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THE WEEKLY CONSTITHTIGiT, TUESDAY, MAT 2. 1882.
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Lynch, tlie Mississippi negro, is seated in
the national house of representatives. He
was admitted by a strict party vote, and all
the time wasted in the discussion of his ad
mission might as well have been saved.
Thf. Baptist convention at Americas lias
separated and Griffin is to be the next place
of meeting. The present session lias been
marked by a pleasant harmony which has
in no way been disturbed. The work has
been arduous and delicate but has been well
and skilfully handled.^
It is a sufficient answer to those who know
notidng of Mr. Stephens’s intention to quote
the understanding that exists in his entourage
that if lie rans for governor he runs as the
candidate of the democratic party pure and
simple; and not on any catchpenny claptrap
arrangement of a fugleman and a bombarbier
or two which calls itself a party and shouts
for anyone and everyone to come and stand
as its nominee.
At last Georgia knows how much her rivers
and harbors are to have. Two hundred thou
sand dollars for Savannah is very little, while
$88,000 for the Coosa is very much, in compari
son, especially when the upper Chattahoochee
gets nothing; and to the lower river only
$20,000. But in view of the general and
strong assault on the appropriation of the
northern rivers and harbors, Georgia is fortu
nate in getting what she has.
Doitoitekty county makes an excellent
showing this year, and adds another to the
list of Georgia counties which have a balance
iu the bank. Over sixty-two per cent of the
school population attended school, and the
commissioner reports a growing interest in
public schools, and that they are becoming
more efficient. There could he no better
sign of progress than this, and it is gratifying
to the state at large to see counties make such
a showing.
Emerson, the greatest author, both as t hink
er and writer, that America lias produced, is
dead. As Carlyle has produced the greatest
impression on latter day Englishmen, so the
minted gold of Emerson’s crisp and weighty
sentences have become current among men
who think in the United States. No man has
been more the representative of the Ameri
can thought and tendency of to-day. What
Goethe was to the Germany of the forties
that is Emerson to Americans of the eighties.
He has left a deep and indelible mark and an
imperishable name.
Our Washington correspondent makes an
•important announcement to-day.. Some time
ago, on Mr. Stephens’ authority, we made the
announcement that he had determined to re
tire from polities. As Mr. Stephens says of the
announcement which we then made, it was
his sincere purpose to carry it out; but he has
now yielded to pressure, and after delibera
tion he answers the questions propounded to
him by our correspondent some days ago, by
saying that he will enter the gubernatorial
canvass if the wish is general for him to do so.
In oilier words, Mr. Stephens is in the race
for governor.
Bis. I’owell’s talk on insanity in Georgia
presents some striking points. There arc in
all 930 patients in the state jay 1 urn, of which
223 are colored. Among the latter, Ur. Bow-
ell says, insanity is increasing with amazing
rapidity. The illustrations which the learned
superintendent uses are familiar enough to
those who come much in con
tact with the negro. Before the war
idiocy was the only form of mental aliena
tion to be found' among them. Now drink
ing, grief and loss of property takes hundreds
to the asylum when none went before. There
is a strikfng lesson in these facts for such as
choose to read between the lines. Of insanity
in general in .Georgia Dr. Bowell says the
rate is one to the thousand or fifteen hun
dred. This rate is lower than that ot the av
erage, which is one to eight hundred; while
• in some states, especially in New England,
the rate was as high as one in five hundred
Undoubtedly the simple, natural lives led by
the majority of our people preserves their
mental as well as their physical health.
DEMOCRATIC EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE
We print elsewhere a call for the meeting
of the state democratic executive commit
tee issued yesterday by Chairman Trammell
The day of meeting is set for the 18th of
May, and as business of importance will
be brought to tne attention of the commit
tee, it is desirable that there should be a full
attendance. The meeting of the committee
will not take the shape of a secret caucus.
It is to be held by gentlemen who have
been regularly appointed by the representa
tives of the people to look after the organ
ization and interests of the democratic party,
and their deliberations will he in the direc
tion of and have for their end and aim, the
political welfare of every citizen.
VAGRANTS AND SPRING CHICKENS.
With spring chickeus selling at one dollar
apiece iu our restaurants—with butter bring
ing forty cents a pound—with eggs at twenty
cents a dozen—beef at eighteen cents a pound
—vegetables, berries and fruit in good demand
at good figures—with these prices ranging in
' the markets and good land at nominal rent in
the suburbs, there is no excuse for vagrancy
in Atlanta.
There is notan able-bodied man in this city,
white or black, who cannot make a good living,
and more than a living, by raising fruit,poultry
and vegetables for the city trade. Almost any
sort of farm can be had at almost any price,
on almost any terms, and warranted to pro
duce almost anything that grows. It will re
quire hard work and close living to make it
pay—hut no work is as bard as idleness, and
no living is as close as that which comes by
charity or pilfering. In the meantime we go
on importing our chickens from Tennessee,
our buttA- from New York, our beef from the
west, our berries from Thomasville, and our
vegetables from Florida.
THE SMALL-POX OVER.
For five days there has not been a single
new case of small-pox in Atlanta.
Every person wlio has the disease is put in
absolute quarantine, and as more than a
week has elapsed since the last of them was
confined, and since any citizen has been ex
posed, we are reasonably safe in presuming
that the disease has spent its force, arid that
we shall have no more trouble with it. Every
single case in the city is traceable directly to
the one case of Myra Hightower or cases
springing from it. This case came from an
imported one. The city is thoroughly vac
cinated. At one time there were seven
centres from which the disease might have
spread—i. e., there were seven cases in dif
ferent localities to which different sets of
people were exposed. The fact that only
six new cases resulted from the hundreds of
exposures to these seven coses is pretty good
evidence that our people were even then
fairly protected. Since then, during the
past week, at least 4,000 additional people
have been vaccinated.
We ask simple justice to Atlanta that our
contemporaries of the state press will lay
these facts before their readers. From these
facts the presumption is-plain that the worst
of the small-pox scare is over, and that the
chances are that not another case will he de
veloped.
UNRIPE AND STALE VEGETABLES.
A leading physician discoursed with the
writer yesterday on the severe sickness that
prostrates so many of the people of Atlanta in
the spring of every year. He said that for
ten years, beginning about the middle of
April, there was a small epidemic of dysen
tery, that occasionally took a typhoid form,
and was always troublesome and dangerous.
He had noted the steady increase of this
trouble season after season until it has become
a serious matter.
Of course the cause of the trouble is the
indiscriminate eating of stale and unripe
fruit and vegetables. It is the commonest
thing to see on the stand and at the. grocery
stores truck that is wilted, shrivelled and im
mature—berries that are sickly and green.
These are sent out on order—the housekeeper
to whom they go never sees them until they
come on the table—and sickness in the fam
ily is the result. There is nothing healthier
than fruit and vegetables when they are ripe
and tresh. But there is nothing more certain
to produce disease than the same things when
they are not ripe and fresh. As to the dys
entery itself, several cases have been fatal in
the past few years. It yields easily to control
if the physician is called in upon the first
symptoms. A very short delay, however,
makes a very serious difference. So, if you
will eat vegetables that ought not to be eaten,
he sure to have your physician within call
THE CARP FISHERIES IN GEORGIA.
Three years ago there was probably not one
hundred fish ponds in Georgia. There are
now over twenty-live hundred.
These ponds are for the main part stocked
with carp. The carp movement was started
in Georgia by The Constitution, under the
guidance and encouragement of Professor
Baird and Dr. Cary. They advised us that
there was in it a great and profitable industry.
Upon investigation we thought it promised
well, and we gave the public the suggestions
and figures at at our disposal.
It has been fairly demonstrated
that we were right. The carp
flourishes in Georgia waters beyond expecta
tion. In hundreds of ponds the young fish
have at the end of the year averaged four to
five pounds in weight and some few’ have
been found to weigh over seven pounds. A
half dozen pair have been found sufficient to
stock a two acre pond to the swarming point
in three years. Besides being prolific and
hardy the carp is a fine table fish. It is of
good flavor and fiber and really surpasses the
public estimate, which was based on the idea
that so fast a grower must be coarse grained.
There is no prettier or more profitable
thing on the farm than a well-kept fish pond,
Our correspondents have drawn some ravish
ing pictures of the beauties of the artificial
lakes with which so many rural homes in
Georgia are decked, and it is doubtful if there
ie any man in the state whose pond was fairly
built and has been properly tended that would
be without it for ten times its cost. The carp
is the ideal pond fish—the streams of our state
make splendid ponds—and there is no reason
why we should not have 5,000 of these minia
ture lakes in the next few years. An acre of
land will pay more in cash and in pleasure, in
use and beauty, put under water and stocked
with carp than planted in any crop that
grows.
SUN STORMS AND AURORAS.
From the New York Sun.
The great sun spot which was visible a few
days ago without telescope, and which there is
strong reason to believe was connected with the
splendid auroras and great magnetic disturbances
of last week, is now nearing the western edge of
the sun, where, through the effect of foreshorten
ing it is no longer visible without optical aid. In
the telescope it is still a wonderful object.
Reports from observatories in various parts of the
country showed that it has been noticed and closely
studied by the astronomers. On the 16th instant,
when it was approaching the centre-of the disk, it
exhibited the greatest disturbance. A portion of
the sun’s surface more than a thousand million
square miles in extent was heaving and whirling
and tossing under the tremendous forces at work.
Chasms, some of which by measurement were sev
eral thousand miles across, yawned within this
area, their jaaged and shining edges and deep pur
ple abysses showing splendidly even in small tele
scopes. Bright tongues projected from the sides
over the central chasms, and in some places narrow
bridges of snowy whiteness crossed them. These
holes were of every conceivable site and shape, and
around them all was the vast penumbral shade,
resting like a veil upon the face of the sun, and in
dicatingto the trained observer the limits and ex
tent of the great depressed area in wnich the still
deeper chasms were formed.
All the minor features of the great spot were con
tinually changing. An hour s watching revealed
changes which, though slight compared with the
vast extent of the spot, appeared marvelous when
a little figuring showed the rapidity of the motions
that were taking place.
The evening of the 16th
could be watrhed till it touched the horizon. The
tremendous disturbances that had revealed them
selves during the afternoon continued at sunset.
The astronomers pm up their telescope to wait for
the morning, when the study of the great spot could
be renewed; but hardly had the twilight faded be
fore in the north, in the direction of one of the
earth’s magnetic poles, a pale green light began to
glow, and presently an arch was formed, and then
the mysteriouscurta'ne of the aurora were silently
•vayed aud shaken in the heavens.
At the same time the telegraph lines and the At
lantic cable were crippled, and the magnetic see
die showed the greatest excitement. The effects of
the great sun spot, or rather the effects of the forces
which produced it. were being feltbv the earth,
and it was responding to the magnetic 'thrill com
municated from the sun.
The groat spot continued during the week to show
signs of intense activity, and almost every night
the auroral streamers were shaken in the north,
although the first display of Sunday night was un
equalled by any that followed. That the magnetic
disturbance did not cease so long as the auroras
Listed, those whose business suffered through de
lays in the telegraph know too welt
At first sight it seems a startling proposition to
assert that the sun has in its power thus to inter
fere with the workings of the Atlantic cable, and
to Interrupt to no slignt extent the correspondence
and business between two continents. Nothing
that the ancient fable makers related of Phirbus
and his car of Day was more wonderful than this.
It would be yet more startling, however, if those
who believe that the tornadoes and other atmos
pheric disturbances, which have made this month
of April remarkable in meteorological annals are
also due to the disturbances in the sun, could es
tablish their theories as scientific facts.
The power of the sun is only just beginning to be
appreciated, even by men of science, and it re im
possible to predict where the study that is now be
ns; concentrated upon this subject will end.
Science has to-day no more splendid aud promis
ing field open to it.
A NICKEL-PLATED HOME.
From the Chicago Tribune.
“N'ust I really go, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” replied Lillian McGuire, placing her
shapely white hand in his, and looking into his
face with a tender earnestness that showed the true
womanliness of hci nature; “it is better, far better
for both of ns that we should part fotever,” but as
she spoke the hot tears of paiu welled up into her
beautiful brown eyes—those eyes that had witched
with their bright glances and dreamy tenderness so
many men—and with a little sob of pain Lillian’s
head was bowed upon George W. Simpson’s shoul
der in an ecstacy of grief.
“Couldn’t you put a ten-year limit on your bill,
darling?” asked the young man,’.bending gently
over the little head that was pillowed so trustingly
just under his left ear; “I certainly ought to have
as a good a chance as a Chinaman.’ ’
A low moan of pain and a convulsive shake of the
little head was the only response.
But George was not to be dollied so easily. “Can
not have one hope?” he said, “one little nickel-
plated. 10-cent hope?”
Lillian lifted her head and looked at him stead
ily. “Perhaps.” she said, in .cold, Baflian’s bav
tones, “you would drop if a house fell on vou, but
I begin to doubt it. Know then, since you will
have it, that tinder no circumstances can i ever ac
cept your proffered love, tor I am a packer's daugh
ter, and packers’ daughters come high”—this with
a haughty expression that lower-case type cannot
convey.
George XV. Simspson saw at once that this proud
beauty had been making a plaything of his love.
The revelation was a terrible one, but he bore it
bravely.
“Very well,” he said, in husky, haven’t-had-a-
drink-in-two-hours tones. “You have stamped
with the iron heel of seorn upon the tender violet
of my budding love, but some day, when your
children—little winsome brats with sunny smiles
and an assortment of colic that will keep you up
three nights every week—arc climbing upon your
knee until you are in danger of becoming knee
sprung, you will perhaps remember, with a tinge
of sadness in the recollection, how you toyed
with the love of a loyal, trusting, Cook-County
heart, and threw torever over a young
and happy life the black pall of a disappointed
hope and crushed ambition. 1 have seen the roses
ol my love wither and waste away until they lie
shriveled and blighted by the dusty roadside of life,
end you can bet that I feel pretty tough about it. J
have seen my beautiful and stately Ship of Hope,
with its tall, shapely masts and towering wings of
snowy canvass, that sailed away so buoyantly and
bravely over the shimmering sea not many months
ago, come back to me a shapeless wreck—the taper
ing spars that were so white and clean, now jagged
and broken, and to them clinging the dark sea
weeds. while of the sails that rivaled the clouds in
lleecy purity there remain only blackened shreds
that tlap dismally in the moaning wind, whose
voice seems to sound the requiem and dirge of my
dead and buried love. I have got the boss wreck,
and don’t you forget it.”
Lilian looked at him steadily for a moment. “Do
ou mean these words you have spoken, George'."’
she asked.
“You can bet your life I do,” he answered in low
passionate tones,
“And do you really love me so dearly?”
“Wed, I should gasp.” was the reply, a pearly
tear glistening in George’s off eye.
“Then,” said Lillian, twining her arms about his
neck, “I will roost on your knee next Tuesday
enlug as usual. Papa would never forgive me
if I let a man who can talk like that go out of the
family.”—From “His Bony Bride,” by Murat Hal
stead.
TOO MUCH FIREWATER.
BILL ARP
Town is a bad place to raise rti^gers and 1 hil-
1 dren. Bill Aep.
TELLS OF THE WHIPPOORWILL’S
COMING.
A Full-Blooded Apache who Ilna Adopted all the
Castoma of Civilization.
From tiie X. Y. Star.
Among the batch of “drunks” at the Jefferson
Market court yesterday morning was a full-blooded
Apache Indian. Officer Seaman of the fifteenth
precinct had found the native Americac-struggiing
to balance himself on Broadway at a late hour Sat
urday night. He was dressed in ordinary street
costume, but his hair was remarkably black and
glossy.
“ I have an Indian for yon this morning. Judge,
spoke up the officer, as he approached the desk. .
“ You have, have you? Let’s see him.” said the
Justice. Oflicer Seaman placed his prisoner at the
bar.
What is your name?” asked the magistrate.
John Holiday,” answered the man of the
plains. *
“ You are all holiday,” responded the court, and
asked: What do you work at?”
“ I am employed as servant to General James M
Ingalls at Governor’s Island.”
“ How did you come to get drunk last night ?”
“I had been entertained by some friends up
town, took too much ”
“ Firewater?”
“Yes, sir: wishing to return to the Island before
it was too late I started to go down Broadway, but
this officer interferred with my progress.”
“You know the city, then pretty well.?”
“ Oh yes. Judge; I have been here several years.
“Whisky has played, the deuce with the In
dian, as it does with the white man. If I let
you go will you promise to let it alone in the fu
ture?”
“I will.”
“You can go home and tell the General where
you slept last night.” The Apache felt glad, but
looked as if he would not carry out the latter in
junction.
WHAT HANNAH SAID TO ICHABOD.
From the New Haven Register.
“Well, there's one thing I’m thankful for,” said
Hannah Smiley, as she laid aside her work apron
and prepared to sit down with her knitting for the
evening. “We haven’t got to move thisyear.”
“That’s so, Hannah,” said Ichabod. “It’s a ter
rible job to move, that’s a fact. Lemme see. We
moved into this house seventeen years ago next
first o’ May, didn’t we?”
“Nineteen years ago, I think,” suggested Han
nah.
“Well, bless me; how time does fly, to be sure.
I guess you’re right. Nineteen years ago. Children
all living at home then. Jehial nor May wasn 1
either of 'em married; an’ now some o’ their cbil
dren are in the high school.”
“Having more advantages than their fathers and
mothers had, I’ll warrant.”
“Perhaps so, perhaps so, but speakin’ ’bout
moving. It don’t seem as if I ever eould move
out of this house. Why, I know every iog and
plank and door jamb in the house. I can go all
over the place in the dark.”
“I thought you went all over the house that
night you got up to turn the cat out doors and
fell yonr whole length down the back stairs.”
It was cruel in Hannah to thus cut short Icha-
bod’s little game of brag, but he retaliated by sud
denly growing surloy aud remaining quite* gruff
the rest of the evening.
was clear, aud the sun
FaTH AND TRUST.
For The Constitution.
As minutes into hours grow.
And years build up on days:
As streamlets into rivers flow,
Conjoining on their ways:
So grows the faith my nature feels
Into a perfect trust;
So run the thoughts no guile conceals,
Resistless, as they must.
With Faith a fixed and certain star.
Which floods its lambent light
Until all other feelings are
But shadows In Its night;
And Trust a perfect resting place
Whereon the soul mav lean.
No higher sense of living grace
Could in its place be seen.
P. J. Horan.
MR. JOYNER’S DEATH
Peace and Resignation-Sympathy and Suffering
and Love ot Our FeUow.Uen—Senator Sill, Sen
ator Brown and Al-zander H. Stephen*—
The Wear and Tear of Ambition.
ritten for The Constitution.
The whippoorwill has come at last and that
a good sign that cold winds and chilly-
nights are over. It is a sweet, sad note they
sing, and I like to sit in the piazo after supper
and hear them echo their plaintive music to
one another all around us. It sounds like
peace and resignation and subdues our feel
ings and harmonizes us to the day’s troubles
and disappointments. Solomon says it is
better to go to the house of mourning than
the house of feasting. Well, I suppose that
depends on how often a feller goes and how
long he stays and how old a man he is. Too
much feasting will surfeit anybody’, and it
takes less of it to salivate an old man than a
young one, but still these sad and plaintive
tunes come over us mighty gently and seem
to last longer than a rolicking, frolicking fid-
dlededee sort of music. All kinds have their
times and their fitness and one emotion was
given us to follow another and we ought to
enjoy them all if we could. The fuueral
dirge is as much a part of life as the wedding
bells, and we must take ’em as they come.
We must weep with those who weep. Sym
pathy is a refining sort of thing—sympathy
for- the sick and sufiering and for anybody’ in
trouble. It brings us close to our nabors and
smooths over old animosities, and brings com
fort and strength to both sides. I have great
respect for folks who have an abundance of
shore enough sympathy. I knew a man once
vho wasen’t much account, and made no
igure in life, but he was always on hand at
1 funeral—an humble and silent mourner
with the family of the dead. And one day
he died himself, and I thought that may be
the same epitaph that let Ben Adem into
heaven would let him in, for he loved his
fellow men.
WE ABUSE ONE ANOTHER
A good deal, especially about election times,
ana whenever the good Lord prospers a man
we join in with the devil and slander him,
but when the Lord lays his hand heavy upon
him we get sorry right straight. I was a ru
minating over this whilst the whippoorwill
was singing, for I had just read that Ben Hill
and Joe Brown were in a critical condition,
and their lives were hanging on a slender
thread, and it made me feel how helpless
even a great man was in the hands of his
reator. There comes a time when fame,
and wealth, and power, and ambition all sur
render, and sometimes it conies so soon, so
unexpected—too soon, indeed, the way we see
it, for the state and the country can ill afford
to lose those men now. The war brought
about much bitterness, but time is a wonder
ful doctor. Time balances all accounts, and
the day has come, thank the Lord, when the
old men, and most of the middle-aged have
forgotten and forgiven—y r ea, and done more
than that, for they’ have reviewed their own
mistakes and ask about as much forgiveness
for themselves as they’ show to others. If Ben
Hill, and Alek Stephens and Joe Brown can
forgive one another and meet in kindly
brotherhood who else should complain.
THAT TRIO OF STATESMEN
Have made their marks upon our history.
They have been great from the beginning of
their public lives. They have been bold and
aggressive. They have been leaders of the
people and the people have followed them
and honored them. But, now, all of a sud
den, it looks like their time is up. They are
about to retire—may be to home and hearth
and quiet and the communion of kindred and
friends. We hope so—but, may be, like the
traveller, a night’s lodging or a few days’ rest
is all. They are not old men. They ought
to be in their prime of mental vigor, but,
nevertheless, they have lived a great deal—
few men have lived more. Old Parr
died when he was one hundred and
thirty-six, but Old Parr hardly lived
at all. He was an infant compared
with some men who died young. The
age of a man is nothing if he accomplishes
nothing. Old Dr. Johnson said that every
man could do something for posterity. He
could plant a tree, if he did nothing else, and
the shade of it and the fruit of it would com
fort somebody when he was dead. My idea of
a successful life is fora man to do ali tiie good
he can conveniently and consistent with his
position and circumstances. I don’t believe
ne is in duty bound to hunt after it—to make
a missionary of himself—but every man has a
circle that he moves in, and within that he
ought to give as much pleasure and do as
much good as poossible, and be very quiet
about it.
NOBODY OUGHT TO LIVE
on a strain. Ambition develops great men,
but the wear and tare of it is not good for a
man’s health or his happiness or the happi
ness of his family. It is better to live in tne
country and enjoy pure air and good water,
and not see too much society. Folks can see
society until they have no pleasure at home,
A country life secures good health, and that
is worth more than fam.3 or money. I was a
thinking about my nabors, and I don’t know
one who has to go to the springs. There are
no livers out of order—no dyspepsia or bron
chitis—no Graham bread or oatmeal por
ridge—no dieting except when we haven’t
got as much to eat as we want to eat. I see
that tiie northern people are discussing the
propriety ot eating no more meat and lost
of em are quitting it and say they feel better
and better every day. Thats because they
are puny and delicate and dont work out of
doors but they will never convert a man who
labors “in the field to refuse a nice beefsteak
or fried chicken or boiled ham and greens for
dinner. There are some habits that come
down to us from Adam and they are going to
stick. I dont know exactly about Adam but
Abel eat sheep meat and Isaac eat venison
and the Lora said to Noali, “Every moving
thing that liveth shall be meat for you.”
Country folks enjoy their food more than
anybody. Peas from the vine and potatoes
freshly dug and berries picked at home by the
children are better than town folks can buy
in the market. I reckon that Henry Grady
thought he enjoyed those strawberries at
Thomasville and he did sorter hut more of it
was imagination than fact.
NO MAN ENJOYS
food to perfection unless he gets tired be
forehand—tired from labor or exercise and
the pores get open from perspiration and
the craving for food to restore the waste
and the appetite is keen and sensitive. A
man who sets about town and talks, with
his feet on a chair or a table, never gets
hungry at all. He eats from habit and goes
to dinner because the bell "rang. Country
people are always hungry, and that’s the
reason the hoin blows a little before twelve,
and I’ve seen the plowman stop iu the mid- j
die of a row ana.make for the house as*
lively as a darky will mount his mule and 1
run from a little shower of rain. These ’
darkies amuse me. Every time a spriklc comes
they unhitch and mount and make for home
and gets wet a coming and the shower quits
bj tne time they got here, and when I ask
’em what they come for, they say “I was
afeerd of the thunder.” They don’t care a
cent about the lightning. The darkies
around here are a well-behaved, industrious
set and give us no trouble. I never knew ’em
to work as well. Last year’s failure of crops
set the tenant system back and they hire now
at reasonable wages. There is no small steal
ing going on that I hear of. Well, somebody
did steal two bee gums from nabor Freeman
the other night and dropped one iD the road,
but they was white men and we’ve got ’em
spotted! It is not the country negroes who
are making mischief now. It is the town and
city vagabonds who carry pistols and put on
airs ana impudence and go sporting round.
AfterFortx-Elgbt Ilou.a* SuR'crtnc from a Wonndln
tiie Ltins.
Mr. Alex Joyner died in his room over
Horsey’s hat store, at the corner of Line and
Pryor streets, Thursday night at 12:30 from
a knife wound inflicted by Romalies Shields,
a Degro man, Tuesday night last, near the
ice mill. On that night Mr. Joyner, m com-
iany with two friends, Messrs. Venable and
Jean, had been visiting some friends on Nel
son street, ami were returning home, when
Mr. Joyner received the wound of which he
died
As they were passing along Alabama street,
and when near the ice mill,- they were sud
denly met by Shields as lie rushed out of an
alley, running away from some one who
seemed to be pursuing him. Shields seeing
Mr. Joyner directly in front of him, sup
posed that he was there for tiie purpose
of stopping him, and with
an open knife rushed upon Mr. Joyner and
stabbed him in the left side, just under the
arm, penetrating the lung. Shields then
rushed at Mr. Dean, and after cutting his coat
in many places, made off.
Mr. Joyner’s wound was iustantly_ discov
ered alid' he was at once taken to liis room,
where Dr. Ridly examined the cut
and ascertained that it- was a had
one. At that time, whenever
Mr. Joyner would breathe the air would pass
out of the wound. The next morning early
Dr; Westmoreland was called in, and in a
short time he and Dr Ridley came to the con
clusion that Mr. Joyner's condition was a des
perate one.
The news of his injuries spread rapidly and
in a short time so many*had called to see the
boy who was so well known and so generally
iked that the physicians were compelled to
refuse any one admittance. Until Thursday
morning liis condition gave hopes of a recov
ery, but after that time lie began to sink aud
continued to sink until death claimed him.
Up to 9 Thursday night he was perfectly
conscious, but after that hour he knew noth
ing. His friends saw the end approaching,
and with a light step and downcast counten
ance they passed in and out of liis room look
ing for 'the last time upon the face of him
whom they had learned to love. Beside him
were liis best and truest friends in lite. Mr.
Ed McCandless, Mr: Sam Venable and Captain
Gay, and these then held hint as his last
breath passed away.
Mr. Joyner was' just twenty-two years of
age. He ' was a young man of rare business
qualification, and always during life con
ducted himself in such -a manner as
to win the confidence, respect and
love of all with whom lie met. He never
failed to do some act whereby trouble was
saved another and was never happier than
when doing a friend a kindness. For t he past-
five years he has been in Captain Gay’s
insurance otlice, which he entered
as an office boy. Since then he has filled
every position in that office and at the time
of his death was chief clerk. Never during
that time was he known to neg
lect a duty or to fail to lighten
the labors of others when an opportunity
was offered. He was faithful to every trust
and never violated any confidence vested in
him.
He leaves a father, two brothers and loin-
sisters to mourn his loss. Cap Joyner, the
city marshal, aud Mrs. Oliver and Mrs. Brown
were with him when he died.
OLD TI *ES.
A REMINISCENCE OF SOME CAMp.
BELL COUNTY WORTHIES.
The Quaint and Fietnresquo Village of Cambellton on
the Chattahoochee Thirty Years Ago—A Society
Svent—Jndgo K. C. Beavera—General
Austell—Colonel T. A. Latham.
Old Coins.
A gentleman in this city has a curious old coin
dated 1715.
The foregoing paragraph, which appeared
in yesterday’s Constitution, brought to light
a lot of curious old coins. Early in the morn
ing a representative of the paper met a gen
tleman from Cincinnati, who said: “I see you
mention an old coin this morning, but I can
beat it,” and drawing from his pocket his
purse he spilt its contents on a table.’“Here.”
he began, “is a coin of 1004. It is known as
the Lutheran coin, and its value is equal to a
crown. Here is a Roman copper coin of 540,
which has no value at this age. Then this odd
shaped piece of silver, with its uneven
five sides or edges, is equal to a fifty
cent coin to-day. It is known by coin col
lectors as a San Salvador coin. It was issued
in the second period. This is known”—pick
ing up another piece—“as Ptolonmic coin,
and I have. I think, the only complete collec
tion of these coins in the United States. Ihave
five pieces, and their values are 6 cents, 12)4
cents, 25 cents, 50 cents, 100 cents. Accord
ing to history, they must be 2,100
years old. They are, as you see,
full of Greek inscriptions. Then here is the
smallest coin known. You see it is hardly as
large as an agate button. Its value is one-
fourth of a cent. It is a Mexican coin and was
made during the days of. Santa Anna. But
here is a pattern of the rarest coin known, it
is a Queen Anne coin and can hardly be
found even in tiie copy. I have also this In
dia coin, but as I have never found any one
who could decipher thesi hierogliphics I
know nothing about its age or value.
A Queer Sight.
From the Marietta, Ga., Journal.
A queer sight was seen Tuesday morning
on the public square in Marietta. A little
black dog extracting the “fluid of life” from
a black animal wearing bristles upon her
back, and lying upon her side grunting her
satisfaction at the friendliness of the “purp “
THE INTERCEPTED KISS.
From the Boston Post.
’Tis very sweet
When maidens meet
And with tender kisses each other greet,
In fondest seeming
That sets to dreaming
The masculines who standand see’t;
It is a tantalizing scene,
For optics sensitive. 1 ween,
And lends an agony most keen
To those who vainly look and lean,
And vent, in envious gaze their spleen,
In futile pet,
Because their lot It had not been
The kiss to get.
It happened on a festal night.
When pleasure’s lamps were burning bright,
And joy’s effulgence lent its light,
' That Madeline,
Who graced the scene,
Caught of fuir Eleanor the sight.
Across the hall, arrayed in white.
A very queen;
And Eleanor, she.
Just then did see
Fair Madeline, with ecstacy—
A crowd between.
Then smiles were given, and waving bauds,
As potently ns magic wands,
Prompted the meet,
And through the intervening throng
They dashed with loving haste along.
On /airy feet,
With ardor and impatience strong
For tender greet.
I love to see the rapture deep
When maidens to reunion sweep:
Their souls, elate,
Anticipate,
And to the fond encounter leap.
Thus Eleanor and Madeline
Rush swiftly on, as we have seen,
Oft carroming on those between.
Who guess not the excitement keen,
Until they close,
then—well, it v
To imerpose!
Just as they met with pouting lips.
Sweet as the ro*e the bee-moth sips,
A kiss to share,
His hand a waiting gallant slips
Between the luscious labial tips.
And robs the pair!
Upon his hand the kisses press.
The baek and palm their warmth confess;
(And what his feelings we must guess)
Bank robbery ’twas, aud nothing lets,
Most flagrant of offenses:
’Twas getting goods, it was averred.
Of which so much is often heard,
On fraudulent pretences.
Then, seeing that it gave them pain.
He said he’d give it bacx again
If he was so commanded;
But, though confessing it a crime.
He justified it all the time,
Because ’twas open handed.
B. P. Shillaeer.
From the Fairburn, Ga., News-Letter.
A quaint and picturesque looking village—
the houses odd and old—the little red, olj.
fashioned court house standing like a sentinel
on some ancient castle, gaunt and spectre-
like without and grim and ghostly within—
on the’summit of a red and time washed and
astod hill, whose base is lashed by tiie seeth
ing, surging waves of the grandly rolling, or
kissed by the gentle ripples of tiie smoothly
flowing Chattahoochee—sits, like an owl
perched upon tiie trunk of a decaying pine,
the once proud and prosperous, but now
quaint and quiet little town of Campbellton,
the first -county site of Campbell county.
THIRTY YEARS AGO.
Thirty years ago Campbellton was one of the
most fashionable and aristocratic little towns
in Georgia—one where wealth prevailed to a
great extent, fashion ruled, and tiie social
scale was pitched on a high plane. Her citi
zens were high-strung and aristocratic; but
with all this, wealth was not the only pass
port. to good society, and brain and energy,
morals and respectability were considered
with regard to their true value: and rich and
poor, prince and peasant, combined in a social
element the standard of which was not
readied by many southern towns.
SOCIETY.
It can readily be realized, then, that a so
ciety composed of tiie wealth, the intellect
and' beamy of the town was not one likely
to forego the social pleasures of life; and
many were the hops, tea parties and elegant
dinners given and enjoyed by the youth and
beauty, the wit and wisdom of Campbellton.
Many of our older citizens will recall, with a
thrill of pleasure, the good old ante-bellum
days, when they, then in their joyous youth,
met and mingled in social intercourse, in
the festive dance—when heart, went out to
heart in a flow of mirth, of sympathy, and of .
love! Or when they gathered in tiie gloam
ing and told their tales of love, vowed ever
lasting fidelity to their hearts’ idols, and
painted in their fancy a bright and happy fu
ture, giving themeelves up to the ecstacy of
tiie moment, and dreamingnotof the changes
the inarch of time and the ravagts of war
would work in their lives and their homes.
And when their memory reverts to those hap
py scenes of the past, tney can but exclaim:
O, temporal 0, mores!”
These thoughts were presented to our mind
by accidentally coming up with the following
invitation to a
COTILLION PARTY IN CAMPBELLTON.
Tiie pleasure of your company is respect
fully solicited at a cotillon party, to be given
at Masonic hall, at Campbellton', Wednesday
evening, the 27th instant.
SENIOR MANAGERS.
Reuben C. Beavers, Colonel Thomas A. La
tham, General Alfred Austell, Major James
M. Cantrell.
JUNIOR MANAGERS
William J. Garrett, Joseph B. Camp, Wil
liam M. Butt, Henry A. Green.
Dr. Thomas C. Glover, floor manager.
Campbellton, December lit,h, 1854.
Of tiie nine gentlemen named in the com
mittees—all of whom were then or afterwards
became. prominent citizens only three are
now living. They are:
1st. Judge Reuben C. Beavers, the present
efficient ordinary of Campbell county, who
was elected to that position in 185ti, having
previously served a considerable time as one
of the judges of the inferior court, which
court, up to 1852, conducted thd business now
transacted by the ordinary. Judge Beavers
lias thus been in office continuously for twen
ty-six years and has ever discharged his du
ties with ability and in that high minded,
honest and Straightforward manner which
has long been a characteristic Of the man.
2d. Wm. J. Garrett, who is now a popular
and prosperous wholesale grocery merchant
in Atlanta. He is an upright, honorable
man, and highly esteemed by all who know
him.
3. Joseph B. Camp,who now lives in Arizona.
Mr. Camp was for a long time a popular citi
zen of this county, and was her first ordinary,
serving from 1852 to 1850,
The remaining six are dead.
GENERAL AUSTELL.
General Alfred Austell came to this county
a poor boy, with nothing but his indomitable
will, energy, jjerseverance and business tact,
hut possessing these in a rate degree. With
these as his stock in trade, he accumulated
wealth rapidly, and died in Atlanta last year
possessed of immense riches. He was presi
dent of the First National bank from its es
tablishment to tiie time of his death.
Colonel Thomas A. Latham was a lawyer of
rare ability, an honorable gentleman and a
good citizen. During his life he represented
ms county in the legislature and his district
in the state senate. Colonel Latham died in
1862. His sons are now among our most use
ful citizens.
Major James M. Cantrell was for a time a
merchantJn Campbellton, doing business in
partnership with Air. Garrett. He afterwards
went to farming, and was for a long time one
of Campbell’s. most prominent and progressive
farmers. Major Cantrell was a delegate (as
was also Thomas C. Glover) to the secession
convention; he also served for a time as county
treasurer. He died in 1867, from the effects
of an injury received by being thrown from a
buggy by a runaway horse. Major Cantrell’s
widow is now the honored wife of Mr. S. W.
Reynolds, of Fairburn.
William M. Butt was killed at the second
battle of Manassas in 1862. He was captain
of Company A, 21st Georgia regiment, suc
ceeding Captain Glover. He was an honest
man, a true patriot and a good soldier.
Henry A. Green was killed under the forts
at Washington in 1861. He lived the life of
a noble man, and died the death of a brave
soldier. Could aught more be said in his
praise.
Ilr..Thomas C. Glover left Campbellton as
captain of the company aftewards com
manded by Captain 3utt—the famous “Glov-
e £ s . com .P an y”—the mere mention of which
thrills with patriotic emotions the hearts of
many citizens of Campbell to-day. A com
pany of braver men ne’er drew battle blade in
defense of their homes and a cause they held
dear. Captain Glover was afterwarts promo-
moted to lieutenant-colonel. He received a
wound at Winchester, Va., from the eftectsof
winch he died in 1861.
Thus we are passing away.
„ , Little Row.
t rom the Callionn, Ga., Times.
Little Row is a pleasant little village, sit
uated between Rome and Dalton, in a fine
running country. It has about twenty-five
families—one hundred and thirty inhabitants.
It is quite a business place; Messrs. Marsh &
Kmg are doing a fine business in general mer
chandise. We have not only a fine store, but
a school, two blacksmith shops, a shoe, har
ness and saddle shop. At the store you may
buy anything you want at Rome prices; you
can have anything made at the blacksmith
sjops in the way of farming implements;
also wagons, buggies, carriages, furniture and
aimost anyt hing to be had in a first-class town.
Mr. B. H. Green is teaching the young idea
how to shoot, or, as he terms it, liow to hit.
Tie says he is going to start a female college.
. , n Saturday evening quite an interesting
sight was witnessed in front of StokelvA Wil
liams store. It was the hiving of a runaway
swarm of bees. Mr. Klihu Hall held his liat
tt.P^tjastick while Air. Starling vigorously
tinkled a, cow bell. The bees were successfully
taken in” ana now they are improving each
shining hour in the back yard of Air. .Roberts.