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Banks County Gazette.
YOL. II.—NO. 49.
The Happy Farmer.
BY MORTIMER C. BROWN.
The farmer is a happy man,
His life is free from care,
With naught to make his spirit sad
Or make him want to swear;
All day among the cockle burrs
He gayly grubs and hoes.
And money never troubles him,
Unless ’tis w hat he owes.
How sweet at early dawn of day
To rise before the sun 4
And hustle briskly round the barn
Till all the chores are done;
To feed the cows, and milk them, too,
In brightly shining pails,
The while they tread upon your corns
And thump you with their tails.
How sweet to hie into the field,
From breakfast smoking hat.
And chase a plow all day around
A forty acre lot,
And when it strikes against a stone,
Drawn by horses stout,
To have the handles prance around
And punch your daylights out.
How sweet at noon to lie at ease
Beneath some spreading tree.
And hold a secret session
With an ardent bumble bee;
And when your rheumatism makes
Your legs refuse to go,
How sweet to lie upon your back
And watch your mortgage grow.
And when the busy cares of day
Have faded with the light,
How sweet to lie in peaceful sleep
Throught the elewey night,
And to hear the partner of your joys,
At the first faint tinge of dawn,
Shout “Come, obi granger, hump yourself,
Tbe cows are in the corn.”
How Columbus Found America.
Columbus stood upon the deck;
“Go home!” the sailor cried :
“Not if 1 perish on the wreck,”
Great Christopher replied.
Next day the crew got out their knives
And went for ('apt. C.
“Go home!” they yelled “and save our lives.
44 Wait one more day,” said he.
“Then if I cannot tell how far.
We’re from the nearest land,
I’ll take you home.” “Agreed we are!”
Answered the sea-sick band.
That night when all were fast asleep,
C'oliiinbuM heaved the lead,
And measuring the water deep,
Took notes and went to bed.
To-morrow dawned. Naught could lie seen.
Hut water wet and cold;
Columbes, smiling and serene,
Looked confident and bold.
“Now, Cap! How far from land are we?”
The mutineers outcried.
•Must ninety fathoms,” Capt. C.
Most truthfully replied.
“And if you doubt it, heave the lead
And measure, same as I.”
“You’re right” the sailors laughed,“Great bead
We’ll stick to you are die.”
And thus in fourteen ninety-two
America was fouud,
Because the great Columbus know
How far off was the ground.
The Origin of the Diamond.
The diamond is still one of the
mysteries of geology. When the
South African fields were discovered
there was much astonishment to find
the gem in a series of minerals quite
different from those in which it had
been hitherto found in India and
Brazil. Instead of lying beside tour
maline, anatase and brookite, it was
mingled with a breccia of magnesian
rocks which had evidently been
pushed up from below, and a great
variety' of minerals, such as diopside,
mica, zircon and corundum, were im
bedded along with it.
Some have supposed that the dia
mond was originally formed where
it is now picked up, and the presence
of carbureted gas and carboniferous
rocks is in favor of the idea; but, on
the other hand, the broken condition
of some of the stones, and other facts,
make it far more probable that the
diamond has been ejected from a
deeper source.—Good News.
The Price of Postage Stamp*.
A man went into the postoffice of a
neighboring town recently and told
the ixwtmaster that he desired thir
teen two cent stamps for a cent and a
quarter. The postmaster refused to
give them to him, stating that the
cost would be twenty-six cents. The
man persisted in getting his order,
claiming that he could get them at
any office for that amount, and even
threatened the government official if
he continued to refuse him. Finally
the postmaster ordered him out, but
the man, nothing daunted, took a
cent and a twenty-five cent piece
from his pocket, and laying them
down on the corner he received his
stamps for a cent and a quarter. The
postmaster was a little discomfited
for awhile, but now enjoys the joke
as well as any one.—Cause.
Not Antagonistic.
The impression that the National
Fanners’ Alliance attempts to oppose
the farmers against other interests is
wrong. No intelligent member of
the Farmers’ Alliance wishes to do
any such thing. We are not antago
nistic to the great mass of laborers of
the country. We are in ' sympathy
with labor. Everything that will
elevate the workingman, give him
better conditions of life, better wages
and a happier home, has our support.
We are not antagonistic to the mer
chants and business men of the land.
We do not attempt to become mer
chants; that influential class whose
business is to attend to the trade of
this country is necessary to our com
mon well-being. We do not wish to
pull down an institution ivhen we
cannot substitute something better.
We feel that the interests of the mer
chants and of the farmers are identi
cal, and the merchants have our
hearty co-operation. We appreciate
the services of the mercantile men.
Strange as it may seem we are also
in hearty sympathy with the capital
ists. We recognize the services of
these men to the country and know
that without them we could not do
business. So we would not injure
them. We sympathize with them
and we know the value of capital—
many times by its absence—and
would not interfere with its distribu
tion. For capitalists are not necessa
rily bad men, and one whose princi
ples prevents his falling into injustice
is admirable.
We extend our sympathies also to
the ministers and lawyers and doctors
and professional men of the city of
Chicago nay, even to the politicians
of Chicago—and w T e say, “God speed
every good work.” Every movement
for the suppression of vice, crime and
degradation has the hearty co-opera
tion of the National Farmers’ Alli
ance.—President Powers' Annual Ad
dress.
OBITUARY.
Mrs. Martha Jane Coker departed
this life March the 17th, 1892 aged
22 years, 10 months and 14 days.
She united with the Missionary
Biptist church at Leatherwood dur
ing the summer of 188f>, and at the
time of her death she was a member
of Line church.
The terrible affliction which result
ed iu her death was protracted and
painful. But through it all she mani
fested much patience and Christian
fortitude, and died full of faith in the
saving power of Christ the Lord and
Savior.
A husband and two children mourn
her loss, the logs of the dearest and
truest of all earthly friends.
During her last days on earth she
expressed perfect resignation to the
will of the master. She talked to the
very last about the bright and beauti
ful home that awaited her.
0, how painful to give up a good
wife. But it is comforting when we
feel assured, as in this case, that
earth’s loss is heaven’s gain. She
said that the only tie that could bind
her to earth was her soven months
old babe.
Beautiful country, land so bright,
Beautiful home almost in sight;
Beautilul loved ones gone before.
Beautiful angels opeu the door.
A Friexd.
How will the following pass f r
democratic doctrine to-day? “Con-,
gress has no power to charter national
banks. We believe that such in
stitutions are deadly hostile to the
best interests of the country, danger
ous to our republican institutions, and
the liberties of the people and calcu
lated to place the business of the
country within the control of a con
centrated money power, and above
the laws and will of the people; that
the separation of the money of the
government from banking institutions
is indispensible for the safety of the
funds, and the rights of the people.”
Reader, the above is a part of the
national democratic platform of 1856,
and in essence a part of the St. Louis
demands of 1892, formulated by the
Industrial conference that convened
in that city on February 22nd. Now
tell us who are democrats and who
are not ?—Southern Mercury.
“If it wasn’t for that beastly demo
cratic majority in the lower house,
we would give the laboring classes
the lelief needed,” exclaims our good
republican friends in congress. “And
if it wusu’t for that republican senate
HOMER, BANKS COUNTY, GEORGIA: ABRIL 12, 1892.
and president we would give them
relief,” echo our democratic brethren.
Dear, Sympathetic, promisihg souls,
how much we do love you! Of course
we know that you would help us if
the other fellows would only allow it,
but they are had, had men. Both of
you being so anxious (?) to give relief,
it strikes us as a little strange that
you can’t get together, there being
such an unanimity of sentiment, hut of
course the other fellow won’t “get.”
That explains it all. Sad, isn’t it ?
Never mind, we’ll help you both out
of the dilemma, clear out, if the bal
lots only last. - Arkansas Economist.
Chuiut lur in tliu Nose.
Bonaparte, who was a man of
keen and quick perception, never
chose, if he could help it, a man with
a poor nose for a place of great re
sponsibility. Ho had remarked that
when the nose was large enough to
be a good ventilator to the lungs,
elasticity in troublous circumstances,
resource and general efficiency might
be looked for. The man with in
svvfficieut nose ventilations was liable
to get into the blues, to lose presence
of mind and to have a heavy head.
Marshal Ney had a poor nose and
a weak character. He was incapable
of conceiving a plan, and needed the
stimulus of battle to clear the cob
webs from his brain. Massena, tho
most resourceful of all Bonaparte’s
marshals, was largo nosed. So was
Bernadette, tho most clever in in
trigue and tho least given to hero
worship. Gambotta had a large
nose and a small amount of brain.
Tlie same thing may bo said of the
greatest literary artist that France
ever produced—Renan. Jules Ferry
is small brained and big nosed. Jules
Simon has a big brain and a big
nose, and is, taking all in all, one of
tho ablest of living Frenchmen. The
Princess Clementine, whom I look
upon as a woman of great capacity,
has the large, hooked nose of the Sev
enteenth century Bourbons and Con
des.—London Truth.
Not tho Old Style Cat and Dog Story.
Here is a oat and dog story, for the
truth and accuracy of which the
proud inhabitants of the Swiss vil
lage where it occurred are one and
all read}’ to vouch. A troublesome
cat in the village had been doomed
to a watery death, and the children
of the owner had been told off to
take it in a sack to tho River Aar
and there to drown it. Tho house
dog accompanied tho party to tho
execution, which w:is earned out ac
cording to parental instructions.
But much to the surprise of the in
mates, a short time after the cat and
dog, both soaking wet, reappeared
together at their owner’s door. This
is what had happened: Tho dog, on
seeing that the sack containing the
cat was thrown into the river,
jumped after it, seized it with his
teeth, dragged it to the bank, tore it
with his teoth and restored his
friend, the cat, to life and liberty. It
goes without saying that the death
warrant of the eat was destroyed af
ter this marvelous escapade.—Pall
Mall Gazette.
Hurled Coin.
Some workmen digging up the
roots of an old tree in a forest had
their labors rewarded by a find of
150 gold and silver coins. This dis
covery was made in 1773, and the
coins, although of the reign of Henry
I, were in a good state of preserva
tion. Sometimes the pulling down
of a house will bring a treasure to
light. On one such occasion a mason
and his laborer found a considerable
sum under a floor, but as they quar
reled about dividing tho spoil, the
owner of the house heard of the find
and demanded the booty. Tho coins,
which were of gold and silver, were
of the reigns of Edwards II and in,
and looked as fresh as if just issued
out of the mint.—Loudon Tit-Bits.
Judicial Humor.
A woman who had disobeyed a
summons was arraigned before Judge
Robert Boyd to show cause for such
disobedience, and she shook the
court house with her boisterous
eloquence. In the midst of it Colonel
Bradley walked in and asked Judge
Boyd what the woman was charged
with. “Well, I don’t know, but I
think she’s charged with dynamite.”
—Mount Vernon (Ky.) Signal.
The Farmer’s Alliance of West
Virginia and the trades unions have
through their coa.mittee, started a
movement which promises to cause a
revolution in state politics. The
farmers and trades unions are awak
ening to the fact that their interest
are alike and they propose to act to
gether politically to get such legisla
tion as they need. The politicians
are somewhat frightened.—Ex,
THE RUBBER THAT NEVER CAME.
An lute renting Incident of City Life with
Two Surprising Endings.
“Hi!” shouted the bridge man who
stood at the top of the stairs.
“Well, what is it?” asked the young
man whom the bridge man had
shouted at.
“Is that your rubber?" demanded
the bridge man, pointing with his toe
at a tiny overshoe which was lying
on the platform.
Tho young man walked back to
where the rubber was, and placed
his foot alongside of it—a big foot it
was too.
“What do you think now?” he
asked in an aggravating way.
The bridge man did not answer this
question. Instead he kicked the rub
ber viciously and sent it flying into a
retired corner, and then he went
about his business.
Presently the train moved off with
the young man with the big foot in
the front car. Opposite him was a
pretty girl. Tho young man thought
she was the prettiest gild he had ever
seen.
Suddenly a look of surprise came
over tho gill’s face, mid she leaned
forward and took a survey of her
feet, which one after the other she
pushed out from under her slightly
uplifted skirt. They did not look at
all like mates. One of them was clad
in a beautiful French kid shoo, which,
except for ono or two spatters at the
anklo, was sis bright as if it had just
come out of the shoo store; there was
a nasty mud covered rubber on the
other foot.
Tho girl seemed to wonder what
had become of her other rubber. She
was just in the act of peering under
the seat for it wlion tho young man
accosted her and told her of his inter
view with the bridge man.
“If you will wait for me at the
New York end I’ll go back to Brook
lyn and get your rubber and bring it
to you,” he said.
Tho young woman protested. “I
couldn’t allow you to do that," she
said. But tho young man said that
sho must allow him to do it, and
when the train reached tho terminus
he hastened away to recross the
river, leaving tho woman at the foot
of tho stairs.
Arriving at Brooklyn, ho rushed
down ono flight of stairs and up the
other to got from the stopping place
to tho starting place, and at once
dived into the corner where he had
seen the rubber thrown by the bridge
man. Ho found the dainty little
thing, picked it up, hopped on a train
with it and was once more en route
to tho metropolis. At tho New York
end ho leaped from the train before
it had stopped and almost tumbled
down tho stops, so great was his
haste.
But where was tho young woman?
She wasn’t where he had left her,
that was certain. Suddenly ho saw
her standing by the side of a young
gentleman, and actually loaning on
his arm.
“Her husband, I suppose,” mut
tered tho man with the rubber.
“I wish he’d come,” he heard the
young woman say rather impatient
ly as ho approached her. Evidently
she had not observed him as he had
descended the stairs. Then a thought
born of anger camo into his head.
Actuated by it ho turned on his heel
and made a ran fora Madison avenue
car. Just as the car passed the Tombs
he tossed the rubber out of tho back
door into the street.
“What’s that?” asked the con
ductor.
“Oh, nothing,” answered the young
man; “at least, nothing but an old
overshoe.” —New York Times.
Support of the Gospel.
According to the doctrine set forth
by our leading Baptist for the support
of the gospel I do not understand.
Yet, while I have been giving the
subject considerable thought for three
years past I am unable to find lan
guage to express my views.
However, I have never been able to
find in the Book of God where He
ever forced men to do anything. But
men have made a law in the church
that if a member does not settle his
bill with the minister he is excluded,
and it seems that money is the great
driving wheel on which the salvation
of men depends.
The support of the gospel must be
voluntary, or else fails. Force people
to contribute to the support of the
gospel and it becomes a tax and not
a gift. God loves a cheerful giver.
When men are forced to give to the
cause of the church feelings are hurt-
Some have made themselves judges
of this matter. God has chosen the
poor of this world, though rich in
faith, to be heirs of the kingdom, and
those in better circumstances, if they
do not do their duty it should be left
with God to settle. It is much better
to lead than to drive.
I am aware of the fact that some of
our ministers are not cared for as
they should he.
Agriculture is the driving wheel of
the nation, and when coercion is ex
ercise and the masses of the agricul
tural sections are forced, as is known
to be the case in some instances, re
ligiously and financially the prospects
for the future looks gloomy. It is a
very hard matter to tell what my duty
is if I compare the argument of men
with the word of God, hut taking the
word of God to be the standard of my
faith I see tho lord of tbe anscient
people saith: “My brethren, this
money question is where the devil
has his strong hold.”
I refer you to the 11th chapter )
33, 34 and 35 verses of the Acts of
the Apostles, and you will see what
Paul says. I consider him a wis
leader of his people.
We are drifting into Romanism as
List as the wheel* of time roll. I
think it would he a good idea for tho
people to stop and see where they are
drifting. The money power has been
ruling in our churches as well as in
our political government. The minori
ty ruling the majority.
I refer you again to the 9th chapter
of Ist Corrinthians. I cant see why
such rules are adopted in the church
when the Scriptures are so plain and
distinct. I would like to see the
scripture for the assessment plan.
Frank Haulurook.
Don’t be afraid to desert your dad’s
politics and havo an idea or two of
your own. Your paternal was proba
bly sincere in forming his opinion
but his party has been led by unscru
pulous men from its original purity
to such a state that your elder would
be horror stricken were it not that
age had dimmed his eye and the
smooth talk of the politician had lull
ed him to sleep with the assurance
that the country and its prosperity
are safe. Now is surely the time for
men to study political economy and
act in accordance with its teachings.
—Atwood (Kan.) Times.
Urena.
The farmers aro getting along fine
considering the bad rainy weather.
Mr. J. J. Ragsdale carried his best
girl to the Currehec mountain some
time since. There was quite a crowd
visiting the mountain at the time.
Mr. James Smith's mule ran away
with him and turned over his buggy
spilling him and his girl in the mud.
Mr. Smith says that that is his last
trip.
Some of the girls treed Mr.
F. L. Martin, don’t know which one.
But the old bachelor wears a smile a
yard and a half long. He wishes he
was only sixteen so that he might go
to see the girls.
We are told that Mr. H. J. Caudell
will marry if the line bridge don’t
wash away.
Some of the Hollingsworth sparks
don’t like to climb mountains without
a Brace.
When you want your hair cut call
on J. A. Martin. He says he is built
for that purpose.
Poni'o.
Split Again.
The startling intelligence comes to
us through the Capital of the 15th
insfc, that the Alliance is split again.
This time it is in Minnesoia. Alli
ance men should keep a record ot it-
Don’t let a split get away.—Topeka
Advocate.
There are two ways to get money
into circulation; pay it out, or lend it
out. Uncle Sam ought to pay it out
but iustead of that Shy lock lends it
out.—New Crusader.
As long as women are denied po
litical liberty, cnmpelled to work for
two cents an hour, make overalls for
forty cents a dozen pairs and board
and clothe themselves on $2.50 per
week there will be armies of prosti
tudes in spite of well meaning divines
who preach against the social evil.
SINGLE COPY THREE CENTS.
Also the frequency with which they
see male libertines hoisted into office
and lauded by the populace, perhaps
has no tendency to strengthen the
young woman’s appetite for personal
virtue.—Canon City (Col.) Royal
Gorge.
Going to California in 18ID.
The ship Oxford arrived in San
Francisco from Boston with sixty
four skilled mechanics, who during
the voyage of 100 days had manufac
tured all their tents, cote and ham
mocks, had built a boat, had made
daggers of old files and inlaid tho
handles with gold, and having landed
on some islands and found some pearl
oyster shells had covered tho han
dles of their knives with pearl in
place of buckhorn. They had con
structed a blacksmith’s shop on
board, and if a man broke liis pen
knife there was another man who
could mend it. Tho captain com
plained that they used up every kind
of material they could lay hands on,
and that it was with difficulty ho
kept them from cutting up his ship.
Even the boys were noted for their
wits. A Salem lad eighteen years of
age printed on canvas in San Fran
cisco the words “American House”
and “Broadway House,” and sold
them as signs for twenty-two dollars.
Another day ho earned seventeen
dollars and another fifteen for doing
similar trifles. He and a companion
picked up tho boxes that had been
cast aside as useless in the city after
the goods had been sold from them
and got four or five dollars apiece.—
George VV. Sheldon in Harper’s.
Tho Dog Went Wrong.
M. F. Mimnaugh, tho popular Pat
ton avenue merchant, owns a very
smart dog.
When Mr. Mimnaugh is short of
apples or other fruits he orders tho
dog, Frank, a fine setter, to go to a
neighbor’s store and bring him what
he wants, and ho does.
He was bragging upon tho intelli
gence of Frank a few days ago to a
lady friend who is a very strong Pro
hiliitWmist, and said he could give
Frank a note to Hill & Shank’s meat
market and the dog would go and
get his dinner.
The good lady doubted this, and
Mr. Mimnaugh wrote the note and
told him where to go and for what.
The dog took the note, listening
attentively to instructions, and to tho
disgust of Mr. Mimnaugh trotted di
rectly to Frank O'Donnell’s barroom.
The good lady thinks even tho
dogs are being corrupted.—Asheville
Democrat.
Quoer Tricks of Defective Sight.
Almost any nearsighted man could
write an interesting chapter on tho
queer tricks which his eyes liavo
played upon him. Such a chapter
would include experiences like this:
Tho other day a gentleman who is
not so very shortsighted was aston
ished to see a man going along Wash
ington street accompanied by a red
calf, which was gamboling by his
side. It would be impossible to de
scribe tho comical appearance to tho
beholder of this prancing calf on the
sidewalk of Washington street. The
gentleman looked on in wonder as
the man and the calf drew nearer,
and then he saw that tho animal wa3
merely a setter dog. Only an in-
stant before he would have sworn
that he saw the beast as plainly as
he did now; but then it was a calf,
and now it bad undergone a sudden
transformation into an Irish setter.
—Boston Transcript.
A Favorite Seat.
Friend —Why do you do your sew
ing at this window in the air shaft?
You can’t half see.
Mrs. Do Platt—No, but I can hear
bea iMy.—New York Weekly.
Addressing an appeal for justice to
a man who is the direct beneficiary
of the oppression that is destroying
you, i3 nonsense and folly. Work
with those who are similar situated
and whoso interests ara identical
with yours. livery producer and la
borer in this country has the same
interest and the same hope for relief
and they must pull together if they
would succeed.—Alliance Herald.
Don’t you dare say the organized
farmers and laborers of the country
are revolutionary and anarchistic.
Organized industry is trying to right
great wrongs rationally and constitu
tionally. Organized capital with the
help of unorganized labor is trying to
perpetrate the wrongs. If the rich
had to bear for three months what
mutitudes of poor people are bearing
they would precipitate a bloody rev
olution.—Cincinnati Herald.