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VOLUME 1. LITTLK TUIyGS. A Cup of water iirolcy brought: An offered cany cjjair. A turning of the window blind That all may feel the air; An early flower unasked beitowed. A light and cautious tread, A voice to softest whispers hushed , To spare an aching head; Oil,things like these, though little things, The purest love disclose, As fragrant atoms in the air lteveal the hidden rose. Got Jen Crown. Reminiscences of the Cherokees. By HQ*. J. W. H,UN HER WOOD, of Borne, Georgia. CHAPTER XI. Copyrighted IHHS. All rights reserved.] Mr. Jutnes A. ft. flanks, of Dalton, Georgia, was born in Darlington District, 8. C., in the year 1813. lie was the fourth son of Nathan Hanks, an earnest, conscientious man, a member of the Baptist church fifty years of his life. He whs a man of great firmness of char acter —rather of the hardshell order— with all the stern integrity of that de nomination of Christians. I was a boy when I knew him and therefore too young to lie his intimate friend, though quite old enough to re member ids friendly admonition and counsel. The stern, unbending princi ple- of integrity that he dally inculcated, 1 can never forget. lie was a man of few words, which were in all cases fitted to the matter in question. I never knew him to alter a sentence or retrace a step after once spoken or taken. He was a true man in all relations of life. Janies received a good English educa tion. In early life he clerked in a dry goods store in Camden, S. C. Dr. Koht. T. Hanks, an elder brother, married a native Cherokee, engaging in mercantile pursuits in the Cherokee Nation on Val ley river, N. C. When James was about eighteen years old lie clerked for him there for several years. He was a great favorite with the Indians and attended their dances and other amusements. Mr. Hanks was of a most romantic and cheerful disposition. His nature wits intensified by the grand scenery of that country. The sweet valley sleeps in gentle repose on the limpid river from which it takes its name. The Cheowee mountains were on the north, the Nauto holaon the east, tiie Tusquittah heights on the south, and the Unaka chain on the west, presented an enchanting view nowhere surpassed on the globe. He wlio is so fortunate, or ever has been so fortunate as to travel the road that leads from Murphy to Franklin, N. C., be tween the teutlvami mile post, will look upon a scene that will certainly gladden his heart. The perfume of the crt<b-Apple, the thousands of wild flow ers, the fresh mountain airs in the month of May, are infinitely sweeter and more refreshing than all of Lubin’s extracts. Mr. Hanks was a great reader of Wal ter Scott and Burns. In this country he read the Scottish Chiefs, and studied the characters of Wallace and Bruce. Ivan hoe and lthoderick Dhu were his daily thoughts, as well as the bold, intrepid McGjegor. He could chant “Lassie with the Lint White Locks,” “the Braes of Balquithu,” “Boon Doom,” and “The Banks of Dee.” He learned here the songs of the Indians and tuned his voice with those of the dusky Indian maidens. When the war dance and ball-play were on hand, lie took a part also with all the enthusiasm of a sou of the forest. He chased the wild deer and hunted the turkey miles away. My acquaintance began in 1833. For six years we were associates and com panions. We traversed the hills and dales of North East Georgia together. We visited the same houses, read law in the same ofllee, and often slept in the same bed, for flve years. I can say of a truth that they were the most pleasant years of my life. They are to me de parted days and departed joys. He was always the favorite of the young ladies, but 1 did not envy him. I liked him so well myself that I was willing for every body to love him. We have communed together “oft in the stilly night,” when there was no other earthly eye to see or hear. He chose the profession of law, and was admitted to the Bar in 1833. He has made an able lawyer, of ster ling worth, and would reflect honor upon any position within the gift of the people of the State. For more than twenty years Mr. Hanks has been a min ister of the Gospel, an earnest, sincere, Christian gentleman, of the Baptist de nomination. He is an ornament to his church and an honor to his race. Mr. Hanks and myself were law part ners when we first started in our pro fession, and the firm of lawyers at that time was not very strong. We had a case in the lower part of Ilabersham county—a case of forcible entry and de tention. Hanks had some business at lluckcrsville, Elbert county, and a few days before the trial we went to Ruck ersvillo and transacted the business. Starting home we spent the night at I'arnesville, and loitered about there until ten or eleven o’clock in the day. A Justice’s court, where we had a lit tle business, was nearly on our way, about twenty miles from Carnesville. We concluded to stay overnight with the Justice ot the Peace who was to try the case. Accordingly, when we reached his bouse we put up for the night, then four o’clock in the afternoon* the sun about two hours high. We found that the J. P. had a very interesting daugh ter just about grown. Hanks and I took a and after consultation decided it would be best for one of us to pay the girl very particular attention. As we THE OARTERSVILLE COURANT. could not decide upon the proper one to perform this interesting duty, we drew straws. One of us get the long one, and the business was handsomely enjoyed. The J. P. treated us kindly and hos pitably and we were politely inyited to call again. When we entered the vil lage of Clarksville that Saturday night we were as happy as larks—we tri umphantly gained our case and were paid our fee. Mr. llanki Lad a short time before made a visit to his old home in Camden, S. C. On hi? arrival he put up at the hotel —the principal one in the place, lie had been away more than flve years. He left as a boy, and returned as a man six feet and two inches high. Not one of his former associates and companions recognized him. He continued incoq, intending to surprise his former friends after awhile. The Superior Court was in session, and being a lawyer (so-called) he walked into the Courthouse and went into the gallery. The court was engaged in trying a young man for gambling. A witness on the stand proved the case against the young man very plainly. The counsel for the accused, in order to test the capacity of the witness as to his knowledge of the game about which he was testitying, inquired of him among other questions: “When did you learn the different games?” “About flve years ago,” he replied : Hanks recognized in the witness a fel low he had known and with whom he had played, and he began to feel a little uneasy, afraid the witness might acci dently involve him in the business. Defendant’s counsel, not knowing this, inquired innocently: “And who learned you to play these games ?” The witness answered instantly, “Jim Hanks.” Hanks says he walked down and out of that Courthouse, went to the hotel, paid his bill, ordered his horse and left. Not a single soul in that town should know that “Jim Hanks,” the fellow who taught the witness to play bad games, was that near at hand. I furnish this to show that there is positive proof of the existence of a conscience. In 1839, while the late John H. Lump kin was Solicitor-General of the Chero kee circuit, daring the term of Union Superior Court, Judge Trippe having the criminal docket before him, called the case of the State vs. Swallow, an Indian. Some officer of the court suggested that the case had been previously disposed of at a former term of the court. “Hand me that bill of indictment,” said Lumpkin to the Clerk. The Clerk handed him the paper. Lumpkin had an impediment in his speech which caused him to hang at a word for a second or kwo at a tim**. He examined the bill and said to the court: “The case has been disposed of, please your Honor, 1 find here the judgment of the court.” Proceeding to read, “Whereupon it is considered, ordered and sentenced by the court that the de fendant Swallow', an Indian” —just here his impediment caused him to halt and hang fire, and before he got his mouth off again, Hanks spoke our, “Did he do it?” Lumpkin, with great indignation, blurted out, “Yes, he did,” and while the crowd was in a roar of laughter, proceeded to finish reading the sentence. Yon will hear more of Hanks. An amusing scene occurred at Cum tning, Forsyth county, in the campaign between Taylor and Cass, for the presi dency, in 1848, as I now recollect. Gen. Taylor was the Whig and Gen. Cass the Democratic candidate. Hon. John H. Lumpkin had delivered a democratic speech in the Courthouse, followed by Col. Thomas C. Hackett, who consumed the balance of the dinner time recess. The Judge then came in put a stop to the speaking by going on with the court. Col. A , a very prominent Whig, wa3 anxious to reply to those political speeches. So when the Judge came in and opened court, he asked to make an announcement, which was granted. He stated to the crowd that he would ad dress them on political issues down at the corner of the square in front of Mr. Ferguson’s store, within five minutes. He then started to the hotel, gathered up his documents, proceeded to the afore said corner, briskly twirling a little black walking cane. He looked to be so ab sorbed in his own meditations, or per haps in the exordium of his speech which he was preparing to make, as to forget entirely that nobody was ganging along his way. On he went, and mounting a goods box with alacrity, began : “Fellow citizens,” befoie he became aware that he had net a singlo hearer. Three fourths of the county were democrats, who did not intend to hear him and who were equally interested in keeping all others away. Avery interesting slander action was put on trial, and the most popular law yer at the Bar was appointed to speak on the case. Those who did not go to the Courthouse lingered over their dinners. Political excitement was very high and circumstances were so arranged as to give the orator a slim show that day. Our readers have already heard a little of Maj. Malcolm J. Walker. He was also a man of excessive piety. He ap peared to think it was impossible for anybody to be as pious as Walker pre sumed to be or looked to be. He was constantly lecturing the younger and livelier members of the bar upon their sinful amusements. If one of them took a drink or smoked a cigar or played a game of whist, he was certain to catch a lecture. The youug men determined to play off a practical joke on him by way of regulatiug matters. They were tired of his everlasting complaints. Towards the end of the week, during court, he would purchase apples, chest nuts, candies and small packages of dry CARTERSYILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, MAY 21, 1885. goods to carry home to his children, generally filling his capacioua saddle bags. When he reached his own house, being a stout, short, chunky fat person, he would Hold up one end of his saddle bags, and pull out the little bundles with his right hand. This habit had been no ticed and remarked upon very frequently by us, as we all went and came from court in his company. On one occasion, after spending near a week at Rabun court, and preparing to return home he, as usual, filled up his saddlebags with ap ples, chestnuts and candies. While he was out making his final preparations for a start, the conspirators procured a deck of well-worn playing cards and put them in one side, and a pint flask of strong corn w'hisky in the other side. All pioqnted their horses and left. It was twenty-five miles to Carnesville. Walker’s house was the first one as w r e rode into town. It had a low’, open piazza on the ground floor, without ban isters. • {t was a lovely atternoen in Oc tober. Walker had a most excellent la dy for a wife and nine children, with about two years difference in their ages. As they were expecting him, all wceT gathered, out on the piazza. We pur posely allowed Walker to get ahead, those behind coming along to see what was about to follow. ’ Walker dismounted from “old gray” aud turned him loose, “gray” knowing very well the journey was ended. Walker said to his wife and children, “How-dye J” “How do you do,” all re plied. He threw up one end of the saddlebags jtfst a3 we expected him to do, and out run the loose deck of cards, scattering pro miscuously on the floor. Walker looked consternation itself, and ejaculated: “What in the world is all this?” “Well, I say it’s an old deck of cards, and show's how you spend your time at court,” says Mrs. Walker. The children were amazed and also amused. “I declare,” began Walker— “l don’t care wdiat you declare,” re plied Mrs. Walker, “for I’m astonished at you!” Walker gave the saddlebags a flirt and threw up the other end and down came the flask of whisky, breaking on the floor, and as it was regular mountain sweet mash corn-juice, the perfume was rather strong and stifling. It told its own story without words. Mrs. Walker was in a state of confu sion ; worse, confounded, and the chil dren began to look distressed. Mrs. Walker at last found voice: “ Bless my soul, Maj, Walker, what can all this mean ? What can you mean by coming home with a deck of cards and a flask of whisky when the hymn book and Bible should be..your care ?” Walker was the picture of despair. He stamped his foot, clapped his left hand to lus forehead, dropped the saddle bags, and sat down in a state of mind and body that is indescribable, llis breath came quick and hard. lie clenched his list, but could not speak. As Under wood and Hanks passed on, lie shook his fist and soliloquized : “Oh, Jim Hanks and John Underwood; old Satan holds a mortgage on you both, and I don’t care how soon he forecloses it, either! ” Turning to Mrs. Walker, he said: “I solemnly declare I know nothing of this.” “Well, who did it,” replied Mrs. W. “Why, that Hanks and Underwood. Their match can’t be found on this earth. I am not certain but they will cheat the old boy out of his dues yet. If my Wes (his son) was big enough, he should whip them both.” The jokers made the proper explana tion, and while they were intensely de lighted, it was thought best to be a little shy of Walker for a few days—but they had many a hearty laugh at the recollec* tion. Walker never lectured us again, perhaps he thought we were past receiv ing grace. To have called them “scape graces,” would have been in his mind a compliment, and what ho thought they deserved is unmentionable. For all that he would consult and confer with us both, and rarely went off to court with out us. He was satisfied the same that they were both unequalled for mischief. Walker rode “old gray” once to Un ion court. He was a heavy man, and his ponderous saddle bags weighed fully thirty pounds. His horse’s back was pretty badly injured, the sore was on the backbone in the middle of his back, and was as large as a man’s fist. We stop ped to stay all night at Maj. Logan’s, who kept a most excellent house, with good entertainment for man and beast. As we went along “old gray” cast a shoe and became pretty lame. It was a positive necessity to have it replaced at once. Logan had a blacksmith’s shop and a man named Sutton kept it, doing the work. Next morning, as Sutton had the horse’s foot up, nailing on the shoe, the man who held the horse spied the sore on his back. “Before I’d ride a horse with such a sore back, I’d walk,” says he. Sutton stopped hammering long enough to say: “I’ll tell you how it is, this horse belongs to a democrat, and a democrat will just ride anything.” This was in 1344, when politics ran high. Walker once endeavored to continue a case in Union court, when his showing was weak and small. He felc it to be so, and said he was not very well. Judge W. H. Underwood was the opposing counsel, and simply replied, “the show ing relied on did not come up to, or in the neighborhood, of any rule in law with which he was acquainted.” Wal ker answered, in great excitement, ges ticulating fiercely, “he had known of cases continued on account of illness of counsel or the court, in fact the death of the counsel, or of the court, or of the op posing counsel, would be a good ground for continuance, and I have a good no tion to continue this case.” Judge “Underwood arose instantly and rejoined: “If you propose to continue this case by the death of the court or of the opposing counsel, or by your own death, I hope we shall have a case of suicide, and not a homicide.” The court continSed the case, remark ing, “The argument of Major Walker was conclusive proof that he was too un able to try it.” With all his pecularities Maj. Walker was a useful citizen and a man to be liked, fle lias been dead several years, and I only notice his peculiarities to give an idea of the olden times, and to show how the winds and waves of time drifted us all against the foot of the Blue Ridge. Railroads have penetrated this section now, and civilization and commerce are advancing, and with these elements of progress the Switzerland of America will become one of th.’,uiost cultivated sec tions of the sfafedh: course of time. It would afford me great pleasure if J had • the time and the a .llity to write an es say on the dignity of labor. Holy Writ tells us labor of the results of the disobedience of the first pair of the human race. It is by the “sweat of the brow” thou “shaL eat bread.” All val uable ores and minerals are dug out of the ground. Thu food that sustains millions of people are produced by the husbandman, while the forests are clear ed by his axe. The mechanic builds the cities, the towus and thß buildings in the country. Labor has constructed the railroads and built the ships that carry on the commerce of the age. Labor navigates the ships, and drives the en gines, in fact, the labor of a country is its wealth, not ;‘s gold and silver. Mon ey is simply a medium of exchange, not wealth. There can be no calling more dignified than labor, and none to which we owe more respeot and protection. The yield of “ten, fifty or one hundredfold,” depends on this protection and fostering care. Burns, Scotia’s sweet poet, has immortalized laboFin the “Cotter’s Sat urday Night.” All this is true and much more, but the demagogue who would excite the laboring classes against those who exer cise mental labor are a most pestiferous class. It is often a fraud and delusion to get votes unworthy. The devotee of science labors also. By labor in the strenuous exercise of the mind, thou sands have fallen into early decay and died from excessive study. Hugh Miller’s case is in point just here. The age and mind that produced the “Testimony of the Rocks,” marked a woaderful era of progress. His rise from the working people, and Sir Charles Lyeil’s from the dignified aristocracy, i>- life or the enervating influence of ease and lux ury, cannot dim the fires of genius. Sir Isaac Newton, John Herschel and Lord Ross, are also brilliant examples, while Moi-se and Franklin tamed the light ning and made it useful to man. We can stand on the confines of Europe and another person can listen on the shores of America, and’talk to each other in an instant of time. All this is labor. So the lawyer works. He labors to know his case in the law, as connected with the facts, and stands by his client when his life, liberty or property is at stake, with a fidelity that challenges the admiration of mankind. Lawyers have worked in the lead of every movement for the amelioration of the human race. They were to the front in setting and building English liberty. Six centuries ago, the lawyers of England, then called barons, who, at -Runnymede, wrested Magna Charta and the writ of habeas cor pus from King John, with their swords by their sides. These two form the great basis of civil liberty among man-, kind, and when honestly enforced, af ford sufficient protection to the guaran tees of liberty. Lawyers were the prime movers in es tablishing liberty of conscience. When the reformation of Luther and Melanc thon had tilled Europe, the lawyers in augurated the immigration of the llu geenots and Gavilliers to this country in search of liberty of conscience. They incited the American Revolution. They declared our independence, fought and won it. Assembled in convention, they formed the Constitution of the United States, which, so long as it was faithful ly regarded, ensured the blessing of civil aud religious liberty to us. So let the lying fable in Webster’s spelling book be expunged. Let the low and vulgar prejudice against lawyers be dis sipated, aud let all men stand on merit alone without reference to trade or call ing. The Constitution of the United States provides for the protection of life, liber ty and reputation, guaranteeing all this, it makes a capstone well suited to the glorious structure by providing for lib erty of conscience and religious tolera tion. Asa mountaineer,. I stand for the defense of my native land, likewise being a lawyer, I speak a frequent word for my honorable profession. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.) Plain Questions. Mythical ideas are fanning the public brow with the breath of prejudice, ignorance and humbuggery. Hare you the remotest idea that your scrofula was created by the use of potash and mercury? Xo matter what the eause, B. B. B. is the peer of all other remedies. Do you presume that your troublesome catarrh is the re sult of mineral poisoning? B. B. B. is the quick est remedy. Are your chronic ulcers and boils and sores the result of potash and mercery? Medical gentlemen will not tell you so, but B. B. B. is the only sovereign remedy. Were your terrible kidney troubles created by mineral poisoning ? Not a bit of it, but B. B. B. has proven to be a reliable remedy, Are your skin diseases, your eczema, dry tetter, etc., the effect of too much potash and mercury ? The me iical profession are the best judges, and they say uay, bat B. B. B. makes more pronounced cures than all other preparations combined. MI N OF RENOWN. Correspondence of the Courier-Journal.] Washington, D. C., May 7 A histo ry of parliamentary government is a his tory of human liberty and intellectual development; it is the anthesis of abso lutism, though an offshoot of the feudal polity. This thought was suggested by a visit to the now silent and deserted legisla tive halls of the United States Capitol, whose walls have resounded the eloquence 9 a continent and contained the intel lect of a nation. I was here a little more than flve years ago, and, in looking through a congressional directory, I am struck with the changes wrought in the personnel of the senate in so short a pe riod. Then Conkling, Carpenter and Blaine hel<3 seats on the republican side of the chamber, and Ben Hill, Thurman and McDonald were conspicuous on the democratic side. Now, except in the case of Thurman, one must consult a di rectory to ascertain who succeeded these men in the senate. Matt Carpenter stood in the front rank of the men of his day. He would have been a conspicuous character in any age or clime. His abilities, natural and ac quired, were at once solid and brilliant. He was one of the most genial men that ever lived, and as generous as a prince. There was nothing sordid or selfish about him, and he had a sovereign contempt for money, as he had for the arts of the demagogue. Of all the members of con gress who supported the measure known as the “salary grab,” he alone command ed the respect, if not the admiration, of the country, for the bold and aggressive stand he took in the matter. Asa law yer he was the equal of the greatest, and Judge Black said that his peer was never called to the bar in England or America. In the senate he took high rank, and but for his carelessness or contempt for par liamentary distinction he would have been the master of the body. He much resembled the great and accomplished statesman of whom Dryden wrote: Of pleasing wit and frequent thought Endowed by nature and by learning taught To move assembly. I heard him once. His voice, flexible and musical, was like the ripple of a pel lucid brook. His language, chaste and elegant, was like a chapter from Victor Hugo, and his whole discourse as argu mentative as a decision of Mansfield, and as convincing as a speech of Webster. It w r as not till then that 1 could appreciate the compliments that Ben Johnson paid to Bacon : “The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.” He died in his prime, all too soon for his fame, and left a void in the senate that will not soon be filled. He was not faultless. He was human, an unmalicious Aloibiados. Balzae says: “The worst of all defects is to be free from defects.” The Redeemer said to the young man who had kept the law, “Something yet thou lacketh.” How true the couplet of Keate: Even bees, the little almoiter of spring bowers, Know there is richest fruit in poison flowers. Roscoe Conkling is a different order of man. He is more of the Roman than the Grecian; Carpenter more of the Grecian than the Roman. In one respect the American congress has never produced the peer of Conkling. In facility, felici ty and fecundity of expression he stands without a nyal and without a peer in our parliamentary history. To find his equal we must consult the prose writings of Edgar Allan Foe, or the essays of the Spanish publicist, Castellar; to find his superior we must go to Shakespeare him self. The writer of thi3 is a bourbon democrat, intensely and radically south ern by birth, by education and by asso ciation. He hates many ideas that are held sacred in the north with an intense and a cardial hatred, but he can see ex cellencies even in an enemy. Mr. Conk ling is master of a “pure and magnifi cent diction, such as flowed from the lips of Socrates, and which Cicero declared Jupiter would use if Jupiter spoke Greek. The student of American eloquence should consult the Congressional Globe for the session of 1871-2, or, perhaps, the session just preceding, when the great debate on the “French Arms Sales” came on in the senate. The administra tion of Gen. Grant, at that session, with stood an opposition more formidable for ability than any other of our presidents ever contended with. Beside the dem ocratic senators, whose ranks contained Thurman, Bayard, Cassidy, McCreery and Garrett Davis, the assailant* num bered such great names as Sumner, Schurz, Trumbull, Doolittle and Tipton. On the side of the administration were Conkling, Sherman, Fessenden, Morton and Frelinghuysen. But Conkling was the leader and bore the brunt, and well did he sustain the cause of his chief. In a somewhat varied, though not exten* sive reading, I. have never seen the wealth, power and beauty of the Eng lish language better exemplified than in the speeches of Conkling during that de bate, which was protracted for more than a fortnight. It was a battle of the giants. Sumner brought to that gladia torial contest all history and all litera ture; Schurz, a very Mephistopheles of debate, brought all the powers of his sub tle and incisive mind, trained in the schools of both hemispheres; Trumbull brought all the learning of the bar and all the illustrations of precedent and all the authority of statutes. But Conkling met them all, received their blow# in front, and, hoisting the black flag, neith er asked nor gave quarter. In that de bate the liberal republican move was born, but Conkling bereft it of vitality, even before the Wonder at Cincinnati be reft it of hope. It is easy to turn from Conkling to his rival and enemy, James G. Blaine. The two men are radically different in temperament, habits, thought aud education. Each represents a type. Each hoped to estab lish an oligarchy. There never existed a man of more bustling activity, more restless energy and more consuming am bition than Blaine. Ilis. thirst for wealth, position and power, in intensity, is akin to the desire of Troilus for Cresi da: “This is the monstrosity of love— the will is infinite and the execution is confined; the desire is boundless., and the act a slave to limit.” So with the boundless cravings of Blaine for power, wealth and distinction. If he had more ability, he might play the part of Mira beau; if he were dressed in petticoats, he would rival Becky Sharp. It is the fashion to tickle his inordi nate vaiu-glory by comparing him to Ilenry Clay, whom he no more equals than Hamlet’s uncle equal Hamlet’s dad dy, or to borrow his own figure, mud equals marble. He was twenty years in Congress and was dominated by Thad Stevens and Ben Butler, while the eter nal devil himself could not have domi nated Henry Clay. He was twenty years in Congress and no man can point to a solitary measure of national import that he originated or championed as a leader. No, he was too busy letting his soul, body and breeches to railroads and other corporations to give his time to statesmanship, even°had he been a states man. ne dressed in tinsel and was be decked witli pinchbeck, and was the pet and god of the groundlings, but he was no less a scrub, and once a scrub always a scrub. He is supremely and intensely selfish. To promote his own interests he would embrace his bitterest enemy, to further his own plans he would stab his best friend—be equally ready to fawn or bully, as he thinks best to attain an end. There is a ridiculous cock-and-bull story told by his henchmen in Washing ton, the past winter, to the effect that ten days before the election the Chair man of the Republican National Committee went to Mr. Blaine and informed him that Mr. Conkling had argeed to make him four speeches for the Republican candidates if the head of the ticket would personally request him to do so, and that Blaine said he would see him d—d first—that he could be elected without him. All of which may amuse the marines. There is another story, much more probable, which is that in the early days of September, last year, a committee of Don Cameron’s friends, headed by a certain gentleman not un known to fame—especially Pennsylvania fame—of the name of Quay. The com mittee appeared before the Plumed Knight with something of the air, man ner and deportment of the Count—when that good lance was the emissary and embassador of Charles the Bold to the crafty and unscrupulous Louis XL Mr. Quay, as gently as the circumstances of the case and the urgency of the occasion would permit, delivered an ultimatum, which was that unless the aforemen tioned Don Cameron was returned to the Senate without Republican opposi tion the electoral vote of the Keystone State would be cast for a then compara tively obscure, but now pretty well known gentleman, of the name of Gro ver' Cleveland, for President of the L T nited States, and the tradition is that the Plumed Knight tumbled and gave orders to the happy family of Half breeds in Pennsylvania to keep civil tongues in their heads and obey Mars Don, which they accordingly did. The Plumed Knight is a sprightly de bater, but in debate, as in everything else, except the art of money-getting, he is superficial. He has a ready tongue and a dashing style that pleases the vul gar herd. He was out of place in the Senate, and made no reputation there, though always cocked and primed for a shindy. There is an amusing story told of Thurman and him, which will bear repeating. On one occasion the Plumed Knight came into the Senate chamber, and casually glancing at the seat of the old Roman, he discovered that that worthy had dined and had not passed the wine without exacting double toll. In a few moments the man from Maine was on his legs attacking, in his skirmishing way, some pet hobby or theory of Thurman, who between naps became conscious that he was being as saulted. Finally, the Ohioian roused himself and returned the blows with in terest, and, as a result, the Senator from Maine wa3 soon reduced to pulp. When the affair was concluded, Thurman i walked out to his committee-room, fol lowed by McDonald and Edmunds. Pulling out his bandana and giving a bugle blast from his proboscis, lee said : “Boys, did that d—d harlequin get away with me?” “No, no, Senator, you did splendidly; you demolished him.” “Never mind, never mind,” said the old Roman, “one of these days he will tackle me when I’m sober, and then, d—n him, won’t I mash him ?” Blaine is not a deep man. He knows nothing thoroughly, but he is dogmatic and self-assertive. He illustrates a say ing of Poe: “In ratiocination, not leas than in literature, it is the epigram which is the most immediately and the most universally appreciated. In both it is the lowest order of merit.*’ On one occasion the Senate was con sidering a bill to make some disposition of the Geneva award. There was much variety of opinion among the lawyers of the body as to whom the fund rightly belonged. Edmunds said it belonged to the Government of the L'nited States and should be covered into the Treasury. Conkling, Thurman, Carpenter and Ben Hiil said it belonged to the insurance companies who had taken risks on the vessels destroyed by the Alabama. Blaine, Garland, Hoar and McDonald said it belonged to the owners of the de stroyed ships. The question was entirely NUMBER 16. and wholly a legal one, and was ably discussed by all the ablest lawyers in the Senate, but the Plumed Knight sailed in under the wing of Garland and Hoar, and for more than a week was conspicuous in the debate. Thurman crushed him a half dozen times, and finally he tackled Car penter. A debate occurred between them that would have been far more fa mous than the celebrated “amnesty” de bate between Blaine and Ben Hill, a few years previous, bad the question at issue been political. Blaine knew noth ing about the subject and Carpenter knew all about it. But the man from Maine was audacious, reckless, epigram matic and somewhat personal. When his better equipped and far abler adver sary would sink him under a tidal waye of argument and epigram, too, he would emerge somewhere else like a gun-ball that had been submerged into a pool, ready to renew the contest. Roland and Olivers flew across the senate chamber like meteors, but the victory was with the lawyer. The man from Maine has eaten the sunny side of many a peach. He has received the adulation of the New York Tribune and its Chicago namesake to a surfeit. He has been championed by William Walter Phelps, and absolved by George Frisbie Hoar. His book has been reviewed by Gail Hamilton aud pronounced very good. But when he looks to the south of La fayette, where Grover Cleveland has his present habitation, he is not happy, and no doubt he frequently quotes from that delightful story of love and murder, the Book of Esther: “Yet all this avails me nothing so long as 1 see Mordecal, the Jew, sitting at the King’s gate.” But the people had the hanging last November. GEORGIA MINERALS AX NEW OR LEANS. Referring to the table of building stones, with its many shades of marbles, granites, soapstones and claystones, our attention was directed to a fine-grain pink marble and another of cream and black variegation, which surpass most any stones in tecture and color we have ever seen, and for inside ornamentation cannot be surpassed. The specimens were blasted from an untouched bed near Rockmart, within a stone’s throw of two important railway systems lead ing into Atlanta. Our space not per mitting of minute particulars, we can only note in this connection the large grain white, pink, blue and gray, and the fine-grain white statuary marbles from the Tate quarries, of Pickens coun ty. The variegated marbles of Whitfield county are identical with the renowned Tennessee marbles, the deposits being but continuous into Georgia, of those oc curring in the same geological forma tion of Knox county, Tenn. The gran ites of Elbert, DeDalb, Fulton, Bald win and Richmond counties show capa bility of high polish and elegant finish, while the crushing tests and analysis ac companying each illustrate their value more completely. In reply to a question as to what min erals were in greatest demand for manu facturing, and what efforts were made to supply the demand, Commissioner Pratt said that the late rapid growth of sul phuric acid works in Georgia, Tennessee and Alabama, in the last few years, has created a yery considerable demand for Pyrite, a mineral compound of sulphur and iron. The sulphur therein is utiliz ed in the manufacture of the acid neces sary to the production of commercial fer tilizers, and it will gradually supersede the use of Sicily sulphur, now imported for that purpose, in quantities almost in credible. Georgia has an abundance of the ore known in Haralson, Paulding and Fannin, and in many other counties it is clearly indicated, but as yet uncov ered. The manganese of Bartow county, from the Dobbins and Chumney Hill mines, ha3 attracted the attention of many Northern and foreign chemical manufacturers and steel makers. Mr. Pratt states that Messrs. Matheson and Grant, of London, Eng., on seeing the samples of finely crystalized ore, with the chemical analysis attached, imme diately visited Cartersville and contract ed with the owners for a shipment of some thousand tons to Liverpool as soon a3 possible. As far as known now the ore is to be had in Bartow, Polk and Floyd counties in abundance, and it is a matter of expressed surprise that the lo calities have remained so long unworked. The display of Iron Oree is very large and complete. It embraces most all of the known varieties. We notice the mi caceous specular and the limonite ores from Bartow, the magnetic from Haral son and Douglas, the red fossiliferous from Walker and Chattooga, the chromic from Troup, with more of the same va rieties from many other counties, while accompanying the ores are specimens of the limestones or fluxesto be had in the immediate neighborhood for their smelt ing. Adjacent to the above are specimens of Polk county Hoofing Slate, the only known deposit of this very important ar ticle of tiade in the Atlantic or Gulf states, south of Virginia. Its clearage is as straight aud i>erfect as possible; it has a firm, sounding ring when struck, a dark huff color and an excellent grain. Without any reflection whatever on our Georgia friends, because all of our South ern states are just now wakening up to their industrial development, these Polk quarries should be swarming with hundreds of busy workmen, split ting out material for roofing, mantels, hearths and tiles, for distribution from Virginia to Texas. But these things are coming.—New Orleans Times-Democrat. Jones Bros. & Cos. are selling great bargains this week.