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OUR PENITENTIARY Concluded from Fir t Page. that for one thing throughout the civil! world she is censure! and condemned r that la her vicio-m, cr<’ k. ’ -inui system for the care '' --the - ATLANTA, GA. THURSDAY. AUG, 18, 1881. President Garfield in a Critical Condition. Washington, August 15. —In medical circles the belief now exists that it is the bullet which causes the irritating symp toms which are now manifested, and that after all the terrible suffering the Presi dent has undergone, it will be necessary to remove it to insure recovery. This 15 based on the announcement made by the bulle tins themselves, taken in consideration the fact that the wound is said to be discharg ing freely, and the President is without fever other than the usual nocturnal fever. The theory is that, so far as the straight track of the wound is concerned, it is heal ing, and that granulation is nearly com plete. Beyond, however, near where the bullet is lodged, there is believed to be an obstruction which does not fully discharge at the orifice of the wound, and can not, because the deflecting course the ball took makes it impossible. The weather to-day has been almost autumnal, pleasant without and within; hence the weathei can not be utilized by the doctors as an operating cause to de press the President. If the doctors do know the true cause they with one accord con ceal it. If they do not know, there is an impression growing that the time has been reached when there should be a new deal and doctors called in who can find out. Dr. Bliss, who was poisoned by the “healthy pus” from the President’s wound, has almost fully recovered, and, though he still carries his arm in a sling, he is not now incapacitated from dressing the Presi dent’s wound. After all, the most alarming condition of the President now is his extreme weakness and exhausted state. Twelve or sixteen ounces of liquid food in a day, almost forced down and held in a capacious stom ach by lime-water, is not calculated to re store the waste of a patient debilitated by forty-three days of suffering on the flat of his back. Still the doctors give the assu rance that all is well. The public must draw their own conclusions. To-day’s Capital prints the following: “It was just forty-two days yesterday since the President was shot by Guiteau. In that long space of time he has borne his confine ment and suffering like a hero, seldom complaining, and never giving up hope. His vitality has been marvelous and his courage unfailing. During all this severe tribulation he has had the entire heart of the country with him, for all hoped and prayed he might recover from his wounds in good time and place his hand again upon the helm of State. But there has been a suspicion of late that all was not as rosy at the White House as the attending physi cians would like to have it understood. The bulletins have been confusing. They say that he is steadily improving, and the same breath we learn of a pulse and temperature which would soon destroy a man of the stoutest physique. Why can’t these men tell the truth? Why can’t they let the country know that its President is a mere wreck of a man through all this prostra tion? Why can’t they frankly admit that his stomach is gone; he can't carry his hand to his head without pain, and that he is so far reduced in flesh as to be a mere skeleton ? “Let the truth be known. Our Presi dent is sinking fast and his condition is most critical. From a gentleman who has access.,to his chamber we learn that he is so emaciated that his best friends, if suddenly brought before him without advance notice, would scarcely recognize him. He has lost so much in flesh that he is a mere snadow of his former self. The statements as to his buoyancy and strength have been ex aggerated. The fact is simply this, Presi dent Garfield has been too extensively tam pered with. Had he been a poor man in the ordinary walks of life and been taken to a hospital and ordinarily treated, he could have been out to-day.” Costly Work of Lightning. St. Louis, August 15.—The Atlantic Flooring Mills, corner of Main and Plumb streets, were struck by lightning last night. An explosion instantly followed, and fire issued from every part. In half an hour the mills and their entire contents were de stroyed. A number of men at work on the different floors were blown through the doorways and windows, receiving serious and perhaps fatal injuries. The fire spread to the Future City Oil Works and to a warehouse containing rosin and turpentine. About seventy men were employed in the mill, all of whom, it is said, are accounted for, but several are badly burned. The loss on the mill is $140,000; insurance $120,000. The oil works were damaged to the extent of $45,000. The loss on the rosin warehouse is not known. ANOTHER VICTIM To the Habitual Use of Morphine Not Ex pected to Live. When the 12:40 train on the Western & Atlantic railroad reached the city, the al most lifeless body of Mrs. H. H. Bignyan, of Dawson, Ga., was taken from it and placed on a table in the gentlemans’ wait ing room at the depot. A drachdm phial of morphine, with teaspoonful of the con tents missing, was found on her person, which accounted for the death stupor in which she was removed from the cars. The conductor says that he noticed her just af ter leaving Marietta, when she was resting with her head back on the seat seemingly asleep. It is remembered by some attaches at the depot that the lady passed through here some weeks ago from Dawson on her way to Cincinnati, where she said she was going to be cured of the morphine habit. She was then under its influence and de clared that it was impossible for her to live without it. Whether she failed to be cured, and in her despondency, took the last dose to end her life is a conjecture. Drs. Olmsted and Redwine, who are in attendance on the lady,are not certain as to the amount of the drug consumed, and are in doubt as to her recovery from its effects. Dr. Redwine says she must have been under its influ ence an hour and a half at least before she reached Atlanta. At this writing, 2:30 p. m., it is impossible to say whether she will survive, but the indications are that she will not. She is a middle aged lady, of large proportions and fine appearance. The means of identification was a letter addressed to her from a daughter in Ohio. piNGEJ 200 TIMES THE SINGER MANUFACTURING CO. AGENTS WANTED. The Siiiier Manufactnring Co. 42'Murintta St., Atlanta, Ga. * Is this bill, in of these three resptA, ■ improvement on the method now in fiT" , in 1874. the legislature passed theprJJ • i act, which contained a l the safoguJ ztd I ‘‘y toe bill before the house. He read] ind j act and compared its provisions with th ous I m the bill. He contended that the sysi Aot foil, if carried out faithfully ; O’Noel, Earl 01"Cti u1 .v is'itefofo aged sixty-three. Captain Carlisle Patterson, Superintend ent of the Coast Survty, is dangerously ill at Washington The frontier relations of Egypt and Abys sinia are strained. A nephew of King John, of Abyssinia, was killed in a late raid. Congressman Hendrick B. Wright, who has been seriously ill in Wilkesbarre for several weeks, is reported to be gradually sinking. In the New Hampshire House of Repre sentatives a bill to establish a general rail road law was indefinitely postponed by a vote of 169 to 8. It is reported that a vein of silver two feet wide, assaying $5,000 to the ton, has been discovered on the top of a mountain at Moretown, Vermont. Mrs. John T. Terry, of Bayport, Long Island, while bathing in the surf, was thrown violently upon a stake supporting the life line. The end of the stake pierced her side, causing injuries which are sup posed fatal. The Alexandria correspondent of the London limes says: “The Ministerial cri sis has been temporarily allayed by the dis missal of the Minister of War at the de mand of the officers of the army. Daoud Pasha succeds him.” The news is published of the release of the French Catholic Bishop ofMassna, who with four missionaries, while on a tour of inspection of the missionary stations in Abyssinia, was recently captured by the natives. O. H. Browning, ex-Senator from Illi nois, and ex-Secretary of the Interior under President Johnson, died at Quincy, HL, recently, at the age of seventy-five years. He had been very prominent in the politics of that State. A dispatch from Tunis states that the Arab chief Ali Ben Kalita is inclined to so licit amnesty from the Bey. He will en gage to make all rebels submit and revert to a condition of order, in return for which he asks an appointment as Cadi of Nefetis. General Maximo Jerez, Nicaraguan Min ister to the United States, died suddenly at his residence in Washington. One of the inmates of the house, going to his room to call him to dinner, found him sitting by an open window dead. Heart disease is sup posed to have been the cause. At Benton, Missouri, a man named Jack son, having insulted a woman named Lang ford, the latter's husband attempted to chastise Jackson, but was fatally stabbed by the latter. Mrs. Langford, appearing on the scene, "hot Jackson through the breast, inflicting a wound which is believed to be mortal also. Advices from Fort Yates, Dakota, state that when Sitting Bull heard of the killing of Spotted Tail he said it was “a fit ending for a fool.” The settlers along the Missouri river are urging that more troops be sent to Forts Yates and Lincoln, as they are fearful that Sitting Bull may lead another outbreak among the Indians at the agency. Secretary Kirkwood, on the 26th ult., directed (Indian Inspector Haworth, who was then in Kansas, to go to the Navajo Agency, in New Mexico, and ascertain the cause of the reported troubles there. Ha worth left the agency on the 27th, and his report is expected to reach Washington by mail in a few days. Christiana Taylor, an old colored woman, arrested for the murder of a little ooy and girl, aged respectively three and six years, on the Fisher farm, in the District of Co lumbia, last Saturday week, has confessed the crime. She assigned no motive for the deed, saying: “What I kill them for I don’t know. The devil got into me, so that I could not help it.” Jlimes Wetherelf, a widower of seventy years, and Margaret Doherty, a widow of fifty, were married in Ottawa, on Wednes day night. A gang of roughs “ehariva ried” the bridal pair from 11 o’clock at night until 2 o’clock in the morning, and then broke in the door and demanded money. It was refused, and the old man beat them off and followed them. At day light his body was found by the roadside, with the head crushed in. OUR STAPLE. Something About Cotton —Receipts 25.000 Bales in Excess of Last Season, and More to Coinc—The ‘‘First Bale”—Advantages of Atlanta as a Cotton Market. “How’s cotton?” asked the commercial reporter of the Post-Appeal, of one of the most experienced handlers of the staple in the State. Well, middling. I don’t mean that all the cotton in the city grades middling, but the business is middling. We made a sale of 300 bales to-day.’’ “To whom?” “Doughty & Co , factors of Augusta.” “At wnat price?” “They were stained cottons and ranged from 9 to 10%.” “What do you know about cotton, any how?” I mean the business at large. 1 want some facts for the Post-Appeal.” “Well, we will receive our first bale to-morrow.” “How?” “1 say Atlanta will get her first bale to-morrow.” Here the reporter fished out his note book, and running his eye over some hiero glyphic reminiscinces, remarked: “Blazes! Atlanta got her first bale on the 25th of July—nearly a month ago: what are you talking about?” The Reporter had him then, in his alleged mind, but he listened and learned something. “I know,” continued the gentleman, “that Atlanta got a bale of new cotton in July, but it didn’t belong to Atlanta— didn’t come from the country tributary to which Atlanta is the market. Atlanta’s first bale proper will reach here to-morrow, or the day after. There is Mr. DuPree, now, who will bring it. It is from his plantation in Campbell county. It would have been in to-day, but Fairburn is trying to compete with us as a maiket and offers 124£c. for it, so Mr. DuPree comes to see what Atlanta will do. I guarantee him as much as he can get any where, and so he will let us have it. The dry weather has made the crop earlier this year than usual. Last year we did not get our first bale until the 23d of August, and this year we will have it by the 18th.” “How is the season’s business compared’ with last?” “Twenty-five thousand bales difference in favor of this season, and more is to come. Last year up to this time the re ceipts were 106,000 bales; this year they have reached 12-5,000.” "That must belong to Atlanta, raised in excess of last year?” “No, not that. You see Atlanta gets a great deal of cotton now that used tc go to Savannah. At one time cotton cost one dollar per bale from Jonesboro to Atlanta, twenty miles, and no more was charged to take it to Savannah at, about 350 miles. But there are no freight discriminations now, and Atlanta gets all the cotton of her own territory proper, besides, our facilities being such that we can handle cotton more cheaply than Savannah, we get a considerable portion of the crop that Savannah ought to receive. There is a difference of about $1.25 per bale between Atlanta and Savannah for Atlanta in favor of the planter. This season we are assured by planters in the Savannah territory that we will get a large share, if not all, of their business. One planter living in Macon county will experiment with two car loads of his cotton, sending one to Savannah and tho other here, and if we demonstrate the superiority of Atlanta over Savannah as a cotton market, which we can do, we will make still further inroads upon hqt trade.” “Anything else?” “Believe not, now.” "Thank you. Well, so long.” “Come again.” | WASHINGTON WRINKLES. ftfl.E.T. Discusses Aesthetics—The Atlanta Stri tevkers —Gossip About Georgians in Wash aldington. ►Special Correspondence Post-Appeal.] Washington, D. C., August 12, 1881. There can no longer be any doubt about the predominancy of aesthetic tastes. The sordid, musty, old, hungry adorivious, her mit, money gormands are becoming strong ly aesthetically inclined. This fact, how ever, does not necessarily link with what I am about to write of, only it need not be surprising to the people of Atlanta that they will be required to pander freely to the whims as well as absolute necessities of man during the progress of their great Cotton Exposition. Yesterday a prominent newspaper man inquired of me seriously if I thought there would be any danger of the waiters all getting on a strike at any time during the Exposition. 1 replied that I thought there was a possibility of such a catastrophe, but hardly a probability of its happening. Said he, “I see that the wai ters at one of the hotels in Atlanta struck the other day just as dinner was ready. That would not be very pleasant at the Exposition when everybody wanted to get dinner at onee.” Said 1, “let them do like the Crossman House in procuring the Madison University students for waiters." But, really, Atlanta does appear to be the most “striking” city in the whole country. There is the Rolling Mill strikes and the painters’ strikes, the obfuscated washer women strikes, with the attendant unlaun dried linen experiences; and, as the Au gnsta Evening News mildly suggests, ulsters are necessitated even in the midst of summer, because perchance the linen is soiled. Then there is the sudden strike of the hotel waiters. But then lam fully satisfied that Atlanta will be thoroughly prepared to cope with any such little emergencies. Therefore the delusion has prevailed in the South, particularly in some localities of Georgia, that to run for congress as a Re publican, even at the certain risk of being that certain defeated, was a sure guarantee of much Federal official patronage being entailed to their distribution. Many, how ever, have found it to be as above intima ted—a delusion. A defeated Republican candidate has no more, hardly as much, in fluence as an elected Democrat, and they have none. The son of Col. Jack Brown has been ap pointed to the Naval Academy at Annapo lis. He stood, rather it should be made more explicit and said that he layed for an examination down at his home in Gen. Phil Cook’s district, and for mental qualifica tion, but the board of examining -surgeons for his physical qualifications decided that he had hypertrophy—that is a species of heart disease. Secretary Hunt ordered him here to Washington, and had him examin ed by a surgeon of the navy who pro nounced young Brown a sound man. I stated that he “layed” for an examination, because when the examination of the ap plicants took place young Brown was so ill that he could not arise from bed, and thus hud to remain in bed while the ex amination was undergone. This I leam from a friend of Col. Brown’s. Mr. M. P. Caldwell, of Hall county, Georgia, has a very fine position here in the Bureau of Statistics, a position that he is eminently qualified to fill because he is a natural mathematician. He is the author of a school arithmetic which is now being used in many of the schools in Georgia. It is published by J. W. Burke & Co., of Ma con. Therefore, Mr. Caldwell is doing credit to himself and to his State iu the Bu reau of Statistics. He is a very warm and very ardent supporter of Hon. Emory Speer, which, however, is not sur prising, because every man in the 9th dis trict should support Mr. Speer. He is do ing a vast deal of good for Georgia, and has it within Ms power to*do much more. No man has ever gone into Congress, and in so short a service, made a record supe rior to that of Mr. Speer. The Knights of the Tack and Hammer or the Railroad passenger agents held a convention here this week which met at the Metropolitan Hotel. In the vote for the next meeting place Montreal, Canada, beat Atlanta one vote, and Atlanta would have been chosen had not Mr. Albert Wrenn tried to get Chattanooga, Tenn. In this connection I may tell a good thing that I heard about Mr. True, of Buffalo, N. Y. He was a strong advocate for At lanta, and his enthusiasm for Atlanta comes about in this way. A year or two ago he chance to go down to Atlanta to some of the many conventions heldshere in the summer, and he thought it wa going to be very hot down there. The day he arrived it was very pleasant. He spoke of it to some of the Atlantians, and they told him that it was nothing; they had weather to beat that day. By such means they tried to convey the impression that that day was rather bad. He said he never wanted to see any better weather in the summer. “ Why,” said he, “it is hotter than this up North.” That night they put him somewhere on the third floor in the Kimball House. He hoisted the windows and pulled the bed out in the centre of the room. The next morning he came downstairs sniffling, his head clogged with cold. He remarked to some Atlanta man that it was awful cold that night. The Atlanta man said quite unconcernedly, “ I expect they did not give you enough cover last night; the hotel is a little sorter crowded.” “I had no cover at all and I pulled my bed out in the middle of the room and raised the win dows.” “Great grief!” exclaimed the At lanta man, “you ought to had two or three blankets and kept all the windows closed!” Mr. True never will forget what delightful ly cool nights they have in Atlanta in the summer. Councilmen Litt Jones, and Jack Johnson with his wife, Mr. D. Barwald and Mr. Al bert Wrenn were here; also Mr. J. H. Bos ton of Marietta, the local agent of the W. & A. R. R. at that place; also Thad. C. Sturgiss of Columbus, the celebrated gen eral delivery clerk at the postoffice there, who is said to be the only man in the coun try who can equal Burrell Stout of the At lanta postoffice remembering faces and names. Genial Joe White, of Augusta, was also here. Another well known Georgian here was Col, John (Dorse) Alexander, formerly of the Griffin News, now of the Pike County News at Barnesville. John and I having been law students together in the same office, 1 took him tenderly in charge and went around seeing some of the sights. Mr. John Valentino, of Macon, with his daughter, were here and went down yester day with the party to Mount Vernon. They have all gone home and everything is serene here again. The Metropolitan Hotel had as much as it could do to entertain the big crowd. M. E. T. A Tribute to a Noble Wife. Some two weeks ago the wife of Rev. Dr. David Wills died in Washington City. Dr. Wills being a chaplain in the U. S. army, had been ordered to his regiment in Washington Territory, and had arrived in Portland Oregon, the day she died. He at once telegraphed to keep the body until he could reach Washington, so that he could see the last of her on earth. He arrived at Washington on last Wednesday, and the funeral took place on Thursday. The venerable Doctor stood by the open grave and his deep and touching grief found expression in words—words almost too sacred to be put in print. After speak ing of the great beauty of her youth, her sublime devotion as wife and mother, the pure and disinterested benevolence of her heart, and his own poignant grief on the occasion, he concluded with these tender and hopeful words: “My darling angel wife! Thou wast a •sufferer for many years, and none was more patient, trustful and cheerful than thou wast. The ministry of sorrow was thy ministry, and how well thou didst fulfill it is known only to God and thine own smit ten household. In all suffering thou didst display the spirit of the martyrs of all the ages. Above the voice of the tempest of | pain and anguish thou didst hear the mu sic of the mighty throng which had come out of great tribulation, and the darkest days of thy history brought out the stars of the promises in the richest golden clus ters. Never can 1 forget how sweetly thou didst often speak and sing of that better land where the inhabitant shall not say ‘ I am sick, and where God shall wipe away all tears from every eye. “Precious one! Thou art not dead, but sleepeth. ‘I am the resurrection and the life. He that believeth in Me shall never die.’ The blessed Gospel thou didst pro fess to practice has abolished death and shed the light of immortality oh the gloom of the grave. But for this glorious hope I would be of all men most miserable. Farewell, darling Rebecca, till we are 1 joined in holier bonds. “Beyond the parting and the meeting. Beyond this pulse's fever beating, ' Beyond the rock-waste and the river, Beyond the ever and the never, Love, rest, and home.” “May the night dews fall gently on thy silent resting place. May the flowers that bloom on thy sainted grave be the sacred emblems of thy immortal life, and maj the light of the stars form a bright aureole around thy lowly head forever. “I know that ray Redeemer liveth. and am persuaded that that Almighty Saviour whom thou loved, in whom thou didst trust and with whom thou art still united, will watch over thy sacred dust till the great rising day, and then mould it into an im mortal form of loveliness and perfection.” EX-SENATOR NORWOOD. He Will Not Go West, but Will Stick to Georgia. A representative of the News interviewed ex-Senator Tom Norwood in Savannah, the other day, with the following result: News —What about this report that you think of moving West? A. —I don’t know anything about it. 1 did not suspect my removal until it was al ready accomplished by some of my friends. I was surprised to find myself one day a resident of Colorado, the next of Califor nia, and the the third of Arizona. First attorney for a railroad, with $25,000 salary and next owner of a big mine in Arizona. Well, lam none of all these. 1 hate to disappoint anybody, and especially those who kindly volunteer to take care of-me and my business, but I must do it in this case. My home is in Georgia, and I have never thought of making it in the West or . elsewhere. And you must understand that I say this with no intention whatever of hurting any man’s feelings. News—What is your opinion in general ; of the West; I mean of Arizona, New Mexico and the neighboring tounry? A—Well, 1 was about to speak of that , country when you interrupted me. I was . about to say the more I see of that section the better 1 like Georgia. In fact, 1 have seen nearly every State and Territory in the Union, and I have not seen one which . embraces vi hin its boundaries as many i advantages as Georgia. For climate,health, [ good water and water power, variety and . adaptability of soil, wood, diver.-i y of pro t ducts, general intelligence and morality, Georgia’s fifty-eight thousand square miles have no equal on the globe. The best part ’ of the earth is bounded by a line about , four hundred mi'es west of the Mississippi , river, north by the lakes, and east and ’. south by the Atlantic and Gu'f of Mexico; , and the best part of that circumscribed ! section, physically, is Georgia. THE OLD AND NEW SOUTH. Chief Justice James Jackson Replies to the Aspersions of The Macon Telegraph In the True Spirit of a Jurist, a Southron, a Gen tleman and Christian. Editor Post-Appeal: I was much sur prised on reading in your columns of yes terday a paragraph from the Macon Tele graph, in which it was said that I had been talking ‘ radical rot’ in a Sunday-school ad dress at Suwanee, county of Gwinnett. It was news to me; it will be news to the editor of the “Gwinnett Herald” and to the hundreds of men, women and children who heard the talk. Independently of that sense of propriety, one of the purest inheri tances of “lhe old South,” which would prevent me from any allusion to,, politics lest 1 might sully the ermine with which Georgia has honored me, 1 should have been deterred from it by that delicacy and taste which is the common inheritance of gentle men everywhere. It was a social gather ing of the followers of Christ without dis tinction of sect from some twenty Sunday schools assembled to promote the great cause of the education of the souls of the young youth for heaven—a cause compared with which all political discussion, all na tional advancement, ali railroad and man ufacturing enterprise, however important in themselves, sink into nothingness just as all lesser lights go out when the sun shines; and to obtrude any allusion to radicalism, rotten or sound, on such an occasion, would have been rude, perhaps even irreverent. Certainly not a word was said by me, or anybody else which I heard, having the most remote allusion to political affairs. It was a delightful gathering; to me a most enjoyable day, I stood among the friends of my youth—the few left this side the grave—most were dead, but in the faces of the younger I saw the lineaments of their parents. Thus when I rose to speak—and the address was extemporaneous —the dead South with its dead always good to me and heaping hon ors upon me arose in memory before me, and around me was the new South with all its prospects and possibilities in the persons of the children of the beloved and honored dead. It was natural to allude to the one as old and dead —to the other as young and alive. The one was my dead South, sacred to me as the grave of my father; the other, my living South, dear to me, if possible, as the children of my loins. With that assembly I bent reverently over the grave of the one, and hailed with hope the new life of the other. May it be the resur rection of the corpse with all that was no ble and good and pure about it when alive, but leave in that grave all that was wrong! I did not know that it manifested a want of reverence or of affection for the old South to say that it was dead, any more than to say of, my father and mother, “they are dead.” This ignorance is my only sin on that occasion in this connection, and this alone has brought upon me this scurrilous attack of the Macon paper, that 1 had been talking “radical rot” at a Sun day School celebration. I am at a loss to conjecture who penned the paragraph. It could not have been the sober and cul tured chief. He commands good English and has no need of Billingsgate; nor Tones, with his facile and fluent pen, for in his veins is the best blood of the old South, and nothing chivalrous would use so coarse a blade; nor can it be Reese who struck the Joab blow, for his too is an honored name as well in the old as in the new Georgia, and his friendship from boyhood to this hour, so far as I know, forbids such a suspicion. It must have been a novice in the office. I will not say a novi tiate in polite writing—who handled the unaccustomed pen. So conjecturing, 1 leave the paragraph, the paper and the writer. 1 have written you the above and ask you to publish it as you did the attack upon me, in order that those who read your paper and do not know me, may feel assured that 1 have not dragged Georgia’s ermine in filth, or ut tered a sentiment disloyal or disrespectful to the land of my fathers. James Jackson. Sad Ending of a Performance. Galveston,Texas. August 15.—During the performance of the Mexican Acrobatic Company, at the Pavilion to-night, Zenor Lozes, in his great act, “Leap for Life,” blindfolded, fell, striking on his face and head, sustaining serious if not fatal inju ries. He was picked up insensible and re moved from the building. Intense excite ment prevailed at the time, the audience being so horrified that they dispersed be fore the conclusion ot-ihe performance. A DISTINGUISHED TRAMP. Lawyer, Poet and Philosopher. Claims to be a Son of Judge Janies W. Gorin, of Bowling Green, Kentucky. He ha d a policeman in charge in front of the Markham House this morning, as the Post-Appeal man went sailing by, and the spectacle attracting the reporter's at tention he stopped to discover what it meant. “How are you, Daisy?” he said to the Pencil, and then the Pencil proceeded to draw him. He wore his shoes in sections; clothes were shabby, though once genteel; shirt collarless; hat unique and feeble with •age, making the general ensemble a faith ful portrait of the genus tramp, with the difference that so much of his person as was | visible was as clean and fresh looking as ' though he had just emerged from a bath. This gained him favorable consideration, and when the officer left him, which he did on the reporter’s approval, as the man appeared to be inoffensive, he was asked by the reporter where he came from, when he replied that he came from Montgomery. “Where are you from originally?” asked the Post-Appeal. “I’m a Kentuckian by birth and a d—n fool by reputation!” he said emphatically, and the remark carried conviction with it. Urged by the reporter he began to speak of his past, when it was discovered that he was full of sentiment and very bad whisky. “Who are you, anyhow, and where did. you come from?” “Bowling Green, Kentucky.” “Been on a spree, haven’t you?” “Yes; I wont attempt to deceive you. I have been on a spree.” Here he looked up into the ethereal blue and murmured solemnly: “When I look back at the p-p-past—” Here his lips quivered and he began to shed tears. “Never mind that; come down to busi ness. What about the present?" inter rupted the reporter. “When in defense of constitutional lib erty, 1 stood on tire field of Chicamauga—“ “Os course; of course: hut what the d—l are you doing here? Where have you been? What have you been doing? What are you doing now? and what do you in tend to do ? lhats what a distinguished memb r of this community wants to know,” said the reporter, somewhat impatiently. “1 am a Harvard University student graduate; I am a lawyer; and the stars in the silent watches of the night don't beam over a. more i-sola—is-olated, erratic genius than 1 am. You talk about law! i have read Blackstone through and through. Kent’s Commentaries; Chittv's Pleadings; Stephen’s Pleadings: Green leaf’s Laws of Railways. Talk about the gmiusof Poe! You know his Host Le-Le no-re!’’ (continued tears.) “Why Poe! lean discount him, idios yncrasies and all. When 1 think of the past—"(more shed.) “You have a wife?” questioned the re porter sympathetically, as his aucUence ap- peared to be deeply moved. “Yes, the noblest woman that God evei made—a wife and child; and 1 love them, Oh! God,-how 1 love them! And look at me! A beast —a sot; six months drunk, and living on the promiscuous charity of a sympathy common to humankind, while my wife wearies her eyes with weeping, and her lips with praying night after night for the return of the wayward one. Thank God she don’t know where I am nor how 1 am. These policeman are d—d fools if they thind they can arrest me when 1 havn't done anything.” The last remark was aroused by a sug gestion of the reporter that he should not make a scene, as the officers might inter fere. “For three years,” he continued, “1 held the office of city attorney in Bowling Green. My name is W. M. Gorin, and 1 am the son of Judge James W. Gorin, of BoyvEng Greene.” “Do you know Sara Gains, a lawyer in Hopkinsville?” the reporte r asked,inclined at first to distrust the sincerity of the un fortunate man’s recital. “A es; I know Sam; he’s an editor; runs the Hopkinsville New Era; and when it comes to editing there are few men from George D. Prentice down that 1 would yield to.” His knowledge of Mr. Gains was correct, which established a confidence in bis state ments, and the reporter gave close atten tion to all he said. It is evident that Mr. Gorin should be in the hands of his friends, and this report, although there is apparent levity through it, is faithful, designedly so, to show those who may be most interested in the wayward man’s welfare may under stand how unfortunate his condition is. He is rational at times, and again his speech is incoherent, quoting frequently from the poets at random without any relevancy to remarks last uttered. He frankly admits that whiskey brought him where he is, but he would like to recover from the effects of his protracted dissipation and return to his home. He is pathetic when referring to his wife and child, and speaks of them both in terms of the wannest affection. His condition will commend him to the good offices of philanthropic citizens. NOWS THE TIME To buy a new Suit at your own price, at A. 0. M. GAY & CO.’S. WOMAN. Better Than the Smiles of Kings. To bring health and happiness to the homes of suffering women is a mission be fore which royal favor sinks into insignifi cance. 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Bradfield, Atlanta, Ga. Price, trial size, 75c, large size, $1.50. For sale by all druggists. dec27-ly Husbands and Wives. A good husband makes a good wife. Some men can neither do without wives nor with them; they are wretched alone in what is called single blessedness, and they make their homes miserable when they get married; they are like Tomp kins’ dog, which could not bear to fie loose, and howled when it was tied up. Happy bachelors are likely to be happy husbands, and a happy husband is the happiest of men. A well-matched couple carry a joyful life between them, as the two spies carried the cluster of Eshcol. They are a brace of birds of Paradise. They multiply their joys by sharing them, and lessen their troubles by dividing them. This is fine arithmetic. The wagon of care rolls lightly along as they pull to gether; and when it drags a little heavily, or there is a hitch anywhere, they love each other all the more, and so lighten the labor.— John Ploughman. Some men have hard luck. A Boston artist painted a picture of a bullfrog having a spasm in a pot of red paint, and the critics pronounced it a fine copy of Turner’s great painting, '• The Slave Ship.”—- Potion Pont. ESTEEMED CONTEMPORARY How a Newspaper on the Western Frontier Was Conducted* “I’m an editor myself,” said he, as he planted his feet on the Brooklyn Eagle editor’s desk, and lit that functionary’s pipe. “ I throw ink on the Up Gulch Snorter at Deadwood, and you bet I make some reading matter for the boys. Get the Snortet on exchange here ? ” *• I think not,” replied the editor. “Don’t know that I ever heard of it.” “Youain’t been long in the ink busi ness, have you?” asked the stranger quickly. “ You don’t seem to be up in the literature of the day. That Snorter throws more influence to the square foot than all the papers in Deadwood. Let me show you the style of that periodi cal,” and he drew a file of back num bers out of his pocket. “ See them ad vertisements ? ” AU cash. Meeting of County Board ; fist fight in the Common Council; mine caved in on nineteen men; four women lynched; Mayor of town convicted of burglary; raid by Indians —all live news items. See the editorial? This is what I say about the Rapid City Enterprise : ‘ The distinguished consideration in which we hold the three ply jackass who edits our noxious con temporary is only equaled by the rapid ity with which the tumble-bugs wiU roll him out of town in the spring. ’ Spicy, eh! You bet! There’s some poetry. Wrote it myself. Made it u> out of my bead. How’s this ? “ The radicals have nominated That lousy, drunken, dissipated, Cock-eyed horse-thief, Jim McFadden. Our candidate is Fatty Madden I “And we elected him, too, lor old stock ! We go in for poetry out our way, from way back.” “ We don’t do it in just that way here,” said the Eagle editor, with a smile. “ Our folks—” A UNIIED STATES BOUNDARY LINE The northern boundary of this coun try is marked by some cairns,iron pillars, wood pillars, earth mounds and timber posts. A stone cairn is 7|xß feet, an earth mound 7x14 feet, an iron pillar 8 feet high, 8 inches square at the bottom, and 4 inches at the top ; timber posts 5 feet high and 8 inches square. There are 382 of these marks between the Lake of the WOds and the base of the Rocky mountains. That portion of the bound ary which lies east and west of the Red river valley is marked by cast-iron pil lars at even-mile intervals. The British place one every two miles and the United States one between each two British posts. Our pillars or markers were made at Detroit, Mich. They are hollow iron castings, three-eighths of an inch in thickness, in the form of a truncated pyramid, 8 feet high, 8 inches square at the bottom and 4 inches at the top, as before stated. They have at the top a solid pyramidal •ap, and at the bottom an octagonal flange one inch in thickness. Upon tl-o ipposite faces are cast in letters two iches high the inscriptions, “Conve.n i u of London” and “Oct. 20, ISIB. ’ flhe inscriptions begin about four feet six inches above the base, and read up ward. The interiors of the hol’ow pos a are filled with wqll-seasoned cedar-posts,, sawed to fit, and securely spiked through spike-holes cast in the pillars for that purpose. The average weight of each pillar when completed is eighty-five pounds. The pillars are set four fret in the ground, with their inscription faces to the north and south, and the earth is well settled and stamped about them. For the wooden posts well-seasoned logs are selected, and lhe portion above the ground painted red, to pw.ent swelling and shrinking. There posts do very well, but the Indians ?ut them down for fuel, and nothing but i -on will ls>,‘ very long. Where the line crosses lakes, monuments of stone have been built, the bases being in some places eighteen feet under water and the tops projecting cigh t feet above the lake’s surface at high water mark. Ln forests the Ine i-. marked by felling the timber a rod wide and clearing away the underbrush. The work of cutting through the timbered swamps was very great, but it has been well done and the boundary distinctly marked by the Commissioners the whole distance from Michigan to Alaska. A SALARY WELL USED. The old clergymen of Massachusetts had small salaries; yet they accom plished more with little money than many of their successors with much larger incomes. The father of Chief Justice Parsons was settled at Byfleld, with an annual salary of §2BO. He had a large family of children, three of whom he sent through Harvard College, and all of whom received an excellent education, and occupied posi tions of influence in the world. A sharper economy must have ruled in ministers* households in those days than in these, and every penny must have been put to good use. Jonathan Edwards, the greatest phi losopher and theologian of our country, had such a narrow income that his great works, which won him a reputation in Europe, were written on the backs and ends of letters received from friends. He could not afford to buy paper for the purpose. His daughters, who became distinguished women, were all taught certain accomplishments, by which, however, they used to bring something into the family treasury. HORSE SHOES UNNECESSARY. On page 134 of “ Horses and Roads” occurs the following: The use of horse shoes is a sin; they are unnecessary, and “ their results are purely evil;” they torture the animal and shorten his life, and the sin carries along with it the curse of being a con tinual source of worry and expense to his owner. “ Eashion” cannot plead ef fectually in their favor, as they detract from action, activity, smartness and speed. But then, perhaps, “ fashion demands clatter, and there is no account ing for taste. The bearing-rein would be still less needed for a horse which, having no pains in his feet, would not be shifting about, and putting himself into slouch ing postures at every moment in order to relieve them. A Swedish inventor (Lagermann) is said to have devised a composing and distributing machine which surpasses all others. It is compact in form, cheap in price, does the work of four compos itors, even in distributing (so the story goes), and picks up six different sizes of DID NOT GET IT. Legal ethics affirm, we believe, that a lawyer ought to have no pecuniary in terest in the case he prosecutes or de fends. But this ethical rule, though based on the idea that the legal profes sion is a part of the administration of justice, and should therefore be un bribed, is not always observed in prac tice. Certain lawyers will work for a con tingent fee; that is, they agree that their services shall be paid for by a cer tain per cent, of the sum they may re cover for their clients. They practice, as sundry doctors do, on the principle of “ No cure, no pay.” If, however, the jury should discover that the eloquent advocate is speaking one word for his client, but two for him self, their verdict would often leave him the victim of great expectations. An anecdote of an eloquent Southern law yer, the Hon. H. W. Hilliard, illustrates the view which juries take of a contin gent fee. In the trial of a great will case before an Alabama court, Mr. Hilliard spoke for the contestants with great eloquence. He compared the vast estate to a stag nant pool, giving off malaria, and thus tainting the moral atmosphere. Unfortunately for the advocate’s el® quence, it came out during the trial than the agreement between the contestants and himself was that he should receive for his services 10 per cent of what he recovered for them. The lawyer for the will saw his oppor tunity and made the most of it by thus answering the malaria argument; “If, gentlemen of the jury, Mr. Hilliard should gain a verdict, he i would go to his clients, holding his i nose with one hand, and opening a pocket with the other, and request them, as he was delicate and fearful ol his health, to drop, very gently, a little —about 10 per cent.—of that ‘ malaria’ into his pocket I” Court, jury and spectators roared with laughter at this view of the ‘ ma laria,” and Mr, Hilliard did not snjoy any 10 per cent. HOW LONG MEN MAY LITE. It was Prof. Hufeland’s opinion that the limit of possible human life might be set down at 200 years; and this on the general principle that the life of a creature is eight times the years of its period of growth. That which is quickly formed quickly perishes, and the earlier complete development is reached the sooner bodily decay ensues. More wom en reach old age than men, but more men attain remarkable longevity than women. Some animals grow to be very old. Horned animals live shorter lives than those without horns, fierce longer than timid, and amphibious longer than those which inhabit the air. The vora ’ cious pike exists, it is said, to an aver age of 150 years; the turtle is good for 100 years or more, and among birds the I golden eagle is known to have lived near : ly 200 years, while the sly and somber crow reaches the venerable age of a century. Passing up in the scale of life to man, and skipping the patriarchs, we find many recorded instances of longev ity among the classic Greeks and Ro mans. Pliny notes that in the reign of the Emperor Vespasian, in the year 76, there were 124 men living in the limited area between the Appenines and the Po of 100 years and upward, three of whom were 140 and four over 135. Cicero’s wife lived to the age of 103, and the Ro man actress Luceja played in public as late as her 112th year. Coming down to more recent times, the most notable authentic instance of great age is that of Henry Jenkins, of Yorkshire, England, who died in 1670, 169 years old. He was a fisherman, and at the age of 100 easily swam across rapid rivers. Anoth er historic case is that of Thomas Parr, I of Shropshire, England, a day laborer, who lived to the age of 152 years. When i more than 120 he married his second wife, and till 130 he could swing the scythe and beat the flail with the best of his fellow laborers. In his 152 d year Parr went up to London to exhibit him self to the King. It proved an unlucky visit, for, violating the abstemious habit of a century and a half, the old man : feasted so freely on royal victuals that he soon died, merely of a plethora. On examination his internal organs proved to be in excellent condition, and there was no reason why he should not have lived much longer but for his unfortu nate taste of royal hospitality. Prof. Hufeland’s roll of centenarians includes many remarkable cases. Names of Countries,. The following countries, it is said, were originally named by the Phceni cians, the greatest commercial people in the world. The names, in the Phoeni dian language, signified something char teristic of the places which they desig nate. Europe signifies a country of white complexion; so named because the in habitants were of a lighter complexion than those of Asia and Africa. Asia signifies between, or in the mid dle, from the fact that the geographers placed it between Europe and Africa. Africa signifies the land of corn, or ears. It was celebrated for its abundance of corn, and all sorts of grain. Siberia signifies thirsty or dry—very characteristic. Spain, a country of rabbits or conies. It was once so infested with these ani mals that it sued Augustus for an army to destroy them, Italy: ft of pitch, from its yielding quantities of black pitch. Calabria, also, for the same reason. Gaul, modern France, signifies yellow haired, as yellow hair characterized its inhabitants. The English of Caledonia is a high hill. This was a rugged, mountainous province in Scotland. Hibernia is utmost, or last habitation; for beyond this, westward, the Phoeni cians never extended their voyages. Britain, the country of tin, great quantities being found on it and adja cent islands. The Greeks called it Al bion, which signifies in the Phoenician tongue either white or high mountains, from the whiteness of its shores, or the high rocks on the Western coast. Corsica signifies a woody place. Sardinia signifies the footsteps of men, which it resembles. Syracuse, bad savor, so-called from the unwholesome marsh on which it stood. Rhodes, serpents or dragoons, which it produced in abundance. Sicily, the country of grapes. Scylla, the whirlpool of destruction. /Etna signifies a furnace, or dark, m smoky. The Old Testament win not be re vised for three years yet. People will have to break the ten commandments as they are for the present. Life in the Deep Sea. The conditions under which life exists in the deep sea are very remarkable. The pressure exerted by the water at great depths is enormous, and almost beyond comprehension. It amounts roughly to a ton weight on the square inch for every 1,000 fathoms of depth, so that at the depth of 2,500 fathoms there is a pressure of two tons and a I alf per square inch of surface, which muv be contrasted with the fifteen pounds per square-inch pressure to which we are accustomed at the level of the sea surface. An experiment made bv Mr. Buchanan enabled us to realize the vastness ot the deep-sea pressure more fully than any other facts. Mr. Mr Buchanan hermetically sealed up at both euds a thick glass tube full of air several inches in length. He wrapped this sealed tube in flannel, and placed it, so wrapped up, in a wide copper tube," which was one of those used to protect the deep-sea thermometers when sent down with the sownding apparatus. The copper case containing the sealed glass tube was sent down to a depth of 2,000 fathoms, and drawn up again. It was then found that the copper wall of the case was bulged and bent inward opposite the place where the glass tube lay, just as if it had been crumpled in ward by being violently squeezed. The glass tube itself, wi hiu its flannel wrap per, was found, when withdrawn, re duced to a fine powder, like snow al most.—Notes by a Naturalist on the Challc nge.r. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN THEN. The following story, which is many years old, is located in Methuen, Mass. A young man married, and brought his bride home to live with his mother. The two women, as is sometimes the case, did not agree, and quarreled so much that it at last attracted the at tention of the church, of which Ixith were members. Finally, the pastor’s wife sought the younger woman, and re monstrated with her. “Sister C.,” she said, “why do yo« and your mother-in-law live so unhappi ly together ? You are both members of the same church, worship together, and go to the communion-table together. What do you expect to do when you get to heaven together ?” “ O,” replied the daughter-in-law, “ she’ll be changed I” Altogether Too Sudden. The young man had expended as much for theater and concert tickets as he thought his purse vould warrant, and, as the excursion and seaside season was just coming on, lie made up his mind to—to. Well, this is what he said : “I’ve been thinking that you are very dear to me, Louise ; and I’ve been thinking thet—that, Louise, I—that is, I think lots of you, and— and—what do you think ?” “ Oh, George, this is too sudden. How is your bank account?” “ Well, this is a little sudden, too. I had hoped you would consider your bank account large enough for both.” The parting kiss that night sounded like the breaking ol a pipe-stem, and it will never be repeated.— New Haven Register. This new Municipal Laooratory oi Pal is for testing food and all articles hav ing a bearing on health, is already ac complishing good results. A large num ber of samples of wine have been found to be adulterated. Watered milk has been so often found that a panic among the milk-men has resulted. French chocolate has been found to be adulter ated with a great variety of substances. The laboratory is in charge of an able chi mist w ith competent assistants. y articles examined are those sent in by ’ the inhabitants of the city, and whenever adulterations are discovered, the matter is immediately placed in the hands of the police for investigation and prosecu tion. A department of the laboratory is specially fitted up for the examination of pork for tri cl? in®. A simple plan of photographing on for engraving is t® sprinkle a very small quantity of oxalate of eilver on the prepared wood block, dip the finger into weak gum and water and rub it over the block till it is evenly coated with the white oxalate. This should be done by a subdued gaslight or a weak daylight. This block is then ready to be exposed beneath a negative, which in a bright sun will only take a few min utes, and the engraving may be pro ceeded with at once, working in a s .ft light. CLAY, WEBSTER AND TAYLOR. The last time Henry Clay was the candidate of the old Whig party for President, Daniel Webster was strongly averse to the nomination, and in differ ent ways made his aversion felt. When invited to address the Young Men’s Clay Club in Boston he sneered at the unmeaningness and absurdity of its name. The committee appointed to tender him the invitation reported the fact to the club, and the indignation of the Whigs toward Mr. Webster soon be came so intense that he thought it expe dient to revise his opinion of the name of the club, which he ultimately, with great good nature, pronounced not only appropriate, but the most appropriate that could have been selected I At a subsequent election Gen. Taylor became the Whig candidate, and Mr, Webster’s opposition was still more out »poken. In a public speech he pro nounced it a nomination “ not fit to be made.” Still he gave it his adhesion, and zealously supported the ticket There was a good story at the time, to the effect that Mr. Webster sent Gen- Taylor a copy of his first speech, to which no answer was received during the campaign. After the election Gen. Taylor wrote him an extremely cordial and complimentary letter, beginning something like this: “My Dear Sir : I received, some time ago, from your hand, a copy of a speech you had jast delivered, in which you pronounced the opinion that my nomination was a nomination not fit to be made. I fully concurred in that opinion. You only gave expression to the sentiment which I myself enter tained. But, by the result of the elec tion, it appears that a majority of the people differ with ns both on that sub ject, and, as their choice has imposed upon me the duty of selecting a Cabinet, I cordially invite you to accept the De partment of State.” Not to Know the German. Young man, you may own one of the finest dress suits, cut a la swallow-tail in the town; your head may be stored with useful information, enabling you to converse intelligently upon a given sub ject; you may have learned to assume forms of a “swell” politeness, which is a cross between stable manners and idiocy; but if you have never mastered the German, you stand amid the glitter and (flare of society, even as the guest at the Scriptural bridal, without the wadding garment. Better for you, oh young man that you make for yourself a cravat of mill-stones and seek a watery nave. -7 Ac Capital.