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FOR PRESIDENT.
KAMCOCK,
OF PENNSYLVANIA.
FOR VICE-PRESIDENT,
HON. W. H. ENGLISH,
OF INDIANA.
I*KK.NUIK\riAI, i:LECTORS.
FOB THE STATE AT LABOR :
J. C. C. BLACK, R. E. KENNON.
ALTERNATES: 4
LUTHER J. GLENN, A. P. ADAMS.
DISTRICT ELECTORS :
First District—Sanmol I). Braiwelk of
Liberty. Alternate—Josephus Camp, of
Emanuel.
Second District—Wm. M. Hammond,
of Thomas. Alternate—Wm. Harrison,
of Quitman.
Third District— Christopher C. Smith,
of Telfair. Alternate—James Bishop, jr.,
of Dodge.
Fourth District-Lavender R. Ray, of
Coweta. Alternate—Henry C. Cameron,
of Harris.
Fifth District—Jno. I. Hall, of Spald
ing. Alternate —Daniel P. Hill, of Ful
ton.
Sixth District —Reuben B. Nisbet. of
Putnam. Alternate —Fleming G. Dußig
non. of Baldwin.
District- Thos. W. Akin, of
Bartow. Alternate—Peter W. Alexander.
f Cold). X *
Eighth District —Seaborn Reese, of nan
cock. Alternate —James K. Hines, of
Washington.
Ninth District—Wm. E. Simmons, of
Gwinnett. Alternate—Marion G. Boyd,
of White.
STATE DEMOCRATIC TICKET.
FOR GOVERNOR :
NORWOOD or COLQUITT, Take Choice.
FOR SECRETARY OF STATE :
C. BARNETT, of Baldwin.
FOR COMPTROLLER-GENERAL :
WM. A. WRIGHT, of Richmond.
FOR TREASURER 1
D. N. SPEER, of Troup.
FOR ATTORNEY-GENERAL :
CLIFFORD ANDERSON, of Bibb.
EDITORIAL BREVITIES.
Du. Tanner now weighs within two
pounds and a half as much as he did
before he began to fast.
I low do j’ou like tlie ticket at oar
masthead for Governor ?—“Norwood
or Colquitt—take choice.”
Mb. Ike Freeman was struck by
lightning in Union county, Georgia,
last week and instantly killed.
Tins section of the State would
heartily endorse the appointment of
the Judge Pottle to fill the vacancy on
Supreme Bench.
The Athens Blade (Republican) pub
lished by Pledger, colored, says the
Norwood men need count on no aid
from the colored voters of Georgia.
The hands at the Atlanta Rolling
Mills have made a strike and work is
stopped. They claim that their em
ployers did not come to time with their
payments.
It is thought remarkably strange
that so many of the young men of the
State are rallying to the support of
Norwood, while their fathers are sup
porting Colquitt.
Col. M. E. Thornton, of Atlanta,
is an Independant candidate for the
State Senate in the Ssth district. We
suppose this is another one of the cel
ebrated quail eaters jokes.
In order that no man may sleep too
late to vote early and often, we will
state in time the Georgia State election
occurs on the 6th of October, and the
presidential election November 2d.
Read our Washington letter in this
issue, and you will learn how President
(?) Itayes and his cabinet are conduct
ing themselves. An honest, trusty set
of bumbers employed by the govern
ment are they, truly b ’ f
It is said that Dr. Tanner lost all
his teeth by his forty days’ fast. While
fasting the gums shrank from the teeth,
and when he began to use bis jaws the
motion loosened the gums, and at the
same time loosened his teeth.
Rev. Handy Fuller, colored, in
an address to the colored voters of
Warren county, published in the Clip
per, among other things, has this to
The ' Hartwell Sun.
By AYERS & McGILL,
VOL. V--NO. 1.
say : “ I desire to say to yon that J feel
it the duty of every colored uiau In
Warren county, in fact CVcry colored
man in Georgia, to vote for Alfred 11.
Colquitt for Governor of Georgia.
Colquitt is the only Governor since our
emancipation who has fully recognized
the rights of the whole people, and who
has been the Governor of the whole
people, and it lias been thrown into his
teeth that he was a preacher.’ ”
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The following letter from General
Toombs to Hon. Thomas Norwood is
being hailed with delight by Norwood
clubs over the State:
Ci.ark esvillk, Ga., Aug. 17, 1880.
Hon. T. M. Norwood,
Dear Sir: I tender you my thanks
as a Georgian for accepting the request
of a portion of the representatives of
the people of Georgia that you would
run for Governor in the approaching
Gubernatorial election. I will give you
my earnest support as one of the peo
ple, and if you will stand by the peo
ple in the race, they will stand by you.
I am very respectfully and truly
yours, ’ It. Toombs.
From an article elsewhere in this pa
per it will be seen that U. S. Grant,
jr., is to be married to Jenny Flood, a
charming girl, dowered with the snug
sum of two million and five hundred
thousand dollars. “There is a tied
in the affairs of men when taken at the
Flood, leads on to fortune.
Tub two editors of the Befrien
County News cannot agree upon the
Gubernatorial campaign. While one
fires grape at Norwood, the other pours
hot shot into Colquitt. Father and
son on the Madisonian also disagree.
Ye press don't harmonize worth a cent.
Mr. Frank L. Little has resigned
the editorship of the Sparta Times &
Planter, because the proprietors of the
paper wanted it edited in the interest
of Norwood, lie was a strong Col
quitt man and could not afford to edit
it in that way.
The excitement over the whisk}’
question is raging so high in Elberton,
that it is really dangerous for) a man to
take skies either way. Both the “wet”
and “dry” tickets seem certain of suc
cess in their coming municipal election.
The Atlanta Republican urges or
ganization of the Radicals in Georgia,
and says, “ Not at any period within
the last ten years has there been such
an opportunity for dealing the organ
ized Democracy a telling blow.”
We are listening for some two indi
viduals to rise up and exclaim that all
the “ up-starts ” are supporting Nor
wood, or that all the “ old fogies ” arc
supporting Colquitt.
U. S. Grant, Jr.
Flood is said to be the most heartily
despised man in California, and his
chief business seems to be the distribu
tion of lying “points,” whereby he beg
gars fools and replenishes his coffers.
He gave a point to one Skae, who had
$2,500,000 one day, and was a medi
cant the day following, lie tried the
same game on Jim Keene, but Jack
Sheppard was too smart for Dick Tur
pin, and, by reversing the “points”
made $6,000,000, with which he entered
\Vall street as a first-class shark.
Very recently Flood gave his pros-
pective son-in-law, Ulysses Grant, Jr.,
“points” that realized him $300,000.
This was practically a gilt, but it has
been made the medium of celebrating
the “wonderful financial talent” of
Buck Grant. This scion of Ulysses the
First is a clever fellow, intelligent, with
his father’s secretiveness and his moth
er’s ambition. He is a good boy, and
with Jenny Flood he gets an uncanny
but opulent father-in-law, and a wife
dowered with the snug sum of $2,500,
DOO. This 'marriage will illustrate
marvellously the adage that truth is
stranger than fiction. Many years ago,
a very poor and dissipated, almost
hopeless, Captain of the United States
army used to embibe firewater over the
dirty pine counter of two bar-keepers,
who were not much better off in the
world’s goods than himself. That Cap
tain was Ulysses S. Grant, who, by a
convulsion of polities, was to become
the commander of the mightiest armies
of the planet, the conqueror of the
HARTWELL. GA., WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 1. 1880.
South, twico jyesideftt of tlic United
States, the companion of Kings and
Princes the world over, and one of the
most famous men in the annals of time.
The bar-keepers were Messrs. Flood
and O'Brien, who, by a mining convul
sion and extraordinary luck, rose from
the very gutter to be great mHlionaires
aud bonanza princes. That the son of
the obscure Captain and the daughter
of the whilom barkeeper should meet in
after times and contract a marriage that
will be as much talked about and as
notable as the alliance of foreign po
tentates is romantic' beyond what the
novel writers imagine. When one be
holds such changes, iu so short a period,
it is well to wonder at everything or be
surprised at nothing.
Aunt Hannah Discards the Now Hymn-
Book.
Uncle Tony never once thought that
the new hymn-books that lie was dis
tributing to his congregation would ever
impair his usefulness as their pastor.
About the closing of the morning ser
vices he says:
“Bredren and sistern, dese are de
new hime books, and I wants you all to
larn to sing wid de spirit and wid de
understanding, and }'er gits ter rastlin
wid some of dese new fashun tunes, and
is ’bout to be obercum, jest follow sister
Hannah, she’ll tote yer through level.
Her smoove vois is always heerd away
down on de home stretch when de other
nagsisjes rouudin de bend wid ther
racket. When I calls for de mourners
dese beer himes ’ll fetch um if yu ingin
eers dem correct on deskedule. I takes
der noon refreshments at sister Han
nah’s, and is to convarse wid Miss Lize
beth on de lookout of her feelings and I
dismiss dis meeting to de evenin
service when de candle am lit.”
Aunt Hannah rushed ahead toward
home to take up the chicken pie, and to
set her house iu order for the “ noon
’freshmen ts.”
On her way, with hymn-book in hand
she came across some bad white boys
playing marbles in the road.
One of them said : “Why* Aunt
Ifanuah ! What are you carrying that
book for? You can’t read?”
Aunt Hannah replies: “Dis is de
new hirae book : jes read dir ’ritin on
de fust leaf, Mars Joe, please sah.”
Joseph reads: “Dis book am pre
sented to my lovin sister Hannah by
parson Tony Skot de minister.”
“ Dat sounds purty, but you orter jes
heah some ob de himes in dat book.
Dars ‘When I can read my titles clear,’
aud ‘Cross ober Jordan,’ and way down
to ‘Hark from ye toom.’ Dars lots ob
new fashuu himes in thar, cause our
culler is gittin edicated, but they sticks
to de good ole docYn, jes anew way of
wearin de garment; like as Igo and
buy anew bolt ob caliker and make my
dress de ole fashun way, den my darlin
Lizzybeth cuts off her share and makes
her’n a wide shoo-fly and dc dolly vnr
den and de snatch-back, ain’t it all de
same caliker? Mars Jo, jes read, for
my edifying, a few of those himes, pleas
sah.”
Joe winks at the other boys and be
gins to read:
“ I saw Esau kissing Kate,
Fact is, we all three sßw,
For I saw Esau, he saw me,
And she saw I saw Esau,”
“That’s a queer hymn, Aunt Han
nan,” said Joe,
“ Dere’s a mighty heap of saws mixed
up in dat tune, and I is afeerd de he saws
and de she saws will saw dat tune into
pieces. But it’s got the right doctrine
in thar; it ’luges to Esau on de mould
a viewin de promise lan wid de eyes of
faith. Our preacher is a highly pius,
high lamt brudder; he looks through
the spcctucles of faith clean over de
troubles and trials oh dis life to de uder
shore,”
“Try a nutlier one Mars Jo.”
Joseph reads:
“ 0 is aught,
~> is a figure,
Multiply the white man,
Subtract the nigger.”
“How do you like that one, aunty?”
“ I uster think dat wasn’t a ’ligious
tune when I heerd it sung at de termi
nation ob de free school. I rudder dat
Brudder Tony had a left that out. Got
no use for multiplyin and subtractin in
de pulpit. Let’s hear a few more ob
’em, dere’s bound to lie some good ones
Devoted to Hart County.
in ihar.”
Joseph turned over • few leaves and
read—
“ Beggars did the niggers fool
With forty acres and a mule,
And to make ”
“Stop, Mars Joe, ritethar; I don’t
want no politics mixed up in my ’ligion
dat way. Why folfes will thiuk we
ain’t no better’n Yankees; 1 don’t see
what Toney let dat git iu de hime book
for; be hadji’t qpter done dat. Move
ober toafds die middle oh db book, I
spec it gits hotter.”
Joe obeys and reads —
•‘ Nigger in do woods
Sitting on a ; log.
Finger on the trigger
Anil eye on a hog.”
1 “It pears to nrfe Jut’s gettiu was and
wus. What business old Toney got say
ing that? He’s nothing but a nigger
hisself. What he means bustin his col
or dat way. You reckon he ’Judes to
to my son Sam a shootin at de pecker
woods and killin de hog?”
Joe thought it possible that the par
son alluded to Sam’s case.
“Sam’s case? Sam’s case? like ther
wasn't any Toney case; yes, a halfrt
dozen of them. Dat ole Toney nigger
is de biggest rogue in dese parts. Did
not he bring back devallerpullit I sole
tode store yisterday, afore day dis morn
ing and got me to cook her fur his
breekfu|? and now rnnkin small ob my
folks afore dinner. Dere’s many a hog
whose light has gone out, cause ole
Toney was ’lowed to run in de same
woods. Sam’s case ! Ise a gittiu tired
of sich himes, and Mars Joe, if you’ll
jes read ‘Hark from ye toom,’ I repose
my feelins, I’ll go and ’spostulate wid
dat ole sinner man Toney.”
“Hark from ye tomb ye doleful sound,
Old beeve is trailin’ round and round,
Lookout niggers, shore as yer born,
Ole Hannah is in de new ground corn.”
“The lor preserve us I Sakes alive!
Hauncr in de new groun’ corn, is she?
Mars Joseph I’ll tell yer for a fac\
Hamicr ain’t been in dat new groun’
but once dis year, and dat was when ole
Toney come to my house and called his
self courtin me, and old missis gib me
permission to git some roastin ears for
him. He tells lies right dar iu dat
hime.”
Joseph now called Hannah’s atten
tion to the reported engagement of Un
cle Toney and Miss Elizabeth—llan
nah’s youngest daughter.
“Dat news onfits me to sarve de
Lord wid all my heart jes at dis time
present.”
About this time Miss Elizabeth aud
the parson with the major portion of
the congregation arrives. Aunt Han*
nah proceeds!
“My darter Elizybeth ! jes a yoUhg
gal ’bout twenty ; gwifle ter marry dat
ole cripple up nigger? I spec I hab
sumthin to say bout dat. Ise gwine ter
take dat ole sinner niggah through de
wust ’eperience fnectin ever he was in.
Well I declar; he’s got to be a regular
ele Beecher. He’s got to—five wives
in dis settlement now, excludin’ deni he
leff back in Georgy. Tony—ole slack
britches Tony, Ise a talkin to you. You
has been a preachin bout John de Bap*
tis aud John de Bunyan and Blow Ga
bril aud de Nigger Demus dat was born
agin, and a prayid for de Lord to take
sister Ilanncr home to glory, and a
shoutinyer old Tennessee Jack bass, an'
it’s gittin my time now to preach, and I
lakes my tex. “ Hark from ye toofn,
ole Tony,” an’ I tell you afore dis tex
is ended thar’ll be weepin and mashin
ob teeth and rattlin ob de bones and
scratching when dat ole buggy trace
starts to poppin’ and de skillit’s a turn
in wrong side outards cross yer head,
and de yeath quakes and fallin stars are
dancing afore yer vision, de wash
tubs of consecrated ly ar a sp[ashin
ober yer soul, and de yeath is a buckin
under you like a young mule, and yer
day of grace is gittin dark—Tony, den
you’ll wish you saw what Esau saw.
Den you’ll know dat ort is ort widout
de figure of speech, and when you sub
tract de nigger from de forty acres and
de mule, he’s got no time leff to see
who’s a settin on de log nor who’s to
thin out the new groun’ corn, den you
will want to ’scard de new doctrine
hime book and be born agin before
Blow Gabril gits dc dirt-dobber out ob
de horn. Tony, you hear me? You
ole scatterin talkin nigger; there’s a
shoanuff hell, and I’se gwine ter see dat
$1.50 Per Annum.
WHOLE NO. 209.
my darter Elixybeth don’t treble dat
downward dirocahun wid you. Here'*
yer hime bock ; it ain’t to git iniide of
my house. I Varda it.”
LETTER FRoTwASIIINGTON.
W AsunJofotf, D. 0., Aug. 25,1880.
I wish out* more to call attention to
the civil service show. The return rf
Hayes recently, preparatory to his Cal
ifornia stumping tour, is the occasion.
All the members of the Cabinet but
t\\o are now away from Washington.
They Will start soon. The business of
each ami all of them ou their journey
ings is politics. Some go to Maine,
some to Wisconsin,"some tr Indiana.
Ohio, etc. Wherever a doubtful Btate
is, there is Mr. Hayes or a member of
his Cabinet. This condition of things
was never known before, and, iu all
probability, never will be known agniu.
The present administration will impress
upon the people of the country one val
uable lesson, which is that loud profes
sions of virtue rtre always to be distrust
ed. Ido not recull nt this time one of
the ostentatious professions of virtue
made by Mr. Hayeg when inaugurated
or before, or since, that has not been
followed by prompt violation by him or
his subordinates.
Contrast such a mnn as Hayes with
General Hancock. The merits of the
General, in a military way, are known
of all men—not through dispatches or
letters of his, but as a part of the his
tory of the country, written by others.
Gradually we arc finding out tho real
qualities of the man. Every letter he
writes - every old and unpremeditated
letter he wrote —everything that we
learn of him through the envy of oppo
nents, or in the ordinary course of
events —make him as a frank, sincere,
politic man.
He and Mr. Hayes, members of two
parties, fairly represent those parties,
except that the latter is a man of better
intentions than his associates, and fails
of accomplishing something as much
through his own yielding disposition as
through the wickedness of tho party be
hind him.
General FrancJri A. Walker, Supcrin
tendunt of the Census, always sensible,
says the Census tuken by his subordi
nates in the South as in the North, has
been fairly tuken. He is indignant at
charges that frauds have been commit
ted throughout the South. lie has a
right to be, for, being in every day com
munication With the enumerators, and
in constant supervision of their work, a
charge against them is really an assault
upon him. General Walker was an of
ficer on Hancock’s staff during the war,
aud though a life-long Republican will
probably vote for him this fall. This is
one reason for the vicious and ground
less charges made by radical papers
against the work of the bureau over
which General Walker presides.
Don.
A Story With A Moral.
Fktvannah Newt.
It is sometimes unfortunate for a
man to have a record ; at least Mr. Gar
field finds it so. Our readers well re
member what a hue and cry the salary
grab raised in the country ; how it has
caused the political death of nearly ev
ery one engaged in it, and how a great
many, like Garfield, after voting the
grab and taking the money, got fright
ened at the popular indignation which
was aroused, and paid it back to the
government. It was on one of these
latter that a good story has been told
as follows:
It seems that on a certain occasion
an old gentleman was invited to at fash
ionable dinner, and on the table a large
pyramid of fruit had been placed, near
the top of which there had been insert
ed a few red peppers by way of orna
ment. Our friend,, not recognizing the
pepper, and thinking it wae a rare spe
cies of fruit, helped himself to one of
the little pods, and, without examining
it closely, began to chew it. The first
bite revealed its nature, but knowing it
would not be exactly in accordance
with the strict rules of politeness to
make any noise about it, he. heroically
kept it in his mouth, determined to
take advantage of the first opportunity
to dispose of it. In the meantime the
heat from the cayenne became intolcr-
able. Tears coursed down the old
gentleman's cheek, and hh agony wa*
intense. At length, unable to etaud it
longer, he took the offending pod be
tween his with' a voice
trembling witli emotion, said: “La
dies and gentlemen, with your permis
sion I'll put t&at d-d little ml thing
back.” *
. Never did story apply so npproprtw
atcly to any one as docs this to Gar
field. He held on tohiwsalary grab to
the last moment, sad refused to giv4 it
up until thoroughly acorohed by tbe hot
indignation of his oonstrtnents. Only
then did ho with trembling voice ask
forgiveness and agree to “put the d-dl
little red thing back.”
•edgerleg a Witness.
The court and jury, as wail as ther
spectators, generally enjoy the scano
when a lawyer, in an attempt to badger
or browbeat a witness, comes off second
best in the encounter. A correspondent
recalls an amusing incident of this sort
which happened a few yeur ngo iu an
Albany eowrt room.
The plaintiff, who was a lady, was
called to testify. She got on very well,
aud made a favorable impression on tho
jury under the guidance of her counsel,
lion. Lyman Tremuin, until the oppos
ing coffitsd, Hon. Henry Smith, Sub
jected her to a sharp cross-examination.
This so contused her that she became
faint, and tell to the floor in a swoon!.
Of course this excited general sym
pathy iu tho audience, and Mr. hkuith
saw that his case looked badly.
An expedient suggested itself by
which to make the swooning nppear
like a piece of stage triekery, and thus
destroy sympathy for her. The lady’s
face in swooning had turned purple red,
aud this fact suggested the new line of
attack. The next witness was a middle
aged lady. Tho counsel asked :
“ Did you see the plaintiff fyint a
short time ago?”
- Yes, sir.”
" People turn pale whon they faint,
don’t they?”
A great sensation in tho conrt, and an
evident confusion of witness. But in a
moment she answered: “ No, not al
-0
ways.”
“ Did you ever hear of a case of feint
ing where the party did not iurn paie? w
“Yes, sir.”
" Did you ever see such a case?”
“ Yes, sir.”
“When?”
“ About a year ago.”
“ Where was it?”
“ In this city.”
“ Who was it?”
By this time the excitement was so in
tense that everybody listened anxiously
for the reply. It came promptly, with a
twinkle in the witness’ eyes, and a quiv
er on her lip, as if from suppressed hu
mflff J
“’Twaß a negro, sir.”
Peal after peal of laughter shook the
court-room, in which the venerable
judge Joined. Mr. Smith lost his case,
not to say temper.
Georgia lias 2,372 whiskey dealers.
.Sparking across a garden fence ad
mits of a good deal being said on both
sides.
One man threatening tp whip another.
“ Well,” said the other, “ a bull can
whip a philosopher.”
An Illinois girl’s toast—“ The young
men of America—their arms our sup-,
port, our arms their reward ; fall in,,
men, fall in.”
An elderly maiden lady,, hearing it
remarked that matches are made in
heaven, remarked that bljc didn’t care
a cent how soon she went there.
Never deceive a lawyer by lying to.
him about your case when he takes it
in hand. He can attend to that brancii
of the business himself a great deal
better than you cap.
Josh Billings says : “I never argue
agip a success. When I see a rattle
snake’s head sticking out of & hole, I
bear off to the left and say to myself,
tiiat hole belongs to that saaik.”
Sam recently got married, and told
his wife that she might retain all the
change which dropped on the floor out
of his pockets. What was his aston
ishment on Monday morning, to find no
money in his pants, lie has since as
certained that his wife hangs his panta
upside down.
“ Ish der brisoner guilty or not guiL
ty ?” asked a beaming Teutonic justice
the other day. “Not guilty, your hon-.
or,” promptly responded the person ad
dressed. “Den you youst get ouet and
go apout your peesiness, my vrend, and
stop your blaycn off,” indignanty re
sponded the outraged arm of the law.