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About Weekly chronicle & sentinel. (Augusta, Ga.) 1866-1877 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 10, 1875)
010 SERIES—VOt. trail REHI SERIES—VOL. XIXII. Ctjronicl* anD £rntmtl. WEDNESDAY NOVEMBERJO, 1875 TUB AUVA.VCE fld ENT. For hnndreds ol years poets have sang the praises of Antnmn. Autumn is upon us now. Autumn with its glorious skies, its bracing breath, its bleeding clusters, its smiling harvests and its russet leaves. But under every rose there lurks a thorn. Within the fairest.fruit the can ker is at work. The bloom of beauty ilf-conceals the frightful tortnre of the tie-back. And so in Autprnn there comes along with ripening corn and golden grain, with pnrple sunsets and with cloudless skies—there comes a fiend who puts to flight the sweetest pleasures of the bright October days. Puts to flight the pleasaut thoughts which come in Autumn’s train. Casta a shadow where the sunshine ought to be, and makes his helpless victims feel the mad dening horroia of the dog days. If this curse was universal, if jt blighted all alike, perhaps our plaints would not be heard. Misery loves company 'ti said, and rightly said. Looking get our owfi. The waters from the bitter fonntain taste not so bit ter if we see the chalice pressed to other lips. What comfort have we not all derived from the lines of Horace, which told ub that Pale Death with equal pace banged every door, from cottage up to palace. But alas ! the fiend which comes in Antnmn’s train to poison Autumn’s joys knocks only at one door. He curses but one class alone, and this he onrses horribly. The editors are the only sufferers. We allude to the advance agent of dramatic, musical, minstrel and cironH companies. On every editorial stair is heard his step; into every editorial room he brings consternation with his prosence. In comparison with him, insurance agents arc modest men, lightning rod peddlers retiring gentlemen, book can vassers unobtrusive individuals, the Old Man of the HeA an interesting as sociate, and the seven years itch a delightful companion. Sometimes they call themselves ‘‘advance agents,” sometimes “press agents,” sometimes “press directors;” but under any name the nuisance is the same. They come at any hour of the day and at all hours of the night. They come with bundles of marked newspapers, with pocket-books crammed with clippings, with scrap books swelling with criticisms. The editor must discontinue an article which may settle the fate of the nation; the city editor must abandon his notes of shocking suicide or brutal murder; the news editor must cease his clippings; the night editor must lay aside his tele grams; and, while they mentally devote the intrader to the iuferual gods, listen to tho never-varying tale which slips from the glib tongue of the advauce agent. Ho tells you that the Bouth has never before experienced such a sensa tion as that oreated by the appearance of this dramatic, that minstrel or the other oircus company. He beseeches yon to read, or, more intolerable still, reads to you the glowing compliments which the Bnngtnwn Bugle and the Hardscrabble Express showered upon the troupe with which he has tho good fortune to be oonneoted. He assures you that he was for many years oonneoted with the New York Tribune or Boston Globe as dramatic critio, and that he can consci entiously endorse his company as the finest on the continent. He comes not once but twenty times. He wishes ad vance notices, intermediate notices and final notices. He wishes extracts copied and commented upon. He demands fifty dollars worth of putflng for ten dol tars worth of advertising. He begs a “personal notioe” of his arrival in the city and an amount of prefatory lying in behalf of his company which would make death a relief to Annanias or Bapphira. With cheek of adamant and brow of brass, he calmly siHi and gives his orders until the unfortunate occu pants of the sanctum are made wild with auger uuil despair. Something must be done by newspaper men to protect themselves against this harass ing enemy. The Booardus kioker which was oonceived iu jest moat be made a stern reality. We have purchased one of the latest patent and most tremend ous power. Death in its most insidnous shape lurks beneath its cushioued seat and behiud its wooing arms. Shattered spinal columns and dislocated necks await the advance ageuts who come in Autumu's train to poisoa Autumn’s joys. NORTHERN IMMIGRANTS WANT ED. The ageuta of the Central Line of Boat* re ceived a telegram from A. K. Mii.uk. of Chicago. * tit mg fiat hi* colon; of one han dled and fifty perecne would lie in Eufaula yerterday, and asking that a boat be at that place to-day to carry them to Chattahoochee. \ With them are fifty children, making two him- I dred in all. They mean to settle in Eastern Florida, cultivate the soil and orange groves. 'The oolouy is said to be composed of the farm ing classes, who are seeking to better their oonditiou. This is rather an nnusual oourse for emigration to tarn, and we trust they may have such success as to induce many to follow. The above is taken from the Columbus Enquirer. Luke the Enquirer we trust that the success of this colony may be snob as to induce many Northern men to settle in the South. Instead of making so many strenuous and always unavailing efforts to procure European immigration perhaps it would pay us better to invite and encourage immigra tion from the North and East. The financial troubles which have affected the prosperity of the United States so Berionsly during the past two years have caused a considerable falling off in European immigration to this country. Besides, the Sonth is nuable to compete with the Great West and NortQwest in procming foreigu settlers. There is yet a broad tract of uninhabited conntry be tween the Mississippi River and Pacific Ocean. In this country, an empire in extent, the immigrant can get as much land as he needs for the asking from the Government. The great railway lines which have been built with Government subsidies own immense bodies of land which they are eager to sell at small prices and on long time to actual set tlers. Thongh the climate is harsh and rigorous; thongh the country is wild and barbarous; and thongh the soil is adapted only to the production of cer eala; the poor immigrant from Great Britain, Germany or Sweden prefers to cast his fortune there because he is given a home and the means of reaching it. Until all this vast expanse of territory shall be filled up the Sonth can not ex pect to get many European immigrants. We can not turn the tide in this direc tion; we may be benefited by the back water many years in the future. But if we turn onr eyes in another direction the prospect looks more cheer ing. If we work in another qnarter our efforts may be more successful. There are to-day iu the State of Georgia, alone, at least twelve million acres of unculti vated land available for farming pur poses. This land can be had at very low prices. It is capable of yielding under proper management a large return to the industry of the cultivator. It will produce an abundance of any thing, from rice on the aea coast, to to bacco in the mountain*. On it can be raised corn, cotton, wheat, oats, rye, rice, every kind of frait and every spe cies of vegetable. On it may be found j gold, iron, coal and copper. On it may ! be obtained water power and mill sites for manufacturing purposes. The State ! is traversed by a net work of railway j and telegraph lines which give cheap and easy communication with every por j tion of the country. There is a good pnblic school system in operation. The land is dotted with churches and col leges. The Oovernment is honest, the State debt small and taxation light Manufacturing is encouraged by exemp tion from taxation for a long term of years. Why should not the poor men, the men of moderate means, of New England and the Middle States, come to the Sonth to better their condition in stead of going to the savage wilds and perpetual frosts of the Northwest. New England and the Middle States can spare a half millioih of immigrants. These immigrants will come with a little money in their pockets and a determina tion to work and prosper. They will make Georgia rich, populous and power fnl. Annually thousands migrate to the West. The hard times now prevailing at the North will make many others seek migrants and we hope that they will try this State instead of Wyoming or Idaho. We know of few Northern men that have come to Georgia since the war who have not been satisfied and done well. A more favorable time for settling here than the present could not be chosen. The people of Georgia are rapidly realizing that the day of large farms and the exclusive culture of cot ton has passed away. The large plan tations are being divided into many small farms, and the owners are willing to sell or lease upon tho most favorable terms. The Northern settlers who may come to Georgia will be able to get good land without difficulty and in almost any part of the State they prefer. Tbe people of Georgia wish them to come. They will be treated kindly and hospi tably anS will have no canse to regret their choice. Will they come ? THE LESSON OF THE LATE FXBE. The New York Journal of Commerce asserts that all the fire insurance con ventions in the world, with their wise suggestions, cannot make headway against human stupidity and neglect. Particulars from the great fire at Vir ginia City put the chief blame on the head of the Fire Department. He mis directed their efforts at the beginning of the disaster, and a brisk wind, follow ed soon after by a failure of tbe water supply, left the town at the mercy of the flames. The engines were all burn ed, and this may mean that the firemen were cowardly iu abandoning them too soon, or brave in sticking to them to the last; but bravery or cowardice is of little consequence where ignorance is in command and the force is not disciplin ed. Every large fire calls out a great deal of advice, more or less valuable, to prevent the recurrence of suoh misfor tunes. This fire in Nevada, arising dis tinctly from the inoompetency of the de partment in the first plaoe, can only be met by one general recommendation. Nothing can supply the want of cool brains in a chief engineer, and united will and work in the men under him. Freedom from high winds (and Virginia City was fortunate in that respect, as we learn from the meteorological maps), aud an abundance of water and the best fire apparatus, are no security where the fire department is disorganized and weak. MERCANTILE FAILURES. The Philadelphia North American says the mercantile failures for nine uonths of the current year being pub lished by one of the mercantile agencies, the Financial and Commercial Chronicle endeavors to show that the aggregate lia bilities of the bankrupt firms, $131,272,- 503, amount to bnt a small fraction of the aggregate of business done in the country, which it estimates at $58,000,- 000,000. The faot is regarded with a sense of relief by many to whom the re curring failures have been depressing and disheartening. Bat the number of the bankrupt firms, 5.3JN:, is sad to con template, aud the reflection is unavoida ble that this state of things is not con sistent with stability and prosperity. The calamities have continned now too long entirely to be in any degree whole some, and the effect is seen in the stag nation that has been prolonged for two years. If, as is said, these numer ous bankruptcies arise from the uncer tainties of a fluctuating standard of value which sets at nought all business calculations, it is a dear price to pay for that factitious aid that the inflationists are so fond of. During the whole period of the war the failures were singnl&rly few, but ever since that era the reaction has been exhausting. We do not be lieve that the number of bnsiness con cerns would be found as excessive as has been represented if the times generally were prosperous. They seem to be ex oessive now only because the volume of business is so astonishingly cut down, the contraction of trade being estimated at $14,000,000,000. We must manage to get to dry land somehow and escape from the sea of uncertainties and fluc tuations on which we have been storm tossed. LYNCH LAW IN THE SOUTH. The New York Sun rightly condemns the recent lynching in Louisiana; bnt it also indulges in some equally jnst com ments upon this occurrence. It says: “The crew of carpet-baggers and adven turers who, through the illegal interfer renee of President Grant, have control of the State government of Louisiana, are endeavoring to make political capital out of au outrage which is the legitimate result of misgovernment and judicial corruption; and they would have the North believe that isolated eases like that of Gaib’s lynching afford proof that the Southern people are ripe for anew reliellion, and are already engaged in a war of extermination against the freed men. The truth is that very few, if any, Northern communities wonld have sub mitted to the oppression of thieves and ruffians with half the patienoe that the people of Mississippi and Louisiana have shown.” The Sun is right. All the lawlessness that has occurred in the Sonth since the war has been the result of misgovern ment. In every Southern State'that has been under Radical rale the laws have failed to protect the people, and the people have been compelled to protect themselves. As soon as a faithfnl ad ministration of justice was secured so soon did mob violence cease. Take Georgia for example. When Bcuuocx, backed by Grant, governed the State the law was made a farce and the Courts a mockery. Murderers, ravishers and robbers were daily tamed loose upon society. The graver the crime the more certain was the criminal to escape punishment. Under these circumstances the people in every county were obliged to organize in their own defense. They punished crime without the intervention of a court, well knowing that Executive “clemency” wonld nullify every sen tence. Sometimes these proceedings were unjust and cruel but, in the great majority of cases, Judge Lynch dis I pensed even handed justice. When the Radicals were driven from power and Georgia got rid of BuLLocxiaM* and Grantihm this state of affairs immediately ceased. During the past four years the figures will show that there have been more lynchings in Ken tucky, Missouri, Indiana or Illinois than in Georgia. The Courts are now able and willing to protect society and the people no longer desire to take the law into their own hands. If Louis iana and Mississppi could get rid of their plunderers and oppressors there would be very few acts of lawlessness in those States. THE ELECTIONS. It would be useless to deny that the Democratic party has received a blow .from the effeots of which it will be diffi ' cult to recover. The party has lost States which were considered unaltera bly Democratic and the frnits of all the brilliant victories of last November have been swept away. It is evident that the currency question has had nothing to do with these sweeping defeats. In New York both parties declared for “hard money” and the Democrats were defeat ed; la W dared for “ soft money” and the Repub licans were victorious. -These results admit of bat one interpretation. Tbe financial question mast be made a minor issue. The Democracy of the Union mast battle for honest government and for free government. The next fight must be for constitutional government and against centralism. Upon this issue we will be victorious; upon any other issue we are certain to be van quished. MR. STEPHENS’ LECTURE. The soul of the editor of the Phila delphia Trade Journal is grievously troubled because Mr. Stephens has been invited to lecture in Chicago and be cause the Chicago Lyceum Committee agreed to pay to Mr. Stephens one thousand dollars for his lectnre. In his anger at the invitation the editor of the Trade Journal is “almost tempted to wish that we had joined the Confedera cy in 1861” instead ol “fighting in the Union army awhile.” Well, if he had done as he is tempted to wish he had done, the editor of the Trade Journal would now have the satisfaction of knowing that he had fought, even though but for awhile, for freedom and against oppression, for the right and against the wrong. The Trade Journal can find but one way of accounting for this extraordinary invitation : “There “ can be but one reason given, and that “ is, because he rebelled against the Gov “ erumeut that bad honored him as few “ men had been honored, and would have “ honored him still more, had he re “ mained faithful to his allegiance.” Admitting that the supposition of the Trade Journal is correct, the only thing proven is that the Lyceum Com mittee of Chicago have already learned what the people of the whole North will one day discover. They have fonnd out that the war against the South was a mistake; that the war against the South was not only a crime but a blunder. The irony of the Trade Journal will be literal truth ’ere many years shall come. Ten years from to-day there will be many at the North and West who will regret the failnre of the Sonth, and who will have more respect for the states men and soldiers of the Sonth than for the Northern fanatics who deluged the land with blood. Bat to take the Trade Journal seriously, to answer a fool ac cording to his folly, let 11s ask what it meanß by saying that the United States Government honored Mr. Stephens as few men had been honored. When did the United States Government honor Mr. Stephens? How did the United States Government honor Mr. Stephens ? The only honors which Mr. Stephens received prior to the war were conferred by the free people of the State of Geor gia, and in honoring him Georgians honored themselves. The only offices he held were those bestowed by the peo ple of Georgia, while his labor were in behalf of the people of the whole country. The Trade Jour nal complains that Mr. Stephens has been offered much more than the customary prioe tor his lectnre. The rebel Vice-President is given one thou sand dollars while “the great lights ol the platform —Gough, Beecher, Phil lips and Anna Dickinson— are left far back in the shade.’” This does seem hard, bnt how is Mr. Stephens or the Chicago Lyceum Committee to blame ? People usually pay for an article in pro portion to its value. If Mr. Stephens gets a larger price for his lecture than “the great lights of the platform” it is because he furnishes better goods. If Gough, Beecher, Phillips and Anna Dickinson gets a smaller sum, the pay is doubtless proportionate to the preach. It is as unreasonable in the Trade Jour nal to expect all lecturers to be paid alike as it would be to require an im pressario to pay the same price for Mrs. Oates as for Nillsson, or a theatrical manager to allow the same salary to Barnet Williams as to Edwin Booth. THE PROOF READER. An exchange well says there is one person in a newspaper office who, thongh very important, is bound, so far as the public is concerned, to pass his days in obscurity, to "blush unseen” within a small cage where he has seldom room to either sit or stand in comfort. ~ This is the proof reader. Every one knowa the editor, to his cost; he is bad gered, in one way or another, from morning till night; and the public hold him responsible for everything except “printers’ errors,” and then the printers are abused. The very existence of the proof reader as an officer of the staff is unknown to many people. Question these, and you would find that they be lieve that no one intervenes between the printers and the public, save the writer; and pretty newspapers, books and any thing else in print, they would have if this were the case ! In the office, how ever, the proof reader is a valued though, perhaps, nuappreciated person. He is the unseen wire-puller who pre vents many a disastrous error, who cor rects many a grievous mistake, not properly in his province, sonfte of them, and often gets small thanks for it— While, let him pass an error; let him, in some office*, omit to notice even what he is not legitimately bound to notice, and he is sure to hear of it He stands between the editors and the printers—the bam in the sandwich—and his fate is the same, to be attacked by both. If a writer sends up unintelligible copy in which the com positor makes a mistake, and the proof reader, after praiseworthy efforts to decipher hieroglyphics, makes a mistake also, the writer forgives the “comp” and is “down upon” the proof-reader; he ought to know—he might have seen. Editors generally think their copy good, while it is very often very bad. If by ' chance the compositor is blown np by I the foreman, he casts the blame on the proof-reader. No .one will take the i blame while the proof reader is by to ! receive it, thongh in most newspaper I offices he is obliged to do everything at a rate which makes it a marvel that he turns oat snch good work as generally comes from his tiny den. We have AUGUSTA, GA., WEDNESDAY 1 ,, MORNING, NOVEMBER 10, 1875. known offices where the proof reader was expected almost to sab-edit; he was to be an encyclopedia; if the name of someone little known or unknown was misspelt, the proof reader most set it right. It is a pity that writers cannot more often see rongh proefs than they do; they would then understand some thing of the arduous work of the proof reader. Every class, it is said truly, has its grievances, and he sorely has his fall share. BRISTOW AND JEWELL. The Philadelphia Timex says the row that Bbistow and Jewell were to pre cipitate in the Cabinet, in return for Chandler’s appointment, appears to have been indefinitely postponed, and we now have a denial that it was ever projected. Unanimity and magnanimity are reported as distinguishing the rela tions of the President’s official family, among which, a few days ago, enmity was said to thrive so astonishingly, and nobody who is anybody has the slight est intention of resigning. Of course not. Gbant has insulted these gentle men, to be sure, and under ordinary leave his bntv since the chances are ten to one that their places.wonld be filled with men of Chandler’s stamp, the good of the party requires them to stay in the Cabi net and get along the best they can. If Bristow should resign, what guarantee have Republicans that Boss Shepherd would not be his successor ? A NEW FIELD FOR RAILROADS. China is at last to have a railroad. As strikingly as if it were a drama played on the stage, tbe first news of this fact reached Europe on the day of the Darl ington jubilee, and the first public an nouncement of it was made in the clos ing speech at the banquet there given, and on that night the work of rolling the rails for that railroad was began at Stockton, the other terminus of the original railroad. The Chairman at this banquet gave all the information that we yet have on this matter, in the fol lowing words : “I have reoeived a very extraordinary letter only this morning. It contains these words : ‘lt may be interesting to you to know that I have to-day signed a contract for the construc tion of the first Chinese railway. On Monday night the first rails will be rolled at Stockton; and as China con tains one-third of the human race, the field for enterprise and the market for iron are opening to redress the present inaction.’” The words are significant. China is not only a country of great population, but of immense activity and an enormous traffic. The bulk of the inferior traffic is now conducted on its great rivers and a vast system of canals; but it has room for and doubtless coaid afford a profitable traffic to a system of railroads exceeding in mileage that of all Europe, to the great advantage of its own population and the rest of the world. MINOR TOPICS. The Convention of German editors which has been recently sitting at Bromen, for the pur pose of trying to induce the Imperial Govern ment to remove some of the present restric tions upon the German press, before its separa tion passed the following resolution: “The congress of journalists declares the anonymity of the press to boa right which its highest du ties render it imperative to maintain, and which should only be waived when a strict adherence to it would favor the impunity of crime.” What will Prince Bismarck have to say to this ? The very heavy rains which so seriously im paired the value of the English crops in the recent harvesting season have revisited Eng land withih the past month or two, and are having a most injurious effect ou the autumnal Bowingß. The Mark liane Express takes a ve ry gloomy view of the prospects. For several weeks the country has been devastated by floods, occasioning serious losses of life and great damage of property. The crop of 1875 has been a failure, aud the prevalence of this unfavorable weather at the seed time threatens next year’s also. The failure of two successive orops would be a serious blow to English pros perity. The news oornea from Washington that the hard money Democratic Congressmen from the East have formed a coalition with like minded brethren from the West, and have promised to unite in supporting Mr. Kerb for Speaker, the Western men agreeing to sup port Tildkn in the Convention next year. The inflationists’ candidate is snpposed to be Mr. Randall. The struggle between the op posing cliques, at the opening of the session, promises to be “brilliant and exciting,” as the theatrical managers say. If the hard money Democrats find that they cannot elect Xehb, they will probably concentrate on Walker, of Virginia. As might have bien expeoted, the United States Supreme Court dodged a decision upon the Enforcement Act until after the election. The decision should have been rendered more than a week ago, but has been postponed until the last of November. If the case had been decided at its proper time and the decision had been against the Government, the act would have been worthless in Mississippi aud Vir ginia. As it is, the Supreme Court put it in ' the power of the Radicals to use this infamous law in both States. There was every reason why the decision should have been pronounced before the elections. If the act was constitu tional the Democrats would have obeyed it with out resistance. If it was unconstitutional the Radicals would not have dared to attempt its enforcement. The London Times states that the ex-Queen Isabella, of Spam, and her moderado allies have submitted to Don Carlos a proposition to the effect that in the event of the wily Isabel la’s triumphant return to Spain, she would be willing to acknowledge Don Carlos as sover eign over Navarre, Arragon, Catalonia and Asturiae, provided she can have the rest of Spain. In order to materialise this proposi tion, it will be necessary of course for Isabella to re-enter Spain, a proceeding to which the Altonsist advisors are decidedly opposed. They will not even let Montpensikr come to Madrid, for fear Isabella will follow. Don Carlos is not likely to aocept such a proposition, for he wants the whole of Spain or none. General Campos is said to favor this movement of Isa bella. A ease was decided by the United States Su preme Court the other day, in which the ques tion to be settled was whether war existed in this country April 23, 1861. Hie Court held that while war actually did exist at the date named, yet aa it had not been declared or pub licly recognized by the President, it did not have the effect to work a dissolution of a part nership. of which a member or members re sided in New York and the others m New Or leans. The proclamation of April 17, 1861, is not regarded as a distinct recognition of an ex isting state of war, nor yet is that of the 19th of April, which announced the blockade. The reference to the people of Louisiana in these cases is to “citizens of revolutionary States,'' and in the judgment of the Court the purpose avowed by the President is inconsistent with their being regarded as enemies. The Court failed to state when an actual state of war wae officially recognized by the United States. There is no doubting that this is an age for the display of man’s inventive powers. It is patent tins, patent that and patent right that engrosses the minds of many, so th.f w hen a really wonderful invention is brought about the general public, being so tired of the old story, pays little attention to it. Prof. Adolphe Coebktt, a somewhat noted poultry breeder of Long Island, has in his possession a machine calculated to surprise the world with its results. This piece of mechanism is capable of raising chickens by the thousand provided it be sup plied with a sufficient number of eggs. The artificial mother supplies heat to the eggs by means of pressed horse manure, and the little chicks as soon as hatched are kept warm by a covering of similar material. Several careful and successful examinations have been made with the machine so far, and we trust thai every farmer will supply himself with one, and than than will be no need of people complain ing of a scarcity of Spring chickens in the future. FROM WASHIWGTOff. .. s Freedman’s Bank Affairs—Fdetal Ar rangements—Zactariah. Washington, November —The Com missioners of the Freedtnfli’i Bank say they will oontinue to pay 20 per cent dividend until every depositor has re ceived his proper portion,.but can’t pos sibly adjust more than s(Xs:jU3ooants per day, of which there arapyer 60,000. From 1,000 to 1,500 booSSjire received per day from different panpMihe coun- Post Office Department has to day made arrangements lot in addition al daily fast mail betweenljSsrty York and the West. On and after finfc of Decem ber the 4:55, p. m. train jp. Cincinnati over the Pennsylvania will be started an hour later one or more railway postal are to arrive, as at present, ion Fittisburg at 7:30, a. m., and Cinoinnjiit, at 5, p. m., the following day, and in .Louis be tween 5 and 6 o’clock the "SBt .morning. The limited mail train wiflAfill be dis patched from New York dally at 4:30, a. Chandler has returned. | Indian Affaiwfcv Chandler, Belknap, Gefitfisls Sheridan, Cook, and Mr. Cowan, aajl'at the White House consulting with fltte President over Indian affairs. The Colored People and the Confed erates—Scraps Of History—Rocka feilow—Trying to Ravish a Post Office—Chandler as a Financier- Minor Mention. [Special Correspondence Chronicle and Sentmel.] The Colored Troops. Washington, October 30.—Leading Badioals of the Ben Bntler stripe are very much worried because the colored troops of Bichmond, on last Saturday, volunteered to accompany the escort of General Pickett’s remains from the de pot to the Capitol. This transaction on the part of the colored men of Rich mond is highly commendable, evincing as it does their high appreciation: of the many virtues whioh distingnished the great general. It also demonstrates that the negro, when let alone by the evil minded carpet-baggers, naturally looks with pride upon the noble records of Southerners —their old owners, who never refused them protection from out rage, and who supported them in sick ness as well as in health. The colored race of Richmond have a record of whioh they may well feel proud. In the early part of 1865, when the immortal Lee was sorely pressed on all sides, with a greatly diminished force, to up hold the waning fortunes of the Con federacy, Congress consented to the en listing of a few colored soldiers, when Bichmond oolored men bravely tender ed their services, and in a short time two regiments were fully equipped and were ready to stand or fall in defense of their native oity. Mv impression is that they participated in several en gagements where they bore themselves nobly. With such a record, it is not surprising that these men should have desired to do honor to the brave Pickett, and Radical haters can see from this little act than when the carpet-baggers are all gotten rid of in the South, the colored man will naturally return to the confidence of his white neighbor, aud the day may yet come when he will render material aid in wiping out that puritanieal element which, he will ere long see, is the worst enemy whioh the negro has. A Young Fellow of the Name of Rock afellow Has been bumming around here gene rally. He has made the acquaintance of Jewell aud other dignitaries, and per sists in galling upon them every morn ing. Instead of the ordinary card he always sends in diminutive photographs of himself, under which is inscribed in blue ink his cognomen. “Rooky” is a sharp fellow, and subsists upon the small loans which he obtains from time to time from Radical officeholders. He represents himself as heing one of the most influential Republicans, in and declares that the Radicalswill never win in that State until he is made post master at either Atlanta or Augusta. Go where you will, to Willard’s, or the Eb bitt, or either of the Departments, you are almost certain to stumble over “Rocky.” In 1874 he went to Colum bia, and begged money of Gov. Cham berlain and other Radical officeholders in South Carolina, to aid in the estab lishment of a newspaper in Georgia. In all he got about SSOO, and giving your State the go by he came ou here, where he has since lived upon the money. He is unrelenting in his opposition to the Radical officeholders in Georgia, and vows that in less than a month his friend, the President, will kick the last one of them out. Rocky is not unknown in the fussy little city of Atlanta, where he figured after the war as the special friend of the negro. Merchants and others doubtless remember the small balances on their books due by the fellow, which they will doubtless give him if he will keep away from Atlanta. The Sinews of War. Since the appointment of old Zach Chandler as Secretary of the Interior, the Republican Committee, of which old Zach is Chairman, and Judge Edmunds Secretary, is flush with money again. The poor clerks in the Interior Depart ment have been vising with each other in making contributions. No one is spared. The flat has gone forth that money must be had. Old and young 1 , all alike, are expeoted to give of their substance to grease the Radical ma chinery, which, until recently, was creaking fearfully for want of the “demnition cash.” Jewell regarded it as a “huge swindle,” and said his un derlings shonld not subscribe “a d—d cent.” Bristow thought the records of the men who riin the committee “enough to render it useless.” Old Delano “wonld see them in h—ll before he would give them a dollar,” and Pierre pont was playing “respectable,” so you can imagine what joy the appointment of Zaeh gave when it was known that a carte blanche was obtained upon the purses of the " Interior” employees. This committee has just bad struck off another million of Bryant’s lying docu ment, “The Bouthern Question, ’* In which the Southerners, and especially Georgians, are villified in the most im measurable terms. These documents are furnished broadcast over the North, and are designed to prove that the South is on the eve of arising in her might and grasping the Government from loyal hands. The good people of Georgia should implore Mr. Stephens to have this man Bryant ejected from the Sa vannah Custom House. He possesses the influence to do so, and no snch scur vy fellow should be pampered in office among a people whom he ao injustly traduces. The Cabinet D. H. Grant, Jewell and Belknap junketed out to Jarrett’s, near Baltimore, yester day. They dead headed it, as usual. After dining, drinking and talking “horse talk” for several hours, the par ty reached the city about 9, p. m., quite mellow. Bum. Run. Hendricks in Training:, (flrom the Mew Haven Union.] The Indianapolis Sentinel, which is presumable the organ of Gov. Hendricks says that if anything definite was deter mined by the Ohio contest it was that the Democracy of the South and West must decide what shall be the policy of the Democratic party on finance in the next general contest. This is significant, as it leaves no room to donbt that these two sections mentioned will be a unit in the convention. Pendleton and Hend ricks have buried the hatchet, and the Ohio and Indiana delegations will not be divided, as heretofore, bnt will demand the nomination of a Western man. Hendricks himself seems to be trimming his sails for the contest. He was more emphatic on the currency question in his speeches in Pennsylvania than when he stumped Ohio. He vigorously de nounced the National Bank monopoly, favors a Government legal tender curren cy, and demands the repeal of the Sher man resumption bilL He says the mon ey powdr defeated the freemen of Ohio but by a paltry majority. “Money won by five thousand, but it is the last vic tory the people will ever allow it to achieve.” This is plain talk, and shows that Hendricks baa made np his mind which is Hie popular side. The Earthquake. San Francisco, November 3.—Severe earthquake at Fort Ynma. And now they tell ns that old Simon Oameron has no influence in toe Repub lican party of Pennsylvania. It is safe to say, however, that it’a much greater than that of Each Chandler. SEARCH AFTER TRUTH. Dr. Campbell’s Address at the Com mencement of the Present Session of the Medical College. We publish this morning the address of Dr. Henry F. Campbell at the Medi cal College last Monday. It is as fol lows: Man, the Hunter of Truth—“ What Is Truth ?” Over eighteen hundred years ago a scene was enacted in a Roman provin* cial court, which haa left an impress upon the world and upon civilization which will be felt throughout all time. The arraigned prisoner was a man, a Jew ‘ —a carpenter —a philosopher, a physician. The assembled multitude, mostly a rabble, pressed, clamoring round the tribunal. “They were in stant with load voioes requiring his death.” That death was to be the most ignominious and agonizing of all legal executions. The feeble-minded and vacillating Judge, though pronouncing him a “just person in whom he found no fault,” yet showed himself the pliant tool of popular fury, and “gave sen tence, that it should be as they required.” The central figure of this graphic scene though knowing well the fore gone termination of the ordeal, yet stood calm and serene in the midst of the excited throng. “Behold the man!” . .. . .... .... •> • . “ Profoundest awe Mingled in the regard of every eye As they beheld the Btranger. He was not In costly raiment clad, nor on His brow The symbol of a princely lineage wore; No followers at His back, nor in His hand Buckler, nor shield, nor spear—yet in his mien Command sat throned serene, and if He smiled, A kingly condescension graced His lips, The lion would have orouched to in his lair. His garb was simple, and His sandals worn ; His stature modell'd with a perfect grace ; His countenance the impress of a God, Touch’d with the open innocence of a child ; His eye was bine and calm, as is the sky In the serenest noon ; His hair unshorn Fell to Hiß shoulders ; and His curling beard The fulness of perfected manhood bore." “Behold the man !” Such was the Ac cused. Such the Judge and such the turbulent assizes, at which the three words, propounding our momentous ques tion, were first pronounced. Whenever we call these words to mind, Neither the saddening recollection of the scene, nor of its horrible attendants—nor the righteous indignation at the sacrilegious trial, can suffice to overmaster, the earn- 1 est and expectant longing for the sen tentious and conclusive answer, the God-Philosopher in the hour of His. departure, might then have given.— Over aud over again, we read, we re peat and dwell upon the question; and, did we repeat and dwell upon it a thous and times, the feeling would again re cur. Longing and expectant and listen ing silence must ever follow, that all important query—“ What is Truth ?” How well can we now—even in this distant age—appreciate the silence and expectancy of some few in that promis cuous m altitude who were drawn hither whether by hatred, by vulgar curiosity or by varying degrees of a higher and nobler interest. The common rabble cared not for the question and still less for the answer—coming as it would out of the mouth of one they hated and reviled—what cared they for truth ! Perhaps they regarded the abstract and irrelevant question of the insignificant incumbent of high official station with brutal impatience, because it but delay ed the decision which was to ‘ ‘release un to them Barabbas.” But not so with tbe learned and cultivated, thongh unbeliev ing scholar or lawyer of that day, whom either accident or business may have brought to Pilate’s judgment hall. Lit tle cared he—up to this important mo ment—for the nature or the result of, the Jewish charges against the Nza rene, philosopher and wonder-worker though he might be. But, in a moment, all is changed—Pilate’s simple, and per haps to himself, pointless and unmean ing question, falls upon his ear like the faintly remembered note of some sonl stirring song, charming him out of the distant past and from a far land. It is the key-note of his own life-long re tentions —the sleeping and waking dream of his every day life. It proposes to him, in terse and exacting terms, the problem of his deepest studies. It is the theme of the profoundest discussions of his illustrious and revered master— the god-deseended Plato. Jj|Bt four hundred years prior to the enact ment of this, to him, now- mo mentous trial—this even as yet, unrivalled teacher of Grecian philoso phy had solemnly designated “the at tainment of truth as the end and aim of human life”—had so exalted its im portance, above all other objects and employments—had. made it the one es sential attainment held out to man’s life-iong effort. Indeed he had come to define man as the hunter of truth ! To such a listener in that day—heathen though he might have been—the ques tion must have eome, as it comes to us, in our day, fraught with the most stir ring and absorbing interest, and the silence following it, must have filled him with intense and reverential impatience. Man, the hunter, might now perhaps suddenly become the finder of truth ! Perhaps, in this very moment, ho may learn from the lips of this wonderful peripatetic, the explication of the grandest fundamental problem -of hu man existence I Even from this wan derer, who though followed but by the lowly and mostly ignorant, yet claims to be the Son and the equal of the All- Wise God ! Why might he not hope to Obtain its solving from the mouth of him he had just heard speak “as never man spake before, ” and whose brief and singular history had so strikingly illustrated a pure and simple life: and yet whQse wonder working attributes and benevolence had appeared, even to the Pagan world, almost to vindicate his claim to Divinity, as it had often demonstrated his super natural power? Breathless, he must have waited for the answer; even if only another definition of truth, he well knew it could pot fail to interest him, and to advance his learning; but above all, might he not hope, that in hearing the answer he would find at last, the solution of the all important and momen tous problem, “What is truth ?” The answer was not given ! In divine wisdom and in infinite, loving,, mercy, the answer was withheld. And never yet—nor ever will be given to mortal man, the full and complete solu tion of that most profound—that in finite mystery ! Ever since—as for cen turies before—that era, and even now, and for untold centuries yet to come, will man be blessed with eager longings; and have graciously opened to him thousands of paths, by which he may continue to seek but seldom eyer to find it out. Thousands are the paths that lead to it —thousands are the indices that point it out—and bright and felicitating are the joyous rays that shine resplendant in the faces of those who seek her in the temple of the Universe. Here and there a little grain we garner—here and there a little region of her boundless territory we claim as our own—but the whole of Truth, ultimate Truth, can never be atilined by man; an attribute of the Infinite, like the Infinite,'it is far beyond the finite grasp and comprehen sion of mankind. Beneficiently poured down upon us in floods of light, we, for a little while, rejoice in the noonday of abounding fruition —but soon, how ever effulgent may be the light imme diately surrounding us, impelled by some intuitive aptitude, by which we are compelled to seek the truth, we soon begin to scan its borders. A dim mer radiance shows us twilight in some wide-spreading region, we still must labor to attain; which, when attained, it is but to find that “Hills peep o’er hills and alps on alps arise !" “Man never is, bat always to be blest.” Man is, indeed, as Plato has defined him, the life-long “hunter after truth.” His happiness consists in seeking and not in finding the object of his intense and overwhelming desires. In caves and caverns, and on the mountain tops; by .sea and land, have we onward been impelled, by tire blessed intuition, to find ont truth. Exhausting the light of day, the midnight oil has still borne out the ceaseless following of the ever alluring, yet ever eluding angel, who, while leading us in an endless search, yet charms and ennobles and beautifies our souls in bringing us nearer to the God of Troth. No greater blessing has Heaven ever yet bestowed upon us than in the withholding of the answer to the question, “ What i truth t" The investigations of science, the re flections of philosophy, the holy and all-absorbing mysteries of religion, both natural and revealed —we are beginning to learn now—are each of them hut so many never-ceasing but progressive, and yet never completed efforts to reach one common but ever receding goal—the consummation of truth! By different and diverse lines at present are they approaching this much desired bound each one looking at ,his own side’ ol: the shield, one ‘declares that it is gold, while the other from’a different view affirms an faith fully that it js silver. VKaoA has seep one side of the pyramid, and has written.lienpath iW not as he should, ‘This is ohe side 01 the ‘pyramid’; bnt ‘This is the pyra mid I’” Let us not fear, truth in her infinite majesty, can neve* suffer at the hands of those honest ,and ardent, though bund seekers after her treasure. The way il yet ldhg and thA ro’Sd suffi ciently brood to accommodate all tbe armies of pilgrims who may journey towards her temple. None, as mortals, will ever reach those inner recesses, that ■with their present little light they think they even now can dearly scan. They, none of them, will- ever here .find out what is truth. But long ere they reach the outer precincts of the temple where the ShekinaH dwells, the several paths Of science, of philosophy and of theology will all have oonyergedlinto one? Jodfl sa broad, so full, so flooded with the clear? ing and defining light of truth, that they may continue' their journey devoid of conflict and nndimmed by doubt! “ v But, Us -we have said, it is a • journey not to pod in time. The infinite good of infinite knowledge, we reach pat in Eternity ! Man, endowed with activities, with his earliest thought awakened ' and upon the exercise of whioh, mnst ever depend hig well-being and happineßS, ,92^^i9M-.--P^, t withouUheat>g incentive with which the ardent and in tuitive lovO of TrUtli inspires him.— “Did the Almighty,” Says Lessing, “holding, in his right hand Truth, and in his left, Search after Truth, gracious ly deign to offer me which I might pre fer; in all humility, but without hesita tion, I should request, Search after lruth,” We exist, says Sir William Hamilton, “only as we energise ; pleas ure is the reflex of unimpeded energy ; energy is the means by wnicn our facul ties are developed, and, a higher energy, the end whioh their development pro poses. ” Such are the diota of the highest Ger man, and of the very highest of all tfxe British philosophers, in regard to the search after truth, and in regard to its importance to man’s happiness and wel fare. The immediate, the spontaneous, unworked-for, unpaid-for possession of the entire treasury of truth is instantly rejected; while “the patient search and vigil long,” which is to secure it but imperfectly,by slow degrees and through a lifetime of labor, are without hesita tion preferred and clung to as the high est boon the Almighty could bestow! Suddenly deprived of the incentive to searoh fpr knowledge, where would be the business of life; where the occupa tion for “the hunter of truth?” Sated and cloyed with fulness, wearied by the dull and leaden familiarity with universal knowledge, the possession of which cost no effort, and never gave a single thrill of pleasure, man, without ambition and without hopes would drag out an indif ferent and perfunotory existence—a life of passionless and emotionless monotony —nothing in time, to awaken a desire— pothing in eternity, to offer a hope. The world’s proud conqueror, when his task was done, sat down and wopt. He wept; not that he had found the possession a disappointing one, but because the end of labor was to him the end of life. Truly do we live only as we energize ! Though I will not pretend, on an oc casion like the present, to multiply the definitions that could be made of the word truth—and speculative philosophy is full of, them—it is plain that the sense in which we have most frequent oooasion for the word is that in which it is synonymous with “the subjeot mat ter of our knowledge”—our reference to it scarcely comprehends any other. It is to that singularly brilliant and yet singularly unfortunate genius of the last century, the profoundly erudite author of “ The Diversions of Purley” that we owe the origin of this most com prehensive of all the words in the Eng lish language. The Reverend John Home Tooke, who may well be styled the Father of English Philology, tells us that the word truth, as we now have it, is one which, ny use and by convenience and by the metamorphoses impressed by time, has oome to be constructed out of an originally Anglo-Saxon word, treowth or troth —meaning “to have faith in”—“to believe” “to know.” And hence we find from him that defini tion of the lexicons, “Truth, the sub ject matter of all knowledge.” Re garding the word, in this sense princi pally, and perhaps in one single other acceptation, viz: That it is the corres pondence between the noumena and the phenomena, or the correspond ence between our thoughts and the ac tual state of things, it constitutes no inappropriate theme with which to en gage your attention, in the first hour of your entrance upon the study of me dicine. laterally, then, have you as sembled here as “Hunters q( Truth.” What question could I more appropri ately ask than that whioh I have pro pounded ? Seeking knowledge in a soience, above all others, devoted to the good of humanity—a science olaiming to be coeval with the earliest existence of man ; marching onward with the maroh of the oentqries, it has at last oome down to us, though not always with the same firtn and steady tread with whioh it now moves onward among the nations. The history of the worn and battered oolumns of its followers has often in the past been that of the immortal phalanx; cut off and surround ed, with persecution harrassing it in the rear, with numberless enemies assault ing it on every side, it has encountered superstitions, but more often ignorance, in its pathway. With “Truth" embla zoned on their banner and deeply grayeD in their hearts, error still has ojten guided them into paths of eyil and dis aster. Depending for her suste nance upon the intellectual devel opment of our race, and receiving her illumination from the light of Nature, as well as from the inspiration of a godlike benevolence, the soience of medicine suffered more than any other, when darkness, during protraoted periods, would dim and thicken the at mosphere of mind. Truth was indeed her guide—but how oould she dis tinguish and follow her pillar of cloud by day, when' every where, were clouds? How oould ahe disoern and follow her pillar of fire by night, when the ehoking damps of ignorance and superstition constantly enveloped, and almost extinguished, the divine, ethereal flame ? Burning but dimly, in the turbulent and billowy chaos that wrapped the world, a pillar of fire no longer, the lamp of truth took refuge in the cells of monks and among the deni zens of monasteries. For long oeaturies the feeble taper could no longer be dis tinguished as a science in the posses sion of though kept alive for ages, where its written records could alone find safe enrolment, Did I say that there alone they found safe keeping? I was but recounting to you the tradition of the books. There is a priesthood and an order,condemned and laughed at by many of the scientific and the learned of our profession, whioh I must charge you never to despise. One which has no temples, nor monasteries, nor cells, in which to abide—one we meet everywhere journeying through the world, without crosier, or script, or staff. They have no records On either vellnm, or papyrus, or parchment, or paper; their diction ia not elegant, nor their erudition profound; and jet in them have been preserved, like a dia mond incrusted with the ore and slag of ages, much that was practical in the wis dom of the ancients—-the inestimable truths of a forgotten science. Bub away the rust from that blackened coin; and you will see that it bears “the image and the superscription'’ of divini ty. This priesthood is humanity, and the archives are the traditions of former and better ages, written in the common sense of the common people. Despise you not the folk-lore, but listen to it, and ponder an it when yon meet it in your pathway. Bat a brighter day began to dawn. Century by century there were revivals. The search for wisdom was again to be resumed in earnest. Uan was to be come again the hunter of Truth. He was again to live in the energy of pur suit, Out of the forum of that High Court whence are the issues of both good and evil to man, came, about the middle of the last century, a mysterious though voiceless mandate organizing; as it wore “anew Heaven and anew Earth.” Day light began to dawn—was everywhere dawning. There was a sun again in the heavens. Humanity sprang forth from its lethargy. The arts and the sciences, invention, philosophy, medicine, the ology, all nature, the universe of mind, awakened now to renewed and to re doubled activity. And lot bat a little more than a hundred years have passed and it is noon!—all-pervading, blazing noon—everywhere! With an independence, never before manifested—with an independence, never before) felt, the world of mind now dashes its clenched hand into the face of the world of formula and of authority. < An inspiration these prophets themselves, cannot now understand,, and which, iu the counsels of the Most High,‘it, is perhaps decreed, they shall neve? live io understand, fills, as with a possession, the hearts and minds of men. They rush forward into regions,.and into holy precincts where they never trod before. Do I call this inspiratfoii ? Do I call these men prophets? Yes, I call it inspiration, and I call them prophets. It is the in spired search after truth. Twenty-two centuries ago, iu what, as compared to now, muj be called the dawn of philosophy, it was this inspiration; whiofi, possessing , (heathen Plato, caused him Jo recoguize firman, but the hunter of truth. It was this inspira tfon, automatic and uncotifeeiorrs though it might be, which, while the stormß WPW gathering about Calvary, spoke ash the voice of an angel out of a cloud, when poor, feeble, unhappy Pilate, asked tbeqnestion, “What is truth?” And it is-now, the same inspiration, that, iu fhe zenith of this boundless noon !< f“ n speaks by the tpugue jof devout &i\a Christian Hamilton, and iby the perhaps not 'clearly interpreted labors of Huxley, and Darwin, and Tyndall* and Hpeneer—all i loudly pro claiming,_ that we. live only as we energize in the cause of truth ! Has truth been yet attained in inedb {cine? I gladly answer: It has hot. And ,1 feel inclined to add gratuitously, I hope it neve* will be. Dead and nnin {viting would be that science the ulti mate bounds of whose knowledge had been attained. I know it is the boast and glory of many of onr profession on occasions like the present, to congratu late themselves upon the perfection of the several departments of medicine. It may be a oonsoling thought to some—to many it oould not be. Happy is he who can thus console himself. Let him go to sleep and Jet him sleep on; or let him labor and get gain by the practice of this perfected medicine. The falling flakes of gently descending snow will settle on his brow and temples, and advancing years may throw a mel lowed intellectual halo round his head, which the uninitiated may perhaps regard as proof that his is a knowledge of “ perfect medicine ” as he claims. Fall calmly to sleep in the possession of your completed and im mutable knowledge, my brother! Let not the impatient, restless, ransacking— that others, less satisfied than yourself, continue tq pursue—disturb either your mercenary labors or your satisfied re pose. Let not the gleam from his mid night lamp, nor the odor of his flicker ing candle, either shine between yonr Elacid eyelids or irritate your nostrils— iet not the incessant scratching of his weary pen grate harshly upon your ear—• and above all restrain your anger and withhold your contempt, if the humble but persistent student—slower of intel lect perhaps than you, cannot catch, eyen iu the distance, the prospect of his Completed task—forgive him his inces sant and never satisfied interrogation— bear with him and indulge him. Heav en has blessed you with a contented mind. Your brain has rapidly been fill ed—you have it all. With him it is far otherwise; he is gathering, by little and little, more truth every day; he has been pursuing it many years, aud yet it still fiies on—by no means eluding, but al ways, in some other form, alluring. He oannot find his lifelong desire here now; but can he after a time? Yes, after all time. Eternity will oome; and then and not till then, will come his full posses sion. There is no resting -place in soience, progressive inquiry will never end. Here suddenly the physicist will arrest us. “There at least is one fixj| completed and perfected science. The science of calculation, of numbers, of pure mathe matics.” I cannot answqf positively this question, ho one can; but if it be so we are moved with pity for those who have to pursue those studies. Oh, what a sterile Sahara a completed and perfected soience must be to travel through I Ad mit for a moment that pure mathematics has become'# fitfeff science, and’by the law I have endeavored to expound— that .knowledge only gives us happi ness while there is yet some unattained element for us to pursue—pure mathe matics should certainly then have long since ceased to interest mankind. Has this been the oase ? Moat oertainly it haa not. It is per contra more widely studied and more intensely interests its cultivators than perhaps all the other branches of seience togther, and {yet no progress has been made in it for many years. Can we explain so monstrous an anomaly ? Nothing more easily made clear, but you must pardon me for de taining you with an illustration. Let ns take one from our own profession. Certainly not a hundred years ago—it may be seventy-five, after protracted thought and years of laborious Btndy, after many progressive advances, during which entire period this and this subject only almost entirely absorbed his atten tion, a most ingenious and philosophic French physician established the prin ciples of acoustics and especially those relating to the conduction of sound through tubular spaces and by solid bodies. His name was Laenneo. The diseases to be investigated were those of the chest—the heart and the lungs. The culmination of his labors was the inven tion of an instrument known as the stethoscope. It is one of the most splendid gifts that genius ever bestowed upon humanity. It places in the pos session of the investigator of these diseases the most aeourate knowl edge of the condition of these or gans—a knowledge equal tp an exhibi tion of the very surfaces, even were they taken out of the body and spread before the eye. Every one acquires the philo sophical principles concerned in the ap plication of this instrument—every one uses it, or some substitute for it, and upon its use depends our knowledge in a very extensive field. Having acquired a knowledge pf these principles, and having possessed ourselves of the instru ment, we’ after this, think only of its applications. The beautiful principles of acoustics as philosophical principles are never thought of—we are only inte rested in them as by their application, they extend onr knowledge in a depart ment of Pathology, where such knowl edge is indispensable to humanity. Is it necessary to make the applica tion? Well, only very briefly. Pure mathe matics though highly complex, is like the simple stethoscope—a complete, a per fect instrument. It took touch labor and great ingenuity to compass its per fection—and for those who would use it, protracted study is required; but then its very last principle is attained, and it would no longer interest us but its applications are increasing and illimitable—and hence, like the stetho scope, for its never-ceasing use and con stantly widening of_ the bounds of our knowledge which this completed science affords us, we will fever pursue it; for we ever make progress by its researches towards an infinite though unattain able knowledge. Asa means, and never as an end; do we ever maintain our in terest in pure mathematics. The end is applied or mixed mathematics, by which we study and calculate and measure and weigh the Universe I Were it not for these applications this science would neve* be studied; or were compulsion involved, the mathematicians of our time would bemourn the day that Euclid or Archimedes hath ever been born. One more word an this point. Pure mathematics applies itself to Astro nomy, next to itself the most com plete and immutable of all the sciences. Three thousand years ago the Chal dean astronomers watched and studied the oonrses. of the planets, and they have not ohanged in all that time, down to the present day. “But how differently have their movements been explained. As time progressed the science of the celestial economy yielded to progressive changes : first by Hip parchus and Ptolemy, then by Coper nicus and Kepler, and lastly by New ton and Laplace! May it not yet con tinue to progress—and however great may be our faith in the law of universal gravitation, it is with difficulty believed by some, that even this grand generaliza tion, is the final result of astronomical science.” It is unavoidable that we apply oar test, however briefly, to specnlative philosophy, Bo often said to be the be ginning and the end of all human science. Is she still asking “what is trnth?” As we might naturally sup pose, the earliest thought which will en ter or can emanate from the brain of the thinking animal, man—his very first ex cursion into the field of inquiry must be of the speculative kind. Conscious ness informs him of his own ex istence. Bat, gazing around him, be contemplates an external worid which is something different from himself. The intuitive “divine impulsion” to search for knowledge, given even to the infant mind, forces him to inquire, * r VVhat is this thing so different from my self ?” And hence the first grand ques- :mJMBEK 45 tion of philosophy, ‘ ‘ What is the nature iof the external world?” Has this ques tion ever yet been answered? The pro gress of philosophy lias been vast. In Egypt and in China, in India, ancient Greece and Borne, and in British and continental Europe, ages upon ages of philosophers have lived and been bless ed with the earnest seaicb after knowl edge in the vast field of mind— thou sands of splendid volumes have been added to the literature of the world— the mind pf man has been strengthened jby the invigorating food they havo sup plied. All other branches of knowl edge have owed much of their vast suc cess to the discussions of speculative seience—and speculative science itself has advanced to enormous ijnd most comprolifensivo bounds. Aud yet—this very first question—as to what is the nature of the external world—of the “Non-Ego,” as the philosophers call it—has never yet, {been satisfactorily answered by any thinker, inbuy time! Like the fnuda imontal and ultimate essence of all hu jman sqieuce, -except that which has been directly Revealed to us—it escapes our grasp ahd obstinately defies consistent interpretation. We do not know the nature of the world that surrounds us. It is au open volume—this plainly written and beautifully illustrated and illuminated bo6k of Nature. Iu it are of God.” We stiulv it, daily, and we make great progress in it; and yet, the fundamental question, as ta its ultimate essence, we can never an swer. Whether it be substance, whether it be spirit—or substance held in con crete being, by a combining spirit; or whether, with Arthur Collier and Bishop Berkely, we must believe, there is neith er substance nor spirit in the sensible world, bnt, that life being all a delusion and a dream—its whole existence is “but a phantom of the beholder’s mind !” Thus philosophy—with all its splendid attainments, its schools, its systems, its abundant and profound literature, its far-reaobing grasp and comprehensive and progressive, reasoning—is still, as 1 have shown, au incomplete but unceas ingly advancing science; still, like all the other branches, gaining knowledge in the gratifying pursuit of that everlast ingly receding goal, whioh ever moves alluringly on towards the bouudless realms of the Infinite! THE STATE. THE PEOPLE AND THE PAPERS. W. J. Camp audfamily have returned to Covington. • Rev. L. R. Sims has been called to the Blakely Baptist Church. Dr. Lipscomb is visiting Athens. He will be there some time. Judge D. C. Gresham has been ap pointed postmaster at Greenville. Presiding Eldor J. B. McGeHeo has moved from Columbus to Talbottou. At Ringgold, October 30th, B. F. Har ris shot W. G. Cook, it is thought mor tally. A little daughter of H. C. Mock, of Miller county, was seriously burned re cently. Judge A. C. Morton, formerly of Columbus, is living at Halmilton, prac ticing law. Rev. S. P. Callaway, of West Point, has been called to the Greenville Bap tist Church. Mr. B. Pye, of Forsyth, lost by fire lately his barn, stables, two cribs and 800 bushels of com. John L. Hawkins has left Atlanta for Augusta, whore he will be connected with J, W. Bessmau & Cos. A negro child was burned to death in Monroe county the other day. Left alone in the house with a fire. Two negro children burned to death in Meriwether oounty week before last, and a negro girl badly scalded. Olive Logan has been engaged to lec ture for the Young Men’s Literary As sociation in Atlanta this season. Mr. Tom Bragg, of Jones oounty, has lost his gin house, six bales of cotton and 400 bushels cotton seed by fire. Mr. A. M. Wright’s gin house, gin, press, engine, and eleven bales of cotton were lately burned in Newton county. A ten-year old negro girl is in Meri wether jail charged with burning two negro cabins on Mrs. McGeHee’s plan tation. Mr. Cutliff, telegraph operator at Amerieus, goes to Albany. He is to be succeeded by Mr. JohnW. Turner, of At lanta. A white woman was wantonly shot and dangerously wounded by a negro on tho White Bluff road, near Savannah, the fid inst. The Young Men’s Christian Associa tion of Atlanta are arranging to have lectures from Chancellor Tucker and Herschel V. Johnson. Madame Velasquez, alias “Lieutenant Harry T. Buford, has been quite ill in Atlanta, having convulsions, at one time, lasting nine hours. John Ryan, of Savannah, who was charged some time since with brutal treatment of an apprentice, threatens the Morning News with libel suit. An attempt was made by a negro to outrage a white girl in Early county Sunday before last. She was only saved by the assistance which her screams brought to her. The negro escaped. J. B. .Mauk, of Schley county, has a piece of soap which he says his grand mother made a hundred years ago and his'grandfather used for shaving while a soldier under Washington. Of course he is going.to send it to the centennial. Twins—a boy and girl—nearly eight pounds each, were born unto Mr. Dave Powers, of Borne, October 29th. Mother and children are doing as well as could be expected. How it is with the poor father is left altogether to conjecture. Maybe you know how it ia yourself. The Atlanta Herald is making further announcements in the marryiDg line. This time the parties are not yet mar ried, but are to be. They are W. E. Mumford, of the Talbotton /Standard , and Miss Ida Leonard. We are ready to correct this whenever the Herald says it is all a mistake. The Meriwether Vindicator records the following warning to kerosine burn ers: “Last week one of our villagers on retiring extinguished his lamp by blow ing down the chimney. Hardly had he lain down when the lamp exploded, scattering the burning fluid in every di rection. Seizing a quilt the gentleman smothered the flames before ranch dam age was down. Too much caution can not be exercised with kerosine; above all things avoid blowing down the chim ney.” < The Atlanta Constitution reoords the following “earthquake” incident: “We heard an incident told as happening at the house of Hon. John H. James. His father was staying with him and had i'ust remarked, as he was retiring, that le had heard so much about thieves in Atlanta that he believed he would hide his pocket book. Mr. James laughed and told him to do so. Jnst then the windows began rattling, and the old gentleman exclaimed : ‘There they are now f ” Here’s a pretty good one from the Columbus Enquirer : “ A gentleman was recently married. He kept the engagement a secret for a long time. The day he announced the result to his family he received an order from one of his customers, ami among the articles on the list was a nursing bottle. A nine year old nephew saw the purchase; That night they were talking about the marriage, when that smart nephew piped in with “ Ma, I believe Uncle George is going to marry.” “ Why, what do you know about it ?” “ Cause, I saw him buying a nursing bottle.” That collapsed the household and Charley was pat to bed. Sunday before last, near Anderson ville, Sumter county, John Duncan shot and killed Benjamin Jordan. Both ne groes. From Benjamin Duncan’s ac count it appears that the parties were farming on shares, and in the division of the crop a dispute arose between them, when Jordan threatened the life of Duncan, and arming himself with a gun waited an opportunity to carry out his threat. About sun rise Sunday morning, as Duncan was going to Ander sonville to havß a peace warrant issued, ho met Jordan in the road, who de fiantly told him he“made his own laws,” and followed up the remark with an attack on Duncan, who drew his pistol and emptied the contents —five barrels— into the body of Jordan. Deaths. In Macon, Bobt. L. Bates. In Atlanta, Mrs. J. W. Bankin. In Savannah, John Bennett, Jr. In Forsytb, Miss Cheves, of Monte zuma,
