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TOWN DIRECTORY.
Mator—Thomas (1. Barnett.
Commissioners— W. W. Tnrnipseed, J. 8.
Wyatt, E G. Harris, K. R. James.
Clere—E. G Harris.
Tebasl'rer —W. S. Shell.
Marshals —B. A. Beldinsr, Marshal.
J. V\ . Johnson, Deputy,
JO DIC l ARY.
A. M. Speer, - Judge.
F. D. Disk i ke, - - Solicitor Genera!.
Butts—Second Mondays in March and
September.
Henry—Thief Mondays in April and Oc
tober.
Monroe—Fourth Mondays in February,
and August.
Newton—Third Mondays in March and
September.
Pike—Second Mondays in April and Octo
ber.
Rockdale—Monday after fourth Mondays in
March and September.
Spalding—First Mondays in February
•n 4 August.
Upsot—First Mondays in May and No
v saber.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
Mrtuodiat EprecorxL Church, (South.)
Esv. Wesley F, Smith, Pastor. Fourth
■abbath in each month Sunday-School 3
r. m. 'Prayer meeting Wednesday evening
MaraomiT Protkstant Cuurch. First
Sabbath in,each mouth. Sunday-school 9
A. M.
(’Haim an Church, W. S. Fears, Pastor.
•''Second Sabbath in each month.
BAPTigr Church, Rev. J. P. Lyon, Pas
tar. Thin} Sabbath in each month.
CIVIC SOCIETIES.
Pin* Grovr Lodgk, No. 177, F. A. M
Stated communications, fourth Saturday in
nak month.
DOCTORS.
T\fc. J. C.TURNIFSEED will attend to
1' all calls day or night. Office i resi
dence, Hampton, Ga.
|\R. W) H PEEBLES treats all dis
-4 * eases, and will attend to allealleday
and night. Office at the Drug Store,
Broad Street, Hampton, Ga.
DR. N. T. BARNETT tenders his profes
sional services to the citizens of Henry
and adjoining counties, and will answer call*
day or night. Treats all diseases, of what
-ever nature. Office at Nipper’s l>rug Store,
Hampton, Ga, Night calls can be made at
my residence, opposite Berea chureb. apr26
JF PONDER, Dentist, has located in
• Hampton, Ga., and invites the public to
call at his room, upstairs in the Bivins
House, where be will be found at all boars
Warrants all work for twelve months.
LAWYERS.
JNO. G. COLDWELL, Attorney at Law,
Brooks Station, Ga. Will practice in
♦he counties composing the Coweta and Flint
River Circuits. Prompt attention given to
eoimnerciai and other collections.
TC. NOLAN, Attorney at Law. Me
• Donough, Georgia. Will practice in
the counties composing the Flint Circuit;
the Supreme Court of Georgia, and the
Uuited States District Court.
WMk T. DIOKEN, Attorney at law, Lo
cust Grove, Georgia, (Henry county.)
Will practice in the counties composing the
Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia, and the United States District
Court. apr27-ly
GEO. M. NOLAN, Attohhkt at Law,
McDonough, Ga. (Office in Court bouse )
Will practice in Henry and adjoining coun
ties. and in the Supreme and District Courts
•f Georgia. Prompt attention given to col
lections. mcb23-6m
JF. WALL. Attorney at Law, Hamp
ton. Ga Will practice in the counties
composing the Flint Judicial Circuit, and
the Supreme and District Courts of Georgia.
Prompt attention given to collections. ocs
EDWARD J. REAGAN, Attorney at
law. Office on Broad Street, opposite
the Railroad depot, Hampton, Georgia.
Special attention given to commercial and
other collections, and cases in Bankruptcy.
BF. McCOLLUM, Attorney and Coun
* sellor at Law, Hampton, Ga. Will
practice in Henry, Clayton, Fayette, Coweta.
Pike, Meriwether, Spalding and Butts Supe
rior Courts, and in the Supreme and Uoited
States Courts. Collecting claims a specialty,
no stairs in Scfamfar’s warehouse.
DISCONTENT.
Two hosts rocked on the river,
In the shadow of leaf and tree ;
One was io love with the harbor ;
One was in love with the sea.
The one that loved the harbor
The winds of fate outbore ;
But held the other, longing,
Forever against the shore.
The one that rests on the river,
In the shadow of leaf and tree,
With Wistful eye* looks ever
To the one far ont at sea.
The one that rides the billow,
Though sailing far and fleet,
Looks back to the peaceful river,
To the harbor safe and sweet.
One frets against the quiet
Of the moss-grown shaded shore;
One sighs that it may enter
That harbor nevermore.
One wearies of the dangers
Of the tempest's rage and wail;
One dreams, amid the lilies,
Of a far-off'snowy sail.
Of all that life can teaeh ns
There’s naught so true as this—
The winds of fate blow ever,
But ever blow amiss.
Edgar A. Poe.
It happens to us but few times iu our
lives to come consciously into the presence
of that extraordinary miracle we call geuius.
Among the many literary persons whom I
have happened to meet, at home ar abroad,
there are not half a dozen who have left an
irresistible sense of this rare quality ; and,
among these few, Poe stands next to Haw
thorne in the vividness of personal impres
sions he produced. I saw him but once, and
it was on that celebrated occasion in 1845,
when he startled Boston by substituting his
boyish production, “Al Aaraaf,’’ for the
more serious poem which he was to have de
livered before the Lyceum There was much
curiosity to see him, for his prose writings
had been eagerly read, at least awion? col
lege students, and his poems were just be
ginning to excite still greater attention
After a rather solid and very partisan ad
dress by Caleb Cushing, then just returned
from his Chinese Embassy, (be poet wag in
troduced. I distinctly recull his faoe, with
its ample forehead, brilliant eyes, and nar
rowness of nose and chin; an essentially
ideal face, not Doble, but anything but
coarse; with the look of over-sensitiveness,
#hich. when uncontrolled, may prove more
debasing than coarseness. It was a face to
rivet one’s attention in any crowd, yet a
face no one would fee! safe in loving. It is
not, perhaps, that 1 find or fancy in the por
trait of Charles Baudelaire, Poe’a French
admirer aid translator, something of the
traits that are indelibly associated with the
one glimpse of Poe.
I remember that when introdneed he stood
with a sort of shrinking before the audience,
and then began in a thin, tremulous, hardly
musical voice, an apology for his poem, and
a deprecation of the expected criticism of a
Boston audience; reiterating this in a sort
of persistent, qaerulous way, which did not
seem like satire, but impressed me at the
time as nauseous fattery. It was not then
known, nor was it established for long after
—even when he bad himself asserted it—
that the poet was himself born in Boston ;
and do one can ever tell, perhaps, what was
the real feeling behind the apparently syco
phantic attitude. When, at the end. be ab
ruptly began the recitation of his rather
perplexing poem, the audience looked thor
oughly mystified. The verses had long since
been printed in hie youthful volume, and had
reappeared within a few daye, if I mis’ake
not, in Wiley Putnam’s edition of bis poems;
and they produced no very distinct impres
sion on the audience until Foe began to
read the maiden’s song in the second part.
Already his tones had been softening to a
finer melody than at first, and when be came
to the verse:
“Lrigia 1 Leigia,
My beantifnl one!
Whose harshest idea
Will to melody run.
01 is it tby will
On the breezes to toss T
Or capriciously still
Like the looe albatross
Incumbent on night
(As she on the air)
To keep watch with delight
On the harmony there ?”
His voice seemed attenuated to the finest
golden thread ; the audience became hushed,
and. as it wete. breathless ; there seemed do
life in the ball but bis ; and every syllable
was accentuated with such delicacy, and
sustained with sneb sweetness as 1 never
heard equalled by other lips. When the
lytic ended, it was like the ceasing of the
HAMPTON, GEORGIA; APRIL 18, 1879.
gipsy's chsnt in Browning's ‘‘Flight of th«
Duchessand I remember nothing more
except in walking back to Cambridge my
comrades and I Celt that we had been under
the spell of seme wizard. Indeed, I feel
much Ibe same in the retrospect to this day.
The melody did not belong, in this case,
to the poet’s voice alone ; it was already in
the words His verse, when he was willing
to give it natural utterance, was like that
of Coleridge in rich sweetness, and like that
was often impaired by theories of structure
and systematic experiments in metar. Never
in American literature, I think, was such a
fountain of nieledy flung into the air as when
“Leonore” first appeared in the Pioneer ;
and never (lid fountain so drop downward as
when Poe re-arranged it in its present form.
The irregular measure bad a beauty as orig
inal as that of “Chiistabel,” and the lines
had an ever-varying, ever-lyrical cadence of
their own until their author himself took
them and cramped them into couplets. >Vhat
a change from—
“Pecavinut!
But rave not thns !
And let the solemn song
Go ap to God so mournfully that »he may
feel no wrong!”
To the amended version, portioned off in
regular lengths, thus :
• Peenvimus 1 but rave not thus I and let a
Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly, the dead mny
fee! no wrong."
Or worse yet, when he introduced that fedins
jingle of slightly varied repetition which
reached its climax in lines like these :
“Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my
blushing bride,
Till the yellow-haired young Enialie became
my smiling bride.”
This trick, caught from Poe, still sorvives
io our literature; made more permanent,
perhaps, by the success of his "Raven.”
This poem, which made him popular, seems
to me far inferior to some of his earlier and
slighter eflusions ; as those exquisite verses
"To Helen,” which are among our Ameri
can classics, and have made
“The glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome,”
a permanent phrase in our language.
Poe’s place in purely imaginative prose
writing is as unquestionable as Hawthorne’s,
He even succeeded, which Hawthorne did
not, in penetrating the artistic indifference
of the French mind ; and it was a substan
tial triumph, when we consider that Baude
laire put himself or his friends to the trouble
of translating even the prolonged platitudes
of “Eureka,” and the wearisome narrative
of “Arthur Gordon Pjus.” -Neither Poe
nor Hawthorne has ever been filly recog
nized in Englaod, and yet no Englishman of
•or tune, except possibly De Quincy, baa
done sny prase imaginative work to be
named with tbe>rs. But in comparing Poe
with Hawthorne we see that the genius of
the latter bus hands and feet, as well M
wings, so that all his work is solid as
masonry, while Poe’s is broken and disfig
ured by all sorts of inequalities and imifa
tiou and stucco ; be not disdaining, for want
of true integrity, to disguise and falsify, to
claim knowledge that he did not possess, to
invent quotations acd references, and even,
as Gri«wold showed, to manipulate and ex
aggerate puffs of himself. I remember the
chagrin with which I looked through Tieck,
in my student days, to find the "Journey
into the Blue Distance," to which Poe refers
in the‘'House of Other;” and how one of
the poet’s intimates laughed r to scorn for
being deceived by any of Poe’s citations,
saying that he hardly knew a word of Ger
man.
Bat, making all possible deductions, bo*,
wonderful remains the power of Poe’s imag
inative tales, and how immense is the inge
nuity of hie puzzles and diseutanglements
The conoDdrums of Wilkie Collins never
renew tbeir interest after the answer is
known, but Poe’s can be read again and
again. —Literary World.
Tbe Afghans.
The Afghans are tall, of large and well
knit frames, muscular and hardy. Tbeir
strong, heavy features and dark skins give
them a fierce expression of countenance;
tbeir black eyes—“tbeir lids tioged with
autimony to add force, beauty and dazzliog
brilliancy to them”—are full of fire, so that
tbeir swift, bold and flaming glance is very
impressive. They wear tbeir hair shaved
from tbe forehead to the top of tbe bpad, the
rest falling in black thick masses to tbe
shoulders. Tbe dress of the people is of
cotton, or of cloth called kt>tk, made of
camel’s hair, and is wore in two long aod
very fall robes, tbe material used by tbe
wealthy classes being of silk or cashmere;
blue or white turbans and slippers complete
tbe costume.
The garments of the yeting chiefs are
•flen quite gay with gold-lace or gold-thread
embroidery. This ornamentation is done by
'be women in the harems, who are very skill
ful with the needlp.
Cemte de Gobineau, in his "Romances of
the East," thus describes a yoUng Afghan
ehief, whose name was Moshee, meaning
beautiful: “His complexion was richly
tawny, like the skin of fruit ripened by the
sun. His black locks curled in a wealth or
ringlets round the compact folds of his blue
tnrhan striped with red; a sweeping sod
rather long silken mustache caressed the
delicate outline of hm upper lip, which was
cleanly cut, mobile, proud, and breathing of
life and passion. His eyes tender, and deep,
flashed readily. He was tall, strong, slen
der, broad-shouldered, and strait-flanked
No one would ever dream of asking his
race ; it was evident that the purest Afghan
blood flowed in his veins."
The beauty of young Afghans is fre
quently spoken of by Eastern writers, but it
would seem from the very nature of things
as though this glowing descriptian must be
overdrawn ; just as the handsome, pensive
young Uncas of our well-beloved West In
dian romancer, James Fenimore Cooper, can
hardly be recognised in the modern Modoc.
Still, abundant testimony claims a dark and
hardy beauty tor the Afghan in his prime.—
Harper’i Magazine.
Mark Tuvalu as a Candidate.
1 have pretty much made up my mind to
rnn for President. What the country wants
i» a candidate who cannot be injured by in
vestigation of his past history, so that the
enemies of the party will be unable to rake
up against him things that nobody ever
beard of belore. If you know the most
abont a candidate to begin with, every
attempt to spring things on him will be
checkmated. Now lam going to enter the
field with an epen record. I am going to
own up in advance to all the wickedness I
have duns ; and if any <Congressional com
mittee is supposed tc prowl around my
biograpy, in the hope of finding any dork
and deadly deed which I have secreted, why
—let it prowl.
In the first place, I admit that I treed a
rheumatic grandfather ef mine in the winter
ol 1850. He was old and inexpert in climb
ing trees ; but with a heartless brutality
that is characteristic of me, I ran him out of
tbe front doer in his night-shirt at the point
of tbe shot-gun, and caused him to bowl up
a maple tree where he remained all night,
while I emptied shot in his legs. I did this
because be snored. I will do it Bgain if I
ever have another grandfather. lam as in
human now as I wag in 1850. No rheumatic
person shall snore in my bouse.
I candidly acknowledge that I ran away
tt the battle of Gettysburg. My friends
have tried to smooth over this fact by
asserting that I merely got behind a tree;
that I did so for tbe purpose of imitating
Washington, who went into the woods at
Valley Forge to say bis prayers. It is a
miserable subterfuge. 1 struck out in b
straight line for the Tropic of Cancer, simply
because 1 was scared I wanted my country
saved, but I preferred to have somebody else
save her. I entertain that preference yet.
If the bubble reputation can be obtained
only at tbe cannon’s mouth, I am willing to
go there for it, provided the cannon is
empty. If it is loaded, my immortal and
inflexible purpose is to get ever tbe fence
and go home. My invariable practice in
war has been to bring out of uuy given fight
two-thirds more men than I took in. This
seems to me to be Napoleonic in its gran
deur.
My financial views are of the most decided
chaiacter, but they are not likely, perhaps,
to increase my popularity with the advocates
ef inflation. Ido not insist upon tbe special
supremacy of rag uiODey or hard money.
Tbe great fundamental principle of my life
is to take any kind I can get.
Ibe rumor that I buried a dead aunt
under one of my grape vines is founded upon
fact. Tbe vinca needed fertilizing, ray auDt
bad to be buried, and 1 dedicated her to this
high purpose Does that unfit me for the
presidency.! The Constitution of ort coon try
doe* sot say so. Ne other citizen was ever
cooaidered unworthy of office because he
enriched his grape vines with bis relations.
Why should I be selected as the first victim
of an abused prejudice f
f admit also that I am not a friend of the
poor mao. I regard tbe poor mao. in bis
present condition, as so much wasted raw
material. Cut up and properly canned, be
might be made useful to kitten tbe oative*
of tbe Cannibal islands, and to improve our
export trade with that region; I shall
recommend legislation upon the subject io
ray first message. My campaign cry will
be: “Dessicate tbe poor working mao.
RtnFFhim tn V* _
These are abont tbe worst parts of mv
record. On them I come before the country
If my country don’t want me, I will go back
again. But I recommend myself as a safe
roan—n man who starts froth the basis of
totnl depravity, and proposes to be fiendish
to the last. —Atlantic Monthly.
Ireland’s Battle Scars.
It is true that Ireland bears upon its face
the ghastly acars of many battles, inflie'ed
by the merciless hands of Englishmen, and
that her past history is a record of the most
grievone wrongs and oppression which were
ever inflicted upon a brave and independent
people; yet her present condition is pros
perous, and her future full of promise. Her
seaports are filled with ships, and towns are
marts of trade and commerce. ••Derrv” is a
notable example af the growing commercial
importance of the island The town is sit
uated or) the river Foyle, sixteen miles from
the sea, and her wharves are visited by the
ships of more than a dozen prominent ocean
sail and steamship lines. One mile below
the city the liver empties into Lough Foyle,
an arm of the sea about filleen miles in
length, with a varying width of from five to
ten miles. This laugh and the river ol the
same name have been made navigable by
dredging for ships of the heaviest but den.
the channel being marked by buoys and
lights The cliffs of Donegal raise their
majestic oatlines on the South, and the more
rugged peaks of the County Derry appear
on the North. Tbe seacoast is a succession
of bold promontories, basaltic formation,
rugged, perpendicular, and grim, which have
lor ages battled with the ceaseless waves of
the nceon which forever break at their feet.
They are barren of verdure, nnd are bleak
and uninhabited. Here and there the ruins
of an ancient watch tower may be seen, from
which tbe sentinels of the ancient kings used
to keep a lookout for the approach of dan
gerous foes. Upon entering Lough Foyle
at Moville, the scenery is much softened and
changed. The landscape is dotted with
manor houses, the dwellings of small (urmers,
and the huts of the peasantry, the demesnes
being covered with shrubbery and symmetri
cal trees with wonderfully deep green foliage,
with here and there a delicious bit of smooth,
well-kept lawn visible. The planes sloping
from tbe base of the mountains to the wa
ter’s edge are divided by hawthorn hedges,
ditches, end stone walls inis small parcels of
ground of irregular shape, which are highly
cultivated and productive, and which, at
this season of tbe year, are covered with
crops. The whole landscape is one of peace
ful beauty and repose. —Cincinnati Enquirer.
A Juryman’s Grievance.
“Well, gentlemen, have you decided upon
a verdict?” asked a judge in Han Fiancisco
the other day, as the jury returned to tbe
box.
“Did I understand that the prisoner’s name
was Severance—T. H. Severance ?" asked
the foreman, gloomily
“It is.”
“Then we bring In a verdict of murder in
the first degree,” and the foremau rubbed
his bands with an expression of horrible
satisfaction.
“But this ain’t a murder case,” said the
astonished judge ; “this is enaction to re-,
cover insurance. Wbui on earth do you
mean ?”
“Don’t make any difference,'’ growled tbe
foreman. •My name is Severance too—T.
H Severance —and for the last four years
some unprincipled wretch of the same sur
name has had his washing dope at the same
laundry I patronize- The result is that
every now and then I find some of my silk
embroidered handkerchiefs and four-dollar
shirts gone, rnd in place of them about tbe
worst ieokiug lot of old rags oo record —
things roixed.you see.”
“Well, but “
“I know what you are going to say, but
that ain’t the point. The other Severance
always takes buck the things of bis I return.
Oh 1 yes; but he freezes on to my garments
like a road turtle to a worm.”
1 Notwithstanding which ”
“I wouldn’t a-minded it so much, but tbe
cold-blooded galoot always keeps posted
as to when I change my Chinaman, and the
next week follows with his wash too. Why,
I’ve been clear roaod to all tbo wash houses
in tbe city six times already—tbie fellow
after me like a sleuth hnuod.”
“Really, Mr. Foreman, this is *ll very
well, but——”
“I even went so far, your honor, as to
change my Dame ; actually had all my onder
clotb s marked Guogleberg—Julias G. Guu
gleberg —just think of it; but wbat did this
wretch do but find it out, and change bis'n
and belore I knew it be bad gathered io six
more brand new uodershirts and a set ol^
to mercy. I’ve explained the whole thing
to the jury, and they all agree that he ought
to b«* banged to-roorrflw, as tbe sheriff cad
fix things on time,” and there was a univer
sal roar of indignation from tbe sympathetic
spectators as the judge ordered a new trial
and put the foreman nuder lieaVy bonds to
keep the peace.
A Custer City Cocktail.
Tact and politeness obviate many diffi-*
cutties A returned miner from the Black
Hills arrived io Chicago the other dal, and
went to a saloon and asked for shun- Of the
•va . ’j T
best whisky in tbe house, and when it was
served to him, spat it out with unutterable
loathing, and said : "I called for whisky,
young man f mebbe you didn’t hear met’*
I be barkeeper said that he had heard hirfl,
and that he had given whisky. The gentle
man from Deadwood proceeded with deadly
calmness, though his hand instinctively
sought his bip-pocket: “I called for the
best whisky iu the house, young man; mebbe
you did not catch the full significance of my
language T” Now, many another bar-Jteeper,
under similar circumstances would have re
sented the insinuation as to his liquor by
pouring it into Ibe sink, end saying, “You
don’t know good whisky when you sea it, 1 ’
or words to that effect, or have offered the
man five hundred dollars if he could find ae
good whisky as that anywhere on the foot-*
stool, or in some other manner not herein
specified have led the man from tbe Black
Hills to draw his revolver or burl a chair
thiough tbe mirror. But tbe bar
keeper was a man of quite another sort, so
he said kindly : ‘1 beg your pardon, cap
tain ; so many people come around that
don't know what whisky is, but I might
have seen with half an eye that you knew
the difference ” So he urbanely but hur
riedly mixed in a bottle some alcohol, kept
for cleaning tbe mirror, and spirits of tur-»
pentine and Jamaica ginger and pain-killer,
and when the stranger raid, "Yes” iu reply
to his question whether he liked some bitters
in it, shook half u gill of pepper-sauce into
a tumbler and pti-hed the bottle toward him.
The stranger filled a heaping • tumblerful
and tossed it off, and when he had recovered
his breath said to the bir-keeper, “Young
man, that’s whisky. J haven’t tasted noth
ing like that since I left Custer City two
weeks ago to-day. That’s real genuine
liquor; k rider a cross between a circular
saw and a wild-cat. That takes bold quick
and holds on long. Just you go to I>ead
wood and open a saloon with that whisky,
and yon might charge an ounce a glass for
it and people wouldn’t kick. So long ; take
this in remembrance of roe,” and, pressing
an eight hundred dollar nugget upon tbe
bur-keeper, he was gone.
Thb Moscow ok To-Dat— In Moscow,
with its glorious undulating site, its irregu
lar streets of handsome villas interspersed
with greenery, its handsome magazines, and
its constant rattle of equipages,feel aa
if surrounded by human interest, and cease
to wonder why neither despotic power, dot
long neglect, nor systematic preference for *
rival, can wean the true Russian from hia
love for the ancient cradle of his raoe. And
now it looks brighter and gayer than ever.
Paint and lime and varnish have done won
ders, making even tbe old Chinese town look
sprightly and modern, white tbe gildes haa
given to tbe thousand domes, minarets, and
spires of Moscow a splendor only to be ap
preciated by being seen. Stand on tbe es
planade of the Kremlin, and having first
curiously examined its battlemented walls,
its ancient treasury, ita church
(the Assumption,) its gay modern palace,
and its thousand und one quaint details,
wateh for a moment tbe people, high and
low, military and civil, as they reverently
doff, their hula while pussing under tbe sacred
gate; and then turn suddenly toward tbe
vast city that spreads itself out beneath your ,
feet ; count its innumerable church spires of
delicate green, hright golden, or royal red,
learn to distinguish its fortress-like convent?,
its regal palaces, its public institutes, and
you must admit that you are gazing on a
panorama to which tbe civilian! world can
offer but few parallels.
It's funsy, but a soft-palmed woman can
pass ■ hot pie-plats to her neighbor at tbe
table, with a smile as sweet as distilled boney,
while a mao, with a hand a* borny as a
crocodile’s back, will drpp it to. lb* finer and
howl around like * Simu Indian at a war
dance.
A pit lamb ate op his. uMgtress’u pail ol
yee-t is lowa the other,day, aod whee the
Huff io him began, Ut get up or its bind feet
it like to have lifted the little sheep’s lid off,
A housk-kly may net be much oo gram
mar, but he is a stem-winder oo punctuation.
NO. 41