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A COMPLIMENT TO HARTWELL.
It* Improvement*— Mijfli — Ho
tel*-The Him. Etc.
Mr. Thomas Cryraes, Editor of that Stir
ling, wide-awake newspaper, the 1 oerna
Herald , on his return from a visit to this
place, published the following very compli
mentary article regarding onr town and
County :
Hartwell, beyond all question, is one of
the most attractive villages in all the land.
Many improvements have been made dur
ing the last three or four years, two elegant
church buildings (Methodist and Baptist)
with a first-class school, under the manage
ment of l J rof. Looney, numbering about
one hundred pupils, will indicate the moral
and intellectual tone of the community.
HOTEI;
accommodations cannot be surpassed, as
vou enter the town Mr. Kobo upon the one
hand and Dr. Skelton upon the other
either of whom will make you feel that
vou are a guest at the Metropolitian Hotel
Sn Washington City, at least so far as the
best of fare and attention is concerned.
THE SUN
is the Hart County organ, published by
Benson & McGill, is a well gotten-up paper
and richly deserves the liberal patronage
which it receives. The merchants in Hart
well fully understand the power and use of
printer’s ink. and their wearied feet at
night coulirins their conviction that adver
tising helps to bring them custom. We
found Mr. McGill at the pilot's wheel hi
The Sun office, and after forming his ac
quaintance, and considering that he and
Mr. Benson are associated together in the
management of this paper, we could well
understand why The Sun is so successful
and popular.
HART COUNTY
is rapidly becoming one of the best Coun
ties in all this part of the State. Industry
is manifested on every hand, and \vc pre
dict-that Hart will ere long tako her place
among the most prosperous and highly fa
vored Counties of the State.
FARMER CHANDLER.
This old and highly respected citizen of
that County is now lying at his son-in
law's being literally eaten up by an incu
rable cancer. lie has been a member of
the Tugalo Baptist Association for fifty
one years, and during that period he has
only been absent from■ two meetings of
that body. In common with Mr. Chan
dler's many friends, we sympathize with
him in his severe afflictions.
COL. F. E. HARRISON.
We also had the pleasure of meeting this
enterprising and public-spirited gentleman.
He icsiKj at Aiupersonville, nine miles
northeast of Hartwell, where lie has re
cently put in operation new machinery for
the manufacture of cotton yarn ; which by
one process will convert seed cotton into
thread, which is said to be of a very supe
rior quality. Col. Ilarrison will soon send
samples of his yarn to the Toccoa mer
chants.
Pill in the Soap.
Bridgex Smith's I‘aper.
A boy down the street, who knocks
around a well known grocery store, stuck
a pin through the piece of soap, and then
chuckling to himself, awaited results. Din
ner time came, and the clerks proceeded
to wash their hands. AVhen it came Met
calfs turn, the soap had worn down to the
point, and when he counted ten long bleed
ing scratches on his hands, it struck him as
though there was something wrong with
the soap. Examination proved his sur
mises to be correct. He said nothing but
resolved on revenge. Going quietly to the
rear of the store, where the boy usually
deposited his dinner-bucket, he removed
the contents of the bucket and filled it with
a superb article of guano. Then he hid
the dinner and went home. AVhen the boy
came up from the cellar, where he had hid
himself laughing, till the tears rolled from
bis eyes, he proceeded to enjoy his noon
day meal.
It was fun to note the expression of dis
gust that swept over that young man’s
countenance when the aroma of that superb
article of guano wafted into his nostrils.
There wasn't any dinner for him in that
bucket, and his laugh gave way to bitter
regret. He went out and bought one of
John Peel’s Washington pies for a nickel
and make his dinner on that.
When he got back to the store, Metcalf
had returned. Seeing the saddened, mel
aneholly air that hovered about the boy,
Metcalf said :
’• Well, Tommie, inv’boy, you feel better
now since you had your dinner, don't you ?”
“Bully,” replied the boy, while his
stomach growled at the deception its mas
ter was playing.
“MustHafe enjoyed it very much after
so much hard work sticking that pin in the
soap ; or was it one of the clerks who did
it ?”
“I cannot tell a lie. Mr. Metcalf; it was
I who did it,” cried Tommie as he nestled
his chin in his shirt collar.
“ Come here, my boy ! Truth must have
its reward. There’s your dinner, eat it,
and when you go home to-night tell your
father that I’ve got another boy to take
your place.”
Then Tommie went home wondering if
there’s any gum in the maxim, “ Honesty
is the best policy.”
Bob Toombs.
Toccoa Herald.
Bob Toombs should be sent to the Con
stitutional Convention, of course, if there
is one held, says the Gainesville Southron.
We do not ditier with brother Lawshe as
to Toomb’s ability, could the General call
baok some twenty years ; but to say he is
a statesman now. is to denounce ever3 r re
cognized statesman m Georgia. Toombs is
an^cxtrcmist; he belongs to an old school,
$1.50 A YEAR.
of politicians which the revolution of years
have completely laid on the shelf. We
want practical, well balanced men as del
egates to the Convention no fire-eaters or
extremist need apply.
The Cider mill Use Children.
The presiding elder of a certain district
of Kentucky, in other years, was a New
England man, named Ilawkens. lie was a
genial, social, easy-going man. making
friends wherever he went, and if lie did not
display great erudition in his sermoning he
at least preached with spirit and with un
derstanding. On a certain occasion the
elder paid his first visit to an outlying set
tlement of his district, having been notified
that while there he would find quarters
with Brother Buford. The day was just
closing when he arrived at the dwelling of
Brother Buford, and his host, expecting
him, was on hand to receive and welcome
him, which was done right warmly. His
horse was given to the care of a servant,
and with his saddle bags upon his arm. he
followed his guide into the house, where he
was presented to Mrs. Buford, a pleasant
faced, smiling woman, in the prime of life,
who welcomed him in a manner that made
him feel at home at once. She took his
saddle bags, and gave him a seat, and
shortly with her husband sat down for a
chat.
The day was declining, and the night
creeping on, and as the candles had not yet
been lighted, tho low studded room, shaded
by the broad roof of the piazza, grew to
be quite gloomy as the oonversation pro
gressed. They had talked of the weather,
of the crops, of the progress of civiliza
tion, and of the spread of the Gospel, when
a door opened, letting in the grateful aroma
of broiling chicken and gridlq cakes, and
also, giving ingress to a bevy of children —
six of them. The elder, a little near sighted
at best, in the gathering gloom could only
distinguish that the children were all young,
part boys, and part girls. The foremost
was a boy, who came boldly forward, and
whom the elder caught by the arm.
“ Aha. my little one, what is your
name ?”
“Johnny Buford, sir.”
“ A fine boy, I declare !” And he kissed
the sturdy shaver upon the cheek. He
knew such things were pleasing to parents,
and then he was fond of children.
The next was a girl.
“ Now, rny little lady, what is your
name ?”
“ I'm Sissy Buford, sir.”
“ And I hope you try to be a good little
girl.” And he gave her a hearty smack.
And so he went through with the lot.
He heard the host and the hostess titter,
and he fancied that the good woman held
her handkerchief over her mouth, and that
the chair in which Mr. Buford sat shook
as though its occupant had an ague fit.
“ A fine lot of children,” declared the
elder. “ What treasures they are in a
household. Ah ! how 1 pity the man and
wife who are condemned to live on, year
after year, without blessed children. You
must be proud of your family, Brother
Buford, especially Johnny, he is just like
you.”
At this point Mrs. Buford could contain
herself no longer. The compressed hand
kerchief was of no avail, and her husband
uproariously followed suit.
The elder was astonished. What could
it mean?
Just then two servants entered, one to
bring lighted candles, and the other to an
nounce that supper was ready,
And then tfic good elder saw. There
stood the six children —beautiful children !
—their ebony faces gleaming in the candle
light like so many aces of spades !—little
woolly headed babies, every one ! Mr.
and Mrs. Buford had never had children
of their own. and they had petted these ju
venile darkeys until the jetty little rascals
had become as irrepressible on the premi
ses as so many favorite cats and dogs.
Mrs. Buford laughed again when she
saw the elder vigorously wiping his lips ;
but over the well filled supper table the
tide of feeling was soon turned to forget
fulness of the ludicrous faux pas.
Mrs. Buford said she had never noticed
the striking resemblance between Johnny
and Mr. Buford before.
This gave Buford the “ dry grins.”
The Agp of the Jfar.
“ I call you,” said a pompous councellor,
“to state distinctly upon what authority
you are prepared to swear to the mare’s
age?”
” Upon what authority,” said the ostler
interrogatively.
“ You are to reply, not to repeat the
question put to you.”
“ I doesn't consider a man's bound to
answer a question afore he's time to turn it
in his minu.”
“ Nothing can be more simple, sir, than
the question I put. I again repeat it:
Upon what authority do you swear to the
animal's age?”
“ The best authority,” replied he gruffly.
“ Then why such an evasion? Why not
state it at once?”
“ Well, then, if you must have it—”
“ Must! 1 will have it!” vociferated the
councellor, interrupting the witness.
“ Well, then, if you must and will have
it,” rejoined the ostler, with imperturba
ble gravity, “ why, then, I had it myself
from the.mare's own mouth.”
A. Simultaneous burst of laughter rang
throughout the court, and the judge on his
bench could with difficulty coniine his risi
ble muscles to decorum.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 11. 1877.
Only n Hnliy.
TO A LITTI.E ONE JUBT A WEEK OI.D.
Only A baby, ’thout anv hair
'Opt just a little fuxt here and there.
Only a baby, name you have none—
Barefooted and dimpled, sweet little one.
Only a baby, teeth none at nil ;
What are you good for, only to squall?
Only a baby, just n week old—
What are you here for, you little scold?
baby’s reply.
Only a baby ! what should 1 be?
Lots o’ big folks been little like me.
Ain’t dot any hair ! ’es I have, too,
S'pos’n I hadn't, dess it tood grow.
Not any teeth—wouldn't have one ;
Don't dit my dinner, gnawin' a bone.
What am I here for? 'at’s pretty mean;
Who's dot a better right, ’t ever you’ve
seen ?
What'm T dood for, did you say?
Eber so many tings, ebery day.
’Tourse I squall sometimes, sometimes 1
bawl;
Zey dassunt spant me ’tails I'm so small.
Only a baby ! 'es, sir, "at's so ;
'X if you only could, you'd be one, too.
’At's all I've to say ; you're most too old ;
Dess I'll dit into bed, toes dittin’ told.
lliiihl Times.
Correspondence Hume <t Farm.
Hard times is thcgeneral cry now among
all classes of men, all over the country.
But I am positive in saying that I believe
the “go ahead farmer” is the person who
1 feels less of these tight times than most
other men.
Of course there are tight times on the
1 farm as well as other places, because the
farmer’s produce sells low. But then
i everything, or nearly everything he has
!to buy is low as well as his produce. The
farmer's life should be one of cheerfulness
and independence ratb.r than anything
else ; but with farmers as other classes of
men. some will not be cheerfnl and inde
pendent. These men we might class as
the “ drones ” or “croakers ” of our land ;
(hey never look at the bright side of any
thing; they simply make themselves con
tented by trying to make others unhappy,
and by sitting and waiting for some great
event to turn up. that will enable them to
obtain money without much labor; and
my word for it. they will have to wait some
' time before they meet with such times as
I they would like to have.
You often hear such croakers kicking up
about politics, and declaring if this or that
man is elected to oifice we will have better
times. Of course we want our public of
fices filled with the best men. but no mat
ter who is elected unless you make some
effort to help yourself you will derive lit
tle benefit from the office-holder. My ad
vice to all croaking farmers is to stop talk
ing politics and let somebody else talk, and
beautify and make pleasant your home for
yourself and family.
I think if you will ask any successful
farmer how he pianaged to succeed as well,
his answer Will be, that he succeeded by
industry, economy. iMpsc bbservation, anil
perseverance. But often we hear people
say, they do not like farming because it i,s
so confining to young people. I dare say
it is confining, and so is any other business,
if you stick close to it.
II is not so much the confinement 'as it
is the want of perseverance, and the lack
of home comforts. Many a young man
who has left his country home and gone
forth to seek a situation in some adjacent
city, would never have dreamed of this if
he had only been supplied with plenty of
home amusements.
Parents should give their boys plenty of
tools and plenty of good reading matter,
and allow them time to have little social
gatherings and rustic amusements such as
fox-hunting, rabbit-chasing. I don't mean
by this the boys are to be all the time in
the w-oods tearing off their clothes, and
whooping and.yelling like wild men; but
have decent hunts, and hunt like gentlemen
ought to do.
1 think if all those croaking farmers who
are crying out “ farming don’t pay ” would
only keep their mouths shut and go to work,
times would be better. Let me say to
those croakers that no business on earth
will pay some men, because they are too
lazy to attend to it. Many a man has
started in life with his thousands upon
thousands of dollars and has spent it, and
is to-day a vagabond, or very little better ;
while on the other hand, men have started
in life without a dollar.and very little or no
education, and are now- worth their thou
sands and even millions.
There have been grumblers ever since
the world began—men who say if they
“only had money” they would “make
money.” And a great many of such men
have had golden opportunities to make
money and to succeed in life but they
have let them slip through their fingers
unnoticed by them. Let us all stop talk
ing of hard times and politics, and go
cheerfully to work and see if we are not
better paid than we are for grumbling arid
talking about hard times and “farming
don’t pay.” I hope some more sensible.
writer will take up tHis subject where I
leave off, and keep Lie ball rolling until
wo have rolled out nil grumbling farmers
and half-witted politicians.
And when this is accomplished, and the
: right kind of men gets behind the right
kind of plow (which I expect is the Avery),
then we may look for farming to pay, and
farmers to love their homes better than
; they do to loaf around the court house and
country store doors. Hoping what 1 have
said may not offend any render ot Home
and Farm, because 1 think all the readers
of the Home and Farm, have more sense
than to do and act as 1 have known some
people to do who are not readers of the
Ilonie and Farm, 1 remain,
C. M. N.
Jordan's Point, Prince George Cos., Vo.
Two Son no lit In Brooklyn.
The New York Sun has this to say of
two sermons recently preached in Brook
lyn. which may prove interesting to our
readers :
On Sunday, his exhibitions in the prov
inces having been concluded, Mr. Beecher
exhibited himself to a curious, admiring,
and hilarious audience in Brooklyn. He
seemed to be in an unusually jovial mood,
though he undertook to handle a very
grave, and, indeed, inscrutable subject,
| namely, “The Mind of Christ.” We
should imagine that a preacher who ap
proached the consideration of that theme,
and who was tit to treat it. would be some
what oppressed by the solemnity and diffi
culty of the task before him. But Beecher
had no such feeling, and entered upon the
discussion of the mind of Christ very much
as he might have essayed a cheerful and
funny lecture.
One of Beecher'R telling points was this,
which he sprung on the audience in dra
matic style : “ Gentlemen, did it ever oc
cur to you that God thinks about politics?”
Of course everything that concerns His
creatures is present to the Divine Ruler of
the universe, but neither Beecher nor nny
| body else knows what passes in Goa’s
mind, for His intellectual operations are
past finding out by mortal man. But we
Know, if we take the Bible as the record
of the Divine will, as Beecher assumes to
do. that adulterers and perjurers are an
abomination in His sight, and that the
oblation offered Him hy false nnd unclean
ministers of His Word is an offence to His
nostrils.
We suppose Beecher's acting must have
been very funny ; and if people" like that
sort of thing in a church, and in a discus
sion ot so serious and even awful a subject
as the mind of Deity, they can get it in the
church of Beecherism. Stealing money
from a bank is a great crime, but it is not
so great in its essence and in its baleful
consequences as stealing a man’s wife and
blasting his family.
A far better sermon was that preached
the same day. and also in Brooklyn, by the
Rev. Dr. Budington, the underlying pur
pose of which was to teach his hearers the
duty and the wisdom of making no com
promise with the wickedness of the Ply
mouth pastor, and the condonemont of it
by bis subservient church. Dr. Buding
ton "s sermon gives us the idea of an honest
and honorable man, who has a righteous
hatred of hypocrisy, and who grieves that
his denomination is weighted with a minis
ter whom he holds to be an adulterer and
a perjurer. Dr. Budington did not say
this in so many words, but that he felt it
we do not doubt, and we honor him for so
doing.
He said many good and manly things,
among them this :
“ Sidney, when required under pain of
death to deny his signature, said : k When
God places me in a dilemma that I must
either tell a lie or lose my life, I will die
rather than be guilty of a falsehood.’
Such a man never dies. He is coival with
the eternal truth for which he sailers. For
twenty years the inscription on the Moun
tain Meadows cross remained unfulfilled,
but last week the Mormon Lee. sitting on
his coffin with the bullets pouring into his
heart, furnished a striking instance of the
retributive justice with which God visits a
preference for expediency over right.”
We do not need to ask what was in the
mind of the preacher. That is as evident
as the sentiments we quote are true. Dr.
Budington also spoke with the right ring
w r hen he said :
“ Judges of whist say it is not those who
play best according to the rules of the
game, but those who play best to the false
pla -of others, that win most. I am not
a judge of whist, but I am a student of the
Bible, and my experience has been that he
who has least compromised with the false
play of life wins most and most certainly.
In the end the way of right is sublime
peace and everlasting blessedness.”
These words have a far wider application
than to the Beecher case only, and we
commend them to politicians, editors, and
men generally.
A Laundry Secret.
The following recipe for doing up shirts
will be found of use to many housewives :
Take two ounces of fine white gum arabic
powder; put it into a pitcher and pour on
it a pint or so of water; and then, having
covered it up, let it stand all night. In the
morning pour it carefully from the dregs
into a clean bottle, and cork it and keep it
for use. A tablespoonful of gum-water
stirred into a pint of starch, made in the
usual manner, will give to the lawns,
either white or printed, a look of newness,
when nothing erse can restore them, after
they have been washed.
SOME OF THE BIUUEST CHANTS.
A Bhli-Ii l I lit* “Tmll‘*l'* Nlurle* I*.
In a memoir read Indore the Academy of
Sciences at Hmien. \f. Lei’at trives the foT
lowing account of giants that are said to
have existed in different ages :
ProfAne historians have given seven feet
of height to Hercules, the first hero, and
in our day we have seen men eight feet
high. The giant who was shown in Rouen,
in 1831, measured eight feet some inches.
The Emperor Maximum was of that size.
Shenens and Platerus, physicians of the
last century, saw several of that statue,
and Horepius saw a girl who was ten feet
high. The body of Ortes, according to the
Greeks, was eleven feet and linlf; the giant
Galhnra. brought from Arabia to Rome,
under Claudius Ca'sar. was near ten feet
high ; and the hones of Secondrilla and
Tusio. keepers of the gardens nfSiillUst.
were but six inches shorter. Funnaui. ft
Scotchman, who lived in the time of Eu
gene 11. King of Scotland, measured
feet and a half, and Jacob Lo Maire, in hi*
voyage to the Straits of Magellan, report*
that, on the 17th of December, ltllo. they
found at Port Desire several graves covered
with stones, and having the curiosity to re
move the atones, they discovered human
skeletons ten and eleven feet long. The
Chevalier Scory, in hiss Voyage to the Peak
of Tentriffo, says they found in one of tho
sepulchral caverns in that mountain the
heat! of a Guancho which had eighty teeth,
and that the hotly was not less than fifteen
feet long. The giant Ferragus, slain by
Orlando, nephew of Charlemagne, was
eighteen feet high. Roland, a celebrated
anatomist, who wrote in 1614, says some
years before there was to be seen in the
suburbs of St. Germain the tomb of the
great giant lscret, who was twenty feet
high. In Rouen, in IfirtO, in digging hi the
ditches near the Dominicans, they found a
stone tomb containing a skeleton, whoso
skull held a bushel of corn, nnd whose
shin bone reached the girdle of the tallest
man there, being about four feet long, and
consequently the body must have been
seventeen or eighteen feet high. I pon tho
NUMBER 32.
tomb was a plate of copper, whereon was
engraved : “ In this tomb, lies the noble
and puissant lord, the Chevalier Kicon de
Yallcment and his bones.” Platerus, a
famous physician, declares that he saw at
Lucerne the body of a man which must
I have been at least nineteen feet high. Val
lance, of Dauphiny, boasts of possessing
the bones of the giant Bucart. tyrnnt of the
Vi varies, who was slain with an arrow by
the Count of Cahitlion, his vassal. The
Dominicans had part of the shin-bone,
with the articulation of his knee, and his
i figure painted in fresco, with an inscription
! showing that the giant was twenty-two and
a half feet high, and that his bones were
found in 1705, near the banks of tin- Mo
deri, a little river near the foot of the
mountain of Crusal, upon which (tradition
says) the giant dwelt.
rmslM'd Beneath the Wheel*.
AbbetiJUe Medium.
One of the saddest calamities that Las
ever visited this community occurred on
last .Saturday evening. Johnnie Martin,
a little fellow about eleven years of age,
was literally crushed to death h}*- the cars
at the depot while attempting to cross the
track in the rear of the moving train. The
I circumstances attending this horrible event
may be briclly recited. The evening train
had come iu and after discharging passen
gers and freight the engiucer began to shift
the cars. After disconnecting the two
passenger coaches and leaving them on the
siding he reversed the engine and moved
back to the depot with two freight boxes
loaded with guano. There were a number
of boys running about the track, and among
this number was Johnnie Martin, who, in
attempting to cross the track in rear of the
train, stumped his toe on a cross tie and
i fell, with his neck on one of the iron rails.
Heforo he could recover himself the train
was upon him and had crushed out his
younglife. Before the train could be stop
ped the two heavy loaded freight cars had
passed over him. His head was com
pletely severed from the body except a lit
tle shred of torn anil mutilated skin at the
hack of the neck. His right arm was sev
ered from the body, and his face and head
crushed almost beyond all recognition.
A Milwaukee man made three unsuccess
ful attemps to blow his brains out. ami his
wife told nirn : “ Don’t trv it again, John ;
you haven’t got any.” He now goes about
saying he owes his life to that w^nau.
A Wonderful Wall'll.
Mark Twain has been shown a curious
watch by a jeweler in New Haven, Conn.,
and this is the way he describes it:
I have examined the wonderful watch
made by M. Man tile, and it comes nearer
to being a human being than any piece of
mechanism 1 ever saw before. It knows
considerable more than the average voter.
It knows the movements of the moon, and
tells the day of the w eek and month, and
will do this perfectly ; it tells the hour of
the day, the minute, and the second, and
splits the seconds into fifths, and marks
the division by stop hands; having two
stop hands, it can take care of two race
horses that start one after another ; it is a
repeater, wherein the voter is suggested
again; musically chimes the hour, the
quarter the half, the three-quarter, hour,
and also the minutes that have passed of
an uncompleted quarter hour, so that a
blind man can tell the time of day by it to
the exact minute.
Such is this extraordinary watch. It
ciphers to admiration. I should think one
could add another wheel and make it read
and write ; still another and make it talk ;
and 1 think one might take out several of
the wheels that arc already in it, and it
would still be a more intelligent citizen
than some that help to govern the country.
On the whole, 1 think it is entitled to vote
—that is, if its sex is the right kind.