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( i 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 1914. NO. 21 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. - ♦ - - i “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. Nownan People Have Good Reason for Complete Reliance. 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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