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Banks County Gazette.
VOL 1. —NO. 38.
HOLLINGSWORTH.
I am a girl of seventeen,
And I expect a little mean
To write such a letter,
But I cannot do better
Than to tell you of the exhibition
At the common school house,
Where everything was fixed
As cute as a mouse.
They were going to see lots of fun,
When the old nogro the row begun.
He came to the exhibition,
And drank around like a politician;
And after a while he got tight,
And figited around and got up a fight.
They fell on the ground
And fought all around.
A white man stamped him on the
head,
And wished that the negro was dead.
He cut the man on the face,
And got away in great haste.
The Alliance took up the case,
And would not he run ouer by no
such a race,
They had him arrested
And his case tested;
And he for his lawyer’s fee,
For him to clear him you see.
The lawyer cared nothing for Pete
But the Alliance he wanted to beat;
For he once the Alliance did join
And thought it would him money coin,
lie did not suit they turned him out,
Now you see he has turned right
about.
But the Alliance they said
He of them should never get ahead.
The negro gave bond at court to ap
pear,
There if oe could prove himself clear.
But on Pete they seemed rather soft,
And put his trial off.
Though I an Allianceman never have
been,
But the wav he tried to treat them,
1 think it was a sin.
Worldly Prudence.
Prudence has been said to be a
cowardly virtue. It is often the
bravest of virtues—much more of
strength and courage in it than in
rashness. Its chief danger lies in its
exposure to adulteration. Its offen
sive protection is feeble. Selfishness
very frequently debauches it to
policy—cowardice to compromise—
conservatism to surrender.
Christian prudence carries an ex
posed side, without the porcupine
quills to protect, and is in constant
peril from worldliness. Mr. Wesley
records this instance; “I was grieved
to find prudence had made them
l*ave off singing of psalms. I fear it
will not stop here. God deliver me,
and all that seek him in sincerity,
from what the world colls Christian
prudence.”
The distinction between true
Christian prudence and what the
world calls Christian prudence, was
never more clearly set forth than by
Mr. Wesley. Perhaps no distinctions
are more necessary than this. It is
at this point where the church and
the individual imperceptibly glide
into worldliness, and become thor
oughly steeped in it, and yet all the
while bearing the coloring of religion.
He defines counterfeit Christian
prudence “as the pursuing Christian
ends on worldly maxims, or by world
ly means.” This is one of the insidi
ous and general evils to which relig
ion is ever exposed, and which most
thoroughly eliminates its spiritual
power, and makes it the pleasing and
happy ally of the world. By this
method the antagonisms between
religion and the world are avoided,
every' thing is toned down to an
amicable conservatism.
Mr. Wesley sets forth what these
worldly maximß to which the church
has been seduced are. He says: “The
grand maxims that obtain in the
world are: The more power, the more
money, the more learning, and the
more reputation a man has the more
good he will do. And whenever a
Christian, pursuing the noble ends,
forms hia behavior by these maxims
he will infallibly (though perhaps by
insensible degrees) decline into
worldly prudence. He will use more
or less conformity to the world, if not
in sin, yet in doing some things that
are good in themselves, yet, all things
considered, are not good to him; and
perhaps at length using guile or dis
guise, simulation or dissimulation;
either seeming to be what he is not,
or not seeming to oe what he is. By
any of these marks may worldly pru
dence be discerned from the wisdom
which is from above.
“This Ceristian prudence pursues
Christian maxims and by Christian
means. The end it pursues is holi
ness in every kind and in the highest
degree, and usefulness in every kind
and degrees. And herein it proceeds
on the following maxims: The help
that is done upon the earth God
doeth it himself. It is he that work
eth all in all, and that not by human
{lower —generally he uses weak things
to confound the strong; not by men
of wealth—Most of his choice instru
ments may say, ‘Silver and gold have
I none; not by learned or wise men
after the flesh. No, the foelish things
hath God chosen, not by men ot
reputation, hut by men that were as
the filth and offscouring of the world
—a!! for this plain reason, ‘that no
flesh may glory in his sight.’ Chris
tian prudence pursues these ends,
upon these principles, by only Chris
tian means.”
We would emphasize the distinc
tion: worldly prudence, when bap
tized for religious uses, is the pursu
ing of Christian ends by worldly max
ims and Worldly means. It has a
flavor of religion in it, but the cover
ing and core are worldly. It has run
up the flag of Christ, but it fights
under the banner of the enemy. It
does preach Christ, hut leaves out the
cross. It professes to be sailing
heavenward, but the vessel is entered
for another port, and it is officered
by strangers to the heavenly city,
who have neither chart nor compass
to direct them there. This kind of
prudence goes hand in hand with the
world, makes no iasue*, smooths off
the searp points of collision, pours
oil on the places of friction, stirs no
animosities, sets the gospel in an at
tractive worldly frame.
True Christian prudence is aggres
sive; it may not make rash assaults,
but its hostility is imperishable. It
understands that there is neither dis
charge nor peace in this war. The
men who do the most for God are
aggressive at every point. They seek
not the world, they use not its meth
ods, they have no patience with its
maxims. But this quiet virtue finds
the most virulent opposition. True
Christian prudence is what the Vorld
hates. Christ, in his quiet gentleness,
was its illustrious example, and yet
who ever stirred the world as he stirs
it? Who was ever opposed, hated,
and hunted by the world as lao? He
fays by way of encouragement, but in
the declaration of the eternal princi
ples of conflict and emity: “If the
world hate you, ye know that it hated
me before it hated you. If ye were
of the world, the world would love
his own; but because ye are not of
the w’orld, but 1 have chosen you out
of the world, therefore the world
hateth you. Remember the word
that I said unto you, The servant is
not greater than his lord. If they
have persecuted me, they will also
persecute you; if they have kept my
saying, they will keep yours also.” So
it was in the year of our Lord 33.
Times, principles, Christ, the world,
do not change. These principles of
hatred and conflict are eternal, and if
there be peace it is because there has
been surrender on the part of those
who represent Christ.
The venerable Venu said of the
saintly Simeon, at Oxford: “He is
highly esteemed and exceedingly
despised; -almost adored by some, by
others abhorred.” So it was in the
year of our Lord 1776. A brother
writes us of a gifted, holy man, pastor
in one of our leading city churches:
“Dr. is a powor amongst us. He
is greatly loved and greatly hated.”
So it is in the year of our Lord 1891.
The most popular way to betray
Christ is with the kiss of worldly
Christian prudence.—Nashville Chris
tian Advocate.
HOMER, BANKS COUNTY, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 28,1891.
Terrible Tragedy.
A special from Chattanooga, Tenn.,
to the Tribune-of-Rome tells the fol
lowing fearful story, the consequences
of the unwise policy of selling a man
the privilege of dealing out death and
damnation to the hitman race. Oh
God! how much longer are we to go
on in this murderous attitude? How
long! oh, how tong will' it beT before
we will realize the awful situation and
rise up as one man and blot forever
from our statute books the law grail
ting license to men to sell liquor ?
Here it is: ,
“Yesterday up to about one o’clock
was hushed in the usual quite of the
Lord's day, but at this time the whole
city was chilled by the rumor which
ran rapidly’ into truth that Judge J.
A. Warder, once United States district
attorney and special judge of the
supreme court of Tenues -tee, had shot
and killed his son-in-law, S. M. Fu
gette, cashier of the South Chattanoo
ga Savings bank.
Three years ago Mr. Fugette,
voting, rich and full of manly prom
ise, wooed and won the hand of as
lovely a maiden as ever inherited
queenly virtue from a princely parent
age. A child, the idol of the grand
lather who slew the father, blessed
the union.
Stripped of all the hues which ru
mor gives to tragic scenes, the fact#
are these:
Judge Warder, with a bruised
brain, inflamed with the wrongs of a
fancied grievance, born out of the
insanities of whisky, returned to his
home, after a morning visit to the
Reed house. In the earlier hours of
the day he was lucid and sane; when
he reached his hitherto peaceful and
lovely home, he was emotionally in
sane. All the family at the time were
living in the same residence, and the
judge ei'tered his home from the
rear- As he entered, going up the
steps, he was observed by the cook,
wlto said ‘his steps were uncertain,
but rapid,’ and she said to the nurse,
who was in the kitchen: ‘Judge War
dor is drunk, and oh! how bad he
looks!’
lie met his wife who tells this story:
“I was iu my room with the judge
when Ida came to the ddor, but I
told kcr not to come in but to leave
us alone. Behind her was Mr. Fu
gettc. They both came into the
room and the shooting followed.
Y'ho shot first Ido not know. Ida
was shot while attempting to separate
them.’
The only witnesses were the par
ties, Mrs. Warder and Mrs. Fugette.
Mr. Fugette, it seems, was on the
lookout for an insane attack, as the
judge the night before had made
some demonstration and threats. He
told Mrs. Warder, his mother-in-law,
to take the judge’s pistol from him,
and having none himself, his wife
had advised him to got one the day
previous.
From this it appears that the whis
ky insanities of the judge had given
birth to a fancied wrong, which to
him had become real. He had
threatened to dissolve partnership
with his law partner because he ad
vised him not to drink any more—
went further and in a frenzy threaten
ed to kill his partner.
The judge, however, had always
spoken in the highest terms of his
son-in law and recently they bought
a lot on which to build residences
together.
In the room lay Fugette dead, his
lovely wife, now crazed and in a swoon
lying on his body. Judge Warder,
dangerously wounded, is in the hands
of the physicians, and the latest re
ports say he will recover.
Mrs. Fugette is under the influence
of opiates; she was shot through the
thigh—a flesh wound
Judge Warder’e attorneys say that
when all the facts are made known
the judge will not be wholly to blame
for this lamentable occurancc. He is
seriously wounded, and, being under
the influence of opiates, is in no con
dition to make a statement.
Judge Warder is a cultivated, re
fined, talented gentleman, and is re-
spected at the bar by all parties,
though a republican in politics. Mr.
Fugette was without reproach in the
social and business world. The name
of the author of this terrible tragedy
is ’ll Whisky.
Lifting The Heart.
Years ago there lived near the sea
coast a dear little old lady, whose
whole life was an act of devotion.
She was so gentle and full of grace,
so slight in figure and quick in mo
tion, that it seemed as though a
breath would blow her away. Once
on a storm} day we chanced to visit
her. The wind howled round the
house, the snow came in great swirls,
and blotted the familiar features of
the landscape out, while afar off upon
the water’s the angry sky and sea
met iu indistinguishable outline.
‘‘The poor sailors!” Said the old
lady; “I never forget them. The
last thing I always do before I go to
bed at night is to raise my curtain
and look over the sea, and lift up my
heart for the sailors.” Simple words,
that she probably never thaugkt of
again in connection of her hearers;
but never has the wind blown as it
blows these December nights, when
we can almost hear the rush of the
surging waters in the bay, but the
gentle expression comes back, “I
lift up my heart lor the sailors,'’ and
to the unspoken prayer we silently
respond, “Amen.”
It may’ be that the prayer, even of
faith, will not stay the wild wind and
the tossing sea; but, could the storm
tossed mariners know that they were
thus remembered, it would perhaps
speak peace to their hearts, if not to
the ocean.
“Pardon my delay in remitting
this money, but I have been in sor
row;. I have lost my only son. Re
member me in your prayers,” writes
a good man, a stranger except in a
business way, who is so overwhelmed
ra the deep soas of affliction that he
S'etches out a hand, for human sym
pathy into the din of onr workaday
life. Who could resist so pathetic
an appeal, or fail to lift the heart in
sympathy, though no word be spoken?
These are the invisible chords that
bind souls to souls. The mother
parts from her boy, and sends 1 him
out into the world, her lips scaled,
perhaps, but lifting her heart with a
groat love and yearning <hat stedies
her own soul, whatever influence it
may have on his.
Words too mechanical, too formal,
may frighten away the spirit of pray
er; and yet we may most truly pray
in this lifting of the heart. Who has
not had the experience of beginning
a petition only to find the words
passing into sience because the
thoughts and aspirations could be
translated by no spoken tongue? A
dear girl lay very sick. A man wrio
was never known to ertei a church
door, and who would possibly have
been classed by chance acquaintances
as not a religious man, sent one little
line to the sick room: “We are all
preying for you.” It was a revela
tion of the man’s true character; and,
though no one supposed that in so
many words he had offered a prayer,
it was evident that he was concious
of the deep things of his owu life
calling to the great Deep that holds
all life, and that he had lifted his
heart lor the little girl he loved. So
one may find scores of instances of
genuine prayer where words form no
part. And yet, when the right
words express the thought, how grate
ful they are! Nowhere more than in
the best poems do we find this divine
uuion of thought aud expression;
and often through the longings of
others expressed in smooth-flowing
measures we can come into commun
ion with the Comforter when other
wise the heart must humbly reach up
ward if haply it may find him.—The
Christian Register.
The Beauty of The Heed.
The most beautiful thing in the
world is a good deed. How can this
be otherwise when every thing else
that is beautiful is only a symbol of a
deed? What are beautiful words
but more or less imperfect signs for
recording and perpetuating the ac
tions which inspired them? No poem,
no work of art, is beautiful unless it
expresses some phase of action. The
calmest landscape represents the
blending of light and shade, and per
petuates some instantaneous phase of
motion; the marble statute represents
the body in some form of action;
music is always the soul in motin.
The deed gets expressed by symbol;
but it is tne deed which possesses the
intrinsic value, and not the symbol.
Therefore, we should not think that
we are incapable of apprehending
and rendering the beautiful in life
because we cannot w.eite poems or
paint pictures or carve statues. So
as we are capable of doing good
and beautiful deeds are we capable of
rising to the intrinsic beauty of life
which the mere art form does noth
ing more than express. What if a
woman cannot paint a Kaphael’s Ma
donna, when she can be herself a Ma
donna, holy mother? What, though
a man cannot write a grand and
beautiful poem, so be it he lives a
grand and beautiful life? This was
the spirit that was in Christ. He
was the greatest of all artists, be
cause lie liveed the greatest and most
beautiful of lives. What ho did was
even more beautiful than what he
said. And in the essential beauty of
the deed we are all capable of .being
like him.—Zion’s Herald.
Ayersville Tragedy.
Another mountain tragedy occurred
at Ayersville, eight miles east of Cor
nelia, Ga., where the section hands
on theßichmond and Danville railroad
found Mr. Jas. Hamilton, an old and
maimed ex-confederate soldier, hal
looing for help. He had been knocked
in the head and then thrown in the
fire by a negro man.
Hamilton is about fifty-five years
old, and shows honored scars of the
soldier. Part of his nose is gone,
having been shot away during the
war, and he is otherwise disfigured.''
He is a tinker, and had a small leath
er satchel and box with him, when
he passed Ayersville. One and a
half miles from Ayersville, he built a
fire and camped for the night.
About nine o’clock a negro man,
who said his name was Johnson, came
to his camp, and after telling Hamil
ton he lived close by, Hamilton turned
over to go asleep When asleep, the
negro struck him beside the head,
cutting his cheek open, also striking
him on the back of the head with a
scantling, knocking him in the fire.
The negro took the satchel and went
away, leaving Hamilton in the fire.
He awoke to consciousness near
morning, almost entirely roasted. His
left hand aud arm were almost burn
ed off; his fingers on that hand crum
bled off like dirt. His other arm is
bare to the bone, the flesh having
dropped off, and his chest and side
were baked as hard as leather.
The man is still alive und mortifica
tion has set in. He bears up bravely,
but there is hardly any hopes of
recovery. The negro was caught
in South Carolina. There is talk of
lynching him.
LATER.
James Hamilton, tho old confed
erate veteran, who was murderously as
saulted and nearly cremated by the
negro Johnson, near Ayersville, is
still alive. Hamilton was on his way
to the Confederate Veteraans’ Home
in Atlauta, when the tragedy occured.
lie had all his papers burned when
he was roasted, aud from what can
be gathered, he was originally from
Columbus, Ga. He had laiu in a hut
for the past three days, without the
attention of a physician. Dr. Rogers,
of Mount Airy, dressed his wounds,
and says that it is impossible for him
to live many days a few at most.
The doctor found on examination
that he had been mashed on the face
with some instrument like a stone,
that he does not think he was struck
with a club, as only his cheek was
cut open in two places as though
done by being hit with a stone twice.
Gaugreen has set in. After the doe-
SINGLE COPY THREE CENTS.
tor had finished dressing his wounds,
he said he felt better, and ats a hearty
meal. Doctor Rogers took at least
500 from the wounds.
was not lynched. Bet
ter j> Moment prevailed, and tha
sheriff got his prisoner safely to
Cl* ’■ f ville jail. Trouble is brewing,
—Atlanta Constitution.
God’s holy word and God’s holy day
have suffered more from their profess
ed friends than from Jtheir enemies.
We could defy the world and main
tain intact the sanctity of God’s in.
stitutions if every church-member had
an unquestioned loyalty to God and
his institutions. Reverence for the
inspiration and authority of the Bible
have suffered more from Christian
critics than from infidels. Tho New
York Advocate gives an instance of
how the Sabbath suffers from its pro
fessed friends. It says: “The spec
tacle of a New York paper publish
ing in its Sunday edition from week
to week, and advertising beforehand
articles from more or less eminent
clergymen of different denominations,
each setting forth the reasons for his
praticular faith, is deplorable. Such
conduct on the part of ministers en
courages the buying of Sunday pa
pers, and is so designed by those
who procure and advertise them.
Most inroads upon the Sabbath are
promoted as much by professed Chris
tians as by antagonists of the gospel
and irreligious men.”—Nashville
Christian Advocate.
The Trade Probably Off.
Wo find the following special from
Athens to the Atlanta Constitution:
The proposed deal between the
Richmond and Danville and the Cov
ington and Macon hangs fire, and it is
more than like’y that no transfer of
the latter road to the former will be
made.
Talking with prominent railrotd
men in the city, it was learned that
there had been several attempts at
and that no agreement
could be reached. In fact it was al
most certain that Alexander Brown,
one of the commissioners of the Cov
ington and Macon, is not anxious to
sell at all. He is largely interested
in the Georgia, Carolina and North
ern, and also the Georgia Southern
and Florida, and it appears that be
does not wish to sell an intermediate
line between these two, and thus cut
off what would be a through connec
tion. The proposed deal has created
a great deal of talk here, as Athens is
a terminus of the Covington and Ma
con and is a central point among the
railroads in question.
From present appearances, and
what could be learned from the rail*
road men, no change has taken place,
and probably there will be none.
The Cronin case is revived at Chi
cago by one of the jurors in the case,
John Culver, bringing suit against
the Herald of that city for slander.
Culver is a juryman who, according
to report, held out against a convic
tion of the defendants, and finally
forced a compromise verdict. He
sues the Hersld for its criticisms of
his reported conduct, and claims
$50,000 damages.—Atlanta Journal.
Rev. W. .D Anderson has made a
good start at First Church in this
city. Ho preaches the gospel plain
and full. He strikes earnestly for
the mark, and seems to be little con
cerned as to which way the sparks
fly. From all indications his flock
will have some rich and healthy diet
to feed on during the year. The
Woman’s and Children’s Missionary
Societies of First Church, Atlanta,
have bought and paid for a Kimball
organ for chapel use, and shipped it,
freight prepaid, to our Brother Muth
vin in Indian Territory.—Wesleyan
Advocate,
Dr. Russell, senior pathologist at
the Edinburg Royal Infirmary, claims
that he has discovered the cancer par
aeite, which, he maintains, he has
traced to the fungus of the yeast
type, lie is still pursuing experp
m. nts in this department of research.