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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER VOL. XLV.] NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 14, 1910. NO. 16. GREETING We are very thankful to our good friends and customers for their patronage and favors during the past year. The year has in many ways been a satisfac tory one, if disappointing in others, the good prices, and exceptional weather for gathering crops helping to make up for the difficulty ex perienced in planting and cultivating. We hope everyone will take fresh courage, try to profit by past experiences, and begin the New Year with more energy, feeling sure of successful and better results. We are better prepared than ever to look after the interests of our customers. Buying in large quantities, as' we do, and knowing what to buy in order to give our trade the best in everything, we will offer every protection, both in quality and prices. It is a good idea, in selecting a store to trade with, to go to one where you know you will find what you want and at right prices. If you have not tried us, do so next year. AN AWAKENING. When Phyllis fair 1 first esplod, "She's Rood t noujrh to oatl” I cried, I thought of it the livelong night; And later, in the morning light. And at all hours I’d oft repont, *'By Jove, shu’a good enough to oat!” Last night—Iho merry pine was o’er— Wo stood at Mr. Sherry’s door. We hesitated and wo wore lost— Who at such times would count the coat? Wo entered, choso n table near The center, ’neuth tho chandelier. "Pray choose,” said I; and Phyllis choso— Clams llrst, with Bomo Chateau la Hose. A lobster next, nnd then, alas! Mushrooms on toast, and under glass, A ruddy duck next followed on, With hot-houBQ artichokes anon. A sulud, alligator pear, Camo next upon her hill of fare, And then some peaches burnt In wines Named for some one nt Hummerstein's, Melba, perhaps—at any rate, Those peaches coat four cighty-olght. An ico cnino next, with petit four, A deml-tnsto, and then tho scorel Well, what's tho use? On no pretext Will I rehearse what happened next, Except to say though good Bhc bo To oat, no moio she'll eat with mol — [Wilberforco Jenkins. LEE IN VALHALLA. Smm Co. 19 Court Square : : 6 and 3 W. Washington Telephone 1Q7 Ready for the New Year We have ju^t finished TAK ING STOCK, and find we have the 2 a rge^t amount of goods we have ever carried. We wish to express our appre ciation to our customers ior their liberal patronage in the pa^t, and to pledge ourselves to leave no effort untried to serve you even better this year than in the years that have passed. Hoping that 1910 will bring an abundance of prosperity and hap piness to you, we remain, Your friends , H. C. ARNALL MDSE. CO. ’Phones 58 and 342 "Savoynrd” in Macon Telegraph. Old Virginia, tho grandest of all the States, has contributed to the national Valhalla bronze Btatues of George Washington, a rebel and slaveholder of ’76, and of Robert E. Lee, a rebel and slaveholder of ’61. 1 They are elegant and superior works of art, and more visitors to the old hall stand in admira tion, or awe, before the heroic figure the artist has given us of the matchless Lee than any other—than all others in tho half-circle. Whereat and whereupon certain of the super-loyal are at unrest, discom fort and even wrath. These gentry have memorialized Congress to reject the contribution of Virginia, as though the grand old mother of States should first get the consent of Michigan—that she gave to the Union—before she shall tak,e action upon any matter that involves that element called patriotism. It is not a matter of patriotism—this protest. It is just old-fashioned, base, vulgar, vile, jgnoble, slavish envy. Had they put 10,000 trumpeters on 10,000 housetops to proclaim it, their memo rial would not be more vocal of what it really is, and it is this: “We could not match him!” It is not that Lee was a rebel or a traitor; but that he was the .greatest,-the-grandest the noblest, the stateliest, the loftiest figure of one of the most stupendous epochs of all his tory. Had Lee been an ordinary char acter, they might have sent his statue, not only clothed in a Confederate uni form, but draped in the Confederate flag, and there would have been no de mur. The protest is only another of the ten thousand tributes the character of Lee has extorted from mankind, ig noble as well as noble. Bye and bye Congress will appropri ate a vast sum to rear a heroic eques trian statue of Robert E. Lee to grace s me public park of the capital of the nation, and all the North will applaud. They say Lee was a traitor because he resigned his commission in the army of the Government that educated and honored him, and took up arms and waged war against that government. He did no such thing, except in the nar row, contemptible, jaundiced mind of the pharisee, as I shall show, as fol lows, viz: Robert E. Lee was educated in the military academy of a republic of free and equal States, of which the Southern States were a part, and it was a gov ernment of consent. In proportion the South had contributed as much to his education as had the North. He had fought in the war against Mexico, for Scott was really nothing but his lieu tenant, and it was one of the most bril liant campaigns in the annals of arms. He was the first soldier of the age, and what was more, and perhaps far tet ter, he was a Christian soldier, that might have commanded an army com posed of Sidneys and Bayards, rank and file. There is not the least doubt in the world that in 1861 Robert E. Lee would cheerfully have laid his head on the block and surrendered his great spirit to heaven, if, by that act, he could have restored the Union as it was and estab lished amity between the peoples of the two sections. But in Boston the favor ite poet was James Russell Lowell, who wrote the treasonable Biglow Papers. The most popular doggerel there was this treason that appeared first in the most influential abolition paper at the North: “Tear down the flaunting Ho, Half-mast the starry flag; In«ult no sunny sky With hato»polluted rag!” That was the sentiment of New Eng land that embraced the preachment that the Constitution was a league with hell and a covenant with death. And so the Union to which Lee owed allegiance was gone. The government by consent was extinct, and for it was substituted a government of force, pre cisely like that George Washington re belled against and took up arms to fight, eighty-five years earlier. I do not say the governments of Lincoln and George III. were exactly alike in form; but they were exactly alike in spirit. Each sought to impose its yoke on unwilling people. Each Bought to retain power by the bayonet. Let us tell the truth sometimes. Hell will not be abolished until truth is enthroned. Robert E. Lee owed the same allegi ance to the American republic of Lin coln of 1861 that George Washington owed to the monarchy of George III. in 1776. The question, the sole question, ws3 whether free men should bo ruled with their own consent, or by force, which they resented. And Robert E. Leo elected that he owed no allegiance to a government of force, just as George Washington did fourscore and five years earlier, and if one was a traitor, so was the other. As for traitor—tho word has no terrors for a genuine patriot, who hates cant and all kindred damned scoundrelism. Take down your list of traitors recorded ;in history, and you will find the grandest band of patriots of whom we have ac count. If there was such a man as Wil liam Tell, lie was a traitor, in the sense that Washington and Lee were. So was William tho Silent, and all that set- in the Netherlands who resented Spain for 80 years and finally gained their in dependence. William Wallace was a traitor, a su perb one of the Washington-Lee type. John Hampden was a notorious traitor, and fell at the head of his regiment in a gallant charge against authority, or, as it was then called, prerogative. Do you all up' North want a restored Union? Then rebuke the fanatics that would asperse tire character and chal lenge the patriotism of Robert E. Lee. The South stands pat on Lee, thank God. If his statue is to be carted out of the National Valhalla, then wo say there is no real Union, and the whole thing is a sham, held together by cant and interest. If the South is back in the Union, she is there ns a full partner, and it is infamous to have her at the table and assign her a seat below the salt. If the South may not choose her il lustrious dead whom she may honor, then appoint a committee to go down there and choose whom the North would honor. Let us have it out right here an;i tltov on this statue of Robert E. Lee. Connecticut may send Benedict Ar nold. The South will not say her nay. Kansas may send old John Brown, who was hanged in Virginia for the flagrant murder of her citizens, the contempla ted devastation of her homes, tho slaughter of her men and the outrage of her women. Virginia will not wince. She will accept and say, “Let God and history, impartial, judge.” But when it comes to a few fanatics who would have sounded the tocsin at Bartholomew, and whetted the daggers of the assassins of Glencoe, dictating to old Virginia that she shall not honor Robert E. Lee, the thing becomes in' tolerable. Neither Volumnia, nor Cor nelia, of ancient Rome, had such a son as Virginia has in Robert E. Lee. I uaq the present tense, for he is immortal and forever. Then what follows: Let Daniel and Martin in the Senate, and the Virginia delegation in the House, present the statue instanter, and everyone close his remarks with the question: “Is Virginia a full sister of the Amer ican sisterhood of sovereign States?” Washington, Dec. 22, 1909. My It Doesn’t Pay. young friend, there are many things in the world that it doesn’t pay to do. It doesn’t pay to try to pass yourself off for more than you are worth; it tends to depress your market quotation. It doesn’t pay to lie; for your lies must all be kept on file mentally, and in the course of time some of them are pretty certain to got on the wrong hook. A liar needs a better memory than anyone is apt to possess. It doesn’t pay to try to get a living without work. You will work harder and get a poorer living than if you did honest work. It doesn’t pay to be a practical joker, unless you can enjoy the joke when you happen to be the victim. It doesn’t pay to rest when you ought to be at work; if you do, you are apt to have to work when you ought to be resting. It doesn’t pay to cry over spilled milk. Neither does it pay to spill the milk. It is a dangerous thing to take a cough medicine containing opiateB that merely stifle your cough instead of cur ing it. Foley’s Honey and Tar loosens and cures the cough and expels the poisonous germs, thus preventing pneu monia and consumption. Refuse sub stitutes and take only the genuine Fo- ley’B Honey and Tar in the yellow pack age. Sold by all druggists. “Yes,” Said the returned hunter, “I had a narrow escape from a rhinoce ros.” “And what saved you?” “The fact that the rhinoceros could not climb a tree had something to do with it,” responded the hunter modestly. A War-time Sketch. Joseph Pennington Smith, son of Ste phen D. and Martha A. Smith, was born in Coweta county, Ga., June 21, 1847. In hitf 18th year he enlisted in the First Regiment of Georgia Re serves, under the command of Col. Jas. II. Fannin, of LaGrango. Thoy-were ordered at onco to Savan nah, where he wns wounded by a minis ball just below the heart, in a skirmish near that city. Joseph not being strong, his futher sent an old family servant to assist him in camp, and in whatever way it was possible. Let me illustrate the faithfulness of one of the old slaves which wo seldom seo in the race at this day. During the fight Uncle Dan kept a close watch on his young master, following him at a distance from point to point until he saw him fall, then reached him and wont with him to the hospital, where he remained for several weeks. As soon as the wound seemed beginning to heal, downhearted, homesick, with med icine and other necessities scant, he begged for a furlough to come home. The officials consented, notwithstand ing the railroads were torn up, cars burned, and every horse and mule that could be found carried off by the ene my. What could they do?—he weak and feeble from loss of blood, and with an unhealed wound? Nothing daunted, they started to walk from Savannah to Newnan, with the largo rivers, swamps and marshes to cross, uncertain weath er and supplies, seemed almost impos sible. Sometimes they found shelter in a house or stable loft; more often on a bed made of leaves and pine boughs that dear old Dan made for his “boy” —with a blanket for cover—the broad canopy of heaven, with its clouds myriads of stars looking down upon the poor homesick soldier, with his faithful slave and protector by his side. When they came to wet, rough places Uncle Dan carried him on his shoulders until firm, dry ground was reached. It would take a more gifted pen than mine to fully portray these sceneB as they were described to , mo. For food they ate what was given them by tho kind-hearted, loving women, who spared from their meager Btore a glass of milk, an egg—bestowed upon them so lov ingly, perhaps in rememberance of their own dear ones who were Bick and wounded far from the reach of a moth er’s hand. Sometimes they bought with their little store of money of those too poor to give, who might buy again with the bit of money in exchange. Only those who lived through them can realize fully the pathos of those sorow- ful days. At Macon they found an ox-eart which could be hired to bring them to Griffin, Uncle Dan patiently plodding by the side of his young master. They reached home about Christmas. Can you imagine how glad he was, or how grateful we were? It would be difficult to express how we all felt towards Uncle Dan. He never left our family; was respected and cared for as long as he lived. Joseph never returned to his regi ment. His wound would break out and bleed, and by the time it had real ly healed the surrender came. He died Sept. 7, 1870, in his 23d year. H. S. S. Newnan, Ga., Jan. 3, 1910. A Plea for Acknowledgment of Invita tions. Just at this season when, nearly every mail brings an invitation to Borne social function, it might be well to voice through these columns the complaint of all hostesses—that enough attention is not given to the answers which invi tations demand. No need for a treatise on how all in vitations should be answered—for tho ignorant there are many pages devoted to this subject in numerous magazines —but that an answer bo sent at once, when an answer is required, is the bur den of the cry made by all who enter tain. An invitation allowed to lay on one's desk unanswered soon gets buried among other papers and before one realizes it is forgotten entirely. To the hostess who is waiting to know for how many guests she must make pro vision, such an oversight meanB no end of worry and annoyance, and in many instances a belated acceptance or re fusal meuns an extra table made up for a card party and a complete change in all the arrangements. So, at the beginning of the season, if an individual attempt is made to lessen the worry for one’s hostess by replying at once to every formal invitation ex tended, the result will be the means of simplifying to a wonderful extent the preparations for all entertainments and giving to the hostess some of the true pleasure that Bhould characterize the preparatory arrangements for the pleasure of her guests. Tho reason men like to go to horse races is so they can lie about how they don't care for them merely on account of the betting. The Old, Familiar Hymns. Snvnnrmh Nows. Two or three years ago, when the hymnals of some of tho churches were under revision, there were efforts in cer tain quarters to show that some of the old hymns had been outgrown and that progressive congregations demanded something better. Indeed, at loast one critic, a clergyman of high standing, wrote a long nnd learned article for a magazine, pointing out that some of the old hymns lacked both rhyme and reason, while others were either stupid or foolish in their wording. Whether this criticism had anything to do with it we are not prepared to say, but the fact remains that when tho new hymn als were published some of the old hymns were conspicuous by their ab sence. Now there is a movement on the part of some of the ministers of tho Meth odist church to have a revival of the old favorite hymns, with congregation al ringing. The paid choir has not en tirely displaced the congregation in the singing of hymns in church, at least here in the South, but the choir with its salaried singers and trained voices has done much towards changing the character of church music and discour aging members of the congregation from’ffifting up their voices in praise” during the services. The promoters of this suggested revival believe that the familiar old songs, joined in.by every body in the audienco who can sing, (and many who cannot) present a moro di rect appeal to religious sontiment than a great many of tho newer and moro artistic songs. Are they not right? What tender memories of bygone days, of faces that have vanished and voices that are hushed, of the holy and’peaceful atmos phere of tho Banctuary of tho Lord and of the fireside altar, are conjured up when wo hear such songs as “Jesus, Lover of My Soul, ” or ‘ ‘Rock of Ages, ’ ’ or “Almost Persuaded!” IIow many suffering souls have been solaced by “One Sweetly Solemn Thought,” "Lead, Kindly Light," and “Nearer, My God, to Thee!” How innumerable the dollars that have flowed into the fundB for missionary work with the singing of “From Greenland’s Icy Mountains!” What enthusiasm and fer vor have been induced by “All Hail the Power of JesuB’ Name,” and “Stand Up, Stand Up, for Jesus!” The list of old favorites might be considerably lengthened. Additions to the forego ing will suggest themselves to every reader of this article who has reached the age of maturity, and especially to those who have reached middle life or beyond. 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