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Newspaper Page TextThe Cedartown Advertiser. lPu.folish.ed every Thursday by D. IB. FEEEMAA. Terms: S1.5Q per annum, in advance. OLD SERIES—VOL. VIII-NO. 1. CEDARTOWN, GA., FEBRUARY 3, 1881. NEW SERIES—VOL. III-NO. 8. CHARLES E. WEST, Attorney at Law, CEDARTOWN, Georgia. »r special attention to Collection ot Claims. Office up stairs In Ledbetter & Goode Building. C. G. JANES, ATTORNEY AX LAW, CEDARTOWN, GA. tr Offlee In the court House. febi 9-’-y DRS. LIDDELL & SON, PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS . OFFICE EAST SIDE OF MAIN ST. CEDARTOWN, GA W. G. ENGLAND, Physician and. Surgeon, CEDARTOWN, GA OFFICE over J. A. Wynn's -where he may b9 found ready to attend calls either day or night. Janl5-ly DR. C. H. HARRIS, Physician and Surgeon, Cedartown. Ga. B. FISHER, Watchmaker & Jeweler, CEDARTOWN, GA Having lust opened out a shop at the store of a. D. Hogg & Co., respectfully requests the public to call on him when needing work in his W. F. TURNER, Attorney at Law. CEDARTOWN, GA will practice in the Superior Courts ot Polk, Pau sing, Haral on, Floyd and Carroll counties, special attention given to collections and real estate business. marll-ly DR. L. S. LEDBETTER, DENTIST, CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA. All Dental work performed In the most skill ful manner. Offlee over J. S.&tubbs & Co.’s. febl9-ly W. M. PHILLIPS & C0„ MANUFACTURER’S AGENTS FOR Machinery of all Kinds. "Sixty-four different makes of Steam engines and Boilers ranging from 3 to 40 horse-power—new and second-hand—all at very low prices. Also agents for the Albany and Brown Cotton Gin, / PACKING, SCREWS, SEPARATORS, THRESHERS, CORN MILLS and Farming Implements in general. We had a fine trade in this line last year, and general satisfaction was given. We are also Dealers in General Merchandise. And have in store a well selected stock of DRY GOODS, NOTIONS, BOOTS, SHOES, HATS, CAPS, CLOTHING AND GROCERIES, All of which we will sell low, either for each or to prompt paying time cus tomers. We are agents for GEORGE A CLARK’S “0. Bf. T.” Thread, And will sell at retail and also will job it to merchants at regular whole sale prices. 10,000 Pounds of Wool Wanted. We will pay highest prices for all the washed wool brought to us. Persons contemplating the erection of buildings may save mone/ by calling on us for prices of LUMBER, LATHS and SHINGLES. Come and see us. W. M. PHILLIPS & CO., Cedartown, Gra, THE ROOTS OF THE ROSES. The leaves are fading and falling, The winds are rough and wild. The birds have ceased their calling, But let me tell you, my child : Though day by day, as it closes. Doth darker and oolder grow. The roots of the bright red roses Will zeep alive in the snow. And when the winter is over The boughs will get new leaves. The quail come back to the clover, The swallow back to the eaves ; The robin will wear on his bosom. The vest that is bright and new. And the liveliest wayside blossom Will shine with sun and dew. So, when some dear joy loses. Its beauteous rammer glow, Think how the roots of the roses Are kept alive in the snow. From the Dead. DR G. W. STRICKLAND DENTIST, CEDARTOWN, - Georgia. Having permanently located In Cedartown, oiTers his professional services to the public, guaranteeing flrst-class work and reasonable charges to all patrons. oct21-iy JAMES IU PRICE, < CEDARTOWN, GA. Keeps on hand and manufactures to order MATTRESSES! My work recommends Itself wherever used, and is guaranteed to render the most pe feet satisfaction. No flimsy material used, no work slighted. I ask a triaL JAMES. H. PRICE. iebl9-ly. ISAAC T. MEE, CEDARTOWN, GA., —dealer in- STOYES TINWARE, Hardware and Hollow-Ware, OF ALL KINDS. House-Furnishing Goods A SPECIALTY. Every variety of Job work In my line neatly done. I respect uliy solicit the patronage o; the public, and would be pleased to have all my friends and customers call and see me when In town. I* T. MEB JanS-ly r. o m in Cotton and Produce Exchange, 27 BROAD STREET, ROME, Ga. BRANCH OF THE Atlanta Public Produce, Cotton and Stock Exchange. J. F. CUMMINGS & CO., Managers. Quotations from all the Principal Cotton and Produce Markets received Dally, quoting all Changes in the Market, which are free to the public. Future Transactions In cotton, Grain and Provisions. dec23-3m 13T call or send for Circular Explaining Method of Doing Business. A. J.* YOUNG, DEALER IN STAR BARBER SHOP. WEST SIDE MAIN STREET. CLEAN TOWELS and plenty of BAY RUM al ways at hand. Everything neat and systematic about my shop, and cusromers promptly and politely waited on. Am prepared tp Clean Clothing. " Bring me your worn and faded garments and have them made to look as good as new. I guarantee perfect satisfaction in all branches of my business. The repairing of Umbrellas a Specialty. nov25-ly LEWIS BOND J. F. EAVES. Restaurant and Confectionery EAST SIDE OF NORTH MAIN STREET. fy* Meals Served at all Honrs. x A splendid line of Confectionery, Canned Gjods. £c.. In stock. novll-ly D. H. LEDBETTER, Watchmaker & Jeweler, CEDARTOWN, Ga. and Jewelry done promptly and satisfactorily. Watches, Clocks and Jewelry of all kinds fur nished to order on short notice. I am prepared to do PHOTOGRAPHING IN ALL ITS BRANCHES. My Gallery is fitted up in good style, and I am prepared to furnish GOOD PICTURES. Corn and Rye Whiskies, Wine, Gins and Brandies. Noyes Warehouse - - CEDARTOWN, Ga. SOLE AGENT FOR COX, HILL & THOMPSON’S STONE MOUNTAIN WHISKIES in Cedartown. I keep such Liquors as may be used as a beverage or for medical purposes with perfect safety, guaranteed. Give me a call. Good treatment mrl8-lv BAKER & HALL, DEALERS IN GENERAL HARDWARE, T-T VEB Y, FEED —AND— * SALE STABLE! Wright & Johnson, Prop’rs. CEDARTOWN Georgia. Being supplied with new Horses, New Ve- nicles, &c., we are prepared to meet the wants of the public in our line.* Jan8-iy SUCH AS Ready-Made Plows, Plow Stocks, Nails, Iron am Steel, Spades, Shovels, lloes, Rakes, Manure Forks, Etc. BUGGY WHEELS. SHAFTS, POLES AND CIRCLES. WHEELBARHOWS, SAWS, FILES, LOCKS, SINGES, CHAINS, ETC. We have just opened a Hardware House in Cedartown, and ask a trial in Goods and Prices. We arc Strictly in the Hardware Business, ‘j and will be prepared to furnish goods in our line as cheap a, they *can be bought in any*market. Give us a trial before going elsewhere. One day Frank came home, with a look of triumph. “I have ‘a perfect treasure’ for you,” he said, in the way of a nurse, Gerald Temple is going to take his famUy to Europe, and when he heard what you wanted, offered to let.us have their nurse, whom they will not want.” I heard a low sigh. Flora, Frank’s only sister, had been sitting in the corner of the drawing-room. She rose now and slipped out. “How could you, Frank?” I said, fol lowing her with sad eves. “I never heard your sister speak of the Temples since she has lived with us; the very mention of their name brings back the memory of Gerald’s brother and ail that sad tragedy.” “I am sorry,” said Frank, “but I did not know she was in the room. Poor Flora!" “Yes! Poor Flora, 1 said to myself. But once the blithest, loveliest little creature I ever knew. It is something of a story,but ’tis ‘an ower true tale,’ and I will tell it in the shortest way I can. ” Flora and Frank were orphans, and old Mrs. Chichester, their grandmother, had adopted Flora almost from her infancy. The old lady had very ambitious hopes of making a splendid match for her beautiful grandchild. But Flora thought otherwise; and when she was just seventeen, at the time of my wedding, she and Langley Tem ple were insane enough to fall desperately in love with each other. After awhile Langley was ordered to his ship (he was in the navy) but Frank waged battle with grandma until he obtained a viperish con sent that the lovers might correspond. Grandma took pains not to let Frank know how Flora was tormented and tryannized over, until the poor child consented to go out into society again; and there she met, and made ready conquests of the very man whom grandma had intended for her beauty Horace Kent. Flora refused him; but grandma said, scornfully, “That made no difference. She would come to her senses soon, ” and, to my utter amazement, the trousseau went or, and by-and-by we were bidden to the wedding—a quiet elegant af fair, where Flora talked and walked as if she were frozen. Kent and Flora were to sail for Europe within a fortnight of their marriage, and went to Washington and Baltimore to pass that time. Left alone, one evening in Balti more, with a severe headache, Flora re membered having some aromatic vinegar in her husband’s dressing case. Kent was peculiar in his careful way of locking up his belongings, and she took her own bunch of keys to open the box, when, rather to her surprise, she found the key left in the box. Some listless, vague impulse, which she could never afterward account for, prompted her to lift the upper tray, aithough she had found the vinegar already. Underneath, to her surprise, she found papers, and was about returning the tray to its place, without further examma- tpn, when her eyes were caught by the words—“My own Flora,” in a dear, a toe well-known handwriting. When Kent came back that night, he found his beautiful young wife sense less upon her bed, with two letters crum pled between her cold fingers. One, the last letter that Langley had actually written her; and the other, the base forgery, in which he asked to be released from his en gagement. They came back to New York for a sin gle day, Flora saw no one but her grand mother. The old lady, upon her death-bed, raved of that interview, and vainly implor ed Flora’s forgiveness for urging Kent on to his treachery. The newly-wedded pair sailed in the ill-fated ship that took fire off the coast of Nova Scotia, and whose name still carries terror to many a heart. Flora was one of the handful of survivors: her unhappy husband fought for her phee in the boat, and remaining behind himself, perished with the ship. Then came the news that Langley’s ship had gone down with all on board. Flora came to live with us about two years before the commencement of my story. She seemed to feel a sorrowful re morse about her husband that was not grief, yet it cast a shadow over her lifa “He was treacherous and false,” she said to me one day. “and he broke my heart— but what right had I to judge him? Harrie, I told him that I could never forgive. And he died, thinking himself unforgiven.” Of Langley, as I told you, she never spoke. Well, the “perfect treasure’ made her ap pearance. She was rather a young look ing woman, with a pleasant, low, voice and very good manners, for one of her station. One night, Frank had taken a box at the opera in New York. We lived in Brooklyn and as Kellogg was to sing, J begged Flora to go with us, but she de clined: She would stay at home and keep house, she said. In the meantime, Flora, after our de parture, sat for some time writing letters in her own room; and at last felt asleep. She never knew how long she slept, but she bad a painful nightmare sensation, as if somebody was trying to smother her, and after struggling with the feeling for some time, she slowly, and with a gTeat effort opened her eyes. Why, what has happened to the room ? The eas must have gone out —it is totally dark, save a flickering gleam from the dying fire on the hearth, and what a sickening smell there was. With a ligntning rapidity, which is more like in stinct than thought, it flashed upon her what the strange scent was—chloroform! Then, as she caught her frightened breath, and shrank back into her chair, a low sound of voices from the dining rooms reached her ears. The door between the rooms was ajar, and she saw a thread of light from it; the voice Bhe first heard was man’s ‘Ter didn’t give the young Oman too much, did yer?” it asked anxiously. “Wish 1 had,” answered Alice’s low, stealthy voice. “1 hate her! She suspects “Ha, ha! ” gurgled the man. ‘She must ha’ been pnrty oncivil to yer; yer usually gets on the right side of ’em. Is that ’er pitcher silver or plate ?’’ “Plate. The silver is up stairs. Flora shook as Bhe heard the venom of that low voice. ‘She was Mr. Langley’s lady-love till her old grandma stopped it.” “And what were Mr. Langley to yer,my girl ” said the man. ‘Hush! you’ll wake the child, and I don’t want to do him any harm. Mr. Lang ley—” The woman’s voice softened, “He never said a dozen words to me in his life; but, look you, Vincent, I worshipped him. ” “That’s right. TeffTneal!, as I’m your Aisband that is to be,” he said, with a doarse laugh. “Mrs. Kent has splendid jewels, too. I picked the lock to look at them. You can take as many of those as you like. Come.” As soon as the sound of their footsteps died away. Flora snatched the deadly handkerchief from her head and staggered to her feet, though dizzily. She was a very spirited girl, and determined that the pair should not escape. But what could she do? It was vain to think of getting the cook to alarm their neighbors at the comer, for the next lot was vacant, and she must cross the hall, and go past the stairs to find her. There would be no use in throwing up the window and screaming; the bouse was on Clinton avenue, far out, and the policemen did not come past very often. Flora wrung her hands, when a sleepy murmur of “auntie!’’startled her. In a second her resolve was taken, and she was on her knees by Fred, kissing him and say ing— ‘Fred! my darling, auntie is going to do something very funny. You remember how papa jumped you down from the bal cony on Christmas day to ran after the monkey. I’m going to jump you down now. Don’t speak a word. Act like a man. There I” Fred was just four years old, but a great boy for his age, and he always obeyed Flora implicitly; so he rubbed his sleepy eyes wide opeD, and was carried to the window. The balcony,outside, was not far from the ground. As Flora looked out, carefully, she saw, under the corner gas light, a tall figure with a gleam of brass buttons. “Fred,” she whispered, rapidly, “run fast to the policeman, and tell him be must come right here to auntie; then go to Mr. Motley’s at the corner, and ring the bell with all your might—it is low and you can reach it—and tell George and Harry Mot ley that Aunt Flora says there is a thief in the house. Don’t be afraid, Fred; be a man like papal” Over; softly, gently, over the low railing; and then, with a good shake of his small person, Fred’s fat legs trotted swiftly off toward the policeman. Directly under the balcony a voice said, very softly: “What’s wanted, ma’am ? Can you open the front door for me ?” “I cannot,” she panted; “there are bur glars in the house, and I should be heard. Couldn’t you get up here somehow ? Has the little boy gone to the neighbors?” There was do answer to this question, but the policeman easily followed her sug gestion, and climbed up over the balcony. The fire had now died out m the room, the only light was a famt glimmer from the hail. "T^Waitl” whispered Flora, laying her cold band on the policeman’s arm as he made a motion to go forward. ‘-They are up-stair, in my room, looking for my jewels. If you will stand just be hind that door, 1 will creep up the back stairs and reconnoitre; if the woman come" down to answer the bell, Beize her. There is but one man; if I want help I will call, and then you must rush up the front stairs.” ‘Are you not afraid ? asked the police man, with some surprise; but Flora was gone before be had finished the remark. When she reached the stairs, she found by the sounds, that the man had evidently gone into the silver closet, which stood on the other side of the back stairs, and that now she was between the two—for she could hear Alice walking about in her room. Quick as a flash, the little figure glided up the stairs, slipping off her boots on the lowest step; there was no light m the hall, except that afforded by the burg lar’s lantern, for the gas was turned down low, and the lantern set inside the closet door. That door opened outward, ane the key was in it; a spring, a sudden bang, and then the click of the key in Flora’s nervous fingers, as she turned it in the lock. A tremendeus curse came from the cap tured thief, as she leaned breathlessly against the door. The same moment the gaslight was turned on, and Alice con fronted Flora. You here, madam? Well, you and I are quits, anyhow. Open that door, or I’ll send a bullet right through your head! You didn’t think of my having the revolver, did you?” ‘No,” said Flora, looking in the girl’s furious eye with her peculiarly cairn smile. Then she shouted. “Help! Police I” You may split your pretty throat call ing,"said Alice,seizing her savagely by the arm. “No one will come; the cook’s drug ged, and you're at our mercy. Give me the key?” “I’ll trouble you for that pistol,” said a stem voice behind Flora, as a thick, strong arm jerked the weapon away from Alice. Alice, with a shriek, fell on the floor, for she realized all at once. But Flora gazed as if turned to stone, for it was Langley Temple that she saw. “Ah, my God!” she exclaimed. “Flora, don’t be so terrified, ” he said, ‘it is my very seif, no ghost. Take my hand, love; see, it’s flesh and blood like your own.” The Motleys had time to think that Flora was murdertd before the pair opened the door. Very much surprised were they to see instead of the policeman they ex pected to find, a very tall, handsome man, stranger, in undress uniform. Fred, now that his part of the fun was over, be gan to roar, and Flora took him up in her arms, while the four gentlemen, assisted by the policeman, opened the closet and secured the prisoner. Langley’s story is too long to be told here; suffice it to say that, being on deck when the Tecumseh sunk,he had been able to strike out from the sinking ship, and, under cover from the smoke and war of battle, swam ashore. There he was taken prisoner and kept in confinement for months, finally making his escape. Langley and Flora were married very quietly soon after. Frank gave away the lovely .bride, whose fair, girlish bloom had come back to her, and who, under the in fluence of love, seemed a different woman from the pale, sad creature who had moved so qnietly about my house. A Team of Reindeer. Each Wapoo* had under his or her charge five deer, and, except on these five ani mals, they did not bestow a thought, leav ing the others to each capture his own in dividual five as best he could. Even the old Wapoos, Nilas by name, did not offer to assist his better half, nor did she seem to expect such help. The animals having been speedily got in order, the next thing was to harness them, which is done in this fashion : The deer has a skin-collar round its shoulders, to which is fastened a long strap, also of untanned skin, which, going between the legs of the animals, is tied to a ring at the prow of the poolk. The single rein with which we drive is made fast to the left side of the head, and is held in the right hand. In steering, you must, if you wish to turn to the right, cast the rein over to the right shoulder ot the ani mal, and pull or rather tug a little. If you wish to go faster, you can strike with the monster at once for fear of causing his wife’s rein on the animal’s sides ana back, though if you have a wild brute this is rather dan gerous, as it on being struck becomes ut terly unmanageable, and therefore it is generally quite sufficient to raise the left hand, as if for a blow, which will cause the deer to run off smartly enough. The mo ment the foremost deer starts all the others follow in a long line, winding in and out according as the leader’s tracks go. All deer cannot be induced to lead the way; in fact, very many are trained to follow only, as they then become much more easily managed as baggage deer. Over all Fin- marken, and, in fact, all Lapland, one never sees two deer harnessed together or with proper gear. In this respect the Sa- moyedes are far more practical, and not omr do they bring the animal to the same state of subjection as the horse with us, but they use entire bucks for domestic pur poses, an unheard-of thing in Lapland, where even dogs are considered as too spirited to be safely used. . Moor! sb Bath. Man is like an engine—it will run well and long if it is well oiled. Cont entment and cheerfulness are the oil which keeps the nerves from wearing out. Busy men and woman think that time taken from toil for sleep and re creation is time lost. It is really the cement put in to fill up the joints, tq, keep out the weather and preserve the building. A Moorish bath would not be a bad thing after such a momincr, only we must burry to take it before twelve o’clock as from that hour until six in the evening the establishment is sacred to the gentle sex. We will go to the “Etat-Major, ” where being accustomed to the treatment of invalids, we will be handled more tenderly. Notice on the threshold as we enter, that phleg matic-Bedouin kneading his feet as a fin ishing touch to his bath. He will remind you of Gordon’s picture in the Museum at Marseilles, of voluptuous Tiberius manip ulated by an attendant. A simple curtain separates us from the chamber which serves at once as sitting and dressing room. Raise this, and if you are at all up in what artists call clarobscuro, I promise you an agreeable view. In the half-light produced by a unique lamp are softly defined columns of white marble, a cuckoo clock, Morocco trays, Venetian glass, and bathed m shadow a carved alabaster fountain with a gurgling jet d’eau, and the galleries and mysterious lofts strewn with sleepers and attendants wrapped m long robes, reminding one of the nun scene in the third act of *‘Robert la Diable. At a signal from the Chief there approaches a half-naked native, with girded loins and most peculiarly-arranged hair, who leads you by the hand to your disrob ing place. He murmurs a few . words, which you are to understand as meaning to perform this action. Then with a towel girding your loins, a turban on the head, and your feet m sandals, you proceed to the ordeal. The heat assists your imagina tion in thinking the young Moors about you as so many cannibals with their flash ing eyes, reeking chocolate-colored skins, and continual exhibition of white teeth. The usual kneading process ensues, with which you are no doubt familiar from the ordinary Turkish bath. The after pleasure of stretching off and enjoying your coffee and a pipe, or some tea and a ciganette, is never to be forgotten except in the delici ous sleep which follows, and from which you are sufficiently refreshed, surely, for whatever occupation turns up for the rest of the day. Skylarks Disappearing. An enormous decrease of the number of skylarks in Scotland and northern England has been complained of recently. Mr. Ed wards, a Scotch naturalist, has published an essay in which he attempts to disprove the popular theory that atarings or meadow larks cause the mischief by breaking the eggs in the nest and by killing the young. That the bill of the starling is capable of destroying the egg he admits, but he ridi cules the idea of its destroying the young, and he does not believe that the starlings are to blame. He attributes the evil chiefly to the increase in cattle and the taking in of waste ground for agricultural purposes. “As a rule,” he says, “larks do not breed among hay, corn or barley. For one nest I have known in such places, I have, I may safely say, found a dozen m meadows, on pasture lands and on waste ground. Now, for one cow or ox that there were years ago, there are about a score at present. Is it not possible that the great increase of these animals may have something to do with the decrease of the lark by trampling on their nests or maltreating them ? I have myself, while searching in clover fields for moths and in grazing grounds for beetles, come across numbers in recent years so destroyed. Pheasants, partridges and other ground breeding birds also suffer severely. Besides, we have cattle and sheep now, but more particularly the latter, put into woods and plantations to eat down the herbage there.’’ In conclusion. Mr. Edwards protests very earnestly against the destruction of birds’ nests and the trap ping of song birds by men and boys, by which thousands of birds are destroyed every year. A Test of Building Stones. Dr. Cutting, the State Geologist of Ver mont, has concluded the unique series of tests of the fire-resisting qualities of building stones. He declares, in substance, that no known natural stone deserves the name of fire-proof. Conglomerates and slates have ‘•no capability” of standing heat; granite is injured beyond cheap or easy repair by even so mild a heat as that which melts lead; sandstone,including the variety called brown-stone, are better, and limestones are perhaps the best in this respect. But even they artypjured by continuous heat of 900 deg., and at 1,200 are changed into quick lime. Therefore it would seem that no stone buildings are fire-proof, and some of them, Dr. Cutting even says, are as much damaged by fire, as wooden structures are. Brick, on the contrary, is usually uninjured and is often rather improved by heat until it is melted. But as most buildings are trimmed with iron or stone, the damage is often considerable, even when the walls stand. To avoid this Dr. Cutting recom mends soap-stone trimmings, which are open only to the objection of expense. But although brick stands heat so well, it is ob jectionable because its power to resist pres sure, without crumbling from dampness or frost, is Jess than that of stone. Neverthe less, as brick is in fact only a kind of arti ficial stone, the search for an ideal building material is not hopeless, but it must be prosecuted rather by the maker than by the quarrier of stone. A sportsman who penetrated into the jungle lying between Buddoh and Stran- goon came upon a lone hut, in a district called Campong Batta, upon the roof of which the skin of an enormous boa or py thon was spread out. The hut was occu pied by a Malay and his wife, who told the sportsman the following extraordinary story: One night, about a week previous the Malay was awakened by the cries of his wife. Supposing m the darkness that she had been attacked by thieves, he seiz ed his sharp parang and groped his way to her sleeping place where his hand fell upon a slimy reptile. It was fully a minute be fore he could comprehend the entire situa tion, and when he did be discovered that the whole of his wife’s arm had been drawn down the monster’s throat, whither the upper part of her body was slowly but surely following. Not daring to attack the death the husband seized two bags within reach and commenced stuffing them into the corners of the snake’s jaws, by means of which he succeeded in forcing them wider open and releasing his wife’s arm. No sooner had the boa lest his prey than he attacked the husband, whom he began encircling in his fatal coils, but, holding out both arms and watching his opportunity, the man attacked the monster so vigorously with his parang that it suddenly unwound itself and vanished through an opening be neath the attap sides of the hut. The Malay’s clothes were covered with blood, as was also the floor of the hut, and his wife’s arm was blue with the squeezing it received between the boa’s jaws. At day light the husband discovered iiis patch of plantain trees nearly ruined, the boa hav ing in his agony broken off the trees at the roots, and in the midst of the debris lay tne monster dead. The Malay stated that he had realized $60 from Chinese, who came long distances to purchase pieces of the flesh on account of its supposed medi cinal properties, and that he had refused $6 for the skin, which he preferred to retain as a trophy. The Largest Man in America. ~ Lewis Rockwell, aged 102 years, lives in a ricketty old house in Pike county, Pa., not far from Tafton. He is the eldest of a family remarkable for the longevity of its members. Of the Rockwell family there are eight brothers and sisters yet liv ing. They are: Lewis Rockwell, aged 102 years; Abram Rockwell, 95; Mrs. Anne Wells, 83; Miss Sallie Rockwell, 79; Eliza Rockwell, 77; Mrs. Phcebe Gainsford, 75; Mrs. Katharine Brown, 83; and Mrs. Lu cinda Valentine, 80; The aggregate age ot this family is 643 years, or an average of over 80 years each. In spite of the fact that old Lewis Rockwell has many rich re lations, he has been thrown upon the town, and he is now nearly the only ‘‘town charge” in the county. Lewis Cornelius, who died some years ago, was a connection of the Rockwell family. He was at one time the largest man in America, being considera bly larger than the celebrated Daniel Lam bert, Barnmn’s giant. Mr. Cornelius’ di mensions are entered upon the record books in the Prothonotary’s office, at Milford, Pike county, as follows: Lewis Cornelius, born 1794; height, six feet; circumference below waist, eight feet two inches; circum ference above waist, six feet two and one- half inches; circumference of arm above elbow, two feet two inches; circumference of arm below elbow, one foot nine inches ; circumference of wrist, one foot three in ches; ciscumference of thigh, four feet two inches; circumference of calf of leg, two feet seven inches; circumference ot ankle, one foot seven inches; weight, with out any clothing whatever, 6451 pounds. This is the only authentic record of Mr. Cornelius’ size extant. As he had been sick some time, he lo3t over fifty pounds of his weight; he was not weighed until after his death, and in full health would have tipped the scales at 700 pounds. His wife was a very slight woman and weighed just 100 pounds. They had three sons, whose weight was 815 pounds, an average of 272 pounds each. The only surviving son, John Cornelius, now weighs 360 pounds. In a Frencli Mad-House. getting a little fresh air, as “he said. In those days the mad were treated like wild beasts. There was only one bed for every eight patients, and four slept while four watched. Every now and then some poor creature, fascinated by the calm, mirror- like appearance of the well, threw himself in and ended a long life of suffering. The man in question, more cunning tnan his colleagues, shammed death, and was sewed up in a shroud—coffins were not then given to paupers—and taken to the cemetery. When he reached the grave he gave unmis takable signs of life and was released. He managed to cheat the doctors and the su perintendents so cleverly that when he died he was not buried until some days af terward, as it was though he had made up his mind to have auother excursion. Dan gerous lunatics are shut by themselves in cells approached by a few steps, surround ed by stout iron barSj With^a space between them sufficient lo to the war ders. These cells remind one of the wild beast cages in the Jardin des Plantes. Now and then, when the lucid moments come round, they are let out and permitted to take exercise in the court-yard. Among the criminal lunatics is an unfortunate ar tist, who some time since made a mme for himself in the annals of crime. He entered a restaurant, ordered his dinner, and In the midst of his meal plunged his knife into the bosom of the unfortunate woman, his victim. She dropped down dead, and he suffered himself to be quietly arrested, ad mitting that he had never seen her before, but had given way to an unconquerable de sire to see her blood. He sits sketching all day long. His face is drawn, his hair unkempt, and his eyes are dull and lustre less, wiiile a sad smile flits about his mouth as his pencil travels along over the paper. The doctor touched him on the shoulder and told him to bring one or two of his drawings. He huDted for a minute or two under tiie blanket of his bed, and then pro duced three excellent designs of the heads of some lovely woman, it was impossible to pass over the talent displayed without some complimentary remark being made. A flattering tribute of praise was paid to the artist, who said that he could do even more if he had the good fortune to be free. ‘ What would yon do?” asked the doctor. “I would bleed some more women,” re plied the maniac, his head bending forward and jiis eyes illuminated with hidden fire. The case of this unhappy creature is not an isolated one, for among the patients who are sent by the government none ever forget he penchant which, once given way to, caused their social ruin. Growth of the Hair. The mad patients at Bicetre present a curious study. Those who haye read the thrilling romances which have been written, and pondered over the stories told, about the celebrated well which goes down deep into ths bowels of the earth, may, perhaps, be tempted to imagine that truth is stran ger than fiction. Dr. Legrand du Soulle, who has charge of the lunatics, might write memoirs which, as far as sensational details are concerned, would place the works of Paul Feval, Emile Gabonau and Ponson du Terrail m the shade. The general aspect of the wards does notjdiffer very materially from that of other asylums. There is the same strident laughter, the same heart breaking sobs, the weird singing and shrieks. The sublime touches the ridiculous, .and Bicetre has its celebrities. There is one patient—an attenuated Italian—who be lieves he is destined to become a great man, and that wealth and honor will accrue to him from the clarionet he sucks at .for hours without producing a sound. He was found wandering about the streets in a state of nudity. He only speaks his mother ton gue, ana the warders say he is almost a ma chine, and that his brain is completely par alyzed. The old man, with hardly a hair on his head, and madness in his eyes, who sidles up to the doctor, is asked to sing. The superintendent keens close to him, for he is known to be very dangerous, ana has to remain for days and days in a straight waistcoat. He sings with a splendid tenor voice, reminding one of Garcia in his best days. The register of the inmates contains his name, that of a singer who in his time was a great favorite with the public. He had his share of success at the opera house in the Rue le Peletier,but few of those who applauded him there would be able to re cognize him now. Another patient has had his reason unseated by spiritualism. He sets faces in the air, and points up to them, while others of his c impanions perpetually hear the voice of some one calling them, and sit or stand with their heads bent for ward, as if anxious to catch the sonniL The prevailing idea has remained. Every other feeling and sentiment has been blunt ed. Nothing can move mest of them from their stolid indifference to everything which is going on (wound them until the one chord is struck, and then their whole being ap pears to become animated. Some imagine that they have become ma chines, others that they are dead, while one man is a confirmed monomaniac. His mad ness consists in an unconquerable desire to be buried alive and before he was sent to the asylum he nearly managed to cheat the doctors by feigning death. Now and then he lies motionless in his bed, with his eyes closed, refusing to take nourishment of any kind. He has had to be fed by the stom ach-pump, and his joy is intense when the attendants imagine that he is really dead. He springs up from his couch and asks for food, which he devours in a most ravenous manner, but he only renounces for the time being his favorite idea. The annals of Bice tre contained the record of a man who fre quently simulated death for the purpose of There are three reasons why worn hair is longer than men’s. First, sh no hair growth on her face, andMD has a larger supply of hair-forming ^Aerial for the scalp; second, the diamgtier of her hair being larger, it is less liable TO break; third, being usually less engaged in mental labor or business worry, she has a more constant and even supply of blood to the scalp. In nations where the hair of the men is usually worn short, the fashion, of long hair in the male is regarded as a protest against church and state, and against general customs, taste and thought; in Austria it is made a political offense to be so attired. The growth of the hair is the most rapid in the young and middle aged) and in those liv ing an outdoor life. At the age of eighty, if a man lives so long, and if his hair and beard have been close trimmed, he has cut off six and a half inches of hair annually, or about thirty feet m all. The hair is the least destructible part of the bods'. The hair of the ancient Thebans is, alter a lapse of 4,000 years, found to have survived the tombs. The Pyramids and the Sphynx are crumbling, but some of the wigs of human hair, exposed to the mold and mois ture of their entombed apartments, are less decayed than the monuments themselves. There are three coloring pigments to the hair—yellow, red and black, and all the shades are produced by the mixture of these three colors. In pure gold yellow hair there is only the yellow pigment; In red, the red mixed with yellow; in dark, the black mixed with red and yellow; in the hum of the negro there is as much red pigment as in the reddest hair, and had not tne black been most developed—perhaps by the action of the sun—the hair of all negroes would be as fiery a red as the red dest hair of an Englishman. An Appeal to Honor. Several weeks since a prisoner was re ceived at the Detroit House of Correction who seemed determined to have his own way at every cost. In twenty-four hours he was in disgrace for obstreperous con duct, and he was no sooner out of one scrape than he got himself into another. He was locked up, tied up and punished in different ways, and the other day when he committed some new breach of disci pline the deputy called him into the office in despair, and began: ‘John, how long have you been here?” ‘Two months.” ‘How maDy times have you been pun ished?” “About a dozen times, I guess.” ‘ ‘And still you are lazy and impudent and quarrelsome?” “It isn’t for me to dispute yon, sir?” “I’ve been thinking over your case,” continued the deputy, “and I have con cluded to put you in charge of the small pox hospital. You are too lazy to catch the disease, and too mean to let anybody else have what you can’t. Got your traps together.” “Say deputy,” replied the man, as his eyes began to bulge, “this is the first tune since I ve been here that you have ap pealed directly to my honor. When I was ordered and commanded and com pelled, I felt aggravated and obstinate. Now that you appeal airettly to my sense of honor and duty, I shall cheerfully obey. I think I can paint more chairs than any three men in the shop.” “You do?” “I do, sir, and I’ll prove it.” He was given a chance, and he hasn’t given occasion for reprimands since. An Iron Mountain, Since the earliest ages the iron of Rio Elba, has been worked, without being in the slightest degree exhausted. It is a mountain about five hundred feet in height, composed of iron ore. In the vicinity are other almost equally rich veins; and among them the Calamita, which is the true Mag netic Mountain. The Etruscans were the first to carry off the mineral; they trans ferred it to Populowum, to whose territory the island belonged, and there the iron was smelted. The want of wood prevented the operation being performed in Elba, and even at the present day, the ore has to be carried to Naples, Genoa, Marseilles, or Bastia. The mines of Rio are richer than those of Prince Demidoff in Siberia, and probably their equal cannot be found in the world. At present they are worked by a Tuscan company, and produce about 35,- 000 tons annnally. Up to the present there has not been a shaft sunk, ana thus, in all probability, tne iron supply will be un failing. /V o

Georgia Historic Newspapers

Cedartown advertiser. (Cedartown, Ga.) 1878-1889, February 03, 1881, Image 1