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THE COURANT.
IPutoliisHed. Every Thursday,
C_' RTKBBYILLE, GEORGIA.
Official Organ Bartow Connty.
FRANK J, TAYLOR. ) ~ nii e
A. M. WILLINGHAM, i Editors and Prop s.
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 21 1 1886.
Mr. Ben. Folsom, a cousin of Presi
dent Cleveland’s wife, has been appoint
ed by the president to a snug consul
ship.
Mayor Ames, of Minneapolis, Minn.,
has issued another proclamation against
the strikers in that city, in which he
takes strong and unequivocal grounds
against the violation of law and order.
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Tub death of Walter Gordon, Gen
Gordon’s brother, occurred in New
York a few days ago after a protracted
illness, lie was a noble hearted man of
sterling integrity and his loss will be
deeply felt.
A large number of workingmen ar
rived in Terry, Ga., Sunday evening for
the purpose of beginning work at that
point on the Fiorida extension of the new
Macon and Athens railroad. The work
was begun Monday morning.
Miss Anderson, the actress,
has subscribed $2,500 for the earthquake
sufferers in Charleston, the amount of
the net proceeds of her performances
which she gave for their benefit last
week.
Mr. Randall is reported to be free
from gout now. This is gratifying news
to the democrats as they can rest assured
now that the ex-speaker can jump on
the republicans with both feet, should
occasion require.
Prince Louis Napoleon, of France,
is at present traveling in this country.
He was in Salt Lake City last week and
is now in Chicago. It is natural to sup
pose the banished Prince would have
avoided Salt Lake, since he has been up
salt creek so long.
Mrs. Lucy Parsons, the wife of the
imprisoned and convicted anarchist, is in
New York lecturing to large audiences,
in defense of her husband and is said to
have been received with great enthusi
asm. She is speaking under the auspices
of the Woman’s Socialistic Union.
Biloxi, Mississippi, has again been
declared by the Louisiana Board of
Health to be infected with yellow fever,
and has consequently been quarantined
by that body. The belief that yellow
fever exists there is said to be well sub
stantiated.
A desperate and brutal prize fight
took place in Chicago Sunday evening.
Thirty-three rounds were fought and
both of the pugilists were badly punish
ed and had to be taken to their homes in
carriages. Blood freely marked the
scene of the brutal encounter.
The great strike among the pork
packers in Chicago, was on the 18th
inst., declared practically at an end. A
mass meeting, at which 12,000 or 14,000
strikers was present, were held on the
17th inst., and a proposition to return to
work on the ten hours plan was carried
almost unanimously, and thus the strike
was declared at an end.
Mike McCoole, the ex-champion
heavy weight pugilist, died in the Chari
ty Hospital in New Orleans last Satur
day. McCoole was noted for his re
markable strength and pugilistic powers.
He gaye up the prize ring some time ago
for steamboating, but dissipated his
money in riotous living and died penni
less in a city hospital.
Augusta, Ga., is excited over the dis
tribution of the property of the late John
Davidson, of that place. He came there
a boy and worked his way upward, and
by a quiet, steady and constant purpose
of business amassed great wealth, but it
was never known until after his death
that he w r as a millionaire. His relations
lived in Ireland and representatives of
his family have arrived in Augusta to
divide out the wealth, hence the renewal
of the discussion of the subject there,
A contemporary says: “Col. Robert
Ingersoll has had much trouble with his
throat during the last six months. It
has been found, after careful examina
tion, that this trouble has been occasion
ed by the formation of a tiny hard tumor
about the size of a pea on one of the
chords of his throat. While annoying it
is not considered dangerous, but the
Colonel will have it removed.”
Probably the trouble is simply the
crystalization of some of his blasphemous
expressions, stagnating in the chords of
his throat or bronchial tubes.
New York dispatches state that the
will of the late Samuel J. Tilden is to be
contested by George H. and Samuel J.
Tilden, sons of Hery A. Tilden, and
nephews of the testator. It is said that
the will is not to be contested on the
ground of incapacity, but on the ground
of construction, and for that reason no
objection will be made to its probate.
The will specifically provides that any of
the legatees who may contest it shall be
deprived of all benefits under it. If this
provision is carried out and the nephews
mentioned do contest the will, they will
be deprived of $75,000 each of which
wa3 left them, besides other values.
An Atlanta special to the Courier Jour
nal of the 17 inst says of Georgia’s Con
gre3'iju:il races. lu the coming Con
gressional race in georgia but one candi
date, Tom W. Grimes, of the Fourth
district, will meet with opposition. His
district is divided by a mountain chain
into two sections, upper and lower. The
upper district has heretofore held the
seat in Congresss, but in the late nomi
nating convention Tom Grims, who lives
lower section, secured the prize.
Yesterday Mr. James G. Carmichael, of
the upper section, announced himself as
the farmers’ candidate. He is very pop
ular, a id will make strong race.
PINE LOG AVENGED.
The extract below Is from an article on
“Postoflice Puzzles” in the New York
Tribune and copied in the Savannah
News of the 16th inst:
“Here was a town in Georgia called for twen
ty year* Possum Trot. Then it was changed to
Pine Log, and finally Frank Hatton, seeing that
the people there didn’t know enough to select
a respectablo name, lent them lus own, an l
Possum Trot—Pine Log is now Hattonv die."
This is an unmerited slander on the
good name and mental standing of our
neighbors at Pine Log and vicinity
which we cannot suffer to go unrebuked.
What’s the matter with the name of
“Pine Log?” It is a significant name,
it’s a plain, unmistakable name, it means
something, it is pure English, it is un
common, and if it is not euphoneus
what’s the reason it isn’t? It is as good
in every way as a majority of the names
of the country postoffices in the north.
Think of the names of “Adam’s Basin,”
or “Broken Straw,” or “Cuddebuck
ville,” all in New York State. Who
ever heard of Adam having a basin, or
even having a need of one, and the idea
of naming a place “Broken Straw,” the
very suggestion indicates weakness, and
“Cuddebackville” is the very quintes
sence of harshness and insignificance.
There is a “Pine Bush,” a “Pine Hill,”
a “Pine Island,” a “Pine Lake,”a “Pine
Plains,” a “Pine Valley,” a “Pine
Woods.” etc., etc., in New York State,
all postoffices, and none of them are any
better, if as good, as our own Pine Log
out here jn Bartow county.
Pine Log has never been changed to
“Hattonville,” and moreover, it never
will be, in all probability, for the change
would be useless and mean nothing, ex
cept to honor and “boost” an offensive
partisan. Pine Log indicates light and
health and fulfils the poetical idea of
“sweetness and light.” Nothing makes
a brighter light than good fat pine knots,
or logs, no air is healthier, more redo
lent of rich natural perfume than when
ladened with the rare fragrance of the
pine tree.
There now, Pine Log, you are aveng
ed.
OUR SPLENDID CLIMATE .
The beautiful balmy atmosphere which
has pervaded this section of country so
long continues with us unabated. Sure
ly this is the most delightful climate on
earth, the South of France or Italy not
excepted. The weather is as mild and
pleasant here in the middle of October,
as it is in the eastern states in May and
June. The fear of an early fall with
frost and its attendant blighting conse
quences has been banished from the
minds of all in this county, and those
who usually prognosticate the gloomiest
future on all occasions, must be content
to chew the cud of disappointment be
cause there is nothing gloomy for them
to predict now about the weather.
The genial mildness and splendor of
our climate perhaps is appreciated by
but a comparatively few people. It is
certainly not tully appreciated by the
people who are blessed with it and are so
entirely used to it, and so unused to any
other condition of the atmosphere as to
see and feel its special benefits by com
parison, and it cannot be appreciated by
those at a distance who live amid the
rigors of a northern climate. The sereal
space above us-is rarely shadowed by
clouds, the brightness of the sun above
us, uninterrupted by haze or fog or mist,
shines with unequalled refulgence.
Rarely, if ever, is there any ice or snow
or frigidity here during the winter, but
an almost continuous autumn of Indian
summer. There is a charm about our
climate that gives health and activity,
and to those away up in the north who
seek to escape the rigors of their long
and severe winters, no more inviting
spot than this can be found in which to
locate. All things being equal people
can live longer, happier and more satis
factorily down here than almost any
where else. To the people of the north
who desire a change of climate, and who
seek fertile fields and magnificent farm
ing facilities, Bartow county offers a rare
chance. Honest, energetic pushing men
will find a choice settlement about here.
A BAD SIGN.
Rev. Mr. Dodge struck a keynote las
Sunday night in his sermon at the Meth
odist church, when he said that itjwas at
significant and bad sign for a town when
many idle and unemployed men were
found in it. Ie is indeed a bad indication
both for the |town and for the people it
contains. Idleness and indolence are
the two prime factors of misery, poverty
and crime. Idleness is but the first step
to vagrancy, and whether the individual
be of gentle birth, refined and educated,
or low, coarse and illiterate, it is the
same and an offence against the commu
nity in which he lives. In some cases
idleness for a time is compulsory and ex
cusable, but there can be no excuse for a
professional loafer. In large, rushing
and rapidly moving cities, they are less
noticed and left far behind in the race for
fortune and fame, but in the smaller
towns they are excrescences that are dis
agreeable if not absolutely dangerous to
the body politic. They have their eyil
effect and influence and tend in no small
degree to hasten the dissolution of a
town that is not buoyed up with any ex
traordinary life and activity. Idleness
and indolence are blighting and fatal in
their consequences. Honest work, of
any character is far to be preferred. If a
young man in Cartersville cannot fina
the labor he thinks himself best fitted for,
or desires particularly, he should not rest
supinely unwilling to do anything else.
Let him take that which offers first as
the safest and surest road to
the attainment of what he does want.
Let our young men remember this, and
let them also bear in mind that time is of
such incalclable value that it is a sin and
shame to waste it heedlessly. Some em
inent writer has truly said, “ there are
no fragments so precious as those of time
and none so heedlessly lost by people
who cannot make a moment and yet can
waste years.”
Boys, don’t waste your God given time
but go to work.
VETOED.
At the meeting of the city council in
Atlanta Monday evening, Mayor Hillyer
returned, with his veto, the ordinance
passed on the 4th inst. by the council,
which repealed the ordinance prohibiting
the Atlanta Brewery Company from de
livering beer. The council discussed it
at great length, and Mr. Angier’s,motion
to pass the amended order notwithstand
ing the mayor’s veto, was lost by a vote
of six to nine.
Mr.’Stockdell, In speaking on the ques
tion took occasion to allude in the most
caustic terms to Rev. J. W. Lee, saying:
“I should like to say right here that I
want to make some reference to a minis
ter of this city who has taken occasion to
condemn this body for our action upon
the brewery question. I refer to the
Rev. J. W. Lee, who, in his sermons,
has been criticizing us. Mr. Lee does
not know what he is talking about.
Why, when he preached he announced
that he had no text to fit the subject and
then jumped upon us. In this he went
outside his duty as a minister. Who is
this J. W. Lee ? Where did he come
from anyhow? I’d like to see a man
stand up without the ministerial robes
about him and say what he has said about
me. When he discarded a text and took
prohibition as his subject he became just
what other politicians are and ceased to
be a minister for the time being. He is
simply a political mountebank and
should be treated as such.”
THE SABINE PASS IIORROR.
The total destruction, by an immense
tidal wave of Sabine Pass and Johnson’s
Bayou, an account of which appears in
another column was a terrible and
shocking calamity. At least 212 lives
were lost and property of vast value
destroyed. A large number of terror
stricken people flocked into the largest
house in Sabine Pass, hoping to thus
escape the fury of the waters, but with
seeming relentless encroachment the ris
ing tide swept that building away in the
twinkling of an eye, and not a vestige of
it remained and all those who took refuge
there were drowned. Sabine Pass was
situated on the Texas side of the Sabine
river. The town was built on what is
practically a swamp, and is ordinarily
but four teet above mean tide. The
distressing feature of this terrible affair
is the absolute destitution in which the
survivors are left. Everything they had
was lost, and they are even destitute of
necessary clothing.
The places, it is stated, will not be
rebuilt.
Mrs. U. S. Grant has lately received
from the publishers of the late General’s
Memoir’s a check lor $150,000, which
represents the second payment to her by
the firm of her share of the profits of the
sales. The first payment amounted to
$200,000. The publishers assert that in
all probability Mrs. Grant will receive
in a few months SIOO,OOO more. They
believe she will realize at least a half
million dollars on the work. Anew and
large edition has just been issued.
In this issue of the Courant we pub
lish an interesting letter from our cor
respondent “Uncle Max” in Toronto,
Canada, regarding the great “Sam
Jones” reviyal meeting, also an account
of the same taken from a late Toronto
paper, all of which is interesting reading
matter.
TORONTO, CANADA.
A Charming Letter from “Uncle Max” In
Which he Gives a Graphic Account of
the Work of Our Great Evangelist's
ami Adds an Interesting Bit of
Historical Information
About Toronto.
[Special to the Courant:
Toronto, Canada, Oct. 14, ’B6.
When leaving the “sunny south,” and
especially the lovely spot of Cartersville,
Georgia, for the city of Toronto, I prom
ised some of the readers of the Courant
that I would speak to them through its
columns, telling them of the revival work
that would be carried on by Rev. Sam. P.
Jones, and his co-laborer, Rev. Sam. W.
Small. I know full well with what
pride, and justly too, they point to the
work of their noble and devoted citizen,
Rev. Sam. P. Jones, at home, and neces
sarily would be delighted to know with
what estimation he may be held in this
Dominion.
Mr. Jones arrived on time and com
menced his work here on Thursday
evening, the 7th inst., to a house full of
anxious hearers, numbering about 5,000
souls, as many as can conveniently be
packed in the Music Rink, and judging
from the uneasiness of some of them,
they were cognizant of being “sardin
ed.” The enthusiasm was great at the
reception, and crowded houses have been
the order of the day ever since, with
thousands turned away nightly unable to
even secure standing room. Bro. Jones
never seemed in better spirits, and his
sermons have awakened both saint and
sinner. Bro. Small arrived here on
Tuesday evening, and preached his first
sermon yesterday morning, capturing his
hearers by the magnificence of his rhet
oric, superb figures and powerful logic
and knowledge of the work in which he
is engaged and considering the short
time since his conversion, he is, as well
as Bro. Jones, a marvel to all. The
meetings thus far have been wonderful,
and already hundreds have cried, “What
shall Idoto be saved ?” No meetings in
the states have shown such great results
in the same length of time as the meet
ing in progress here in Toronto, and it
can truthfully be said that the spirit runs
high, and you may expect to hear of the
greatest meeting that has ever followed
the Jones-Small labors. The music re
minds one of the good days of the Car
tersville Tabernacle meetings. The peo
ple of Toronto know how to sing, and
sing “with the spirit and understanding.”
Bro’s. Maxwell and Excell are “Happy
on the way,” and are rendering good
service.
Perhaps it would be in place to give
you a few facts regarding the outward
moral show of this city. I am informed
that Toronto has 109 churches, divided as
follows: 25 Episcopal, 22 Methodist,
16 Presbyterian, 12 Baptist, 9 Roman
Catholic, 6 Congregational, 5 Salvation
Army, 4 Bible Christian, 2 Episcopal
(Reformed), and one each, Catholic
Apostolic, Hebrew Synagogue, Luthe
ran, Unitarian, Now Jerusalem, Society
of Friends. So you can see that the city
is well churched and the 130,000 inhabi
tants have no excuse for the lack of
churches to attend. The principal Meth
odist church, (and by the way Bro, Jones I
preaches there to-night and Bro. Small
at Music Rink), is the Metropolitan.
This fine structure is opposite the St.
Michaels Cathedral, and is situated in
the centre of Magill Square, between
Bond and Church streets, the square
having a frontage of 248 feet by 552 feet.
The architecture is of early French style,
and is an ornament to the city as well as
a credit to the Methodist’s. The material
used is white briek, relieved with cut
stone dressing. The dimensions of the
main building is 72x128 feet, the
chapel in the rear being 63x63 feet, over
which are large and commodious class
and committee rooms. In front of the
church is a massive tower 29 feet square,
and 180 feet in height to tops of pinnacles;
on either side, at the juncture of the
main building with the chapel, are two
smaller towers 16 feet square by 122 feet
high. The roof is covered with slate of
variegated bands. The church will seat
comfortably 1,800, but will contain 2,500
persons. This will give your readers
some idea of the churches, and in my
next I will endeavor to point out some
others. Toronto is known as the “Queen
City of the West,” and was once known
by the name of “York” the site select
by Lieut. Goy. Simcoe in May, 1793, and
wason law and marshy ground, and for
many years was familiarly known as
“Muddy York.” In 1812-1815, the town
was sacked and partially destroyed by the
American forces. Time, however, oblit
erates old scars, and the Toronto of to
day shows no sign of that early conflict.
On the 6th of March, 1834, Sir John Col
borne was at the head of affairs, the town
was incorporated and the name of York
dropped, and Toronto (the original name
of the place) substituted. The meaning
and derivation of the word “Toronto” is
still a matter of doubt. Some authors
contend that it is the Huron termfor “the
place of meeting,” others assigning to it
“trees rising out of the waters.” Toron
to has many fine business blocks and
handsome residences, together with nu
merous public and charitable buildings,
some of which I may be able to mention
in ray next. The assessed value of prop
erty (1886) is about $73,000,000. The
streets are spacious, well laid out and
regularly built. This will have to do for
letter No. 1. Uncle Max.
A STRICKEN SECTION.
Three Towns Swept Out of Existence —
Heartrending- Effects of It—Ter
rible Tidal Wave.
A terrible tidal waxe inundated Sa
bine Pass, Radford and Johnson’s Bayou
in Texas last Friday night, and swept
these towns out of existence. Over 200
lives are reported lost, and all of tho
details are of the most heart rending
character. Not a vestige of Sabine Pass
remains, and but little if anything of the
other two towns. From the particulars
related it must have been a night of
indescribable terror to the unfortunate
inhabitants. Quantities of cattle and
other valuable property was lost. The
people who were saved are in abject
want, and appeals for their relief are
sent out by the Mayor of Beaumont,
Texas. A ridge or elevated dump about
five miles in length, it is said, literally
swarmed with snakes, wild cats and
other wild and dangerous reptiles and
animals which sought refuge from the
running waters. The following are a
few of the strange and terrible experien
ces and particulars presented by the
Associated Press telegrams:
“To give some idea of the velocity of
the wind, a silver spoon was blown from
the residence of William Harris a dis
tance of twelve miles.”
25 MILEB ON A FEATHER BED.
“Mrs. Otto Brown floated twenty-five
miles on a feather bed. She had her
child with her but it got benumbed and
died in convulsions. During its strug
gles it knocked the mother into the
water, but the waves pitched Mrs. Brown
back on the bed. She was finally found
in a little inlet and was saved.”
THE PROPERTY LOSS COMPLETE.
The damage to property can only be
estimated by the value of the town, for
all is lost. The Sabine and East Texas
railroad is washed out for a distance of
ten miles. The ties have floated off and
the rails are twisted like wire from the
effect of the great hnrricane. Millions
of dead fish were cast up by the waves,
and thousands of birds also strew the
ground.
A young woman, in a perfectly nude
state, was found roaming around on the
prairie yesterday five miles from Sabine.
She was demented and could not tell her
name. When the government tugboat
Penrose reached Sabine Pass yesterday
Columbus Martee was found rowing
around the delta looking for the bodies of
his family.
A HEARTRENDING EXPERIENCE.
He said: “Myself, wife and three
children were clinging to a floating roof
which was gradually breaking to pieces.
One of the little ones went and then
another. I was holding the youngest,
and soon my wife said: “Good-bye,
husband, I am going.’ I could not
reach ber. A piece of the roof support
ing her broke off and she sank before my
eyes. I held on to the youngest child
(named Pearl) some time longer. The
child, addressing me, said: ‘Papa, I’m
tired; won’t you walk with me?’ The
piece of roof 1 was on was now crumb
ling to pieces. I told the little one to
kiss me. She put both ner little arms
around my neck, gave me a big squeeze,
and just then a wave dashed us off, and I
saw her no more. Great God! why
didn’t Igo down, too?” He was press
ed to go on board the Penrose, but refus
ed, saying: “Here, among these lagoons
are the bodies of my wife and children,
and here I will stop until I can find
them.”
BEYOND DESCRIPTION.
No tongue ean tell how the people
have suffered during the past few days.
In many cases the dead ones are consid
ered the lucky ones. Late reports from
Johnson’s Bayou bring the terrible Intel
ligence that 85 persons are now known
to have been lost in that settlement, and
it is greatly feared that the list will be
swelled to 100 or more, thus making the
total number of victims by the hurricane
fully 200.
Reliable information from Johnson’s
Bayou arrives slowly, all the roads being
impassable, and only two boats are run
ning to that section. The destitution of
the survivors, of whom there are over
1,000 around Johnson’s B iyou and Rad
ford’s village, is described as something
awful. They lost everything, and are
without food, drink or clothes.
Excitement in Texas,
Great excitement has been caused in the vi
cinity of Paris, Tex., by the remarkable re
covery of Mr. J. E. Corley, who was so helpless
he could not turn in bed, or raise his head;
everybody said he was dying of Consumption.
A trial bottle of Dr. King’s New Discovery was
sent him. Finding relief, he bought a large
bottle and a box of Dr. King’s New Life Pills;
by the time he nad taken two boxes of Pills and
two bottles of the Discovery, he was well and
had gamed in flesh thirty-six pounds. Trial
Bottles of this Great Discovery for Consumption
free at D. W. Curry’s Drug Store. 2
A large assortment of Clocks, including
the Ithica Calendar clock, at less than
half the price of those peddled through
the country at Turner & Baker.
CANADA AROUSED.
A Graphic Pen Picture of the
Work of the Great Evange
list in Toronto.
BRIGHTER THAN MOODY. SAM.
JONES SPINS THREADS OF QUAINT
TRUTH AND STIRS THE CANA
DIAN HEART.
A Manly, Aggressive Christian Preacher.
INTENSE INTEREST AROUSED.
The Toronto Canada Telegram of the
9th inst., has the following graphic and
readable report of Rev. Sam. Jones and
his work. It is written from an entirely
impartial standpoint .and clearly shows
in a most interesting manner the wonder
ful power of our great preacher.
Six electric lights blinked their brightness
down on the crowds hurrying through the pine
doors of the Mutual street rink that swung back
at seven last night. Troops of ushers with their
calling blazed in black letters on the blue
badges pinned to their coats welcomed the in
coming host. They led their charges to front
seats, pointed them to the galleries, or gently
speeded them into rearrows of chairs that seem
ed several townships off from the platform.
The ushers were marshalled by their chief,
Aid. J. B. Boustead, who wore a bigger badge
and a brighter smile than his assistants. The
rink was full at 7:30; it was crowded at 7:45,
and at 8 eager auditors were planting camp
stools on the open floor and back galleries, jvhere
the ear could hear, but the eye could see only
the sloping sides of the platform or the forest of
heads nodding in the vast square before the
speakers’ stand.
IT WAS A MIGHTY CONGREGATION.
All the chairs were full and hundreds stood on
the back benches up-stairs and rested them
selves againt the girders as they listened to the
singers in the choir. The choristers sit on a
chain of slips that slope up from the platform
to the edge of the east gallery. The tenors and
hasses hold the upper rows and lower down
the brighter raiment of the sopranos and altos
shine out between the cloud of tweed suiting
above and the solemn edging of clerical black
below. Near the little cabinet organ Professor
Maxwell, the leader of the choir, sits. He is a
gentle enthusiast. While the preaching lasts he
rests calmly in his chair. But when there is
harmony needed he starts up. While the or
ganist plays the first bars of the hymn tune the
profe isor overlooks his followers, gives out the
number in an undertone and wakes them up
with a quick wave of his eloquent right hand.
He keeps the hand going until the last echoes of
the chorus are throbbing in the airy stretches of
the rink. On the flat platform before the sing
ers
ARE BENCHES FOR THE MINISTERS
in sympathy with the work. Methodist divines
surrounded the evangelist last night. Rev. Dr.
Sutherland rested his head on his
hand and his elbow on the arm of a settee. He
was dignified and solemn, aad if the preacher’s
humor flashed in on him it did not shine out
again on his countenance in the smiles that
lighted the faces of the brethren around him.
Rev. J. E. Starr, of Berely street, was too
pleased with the sermoa to sit up straight. He
leaned forward and nodded cheerily at the
sharply pointed observations of the Rev. Sam.
Jones. Pastor Stafford, of the Metropolitan,
pressed his shoulders against the back of the
bench and Rev. Hugh Johnston flitted about be
tween the floor and platform. Dr. John Potts
sat close to the preacher’s chair and emphasized
the strong points in the discourse with sonorous
amens.
The reading of the Scripture lesson was fin
ished, and the choir was singing the hymn *‘Oh
Cavalry, Dark Cavalry ”
WHEN REV. SAM. JONES STEPPED UP
the stairs and walked quickly across the plat
form to the vacant chair beside Dr. Potts. His
slender frame was dwarfed by contrast with the
length and breadth of the Elm street divine.
But when he stood out before the great congre
gation the audience recognized in him a typical
American. The straight hair, the keen eyes
that light up a swarthy face, the suit of wordly
cut but clerical color, and the toothpick shoes all
stamp him as a man distinct from the surround
ing community. He talks with a drawl, not af
fected but natural. When he faced his hearers
last night he said, “Prof. Excel will sing ‘Bel
shazzar’s Feast;’ I’m sorry he has such a bad
cold. It’ a cross for him to sing, but must Je
sus bear the cross alone, and all the world go
free?’ ” Out of the announcement of the Satur
day and Sunday services he spun a thread of
quaint truth. “We want the railway men and
city workmen here at the men’s meeting at sev
en o’clock Sunday evening. You Christians go
and
TELL THE WORKMEN ABOUT IT.
Go to their shops and let them hear of it. Some
of us want to remember that the workmen are
our brothers. If Igo to one in my hand need I
want to take something in my heart that will do
his soul good and something in that
will do his body good. Religion is good for the
soul and body and if you have the right kind in
your hearts von will see that your neighbor in
distress is what has good for his body.”
The remembrance of Moody’s addresses in the
Metropolitan two years ago forces a popular
comparison between the platform efforts of the
two American revivalists, Sam. Jones is a dif
ferent man from Dwight L. Moody. He differs
in thought, manner, method and presence. But
they both preach the same gospel. Moody’s
kindly earnestness finds the straightest road to
hearts that his words awaken to a sense of sin.
He stirs people without seeming to know it.
But the Georgia preacher apparently feels that
he has to work or there will be no awakening. He
is a brighter man than Moody. His sayings are
sharper, but even the most pointed of these are
dull when companed to the
EXCEEDING KEENNESS OF HIS ASSAULTS
on the human agencies of the world, the flesh
and the devil. Moody is not a denouncer but a
persuader. That Rev. Sam. Jones is a manful,
aggressive Christian preacher, these portions of
his last night’s sermon will show
The Text— ll Peter, 1 chap., 5 to the 11 verse:
And besides this giving all diligence, add to your
faith, virtue, and to virtue, knowledge, and to
knowledge, temperance, and to temperance, pa
tience, and to patience, Godliness, and to Godli
ness, brotherly kindness, and to brotherly kind
ness, charity; for if these things be in you and
abound they make you that you shall neither be
barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our
Lord Jesus Christ. But he that laeketh these
things is blind and cannot see afar off and hath
forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.
Wherefore rather give diligence to make your
calling and election sure, for if ye do these things
ye shall never fall. For so an entrance shall be
ministered unto you abundantly into the ever
lasting kingdom of our Lord and Savious Jesus
Christ.
He said: The Christian’s life is necessarily a
very busy life. Many of us are like the man
whose boy said, in reply to a question, that‘‘his
father was a Baptist, but was not busy at it
much.” (Laughter.) A good many of our boys
would be able to make the same reply if they
were asked the same thing about us. You know
lots of big things, of course. A little fellow has
found out that there is no God and no hell, and
he never read 100 pages of good literature in his
life. He can sit in tne church and pick out ev
ery grammatical and rhetorical error of the
preacher. I expect already he has said:—“Ah,
Jones has dropped his grammar, there!” Well,
old fellow, I want you to remember every time I
do that I drop to the level of the audience.
A HIT AT THE SCIENTISTS.
A man is not a sinner because he is an infidel;
he is an infidel because he is a sinner. I never
saw a man that did not believe in hell, but he
was heading that way. right straight. A fellow
once said to me, “Science is about to demon
strate that there is no hell.” I said, “How long
before the exploring party will be back to re
port:'” (Laughter.) “Den’t know.” I said,
“When they come back let me know. I want to
be on hand when they make their report.”
About hell, what it is, and where it is, and how
it is; there isn’t a little negro baby in the
South six months old but what knows as much
about it as the grandest scientist on this earth.
Science ought to deal with the past and the
present, but whenever she soars out into the fu -
ture she eomesout like your Wiggins did the
other day. (Laughter ) The greatest blessing
that ever crowned an American or Canadian
church is a preacher that is not afraid of man or
the devil. If there is anything this old world is
crying for it is peace, peace, where there is no
peace. Down in the States when they arc
choosing a preacher a name will be proposed
and half a dozen men will jump and say, “Is he
prudent? Is he conservative? Is he careful?”
Do you know what the English of that is? It is,
“Is he a pusillanimous puppy, and can we run
him?” (Laughter.) If he ain’t we don’t want
him. (Laughter.) Now, of course, that is not
true in Canada, but how long before it will cross
the line?”
WHISKEY, WINE AND BRANDY.
After an earnest exhoritation as to the evil of
drunkenness and the prevalence of intemper
ance he continued on this topic:
There ain’t enough money in Toronto to hire
me to take a drink of whiskey, wine, brandy,
lager beer, or anything else that a thousand gal
lons of it at once would make a fellow drunk.
I know that these things are God’s worst ene
my and the Devil’s best friend. 1 was preaching
in Baltimore, and I lammed in a few hard licks
right along this line, and I put them to a vote
and two preachers didn’t get up. I found out
afterwards those two preachers were taking a :
little wine for their often infirmities and for thei j
stomach sake too. Bretheren, the truth that we
don’t touch it at all is the proof that it is wrong
and let us fight it till we die. (Applause.)
Speak out! Speak out! Courage! It takes
more grit, and I speak from experience, to fight
whiskey than to do anything else this side of
perdition. I turned my guns loose on it in my
own town. We had prohibition, but they were
selling liquor clandestinely, and were causing
trouble in our town, and I said to the liquor
men. “I’ll see every man of you go to the chain
gang or to jaP, or I’ll go there myself.” Dyna
mite was placed under my buggy house and it
was blown up. The next day on the street they
were saying. “If he opens his mouth again we
will put dynamite under his dwelling and blow
his wife and children into eternity.” That is
like them. You may say what you like about
barkeepers being gentlemen, but if I wanted to
muster an army of the lowest-down minions
that ever disgraced the world I would beat the
long roll in the barrooms of this country, and I
could muster an army that the Devil himself
wouldn’t let in hell unless they disorganized and
came in one at a time. There was not enough
dynamite put at Hell’s Gate out in the ocean
there to blow my mouth shut. They may blow
me into eternity; But I will die fighting and
denounce it till I’m dead. I will. I went to my
home and told my wife what they said. I saw
my wife’s color rise to her face. Her memory
went back to thirteen years before, when she
was a drunkard’s wife and my home was deso
late, and with a devotion born of her love she
said. “Husband, speak out, speak out. If they
blow us into eternity, I’d as soon go to heaven
by the dynamite route as any other.” (Loud
Applause.)
HE MAKES AN APOLOGY.
After announcing that the services to-day will
begin at 3:30 p. m. and 7:30 p. m.; Sunday, to
men only, at 7 p. m., and at3:3oto a mixed au
dience, he said: I have an apology to make to
you. I said this afternoon that if you couldn’t
stay till the meeting was over you needn’t stick
your carcass in here. That word carcass is a
very strong word. It means a lifeless body.
But a fellow can be acarcas when walking about
as far as religion and duty to God are concerned.
That is a strong word. I beg your pardon for us
ing it, because I didn’t know your rules up
here. I understand first-class people will run
out of church before the benediction to strike a
street car. Bless your soul, honey, I didn’t know
you all did that way. We don’t do that down
South. The colored people don’t do that. I
beg your pardon. If you want to jump up
ana run out go right on. Run as far as the door.
You can’t get any further. And let’s come here
and say we will change our programme, because
the preacher ain’t used to our ways. We will
sit till the benediction is pronounced, or we will
stay at home. Isn’t that a good idea? I believe
you are going to see things iu this rink that will
make you say: Well, well, well; I never ex
pected to see such things in Toronto.
THE AFTERNOON DISCOURSE.
A large audience gathered in Mutual street
rink yesterday afternoon to hear the second ser
mon of the great revivalist. After announcing
his text, “Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust
also in Him and He shall bring it to pass,’ he re
ferred to the different denomiuations and said:
I am a Methodist preacher, taking my appoint
ment like any other Methodist
preacher—but I have known evangelists that
were ashamed to tell which church they belong
to: at least they never would tell it. If anybody
asks you what lam tell them I’m a Methodist
from head to foot all over* I’m not ashamed of
it, and I can’t say I’m proud of it. I’m a Meth
odist just like I’m a Jones. I was born both and
am no more responsible for one than I am for the
other. And I have no ecclesiastical bigotry
about me either. The fact that I’m a Methodist
demonstrates the fact that I must be religious.
Now, the Catholic church has its Pope; the
Presbyterian church has its starch, its dignity
and its education; the Baptist church has its
water. But if we poor Methodist haven’t got
religion we haven’t got a thing in the world to
run on. Have you ever noticed that? I said to
a good Baptist preacher once—he was wonder
ing why I didn’t come liis way and be
come a Baptist preacher, and I said to him,
“Well brother, if my mother and yours had
swapped babies when we were twelve months
old you would have been a Methodist preacher
and I would have been a Baptist preacher, and
that’s all about it.”
AN ILLUSTRATION.
Later in his discourse the preacher illustrating
the words “commit thy way to the Lord.” said:
—I walk down to a livery stable this afternoon
and I say I want a horse and buggy. The horse
is hitched and driven to the front door, and the
livery man places the lines in my hands. The
moment he does so, he commits the horse to me.
The horse doesn’t want to go anywhere in par
ticular, but he will go where I want him to go. I
alt in the buggy, when I chick to him he starts.
If I pull on the right line he turns to the right;
if I pull on the left line he turns to the left; if I
check him up straight he goes ahead; when I
clap him with the lines he strikes a trot, and
when I say “whoa” he stops. Now my horse
does what I want him to do. He is committed to
hand. Commit yourself to God, give the lines
of your life into His hands; when He pulls on
the right line turn to the right, when He pulls on
the left line turn to the left. If the Lord wants
you to go faster and slaps you the lines of His
providence, strike a trot; if He says “whoa,”
stop. That is exactly what “commit” means.
One old woman got mad because I compared
folks to horses. I thought the horse might get
mad, but never thought the folks would. I didn’t
as true as you live.
HIS USE OF SLANG.
If you are going along and you take the road
to the theatre you are the Devil’s dog. and you
needn’t say anything more about it. That is my
candid judgment. A fellow said to me: “Sam
uel, I should like you much better if you would
not use so much slang. You say dog and hog.”
I said, “Do you think that is slang?” What is a
slang phrase, anyhow? It is nothing but our best
thoughts boiled down rather strong. And I tell
you its get now, if you want to move a fellow,
you have got to get the strongest thing you can
ffn<i, and get at him with it. I have seen many a
woman turn up her hose at me at church be
cause I used slang, and I have said to myself
‘*sou had better turn up that nose at the drunk
ok boy or that licentious husband of yours.” I
tißVe seen many a woman turn up her nose at my
slang, and I have said “the devil’s got a mort
gage on that nose, and some day he’s going to
foreclose it and the whole gal with it. (Laugh
ter.)
CURT, CRISP AND CONCRETE.
If the devil ever puts his foot upon a womon
once, she never gets up any more.
I believe it takes more religion to sit still and
see another fellow do a thing you wanted to do
and couldn’t, than to do anything else under the
sun.
I want a growing faith.
The most contemptible kind of faith is that
so rt that runs about with its mouth open and
BaySj “Lord give me something.”
I like to see the cross fences in the church pas
tures taken down. I like to see the Presbyterian
come over in the Methodist pasture a while and
the Methodist go over and feed on the final pre
servance grass a while. Somehow or another
when they come back they stick better.
Selfishness is the poorest thing a man ever in
vested in a Christian movement.
Good Lord, make us so earnest fighting the
devil and sin that we will forget which our
cnurch is.
The greatest blessing that ever crowned an
American or Canadian church is to have a ‘game’
preacher that is not afraid of man or devil.
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MILL FOR SALE!
On the first Tuesday in November next, before
the Courthouse door, in Cartersville, will sell to
the highest bid the
Parrott Mill Property,
On Pine Log creek, in Bartow county, contain
ing one hundred and ten acres, with all the milt
machinery and other improvements. Ma
chinery, dam, etc., in good condition.
This property has splendid water power and is
well located. One-half cash, balance in twelve
months, with interest at 8 per cent.
TITLES PERFECT.
JOHN S. HOLLINSHEAD,
523-6 t Newnan, Ga.
Pametto, Ga., Sept, 24,1881.
I certify that on the 19th of September I com
menced giving my child, 20 months old, Smith’
Worm Oil, and the following day 23 worms were
expelled from 4 to 10 inches long.
mohlS S W. LONG.
Bull's Show!
Has gone out of reach, and 8. L.
VANDIVERE has come back to
stay, andean sell you anything you
wish in the Furniture line at bottom
prices.
S. L. Vandivere
Makes good Carpets at low prices a
specialty. Don’t forget it when you
want to buy one or two or three.
IF A POOR MAN
Like President Cleveland could afford
to give S2O to the Charleston sufferers
any man can afford to buy Furniture
at Vandivere’s prices. Call and ex
amine his stock and prices.
If Ini Bit Sr
What you want when you come to
Vandivere’s Furniture Store, you
may rest assured that it is in the de
pot or on its way from the best
markets.
HEW KGISE ?
SEWING MACHINES
Makes the best stitch, runs the light
est, wears the longest, gives better
satisfaction, and more of it than any
other machine for the same money for
sale by S. L. VANDIVERE.
NORTH GEORGIA
Cheap Furniture House.
S. L. VANDIVERE, Proprietor.
m6-ly CARTERSVILLE.
Notice to Bridge Contractors.
GEORGIA, Bartow County.
County Commissioners’ Office.
On Thursday, 21st October, 1886, at this oflice
will be let to the lowest bidder the following
Bridge work, to-wit:
The stone masonry for piers ana abutments for
bridge across Etowah River at the Madison Mi
lams’ Ferry, in said county, being about 100
yards. Also
The wood work or superstructure, to be a
wooden lattice truss bridge, to be enclosed, cov
ered and painted and located on above named
masonry. This bridge will be about 245 feet
long, being one span of 130 feet, and one of 115
feet, with about 90 feet of trestle work for ap
proaches.
Plans and specifications for said work on file
in county commissioners’ oflice.
All bids must be filed, sealed and endorsed
with name of bidder and the work hid for.
The bidders for said bridge superstructure
must include the cost of said work in full
—that is, making approaches and delivering
the bridge and approaches ready for travel.
No extra allowance for anything whatever
will be considered after bids are confirmed.
The contractors furnish all material for said
work.
The whole work as aforesaid from beginning
to completion to be subject to the supervision of
the board or their authorized agents.
Each bidder must file with bid the bond re
quired by law or the names of securities with
satisfactory evidence that such secureties will
sign the bond.
All the work aforesaid must be completed and
ready for travel on or by the Ist of February, 1887.
Bids will also be considered for wrought iron
bridges.
baid work will be paid for when completed
according to contract.
The right reserved to reject any and all bids.
This 28th day of September, 1886.
B. T. LEAKE,
A. A. VINCENT,
J. N. DOBBS,
JNO. P. LEWIS,
J. C. MILAM,
Commissioners Roads and Revenues Bartow
County, Georgia. $9.69
“Dick” Jones’
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READ IT!
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TO MY FRIENDS AND THE PUBLIC
-1 take this method of informing my friend*
that I have recently established myself in the
FANCY GROCERY and GENERAL MERCH
ANDISE BUSINESS on West Main street, next
door to Norris & Jones’ warehouse. My goods
are fresh and have been bought for cash, thus en
abling me to sell them low. Would respectfully
ask ail of my friends to call and see me. All I
ask is a trial and 1 will convince you that I
mean business and will treat you “fair and
square.”
RiioKard Xu Jones,
CARTERSVILLE, - - GA.
September 23, 1886.
TAX COLLECTOR'S NOTICE.
Of Bartow County.
I will be at the following named places on the
days mentioned below for the purpose ofCollec
ting State and County' Taxes lor the year 1886.
Rate per cent.—ten dollars on the thousand.
Cartersville—October 18, 30; November 11,30;
December 6,7, 8,9, 10, 11.
Allatoona—October 20; Novembers, 15.
Stamp Creek—October 21; November 2,12.
Wolf Pen—October 22; November 1,13 t
Pine Log—October 25; November 6, 22.
Sixth District—October 26; November 8, 23.
Cassville—October 29; November 5, 27.
Adairsville—October 27; November 9, 24.
Kingston—October 28; November 10, 26.
Euharlee—October 19; November 4,16.
Hall’s Mill—November 25.
Ligon’s Chapel—November 17.
Taylorsville—November 18.
Stilesboro—November 19.
McCanless’ Mill—November 29.
As I have put the time off as late as 1 possibly
could, I hope every tax payer will pay up
Sromptly as A. fas. will be issued after theabovd
ates have expired. B. A. BARTON.
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