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VOLUME V.
ON the e\i: of battle.
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TIY B WABI) TAYLOR.
Give us a song, the soldier cried,
The outer trenches guarding;
When the heated guns of the camp allied
Grew weary of bombarding.
The dark Redan, in silent scoff,
Lay dark and threatening under; *
And the mouths of-the tawny Malakoff
For a while had ceased their thunder.
There was a pause; the Guardman said,
“ \Ve storm the forts tomorrow;
Sing while we may, another day
Will bring enough of sorrow.”
They lay upon the Battery’s side,
Beneath the smoking Cannon,
Brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde,
And from the banks of Shannon.
They sang of love and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain’s glory;
While each recalled a different name,
They all sang Annie Laurie.
Aw*' voice after vpiee caught up the song
XJn,til its tender passion
Rose like an anthem rieli and strong,
Their battle cvo-eon fession. ■
Dear girl, her name he dared not speak,
Bid as tie? £ong grew louder,
Mq me thing upon the Soldier's cheek
Washed off ihc stains of powder.
Bey ond the darkening ocean burned
the- sunset’s bloody embers,
White the Crimean'yulTey learned . •
How English love remembered.
\ n d once again the lire of hell .
Rained on the Russian quarters,
With whiz of shot and screech of shell ' •
And booming of the mortars.
And Irish Nora's eyes are dim
For a singer dumb and gpryy "
And English Mary mourns for him
Who sang Sweet Annie Laurie,
Sleep, Soldiers, in your honored rest,
Your love and valor bearing;*
Jhe bravest are the Jtehderest, ... ,
The loving are. the .daring. - . •
OBITUARY'. ,
, . > 'T:MOHV OK OlTil STSTF.Tt.
On the morC-ing of the -24th ultimo, at
twenty minute ,ust six h’eWck, a. m„ in
ihe i ’tillness and of the ihormrlg,
|h „ iu-;ght iust peeping from
„, s tcra heria>f Mt*. Martin. Boyd.
V,.,was. of j ***.
Of Mr. and Mrs. K. M. ArjjoKl,,
i tm (&. w*
~, , r.n;e monllisand sewß days. Her
tw f li'.tk' twi.n boys prowled bar to Uea
• y'f.-n'we. ics Her sufferings were
wen pi t i ao °
.-re it and more than she could tell, yet.
nlm bare them with Christian fortitude,
;uvJ wa9 never - beard to murmur.
Sim had a presontinaeut bi.fore sheVas tak
en sick that, she was goiii£ to die,and talim j
often about it. She was'atways s>et and
calm nud did not seem to fear death, and
told us she was prepared, and wading for
His will to be .done. £hc bad been a
member of the Baptist clumji for several
years, and proved by her daily *:d!f that,
sh<- was a true Christian, and. Y* hc.ri the
svaner came iie look the. lovely ami fair,
ld't us with only the memory of our
jp-ar one. She was a dniifu Slaughter and
n ver from childhood was. the''heard to
murmur or com plain, and as.a wife, she'
w *s loving, devoted,.and true, and siwhy
is she missed by her dear companion who
•was devoted to her. Their • married life
s like a sunbeam, which suddenly
i M dY pyp.lt’fTy Yiiid is then obliterated,
li'/.r b 111,1 Dvivs never idle, and.it is aware
1 -nt to enter her little home and see.
‘npovnib , ...
the mi\a r adornments placed thcie by
q iPR her work of life is over. Hie
. , ,r ini : life on earth are closed with
£7 The rm'vtain has fallen for Bwlast
--p IcL us—her husband, relatives
amTfri, ln W ' 1C gl °° m ,U?tl darkne '' S ol ‘
death's* orrow an badness.
v t! . r darling, sister, upon thy placid
brow. * Solemn .shadows have
J) ‘ ;it!l s iM Vi ;laHGp*now!
„ r gatlien s J thee
Winter her i •, T '
gathers . gjicredness of sol-
And o\ r tlieo n 4on .
rr , - 1 j' 1 ! 1 ' 1 , 1?^ 1, yV-en atn ' vc thee, the pale
The night dews v u< P iuk
moon’s gent V raym • tJ rest _
Fill tenderly aii is W- iH U P ( '-
ing place; *
The breeze’s plain tlve monody thY 01, b 11
all the forest 6 oats, . ■ ’ -
And warbling -som jk rs trill f ' r * 1u ‘ sac *
deftt, sweetest " \
.hrid one eternal.Sa \ bath keeps a Si. lncss
all its own *-
>fY*ire, through t’ a(> dong, lone, weary day,
our darling f \ ce ps alone.
know that Bq ,u art lost to U3; the bit- 1
ter tears wr . s hed •
Can never bri ng thee back, but - oh,, we- j
cannot nv ,ke (Tie'c dpad ; !: ' "
YVe let '\ th y ; presence- everywhere—we J
Ju i‘a§ ther : day by day, , M
Tlit men VW , thy” angel face/ shall live j
v' with, ns ahvay,
Amt oft, ini "he; urs of loneliness, we know
. that bln >u wilt come . /
A n&ssena £V tif love and peace within our
4 dark esio, l home. ' • •
tv Hen otb er fi iends are talse and cold,
and Joyet 1 ones are afar ;
Thy love v til! e ’er be warm aneb pure, as
blast 1 foartey ofJStills’ are;
And thou kpllt nt ill our guiding star—our
a ngehbe,
To lead us"Viy; Ui ; . v lrfo-diymo/o God and
Ilea yen am l thee. *
*T‘eVc be' toiky’ sw cet spirit, saint,-gained
by.a Co; f- r ’ r ~ £,, R
, Martha, u.obi;st m r’est one. of all e $
loved ant r : \os fj -a *■ f
Tig wrongly'. w, to grieve • for thee,
S,,now s', cupSmx ‘ly hies., ? .. .
YVitkali t>* lin e eai troubles om , toy
due' bts an d C tW re S£ . * „
A If* Facto years of pwgr image, a tew
’ /more days' of p Mn, \ ,
avc will meet aga, u, beloved, and we
•will meet again; .
: Tb o re where tlm good urM ransomed meet
in nobler realms a. *>ve, ,
There where no breaki hearts _ are
found, no bonds of b V-qdship riven
AW 11 spend eternity at hoi glori
ous home in heaven.
t . Ml NX IK Liffle - Autvui.o,
Kingston, Ga.
[Home Courier please copy.]
CORBIN’S ACADEMY.
| Tins' arrival 'Of the Amekicax in our
] homes is like that of some good friend
! who lias made a tour of the county and
| sits down to tell us the news in a pleas
| ant manner. Vive la American.
It was our good fortune to be present at
; tiie June term of the City Court, and have
our little store of knowledge considerably
increased. Judge Neal pushes his busi
j ness with an energy the people will ad
i mire.
j You lawyers, who sit around town and
laugh at us for getting sick, and say that
j “green fruit” is the cause, may just laugh;
but when we wish to avenge ourselves,
we just go to the Court House while
court is in session.
Rev. Joe Jones did come last Sunday.
Guess he thought “blackberries” were not
ripe.
T am not a politician, but I do wonder
if anybody about Atlanta expects to fool
. the good people of Georgia, by writing
such an article as appeared in the Con
stitution sometime ago signed “Virginia,”
especially when it contradicts what lias
been alll l ined and proven by such a man
as Dr, Felton, We are afraid of the man
who is afraid to sign his name to his com
munications.
We think one of your Cartersville boys
must have,been lost Sunday’. He came by
here inquiring the way to Cert ‘revile
. Howland's Springs. He thought that
owing to the heavy rain that fell that
morning, he could not cross the creek on
the public rdad.
Tire meeting of tlie Teachers Associa
tion last Saturday was very interesing
And beneficial, even to teachers of tnanv
years experience ; and any teacher earn
estly seeking information, and to better
qualify themselves for the responsible
positions they hold could not be more
amply rewarded for all the trouble it
might cost them to attend. And just
hero we might without the fear of con
tradiction, say that every toa her in Baiiovv
county, who has any object in yiew except
the dollar, will "attend, at least some
times. - ' ■ 1 •
True, the attendance was small; but
let us not be discouraged. If there is to
be a meeting which is calculated to do
much good, and there are one hundred
persons, who by reason of the responsibil
ity resting upon, aivi the trust reposed in
them, ought to be present, and there is
only or.c present, I would rather be that
one, than to be one of the ninety and
nine.
The time is in the not Very distant
future, a teacher, to be recognized as such
must be connected with the Association
And the people'would do much good, not
only to themselves, but to the entire
county if they would employ teachers, j
if possible, who are mendy rs of the Asso
ciation*
Our Commissioner is deeply interested
hi {he work,- and the members of the
Board, or at least some of then':, are mani
festing- considerable Inherent in it. And
.now let every live, earnest, energetic
-teacher, who is willing to do bis duty,
'rally to 'their aid, ami “Old Bartow” and
up to where she ought to haveoeoU hftgen
years ago,— At least one county in
Georgia, that 1 know of, compclls its
teachers j*aooet the Superintendent once
h if anybody doubts the
gopd of it, let tinm; go and see for them
selves and they will be convinced in less
twenty four hours. God speed the day,
when tie pcopv of R.irtow shall awake to
' a full sense of their duty in t!,-s matter,
and combine to drive ignorance, the
mother of crime, from among us.
| All parents,, without an exception, owe
tln-ir children, regardiezn afejj*cuinstance?^
[ at least a common school education. And
! pu mg go to the judgment bar of God
; guilty of any other agn rather than that of
having neglected the duties ( ;;y, r e to the
children whose lives have been intrusted
i to my care. jijore Anon.
(’on Amoke.
SJpIUNNIS “JSYMTIMS.”
Rain, mud, slusiq and it is abundant
too.
“Wait till the clouds roll by.’*
High water lias done considerable dam
age in the valley.
Gen. Green has mustered a mighty
ti *'vce and invaded this lovely valley, but
• lt - t e f irmers can get sunshine they will
soon can' sc a retreat.
Cotton is poking well considering the
'immense qualify of rain that lias fallen.
'• \v K Whitehead will soon leave lor a
yisit'to relatives in Virginia, lie is a
clever young man, and leaves a host of
friends who will anxiously await his
return.
Mr. Elbort Whitehead, of Itockmart,
will hold the place of his brother, Mr. W.
E. Whitehead, in the store of M. V. 13.
,M< Glnnfs.-
Thc rain has put a “quietus” on the
wieked musquitoes.
Bob’McGinnis is visiting Seney.
Miss Mollie McGinnis is spending her
vacation at home with her parents. Miss
1 Mollie is one of our loveliest young ladies,
j and ha* aWt of friends who are always
glad to see her.
]YIr. J-' W. Streetman has 10 acres of cot
| ton that'will ayerage knee high.
I Fruit 1 crop is no good, grapes are rot
ating before they ripen, but blackberries
I arc O, K. .
Negroes -of this section have organized
: themselves into what they call Knights ol
Labor None are to be admitted who are
net abb-bodied or can cany f pounds
and n*nn. Must not be afraid of d*at ta ..
What is out country coming
CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JULY 13, 1886.
To the Reporter of tlu* Widows Con
vention.
Ah, Maggie you have written it; well,
i (The report from the widows is fair,)
And broken the Washington spell
Thai had caught our colonel, so dear.—
Now Maggie. I’ll “set up” the ice cream,
If V\ ill Neal didn’t dream his report,
Of the fair and the dashing bay team,
lie saw at the Winter’s resort.
You need’t tell me that lie’s sold.!
That jolly good Colonel of ours, & ,r v.
There’s not enough silver or gold •
To win lnm from these happy bow'ers.
The widows are clever and gay,
But our Georgia girls “know a thing” too,
We are just bouml to have our own way,
If it does make the madam “boo-hoo,”
ISAIIKLI*.
Cassville, July sth, 1886.
AI.OIIA.
A Romantic Legend of tlie Hawaiian In
land.
Long ago, on the fair island of Hawaii,
dwelt together two maidens.
Pele, the elder, was a native, and beau
tiful in all the rich coloring of her race.
Dark eyes and hair, pearly teeth, a clear
olive complexion, dashed with a crimson
glow of health and happiness, made with
her graceful figure, a symmetry of attrac
tion that enfatuates. Still more was she
prominent in a grace of a kind and noble
nature.
Her father was a magnate in the Island,
and she, his only child, dressed jn rich
draperies and flashed in costly jewels.
Also, she had a high destiny in pros
pect, for she was betrothed to the prince,
son of the king of the islands, and some
day she might sit on the throne.
All the people loved Pele, and said that
she was born to rule—so exalted was she
in virtue.
Aloha, the other maiden, was a waif of
the sea —borne by the waves from a
stranded vessed. KUe had been saved and
eared for by the parents of Pele. Under
their tender fostering and the sisterly love
of their daughter, she, too, had grow'n in
to a “thing of beauty” and a “light in the
household.” She was a striking contrast
to Pele. Her eyes were as blue as the
sky abovo her, and the fairest tints of
Northern Europe covered features of ex
quisite delicacy, over which fell a luxuri
ance of curls, fleecy in hue and softness.
Pele loved this child with all her
warmth of soul, and Aloha's love for IVle
was the one great passion of her gentle
m
Wlrat a lovely picture they weie, tliese
two maidens, over together; the guiding
star, always leading and guarding the
trusting Aloha i Often, as they stood
gazing out upon the waters of the ocean,
Pele would lay her hand upon the fail
head of her sister and talk of the future.
She would speak of the time when, queen
of tlie islands, she could ride in a chariot
oesid ' the king, o- prance him over
the broad plains oil a nobly caparisoned
steed.
She would picture herself glittering In
royal robes and jewels, and bedecking
with shining gems her little sister also.
Then Aloha Won];] shake her head and
say that she would wear only tne gaiiuud
of beautiful flowers, freshly woven each
day, and flung over her shoulders J>y the
loving lianas of pej.o.
And now the time came for the con ;
summation, of the betrothal.
The marriage of the prince with Pp}e
was to be preceded by a festival. All of
the people assembled on a plain, where,
beneath a arch, tlie prince and
Pels might receive their cogiatp)afjops.
When tlie fair-beaded Alolia joined the
band in her simple while flres.s, wjtli the
garland of flowers, all eyes were drawn to
her. The prince himself w r as struck with
admiration, and his whole soul enslavid
by the beauty of tipi for maiden, so un
like anything that lie had ever seen un
it) re.
He at once determined that she should
be Ins bride,
But how could he dispose of Pele ?
lie must do her no outward wroug, for
her father was a man oi power, and she
the idol or the people.
The prince was a wizard and could work
a secret spell upon lus affianced bride
Aloha was never far away. Iler ej es
ever fixed ypqn her one bright star,
and when 1,112 WW the I*Hof on hr sis
ter's face she hastened td I'-t’ side.
Pele placed her hand, as was her W6ib,
upon Aloha’s head, and grasping with hei
fingers the beautiful hair so loved, hpr
spirit winged its distant flight. Held in
the grasp of death, Aloha could not exti i
cote herself, and'they were forced to cut
the hair which Pole’s hand would not re
linquish. They bore the body sadly to
her home, Aiolia following.
When they entered the place so fraught
for Aloha with memories >f Pole’s love,
she sat down beside the dead,and drawing
one deep sigh, passed gently away to
join the spirit of her sister.
The people came in crowds, and sent
up loud petitions that Pele might remain
with them forever. In response a great
wind arose which Mauna Loa, where,
descending gently, it entered the great pit
ol Ivilauea, Pele’s pit.
There is a priestess, she has since re
mained, an&Urwed by a mass ol golden
threads, the curls of AluUaj ip, later days
called Pele’s hair.
Aloha was borne to her grave at the
foot of the mountain and forth there
sprang a fi r qwer, spreading and diffusing
over the land. They called the fjqwer
Aloha, and it has many significations, as
love, friendship, remembrance, welcome
and other sweet and gentle terms.—The
Honolulu Press.
j Ho to Wikle A Co’s Store and sub
! scribe fir Qomw’s !>9°k Travels.
THE LUCKY FOURTH
AUNT MELINDA'S TARGET SHOOT
ING.
How Her Wild Shootinjc Killed Old
Scratch and Led Her to a Fortune-
Uncle Jonathan Finds Money in Lazi
ness.
“Old Scratch is at it ag’iu,” said Aunt
Melinda, looking toward the garden,
where the family hen was industriously
scratching, as usual. “It’s a good thing
we han’t no vegetables growiu’, fur old
Scratch would have ’em up m les3’n no
time. This ’ere soil don’t grow nothin’
but gold and silver. Howsomever, I
wouldn’t mind havin’ a good crop o’ that,”
and with a sigh Aunt Melinda set down
her iron and took u hot one off the stove.
“Waal, nv,” answered Uncle Jonathan,
taking his pipe from his mouth; “a good
crop o’ gold and silver would be power
ful convenient to hev, an’ here in Colo
orado no more’n we ought to expect.”
“Y'ou’d want it ter come up coins,”
said Aunt Melinda, with a withering
glance. “Y'ou wouldn’t take a pick and
dig if you knew sartin sure you’d strike
it rich. Why don’t you go up the moun
tain prospectin’?”
“Melindy,” said Uncle Jonathan solemn
ly, “you forgit my wooden leg.”
“Fiddlesticks !” replied Aunt Melinda,
“I don’t want you to take off your leg an’
dig with it. Y'ou’re well enough to walk
to town for tobacco every time you can git
the money out o’ me to buy it. Here I
stand washin’ an’ ironin’ to earn money
to keep us alive, and mebbe up there on
the mountain yonder is a gold mine jest
waitin’ fur the first man that has grit
enough to dig down fur it. Hain’t you
ashamed of yourself Jonathan Sclirim !”
.“I’ll start out airly in the murnin’, ” an
swered Uncle Jonathan, meekly.
.“Kin I go with you?” asked Jim
eagerly.
Jim was perched upon a barrel, with a
long ginglmm apron tied around his neck.
He waßpeel'ng potatoes for dinner, and
swinging his feet to and fro.
“Y'ou can go if your aunt can spare
you,” answered Uncle Jonathan. “I
reckon I won’t go fur.”
“I reckon you won’t remarked Aunt
Melinda, significantly.
“I’d rather dig gold than peel, potatoes,”
began Jim, discontentedly r “Peelin’ pc?
tatoes is girls’ woyk. M
‘‘Wellyop>pa}l thpgirl Pvu got, sol
luve to make use o’ you,” replied Aunt
Melinda, “I can’t do everything," with a
glance at poor Uncle Jonathan.
“When I’ve done the potatoes, kin I go
out and play ?” questioned Jim.
“Y r es,” said his aunt, when you’ve
peeled the potatoes and pared the apples
and tjrqughj; iq surge Yyood qnfl set the
table for dinner ”
“Jimmy crickets !" thought Jim, “’tain’t
no fun to play bein’ a girl.”
Oil Scratch was a!reuly at work an.l
throwing the dirt in every direction when
Jim came out in the garden the next
morning at seven o'clock. Her owner put
his hands in his pockets and watched her
admiringly.
“She’s the best lien in the hull camp,”
he was thinking, baqg ! bnng j went
something right at his feet,
fjfullo, Jim!” called out a boy on the
other side of the fence. “What are you
jumpin’ fur ? Didn’t you know ’twas the
Fourth of July ?”
“3q it is]” sgid Jim, “I clean forgot
(Jimme some Q ! yqqr cragke*s.b
“Jim Scrim," palled Aunt Melinda,
“come right In here and waih these
dishes ”
And Jim went reluctantly into the
[jPUsev
“It’s the Fourth o’ July,” he exclaimed,
as he entered the door.
Uncle Jonathan nearly dropped his
pipe in surprise.
‘I declare to g-iodnetei' he began,‘if
here I wasu’t. startin’ out to work on a na
tional holiday I’d forgot all about its
bein’ the Fourth. The people in this ’ere j
country don't care nulhiu’ tur Sundays
an’ holidays.’
‘Kin I hev some crackers ?” begged
.Tim, who had tied on his gingham apron
ana vvas industriously using * dilu
te weh , _
‘Ask your aunt,’ suggested Uncle Jon
athan. ‘She used ter be noted fur bein’ so
patriotic, 1
‘I liain’t got no money to spend on
them kind o’ crackers,’ said Aunt Me
linda. grimly.
‘Nevermind,’ whispered Uqcle Jona
than to Jim, with a wink. ‘l4l lot you
lire off my pistol.’
So, when Jim had finished the dishes
and swept up the kitchen, he followed his
Uncle out in the garden and they nailed a
board on a tree foy a W*. was fortu
nate that they had plenty qf cartridges,
for neither were yery good shots, and the
balls went flying many yards from th§
target.
Finally, Aunt -Melinda came to the
door of the cabin and condescended to
remarks on their skill.
‘ •[ could do bottei thru that myself Jon
athan Schrim,' she declared.
‘Uome on then t' said Uncle Jonathan,
So Aunt Melinda took the pistol firmly
in her right hand and pointed it straight
at the target.
“Don’t kill old Scratch !’ chuckled her
husb&nd,
But even as lie laughed, there eame the
click of the pistol, and Jim’s precious
hen fell dead on the ground.
‘ vVhat hev I done V cried Aunt Melin
da. 4 Why didn’t you tell me she was in
th • way ?’ , ~ . . .
‘She wasn’t nowhere near you, insisted
Uncle Jonathan; ‘and I thought you
was goin’ to shoot at the mark.’
Poor Jim was- crying as though his
heart was quite broken.
‘Never mind,’ said his aunt patting
his head. J*l’ll buy you another hen, and
we’ll eat old Scratch for’dinner. Firin’
pistoj is always dangerous.’
Uncle Jonathan picked up old Scratch
and carried her off to prepare her for
cooking. He Was gone a long while.
When lie came back Aunt Melinda had
returned to her ironing,and Jim was sit
ting disconsolately on the door-step.
‘Look here what I found,’ he said slowl}’.
f I here were some shining particles in
his hand.
‘Why, it looks like gold,’ said Aunt
Melinda, ‘Where did you git it ?’
‘ln old Scratch’s craw,* said Uuncle
Jonathan. ‘l’m goin’ to take it to the as
siyer’s. Whatever it is, it came out of
our garden.’
The assayer discovered that what Uncle
Jonathan brought him was six dollars’
worth of pure gold, and in a few weeks
the garden was leased to men who began
sinking a shaft.
By the next Fourth of July Aunt Me
linda, as the wife of a wealthy man, had
grown better-tempered, and Jim went to
school and was as independent and manly
as though he had never worn a gingham
apron.
‘I tell you, Melindy,’ Uncle Jonathan
used to say, ‘I wasn’t such a fool as you
thought when ]I set round and smoked
my little black pipe, and let old Scratch
do my prospectin’ fur me.’—Golden Days.
COL. STANLEY’S ROMANCE.
A True Story of u Southern California
Rancher ami hit “Mammy.”
On the clay at Yellow Tavern, when
the riders of the South followed Stuart’s
plume into the hunting deathstorm of
fifty guns, Col, Stanley rode hoot to
boot with the great cavalry leader. As
the smoke thickened and the iron storm
swept with redoubled fury though the
ranks of charging gray Stuart raised
himself in his stirrups and broke into
the words of his favorite so ig, ‘‘The dew
is on the Blossom.” The mellow voice of
the charging loader was the Colonel’s bis!
remembrance of the onset. Agr ipe
shot tearing through lii.s right breast
hurled him from his saddle, and lie made
one of thousands stretched upon that
bloody field,
When next His eyes opened they
looked upon the surroundings of a Rich
mond hospital cot. At the side of the
cot sat “Mammy,” the negress who lmd
nursed him as a baby, amused him as a
child, attended him as a youth, and fol
lowed him to xhe battle field. Learning
that tin* young master and foster child
had fallen. “Mammy” lmd followed by
the dim light of the lantern, though
half the night, her awful track of that
terrible charge. Mangled limbs, shat
tered breasts contorted features and
blood neadbbled locks paled the lantern’s
feeble glaem at every step and brought
to the cheek of the negress the peculiar
ashen hue let by terror to the dusky skin
of her race.
At last the fight heap of the slain was
reached, and ‘'mammy 1 ' drew from it the
bloody form of her young mastor.
Tenderly she eared for her f )stor child,
and nvsted not until he was beneath the
surgeon’s care. For long months the
desperately wounded soldier jay in Biel:,
mond hospital, devotedly nursed by the
old nograss. Waeu at last he left his
bod he was in no condition to resume
his place in the service. On ft furlough
he passed u year in Itally, nutl with the
hgq gf health ouue more upon his cheek
and the strength of manhood in his arm,
hastened back to strike a last blow at the
Confederacy. Participating in the clos
ing §hfiSl*S of thn gi'Gut eonttiot, he
rose in the 1 ist offort cf desperate cour
age, by which Gordon’s cavalry cut their
way through the encompassing Federal
ranks. Hefe he fepeivpd the saber cut,
whose grim and livid trace still marks his
features. Iu the cabin of a Virginia
mountaineer the Colonel recovered from
his second won ;d, and tjjtm made his
way out of the country. Locating iu
the Brazilian diamond fields, still attend*
ed by the faithful “mammy,” he was
fortunate from the first, He soo!' had a
fortune iu his possession, aud, selecting
Southern California as his future home,
he purchased and shocked a ranch, and
has since led the fatq and incept# lent
life of Urn plains,
“Aud now,” suid the Colonel in con
clusion, “would you not like to see
“mammy?” “Most assuredly,” was the
reply,and to the Colonel’s call there came
forth an aged aud bent negress, “You
see,' 1 saitj the Colonel, “she will pot
leave mV “Not,” saitj ‘mammy,* until
the Lord calls. ”
Stranger (visiting city)—“Say, mister,
what’s that ere big stone buildin’, an or
phan asylum?” Citizen-.” Why no, my
dear sir; that is the office of the daily a id
weekly Gi vein fits, just erected with ac
cumulated dividends.” Stranger—“ Gosh,
fish-hooks! The duce you say. Why, I
got mad with the editor and stopped that
ere paper more'n five years ago, and sup
posed, of course the consarn had busted
up and quit,’*
Don’t f til to procure a copy of John
B. Gomnn’s “Tour Around fhe Wor’d
In ’BJ.” This entertaining work is
praised by all who have read it.
THE TUNNELS OF THE ANCIENTS.
Leaving Naples by carriage, the road
immediately leads through a tunnel
three-quarters of a mile long, and cut
right through a mountain eight hundred
feet high. This tunnel is driven through
a volcanic tufa. This tunnel of Posilippo,
as it now exists, was cut through culy
twenty-seven years before Christ. Au
gustus Cmsar’s great minister of public
works, Marcus Agrippa, made the pres
ent tunnel, or lie may have enlarged it
from a smaller one that answered the
commercial communications and neces
sities of tho days jl )e f ur ® the Empire.
This tunnel is to-day the great high
way to the heart of Naples, as it has
been for more than 1,900 years. The
great Appiau way ran to Capua, within
thirty miles of Puteoli; thence this mag
nificent Roman high road, under the
name of tho Consular Way, was contin
ued to Puteoli, and the then Consular
Way pushed on through Neapolis, Hor
culauenm, Pompeii, Stabia, Nucera,
Saleroom, Paestum, down to Rhelum.
This tuimel of Posilippo was formerly
called the grotto or tunnel of Puteoli.
The ancients began their perforations
at each e;ul, and also from above, in two
places equidistant from the termini of
the tunnel. The guide-books, bMh
Murrey and Buckdeker, tell that the
shafts from above wore made by Alfou
so 1., in the fifteenth century, which is
altogether wrong. No less than four
tunnels of Roman construction exited to
the vicinity of Naples, and tiiey, all of
them, even the latest, rediscovered and
open in 1842, have shafts from above.
The Romans were great road, tunnel,
and bridge builders, and we have neve*
yet given their engineers half the credit
which we should for their great science
and skill. Nowhere, not even in the oity
of Rome or on the Rowau Campagua,
are there so many evidences of their
engineering skill as are to be found in
the vicinity of Naples. At the recent
meeting of the British Association of
Science, held at Aberdeen, Sootlaud, Mr.
B. Baker, an eminent British civil engin
eer, read a paper recalling oertuiu engin
eering feats of the ancients. Mr. Biker
says: “I have no doubt that as able and
enterprising engineers existed prior to
the age of steam and steel as exist now,
and their work was as beneficial to man
kind, though different in direction.
In the important mutter of water sup
ply to towns, indeed, I doubt whether,
having n ference to facility of execution,
even greater works worn not dnue 2,000
years ago than now. Herodotus speaks
of a tunnel eight feet square aud nearly
a mile long, driven through a mountain
m order to supply the city of S iuiue with
water; and his statement, though lo g
doubted, was verified m 1882, through
tlie abbot, of a nabonug cloister acci
dentally unearthing some sUme slabs.
Tlie German Archaeological Bociety
sent out Ernest F tbricas to make ,a
complete survey of tbe work, aud the re
c rd reads like that of a modem eugiu
eeiing undertaking. Thus, from a cov
ered reservoir in the bills proceedel an
arched conduit about 1,090 yards loug,
partly driven as a tuuuel aud partly exe
cuted on the ‘cut and cover’ system,
adopted on the London underground rail
way. Tho Iquuol proper, more than
1,100 yards in length, was hews by ham
mer and chisel through the solid lime
stoue rock. It was driven from tbe two
ends like tho great Alpine tuuuels, with
out intermediate shafts, aud tho engin
eers of 2,400 years ago might well be
congratulated for getting only some doz
en f ;et out of level, and little more on
of line. From tbe lower end of the tun
nel brancln s where constructed to sup
ply the city miius and fountains, aad
! h i explorers found ventilating shafts and
side entrances, earthenware, scoket
pipes with cement j nuts, and other in
teresting details connec.ed with the wa
ter supply of towns.”
This tunnel of Posilippo is also a fine
specimen tf ancient egiueering. Mil
jionw of human beings have e*ch year,
for neirly twenty centuries, passed
turough it. Roman chariots and other
ancient vehicles have left their auto
gyftpha scraped and snatched into the
lining s‘one, and modern wagons and
their hubs against it, leaving their traoes
for generations to come. Strabo wrote
about this tunnel. Seneca described hi*
passage through it. Petrouius satirised
it, and Petrarch, Baeocaccio, Cappaccio,
and more modem writers have told us
their thoughts about it; and it seems
good for a thousand years to com*.
V.rg il’ h tomb is just, above its eastern
eatrauee, and bis farms (where he wrote
part of both the “Georgies” and the
“.FI leid”) are over it. — Scientific Amer
ican,
Wonderful Cures.
W. D. Hoyt & Cos., Wholesale and Re
tail Druggists of Rome, Ga., say: We have
been selling Dr. King’s New Discovery,
Electric Bitters and Bucklen’s Arnica
Salve for two years, Have never handled
remedies that sell as well, or give such
universal satisfaction. There have been
some wonderful cures effected by these
medicines in this city. Several cases of
pronounced Consumption have been en
tirely cured by use of a few bottles of
Dr. king’s New Discovery, taken in con
nection with Electric Bitters. We guar
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NUMBER 9
tiikxjni;:
T's( i • v ('miri>rniug AUJu
taut A. O. 1 1 \ Kinging Kefuta
tion of the S!. <U'rs A|;ulut Him.
John T. Wimtudd, of Washington,
Wilkes,,.county, < • us brave, and honor
able a man as G :1a ever produced, a
man who enlist. ; r the war, and who,
for four long y ■ ever flinched, who
was foremost win u • :uh reaped rich har
vest in the halt! 1 s of Virginia; who
always in the tmh' r on the march led
his men, and when >n camp never forgot
even their slight. ■ ints, and to whom
they are even th: - oay most ardently at
tached for his g. si. ness, his thoughtful
regard for them uudaunted and
lofty courage, that man says: “It fills
my soul with hot indignation when I
hear the vile, slanderous assertions of th*
friends of Gen. < . .|<m that Gus Bacon
showed the -white ether diving the war;
and I feel a loati pity for the poor
wretch who would ok to clevente his
preference by a ton! 1 upon a brave and
true man. The it of the South had
not a braver, a truer, a gamer soldier than
the stripling-wh h 1 the adjutancy of
our gallant old Ninth Geoagia, and it is a
shame, a pitiable une, that because our
boy comrade did no: wear stars or did not
answer to the add* of General, that he
should now be branded as a coward.
Company A has not forgot its beardless
adjutant, and it : a cruel falsehood to
publish as ever a up position that the old
Ninth does not love Gus Bacon and will
not vote for him. llis release from the
regiment w T as as honorable as the truest
bravely could h : eked. He was seat
home to die, and tb • very fact that he ac
cepted and worked in the department at
home is indisputable proof of his loyalty
to the South. If he h: 1 desired; or if he had
not sought the pine be held, nor have done
a thing, under the circumstances he could
have stayed at Ik >nn . <>r he was physically
unable to perform any service, and the
brave soldiers oft! Ninth fully approved
and indorse every tl.b 'that their adjutant
did. Isay, and th n :i of my companysay
that Adjutant Bacon ought to have re
signed, and they have not a word of cen
sure for him. I In. • seen Gus Bacon
when danger was in every breeze and
death stalked even where, and there is
not a drop of coward blood in his veins.
He served the Ninth Georgia just as he
has filled every position of trust and hon
or to which he has been called. He is,
and has been, as ti n- a man as has ever
lived, and never betrayed, deserted or
prostituted the p< a cons he filled. I am
without reservation -r my old adjuiant t
and so are the sol-Tiers who answer the
roll call of Comp my A, Ni r, th Georgia
Volunteers, Army < f Northern Virginia.”
What a contrast t > re is in the testimo
ny of this noble old Confederate Captain—
a man who led to th* war Wilkes coun
ty’s first company, composing the flower
of her manhood, and in that of the man
who in the last of the war was Lee’s
“right arm.” Every one who has read
Gen.. Gordon’s Valdosta speech is amazed
at the perversion of facts in regard to Ba
con’s war record. N (thing better is ex
pected of the A tin da papers, but who
would have, thought. Gen. Gordon would
so mislead a largo uudienoe ? Gen. Gor
don in his Valdo.-e-. -p.-eeh says:
“I want to ask y. - t a question. Which
would you take for exemplars for your
sons as a man of r; 1 character, the old
Ninth Georgia m . who didn’t resign,
the sore-foot, lorn ;y, lame man who
stayed there and i is hones bleach on
the battlefields of h . . untry rather than
desert his banm t ' ! is comrades. [Ap
plause.] Which -grandest man. th e
Ninth Georgia, wb ft his leg or arm
and his blood upon the- battlefield of Vir
ginia, or the ad j: of the Ninth regi
ment who retired ■ first fire? [Laugh
ter.] Which is the older man?”
Gen. Gordon i w, hi acquainted with a’l
the facts touch in J? icon’s ill health
which required Ids transfer to other duty.
And yet— and yet !
JOHN T. NOHRIS’
FIRE INSURANCE OFFICE.
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