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, aKKOLLTON. GEORGIA.
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him fn tiie past. V'Quid, Solicit a continu-
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'women and children always on hand.
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■ still prepared to do all kinds ol
PHOTOGEAPHINGr and PPESO TYPING
1 in the latest style ami at reasonable pri-
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Frames, Cases, Albums, Etc.
Copying and enlarging' a specialty—
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; jinchcs. Remember t lat t wo dollars will
buv a line, large picture framed ready
^fervour parlor, at my gallery, Xewnan
s*,street, Carrollton, Ga.
iweler,
, corner of the
tile glad to
f.blie generally.
late of goods,
; of pladeii ware of all kinds,
itches, Clocks, Jewelry,
CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
a specialty.
All kinds of l 'paiiingjjn Ms line,
done promptly and n good style.
To Those Interested.
Vou have been indulge', twelve months,
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firm of • Stewart & Son. The estate
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uy own business, but will have to put
he claims belonging to the estate of J.
au at-
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U —Dealers n—
eral Herohandise,
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rept, ready t.'isel! y- i goods as cheap
■ cheaper than aawjhou-. If you want
jiythlng in the r fio. live them atrial
Ll they tliiu'i ko will trade.
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HAVE
kVhat is due us Wt* ! i;( ve indulged
|u as long as \ ecfn mi l v ,-e now want
nu n v.
GOUGH ON TEMPEEANCE.
At Woodstock, Connecticut, on ,
July 4th., John B. Gough delivered
an address on temperance. It is
published in the Independent, from
which we take the following ex-
tiocts :
Forty years ago and more I spoke
in West Woodstock, and I was en
tertained by Marsh. Nelson
Childs, and I met his daughter on
the grounds here to-day. A Ivib-
be sold rum, anti Mr. Pool, who
was a member of the church, sold
rum also, ain^ he said Kibbe had all
the drunkaofls and he only sold to
respectable people! That was for
ty years /(go, and still it is the same
old story. People say : “Gough is
a merc^tory-teller. Who cant tell
a stoay ? Whitt ought I to give the
>le but a story ? 1 never have
been in a school since I was ten
and a hal f years of age ; neither a
Sunday-school nor a (lay-school.—
I hatl no literary acquirements, no
thing to fall back upon but I had a
story to tell. It was a story of
crime, a story of gloom, a story of
God’s infinite mercy, a story every
word of which I felt in the deepest
depths of my own soul. I began to
tell the story, and I have continued
to tell the story, and I thank God
there are some men who, through
stories, have been able to make the
remaining chapter in the stories
of their lives better. _ So it is the
same old story.
TIIE LIQUOR TRAFFIC.
I will tell you my idea of the
liquor traffic, and briefly. God for
give me, I do not speak of it boast-
inglv, for my sin is ever before me;
seven years of my life was a dark
blank. I know what the burning
appetite for stimulant • is :
and I know all about it,
and I have sat by the dying bed
side of drunkards; I have held their
hands in mine ; I have tried to lead
them at the last gasp to the Saviour
who never turned any away that
came to him ? and yet in the light
of my own experience and the ex
perience of others that I have re
ceived through my observation, I
could say : Father in Heaven, if
it be thy will that man shall
suffer, whatever scemeth good
in thy sight of temporal evil, im
pose* -io- -oil 1 " me ; let the bread
of affliction be given to mo to eat;
take from me the friends of my old
age ; let the hut o ( ' poverty be my
dwelling-place; let the wasting
hand of disease be laid upon me ;
let me walk in the whirlwind, live
in the-^torm ; let the passing away
of my welfare lie like the flowing
of a stream and the shouts of my
enemies like rain on the waters ;
when 1 speak let evil come on me—
do all this, but save me merciful
God, from the bed of a drunkard!
And yet, as I shall answer to Thee
in the day of judgment, I had rath
er be the veriest sot that ever
reeled through your streets than I
would be the man who sold him
his liquor for a month. [Ap-
plause.[
In New York state, a very re
spectable man, except for one tiling,
occasional intoxication, went into
a saloon and got intoxicated. It
was in the afternoon... He went
home and struck his wife a blow
that killed her. He was arrested
that night ; spent the night in jail.
The keeper came in the morning to
wake him up, sleeping off his drunk
en ess on tiie floor of the cell. He
woke up hardly conscious from Ids
drunken sleep and said: why, where
am I ? It seems to me I am in jail.”
“Yes; you are!” said the keep
er. “.Why dont you know “N—no ;
what you got me in jail for ?” I
never was in jail before in my
life. Why—why—why you got me
in jail for murder.” “What! You
don’t mean that ?” “Yes ; I do.”
“And I killed anybody ?’ “Yes.”
“O, my God ! What will become
of me ? Say, tell me! Does my
wife know it ?” It is your wife you
have killed.” He dropped on the
floor of the-cell like a dead man.—
The keeper (if that prison holds a
license to sell liquor, and the sher
iff who will hang him, if ever lie is
hung, owns the place Avhere he
keeps liis liquor shop. If you pun
ish the one, why not punish the
other ?
WHAT IS PUBLIC SENTIMENT.’
I say we have no redress. I be
lieve fully in moral suasion ; but
I believe in prohibition backed up
by public sentiment. I had rather
have public* sentiment without the
law than the law without public
sentiment against it, you can’t en
force it. I will give you a little in
cident as an illustration. You
know 1 deal in facts. I draw my
arguments from facts, and I illus
trate my arguments by facts. It oc
curred in your own state, in the
City of Norwich, when. dr. Bucking
ham, who has left so grand a repu
tation behind him, was the mayor
of that city. I spoke in the large
railroad depot. I had a very. large
audience. Mr. Buckingham presi
ded at the meeting. I knew whom
I had in that house, and at the con
clusion of my speech I said : “La
dies and gentleman Mrs. Fulkner
is well known to many in this house.
She is a crippled woman; a
widow. Her only son became in
temperate, and she told me :—
‘When lie signed the pledge my
heart was glad.’ lie said to her :
‘Dear mother, I am going to get
out of the way of temptation. I
know my own weakness. I am not
going to stay among the boys. I
am going off.’ He was gone two
years. Good things were heard of
him, and then there came a letter to
his mother : “I am coming home
to spend Thanksgiving with you.’
‘My boy is coming home for Thanks
giving. He shall have a Thanks
giving dinner, though there be but
two. He shall have the turkey and
chicken and pie and custards. He
shall have everything as if there
were a score of us ; my boy and I.’
He came home on the night before
Thanksgiving, and drove up to a
tavern kept by a man named Par
sons. lie went in the barroom.—
There were his old companions.—
“Hello, Fred Faulkner. How are
you ? Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha !” “How
are you, Charlie ?” . “Take some
thing to drink ?” “I don’t want
anything.” ‘Take it. It’s the
night before Thanksgiving, Faulk
ner.’ ‘I tell you I don’t want it
I have come home to see my moth
er, and when it gets a littie dark
er, I will go around to the back
door and surprise the old lady.’—
Then Mr. Parsons steps up. ‘Ha !
ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! man. If I was a
man six feet tall, and as broad in
proportion as you are, I would go
into theology.,, ‘Who’s a coward ?
I am not a coward.” ‘Yes, you are.
Afraid of a glass of liquor. Ha !
ha ! ha ! ha ! Fred Faulkner is
afraid of a glass of liquor.’ ‘No. I
am not afraid. I told my mother I
wouldn’t drink.” ‘Oh, he’s afraits
of his mother.’ ‘Don’t chaff me !
If you say I am not, if you agree
not to ask me to take another glass,
I’ll do it.’ He took one glass, and
another, and another, and about
midnight he staggered out into the
barn, and was found there in. the
morning—dead ! He was carried
to his mother’s house on a plank,
with a buffalo robe thrown over bis
body. ‘Oh, he shall have a Thanks
giving dinner. My boy Frederick
is coming home to his old", crippled
mother for Thanksgiving.’ Yes,
brought over by Solomon Parsons.
When he came, Mrs. Faulkner said:
‘Mr Parsons, you have been selling
my boy liquor.’ ‘Mrs Faulkner,’
said he, ‘I didn’t know it was your
son.’ ‘You did ; you knew that it
was Frederick Faulkner, the only
son of an old, crippled widow ;
and you Killed my boy.” ‘Mrs.
FaulKner, that is pretty hard lan
guage !’ She said to me : ‘God for
give me. I laid my hand on the
dead face of my-boy, and I lifted
my finger and cursed him. He
turned white as a sheet and left
the house.’ ”
After relating the story, I said :
“Ladies and gentleman, ’Solomon
Parsons, the man who staggers
through life under the weight of
that old woman’s curse, is in the
house, and sits over there, and lie
Keeps a grogshop in your city.—
Rout him out! He had a license
under the law, but the public
routed him out within three days
—bar, boxes, bottles, barrels and
everything else. They said : ‘You
can’t stay here.’ That is public
sentiment.” [Applause.]
Governor Vance of North Caro
lina was in Philadelphia the other
day, and while there met in the
person of a hotel waiter a
negro, advanced to middle
age, whom he had known
down south. He made a few plea
sant remarks to the colored man,
and got led into twitting him about
religious matters on which the dar
ky spoke with some fervor. Well
now, Joe, said the Governor, do
you realy believe in this election
by God, that you speak of ? Deed
I no Massa Vance, said the negro,
seriously, shakinghis head. Well,do
you think I am elected to be saved ?
Scaceley know, Mass a Vance ; but
I nebber heard of any one being
’looted what wasn’t a candidate.
An old story is. being revived of a
prayer-meeting held for a poor fel
low’s relief who had broken his leg.
While Deacon Brown was praying,
a tall fellow with an ox-load
knocked at the door, saying:
“Father could not come, but sent
liis prayers in the cart.” They
were potatoes, beef, pork and corn.
—Cambridge Tribune.
A Lady’s Toast to Men.
At a literary meeting Mrs. Duna
way toasted the men as follows:
“God bless ’em. We have their
joys, double tlieir sorrows, treble
their expenses, quadruple their
cares, excite their affections, con
trol their property, and out-maneu- ;
ver them in everything. In fact,
I may say, without a prospect of
successful contradiction, without
-’em it would not be much of a world
anyhow. We love ’em and the
dear beings can’t help it; we con
trol ’em and the precious fellows
don’t know it. As husbands, they
ar.e always convenient, though not
always on hand; as beaux they are
by no means matchless. They are
the most agreeable visitors; they
are handy at state fairs and indis
pensable at oyster saloons. They
are splendid as escorts for some
otiia u fellows’s wife or sister, and as
friends they are better than women.
As fathers they are inexpressibly
grand. A man may be a failure in
business, a wreck in constitution
not enough to boast of as a beauty,
nothing to exult over as a legisla
tor of woman’s rights, and not even
very brilliant as a member bf the
press, but if lie is our father, we
overlook his short comings, and
cover their peccadillos with the di
vine mantle of charity. Then as to
our husbands, liow we love to pa
rade them as paragons! In the sub
lime language of the inspired poet:
“We'll lie for them,
We'll cry for them,
And if we could, we’d fly for them,
We'll do anything but die for them."
A Portsmouth, N. II., correspond
ent of the Washington Star says:
When that sturdy Irishwoman to
whom the Sullivan family may well
lookback with pride was. crossing
the Atlantic on her way to the new
country, find was asked, “Why do
you come to America?” she an
swered, “To raise governors for
them,” little dreaming that she
Id live to-see one of * her sons
rnor of New Hampshire and
bother governor of Massachusetts,
though I am sorry to say the third
did not so much honor to his family,
and was known as “Devil Jim.”
The story goes that soon after John
Sullivan rose to be governor of
New Hamshire he desired to give
a grand dinner to a number of dis
tinguished gnosis. A member of
his family at the time was his
mother, and fearing she would not
he quite equal to the occasion, lie
concluded it would bo best to ar
range for her non-appearance at
the dinner table. Approaching
the matter as gently as possible he
soon succeeded in making the
quick-witted old lady understand
the drift of his diplomatic talk .and
in convincing himself that he had
miscalculated the pride of the
mother of tin- Sullivans. Rising, in
all the majesty of her Irish wrath,
“John Sullivan,” exclaimed the <‘!(l
lady, “1 have hoed potatoes in the
field with the governor of New
Hampshire at my breast, the gov
ernor of Massachusetts by my side,
and the devil tugging at my skirts,
but never yet have I allowed one
of my sons do be ashamed of me;—
order the chaise and send me
home.” Remonstrances were of no
avail, and home went John Sulli
van’s mother in all tiie majesty of
her righteous indignation.
Energy the True Mark of Genius.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, in one of
his lectures, describes with the
clear sweep of a painter the vital
necessity of energy and labor to
even the most gifted. In the pres
ent day of steam and punctuality
the lazy man, no matter how ex
traordinary his acquirements, must
always fall behind in the race of
human life. He says:
“Genius unexerted is no more ge
nius than a bushel of acorns is a
forest of oaks. There may be epics
in men’s brains, just as there are
oaks in acorns, but the tree and the
book must come out before we can
measure them. We very naturally
recall here that class of grumblers
and wishers who spend their time
in longing to be higher than they
are, while they should be employed
in advancing themselves. These
bitterly moralize upon the injustice
of society. Do they want a change ?
Let them change—who prevents
them ? If you are as high as your
faculties will permit you to rise in
the seqlo of society, why should you
comjnafn of men? It is God that
arranged the law of precedence.
Implead him, or be silent. If you
have capacity for higher station,
take it—what hinders you ? How
many men would love to go to
sleep and wake up Rothschilds or
Ast-ors ?
“How many men would fain go
to bed dunces and wake up Solo
mons? You reap what you have
sown. Those who sow dunce seed,
vice seed, laziness seed, usually get
a crop. They that sow wind reap
a whirlwind. A man of mere ‘ca
pacity undeveloped,’ is only an or
ganized day-dream with a skin on
it. A flint and a genius that will
not strike fire are no better tlqm
wet junk wood. We have scripture
for it that, a ‘living (log is better
than a dead lion.’ If you would go
up, go. If you woi id be seen, shine.
“At the present day, eminent po
sition in any prof ssiou is the re
sult of hard, unwearied labor. Men
can no longer fly at one dash into
eminent po;-it‘-or.; they ’nave got to
hammer it out by steady and rug
ged blows. The world is no longer
clay, but rather iron in the hands
of its workers.”
Hold integrity sacral V 7
-
“Come to Jesus.”
The editor of the religious depart
ment of tlie New York Herald
tells a very good, story about the
Rev. Dr. Newman Kali, of London.
He is the author of a tract entitled,
“Come to Jesus,” which had an
immense circulation. At one time
in his career he was severely criti
cised, and was finally stung into
writing a reply full to the brim
with bitter sarcasm. After it w as
written he carried it to Dr. Biriney
of London, and read it to him.—
When lie was through he said :—
“Well, Dr. Binney, how do you like
it ?” “Oh,” was the careful reply,
“I think it isremarKably well writ
ten, and there are sharp and bitter
things in it. By the way, 'iTaT
have you fixed upon a title for it
as yet ?” “No, I have not,’ replied
Dr. Hall, “Perhaps you can assist
me in the matter.” Then Dr. Bin-
ney said slowly and deliberately :
“While you were reading some of
those hard hits it occurred to me
that this would be a good title; “Go
to the Devil” by the author of “Come
to Jesus.” The humor of tiie sug
gestion carried the day, and the ar
ticle was torn on the spot- Ex
change.
T.o! as the wind- 80 1S 1,101 f, ‘ I t - {e
. . i o «ob. a storin, astnie.
A moan, a sigM a ;, i
Being all
Let us he mein
The poor tow
From hear'
That will be
/
A Solon’s Mistake.
A Congressman was recently in
vited fo a dinner in Washington.
He says : “There wasn’t anything
on the table when I got there but
some forks and spoons and bric-a
brae. Presently they brought in
some souj). As I didnt see nothing
else I thought I’d eat all the soup
P could though soup is a
mighty, poor dinner to invite a
feller to. So I was helped four
times, and then come on the finest
dinner I ever seen, and there I set,”
groaned “chock full of soup !’’—
Detroit Free Press.
Mark Twain’s last was a very pot
liable hit, - considered where it was
delivered. The place was the “Hub”
and he was lecturing on the Sand
wich Islands. Speaking of the can
nibals, he said : “At this point I
usually illustrate •cannibalism be
fore the. audience; but I ain a
stranger here, and diffident-’'-about
askingdavors. II©\vei»w,” he con
tinued, “if there is anyTady present
who is willing to contribute a l
for the purpose of the
should be glad to kitov^
am aware, though,
have become scarce
late, having been t
neglect and ill treat
woman movement
From Boston Herald.
As to “Stonewall” Jackson.
A correspondent writes to thel
Kansas City Journal : I see inj
your issue of the 12th inst., an in-1
quirer asks where “Stonewall”|
Jackson got the name of “Stone
wall,” and your reply is that thel
title of “Stonewall” was given Gen.I
Jackson at the second battle of Bulll
Run by Gen. Lee. Allow me, asl
one of the old soldiers of the oneel
Army of Northern Virginia, to cor-l
reel you, and who was during thel
late war under the famous “Stone-1
wall.” The name, as General Jack]
son always himself said, belonged
to his brigade-and not to himself!
During the first battle of Bull Run]
when the confederate forces wert
being very hard pushed on whaj
was known as the “Henry housv
plateau,” Gen. Bee’s South Carolij
na troops being very hard pressei]
by a superior force, were showing
signs of giving away, when tlu
gallant Bee ran up and down hi]
lines and told his men to lool
at General Jackson’s brigade—tliejl
were standing like a a “stone wnllj
and from that hour to the present
General Jackson has always been!
known as “Stonewall Jackson.-
Tlic first battle of Bull Run wa>
fought the 21st day of July, lsdlj
under the command of Gensj
Josepeli E. Johnston and Beam
gard, and the second battle of Bullj
Run was fought under General
the last days of August,' 1862, Gen-I
eral Jackson commanding the left|
wing and General Longstrett the
right wing.
E. V. Smally in tlio September Xumbei]
Century.
The Scouts of Civilization.
Charles Dickens once said thal
the typical American would hi
tate about entering heaven, unlesj
assured that be could go farthe|
west. Going west is still a potei
phrase to stir the Mood of the ei
terprising and adventurous, am|
the farther west you go, the great
er seems to be its power v rr ’“-j
men who lead the th|
of civil'"atjoi». on the frohtii
skirmish line do not come from tM
rear. They are always the scout
and pickets. The people of thel
six-weeks-old town do not cornel
from the east. As a rule they arel
from the one-year-old and two-year-l
old towns n • little farther back.—I
Most of the men I met in the Yel-|
loivstone country were from Eas
tern Dakota, or the Black Hills re
gion, or from Western Minnesota.
When asked why they left homes
so recently made in a new country,
their reply was invariably that they
wanted to got farther west.
Reuben Resumed.
“Father,” said the young man, as
he leaned on his hoe, “they say the I
balance of trade is agin us-’
“They do, eh?” “And that our I
bank reserves are rapidly di
minishing.” “Du tell!” “And that I
railroad extension has come to al
halt,’ ‘Well, I swan!’ “And that thel
volume of securities is substantially!
without a market,” “Great snakes
Well, I never ! And do they saj
anything about a feller stm)j^i<r tj
lean on his hoe'to
might b
An item from the"
concerning one of G
men : “Judge Will
of Wilkes, who was
a member of the slat'
\Cays had a free ;•
Georgia railroad
official conn-ectior
and he always
state treasury
him for sorvij
is a rare exc,
one on recoil
