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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.