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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.