Snort and Murdock, E. Lalow and
lady, and quite a number of prominent people
of the city were present. Rev. Pangborn pro-
EATING HIS WHISKERS,
nounced the benediction. Judge Balaam gave
his wife the greatest possible care, also Ettie,
her daughter. The judge tenders below his
heartfelt thanks to neighbors and attendants
at the funepal. Very respectfully yours,
Ajax.
Here is the card of thanks:
A CARD.
The undersigned desires in the midst of his
mighty grief—a grief which overshadows the
average grief because of the unusually deep
emotion and tender, affectionate nature of un
dersigned—to express his thanks for the gen
eral good feeling and unparalleled turnout on
the occasion of the funeral at which the wife
of undersigned was the corpse; also for the loan
of eleven (11) front room chairs from Mr. Mc-
Keg and eight (8) dining room ditto from Mr.
Praiseworthy Stikeleatlier.
In the midst of life we are here today, and
here, there and everywhere tomorrow. There
has not been such a general turnout or univer
sal satisfaction since the funeral of Mr. and
Mrs. Rankin, who were drug from their bed
and murdered in cold blood, and the under
signed wishes that he could in more fitting lan
guage express himself to those who came and
sat up with deceased without charge and min
gled their tears with undersigned, who hopes
to some day return the favor and also to ex
press orally his thanks to such as may come to
the great sacrifice and sale of household goods
which will take place at the home of under
signed all day Monday, during which will be
offered an entire kitchen outfit, the almost new
ingrain carpet which was on the floor of the
front room on the day of the funeral and may
have been noticed, together with a baby grand
melodion and a silk dress nearly new, and
which will almost stand alone.
Thanking one and all once more for their
sympathy and the use of their teams, and hop
ing that this great sorrow may be tempered to
the shorn lamb, and remembering that whom
the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and hoping
that no one will miss the sale, and realizing
that possibly the dear one was snatched away
because undersigned idolized her too much, I
am yours truly, Burstforth Balaam.
The above card is not greatly changed
from seven or eight that I have on hand.
I have only united the salient features
of the group into one composite card
and trust it may be a warning to those
who are tempted to use the presence of
death as a pretext for word painting,
treatises on the currency and advertise
ments of sale. Your true friend,
(White.)
plain Engllih.
Charlie’s mother had been troubled by a
bad boy who had persisted in enticing
Charles out to play with him in the alley,
and as she never could get near enough to
him to tell him to stay away, she sent word
by her hopeful.
“Well,” she said when he returned,
“did you tell him what I said?”
“Yes’m,” responded Charlie.
“Did you tell him in plain English so he
would know what I meant?”
“Yes’m.”
“What did you say to him?”
“I said: ‘Look here, you chump, my
monomer says if she gets her flippers on to
you once she’ll yank you into t.he middle
of next week; and she don’t want you to
be monkeyin’ around this alley or she’ll
make you sick in 47 peaces. Do you catch
on? Git.’ That’s what I told him. Noth
in’ the matter with that beiDg plain
enough, is there?” and the poor mother
burst into tears.—Detroit Free P ess.
Literary Note.
The essays read before the Brooklyn
Eihicri Association during the season of
1892-’93 are now ready, in a volume en
titled Factors in American Civilization.
Like the series that have preceded them,
their keynote is evolution. The present
volume is notaole for the number of sub
jects in it that have been treated by thor
oughly equipped specialists.
Among these may be mentioned Chari
ties, by Professor Amos G Warner; The
Drink Problem, by Dr. T D- Crothers;
Labor, by X. P. Gilman and J. W. Sulli
van; Foreign Commerce, by Hon. William
j. Coombs; and Penal Methods, by James
MoKeen. (D, Appleton Sc Co., New
York.)
For «ate by all draggUta.
Official Etiquette at Washington.
In regard to the importance of the
question of rank and precedence in
Washington, the late Governor and
United States Senator, E. D. Morgan,
used to tell a story that perfectly illus
trates the strict punctillio of the dip
lomatic circles here, and also how
much the new Senator has to learn no
matter how well acquainted with the
usage of the grande monde [fashiona
ble society] he may be elsewhere.
Gov. Morgan, by the way, was born to
the purple, had seen much of good so
ciety before his elevation to the chief
magistracy of our own State of New
York, and the United States Senate.
“The matter of etiquette embarrass
ed me a good deal when I first went to
Washington as a Senator,” said he. “It
was in the early days of the war, and
M.r. Seward, who was an old friend,
was Secretary of State.
There was a good deal of dinner-
giving that winter (1863), and I did as
the others were doing. During the
holidays in 1863, I invited the mem
bers of the Diplomatic Corps to meet
the Secretary of State at dianer. The
times were squally, and Seward had
told me privately that he wanted all
the social aid he could get, especially
with the foreign ministers in Wash
ington.
Sir Frederick Bruce was the Eng
lish minister then. He was a special
friend of my wife and myself, and had
often visited us at our home in New
York.
Senor Tassara, the Spanish minister,
was the dean or senior of the Diplo
matic Corps. At the Congress of
Vienna in 1810 the rule was adopted
and is still in existence, that diplo
matists’ precedence at a court is regu
lated by the term of service at that
court. So, as my dinner was to diplo
mats, things bad to be regulated ac
cording to diplomatic usages.
“Sir Frederick Bruce was my oldest
acquaintance among them, aud I ask
ed him to take Mrs. Morgan out to
dinner. ‘My dear sir, I ciiu’t do that,’
said Bruce. ‘Tassara’s th'e dean. It’s
his right.’ ‘Oh, said I. ‘England is a
bigger country than Spain. Besides,
you are an old friend of ours. Let
the etiquette go.’ ‘But I. daren’t, said
Bruce. Just then Seward came up.
Hearing what was going on, he called
me to one side ana said : ‘This may
not seem of any importance to you,
Morgan, but it is of immense conse
quence to me and the country. Spain
is friendly to us. Tassara, being a
Spaniard, is extremely punctillious.
If, at a diplomatic dinner, his right of
precedence is disregarded, he would
take it as a deliberate insuit to his na
tion. So, for Heaven’s sake, let him
take Mrs. Morgan out; otherwise he
will write to his government and we
will have no end of a row over it.’ Of
course, with this view before
me,” said Gov. Morgan, “I could only
comply with the requirements of cour
tesy and etiquette, and asked Senor
Tassara to take my wife out, which he
did, and we bad no row with Spain.”—
Washington Post.
A Dane* Without a Smile.
They have a singular kind of danoe
conducted on the greens of oountry vil
lages, in Russia. The dancers stand apart,
knot of yonng men here, a knot of
maidens there, each sex by itself, and
silent as a crowd of mutes. A piper
breaks iuto a tune, the youth pulls off his
cap and challenges his girl with a wave
and a bow. If the girl is willing she
waves her handkerchief in token of assent.
The youth advances, takes a corner of the
kerchief in his hand and leads his lassie
round and round.
No word is spoken, and no Iangh Is
heard. Stiff with cords and rich with
braids the girl moves heavily by herself,
going round and ronnd, and never allow
ing ber partner to touch her hand. The
pipe goes droning on for hours in the same
sad key and measure, and the prize of
merit in this “circling,” as the danoe is
called, is given by spectators to the lassie
who in all that summer revelry has never
spoken and never smiled.
During tb*i six months ending July 1
there were 3 8138,915 pounds of meat, fish,
fiuit and vegetables destroyed by the
health department of the city of New
York.
Three of the first four presidents of the
United States married widows.