Memorial.
Whereas, it has pleased an infin
itely wise God to remove from our
camp hy death our beloved Com
mander, 11. .5. Cox, it becomes us,
his surviving comrades and survi
vors of the Lost Cans", to put on
recordsmie fitting recognition oi
his services and excellent eharactei
as a friend, comrade, citizen and
soldier
Major Cox was 70 years old, was
a man of line spirit, and was made
of the stuil out of which earth’s
heroes have been fashioned in all
ages of the world.
When the call came for deft nders
of our beloved Southland, he vol
unteered as a member oi Company
]}, Kith Georgia volunteers, and
went to Virginia, where lie partic
ipated in many of the great battles
of the war. In all those stirring
scenes of strife and carnage lie bore
himself as a cool, intrepid soldier,
exhibiting all those rare qualities
that lit men to command their fel
lows, and to lead them into “the
deadly and imminent breach.”
At Gettysburg, where his com
pany lost twenty-two men killed
and wounded from one shell, lie
received a wound that gave him
trouble, even on his dying bed- He
returned to his command in time
to take part in the great battles of
the following year, and boro him*
self as a boro during those dreadful
months when the Confederate sol
diers had to witness the dying agt -
nies of the purest and proudest na
tion that ever graced the earth with
its presence.
After the war be took up the
duties that confronted the Southern
people in their greatly altered and
fearfully humiliated condition, and
he did well and worthily his part
in the days of reconstruction, and
lie rejoiced in the sunshine of pros
perity that gladdened our land after
the vampires of the carpet-bag
period Had been shaken off and our
people bieathed more freely.
Asa citizen, friend, neighbor,
Christian, he was a man of mark, j
and commanded the respect and
esteem of all who knew him, and !
the affection of those who were in
timate with him. Ilis comrades
delighted to honor him as their
commander, and cheerfully accord- j
ed to him that precedence to which
his talents, character and achieve
ments entitled him. As long as lie
lived he was commander of his
Camp; and now that we shall see j
him no more this side the river;
be it resolved, i
1. That we mourn his departure 1
.•and our loss and that we shall
cherish his memory and try to copy
his virtues and excellencies in our
own lives.
2. That we shall try to make the
rising generation know something
~f his heroic du els hy speaking to
them, as occasion offers, of his gal
lantry at Gettysburg, Chancellors
wille, Cold Harbor, and many other
Moody fields, and we shall thus try
to instill into their minds son e
knowledge and love of the brave
men who for four years withet*od
the combined forces of many na
tions, and surrendered only when
all their resources were exhausted-
That tht‘ Winder News arid the
Jackson Herald l>c requested to give
space to this memorial.
J, W. Pkkky, j
H. \V, AKNoi.n, Corn,
j, \Y. Nowell, f
“What reason have you for think
ing that he’s a perfect gentleman?”
“lie must be. 1 had dinner at
his house, and neither his wife nor
daughter corrected him once.
Detroit Free Press.
A Home man has fasted 28 days
and affirms toe will eat no more un
til Gj?d commmands him to do so
Who blames him? The price of
food staffs is enough, and put us to
thinking.
MARRYING II FRANCE
Official Obstacles That Bar the
Way to the Ceremony
THE WORRIES OF A FIANCE.
He Has to Brave the insolence and thg
Indifference of the Civil Officers In
His Efforts to Accomplish the Neces
sary Preliminary Formalities.
Marr.viug in France is not an easy
matter. <>u the contrary, the civil of
ficers seem to employ ingenuity in pus
ting as many obstacles as possible in
the way of those who contemplate
mat ritnouy.
Take the case of a French citizen
who until recently resided in Hie
Might!) arrondissemeiit uf Paris, but
who removed to the Ninth and then
began to accomplish ilie formalities
necessary for his marriage.
Smiling and happy, as a man about
to wed should he. he presented himself
at the mairie of tlie Ninth ward with
the following documents, which be
laid previously obtained at tile mairie
of the Eighth arrondissement: His
hirth certihente. his discharge from the
army, the death certificate of his par
ents and the certificate of his first
marriage, for he had been married
once already.
On a Saturday afternoon at 4 o'clock
he called upon the functionary whose
business it is to attend to matters af
fecting the "etat civil.” Eying the vis
itor coldly, the functionary asked:
"What do you want?”
"To get married.” replied the other,
smiling.
"It's closed.”
“Beg pardonV”
“1 said it was closed—for marriages.
Come back on Monday or Thursday.”
“Why Monday or Thursday instead
of Tuesday or Friday? What reason?"
"Ilow should 1 know': And do you
think I care? It’s like that—that’s all
1 know.”
On the Monday Hie fiance returned,
lie had recovered his good humor and
his smile, and the first document he
handed to tlie employee at the mairie
was his hirth certificate, which had
cost him originally 2 francs.
"What’s that?” exclaimed the func
tionary, with an air of surprise, "it’s
too old.”
"What do you mean—too old?"
"I mean what I say. Your certifi
cate was made out eight years ago,
and it has been used already. 1 don't
want that. 1 must have one that is
uot older than three months.”
"But my birthday does not change,
and it is clearly indicated on this doc
ument, which is otlicial. Why do you
want one that is not more than three
months old?"
"Why? You are too inquisitive.”
The fiance was still smiling, but in a
rather faint hearted fashion.
“Where is your military memoran
dum book?" asked the employee.
"1 haven’t got one."
“What! You haven’t got one? And
you come here and expect to get mar
ried without a ’livret militaire?’ No;
you’re joking. You can’t lie serious.”
"Yes, i am. I’m an officer on the
reserve list.”
“Show me your mobilization order."
“That’s a secret order which 1 have
not the rigid lo show you. The army
regulations are opposed to it. Here is
my discharge. That is ail 1 cau show
you."
"All right; we'll see."
Then the fiance interpolated:
“Why must you have a military doc
ument ?”
“To show that you are really a
Frenchman."
"Isn't my birth certificate sufficient?”
"I have no time for discussion.
Where is the document showing that
your first union was dissolved?”
“Voici!"
"That's uot what 1 want. I must
have a copy of the act of transcrip
tion."
"The document I've just given you
cost me 2 francs at the mairie at Nenil-
Jy. Where must 1 apply for the other?
At N’euilly?"
"No. Ho to the registrar of the tri
bunal of the Seine."
The fiance made for the door, ran
downstairs and jumped into a taxi
motor. in a few miuutes he was at
the registrar's office.
•’Moiqdeur." replied the assistant
registrar, "the registers from Neuiily
have not come back yet. But you'll be
sure to find them there, and they'll he
able to give you all the information
you want."
Another tnximotor cab. and ten min
utes later tho distracted flatlet was at
the tuairie of Neutlly.
“Yes; 1 understand." replied the otti
cial after the visitor had explained
the object of his call. “But we can’t
give you what you want under forty
eight hours.”
”1 suppose 1 must wait,” said the
fiance.
Two days later, armed with n com
plete dossier, he returned to the malrie
of the Eighth arrondissement. Ills
smile had come back; lie felt that vic
tory was nigh.
“At last!” be exclaimed triumphant
ly as the functionary came forward.
“Prc got them all now.”
“Quite right." replied the other after
| a glance at the varlom. documents.
J "But did I understand you to say you
j wanted to be married on the loth?”
“Yes. that's the date."
"In that case I’m very sorry, mon
sieur. hut that does not leave us the
1 legal time in which to publish the
; banns. Yoti will have to postpone the
date of the ceremony."
Then the fiance's smile "came off"
for good, and I doubt whether he will
recover It before the wedding day.—
Paris Letter in London Post.
TYBURN TREE.
i
Lord Ferrers’ Tragic Journey to the
Famous Old Gallows.
Park lane was Tyburn :ane, and it
seems as if the gallows--described in
an old document as movable—-at one
time stood at ils east corner, it was
there the ferocious Lord Ferrers was
banged in 17tu for murdering Lii.s serv
ant.
Horace Walpole’s words paint the
picture well: "He shamed heroes. He
bore the solemnity of a pompous and
tedious procession of above two hours
from the Tower to Tyburn with as
much tranquillity as if he were only
going to his own burial, not to bis own
execution.” And when one of the lira
goons of the procession was thrown
from his horse Lord Ferrers expressed
much concern and said, "I hope there
will be no death today but mine."
On went the procession, with a mob
about it sufficient to make its progress
slow and laborious. Small wonder that
the age of Thackeray, with Thack
eray's help, set up its scaffolds within
four high walls. Asking for drink.
Lord Ferrers was refused, for. said
the sheriff, late regulations enjoined
him not to let prisoners drink while
passing from the place of imprison
ment to that of execution, great inde
cencies having been committed by the
drunkenness of the criminals in the
hour of execution.
"And. though," said he. “my lord, 1
might think myself excusable in over
looking this order out of regard to
your lordship's rank, yet there is an
other reason, which. 1 am sure, will
weigh with you. Your lordship is sen
sible of the greatness of the crowd.
We must draw up at some tavern. The
confluence would be so great that it
would delay the expedition which your
lordship seems so much to desire."
But decency—so often paraded by
those who outrage it—euded with the
murderer’s death.
"The executioners fought for the
rope, and the one who lost it wept, the
greatest tragedy, to his thinking, of
the day!”—London Sketch.
They Were Not Indians.
It is said that when the first Chinese
entered California the Indians were
very curious about them. A dispute
arose among some of them as to what
country the strangers might hail from
and whether or not they were Indians.
The Indians decided to apply tlie wa
ter test. One day a party of Indians
met a party of Chinamen approaching
a little stream. The strangers ap
proached tile bridge and started across.
The Indians, too, tiled across and.
meeting tlie Chinamen in midstream,
pushed two of them into the angry,
Bpooining current below. The test was
conclusive. They could uot swim.
They were uot Indians.
GOLD HIDERS.
The Aurohuacos of Colombia Worship
the Yellow Metal.
Infesting the snow clad slopes of
sun kissed Aborqueta. "tile Sentinel,”
one of the highest peaks in the Sierras
de San M-arta, in northern Colombia,
is one of the strangest tribes of In
dians known to ethnologists— the Au
rohuacos. Their name means "bidden
gold." or "gold hiders.” and that is
just what they are. They worship
the yellow metal, dividing their devo
tions between gold and the sun.
The Aurobuaco will do anything for
gold. Murder is nothing it it gains
him the tiuiest hit of gold. He works
for any kind of money. When he gets
enough silver or copper or paper mon
ey he changes it for gold and then
hurries with it to his mountain fast
nesses, there to hide it. and come back
for more. Why he wants it is impos
sible to say. No Aurobuaco ever was
known to part either with gold dust
or gold coin.
His neighbors, the Talemancas. are
wholly different. They regard gold or
emeralds, also found in Colombia, as
simply a medium of exchange for whis
ky or aguadienle. The Talemancu is
superstitious to an absurd degree and
wears a wild turkey's foot on a neck
lace as a talisman against sickness
and bud luck. He worships tire as the
cleansmg and redeeming god.
In this favored region is plenty oC
alluvial gold which only needs to be
taken out to make the republic of Co
lombia rich and powerful. But the
Aurohuacos spoil the best laid plans
of men who come there to mine. They
let men dig and dig and wear their
fiugers away washing the precious ye!:
low grains out of the earth, and theu
they murder the miners for their treas
tire. This has beeu done countless
times. Many’s the skeleton that whit
ens the sides of "the Sentinel."—New
York World.
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