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HOLV LIFE-
Th> I,canty of holy life constitutes the most elo
quent ami effective persuasive to religion, which one
human being can address to another. We have many
w aytl 0 f doing good to our fellow-creatures; but none
so good, so efficacious, as leading to virtuous, up
right, and well-ordered life. There is an energy of
moral suasion in a good man’s life, passing the high
est efforts of the orator’s genius. The seen but silent
beauty of holiness speaks more eloquently of God
and duty than the tongues of men and angels. Let
parents remember this. The best inheritance a pa
rent can bequeath to a child, is a virtuous example,
a legacy of hallowed remembrances and associations.
The beauty of holiness beaming through the life of a
loved relative or friend, is more effectual to strength
en such ns do stand in virtuous ways, and raise up
those that are bowed down, than precept, command,
entreaty, or warning. Christianity itself, I believe,
owes by far the greatest part of its moral power, not
to the precepts or parables of Christ, but to bis own
character. The beauty of that holiness which is en
shrined in the four brief biographies of the Man of
Nazareth, has done more, and will do more, to re
generate the world and bring it to an everlasting
righteousness, than all other agencies put together.
It has done more to spread his religion in the world
than all that has ever been preached or written on
the evidences of Christianity.— Dr. Ohalmert.
A BOSTON JUVENILE.
The Boston Times tells a rather “tough story” of
a precocious youth in that city :
A few days ago a youngster, some six or seven
years of age, stepped into Dr. Fret], Brown’s store,
and asked Dr. Withington for a tits*, rate cigar
“Do you smoke, Tommy?” inquired (lie Doctor.
“Now and then,” was the reply.
“Folks all well, Tommy V”
“So so ish—pretty comfortable.”
“1 saw your mother the other day; she was dress
ed in deep mourning. Who is that for Tommy?”
“Why, you know that father has been very sick.”
“Yes; but bless me, he ain’t dead, is he?”
“Dead? no f lie’s got nearly well; and mother
was so disappointed she put on mourning, and says
she is wearing it for an aunt of mine who died some
time ago; but you and I understand it Doctor, that’s
in a pig’s eye. You don’t want to step over to
Young's and moisten the alimentary, do you !”
“No.”
“Well, Frank Goell’s a perfect trump—-I guess I’ll
go and see him. Good morning, Doctor.”
A (‘FAST” CHILD.
Children have sometimes a peculiar way of saying
things very subversive of gravity in the oik folks.
Mr Fredrick Fitzgerald Smith had a luxurious
growth of whiskers. The lower part i.f his eounte
nance was entirely enveloped in hair from ear to ear.
The pilous vegetation stood out in large, matted,
tangled and curly magnificent masses all over his
jaws and chin. Indeed, it was commonly reported
that he had taken a premium on it at a fair held by
the society for “ameliorating the condition of the
Jews, and encouraging the growth of the hair.”
Nature, if too profuse in her gills in one direction,
is very apt to correct the redundancy by a compen
sative deficiency’ in another.
8o it happened with Mr, Fredrick Fitzgerald Smith.
All over the upper part of his head above his ears
was very curly. Hut per contra :
“lie had no hair on the top of his head,
In (he place where the wool ought to grow.”
Mr. Smith lodged one night and breakfasted at the
house of Mr. .John Simpkins, his friend. Mr. Simp
kins had, like every parent who has children, a very
•mart little girl. It is surprising how many smart
children there are now a days I At the breakfast ta
ble young Miss Arabella Simpkins could not take her
eyes for one montent from the patriarchal counte
nance of Mr. Smith.
“Arabella, love, don’t be so rude,”*nuged Mrs.
Simpkins, primus.
“Arabella, eat your toast,” frowned Mr. Simpkins,
secuudus.
Hut Arabella kept staring at Mr. Fredrick Fitzger
ald Smith.
“Betty, remove this naughty girl from the table,”
cried Mr. Simpkins, in a rage.
“I don’t want to go, urn, 1 don’t!” squalled the
smart Arabella. “1 want to look at that man a little
longer. Don't you see, mn, h< font got his head on
wrong aide up."’
The young lady was living and doing well at last
accounts, but it is difficult to conceive how she can
survive.
THE ADULTERATION OF FOOD.
A Parliamentary committee is silting in England,
t inquire into the adulteration of food, drink, drugs,
Ac. At its first session, Dr. II assail, who was called
as a witness, mentioned the various articles generally
adulterated, with the substances employed for the
purpose. Coffee, he stated, was adulterated by chic
ory wheat, rye, roasted peas and beans, mangold
tvurtzell and acorns—porter and stout by water, su-
gar, treacle, salt, eoculus indicus, tobacco, worm
>'“od, ginger, liquorice, honey, alum, carbonate of
soda, ground oyster shells, caraway seeds, and corn- ;
nnder; rum by water und Cayenne pepper; milk by
water,auuatto, sheep’s brains, Ac.; sugar (rarely
adulterated) by sand and plaster of Paris; tea by
exhausted tea leaves, starch and various coloring mat
ters, such as plumbago and Prussian blue; wine by
■ ugar tburm) and sulphuric acid. There was no
suy.n thing as a pure green tea to be bad at piesent
m the country.
tiTThe bouse is a caatlo, bowls the rumseller
~ot ° uier ,i “<>^”v
! , i • V Uu> ‘ s * m ® t,,n h the shameless fra i
emit) claim the right to enter the homes of the !
sL lt‘l, I"', ‘° f drunk and de- i
) aud k'H uim desohtuon and wo hroods over
t *” hv **"* a rumshop and
11 “ f Die mother and children
JST ri ‘* ‘ U *“ , who ih ‘ w ys behind-h.nd has re
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For the Banner.
FRIENDSHIP'S WREATH.
TO EMMS.
While other friends their tribute bear
To Friendship’s holy shrine,
f too would breathe the votive prayer,
And ask n place for mine.
The gift I bring is but a wreath
Os feeling’s dewy flowers,
That budded, bloomed, and grew beneath
Thy smile, in happy hours.
Accept the wreath that Fancy weaves
Os passion flowers for thee,
And ‘mong thy heart's unwritten leaves,
This garland press for me.
And long as flowers deck the field,
And scent each sunlit place—
Let “ Friendship’s Wreath” its fragrance yield,
Tn Memory’s pictured vase! *
THE DEAD WIFE.
In comparison with the loss of a wife, all other be
reavements arc trifles. The wife! she who fills so
large a space in the domestic heaven, she who is so
busied, so unwearied—bitter, bitter is the tear that
falls on her clay. You stand beside her coffin and
think of the past. It seems an amber-colored path
way, where the sun shone upon beautiful flowers,
or the stars hung glittering overhead. Fain would
the soul linger there. No thorns are remembered
above tlejl sweet clay, save those your hand may
have unwillingly planted. Iler noble, tender heart,
lies open to your inmost sight. You think of her
mm as all gentleness, all beauty and purity. But
she is dead !■ The dear head that laid upon your
bosom, rests in the. still darkness, upon a pillow of
clay. The hands that have ministered so untiringly,
are folded, white and cold, beneath the gloomy por
tals. The heart whose every heat measured an eter
nity of love, lies under your feet. The flowers she
bent over with smiles, bend now above her with
tears, shaking the dew from their petals, that the
verdure around her may he kept green and beautiful.
Many a husband may read this in the silence of a
broken homo. There is no white arm over your
shoulder; no speaking face to look up in the eye of
love! no trembling lips to murmur —“Oh! it is so
sad!’’
The little one, whose nest is titled, gazes in won
der at your solemn face, puts up its tiny hand to stay
the tears, and then nestles back to its father’s bosom,
half conscious that the wing which sheltered most
fondly, is broken.
There is so strange a hush in every room! No
smile to greet you at nightfall. And the old clock
ticks and strikes, strikes and ticks!—it was such
music when she could hear it! Now it seems to
knell only the hours through v\ hieli you watched
the shadows of death gathering upon her sweet face.
It strikes one !—that fatal time w hen the death
warrant rang out—“there is no hope.” Two! she
lies placidly still—sometimes smiling faintly, some
times grieving a little, for she is young to tread the
valley es the shadow. Three! the babe has been
brought in, its little face laid on her bosom for the
last time. Four! her breath becomes fainter, but a
heavenly joy iiradiates l\yr brow. Five! there is a
slight chance—O! that she might live! —Father
spare her.
“Thy will be done.”
It was her soil, broken accents. Yes! Heavenly
Friend, whogavest her to bless me, Thy will be done;
Six! there are footsteps near. Weeping friends
around. She bids them farewell as she murmurs,
“meet me in heaven.” The damp drops gather upon
her pallid features at the seventh hour. She lies
very still —sometimes she hears sweet music. Eight!
passing away so gently! Hut her hand yet clings to
yours, and so she lies, while the old house clock tolls
forth nine—ten—eleven—twelve—solemn strokes.
You spring to your feet. The lips are still— cold to
your lips. The small hand has fallen back—its touch
grows icy. She is gone. She will never speak to
you again on earth. You must bear that cold gaze
that love so lately kindled -and you fall weeping by
her side.
And every day that clock repeats that old story.
Many another tale it telleth, too—of joys past—of
sorrows shared- of beautiful words and deeds regis
tered above. You feel—oh! how often, that the
grave cannot keep her. \on know she is in a hap
pier world, yet that sometimes she is by your side—
an angel presence! You look at your innocent babe,
and think that a seraph is guarding it. Cherish
these emotions -they will make you happier. Let
her holy presence he as a charm to keep you from
evil. In all new and pleasant connections, give her
a place in yout; heart. Never forget what she has
been to you—that she has loved you. He tender of
her memory—so may you meet her with a soul sus
tained—a bright and beautiful spirit-bride, where no
one shall say any more for ever—“ She is dead.”
PRETTY—VERY.
“In passing up the street, the other day,” says the |
Fall River Monitor, “we met two little girls of some !
seven or eight summers, who seemed to be enjoy- j
ing vacation finely, and all to themselves. Passing!
through the street, unmindful of what was going on,’
they seemed as happy as two larks, and looked as!
beautiful as they seemed happy. Stopping at one j
ot our candy shops, one of them made a purchase of i
candy- a large, nice-looking stick—and breaking it,
gave her little companion half, saying, as she did it,
with the utmost simplicity imaginable, ‘Here, Mary.!
you.may have the largest half, as you are thesmail- ;
est. Dear, artless child, what a lesson of unselfish- i
ness was contained in thy simple words. God bless!
| you, and enable you through life to manifest the
isHtne gentle and sweet spirit. ‘Here, Marv, you
; may have the largest half, as you are the smallest.’
V hat teachers children sometimes are!”
A HUSBAND.
“My friend,” says the Family Herald. “You w ill
nev.r realize your beau-ideal of a husband in this
world. It must be a poor imagination that does not
far transcend the re.V Fancy is always in advance;
*j* !r f ect such
*•- C. C. NORTON.
the temperance banner.
as you describe him, would he a hit of a nuisance;
so noble and so exalted, and so intelligent and pure,
we less favored men might complain that nature has
been too bountiful to this fellow and treated us rath
er shabbily; we might even conspire against him
and do for him; so perhaps it is quite as well to take
a real man, after all—a man like the rest of us, with
out any superhuman or inhuman pretensions—a
mixture of strength and weakness, good and evil —
one of Eve’s own sons—the best sort of husband,
after all. Marry the ideal husband in the ideal world,
arid the real husband in the real world.”
Clje Cempranct banner.
PENFIELD, GEORGIA.
Saturday Morning; September 15,1855.
I'OK VOVERIVOH)
P>. It. OVERBY,
OF FULTON.
COITtT WEEK.
We have been in Greencsboro two days during
the present week, and saw and heard a good many
things of which we would like to speak, if we had
time and space. The principal exciten ent was the
political speeches that were made. While we heard
many arguments in favor of and against Know Noth
ingism, we saw some in favor of Prohibition. We
saw hoy*, still in their teens, with bloated faces, red
noses, hloodshotten eyes, and all the “damning proof”
that indicates a sot. \Y e saw respectable, highmind
ed middleaged gentlemen under the influence of li
quor. We saw old men, with white hair and trem
bling limbs, lying beastly drunk on the ground—-a
subject for the wicked sport of hair-brained, preco
cious specimens of “Young America,” who, if they
do not change their habits, will furnish the same kind
of sport for the hoys of the next generation. We
heard of the “Beast’ with many horns, which one
party said was Catholicism, the other, Know Noth
ingism. We mw the beast goring the people, tram
pling the white locks of age in the dust, while Poli
ticians sharpen his horns, hold the red flag before
bis eyes to enrage him, and turn him loose upon so
ciety. AY c heard of the cess-pool of Know Nothing
ism, we thought of grog shops. We heard of a de
luge of paupers and criminals that flood our country,
we could not avoid thinking of the fact, (hat ninu
tenths of them are made so by’ liquor. YVe heard
that the Know Nothings would destroy our govern
ment, that the Catholics would accomplish the over
throw of our liberties, we saw the most insidious,
treacherous foe of the human race, doing his work of
death—we saw Liquor palsying the strong arm, de
stroying reason—enslaving the most towering intel
lect - placing the plague-spot upon the flushed cheek
of youthful promise—perverting the moral sensibili
ties—breeding tights and brawls—creating paupers,
idlers, loafers, gamblers, rogues, and criminals—mak
ing widows, orphans, idiots, and maniacs—attacking
in every form and shape the very vitals of society,
and we thought that Intemperance was the great
evil of the age—the fell destroyer that threatens the
most speedy destruction of our country. How ioiur
will the people having “eyes see not?” *
IS PROHIBITION A NOBLE CAUSE !
No nobler cause (religion excepted) has ever en
gaged the attention of man. Ask the various classes
of people, if it is a noble cause, and mark their an
swers. The rumseller who receives the price of
blood—who, like a vampvre, fastens himself with in
satiable fury upon the vitals of society—who coins
tears and sighs into wealth—who dashes the spark
ling cup of joy from the lips of youth—who converts
the useful citizen into a street vagabond—who sends
the gray hairs of doating parents with sorrow to
the grave—who deals to his neighbor, his neighbor’s
son, or his neighbor’s slaves, dkatii for dimes, will tell
you it is not a noble cause. The demagogue who
can buy the political birthright of an American free
man for a pint of mean w hisky, and would sell him
self body and soul to the Prince of darkness for a
small oflieo, would say it is not a noble cause. And
these, for the most part, are the sort of men who de
ny that our cause is a noble one—men, in whose
hearts selfishness has taken complete possession, and
driven out every no ler feeling ; who care nothing
for the interests of society, and are influenced by no
higher motives than gain and self-aggrandizement
men, whose dwarfed, shrunken, ill-shaped souls
! would he a perfect joke for the Devil—and these are
; the men, who call us enthusiasts, madmen, visiona
! ries, and deny that ours in a noble cause.
Who think our cause a noble one ? Ask the or
der-loving, peaceable citizen who does everything to
j advance the interests of society—ask the highmind
j ed, honorable, patriotic politician, who loves his
i country—ask the pious, devoted Christian, whose
: locks have gi own white while battling with the temp
tations of earth—ask the stricken father who has
| seen his boy of promise become a driveling sot, and j
! has shed the bitterest tears of earth—the tears of
| shame over the grave of a drunken son—ask thebro
ken hearted mother, who has drained the last drop
i in the cup of bitterness, felt the last tie that bound
her to earth torn rudely asunder, when she has seen
the light of her child’s genius, which she hoped
would enlighten the world, quenched, forever quench
|od in the sepulchre of the winecup—-u hen she has
i seen the life bark, which she had committed to the ,
waves laden with a mother’s love—a mother's hopes
j— a mother’s prayers, fondly beliex ing that it would
: proudly ride the foaming wave, go down, amidst
! gloom and darkness, to rise no more—ask the care
worn wife, who has seen every idol of her heart-w or
• ship torn from its place bv the fierce Demon of In- j
temperance, whose heart is tin sepulchre of her j
i hopes—ask her —ask each—ask all of these—ask the
poor drunkard, the slave of appetite -ask the naked,,
starving, ignorant orphans—ask the occupants of;
your jails, your poorhouses, your asylums, your pen
ilentiaries, and the testimony of all would be, it is a
Noni r CAfsr. From many a desohitsorrow-strick
en heart would arise tin- encouraging words, go vi!
OSod speed you in your noble work! Yes! from
thousands of human hearts, where no hope is left,
but the hope of heaven, arises uightlv the earnest
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beseech ings of bruised spirits, for our success! And
i the tears, the sighs, the entreaties of suffering, bleed
ling humanity, wu.i, not be in vain. They will as
cernl and congregate in clouds between us and hea
ven, to descend, either in showers of blessing, or in
vials of wratli and thunderbolts of vengeance. Jus
tice will be done “though the heavens fall.” Our
cause is the cause of Truth, of Justice, and Humani
ty, and so noble a cause must succeed. *
OUR CAUSE.
•‘Oin cause is Cain iso ukousd,” is the cheering
information that reaches us every mail. The people
are awaking to their best interests! The patriotic
voters of Georgia will not turn a deaf ear to the voice
of Reason—the voice of suffering humanity—the
wailing voice of woe and misery that from every alley
and by-way of human existence, cries aloud for help
—for Rkkob.m ! Politicians may beat their politi al
raw-hides and “stretch their leathern coats to burst
ing making an infernal din, but from a purer sky
fall the thunder tones of truth upon the public heart
like revelation from heaven! Demagogues may
throw dust in the eyes of the people—blind them to
the true issues, but a conflagration has been kindled,
which, spreading over our land, shall expose, iu all
its unutterable horrors, that hoary iniquity, the Li
quor Traffic, and bring to view the misshapen forms
of vice and woe and misery, that like slime-begotten
reptiles breed and riot in those dens of death and
darkness—the “Antechambersof Hell.” Party lead
ers may stuff cotton in the ears of partisans to pre
vent them from hearing thedemonds of public opin
ion, that is now loudly calling for a cessation of the
evil of Intemperance, but it will avail them nothing.
The handwriting is on the wall! The people have
translated it! The days of the fell Tyrant are num
bered ! The reign of King Alcohol approaches its
end! His Kingdom, built of human bones and ce
mented with woman’s tears that has for ages scourged
the earth, totters on its base! “The awful voice
of the blood-avenging spirit” has doomed to destruc
t on the “Temple of Blood,” and its bloated, carbun
cled priests may clutch their illgotten gold, and
tremble with the impotent rage of fangless vipers!
God speed the day when the last vestige of Rum’s
desolating sway shall be swept from our State, and
the peaceful banner of Prohibition float above the
peace-destroying strongholds, and bloodstained bat
tlements of the liquor Demon! *
PURE LIQUOR.
Dr. 11. Cox, of Buffalo, inspector under the prohi
bitory law has inspected seventy-six qualities of va
rious liquors in that city since he has been in office.
He had found some pure liquor, but a great deal of
low percentage, and some pernicious fluids. In do
mestic brandy and port wine he had found the fol
lowing ingredients in large quantities, viz: Prussic
acid , sulphuric acid, cider, alum, beet-root juice,
(coloring) nitric arid, logwood, lead and copper! —
He inspected a cask of liquor represented as domes
tic brandy, which was very strongly tinctured with
sulphuric and nitric acids, so much so that the drink
ing of a reasonable quantity of it would produce se
rious injury. There was not a particle of alcohol in
it. In this case, but one man had partaken of the
liquor in the cask, and ho was immediately taken
sick after doing so. — Exchange.
The above article itself furnishes a sufficient rea
son for Prohibition. No wonder that men become
maniacs, under the influence of alcoholic drinks!—
No wonder that health and mind are destroyed!—
When a man takes poison, he may expect to be poi
soned. Hut notwithstanding it is a well established
fact that nine-tenths of the liquor is adulterated with
deadly poisons, still there are some who object to
prohibiting the sale of it—who assert that a man has
the right to kill himself and his neighbor, and starve
women and children, by the sale of Poison. Men
who can indulge in these poisons, with such facts as
the above before their eyes, would never be driven
to the necessity of committing suicide, by drinking,
if the Fool-killer were to do his duty. *
WHY IS IT
That L. D. I.allcrxtedt, under the Globe Hotel,
Augusta, Ga., can afford to sell his goods so cheap?
Simply, because lie advertises, and thus secures an
extensive patronage. Call at his store, and ask him,
if this is not the reason.
THE DESERTED WIFE
Is a novel now in press, and soon to be published,
by that most famous, perhaps, of American Female
writers, Mrs. Southworth. We have seen the first
•Jt pages of the work, which have whetted our appe
tite for more. The opinions of the press are very
favorable. It is for sale by T. B. Peterson, 102 Chest
nut-street, Philadelphia.
OUR BOOK TABLE.
Craham's Magazine. —The September number of
this excellent monthly is, perhaps, as good as any
preceding number has been. It is published by
Abraham 11. Lee, Philadelphia, 10G Chestnut-street,
at $3 per annum.
London, Quarterly. —This well established Review
has been received. Any information can be obtain
ed by referring to our advertisement of Scott’s re
publications.
Harper's Story Bools. —We have received No. 10
of this interesting work. It can be had of Harper
A Brothers, Franklin Square, N. Y.
Word worth's Youth's Cabinet. —An excellent work
for youth, published by D. A. Woodworth, 118 Nas
sau-street, N. Y. 4 copies for $3,50; 5 copies for
$4,00; 8 copies for $6,00.
Soil of the South. —This popular agricultural jour
nal is before us. It has many good things for the
Farmer. Published by Lomax & Ellis, Columbus,
Ga., at SI,OO per annum.
Snithern Cultivator. —This old and well establish
ed monthly lias an inviting table of contents, and
can be had of W. S. Jones, Augusta, Ga., at SI,OO
in advance.
IriC A correspondent writing from Atlanta under
date of Sept. 7, says :
“I learn this morning that in Macon county the
Know Nothings are splitting up, and warring against
each other and they are going now for Overby. My
informant is a man of undoubted veracity. Well
done 1
“Some-—many, seem to think if the election could
be postponed till next spring, Overby would be fore
most in the contest, or at least would beat Andrews.
From the recent signs of the times I have strong
: reasons to believe that he will beat Andrews as it is.
Let us take courage. Scores of discoinfitted Know
Nothings are determined to assert their liberty and
vote like freemen.
TO OUR PROHIBITION FRIENDS.
It has been, no doubt, observed by many of our
Prohibition friends that the members of the two po
litical parties, have endeavored, as much as possible,
to keep silence in their discussions in regard to the
question of Prohibition as a matter of policy; but
they are very careful in their endeavors to make the
impression (privately) that the Prohibitionists are
only throwing a,ray their rotes in favor of Johnson.
They are afraid to meet us in open discussion, lest
the light that might be brought to hear upon the
public mind by these discussions, should have a ten
dency to weaken their strength and defeat their ob
jects. Now, we would caution our friends against
these would-be politicians, and warn them of their
deceptive, advice. They are only endeavoring to de
coy you from the support of principle to that of par
ty and of men ; they will do to watch in these catch
penny times of political excitement—when political
tricksters are endeavoring to swindle the people out
of their votes by cunningly devised stories which
have not the least foundation for truth.
They are circulating reports to the effect that
Overby will not receive as many as fifty votes in
some counties ; and some go so far as to say he will
not get one. Now these men LIE IN THEIR
THROATS when they male any such assertions ;
and no man who has any credit for veracity or hon
esty will get up any such BASE FALSEHOODS!—
THESE LIES will certainly be NAILED TO THE
COUNTER on the first Monday in October nest.
MARK IT l—Atlanta Republican.
For the Banner.
30,000 VOTES FOR OVERBY.
“What conscience dictates to be done
Or warns me not to do—
Thin, teach more than Hell to shun—
That, more than Heaven pursue!”
I notice daily withdrawals from the Know Nothing
Order, and hear of daily accessions to the Cold Wa
ter Army. Overby stands without a blur upon his
character, the champion of Prohibition, and Prohi
bitionists begin to feel it their duty to vote for him
in preference to either of the other candidates.—
Scores upon scores are leaving the new party because
they consider its covert meetings and unmanlv re
straints unrepublican and burdensome; and to whose
support will they go ? To the support of Overby.—
Hence I infer that Overby will beat Andrews in this
contest. He has superior claims upon the people,
having been first presented for their suffrage; and
Andrews having been irregularly thrust in upon us,
how can he expect true Prohibitionists to sustain his
unjust nomination.
Overby is as true to Southern rights as any man,
and why not vote for him? Why vote against the
dictates of a good conscience, merely to eater to the
vanity of anew fanaticism? Ido not believe, when
it comes to the test, good and true Temperance men
will do it. Every Philanthropist will feel bound to
vote as though he felt it was the last act that he
would leave recorded as an example, and as an im
pression of good to mankind. Every county should
feel a pride in presenting as strong a rotefor Over
by as possible— it will have a good effect for temper
ance in many respects, evident to every reflecting
inan. Let no one absolve himself from hisduty— let
every Prohibitionist have it to say, in the future, 1
voted for Overby—that would have a powerful influ
ence—each one that may say, I did not vote for him,
will exert a bad influence. Friends, as Patriots, as
Philanthropists, as Christians, vote upon principle—
it will do you good to reflect upon your recorded vote
for suffering humanity. Let us go to the polls and
for one time lay aside prejudice, partisan feelings,
and rotefor temperance in all things. Arenotgrog
shops the GREATEST EVILS in the land? Why
then become alarmed about improbable dangers,
when violence, bloodshed and wo are in the midst of
the domestic circle, laying waste the fairest hopes of
life! Xow is the time to strike for “Peace, Harmo
ny and Love.” Let us, in our day, do something for
the good of mankind.
LOVE, PURITY AND FIDELITY.
For the Banner.
MR. OVERBY IN HENRY COUNTY.
Messrs. Editors —On yesterday, Sept. 4th, pursu
ant to previous notice, some six or eight hundred of
the voters of the county of Henry, assembled in the
Court House at McDonough, for the purpose of giv
ing audience to the Hon. B. 11. Overby, the standard
bearer of the Prohibitory party of Georgia.
The anxious inquiry, “has Overby come?” heard
at almost every moment until his arrival was an
nounced, manifested most clearly the intense anxiety
felt by every one, irrespective of party, to hear the
able advocate of the prohibition cause.
At 10 o’clock, A. M., he was ushered in and intro
duced to his fellow-citizens of Henry, by that old
veteran in the Temperance Cause, Dr. F. E. Manson.
The court-room was crowded to overflowing—a
“deep silence reigned profound” and a thousand eyes
bent an anxious gaze, as our gallant and noble Over
by rose deliberately to address his hearers upon his
wedded thcinc—prohibition.
I was proud of his manly form, his handsome face,
Websterian cast, cultivated mind and massive intel
lect. ’Twere vain to attempt to follow him in his
speech of three hours and a half, with the slightest
idea of doing him anything like justice. He chained
his audience as with a magic spell, notwithstanding
many were compelled, from want of seats, tostandup
all the time. Indeed, I have never heard such an
able, elaborate, conclusive and fearless effort.
Occasionally his discourse was interspersed with
anecdotes, rich and rare, designed to illustrate the
ideas he wished to communicate—then it would as
sume an argumentative cast, succeeded ever and
anon by a burst of thrilling eloquence —his eyes
flashing with confiscations of genius, his words of
tiuth carrying conviction home to the hearts of near
ly all present, and making every soul burn with love
for his cause. He portrayed with graphic sketch,
almost living, breathing pictures of the poor, defence
less, inoffensive wives and children, who are indi*
September