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LETTER FROM THE CAPITAL.
Rniuirkt on Iho Htute Hon*** —A Funny
Comparison—Convention.
Atlanta, Ga. January 26, 1877.
To the Editors ok The Sun :
■ On yesterday, the Speaker gave notice
that there must be no applauding or stamp
ing in the House or galleries, as the build
ing was thought to be unsafe and had set
tled so much the day before that the doors
of the offices below could not be shut. It
is ’ sgid one thousand dollars was spent
last year in puttying and plastering up the
cracks in the building. To-day the House
passed a resolution clearing the galleries,
for fear the weight might cause a tumble of
the ’building. They arc removing all the
old books, papers, &c., from the Library.
If the sessions are continued bo held in this
miserable old rookery, there will be a
wholesale slaughter before many years.
• The House is now debating the Conven
tion, which I think will pass. The first
thing the Convention ought to do is to have
the Capital removed to Milledgeville, where
the State owns a good State House, Gov
ernor's Mansion, <&c., all in good order.
This miserable concern in Atlanta is just
about as suitable for a State House as Hell
would be for a powder house.
I At 12 M., to-day, both houses met in
joint session to ballot for Senator. Ben
Hill is elected—but not by any help from
tne. * Yours truly, Senex.
ltiiflit at Last.
Detroit Free Press.
Yesterday morning a stranger from up
the lakes entered a saloon on Lamed street
and invited three men to drink with him.
M hen they had turned their glasses up he
asked what was to pay, and the barkeeper
said it was ten cents apiece.
| “All right. Four times ten are fifty
six, and here’s the cash,” responded the
in an.
The saloon keeper didn’t want to take
(I at forty cents, but the stranger insisted
gthat the bill was fifty-six, paid it, and went
lotf happy. He returned in half an hour,
las he re-entered the place, the proprietor
freinarked :
“ Ah, I thought you would soon discover
your mistake.”
** I’m a poor man, but as honest as the
■colic is annoying,” replied the stranger.
1“ 1 didn’t pay you enough. Four times
■ten are sixty-three, and here’s the balance
lof your money.”
The man wasn’t drunk, and he seemed
fto be so decided that the barkeeper re
ceived the additional seven cents, saying,
however, that he stood ready to accept
forty cents for hi,s bilL The man wenLuot,
again, but in less than an hour he came
back, gave the door a heavy kick, and as
he entered called out:
“ You arc a nice old swindler, you are !
[You knew I didn’t figure that right, and
lyet you let me go out of here and didn’t
make me good ! ”
“ 1 only wanted forty cents,” mildly re
plied the saloonist.
“And you won’t get it! I see now
where I was wrong. Four times ten are
twenty-seven, and two to carry makes
twenty-nine, and if you don’t give me back
the right change I’ll make your shoulders
break your ribs !”
“ You are wrong again, my friend,” an
swered the saloonist. “ Four times —”
“ I’m wrong, eh !” howled the stranger,
drawing off his coat and kicking one of his
boots across the room.
The disgusted proprietor handed him
back all his money, and was glad to get
rid of him at that figure.
Ail Accommodating Clerk.
Scene I. —French’s Hotel. Time, mid
day. Fat hotel clerk, brushing his dia
mond stud with a feather. Enter young
man in a hurry. lie writes on the regis
ter. ‘’John Green, Harrisburg, Pa.”
Young Man.—l “ I shall take a room this
evening. Some bundles may be sent here
for me this afternoon. If the charges are
not more than $5 pay them.”
Exit young man in a hurry. Clerk stiffly
bows and continue to brush his diamond
stud with a feather.
Scene ll.—Time, one hour later. Enter
a small boy with heavy, oblong package.
He struggles up to the counter, and says :
“ A bundle for Mr. Green. The charges
arc $3.50.”
Clerk drops the feather, and permits the
diamond stud to dazzle the small boy’s
eyes. Then he takes the bundle, and pays
the small boy $3.50.
Scene lll.—Time, the following day.
Fat clerk scratches his head with the
feather and thinks of Mr. Green, the small
boy, and the $3.50. Then he opens the ob
long bundle and discovers a brick-bat in
a paper box, with a note, saying: “ This is
the best Russian clay I could find.”
Clerk exclaims, “ Godelraity,” and the
proprietor of the hotel debits him with
$3.00.
Uoj’N 'Will Be IloyM.
Boys are boys, even so far away as Ma
dras. Some of the students of the College
at Vepery recently cut out the bottom of
the acting principal’s chair, and replaced it
in its frame rather ingeniously by means of
a few pieces of rattan. When the worthy
gentleman ascended the platform and seated
himself in the chair the bottom fell out,
and he was forced to assume a most angu
lar and awkward attitude. As soon as the
boys recovered from a delirium of convul
sive emotion, the good mqn set to work to
discover the offenders, but was astonished j
by the density of ignorance which was
manifested at every desk. He finally de- j
creed there should be no Saturday half
holiday until the mischief-makers were'
discovered. When Saturday came thirty I
*1.50 A YEAR.
cit the senior boys absented themselves.
On the following Monday the principal,
with vengeance in his eyes, gave every one
of the truants a tremendous thrashing.
■<•
lie Took Him In.
liridijet Smith's Paper.
A man was selling pocket-books from a
basket, Saturday, near the Capitol. Among
the crowd of lookers-on was a country
jakc, who gazed upon the morocco cases
with a longing eye.
“Only fifty cents apiece, gentlemen,”
said the man, as he held up a pocket-book
between his fingers, “and will hold all the
money you can scare up.”
“ Is they ginnerwine ?” asked Jake.
“Genuine Russia leather, warranted.”
“ Yer war’nt ’em, 1 spose. do yer?”
“ Yes, sir; you can buy one, and if you
find it not to be the real stuff, come back,
and, besides giving you your money back.
I’ll make you a present of the book.”
Jake paid the money and took the book.
About a half an hour afterward, he re
turned.
“ Say, Mister ; yer said this contrapshun
was ginnerwine lloosher. didn’t yer?”
“ Genuine in every respect!”
“ Yer said ef it wouldn’t hold all a man’s
money that you'd pay my fifty cents back
and gi' me the book !”
“ i certainly made such a remark.”
“ Well, gi' me my money. 1 went
’roun’ here to deems’ Bank, and John
Jeeras said it wouldn't hole five hundred
dollars of his money, an’ I'll be dad
swamped ef I don’t want my money.”
“ But I never said —”
“Never mind what yer said—l know
what yer said, an' ef yer don’t plank down
that fifty cents, I’ll knock the socks out’n
yer right here.”
Seeing that Jake was in dead earnest,
the man of pocket-books turned over the
money, and put a book down to profit and
loss.
llow to Ud Along;.
If you have a place of business, be found
there when wanted. No man can get rich
by sitting around stores and saloons.
Never fool iu business matters.
Have order, system, regularity, and also
promptness.
Do not meddle with business /tou know
Do not kick every one in yourpath.
More miles can be made in one day by
going steadily than by stopping
Pay as you go.
A man of honor respects his words as he
does his bond.
Help others when you can. but never
give what you cannot afford because it is
fashionable.
Learn to say No. No necessity of snap
ping it out. dog fashion, but say it firmly
and respectfully.
Use your own brains rather than those
of others.
Learn to think and act for yourself.
Keep ahead rather than behind the
times.
Wliy the Colored .llcmbcrs Voted lor Hill.
Atanta Sunday Herald.
Old Si was present when the final vote
for Senator was taken :
“ Yer see,” said he, explaining to some
darkies. “ When de Smif men ’gin ter
change onter de Hill side, I sot my eyes on
dein fo’ niggers whar is members ob de
House!”
“ An’ what dey do?”
“ Hat's what I wuz a lookin’ fer ter see.
When de changin’ come on dey seed whar
de win’ wuz blowin’ an 5 purty soon dey
cotch de idee !”
“ What war dat ?”
Dey fell on de winnin’ side an' got up
an’ say change dat vote onter Mister Ilill !”
“ A\ hat for, now ?”
“ Kase dey seed dat he was 'gwine in dey
wuz bringin’ dar ’sperience ter b'ar. When
a nigger gits one er two hard falls he larns
somefin, an’ dem fellers kno’d dat—an’
dat’s de reezin dat dey fell up ! Yer sees
de pint, now?”
Kules for Bully Ufe.
Do not express your opinion too freely
and decidedly when it differs from those
around you, merely for the sake of saying
what “I think,” when no good will be
done.
Try to give up your will and way to
others in trifles as well as in more impor
tant matters, except where principle is in
volved.
Do not complain of little discomforts,
but bear them cheerfully.
Try to avoid making disagreeable re
marks of any description, and make noun
pleasant comparisons.
Do not perform disagreeable duties with
a martyr-like air, but always cheerfully.
Do not indulge the idea that in a differ
ent position from the ofte in which God has
placed you, you would lead a better or a
happier life.
lve In a Fair Count.
A gentleman in Cincinnati, who has a
newly married son residing in Boston, re
ceived the following telegram :
“ Dear Father—Maria gave birth to
twins this morning. All well. John:”
Reply ; “ Dear John—l congratulate
you. * Give us a fair count.’ Father.”
HARTWELL, HA., WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 7, IST'.
Oirh or ili* I*ri<Ml.
BY K.
lU rittrn for The Sun
The following bit of choice rhyme was
composed by a young man, not far from
Hartwell, who parts his hair in the middle
and dyes his hair; so the young ladies need
not feel bad about it. If he was ns care
ful with his rythmic feet as'is with his own
his doggerel would be better proportioned :
The girls have got to bo
Wonderous things to me;
If one by nature be slender,
To add to her splendor,
Paper and cotton by the pound
Is used to make her plump and round.
Nor content with Nature's form,
She trys herself to adorn.
Composed of ingredients three,
Which we all can see —
Lily-white upon her face—
Magnolia—blotches to erase;
And paper—allow me to refrain,
For it is conspicuously plain !
To see her in this attire
Kills all our desire.
When out upon the streets,
Just hear the boys she meets,
For when her back she turns
Each heart with laughter burns ;
A great protuberance on behind,
A disgrace to womankind;
And full bloomed bust.
But with cotton stuffed.
Of tucks, cuffs and cotton lace
Consist the girls of the present race.
I wish Nature these appendages had given ;
To make them they would not have been
driven.
To young men let me say,
Beware of the girls of the present day.
They will entice you if they can
By manoeuver, trick or plan.
But time will soon reveal
'Tis for woe—not for weal.
You will find your lovely wife
Is not all flesh nor all life.
By a bunch of cotton and roll of paper
And waist with a little taper.
You have been won—
Trouble now begun !
APPEAL.
Young ladies, how can you assume,
And with such graceful air—
Like a jackdaw, with artistic plume—
Shine, but to fall in dark despair?
Love's ley Dreimi.
Detroit Free Press.
The other evening, as a patient police
man was pacing his beat on Howard street,
a young man passed him and ran up a flight
of stone steps and rang the bell. The offi
cer heard the door open, a young lady's
voice sing out, and he said to himself:
“ ’Tis love’s young dream.”
He was just moving on when another
young man approached, looked up at the
house, and in a sheepish way asked the of
ficer if he had seen anyone go in. He was
informed of what had occurred a moment
before, and he gasped :
“It was that sneaking chap from Cass
avenue !”
He walked on, and the officer walked;
but ten minutes later, the young man
climbed the stones steps with a pail of
water in his hand, and emptied its contents
over every stone. He was sitting on the
horse-block opposite as the officer came
back, meaning to stay there until his plan
unfolded or until he froze to death. He
didn’t freeze, but the water did.
In about ten minutes the door opposite
opened, two voices were heard for a mo
ment, and then the young man from Cass
avenue came down the steps on his ear, his
elbow, his shoulder-blade, his heel, or on
most any other part of the human make
up. He struck the side-walk, shot across
it to the gutter, and came to a stand-still
with his head in the snow. There was a
peal of laughter from the house as the door
shut, and the watcher on the horse-block
chuckled and remarked :
“ That heartless laugh was not uttered
by a woman who loves—l’m hunky !”
Five minutes later he carefully crawled
up the icy steps, and the good policeman
heard him cordially greeted, and mused:
“ Well, if there ain't more’n seventeen
ways of finding out if a girl loves you !”
Calumny.
The rules of politeness are never at vari
ance with the principles of morality. What
ever is really impolite is really immoral.
We have no right to offend people by our
manner or conversation. M e have no
right to be influenced by gossip about the
people we meet. Their private affairs are
none of our business. If we believe a
man to be unfit company for us, we must
not invite him ; but if we meet him where
he has been invited by others, we must treat
him with civility. It we know a man or
woman to be a grave offender we cannot
use that knowledge to injure him or her,
unless it is absolutely needful for the pro-
taction of others. The greatest and best
men in the world have been assailed with
calumny. The purest and noblest do not
always escape it. We cannot investigate,
as a rule; we must disregard all slanders.
Where great offenses become notorious,
the offenders must be excommunicated.
In all other cases we must give every one
the benefit of a doubt, apply charitable
construction, hope for the best, and, con
sider every one innocent until he is proven
guilty.
I’lirnuropliH of file Period.
She was seated by his side upon the sofa.
After an impressive silence with her eves
upon the carpet, she artlessly allowed nor
little hand to fall upon his arm. He imme
diately seized and pressed it, whereupon
she burst into a torrent of tears. Said lie,
“What is it, little girl?” Said she, “I
don’t know.” “Yes, you do, what is
it?” “I can’t tell 3 - ou.” “You must,”
“1 don’t want to.” “You shall.” “No
body loves me ; boo ! boo !” Yes, some
body does love you, too.” “No they do
not, “But you know somebody does.”
“No, I don't; nobody loves me.” Re
proachfully —“Now my dear girl, you know
better than that; you know there is one
who loves you very dearly.” Looking up
hopefully—“ Who?” “God loves you.
Good night, dear.”
A Lecturer once enumerated the qualifi
cations of a good wife in the following an
tithesis of “To be and not to be.” She
should be like three things, and yet she
should not be like those three things. First,
she should be like a snail, always keep
within her own house; but she should not
be like a snail, and carry all she has upon
her back. Secondly, she should be like an
echo, to speak when she is spoken to, but
she should not be like an echo, always to
have the last word. Thirdly, she should lie
like a town-clock, always time and regular
ity ; but she should not be like a town-clock,
to speak so loud that all the town may
hear her.
Frank Beard, the artist, while at dinner
recently, was told of a man in Nassau street
with three hands. “How is that?” asked
Beard. “ He’s got a little behind hand,”
was the reply. “ You are a more extraor
dinary man,” was the reply, “ for you have
two heads; you have a head of your own,
and you’ve got a-head of me.”
“ Mr 8.. did you sav, or did you not say
what I said you said, because *0 said you
said you never said what 1 said you said:
now if you said you did not say what 1
said you said you said, then in the name of
stars whatdiu you say?”
Sentimental youth—“Ah, Anna Maria,
you look to me like a daisy kissed with
dew.” Guilty party—“Oh John ! indeed,
it wasn’t a Jew; it was that Tom Stubbs,
and I told the idiot at the time every one
would find it out!”
A North Carolina farmer, to catch the
thieves who had been stealing his meat put
strychnine on one of his hams inhissmoke
housc. He has forgotton which one, and
the whole family dare not touch one of the
150 hams.
A gentleman meeting one of his friends
who was insolvent expressed great concern
for his embarrassment. “You are mis
taken, my dear sir,” was the reply. “ ’Tis
not I. ‘ ’tis my creditors who are embar
rassed.”
“Old Sam B . a carpenter of Trenton,
was engaged to build a fence, and was con
sulted as to the best material for posts.
“Locust, madam, locust; the darned stuff
will last a life time; I’ve tried um twice.”
A person was boasting that he was sprung
from a high family. “"V es,” said a bystand
er, “I have seen some of the same family
so high that their feet could not touch the
ground.”
A country lad had replied to an idle fel
low who had boasted lus ancient family;
“So much the worse for you ; as we plough
man say, the older the seed the worse the
crop.”
To catch mice —on going to bed put
crumbs of cheese in your mouth, and lie
with your mouth open, and when the
mouses's whiskers tickle your throat, bite.
If you have no cold victuals for the poor,
hungry tramp, don’t send him away with
out anything. Give him your mother's re
cipe for making oyster dressing.
There is much less chance of obtaining
money under false pretense than formerly,
probably owing to the difficulty of obtain
ng money under any pretense.
Rev. Edward Beecher says that men will
yet live to the age of 1 .INK) years; so we
shall probably sec the end of the present
Presidential contest after all.
“Charlie, my dear come here and get
some candy.” “I guess I won’t mind it
just now, mother.” replied young hopeful;
“ I’ve got in some tobacco.”
It cost the State 875 for the House to de
cide whether a Chaplain should be paid 8100
for a session.
An advertiser said he had a cottage to
let containing four rooms and an acre of
land.
Hint to young bachelors —Pay your hills
before you pay your addresses.
To get wrong things out of your child’s
head—comb it often.
A fall of live snakes occurred in Mem
phis the other day.
A legal tender—A lawyer minding his |
bab>.
BIOGRAPHY OF MOTHER GOOSE.
Nile Miih Horn In Riw<iim'liu<iUo, itml
l.liwl to ,\lii*|),|mo Years 01*1.
At the Christmas festival of the Sunday
School of the new Old South Church, Bos
ton, the Rev. ,1. M. Manning made an ad
dress, in the course of which he stated the
interesting fact that “Mother” Goose was
not a myth, but a veritable person, uud a
member of the old South Church. He said ;
There are many things in the history of
the Old South Church. Boston, which help
to make its name famous. There is one
thing which has not had the recognition it
deserves.
In the list of admissions for the venr 1008
occurs the immortal name of Elizabeth
Goose. 1 almost beg pardon of her mem
ory saving “ Elizabeth,” since, by the unan
imous verdict of the world, in hose heart
her name is enshrined, she is known as
“ Mother ” Goose. So, thou. Mother Goose
is no myth, us some have thought, hut once
lived in Boston, in veritable flesh ami blood,
as the records of the Old South Church
clearly show.
The maiden name of this venerable lady,
mother of us all, was Elizabeth Foster.
She lived in Charlestown—where she was
born—until her marriage. Then she came
to Boston, where her thrifty husband, Isaac
Goose, had a green pasture ready for her,
on what is now Washington street, and in
eluding the land in about Temple place.
She was his second mate, and began her
maternal life as stepmother to ten children.
These all seem to have been lively little
goslings, ami to their number she rapidly
added six more. One of these, her daugh
ter Elizabeth, became the wife of Thomas
Fleet. And hero is the fact to which wo
owe it that her name and fame spread
through the world. Thomas Fleet was a
printer, living in Budding lane, a place
whose very name had so savory a taste in
the dear old lady’s mouth that when Thos.
Fleet became a happy father she insisted
on going to live with him as nurse of honor
to his son and heir. No doubt she would
have been glad to save Rome, as certain
other geese once did with their cackling,
but, lacking the opportunity to do this, she
sang her ditties lrom morning till night,
“up stairs and down stairs and in my
lady’s chamber,” till her son-in-law T be
came sensibly alarmed at tli fertility of her
genius. Sing she must, however, for was
she not a poet, full of divine fire which re
fused to be quenched?
And now it was not a Roman Senate, but
a Boston printer, that her persistent music
awakened. A happy thought occurred to
Thomas Fleet, lie printed and sold songs
and ballads at bis printing-house in Bud
ding lane. Was it not a sign of something
good about to come to him that this pre
cious mother-in-law, with endless rock mgs
and lullabies, had put herself in his way?
He stopped asking the irresponsible song
ster to rock less, and urged her to sing
more. And while she sat in her arm-chair,
or shuffled about the room lost in sweet
dreams, he carefully wrote down what he
could of rhymes which fell from her lips.
Ilis notes rapidly accumulated, and jn a
little while ho had enough of them toinako
a volume. These he now printed, and
bound them into a book, which lie offered
for sale under the following title: “Songs
for the Nursery; or, Mother Goose’s Mel
odies for Children. Printed by T. Fleet,
at his Printing House, Budding lane, 171!*.
Brice two coppers.” This title page also
bore a large cut of a veritable goose, with
wide-open mouth, showing that the pro
verbial irreverence of sons-in-law is not a
thing of recent origin.
Such is the true story of Mother Goose.
Her little book started forth on its errand
It grew and multiplied with each new edi
tion. It made her dear name a household
word wherever it went. What shore or
fastness has it not visited? Where is the
home in which its loving rhymes are not
sung? It is one of the few books which can
not grow stale or Vie destroyed. Not Homer
or Shakespeare is so sure of immortal fame
as Mother Goose.
NUMBER n.
Hurt County IHrclry.
COUNTY OFFICE NS.
Ordinary —Fred. ('. Stephenson.
Clerk Superior Court —o. A. Webb.
Sheriff —W. A. Holland.
Tax ltoceiver —.l. M. Thornton.
Tax Collector —S. T. Fleming.
Treasurer —J. (). llobo.
Surveyor —ll ngl) McLane.
Coroner —lC. Phillips.
Schorl Commissioner —Clias. W. Seidel.
TOWN OFFICE lift.
Mayor —John 11. Skelton.
Secretary and Treaeurer •—W. V. Holland.
Oouricilmen —J. 11. Henson, John Peek, James TV.
Williams, J. 11. Scott.
Hart County llellKions Directory.
METHODIST.
Rev. XV. T. Norman, Pastor.
Jletheeda —lst Sabbath in each Month.
Hartwell —2nd “ and Saturday before.
Ml. /ion —2nd “ at 4 p. m.
Red wine —'ini
Macedonia —3rd “ at 4 p. in.
Providence —4tb “
Rev. O. K. MITCH F. IX, Pastor.
Cokesbury—’Ud Sabbath in each month.
Rev. John Quiixan, Pastor.
Fellowship —3rd Sabbath in each month.
BAPTIST.
Rev. 11. M. Barton, Pastor.
Sardis —lst Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly.
HartwcU —4th “
Rev. J. T. W. VKKXO.V, Pastor.
MiUtown —2d Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly.
Rev. L. W. Stephens, Pastor.
Hendry's —2d Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly.
Rev. JaMF.h 11. MrMriXEN. Pastor.
Ia ne —3rd Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly.
Heed CVeeA—4tb “
Rev. T. H. Boss. Pastor.
Cross Roads —4th Sabbath and Saturday before.
Rev. John D. 1 Adame. Pastor.
Cannon's —2d Sabbath and Saturday before, monthly.
Rev. J. R. EaKI.E, Pastor.
Sardis —2d Sabbath in each month.
Rev. Thomas Cri mes.
Shoal Creek —2d Sabbath and Saturday before, moTy.
PRESBYTERIAN.
Rev. John B. Morton, Pastor.
Pleasant Mill— 3rd Sabbath in each month.
All white ministers in the County, of every
denomination, are requested to send in their appoint
ments lor publication, tio ekarge whatever.