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THE BIG BOY OF CALAVERAS. “Speaking of big men,” said John Sauscript one evening, laying down the newspaper and wiping the dew from his H|)ectacles with the tablecloth—“speak ing of big men reminds me of the time I was in California— “ John,” interrupted Mrs. Sanscript, “ arc you getting ready to tell one of your big California lies again?” “No, madam, I'm getting ready to tell about a big California boy—the big gest fellow ever born.” “Was he born >, John?” inquired Mrs. Sanscript innocently, for she saw the old man was into another whooper, and she made up her mind she’d encour age him once and see how fur his elastic mind would expand without bursting. " Born so big? Bless you ! no. He was born just like auy other baby—no bigger than a kitten, with a red face and a bald head. But he growed after he was born. Everything grows out there in California, and keeps on growing un til its limit is stretched.” “Just like yourstories,” thought Mrs. Sanscript. “ But,” continued John, “ this man beat everything in California growing. The big trees were discounted. His pa rents had to piece his crib before the child was eight months old. One day he went to school, and when lie got hack in the evening the door was too little — he couldn’t get in.” “Oh, John!” exclaimed Mrs. Sau script, throwing up both hands. “ I know it’s hard to believe, wife, but I hope I may never die if it isn’t true.” “ But what became of the poor boy?” “ He slept on the porch that night, and next day his old man bursted the gable end out of the house and put up double doors like they have in barns, just to accommodate his son.” “ But, John, that couldn’t have done much good,” suggested Mrs. Sanscript. “ Why not?” asked John, with a fright ened look, fearing the old woman was about to corner him. “ Why, that only let the boy into one room, and how could he get through into the rest of the house?” “He couldn’t. One room had to do him, because the old man swore he’d see the brat banked up before he’d knock out the partition, too.” “ See the brat —what?” “See him bauked up. Don’t you un derstand? Dammed —banked up.” “Oh!” “Yes, sir, hut the house failed at last.” “ Failed, John?” “ That’s what I said. The young mau outgrew the old family mansion. He woke up one morning and found the double doors too narrow to furnish him an exit. No time was to be lost. It was fine growing weather in spring, and the old man swore he wasn’t prepared to have his house split into kindling wood by a growing boy, so he knocked off’ the door-jams to squeeze the young ster through.” “ And then?” “ Well, that's the last time the young man of Calaveras ever got into a man sion this side of the sky.” “ This side of the sky?” “ That’s what I said. Don’t you know about tho mansion up there,” said San script, casting his eyes piously toward the attic.” “ Why, John, did the poor, dear boy die?” “ Did he die? Didn’t he though? And such a death?” “ But, John, how did the boy get clothes to fit him ?” “ That brings me to my personal recol lections of him. Let’s see,” said John, looking into the fire with great steadi ness. “ I think it was in the fall of ’46 —anyhow it was coming nigh unto win ter. I was sitting in Jake Geiger’s tai lor-shop down in ’Frisco talking over the prospects for a cold season, when a boy came in and said there was a man down on the Commons as big as a meet ing-house who wanted to see Mr. Geiger right away. ‘ Then why don't he come and see me,’ said Geiger. ‘ Because lie can’t get through the'streets without ob structing trade and delaying transporta tion,’ said the boy. That settled it. Geiger and me started right down to the Commons to see the big man. * A circus must have come to town,’ said Geiger, as we emerged on the Com mons. “ Why,” asked I. “ Because there’s a tent,” said he. “Tent?” said the boy who had follow ed us ; “that ain’t no tent, that’s the man what wants to sec you. He's set ting down now.” “ Sure enough it was the big boy from the Calaveras. He arose to receive us, and we stood looking up to him like rats looking at an elephant.” “I want to get a suit of clothes,” came rumbling down from the sky where his head was sticking. “ Geiger fell back into my arms in a dead faint. While he was coming to I noticed that the boy needed a suit very bad. All he had on was several window curtains and table-cloths, which hung over the most critical parts of his body. “ The first words Geiger gasped when be revived were: *He wants a suit of clothes/ ” . “ Hay & you anything that will fit me V asked the big boy, “ That riled Geiger. He thought the fellow was making fun of him, and he yelled : ‘Do you think I make clothes for the Seiras and keep ’em in stock ?’ ” “ ‘ Then you must make me a suit’ said the big boy. ‘“Make you a suit?* said Geiger; ‘ Why, it would cost you about three thousand dollars, young man. '“All right, said Calaveras; X must The Haktwell Sun. By BENSON & McGILL. VOL. Ill—NO. 50. have a suit of clothes ; besides, my pa’s rich.’ “ ‘ He won’t be though, if you tackle a tailor very often,’ muttered Geiger. “Well, to make a loug story short, a bargain was at last struck. Geiger was to make the suit, and the Calaveras youth was to pay one dollar a yard for the cloth, 83 a day to the workmen who built the suit, and all incidental ex penses while the work was going on. He was to pay 81,000 cash, 81,000 in two years, and the balance in three years, to be secured by a mortgage on his father’s farm.” “Oh, John, aren’t you —” “ Now, don’t he skeptical, wife. I might not have believed it myself if I hadn’t been there to see. Well, as I was saying—let’s see; what was I say ing? Oh, yes. Well, Geiger, he sent the boy right back to town with instruc tions to bring the surveyor out.” “ The surveyor, John ! What for?” “ Why, to take the young man’s meas ure, of course. The tape-measure meth od was out of the question, aad it would have taken too loug to have scaffoled around the fellow, as you would do in painting a church steeple, I myself sug gested the surveyor as the best and easi est way of having it done. Well, the Surveyor came with his tripod, compass, transit sextant and such thiugs. He stood Calaveras up a hundred yards off and began to bear upon him with his transit right and left, taking distances and marking angles. Geiger, who was noting it down in his order-book, said it was the first time in his life he ever heard the measurer yell— ‘ Ten feet six inches. ‘ Three yards one foot. ‘ Two rods, twenty-four inches.' “It took almost half a day to make the survey, and the engineer said he guessed the suit would fit if he hadn’t sprained his instrument made for sur veying ordinary town lots, and this was the first hard test it had been put to. “ Well, the suit was made, but the scaffold had to be built after all. It was a queer sight to see twenty tailors on scaffolds all around that young man, sewing away for six days. During the job the scaffolding was changed fifty three times. At last when the job was finished and the scaffolding taken down, Geiger got mad and told Calaveras he had better take the lumber home, and next time get a carpenter to build a fence around him, instead of busting up a tailor store.” “ Why ! did it break Geiger up John?” “ Just the same thing. His stock was exhausted when the suit was done, and he closed up shop !” “ lie got his money, though, for the clothes?” “Well, yes; but not without foreclos ing the mortgage and forcing the old mau Calaveras into bankruptcy. Then the old fellow swore he’d shoot the big boy if he had a cannon handy. No need, however.” “ Why?” “ Because the lad died the next spring.” “ Of what!” “ He growed so fast one day that he split open like a roasted chestnut. That was the day when the greatest wind storm ever known on the Pacific Slope swept over California.” “ And, John —.” “ Yes, dear?” “ Was this young man a Christian ?” “He was born a Christian; but whether he outgrowed it I can’t say.” “ Do you think he went to heaven?” “No doubt of it—that is he went there, but whether lie got in is another question. I’ll bet St. Peter had to un lock the carriage gate or lay down twen ty panels of fence, if the young man became an inmate of that country. When I go up there I shan’t be one bit surprised to find Calaveras’ spirit camp ed on the commons just outside of the walls. Oh-a-yah,” yawned John, “I guess I’ll go to bed.” “ Do, dear! You must be tired !” murmured Mrs. Sanscript. The following law and law case, ta ken from the records of the New Ha ven Colony in 1669, are strange read ing in these times. The statute says : “ Whosoever shall inveigle or draw the affections of any maide or maid-ser vant, either to himself or others, with out first gaining the consent of parents, shall pay to the plantation for the first offense, 40s; the second, 4£ ; for the third shall be corporeously punished.” Under this law, at a court held in May, 1669, Jocobeth Murfine and Sarah Tut tle were prosecuted “ lor setting down on a chestle together, Ins arm around her waiste, and her arm upon his shoul der or about his neck, and continuing in that sinful posture about half an hour, in which time he kyssed her and she kyssed him, or they kyssed one an other, as ye witnesses testified.” Albany Advertiser: The colored de bating club, among the hands upon the plantation of Mr. A. M. Griffin, in Bee county, had as the subject of their last debate : “ Which are of the most benefit to the country, the lawyers or the buzzards ?” After much dis cussion they finally decided in favor of the buzzards. HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY AUGUST 13. 1870. WOJIAJT. Written fur The Hartwell Sun. Oh, Women!—Women!—wliat strung!' Croat ure* you are! # So full of tickle foibles, anil yet ho fair. Hut Hiuilo on man—he's wafted to the skies ; Hut frown—ho at your foot for pardon lion. Love’s power you w icld like a magician's w and, Breaking heartn with cruel and relentless hand. Your anger—oh ! how its scorch is felt ; Your tears will cause man’s lieurt to melt. Ah, why such power us this misuse, And man with hatred to thy sex infuse ! Hal. I COULD NOT IIK I.l* IT. Mv feet are dancing to the song, My happy heart is singing, The sauus seems strewn with diumoud gems And sweetest birds are singing. The lark is trilling in the sky, And the dove coos in the grove, Mv very soul seems melting down In streams of lava, love. Last night she whispered in my ear Sueli words of love and madness My heart to-day is carried up To heights of glorious glauness, And oh ! 1 cannot help it. I’ve seen ten thousand burning eyes But his art' brightest of them all, His tones make sweeter music far Than those ccieti.a , UM j,. t f a |j Mv heart is singing in response, Mv blush the tale is telling- With wild, delirious eestacy My very soul is swelling. Last night 1 heard the llrst mad words Of love, that glowing passion tiling ; Mv senses reel—my heart will burst, My feet will dance, my lips will sing, iiecauie 1 cannot help it. And, Oh ! such words of love he spoke— The tirst I’d ever heard ; They charmed me as the charmer does The tranced, fluttering bird. The Papbian goddess never felt A love so rich and warm As thrilled my soul ami swept my heart At love's tempestuous storm. The stars were out and all aglow’— (Scenes of bliss about me swim) My head was snuggled on bis breast— And he kissed mo—and I kissed him, Because 1 could not help it. i:i:dn, not wokiis. New Jerusalem Messenger. “ Inasmuch as ye have dune it unto one of the least of these , ye have done it unto me." [Matt, xxv : 40. Not forever on tliy Knees Would Jehovah have thee found ; There are burdens thou const case, There are griefs Jehovah sees : Look around. Work is prayer, if done for God, Prayer which God delighted hears. See beside you upturned sod One bowed beneath atllictiou's rod ; Dry her tears. Not long prayers, but earnest zeal, This is what is wanted more; Put thy nhmilder to- the wheel. Bread unto the famished deal From thy store. Not high sounding words of praise Does God want, ’neatlisoino high dome; Hut that thou the fallen raise ; Bring the poor from life’s highways To fhy home. Worship God by doinr good, Works, not words, kind acts, not creeds; lie who loves God as he should Makes his heart’s love understood By kind deeds. Dinmlh are powerful, mere words weak, Bath*ring at high heaven’s door. Let thy love by actions speak, Wipe the tear from sorrow's cheek, Clothe the poor. Be it thy life care to smother. And to brighten eyes now dim ; Kind deeds done to one another God accepts as done, my brother, . Unto Him. In Ohio Snake Story. Cincinnati Commercial. Jonathan Rockwell, engineer at the firebrick works at Sciotovifie, Ohio, has caught anil killed the greatest number of snakes ever heard of in these parts. Some three weeks ago he purchased five empty whisky barrels and stored them in an outbuilding to be used for cider barrels when his apples were ripe enough to be made into that temperance bever age. Near the outbuilding there is a ledge of rocks containing many fissures and openings, and has always been “a bad place for snakes.” Yesterday Rockwell took occasion to visit the outbuilding referred to, and on opening the door he noticed a number of snakes crawling into the bung holes of the whisky barrels. Quick as thought he got the bungs and drove them into , the barrels and secured the snakes. lie then attempted to roll the barrels out of the building, but found them too heavy to handle without assistance. He then called in J. I). Mathiot, Dustin Jones, George Stutdy, Hugh Smith and Thos. ■ Powell, who armed themselves with hickory clubs and proceeded to kill the snakes. The bung was taken out of one barrel and some hot water was pour ed in and the snakes began to come out j so rapidly that it kept all the above i gentlemen busy with their clubs in dis patching them. The next barrel was treated in the j same manner until all the five barrels were emptied, and the total number of snakes killed was 1,153. To-day there has been a steady stream of people vis iting the premises of Mr. Rockwell and viewing the slain snakes getting into the barrels. All we can say is that they were there, and it is “ the whole truth and nothing but tjie truth.” The affida vits of our best and most reliable citi zens will substantiate it beyond any doubt. The snakes were not all large ones, but there were none less than a foot in length, while many were six or seven feet long. A trench had to be ! dug this afternoon to bury them, and the stench arising from them was getting | horrible. Capt. Alex. H. Moore, of Wilming ton, died at Lumberton, N. C. a few days since, from the effects of a wound re ceived at the first battle of Manassas. The wound was in the knee. Devoted to Hart County. An Inthlcl oil the Jens. Not long since the proprietors of the Manhattan Beach Hotel announced that they would no longer entertain Jews for love or money. And this is the people that have attempted to force Negro social equality upon the South ! Read the lesson in charity to Christians from that great infidel Rob Ingersoll in a letter to a prominent Hebrew : Hon. J. J. Noah: Mv I)i;ah Fiuknd: Asa matter of course, 1 am utterly opposed to the op pression of any class, and regard the action of the Manhattan Beach Hotel in reference to the Jews as bigoted, mean and disgraceful. Such action be longs to the Dark Ages. The persecu tion of the Jews should bring a blush to every Christian cheek. Nothing is more infamous than the oppression of a class. Each man has the right to be jjUged upon hi# own merits. To op press him or hold him in •* iu-count or rMigion, race or color Is n crime. Every man should be treated justly and "kindly, not because lie is not a Jew or a Gentile, but because he is a hu man being, and as such capable of joy and pain. If at any hotel a man fails tf act in a decent and becoming man lier let him be put out, not on account of the nation to which he belongs, but on account of his behavior. Auy other epurse is unjust and cruel. f It will not do for the keepers of pub lic houses to brand an entire race as ittifit to associate with them. * Islfirhe of the leading men of the world are Jews. These wonderful peo ple, dfspersed, despised, and for many ages persecuted in all countries where people lover! their enemies and return ed good for evil, have contributed to every science and enriched every art. He who has heard the music of Men delssohn and Myerbcer, who has stud ied the grand philosophy of Spinoza, and has seen upon the stage Rachel, mistress of passion, will hardly unite in the condemnation of ttyc race to ‘which these pnxlif-ies Oelongert. * Neither should it be forgotten that the Jews furnished their persecutors with a religion, and that they arc the only people, according to the dogmas of our day, with whom the Almighty ever deigned to have any intercourse whatever. ***** We should also remember that the Jews were the only people inspired. All the “ sacred ” writers—all the “prophets” were of this race, and while Christians almost worship Abra ham, notwithstanding the ailair of lla gar, and his willingness to murder his own son ; and while they hold in almost infinite respect David, the murderer, and Solomon, the Mormon, it is cer tainly not perfectly consistent to de nounce men and women of the same race who have committed no crime. The Christians have always been guilty of this inconsistency with regard to the Jews—they have worshipped the dead and persecuted the living. I think it would be much better to let the dead take care of themselves, while wo respect and maintain the rights of the living. I cannot forget that during the Rev olution the Jews prayed in their syna gogues for the success of the colonies. I cannot forget that during our civil war thousands of them fought for the preservation of the Union, many of them rising from the ranks to the most important commands. Neither can I forget that many of the Jews are to day among the foremost advocates of intellectual liberty; that they have out grown the prejudices of race and creed and believe in the universal brother hood of man. And in this connection it may not be out of place to speak of your father. He was a man who adorn ed every position he held and who as lawyer, judge, essayist and philanthro pist was an honor to his race and to my country. It will not do in this, the second century of the United States, to insult a gentleman because of his nation. We are, at last, a great, rich arid prosperous people. Greatness should be great. Wealth should be generous and prosperity should at least beget good manners. Every American should resent every insult to humanity, for while the rights of the lowest are trampled upon the liberties of the highest are not safe. While for the ancient myths and fa bles of your people I have not the re spect entertained by Christians, I still hold the rights of Jews to be as sacred |as my own. Yours respectfully, R. G. Ingkrsoll. Military Men in the Civil War. SaakviUe American. Longstreet is not far wrong in his conclusions about Federal Generals. Grant, unquestionably, while not a mil itary genius, such as Napoleon or Stone wall Jackson, capable of and bril ; liant strategy, was the most complete ! master in the art of war produced by 1 the Union army. His ability consisted $1.50 Per Annum. WHOLE NO. 154. jof accurate calculat ion of forces and their application, just as one would dis pose mechanical forces to accomplish n result. Leo, with equal forces, would have destroyed him by rapid and bril liant strategy, as he did with an inferi or force keep him at bay. No other Federal General could have used the Federal army like Grant did, persis tent, always holding them down to a chosen line of operations, and wearing out his opponent with sure. The operations of Hooker, Burn side and others, were a series of battles in which they were defeated by a far inferior force ; Grant's operat ions were a continual pressure, every day, never relaxed, and finally successful, as a mathematical result of given powers. But Longstroct does McClellan injus tice. His wonderful work of organiza tion contributed very largely to the ul timate result, and it was a work done which lasted, and of which subsequent commanders had the benefit. There is no evidence, however, that lwetneuan was a great strategist, un the contrary, his only great battles, the seveu days conflict, showed him to be inferior to his opponent. While, tak ing into consideration the superiority of lus force, its organization, commissa riat and discipline, Grant’s operations equally demonstrated his inferiority to Lee as a strategist and a leader of armies. Lee baffled and held him in check with a much inferior force of starving, worn out, ragged men, and finally forced to abandon his chosen line of advance, A greater General would have worked out tho result in one or two battles by masterly strategy. Grant worked it out by an accurate calculation of the powers in hand and keeping them always pressed upon his enemy, who was able to do nothing more than defend and await a certain result. As to Sherman, Longstroct is unquestionably correct. Whatever ge nius ho may posses, it is certain that he never displayed it. His march to the sea was merely a spacious nothing, a big raid on foot. His operations down to Atlanta were like those of Grant in Virginia, a continual oressiiro of suoe rior force on an inferior, but his forces were continually wasted while thoso of Johnston were continually increased in numbers, organization and efficiency, buoyed up by continual success in dealing severe blows upon a superior enemy. At that point, Atlanta, Sher man’s fortune was brightened by the sudden removal of Johnston, and the movement of Hood gave him an unop posed march to the sea. Longstrect’s estimate of Johnston also needs quali fication. 1 lis talents as a military com mander were displayed in organization, in perfecting his machinery, in brilli ant defense. Ilis disposition in retreat oil Atlanta have never been excelled, but they were almost purely defense against an advancing foe, dispositions in check of a positive movement. This is, however, no evidence that Johnston was the equal of Lee, or of Jackson in brilliant, effective strategy—the work ing out of large positive results with a small force by superior skill. The re sults of a retreat, on Atlanta showed great military skill in Handling forces, but it was rather tactical than strategic, and if there was subtle strategy it was on a narrow field, where all of liis forces were under his own immediate person al direction. The difference between such operations, and those conducted over a wide territory, is apparent. While Lee displayed the same power in the re treat before Grant, or.rather iu the de fense of Richmond, that Johnston dis played in his retreat before Sherman, he lias also demonstrated in his campaigns a superior military genius which John ston may have possessed, but which lie certainly never displayed. It may be believed that he was just about to dem onstrate this possession of all the genius of a great commander when he was re moved, but it can only bo believed and not known. The new double postal card, which has been authorized by the government, promises to prove very convenient and advantageous. It will be of the same size as the one now in use, worth just double as much, with a stamp on each upper corner. The stamp on the upper right hand corner will be canceled when the card is sent for the first time, and the other one when it is returned. When it first goes, the writer puts his communication on the back and the address of his correspondent on the face. The receiver answers on the same card, erases his name and writes that of the person who sent it to him. The original sender must be careful not to use all of the space on the card. The advantages are economy and con venience, and then, too, as evidence in legal proceedings having a communica tion and its answer together on the same card or paper. A Detroiter cured a long and severe at tack of neuralgia by falling downstairs. That’s nothing. Some years ago a Nor ristown youth was cured of a bad habit of swearing by falling off a cherry tree. Not a single oath has escaped his lips since. The fall broke bis neck. { A RIVER’S BREADFUL DEATH. New ’York World. James W. Jenkins, one of the most daring divers of the country, left his home at 341 West Sixteenth street early yesterday morning to go to work at recovering an anchor lying seventy five feet under water at the bottom of the ship channel between Governor’s and Ellis islands. It was an anchor lost from the ship Barbarossn at tho time of her collision with the steamer Italy, and had been discovered only the other day by a crew of grnpplers who were fishing about tho harbor for sunken treasures. Jenkins, who was in flic employ of these men for the oc casion, had on Tuesday afternoon spent two hours below the water groping his way in the ltnd around the great piceo of iron, but had been obliged to return to the sin-face before lie succeeded in attaching the chain wherewith it was to be raised. •• We’ll take an early start and get it up in the morning,” he said. As tho men were going home, Hugh Bogan, who for a long time has been .Tonkin's assistant, reminded the diver that there were one or two weak-looking places in the rubber air tube of his diving suit. “Yes, I know,” replied Jenkins, “ and as soon as this job is over I’ll fix it.” The party, consisting of the diver, Bogan, old John Reardon, a veteran in the grappling business ; Edward Nctti cutt. Joseph Westlmll and Peter Con nolly left the Ratterv at. (1 o'clock in two large rowboats, and an hour later Jenkins went down the ladder at the stern of one of the boats and disap peared under the water. “ lie had not had more than time to roach the bottom,” says Bogan, “ when there came a sudden, sharp report, and I knew tho air-tube lmd burst. There was seventy-five slack foot of this pipe -—which is 150 long—coiled in the bot tom of the boat, hut I knew just where to look for the break. ‘ Keep the pump going,’ I shouted to Connolly, anil then tolling Netticntt to hold his hands tight over the break in tho pipe, Reardon, Westhall and 1 began to pull the man up.” Bogan spoke calmly, but there was something in the man’s stern, bronzed face as lie said, “ I began to pull,” that fold the story of the limiting more viv idly than words could have done. “Tho man was down 75 feet,” lie continued, “ and had 250 pounds of metal on him, besides being himself a solid man, hut I tell you, sir. we didn’t feel the weight. Ah his head came above water I saw through the glass of the helmet that he whh lJmwlinijr of (fin nnan ami nnt*a T •smashed in the glass, but it was no use. 1 think he was alive at this mo ment, for his foot felt for the round of the ladder, but the next instant his head fell forward, and when wc got him into the boat he was dead.” “ How long do you think you were pulling him up ?” “My God, man,” replied the great weather-beaten fellow, dashing his sleeve across his eyes, “how can I tell? Wc pulled—that’s all I can say.” Bo gan, wlio is himself a diver, afterwards explained that death was probably not caused by the length of time the diver was without air as much as it was by the frightful pressure upon his body of the collapsed suit. The suit Jenkins wore was made in one piece and was inflated by means of the same tube which supplied him with breathing air. North Eastern Progress: The Pro gress has the highest respect for Gov. Colquitt, and takes no stock in the idea of ridiculing any man, on account of ills morals oi roiigion. Hut from the way some people talk, it would seem they think Colquitt carries the democratic party of Georgia in his vest pocket, and that whatever affects Colquitt will affect the party at large. If anything Gov. Colquitt can do, is to destroy the party, then the quicker the better. An article that is so easily destroyed is of little value and needs to be made over, any way. Wc mean this —Gov. Colquitt, however good or bad he fills his position, is only a man. I f' one man can destroy the party, “ let ’cr roll.” A drunken man was swaying un steadily in the street, when a dog wb’ a tin pan tied to his tail ran bet liia legs. The collision was so for that the man was upset, and the ran on minus apiece of his tail. 'I man got up bewildered, rubbed bruised end of his spinal column ed up the dog's tail, and thus quized: "This is (hie) unfortu Never before knowed or suspec had sich a thing as a tail till I go fall down an’ break it off. Might n a (hie) fortune ’zibitin’ myself as a m with a tail. There’d bin millions in it —millions (hie) in it! Jis my luck. Whenever I get hold of a good thing it's always gone before I (hie) find it out.” Atlanta Phonograph: The Constitu tion’s boom for Governor Colquitt in its issue of last Sunday was a very weak one. That paper is of the opinion.that he will be re-nominated when the time rolls round. His administration has been a stupendous failure, and we do not honestly believe that one-third of the people of Georgia would voto for him at the next election. 1 hey do not think that he has been guilty of auy intention al wrong, but they want a man of more firmness and ability. Judge E. 11. Pottl >, of the Northern circuit, will preside forjudge Erwin, du ring Jackson Superior Court.