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testing the spikits.
When spiritualism first made its np
pea ranee in the village of , old dea
con Isaacs, a rich man, who had stood
bv the church for nearly threescore years,
was exceedingly hitter against all be
lievers in the “ devil’s work,” as he culled
it, and denounced spiritualists and spir
itualism in no very gentle language. Im
agine the deacon’s anger, then, when six
months afterward he found it had worked
its way into his family, and not only
were his wife and daughters believers,
but one of them was a medium and po—
sessed full power to converse with the
spirits of those who had departed to that
*• bourne whence no traveler returns.”
Deacon Isaacs was mad, dreadfully
mad ; but lie hud sense enough to know
it, and l oro the taunts of the ungodly
with meek spirit, lie knew it would be
useless to declare open war; for .Mrs.
Isaacs alone hud proved more than a
match for him, and he was sure to be de
feated. He must‘‘circumvent the crit
ter,” as he expressed it, and to this end
he set. himself to work. He was a man
of sound judgment, and his worldly ex
perience of fifty years was not thrown
away. From ihe day it first came to his
knowledge that his %ife and daughters
were spiritualists he never spoke a word
aga'iist, nor did he ever allude to it, ex
t ept in general terms in his morning
prayer; but any one could see that it
troubl'd him, for he was absent-minded,
his eyes wandered restlessly, and he look
ed care-worn.
The Deacon witnessed one or two “ sit
tings” at his own house, and was satis
Tied that he could get rid of them. So
one morning he started for the city, de
termined to thoroughly investigate the
subject before he returned. After visit
ing one of the most popular medium
and paying his money, he returned home,
satisfied that he could see through it.
There was a “ sitting” at the deacon's
house on the night lie returned ; and his
daughter Mary (die medium) invited the
deacon to take a scat at the table, which
to her gratification was accepted. The
spirits were in good tune, and so exceed
imrlv communicative that the deacon was
induced to ask a few questions, which
were readilv answered ; and the wife and
daughters were in ecstasies at the thought
that father would yet he a believer, and
urged the deacon on in bis inquiries.
“ Has my wife always been true to her
marriage vows?” asked the deacon.
To this question there were no raps in
return, while Mrs. Isaacs sat transfixed
with holy horror that such a thought
should enter her husband’s mind.
“ How many years have passed since
she was untrue?”
Answer by single raps. Then came
slowly and solemnly one, two, three, four,
and so on, until they reached twenty.
‘-How many who claim to be are not
my < hiidren?”
Again the spirit rapped, one, two.
Mrs. Isaacs looked duml founded.
“ Mercy !” said Mary.
“ Who are they?” asked the deacon,
who now seemed so intent on the subject
iha lie paid no attention to his compan
ions.
“Mary, Sarah,” rapped the spirits,
the names of the two daughters, the el
der of which was under twenty.
Mrs. Isaacs could stand it no longer.
“It’s a lie! I didn’t! It’sa lie !”she
shrieked, rising from the table. “ They
are your children, deacon Isaacs, and
God knows it.”
“llut the spirits affirm differently,”
said the deacon, in a solemn voice.
“ Then they lie !” said the wife.
“ But. if you believe them in every
thing else, why not iu this?”
“ But I don’t believe them at all. It
is all fo >lery.”
“Nor I!” shouted Mary.
“ Nor I!” added Sarah.
“Then,” said the deacon, whileasmile
illuminated his countenance, “we will
hid them good-bye, and leave those things
which God has wisely hid from us to be
revealed in his time.”
The deacon’s evening devotions were
characterized with more earnestness than
.J, and the family retired fully satis
fied tlmt tiio ;’ ,irlts !nediun)S didn,,t
always reveal the truth.
M rs- Isaacs was so glad that none of the
neighbors were present. But somehow
the story got wind, and so fearful were
the spirit dames of it that they might he
caught in the same trap which the dea
con hud set, that Spiritualism was driven
entirely from the village.
This heartless and unique obituary,
from the Quitman (Ga.) tree Press,
explains itself: “Dbd —In Quitman,
on the 22d inst., a colored man, name
unknown. Ilis death wa3 caused by
eating poisoned cabbages taken from
the garden of the editor of this paper.
Requieacul in pace.”
VOL. Ill—NO. 23.
Love and Huld Heads.
No one who looks down from a
gallery in a church, upon a devout and
(lo 1-like congregation, can fail to notice
how prone the Christian is to the loss
of his hair. Piety and bald-headed
ness seem to go together, that the head
of the believer might be a shining light,
a city on the hill. And yet if one goes
to a Godless theatre, the same thing is
observable. Worldliness is as bad as
piety*. The bloated capitalist and the
horny-handed son of toil are equally
liable to the barefootedness on the top
of the head. And this, too, in the face
of the fact that proud science lias long
wrestled with this problem, and inven
tions innumerable announce themselves
as causing a luxuriant growth of hair.
Bald-headed ness, however, does not
mpair a mfin’s value in the ordinary
affairs of life. He can buy or sell, in
sure, run a bank, or accept an office,
with not hair enough on bis head to
make a first-class eyebrow ; but when
it comes to making love to a girl it is
very much in the w ay. There is a great
deal of capillary attraction in love.
Girls adore a handsome suit of glossy
liair. It is lovely. An when a lover
•mnes to woo her with the fop of his
head shining like a greased pumpkin,
be is at a disadvantage. Just as the
words that glow and the thoughts that
burn begin to awaken in her bosom a
sympathetic thrill, she may happen to
notice two or three flies promenading
over his phrenological organs—and all
is over. Girls are so frivolous. She
immediately becomes more interested
in those flies than in all his lovely lan
guage. While he is pouring out his
love and passion she is wondering how
the Hies manage to hold on to such a
slippery surface.
Little Johnny on Pigs.
One time there was a ole man had a
pig, an the pig it had a ■ urly tail, but ole
Gaffer Peterses has got a bush onto it.
an the cl ■ man’s gurl lias curly hair, to< >
os she puts it up in papers. >So one day
die ole man cot the pig an put its tail
up in a curl papers, too, just like hern,
and then he sed :
“ Katy ” —cos that was her name—
“ cum along an see your ole father
feed the pig.”
And Katy she went, and when the
pig cum up and put its feets in the tr<>l
for to eat, Katy she luked a long while,
and theu she sed :
“ Wv, poppy !”
But poppy he didn’t take notice, jest
kep a knockin on the bottom of the ole
bucket for to git ol the swil out. After
a other wile, Katy she spoke up agin an
sed :
“ Poppy, wot for do you curl it?”
Then the old mail lie said, the ole
man did :
“ Curl be blode ! You better ast that
riddle elsewhere; it is twisted the otliei
way ! I love this pig like it was my
own dotter, but lie straten that tail fore
killiu time if I got to brake it. I don t
like curls, an all tho you an yure sister
carries 2meunyguns for me,’lie bedum
busted if lie give in to the hole family !”
But my sister she has got tongs for to
curl hern, and one time Frankv, that’s
the baby, nipped his nose in cm and hoi
lered wild, like he was tomcats. Pigs
woiler in the mud, and babies they wol
ler in the (lore.
One time a man wich wasnt smart like
me, more like Billy, he seen pig wnlkr
in in a puddle of mud,jand he said :
“Poor fellow, where does it pain you?’’
The pig it luked at the man, an then
it rolled over on totlier side, like savin :
“ Pretty much all over.”
Then the man he shuke his lied, and
a other time:
“That’s a mighty bad place to he sick
abed in.”
But the pig gruuted, as much as to
say:
“ That’s a fack, but when a feller is
took sudden he must put up with seeh
coinodations 11s he cau git, and not be a
hog about it.”
One day Billy—that’s my brother
lie and Sammy Doppy was playiu by a
mud hole, and Billy he said :
“Nov, Sammy, les play we was a
ham yard—you he the pig and lie down
and woller, and He be a hull and heller
like everything.”
So they got down on thier bans and
knees, and Sammy he went in the mud
and wollorod, wile Hilly hollered like
dissnnt thunder. Bimeby Sammy be
cum out muddy, you never seen such a
muddy little teller, and be said :
“ Now, you be the pig and let me bcl
' Icr.”
But Billy lie said :
“ I ain’t a very good pig fore dinner,
and ittle be time null’ for you to heller
wen yure mother sees yure close.”
Astonished Editor.
An exchange says: Wo find upon
our table one of the newest pictures.
It is beautiful in design, small, but
showing great artistic skill in its make
up. The prevailing colors are green
and black, the two blending so harmo
niously that the effect is pleasing in the
highest degree. We shall not, of course,
presume to give an exact description
of this picture, but some of the charac
ters look so noble, so striking, that we
cannot refrain from describing them.
The head-center, or rather the hero of
the picture, bolds in bis left hand a
l banner, in bis right band a sword ; bis
i hat is thrown on the ground ; his head
i is thrown back ; bis left foot extended,
and taken altogether, his appearance is j
that of one challenging another to mor
tal combat, waiting for the other fellow
to knock off the chip. 11 is eyes are
cast upward, resing on the word fi—
Hello ! what’s this ? Great snakes !if
it isn’t ass bill! We took it for some
new kind of a Christmas chromo that
had come in the lr.ail. But we see how
it is—either our devil lias been robbing
a bank, or some delinquent subscriber
has been conscience-stricken.
An Agrceble Companion.
A good story is told of ex-Governor
Magoffin, of Kentucky, who is a good
talker and likes to do most of the talk
ing himself. Recently, in making the
journey from Cincinnati to Lexington,
he siiared his seat in the car with a
bright-eyed, pleasant-faced gentleman.
The Governor, after a few common
place remarks, to which his companion
smiled and nodded assent, branched
into a description of the scenes that lie
had witnessed in different parts of the
country, grew eloquent over the war,
described with glowing speech the horse
races he had witnessed, talked learnedly
of breeding, and told thrilling stories
of his battles with the Indians in the
Northwest. The hours slipped rapidly
away, and when the train was nearing
L< xington the two exchanged cards and
parted with a cordial shake of the
hands. The Governor drove to an inn,
and to a number of his friends lie re
marked that the ride had never seemed
so short before. “ Then you must have
had pleasant company aboard. “ You
are right. I met a gentleman of un
usual intelligence. We conversed all
the way over. I never was hi ought in
contact with a more agreeable man."
“ Indeed ! Who was he ?” asked his
friends. “ Wait a minute ; I have his
card,” and the Governor felt in his
pockets, and produced the bit of paste
board. “ His name is King.” “Not
Bob King ?” shouted a dozen in one
breath. “ v Yes, gentleman, Robert
King; that is the way the card reads,"
was the proud reply. A roar of laugh
ter followed. “ Why, Governor, Boh
King is as deaf as a post; he was born
deaf and dumb!”
Francis C. Barlow and John B. Uordon.
Bouton Transcript.
You may not be aware that it was
General Gordon’s command which
struck the flank of the eleventh corps
in the afternoon of the first day at Get
tysburg, and, after a short but desperate
conflict, broke it3 line and swept it from
the field.
In the fight General Barlow, of New
York, commander of the first division,
fell dangerously, and, it was thought,
mortally wounded. He was shot di
directl.v through the body. Two of his
men attempted to bear him through that
shower of lead from the field, but one
was instantly killed, and General Bar
low magnanimously said to the other :
“ You can do me no good ; save yourself
if you can.” Gordon’s brigade of
Georgians, in its wild charges swept
over him, and he was found by General
Gordon himself, lying with up-turned
face in the hot July sun, nearly para-
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, MARCH It). 1870.
lyzed and apparently dying. General
Gordon dismounted from his horse, gave
him a drink of water from bis canteen,
and inquired of General Barlow bis
name and wishes.
General Barlow said: "1 shall prob
ably live but a short time. Please take
from my breast-pocket the packet of my
wife’s letters and read one of them to
me,” which was done. He then wished
that the others be torn up, as ho did
not wish them to fall into other hands.
This General Gordon did, and then ask
ed : “ Can Ido anything else for you.
General?” “Yes," replied Gen. Bar
low, earnestly. “My wife is behind
our army. Can you send a message
through the lines?” “ Certainly I will,”
said Gordon, and he did. Then direct
ing Gen. Bartow to be borne to the
shade of a tree at the rear, lie rode on
with liia command. The wife received
the message, and came harmlessly
t hrough liot.li lines of battle and found
her husband, who eventually recovered.
Since General Gordon’s election to
the United States Senate, both he and
Gen. Bartow were invited to a dinner
party in Washington, and occupied op
posite seats at the table. After intro
ductions, General Gordon said : “Gen
eral Barlow, are you related to the of
ficer of your name who was killed at
Gettysburg?” “I am the man,” said
General Barlow. “ Are you related to
the Gordon who is supposed to have
killed me?” ‘‘l am the man,” said
Gen. Gordon. The hearty greeting
which followed the touching story, as
related to the interested guests by Gen.
Barlow, and the thrilling elfect upon the
company, can better be imagined than
described.
v Curious and Is fal.
During a recent Chinese banquet at
San Francisco an orange was laid at the
plate of each guest. The fruit, in being
cut open, was found to contain five kinds
of delicate jellies. Colored eggs were
also served in the inside of which were
{biu.d nuts, jellies, meats, and confections.
When one of the Americans asked the
interpreter to explain this legerdemain
of cookery, he laughed heartily, shook
his head, and replied : “ Meliean man
heap smart —why he not findee nut?”
The expression “ A 1,” popularly ap
plied to designate the first quality of ar
ticles, is copied from the symbols of the
British and foreign shipping-list of the
Lloyds. “A” is used to designate the
character or conditions of the hull of a
vessel, and the figure “ 1 ” to denote the
efficient state of her anchors, cables, and
stores. If these are insufficient in quan
litv or quality, the figure ‘“2” is used to
indicate the same. When it is said of a
ship, “Shew “A 1,” it means that she
is all right as to hull, rigging, and equip
ments.
A New York letter-writer says that
the healthiest people in New York are
the physicians, who see in others the con
sequences of violating the laws of nature,
and hence are controlled hy caution.
Besides this, their daily rides promote
health. The next class in point of hy
genc is made up of the letter-carriers,
who are out on their mail errands, and
who derive from this exercise a benefit
which compensates for their small rate
of pay. These men learn that out-door
life is the true method of existence.
Travelers find the street scenes in Ger
man towns peculiar and noticeable.
Single cows and oxen tire harnessed and
worked like horses. One is surprised at
the large size and physical strength of
the women, who seem to perform the
principal portion of the physical labor;
while those of their husbands not per
manently engaged in smoking or beer
drinking are either soldiers or policemen.
Girls and dogs are harnessed together in
milk-carts, and horses are harnessed ton
single pole, in place of being between
two shafts. The women, as a rule, are
not beautiful, not even cotneiy. Un
dotibtedly there are pretty Marguerites,
hidden away, somewhere, with their long
braids of blonde hair, but they certainly
do not much abound. On the other hand,
there are to be found very few beggars
or drunken people. An air of thrift
surrounds one on all sides.
-
The Sleepy-Eye Wide-Awake is the
name of anew newspaper recently
started at Sleepy-Eye, Minnesota.
WHIUR NO. 133.
RAMBLES IN HART COUNTY.
Fur Tlit Hartwell Sun.
Messrs. Editors: Counties, towns,
rivers generally take their names from
some noted circumstance, illustrious
personage or favorite object. The
name and original sometimes having
adaptation to give it significance—
Hart—Hartwell —how appropriate—if
their names were taken from the heart.
the seat and centre of life. From
what I have seen of your County and
tastefully arranged town, with the in
dustry, thrift and sociability of the
cit izens—the pure and balmy mountain
air and cxhillarating water, I am dis
posed to think your County and town
might be made the radiating centre so
cially, commercially and religiously.
This is an age of improvement, and
to keep pace with the times yon will be
compelled to complete very soon your
contemplated road from Bowersville to
Hartwell. Then you will be able to
turn the tide of trade and form a link
in the great chain and network of Rail
roads in the South. Then Hartwell in
her pulsations will send out the life
current in every direction.
In my rambles, I have made it my
business to visit most of the schools in
the County, and feel confident that the
people are becoming wide-awake to this
great conservative element. One com
mendable feature 1 have discovered in
those I have visited is, the Bible is
made the text book. Sanctified learn
ing is what the rising generation needs,
and is what the country must have to
become truly great. I had the honor,
by special request from the teacher, to
open the school at Itoyston. If the
patrons had manifested a little more
interest in fitting up the school room it
would have been better, and more en
couraging to the teacher.
The school at Red wine is under flic*
tutorage of Rev. Capers Ncesc. He
lias in attendance between thirty and
forty scholars; and, so far as I am
able to ju Igc, he is exercising a healthy
discipline, and advancing on a higher
plane his pupils.
Rev. Marion Cheek, of Bowersville,
has charge of the school at Macedonia,
near widow McGee's. He is a very
affable Christian gentleman, and withal
well qualified for such a responsible
station. I shall not forget him for his
kindness and aid in my Bible agency
lie lias about 40 pupils, and regularly
increasing in numbers and interest, as
I am informed.
Miss Eliza J. Gibson, formerly Ma
tron and teacher in the Widows and
Orphans Home, North Georgia Confer
ence. has charge of the school at l*at
kerstown, and is an accomplished,
schollarly lady, and has ha Ia ripe ex
perience in teaching the young idea how
to shoot.
Long may Tiie Sun’ shine.
More anon. S. 1). Gaines.
Haml-.'tfade lien Eggs.
There is nothing new under the Run
—but some old things nic made in new
ways. Ileus arc the original inventors
of eggs, but man is now trying bis band
at laying them, and that, too, without
giving the proper credit. The manu
facture of eggs—simulating the pro
du -t of the ordinary ben from inexpen
sive materials —is the latest industry
of San Francisco, says a California ex
change. The albumen is imitated with
a mixture of sulphur, carbon and fatty
matter obtained front the slaughter
homes and rendered sticky with mucil
age. The yolk is composed ot blood,
phosphate of lime, magnesia, muriate
of ammonia, olaio an 1 magarie acids
and colored with chrome yellow. The
eggs are shaped with a blow-pipe from
a mass of gypsum, carbonate of lime
and oxide of iron. After the shells are
blown the albumen is forced in through
a hole in the small end and adheres to
the sides; then the yolk is added and
after being covered with more of the
albumen mixture the hole is sealed with
cement: the completed egg is then
rubbed smooth an 1 laid aside for park
ing. It is asse.t id that many barrels
of these eggs have been already ship
ped eastward for consumption.
No snow falls lighter than the snow r
of age ; but none is heavier, for it never
molts.
A WORD TO YOITXG LADIES.
for The /larhreU Sun.
If neglect of duty be a crime, are you
not, youug ladies, guilty of committing
one against yourselves and the commu
nity in which you live by encouraging
the vice of drunkenness? This I* a grave’
charge; hut let us investigate the mat
ter and see if you are not in some meas
ure guilty of it. I know, you do it ig
norantly and unintentionally, therefore
I call your attention to it.
Doubtless, each of you will say :
“ Wlrnt! I, who am so opposed to drink
ing—who shudder at the sight of a drunk
ard—/ encourage drunkenuc-s? The
idea is preposteious!” I should be de
delightod to find it so on investigation.
Have not your fair hands presented
the tempting wine-t up to the lips of that
young man who could not resist the en
ticing draught, so bewitehingly proffer
ed? That was the first step probably of
that young man toward a life of dis
grace, degradation and ruin. Who lured
him into the path of destruction?
Have you not accepted as an escort a
a young man who was odorous with the
fumes of ardent spirits? Such conduct
on the part of liny young lady would be
construed by the young man as encour
aging him in his career of dissipation.
“Then from whom shall we receive
attention?” you will say. From a man
who has more self-esteem, and a higher
appreciation of your sex than to seek
your society when in a state of intoxi
cation. Even the moderate drinker,
w hom y< u encourage by your smiles and
llatteries, may yet fill a drunkard’s grave,
leaving a heart-broken, poverty-stricken
family.
“ What is the antidote for this evil?”
you ask.
Positive, decisive action on the part of
every young lady. Let every suitor dis
tinctly understand that he must either
forego the pleasure of the tempter’s
bow l, or that of your society.
If he prefers your association to the
poisonous cup, then you may justly feel
proud of an escort who has manhood
enough to assert his freedom from the
coils of the fiery serpent —his self-con
trol as a noble and true man ; one who
is worthy in every respect of your confi
dence and esteem.
If he chooses the bacchanalian cup,
then congratulate yourself on your for
tunate escape from such an unworthy
associate.
Perhaps you will say: ‘‘lf we should
carry out such a resolution we would all
die old maids.” Better that, a thousand
times, than he a drunkard's wife. You
would doubtless be neglected for a w hile,
but then your society would he most
eagerly sought after by young men well
worth winning.
Resolute action by all the young ladies
of the land, would effect a reformation
aiming our young men that would be nl
must miraculous it its results.
In so doing you would necessarily, for
a time, deprive yourselves of some tran
sitory happiness, but you would secuie a
guarantee of enduring pleasure when
you shall face the sterner realities of life.
Young ladies, you are the architects
of your own fortunes—of your own hap
piness; not only this, but you also hold
in your hands the destinies of your coun
try.
Man is powerful; the pen and sword
ire mighty ; but woman wields an influ
ence superior to all of these combined.
Woman caused man to forfeit his rights
to Paradise, and ever since that calamity
befell our race, it has been her angelic
mission to restore him to his primeval
condition of happiness; and nobly has
she acquitted herself in the work. Yet,
there remains still more to be done in
order to elevate him to the true standard
of manhood.
Young ladies, arc your hearts and
hands ready and willing to engage in
this worthy undertaking? lam satisfied
they are.
Remember, if you succeed <n a glori
ous work, youfs w ill he a glorious reward.
•‘Can we expect to succeed?” do you
ask? If one woman could win a man
from Paradise, assuredly by the same iu
tlucnee she could w ill him from the wiue
eup.
With you, ladies, the temperance
movement must begin to be effective.
Elno.
Elbcrton Gazette : Mr. Coleman, an
auctioneer, who had caused a bell to be
rung around the public square for the
purpose of attracting attention to bis
hndness, was brought before 11 is Honor
Judge Pottle yesterday (Tuesday of
last week) for disturbing the C ourt, and
a fine of fifty dollars and six hours im
prisonment imposed, fi e think, with
four-fifths of those who knew the cir
stances, the penalty unnecessarily se
vere