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Prict’ctc.'gti'arinU.cC >nntlesef Appiiti? Clinch, Camden. Charlton. Coffee, Echols, Giynn. iri**rty, Pierce, Ware, and Wayne. octal-ly W. R. PHILLIPS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Blavkmhear, Ga* octJI-ly BLACKSHEAR, GA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 30. 1870. A Winter Morning Idyl. Hunting the darkness everywhere. The snow ban clothed the moonless air Through the long hath of night; And now with morn the woodlands fill Their solitude, bow bright! how still!— The valley hides in light! The sunrise through oar window sees Illumined towers, illumined trees, That melt in silver gleams, Where the weird artist of the night. To give the child a new delight, flas tried to pafc t its dreams ’ The trees with druiping sparkle! glisten Beside oar door; and—see them! listen !— A dozen boys, aglow, Warm-blooded, full of buoyant life, Mingle, knee-deep, in merry strive— Mock battles with the snow ! Losing the winter in their joy ; What shouts! what laughter I Yonder boy, A champion lithe and tall, Compels his oorps with instaut will— Am avalanche charge! Bat, massed and Still, These neither fly nor fall! One little rogne, so cunning-shy, Powders the large boy in his eye: With quick-averted face Another throws- a cap is flying : To escape the ball another trying Slips in soon-lost disgrace ! Who, smiling, watches, eager, there ? An old man—hoar-frost in his hair, But flower-warmth in his heart— At yonder window, peering through Joins in Vb* baruv h*«tl*. too. \ His boyhood taking part f — J. J. Piatt. BAYARD TAYLOR. Edmund C, Ntedmnn’s Reminiscence* si the Dead Paet, Journalist and Traveler. Edmund O. Stedman, the poet, gives the following reminiscences of the late Bayard Taylor in the New York Tri¬ bune . "The causes which led to his death at this time," said Mr. Stedman, after a pause, "date back several years. When he returned from Europe then, he found his real estate and personal property largely though depreciated and encum¬ bered, and near the age of fifty, he again found lumeelf forced to tolera¬ bly hard work It to support his family and position. with his resolute was this hard work, coupled purpose, however other 1 work might engross him, to keep up his more serious contributions to permanent literature, that ultimately led to his He took great pride in his home his own house, * Cedar-croft,’and spent a great deal of money in its erection, : and that with the 200 acres of land whieb he owned and had greatly im proved, was a source of expense rather than income to him. He had a hand- 801116 competence when he went abroad, °* which he earned as a journalist, author and lecturer; never bis having earned any money except by pen. He de to maintain his property in Ken nett Square, and he set to work imme diately to pay off the debt. Dnring the last four years he nas accomplished this, his income amounting to from 812,000 to $18,CCtl a rear, but he ob tained it by very haru work. In fact, he had worked harder and accomplished more in that time than perhaps any other living literary man. He lectured each winter, in all sorts of weather, and in different parts of the country. He contributed largely to magazines and re views, and never more brilliantly, be sides doiDg a gTeat amount of regular work for the Tribune. He came from a long lived family, and hi* strength was very great, but he undertook too much, He did the work of two able-bodied men every day, and his health gave way under the great strain on one or two oocasiona. He was compelled to go to the White Sulphur springs sud other places for recuperation, but he forced nmmeli to work again before lie had fully recovered. During this time he wrote his last and most important poem, ' Prince Deukalion.’ It was a source of great trial to himself and of regret to his friends that he was unable to go ou with his * Life of Goethe,’ for which he had scoured material during The his last sojourn ble with in him Germany. inability, great trou¬ was his owing to his excessive labors, to take sufficient social recreation. His enemies, very few in number, have falsely attempted to make a point against him on this beer-drinking. account, charging It him his with exoessive was want of rec¬ reation and rest that killed him. He was forced to take some stimulus to support himself under exhausting labor, but he waa not an excessive beer-drinker as has been charged, though what he did take may have helped to develop his disease. " No man in the oountry oould do so much journalistic work, and do it so well in a given time, as could Mr. Tay¬ lor. He was remarkable in brilliant off¬ illustration hand feats of I literarjt; oritioism. Ah an might mention that about a taining year ago two large Victor octavo volumes,con¬ poems by Hugo, in the French, arrived by steamer and were placed in Mr. Taylor’s hands on Thurs¬ day evening. For some reason it was desirable that the oritioism should ap¬ pear in the Tribune of the following Saturday, be iu the printers’ and of course bands the early copy had Fri- to ou ' ty night. Mr. Taylor’s health was bad tu* She tin.*,, . ” he *2«o u the lyn meantime and another to d< fiver in New a lecture York. in He Brook¬ fin¬ ished bis review in time on Friday night, and it appeared in the- Tribune the following morning, covering more than two-thirds of a page. It was equal to any of his literary criticisms, and sur¬ passed any analysis of Hugo’s genius that I have ever seen. One remarkable feature of the review was over a column of translation into English poetry from the original, including several lyrics and idyls, so beautifully done that they seemed like original poems in the Eng¬ lish. “ Mr. Taylor was a man of wide and thorough learning, and was a much more exact scholar than would be supposed, Tonsidering that he was never at college and spent a great deal of time in travel and observation. He had a smattering of all languages. He was familiar with Latin and Greek, spoke French well, aod German like a native ; lie also oon veised in Russian, Norse, Arabic, Ital ian, and knew something of modern Greek. HiH knowledge of Greek was increased by his classical feeling, which, as with Keats, amounted almost to a passion. He was a good botanist, and somewhat of a geologist, and was an e» tablished authority on geographical questions. He was greatly interested in all scientific studies. "As a man he was a peer among his fellows. He was the most simple, gen erous-hearted man of letters I ever knew. He was the first literary man I met in New York, my acquaintance dating from the time he came and took me by the hand in 1860, after the publi | cation of one of my articles. He was never friends so happy as when surrounded by his in his own house. He had unbounded hospitality, and made his house the center of literary life in the city. New York will greatly miss him, anil just such a leader was needed to u ive encouragement to onr literary life, He was accused sometimes of egoism, but he was not egoistical in the proper sense of the term. He was frank and outspoken, and showed his feelings plainly, which gave rise to that charge, He always denounced shams and hum bugs, but I do not believe be ever did a mean act; and he Dever grew angry ex cept on account of the meanness of others. “ His private letters, of which I have NO. 47. a great uutuber, were far more delight¬ ful than his published ones. He was very careful iu his published letters not to feelings say anything distinguished that might wound the of persons from whom he received hospitality abroad. His private letters are full of the most interesting anecdotes and conversations wjth leading authors and magnates of other lands, and are charming in their clearness and eeprit. His faults, and wo all have them, were rather of a lova¬ ble nature. He cared moet for his repu¬ tation as a poet, and his books on travel and novels were a secondary matter with him. Tall Stories. A friend of the " Drawer ” was a so¬ journer in Ireland dnring the past sum¬ mer, and of course visited the lakes of Killarney. He set out for the Gap o( Dunloe, which is a wild mountain pass, intending to walk through it to the upper lake, which is the usual mode of approach for the tourist. While thus proceeding, the little hut or cabin occu¬ pied by Kearney, a descendant of the far-lamed Kate that dangerous becuty of long ago, and situated at the base of a mountain, was passed. As our friend approached of it, the guide- a genuine specimen and that race which springs green flower vigorous from the "first of the earth and first gem of the ■ea ’’—began his legends about the lo¬ cality : "Do ye see that meuntain,” said he, " behind the cabin there t —I mane Kate Kearney's leas daeindaat's oabiu. Well, it’s no nor *>• 5ssg 4 Rgy^.y; feet high, and it is wyll known that whin Kate Kearney from the top of it un¬ loosed her nair, it touched the base there fornint you. " ••is it pos rible?” said our friend, " Indade, youYairom it is, sir ; but shure I see that America; and as for stories, li’s notVorth while te be tellin’ thim to one your peop le. Didn’t I oome wid some gintlemm fr om the States to this place a short time ago, and suoh stones I never heard in my life as they gave me. I wondher it f hey could be throe f And wondhering I have been ever since I heard thim, what wondher ful places and things ye must have there? I wondher if the stories were tbrue? ’’ again said the guide, if as car¬ ried to the depths of doubt and reflection. " What are the stories ? ” said our friend. "Shure,"said the guide, "Ioouldn’t be tellin’ all the stories in a short ride like this ; but oue of thim has struck my heart and soul, and I’ll Diver forget it— niver, niver! I wondher if it can be thrue!" " Well, let us hear it, said our friend, "and we will decide. told "Well/' said the guide, " afther I them some of my tales, shure they began to give me back the woudhers, and one of thim—a very dacent-lookin* man he was, and not given, I should tbi«>k, to lyin’—began to tell of the splendid holels yez have in America, and—I’ll never forget it—told me that there was one in New York celled the Fifth Avenue hotel, and that it was three miles and a half loDg ; not only that, sir, but that the waitturs rode round on ponies servin' the guests! I wonder if that was throe ? ’’—Harper’* Magazine.. Judge Wendell went fishing MIC Trnckee, Cal. The stream was almost dry, and he oould walk over its rocky bed between the pools. He sat down on a bowlder and dropped his line into a pool. Looking Suddenly he beard a tremendous roar. up stream, be saw a vast body of water, eight feet high, rushing down upon him. A dam had broken away. He ran as fast as he could, yet not very swiftly, being fat and short¬ legged. The water quickly overtook him and carried him nearly a quarter of a mile, finally throwing him on the bank so nearly drowned that he waa thought to be dead.
