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MACON, FRIDAY, MAY 14, 1880.
Father! take not away
The burden of the day,
But help me that I bear it
As Christ His burden bore,
When cross and thorn He wore,
And none with Him could share it;
In His name, help, I pray.
I only ask for grace
To see that patient face,
And my impatient one;
Ask that mine grow like His—
Sign of an inward peace
From trust in Thee alone,
Unchanged by time or place.
—£ It. Chaplin.
God, give me strength!
I am so weak and frail!
In solemn duties
Every day I fail. N
I fain would think—
Too weary is my brain;
I fain would walk—
My senses faint with pain.
So weary am I,
Father, give me rest,
Or strength to toil—
Thou knowest which is best.
—Mary E. Lambert.
BY MINNIE E. BOMBARD.
“There, Alma, it is finished now!” and
Mrs. Maxwell unconsciously drew a long,
tired sigh as she threw her work on the
rickety table, and rested her aching head
on her hand.
It was the cheeriest little voice in the
world that answered,
‘•Done already, mama ? Oil, I am so
glad! I will light the fire and put the
kettle on so that it may get to boiling, for,
mamma, you are to bave a cup of tea to-
night—a real cup—all to yourself, and
when I couie back, I will stop at the ba
ker’s and get a loaf of bread, and we will
have a splendid supper, won’t we, Todd-
Little Charlie, the three-year old pet,
clapped his hands and shouted, “’pendid
supper!” and then went on with his play.
Alina Maxwell was a bright child of
twelve years, with dark eyes, dark curling
hair, a small rosy mouth and cheeks a lit
tle too pale, but if not pinched with want,
would be rosy red. Whenever a sunbeam
came into the old garret wingow, it al
ways rested on Alma, playing In her dark
ringlets and passing over the smiling face
with a gladsome glee.
Alma stood thoughtfully holding the
door knob in her hand, wheu little Char
lie, running up to his sister, cried:
•‘Me go too, sister! see pity lings! me go
too!” clinging to his sister’s hand with a
“Couldn’t I take him with me mamma?
I will take good care ol him,” she said
“You—you wouldn't lose—”
“Lose him, mamma?” interrupted Al
ma, with a merry laugh. “Of course I
wouldn’t lose him; may I?”
“Yes, if you will be very careful and ■
don’t lose him, for what would I do with-
oat my baby?” I
Alma changed the old tom frock for a
cleauer one, combed the tangled curls, !
tied a faded comforter around his neck,
and pushed the small, worn hat, over his
bright flaxen ringlets.
Then when she had finished, she caught
him up with a merry laugh, and holding
him long enough for his mother to snatch
a kiss, started down the old rickety
stairs. . .
“And, to be sliure, ye are taking the lit
tle one for a walk, is it ?” said an Irish
woman, who lived on the landing below
them; “to be shure, ye must be careful
and not lose him in this crowded city,and
shure and liis rosy cheeks makes me think
of me mother’s garden in June.”
Alma thanked her for her kindly warn
ing, and catching up Charlie she went
down the next flight; when she reached
the landing, she put Charlie down, and
the old cobbler at the end of the hall
smiled a ready good evening. ^
“You are going to take the litt»e one
out this evening, are you? 'well, here’s a
penny for him, and swinging himself
around on his crutches, he went over to
the window where a large monthly lose
was blooming in a broken bowl, and cut
ting the. very brightest and largest blos
som, handed it to her.
Alma went to thank him, hut the old
cobbler had shut the door arid was work
ing away with a will; he could not bear
“The poor little souls, how I do love
them!” he murmured as he rubbed his
eyes with his coat sleeve.
Alma wended her way down the several
flights of stairs, thinking all the time of
the warning she had twice received that
“Oli, of course, I won’t lose him!” and
tossing back her curls, she kissed the rosy
lips of her baby brother, each moment
nearing the street door, within the sound
of horses and carriages, women swearing
and men brutal with drink.
Just as she closed the door behind her
and was passing down the steps, a lady
and gentleman on the other side of the
“Oh, what a beautiful child! he woind
be as pretty as our Freddie if he were only
Alma’s heart filled with pride at the
first part of the sentence, but at the last
her lip quivered and tears filled her eyes.
She looked at the dress which she had
thought was so nice when she put it on,
hut although neat and clean, was nothing
but a net-work of patches. The little
boots were out at the toes, and the com
forter was faded and the hat too small and
“I love you bettor than if you were
dressed in finery, and ydu are just mam
ma’s and my pet, and our little Tod-
dlings!” exclaimed Alma, catching him
up and kissing him.
Charlie wanted Alma to look first at the
soldiers and then at something else; and
danced with glee at the prancing horses
until Alma grew impatient of delay. It
was hard work to get him alor> l j very fast,
but at last the store was reached, the
money received and more work ready. It
was late when she got back to the baker’s,
and the store was full.
Alma kept a firm hold of Charlie’s
hand until just as the baker bad given her
the bread and taken the money to be
changed, when the little hand slipped
from her grasp, and the people crowded
in, making the distance between her and
Charlie greater. She sprang to go, but
the baker’s boy, worried with the crowd
of customers, cried out:
“Here, gal, If you don’t take your
change, I won’t give it to you at all.”
Alma thought, “I cannot go home to
mother without the money, he can’t run-
far.” She sprang back, seized the money
ami then ran for the door. She had some
trouble in gaining it, but when she did.
reach it, she saw, way up the street, his
little fat legs flying under Ills short
“Charlie! oh, Charlie! how could you
run so fast?” exclaimed poor Alma,
thinking of the warning she had twice re
ceived that afternoon. .
,! Oh, what will mamma say?” i&d run
ning fast, she lost her footing and fell
heavily to the ground. The fall almost
stunned her, but picking herself up
quickly, regardless of pain, she started to
run again, but fell senseless to the pave
“What is this ?” asked a pleasant-faced
man, as he saw the senseless girl, and
picking her up he carried her home.
A few simple remedies and conscious
ness returned. Then memory resumed
her sway, and she sprang up eagerly, cry
“Oh, I cannot go home without him,
what would mother say? Oh, sir, have
you seen my Charlie?” Just then she
heard a well-known voice, her eyes fol
lowed the sound, and there, sitting on the
S ntleman’s knee was Charlie, talking as
st as though he waS in his own little
room at home.
“Oh, Charlie!” and Alma hid her face
in Charlie’s pinafore, and cried long and
The room was an artist’s studio—paints,
paper, pencils and ink lay all in confusion
on the table; au easel, with a half-finished
picture on it; beautiful paintings hung in
tasteful groups around the room; other
pictures turned aggravatlngly toward the
wall; landscapes, faces of children, baby
portraits and, all kinds of pictures imagin
able. Alma saw none of these, but lay
sobbing on Charlie’s lap.
“Charlie sowy! Charlie won’t do it
adain; Alma, don’t ky!” said Charlie,
trying to raise her head.
At last Alma looked up, the tears still
on the heavy lashes, a smile on her lips,
with a look half reproachful, half joyful,
gazing on her recovered treasure; her
dark curls hanging confusedly over face
neck and .shoulders, her hat thrown to
one side; Charlie’s arms were around her
neck, his flaxen ringlets mingling with
hers, a look, half awe, half repentance,
on his baby face.
“Oh, what a splendid picture that will
make!” said the artist, mentally.
I don’t believe Alma’s mother knew
how beautiful she was. The finely-form
ed forehead and shapely head, with ears
like pink shells, encircled in a crown of
dark ringlets, the rosy lips and pearly
teeth, the finely moulded form, so much
like wax-work, was beautiful to gaze
upon. The artist took in the picture at
one glance. As he stood there he re
membered a little sister, just the counter
part of this one, who had left him with
tearful eyes and loving words on her wed
ding-day, and gone from them never to
return. . , .
“What is your name, child?” he asked,-
“Alma Maxwell, sir.”
“What was your mother’s maiden
name ?” *
“It is! it is the same! Child, your
mother is my sister, and you are my niece
and nephew!” and he caught them to his
breast in trembling excitement.
“Wife,” turning ta a graceful lady who
had just entered the room, “these little
ones are my long-lost sister’s children.”
At the sound of the voice Alma started,
and said: .
“You are the lady and gentleman that
were passing on the other side of the street
when I came down the steps this after
noon and said, ‘Oh, what a beautiful child!
He would be as pretty as our Freddie if
he was only dressed!”
“Oh, yes, I remember now; but I did
not think then that you were my husband’s
sister’s children.” And she took him up
with a merry laugh, and kissed Charlie’s
rosy cheeks nud lips.
“Can’t you tell me your name?”
“Tarly, ma’m,” he said, in lisping
tones. * ....
“Ob, you dear little pet,” and going to
the door she rang a bell, and when the
servant appeared said, “Send Freddie to
Pretty soon a merry, childish laugh was
heard, and Freddie soon appeared. He
had black curls, black mischievous eyes
and very dark skin.
“Freddie, they are your cousins,” said
Mrs. Cleeve, taking him by the hand; “go
and speak to them.”
“No, mamma, dey ain’t my tonsms; dey
ain’t dressed pitty enough!” exclaimed
Freddie, looking at bis richly embroider
ed dress, then glancing at Charlie’s and
Alma’s faded and patched ones.
“Yes, Freddie, pet, they are; go and
speak to them,” said his mother, in a tone
of command. , , .
Freddie went up to Charlie shyly and
kissed the rosy lips, while Charlie shrank
hack with a frightened glance.
“What ’ou name, ’ittlc hoy ?
Then turning with a comical gesture,
he eyed Alma, then said: “’Ou is pitty,
isn’t ’ou? I dess I’ll tiss ’ou!” putting
his hand up to his eyes and looking
through his lingers. , . ,
“Ob, you little rogue!” exclaimed
Alma, catching him up with a merry
“Do ’ou want to fee my lister?”
Freddie sprang down and went out of
the room; when he came in again lie was
followed by the nurse, carrying a six-
montlis-old baby in her arms.
“Dis my fister.”
Alma sprang forward, with a cry of de
light, and in a few moments had won her
from the nurse, saying at the same time,
“Oh, I do love the babies so!”
“I must go now or mamma will be so
worried!” and putting the baby in its
mother’s arms with great reluctance, she
started for the door with Charlie.
“Not quite so fast, my little girl; you
must have some supper first, and then I
will take you home.”
“But mamma will be so anxious; she
will that I am hurt or Charlie lost!”
exclaimed Alma, the tears filling her.
“Supper is ready now,” said Mr. Cleeve,
catcliiii? Freddie up in -one arm and
Cbarlteup in the other, while ho led the
Alma knew that it was no use to re
monstrate, but followed the rest—Mrs.
Cleeve had taken her hand—into the
dining-room. She sat down with a won
dering face at the abundant and elegant
table before her, while Charlie clapped
his little fat hands with joy. When they
were all seated Charlie folded his hands
and bowed his head; then, seeing that the
rest were all looking at him, said, “Don’t
’ou fank Dod and bless him for ’ou daily
Mr. Cleeve blushed and said in an im
patient tone, “No, we do not thank him
be “Then I’ll fank him!” and bending his
head until it almost touched his folded
hands, he said in low, reverent tones: “I
fank thee, O Dod, for my daily b’e’d and
for thy loving tindness over us frough the
the day. Amen.” When lie raised his
head he saw that Mrs. Clceve’s eyes were
full of tears, and that Mr. _ Cleeve and
Freddie were looking on with surprised
Supper was soon over. Alma seemed
to have become quite dignified, and atff
with gentle politeness. After supper the
carriage was brought to the door, and they
were soon on their way home. Charlie’s
head began to droop lower and lower, un
til he lay fast asleep on his uncle’s arm,
his little flaxen curls lying in confusion
on his uncle’s coat. They soon reached
their home, and Alma sprang up with a
bright smile. *
“Don’t try to get out without assist
“No, I will not, sir.”
The driver assisted Alma out, and Mr.
Cleeve soon followed, with Charlie fast
asleep in his arms. Alma sprang up the
steep stairs with rebounding step, leaving
her uncle far behind. He followed on
with his burden as fast as it was possible,
and soon heard the sound of voices.
“And to be shure, Alma, ycr mother is
almost worried to dith about ye!”
“Oh, I knew that she would be, hut
undo would not let me come away until I
had eaten some supper.”
“Shure, and have ye found yer unde ?”
“Yes, I am her uncle,” said Mr. Cleeve,
coining up at that moment.
They hurried on and soon readied
Alma’s room. Mrs. Maxwell was sitting
with an anxious face on the low chair by
an empty grate. Alma sprang in with a
joyous cry, saying, “Oh, mamma 1”—that
As soon as she saw the manly figure be
hind her, she cried, “Edward 1”
‘Lucy!” and laying the little one down
the bed, he caught his long lost sister
to him in an ecstasy of joy.
* “How could you, Lucy?” he asked, in a
“I could not let you know that I was so
poor,’’she said in faltering tones.
“Where is he?”
“How long ?”
“And you never told me! Ob, Lucy!
how could you be so proud?”
“I didn’t know you were in the city; I
thought you were at our old home.”
“Didn’t you know that mother and
father had been dead for several years,
and that father had been neglectful anc
not made any will, and the farm had fal
len into strangers’ hands, furniture and
“No, Ed. Where is Fred ?”
“I do not even know where he is. You
know he left for California when you
were a child, and, but fur a few letters, I
have never heard from him since.”
‘Oh, poor, poor Fred! I suppose it
might be possible that he may be dead by
“Lucy, you are going home with me to
night. I shall not have you stay another
moment in this old garret. Why,
Lucy, you still have your picture, haven’t
you?” he asked abruptly, turning the con
“I could not part with that. Mother
gave me that the last time I saw her, be
fore I was married.”
“I have one just like it, too. Come, it
is getting late. I will take Charlie down
first, and send the driver up for the pic
“Oh, mamma, is this true?”
“Yes; that is my long lost brother.”
The man came up for the picture. Then
with a last farewell, they left their garret
They met with a warm reception by
his wife, and Alma and Charlie were
soon in bed and fast asleep. A few hours
later; and all was still, and the inmates
of the house were soon lo3t in silent slum
In the exhibition the next spring a por
trait of two child-faces were among the
rest. The crowds of people passed by the
gorgeous pictures, in their colors of bright
sunsets and fine scenery, and stopped be
fore this one, thinking of their own little
ones at home. A high premium was
offered, and a large fortune earned by the
-One day a man came strolling by, in
his dress of rich broadcloth, partly to pass
away the time, partly to see the many
fine pictures. When lie came to this one
he started and turned pale. He remem
bered long years ago a sister who, when
he was a boy leading his father’s sheep to
pasture, used often to follow him, with
laughing, dark eyes and dark curls. How,
when at last he grew tired of farm-life
and determined to seek his fortune, she
had thrown her arms around his neck, a
look of sorrow on her upturned face, the
tears still ou her heavy lashes, her curls
hanging confusedly over face, neck and
shoulders, her hat thrown to one side.
“It is the same 1” he cried.
He went abroad and returned some
years before, having accumulated a large
fortune. When - he went to some of his
old neighbors to inquire about his family,
they told him that bis father and mother
had been dead several years, and the prop
erty had fallen into other hands.
“And Lucy ?”
“She married some years ago, and not
even her own parents knew where she
He turned away with a sad heart and
wandered on and on, finding no clue to
either his brother’s or sister’s wherea
bouts. He went away, but the picture
haunted him. He went, inquired the
name of the artist, and was soon on his
way to learn the simple story. Little he
thought, as he went through the lawn into
the house, that he was going to meet his
own brother. The servant answered the
bell, and he asked if the master was in.
“Yes sir. Do you wish to see him?”
“If you please, sir.”
“Are you the artist of the picture of the
two child-faces in the exhibition ?”
’ “I am, sir.”
And then when the artist told him the
story, he looked up with a peculiar smile
“Then yon do not know me, Ed ?”
“Oh, Fred, is it—can it be my brother?”
and he fell upon his neck and wept tears
Mrs. Maxwell coming into the room
that moment, saw a tall, bearded man,
and recognized her brother, and said:
“Oh, Fred, is it you!”
“Yes, Lucy, it is I.”
Alma, who had come in with her moth
er, saw her spring into a young man’s
arms and sob hysterically. The story was
soon told, and that night, a happy family
gathered around the hearth. They are all
once more united.
angry and told her that she should ■ do
nothing of the kind, for he had mouey
and plenty to live upon without doing
that. She grew daily thin and listless;
and at last took her bed; the parents be
came alarmed. They called a physician
in, and he told them hat they were kill
ing their child by refusing what she
wished most. The parents’ eyes w'ere
opened after that sickness and her wjsh
was granted. She took a large school In
the country, and her parents were happy
in seeing their child pleased and conten
The girls were soon ready, and as Miss
Munk saw their happy, pleased faces, she
was content. They were all in high spir
its, and the crowning of the king and
queen was the great event of the day.
“Come, May, huriy up with that
wreath, won’t you, please?” asked Carrie
For answer she held up a pretty wreath
twined with green leaves and May flow
“Oh, that is just lovely!”
“Beautiful! beautiful!” they all cried
The queen was soon crowned, and they
enjoyed the freedom of a whole day in
the woods. Everything went on nicely,
until as the hour drew near for dinner,
the king ard queen and May Farley Were
“I wonder where they could have gone ?
Maybe they will be back by dinnertime!’
said Miss Munk, although she could not
help feeling uneasy.
Dinner time came and still they did not
come, and they all grgw alarmed and ex
“They may have got lost!” exclaimed
“They must have!” *
“Frank is with her; I wonderrif be
knows the way through the woods ?*
“No, I think that he does not.”
Just then Mr. Cleeve, Alma’s uncle,
came into their midst, and gazed mquir-
inrrltr infn flinir onrimio foooo
A few years have passed and Alma is a
a bright school-girl, studying hard to make
up for lost time. She is a great favorite
with all her teachers and dearly loved by
her schoolmates. One morning in May,
the young folks were all gathered under
the oaks in the school-yard before school,
flitting here and there among the green
“Alma,” said her special friend, “we
always have a picnic before May ends,
and it is such a lovely day, let us all ask
Miss Munk if we can’t have it to-day.”
“Oh! that will be just grand; let us
vote for our queen,” they cried in chorus.
“I vote for Alma,” cried May Farly;
“all in favor say aye.”
“Aye! aye! aye!” was cried in a'deaf-
“The vote is carried and Alma is to he
oar queen. Now I wonder who will be
“What is the matterjgirls? what’s all
this noise about ?” -
“Oh, Miss Munk, it is such a grand day,
won’t you let us have our May picnic to
day, please ? We have made Alma queen,”
and they looked up inquiringly in their
“I was just thinking myself what a nice
day this would be for our annual picnic,
and you may go.”
“O, thank you, Miss Munk! ”
“I have come already prepared, but I
will just call the school together, then
dismiss you to get ready.”
While they were getting ready for their
day’s tour in the woods, I will just give
you a little glimpse into Mis3 Munk’s life
Luella Munk was always a dear lover
of children. As she grew older her lore
for them did not abate, but; she became
more fond, if anything, of them. She
was an only child, brought up in luxury,
and by loving parents. After her gradu
ation she expressed the wish to become a
ingly into their anxious faces,
“Frank and May Farly and Almaf are
lost in these dense woods!” said Miss
“I will go in search of her, then. Yon,
Edith, come with me.”
“How long have they been lost ?” he
asked, after they had walked in silence a
“I don’t know, sir, we only missed them
On they hurried with rapid pace, Edith
finding it hard work to keep up with him.
Just as they turned a bend in the road,
about a mile from the picnic ground, he
saw a young la.d standing with a puzzled
look in a listening attitude.
“Oh, Frank, are you lost? where’s Alma
and May?” The lad started and said:
“Yes, we got lost, and I left the girls to
•see if I couldn’t find a path to go back by,
but I can’t find them now.”
‘Alma! May!” shouted Fred and Frank
together, using their hands for a speaking
“Here we are!” was shouted back in
So shouting and singing they soon found
the two girls, standing with joyful fa
ces under a butternut tree, iust wl»re
Frank had left them. Alter resting ir-few
moments they started on their journey
“What made you wander off so farfrom
the rest, Alma?”
“We were trying to find some pretty
ferns, but we didn’t think of going so
“I hope it lias taught you a lesson.”
They soon reached the waiting group,
who were sitting in anxious silence. Ev
erything went on so nicely after that,
and they enjoyed the rest of the day in
telling stories and playing some quiet
Several years have passed and Alira and
Charlie have fulfilled all that their child
hood promised. Alma entered into so
ciety with a becoming grace. Charlie has
grown to be a great tease, as boys gener
. Alma is now twenty, a pure-hearted,
simple girl. She is the belle of the circle
m which she goes, and a dear lover of the
Charlie goes to college, and is acquitting
himself well for his years, as, of course, he
has just commenced.
Alma’s mother is proud of her children,
and finds as Alma grows older that she is
more and more companionable and better
suited to enjoy life.
Uncle Fred is a great favorite with all.
Our little Freddie is Charlie’s age, but
more quiet and thoughtful. He also en
tered college the same time Charlie did.
Thus wc will leave them, happy and con
tented.—New York Methodist.
The Retirement of Hon. James H.
As we are ready to go to press, the
Telegraph and Messenger comes to
hand, and we find it contains a card from
Mr. Blount, announcing that he will not
again ask the people of the Sixth district
to return him to Congress. We regret
this exceedingly, and hope he will recon
sider the matter; and in making this ex
pression we belief it will be the emphatic
utterance of nine-tenths of the people of
Butts county. It is true Mr. B. has been
repeatedly honored, but it is equally true
that no representative from Georgia has
done more for his district, and also for
the State at large, than he has. He has
occupied a prominent position that has
enabled him to do much for the public
weal, and as he has become thoroughly
conversant with public matters, we should
dislike to lose his experience in the Na
tional Congress. Georgia needs conserva
tive men like Mr. Brio look after her in
terests, and we hope he will be again re
turned.—Indian Springs Argus.
Milledgevillk Union and Recorder:
“We have ever regarded Mr. Blount as an
able and faithful representative in Con
gress, but believed there were other men
in the district of equal ability, and held
that only extraordinary qualifications
should entitle a man to continued re-elec
tion. Hence, on more than one occasion
we did not favor lus nomination, but al
ways supported him cheerfully after he
had been selected as our standard bearer.
We have observed hjs course in Congress,
and are gratified to know that he has de
veloped into a most useful member, com
manding the respect and esteem of the
country, and earning a national reputa
tion at a statesman of ability. *
By his distinguished services he has at
tained a position of power and influence
in our national councils, that render it de
sirable that he should be continued in
Congress, as it is now plain, that he canbe
of more service to his district and .the
State than any new man. Under these
circumstances, we read with surprise and
rdgret his letter announcing his determi
nation to retire. We heartily endorse the
call made upon him by the people of Bibb
which has been seconded by a strong pe
tition from Baldwin, to reconsider his de
cision and submit to the will of the peo
ple in this matter. The people of the dis
trict have claims upon him which he can
not ignore, without a good reason, which
he has not given.”
Colonel Blount Must Allow the
Use of His Name.—The people of Butts
are determined if in their power to keep
Colonel Blount in Congresj, where he
has so ably and faithfully represented
them. There are several petitions being
circulated in the county asking that they
shall be allowed to use his name. We
have only seen the one circulated by Mr.
names, and he tells us he has not seen a
man but signed it cheerfully,' and all say
Blount is their man.—Indian Springs Ar
teacher. At first her parents were very B. W. Collier who has over two hundred
The Southern, Baptist Convention.
From our own Correspondent ]
Lexington, Ky., May 6,1880.
At 10 o’clock a. m., Dr. Jas. P. Boyce
struck the marble table with the gavel,
in the handsome meeting house of the
First Church, and called the convention
to order. The coup d'oeil, at the mo
ment, was something worth seeing. The
large building, with its mouse-colored
walls, groined ceiling, beautiful stained-
glass windows, crowded by a large assem-
sembly of fine looking men and hand
somely dressed ladies, presented a splen
did spectacle. Just as the Doctor called
the house to order, end while all was
still for a moment, two sliding doors
in the rear of the pulpit platform rolled
gently within recesses in the walls and
exposed to view a most beautiful array of
plants and flowers in pots, arranged on
shelves, with a small fountain playing in
the middle. It was a-striking and gor
geous spectacle, and such a gratifying
surprise that an involuntary clapping of
bauds occurred on the part of the specta
tors, in token of gratification and compli
ment at. the taste and tact which executed
the pleasing surprise.
Dr. Boyce led in short devotional ser
vices, calling on Dr. Shelton, of Illinois,
to make the opening prayer. He then
announced .that, in accordance with the
notice given a year ago, he positively de
clined a re-election. Dr. Cornelius
Tyree, of Virginia, then nominated Dr.
P. H. Mell, of Georgia, and he was elec
ted by a vote approaching to unanimity.
The chair appointed Dr. Tyree and Dr.
Winkler to conduct the new
president to the chair, which they did
very gracefully, Dr. Boyce as gracefully
yielding, voluntarily, the position he has
so ably occupied for a number of years.
Dr. Mell, on taking the chair, offered
his thanks for the honor rendered him,
told the advantages and disadvantages of
the position, and made some tender and
pathetic remarks in a manner which ex
hibited a good deal of feeling for one of
Rev. 0. E. W. Dobbs, of Kentucky, and
Rev. O. F. Gregory, of South Carolina,
were then elected secretaries, andDrs.
Yeaman, of Missouri, Dr. Winkler, of
Alabama, ex-GovernorBrown, of Geoigia,
and cx-Govemor Leslie of Kentucky,
were made vice presidents.
The pastor of the church, Rev. Lansing
Burrows, a son of Dr. J. L. Burrows, of
Louisville, Kentucky, and a man of fine
presence, oratorical ability and decided
intellectual power, then delivered an ad
dress of welcome to the convention in the
name of the pastors, churches,citizens and
Christians of the city. It was gracefully
and happily done, and was replete with
many beautiful and apposite thoughts
well expressed, and constituted another
agreeable surprise to the convention.
Dr. Mell felt called upon to appoint
some one to reply, and his choice fell hap
pily upon Dr. E. T. Winkler, of Alabama,
who responded briefly, but in a happy
and appropriate manner, in behalf of the
The convention then adjourned until 8
o’clock p. m.
In the afternoon the reports of the home
and foreign boards were read, abstracts of
which I send.
Among those present are Dr. Lasher, of
Ohio, editor of the Journal and Messen
ger; Dr. J. A. Broadus, ex-Governor
Brown, of Georgia; Dr. J. L. Burrows, of
Louisville; Rev. C. D. Campbell, of Geor
gia; Dr. A. C. Caperton, editor Western
Recorder, Louisville, Kentucky; Dr.
Chambliss, South Carolina, Dr. C. C.
Chaplin, Texas; Rev. W. H. Cooper,
of Cuthbert, Ga., Dr. R. M. Dudley, of
Georgetown, Kentucky, Dr. Duncan of
Ohio,- H. T. Ellyson, Virginia, Dr. J. R.
Graves, Tennessee, Drs. Hatcher and
Hawthorne of Virginia, Dr. L. Moss of
Indiana, Rev. V. Norcross of Georgia,
Rev. G. A. Nunnally, Rer. W. L. and
Rev. J. H. Kilpatrick pf Georgia, Dr.
Pritchard of North Carolina, Dr. C. H.
Ryland of Virginia, Dr. J. S. Lawton of
Atlanta, Joshua Levering of Baltimore,
Dr. G. A. Lofton of St. Louis, Dr. Yeaman
of Missouri, Dr. B. Manly of Louisville,
Dr. C. Manly of-Greenville, S. C., Dr. S.
W. Marston of St. Louis, Rev. G. R. Mc
Call of Geoigia, Dr. McDonald of Vir
ginia, Dr. McIntosh of Alabama, Dr. E.
W. Warren of Macon, Dr. Tupper of Vir
ginia, Dr. J. W. M. Williams of Baltimore,
Dr. Kerfoot of Baltimore, Dr. Spalding of
Atlanta, Dr. M. T. Sumner cf Alabama,
Dr. Ticbnor of Alabama, Drs. Cornelius
Tyree and Reuben Jones, of Viiginia,
Dr. M. B. Wharton, Rev. O. C. Pope, of
Texas, Dr. A. B. Woodfin, of Alabama,
Dr. T. G* Jones, of Texas, and many oth
ers, whom I cannot mention. In all there
are about 300 delegates present, who
brought many ladies with them, making
tho largest convention we have had in
many years. Dr. Jeter’s body is absent;
but his well-known face is here. Just in
front of the beautiful display of flowers
in the rear of the pulpit recess, in a gilt
frame, and resting on a tasteful easel is a
handsome portrait of the lamented dead.
He is looking calmly and peacefully upon
the body with which he met lor nearly
half a century and whoso course he had a
large share in shaping. Above him are
painted beautifully the letters WEL
Ou one side of the wall, in the rear of
the desk, is painted a handsome scroll,
bearing the phrase in gilt letters, “Say
among the heathen that the Lord reign-
etb;” and on the other side is a similar
scroll bearing the words, “Preaching peace
by Jesus Cbnst, He Is Lord of all.” The
general view of these is exceedingly
striking and handsome. On the table is
a beautifully arranged vase of flowers,
and the breeze waiting through the audi
torium the perfume of the actual conserv
atory behind the desk, makes the air fra
grant with delicious odors.
The report of the home board an
nounces the encouraging beginning by
Dr. J. B. Hartwell, cf his mission in San
Francisco, and the loss of his pious and
devoted wife, soon after his arrival there.
The following allusion is made to her in
Mrs. Julia Caroline Hartwell, wife of
Rev. J. B. Hartwell, D.D., died Decem
ber third, a tow days after reaching San
Francisco.. She anticipated with lively
interest the renewal of work among the
Chinese, in which she expected to partici
pate with her husband. She was a wo
man of cnltivated and brilliant intellect,
and ardont affections. Had her life been
spared, and her health permitted, she
would no donbt have rendered valuable
services to the mission. The afflictions of
our bereaved brother, we trust, will
awaken on the part of the denomination,
a deeper sympathy in the work.
Mrs. Hartwell was formerly a resident
of your own city.
Our missions among the Creek and
Chickasaw Indians, in the Indian Terri
tory, are flourishing. We have a mission
among the “wild tribes,” under the care
of Bev. Tnlsey Micco, a Seminole, who re
ports large congregations, a growing
church and a Sunday-school!
The board has contracted for the pur
chase and establishment of a manual la
bor school among the Creeks, and the
money is secured for the purpose.
In regard to its work among the col
ored people, the Board of the Institutes
say that they have been largely attended
by them, and others have been held dur
ing the year at various places in Georgia,
Alabama, Mississippi ami Louisiana by
Rev. W. H. Robert, who, while in the
service of the board, diligently .addressed
himself to that work.
The following allusion is made to
“kind words” :
We. are happy to announce the connec
tion of Rev. M. B. Wharton, D. D., as
associate editor and business director of
our Sunday-school paper. He has become
a member of the firm printing' Kind
Words, and takes charge of that depart
ment of their business. The paper has
fully maintained its popularity,as is shown
by its increasing circulation.
This paper is printed in your city by the
firm of J. W. Burke & Co., and it has
paid into the treasury of the home during
the last year $SOO, besides paying its own
The hoard has employed more than
thirty missionaries during the
last year, who have supplied six
ty-three churches and fifty-four stations.
They have performed 1,091 works of
labor, preached 2,5S0 sermons, delivered
1,027 addresses, held 1,000 other meetings,
baptized about 300, established 05 Sunday
schools, and traveled 50,000 miles, be
sides much other labor. The board has
received about $20,000, and has about
$0,500 on hand.
THE REPORT OF THE FOREIGN BOARD
opens with an affectionate and apprecia
tive tribute to Dr. Jeter, its former presi
dent, and then announces the departure
of various missionaries to their fields of
labor in Italy, China and Africa—Dr.
Taylor and family, to Italy; Dr. Crawford,
Rev. E. Z. Simmons and wife, and Miss
Stein, to China; and Rev. W. J. David
In all those fields, our missionary work
is progressing favorably, and under cir
cumstances which demand their continu
ance and vigorous prosecution.
Missionaries—At Abbeokuta, W. J.
David, Mrs. David, and two native assist
ants; at Lagos, S. Cosby, of colored
board, associated, and one native assist
ant; at Ogbomoshow, Moses L. Stone.
These mission stations are in Central
Africa, where the people are earnestly
longing and clamoring for the Gospel.
The report urges the enlisting of our col
ored Baptist brotherhood of the South in
this work, towaids which end successful
steps have been already taken. The con
tinuance of work in this field is urged.
CHINA MISSIONS—TUNG CHOW MISSION.
Missionaries—T. P. Crawford, Mrs.
Crawford, Mrs. S. J. Holmes,-‘ Miss L.
Moon, with native Christians as volunta
The church at Tung Chow is growing
in Christian character. In the last year
seven have been baptized—total in the
church, sixty-six. Each of the ladies has
a school containing fifteen to twenty each.
“The gospel is striking its roots deep into
Asiatic society,” says Dr. Crawford.
Missionaries—M. T. Yates, Mrs. Yates,
one native pastor, Wong Ping San, and
su yd\^Tons s ' s i^^Bf^t;rieiua5 anu uapnsm,
e2. Total in the Shanghai church, 82; in
the Kwin San church 18. Says Dr.
Yates: “Be assured of this, yc friends of
missions, I was never more encouraged in
my work than now.”
Missionaries—R. H. Graves, Mrs.
Graves, Mis3 LulaWbilden, E. Z. Sim
mons, Mrs. Simmons, Miss Sallie Stein,
Yong Seen San, and eleven other native
assistants and Bible women.
There are two churches here, Canton
and Shia Hing. The former has 190 mem
bers, and received 52 in tho last year; and
contributed $140, mostly by the Chinese,
towards the support of the church and its
work during the past year. The latter
church has 40 members. These churches
have five schools with more than two hun
dred scholars in them, forty of whom are
children of church members.
Two stations have been opened in Bra
zil, the first, Santa Barbara, has thirty
members, and is self-sustaining; the other
station has twelve memhersT Both are
under the care of Rev. E. H. Quillen.
Missionaries—At Rome, G. B. Taylor,
Mrs. Taylor, and Signor Corcoda; at Torre
Pellice, Signor Ferraris; at Milan, Signor
PasChetlo; at Modena and Carpi, Signop
Martinelli; at Naples, Signor Colombo; at
Bari and Barletta, Signor Yolpi; at Isl
and of Sardinia, Signor Cossu; at Ve
nice, Signor Bellondi; at Bologna, Signor
Our mission work in Italy we conceive
to he simply grand, and the watchword is
In that classic field, there is as much
need of the true Gospel of Christ and of
real Christian training and instruction as
in any part of the world.
The foreign board has collected in the
last conventional year about $40,000, but
have expended more, their bank account
being about $3,000 minus, which Will bo
paid by contributions soon.
TUESDAY - MORNING.
The convention opened at nine o’clock,
Dr. Mell in the chair, and ex-Governor
Leslie, of Kentucky, on the plattorm. The
convention presents an imposing spectacle.
Dr. Mell preserves good order, and all
seem deeply interested. But thismust be
mailed on the morning train.
May 7th. S. B.
ton, of Missouri, superintendent of mis
sions among the freedmen, as arepresenta
tiveof the same society, who made t
speech strongly advocating the education
of colored mmisters and supporting the
allusion of Dr. Tupper in his report that
the colored Baptist should bo enlisted in
the cause of African evangelization, as by
them alone could the work be done. He
said he saw no use for any closer or
ganic union between the North and the
South—that they were working together
very’welJ in their mission work among
the colored people, and he saw no reason
why they could not continue to do so.
The following is the communication
brought by Drs. Moss and Marston:
To the Southern Baptist contention, as
sembled at Lexington, Ky. — Dear
Brethren: The board of the American
Baptist Home Mission Society, desiring
that the Baptist household of faith
throughout our land should “keep the
unity of the spirit in the bond of peace,”
have appointed the Rev. L. Moss, D. D.,
president of Indiana University, and Rev.
S. Marston, superintendent of missions
among the freedmen, as our representa
tives to convey to your body expressions
of our fraternal regard, and to assure yon
of our readiness, in every practicable way,
to co-operate with you in takingand hold
ing our country for Christ. On behalf of
the board, yours fraternally,
H. L. Mokeiiead,
A resolution of appreciation in regard
to their addresses was passed afterwards
ana five (5) delegates were appointed to
represent our convention in the
Saratoga meetings of the
Northern society this . month,
and bear to them words of greeting,
brotherly love and encouragement.
Night.—Friday night was devoted to
home missions, and fine speeches were
made by Drs. J. L. Burrows and E. T.
Winkler, a large congregation being pres
ent. A collection, amounting to more
than $200, was taken up.
Morning.—Auotliei effort was made—
similar to those made every few years—to
change the sessions of the convention from
annual to biennial, but the effort proved
a failure, for the resolution to make our
sessipns biennial was laid on the table:
During Saturday morning some fine
speeches were made, and perhaps the best
was onthe subject of China missiotis, by
I. T. Tichenor, of Alabama. He is an el
oquent speaker, when aroused, and he cer
tainly delivered a splendid speech in favor
of China as a mission field, now fully
opened by Providence, and affording a
field of more hope for Christian effort
than any other nation on tHe globe. He
presented some novel views and enlairged
ideas, which will require time and a great
mission spirit to develop properly. The
speech of Dr. M. B. Wharton, in regard to
Sunday school literature, was also com
plimented, for he was in his hap
piest vein. His address followed
the report on Kind Words, which
commended that paper highly, mentioning
his connection with the firm of Burke
& Co. with great gratification, saying that
in his hands and in that of its present ed
itor “wo feel safe in saying that Kind
influence for gooa'.’ r Tlic ‘iei>orf conclddel
as follows: “We are pleased to state that
the contract is being faithfully fulfilled by
the firm which prints the paper, and we
believe that the firm merits the fullest
confidence of the denomination and cf all
our Sunday schools. I must close this to
catch the mail, but will state that Geor
gia is represented by thirty-five delegates,
all of whom are well, and are representing
their State honorably. Besides myself,
Dr. Warren and Bro. C. C. Smith from
our town are here, who are well and
enjoying themselves. We expect
to go upon an excursion to Cin
cinnati next week, from which
place I will write you, and perhaps from
Louisville and Nishville alio, as I shall
return by that route next week.
j ✓ S,B.
P. S.—I add a postscript merely to say
that the convention will meet next year at
Columbus, Mississippi, and that Dr. S.
Landrum, of Savannah, is to preach the
Louisville, May 8,1SS0.
The convention met at 9 a. m. After
prayer by Dr. Lasher, of Ohio, Dr. J.
William Jones, of Viiginia, offered a reso
lution striking out the provisions as to
quorums. There was some little discus
sion on the matter between the brethren,
including Drs. Boyce and Mell, which was
stopped by a motion of Dr. A. C. Caper-
ton to lay the matter on the table.
At ten o’clock the special hour allotted
to the Southern Baptist Theological Semi
nary arrived, when Dr. Boyce ascended
the rostrum and delivered one of the best
speeches of his life, onthe condition and
needs of the seminary. He spoke
in high terms of Governor Brown’s
donation of $50,000 to the convention.
He asked for a collection, and over $7,090
were contributed on the spot for the board.
The first donation was one of $1,000 from
Mr. Joshua Levering, of Baltimore, in be
half of himself and the Eutaw Place Bap
tist church, Baltimore. Mr. Levering is a
young and wealthy Baptist, very liberal,
and of very handsome personal appear
Dr. John A. Broadus'followed Dr.
Boyce,and aided materially insecuringthe
A complimentary announcement was
then made of the portrait gallery of the
Christian Index, of Atlanta, which con
tains portraits of some of the chief men
in the convention, including Dr. Boyce,
Broadus, Manly and Mell.
Afternoon.—In the afternoon, Dr.
Lemuel, Moss, representative of
the Northern Home Mission Society, was
conducted to the rostrum, and delivered a
strong and interesting speech, as the mes
senger of the society. His speech was full
of fraternal feeling and of words of cheer
and encouragement in onr mission work.
He is a strong man intellectually, of ro
bust form, beardless and rather under the
usual height. He is now president of In
diana University and was formerly editor
Public Meeting in Jones County.
At a meeting of the citizens of Jones
county, held May 8th, I860, Dr. James F.
Barron was called to" the chair, and Ro
land T. Ross, Esq., appointed secretary.
The object of the meeting was explained,
and on motion a committee of twelve was
appointed to prepare resolutions i
pressivc of the feelings of the citizens of
of Jones county. The chair appointed the
following gentlemen as said committee:
R. V. Hardeman, chairman; G. N.
Mann, P. T. Pitts, H. S. Graves, G. T.
Peasley, R. T. R<?ss, E. C. Grice, Richard
Johnson, N. J. Gresham, B. F. Finney,
R. T. Christian, A* H. G. McKay—who
reported the following preamble and reso
lutions, which were unanimously adopt
Whereas, Appreciat’ng the immense
labor and arduous toil of the Hon. James
H. Blount for the past years in the na
tional Congress, and keenly sensible of
the esteem in which he is held by our
sister counties of the district, and consid
ering the beneficial results to the whole
country by tho wisdom and prudence of his
past services, and recognizing the fact
that he has just reached the noontide of
his influence; therefore,
“Be it resolved, 1, That his retirement
from Congress at this particular time
would be a public calamity, and every
condition of the public interest demands
his services and nothing save a Providen
tial cause will induce ns to submit to his
Resolved, 2, That wo invite the Demo
cratic party of the Sixth district to unite
with us in protesting against the with
drawal of Col. Blount and in securing his
nomination and re-election, feeling fully
satisfied that he will yield to the wishes of
Resolved, 3, That a copy of these reso
lutions be furnished Colonel Blount, and
that they be published in the Macon
Telegraph and Messenger and the
Democratic papers in the district be re
quested to copy the same. On motion
the meeting then adjourned.
Dn. James F. Barron,
Roland T. Ross, • Chairman.
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Professor of History and Agriculture in the
University of Geoigia.
THE EARLY - CULTURE OF COTTON.
Most fanners are now engaged m the
early working of their cotton. It is a
common practice in the first plowing of
cotton to use a turning plow with the oar
next the cotton. This does apparently
pretty woik and covers up all the grass
and weeds that may have shown them
selves in the rows. But I think it cleans
rather than works the young cotton which
is left standing on a ridge five or six inches
wide, whose sides are as sheer as those of
a ditch, leaving the soil around the roots
of the plants undisturbed. When the land
has been well prepared, the best way to
work cotton, ip our judgment, is to start
the hoes ahead of the plows, chopping
the cotton into buuches of from three to
five stalks,and then let careful plow hands
follow with a sub-soileror long narrow
ripper, running very deep and close to the
cotton and killing whatever grass the hoes
may havo left. This plan is quite as ex
peditious as any other, and b leaves the
crop clean and in a favorably
condition for growth. The idea
that the cotton plant grows best when
its roots strikes hard earth, is certainly
erroneous. The fact that deep, soft lands
like the Mississippi bottoms produce the
largest crops, sufficiently demonstrates
the error. Li putting cotton to a stand,
tho utmost care should be taken that the .
stalks be not bruised or peeled by the
liocs, causing “sore shin” and death.
Many of the casualties to cotton, which
are- lamented as providential, are really
the result of careless hoeing. The death
of many a stalk, which has been attributed
to the cutworm and the aphis, should have
been ascribed to slap-dash chopping. Af
ter the crop has been brought to a stand,
earth should be brought to the beds in
each working so that the roots may be
sheltered from the sun and have plenty of :
finely pulverized soil for the lateral root
OAT HARVEST. - a
The oat harvest will soon be here. Ba M
prepared in time and ready to give it due . j ■
attention when it comes. As already
recommended, cat befofe the crop is
fully ripe. Care well in the sun, and if
possible let no rain fall on itt Oats cut ■
and cured in the proper way, with the aid »
of a good straw cutter, afford most whole- - ^
some and valuable food for horses and Jr
mules. It is astonishing with what waste- •
fulness fanners feed uncut oats andfod-
der to stock,When the wasted portion even JJ.
of a small crop would more than pay for a M
good straw cutter. When'plow animals
are doing hard work, chopped sheaf oats
sprinkled with a little coarsely ground
corn meal will keep them in better con
dition than sedid corn and fodder.
—The New York Commercial Adverti
ser, a pronounced Grant organ, says: “If
would be useless to deny that a formidable
movement is on foot to weaken General
Grant, and to influence tha conventions
yet to be held, particularly Illinois. It
of the Journal and Messenger, a Baptist j shows that its projectors are ready to
paper in Cincinnati.
He was followed by Dr. S. W. Mars-
While there are still in every commun- "
ity men who ridicule as- valueless the ■
knowledge of the science of agriculture .
which is derived from books, ignorance
and its sister, prejudice, are yielding rap
idly fo tfie onward march of improvement,
must be elevated to the samd hr:-f .—
of dignity and respect which other
professions occupy. We boast with just
pride of many distinguished sons of our
sunny South whose brilliant talent and
eminent public service are the gloiy of
our country. But among that number,
where are they whose names will be hon
ored by posterity on account of their dis
tinction in agriculture ? Yet, in tha
wide field that scientific agriculture open3
the aspirant for fame has a fairer pros
pect of success than any other art or sci
ence presents. He who can demonstrate
how the maximum of the various pro
ducts of the soil of the best quality can be
realized with the minimum of expense
would seem to be entitled to equal honor
with the members of the other professions
which wo call “learned.”
R. C. Winthrep, speaking of the achieve
ments of horticulture, “the fine art of
common life,” says: “It decor
ates the dwelling of the hum
blest laborer with undoubted
originals by the oldest masters, and places
within his daily view fruit pieces such as
Van Huysen never painted, and land
scapes such as Poussin could only copy.”
■ “DESPISE NOT SMALL THINGS.”
It would be well if fanners would pay
heed to this wise injunction. All things
seem small, we know,-in comparison with
the cotton crop, hut there are. other unpre
tending little crops which will abundantly
repay a little attention. Tidy little
patches of pea-uuts, of cow peas, of sweet
potatoes, of rutabagas,of carrots, a modest
supply of garden vegetables, medicinal
and savory herbs—of the many small
things which afford comfort to a family,
and which can be had without paying for
them out of the proceeds of the cotton
crop—are veiy convenient and profitable,
and cost almost nothing. Had we all
plenty of “goobers” and cow peas, our meat
need not cost us eight or nine cents a pound
plus “interest on advances.” Did so
small a thing as the tnmip patch re
ceive due attention, our cattle would be
in better order and we might even have
fat mutton occasionally on our tables.
Had we such an insignificant thing as a
well stocked orchard, we might have, be
sides fresh fruit in season, a plenty of pre
serves and dried fruit, which would help
out the bacon and greens very agreeably.
In short, were the thousand and one
“small things” attended to, which need
ing but very little outlay of time or
money, conduce largely to thebealtb,
comfort and economy of a household,
millions of dollars would be kept at home
wMch are now scattered abroad every
year, because, in onr all-absorbing wor
ship of cotton, we despise small things.
It is the aggregate of these small things
attended to in due season, which make a
people independent. The farmer who
provides for them rarely pays “interest on
advances,” or asks a merchant “to run.
It needs very strong resolution to per
form this operation as it ought to be per
formed, but to have fine vegetables they
must be thinned heroically. Here is a -
hill of nine or ten luxuriant melon vines
just preparing to run. Here is a bed of
beets well headed and standing close to
gether in the row. There is a.bed of salsify
the plants as thick as the hair on a dog’s
back. It seems hard to pull up and throw
away seven or eight of the ten melon
vines, to thin the beets and salsify to ten.
and six inches between the plants. But'
it must be dono. The increased vigor of
those that are left will amply repay the
trouble. No taprooted plants or bulbs
should Stand so thick that an ordinary
weeding hoe will not pass fieely between
them. No vine should bave more than
three plants in a hill. Snap-beans to be
most productive should be thinned to
seven or eight inches. Most gardeners.
sow vegetable seeds loo thick, intending to
thin to a stand after they are well out of
the ground, but the intention is rarely
carried out properly. Now is the time.
;S> i j
S. T. Williams, a prominent druggist
of Salisbury, Md., wrote, January 25,
1878: “Send me one dozen Tntt’s Pills,
and if they prove what you claim for
them I will order more.” February 19,
he writes: “Send me two dozen more of
[ stoop to the most unworthy means to Dr. Tutt’s Liver Pills, by return mail,
i- achieve their ends.” They are doing wonders here.”