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die f§*ttfjf CCounlii %Vehljj. VOL. 111., Advertising Bates. One square, first insertion....’..! 75 Bach subsequent insertion 50 One square three months 6 00 One square six months ~ 10 00 One square twelve months.. . 16 00 Suarter column twelve months... 80 00 alf column six months „ 40 00 Half enlumn twelve months 60 00 One column twelve months 100 00 A9*Teo lines or less considered a square. All fractions of squares ere eonnted as full •qearss. BBWSPAPKR DKCISICBB. 1. Any person who takes a paper regu larly from the poet office—whether directed to hie ——wbvHwi he hoe sebecribed or not —is responsible for the payment. 1. If a person orders his paper discontin ued, be must pay all arrearages, or the pub lisher may continue to send it until payment is made, and collect the whole amount, whether the paper It taken from the office or met. I. The courts Lave decided that refusing to take newspapers and periodicals from the pestoffice, or removing and leaving them un eellsd for, is pnma facie evidence of inten tions! frsnd. 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