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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIX.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 20,
Farmers’
Supply Store
We have now entered fully into the new
year, and, as usual, are well prepared to take
care of the trade of the friends and customers
who have taken care of us.
Those who did not sow oats in the fall
should do so now, using an early variety of
seed, because all feedstuffs will be high. We
have for sale the famous 90-DAY BURT OATS
—a variety that we can recommend highly.
GEORGIA CANE SYRUP in 5-gallon and
10-gallon kegs, half-barrels and barrels. The
PEACOCK BRAND is the best syrup made,
and we can sell it at jobbers’ prices.
A full line of PLOW TOOLS, STOCKS,
TRACES, HAMES, BACKBANDS and BRI
DLES. Can dress up your mule with a com
plete outfit for the plow. HUTCHESON ROPE
for plow-lines.
Will say, in a general way, that we carry
in our store everything needed on a well-regu
lated farm. We buy for cash, in car-load
lots, and you will find our prices as low pro
portionately as cash discounts in buying can
make them.
Come to see us. You are always welcome.
1G. FARMER & SONS COMPANY
Fresh ILvery Day
In The Year
I desire to call your attention to the fact that there is scarce
ly an article sold in a grocery store that I don't keep. There
is scarcely a day in the year that I don’t get new, fresh goods
of some description. I carry all the leading brands of canned
goods—
Heinz’s, Van Camp’s, Walter Baker's, Lowney’s
and many others, all these goods are strictly first class, guaran
teed to be fresh and pure, and 1 believe the people appreciate
the best.
A full line of smoking and chewing tobaccoes.
All goods guaranteed as represented or money refunded.
Monthly accounts of prompt-paying customers solicited
J. T. SWINT
The Grocer - - Telephone 54
or Prompt Delivery
of small parcels there is noth
ing better than a motorcycle.
That is, if it is a good one. Our
motorcyclcsare thebest made,
although they don’t cost the
most money. Look into the
matter by letting us show you
how the cost per average for
delivery can be reduced.
Askew
Newnan, Ga.
R. L.
Jackson St.
SOME TIME.
Last night, my darling, as you-slept,
1 thought 1 hoard you sigh.
And to your crib I crept.
And watched a space thereby;
Then bending down, I kissed your brow—
For, oh, 1 love you sol —
You may not know it now.
But nomo time you shall know.
Some timo, perhaps, in n darkened place.
Where others come to weep.
Your eyes shall see a weary face,
Calm in eternal sleep—
The speechless lips, the wrinkled brow.
The patient smile may show —
You may not know it now,
But some timo you shall know.
Look backward, then, into the years,
And see me here to-night—
See, O my darling, how my tears
Are fulling as 1 write;
A mi feel once more upon your brow
The kiss of long ago—
You may not know it now.
But some dAy you shall know'.
—IEugene Field.
Washington, Our First President.
"But why for him vain marble raise?
Can the cold sculpture speak h»s praise?
Illustrious shade! we dan proclaim
Our gratitude, but not thy fume.
Long as Columbia shall be froy.
She lives a monument of thee;
And may she ever rise in fame.
To honor thy immortal name!"
“Washington is dead!” were the ap
palling words which, with the fading
out of the eighteenth century, brought
home to every American heart the sol
emn lesson of the flight of time, and
that “all men are mortal.” The coun
try was totally unprepared for such an
event, as no intelligence of the slight
est illness had preceded the bald an
nouncement of his death.
This moved the nation’s heart to pro
found amazement and sorrow. If a na
tion’s prayer could have prevailed,
Washington—Columbia’s most honored,
venerated and renowned son — would
have been immortal on earth.
He was fatally stricken on Saturday
morning, December 14, 1790, and he
died between 10 and 11 o’clock on the
evening of the same day. He had con
tracted a heavy cold two days previous
ly, but no' alarm was felt until he
awoke early on the morning of his last
day and complained of a chill. His
wife, the doctors and his family ser
vants were by his bedside all day.
His three physicians remained closely
in attendance until 6 o’clock in the af
ternoon, when he seemed to be lying
comfortably, and they raised him slight
ly. He then said to the physicians: “I
feel myself going; I thank you for your
attentions, but I pray you to take no
more trouble with me. Let me go off
quietly. I cannot last long. ”•
About 10 o’clock he made several at
tempts to speak before he could effect
it, but at length he was able to say: “1
am just going. Have me decently
buried, and do not let my body be put
in the vault in less than three days af
ter I am dead. ”
It was signified that his wishes would
be gratified. But he looked up again
and said: “Du you understand me?”
“Yes,” was the reply, and he folded
his hands across his breast and said:
“’Tis well,” which were the last words
he uttered.
About 12 o’clock of the same evening
his body was carried downstairs, and
laid out in the large drawing-room of
the mansion, and the burial took place
the following Wednesday, December 18,
his remains being deposited in the fam
ily vault at Mount Vernon.
The sudden tidings of the death of
Washington fell like a domestic sorrow
upon the hearts of the people; lamen-
t itions and solemn obsequies filled the
land—and throughout the whole world
the event was heard with the deepest
emotion.
Nearly forty years after Washing
ton’s death and burial, his remains, to
gether with those of hia wife, were re
entombed, in order that they could be
placed in the marble coffins which had
been generously offered for that pur
pose by a patriotic citizen of Philadel
phia to the legal representatives of the
departed chieftain. This was in 1837.
At the time of Washington’s inter
ment his body was placed in a mahogany
coffin lined with lead, soldered at the
joints, with a cover of lead to be soldered
on after the body should be in the vault.
The coffin was put into a case, lined
and covered with black cloth.
The ancient family vault in which
Washington’s remains first reposed was
situated under the shade of a small
grove of forest trees, a short distance
from the family mansion of Mount
Vernon, and near the brow of the pre
cipitous bank of the Potomac. Diminu
tive and unadorned, this humble sepul
chre stood in a most romantic and
picturesque spot, and, on account of its
prominent locality, could be distinctly
seen by travelers as they passed in
steamers up and down the river.
But the ashes of the Father of his
Country were in course of time re
moved from that place to a lot near
the corner of a beautiful inciosure,
where the river is concealed from view.
The site was selected by Washington
himself in the later years of his life for
a tomb.
He made provision to this effect in
his will: “The family vault at Mount
Vernon requiring repairs, and being im
properly Bituated besides, I desire that
a new one of brick and upon a larger
scale may be built at the foot of whnt
is called the Vineyard Inclosure, on the
ground which is marked out, in which
my remains and those of my deceased
relatives, now in the vault, and such
others of my family as may choose to be
entombed there, may be deposited.”
The tomb that Washington desired to
be built was completed in 1837. The
transferring of the bodies was to be
made by John Struthers and William
Strickland, of Philadelphia, under the
guidance of Major Lewis, the sole re
maining executor of Washington.
When the removal was undertaken it
was found that the outer casket was
entirely decayed, but the leaden casket
was imperishable and had remained sa
cred to its charge. It was bofne sol
emnly out of the old tomb and placed in
the new sarcophagus made ready for its
new resting-place.
In the top of the leaden casket, di
rectly over the face of the body that it
enclosed, a piece of gloss had been fitted
into the lead. This glass was cleaned
of the accumulations of years and bur
nished bright, and the Congressmen and
others present had a chance of again
seeing what remained of that greatest
of soldiers, patriots and statesmen.
The embalming had been so perfect
that the features were remarkably well
preserved. After the party had nil
viewed the remains the lid of the mar
ble sarcophagus was placed over the
casket. The whole was sealed in such
a way as to make it air-tight. It was
placed in the new tomb, and there has
remained ever since.
Beside the marble sarcophagus of
Washington rests that of Martha, his
wife. This is made of the same Penn
sylvania marble as that of the Father
of His Country. Both were chiseled
out of solid marble. There is no seam
to either except where the lids are
attached. These lids are of fine Italian
marb|^, elaborately ornamented with
the coat-of-arms of the United States.
They were cemented on, thus convert
ing the caskets into one unbroken
whole—a block of marble with a hollow
inside.
The vault is about 200 yards from the
old Mount Vernon mansion.
The funeral of Washington took
place at 3 o’clock on the afternoon of
December 18. It was to ha\«e taken
place at 12 o’clock, but the greater
part of the troops did not get there in
time. Eleven pieces of artillery were
brought from Alexandria, and a
schooner belonging to R. Hamilton
came down the river and lay off Mount
Vernon to fire minute guns. About 3
o’clock the procession began to move.
When the body arrived at the vault the
Rev. Thomas Davis read the service and
pronounced a short extempore speech.
As the procession moved to the tomb
the General’s favorite horse was led be
hind the casket. It was the desire of
many at different times to have the
body deposited in a stately vault that
would be prepared for it beneath the
capitol at Washington, but Virginia
would never consent to this.
Congress was in session in Philadel
phia when the newB of Washington’s
death reached there on the day of the
funeral. The next morning John Mar
shall, then a Representative from Vir
ginia, announced the death in the House
of Representatives, concluding with a
short but admirable tribute to his il
lustrious friend, with resolutions pre
pared by Richard Henry Lee, which
contained the grand words that have
ever since been associated with Wash
ington: “First in war, first in peace,
and first in the hearts of his country
men.”
Martha Washington survived her hus
band two and a half years and continued
to live at Mount Vernon. At the death
of Mrs. Washington, the General’s
nephew, Bushrod Washington, inherited
the estate, consisting of the mansion
and 400 acres. At his death it came
into the hands of John A. Washington,
his nephew, who sold it in 1858 to the
Ladies’ Mount Vernon Association,
which has ever since held it in trust as
a place of national interest—the great
est of all American shrines.
This is the most sacred shrine in all
America to day. Here come thousands
from all parts of America, and even
from abroad. There was never any
thing in America that surpassed Mount
Vernon as an example of the old colo
nial architecture. There was never a
handsomer site for a country home
than that selected by Washington. A
little down stream from the pith lead
ing to the house is to be found the
mausoleum. It is no imposing struc
ture. Artists may say harah things
about it, but to the American visitor it
is a thing to be reverenced. The back
end of the vault burrows into the hill
side, while the front of it comes to the
level of the path. Its portal is guarded
tjy a high iron gate. The pilgrim ap
proaches this gate, treading softly.
He looks through its bars and into the
sepulcher. He is surprised to know
that the very caskets that hold the
bodies of George and MarthB Washing
ton are there in the mouth of that tomb
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and may bo soen from tho outside.
Here the remains of the First Lady and
Gentleman of tho land have rested
since that October morning of 1837.
Here they will continue to rest through
all tho generations that are to come,
for this shrine is a hallowed thing that
may be defiled by no human hand.
This Old Man Was Rich Without
Money.
Irwin S. Cobb, in Suturiluy Evening Boat.
The richest old man I ever knew hnd
trouble sometimes when paying his poll
tax. His check would have come back
from the bank, but his face was good
for any amount among children; for he
had mastered tho art of getting old
gracefully and gently—or else it came
to him naturally. People were happier
for his having lived among them; and
he was tho happier for it, too.
He had been a soldier, and his was
the side that lost, too; but I never heard
him speak a harsh word or a bitter one
against the winners. He belonged to
no church, but he preached the broadest
and tho kindest and the lovingest doc
trine that one might hope to hear. I
do not mean to imply by this that he
lacked convictions, for he had them,
and the courage of them; but he con
ceded that other people had a right to
their opinions.
In time those afflictions of ago that
Shakspeare has described came upon
him. His figure, which had been ar
row-straight, bent under the burden of
his threescore and ten years; yet, see
ing him so, you thought of the simile
of a kindly tree drooping, with each
recurring season, ever nearer and
nearer the earth that had nurtured it.
His brain Btayed clear—the old treo
was not dying at the top first.
His eyes grew dim, but the fires of
an unquenchable youthfulness of spirit
still llickered genially in them. His
voice cracked, but became as certain
bells that chime all the sweeter for
having cracks in them. He was alone
in the world, but he was not lonely. A
whole community loved him.
Finally one day he feel asleep. When
he awoke he was in company of those
kindly and tolerant old philosophers
whose sayings ho had so loved to re
peat. 1 remember that it snowed on
the day of his funeral. Through the
whirling white flurries the sorrowing
town came to see him laid away, and
the snow had covered the mound with a
soft white covering almost as soon as
the spade of the sexton shaped it and
smoothed it. A millionaire might have
envied him, for his funeral was another
one of the things that money cannot
buy.
Second childhood is not such a griev
ous burden if we have kept some of the
spirit of our othor childhood to sweeten
and Ravor it.
Two Home Women Talked About
Hair.
Two women met in our store tho oth
er day, when one of them said:
“My, how pretty your hair looks!
What have you been doing to it?”
“Why, I nave been using Harmony
Hair Beautifier for the past twoweeks,”
was the reply.
“Why, indeed!” replied the first wo
man, “that is just what I am using.
Iim’t it great, and don’t you think my
hair shows a lot of improvement?"
Harmony Hair Beautifier is becoming
all the rage among noth men and wo
men who are particular in the care of
their hair. It is just what it is named —
a hair beautifier. It seems to polish
and burnish the hair, making it glossy,
silk-soft, and more easy to put up in
graceful, wavy folds that “Btay put.”
Contains no oil, and will not change col
or of hair nor darken it. Simply sprin
kle a little on your hair each time be
fore brushing it.
To keep your hair and scalp dandruff-
free and clean, use Harmony Shampoo.
This liquid Bhampoo gives an instanta
neous rich,-foaming lather that imme
diately penetrates to every part of the
hair and scalp, insuring a quick and
thorough cleansing. It is washed off
just as quickly, the entire operation
taking omy a few moments. Harmony
Hair Beautifier, $1. Harmony Sham
poo, 50c. Both guaranteed to satisfy
you in every way, or your money back.
Sold only at the more than 7,000 Rexall
Stores, and in this town only by us.
John K. Cates Drug Co.; Stanley-John-
aon Drug Co.
The man who leaves his horse all day in
the rain without a blanket; the man who
growls like a beast with a sore head
when his wife asks him for money; the
woman who whispers it around that
some one else is not just what she
ought to be; the preacher who is al
ways looking for an easier place and
higher salary; the man who walks the
streets with his hands in his pockets
while hia wife carries the baby; the
man who keeps a dog and says he can’t
afford the home newspaper. These
are among the people who need more re
ligion.—South Georgia Progress.
Buying to Save Money.
Buying Foley’s Honey and Tar Com
pound saves money because just a few
doses stops the cough and coid and one
bottle lasts a long time. It quickly
heals raw and inflamed surfaces, stops
tickling throat, harsh, rasping coughs,
croup, hoarseness, bronchial and la
grippe coughs. J. F. Lee Drug Co.
The Country Editor’s Revenge.
Amcricun Magazine.
George Fitch, the Peoria funny-man,
writes another piece about Homeburg,
in his series describing life in a small
town. His article is entitled “The
Homeburg Weekly Democrat,” and is
filled with amusing comments on the
life and adventures of tho newspaper
editor. Mr. Fitch says that he never
saw the editor of the “Homeburg
Weekly Democrat” resent a joke but
once. He goes on to describe that oc
casion and to show how the editor got
even with his subscriber—
“That was when Pelty Amthorne
told him that his wife considered the
‘Democrat’ to be the best paper she
hnd ever seen. He let tho editor burst
a couple of buttons from his vest in his
swelling pride before ho explained that
the ‘Democrat’ when cut in two exactly
fitted his wife’s pantry shelves, and
that Bho didn't have to trim it a bit.
The old editor turned on his heel with
out a word, and that week he kindled
his old-time fires and wrote the follow
ing for the local page;
“ ‘A citizen of Homeburg, who hasn’t
done anything more exciting for twenty
years than Btand off his grocery bill,
poked fun at the ‘Democrat’ last week
in our face, because there wasn’t any
more news in it. Nows? News in
Homeburg? News in a town where an
ice cream social is a sensation, and a
dog fight suspends business for three
hours? News in a town where it takes
a couple five years to work up a wed
ding, and seven kinds of wedding cake i
is the only news in it? Where the city
marshal hasn’t made an arrest for two
years because no one has done anything
after 9 p. m. except snore, and where
they have to put up the lamps in pairs
to keep them from getting lonesome?
We don’t print nows from Homeburg
because there isn’t any, and the old
rooster who joshed us knows it. He’s
sore because we didn’t muke half a col
umn out of his trip to Paynosville eight
miles awny last summer, but we’ll
promiso to do better. We’ll dump tho
paBto-pot in tho fire, throw the old
shears out of the window, and get out
a regular screamer of a ‘Domocrat’
some week—a paper with red ink on it
and big headlines and a rent piece of
news in it. When the old fossil pays
his six years’ subscription we’ll write
two columns about it. And even then
no one will believe it.' ”
Don’t You Have It.
Some say that chronic constipation
cannot be cured. Don’t you believe it.
Chamberlain’B Tablets have cured
others— why not you? Give them a
trial. They cost only a quarter. For
sale by all dealers.
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“Now look for the Colonel, because
he’s coming to inspect the post," said
the sergeant, aB he marched off, leav
ing O’Brien doing hia firstoutpost duty.
Very full of his own importance and
responsibility, O’Brien took his stand.
After un hour the sergeant returned.
"Colonel boen yet?” he asked.
Receiving un answer in the negative,
the sergeant went away; and returned
an hour later, with the same inquiry.
At last the Colonel did appear; and
O’Brien, in his relief at seeing some
one after his long vigil, forgot all about
his instructions.
“Do you know who 1 am?” sternly
aBked the superior officer, noticing that
the private had omitted to salute.
“Sure, an’ I don’t at all!” answered
the grinning recruit.
“I am tho Colonel!”
“Bogorra, you'll catch it, then!” re
marked Erin’s son. “Tho sergeant’s
been askin’ for ye already!”
PERFECT CONFIDENCE.
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Here’s Newnan testimony.
Mrs. H. W. Jennings, 78 Murray
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to the merit of Doan’s Kidney Pills
some years ago in a public statement
and to-day I urn pleased to say that my
faith in tnis remedy is stronger than
ever. I did not have a personal ex
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my former testimonial, but others of
my family had been helped by them.
To-day, however, I can praise Doan's
Kidnev Pills from personal use. They
have been very effective in curing me
of pains across my back and weakness
through my hips and loins, together
with other annoying symptoms of kid
ney complaint. ”
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New York, sole agentH for the United
States.
Remember the name—Doan’s—and
take no other.
Many a woman suffers from insomnia
because her husband talks in his Bleep.
To Cure a Cold in One Day
Take I.AXATI VI? BROMO Quinine. II itopa the
Cough and Headache and works off the Cold.
Druggists refund money il it fails to cure.
K. W. GROVE'S signature on each box. 25a