The Carroll free press. (Carrollton, Ga.) 1883-1948, November 23, 1883, Image 1

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CA-iR/ROLLTOXT, GBOBG-IA, ^ , K,X3D-A.lZ, XTOVBMBEB 23,1883. ' PHYSIOIA^acd SURGEON '■r and Chamber's IDIR,. J- IF- COLE, (’ABROI-ETOSjCiA. Is devoting mo of hisjjme and atten tion to surgery and surreal diseases, and i;s prepared for r msi any operation. His charges are reasonable., a. w. Ticrc iu:v, ■ and Slice Maker, , aKKOLLTON. GEORGIA. Tlianking the public for the liberalpat- r .ona ,r c which they have bestowed upon him fn tiie past. V'Quid, Solicit a continu- ifaiiec ofTV.c - auie. TTnntmTnTtr"shoes for 'women and children always on hand. K^-Shcp in the back room < f the post- ; oftice building. JOIIX B. STEWART Wishes to say to the public that he is ■ still prepared to do all kinds ol PHOTOGEAPHINGr and PPESO TYPING 1 in the latest style ami at reasonable pri- . ees. Also keeps on hand a fair stock ot Frames, Cases, Albums, Etc. Copying and enlarging' a specialty— Tcan make all sizes Iron <x :ct to 8x10 ; 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, > ami surely can pay win |.*eu owe the old firm of • Stewart & Son. The estate ntist bo Settled. 1 < reatiy prefer settling uy own business, but will have to put he claims belonging to the estate of J. au at- STEWABT. IJ-RNER aid CHAMBERS, PAitnop.tiP'’, <;i;qbgia U —Dealers n— eral Herohandise, I Are still at thedohi stcud on Koine 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. 'iVe would sajtajtlu^f owing us that 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