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TWO PICTURES.
before maamao e. .
My Maggie, my beautiful darling.
Conic into my arm*, my sweet,
Lt mo fold you again to my bosom
80 clone (hat 1 can hoar your heart boat.
What I the little fingers been sewing?
One’a been pricked by the needle I see ;
These bands shall be kept free from labor
When once they are given to mo.
AU mine, little pet, I will shield you
From trouble and labor and care,
I will robe you like some fairy princess,
And jewels shall gleam In your hair;
Those slippers you gave me are perfect, *
That dressing gown fits to a T
My darling, 1 wonder that heaven
Should give such a treasure to me,
Hifiht—nine—ton—-eleven 1 my precious,
Time flies so when I am tritli you.
It seems but a moment I’ve boon here,
And now, must I say it?—Adieu 1
AFTER MARRIAGE.
Oh. Meg, you are heavy—l'm tired ;
Go sit in the iftcker I pray:
Your weight sueius a hundred and ninety
When you plump down in that sort of way,
You had better be mending my coat sleeve-
IVe spoken about it before—
And I want to finish this novel
And look over those bills from the store.
This dressing gown acts liko the d~4;
These slippers run down in the heel;
Strange, nothing eon ever look decent;
I wish you could know how they feel.
What’s this bill from Morgan’s ? Why, surely,
It’s not for another new dress ?
Look here ! 11l be a bankrupt ere New Year,
Or your store bilk will have to grow less.
Eight o'clock! Meg, sew on this button
A i aoon as yon finish that sleeve ;
Heigh-ho! I’n. so deucedly sleepy,
I u pile off to bed, I believe.
THE FATAL NAME.
One Christmas morning I attended ser
vice in a suburban church, which was as
profusely decorated, with green boughs
us if Birnarn Wood had stopped in tnere
ou its way to Dunsnnino. The day was a
dazzling one, for tho glittering snow lit
terally took the shine out of the heavens,
and the variegated windows were in a
blaze of glory, indeed, a flake of red light,
which lodged like a damask butterfly on
the haud of a stranger beside me, was the
means of attracting my attention to his
geueral appearance, ilia skin and hair
were preternuturally white, like those of
tire Albino, and ] was not long in satisfy
ing myself that the whiteness of his hair
was premature,' and that tears had washed
the color from his cheek. For a w hile he
appeared oblivious of everything about
him, but he no sooner discovered Ihe red
stain upou iris hand than he became fear
fully agitated, and seizing my lint by mis
take, left the church. My curiosity was
so ezoited that I was not sorry his mistake
as to tlielmt offered mo an excuse for fol
ing him, ami J must say that I felt still
more inquisitive on finding him nervously
rubbing his hand with snow, as if for the
purpose of cleaning it. I accosted him in
au off-hand way, so as to restore his com l
poeure, and the exc! ongc of hats was duly
effected ; bat in spite of my nonchalant
air, he saw that I took a deep interest in
bis case, and as I turned to go he asked
with an affectation of indifference, wheth
er I had observed anything peculiar about
his right hand.
“No,” I carelessly replied, “unless yen
refer to its being incarnated for a moment
by the reflection from a red pane of glass." i
“Was that ail lie eagerly demanded.
“It lookeil to me like blood, mid 1 have 1
some reason to be nervous on that sub
ject.”
Ah he snil thin he wns overcome with
emotion, and the muscle* of hik jaw be
came ho contracted that in* could only ar
ti on lute with the greatest difficult y ; ho he
brought tlie interview to a close by beg
giug me to cull upon him the following
day, as I was just the sort of pro-son with
whom be would like to talk over a matter
which had distressed him for n long time.
1 had not the heart to refuse, although I
hardly relished the idea of trusting my
self with an utter stranger whose thoughts
liad taken sneli a sanguinary turn ; and
iny confidence in him was not increased
by the fact that in directing me where to
liud him he had been very careful not to
ditnlge his name.
"lly the way”—l called after him—
‘•What name shall I ask for?”
But he pretended not to hear me, and
hurried off faster than ever.
The next day I called upon Mm, pur
suant to my promise, and when lie ap-
Cred in answer to my kuock, addressed
i as "Mr. Andrews’’—that being the
name on the door-plate.
"My name ia not Andrews,” he gravely
replied, “and I only wish it was, for a
reason which will presently appear. Mr.
Andrews and I keep bachelor’s hall here,
and some might consider as a little ec
centric, as we are somewhat radical in our
notions, and believe all irt the ‘isms’ of
the day. ”
Ho then thanked me for being so punc
tual, and after nsbnriug mo into the par
lor, insisted on treating me to something,
as the proceeding next in order. While
be was absent from the room for that pur
pose, I hud ample leisure to look around
me, and saw ono article at least which I
had subsequent reason to remember. That
was a vase or urn, evidently modeled after
what are known as cinerary urns, because
the ancients used them for the ashes of
their dead. On it was painted the Oonins
of Death—not leaning as usual upon an
inverted torch, but holding one aloft;
while the space for inscription was ns yet
blank.
On the return of my host he resumed
the Conversation as follows:
"I was speaking a moment ago of ‘the
Isms of the day.’ Do you believe in any of
them ?”
"I can't say that I do,” was my reply,
"and I regard the majority of them as
humbugs of the moetooloeeal proportions.
Take Spiritualism, for example ; how can
any intelligent,person put faith in that
when the ghost of Dan Webster mosqui
toes the Constitution of the United Htatos,
and the spirit of Lindley Murray is not
aware that prepositions govern the objec
tive case I”
The reader will perceive that I was try
ing to be as cheerful as possible, and I had
the satisfaction of seeing that the face of
my hearer had already lost something of
its pa flor.
"Then,'’ said he, *‘l suppose you regard
all the popular superstitions in much the
same light ?”
"Precisely so,” I returned, "for, in my
opinion, Mack cats and red ears of corn
have less to do with mundane affairs thun
aomepeople imagine,”
"WonM to heaven,” he fervently re
joined, "that no more potent agencies
than those you mention were at work in
©nr lives—’*
Here he hesitated for a moment, and
then added with an increasing tremor iD
his voice—
" You have heard of such a thing as a
fatality in names ?”
"Yes,” I replied, “it was once thought
that anyone named Agnese was doomed to
go mad ; that James was a liad name for a
King of Scotland ; and all that sort of
thing. As for Onomancy, or divination
by the letters of a name, the luckiest
names are supposed to be those in which
the numeral letters amount to the highest
sum.”
“Well,” be said with a perceptible shud
der, "my name is Lewis Lewis—do you
see anything peculiar in that ?”
(Sallal)rr’e independent
YOL. 111.
“Nothing.” I coolly answered, “except
that the Christian name and surname are
identical.”
“And have you not heard,” he asked in
husky undertone, “that the possessor of
such n name is predestined to bo linng ?”
“I have heard something of tlie kind,”
I replied, “but I never supposed such an
absurd idea could give a moment’s uneasi
ness to anyone. ”
“Nevertheless,” lie rejoined, “I solemn
ly believe that events as much beyond my
oontrol as the procession of the equinox
es, will yet place the black cap upon my
brow. It was once the custom to bury
murderers with a stake through the heart,
but mine is pierced in advance whenever I
thiuk of ‘the deep damnation of tay taking
off.”
“But,” I reasoned, “consider the im
possibility of your committing a capital
crimp.”
“I liove taken all that into considera
tion,” he responded, “but it affords me
little consolation in view of the fact that
so many iunoeent persons have been the
victims of circnmataDt&l evidence,”
Nothing could be said to that, so I start
ed off on another track by advising him
to take, a sea voyage as a means of divert
ing his mind.
“For,” I continued, “when we once get
to riding a particular hobby it soou be
comes like the enchanted horse iu the
Arabian Nights”—and with a lovity which
wus perhaps ill timed, I added, “you have
no reason to fear the perils of the deep,
when the proverb assures ns that those
born to bo hung can never lie drowned."
“1 have never experienced ttie slightest j
benefit from travel.” he replied, “for in |
my mental condition I oould only look
upou Spain as the country of the garrote,
and upon France ns the country of the j
; uillotino, and think how a death by
either instrument would be loss ignomin
ious than mine, which will be the death
of Jack Sheppard and Captain Kidd.”
“Mr. Lewis,” said 1, “the morbid con
dition you describe might, bo occasioned
by as simple a tiling as dyspepsia, for 1
know a Quaker who always acts like a ruf
fian after eating a Welch rabit; and what
we call total depravity ta nothing more nor
less than a deficiency of gastric juice. If
on the other hand, your trouble is a bare
matter of superstition, you ought, for the
sake of consistency, to adopt the remedies
which the superstitious employ in such
cases. There is the medical ring, for in
stance, in which they wear a hyacinth
stone for sleeplessness, nil agate for eye |
diseases, a jasper for dropsy, uu amethyst
for inrbriety, and a coral for nervousness j
and eausless fears— just the very thing
yon want. But, to be serious, Mr. Lewis, j
you may depend upon it that all your,
ghastly apprehensions will prove to be the ;
merest shadows.”
"That may be,” he replied, but they are I
such shadows us
‘struck mere terror to the seat of Richard i
Than could the substance of ten thousand Itieh
monds. ” ‘
After a little more talk to the same pur
pose, our interview came to an end, and
lie presented me with a token of his grati- 1
tilde in the .shape of s handsome quarto, 1
bound in Turkey morocco and illustrated :
by Dore ; while I, in return, banded him t
uiy city address, with the jocular assu
rance that 1 would be happy to procure !
his acquittal whenever lie was placed on
trial lor liis life.
I returned to the city a day or two after-1
ward, and lad forgotten all about my j
friend Lewis, when his spiritual adviser
came to me oue morning by the early
train, and brought the appalling intelli
gence that lie (Lewis) hud murdered Mr. ,
Andrews, under circumstances of such I
exceptional atrocity that threats of lynch-!
ing were openly indulged in. I was so
struck with amazement that it was some i
moments before I could master myselt j
sufficiently to ask the particulars of the |
tragedy.
"Well,” he began, "sevtral residents of |
onr village were returning from a politi-!
chl meeting late at night, when they ob- J
served a tremendous volume of flame and
smoke issuing from the chimney of the j
house occupied by Andrews and Lewis, j
No signs of life being visible, the first !
thought of the spectators was to arouso |
the sleeping inmates, and with that object j
in view they burst open the front door j
some rushing up stairs and others down, j
The latter party were met at the head of |
the cellar stairs by Lewis, who wore a
startled or, as some thought, a guilty look, I
and made strenuous efforts to prevent any j
one from descending into the cellar, i
from which proceeded an odor ns of
burning flesh. But, pushing him aside, !
they hurried down to see a most sickening
sight. A furnace ot unique design had j
cracked with the heat, exposing to view
the calcined remains of poor Andrews. !
The murderer fled in the dark and at the !
time of his capture was engaged in bury- ;
ing a bloody razor, ami a will by
which his victim left everything to him. Of
course, all lie can do now is to prepare
for the gallows.”
“The case certainly has a desperate look. ”
I remarked, ‘ ‘but there always are two sides 1
to a story.”
The clergyman looked at me as if he j
doubted my sauity, and said in a caustic j
wav:
"The other side of the story is not j
wanting, for he linn confessed the crime.”
‘’Canyon recall the precise language of
that confession ?” I asked.
“I can,” lie replied, “I was asking him !
whom lie wished to retain as counsel, and
he said it would not be worth w hile to in
terpose any defense, as he must inevita
bly be linng. ”
I was much encouraged to find this so
called coufession was not irreconcilable
with the most perfect innocence, and was
simply a reiteration of his old belief that
any effort to oppose his destiny would be
like a nautilus coining into a coliaion with
a man-of-war,
“TheD he coneludcd to send for me
after all?” said I.
"No,” was the reply, “What brings me
here is this : Shortly before hie murder,
Mr. Andrews, who also belonged to my;
church, deposited with me a sealed en -
velope with directions to open it not less
than three days after his death. That j
period having elapsed, we may as well ex
amine the document at ouce.”
It read as follows :
October H, 1874, {
To Whom it May Concur* : Cremation in now
an accomplished fact, and the chariot of fire in ;
again called into requisition. The body of the '
wife of Bir Charles Dii ke, Member of Parliament,
who died recently in London, was burned at *
Dresden, in the fornaee invented by Herr Hie- [
mens. The brother-in-law of the deceased, and !
many scientific gentleman were present, and in j
seventy-five minfites six pounds of ashes were;
placed in an mm as all that remained of Lady j
Bilfee and the caff&et. Within the past few days,
cremation of the dead has bean ordered at,
QUITMAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1875.
Vienna, and the furnace of t) r. Tleolam baa been
i teated at Breslau before) the National) Hcience
I CongrtMHl. Hir Henry Thomson has shown the
Hanitary of cremation, and the
ltishop of Manchester has vineieated it from a
religious point of Ticw. Let the work so
on until death i asaoeiatdd only with the brignt
blue sky and the picture urn, inatead of the
dark-gome ground and the dreadful prerogative
of the worm. Let it go ou until men like the
historian Preaoott and tu.j novelist Bulwer are
no longer tormented by the fear of premature in
torrment. Let it go mi til wo no longer have rea
son to imagine that every churchyard rose has
once bloomed upon some cheek, and that every
churchyard violet has the look of some blue eye.
“Hariug been assured by the best of medical
authority that I am liable to die at any moment
of heart disease, I have kad a ftirnace construc
ted in ray cellar something on the principle of
the one for which Prof. Bruuetti, of Padua, ex
hibited models at the Vienna Exposition ; and
Mr. Lewis has consented to perform for me the
*amo aorvlee which Lord Byron and Leigh Hunt
performed for the poet Shelby by the bay of
Bpczzia.
'1 have written this to show that Mr. Lewis
has acted with full authority from mo, and to re
quest that the widest publicity be given to the
facts of my case in order tnatEomething of a
practical character may thereby be given to the
cremation movement in America.
Caleb Andrew*."
“Hurrah !” I shouted, wnvitog tin* pa
per above my head. "Your great murder
lias literally ended in smoke, and our friend
Lewis will escape the halter in spite of his
name.'’
"Don’t be too certain of that,” replied
the clergyman, "for, as I said before, there
• is a strong disposition to lynch him, and
i you know it is still the tendency of liu
; man nature to drive the nail to its head
' and to dip the sponge in the gall. At all
| events, we had better make the explana
| tion at once.”
We were not a moment too soon. A
I roaring mob led by a man whose open
countenance reminded me of the mouth of
! the Mississippi had already taken Lewis
j from the jail and were dragging him to
ward a buttonlmll tree which stood a short j
1 distance off. But my blood was not fairly I
| up to a boiling point until I saw the poor
fellow pitch headlong in consequence of
j stepping on a rope which had been placed
I atouud liis neck.
Calling on the clergyman to corroborate
i my statement, 1 succeeded in convincing
the majority of the crowd that they were
almost as much indebted to me ns Lewis
himself, for I lmd prevented them from
committing one of those blunders which
arc said to be worse than crimes.
"But how about the bloody razor and
the will ?” asked one of the most incredu- !
lons.
"Lewis explained ns follows :
"Mr. Andrews made me promise that i
after his death I would sever his jugular
vein before committing his body to the ,
flames,so as to prelude the possibility of his j
being burned in a trance. Ou finding j
that 1 was suspected of murder, f was anx- I
ions to conceal what would be likely to !
afford additional grounds for that suspi-!
cion.”
I have done w ith Iho unpleasant part of ;
my story. Mr. Lewis was set at liberty,!
as a matter of course, nml found that the
Andrews estate was left to him on condi- \
that lie changed his name the testator
thus considerately bringing him w ithin the |
net authorizing n chaugL of name on its j
being shown to the court that the peti
tioner will derive a pecuniary benefit from |
such change. After thus getting rid of ;
his "fatal name,” there is every reason to !
hope that the evening of his life will he
a moonlight one. and without a cloud, ex- ;
eept those roue-colored ones which help!
to beautify the sunset.
Elastic Religion.
The inconsistences of many profesi#iig
Christians are often so glaring as to be
ludicrous, and perlnps the southern ne
groes furnish as many and rich illustra
tions as any class.
Before the late war, a wealthy family in
North Carolina had an old and favorite
house servant named Aunt Hester. Hhe
was a zealous Methodist, remarkably gif
ted ill “prar.” and an exhorter of no mean
repute, but was withal a big lint* and an
incorrigible thief. The children of the
planter had a pet turkey. Just before
Christman the turkey was missing and nn
investigation revealed the fact, that Aunt
Heater had stolen it, and sold it at Ra
leigh. Notwithstanding tins she had vehe
mently denied all knowledge of the tur
key, and called upon God to witness her
innocence; she was of course duly punish
ed in the good old “patriarchal” stylo for
the theft and falsehood. When night
came on she asked permission of "Missus”
to go to “de meetin.”
"T'o,” said her Mistress, “you cannot
go to-night.”
“Deed Missus,” said aunty, "I mus go
to de meetin, I’se got to lead in de prar.”
"Oh,Aunt Hester!” exclaimed her Mis
tress. "How can you be such a hypo
crite as to go to church, and exhort and
pray, and pretend to be so good, after
stealing arid lying as you have?” I should
think you would expect that God would
strike you dumb.”
“Lordy, Missus,” responded Aunt Hes
ter, "do you pect I'se going to gib up my
bressed Jesus jess for one ole turkey
hen?”
What is Loveliness?
It is not in pearl powder, nor in golden
hairdye, nor in jewelry. It cannot be got
in a bottle or a box. It is pleasant to be
handsome; but all beauty is not in pretti
ness. There is a higher beauty that makes
us love people tenderly. Eyes, none, hair,
or skin never did that yet: though it is
pleasing to see fine features. What yon
are will make your face ever for yon in the
end, whether nature has mode it plain or
pretty. Good people arc never ill-look
ing. Whatever their faces may he, an
amiable expression atone for all. If they
can be cheerful also no one will love them
the less because tlieir features are not
regular, or because they are too fat, ortoo
thin, or too pale or too dark. Cultiva
tion of the mind adds another cliuim io
their faces; and on the whole, if any girl
is desirous of being liked by the many
and loved by the one, it i more i% her
power (ban she may lielieve to accom
plish that object. Cosmetics will not
accomplish it, however. Neither will fine
dress, though a woman who does not dress
becomingly wrongs herself. Forced smiles
and affected amiability will be of no avail ;
but if she can manage to feel kindly to
everybody, not to he jealous, not to be
cross, to be happy if possible, and to en
courage contentment, then something will
come into her face that w ill outlast youth's
roses, and gain her not ouly a btisband,
but a life-long lover.
"We were married just a. month ago to
day. We went to Bawston and New Yawk,
and ever so many places, aßd had a per
fectly gawgeous time. New Yawk’s just
kiveiy '."—Returned Chicago Bride.
POMEROY, THE BOY MURDERER.
•
Decision of the Council in Reference to
the Htt.Sgirtg'- The Confession.
A Boston dispatch states that the conn
cil, on Friday, by it vote of five to four,
authorized the Governor of Massachusetts
to issue his warrant for the execution of
the boy murderer, Jk-sscy Pomeroy, whoso,
murder of two small children, for no cause
whatever is well remembered. An im
mense pressure was brought to bear on the
Governor mid council by parties ill faVor
of meting out to Pomeroy the full extent
of the law—i. e. lifttvring—instead of com
mutation of sentence bf imprisonment for
life. Delegation after delegation (mothers
in nearly all casea) have waited upon
members of the council at their homes,
offices, on the street, at the hotels while
dining, and even in stores when making
necessary purchases, have they been be
sieged by ladies, a- |o<ui a recognized as
members of the (r jCTVu.r’s council, to east
their votes in favor of banging whenever
liis case should come before the council for
fluid disposition.
TUB CONFESSION.
Pomeroy was visited at the jail where lie
has been confined since bis obnvietion by
members of the council, who conversed
with him on the subject of his climes, i
They found him to be an umisuully bright
and intelligent lad ; his auswors were
given with promptness and decision, there !
I was no wavering or hesitation iu them, I
| but light to the point. When asked how !
j many murders lie had committed his quick
reply was, “Two sir.” He wns asked why
lie hilled the little boy, and replied that
j “lie did not k low. ” He said that “he
i was standing with two others looking at
j the working of a fire engine, when ho 110-
i ticed a pretty looking little boy standing
near, lie suddenly ask the little fellow if
he wouldn’t take a walk with him, and
upon consenting, he was led across marsh
es a distance of at least a mile, when sud
denly he felt a fluttering in his head and
mechanically he took his pocket-knife
from his pocket, rapidly opened it, mid
stabbed, stabbed, stabbed it into bis little
victim, having no consciousness of wlmt
lie was doing at the time, and never that!
day fully realizing wlint he had done. I
That ill all the time be wns walk ng with
tlie boy he did not have it in his mind to
injure him, his only notion in having
him with him was for companionship, and
. it wns only when suddenly seized with this
uncontrollable impulse that he did the deed,
and it all occurred within a minute. The
boy was a pretty child, and that was wlmt
attracted him toward him.”
THE MURDER OF THE UTTUS OIIIE.
When nsked about the circumstances of
his killing the little girl in South Boston,
he said that ‘‘that morning his mother and I
brother were away, or engaged, mat lie!
was obliged to attend to the periodical j
stove. Ho sat reading awhile, when a I
pretty little girl, whom he had never seen j
before, came in and asked for some pa- j
pore. As soon es ■ .pok-, this terrible
feeling all through him, with the flutter
ing in his head, came over him, and he re
plied: ‘They’re down in the cellar.' Un- \
suspectingly she opened the door and
passed down the stairs, Pomeroy immedi
ately following, drawing iiis knife ns ho
went. As soon ns the bottom was reached
lie placed bis left hand over her mouth,
and drew her heal hack toward his shoul
der, nud with the knife iu his right hand,
cut her throat ; and she was dead in a
minute. Not three minutes had expired
from the time he first laid eyes on the little
gill before she was dead. ”
ANOTHER OF I'OMEROI's ATROCITIES.
At one of the hearings before the coun
cil there were present with their pa
rents several of the little victims of his
previous atrocities. Their recital of the
injuries and tortures inflicted upon them
by Jesse Pomeroy were startling. He met
one little boy, when there was snow on the
ground and the thermometer near zero,
standing looking into a window ; he told
him a story as to how a man wanted a btui-
die carried a short distance, and as he hud
a sled with him lie would give the boy a
quarter if be would assist him. Consent
being given, lie led this boy away some
two miles to ashed, entered and made the
boy strip to the skin, tied him tip, took
out his knife, stuck it into each check,
drawing it away looking at the point to
see the blood, then caused the little fellow
to don his clothing, placed him ou liis
sled, and drew him to the boy’s own door
and left him. Another boy lie enticed in
to a boat house, climbed with him into a
boat, made him strip, and then tortured
him for an hour of more by sticking pins
into liis flesh to the depth of from a quar
ter to half inch, and this hundreds of
times, threatening to kill liis victim upon
the least outcry, finally releasing him and
seeing him safely home. One tiling is in
explicable —how did lie dare to return
w ith his little victims to tlieir very doors,
unless it was, as he says, that “lie didn’t
know what he was dotng.”
a dims NoVrtr, bbadkb.
Pomeroy has been a close render of
dime novels and yellow covered literature
until, as one of the gentlemen stated in
liis argument before the council, "his brain
was turned, and Ida highest ambition was
to be the Texas Jack of ,South Boston.”
A backwoodsman in Boston without
money or friends, was revolving in in's
mind some plan whereby lie could raise
the “Clink,” as be expressed it. Ho Imd
never visited a city before in his life. He
strolled into a shoemaker’s, where an ad
vertisement, “Wanted, a first-class hoot
maker,” appeared in the window, and ac
costed the proprietor—"Do yon want a
first-class bootmaker beie?” "That de
pend* on your capacity. Have you work
ed custom work?” “I reckon. You jest
try me. captain; 1 liain’t skeered a bit at
tryin’.” The proprietor gave bis new
band a beneh and materials and btido him
make a pair of ladies' shoes. Noon after
he left the store on business. The man
made a shoe, but such a horrible affair
was it that, ashamed to show it, lie hid it
in the shavings. Just as be bad complet
ed the second shoe the proprietor return
ed, He flew into a passion at beholding
the botched shoe. "Yon confounded ras
cal, so bad a shoe as that has never been
made in this establishment!” he exclaim
ed.— “Would von like to bet on that,
stranger?” "Bet? Yes-I bet ten dollars
no such Work as that was ever done in
this store'” The backwoodsman Walked
to the shavings, dragged forth his first
shoe, and, coolly pocketing bis tea dollars,
walked off, v
A DAMNING AFFAIR.
How an Innocent Man was Hung for
Murder.
(From the Atlanta fiomSftOtfwealth.]
The tragic death of Judge Fish, who wns
brutally assassinated at his home in Ogle
thropo some three years ago, is still fresh
iu the memories of many of our readers.
They also remember the more terrible fate
that followed quick upon the lieols of liol
senbnke and Llyod, who were condemned
and executed for the murder.
Judge Fish, it wus nlso known, was a
Republican of prominence, standing high
in the confidence of the party, and bid*
ding fair to be its most, popular and üblo
lender in the Btutc. His death then, aside
from tho moral shock to all good people,
was a peculiar calamity to the party, and
to avenge it Governor Bullock offered a
reward of six thousand dollars for the ar
rest mid conviction of the murderers.
This tempting reward naturally enough
excited tho cupidity in detectives, and un
der the direction of the Solicitor-General,
a party set to “work the case up.” How
well they worked it up is also remembered.
Suspicion being directed toward Holsen
j bake and Lloyd, they wore arrested and
placed in a room, in which the detectives
i were concealed, and while there were said
to have confessed to each other joint com
plicity in the murder. Upon this evidence
! the wretches were condemned and execu
ted.
But while standing on the gallows with
the terror of death staring them in the
face, and the solemnity of its awful mo
ment. resting on their souls, they both de
nied the truth of tho detectives’story.
Holsenbake confessing himself to the kill
ing of Judge Fish, and Lloyd protesting
his own innocence. The following are
Holsenbake’e words ;
Fellow-citizens, we are met here on a
most solemn occasion—met here to take
my life. I entreat your prayer. I ask
your fervent prayer in my behalf. The
fervent prayer of the righteousness avail
eth much, and in praying for me you may
convert your own souls. I appear before
von as a criminal about to suffer all igno
, minions death, but I can scarcely say that
:at heart lam no criminal. 1 am about to
be unjustly executed, I lmvo failed to
obtain justice in tho courts of law. The
laws have been illegally or unjustly execu
ted. Ido not speak ns a lawyer, but suit
seems to me. lam arraigned ns the prin
cipal for the crime of murdering a man
who has long since gone “to that bourne
from whence no traveler returns.” I trust
God has been merciful to him. I am the
man who took his life. 1 did it when
under great irritation ; I had lost my rea-
Hon ; I was a monomaniac ; I lmd nothing
against Colonel Fish, but 1 had heard he
had desecrated the dearest affections of
my heart, that ha hud violated my house
hold tics and sullied the reputation of my
little daughter, who, thank God, has been
for months in heauen. and L trust, I shall
be speedily with her. 1 do not feel as
though I was thr author of this crime.
Everything 1 have stated concerning my
accomplice has been honestly and truth
fully stated. I have been betrayed by
wolves in sheep’s clothing.
He then gave tlih particulars of his con- 1
feiaion to Golunel I‘. H. Farrow, late At-1
torney General of the State ; stated how
it wns obtained, and said ol’ Mr. Farrow :
I tell yon, fellow-citizens, he stands before
God and this cnmiminity a degraded and
disgraced mortal, I have nothing against
him ; he has not only forfeited his word,
but sacrificed his honor ; and more still he
is a convicted perjurer, and the court re l
cords will prove it. There is here to-day
standing before mo an honorable and high
minded gentleman, one who wns engaged
in my defence- Colonel AV. 8. Wallace. I
refer to him ; he knows what I say is true.
1 wish to God (passionately) I knew how
to talk, but my language is inadequate to
tell of tho murderous outrage that has been
perpetrated against mo. I was deranged, !
the separation of my family from mo was j
my rum. [l’ause. J My life will pay the j
forfeit —I am executed wrongly—l have j
failed to obtain justice; it lias all been
done through prejudice ; they have suffered
their prejudices to be arroused.”
He thanked and complemented the
prison officials that had charge of him, and
closed by saying lie left the world without
bearing malice against any man, and lie
hoped no one had a prejudice against him.
If there was lie did not know it.
And this is the report of what Lloyd
said :
He was in his 62d year; had never had
a difficulty; never had been arrested ;
never paid a fine or cost ; had lived an
honorable and useful life ; bad never him
self, or in collusion with others, enter
tained one iota of criniinul feeling against
nny man. He declared that Jones, Farrow
and tlnrdetective hud batched the matter
up. “I swear,” said he, “that before you
and my God, before whom I shall soon ap
pear, lam into cent. If I had dreamed of
such a thing. I would not have allowed
it.” Ho said liis dentil was a conspiracy,
and W. O. Jones was at the bottom of it,
his blood would cry for vengeance ; and
concluded : I put my blood on him for
three generations, and call on God to wit
ness it. Jones got, Stubbs out and exerted
himself to convict, me. 1 want all of Mr.
J’isli’s family to know it. I am innocent.”
These protestations of iunocenc, corning
as they did from the very lips of death left
ia the minds of those who heard and
read them, many doubts of the man Is guilt
and a nameless suspicion that a foul con
spiracy liad been made to sweep away the
life of an innocent man, iu order to obtain
tiic reward. This suspicion grew in the
minds of some until it became so tangible
that they determined to ferret the thing to
the bottom, and when it became known
tnat one of the parties, now holding rank
in the United Ntates civil services, had
been awarded two thousand dollars of the
blood money, the clew was so direct that
they had no further doubt about it, and
went to work directly at the root of the
matter. One of the detectives was con
fronted, and, while the dying words of
Lloyd was read, he confessed that it was
true, and that they had “nut np the job”
in order to get tlie reward. Shortly aftpr
tins, this detective was killed, and liis lips
were closed forever. Now his widow lias
been seen, and she reluctantly confessed
that her husband, while in the agony of
remorse, had contested to her that he”had
been a party in swearing away the life of
Lloyd, and that it was all done to get the
money.
The fsets of the ease have been ingeni
ously worked up, and the testimony in the
case has been forwarded to Washington,
io be laid before the department of justice,
naits matter materially nffccts tho charac
ter of one of its officials.
Wo trust that the matter may bo ftilly
investigated, not only by lie deputies at
Washifigtoti, but our own State authorities
should take cognisance of it, and let the
parties to this most damnable of conspira
cies lie brought to judgment. Those who
have it in cliurge arc men of nerve and de
termination, and tho public should offer
thou tho hearty support of approval.
[From the Atlanta Herald ]
About the Grasshopper Scourge.
Sfjialia, Mo., June 28, 1875.
Believing that tho farmer readers of the
Herald would like to know the history and
truth of the great Northwestern grasshop
per scourge, concerning which so much
lins been printed, your correspondent, af
ter remaining in St. Louis a couple of
days, left that city animus rerertendi and
hastened to this point, (180 miles from St.
Louis, in n northwesterly direction), the
great headquarters of the pestilential
“hoppers.” AYhileln St, Loiita innumer
able and sorrowful stories of the devasta-
tion, which had been created by the in
sects, wore being told at every corner, and
relief measures wero being actively inau
gurated for the benefit of the plagne-strcik
en regions. Ou arriving at, Sedalia, wo
procured a horse and buggy, mid in com
pany with a friend, proceeded some twen
ty miles up the country. On every liund
were visible the truces of the groat scourge.
The jiath we traveled resembled the path
of “Sherman’s March to the Sea,” through
Georgia, in 1866 —at least so far as vege
tation was concerned. Immense fields of
wheat, flax, corn and barley had been en
tirely destroyed ; and when wo write en
tirety, we mean it in tho fulleat. sense of
the word. Take, as an example, a corn
field of some 680 acres, just five smiles
from Hedalla, on the Holden dirt rond,
and yon have a fair sample of the destruc
tive work of the celebrated army of grass
hoppers. When they invaded his field,
its proprietor told us his corn would aver
age a height of 10 inches. The “attack”
had been made just four days prior to
our visit, and yesterday a diligent
search over this vast field ol 600 acres
failed to disclose a single stem or Vestige
of corn.
Six miles, further on, we came to a field
of flax, ami here the grasshoppers wero in
full force, eating away. They had been
at work about twelvo hours iu tho “patch”
and to-day it was bare and bleak as the
desert of Sahara. These tides may sound
pretty big down in Georgia, lint they are
true. For a space of fifty miles square not
a sprout of flax, not a stalk of wheat, not
a shoot of corn, not vegetable of any des
cription in tho gardens has been left. In
some places they have stripped tho tender
trees in the forest, of their foliage. They
are particularly fond of corn, but then
favorite “dish” seems to bo “onions.” A
friend tried an experiment in our pres
ence, He pulled up nn onion top, snv
fmtr inches long, and n half dozen stalks of
corn and threw into a “tub” of grasshop
pers. In fifteen minutes time we emptied
the tub, white lherd were portions of the
young corn left, not a vestige of the onion
top was to be seen. Various stories, of
course, Were told about their ravages, but
the above we saw and know (o be true.
( hio old gentleman, who was very much
excited, told us “he had been a member
of the Baptist church forty years, and he
would bed dif they hadn’t ate the pal*
ing around his garden down and earned
off the iron gate hinges.” Another one
declared that they had eaten his plow and
hoe handles off Now, “Specks” don’t
vouch for this garden and plow-handle
Btory, still they are told. Of course the
devices to keep the army away are various.
Ditches about twelve inches deep and two
feet wide have been dug Vertically and
have proved some service. Immense bon
fires have doubtless destroyed millions of
them, but seemingly Du re are as “many
millions more.”
The grasshopper (hat is the dam
age is mi exact fnc simile of your common
field hopper. The grand headquarters of
the insect arc on the high, dry plateaus of
New Mexico and Arizona, and the South
ern foot hills of the Hooky Mountains. In
these localities you can always find them.
In some seasons they multiply with aston
ishing rapidity, and become too numer
ous to subsist. Then, as they hate done
this year, they swarm like bees, afid mi
grate to other fields and pastures green.
Seemingly they follow up no rule of emi
gration, but go with the wind. They fly
until they become weary, and then drop
down to rest and eat. They do not all go
at once,nor to the same place. They be
come separated after starting, but whether
you sec the grand array, or a detachment,
they are ns the sands of the sea, myriads
of millions. At Warrensburg wo saw an
army of them approaching. In tlie dis
tanee they looked like a light cloud rapid
ly riding on the Wind, and under the blaz
ing fiomiday sun they glitter like snow
flakes, expanding from about fifty feet off
the ground to the height of a half mile.
When they arc directly over head they
east a perfect shadow on the earth. When
they drop down to food everything green
is instantaneously covered, and the earth
looks grayish-green and dismal. They
have stopped two trains on the Missouri
Pacific Road, tlie wheels crushing them in
such numbers as to make oil or grease,
which nil the sand to be bad wont help.
They eat everything except ponehtree
leaves, sorghum and broom corn. Wheat
or oats when tho straw is tender and green,
are devoured in a few hours. While eat
ing they scramble and crowed each other
like hungry pigs. They are very fond
of potatoes, beans and cabbage, but as I
said before, onions are tlieir “anchovy.”
Usually they remain about three days in a
place, if the weather is warm and the sky
clear, but if raining or a little chilly, they
“stay the weather out,” rolling themselves
up in great balls, which are apparently
lifeless, until the warm sun comes out,
when they unroll and fly away. They
vary in size, from the liny to the giant
[kipper, according to age. Within the
past week they are leaving Misiouri and
seem lo be striking out for more northerly
climes. The destruction they have caused
in this State alone will aggregate hundreds
of thousands, yen millions of dollars. The
poorer class of people having noth
ing in the world to Jive on, except What
they receive as "charity. ” A great deal
of replanting has been done, but even up
here it is Very fate for (hat,
I have Iftttst given yon a faithful and cor
rect history of the Missouri grasshopper.
If there are any farmers in Georgia who
want to leave her rich soil, halmy climate,
and coming prosperity, then commend
them to a perusal ol wnatl saw Id Missouri.
Bpeoks.
In General.
Cheap drapery—tho curtains of the
flight,
The best pocket companion —• full purse.
Cupid's arithmetic - One find oue make
one.
AVig makers h#to ffh-hde among scalp
ing Indians.
MioaWbef, always Wafting for something
to turn np, never thought of a plow.
The return of the hydrophobia season
suggests tho semiring np of sheet iron
punts.
“Borrow as yon go” is popular, but bor
row all yens can and then go" is more so.
An lown editor lias branded his contem
porary ns a "niaftgy dog -a diogrncu to his
own fleas.”
“My face is rugged, but I*m Wealthy)
will you have me?” said lie. “Yes indeed,
it's very knotty, but il’a nice', said she.
"Would you like to smoke upon your
deathbed?'* is the last argument addressed
by an anti-tobacco man to cirnsuners of the
weed.
NO. 11.
A woman nearly killed n man In Toledo
for calling her a "training arlmtus.” Slid
said she wasn't going to let anybody drag
her into this scandal, l’ublie sentiment
heartily sustains her.
Miss Kellogg gives a season of English
opera at Booth’s Theatre this fall, when
some it f Hnlfe’s lea°t often heard porduc
tions will be sung.
"liemmo die now” grfispeil nn Ohio
farmer. “Fro lived to see a Woman git
thirty-one yards of doth into ono dress, and
I’m ready to pnll stakes now.”
Phil Sheridan’s bride is nearly half-*-
head taller than he. But he counterbalance!*
this advantage by keeping his hair cut
short.— Bfoohyn, Argus.
“Why, Jennie, you look good rfiougoto
Cfit,"said a loting husband to .liis wife one
morning at breakfast. “Well, I’m eating
as fast ns I can, ain’t I?”
"Ifyou want fun,” remarked old Smilax,
leaning titet the gate and working the
gravel with his bare toes, “you onghter see
my wife dig Inters when she’s tearin’ mad.”
A. D. 2000. Scene before a cremation
undertaker’s shop.—Small boy—“l say,
sir, i* dad done yet? If he is, please put
him in this 'ere tin kittle.
AVaiter (to old gent at restaurant),
—Take any pastry sir? Old Gent (to wai
tor).- -“Yes, tiring me a pancake; will it
bn long? AAOiiter. —No, sir; round.”
“There’s no sunset in heaven,” says rt
noted divine. We’ll go-further than that.
There’s no getting up of ulghts to draw
tho baby’s legs buck under the cover.
Henry ward Beecher said that if any
college should put two D's after his name,
he nnenth! feel inclined to put a dash be
tween them and send them back.
Mr. Marrowfat, nitber snappishly re
marked to Ins wife, last Sunday, t'bnt
man can’t always bo thinking of liis im
mortal soul. He mtlst have time to eat
his meals.
Challenging lawyer to a colored jury
man In Clinton, La:'-—“Do you know what
n verdict is?” “No. safe.” “Did yon over
see one?" "No, sail.” 1 nebber was ut a
show in inv life.”
Mother. —“ Now, Gerty, be a good girl,
and give Aunt Julia n kiss, and sny good
iiigfit..” tjerty —“No, no! if I kiss her
she'll box my ears, like she did papa's, last
night.” Tableau.
One of the meanest little things on
earth is to throw n small watermelon and
hit a political spenkar in the pit of the
etomach, just na ho is explaining the Dred
Scott decision,
“I say,” said n fellow to a fop with con
spicuous how legs, “don’t yon have to
have your pantaloons ent with a scroll
saw ?”'
The Milwaukee man Who tied his dog
to a wagon wheel to learn him to boa
coach dog, is disgusted with the whole
business.
“Her hand tttts fits first to reach and drag
The bottle from Ihc shelf—
‘lt is your curse, John dear,’ she said,
And drank it up herself.”
Fifteen years ago a Washington gentle
man scratched liis /ne' on a gold dollar
and sent it on its travels. He lias never
seen it since,
"What catties after T?” asked a teacher
of a small pupil who Was learning the al
phalret. lie received the bewildering re
ply, "U -to ate ’Liza,”
“Mike have you settled that affair with
Lewis yet?” “Yes, he. kicked me off the
stoop last Week, and since that he has stup
ed bothering We,”
An old edition of Morse’s georgraphy
says: “Albany has 400 dwelling houses,
2,400 inhabitants, nil standing with tlieir
gable-ends to the street.”
"I’m not much for shtump spakin’,’'
declared a candidate at Dubuque, “but for
honesty and capacity and integrity, I bate
the divil—so 1 do.
A western farmer says, if you paiut your
fence-posts with boiled linseed oil mixed
with pulverized charcoal, you noranobody
else will live to see those funce-posts rot.
Rev. Gent,—"But you really can have
any serious reason to wish to be parted
from your wife” Rustic —"Well, no, sir.
I like my wife well enough, but, you see,
she don’t please mother.”
A young man iu Lancaster sent a dollar
to a firm in New York, who advertised a
receipt to prevent bad dreams. He receiv
ed a small slip of paper, on which was
printed, "Don’t go to sleep.”
A wretched poet, having road to Boilenu
a poem iu which the letter G did not occur,
asked him lmw it might bo further im
proved. Boilenu replied: ‘lf all tlie oth
er letters were taken out of it.”
The cattail of onr swnuips is highly es
teemed insorne countries as au article of
food. In southern Russia, the young
shoots are tied up like asparagus, and sold
iu the market. When boiled and seasoned
with salt and spiec,theeattaili pronounced
delicious.
The cat and dog f)d other household
pets may carry contagious matter iu their
hair. Circulating libraries also often spread
diease, while instances are on record where
the common house-fly has gone over to
the neighbors and taken the measles along
with it.
Coffee-drinkers are threatened with hard
times by a blight ou the coffee plunt in
Ceylon. Jt shows itself in the dearth of
the foliage, while the berry is also reduced.
Like that of the lemon groves of Europe,
the trouble probably comes from exhaus
tion.
I’iu ’em back, ladies; pin ’etn buck J
Don’t be ridiculed ot of a darling fashion,
even if it did originate among the flemi
mode of Paris. Pin ’em back ; draw them
tight and tighter, Nit side-wiso, resent
impertinent stares—in short just have your
own sweet way ns usual. We ean stand it
if you ean. Pin ’em back ! — Rem Orleans
Bulletin.
“You run this paper, Jo yon ?” said a
sad faced mun, as he lugged a cowhide into
a western edito i J room. “I’ve liven want
ing to see the biggest liar in Missouri for
some time, an’ now—oh, now 1” And then
the editor got np and tumbled him down
on top of a olothing sign on the first floor,
and when on with an article on the re
sources of the eoentvy