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LAUNDRY. For the coiveoienw of my patrons I have opened • »"“ t the second door W»» ‘ “ Baot>o«Co».ra»X.»“ I oooaMtion with my oM business on Broad street. I will superintend the work at both Laundries and guar antee satisfaction. HARRY LEE. J. H. HUFF’S BOOK AND MUSIC STORE is the place for you to buy your Books, Stationery, Window Shades, and Fancy Goods. PIANOS and ORGANS. All at Bar gain Prices. J. fi. HUFF, 24 HILL STREET. Guardian's Sale. STATE OF GEORGIA, Spalding County. By virtue of an order granted by the ordinary of Spalding county, Georgia, at the March term of said court, 1899,1 will sell to the highest bidder, before the court house door in Griffin, Georgia, between the legal hours of sale, on the first Tues day in April, 1899, the following proper ty": Two-thirds (») interest in twenty three acres of land, more or less, bounded as follows: North by lands of J. T. Beasley, east by lands of E. T. Kendall south by lands of Mrs. Sarah Beasley and B. O. Head and west by lands of W. J, Bridges. Sold for the purpose of encroach ing on corpus of ward’s estate fortheir maintenance and education. Terms cash. W. T. Beaslky, Guardian of his minor children. March 6th, 1899. Ordinary’s Advertisements. CT' ' ' 1 - ■ ■ STATE OF GEORGIA, Spalding County. To All Whom it May Concern: J. Chestney Smith, County Administrator, having, in proper form, applied to me for permanent letters of administration on the estate of Mrs. J. D. Sherrell, late of said county, this is to cite all and singular the creditors and next of kin of Mrs. J. D. Sherrell to be and appear at my office in Griffin, Ga., on the first Monday in April, by 10 o’clock a. m., 1899, and to show cause, if any they can, why permanent administration should not <be granted to J. Chestney Smith, County Administrator, on Mrs. J. D. Sherrell’s estate. Witness my hand and official signature, this 6th day of March, 1899. J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary. STATE OF GEORGIA, Spalding County. Whereas, A. J. Walker, Administrator of Miss Lavonia Walker, represents to the Court in his petition, duly filed and en tered on record, that he has fully admin istered Miss Lavonia Walker’s estate. This is therefore to cite all persons con cerned, kindred and creditors, to show cause, if any they can, why said Adminis trator should not be discharged from his administration, and receive letters of dis mission on the first Monday in May, 1899. J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary. February 6th, 1899. TO THE SHU{.<><> SAVIM) BY THE SEABOARD AIR LINE, Atlanta to Richmond sl4 50 Atlanta to Washington 14 50 Atlanta to Baltimore via Washing- ton 15.70 Atlanta to Baltimore via Norfolk and Bay Line steamer 15.25 Atlanta to Philadelphia via Nor- folk 18.05 Atlanta to Philadelphia via Wash ington 18.50 Atlanta to New York via Richmond and Washington 21.00 Atlanta to New York via Norfolk, Va and Cape Charles Route 20.55 Atlanta to New York via Norfolk, Va , and Norfolk and Washington Steamboat Company, via Wash ington 21.00 Atlanta to New York via Norfolk, Va., Bay Line steamer to Balti more, and rail to New York 20.55 Atlanta to New York via Norfolk and Old Dominion S. S. Co. (meals and staleroom included) 20.25 Atlanta to Boston via Norfolk and steamer (meals and stateroom in cluded) 21.50 Atlanta to Boston via Washington and New York • 24.00 The rate mentioned above to Washing ton, Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York and Boston are $3 less than by any other all rail line. The above rates apply from Atlanta. Tickets to the east are sold from most all points in the territory of the Southern States Passenger Association, via the Seaboard Air Line, at $3 less than by any other all rail line. For tickets, sleeping car accommoda tions, call on or address I B. A. NEWLAND, Gen. Agent Pass Dept. WM. BISHOP CLEMENTS, T. P. A., No. 6 Kimball House, Atlanta WE PAY S2OO cash for a single stamp like cut I We pay to eaciK for many postage stn nips used between 1*47 and 1870. Look up your old letters and those of your neighbors; you may find stamps worth thousands of dollars. Semi to-day for FREE illustrated lists. „ ~ St. Lou fa. Mo. ( iiRIM'S LAST HOUR. DR. TALMAGE FINDS LESSONS OF COM- FORT IN A SAD SCENE. The Great Divine Say* That Heav en’* BriKhteat Crown* Shall Adorn the Bron, of Those Who Bear Life'* BurtletiM With Christian Fortitude. [Copyright, 1899. by American. Press Asso ciation.] Washington, March 26.—From the pa thetic scene of Christ’s last hour of suffer ing Dr. Talmage in this sermon draws lessons of comfort for people in trouble; text, John xix, 30, “When Jesus there fore had received the vinegar.” The brigands of Jerusalem had done their work. It was almost sundown, and Jesus was dying. Persons in crucifixion often lingered on from day to day, crying, begging, cursing, but Christ had been ex hausted by years of maltreatment. Pillow less, poorly fed, flogged, as bent over and tied to a low post his baro back was in flamed with the scourges intersticed with pieces of lead and bone, and now for whole hours tlie weight of his body hung on deli cate tendons, and, according to custom, a violent stroke under the armpits had been given by the executioner. Dizzy, nauseat ed, feverish, a world of agony is compress ed in the two words, “I thirst!” Oh, skies of J udea, let a drop of rain strike on his burning tongue! Oh, world, with roll ing rivers and sparkling lakes and spray ing fountains, give Jesus something to drink! If there be any pity in earth or heaven or hell, lot it now be demonstrated in behalf of this royal sufferer. The wealthy women of Jerusalem used to have a fund of money with which they provided wino for those people who died in crucifixion—a powerful opiate to dead en the pain—but Christ would not take it. Ho wanted to die sober, and so he refused the wine. But afterward they go to a cup of vinegar and soak a sponge in it and put it on a stick of hyssop and then press it against the hot lips of Christ. You say the wine was an anaesthetic and intended to relievo or deaden the pain. But the vinegar was an insult. Lite’* Wenk Spot*. In sonic lives the saccharine seems to predominate. Life is sunshine on a bank of flowers. A thousand hands to clap ap proval. In December or in January, look ing across their table, they see all their family present. Health rubicund, skies flamboyant, days resilient But in a great many cases there are not so many sugars as acids. The annoyances, and tho vexa tions, and the disappointments of life over power tho successes. There is a gravel in almost every shoe. An Arabian legend says that there was a worm in Solomon's staff gnawing its strength away, and there is a weak spot in every earthly support that a man leans on. King George of England forgot all the grandeurs of his throne because one day in an interview Beau Brummel called him by his first name and addressed him as a servant, cry ing, “George, ring the bell 1” Miss Lang don, honored ail the world over for her poetic genius, is so worried over the evil reports set afloat regarding her that she is found dead with an empty bottle of prussic acid in her hand. Goldsmith said that his life was a wretched being, and that all that want and contempt could bring to it had been brought, and cries out, “What, then, is there formidable in a jail?” Correggio’s fine painting is hung up for a tavern sign. Hogarth cannot sell his best painting except through a raffle. Andrea del Sarto makes the great fresco in tho Church of the Annunciate at Flor ence and gets for pay a sack of corn, and there are annoyances and vexations in high places as well as in low places, show ing that in a great many lives are the sours greater than the sweets. “When Jesus therefore had received tho vinegar.” It is absurd to suppose that a man who has always been well can sympathize with those who aro sick, or that one who has always been honored can appreciate tho sorrow of those who are despised, or that one who has been born to a great fortune can understand the distress and the straits of those who are destitute. The fact that Christ himself took the vinegar makes him able to sympathize today and forever with all those whose cup is filled with tho sharp acids of this life. He took the vinega.l The Treacherous Friend. In the first place, there was the sourness of betrayal. Tho-treachery of Judas hurt Christ's feelings more than all the friend ship of his disciples did him good. You have had many friends, but there was one friend upon whom you put especial stress. You feasted him. You loaned him money. You befriended him in the dark passes of life, when ho especially needed a friend. Afterward, he turned upon you, and he took advantage of your former intimacies. He wrote against you. He talked against you. He microscopized your faults. He flung contempt at you, when you ought to have received nothing but gratitude. At first you could not sleep at night. Then you went about with a sense of having been stung. That difficulty will never be healed, for though mutual friends may ar bitrate in the matter until you shall shake hands, the old cordiality will never come back. Now I commend to all such tho sympathy of a betrayed Christ. Why, they sold him for less than our S2O! They all forsook him and fled. They cut him to the quick. He drank that cup to the dregs. He took tho vinegar. There is also the sourness of pain. There are some of you who have not seen a well day for many years. By keeping out of drafts, and by carefully studying dietetics, you continue to this time, but oh, the headaches, and tho side aches, and the backaches, and the heartaches which have been your accompaniment all the way through! You have struggled un der a heavy mortgage of physical dis abilities, and instead of the placidity that once characterized you it is now only with great effort that you keep away from Irritability and sharp retort. Difficulties of respiration, of digestion, of locomotion, make up the great obstacle in your life, and you tug and sweat along the pathway and wonder when the exhaustion will end. My friends, the brightest crowns in heaven will not be given to those who, in stirrups, dashed to the cavalry charge, while the general applauded, and the sound of clash ing sabers rang through the land, but the brightest crowns in heaven, I believe, will be given to those who trudged on amid chronic ailments which unnerved their strength, yet i*ll the time maintaining their faith in God. It is comparatively easy to fight in a regiment of a thousand men, charging up tho parapets to the sound of martial music, but it is not so easy to endure when no one but the nurse and tli" doctor are the witnesses of the Christian fortitude Besides that, you never had ai.y pains worse than Christ's. The • ~s that slang through his , bis hands, through Ms feet, hi- heart, were a* great as yours ! wuial*. H» m and m waarf. Notanerre ottnuscla or ligament escaped. All the pangs of al! the nations of all the ages compressed into one sour cup. He took the vinegar! <hriMt*N Privations. There is also tho sourness of poverty. Your income dees not meet your outgo ings, and that always gives an honest man anxiety. There is no sign of destitution about you—pleasant appearance and a cheerful home for you—but God only knows what a time you have had to man age your private finances. Just as the bills run up the wages seem to run down. You may say nothing, but life to you is a hard push, and when you sit down with your wife and talk over tho expenses you both rise up discouraged. You abridge here, and you abridge there, and you get things snug for smooth sailing, and, 10, suddenly there is a large doctor's bill to pay, or you have lost your pocketbook, or some debtor has failed, and you aro thrown abeam end. Well, brother, you aro in glorious company. Christ owned not the house in which he stopped or the colt on which he rode or the bout in which he sailed. He lived in a borrowed house; he was buried in a borrowed grave. Exposed to all kinds of weather, yet ho had only one suit of clothes. He breakfasted in tho morning, and no one could possibly tell where he could get anything to eat before night. He would have been pronounced a financial failure. Ho had to perform a miracle to get money to pay a tax bill. Not a dollar did he own. Privation of domesticity, privation of nutritious food, privation of a comfortable couch on which to sleep, privation of all worldly resources I The kings of the earth had chased chalices out of which to drink, but Christ had nothing but a plain cup set before him, and it was very sharp, and it was very sour. He took the vinegar. The Vacant Chair. There were years that passes! along be fore your family circle was invaded by death, but the moment the charmeel circle was broken everything seemed to dissolve. Hardly have you put the black apparel in the wardrobe before you have again to take it out. Great ami rapid changes in your family record. You got the house and rejoiced in it, but the charm was gone as soon as the crape hung on the doorbell. The one upon whom you most depended was taken away from you. A cold marble slab lies on your heart today. Once, as the children romped through tho house, you put your hand over your aching head and said, “Oh, if I could only have it still!” Oh, it is too still now! You lost your patience when the tops and the strings and the shells were left amid floor, but, oh, you would be willing to have the trinkets scattered all over the floor again if they were scattered by the same hands. With what a ruthless plowshare be reavement rips up the heart! But Jesus knows all about that. You cannot tell him anything new in regard to bereave ment. He had only a few friends, and when he lost one it brought tears to his eyes. Lazarus had often entertained him at his home. Now Lazarus is dead and buried, and Christ breaks down with emo tion, the convulsion of grief shuddering through all the ages of bereavement. Christ knows what it is to go through the house missing a familiar inmate. Christ knows what it is to see an unoccupied place at the table. Were there not four of them—Mary and Martha and Christ and Lazarus? Four of them. But where is Lazarus? Lonely and afflicted Christ, his great loving eyes filled with tears! Oh, yes, yes! He knows all about the loneli ness and the heartbreak. He took the vinegar! Gates of the Future. Then there is the sourness of the death hour. Whatever else we may escape, that acid sponge will be pressed to our lips. I sometimes have a curiosity to know how I will behave when I come to die. Whether I will bo calm or excited, whether I will be filled with reminiscence or with antici pation, I cannot say. But come to the point I must and you must. An officer from the future world will knock at the door of our hearts and serve on us the writ of ejectment, and we will have to surrender. And we will wake up after these autumnal and wintry and vernal and summery glories have vanished from our vision. We will wake up into a realm which has only one season and that the season of everlasting love. But you say: “I don’t want to break out from my present associations. ■ It is so chilly and so damp to go down tho stairs of that vault. I don’t want anything drawn so tightly over my eyes. If there were only some way of breaking through the partition between worlds without tear ing this body all to shreds! I wonder if the surgeons and the doctors cannot com pound a mixture by which this body and soul can all tho time be kept together? Is there no escape from this separation?” None, absolutely none. A great many men tumble through the gates of the fu ture, as it were, and we do not know where they have gone, and they only add gloom and mystery to the passage, but Jesus Christ so mightily stormed the gates of that future world that they have never since been closely shut. Christ knows what it is to leave this world, of the beauty of which he was more appreciative than we ever could be. He knows the exquisite ness of the phosphorescence of the sea. He trod it. He knows the glories of the mid night heavens, for they were the spangled canopy of his wilderness pillow. He knows about the lilies. He twisted them into his sermon. He knows about the fowls of the air. They whirred their way through his discourse. He knows about the sorrows of leaving this beautiful world. Not a taper was kindled in the darkness. He died physiclanlcss. He died in cold sweat and dizziness and hemorrhage and agony, that have put him. in sympathy with all the dying. He goes through Christendom, and he gathers up the stings out of all the death pillows, and he puts them under his own neck and head. Ho gathers on his own tongue the burning thirsts of many generations. The sponge is soaked in the sorrows of all those who have died in their beds, as well as soaked in the sorrows of all those who perished in icy or fiery mar tyrdom. While heaven was pitying, and earth was mocking, and hell was deriding, he took the vinegar! Carry Sorrow* to Je.ua. To all those to whom life has been an acerbity—a doso they could not swallow, a draft that set their teeth on edge and a rasping—l preach the omnipotent sym pathy of Jesus Christ. The sister of Her schel, the astronomer, used to spend much of her time polishing the telescopes through which he brought the distant worlds nigh, and it is my ambition now this hour to clear the lens of your spiritual vision, so that, looking through the dark night of your earthly troubles, you may behold the glorious constellation of a Sav iour's mercy and a Saviour's love. Oh, my friends, do not try to carry nil your ills alone. Do not put your poor shoulder under the Apennines, when the Almighty Christ is ready to lift up all your burdens. When you have a trouble of any kind, you rush this way and that way, and you wonder what this man ”11 say about it and what that man will 5... about it, and you try this prescription and that prescrip tion and the other prescription. Ob, why do you not go straight to tho hearts of Christ, knowing that for our own sinning and suffering race he took the vinegar? There was a vessel that, hint boon tossed on the seas for a great many weeks and been disabled, and the supply of water gave out, and the ervw were dying of thirst. After many days they saw a sail against the sky. They signaled It. When the vessel came nearer, the people on tho Buffering ship cried to the captain of tho other vessel: “Send us some water. We are dying for hick <f water.” And tho captain on the vetwel that was hulled re sponded: “Dip your buckets where you are. You are in the mouth of the Ama zon, and there aro scores of miles of fresh water all around about you and hundred of feet deep.” And then they dropped their buckets ov< r the side of the vessel and brought u, the clear, bright, fresh water and put out the ire of their thirst. So I hail you today, after along and peril ous voyage, thirsting as you aro for par don and thirsting for comfort and thirst Ing for eternal life, and I ask you what Is the use of your g in; in that death struck state while all aroind y >u is tho deep, clear, wide, nl;li’:g tie- d of God’s sym pathetic mercy. Oh, dip your buckets and drink and live forever. “Whosoever will, let him come and take of the water of life freely. ” Divine Sympathy. Yet there are people who refuse this divine sympathy, and they try to fight their own battles, and drink their own vinegar, and carry their own burdens, and their life, instead of being a triumphal march from victory to victory, will boa hobbling on from defeat to defeat, until they make final surrender to retributive disaster. Oh, I wish I could today gather up in my arms all the woes of men and women, all their heartaches, all their dis appointments, all their chagrins, and just take them right to tho feet of a sympathiz ing Jesus. He took tho vinegar. Nana Sahib, after ho had lost his last battle in India, fell back into tho jungles of lheri — jungles so full of malaria that no mortal can live there. Ho carried with him also a ruby of great luster and of great value. He died in those jungles. His body was never found, and tho ruby has never yot been recovered. And I fear that today there aro some who will fall back from this subject into the sickening, killing jungles of their sin carrying a gem of in finite value—a priceless soul—to lie lost forever. Oh, that that ruby might flash in the eternal coronation! But, no! There arc some, I fear, who turn away from this offered mercy and comfort and divine sympathy, notwithstanding that Christ, for all who would acept his grace, trudged the long way, and suffered the lacerating thongs, and received in his face the ex pectorations of the filthy mob, and for the guilty, and the discouraged, and tho dis comforted of the race, took tho vinegar May God Almighty break the infatuation and lead you out into the strong hope, and the good cheer, and the glorious sunshine of this triumphant gospel 1 Ro'b'bed the Grave. ‘ A startling inicident, of which Mr. John Oliver of Philadelphia, was the subject, is narrated by him as follows: “I was in a most dreadful condition. My skin was almost yellow, eyes sunk en, tongue coated, pain continually in back and sides, no appetite—gradually growing weaker day by day. Three physicians had given mo up. 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