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Yes, in your last week’s issue somebody
hoped' those “ whieky drinking devil* "
would keep away from the campmeeting.
Now. what a glorious idea that was ! M hat
right have sinners to seek the society of
saints!* Begone, ye vile reprobates! don t
you know that Christ didn't die for }ou.
Don’t the Bible plainly say that Jesus
came into the world to call the righteous
and not sinners to repentance ! Let me
tell you how much worse the whisky
drinker is than other people : he becomes
intoxicated and makes a fool of himself,
and his friends ashamed of him. ehave
lots of liars who go about to deceive and
swindle. We have hosts of tattlers who
are spreading hate, envy, and discord
among families, neighbors and friends.
Again, we have the profane swearer, ac
cursed of God, unless full of repentance;
he is one whom all our boys try to emu
late. We will stop with the blackguard
one who shocks both saint and sinner.
Now, friends, what do you think? Any
man or'woman is disgusted with a drink
ing man, therefore he has no influence in
comparison with those who lie, swindle,
cheat, tattle, swear, or use vulgar language.
Bv drinking moderately or to excess, I dis
gust you. By lying 1 cause you to curse
your best friend. Swindling will take the
bread from your wife and children's
mouth. To cheat you, will be taking what
is not my own. Tattling perhaps will
damn my own. yours and our neighbor's
souls all in hell. The Bibic says •• Thou
shalt not swear.” Blackguardism is too
infernally low down to notice further;
and yet, ye saints, one of your little bog*
used so much vulgar language to me one
day last week that even the coarser feelings
of my nature were horror stricken. And
yet come to the campmeeting. ye liars,
swindlers, cheats, spreaders of hate and
cursing blackguards !—come ; ye arc wel
come ! Most of you are welcomed to our
best society. Our wives and daughters
will give you a smile and a kind word
when they meet you. But get behind me,
ye poor, unfortunate whisky drinkers, for
1 will have nothing to do with you.
Hold ! hold !! my friends, there is one
popular character in Church, State and
good society, who I suppose is welcome to
the campmeeting, or anywhere else. That
is the hypoerite. What do you think of
him? I know you can't find his equal in
Heaven, and my humble opinion is that
you might ransack hell from dome to pit
and you couldn't mate him. Now. you
who know me, know where I stand and
where T fall. If your Bible tells you to
exclude those who drink and no one else,
why do so. But if it tells you to exclude
all sinners, why make a clean shucking at
once. Don't single out one and slay him,
when perhaps he is the least guilty of all.
Remember , I don’t advocate drinking or
drunkenness ; but. friends, don't be partial.
There will be no mixed crowd in eternity.
Heaven will echo to the shouts of the
saints, and hell will quake with the wails
of the damned.
And now, you “whisky drinking devils,”
keep away from where God is worshipped,
where His Gospel is preached ; for didn't
He send His only Son into the world to
suffer and die an ignominious de th on the
Cross to save the saints and not the sin
ners ? S^UIBOB.
An Open letter to the Constitutional
Convention.
Cor. Chronicle <£ Constitutionalist.
Gentlemen of the Convention :
A friendly word or two with you. ou
<lo not constitute the “ ablest and most in
tellectual body of men ever assembled in
Georgia.” The provincial press has told
vou this, and it is cruel to undeceive you.
But it is necessary. Your autobiogra
phies in pamphlet form have deceived no
body, not even yourselves. This device of
an Atlanta bohemian was a pleasant little
prelude to your labors, flattering of your
personal vanities, and altogether harmless
to any one, save the future readers of bi
ographical encjmlopaidias. The members
of every Constitutional Convention, save
that of 1867, were your peers in everything,
your superiors in many. Even that mili
tary mulatto hybrid contained men who
have proved themselves to be better
stitution tinkers than yourselves. They
have left upon record the draft of an organ
ic law which you seem unable to equal or
surpass. You have been in session eigh
teen days, have nearly exhausted the leg
islative appropriation, and have accom
plished but one certain result, viz,: the re
jection of your work bv the people, of
whom you are but a fraction, and a vulgar
one at that. You are not really dificient
in intelligence or patriotism. Among you
are some eminent men. You all had been
in the habit of going about among your
neighbors with special care or espionage,
and your constituents and masters had
come to believe that you were capable of
attending to the ordinary duties of every
day life. Because you desired to go to the
Convention they reluctantly sent you with
fear and trembling as to the result, and
their worst forebodings have been more
than realized. • Afteragrcat waste of wind
you have framed a bill of rights which would
have reflected credit upon the composing
powers of a boy of thirteen. 1 f there is a
hoy of thirteen in the state who would fa
ther its grammar, no argument is needed
to prove our common school system a fail
ure. and the educational bureau an expen
sive and useless excresence. You have
tackled the Executive Department article,
and with pragmatical ignorance have plas
tered it all over with the photograph no
tions and ideas which seem to prevade
your minds upon all points of Constitu
tional law. Indeed you seem to be ani
mated, but by a single purpose, viz: to
emasculate a great State which for the time
being unhappily lies prostrate and power
less in your hands. My pen has done you
rank injustice m that last paragraph and I
hasten to make amend. You all seem to
be candidates for something, from Gov
ernor down to Justice of the Peace. It is
safe to say that not more than halfa dozen
of your body have parted with political
and official aspirations. And you seem
altogether oblivious of the errand upon
which you were sent. The call under
which you have assembled was to rciisc
81.50 A YEAR.
the Constitution of the State. The people
did not desire anew one. It is problema
tic if they even desired a revision of the old
one. The incessant agitation of the capital
question at length forced the call of a Con
vention through the Legislature by a bare
majority. Avery small popular vote
after much personal persuasion and the ap
peals of the press sent you to revise a good
organic law as to those portions in which it
was defective or objectionable. And un
der this warrant you have dipped your
hands into the public purse and have pre
sumed to dig down and overtopple the so
cial and political fabric of the State. Your
boast that you are doing work to last for
generations is bosh and balderdash. Con
stitutions do not outlast the parchment up
on which they are written. The world
moves slowly, society changes and States
grow. Courts, the special guardia sof
constitutions, do not let them stand.
Yours would not stand a minute before a
Justices’ Court.
In these dull days your sessions are not
without matter of interest and amusement
to the lookers on. But. gentlemen of the
Convention, the people are paying too dear
ly for the amusement. There's a piquant
relish of the old time in witnessing Toombs
bully and badger you with his dogmatic
assumacy and bald assertions. It is the
first time since the war that he has had an
audience as respectable in numbers and
intelligence, and he makes the most of the
opportunity. And Gus Wright, as a riii
gio-polit cal acrobat, is unequalled. lie
is always fresh, lithe and full of impossible
notions and ideas, which he gets off with
a grace and agility novel and pleasing.
The mere political student can lind mo bet
ter school than that afforded by Squire
Wofford, who, true to the instincts and
traditions of the Cherokee, skillfully lays
the pipes for a Gubernatorial campaign, by
calling to Cuftee to come up to the ballot
box without money and without price.
The political economist and financier may
ponder upon and learn wisdon from the sol
emn sentences of the Rev. Josiah Warren,
of Chatham, as he anticipates the thunder
of Toombs’strike of railroad coporations.
It is funny, but even my old friend Jack
Guerrard, of Savannah, who is apt to jerk
out his chunks of legal lore very much
after the fashion of chucking dice from a
box, has caught the infectious afflatus, and
upon so dry a point as imprisonment for
debt, indulges in an undulating eloquence
and a voluptuous rhetoric which recalls the
best efforts of Tom Hardeman and Loch
rane in presenting tin trumpets at a fire
man's tournament. And where, permit
me to ask, in the annals of the world is
there to be found a nobler example of mis
directed courage in discharge of duty
than that afforded by Mr. Key, who rallies
and rises, and rises and rallies, amendment
in hand, to be immediately and incontinent
ly floored by those parliamentary athletes
George Pierce and Porter Ingram. Pardon
this diversion, and 1 proceed with the matter
in point. As I have already observed, it
is an unpleasant necessity to tell you the
truth. But outside of the fact that you
have driven Herbert Fielder to his inkstand,
you have accomplished nothing so far be
yond the certain rejection of your “olla
podrida ”by a popular vote. The Repub
licans will rail}', organize, and strike it
solidly. They will be actively aided by
all of the outs, and by all of those officials
and their friends to whom you have applied
the salary guillotine. Colquitt is not par
tial to you. He was supposed to be averse
to your assembly, though he voted an open
ticket as a matter of policy. He has a
strong following of henchmen inside and
outside the Grange, lie did not mean any
thing by trying to preside over your organ
ization. Bob Ely told him that such was
the law, and Ike Avery assured him it had
been the etiquette of all similar occasions.
Don't imagine that Colquitt is a fool. Some
intelligent and discriminating people may
have so thought after looking at him and
listening to him talk. But I know him,
and such is not a fact. Another threat
from you in regard to the Agricultural
Bureau, and the State administration is on
your back. But I weary }-our patience,
and perhaps intrude upon the precious time
of men engaged as you are. My only ex
cuse is your good and the welfare of the
people. After a careful reading of your
proceedings and speeches, my heart goes
out to the poor victims of your economy,
from old man Warner, who will not have
money enough to buy a ‘‘black veil,”
which he so delights to wear, to the petty
page who will have to forego the pleasure
of peanuts. And as I scan your work at
Constitution making, I am amazed at the
Erovidential foresight of the much abused
,egislature which could provide for certain
coming contingencies, by an enlargement
of the State Lunatic Asylum.
Good-bye, friends? Give Nat Hammond,
Gus Reese and Aleck Lawton fair compen
sation and a competent clerk, and they will
make a revision of the Constitution in
three days that will give universal and en
tire satisfaction. As for the balance, come
home, and come at once. We have not
looked on a picture so pitiable as that pre
sented by you, save to one uncovered by
the strikers in the North. Come home !
Georgia does not need politicians and Con
stitution-patchers. Come! The plow stands
in the furrow, fodder ripens under a har
vest moon, the cotton boll smiles to the
kiss of an August sun, and the crow-feet
from the crest of potato ridges wave defi
ance to the sable statesmen of the land.
The field is inviting. Your State calls.
Come ! A Sovereign.
A lady correspondent is scandalized be
cause she went into a grocery the other
day and saw the clerks sitting around in
their shirt sleeves. Good gracious madam,
that is nothing. We went into the most
fashionable dry goods store in Burlington
the other day, and the clerks were all
standing around in their trowsers legs.
HARTWELL, HA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 15, 1877.
“Blow Your 41m ii Horn.*'
I p, up, from life’s dreaming, be faithful
and true.
The earnest find ever thereV muiethiMfi; to
do.
That gives a shrill note at dawn of the
morn ;
If you'd win in life’s battle then blow your
own horn.
The mind may be stored with the lore of
the sages.
And tempered with wisdom gleaned from
life's pages.
But the world is no better because thou
wert born.
If your wisdom lacks force to blow your
own horn.
We prize the spring violet, modest and
blue.
Its perfume evolves though ’tis hidden from
view.
Its sweets are distilled through the breath
of the morn.
For nature is always blowing her horn.
What matters it to us what the critics may
say.
If we're trying to walk in the straight, nar
row way.
A true honest man will a palace adorn.
And though elbowed by rascals may blow
his own horn.
Wliy the Benilcr* Have Xol Been Dl*-
covered.
Ketr York Sun.
You wouldn’t have believed that such a
rough-looking old chap could read at all.
but after the train left St. Jo he pulled a
St. Louis paper from his pocket, settled
back in his seat, and for half an hour he
was busy with the news. All of a sudden
he threw the paper down, with a wicked
oath, and. reaching forward, he touched a
fellow-passenger on the shoulder, and
blurted out:
“ They are fools, sir, cussed fools !”
Who,” asked the astonished traveler.
“ Why, them newspaper men ! Blast
their eyes ! Can't they take a hint with
out a kick ?”
“ What do you mean?”
He picked up the paper and pointed out
a paragraph, which read that old Bender,
the Kansas murderer, had been seen in
Maryland, and then growled out:
“I'll give ten thousand dollars to any
man who ever sets eyes on old Bender, or
any o' the rest o’ that family!”
“ What do you know about the Ben
ders ?” asked the traveler, greatly interest
ed all at once.
The old man chuckled, as if greatly
pleased, but after a moment his face grew
serious and stern. Leaning over to get
closer to the traveler, he whispered :
“ I knew every one o' the devils, from
the old man down ! God never made a
wuss lot! I lived up in Kansas within
twenty miles o’ their private burying
ground J”
“ You did ?”
“ I did. and I’ve eaten more'n one din
ner in the room where they used to shoot
their victims from behind a curtain ! Some
times, when 1 git to thinking of the sitting
at the table in that little room, and old
Bender behind the curtain, not twelve feet
away, ready to put a bullet through my
head, why, sir, the cold chills go over me
till it's like having a shake of theager!”
“ But lie spared you?”
“ So he did, and I could never guess
why, ’cept that there are five brothers of
us,* and he might have argued that the
other boys would make a sharp hunt if I
was missing. Travelers who didn’t wear
any better clothes nor I do, and wdio didn’t
seem to carry any more money, halted at
the Devil's Hotel for dinner, and were
murdered, robbed, and put under ground
in less’n hour!”
“ Was there nothing suspicious about
the house itself—nothing in the looks or ac
tions of the family to put the traveler on
his guard ?” asked the passenger.
“ Yes, there was, and then agin’ there
wasn’t. It was a lone house, with no
neighbors to spy and meddle; but it was a
handy place for one to stop and get dinner.
I reckon that a hungry man, riding a tired
horse, don't be suspecting as much as a
detective would. Old Bender wasn't very
purty, but he’d pass muster as well as a
thousand others out this way. The only
mean thing about him was the way he got
around. lie didn't pick up his feet like a
man, but sort o’ slid here and there like a
cat. He didn’t look ye in the face if he
could get rid of it, but looked over beyond
ye. Still, I've seen honest men do the
same way.”
“And the others?”
“Well, less see. There was the old
man. then there was an old she-devil
around there who was alius knitting stock
ings and singing religious songs. She was
fifty years old or more, and was probably
his wife. Then there was a woman about
thirty years old called Kate. She wasn’t
good-looking nor bad-looking, and nobody
could have told what a bloody heart she
had. The papers said she was Bender’s
daughter, but 1 don't believe it. The pa
pers hadn't as many ways of finding out
as I had. Some of them never mentioned
the old woman at all. and yet she was right
tiiere all the time. Then there was one or
two chaps hanging around there most o’
the time. One o’ them passed for Kate’s
husband, but I don’t believe they were
ever married. I think the pair had laid in
witli the old man to open the tavern, help
Ido the running of it and the murdering,
take half the profits., They were a rcg’lar
gang o’ horse-thievesv robbers and murder
ers, and nobody will ever know what rela
-1 tion they were to each other.”
“ The papers had an awful story to tell
when it come out.” said the traveler.
“ So they had, but they didn't tell it bad
enough. Those pale faced chaps with lead
pencils over their cars didn’t git around
there to see the worst of it. 1 tell you.
sir, there never was such another gang of
cut-throats in this country. They had
been killing away.and killing away for
years. Leastwise, some of the bodies had
almost gone to dust, and it takes time for
that. When a man came along there who
looked to have money they popped him
over, no matter whether he was a stranger
or lived only a dozen miles away. The
bodies were buried down cellar amt around
the house, and I \spect that we didn't find
half o’ them. When they first commenced
killing they probably took the corpses fur
ther away to bury 'em, and were more
careful to cover up all the signs. I'll give
you my word that the gang put over twenty
travelers out o’ the way.”
“ And what finally aroused suspicion
against them?”
“ Well, several things. The chap who
passed for Kate's husband had too many
horses to sell. They got reckless, and left
revolvers, riding-boots, fancy overcoats and
other such things in sight. Then Senator
York's brother was murdered there, and
the crowd who was on the hunt for him
tracked him to old Bender’s to a dead cer
tainty. The old man stood up as hold as
a lion, and even asked them to search the
house. If the} 7 hadn't been bluffed, they
would have found two corpses in five min
utes' search. 1 wasn't with that party,
but with a second, and we got arounu there
that night. The Benders had taken the
alarm ami made tracks.”
“ Isn’t it curious that the family could
have escaped the country, when hundreds
of men were on the lookout for them ?”
observed the traveler.
“ Waal, yaas,” slowly replied the
strange old man.
“ And how do you account for it?”
He chuckled and looked out of the win
dow. There was an interval of three or
four minutes, during which he chewed at
his tobacco. Finally, he said :
“ They won't find old Bender in Mary
land. nop in Mexico, nor anywhere else on
top the earth, and they needn't look for
any o’ the rest o’ the gang.”
“ Are they dead?”
“ Party likely they are, stranger! When
you see any more newspaper items about
any of the Benders turning up, you jest ax
yourself if corpses can turn up and walk
around !”
“ When you and the others discovered
that the family had fled, what did you do?”
asked the traveler, hoping to draw the old
man's secret.
“ Sat right down and sucked our thumbs,
of course?” he chuckled. “That's what
we did ; but some of the rest had more
pluck. They started out on as plain a
trail as they wanted to Toiler, and before
sunrise there wasn't any further use of any
body hunting for the Benders !”
“Why?”
“Why? Well, what's the use of look
ing for anybody after they have been shot
full of holes and planted? I reckon that
the old woman quit knitting and singing
religious songs jest about daylight! ’Bout
that time, also, that she-devil Kate and her
hoss-thief of a husband pulled hair and
called each other hard names for the last
time. The stranger who was with the
family might have been a hoss-thief, a
preacher, or an angel, but I guess our boys
didn’t wait to ask many questions !”
“ And old Bender himself?”
“ I guess he didn't git away, stranger !
T guess there are men in Kansas who could
dig up what’s left of him without much
trouble! Law is good enough in some
cases, but in other cases it is ’bout as well
to plant a fam’ly in sandy sileand not have
any fooling around !”
“ And that's the reason the Benders
have not been discovered?”
“ Purty much the reason. I reckon,
though folks can keep on looking if they
want to !”
Killed by a .Maid who bad been Slan
dered.
lowa City, lowa. .July 28.—0n Tuesday
evening Gale Hollingsworth of W Lite
Pigeon, Keokuk county, w as shot and kill
ed by Miss White for alleged slander. .She
met Hollingsworth, and gave him a written
statement confessing that he had causeless
ly slandered her, demanding that he sign
it. He denied the charge, and refused to
sign the paper, upon which she drew a re
volver and shot him. not fatally. He ran,
and she pursued, firing a second shot,
which took effect. He climbed a fence, but,
overcome by his wounds, fell to the ground.
Miss White then ran up. placed the muzzle
of her pistol to his head, and fired a third
time, killing him instantly. Hollingsworth
was a middle-aged well-to-do fanner, and
leaves a wife and family. Miss White is a
maiden of good family, who has always
borne a good reputation. At last accounts
she had not been arrested.
“ New Mown liny.”
Detroit Free Fre.ee.
A day or two ago a family containing four
ladies halted on Woodward avenue, near
the Holden Road, ami one of the females
sniffed the air and cried out :
“ Ah ! how delicious is the scent of that
new-mown hay !”
“ Ah ! ah ! ah !” the rest of them cried
out as they elevated their noses.
A man in his shirt-sleeves was leaning
over the fence, but they did not see him
until he cried out:
“ I begs your pardon, ladies, but the old
horse fell into the ditch there three days
ago and died, and I didn’t find the body
till an hour ago. I’ve sent a team to haul
it away, and I'm sorry about the smell.
Drive along a little and you'll get to wind
ward of the corpse !”
A fellow in New- Orleans is said to have
eaten a box of castile soap to get rid of
freckles. He still has a few on his face,
but inside he isn’t freckled a bit.
A INirlaiwn Mlor>.
l ately a traveler passed in a carriage
along the Avenue du Neuilljr; the night
was dark, all at once the liotnes stopped,
and the traveler saw the animals had met
an obstacle. At the same moment a man
raised himself before the horses and utter
ed a crv. “Why don’t you take care.”
said the traveler.
“ Ah,” cried the man, “you would do
better, instead ofhalooing, to lend me your
lantern.”
“ What for?”
“ 1 hail three hundred Trances of gold on
iny person ; inv pocket has broken, ami
all is falling in the street. It is a commis
sion with which my master has trusted
me. lfl do not tiud the money I am a
ruined man.”
“ It is not easy to find lltc pieces on such
a night ; have you none left?”
“ A es i have one.”
“ Give it to me.”
The man hesitated.
“ Give it to me ; it will be the means of
recovering the other.”
The poor fellow gave him his last coin.
The traveler whistled ; a beautiful Danish
dog began to play around him.
“Here,” said the traveler, putting the
coin on the nose of the dog. “ book.”
The intelligent creature sniffed a moment
at the money and then began to run the
road. F.verv minute he returned, leaping,
and depositing in the hand of his master a
Napoleon. In about twenty minutes the
whole sum was recovered. The poor fel
low who hail got his money hack, turned
full of thanks, toward the traveler, who
had now got into his carriage.
“ Ah. you are iny preserver,” said he ;
toll me at least your name.”
“ I have done nothing.”said the traveler.
" Your preserver is my dog; his name
is Rabat Joel ;” and then whipped his
horses, he disappeared in the darkness.
NUMBER 51.
A 4<><>l One.
During the first year of the war, says n
Vermont paper, when change was scare®
and some large firms were issuing money
of their own. a farmer went to n store in a
neighboring town and bought some goods,
and gate the merchant a five dollar bill, of
w liicii he wanted 7‘ Cents back. The mer
chant counted it out and handed it over to
the fanner, who looked at it a moment and
inquired :
“ What’s this?”
“ It’s my currency,” said the merchant.
“ Wal. 'tain’t good for nothin’ where I
live.” said the farmer.
“ Very well,” replied the merchant,
“keep it until you get a dollar’s worth,
and bring it to my store, and 1 will give
you a dollar Gill for it.”
The farmer pocketed the change and de
parted. A few weeks after ho went into
the same store, and bought goods to the
amount of one dollar, ami paying over the
identical seventy-five cents, he took out a
handful of pumpkin seeds and counted
out twenty-live of them and passed them to
the merchant.
“ Why,” said the merchant, “ what is
this?”
“ Wall,” savs the farmer, “this is my
currency, amt when you get a dollar’s
worth, bring it to my place and I will give
you a dollar bill for it.”
Hum m Rebel Nurircoii Snivil Pretldfnt
lls' Arm.
A e " Yard Tribune.
At the battle of Antietam ami South
Mountain a colonel was wounded—his arm
fearfully shattered—and he was borne from
the field by his brothers and a private sol
dier. They carried him across the coun
try a long toilsome distance, every step of
which was tortuc to the sufferer, to the
house of a Maryland Union farmer. Then
came the unbiquitous Yankee surgeon with
his glittering knives and cruel saws, and
made hasty preparations to amputate the
ailing member. The farmer vehemently
protested, declaring that the man would
die if the arm was cut off. The surgeon
insisted that the patient would die if the
arm was not taken off, and the Colonel’*
brothers coincided with the surgeon. But
tlie determined old farmer dispatched his
son on his fleetest horse across the fields to
the other side of the mountain after his
friend and neighbor, a country physician
and rank rebel. When the rustic Kscula
pius arrived, there ensued a long conten
tion with the Yankee hewer of bones over
the sufferer, but the result was that the
arm was saved, and after some weeks of
careful nursing, the Colonel galloped off to
join his regiment, a comparatively sound
man. He subsequently Became Governor
of Ohio, and now fills the Presidental
chair.
Not I'll a I Way.
Detroit Free Freer.
Seated on the extreme end of a narrow
bench in the Central Market yesterday was
a boy who seemed to have made up his
mind that life was a sham and happiness a
myth. He was solemnly and intently
gazing at a collection of four cabbage
heads. six beets, a peck of onions and three
cucumbers, when along came a young man
and asked :
“ What ails you ?”
“ Struck !” was the solemn answer.
“Have eh? flow'd you come out?”
“ I was working for (fad at fifty cents a
day,” sadly explained the boy on the Jiench.
“ I was the only hand, and I thought if I
struck for a doflar a day he’d have to shut
up shop and be busted or come to my
terms.”
“ And did it turn out that way?” que
ried the other.
“ Not quite. The old man didn't seem a
bit terror-stricken, but he bounced me
through a window and hired another boy
to do my work at three shillings a day !”
“ What'll I do? asked the other.
“ Well, I s’pose I’ll have to go around
telling the boys that capital has ground me
into the dust,” was the tearful reply.
The Fort Valley Mirror assumes all tho
responsibility for this item : “ A Hard
shell Baptist minister remarked while
preaching at Union church last Sunday that
he hoped when the Methodist got religion
again they would homestead on it.”
Mr. Emory Speer was elected the allum
nus trustee, vice C'apt. Jno. Rutherford,
whose term expired. The vote stood Ru
, therford, 22 ; J. N. Respess, 2o; Speer. -18.
Mr. Speer is the youngest man that ever
held tnis office.