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VOL. 2. DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 18,1879. -z-; • - . NO. 1. THE GUERRILLAS. Awake and to horse I iny brothers, For the dawn is glimmering gray ; And hark 1 in the crackling brushwood, There are feet that tread this way. Who cometli? “a friend.” What tidings’? “Oh, God ! I sicken to tell, “For the cartli seems earth no longer, “And its sights are sights of hell. “There is rapine, and tire, und slaughter, “From tile mountain down to the shore; “There is blood on the trampled harvest “And blood on the homestead floor ! “From the far off conquered cities “Comes the voice of a stifled wail. "And the shrieks and moans of the homeless “King out like a dirge on the gale. “FvoMtoen from the smoking village “Our mothers and daughters fly ; ‘Tvofsec-n where the little ehildreu “Sank dowu in the furrows to die. “On the bank of the battle stained river “I stood as the-moonlight shone. “And it glared on the face of my brother. “As the sail wave swept him on. “Where my home was glad are ashes, “And horror anil shame have been there, ‘For I found-on the fallen lintel InsTreSs of my wife’s torn hair. “They are turning the slaves upon us “And with more than the fiend’s worst art, “Have uncovered the fires of the savage, “That slept in his untaught heart. “The ties to our hearts that hound him “They have rent with curses away, “Aud maddened him with their madness “To be almost as brutal as they. “With halter aud torch and Bible, “And hymns.to sound the drum, ;^They preach the Gospel of murder ’ Jt '“AT^!'pray for Bust’s kingdom to come. “To saddle, to saddle ! my brother, “Look up to the rung sun, “And ask of the God who slnnes there “Whether deeds like these shall be done. “ Wherever the Vandal cometli “Pass home to his heart with your steel, •“And whene’er at Itis bosom you cannot, “Like the serpent, go jsftUte at his heel. “Through thicket.and wood go hunt him, “Creep up to his camp fire side “And let tea of his corpses blackc: “Where of our brothers hath <U«>. qln liis fainting, foot sore marches, "In his flight from the stricken fray, “In the snare of the lonely ambush '•The delita that we owe him pay. “Iu God’s hands alone is vengeance. “But He strikes with the hands of men, “And His blight would wither our mau- Jtf hood fit “If we smote not the smiter again. /} “By the graves where our fathers slum ber, “By the shrines where our mothers prayed, “By our homes und hopes aud freedom, “Let every man swear ou his blade “That he will not sheath nor stay it, “Till from point to heft it glow '‘With the flush of almgihty Justice. “In the blood of a fellow foe. “They swore; and the answering sunlight “Leaped red from their lifted swords, “And the hate in their hearts made echo :ie wrath of their burning words. GRANDMA’S FIRST DOVE. TTerins weeping in all New England, “Aud by Schuylkill’s bank a knell, “And the widows there, and the orphans “How that oath was kept can tell.” ‘Don’t, you think tlmt a good like ness of me?’ says t he pretty wife to her husband. ‘Very good,’ he answers, except that there is a little too much repose about the mouth.’ Judge: “Have you anything to offer to the court before sentence is passed on you?” .-Prisoner : “No, judge. I had ten dollars, but my lawyers took that.”—Traveller. ’l’lie world is brimful 1 just now with nu opinyuns and tlierys, but I am pleased to notiss that the hornet stings with primeval dispatch, and the mule hits with hie unshunt cer tainty.—Josh Hillings. Two darkeys were vaunting their courage, “I isn’t ’feared o’ nothin’, I jsiiV’ said one. “Den, Sam, I reckon you isn’t ’feared to loan me a doll ah?’’ “No. Julius, I isn’t ’feared to loau you a dollah, but I does hate to part with an ole fron’ forebber.” Scene in a horse-car : A roughly- dressed man, a new-made husband aud wife arc the occupants. Car goes off the truck and rough man says damn. Up juntas “hubby, saying, “How dare you say damn before my wife?” “How did I kno your wife wanted to say damn first? was the reply. in \Yi uiJffii '4 ii'■'! 1“' “Is it true that people never marry their first loves, grandmamma?” ask ed llosie. Grandma shook her handsome white head.. “People say so,” said she, “and I certainly can aver that I did not. 1 was desperately in love before I met your dear grandpapa, and though I really don’t know that it is wise to talk to girls of fifteen on such sub jects, 1 believe I will tell you the story jusi to show how easily a girl’s heart.is won by any handsome young fellow, and how easily one will do what one knows is wrong. I knew it was wrong to allow a young gen tleman of whom I know nothing to bow to me as I wont to school, and after a little to speak to me, and walk beside me. But ho was so handsome, and it was so romantic, that some one had fallen so desper ately in love with me, without even knowing my name. “When papa found it out, and bade me never to see or speak to him again, I fairly rebelled,’ and vowed in the most grandiloquent way that I would not only speak to him, but some day marry him. “Pupa of course rebuked me for such conduct. Mamma was grieved, and after I had disobeyed them for a long while, it was resolved that I should be sent away from home to a large seminary under the care of some religions women who watched over their charges as though they were babies, and never allowed them to be alone for a moment. "I cried ahd complained, thtoat- enqd to drown myself, and went so far as to: choke myself a little with a blue sash ribbon. “But my parents wore firm. ligustusDeiamcre, as my lover ed himself, had not sought my father and made himself known to him, and asked my hand, as a gen tleman should. I knew he should have done so very well, but I was in love, and I was blinded to my folly in still trusting him. “1 fought against fate fora long while, but my parents worked for my good against myself ; and one day T stopped in a stage-coach, with my mother at my side, and my baggage strapped on at the back; and my father said, ‘kiss me, daughter, be fore you go,’ and I turned my lips from him. And the way we went across the country in the rumbling stage, for there were no ears then to take you by steam in a few hours hundreds of miles away. “There were four other people in the stage—two men, a lady, and a child; and after wo had taken supper at a tavern some miles on our road, we rumbled on again, knowing that we would ho on the way all night. And now that it was dark, I cried behind my vail, though not so softly hut that our lady passenger, whom my mother had told that I was going to school, found it out, and said : “ ‘Poor thing! I used to hate go ing from home just us you do; hut school-days are soon over, and then we regret them.’ “ ‘All, yes; no need of being a woman too soon,’ said mamma. “But I thought of' Augustus, and felt that I was going to prison. “It was a still, clear night. 1’lie moon arose, and everything could he seen as plain as day. One of our passengers had just looked at his watch, and said it was nearly nine, when u’c heard the coachman give a cry. The couch stopped, and at the same moment four men on horseback rode up to the doors, two on each side. They had black masks on their faces, und one of them said: “ ‘Gentlemen and ladies, if you are quiet we will not harm you. We only want what you bavo about you. We must hind the gentlemen’s arms, t the ladies can afterwards untie iem.’ Add he bowed. “ ‘Hang me .rpii he hound by a I highwayman,’ cried one of our pas sengers; and the other uttered an oath. The Indies began to scream, the child to cry. I sat still, vathGr pleased that this should happen, for we now must, return home. “But in a minute more oven I screamed, for a terrible fight begun, pistols went off, oaths were shouted, and at last three highwaymen gallop ed away without having despoiled us*.She speaks of Elijah, Elisha mid of anything. The other who hud been shot lay upon the grouud bleed ing. Christ raising the dead, and still in sists that after the deed was done ’she and hor husband had perfect tloman who had made such stout re sistance. ‘I am a doctor, and I do not wish him to bleed to doath. It was I who Wounded him. I will hind his wounds before we deliver him to justice.’ “The coachman knelt down and untied tlio crape from the man’s face, and he lay before us in the moon light. “I saw him plainly. “It was Augustus Dclamere, The man I had fallen iu love with, whom I had promised to many was a high wayman. In those old days high waymen wore a sort of class by them selves, and were often men of some manners and outward refinement, wicked as their deeds were. Ho saw me and turned his face away, and hid it in his hands. I cannot tell you how the knowledge pierced my heart, or howl suffered afterward.. “Love is easier let in at the door, than driven out at the window. “But mamma was very kind and did not send me to school, but took me home and potted, mo, and pupa forgave mo, and after a while 1 met the dear,’ good man whom you know as your, grandpa, and learnt to love him, and became his wife. “And so, you see, 1 did not. marry my first love, and have every reason to thank Heaven for it.” THE POCAS8ET SACRIFICE. net was the result of a mistaken faith, but she insists that neither her lmsbund or herself was guilty of any crime. The rccont letter to her sis ter, which has been published, has been commented ou by a mini hor of clergymen as not the least manifes tation of this mysterious tragedy. Frecmau Stf |1 Convinced that God Bade Him Kill Editli- Mi’H. Freeman Pining Away— What Site Now Thinks of the Deed—Father Howard’s Per plexity. “‘Undo his mask,’cried the gen-* faith that the child would be raised fto them. JBut as. .the days passed it} there wore I no manifostfttions, or heart failed, and now she knows (they did wrong. Mrs. Freeman found comfort in a cent conversation sho Imd with "Mrs. Fisk, who has charge of the dost child. Mrs. Fisk suggested at she might havo been tempted as lnist was by Satan, and this made strong impression itpon Mrs. Free man. She asked Mrs. Fisk, plead ingly, and with Lears streaming •flown her cheeky, whether she sup- iosed God \yyu Id forgive them for laving yielded to temptation, and Irs. Fisk replied that God always .forgave where there was true repent- aheo. ; | “Then lie will forgive us,” mid ivitli that remark Mrs. Freomau seemed to give up all consideration (if the religious aspects of the act, and to allow her maternal sorrow for her child to bo unrestrained, tier husband’s condition and the life of her living child ure tho only matters that now concern her. 8lio doos lot want little Bessie brought to see her. She thought the surroundings .Vvould terrify the child. But she gave minute directions regarding Jessie, her school life,'her dresses, her ehnipaiYiiins a*ivd Iter religious'in • ^ruction,. Byssic* does not know ’ nor sister is dead. The Second Adventists in Focus- set liavo not yet recovered from the bewilderment which the wide spread horror of' Freeman’s act lias created. They arc as meek and pas sive now as children. All that they say is, “Wo can’t understand it.” The feeble Foster Howard, one of the elders of the Pocussct elm roll, the man whom Frcomun first told of the act, sits day after day in his kitchen, often with his biblo open in his lap, pondering. His faith was so strong that Edith would be raised that lie has not yet recovered from tlih shock that the undisturbed grave has given him. “I don’t understand it,” ho recent ly said, “lloro is tho promise that if we have faith sufficient wo may say to a mountain, ‘Be removed,’ and it is done. 0ur faith was equal to that, and yyt our faith does not avail.” It is possible that the Second Ad veil Lists may hold-the camp meet ing, beginning June tho 15, as they intended, because public indignation lias gone, aud sympathy, or rather pity, has taken ; ts place. But they cannot have the grove on Buzzard's Bay shore, and Mrs. Swift, Mrs. Freeman's mother, has offered them a grove on her farm. ^Throughout Now England the at tention of the clergy lias been gener ally culled to tho tragedy, and many sermons have been preached upon it in Providence, Boston, Lawrence, Lynn, Springfield, Worcester and other cities. In Hartford three cler gymen—the Rev. Dr. Sago, Baptist, the Rev. Dr. Parker and the Rev. Mr. Gage, Congregationalist— preached upon it Sunday of last week. Dr. Parker boldly said that he doubted whether the Ahrumatie story ought to ho accepted literally, and Dr. Sago argued uh strongly that it should he so read. LET THEM GO. The Colored Ex edits a Blessing to the South-—White Labor Under the Southern Sun. [Now York Sun.] Dr. Mansell, tho Medical Exam iner of Barnstable County, Mass., has been watching Charles F. Freeman very closely, especially since Free man’s removal from the burn-like jail to the new structure, but he has been unable to detect any of the us ual physical symptoms of insanity, either developed or incipient. Free man was generally pleased when lie was put into the now jail, and oven his wife, whom nothing lias arouseil from her melancholy, was glad to get away from the loft in which she had been confined. Freeman was especially interested in tho religions discussion which the killing qf his little daughter lias provoked. He still holds with pertinacity to his be lief that lie was called by God to do the act, and that somo great good is to come of it yet. To Dr. Mansell he is reported to have said a day or two ago that it was possible that what God intended was a great reli gious awakening. He professes to prefer to he convicted, and even hanged, rather than to be acquitted on the ground of insanity. He is fiid to have affirmed repeatedly that lie knew perfectly well before tho act, and realizes just as well now, the responsibility that he was taking, hut adds that as a faithful Christian lie was constrained to sacrifice his chid. Freeman was told, it is said, that the account of his act, printed in the Sun, had been telegraphed to the papers iu England und France, and he seemed to view thin as only the working out of the mysterious pur poses that compelled hi in to kill little Edith. lie sleeps soundly, eats well und takes nnieh interest in the ordi nary affairs of life. Since his im prisonment he has allowed his full bcurd to grow. But Mrs. Freeman still sorrows, aud is apparently pining away. She Ims admitted that she believes the .T. Y. Page in St. Louis Republican. If the presence of the negro In this country is an evil, as I consider it, the northern slates should help to hear it. They imported him, sold him and got the money for him. If his presence be a blessing, their right to a participation js not so clear; hut they may “out their cuko and have it, too,” and wolebino, if they so re gard it. During a rosidenoo of soverul years in Minnesota I came in contact with a good many negroes. 1 saw no signs of auy special suffering among them. Like other people, they needed fuol in cold weather, but, like other peo ple, they got it by working for the means to buy it. Both in town and country they seemed to mo to do very well without any especial privi leges conferred either by law or cus tom; nor did I ever see any sign of a negro’s feeling that “when lie accept ed his freedom ho lost his guardian.” Now, if tho negro residents of Min nesota do not suffer particularly fiom cold, if patient labor will sustain thorn against competition, surely they can livo#nd prosper anywhere in the north liiid northwost. It is quite as cold there as anywhere else, and nowhoro on this earth can there ho found a more intelligent, active and wide awake population of white hibbrers in all Helds, native and cm- migrant. Tito daliCato whites who cannot endure the hot southern cli mate are a yqry small class, made m> only of persons who have money, or who can borrow it, Outside ol’ o class. ilinsin nmiri uhir lidlinmn <« class, those who stay utffhom'o lire uh Jioalthy and ablo tp make and enjoy a living as the whites of the north. There is no reason to -believe, and Yea! this is life. Make this fore noon sublime, this afternoon upsulm, this night a prayer, aud the time is conquered and thy crown is won. The man who was lost in slumber probably found his way out on the nightmare. I never saw any one who did believe, that there is one foot of land in this country on wliioli a white mini can not live and work as well uh any negro. At all events, lot labor, thrift and economy he tried before they aro pronounced impracticable. There are thousands of men in the south today who do labor and do thrive by it—thousands of white men who could kill this nonsense at once and forever if they would only speak. Shortly after tho war 1 saw a good many young men who thought they could never work iu the hot sun ; a few years afterwards I saw them plowing in August, and they did it well. I know young men iu this county of St. Louis, now thriving and industrious, who a few years since would have been idling about cross-roads. No man but a fool and a bigot can deny that here in Mis souri wo are gradually becoming independent of hired labor, and that our sous are making us so. This inis always been the case in New England; it will bccomo so in the south and west, though many of our generations are ushmned of it. Jost the negro come and go at will, as lie can pay his way. Lot him settle where ho pleases, and learn self-reli ance in cold climates if he can not iu warm. Don’t he so uneasy about him; there is no occasion for it. He always bus been a curse to the coun try; he js so now. It is not his fault, Imt his misfortune has long been our calamity; aid in distributing it since it must he borne. The People's Boom. New York Bun. After the Grant boom, tho Sher man boom, and all tho other booms have boomed themselves out, the people will do a little booming on their own account at tho ballot boxes. That is the kind of boom that counts in this country; at least, that used to count before the era of huyouots at the polls, returning hoards, visiting statesmen, forged electoral certificates, and oight-to- seven electoral commissions. Tlie Down-lIeuMei to See It. an Wanted About ten o’clock yesterday morn ing two men met on Sixth street und began threatening aud flailing IP'li other names. One finally called the other a liar, and tho two were about to grapple when u woman opened the door and said: “Gentlemen, are yon about to fight ?” “We tiro!” they answered together, “Then have the kindness to wait a moment*” she continued. “My poor huslmti.l lias boon sick for weeks and weeks and is now just able to sit up. Ho is very dowi|-!ieuPtbd this morn ing. und if you'll only wait till I can draw him up to the window i know he’ll feel vory grateful to both of yon.” She disappeared into the house, and after one took into each other’s faces, tho men smiled, shook linuda and departed together.—Detroit wm PreHH. . ; “Ma, Rotterdam isn’t a bad word, is it?” “Oh, no, Willie, that is the name of a foreign city. Yon will find it iu your geography,” “Well, you wouldn’t lick a fellow for talking about it, would you,” “Most certainly not.” “Honest Injun you wouldn't?” mid his face boro an expression of deep oaniesbness. “Of course not; why do you ask such questions?” “Well, Mary Dawson is coming over here to toll on me. 8ho had a whole two ; hits worth of candy and wouldn’t give mu a bite, so 1 told hor just to eat it herself, an’ I hoped it would Rotterdam teeth opt.” lie escaped chastisement,bjifc tho moral lesson rend to him will servo iw ti guide-post through all his future were some mud men in a , T .. Kentucky post-office a few days ago. A postal card was droppod into the letter-box addressed ,to “Rev. John Ponobscott, , — —.” It was an ordinary curd, and the postmaster was an ordinary post master. Lie took it up, glanced at the address, turned it leisurely over and read: | , , May 2. 1879. You, to whom this card is not addressed, and who, nevertheless, havo the cheek to read it, are a con temptible, unprincipled sneak and a prying, pusilmiiiuoiis coward. Geo- F. Dtogan.” The postmaster laid the card gently down and lounged to the other end of the house, softly whistling “Nancy Leo.” In due time f ho clerk camo upon the card, perused it, threw his hat on tho floor, stumped it, und made the neighborhood hideous with the howls of his pet dog, which ho kicked In the ribs. How the card fared with various route agonts through whom it passed it is impossible to Hity; nor do we know whether it was read by tho woman who is postmistress at the < ffiee where the Rev. John Penobscot is supposed to got hi* mail; but tho report is that on the day it readied there sjjo s/nnsbed a bottle of ink on her husband's head, spanked the children all round, and chewed up ninety-five cents worth of wax. Wo can not ho too careful never to write on postal cards any thing iu the least calculated to wound the sensitive doJicacy of the post-office people’s foci i ngs—-Courier-Journal. 8llv«r Has a Boom. Washington Post. Tho Latin union limits silver coin age to $4,000,000 a year. Sho has given notice that she wisiies to coin $0,000,000annually. This, with tho fact that Bismarck Ims stopped tho s.ijes of silver in Germany, with a probable intention of resuming its coinage, sliows tho progress that biinctulism is making in Europe. Slowly, Imt surely, silver is coming hack to its-rightful plaeo. If you don’t shut down on the in ordinate use of tobacco, you are liable to superinduce an excruciating con catenation of amaurosis, angina pec toris, hypochondriasis, and locomo- toratnxy. He that fails into sin isn man; that grieves at it may he u saint; that boostoth of it is a devil.